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thought on, by which you seize me and my estate, | ay, and economy ton, though I think be forfeited and, I supposé, make a bonfire of your own act and that character when be fung away a hundred pounds deed.

upon your dumb lads.bir. Sir F. Xay, but chargy, if

Sir F. Does that gali hin? ha, ha, ha! Mir. Nay, gardy, no ifs. Have I refused three Hir. So, Sir George, remaining in deep disera. northern bords, two British peers, and half-a-score tent, has sent you, bus trusty squire, to atter bus knights, to have you put in your ifs ?

complaint. Ha, ha, ha! Sir F. So thou hast indeed, and I will trust to thy Mar. Yes, mariam; and you, like a cruel hard. management. Od! I'm all of a fire.

hearted Jew, value it no more than I would your Mir. 'Tis a wonder the dry stubble does not blaze.ladyship, were I Sir George ; you, you, yos(Aside.)

Mir. Oh, don't call names; I know yoe love t

he employed, and I'il oblige you, and you shall carry Enter MARPLOT.

him a message from me. Sir F. How now! who sent for you, sir? What! Mar. According as I like it. What is it? is the hundred pounds gone already?

Mir. Nay, a kind one you way be sure. First, Mar. No, sir; I don't want money now, gardy. tell him I have chose this gentleman, to have and to

Sir F. No! that's a miracle! but there's one hold, and so forth. (Taking the hand of Sir F.] thing you want, I'm sure.

Mar. Much good may it do you. Mar. Ay! what's that ?

Sir F. On the dear rogue! how I dote on her! Sir F. Manners. What! had I no servants withont?

(Arde. Mar. None that could do my business, guardian; Mir. And advise his impertinence to trouble me which is, at present, with this lady.

no more, for I prefer Sir Francis for a husband Mir. With Mr. Marplot? what is it, I beseech before all the universe. vou?

Mar. Oh lord, oh lord ! she's bewitched, that's Sir F. Ay, sir! what is it? any thing that relates certain. Here's a husband for eighteen; here's a to her, may be delivered to me.

tit-bit for a young lady; here's a shape, an air, and Mar. I deny that.

a grace; here's bones rattling in a leather beg; Mir. That's more than I do, sir.

[Turning Sir F about.) here's buckram and canvass Mar. Indeed, madam! Why, then, to proceed: to scrub you to repentance. Fame says (you know best whether she tells truth or Sir F. Sirrah, my cane shall teach you repentance, pot), that you and my most conscionable guardian presently: here, designed, contrived, plotted, and agreed to Mar. No, faith, I have felt its twin brother from chouse a very civil, honest, honourable gentleman just such a withered hand too lately. out of a hundred pounds : guilty or not?

Mir. One thing more ; advise him to keep from Mir. That I contrived it?

the garden-gate on the left hand, for if he dart to Mar. Ay, you! you said never a word against it; saunter there, about the hour of eight, as be used so far you are guilty.

to do, he shall be saluted with a pisto: or a blunderbuss. Sir F. Pray tell that civil, honest, honourable Sir F. Oh, monstrous! Why, chargy, did be use gentleman, that if he has any more such sums to to come to the garden-gate? fool away, they shall be received like the last; ha, Mir. The gardener described just such another ha, ha! Choused, quotha! But, harkye, let him man that always watched his coming out, and fan know, at the same time, that if he dare to report I would have bribed him for an entrance : fell babe tricked him of it, I shall recommend a lawyer to shall find a warm reception if he comes this a gbe. him, who sball show him a trick for twice as much. Mar. Pistols and blunderbusses! Egad, a *arta D'ye hrar? tell him that.

reception indeed! I shall take care to inform his of Mar. So, and this is the way you use a gentleman, your kindness, and advise him to keep further ed. and my friend!

Mir. I hope he will understand my meaning bet Mir. Is the wretch thy friend ?

ter than to follow your advice.

