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besitate about an ordinary civility, which is prac know which, that lodges at Gaffer Hodge's ; for tised every day bf men and women of the first Sukey says she saw them together last night, in fashion ? 'Sir, let'me tell you, however nice you the dark walk, and Mrs. Constantia was all in may be, there is nae a client about the court that tears. wou'd nae jump at sic an opportunity to oblige bis Sir P. Zoons, I am afraid this is too guid news to patron.
Sid. Indeed, sir, I believe the doctrine of pimp- Betty. O! sir, 'tis certainiy true.—Besides, sir, ing for patrons, as well as that of prostituting elo-she bas just writ a letter to her gallant, and I lave quence and public trust for private lucre, may be sent Jobn Gardener to her, #bo is to carry it to learned in your party schools; for where faction bim to Hadley. Now, sir, if your worship would and public venality are taught as measures neces- seize it-see, see, sir-bere John comes, with the sary to good government and general prosperity, letter in his hand. there every vice is to be expected.
Sir P. Step you out, Betty, and leave the fellow Sir P. Oho! oho! vara Weel, vara weel; fine till me. slander upon ministers ! fine sedition against go- Betty. I will, sir.
[Exit. vernment! O, ye villain !-You-you-you are a black sheep, and I'll mark you. I am glad you
Enter Jouy, with a packet and a letter. show yourself. Yes, yes; you have taken off the
John. [Putting the packet into his pocket.] There, mask at last : you have been in my service for many years, and I never knew your principles on you into my pocket. There's nobody in the before.
library, so I'll e'en go through the short way.
Let me see—what is the name ?–Mel-Meltil-O, Sid. Sir, you never affronted them before ; if
no! Melville, at Gaffer Hodge's. you bad, you should have known them sooner.
Sir P. What letter is that, sir? Sir P. It is vara weel; I have done with you.
John. Letter, sir ! Ay, ay; now I can account for my son's conduct
Sir P. Give it me, sir. bis aversions till courts, till ministers, levees, pub
John. An't please you, sir, it is not mine. lic business, and his disobedience till my commands. Ah! you are a Judas—a perfidious fellow, you break your head.
Sir P. Deliver it this instant, sirrah, or I'li bare ruined the morals of my son, you villain !
John. There, there, your honour. But I have done with you. However, this I will
Sir P. Begone, rascal. This, I suppose, will prophesy at our parting, for your comfort, that let
us intill the whole business. guin you are so very squeamish about bringing a lad and a lass together, or about doing sic an harm- but the packet is safe in my pocket. I'll go and
John. (Aside.) You have got the letter, old Surly, less innocent job for your patron, you will never deliver that, however, for I will be true to poor rise in the church.
Mrs. Constantia in spite of you.
[Èrit, Sid. Though my conduct, sir, should not make me rise in her power, I am sure it will in her bless my eyes with the sight of you.” ,,Um-um
Sir P. [Reading the letter.] Um-um- and favour, in the favour of my own conscience, too, and in the esteem of all wortby men; and that, this letter is invaluable. Aba, madam ! yes, this
-" throw myself into your dear arms."— Zoons, slr, is a power and dignity beyond wbat patrons, will do this will do, I think. Let me see how it or any minister can bestow.
Sir ?. What a rigorous, saucy, stiff-necked is directed—“ To Mr. Melville.” Vary weel rascal it is! I see my folly now, I am undone
Enter BETTY. by mine ain policy. This Sidney is the last man that should bave been about my son. The fellow, o, Betty, you are an excellent wench—this letter indeed, bath given him principles that might have is worth a million. done vara weel among the ancient Romans, but
Betty. Is it as I suspected- to her gallant ? are damo'd unfit for the modern Britons. Well, Sir P. It is, it is. Bid Constantia pack out of guin I had a thousand sons, I never wou'd suffer the house this instant, and let them get a chaise one of these English university-bred fellows to be ready to carry her wherever she pleases. But about a son of mine again; for they bave sic an a first send my wife and son hither. pride of literature and character, and sic saucy Betty. I shall, sir. English notions of liberty continually fermenting Sir P. Do so; begone. [Erit Betty.] Aha, in their thoughts, that a man is never sure of them. Maister Charles. I believe I sha'l cure you of But what am I to do? Zoons ! he must nae marry your passion for a beggar now. I think be cannot this beggar; I cannot set down tamely under that. be so infatuated as to be a dupe. Let me see, Stay-haud a wee. By the blood, I bave it! Yes, how am I to act now? Why, like a true poliI have bit upon it.
tician, I must pretend most sincerity wbere I in
tend most deceit. Enter BETTY HInt.
Enter Egerton and Lady MacSYCOPHANT. Betty. O, sir! I have got the wbole secret out.
Weel, Charles, notwithstanding the misery you Sur P. About what ?
have brought upon me, I have sent for you and Betty. About Miss Constantia. I have just got your mother, in order to convince you both of my all the particulars from farmer Hilford's youngest affection and my readiness to forgive, nay, and daughter, Sukey Hilford.
even to indulge your perverse passion. Sir, since Sir P. Weel, weel, but what is the story ?- I find this Constantia has got hold of your heart, quick-quick-what is it?
and that your mother and you think that you can Betty. Why, sir, it is certain that Miss Con- never be happy without lier, why, I'll nae longer stantia has a sweetheart, or a busband; a sort of a oppose your inclinations. gentlemaa, or a gentleman's gentleman, they don't Eger. Dear sir, you snatch me from the sharp
est misery ; on my knees, let my heart thank you for your disobedience and your frenzy? O, Charles, for this goodness.
Charles ! Lady M. Let me express my thanks too, and my Eger. Pray, sir, be patient; compose yourself a joy; for had you not consented to his marrying moment: I will make you any compensation in my her, we all should have been miserable.
power. Sir P. Weel, I am glad I bave found a way to Sir P. Then instantly sign the articles of mar. please you both at last. But, my dear Charles, riage. suppose, now, that this spotless vestal-this wonder Eger. The lady, sir, has never yet been con. of virtue—this idol of your heart, should be a consulted ; and I have some reason to believe that ber cealed wanton after aw? or should have an en- heart is engaged to another man. gagement of marriage, or an intrigue with another Sir P. Sir, that's nae business of yours. I man, and is only making a dupe of you aw this know she will consent, and that's as we are to time-I say, only suppose it, Charles--what would consider. O, bere comes my lord. you think of her? Eger. I should think her the most deceitful, and
Enter Lord LUBERCOURT. most subtle of her sex: and, if possible, would never think of her again.
Lord L. Sir Pertinax, everything is ready, and Sir P. Will you give me your honour of that? the lawyers wait for us. Eger. Most solemnly, sir.
Sir P. Wo attend your lordship. Where is Sir P. Enough; I am satisfied. You make me Lady Rodolpha ? young again. Your prudence has brougbt tears of Lord L. Giving some female consolation to poor joy fra my very vitals. I was afraid you were Constantia. Why, my lady-ha, ha, ha!- I bear fascinated with the charms of a crack. Do you your vestal has been flirtiny. ken this hand ?
Sir P. Yes, yes, my lord; she's in vary guid Eger. Miglty well, sir.
order for any man that wants a wife and an heir Sir P. And you, madam?
till bis estate intill the bargain. Lady M. As well as I do my own, sir: it is Constantia's.
Enter Tomlins. Sir P. It is so; and a better evidence it is than any that can be given by the human tongue. Here Tom. Sir, there is a man below that wants to is a warm, rapturous, lascivious letter, under the speak to your honour upon particular business. hypocritical syren's ain hand-her ain hand, sir.
