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have, I can assure you mine surpass them. ficient in every requisite that forms the man You know who Beverley proves to be? of breeding, if I delayed a moment to give all

Julia. I will now own in you, Lydia, that the information in my power to a lady so Mr. Faulkland had before informed me of the deeply interested in the affair as you are. whole affair. Had young Absolute been the Lydia. But quick! quick, sir ! person you took hirm for, I should not have

Fag. True, ma'am, as you say, one should accepted

your confidence on the subject, witb- be quick in divulging maiters of this nature; out a serious endeavour 10 counteract your for should we be tedious, perhaps while we caprice.

are flourishing on the subject, iwo or three Lydia. So, then, I sce I have been deceived lives may be lost! by every one!- but I don't care

Lydia. O patience! Do, ma'am, for Heaven's have him.

sake! tell us what is the matter? Julia. Nay, Lydia

Mrs. Mal. Why! murder's the matter! Lydia. Why, is it not provoking? when 1 slaughter's the malier! killing's the matter! thought we were coming to the prettiest dis- but he can tell you the perpendiculars 4). tress imaginable, lo find myself made a mere Lydia. Then, prithee, sir, be brief. Smithfield bargain of at last. There, had I Fag. Why then, ma'an, as to murder-| projected one of the most sentimental elope- cannot take upon me to say--and as to slaughter, ments!-so becoming a disguise !--so amiable for manslaughter, that will be as the jury finds it. a ladder of ropes!--Conscious moon – four Lydia. But who, sir—who are engaged in horses-Scotch parson-with such surprise to this? Mrs. Malaprop-and such paragraphs in the Fug. Faith, ma'am, one is a young gentlenews-papers/-0, I shall die with disappoint-man whom I should be very sorry, any thing ment!

was to happen to-a very pretty bebaved genJulia. I don't wonder at it!

tleman! We have lived much together, and Lydia. Now-sad reverse ! — what have I to always on terms. expect, but, after a deal of flimsy preparation Lýdia. But who is this! who! who! wbo with a bishop's licence, and my aunt's bless-i Fag. My master, ma'am-my master-Ispeak ing, to go simpering up to the altar; or per- of

my master. haps be cried three times in a country-church, Lydia. leavens! What, Caplain Absolute and have an unmannerly fat clerk ask the Mrs. Mal. O, to be sure, you are frightened consent of every butcher in the parish to join now! John Absolute and Lydia Languish, spinster! Julia. But who are with him, sir? O, that I should live to hear myself called Fag. As to the rest, ma'am, this gentleman Spinster!

can inform you better than I. Julia. Melancholy, indeed!

Julia. Do speak, friend.

[To David. Lydia. Ilow mortisying, to remember the David. Look’ee, my lady-by the mass! dear delicious shifts I used to 'be put to, to there's mischief going on. Folks don't use to gain half a minute's conversation with this fel- meet for amusement with fire-arms, firelocks, low!-How often have I stole forth, in the fire-engines, fire-screens, fire-office, and the coldest night in January, and found him in devil knows what other crackers beside! the garden, stuck like a dripping statue!- This, my lady, I say, has an angry favour, There would he kneel to me in the snow, Julia. But who is there beside Captain Aband sneeze and cough so pathetically! he sbi-solute, friend ? vering, with cold and I with apprehension: David. My poor master-under favour for and while the freezing blast numbed our joints, mentioning him first.—You know me, my ladyhow warmly would he press me to pily his 1 am David—and my master of course is, or Name, and glow with inutual ardour!

Ah, was,

'Squire Acres. -- Then comes 'Squire Julia, that was something like being in love. Faulkland.

Julia. If I were in spirits, Lydia, I should Julia. Do, ma'am, let us instantly endeachide you only by laugbing heartily at you; vour to prevent mischief. but it suits more the situation of my mind, Mrs. Mal. O fie-it would be very ineleat present, earnestly to entreat you not to let gant in us:-we should only participate things a man, who loves you with sincerity, suffer David. Ah! do, Mrs. Aunt, save a few lives that unbappiness from your caprice, which I -- they are desperately given, believe me.know too well caprice can inflict.

Above all, there is thai blood-thirsiy Philistine, Lydia, O lud! 'wbat has brought my aunt Sir Lucius O'Trigger. here?

