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going to write to you on a little matter of Abs. But my vows are pledged to her. business.-- Jack, I have been considering that Sir Anth. Let her foreclose, Jack; let her I grow old and infirm, and shall probably not foreclose; they are not worth redeeming; betrouble you long.

sides, you have the angel's vows in exchange, Abs. Pardou me, sir, I never saw you look I suppose; so there can be no loss there. more strong and hearty; and I pray frequent- Abs. You must excuse me, sir, if I tell

you, ly that you may continue so.

once for all, that in this point I cannot obey Sir Anth. I hope your prayers may be you. heard, with all my heart. Well then, Jack, Sir Anth. Hark'ee, Jack; -1 have heard I have been considering that I am so strong you for some time with patience-I have been and hearty, I may continue to plagne you a cool-quite cool; but take care-you know I long time.--Now, Jack, I am sensible that the am compliance itself-when I am not thwartincome of your commission, and what I have ed ;-no one more easily led when I have hitherto allowed you, is but a small pittance my own way;—but don't put me in a phrensy. for a lad of your spirit.

Abs. Sir, I must repeat it-in this I cannot Abs. Sir, you are very good.

obey you. Sir Anth. And it is my wish, while yet I Sir Anth. Now damn me! if ever I call you live, to have my boy make some figure in Jack again while I live! the world. I have resolved, therefore, to fix Abs. Nay, sir, but hear me. you at once in a noble independence.

Sir Anth. Sir, I won't bear a word-not a Abs. Sir, your kindness overpowers me

word! not one word! so give me your prosuch gencrosity makes the gratitude of reason mise by a nud- and I'll tell you what, Jack more lively than the sensations even of filial -I mean, you dog-if you don't hyaffection.

Abs. Whal, sir, promise to link myself to Sir Anth. I am glad you are so sensible of some mass of ugliness! to my attention-and you shall be master of a Sir Anth. Zounds! sirrah! the lady shall be large estate in a few weeks.

as ugly as I choose! she shall have a bump Abs. Let my future life, sir, speak my gra- on each shoulder, she shall be as crooked as titude; I cannot express the sense I have of the Crescent; her one eye shall roll like your munificence.--Yet, sir, I presume you the bull's in Cox's Museum; she shall have would not wish me to quit the army? a skin like a mummy, and the beard of a

Sir Anth. O, that shall be as your wife chooses. Jew she shall be all this, sirrah !-yet I Abs. My wife, sir!

will make you ogle her all day, and sit up Sir Anth. Ay, ay, settle that between you all night to write sonnets on her beauty. --seltle that between you.

Abs. This is reason and moderation indeed! Abs. A wife, sir, did you say?

Sir Anth. None of your sneering, puppy! Sir Anth. Ay, a wife-why, did not I men- no grinning, jackanapes! tion her before?

Abs. Indeed, sir, I never was in a worse Abs. Not a word of her, sir.

humour for mirth in my life. Sir Anth. Odd so!-I mustn't forget her Sir Anth. 'Tis false, sir, I know you are though.-Yes, Jack, the independence I was laughing in your sleeve; I know you'll grin talking, of is by a marriage--the fortune is when I am gone, sirrah! saddled with a wife but I suppose that Abs. Sir, I hope I know my duty better. makes no difference. -

Sir Anth. None of your passion, sir! none Abs. Sir! Sir-you amaze me!

of your violence; if you please-It won't do Sir Anth. Why, what the devil's the matter with me, I promise you. with the fool? Just now you were all gratitude Abs. Indecd, sir, I never was cooler in my life. and duly.

Sir Anth. 'Tis a confounded lie! I know Abs. I was, sir,-you talked to me of inde- you are in a passion in your heart; I know pendence and a fortune, but not a word of a wife. you are, you bypocritical young dog! but it

Sir Anth. Why-what difference does that won't do. make? Odds lise, sir! if you bave the estale, Abs. Nay, sir, upon my word. you must take it with the live stock on it, as Sir Anth. So you will fly out! can't you it stands.

be cool like me?' What the devil good can dbs. If my happiness is to be the price, 1 passion do?-Passion is of no service, you must beg leave to decline the purchase. impudent, insolent, overbearing reprobate! Pray, sir, who is the lady?

