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Mar. Devil take the cashier! I shall certainly Re-enter Sir FRANCIS GRIPE and MIRANDA. have Charles gone before I come back.

Sir G. So from the eastern chambers breaks the sun,

(Erit, running. Dispels the clouds, and gilds the vales below. Charles. Well, sir, I take my leave; but remem

[Salutes her. ber you expose an only son to all the miseries of Sir F. Hold, sir! kissing was not in our agreewretched poverty, which too often lays the plan for ment. scenes of mischief.

Sir G. Oh! that's by way of prologue. Pr’ythee, Sir F. Stay, Charles! I have a sudden thought old Mammon, to thy post. come into my head which may prove to thy advantage. Sir F. ( Takes out his watch.] Well, young Timon, Charles. Ha! does he relent?

'tis now four exactly; ten minutes, remember, is Sir F. My Lady Wrinkle, worth forty thousand your utmost limit; not a minute more. (Retires. pounds, sets up for a handsome young husband; she Sir G. Madam, whether you'll excuse or blame praised thee the other day; though the match my love, the author of this rash proceeding depends makers can get twenty guineas for a sight of her, I upon your pleasure, as also the life of your admirer; can introduce thee for nothing.

your sparkling eyes speak a heart susceptible of Charles. My Lady Wrinkle, sir! why she has but love, your vivacity a soul too delicate to admit the one eye.

embraces of decayed mortality. Shake off this tyrant Sir F. Then she'll see but half your extravagance, guardian's yoke; assume yourself, and dash his bold, sir.

aspiring hopes. The deity of his desires is avarice, Charles. Condemn me to such a piece of deformity! a heretic in love, and ought to be banished by the a toothless, dirty, wry-necked, hunch-backed bag! queen of beauty. ( K'neels. See, madam, a faithful

Sir F. Hunch-backed! so much the better! then servant kneels, and begs to be admitted in the numshe has a rest for her misfortunes, for thou wilt load ber of your slaves. her swingingly. Now, I warrant, you think this is (MIRANDA gives him her hand to raise him. no offer of a father; forty thousand pounds is no- Sir F. (Comes forward.] Hold, hold, hold ! no thing with you.

palming; that's contrary to articles. Charles. 'Yes, sir, I think it too much; a young Sir G. 'Sdeath, sir ! keep your distance, or I'll beautiful woman with half the money would be more write another article in your guts. agreeable. I thank you, sir; but you choose better

(Lays his hand to his sword. for yourself, I find.

Sir F. [Going back.) A bloody-minded fellow! Sir F. Out of my doors, you dog! you pretend to Sir G. Not answer me! perhaps she thinks my meddle with my marriage, sirrah!

address too grave: I'll be.more free. (Aside.] Can Charles. Sir, I obey you, but

you be so unconscionable, madam, to let me say all Sir F. But me no buts-begone, sir! dare to ask these fine things to you without one single complime for money again!-refuse forty thousand pounds! ment in return ? Out of my doors, I say, without reply.

Sir F. (Running up with his watch in his hand.

(Exit Charles. There's five of the ten minutes gone, Sir George. Enter Marplot, running.

Adad! I don't like those close conferences. Mar. Ha! gone! is Charles gone, gardy?

Sir G. More interruptions! You will have it, sir. Sir F. Yes, and I desire your wise worship to walk

(Lays his hand to his sword. after him.

Sir F. (Going back.j No, no; you sha'n't have

her, neither. Mar. Nay, egad I shall run, I tell yon that. A

[ Aside. plague of the casbier for detaining me so long! joined her silence. I'll try another way. .4 side.