Mrs. Mal. Sir Lucius O’Trigger!-Omerer! Enter Mrs. MALAPROP, Fag and David. into the scrape?-Why, bow you stand, girl!

have they drawn poor little Dear Sir Lucius Mrs. Mal. So! so! bere's fine work! here's you have no more feeling than one of the line suicide,, paracide, and simulation going Derbyshire petrefactions! on in the fields! and Sir Anthony not to be Lydia. Wbat are we to do, madam? found to prevent the antistrophe ! 1)

Mrs. Mal. Why fly with the utmost feliciJulia. For Heaven's sake, madam, what's ty ?), to be sure, to prevent mischief!— bere, the meaning of this?

friend-you can show us the place? Mrs. Mal. That gentlemau can tell you

Fag. If

you please, ma'am, I will conduct "twas he enveloped 2) the affair to me. you.-David, do you look for Sir Anthony.

Lydia. Do, sir, will you, inform us?
Fag. Ma'am, I should hold myself very de-

[Exit David

[To Fag. 1) Particulars.

2) Perhaps the lady meant thc word velocily, and that : 1) Calastrophe. ) Developed.

rather elevated.

Mrs. Mal. Come, girls!-this gentleman will when once you are wounded here--[Putting exhort ?), us.--Come, sir, you're our envoy 2) his Hand io ibsolute's breast] Hey! what -lead the way, and we'll precede 5). the deuce bave you got here?

Fag. Not a slep before the ladies for the Abs. Nothing, sir-nothing: world!

Sir Anth. What's this? -- here's something Mrs. Mal. You're sure you know the spot. damn'd hard.

Fag. I think I can find it, ma'am; and one Abs 0, trinkets, sir! trinkets-a bauble for good thing is, we shall bear the report of the Lydia ! pistols as we draw near, so we.can't well miss Sir Anth. Nay, let me see your taste. [Pulls ihem;-never fear, ma'am, never fear. his coat open, the sword falls] Trinkets !-

[Exeunt, he Talking. a bauble for Lydia!-Zounds! sirrah, you are Sceve II.-South Parade.

not going to cut her throat, are you?

Abs. Ila! ha! ba!-I thought it would diEnter ABSOLUTE, putting his sword undersvert you, sir, though I Jidri'i mean to tell you his great coat.

lill afterwards, Abs. A sword seen in the streets of Bath Sir Anth. You didu'!?

Yes, this is a very would raise as great an alarm as a mad dog. diverting trinket, truly. -How provoking this is in Faulkland !-- never Abs. Sir, I'll explain to you. You koow, punctual! I shall be obliged to go without sir, Lydia is romantic-devlish romantic, and him at last. O, the devil! here's Sir Anthony ! very absurd of course :-now, sir, I intend, if - how shall I

escape
him ?

she refuses to forgive me - to unsheath this [Muffles up his face, and Takes a sword-and swear - - I'll fall upon its point, Circle to go off.

and expire at her feel!

Sir Anth. Fall upon a fiddle-stick's end! Enter SIR ANTHONY.

why, I suppose it is the very thing that would Sir Anth. How one may be deceived at al please her-Get along, you fool. little distance ! only that I see he don't know Abs. Well, sir, you shall bear of my sucme, I could have sworn that was Jack!—Hey ! cess — you shall hear. --"O, Lydia !—forgive -Gad's life! it is.- Why, Jack, - what are me, or this pointed steel"-says I. you afraid of? hey!- !--sure I'm right. - Why, Sir Anth. 0, booby! stab away, and welJack-Jack Absolute! [Goes up to him. come”-says she.--Get along!--and damn your Abs. Really, sir, you have the advantage of trinkets!

[Exit Absolute. me:- I don't remember ever to have had the honour --- my name is Saunderson, at your

Enter David, running. service.

David. Slop him! stop him! Murder! Thies! Sir Anth. Sir, I beg your pardon -I took Fire!-Stop fire ! Stop fire!-0! Sir Anthony you-hey?—why, zounds! it is—Stay-[Looks-call! call! bid 'm siop! Murder! Fire! up to his Face] So, so-your humble ser- Sir Anth. Fire! Murder! where? vant, Mr. Saunderson !- Why, you scoundrel, David. Oons! he's out of sight! and I'm whal tricks are you after now?

out of breath! for my part! O, Sir Anthony, Abs. O! a joke, sir, a joke!-I came here why didn't you stop him? why didn't you on purpose to look for

you,

sir. Sir Anth. You did! well, I am glad yon Sir Anth. Zounds! the fellow's mad! — Stop were so lucky :-but what are you muffled

up whom? stop Jack? so for?-what's this for?-hey?