There you sneer again!- don't provoke me! Sir Anth. What's that to you, sir?-Come, but you rely upon the mildness of my give me your promise to love, and to marry teniper-you do, you dog! you play, upon her directly.

the meekness of my disposition! Yet take care Abs. Sure, sir, this is not very reasonable, the patience of a saint may be overcome to summon my affections for a lady I know at last!--but mark! I give you six hours and nothing of!

a half to consider of this: if


agree, Sir Anth. I am sure, sir, 'tis more unrca- without any condition, to do every thing on sonable in you to object to a lady you know carth that I choose, why-confound you! I nothing of

may in time forgive you— If not, zounds! don't Abs. Then, sir, I must tell you plainly, enter the same hemisphere with me! don't that my inclinations are fixed on another dare to breathe the same air, or use the saine my heart is engaged to an angel.

light with me; but get an almosphere and a Sir Anth. Then pray let it send an excuse. sun of your own! I'll strip, you of your com--It is very, sorry-but business prevents its mission; I'll lodge afive-and-threepence in tie waiting on her.

| hands of trustees, and you shall live on the interest. I'll disown you, I'll disinherit you,{my conscience, I have been looking for you; I'll unget you! and damn me! if ever I call I have been on the South Parade tbis balf you Jack again! [Exit Sir Anthony hour.

Lucy. [Speaking simply] O gemini! and ABSOLUTE solus.

I have been waiting for your worship here Abs. Mild, gentle, considerate father-I kiss on the North. your hands.- Vhat a tender method of giv- Sir Luc. Faith! may be, that was the reaing his opinion in these matters Sir Anthony son we did not meet; and it is very comical has! I dare not trust him with the truth.-1 too, how you could go out and I not see you wonder what old wealthy hag it is that he -for I was only taking a nap at the Parade wants to bestow on me!- yet he married Coffeehouse, and I chose the window on purhimself for love! and was in his youth a bold pose that I might not miss you. intriguer, and a gay companion !

Lucy. My stars!

Now I'd wager a sis

pence I went by while you were asleep. Enter Fag.

Sir Luc. Sure enough it must have been so Fag. Assuredly, sir, your father is wrath -and I never dreamt it was so late, till i to a degree; he comes down stairs eight or waked. Well, but my little girl, have you ten steps at a time-muttering, growling, and got nothing for me? thumping the banisters all the way: I and the Lucy. Yes, but I have—I've got a letter for cook's dog stand bowing at the door--rap! you in my pocket. he gives ine a stroke on the head with his Sir Luc. O faith! I guessed you weren't cane; bids me carry that to my master; then come empty-handed-well-let me see what kicking the poor turnspit into the area, damns the dear creature says. us all, for a puppy triumvirate! — Upon my Lucy. There, Sir Lucius. credit, sir, were l'in your place, and found

[Gives him a letter. my father such very


I should Sir Luc. [Reads] “Sir - there is often a certainly drop bis acquaintance.

suilden incentive impulse in love, that has Abs. Cease your impertinence, sir, at pre- a greater induction) than years of dosent.–Did you come in for nothing more?- mestic combination : such was the commoSland out of the way!

tion?) I felt ut the first superfluous *) view [Pushes him aside, and exit. of Sir Lucius O'Trigger."— Very pretty, upon

my word.—“Female punctuation *) forbids FAG solus.

me to say more; yet let me add, that it Fag. Soh! Sir Anthony trims my master: will give me joy infullible 5) to find Sir he is afraid to reply to bis father—then vents Lucius worthy the last criterion of my afhis spleen on poor Fag!-When one is vexed fortions).

Delia." by one person, to revenge one's self on ano- Upon my conscience! Lucy, your lady is a ther, who happens to come in the way, is the great mistress of language. Faith, she's quite vilest injustice! Ah! it shows the worst tem- the queen of the dictionary!—for the devil a per-the basest

word dare refuse coming at her call-though

one would think it was quite out of hearing. Enter ERRAND Boy.

Luy. Ay, sir, a lady of her experience. Boy. Mr. Fag! Mr. Fag! your inaster calls Sir Luc. Experience? what, at seventeen? you.

Lucy. 0 true, sir-but then she reads so Fag. Well! you liule dirty puppy, you)-my stars ! how she will read off hand! need not bawl so!—The mcanest disposition ! Sir Luc. Faith, she must be very deep the

read to write this way

though she is Boy. Quick, quick, Mr. Fag.

rather an arbitrary writer too-for here are Fag. Quick! quick! you impudent jackan- a great many poor words pressed into the apes! am I to be commanded by you too? service of this note, that would get their you little, impertinent, insolent, kitchen-bred- habeas corpus from any court in ChristenE.rit kicking and beating him. dom.