Sir G. Dumb still! Sure, this old dog has enWhere the devil shall I find him now? I shall certainly lose this secret, and I had rather by half lose Madam, these few minutes cost me an hundred my money. Where shall I find him now? D'ye pounds, and, would you answer me, I could purchase

the whole day so. However, madam, you must give know where Charles is gone, gardy? Sir F. Gone to the devil

, and you may go after him. me leave to make the best interpretation I can for Mar. Ay, that I will as fast as I can. (Going, re

my money, and take the indication of your silence

for the secret liking of my person ; therefore, maturns.) Have you any commands there, gardy?


dam, I will instruct you how to keep your word in

violate to Sir Francis, and yet answer me to every Sir P. What, is the fellow distracted ?

question: as for example, when I ask anything to Enter Servant.

which you would reply in the affirmative, gently no Serv. Sir George Airy inquires for you, sir. your head, thus ( nodsl; and when in the negative

Sir F. Desire Sir George to walk up. Erit Se-- thus (shakes his head); and in the doubtful, a tender vant.] Now for a trial of skill, that will make me sigh, thus (sighs.) happy and him a fool. Ha, ha, ha! In my mind he

Mir. How every action charms me! But I'll fit looks like an ass already.

him for signs, I warrant him.

(Aside. Sir G. Was it by his desire that you are dumb, Enter Sir George AIRY.

madam, to all I can say ? [Mir. nods.1 Very well; Well, Sir George, do you hold in the same mind, or she's tractable, I find. [Aside.) And is it possible would you capitulate ? ha, ha, ha! Look, here are that you can love him ? (Min. nods.) Miraculous ! the guineas. (Chinks them.) Ha, ha, ha!

Pardon the bluntness of my questions, for my time Sir G. Not if they were twice the sum, Sir is short. May I not hope to supplant him in your Francis; therefore be brief, call in the lady, and esteem? (Mir. sighs.) Good ! she answers me as I take your post.

could wish. [ Aside.) You'll not consent to marry him Sir F. Agreed. Miranda !

[Erit. then ? (Mir. sighs) How ! doubtful in that? Undone Sır G. If she's a woman, and not seduced by again ! Humph! but that may proceed from his witchcraft, to this old rogue, I'll make his heart power to keep her out of her estate till twenty-five: ache ; for if she has but one grain of inclination I'll try that. (Aside.) Come, madam, I cannot think about her, I'll vary a thousand shapes but find it. you besitate in this affair out of any motive but your fortnne : let him keep it ull those few years are es- bare her share of mirth. Verily, we shall laugh at pired ; make me happy with your person, let him thee most egregiously; ba, ha, ha! enjoy your wealth. (Mir. holds up her hands.] Why, Sir G. With all my heart, faith! I shall laugh whai sigo is that now? Nay, nay, madam, except in my tuns too; for if you dare marry her, old Belyou observe my lesson I can't understand your zebub, you will be cuckolded most egregiously : meaning,

remember that, and tremble.

(Ezekni. Sir F. What a vengeance! are they talking by signs ? 'Ad! I may be fooled here. Aside. What

SCENE II.—Sir Jealous Traffick's House. du you mean, Sir George ?

Sir G. To cut your throat, if you dare mutter Enter S18 JEALOUS TRAFFICK, ISABIND4, and another syllable.

Patch. Sir F. 'Od! I wish he were fairly out of my house.

(Aside. Sir J. What! in the balcony again—notwithSir G. Pray, madam, will you answer me to the standing my positive commands to the contrary purpose ? Į Miranda shakes her head, and points to Why don't you write a bill on your forehead to Sir Francis.) What does she mean? She won't shes passengers there's something to be let? answer me t the purpose ; or is sbe afraid yon old Isa. What harm can there be in a little fresh cuff should understand ber signs ? ay, it must be air, sir? that. (Aside.) I perceive, nadam, you are too Sir J. Is your constitution so hot, mistress, that apprehensive of the promise you have made, to fol. it wants cooling, ha ? Apply the virtuous Spanish low my rules, therefore, I'll suppose your mind, and rules ; banish your taste and thoughts of desh, feed answer for you. First for myself, madam; " That upon roots, and quench your thirst with water. I am in love with you is an infallible truth.” Now Isa. That, and a close room, would certainly make for yon. [Turns on her side.). Indeed, sir! and me die of the vapours. may I believe it?” “As certainly, madam, as that Sir J. No, mistress, 'tis your high-led, busty, 'tis daylight, or that I die if you persist in silence. rambling, rampant ladies that are troubled with the Bless me with the music of your voice, and raise vapours : 'tis your ratafia, persico, cinnamon, citron, my spirits to their proper heaven. (Kneels.] Thus and spirit of clara, cause such swimming in the low let me entreat! ere I am obliged to quit this brain, that carries many a guinea full tide to the place, grant me some token of a favourable recep- doctor: but you are not to be bred this way: Do gal. tion, to keep my hopes alive.” (Arises hastily, and loping abroad, no receiving visits at home for in turns on her side.) “Rise, sir, and since my guardian's our loose country, the women are as dangerous as presence will not allow me privilege of tongue, read the men. that, and rest assured you are not indifferent to me.” Patch. So I told her, sir ; and that it was not de(Offers her a letter, she strikes it down.) Ha! right cent to be seen in a balcony; but she threatened to woman! but no matter; I'll go on. (Aside. slap my chops, and told me I was her servant, Dot