(.es Mar. The wretch! look ye, madam, don't call Sir F. Thou hast signed, sealed, and taken protein names; cgad! I won't take it.

session of my beart for ever, chargy, ha, ba, bar and Mir. Why, you won't beat me, will you ? ha, ha! for you, Mr. Saucebox, let me have no mere var Mar. I don't know whether I will or no.

messages, if ever you design to inherit your estate, Sir F. Sir, I shall make a servant show you out gentleman. at the window if you are saucy.

Mar. Why, there 'tis now. Sure I shall be out Mar. I am your most humble servant, guardian; of your clutches one day. Well, guardian, I say no I design to go out the same way I came in. I would more ; but if you be not as arrant a cuckold as ever only ask this lady one question : don't you think drove bargain upon the exchange, or paid attendance he's a fine gentleman ?

to a court, I am the son of a whetstone; and so your Sir F. Who's a fine gentleman ?

humble servant. Mar. Not you, gardy, not you. Don't you think, Mir. Mr. Marplot, don't forget the message; ba, in your soul, that Sir George Airy is a very fine ha, ha! gentleman ?

Mar. Sang, nang, nang!

{En Mir. He dresses well.

Sir F. I am so provoked; 'tis well he's gone Sir F. Which is chiefly owing to his tailor and Mir. Oh, mind him not, gardy, but let's sigt artivalet-de-chambre.

cles, and thenMar. Well! and who is your dress owing to, eh ? Sir F. And then-Adad, I believe I am metaThere's a beau, ina'am! do but look at him! morphosed ! my pulse beats high, and my blood is Sir F. Sirrah!

mcthinks. Mr. And if being a beau be a proof of his being

[Kissing and hmyonu bor. & fine gentleman, he may be so.

Mir. Oh, fie, gardy, be not so violent; coordes

the market lasts all the year. Well, I'n jp, sad ste Alar. He may be so! Why, ma'am, the judicidus if the lawyer be come; you'll follow. the world allow him wit, courage, gallantry,

Sir F. Ay, to the world's end, my dear. Well,

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Prank, thou art a lucky fellow in thy old age-to have sue your old baunt no more; it may be dangerous. such a delicate morsel, and thirty thousand pounds,

[Charles sits down to write. in love with thee. I shall be the envy of bachelors, Sir G. My old haunt! what do you mean? the glory of married men, and the wonder of the Mar. Why, in short then, since you will have it, town. Some guardians would be glad to compound Miranda vows if you dare approach the garden gate for part of the estate at despatching an heiress, but I at eight o'clock, as you used, you shall meet with a engross the whole. 0! mihi præteritus referet si warın reception. Jupiler annos.

[Erit.

Sir G. A warm reception !
SCENE VI.-A Tavern.

Mer. Ay, a very warm reception; you shall be Sir George Airy and CHARLES discovered, with words; nay, she bid me tell you so too.

saluted with a blunderbuss, sir. These were her very wine, pens, ink and paper on the table. WuisPER

Sir G. Ha! the garden-gate at eight, as I used waiting.

to do! There must be meaning in this. Is there Sir G. Nay, pr’ythee, don't be grave, Charles ; such a gate, Charles ? misfortunes will happen. Ha, ha, ha! 'tis some Mar. Is there such a gate, Charles ? comfort to have a companion in our sufferings. Charles. Yes, yes, it opens into the Park; I

Charles. I am only apprehensive for Isabinda; suppose her ladyship has made many a scamper her father's humour is implacable; and how far his through it. jealousy may transport him to her undoing, shocks Sir G. It must be an assignation then. Ha! my my soul to think.

heart springs for joy; 'tis a propitious omen. My Sir G. But since you escap'd undiscovered by him, dear Marplot, let me embrace thee; thou art my his rage will quickly lash into a calm, never fear it. friend, my better angel.