Lucy. Ah! Sir Lucius, if you were to bear SCENE II.- The North PARADE. how she talks of you!

Sir Luc. O tell her I'll make her the best Enter Lucy.

husband in the world, and Lady O'Trigger Lucy. So-I shall have another rival to add into the bargain!—But we must get the old to my

mistress's list-Caplain Absolute. How-gentlewoman's consent-and do every thing ever, 'I shall not enter his name till my purse fairly. has received notice in form. Poor Acres is Lucy. Nay, Sir Lucius, I thought you dismissed! - Well, I bave done him a last wa’n’t rich enough to be so nice! friendly office, in letting him know that Beverley was here before him.- Sir Lucius is you have hit it:-I am so poor, that I can'

Sir Luc. Upon my word, young woman, generally more punctual, when he expects to afford to do a dirty action.-If I did not want hear from bis dear Delia, as he calls her: money, I'd steal your mistress and her forI wonder he's not here! I have a little scrup-tune with a great deal of pleasure.—However, le of conscience from this deceit; though I

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1) Seduction: 2) Emotion. 3) Superficial. 4) Panctils. should not be paid so well, if my hero knew

5) Ineflable. 6) This word has no business here; ba? that Delia was near fifty, and her own

is not easy to hit upon any one sounding somesh mistress.

like it with a meaning any way suitable. Vur readera Enter Sir Lucius O'TRIGGER.

Mrs. Malaprop koows a great maat

hard words; but has not a very correct ear in epo Sir Luc. Hab! my little ambassadress-upon

plying them.


will observe the

a lie?

one so.


my, pretty girl (Gives her money), here's a very sincere. So, so,-bere he comes.-He liuile something to buy you a riband; and looks plaguy gruff.

[Steps aside. meet me in the evening, and I'll give you an answer to this. So, hussy, take a kiss be

Enler Sir ANTHONY. forehand, to put you in mind. [Kisses her, Sir Anth, No-l'll die sooner than forgive

Lucy. O lud! Sir Lucius – I never seed him.-Die, did I say? I'll live these fifty years such a gemman! My lady won't like you if to plague him.-At our last meeting, his imyou're so impudent.

pudence had almost put me out of temper:Sir Luc. Faith, she will, Lucy—that same- An obstinale, passionate, se!f - willed boy! pho! what's the name of it?--Modesty!-is a Who can he take aster? This is my return quality in a lover more praised by the wo- for getting him before all his brothers and men than liked; so, if your mistress asks you sisters! - for putting him, at twelve years old, whether Sir Lucius ever gave you a kiss, tell into a marching regiment, and allowing him fifher fifty-my dear.

ly pounds a year, besides his pay, ever since! Lucy. What, would you have me tell her —But I have done with him ;-be's any body's

son for me. I never will see him more, Sir Luc. Ah then, you baggage! I'll make never-never - never--never. it a truth presently.

Abs. Now for a penitential face. Lucy. For shame now; here is some one Sir Anth. Fellow, get out of my way. coming:

Abs. Sir, you see a penitent before you. Sir Luc. O faith, I'll quiet your conscience! Sir Anth. I see an impudent scoundrel be[Sees Fag.-Exit, humming a tunc. fore me.

Abs. A sincere penitent.--I am come, sir, Enter Fag.

to acknowledge my error, and to submit enFag. So, so, ma'am. humbly beg pardon. tirely to your will. Lucy. O lud! now, Mr. Fag- you flurry Sir Anih. What's that?

Abs. I have been revolving, and reflecting; Fag. Come, come, Lucy, here's no one by and considering on your past goodness, and —so a little less simplicity, with a grain or kindness, and condescension to me. two more sincerity, if you please.—You play Sir Anth. Well, sir ? false with us, madam. I saw you give the Abs. I have been likewise weighing and baronet a leller.-My master shall know this balancing what you were pleased to mention -and if he don't call him out, I will.

ncerning duty, and obedience, and authority, Lucy. Ha! ha! ha! you gentlemen's gen- Sir Anth. Well

, puppy,? tlemen are su hasty.—That letter was from Abs. Why then, sir, the result of my reMrs. Malaprop, simpleton.-She is taken with flections is-a resolution to sacrifice every inSir Lucius's address.

clination of my own to your satisfaction. Fag. How! whal tastes some people have! Sir Anth. Why now you talk sense-abWhy, I suppose I have walked by her win-solute sense-I never heard any thing more dow an bundred times.—But what says our sensible in my life.-Confound you! you shall young lady? Any message to my master?

be Jack again. Lucy. Sad news! Mr. Fag.--A worse rival Abs. I am happy in the appellation. than Acres! Sir Anthony Absolute has pro- Sir Anth. Why then, Jack, my dear Jack, posed his son.

