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Tat. Nor.I--But poor Mrs. Frail and I are
Mrs. Fruil. Married.
Fore. Married! how?

Tat. Suddenly-_-Before we knew where we were -thát villain Jeremy, by the help of disguises, trick'd us into one another.

Fore. Why, you told me just now, you went hence in baste to be inarried!

Ang. But, I believe Mr. Tattle meant the favour lo me; I thank him.

Tat. I did, as I hope to be saved, madam; my intentions were good.But this is the most cruel thing, to marry one does not know how, por why, nor where. fore. The devil take me, if ever I was so much concerned at any thing in my life.

Ang. 'Tis very unhappy, if you don't care for one another.

Tat. The least in the world that is, for my part, speak for myself. 'Gad, I never had the least thouglit

body less in my life. Poor woman! 'Gad, I'm sorry have no reason to bale her neither; but I believe I shall dead her a damned sort of a life,

Mrs. Fore. He's better than no husband at all-though he's a coxcomb.

['To Mrs. Frail. Mrs. Frail. Nay, for my part, I always despised Mr; Tattle of all things; pothing but his being my husband could bave made me like hiin less.

Tat. Look you there, I thought as much !--Pox on't, I wish we could keep it secret;

'why, I don't believe any of this company would speak of ii.

Ben. If you suspect me, friend, I'll go out of the room.

Mrs. Frail. But, my dear, thal's impossible; the parson and that rogue Jeremy will publish it.

Tat. Ay, iny dear, so they will, as you say. Ang. O you'll agree very well in a little tiñe ; custom will make it easy for you.

Tat. Easy! I don't believe I shall sleep to-night.

Ben. Why, there's another match now, as thof a couple of privateers were looking for a prize, and should fall foul of one another. I'm sorry for the young man

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with áll ny heart. Look you, friend, if I may advise you, when she's going—for that you must expect, I have experience of her-wlien she's going, let her go. For no matrimony is tough enough to hold ber; and if she can't drag her anchor along with her, she'll break ber cable, I can tell you that.-Who's bere? the madman? Re-enter SCANDAL and JEREMY, with VALENTINE.

Val. No; here's the fool; and if occasion be, I'll give it under my hand.

Sir S. How now?
Val. Sir, I'm come to acknowledge my errors,

and ask your pardon.

Sir S. What, have you found your senses at last then?
In good time, sir.

Val. You were abused, sir; I never was distracted.
Fore. How? not mad! Mri Scandal?

Scan. No, really, sir; I'm liis wilness, it was all
Val. I thought I had reasons-

-bul it was a poor contrivance: the effect has shown it such.

Sir S. Contrivance! what to cheat me? to cheat your father! Sirrah, could you hope to prosper?

Vul. Indeed I thought, sir, when the father endeavoured to undo the son, it was a reasonable return of nature.

Sir S. Very good, sir.--Mr. Buckram, are you ready?-Conne, sir, will you sign and seal? Vål. If you please, sir ;

but first I would ask this lady one question.

Sir S. Sir, you must ask me leave first. That lady! No, sir; you shall ask that lady no questions, till you have asked her blessing, sir; that lady is lo be

Val. I have heard as much, sir; but I would have it from her own mouth.

Sir S. That's as much as to say, I lie, sir; and you don't believe what I say.

Pal. Pardon me, sir. But I reflect that I very lately counterfeited'maduess : I dou’t kuow but the frolic may go rouud.

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Sir S. Come, chuck, satisfy him, answer himn.

Le Come, Mr. Buckram, the pen and ink. Bućk. Here it is, sir, with the deed; all is ready. [Valentine goes to Angelica.

gis Ang. 'Tis true, you have a great while pretended love to me; nay, wbat if you were sincere? Still you must pardon me, if I think my own inclinations have a better right to dispose of iny person, than yours. Sir S. Are you answered now,

sir? Val. Yes, sir.

Sir S. Where's your plot, sir? and your contrivance now, sir? Will you sign, sir? Come, will you sign and seal?

Val. With all my heart, sir.
Scan. 'Sdeath, you are not mad indeed? to ruin yourself?

Val. I have been disappointed of my only hope ; and
he that loses hope may part with any thing. I never
valued fortune, but as it was subservient to my pleasure;
and my only pleasure was to please this lady: I have
made many vain attempts, and find at last that nothing
but my ruin can effect it; which, for that reason, I will
sign to. Give me the paper,
Ang. Generous Valentine!