Charles. But who knows what that unlucky dog, Mar. What do you mean, Sir George? Marplot, told him ? nor can I imagine what brought Sir G. No matter what I mean. Here, take a him thither; that fellow is ever doing mischief, and bumper to the garden-gate, you dear rogue, you ! yet, to give him his due, he never designs it. This Mar. You have reason to be transported, Sir is some blundering adventure wherein he thought to George; I have saved your life. shew his friendship, as he calls it—a curse on him! Sir G. My life! thou hast saved my soul, man.

Sir G. Then you must forgive him. What said he ? Charles, if thou dost not pledge this health, may'st

Charles. Said ! nay, I had more mind to cut his thou never taste the joys of love. throat, than to hear his excuses.

Charles, Whisper, be sure you

take care how you Sir G. Where is he?

deliver this. [Gives him a letter.) Bring me the anWhis. Sir, I saw him go into Sir Francis Gripe's swer to my lodgings. just now.

Whis. I warrant you, sir. [ To CHARLES. Charles. Oh! then he's upon your business, Sir Mar. Whither does that letter go? Now dare I George; a thousand to one but he makes some mis- not ask for my blood; that fellow knows more setake there too.

'crets than I do. [ Aside, following Whisper as he is Sir G. Impossible, without ne huffs the lady, and going.] Whisper! Whisper ! makes love to Sir Francis.

Whis. Sir.

(Aside to Mar. Enter Drawer.

Mar. Whisper, here's half a crown for you. Draw. Mr. Marplot is below, gentlemen, and de

(Aside to Whis.

Whis. Thank ye, sir. sires to know if he may have leave to wait upon ye.

1 Aside to Mar. Charles. How civil the rogue is, when he has done

Mar. Now, where is thai letter going ? a fault!

(Aside to Whis. Sir G. Oh ! desire him to walk up. [Exit Drawer.

W'his. Into my pocket, sir. (Aside to Mar. Erit.

Charles. Now I'm for you. Pr’ythee, Charles, throw off this chagrin, and be good

Sir G. To the garden-gate at the hour of eight, company.

Charles.-Allons; huzza !
Charles. Nay, hang him, I'm not angry with him.

Charles. I begin to conceive you.
Enter MARPLOT.
Mar. That's more than I do, egad. To the

garDo but mark his sheepish look, Sir George. den gate, huzza! [Drinks.] But I hope you design

Mar. Dear Charles, don't overwhelm a man al. to keep far enough off on't, Sir George. ready under insupportable affliction. I'm sure I al. Sir G. Ay, ay, never fear that; she shall see ! ways intend to serve my friends ; but if my malici- despise her frowns; let her use the blunderbuss ous stars deny the happiness, is the fault mine ? against the next fool ; she sha'nt reach me with the

Sir G. Never mind him, Mr. Marplot; he's eat smoke, I warrant her, ha, ba, ha! up with spleen. But tell me, what says Miranda ? Mar. Ah, Charles! if you could receive a disapMar. Says! Nay, we are all undone there too. pointment thus, en cavalier, one should have some

Charles. I told you so; nothing prospers that he comfort in being beat for you. undertakes,

Charles. The fool comprehends nothing. Mar. Why, can I help her having chose your

(Aside to Sir G. father for better or worse ?

Sir G. Nor would I have him. Pr’ythee, take Charles So; there's another of fortune's strokes. him along with thee.

(Aside to CHARLES I suppose I shall be edged out of my estate with Charles. Enough.

| Asille tu Sir G. twins every year, let who will get 'em.

Sir G. I kiss both your hands; and now for the Sir G. What! is the woman really possessed ? garden-gate.

Mar. Yes, with the spirit of contradiction; she It's beauty gives the awignation there, railed at you most prodigiously.

And love too powerful grow's t'admit of jear. Sir G. That's no ill sign.

[Exil. Mar. You'd say it was no good sign if you knew all. Charles. Come, you shall go home with me. Sir G. Why, prythee ?

Mar. Shall I ? and are we friends, Charles ? I am Mar. Harkye, Sir George, let me warn you; pur-Iglad of it.