Sir F. Ha! wbat's that? a letter! Ha, ha, ha! her governess. thou art balked.

Sir J. Did she so ? but I'll make her to know that Sir G. Ha! a letter! Oh! let me kiss it with you are her duenna. Oh! that incomparable custhe same raptures that I would do the dear hand tom of Spain! Why, here is no depending upon old that touched it. (Opens it. Now for a quick fancy, women in my country, for they are as wanton at and a long extempore.

| Aside. eighty as a girl of eighteen; and a man may as Sir F. (Coming up kastily.) The time is expired, sately trust to Asgil's translation, as to his greatsir, and you must take your leave. There, my girl; grandmother's not marrying again. there's the bundred pounds which thou hast won. Isa. Or to the Spanish ladies' veils and deennas Go; I'll be with you presently. Ha, ha, ha, ha! for the safeguard of their honour.

(Edit Miranda Sir J. Dare to ridicule the cautious conduct of Sir G. Adsheart, madam! you won't leave me that wise nation, and I'li have you locked up this just in the nick, will you ?

fortnight, without a peep-bole. Sir F. Ha, ha, ha! she has nicked you, Sir Isa. If we had but the ghostly helps in England George, I think! ha, ha, ha! Have you any more which they have in Spain, I might deceive you if hundred pounds to throw away upon courtship? you did. Let me tell you, sir, confinement sharpees ha, ha, ha!

ihe invention, as want of sight strengthens the other Sir G. He, he, he, he ! A curse of your fleering senses, and is often more pernicious than the recreajests! Yet, however ill I have succeeded, I'll sen- tion that innocent liberty allows. ture the same wager she does not value thee a Sir J. Say you so, misiress ? Who the devil taught spoonful of snuff; nay, more, though you enjoined you the art of reasoning? I assure you they must ber silence to me, you'll never make her speak to have a greater faith than I pretend to, that can think the purpose with yourself.

any woman innocent that requires liberty; therefore, S11 F. Ha, ha, ha! Did I not tell thee thou Patch, to your charge I give her; lock her up till I would'st repent thy money? Did I not say she come back from Change. I shall have some sauthated young fellows ? ha, ha, ha!

ering coxeomb, with nothing but a red coat and a Sir ú. And I am positive she is not in love with age. feather, think, by leaping into her arms, to leap into Sir F. Ha, ha, ha! No matter for that; ha, ha! my estate ; but i'll prevent them; she shall be only She is not taken with your youth, nor your rhetoric Signior Babinetto's. to boot; ha, ha!

Patch Really, sir, I wish you would employ any Sir G. Whatever her reasons are for disliking of body else in this affair; I lead a life like a dog in me, I am certain she can be taken with nothing obeying your commands. Come, madam, will you about thee. Sir F. Ha, ha, ha! how he swells with envy!

be locked up? Poor man, poor man! ha, ha, ha! ! must beg your of.

Isa. Ay! to enjoy more freedom than he is aware perdoy, Sir George; Miranda will be impatient to

(Aside.-Eris sith Patek. Sir J. I believe this wench is very true to my in. terest: I am happy I met with her: if I can but I have ordered him to take up, and then you shall keep my daughter from being blown upon till Sig. be repaid. nior Babinetto arrives, he shall marry her as soon Mar. Pho, pho! no more of that. Here cores as he comes, and carry her to Spain as soon as he Sir George Airy. has married her. She has a pregnant wit, and I

Enter Sir GEORGE AIRY. would no more have her an English wife than the grand signior's mistress.


cursedly out of humour at his disappointment. See

how he looks! ha, ha, ha! SCENE III.-Outside of Sir Jealous Traffick's tensions to plots upon women, that I believe I shall

Sir G. Ah, Charles ! I am so humbled in my preHouse.

never have courage enough to attempt a chamberSir J. comes from his House, looks abou!, then exit. maid again. I'll tell theeEnter Whisper.

Charles. Ila, ha! I'll spare you the relation by Whis. So ; there goes Sir Jealous : where shall I telling you: impatient to know your business with find Mrs. Patch, now ?

my father, when I saw you enter I slipped back into

the next room, where I overheard every syllable. Enter Patch.

Mar. Did you, Charles? I wish I had been with you. Patch. Oh, Mr. Whisper ! my lady saw you out Sir G. That I said ; but I'll be hauged if you heard of the window, and ordered me to bid you fly and let her answer. But, pr’ythee, tell me, Charles, is she a your master know she's now alone.

fool ? Whis. Ilush! speak softly! I go, I go. But Charles. I never suspected her for one; but Marplot darkye, Mrs. Patch, shall not you and I have a lit- can inform you better, if you'll allow him a judge. tle confabulation, wben my master and your lady Mar. A fool! I'll justify she has more wit than all are engaged ?

the rest of her sex put together. Why, she'll rally Patch. Ay, ay; farewell.

me till I ha'n't a word to say for myself

. Goes in and shuts the door. Whisper peeps after Charles. A mighty proof of her wit, truly! her through the key-hole.]

Mar. There must be some trick in it, Sir George; Re-enter Sir JEALOUS TRAFFICK.

egad! I'll find it out, if it cost me the sam you paid

for it. Sir J. Sure, whilst I was talking with Mr. Trade

Sir G. Do, and command me. well, I heard my door clap. (Seeing Whisper.) Ha!

Mar. Enough: let me alone to trace a secret. a man lurking about my house! Who do you want there, sir?

Enter Whisper, who speaks aside to his master. Whis. Want-want ? A plague! Sir Jealous ! The devil! he here again! d-n that fellow, he never What must I say now?

[ Aside. speaks out. Is this the same, or a new secret ?Sir J. Ay, want. Have you a letter or message [ Aside. You may speak out, here are none but for anybody there? O’my conscience ! this is some friends. he-bawd.

Charles. Pardon me, Marplot, 'tis a secret. Whis. Letter or message, sir ?

Mar. A secret! ay, or, ecod! I would not give a Sir J. Ay; letter or message, sir !

farthing for it. Sir George, won't you ask Charles Whis. No, not I, sir.

what news Whisper brings ? Sir J. Sirrah, sirrah! I'll have you set in the Sir G. Not I, sir; I suppose it does not relate to me. stocks if you don't tell your business immediately. Mur. Lord, lord! how little curiosity some people

Whis. Nay, sir, my business is no great matter of have! Now my chief pleasure is in krowing everybusiness neither; and yet, 'tis business of conse- body's business.

[Exit Whisper.

Sir G. I fancy, Charles, thou hast some engage. Sir J. Sirrah, don't trifle with me.

ment upon thy hauds ? Whis. Tritle, sir! have you found him, sir ?

Mar. Have you, Charles ? Sir J. Found what, you rascal ?

Sir G. I have a little business too. Whis. Why, Tritle is the very lapdog my lady

Mar. Have you, Sir George ? lost, sir; I fancied I saw him run into this house. Sir G. Marplot, if it falls in your way to bring I am glad you have found him, sir; my lady will be me any intelligence from Miranda, you'll find me overjoyed that I have found him.

at the Thatched-house, at six. Sir J. Who is your lady, friend ?

Mar. You do me much honour. Whis. My Lady Lovepuppy, sir.

