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naapia fred so formal, and so like a thing of business, that I shall find no room for friendship or esteem.
Hard. Depend upon it, child, I'll never control your choice; but Mr. Marlow, whom I have pitched upon, is the son of my old friend, Sir Charles Marlow, of whom
you have heard me talk so often.. The young in w gentleman has been bred a scholar, and is designed for
an employment in the service of his country. I am
Miss Hard. Is he ?
handsome. Miss Hard. My dear papa, say no more (kissing his hand]; he's mine, I'll have him!
Hard. And to crown all, Kate, he's one of thó most bashful and reserved young fellows in all the world.
Miss Hard. Eh! you have frozen me to death again. That word reserved has undone all the rest of his accomplishments. A reserved lover, it is said, always makes a suspicious husband.
Hard. On the contrary, modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enriched with nobler virtues. It was the very feature in his character that first struck
Miss Hard. He must have more striking features to catch me, I promise you. However, if he be so young, so handsome, and so everything, as you men.'Y tion, I believe he'll do still. I think I'll have him,
Hard. Ay, Kate, but there is still an obstacle. It's more than an even wager, he may not have you. hmon Miss Hard. My dear papa, why will you mořtify one
/ so ? Well, if he refuses, instead of breaking my heart
Cat his indifference, I'll only break my glass for its flattery, set my cap to some newer fashion, and look out for
less difficult admirer.
arrean Long Miss Hard. This news of, papa's puts me all in a - flutter.
" puts ".
Enter Miss NEVILLE.
Miss Nev. Perfectly, my dear. Yet, now I look
accident has happened among the canary birds, or the gold fishes. Has your brother or the cat been meddling? Or, has the last novel been too moving ?
Miss Hard. No; nothing of aļl this. I have been threatened—I can scarce get it out-I have been threatened with a lover.'
Miss Nev. And his name
Miss Nevd As I live, the most intimate friend of Mr. Hastings, my admirer!" They are never aşunder. I believe yon'inust have seen him when we lived in town.
Miss Hard. Never.
Miss Nev. He's a very singular character, I you. Among women of reputation and virtue, he is the modestest man alive; but his acquaintance give him a very different character among creatures of another stamp: you understand me, eismid
Miss Hard. An odd character, indeed. I shall never be able to manage him. What shall I do? Pshaw, think no more of him, but •trust to occurrences for
But how goes on your own affair, my dear? Has my mother been courting you for my brother Tony, as usual?
Miss Nev. I have just come from one of our agreeable tête-à-têtes. She has been saying a hundred tender things, and setting off her pretty monster as the very pink of perfection.
Miss Hard. And her partiality is such,, that she actually thinks him so. À fortune like yours is no small temptation. Besides, as she has the sole management of it, I'm not surprised to see her unwilling to let it go out of the family.
Miss Nev. A fortune like mine, which chiefly consists in jewels, is no such mighty temptation. But at en any rate, if my dear las
Hastings be but constant, I make
lastele However, I no doubt to be too hard for her at let her suppose
I am in love with her son, and
- holds out stoutly. I
resiste Miss Nev. It is a good-natured creature at bottom, and I'm sure o would wish to see me married to anybody but himself. But my aunt's, bell rings for gur afternoon's walk round the improvements. Allons! Courage is necessary, as our affairs are critical.
Miss Hard. Would it were bed-time, and all were
lows, with punch and tobacco. Tony at the head
in his hand.
1 Fel. Now, gentlemen, silence for a song. The
Omnes. Ay, a song, a song!!
Tony. Then I'll sing you, gentlemen, a song I made upon this ale-house, the Three Pigeons.
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning ;
Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Their Lethes, their Styxes, and Stygians ;
Toroddle, toroddle, toroil.
A preaching that drinking is sinful,
They always preach best with a skin-full.
For a slice of their scurvy religion,
Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.
And let us be merry and clever ;
Here's the Three Jolly Pigeons for ever!
Your bustards, your ducks, and your widgeons,
Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.
2 Fel. I loves to hear him sing, bekeays he never gives us nothing that's low.
3 Fel. Oh, nothing that's low, I cannot bear it.
4 Fel. The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time. If so be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly.