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Harry. Brave spirit! He would coin his heart! -My father supports it nobly.

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Mr. Smith. He is anxious only for you. Harry. Well, well. Ha, ha, ha! bring him relief.-Comfort him, assure him of it.Ay, hear me heaven, and-To-night it is too late, but to-morrow all shall be well!-Excellent well! Mr. Smith. (Significantly.) You will marry the widow?

Harry. Have you heard?-Ay, boy, ay! - We'll marry! I will go and prepare her. We'll marry! -Early in the morning that all may be safe. I have told her the truth. She knows all- Why, ay,(Looking at his watch.) The proctor s, the lawyer's, the widow's, and (starts) at six? The ring!-at six!-Fiends! Who can say what may-What, leave my father to perish? I'll not go, though all hell should brand me for a coward, I'll not go.Mr. Smith, take care of my father!-Mark me, I recommend my father to you. [Exit.

Enter MR. DORNTON.

Dornton. Where is Harry?-Did not I hear his voice?

Mr. Smith. He is this moment gone, sir.
Dornton. Gone, where?

Mr. Smith. Do you not suspect where, sir?
Dornton. (Alarmed.) Suspect?-What?-Speak!
Mr. Smith. To the widow Warren's.

Dornton. For what purpose?

Mr. Smith. To marry her.

Dorn on. Marry!-The widow Warren!

Mr. Smith. And save the house by her fortune. Dornton. Generous Harry! Noble, affectionate boy! I'd perish first!

Mr. Smith. He seems very resolute. already had six thousand pounds of her.

He has

Dornton. Marry her? I shall go mad!-Where is Mr. Sulky?

Mr. Smith. He is just returned. I hear him in the counting-house.

Dornton. Tell him I wish to speak with him. [Exit. Mr. Smith.] Harry Dornton and the widow Warren?-I shall die in Bedlam!

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Is the carriage ready? Servant. It's at the door, sir. Dornton. (Going· -turns back.) So, Mr. Sulky, you would see him married to this widow, to whom you have so often, as well as now, given the worst of characters, rather than incur a little more risk for your friend?

Sulky. Marry?

Dornton. Yes, marry!
Sulky. Whom?

Dornton. The widow Warren, I tell you!
Sulky. Harry Dornton?

Dornton. Yes, Harry Dornton!

Sulky. When? Where?

Dornton. Immediately. With unexampled affection, to save me, who am old and worthless, he would devote his youth, his great qualities, and his noble heart, to all the torments which such a murriage, and such a woman can inflict! Sulku. Take the money.

Dornton. Are you serious, Mr. Sulky? Sulky. Take the money! Away! Begone! I would indeed starve, inchmeal, rather than he

Dornton. Harry Dornton. Would you?-Would should marry her. you? Would you, Mr. Sulky?

Sulky. A kind question.

Dornton. Nay, I did not mean to be unkind, Mr. Sulky; you know I did not.-Shall we not venture one step more to save him?

Sulky. Save? Impossible! Ruin only can reform him! total ruin.

Dornton. You mistake, Mr. Sulky. His own misfortunes little affected him, but mine-! He is struck to the heart.- I know him.

[friend!

Dornton. Mr. Sulky, you are a worthy man, a true Sulky. Curse compliments! Make haste!

ACT V.

SCENE I-The Widow Warren's.

Enter SOPHIA and JENNY.

[Exeunt.

Jenny. So, miss! Here's your mamma just coming down.

Sophia. (Much agitated.) Is she dressed?

Jenny. Oh, yes!-I have decorated her out like any king's coach-horse.

Sophia. It's very well.

Jenny. With her ribands and ringlets stuck about and dangle-ating down her back; and all herSophia. It's very well. It's all very well; but it will be no wedding.

Jenny. (As de.) I hope not.

Soph a. He told her to her face that he loved me, and offered to give her the money back. He'll never have her. And if he does I don't care.-I know I shall die broken-hearted, but I don't care. I'll tell all to my dear grandma', for I'll not stay in this wicked city.-No! He sha'n't see me pine away. I know my ghost will haunt him; but I can't help it. I never wished him any harm, and had he but been true-hearted and have waited for me, I would. But it's no matter. He sha'n't see a tear that I shed, nor hear the least sigh that I heave.

Enter the WIDOW WARREN.

Widow. No offence, I hope? I participate in tiem myself.

Dornton. Hem! No doubt!

