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and these he thinks his money will purchase. Love. Would to Heaven, sir, you

would proYou know, too, your aunt's, Mrs Heidelberg's, no vide her one of my recommendation! tions of the splendour of high life; her contempt Ster. Yourself! eh, Lovewell? for every thing that does not relish of what she Love. With your pleasure, sir. calls quality, and that, from the vast fortune in Ster. Mighty well! her hands, by her late husband, she absolutely Love. And I fatter myself, that such a progoverns Mr Sterling and the whole family: now, posal would not be very disagreeable to Miss if they should come to the knowledge of this af- Fanny. fair too abruptly, they might, perhaps, be incen Ster. Better and better ! sed beyond al: hopes of reconciliation.

Love. And if I could but obtain your consent, Fan. But if they are made acquainted with it sir otherwise than by ourselves, it will be ten times Ster. What! you marry Fanny !-00-00worse : and a discovery grows every day more that will never do, Lovewell! You're a good probable. The whole family have long suspecto boy, to be sure—I have a great value for you, ed our affection. We are also in the power of but can't think of you for a son-in-law.—There's a foolish maid-servant; and if we may even de no stuff in the case; no money, Lovewell! pend on her fidelity, we cannot answer for her Love. My pretensions to fortune, indeed, are discretion.-Discover it therefore, immediately, but moderate; but, though not equal to splenlest some accident should bring it to light, and in- dour, sufficient to keep us above distress.-Add volve us in additional dis ace.

to which, that I hope, by diligence, to increase it Love. Well-well-I mean to discover it soon, --and have love, honourbut would not do it too precipitately. I have Ster. But not the stuff, Lovewell !- Add one more than once sounded Mr Sterling about it, and little round 0 to the sum total of your fortune, will attempt him more seriously the next oppor- and that will be the finest thing you can say to tunity. But my principal hopes are these : My me. You know I've a regard for you-would do relationship to lord Ogleby, and his having placed any thing to serve you—any thing on the fouting me with your father, have been, you know, the of friendship-butfirst links in the chain of this connection between Love. If you think me worthy of your friendthe two families; in consequence of which, I am ship, sir, be assured, that there is no instance in at present in high favour with all parties. While which I should rate your friendship so highly. they all remain thus well affected to me, I

pro Ster. Psha! psha! that's another thing, you pose to lay our case before the old lord ; and, if know, Where money or interest is concerned, Í can prevail on him to mediate in this affair, I friendship is quite out of the question. make no doubt but he will be able to appease Love. But where the happiness of a daughter your father ; and, being a lord, and a man of qua- is at stake, you would not scruple, sure, to saJity, I am sure he may bring Mrs Heidelberg into crifice a little to her inclinations good humour at any time. Let me beg you, there Ster. Inclinations ! why, you would not perfore, to have but a little patience, as, you see, suade me that the girl is in love with you-eh, we are upon the very eve of a discovery, that Lorewell? must probably be to our advantage.

Loroe. I cannot absolutely answer for Miss Fan. Manage it your own way. I am per- Fanny, sir; but am sure that the chief happiness suaded.

or misery of my life depends entirely upon her. Love. But, in the mean time, make yourself Ster. Why, indeed, now, if your kinsman, lord

Ogleby, would come down håndsomely for you Fun. As easy as I can, I will. We had bet

--but that's impossible-No, no~'twill never do ter not remain together any longer at present. -I must hear no more of this-Come, LoveThink of this business, and let me know how you well, promise me that I shall hear no more of proceed.

this. Love. Depend on my care ! But, pray, be Love. (Hesitating,] I am afraid, sir, I should cheerful.

not be able to keep my word with you, if I did Fan. I will.

promise you.

Ster. Why, you would not offer to marry her As she is going out, enter STERLING.

without my consent ! would you, Lovewell? Ster. Hey day! who have we got here?

Love. Marry her, sir !

[Confused. Fan. [Confused.] Mr Lovewell, sir !