Charles. Come along.
(Eril. Serv. Yes, sir

[Erit. Mar. Egad, Charles's asking me to go home with

Enter Butler. bim gives me a shrewd suspicion there's more in the garden-gate than I comprehend. Faith, I'll give Sir J. If this paper has a meaning I'll find ithim the drop, and away to gardy's and find it out. Lay the cloth in my daughter's chamber, and bid

[Erit. the cook send supper thither presently.
But. Yes, sir. Heyday! what's the matter now?

(Erit. Sir J. He wants the eyes of Argus, that has a ACT IV.

young handsome daughter in this town; but my com

fort is, I shall not be troubled long with her He SCENE 1.— The Outside of Sir Jealous Trafo better be at sea in a storm, and would be in less

that pretends to rule a girl once, in her teens, had FICK's house : Patch peeping out of the door.

danger.

(Est, Enter WHISPER. Whis. Ha! Mrs. Patch, this is a lucky minute, to

SCENE II.- Isabinda's Chamber find you so readily; my master dies with impatience.

Enter ISABINDA and Patch. Patch. My lady imagined so, and by her orders I have been scouting this hour in search of you, to Isa. Are you sure nobody saw you speak to Whisinform you that Sir Jealous has invited some friends per ? to supper with him to-night, which gives an oppor- Patch. Yes, very sure, madam; But I heard Sir tunity to your master to make use of his ladder of Jealous coming down stairs, so clapped his letter ropes. The closet window shall be open, and Isabinda into my pocket.

(Feels for the letter. ready to receive him. Bid him come immediately. Isa. A letter! give it me quickly.

U'his. Excellent! he'll not disappoint, I warrant Patch. Bless me! what's become on't? I'm sure him ;-but hold, I have a letter here which I'm to I put it,

| Searching to carry an answer to. I cannot think what language Isa. Is it possible thou could'st be so careless ? the direction is.

Oh, I'm undone for ever if it be lost. Patch. Pho! 'tis no language, but a character Patch. I must have dropp'd it upon the stairs which the lovers invented to avert discovery. Ha! But why are you so much alarmed? If the worst I hear my old master coming down stairs ; it is im- happens nobody can read it, madam, nor find out possible you should have an answer. Away, and whom it was designed for. bid him come himself for that. Be gone, we're Isa. If it falls into my father's hand the very figere ruined if you're seen, for he has doubled his care of a letter will produce ill consequences. Run and since the last accident.

look for it upon the stairs this moment. Whis, I go, I go.

[Erit. Patch. Nay, I'm sure it can be no where else. Patch. There, go thou into my pocket. [Puts it

(Ging. aside, and it fulls doun) Now, I'll up the back stairs,

Enter Butler. lest I meet him. Well, a dexterous chambermaid How now, what do you want? is the ladies' best utensil, I say.

(Erit.

Bul. My master ordered me to lay the cloth bere Enter Sir Jealous TRAFFICK, with a letter in his for supper. hand. Isa. Ruined past redemption.

| bride. Sir J. So, this is some comfort; this tells me that

Patch. You mistake, sure. What shall we do? Signior Don Diego Babinetto is safely arrived. He Isa. I thought he expected company to-bigni.. shull marry my daughter the minute he comes. Ha, Oh, poor Charles ! oh, unfortunate Isabinda! Arden ha! what's here? [Takes up the letter Patch But. I thought so, too, madam; but I suppose be dropped.) A letter! I don't know what to make of has altered his mind. (Luys the cloth, and ert the superscription. I'll see what's within-side.' Isa. The letter is the cause. This heedless actia (Opens it.] Humph! 'tis Hebrew, I think. What has undone me. Fly and fasten the closet windos, can this mean? There must be some trick in it. which will give Charles notice to retire. This was certainly designed for my daughter; but I father! Oh, confusion ! don't know that she can speak any language but her

Enter Sir JEALOUS TRAFFICK. mother tongue. No matter for that; this may be one of love's hieroglyphics; and I fancy I saw

Sir J. Hold, hold, Patch ; whither are you gedag? Patch’s tail sweep by; that wench may be a slut, I'll have nobody stir out of the room till after supper. and instead of guarding my honour, betray it. I'll

Patch. Sir, I was going to reach your easy chair.