I will now insorin you who the lady, really Fag. What, Captain Absolute?

is.--Nothing but your passion and violence, Lucy. Even so — I overbeard it all. you silly fellow, prevented my telling you at

Fag. Ha ! ba! ha! very good, faith. Good first. Prepare, Jack, for wonder and rapture bye, Lucy, I must away with this news. --prepare.—What think you of Miss Lydia

Lucy. Well, you may laugh—but it is true, Languish? I assure you [Going] Bui

– Mr. Fag - tell Abs. Languish? What, the Languishes of your master not to be cast down by this. Worcestershire? Fag. O, he'll be so disconsolale!

Sir Anth. Worcestershire! No. Did you Lucy. And charge him not to think of never meet Mrs. Malaprop, and her niece, quarrelling with young Absolute.

Miss Languish; who came into our country Fag. Never fear! never fear!

just before you were last ordered to your reLucy. Be sure-bid him keep up bis spirits. giment? Fag. We will - we will.

Abs. Malaprop! Languish! I don't remem[Exeunt severally. ber ever to have heard the names before. Yet,

stay-I think I do recollect something: -LanACT III.

guish! Languish! She squints, do'n't she ?-Scene I. - The North PARADE.

A little red-haired girl?

Sir Anth. Squints! - A red-haired girl!--

Zounds! no.
Abs. 'Tis just as Fag told me,

indeed. Abs. Then I must have forgot; it can't be Whimsical enough, faith! My father wants the same person, to force me to marry the very girl I am Sir Anth. Jack! Jack! what think


of plotting to run away with! He must not know blooming, love-breathing seventeen? of my connexion with her yet awhile.—He Abs. As to that, sir, I am quite indifferent. has too summary a method of proceeding in - If I can please you in the matter, 'tis all I these matters. However, I'll read my recan- desire. tation instantly.-My conversion is something Sir Anih. Nay, but, Jack, such eyes! such sudden, indeed—but I can assure bim it is eyes! so innocently wild! so basbfully irre

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solute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles/rapture and impatience-if you don', egad, some thought of love !—Then, Jack, her cheeks! I'll marry the girl myself! [E.reunt

. ber cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes !—Then, Jack,

Scene II.-Julia's Dressing-rooin. her lips! O Jack, lips smiling at their own

FAULKLAND solus. discretion; and if noi smiling, more sweetly Faulk. They told me Julia would return pouting; more lovely in sullenness! directly; I wonder she is not yet come!-

Abs. That's she indeed. — Well done, old How mean does this captious, unsatisfied gentleman!

temper of mine appear to my cooler judgment! Sir Anth. Then, Jack, her neck !--0 Jack ! Yet I know not that I indulge it in


other Jack!

point;--but on this one subject, and to this Abs. And wbich is to be mine, sir, the one subjeci, whom I think I love beyond my niece or the aunt?

life, I am ever ungenerously fretful and madSir Anth. Why, you unfeeling, insensible ly capricious! I am conscious of it-yet 1 puppy, I despise you. When I was of your cannot correct myself! What tender bonest age, such a description would bave made me joy sparkled in her eyes when we met! – fly like a rocket! "The aunt, indeed!-Odds How delicate was the warmth of her expreslife! when I ran away with your mother, I sions! I was ashamed to appear less bappy would not have touched any thing old or ugly-though I had come resolved to wear a face to gain an empire.

of coulness and upbraiding. Sir Anthony's Abs. Not to please your father, sir? presence prevenied my proposed espostula

Sir Anth. To please my father! -- Zounds! tions:-yei I must be satisfied that she has not to please-Oh, my father-Odd so!-yes not been so very happy in my absence.—Ste -yes; 'if my father indeed had desired—that's is coming! - Yes!—I know the nimbleness of quite another matter.---Though he wa’n't the her tread, when she thinks her impatient indulgent father that I am, Jack.