Ster. Ay, marry her, sir !—I know very well Ster. And where are you going, hussy? that a warm speech or two froin such a dangeFan. To my sister's chamber, sir. [E.rit Fan. rous young spark as you are, would go much far

Ster. Ah, Lovewell! What! always getting ther towards' persuading a silly girl to do what my foolish girl, yonder, into a corner?-Well-she has more than a month's inind to do, than well—let us but once see her e!dest sister fast twenty grave lectures from fathers or mothers, married to sir John Melvil, we'll soon provide or uncles or aunts, to prevent her. But you a good husband for Fanny, 1 warrant you. would not, sure, be suchi a base fellow, such a

easy.

sent,

treacherous young rogue, as to seduce my daugh- chant is the most respectable character in the ter's affections, and destroy the peace of my fa- | universe.—'Slife, man, a rich English mermily in that manuer? I must insist on it, that chant inay make hinıself a match for the daughter you give me your word not to marry her without of a nabob. -Where are all my rascals? Here, my consent.

William !

[Exit Ster. calling Love, Sir-1-1-as to that-1-1-beg, sir, Love. So---as I suspected. - -Quite averse to -Pray, sir, excuse me on this subject at pre- the match, and likely to receive the news of it

with great displeasure.

-What's best to be Ster. Promise, then, that you will carry this done ?--Let me see !---Suppose I get sir John matter no farther without my approbation. Melvil to interest himself in this affair. He may

Love. You may depend on it, sir, that it shall mention it to lord Ogleby with a better grace than go no further.

I can, and more probably prevail on him to interSter. Well-well—that's enough-I'll take care fere in it. I can open my mind also more freely to of the rest, I warrant you. Come, come; let's sir John. He told me, when I left him in town, have done with this nonsense !-What's doing in that he had something of consequence to commutown? Any news upon 'Change?

nicate, and that I could be of use to him. I ar Love. Nothing material.

glad of it: for the confidence he reposes in me, Ster. Ilave you seen the currants, the soap, and the service I may do him, will ensure me his and Madeira safe in the warehouses? Have you good offices.--Poor Fanny! It hurts me to see compared the goods with the invoice and bills of her so uneasy, and her making a mystery of the lading, and are they all right?

cause adds to my anxiety.---Something inust be Love. They are, sir.

done upon her account; for, at all events, her Ster. And how are stocks?

solicitude shall be removed.

[Erit. Love. Fell one and a half this morning.

Ster. Well, well—some good news from Ame SCENE II.-Changes to another apartment. rica, and they'll be up again.---But how are

Enter Miss STERLING and Miss Fanvy. lord Ogleby and sir John Melvil? When are we to expect them?

Miss Ster. Oh, my dear sister, say no more! Love. Very soon, sir. I came on purpose to This is downright hypocrisy. You shall never bring you their commands. Here are letters from convince me that you don't envy me beyond meaboth of them.

[Giving letters. sure. Well, after all, it is extremely natural-Ster. Let me see-let me see—'Slife, how bis . It is iinpossible to be angry with you. lordship’s letter is perfumed !- It takes my breath Fan. Indeed, sister, you have no cause. away. [Opening it.] And French paper, too! with Miss Ster. And you really pretend not to envy a tine border of flowers and flourishes and a

me? slippery gloss on it that dazzles one's eyes. My Fan. Not in the least. . dear Mr Sterling.' [Reading.) Mercy on me! Miss Ster. And you don't in the least wish his lordship writes a worse hand than a boy at his that you was just in iny situation? exercise. - But how's this ?- Eh !-'with you to Fun. No, indeed, I don't. Why should i ? * night—[ Reading.)— Lawyers to morrow morn Miss Ster. Why should you! What! on the

ing'--To night! -that's sudden, indeed brink of inarriage, fortune, title ! But I had forWhere's my sister Heidelberg? she should know got-There's that dear sweet creature, Mr Loveof this immediately. Here, John! Harry! well, in the case.

You would not break your Thomas! (Calling the servants.] Hark ye, Love- faith with your true love now, for the world, I well!

warrant you. Lode. Sir!