David. Ay, the captain, sir! - there's murAbs. 'Tis cool, sir; isn't it?- rather chilly der and s!aughtersomehow:-hut I shall be late- I have a par- Sir Anth. Murder! ticular engagement.

David. Ay, please you, Sir Anthony, there's Sir Anth. Stay.—Why, I thought you were all kinds of murder, all sorts of slaughter looking for me?-Pray, Jack, where is't you to be seen in the fields: there's fighting going are going?

on, sir-bloody sword-and-gun-fighting! Abs. Going, sir!

Sir Anth. Who are going to light, dunce? Sir Anth. Ay-where are you going? David. Every body that I know of, Sir AnAbs. Where am I going?

thony:-every body is going to fight, my poor Sir Anth. You unmannerly puppy! master, Sir Lucius O'Trigger, your son, the Abs. I was going, sir, to-to-to-to Lydia captain--sir, to Lydia-to make mallers up if I could; Sir Anth. O, the dog! I see bis tricks; -and I was looking for you, sir, to-to- do you know the place? Sir Anth. To go

with
you,

I

suppose.“ David. King's-Mead-Fields. Well, come along.

Sir Anth. You know the way? Abs. O! zounds! no, sir, not for the world! David. Not an inch ;-but I'll call the mayor --I wished to meel with you, sir,-to-lo-to-aldermen-constables-churchwardens- and -- You find it cool, I'm sure, sir--you'd better beadles--we can't be too many to part them. not stay out.

Sir Anth. Come along--give me your shoulSir Anth. Cool!--not at all-Well, Jack-der! we'll get assistance as we go-the lying and what will you say to Lydia ?

villain!-Well, I shall be in such a phrensy Abs. 0, sir, beg her pardon, humour her --So-this was the history of his trinkets! I'll - proinise and vow:-bui I delain you, sir- bauble him!

[Erennt. consider the cold air on your gout.

SCENE III.-King's-Mcad-Fields. Sir Anth. O, not at all! - not at all!- I'm in no hurry.-Ah! Jack, you youngsters,

Sir Lucius and ACRES, with pistols. 1) E-cont. 2) Conroy. 3) Follow, perhaps proceed. Acres. By my valour! then, Sir Lucius,

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forty yards is a good distance Odds levels Sir Luc. Ay-may they-and it is much the and aims!-I say it is a good distance. genteelest attitude into the bargain.

Sir Luc. Is it for muskets or small field- Acres. Look'ee! Sir Lucius-I'd just as liere pieces ? upon my conscience, Mr. Acres, you be shot in an awkward posture as a genteel must leave those things to me. - Stay now- one-so, by my valour! I will stand edgeways

. I'll show you. [Measures paces along the Sir Luc. [Looking at his watch] Sure they Stage] There

that is a very pretty dis- don't mean to disappoint us-Hah!-no faith tance-a pretty gentleman's distance. -I think I see them coming:

Acres. Zounds! we might as well fight in a Acres. Hey!-what!-coming!sentry-box! I tell you, Sir Lucius, the farther Sir Luc. Áy-Who are those yonder gelbe is off, the cooler I shall take my aim. ting over the stile ?

Sir Luc. Faith! then I suppose you would Acres. There are two of them indeed! well aim at him best of all if he was out of sight! - let them come-hey, Sir Lucius! -we-we

Acres. No, Sir Lucius, but I should think -we-we-won't run forty or eight-and-thirty yards

Sir Luc. Run! Sir Luc. Pho! pho! nonsense! three or four Acres. No-1

say-we

won't run, by my feet between the mouths of your pistols is as valour!

Lyou? good as a mile.

Sir Luc. What the devil's the matter with Acres. Odds bullets, no! - by my valour! Acres. Nothing-nothing-my dear friend there is no merit in killing bin so near: do,-my dear Sir Lucius-buť 1-1-I don't feel my dear Sir Lucius, let me bring him down quite so bold, somehow, as I did. at a long shot:-a long shot, Sir Lucius, if Sir Luc. () fie !--consider your honour. you love me!

Acres. Ay-true-rny honour-Do, Sir LuSir Luc. Well--the gentleman's friend and cius, edge in a word or two every now and I must settle that.-—But tell me now, Mr. Acres, then about my

honour. in case of an accident, is there any little will Sir Luc. Well, here they're coming. or commission I could execute for you?