Sir P. I cannot speak till anybody now-ho Ay, ay; here—take and read it yourself.
must come another time :--baud-stny-what, is Eger. [Reuds.) “1 have only time to tell you, be a gentleman ? that the family bave come down sooner than I ex- Tom. He looks something like one, sir-a sort pected, and that I cannot bless my eyes with the of a gentleman-but he seems to be in a kind of sight of you till the evening. The notes and a passion ; for when I asked his name, he anjewels, which the bearer of this will deliver to swered hastily-It is no matter, friend; go tell you, were presented to me since I saw you, by the your master there is a gentleman here that must son of my benefactor.”
speak to him directly. Sir P. [Interrupting.] Now mark.
Sir P. Must ? ha kvary peremptory indeed :Eger. [Reads.] : All which I beg you will con- pr’ythee, let us see him, for curiosity's sake. vert to your immediate use.''
[Erit. Sir P. Mark, I say. Eger. [Reads.] "For my heart has no room for
Enter Lady Rodourna. any wish or fortune, but what contributes to your relief and happiness.”— Sir P. Oh, Charles, Charles ! do you see, sir,
Lady R. O! my Lady Macsycophant, I am what a dupe she makes of you? But mark what come an humble advocate for a weeping piece of follows.
female frailty, wha begs she may be permitted to Eger. [Reads.] "0, how I long to throw my. probate her.
speak till your ladyship, before you finally reself into your dear, dear arms; to sooth your fears, your apprehensions, and your sorrows. I
Sir P. I beg your pardon, Lady Rodolpha, but have something to tell you of the utmost moment,
it must not be; see her she shall not. but will reserve it till we meet this evening in the in bearing what she has to say for herself.
Lady Dl. Nay, there can be no harm, my dear, dark walk."
Sir P. I tell you it shall not be. Sir P. In the dark walk-in the dark walk-ab, an evil-eyed curse upon her! Yes, yes, she
Lady M. Well, my dear, I have done. has been often in the dark walk, I believe. But
Enter Tomlins and MELVILLE. Eger. [Reads.] “ In the mean time, banish all fears, and hope the best from fortune, and your Tom. Sir, that is my master.
[Ent. ever dutiful
Sir P. Weel, sir, what is your urgent business « CONSTANTIA HARRINGTON.” with me? Sir P. There—there's a warm epistle for you:- Del. To shun disgrace, and punislı baseness. in short, the bussy, you must know, is married Sir P. Punish baseness! what does the fellow till the fellow.
mean? Wba are vou, sir? Eger. Not unlikely, sir.
Mel. A man, sir, and one whose fortune once Lady M. Indeed, by ber letter I believe she is. bore as proud a sway as any within this cougay's
Sir P. Now, madam, wbat amends can you muke limits. me for countenancing your son's passion for sic a Lord L. You seem to be a soldier, sir. strumpet? And you, sir, what have you to say Mel. I was, sir; and bave the soldier s certiica.e
to prove my service-rags and scars. In my heart Mel. It is very true, sir; but it is an observation for ten long years, in India's parcbing clime, I among soldiers, that there are some men who never bore my country's cause, and in noblest dangers meet with anything in the service but blows and sustained it with my sword; at length, ungrateful ill-fortune. I was one of those, even to a proverb. peace has laid me down where welcome war first Sir P. Ah! 'tis pity, sir, a great pity, now, that took me up-in poverty, and the dread of cruel you did nae get a mogul, or some sic an animal, creditors. "Paternal affection brought me to my intill your clutches. Ab! I should like to have native land, in quest of an only child : I found her, the strangling of a nabob, the rummaging of his as I thought, amiable as parental fondness could gold dust, his jewel-closet, and ax his magazines desire ; but foul seduction has snatched ber from of bars and ingots. Ha, ha, ha! guid traith, naw, me, and hither am I come, fraught with a father's sic an a fellow would be a bonny cheeld to bring anger, and a soldier's bonour, to seek the seducer, till this town, and to exhibit him riding on an and glut revenge.
elephant; upon honour, a man might raise a poll. Lady M. Pray, sir, who is your daughter? tax by him, that would gang near to pay the debts Mel. I blush to own her-bat-Constantia. of the nation.