Fan. Mr Lovewell !-- Always Mr Lovewell! Ster. Mind now, how I'll entertain his lord- Lord, what signifies Mr Lovewell, sister? ship and sir John-We'll shew your fellows at Miss Ster. Pretty peevish soul! Oh, my dear, the other end of the town how we live in the grave, romantic sister !-A perfect philosopher city—They shall eat gold—and drink gold—and in petticoats !--Love and a cottage !- Eh, Fanny? lie in gold, Here, cook! butler! (Calling.] What -Ah, give me indifference, and a coach and signifies your birth, and education, and titles! six !

-Money, money !--that's the stuff that makes Fan. And why not the coach and six, without the great man in this country.

the indifference? But, pray, when is this happy Love. Very true, sir.

marriage of yours to be celebrated ? I long to Ster. True, sir Why, then, have done give you joy. with your nonsense of love and matrimony. You're Miss Sier. In a day or two-I cannot tell cxnot rich enough to think of a wife yet. A man actly-Oh, my dear sister! I must mortify her a of business should mind nothing but his business. littic.-Tulside. ]--I know you have a pretty taste.

-Where are these fellows ?--John! Thomas! Pray, give me your opinion of my jewels. How (Calling.]-Get an estate, and a wife will fol- do you like the style of this esclavage ? Low of course.Ah, Lovewell! an English mer

(Shcuiug jewels.

my

me.

tress.

Fan. Extremely handsome, indeed; and well, you call in at lady Thunder's? In the immensity fancied.

of crowd, I swear I did not see you-scarce a Miss Ster. What d'ye think of these brace- soul at the opera last Saturday-shall I see you lets? I shall have a miniature of father set at Carlisle house next Thursday?-Oh, the dear round with diamonds, to one, and sir John's to beau monde ! I was born to move in the sphere the other. And this pair of ear-rings ! set trans- of the great world. parent! here, the tops, you see, will shake off to Fun. And so, in the midst of all this happiwear in a morning, or in an undress--hon d’ye ness, you have no compassion for me-no pity like them?

(Shews jewels. for us poor mortals in common life. Fan. Very much, I assure you— Bless me, sis Miss Ster. [Affectedly.}- You? You're above ter, you have a prodigious quantity of jewels !- pity. You would not change conditions with You'll be the very queen of diamonds !

You're over head and ears in love, you Miss Ster. Ha, ha, ha! Very well, my dear! know. Nay, for that matter, if Mr Lovewell I shall be as fine as a little queen, indeed. I and you come together, as I doubt not you will, have a bouquet to come home to-morrow-made you will live very comfortably, I dare say. He up of diamonds, and rubies, and emeralds, and will mind his business—you'll employ yourself in topazes, and amethysts-jewels of all colours, the delightful care of your family, and once in a green, red, blue, yellow, intermixt--the prettiest season, perhaps, you'll sit together in a front box thing you ever saw in your life! The jeweller at a benefit play, as we used to do at our dancingsays, I shall set out with as many diamonds as master's, you know—and, perhaps, I may meet any body in town, except lady Brilliant, and Pol- you in the summer, with some other citizens, at ly What-d'ye call it, lord Squander's kept mis- Tunbridge. For my part, I shall always enter

tain a proper regard for my relations. You shan't Fan. But what are your wedding-clothes, sis want my countenance, I assure you. ter?

Fan. Oh, you're too kind, sister! Miss Ster. Oh, white and silver, to be sure,

Enter Mrs HEIDELBERG. you know. I bought them at sir Joseph Lutestring's, and sat above an hour in the parlour be Mrs Heid. At entering.)—Here this evening! hind the shop, consulting lady Lutestring about I vow and protest we shall scarce have time to gold and silver stuffs, on purpose to mortify her. provide for them-- Oh, my dear ![To Miss

Fan. Fie, sister! How could you be so abo- Ster.}-I am glad to see you're not quite in a minably provoking?