[Looking: Acres. I am much obliged to you, Sir Lu- Acres. Sir Lucius-if I wa'n't with

you, cius--but I don't understand

should almost think I was afraid-if my valour Sir Luc. Why, you may think there's no should leave me !– Valour will come and go. being shot at without a litile risk—and if an Sir Luc. Then pray keep it fast, while you unlucky bullet should carry a quietus with it have it. say

it will be no time then to be bother- Acres. Sir Lucius–I doubt it is goinging you about family matters.

yes—my valour is certainly going!-it is sneakAcres. A quietus!

ing off!-I feel it oozing out as it were at the Sir Luc. For instance, now-if that should palms of my hands! be the case-would you-choose to be pickled Sir Luc. Your honour-your honour.-Here and sent home?-or would it be the same to they are. you to lie here in the Abbey ?- I'm told there Acres. O mercy!--now-that I was safe at is very snug lying in the Abbey.

Clod-Hail! or could be shot before I was Acres. Pickled! -Snug lying in the Abbey ! aware! -Odds tremors! Sir Lucius, don't talk so! Sir Luc. I suppose, Mr. Acres, you never

Enter FAULKLAND and ABSOLUTE. were engaged in an affair of this kind before? Sir Luc. Gentlemen, your most obedient.

Acres. No, Sir Lucius, never before. Hah!-what, Captain Absolute !-So, I suppose, Sir Luc. Ah! that's a pity!—there's nothing sir, you are come here, just like myself – to being used

a thing.–Pray now, how do a kind office, first for your friend—then would you receive the gentleman's shot? to proceed to business on your own account.

Acres. Odds files ! - I've practised that - Acres. What, Jack!-my dear Jack!-my here, Sir Lucius—there. [Puis himself in an dear friend! attitude]-aside-front, hey ?-Odd! I'll make Abs. Heark'ee, Bob, Beverley's at hand. myself small enough:-l'Il stand edgeways. Sir Luc. Well, Mr. Acres—I don't blame

Sir Luc. Now-you're quite out-for if you your saluting the gentleman civilly.-So, Mr. stand so when I take my aim-[Levelling at him. Beverley, [To Faulkland] if you'll choose

Acres. Zounds! Sir Lucius—are you sure it your weapons, the captain and I' will measure 1 is not cock'd ? the ground.

1 Sir Luc. Never fear.

Faulk. My weapons, sir. Acres. But-but-you don't know - it may Acres. Odds life! Sir Lucius, I'm not going go off of its own head!

to fight Mr. Faulkland; these are my partiSir Luc. Pho! be easy-Well, now if I hit cular friends. you in the body, my bullet has a double Sir Luc. What, sir, did not you come here ! chance-for if it misses a vital part of your to fight Nr. Acres ? right side-'twill be very hard if it don't suc- Faulk. Not I, upon my word, sir. ceed on the left!

Sir Luc. Well, now, that's mighty prorokAcres. A vital part!

ing! But I hope, Mr. Faulkland, as there are Sir Luc. But, there— fix yourself so — [Pla- three of us come on purpose for the game cing him] let him see the broad-side of your you won't be so cantanckerous as to spoil the full front-there-now a ball or two may pass party by sitting out. clean through your body, and never do any Abs. O pray, Faulkland, fight to oblige Sir harm at all.

Lucius. Acres. Clean through me!-a ball or Faulk. Nay, if Mr. Acres is so bepl on the clean through me!

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Acres. No, no, Mr. Faulkland-I'll bear my

Sir Anth. Put up, Jack, put up, or I shall disappointment like a Christian-Look’ee, Sir be in a phrensy-how came you in a duel, sir? Lucius, there's no occasion at all for me to Abs, Faith, sir, that gentleman can tell you light; and if it is the same to you, I'd as lieve better than 1; 'twas he called on me, and

you lei it alone.

know, sir, I serve his majesty. Sir Luc. Observe me, Mr. Acres - I must Sir Anth. Here's a pretty fellow! I catch not be trifled with. You have certainly chal-him going to cut a man's throat, and he tells lenged somebody-and you carne here io tight me, he serves his majesty!-Zounds! sirrah, him-Now, if that gentleman is willing to re- then how durst you draw the king's sword present him-I can't sec, for my soul, why it against one of his subjects? isn't just the same thing.