[Aside. Buck. Here is the deed, sir.

Val. But where is the bond by which I am obliged to sign this?

Buck. Sir Sampson, you have it.
Ang; No, I have it; and I'll use it as I would

every thing that is an enemy to Valentine. [Tears the Paper.

Sir S. How now?
Val. Ha!

Ang. Had I the world to give you, it could not make me worthy of so generous and faithful a passion. Here's my hand; my heart was always yours, and struggled very hard to make this ulipost trial of your virtue.

[To Valentine. Val. Between pleasure and amazement, I am lost but on my knees I take the blessing.

Sir S. Dons, what is the meaning of this?

Ben. Mess, here's the wind changed again. Father, you and I may make a voyage together now.

Ang. Well, sir Sampson, since I have played you a

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how you may avoid such another, Learn to be a good.father, or you'll never

get a second wife. I always loved your son, and hated your unforgiving nature. I was resolved to try bim to the atınost; I have tried you too, and know you both. You have not more faults than he has virtues; and it is hardly more pleasure to me, that I can make him and myself happy, than that I can punish you.

Sir S. Oons, you're a crocodile !
Fore. Really, sir Sampson, this is a sudden eclipse.

Sir S. You're an illiterate old fool, and I'm another: the stars are liars; and if I had breath, I'd curse them and you, myself, and all the world.

Tat. If the gentleman is in disorder for want of a wife, I can spare bim mine.

Sir S. Confound you and your wife together. [Exit.

Tat. Ol, are you there, sir? I am indebted to you for my happiness.

[To Jeremy Jer. Sir, I ask you ten thousand pardons: it was an arrant inistake.—You see, sir, my master was never mad, nor any thing like it.—Then how can it be otherwise?

Val. Tattle, I thank you; you would have interposed between me and heaven; but Providence laid purgatory in your way. You have but justice.

Scan. Well, madam, you have done exemplary justice, in punishing an inhuman father, and rewarding a faithful lover: but there is a third good work, which I, in particular, must thank you for: 'I was an infidel to your sex, and you have converted me- for now I am convinced that all women are not, like fortune, blind in bestowing favours, either on those who do not merit, or who do not want them.

[To Angelica Ang. It is an unreasonable accusation, that you lay upon our sex. You tax us with injustice, only to cover your own want of merit. You would all have the reward of love; but few have the constancy to stay till it becomes your due. How few, like Valentine, would sacrifice their interest to their constancy? In admiring wg, you misplace the novelty.

The miracle to-day is, that we find
A lover true: not that a woman's kind. [Exeunt.

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Sure Providence at first design'd this place
To be the player's refuge in distress;
For still, in every storm, they all run hitber,
As to a shed that shields them from the weather.
But thinking of this change which last befel us,
It's like what I have heard our poets tell us:
For when behind our scenes their suits are pleading,
To help their love, sometimes they show their reading;
And, wanting ready cash to pay for hearts,
They top their learning on us, and their parts.
Once of philosophers they told us stories,
Whom, as I think, they called-Py-Pythagories,
I'm sure 'tis some such Latin name they give them,
And we, who know no better, must believe them.
Now to these men (say they) such souls were given,
That, after death, ne'er went to hell nor heaven,
But fiv'd, I know not how, in beasts; and then,
Wben many years were past, in men again.
Methinks, we players resemble such a soul,
That, does from bodies; we, from houses stroll.
Thus Aristotle's soul, of old that was,
May now be doom'd to animate ani ass;
Or in this very house, for aught we know,
Is doing painful penance in some beau:
And thus, our audience, which did once resort
To shining theatres, to see our sport,
Now fiud us toss'd into a tennis court.
These walls but t'other day were fill'd with noise
of roaring gamesters, and your damme boys ;
Then bounding balls and rackets they encompast;
And now they're fild with jests, and flights, and bombast!
I vow, I don't much like this transmigration,
Strolling from place to place by circulation;
Grant heaven, we don't return to our first station !
I know not what these think; but, for my part,
I can't reflect without an aching heart,
How we should end in, our original, a cart.
But we can't fear, since you're so good to save us,
That you have only set us up to leave us.
Thus, from the past we hope for future grace,
I beg it--
And some here know I have a begging face.
Then pray continue this your kind behaviour,
For a clear stage won't do without your favour.

C. Whittingham, Printer, Chiswick,

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