dishabille. Lord Ogleby and sir John Melvil Miss Šter. Oh, I have no patience with the will be here to-night. pride of your city-knights' ladies. Did you ever Miss Ster. To-night, madam? observe the airs of lady Lutestring, drest in the Mrs Heid. Yes, my dear, to-night. Oh, put richest brocade out of her husband's shop, play on a smarter cap, and change those ordinary rufing crown whist at Haberdasher's Hali-Whilst fles Lord, I have such a deal to do, I shall the civil smirking sir Joseph, with a snug wig scarce have time to slip on my Italian lutestring. trimmed round his broad face, as close as a new Where is this dawdle of a house-keeper? cut yew-hedge, and his shoes so black that they shine again, stands all day in his shop, fastened

Enter Mrs Trusty. to his counter like a bad shilling!

Oh, here, Trusty! Do you know that people of Fan. Indeed, indeed, sister, this is too much-qualaty are expected here this evening? If you talk at this rate, you will be absolutely a Trus. Yes, inadam. by-word in the city-You must never venture Mrs Heid. Well-Do you be sure, now, that on the inside of Temple-bar again.

every thing is done in the most genteelest man Miss Sler. Never do I desire it-never, my ner--and to the honour of the famaly. dear Fanny, I promise you. Oh, how I long to Trus. Yes, madam. be transported to the dear regions of Grosvenor Mrs Heid. Well-but mind what I say to square-far-far from the dull districts of Al- you. dersgate, Cheap, Candlewick, and Farringdon Trus. Yes, madam. Without and within !-My heart goes pit-a-pat Airs Heid. His lordship is to lie in the chintz at the very idea of being introduced at court! bed-chamber---d've hear? and sir John in the Gilt chariot !-- Pyebald horses !-Laced live- blue dainask-room---his lordship’s valet-de-shamb ries and then the whispers buzzing round the in the opposite circle – Who is that young lady? Who is she.” Trus. But Mr Lovewell is come down-and — Lady Melvil, madam !--Lady Melvil! My you know that's his room, madam. ears tingle at the sound. And then at dinner, Mrs Heid. Well-well---Mr Lovewell may instead of my father perpetually asking-- Any make shift---or get a bed at the George. But

'Change?'_To'cry—Well, sir John, hark ye, Trusty! any thing new from Arthur'si-Or, to say tó Trus. Madam! some other woman of quality— Was ladva Mrs Heid. Get the great dining-room in or. ship at the duchess of Rubber's last night! Didl der, as soon as possable. Unpaper the curtains ;

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take the civers off the couch and the chairs; and smiles, and grins, and leers, and ogles, and fills put the china figures on the mantle piece imme- every wrinkle of his old wizen face with comical diately.

expressions of tenderness. I think he would Trus. Yes, madam.

make an admirable sweetheart. Mrs Heid. Be goue, then! Fly, this instant !

Enter STERLING.
Where's my brother Sterling?
Trus. Talking to the butler, madam.

Ster. (At entering.) No fish?—Why, the pond Mrs Heid. Very well. [Erit Trusty.-- was dragged but yesterday morning, There's carp Miss Fanny! I pertest I did not see you before and tench in the boat. -Pox on't! if that dog -Lord, child, what's the matter with you? Lovewell had any thought, he would have brought Fan With me! Nothing, madam.

down a turbot, or some of the land-carriage mackMrs Heid. Bless me! Why, your face is as rell. pale, and black, and yellow-of fitty colours, I Mrs Heid. Lord, brother, I am afraid his pertest. And then you bave drest yourself as lordship and sir John will not arrive while it is loose and as big.--I declare there is not such a light ! thing to be seen now, as a young woman with a Ster. I warrant you.