Charles. You guess right, Sir George; wish me Sir J. My lady Lovepuppy, sir! then, pr’ythee, success. carry thyself to her, for I know of no other whelp Sir G. Better than attended me. Adieu. (Erit. that belongs to her; and let me catch you no more Charles. Marplot, you must excuse me. puppy-hunting about iny doors, lest I have you Mar. Nay, nay; what need of any excuse amongst pressed into the service, sirrah !

friends ? I'll go with you. Whis. By no means, sir : your humble servant. I Charles. Indeed you must not. must watch whether he goes or no, before I can tell Mar. No! then I suppose’tis a duel; and I will my master,

(Aside.-Exit. go to secure you. Sir J. This fellow has the officious leer of a pimp,

Charles. Well, but 'tis no duel ; cousequently, and I half suspect a design ; but I'll be upon them no danger; therefore, pr’ythee, be answered. before they think on me, I warrant them.

Mar. What is't, a mistress, then ? Mum! you (Erit into the house. know I can be silent upon occasion.

Charles. I wish you could be civil too; I tell you, SCENE IV.-Charles's Lodyings. you neither must nor shall go with me. Farewell.

(Erit. Enter CHARLES and MARPLOT.

Mar. Why, then, I must and will follow you. (Erit. Charies. Honest Marplot, I thank thee for this supply. I expect my lawyer with a thousand pounds

quence too.

more savage than our parents, and fortune generally

assists the bold; therefore, consent now; why should ACT III.

we put it to a future hazard? who knows when we

shall have another opportunity ? SCENE I.-A Street,

Isa. Oh! you have your ladder of ropes, I sup

pose ; and the closet-window stands just wbere is Enter CHARLES.

did; and, if you ha’n't forgot to write in characters, Charles. Well ! here's the house which holds the Patch will find a way for our assignations. Thus lovely prize, quiet and serene : here no noisy foot- much of the Spanish contrivance my father's severity men throng to tell the world that beauty dwells has taught me; I thank him; though I hate the nå. within; no ceremonious visit makes the lover wait, tion, I admire their management in these affairs. no rival to give my heart a pang. Who would not

Enter Patch. scale the window at midnight without fear of the jealous father's pistol, rather than fill up the train Patch. Ob, madam! I see my master coming up of a coquette, where every minute he is jostled out the street. of place ? [Knocks softly.) Mrs. Patch, Mrs. Patch! Charles. Oh, the devil! Would I had my ladder

now! I thought you had not expected bim till night. Enter Patch from the House.

Why-why-why-why-what shall I do, madam? Patch. Oh! are you come, sir ? All's safe. Isa. Oh! for heaven's sake, don't go that way! Charles. So! in-in then.

[They go in. you'll meet him full in the teeth. Oh, unlucky mo

ment! Enter MARPLOT.

Charles. Adsheart! can you shut me into do cupMar. There he goes! Who the devil lives here? board, nor ram me into a chest, eh? Except I find out that, I am as far from knowing

Patch. Impossible, sir! he searches every hole in his business as ever. Gad! I'll watch; it may

be a the bouse. bawdy-house, and he may have bis throat cut. I. Isa. Undone for ever! If he sees you I shall never there should be any mischief, I can make oath he see you more. went in. Well, Charles, in spite of your endeavours

Patch. I have thought on it; run you to your to keep me out of the secret, I may save your life, chanıber, madam; and, sir, come you along with for aught I know. At that corner I'll plani myself; me; I am certain you may easily get down from the there I shall see whoever goes in or comes out. "Gad! balcony. I love discoveries.

Charles. My life, adieu! Lead op, guide.

[Ereunt Patch and Ceasies. SCENE II.- A Chamber in the house of Sir Jealous Isa. Heavens preserve him!

(Esat. Traffick.

SCENE III.- The Street,
Isa. Patch, look out sharp; have a care of dad.

Enter Sir Jealous TrapFICK, followed by MARPLOT. Patch. I warrant you.

[Erit. Sir J. I don't know what's the matter, bat I have Isa. Well, sir, if I may judge your love by your a strong suspicion all is not right within ; that fel. courage, 1 ought to believe you sincere; for you low's sauntering about my door!—and his tale of a venture into the lion's den when you come to see me. puppy had the face of a lie, methought. By SL

Charles. If you'll consent, whilst the furious beast Jago, if I should find a man in the house, I'd make is abroad, I'd free you from the reach of his paws. mince-meat of him.