[Retires back, Eger. Is Constantia your daughter, sir?
Mel. She is; and was the only comfort that Enter EGERTON, CONSTANTIA, Lady Macsyco-, nature, fortune, or my own extravagance had left
PHANT, and SIDNEY, me.
Sir P. Guid traith, then, I fancy you will find Eger. Sir, I promised to satisfy your fears conbut very little comfort fra her; for she is nae better cerning your daughter's virtue; and my best proof than she should be. She has had nae damage in is, that I have made her the partner of my heart, this mansion. I am told she is with bairn; but and the tender guardian of my earthly happiness you may gang till Hadley, till one farmer Hodge's, for life. and there you may learn the whole story, and wha Sir P. [Rushes forward.] How! married ! the father of the bairn is, fra a cheeld they call Eger. I know, sir, at present, we shall meet Melville.
your anger; but time, reflection, and our dutiful Mel. Melville !
conduct, we hope, will reconcile you to our bapSir P. Yes, sir, Melville.
piness. Mel. O, would to Heaven she had no crime to Sir P. Never, never; and, could I make you, answer but her commerce with Melville! No, sir, her, and aw your issue beggars, I would move hell, he is not the man; it is your son, your Egerton, hearen, and earth, to do it. that has seduced her; and here, sir, are the evi. Lord L. Why, Sir Pertinax, this is a total redence of his seduction.
volution, and will entirely ruin my affairs. Eger. Of my seduction.
Sir P. My lord, with the consent of your lord Mel. Of yours, sir, if your name be Egerton. ship and Lady Rodolpha, I have an expedient to
Eger. I am that man, sir; but pray what is your offer, that will not only punish that rebellious evidence?
villain, but answer every end that your lordship Mel. These bills, and these gorgeous jewels, and the lady proposed by the intended match with not to be had in her menial state, but at the price him. of chastity! Not an hour since she sent them, Lord L. I doubt it much, Sir Pertinar-I doubt imprudently sent them, by a servant of this house: it mucb. Bpt, what is it sir ? What is your ex. contagious infamy started from their touch. peutett:
Eger. Sir, do you but clear her conduct with Sir P. My lord, I have another son, Sandy-Eb, Melville, and I will instantly satisfy your fears he's a guid lad—and, provided the lady and your concerning the jewels and her virtue.
lordship have nae objection till bim, every article Mel. Sir, you give me new life; you are my of that rebel's intended marriage shall be amply better angel, I believe in your words-your looks. fulfilled upon Lady Rodolpha's union with my Know, then, I am that Melville.
younger son. Sir P. How, sir, you that Melville that was at Lord L. Why, that is an expedient, indeed, Sir farmer Hodge's ?
Pertinax. But what say you, Rodolpha ? Mel. The same, sir; it was he brought my Con. Lady R. Nay, nay, my lord, as I ha nae reason stantia to my arms; lodged and secreted me-once to have the least affection till my cousin Egerton, my lowly tenant, now my only friend. The fear and as my intended marriage with him was entirely of inexorable creditors made me change my name an act of obedience till my grandmother, provided from Harrington to Melville, till I could see and my cousin Sandy will be as agreeable till her lady, consult some who once called themselves my ship as my cousin Charles bere would have been, I friends.
have nae the least objection till the change. Ay, Eger. Sir, suspend your fears and anger but for ay; one brother is as good to Rodolpha as ana few minutes ; I will keep my word with you re-other. ligiously, and bring your Constantia to your arms, Sir P. I'll answer, madam, for your grandmother. as virtuous and as happy as you could wish her. Now, my lord, what say you?