Widow. You are acquainted with Mr. Dornon? Dornton. Why-yes-I am I believe one of his oldest acquaintance. [for him? Widow. Then I dare say you have a great regard Dornton. Hem!-Yes-I-had a-sort of friend. ship for him even before he was born. Widow. Sir!-Oh-you are intimate with the family?

Dornton. Yes-yes, madam!

Widow. And know his father?

Dornton. Hem-(Shrugs.) Why - Though I have kept him company from the day of his birth to this very hour, they tell me I don't know him yet! Widow. Ay indeed! Is he so odd?

Dornton. Sometimes-To my great regret I have sometimes found him a very absurd old gentleman! Widow. I am sorry for it!-Because as I am soon become-hymeneally-his intimate-relation-I (With maidenly affectation).

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Dornton. You would wish for a sensible indulgeut

Jenny. (Looking, admiring, and walking around
her.) Well, ma'am-I declare you're a pictur-
Widow. Do you think I look tolerably, Jenny?-Papa ?-(Smiles.)
(Walking and surveying herself.)-Shall I do execu-
tion? What is the matter, child?

Sophia. Mark my words, he'll never have you.
Widow. Poor thing.
[street door.)
Sophia. He never will. (Knocking heard at the
Widow. Run, Jenny, see who it is. [Exit Jenny.]
Go up to your chamber, child.

Sophia, (Much agitated.) No. I will stay here.
Widow. Begone to your chamber, I say, miss.
Sophia. Beat me if you please, kill me, but I will

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Jenny. Yes, ma'am.

Widow. In dark grey? (Hoping.)
Jenny. Yes, ma'am.

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Widow. (Eagerly.) Does he look like a parson, Jenny. Why, ma'am, he is a soberly, smug, jobation-looking man enough.

Widow. Let him be shewn in. [Exit Jenny. I dare say it is the divine.

Enter JENNY, introducing MR. DORNTON. Dornton. Your humble servant, madam.

Widow. Sir, your very most humble servant (With great respect.)

[me? Dornton. I presume you are unacquainted with Widow. (Simpering) I believe I can penetrate, sir— Dornton. Can you, madam?

Widow. (With her fan before her face.) You-You come on the-part of-young Mr. Dornton.

Dornton. (Surprised.) I do!

Widow. It's natural, sir. (Simpering.)

Dornton. Ha! I dare not say too much in his favour.

Widow. Nay, though I have a vast hum-haregard for young Mr. Dornton-I own I have no great predilection of opinion for the father. (Nodding very significantly.)

Dornton. (Suddenly.) Nor he for you, madam!
Widow. Do you think so?

Dornton. I am sure so!

Widow. I warrant, sir, he is, as you say, a very precise acrimonious person.

Dornton. I said no such thing, madam!

Widow. Ah! a little caution, sir, to be sure, becomes gentlemen of your cloth.

Dornton. Cloth again!-I don't know what you older than yourself; nor does he think himself half mean by my cloth! but Mr. Dornton, madam, is little

so repugnant.

Widow. Sir!

Dornton. (Recollecting himself.) Madam -I—I beg your pardon-I-(Bowing.)

Widow. (Knocking heard.) Oh! here, I dare say comes the bridegroom.

tell her after this who I am. (Walks up the stage.) Dornton. (Aside.) My curst vivacity! I can never

Enter HARRY DORNTON, in haste.

Widow. (Eagerly.) Oh, you rover!

Harry. Well, my kind widow! (Mr. Dornton turns round at hearing his son's voice, and gradually approaches.) My loving, compassionate widow! I am come post haste to cast myself once more on your bounty! Widow. Hush! [aid!

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Widow. (Aside.) It is the parson!-Would you be waspish, tetchy-Hem!-(Aloud.) Your friend has so indulgent as to be seated, sir?

Dornton. Excuse me, madam.

Widow. Would you be pleased to take any refreshment, sir?

Dornton. Madam!

Widow. A morsel of seed-cake, a French biscuit, a bit of orange-loaf, a glass of constantia, or a jelly? -I know these little cordial comforts are agreeable consolations to gentlemen of your cloth. Dornton. (Surveying himself.) Cloth!

been here some time, Mr. Dornton!
Harry. My friend! What friend?

Widow. Your friend the clergyman. (Pointing to
Mr. Dornton.)

Harry. Clergyman!- You - Turning, sees his father at his elbow.) My father!

Widow. His father! (A pause.)