-But, pray, sister Heifine waist-You all make yourselves as round delberg, let the turtle be dressed to-morrow, and as Mrs Deputy Barter. Go, child ! You know some venison--and let the gardener cut some the qualaty will be here by and by. Go, and pine-apples—and get out some ice. I'll anmake yourself a little more fit to be seen.--[Erit swer for wine, I warrant you—I'll give them such Fanny.}--She is gone away in tears--absolutely a glass of champagne as they never drank in their crying, I vow and pertest. This ridicalous love lives—no, not at a duke's table. We must put a stop to it. It makes a perfect Mrs Heid. Pray now, brother, mind how you nataral of the girl.

behave. I am always in a fright about you with Miss Ster. Poor soul! She cannot help it. people of qualaty. Take care that you don't fall

[Affectedly. asleep directly after supper, as you commonly do. Mrs Heid. Well, my dear! Now I shall have Take a good deal of snuff

, and that will keep an opportoonity of convincing you of the absur- you awake—And don't burst out with your hordity of what you was telling me concerning sir rible loud horse laughs. It is monstrous wulgar. John's Melvil's behaviour to you.

Sler. Never fear, sister !--Who have we here? Miss Ster. Oh, it gives me no manner of un Mrs Heid. It is Mons. Cantoon, the Swish geneasiness. But, indeed, madam, I cannot be per- tleman, that lives with his lordship, I vow and suaded but that sir John is an extremely cold pertest. lover. Such distant civility, grave looks, and luke

Enter Canton. warm professions of esteen for me and the whole fa:nily! I have heard of flames and darts; but Ster. Ah, mounseer! your servant. I am very sir John's is a passion of mere ice and snow. glad to see you, mounseer.

Mrs Heid. Oh tie, my dear! I am perfectly Can. Mosh oblige to Mons. Sterling.–Ma'am, ashamed of you. That's so like the notions of I am yoursMatemoiselle, I am yours. your poor sister! What you complain of as cold

[Bowing round. ness and indiffarence, is nothing but the extreme Mrs Heid. Your humble servant, Mr Cantoon! gentilaty of his address, an exact pictur of the Can. I kiss your hands, matam ! manners of qualaty.

Ster. Well, mounseer !--and what news of Miss Ster. Oh, he is the very mirror of com your good family?-when are we to see bis lordplaisance! full of formal bows and set speeches ! ship and sır John? I declare, if there was any violent passion on my Cun. Mons. Sterling! Milor Ogleby and sir side, I should be quite jealous of him.

Jean Melville will be here in one quarter-hour. Mrs Heid. I say, jealus indeed -Jealus of Ster. I am glad to hear it.

Mrs Heid. O, I am perdigious glad to hear it. Miss Šter. My sister Fanny. She seems a much Being so late, I was afread of some accident.greater favourite than I am, and he pays her in- Will you please to bave any thing, Mr Cantoon, finitely more attention, I assure you.

after your journey? Mrs Heid. Lord ! d'ye think a man of fashion, Can. No, I tank you, ma'am. as he is, cannot distinguish between the genteel Mrs Heid. Shall I and shew you the apartand the vulgar part of the famaly?

-between ments, sir? you and your sister, for instance-or me and my Can. You do me great honeur, ma'am. brother? - Be advised by me, child! It is all Mrs Heid. Come, then-come, my dear! puliteness and good-breeding. Nobody knows the

[ To Miss STERLING.-Ereunt. qualaty better than I do.

Ster. Pox on't, its almost dark ! - It will be too Miss Ster. In my mind, the old lord, his uncle, late to go round the garden this gvening. Howhas ten times more gallantry about him than sir ever, I will carry them to take a peep at my fine dohn. He is full of attentions to the ladies, and canal at least, I'am deterınined. (Erit.

who, pray?

АСТ II.

with us

SCENE 1.- An anti-chamber to LORD OGLEBY's and charmingly perfumed—it smells for all the

bed-chamber. Table with chocolate, and small world like our young ladies' dressing-boxes. case for medicines.

Brush. You have an excellent taste, madam;

and I must beg of you to accept of a few cakes Enter Brusu, my lord's valet-de-chambre, and

for your own drinking, (Takes them out of a STERLING's chambermaid.

drawer in the table.] and, in return, I desire no

thing but to taste the perfume of your lips.Brush. You shall stay, my dear; I insist upon [Kisses her.] A small return of favours, madam, it.

will make, I hope, this country and retirement Cham. Nay, pray, sir, don't be so positive; I agreeable to us both. (He bows, she curtsies.}-, cannot stay, indeed.