Faulkland counts the moments of ber slay.
Abs. I dare say not, sir.
Sir Anth. But, Jack, you are not sorry to

Enter JULIA. find your mistress is so beautiful ?

Julia. I had not hoped to see you again Abs. Sir, I repeat it—if I please you in so soon. this asfair, 'tis all I desire. Not that I think Faulk. Could I, Julia, be contented with a woman the worse for being bandsome; but, my first welcome-restrained as we were by sir, if you please to recollect, you before hint- the presence of a third person? ed something about a hump or two, one eye,

Julia, O Faulkland,

kindness and a few more graces of that kind---now, can make me thus happy, let me not think without being very nice, I own I should ra- that I discovered something of coldness in ther choose a wile of mine to have the usual your first salutation. number of limbs, and a limited quantity of Faulk. 'Twas but your fancy, Julia.-I was back; and though one eye may be yery agree- rejoiced to see you-to see you in such health able, yet as the prejudice has always run in --Sure I had no cause for coldness? favour of tuo, I would not wish to affect a Julia. Nay then, I see you have taken somesingularity in that article.

thing ill.

You must not conceal from me Sir Anth. What a phlegmatic sot it is! what it is. Why, sirrah , you're an anchorite!-a vile, Faulk. Well, then - shall I own to you insensible stock. — You a soldier! - you're a that my joy at hearing of your bealth and walking block, fit only to dust the company's arrival here, by your neighbour Acres, was regimentals on !--Odds life! I've a great mind somewhat damped by his dwelling, much on lo marry the girl myself!

the high spirits you had enjoyed in DerouAbs. I am entirely at your disposal, sir: if shire-on your mirth--your singing-dancing, you should think of addressing Miss Languish and I know not what!--For such is my temyourself, I suppose you would have me marry per, Julia, that I should regard every ‘miribibe aunt; or if you should change your ful moment in your absence as a treason to mind, and take the old lady—'tis the same to constancy :- The mutual tear that steals down e-I'll marry the niece.

the cheek of parting lovers is a compact

, that Sir An!h. L'pon my word, Jack, thou’rt no smile shall live there till they meet again either a very great hypocrite, or-but, come, Julia. Must I never cease to tax my FaullI know your indifference on such a subject land with this teasing minute caprice?-Can must be all a lie - I'm sure it must come, the idle reports of a silly boor weigh in your now-damn your demure face !--come, con-breast against my tried affection? fess, Jack-you have been lying-ha'n't you? Faulk. They have no weight with me, You have been playing the hypocrite, hey!- lia: No, no-I am bappy if you bave been so I'll never forgive you, if you ha'n't been lying –yet only say, that you did not sing with and playing the hypocrite

mirth-say that you thought of Faulkland in Als. I'm sorry, sir, that the respect and the dance. duty which I bear to you should be so mis- Julia. I never can be happy in your taken.

sence.-If I wear a countenance of content Sir Anth. Hing your respect and duty! it is to show that my mind holds no doubt But come along with me, I'll write a note to of my Faulkland's truth.- If I seemed sad, it Mrs. Malaprop, and you shall visit the lady were to make malice triumpb; and say, directly. Her eyes shall be the Promethean I had fixed my heart on one, who left me to torch to you,- come along, I'll never forgive lament his roving, and my own credulity.-you, if you don't come back stark mad with Believe me, Faulkland, I mean not to up

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braid you, when I say, that I have often dress-; tions would tend:--But as they seem pressing. ed sorrow in smiles, lest my friends should to insult me, I will spare you the regret of guess whose unkindness had caused my tears. having done so.—I have given you no cause Faulk. You were ever all goodness to me. for this!

[Erit in tears. -0, I am brute, when I but admit a doubt Faulk. In tears! Stay, Julia: slay but for of your true constancy!

a moment.—The door is fastened !-- Julia!Julia. If ever without such cause from you, my soul-but for one moment: I hear her as I will not suppose possible, you find my sobbing !—'Sdeath! what a brule am I to use affections reering but a point, may I become her tbus! Yet stay.--Ay-she is coming now: a proverbial scoff for levity and base ingra- - bow little resolution there is in women! titude.

how a few soft words can turn them!- No, Faulk. Ah! Julia, that last word is grating faith!-she is not coming either. Wby, Julia to me. I would I bad no title to your graii--my love-say but that you forgive metude! Search your heart, Julia; perhaps what come but to tell me that-now this is being you have mistaken for love, is but the warm too resensul: stay! she is coming too – I effusion of a too thankful heart!

thought she would - no steadiness in any Julia. For what quality must I love you? thing! her going away must have been a mere

Faulk. For no quality! To regard me for trick then--she sha'n'i see that I was hurt by any quality of mind or understanding, were it.-” I assect indifference - [Hums a tune: only to esteem me. And for person-I have then listens)-No-Zounds! she's not coming! often wished myself deformed, to be convin- -nor don't intend it, I suppose.-This is not ced that I owed no obligation there for any steadiness but obstinacy!" Yet I deserve it. part of your affection.