Dornton. Well, Harry, why do you look so blink? I am glad you are here. Your coming and the mutual sincerity with which this lady and I have

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Dornton. Here is your money, madam. (OfferHarry. My father saved-? Tol de rol - ! Widow. Nay but-Mr. Dornton !-sir!-(Ready to cry.)

Dornton. I must beg you will take it. Harry. Rejoice, widow! Rejoice! Sing, shout! Tol de rol!

Widow. I do not want the money, sir! Filthy money-(Whimpering restrained.) And as to what I said, though you have arrested Mr. MilfordHarry. Ha! (Starts, considers and looks at his watch.). [Mr. Dornton

Widow. I am sorry-I beg your pardon-And if Dornton. Why don't you speak, Harry? Where are you going? (Harry Dornton crosses hastily.) Come back, Harry!-Stay, I say!

Harry. I cannot stay!-I must fly!-My honour is at stake.

Exit.

Dornton. (Alarmed.) His honour!-His honour at stake!-Here, here, madam!-(Offering money.) Widow. Nay, sir

Dornton. 'Sdeath, madam, take your money.

(Exit.

Widow. Cruel-usage!-Faithless men-BlindStupid! "I'll forsake and forswear the whole sex. (Bursts into tears.)

Enter JENNY, with great glee, on tip-toe, as if she had been on the watch.

Jenny. Ma'am ma'am! Mr. Goldfinch, ma'am! Widow. Hey! Mr Goldfinch?-Was that what you said, Jenny? (Brightens up.) Where?

Jenny. Below, ma'am. I persuaded him to come up, but he is quite surly.

Widow. Oh! he is coming? Well! I think I will see him-Yes-I think I will. [for me. Jenny. I always told you, ma'am, Mr. Goldfinch Widow. Did you?

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Widow. You shall have the promise!
Gold. Oh, ho! Why, then I pull up.

(Returning.) Widow. Barbarous youth: could you leave me? but I must send to Mr. Silky.

Gold. No, no; let me have the promise directly. I'll go myself to Silky.

Widow. Will you, Mr. Goldfinch?

Gold. Will I not? Take a hack, mount the box. Hayait! Scud away for the old scoundrel. I'm a deep one; know the course every inch. I'm the lad for the widow. That's your sort!

Widow. Saucy man; I'll be very angry with you.
Gold. Soon be back.

Widow. Adieu! Fly swiftly, ye minutes.
Gold. But I must have the promise first.
Widow. I will go and write it. Come, dissembler,
[Exit languishing.

come.

Enter MILFORD.

Milford. So, Charles; where's the widow? Gold. The widow's mine.

Milford. Yours?

Gold. I'm the lad; all's concluded; going post for old Silky. (Offers to go at every speech, but is eagerly stopped by Milford.)

Milford. Silky did you say?

Gold. I'm to pay the miserly rascal fifty thousand pounds down. But mum: that's a secret. Milford. You are raving.

Gold. Tellee, he has her on the hip; she can't marry without his consent. Milford. But why? Gold. Don't know.

The close old rogue won't tell. Has got some deed, he says. Some writing. Milford. Indeed!

Jenny. But he says he will have your written promise this very night, or never speak to you Gold. Yes; but it's a secret. I shall be a higher more. I hear him. (Adjusting the Widow's dress.) | fellow than ever, Jack. Go to the second spring La, ma'am, you had better give a few touches-meeting-take you with me-come down a few to hereabout. Your eyes will have double the spirit and fire.

Widow. Will they?

Enter GOLDFINCH.

[Exit.

Gold. Where's the dowager?
Jenny. Hush! Mind what I said to you-It is too
late now for a licence, so be sure get the promise.
Don't flinch.

Gold. Me flinch? Game to the backbone!
Jenny. Hush !

[Exit.

the sweaters and trainers-the knowing ones-the lads. Get into the secret-lay it on thick-seven hundred to five Favourite against the field. Done! I'll do it again! Done! Five times over. Ditto repeated. Done, done. Off they go!-winner lays by-pretends to want foot-Odds rise hightake 'em-winner whispered lame-lags afterodds higher-and higher. Take 'em-creeps up breathes 'em over the flat-works 'em up hillpasses the distance post-still only second-betting

chair in an uproar-neck to neck-lets him out --shows him the whip-shoots by like an arrow -oh! d-e a hollow thing. That's your sort!