[Erit with Lady Macsycophant. Lord L. Nay, Sir Pertinax, so the agreement Sir P. The clearing up of this wench's virtue is stands, all is right again. Come, child, let us bedamned unlucky; I am afraid it will ruin aw our gone. Ay, ay; so my affairs are made easy, it is affairs again; Lowerer, I have one stroke still in equal to me whom she marries. I say, Sir Pertimy head that will secure the bargain with my lord, nax, let them be but easy, and rat me if I care if let matters gang as they will.-- Aside.]—But I she incorporates with the cham of Tartary. [Erit. Wonder, maister Melville, that you did nae pick Sir P. As to you, my Lady Macsycophant, I up some little matter of siller in the Indies. Al ! suppose you concluded, before you gave your there have been bonny fortunes snapt up there, of consent till this match, that there would be an end late years, by some of the military blades. of aw intercourse betwixt you and me. You shall
Lave a jointure ; but not a buwbee besides, living Mel. These precarious turns of fortune, sir, will or dead, shall you, or any of your issue, ever see press upon the heart; for, notwithstanding my of mine : and so, madam, live with your Constan-Constantia's happiness, and mine in ber's, I own I tia, with your son, and with that damned black canno: help feeling some regret, that my misforsheep there.
[Exit. tunes should be the cause of any disagreement beLady R. Weel, cousin Egerton, in spite of the tween a father and the man to whom I am under ambitious frenzy of your father, and the thought- the most endearing obligations. less dissipation of mine, Don Cupid has at last Eger. You have no share in his disagreentent, carried his point in favour of his devotees. But 1 if affluence can procure content and ease, they are must now take my leave ; and so, guid folks, 1 within our reach. My fortune is ample, and sha!! will leave you with the fag end of an auld north-, be dedicated to the happiness of this domania country wish : "May mutual love and guid humour circle. be the guest of your hearts, the theme of your tongues, and the blithsome subjects of aw your c My gchenne, though rock'd by Imave, coquette. tricksey dreams through the rugged road of this and fool, deceitful world; and may our fathers be an example To thinking minds will prove this golden ruc: till ourselves, to treat our bairns better than they In all pursuits, but chiefly in a wife, hare treated us."
[Esil. Not wealth, but morals make the happy life Eger. You seem melancholy, sir.
Enter Lord RANDOLPH.
Lord R. Again these weeds of woe! Say, desi
To feed a passion which consumes thy life?
The living claim some duty; vainly thou
Bestow'st thy cares upon the silent dead.
Lady R. Silent, alas! is be, for whom I mourn :
Childless, without memorial of his name,
He only now in my remembrance lives.
Lord R. Time, that wears out the trace of deep. Lady RANDOLPH.
Has pass'd o'er thee in vain.
Sure thou art not the daughter of Sir Malcolm-
Lady R. Oh! rake not up the ashes of my fathers :
| Implacable resentment was their crime, ACT J.
And grievous has the expiation been.
Lord R. Thy grief wrests to its purposes my SCENE 1.-The Court of a Castie, sumounded
words. with Woods.
I never ask'd of thee that ardent love.
Which in the breasts of fancy's children burns. Enter Lady RANDOLPH.
Decent affection, and complacent kindness,
Were all I wisb'd for-but I wish d in vain. Lady R. Ye woods and wilds, whose melan- Hence with the less regret my eyes behold choly gloom
The storm of war that gathers o'er this land :
Lord R. Straight to the camp,
Of expectation, and impatient asks
Each who arrives, if he is come to tell, And with the passion of immortals hear'st
The Danes are landed. My lamentations ; hear'st thy wretched wife Lady R. Ob, may adverse winds Weep for her husband slain, her infant lost. Far from the coast of Scotland drire their fleet! My brother's timeless death I seem to mourn, And every soldier of bo:h bosts return Who perish'd with thee on this fatal day. In peace and safety to bis pleasant home! Oh, disregard me not ; though I am cali’d
Lord R. Thou speak'st a woman's, bear a war. Another's now, my beart is wholly thine;
rior's wish : Incapable of change, affection lies
Right from their native land, the stormy rorth, Buried, my Douglas, in thy bloody grave. May the wind blow, till every keel is fíx'd But Randolph comes, whom fate has made my lord, Immoveable in Caledonia's strand ! To cbide my anguisi, and defraud the dead. Then shall our foes repent their bold invasion,