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come abroad: but I invented a dream, and sent him to Artemidoras for interpretation, and so stole out to see you. Well, and what will you give me now? Come, what will you give me, Mr. Tattle?
Tat. I? My soul, madam.
Mrs. Frail. Pooh, no, I thank yon; I have enough to do to take care of my own. Well, but I'll come and see you one of these inornings: I hear you have a great many pictures. Tat. I have a pretty good collection, at your
service --some originals.
Scan. Hang him, he bas nothing but the Seasovs and the Twelve Cæsars, paltry copies ; and the Five Seuses, as ill represented as they are in bimself; and he himself is the only original you will see there.
Mrs. Frail. Ay, but I hear he has a closet of beauties.
will believe bim.
Mrs. Fruil. Ay, let me see those, Mr. Tattle.
Tat. Oh, madam, those are sacred to love and contemplation. No man but the painter and myself was ever bless’d with the sight.
Mrs. Frail. Well, but a woman
Tat. Nor woman, till she consented to have her picture there too; for then she is obliged to keep the secret.
Scan. No, no, come to me, if you'd see pictares.
Scan. Yes, faith, I can show you your own picture, and most of your acquaintance, to the life, and as like as at Kneller's.
Mrs. Frail. O, lying creatare!-- Valentine, does not he lie? I can't believe a word he says.
Val. No, indeed, he speaks truth now: for, as Tattle has pictures of all that bave granted himn favours, he has the pictures of all that have refused bion, if satires, characters, and lampoons are pictures.
Scan. Yes, mine are most in black and white and yet there are some set out in their true colours, both men and women. I can show you pride, folly, affectation, wantonness, inconstancy, covetousness, dissimu
lation, malice, and ignoratice, all in one piece. Then I can show you lying, toppery, vanity, cowardice, brag: ging, and ugliness, in another piece: and yet one of these is a celebrated beauty, and t'other a professed beay. I have some hieroglyphics too. I have a lawyer, with a hundred hands, two heads, and but one face; a divine, with two faces, and one head; and I have a soldier, with his brains in his belly, and his heart where his head should be.
Tat. And no head?
Mrs. Frail. Pooh, this is all invention. Well, I'll come some morning, if it be but to disprove you,
Val. I'll come to him. Will you give me leave? I'll wait on you again presently,
Mrs. Frail. No, I'll be gone. Conie, who squires me to the Exchange? I must call on my sister Foresight there.
Scan. I will: I have a mind to your sister.
Mrs. Frail. That's somewhat the better reason, to my opinion.
Val. Tell Angelica, I am about making bard, couditions, to come abroad, and be at liberly to see her.
Scún. I'll give an account of you and your proceedings. If indiscretion be a sign of love, you are the most a lover of any body that I know. You fancy that parting with your estate will belp you to your mistress. - In my mind, he is a thoughtless adventurer,
Who hopes to purchase wealth by selling land,
SCENE I. A Room in FORESIGHT's House.
Enter FORESIGHT and Servant. Fore. Hey-day! What, are all the women of my family abroad? Is not my wife come home, nor my sister, nor my daughter?
Serv. No, sir.
Fore. Mercy on us! what can be the meaning of it?
Serv. Yes, sir.
Fore. I say you lie, sir. It is impossible that any thing should be as I would have it; for I was born, sir, when the crab was ascending; and all my affairs gó backward.
Serv. I can't lell indeed, sir.
Fore. No, I know you can't, sir. But I can tell, and foretell, sir.
Enter Nurse. Nurse, where's your young mistress?
Nurse. Wee'st heart! I know not; they're none of them come home yet. Poor child, I warrant she's fond of seeing the town!-Marry, pray heaven they bave given her any dipner! Good lack-a-day, ha, ha, ha! o strange! I'll vow and swear now, ha, ha, ha! marry, and did you ever see the like?
Fore. Why, how now? what's the matter?
Nurse. Pray heaven send your worship good luck! marry, and amen, with all my heart! for you have put on one stocking with the wrong side outward.
Fore. Ha, how? Faith and troth, I'm glad of it: and, so I bave; that may be good luck, in troth; in troth, it may, very good luck. Nay, I have had some omens; I got out of bed backwards tuo this inorning, without premeditation; pretty good that too. But then I slumbled coming down stairs, and met a weasel; bad omens those! Some bad, some good; our lives are checkered; mirth and sorrow, want and plenty, night and day, make up onr time.-Bat, in troth, I am pleased at my stocking very well pleased at my stocking!Oh, here's my niece !-Sirrah, go tell sir Sampson Legend I'll wait on him, if he's at leisure.-'Tis now three o'clock; a very good hour for business; Mercury governs this hour.
(Exit Servant, Enter ANGELICA. Ang. Is it not a good hour for pleasure too, uncle? Pray Jend me your coach; mine's gone to be inended.
Fore. What, would you be gadding too? Sure all females are mad to-day.-It is of evil portent, and bodes mischief to the master of a family. I remember an old prophecy, written by Messahalah, the Arabian, and thus translated by a reverend Buckinghamshire bard :
“ When housewives all the house forsake,
Fruitful, the head fruitful: that bodes horns ; the fruit of the head is borns !--Dear niece, stay at home-for by the head of the house is meant the husband; the prophecy needs no explanation.
Ång. Well, but I caunot prevent your having horns, uncle, by going abroad; nor secure you from them bý staying at home.
Fore. Yes, yes; while there's one woman left, the prophecy is not in full force.
Ang. But my inclinations are in foroe. I have a mind to go abroad; and if you won't lend me your coach, I'll take a hackney, or a chair; and leave you to erect a scheme, and find who's in conjunction with your wif Why don't you keep her at home, if you're jealous of her when sbe's abroad? You know my aunt is a little retrogade (as you call it) in her nature. Uncle, I'm afraid you are not lord of the ascendant! Ha, ha, ha!
Foré. Well, jill-flirt, you are very pert—and always ridiculing that celestial science.
Ang. Nay, uncle, don't be angry. If you are, I'll reap. up all your false prophecies, ridiculous dreams, and idle divinations. I'll swear you are a nuisance tó the neighbourhood. What a bustle did you keep against the last invisible eclipse, laying in provision as it were for a siege! What a world of fire and candle, matches and tinderboxes, did you purchase! One would have thought we were ever after to live under ground; or at least making a voyage to Greenland, to inbabit there all the dark season.
Fore. Why, you malapert slut!
Ang. Will you lend ine your coach? or I'll go on. Nay, uncle, I'll indict you for a wizard.
Fore. How, hussy! was there ever such a provoking minx?
Nurse. O merciful father, how she talks ! Ang. Yes, I can make oath of your unlawful midnight practices; you and the old nurse there.
Nurse. Marry, heaven defend ! at midnight practices! O Lord, what's here to do?-I in unlawful doings with my inaster's worship-Why, did you ever