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But tell me what you would have me do. What does the world say of me, and my forced confinement?

Scan. The world behaves itself as it used to do on such occasions. Some pity you, and condemn your father; others excuse hin, and blame you: only the ladies are mereiful, and wish you well; since love and pleasurable expense have been your greatest faults.

Re-enter JEREMY.
Val. How now?
Jer. Nothing new, sir. I hare dispatched some half
a dozen duns with as much dexterity as an hungry judge
does causes at dinner-time.

Val. What answer have you given them?
Scan. Patience, I suppose—the old receipt!

Jer. No, faith, sir: I have put them off so long with patience and forbearance, and other fair words, that I was forced to tell them in plain downright English

Val. What?
Jer. That they should be paid.
Val. When?
Jer. To-morrow,

Val. And how the devil do you mean to keep your word?

Jer. Keep it? Not at all : il has been so very much stretched, that I reckon it will break of course by tomorrow, and nobody be surprised at the matter! (A Knocking] Again!-Sir, if you don't like my negociation, will you be pleased to answer these yourself?

Dal. See who they are. [Exit Jeremy) By this, Scandal, you may see what it is to be great." Secretaries of state, presidents of the council, and generals of an army, lead just such a life as í do; have just such crowds of visitants in a morning, all soliciting of past promises; which are but a civiler sort of duns, that lay claim to voluntary debts.

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Val. Plague on her! could she find no other time to fling my sins in my face! Here! give her this, [Gives Money) and bid fier trouble me no more.

Bid Trapland come in. If I can give that Cerberus á sop, shall be at rest for one day.

[Exit Jeremy. Re-enter JEREMY, with TRAPLAND. 0, Mr. Trapland! my old friend! welcome.-Jeremy, a chair quickly: a bottle of sack and a toast--iy-a chair first.

Trap. A good morning to you, Mr. Valentine; and to you, Mr. Scandal.

Scan. The morning's a very good morning, if you don't spoil it.

Val. Come, sit you down; you know his way.

Trap. (Sits) There is a debt, Mr. Valentine, of tifteen hundred pounds, of pretty long standing

Val. I cannot talk about business with a thirsty palate.--Sirrah! the sack!

Trup. And I desire to know what course you bave taken for the payment?

Val. Faith and troth, I am heartily glad to see yonmy service to you! Fill, fill to honest Mr. Trapland fuller!

Trap. Hold! sweetheart this is not our business.My service to you, Mr. Scandal! [Drinks] I have forborne as long

Val. T'other glass, and then we'll talk. Fill, Jeremy.
Trap. No more, in truth. I have forborne, I say

Val. Sirrah! fill, when I bid you. And bow does your handsome daughter?--Come, a good husband to

[Drinks. Trap. Thank you.— I have been out of this moneyVal. Drink first. Scandal, why do you not drink?

[They drink. Trap. And, in short, I can be put off no longer.

Val. I was much obliged to you for your supply: it did me signal service in my necessity. But you delight

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in doing good. Scandal, drink to me my friend Trapland's health. An honester mau lives not, nor one more ready to serve his friend in distress, though I say it to his face. Come, fill each

man his glass. Scan. What?'I know Traplaud las been a rake, and loves a wench still. You never knew a rake that was not an honest fellow.

Trap. Fie, Mr. Scandal ; you never knew

Scan. What don't I know?-I know the buxom black widow in the Poultry--eight hundred pounds a year jointure, and twenty thousand pounds in inouey.Ahah! old Trap!

Val. Say you so, i'faith? Come, we'll remember the widow I know whereabouts you are come, to the widow,

Trap. No more indeed.

Val. What! the widow's health?-off with it. [They drink] A lovely girl, i'faith; black, sparkling eyes; soft, pouting, ruby lips! Better sealing there, than a bond for a million, ba!

Trap. Verily, give me another glass you're a wag and here's to the widow.

[Drinks. Scan. He begins to chuckle-ply him close, or he'll elapse into a dun.