-Wha!, after so long an absence to quarrel Julia. Where nature has bestowed a show with her tenderness! - 'Iwas barbarous and of nice attention in the features of a man, he unmanly!- I should be ashamed to see her should laugh at it as misplaced. I have seen now. I'll wait till her just resentment is abamen, who in this vain article, perhaps, might ted - and when I distress her so again, may rank above you; but my heart has never asked I lose her for ever! and be linked instead to my eyes if it were so or not.

some antique virago, whose gnawing passions, Faulk. Now this is not well from you, Ju- and long hoarded spleen, shall make me curse lia, -I despise person in a man-yet, if you my folly' half the day and all the night. [Exit. loved me as I wish, though I were an Aethiop,

Scene III.-Mrs. MALAPROP's Lodgings: you'd think none so fair.

Julia. I see you are determined to be un- Mrs. MALAPROP, with a Letter in her Hand, kind - The contract which my poor father

and CAPTAIN ABSOLUTE, bound us in gives you more than a lover's Mrs. Mal. Your being Sir Anthony's son, privilege.

captain, would itself be a sufficient accomFaulk. Again, Julia, you raise ideas that modalion ?); but from the ingenuity 2) of your feed and justify my doubis.- I would not have appearance, I am convinced you deserve the been more free-no-I am proud of my re- character here given of you. straint.-- Yet-yet-perhaps your high respect Abs. Permit me to say, madam, that as I alone for this solemn. conipact has settered never yet have had the pleasure of seeing your inclinations, which else had made a Miss Languish, my principal inducement in worthier choice.-How shall I be sure, had this affair at present is the honour of being you remained unbound in thought and pro- allicd to Mrs. Malaprop; of whose intellectual mise, that I should still have been the object accomplishments, elegant manners, and unof your persevering love?

affected learning, no tongue is silent. Julia. Then try me now. Let us be free Mrs. Mal. Sir, you do me in linite honour!-as strangers as to what is past:—my heart I beg, captain, you'll be seal.d.-[Sil.)-Ah! will not feel more liberty!

few gentlemen, now-a-days, know how to Faulk. There now! so hasty, Julia! so value the ineffectual ") qualities in a woman! anxious to be free!—If your love for me were few think how a little knowledge becomes a fixed and ardent, you would not loose your gentlewoman! - Men have no sense now but hold, even though I wished it!

for the worthless flower of beauty! Julia. O! you torture me to the heart! I Abs. It is but too true indeed, ma'am ;-yet cannot bear it.

I fear our ladies should share the blame-they Faulk. I do not mean to distress you.— I think our admiration of beauty so great, that I loved you less, I should never give you an knowledge in them would be superfluous. uneasy moment.-But hear me.-All my fret- Thus, like garden-trees, they seldom 'show ful doubts arise from this.-Women are not fruit, till time has robbed them of the more used to weigh, and separate the motives of specious blossom. — Few, like Mrs. Malaprop their affections: the cold dictates of prudence, and the orange-tree, are rich in both at once! gratitude, or filial duly, may sometimes be Mrs. Mal. Sir, you overpower me with mistaken for the pleadings of the heart.- I good-breeding - He is the very pine-apple of would not boast-yet let me say, that I bare politeness! You are not ignorant, caplain, that neither age, person, nor character, to found this giddy girl has somehow contrived to fix dislike on ;--my fortune such as few ladies her affeciions on a beggarly, strolling, eavescould be charged with indiscretion in the dropping ersign, wbom none of us have seen, match. — O Julia! when Love receives such and nobody knows any thing of. countenance from Prudence, nice minds will Abs. 0, I have heard the silly affair before. be suspicious of its birth.

1) Recommendation,

2) Ingeniousness. Julia. I know not whither your insinua- 3 Intellectual.

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