1xa. That would be but to avoid oue danger by Mar. Mince-mcat! Ah, poor Charles! how I running into another-like poor wretches, who fy sweat for thee! Egad! he's old; I fancy I argit tbe buming ship, and meet their fate in the water. bully him, and make Charles have an opinion of any Come, come, Charles ; I fear, if I consult my reason, courage. Egad! I'll pluck up, and bare a louca confinement and plenty are better than liberty and with him. starving. I know you would make the frolic pleasing Sir J. My own key shall let me in; I'll give them for a little time, by saying and doing a world of ten- no warning. (Ferling for his key.] der thiugs; but when our small substance is ex- Mar. What's that you say, sir? (Guing up to Sir hausted, and a thousand requisites for life are want- Jealous.] ing, love, who rarely dwells with poverty, would Sir J. What's that to you, sir? [Turn quick upane also fail us.

him.) Cna les. Faith! I fancy not: methinks my heart Mar. Yes, 'tis to me, sir; for the gentleman you has laid up a stock will last for life; to back which, threaten is a very honest gentleman. Look to it; I have taken a thousand pounds upon my uncle's es- for if he comes not as safe out of your house as be tate; that, surely, will support us till one of our fa- went inthers relent.

Sir J. What! is he in then ? Jsa. There's no trusting to that, my friend: I Mar. Yes, sir, he is in then; and I say is he does doubt your aiher will carry his humour to the grave, not come out, I have half-a-dozen myridobs bard and mine till he sees me settied in Spain.

by shall beat your house about your ears. Chunles. And can you then cruelly resolve to stay Sir J. Ah! a combination to undo me. ru zit. till that cursed Don arrives, and suffer that youth, midon you, ye dog, you! Thieves, thieves! (bests beauty, fire, and wit, to be sacrificed to the arms of Marplot.) a duli Spaniard, to be immured, and forbid the sight Mar. Murder, murder ! I was not in your bouse, sir. of my thing that's human ? Isa: No: when it comes to that extremity, and no

Enter Servant stratagem can reiieve us, thou shalt list for a soldier, aid lil carry they knapsack after thee.

Serv. What's the matter, sir?

Sir J. The matter, rascal! you have let a man swtles. Bravely resolved! the world cannot be into my house; but I'll tay bim alive. Follow me ;


I'll not leave a nuouse-hole unsearched. If I find Pulch. Nay, I can't imagine, without it was Whis. him, by St. Jago! I'll equip him for the opera. per.

(Exit. Isa. Well, dear Patch ! let's employ all our Mar. A deuce of his cane! There's no trusting thoughts how to escape this horrid Don Diego ; my to age. What shall I do to relieve Charles ? Egad! very heart sinks at his terrible name. I'll raise the neighbourhood. Murder, murder! Patch. Fear not, madam ; Don Carlo shall be the (Charles drops down upon him from the balcony.1 man, or I'll lose the reputation of contriving; and Charles ! faith, I'm glad to see thee safe out, with then what's a chambermaid good for ? [Ereunt. all my heart !

Charles. A plague of your bawling! how the devil SCENE V.-Sir Francis Gripe's House. came you here?

Enter Sir FRANCIS Gripe and MIRANDA. Mar. Egad! it's very well for you that I was here; I have done you a piece of service : I told Mir. Well, gardy, how did I perform the dumb the old thunderbolt, that the gentleman that was gone in was

Sir F. To admiration! Thou dear little rogue! Charles. Was it you that told him, sir ? (Laying let me buss thee for it: nay, adad ! I will, chargy, hold of him.] 'Sdeath! I could crush thee into atoms. so muzzle, and tuzzle, and hug thee; I will, i'faith!

[Erit. I will. (Hugging and kissing her.] Mar. What! will you choke me for my kindness? Mir. Nay, gardy, don't be so lavish. Who would Will my inquiring soul never leave searching into ride post when the journey lasts for life? other people's affairs till it gets squeezed out of my Sir F. Oh, I'm transported! Whey, when, my body? I dare not follow himn now for my blood, he's dear, wilt thou convince the world of the happy day? in such a passion. I'll go to Miranda; if I can dis- when shall we marry, eh ? cover aught that may oblige Sir George, it may be Mir. There's nothing wanting but your consent, a means to reconcile me again to Charles.