[Exit.
Milford. Fifty thousand to Silky for his consent
because of some instrument, some writing? If it
should be the-? It must; by heaven, it must.
[Exit hastily.

SCENE II.-The Ring in Hyde Park.
Enter HARRY DORNTON, looking at his watch.
Harry. How long must I wait? I see nothing of
Milford; I'll cut off that bailiff s ears if he has be-
trayed me. (Walks about.)

Enter MR. DORNTON out of breath.

Dornton. So, Harry.
Harry. My father again.

Dornton. (Panting.) What do you do here, Harry?
Harry. Sir-I-I want air.

Dornton. So do I; a pretty dance you have led me. What brought you hither? (Sudden recollection.) Where's the money you had of the widow? (Pause; seeming to dread an answer.) Where is the money, Harry?

Harry. (Reluctantly.)
Dornton. Gone!
Harry. Most of it.

Gone, sir.

Dornton. And your creditors not paid? (Another pause.) And your creditors not paid?

Harry. No, sir.

Dornton. I suspected-I foreboded this. (Harry Dornton walks up the stage.) He has been at some gaming-house, lost all, quarrelled, and come here to put a miserable end to a miserable existence. Oh! who would be a father! (With extreme anguish.)

Enter Waiter.

Waiter. (Looking round, serveying Mr. Dornton.) Pray, sir, is your name Dornton?

Dornton. It is.

Waiter. Then I am right. Mr. Milford, sir, has sent me with this note.

[Exit.

Harry. (Advancing.) It is for me, sir.
Dornton. How do you know, Harry?
Harry. Sir, I am certain. I must beg-
Dornton. This is no time for ceremony. (Reads.)
Dear Harry, forgive the provocation I have given you;
forgive the wrong I have done your father.-Me!-I
will submit to any disgrace rather than lift my hand
against your life. I would have come and apologised
even on my knees, but am prevented.

J. MILFORD.
(Stands a moment, crumpling the letter.) Why,
Harry! What? What is this? Tell me, tell me.
It is in paying Milford's debts you have expended
Harry. It is, sir.

Dornton. What you will. Harry; do with me what you will. Oh! who would not be a father! [Exent

SCENE IIL-The House of the Widow Warren Enter MILFORD and MR. SULKY. Milford. The fool, Goldfinch himself, informed me, sir, that Silky is to receive fifty thousand pounds for his consent.

Sulky. Fifty thousand! Zounds! Why then the old scoundrel must have got possession of the will. Milford. Which is indubitably meant to be destroyed. Goldfinch is just returned with Silky. They are now with the widow, all in high glee, and are coming up here immediately, no doubt to settle the business in private.

Sulky. What can be done?

Milford. We must hide ourselves somewhere, and spring upon them.

Sulky. I hate hiding; it's deceit, and deceit is the resource of a rascal.

Milford. But there is no avoiding it. We cannot get legal assistance in time. Here are two closets, do you go into one, and I'll shut myself up in the other. We shall hear what they are about, and can burst upon them at the proper moment. Sulky. Well, if it must be so; but it's a vile, paltry refuge. Milford. I hear them coming; make haste. [Exeunt Sulky and Milford into the closets. Enter SILKY, WIDOW, and GOLDFINCH. Sil. Ha, ha, ha! I told you, madam, I should hear from you when you wanted me; I knew it must come to that. But you are a lucky man, Mr. Goldfinch, and I'm a lucky man; ay, and you are a lucky woman too, madam. We are all in luck.

Gold. Ay, d-e, old one, you have been concerned in many a good thing in your time.

Sil. Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha! To be sure I have. I must provide for my family, Mr. Goldfinch.

Widow. It is indeed a fortunate event. Do you not participate my raptures, Mr. Goldfinch?

Gold. To be sure: it's a deep scheme; it's knowing a thing or two; eh, old one? Pigeoning the greenhorns.

Sil. All so safe, too, so snug. I am so pleased, and so happy; it's all our own; not a soul will know of it but our three selves.

Gold. Oh, yes; one more, old one.
Sil. (Alarmed.) Ay, who? who?
Gold. Your father; Belzebub.

Sil. Lord! Mr. Goldfinch, don't terrify me.
Widow. To be sure, it must be owned you are a
shocking old rogue, Mr. Silky. But there is no
doing without you. So make haste with your deeds
and your extortions; for really we should be very
glad to be rid of your company.