[Apart to Val. Enter an Officer. Offi. By your leave, gentlemen.---Mr. Trapland, ifwe must do our office, tell us. We have half a dozen gentlemen to arrest in Pall-mall and Covent-garden; and if we don't make haste, the chairmen will be abroad, and block up the chocolate-houses; and then our labour's lost.

Re-enter JEREMY. Trap. Odso, that's true.- -Mr. Valentine, I love mirth; but business must be done. Are you ready to

Fer. Sir, your father's steward says he comes to make proposals concerning your debts.

Val. Mr. Trapland, send away your officer; you shall have an answer presently.

Trap. Mr. Snap, stay within call. [Exit Officer,

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Enter Steward, who whispers to VALENTINE. Scun. Here's a dog 'now, a traitor in his wine! Sirrah, refund the sack. Jeremy, fetch bin some warm water; or I'll rip up his stomach, and go the shorlest way to his conscience.

Trap. Mr. Scandal, you are uncivil. I did not value. your sack; bul you cannot expect it again, when I have drunk it.

Scun. And how do you expect to have your money again, when a gentleman bas spent it?

Val. You need say no more. I understand the conditions; they are very bard, but my necessity is very pressing: I agree to them. Take Mr. Trapland with you, and let him draw the writing. [To Steward] Mr. Trapland, you know this man; be shall satisfy you.

Trup. Sincerely, I anu loath to be thus pressing ; but my necessity-

Val. No apology, good Mr. Scrivener; you shall be paid.

Trap. I hope you forgive me; my business requires (Exeunt Trapland, Steward, and Jeremy.

Scun. He begs pardon like a hangman at an execution. Val. But I have got a repriere. Scan. I am surprised; what, does your father relent?.

Val. No; he was sent me the hardest conditions in the world. You have heard of a booby, brother of mine, that was sent to sea three years ago? This brother, my father hears, is landed; whereapon be very affectionately sends me word, “ if I will make a deed of conveyance of my right to his estate after his death to my younger brollier, he will immediately furnish me with four thousand pounds, to pay my debts, and make my fortune.” This was once proposed before, and I refused it; but the present impatience of my creditors for their money, and my own iinpatience of confinement, and absence from Angelica, force me lo consent.

Scan. A very desperate demonstration of your love to Angelica! and I ibink she has never gives you any assurance of hers.

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Val. You know her temper; she never gave me any great reason either for hope or despair.

Scan. Women of her airy teinper, as they seldom think before they act, so they rarely give us any light to guess at what they mean: but you have little reason to believe that a woman of this age, who has bad an indifference for you in your prosperity, will fall in love with your ill fortune. Besides, Angelica bas a great fortune of her own; and great fortunes either expect another great fortune or a fool.

Re-enter JEREMY.
Jer, More misfortunes, sir.
Val. Whal, another dun?

Jer. No, sir; but Mr. Tattle is come to wail upon you.

Val. Well, I cannot help it-you must bring him up; he knows I don't go abroad.

[Exit Jeremy. Scan. Plague on him, I'll

be gone. Val. No, pr’ythee stay: Tattle and you should never be asunder; you are light and shadow, and show one another. He is perfecily thy reverse both in hamour and understanding; and as you set up for defamation, he is a mender of reputations.

Scan. A vender of reputations! ay, just as he is a keeper of secrels, another virtue that he sets up for in the same manner. For the rogue will speak aloud in the posture of a whisper, and deny a woman's name, while he gives you the marks of ber person. He will forswear receiving a letter from her, and at the same time show you her hand in the superscription; and yet perbaps he has counterfeited her hand too, and sworn

to a truth. 'In short, he is a public professor of secrecy, • and makes proclamation that he holds private intelligence. He is here.

Enter TATTLE. Tat. Valentine, good norrow: Scandal, I am yours that is, when you speak well of me.

Scan. That is, when I am yours; for while I am my own, or any body's else, lhat will never happen.

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