Abs. Sir, I tell you! that gentleman called Acres. Why no - Sir Lucius – I tell you, me out, without explaining his reasons. 'tis one Beverley I've challenged - a fellow, Sir Anth. Gad! sir, how came you to call you see, that dare not show his face! If he my son out, without explaining your reasons ? were here, I'd make him give up his preten- Sir Luc. Your son, sir, insulted me in a sions directly!-

manner which my honour could not brook. Abs. Hold, Bob-let me set you right-there Sir Anih. Zounds! Jack, how durst you inis no such man as Beverley in the case.—The sult the gentleman in a manner whích his person who assumed that name is before you; honour could not brook? and as his pretensions are the same in both Mrs. Mal. Come, come, let's have no hocharacters, he is ready to support them in nour 'before ladies-Captain Absolute, come whatever way you please.

here-How could you intimidate?) us so ? Sir Luc. Well, this is lucky — Now you Here's Lydia has been terrified to death for have an opportunity

you. Acres. What, quarrel with my dear friend Abs. For fear I should be killed, or escape, Jack Absolute-noi if he were fifty Beverleys! ma'am? Zounds! Sir Lucius, you would not have me Mrs. Mul. Nay, no delusions 2) to the past $9 unnatural.

Lydia is convinced; speak, child. Sir Luc. Upon my conscience, Mr. Acres, Sir Luc. With your leave, ma'am, I must your valour bas oozed away with a vengeance ! put in a word here--I believe I could inter.

Acres. Not in the least! Odds backs and pret the young lady's silence-Now markabettors! I'll be your second with all my heart Lydia. What is it you mean, sir? -and if you should get a quietus, you may Sir Luc. Come, come, Delia, we must be command me entirely. I'll get you snug ly- serious now, this is no time for trifling. ing in the Abbey here; or pickle you, and Lydia. 'Tis true, sir; and your reproof bids send you over to Blunderbuss-ball, or any me offer this gentleman my hand, and solicit thing of the kind, with the greatest pleasure. the return of his affections.

Sir Luc. Pho! pho! you are little better Abs. O! my little angel, say you so?-Sir than a coward.

Lucius-I perceive there must be some misAcres. Mind, gentlemen, he calls me a cow-take here, with regard to the affront which ard; coward was the word, by my valour! you aflirm I have given you. I can only say, Sir Luc. Well, sir?

ihat it could not have been intentional. And Acres. Look'ee, Sir Lucius, 'tisn't that I mind as you must be convinced, that I should not the word coward coward may be said in fear to support a real injury-you shall now joke--But if you had called me a poltroon, see that am not ashamed to atone for an odds daggers and balls —

inadvertency-I ask your pardon.-But for this Sir Luc. Well, sir?

lady, while honoured with her approbation, Acres. -I should have thought you a very I will support my claim against any man ill-bred man.

wbalever. Sir Luc. Pho! you are beneath my notice. Sir Anth. Well said, Jack, and I'll stand Abs. Nay, Sir Lucius, you can't have a bet- by you, my boy. ter second than my friend Acres — He is a Åcrés. Mind, I give up

all
my

claim - 1 most determined dog - called in the country, make no pretensions to any thing in the world Fighting Bob.—He generally kills a man'a --and if I can't get a wife, without fighting week-don't you, Bob ?

for her, by my valour! I'll live a bachelor. Acres. Ay-at home!-

Sir Luc. Captain, gire me your hand-an Sir Luc. Well then, captain, 'tis we must affront handsomely acknowledged becomes an begin -- so come out, my little counsellor- obligation—and as for the lady--if she chooses [draws his sword]-and ask the gentleman, to deny her own band-writing, herewhether he will resign the lady, without for

[Takes out Lelters. cing you to proceed against him?

Mrs. Mal. O, he will dissolve :) my mystery! Abs. Come on then, sir—[draws]; since -Sir Lucius, perhaps there's some mistakeyou won't let it be an amicable suit, here's perhaps I can illuminate 4)— my reply.

SiLuc. Pray, old gentlewoman, don't in

terfere where you have no business. - Miss Enter Sir Anthony, David, and the Women. Languish, are you my Delia, or noi ?

David. Knock 'em all down, sweet Sir Authony; knock down my master in particular

gond behaviour : i c. is obliged to find surely for his

conducting himself well. --and bind bis hands over to their good behaviour!")

1) Intimidated is the improper word here for frightened ;

there is something like ihe mcaning in it; it sounds 1) A mon accused before a justice of ollending any per

difficolt, and that's enough for Mrs. M. son, except in his own deseoce, is bound over to hilo %) A!lusious. 3) Discover. 4) Explain.