Oh, wretched accident ! find it out, I'm resolved. Who's there?

1.4side. Sir J. I'll have nobody stir out of this rouin. 1 Enter Servant.

don't want my easy chair. What answer did you bring from the gentlemen I Isa. What will be the event of this? [lide. sent you to invite ?

Sir J. Harkye, daughter, do you know this bani." Serv. That they'd all wait on you, sir, as I told Isa. As I suspected. (Aside. | Hand, do you call you before; but I suppose you forgot, sir. it, sir ? 'tis some schoolboy's scrawl.

Sir J. Did I 80, sir? but I sha'n't forget to break Patch. Oh, invention : 'thou chambermaid's best your head if any of them come, sir.

friend, assist me.

(late. Serv. Come, sir! why, did not you send me to ce- Sir J. Are you sure you don't understand it; sire their company, sir? Sir J. But I send you now to desire their absence.

[Patch feels in her bosom, and shakes her clutken. Say I have something extraordinary fallen out,

Isa. Do you understand it, sir? h calls me abroad, contrary to expectation, and

Sir J. I wish I did.
brir pardon; and, d’ye hear, send the butler know no more of it than you do, indeed, sis.

Isa. Thank heaven you do not. (Asidel Thea I
Patch. O lord, o lord! what have you done, siz ?

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open it.

Whv, the paper is mine; I dropp'd it out of my Patch. Yes, sir. (Sings, but horrilly out of tune. bosom.

Snatching it from him. Sir J. Hey, hey! why, you are a-top of the house, Sir J. Ha! yours, mistress ?

and you are down in the cellar. What is the mean Patch. Yes sir, it is

ing of this ? Is it on purpose to cross me, eh ?
Sir J. What is it? Speak.

Patch. Pray madan, take it a little lower; I can
Patch. Yes, sir, it is a charm for the tooth-ache : not reach that note, nor any note I fear.
I have wom it these seven years; 'twas given me Isa. Well, begin. Oh, Patch, we shall be disco-
by an angel for aught I know, when I was raving vered.

(Aside. with the pain, for nobody knew from whence he Patch. I sink with apprehension, madam. | Aside. came nor whither he went. He charged me never Humph, humph! | Sinys. Charles opens the closet door. to open it, lest some dire vengeance befell me, and Charles. Music and singing! Death! her father heaven knows what will be the event. Oh, cruel there! (The women shriek.] Then I must fly. misfortune! that I should drop it and you should [Erit into the closet. Sir J. rises up hastily, seeing

CHARLES slip back into the closet. Sir J. Plague of your charms and whims for me! Sir J. Hell and furies! A man in the closet! if that be all, 'tis well enough: there, there, burn Patch. Ah! a ghost! a ghost! He must not enit, and I warrant you no vengeance will follow. ter the closet.

(Aside. Patch. So, all's right again thus far. (Aside. (ISABINDA throus herself down before the closet door, Isa. I would not lose Patch for the world; I'll

as in a suoon. take courage a little. ( Aside.) Is this usage for your Sir J. The devil! I'll make a ghost of him, I daughter, sir? must my virtue and conduct be sus. warrant you.

{ Strives to get by. pected for every tritte ? You immure me like some Patch. Oh, hold, sir, have a care; you'll tread dire offender here, and deny me all the recreations upon my lady. Who waits there ? Bring some water. which my sex enjoy, and the custom of the country i Oh, this comes of your opening the charm. Oh, oh, and modesty allow; yet not content with that, you joh!

[Weeps aloud. make my confinement more intolerable by your Sir J. I'll charm you, housewife. Here lies the mistrusts and jealousies. Would I were dead, so I charm that conjured this fellow in, I'm sure on't. were free from this.