Sir Francis. Sir J. (Within.) Look about ! search, find him out. Sir F. My consent! What does my charmer Mar. Oh, the devil! there's old Crabstick again. mean?

(Erit. Mir. Nay, 'tis only a whim; but I'll have every

thing according to form : therefore, when you siga SCENE IV.-A Hall in the house of Sir Jealous an authentic paper, drawn up by an able lawyer, Traffick.

that I have your leave to marry, the next day makes Enter Sir JEALOUS TRAFFICK and his Servants.

me youi's, gardy.

Sir F. Ha, ha, ha! a whim indeed! why is it not Sir J. Are you sure you have searched every demonstration I give my leave when I marry thee? where?

Mir. Not for your reputation, gardy; the maliciServ. Yes, from the top of the house to the bottom. ous world will be apt to say you tricked me into marSir J. Under the beds and over the beds ?

riage, and so take the merit from my choice: now I Serv. Yes, and in them too, but found nobody, sir. will have the act my own, to let the idle fops see how Sir J. Why, what could this rogue mean? much I prefer a man loaded with years and wisdom. Enter ISABINDA and Patch.

Sir F. Humph! Pr’ythee, leave out years, chargy;

I'm not so old, as thou shalt find. Adal! I'm young: Patch. Take courage, madam; I saw him safe there's a caper for ye. (Jumps. out. (Aside to ISABINDA.)

Mir. Oh! never excuse it; why, I like you the Isa. Bless me! what's the matter, sir ?

better for being old : but I shall suspect you don't Sir J. You know best. Pray, where's the man love me if you refuse me this formality. that was here just now ?

Sir F. Not love thee, chargy! Adad! I do love Isa. What man, sir? I saw none.

better than-than-than-better than-what shall I Patch. Nor I, by the trust you repose in me! Do say ? egad! better than money; i'faith, I do. you think I would let a man come within these doors Mir. That's falsc, I'm sure. (Aside.) To prove it, when you are absent?

do this then. Sir J. Ah, Patch ! she may be too cunning for Sir F. Well, I will do it, chargy, provided I bring thy honesty ; the very scout that he had set to give a license at the same time. warning discovered it to me, and threatened me with Mir. Ay! and a parson too, if you please. Ha, half-a-dozen myrmidons; but I think I mauled the ha, ha! I can't help laughing to think how all the villain. These afflictions you draw upon me, mis. young coxcombs about town will be mortified when tress. [To ISABINDA.)

they hear of our marriage. Isa. Pardon me, sir, 'tis your own ridiculous hu- Sir F. So they will, so they will ! ha, ha, ha! mour draws you into these vexations, and gives every Mir. Well, I fancy, I shall be so happy with my fool pretence to banter you.

gardy! Sir J. No, 'tis your idle conduct, your coquettish Sir F. If wearing pearls and jewels, or eating gold, Airting into the balcony. Oh! with what joy shall as the old saying is, can make thee happy, thou I resign thee into the arms of Don Diego Babinetto! shalt be so, my swectest, my lovely, my charming,

Isa. And with what industry shall I avoid him! my-verily, I know not what to call thee. (Aside.)

Mir. You must know, gardy, that I am so eager Sir I. Certainly that rogue had a message from to have this business concluded, that I employed my somebody or other, but being balked by my coming woman's brother, who is a lawyer in the Temple, to popped that sham upon me. Come along, ye sots, settle matters just to your liking; you are to give let's see if we can find the dog again. Patch, lock your consent to my marriage-which is to yourself her up, d'ye hear? (Eseunt Sir J. and Servants. you know; but, mum! you must take no potice of

Paich. Yes, sir. Ay! walk till your heels ache, that. So then I will that is, with your leavemput you'll find nobody, I promise you.

my writings into his hands; then to-morrow we ins. Who could that scout be he talks of? come slap upon them with a wedding that nobody

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