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Lydia. Indeed, Sir Lucius, I am not. have been quarrelling 100, I warraut.-Come,

[Lydia and Absolute walk aside. Julia, I never interfered before: but let me Mrs. Mai. Sir Lucius O'Trigger-ungrateful have a hand in the matter at last.-- All the as you are-I own the soft impeachment?)— faults I have ever seen in my friend Faulkparilon my blushes, I am Delia.

land seemed to proceed from what he calls Sir Luc. You Delia-pbo! pho! be easy, the delicacy and warmth of his affection for

Mrs. Mal. Why, thou barbarous Vandyke 2) you-There, marry bim directly, Julia; you'll -those letters are mine-When you are more find he'll mend surprisingly! sensible of my benignity 5)-perhaps I may be

[The rest come forward. brought to encourage your addresses.

Sir Luc. Come now, I hope there is no Sir Luc. Mrs. Malaprop, I am extremely dissatisfied person, but what is content; for sensible of your condescension; and whether as I have been disappointed myself, it will you or Lucy have put this trick upon me, I be very hard if I have not the satisfaction of am equally beholden to you.— And, to show seeing other people succeed betteryou I am not ungrateful, Captain Absolute, Acres. You are right, Sir Lucius.—So, Jack, since you have taken that lady from me, l'il I wish you joy-Mr. Faulkland the same.give you my Delia into the bargain. Ladies,-come now, to show you I'm neither

Aus. I am much obliged to you, Sir Lu- vexed nor angry, odds tabors and pipes! I'll cius; but here's my friend, lighting Bob, un-order the fiddles in half an hour to the New provided for.

Rooms-and I insist on your all meeting me Sir Luc. Hah! little Valour-here, will you there. make your fortune?

Sir Anth. 'Gad! sir, I like your spirit; and Acres. Odds wrinkles! No – But give me at night we single lads will drink a health to your hand, Sir Lucius, forget and forgive; but the young couples, and a husband to Mrs. if ever I give you a chance of pickling me Malaprop. again, say Bob Acres is a dunce, that's all. Faulk. Our partners are stolen from us,

Sir Anth. Come, Mrs. Malaprop, don't be Jack - 1 hope to be congratulated by each cast down-you are in your bloom yet. other-yours for having checked in time the

Mrs. Mal. O Sir Anthony!- men are all errors of an illdirected imagination, which barbarians.

might have betrayed an innocent beart; and [All retire but Julia and Faulklund. mine, for having, by her gentleness and canJulia. He seems dejected and unhappy - dour, reformed the unhappy temper of one, not sullen—there was some foundation, how-who by it made wretched whom he loved ever, for the tale he told me-O) woman! how most, and tortured the heart be ought to bave true should be your judgment, when your adored. resolution is so weak!

Abs. Well, Jack, we have both tasted the Faulk. Julia!- how can I sue for what I bitters, as well as the sweets, of love - with so little deserve? I dare not presume - yet this difference only, that you always prepared Rope is the child of Penitence.

the bitter

сир for yourself, while 1 Julia. Oh! Faulkland, you have not been Lydia. Was always obliged to me for it, morc faulty in your unkind treatment of me, hey! Mr. Modesty?-But come, no than I am now in wanting inclination to re-that-our happiness is now as unallayed as sent it. As my heart honestly bius me place general. my weakness to the account of love, I should Julia. Then let us study to preserve it so bie ungenerous nol lv admit the same plea for and while Hope pictures to us a flattering yours.

scene of future bliss, let us deny its pescil Faulk. Now I shall be blest indeed! those colours wbich are too bright be last

[Sir Anthony comes forward. ling.When hearts deserving happiness would Sir Anth. What's going on here?--So you unite their fortunes, Virtue would crown them 1) Accusation.

with an unfading garlaud of modest hurtles 3) Vandal (poor Vandykc).

flowers; but ill-judging Passion will force the 3) A camp word with somriding like goodness in its sandier rose into the wreath, whose ibora mcaning

offends them, when its leaves are drop!!

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THE SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL.

Com. by Richard Brinsley Sheridan. First acted at Drury Lae, May 8, 1777. Any attemp! to be particular in the praise of this comedy, would be at once difficult and unnecessary. No piece ever eyualled il in success on the sea, and very few are superior to it in point of intrinsic merit. It is evident, that Mr. Sheridan, when he composed this comedy, had a reference to Wycherley's Plain Dealer, in the formation of his plot; and to Congreve, in the prigoare of his dialogue.--Yet there are those who have asserted, that the plan was taken from a manuscript which had been previously delivered at Drury Lane Theatre, by a young lady, the daughter of a merchant in Thames Street, thrallerwarıls died at Bristol, of a pectoral decay. This, however, is probably mere scandal, four.ded on cnry of the gitar success of the piece.

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