Come out, you rascal, do. Zounds! take her from Sir J. To-morrow rids you of this tiresome luad; the door, or I'll spurn her from it, and break your Don Diego Babinetto will be here, and then my neck down stairs. Where are you, sirrah ? Villain ! care ends and his begins.

robber of my honour! I'll pull you out of your nest. Isa. Is he come, then? Oh, how shall I avoid this

(Goes into the closet. hated marriage !

[Aside. Patch. You'll be mistaken, old gentleman ; the Enter Servants, with supper.

bird is flown.

Isa. I'm glad I have escaped so well; I was al. Sir J. Come, will you sit down?

most dead in earnest with the fright.
Isa, can't eat, sir.

Re-enter Sir Jealous out of the closet.
Patch. No, I dare swear he has given her supper

Sir J. Whoever the dog was, he has escaped out
enough. I wish I could get into the closet. (Aside.
Sir J. Well, if you can't eat, then give me a song got out of my reach, you are not.

of the window, for the sash is up; but though he is whilst I do.

And first, Mrs. Isa. I have such a cold I can scarce speak, sir, out of my house, go, troop; yet hold, stay, I'll see

Pander, with your charms for the tooth-ache, get much less sing. How shall I prevent Charles's

you of doors myself; but I'll secure your charge ere coming in ?

Sir J. I hope you have the use of your fingers,
madam. Play a tune upon your spionet whilst your ture of your own providing?

Isa. What do you mean, sir? was she not a crea-
woman sings me a song.
Patch. I'm as much out of tune as my lady, if he

Sir J. She was of the devil's providing, for aught

I know. knew all.

Aside.

Patch. What have I done, sir, to merit your disIsa. I shall make excellent music.

(Sits down to play.

pleasure ? Patch. Really, sir, I am so frightened about your but you shall both suffer for it, till I can discover

Sir J. I don't know which of you have done it, opening this charm that I can't remember one thing. whose guilt it is. Go, get in there; I'll move you

Sir J. Pish! hang your charm! come, come, sing from this side of the house. (Pushes Isabinda in at anything. Patch. Yes, I'm likely to sing, truly. [Aside.) keep the key myself; I'll try what ghost will get

the door and locks it, puts the key in his pocket.) I'll Humph, humpb! bless me, I can't raise my voice, into that room; and now, forsooth, I'll wait on you my heart pants so.

down stairs. Sir J. Why, what, does your heart pant so that you can't play neither ? Pray, what key are you I won't go out, sir, till I have locked up my clothes,

Patch. Ah, my poor lady! Down stairs, sir! but in, eh?

and that's flat. Patch. Ah, would the key was turned on you

(Aside.

Sir J. If thou wert as naked as thou wert born, Sir J. Why don't you sing, I say?

thou shouldst not stay to put on a rag, and that's

tat. Patch. When madam has put her spinnet in tune,

[Ereunt. sir; bumph, humph !

SCENE III.- The Street. jaa. I cannot play, sir, whatever ails me. (Rising.

Sir J. Zounds! sit down and play me a tune, or Sir J. (Putting Patch out of the door.) There, I'll break the spinnet about your ears.

go, and come no more within sight of my habitation Im. What will becoine of me?

these three days, 1 charge you. [Sits down and picys.

(Slaps the door after her. fir J. Come, mistress.

[To Patch. Patch. Did ever anybody see such an old monster ?

| Aside. I do.

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once.

Enter CHARLES

seous self, or nobody. Sir George is what I have Oh, Me. Charles! your affairs and mine are in an tried in conversation, inquired into his character, ill posture.

and am satisfied in both. Then his love' who would Charles. I am inured to the frowns of fortune; bave given a hundred pounds only to have seen a but what has befallen thee ?

woman he had not infinitely loved? So I find any Patch. Sir Jealous, whose suspicious nature is liking him has furnished me with arguments enough always on the watch, nay, even while one eye sleeps of his side; and now the only doubt remains, wbiethe other keeps sentinel, upon sight of you flew into ther he will come or no. such a violent passion, that I could find no stratagem to appease him, but in spite of all arguments he locked

Enter SCENTWELL and Sir GEORGE AIRY. his daughter into her own apartment, and turned Scent. That's resolved, madam, for here's the me out of doors.

knight.