Your young ladies are fine girls, faith: [Sips.] Brush. You shall drink one cup to our better though, upon my soul, I am quite of my old acquaintance.

lord's mind about them; and, were I inclined to Cham. I seldom drinks chocolate; and, if I matrimony, I should take the youngest. Sips. did, one has no satisfaction with such apprehen Cham. Miss Fanny's the most affablest, and the sions about one-If my lord should wake, or the most best natured creter! Swish gentleman should see one, or madam Hei Brush. And the eldest a little haughty or delberg should know of it, I should be frighted to sodeath; besides, I have had niy tea already this Cham, More haughtier and prouder than Saturn morning.--I am sure I hear my lord! (In a fright. himself -but this I say quite confidential to

Brush. No, no, madam; don't flutter yourself you; for one would not hurt a young lady's mar—the moment my lord wakes, he rings his bell; riage, you know.

Sips. .which I answer, sooner or later, as it suits my Brush. By no means; but you cannot hurt it convenience.

we don't consider tempers; we want Cham. But should he come upon us without money, Mrs Nancy. Give us plenty of that, ringing

we'll abate you a great deal in other particulars, Brush. I'll forgive him if he does—This key ha, ha, ha! [Telease ohiet bit of the case.] locks him up till

Cham. Bless me, here's somebody! [Bell rings.]

Oh, 'tis my lord! Well, your servant, Mr Brusi Cham. Law! sir, that's pothecary's stuff.

-I'll clean the cups in the next room. Brush. It is so—but without this he can no Brush. Do so --but never mind the bell more get out of bed-than he can read without I shan't go this balf hour. Will you spectacles—[Sips.] What with qualms, age, rheu- drink tea with me in the afternoon? matisms, and a few surfeits in his youth, he Cham. Not for the world, Mr Brush-I'll be must have a great deal of brushing, oiling, screw- here to set all things to rights—But I must ing, and winding up, to set him a-going for the not drink tea, indeed -and so your servant. day.

[Erit with tea-board.' Bell rings. Cham. [Sips.] That's prodigious, indeed Brush. It is impossible to stupify one's self in [Sips.] My lord seems quite in a decay. the country for a week, without some little flirting

Brush. Yes, he is quite a spectacle, (Sips.] — with the Abigails: this is much the handsomesi a mere corpse, till he is revived and refreshed wench in the house, except the old citizen's youngfrom our little magazine here—When the resto-est daughter, and I have not time enough to lay rative pills, and cordial waters warm his stomach, a plan for her. [Bell rings. And now I'll go to and get into his head, vanity frisks in his heart; my lord, for I have nothing else tu do. and then he sets up for the lover, the rake, and

[Going the fine gentleman. Cham. [Sips.] Poor gentleman! but should

Enter Canton, with newspapers in his hand. the Swish gentleman come upon us.

Can. Monsieur Brush ! Maistre Brush! my

[Frightened. lor stirra yet? Brush. Why, then, the English gentleman Brush. He has just ruug bis bell

-I am would be very angry. No foreigner must break going to him.

[Erit. in upon my privacy: (Sips.] But I can assure you Can. Depechez vous donc. (Puts on his specMonsieur Canton is otherwise employed-He is tacles.] I wish de deveil had all dese papiers obliged to skim the cream of half a score news. I forget as fast as I read de Advertise put papers for my lord's breakfast—ha, ha! Pray, out of my head de Garette, de Chronique, and madam, drink your cup peaceably—My lord's so dey all go l'un aprés l'autre-I must get chocolate is remarkably good; he won't touch a some nouvelle for my lor, or he'll be enragé condrop, but what comes from Italy.

tre moi. Voyons ! (Reads the paper.) Here is Cham. (Sipping.) 'Tis very fine, indeed ! [Sips.] nothing but Anti-sejanus & advertise

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