Sil. Well, well, I'm ready; I'll not long inter[the money?rupt you amorous haste. I am a man of business; I expected how it would be, and have a legal instrument here, ready drawn up by my own hand; which, when it is signed and sealed, will make all Widow. But where is the will? [safe.

Dornton. (After raising his clasped hands in rapture, as if to return thanks, suddenly suppresses his feelings.) But how had he wronged me? Why did you come here to fight him?

Harry. Sir-He-he spoke disrespectfully of you. (A pause) Dornton. (With his eyes fixed on his son, till unable any longer to contain him elf he covers them with one hand and stretches out the other.) Harry!

Harry. (Taking his father's hand but turning his back likewise to conceal his agitation.) My father! Dornton. Harry! Harry! (With struggling affection.) (A pause.) [ford.

Harry. Dear sir, let us fly to console poor Mil

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Gold. Zounds! odd enough. I believe he's coming for you before your time.

Gold. I smell sulphur.

Widow. Save me, Mr. Goldfinch.

Sil. The candles burn blue. (A pause.)

Gold. Psha! Zounds, it's only some cat in the Sil. I heard it in both the closets. [closet. Gold. Why then there are two cats. Come, I'll sign.-(Widow and Goldfinch sign the bond.) Sil. Where's the promise?

Gold. Here it is. (Laying it on the table.) Sil. And here is the will, which, that all may be safe, we will immediately commit to the flames. (Is going to burn it at the candle; four successive loud knocks are heard, one from each of the doors. Silky starts, drops one candle, and overturns the other.) Lord have mercy upon us!

Gold. My hair stands on end

Widow. (Violent knocking at both closets, and at the doors.) Save me, Mr. Goldfinch Protect me! Ah! (Shrieks. Sulky and Milford burst open the closets, and seize on the bond and promise, then open the chamber doors.)

Enter JENNY with lights, and SOPHIA, HARRY DORNTON, and MR. DORNTON.

Sophia. Dear, ma', what's the matter? Sulky. Where is the will? (Silky recovers himself, and snatches it up.) Give it me you old scoundrel! Give it me this instant, or I'll throttle you! (Wrests it from him.)

Dornton, I knew your father, sir: 'tis happy for ow your fath him that he is dead; if you will forsake these table) courses and apply to trade-(Gold. starts from the

Gold. Damn trade! Who's for the spring meeting? Cross 'em and wind 'em! Seven to five you don't name the winner! I'm for life and a curricle! A cut at the caster, and the long odds! Damn trade. The four aces, a back hand, and a lucky nick! I'm a deep one! That's your sort. [Exit.

Sulky. And now, madam

Widow. Keep off, monster! You smell of malice, cruelty, and persecution.

Sulky. No, madam: I smell of honesty. A drug you nauseate, but with which you must forcibly be dosed! I have glanced over the will, and find I have the power.

Widow. Let me go, goblin! You are a hideous person, and I hate the sight of you! Your breast is flint. Flint! Unfeeling Gorgon, and I abominate you. [Exit. Sophia. Nay, you are a kind, good cross old soul; and I am sure you will forgive my poor ma'. We ought all to forget and forgive. Ought not we, Mr. Dornton?

Harrg (With rapture, and looking to his father.) Do you hear her, sir?

Dornton Harry has told me of your innocent, pure, and unsuspecting heart. I love you for having called me an ugly monster.

Sophia. (To Harry) La! Mr. Dornton, how could you

Sulky Harry, give me your hand. You have a generous and a noble hature; but your generosity would have proved more pernicious than even your dissipation. No misfortunes, no not the beggary and ruin of a father, could justify so unprincipled a marriage.

Dornton. And now (to Mr. Sulky.) my friend!
Milford. My father!

Sulky. Who! if you wish to get another word from me to-night, have done. (Turning to Silky.)

Sil. Ah, Mr. Sulky! you will have your humour. Sulky. The undiscriminating generosity of this young man supported you in your day of distress; for which, serpent-like, you turned to sting your preserver.

Sil. Ah! you will have your humour.

Sulky. Yes; and it is my humour to see that your villany shall be exposed in its true colours. Hypocrisy, falsehood, and fraud, are your familiars. To screen your avarice, you made it believed that this gentleman had been the cause of lodging the detainers, and had done the dirty work of which even you were ashamed. But the creditors shall receive their full demand.

Dornton. The proposal is just. Listen to that worthy man; and if you can, be honest with a good grace. Every thing will then be readily adjusted, and I hope to the satisfaction of all parties. [Exeunt omnes.

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