(Erit Charles. Ha! Oh, Isabinda!

Sir G. And do I once more behold that lovely obPatch. And swears she shall see neither sun nor ject whose idea fills my mind, and forms my pleasing moon, till she is Don Diego Babinetto's wife, who dreams ? arrived last night, and is expected with impatience. Mir. What, beginning again in heroics? Sir

Charles. He dies; yes, by all the wrongs of love, George, don't you remember how little fruit your he shall; here will I plant myself, and through my last prodigal oration produced? Not one bare single breast he shall make his passage, if he enters. word in answer.

Patch. A most heroic resolution ! there might be Sir G. Ha! the voice of my incognita! Why did ways found out more to your advantage; policy is you take ten thousand ways to captivate a heart your often preferred to open force.

eyes alone had vanquished ? Charles. I apprehend you not.

Mir. No more of these flights. Do you think we Patch. What think you of personating this Spa- can agree on that same terrible bugbear, matrimony, niard, imposing upon the father, and marrying your without heartily repenting on both sides? mistress, by his own consent ?

Sir G. It has been mywish since first my longing Charles. Say'st thou so, my angel! Oh, could that eyes beheld you. be done, my life to come would be too short to re- Mir. And your happy ears drank in the pleasing compense thee ; but how can I do that when I nei- news I had thirty thousand pounds. ther know what ship he came in, nor from what part Sir G. Unkind! Did I not offer you, in those of Spain ; who recommends him, or how attended ? purchased minutes, to run the risk of your fortune,

Patch.'I can solve all this. He is from Madrid, so you would but secure that lovely person to my bis father's name is Don Pedro Questo Portento Ba- armis ? binetto. Here's a letter of his to Sir Jealous, which Mir. Well, if you have such love and tenderness, he dropped one day. You understand Spanish, and since our wooing has been short, pray reserve it for the hand may be counterfeited. You conceive me, sir? our future days, to let the world see we are lorers

Charles. My beter genius! thou hast revived my after wedlock'; 'twill be a novelty. drooping soul. I'll about it instantly. Come to my Sir G. Haste then, and let us tie the knot, and lodgings, and we'll concert matters. (Ereuni. prove the envied pair

Mir. Hold, not so fast; I have provided better than SCENE IV-A Garden-gate open; SCENTWELL to venture on dangerous experiments headlong. My waiting within.

guardian, trusting to my dissembled love, has given Enter Sir GEORGE AIRY.

up my fortune to my own disposal, but with this pro

viso, that he to-morrow morning weds me. He is Sir G. So, this is the gate, and most invitingly now gone to Doctor's Commons for a licence. open. If there should be a blunderbuss here, now, Sir G. Ha! a licence ! what a dreadful ditty would my fall make for fools, Mir. But I have planted emissaries that infallibly and what a jest for the wits; how my name would take him down to Epsom, under a pretence that a be roared about the streets ! Well, I'll venture all. brother usurer of his is to make him his executor

Scent. Hist! hist: Sir George Airy. (Comes for the thing on earth he covets. ward.)

Sir G. 'Tis his known character. Sir G. A female voice! thus far I'm safe. My Mir. Now my instruments confirm him this man dear,

is dying, and he sends me word he goes this minate. Scent. No, I'm not your dear, but I'll conduct It must be to-morrow ere he can be undeceived; you to her. Give me your hand; you must go that time is ours. through many a dark passage and dirty step before Sir G. Let us improve it then, and settle on our you arrive

coming years endless happiness. Sir G. I know I must before I arrive at paradise ; Mir. Í dare not stir till I hear he's on the road ; therefore be quick, my charming guide :

then I, and my writings, the most material point, Scent. For aught you know. Come, come, your are soon removed. hand, and away.

Sir G. I have one favour to ask; if it lies in your Sir G. Here, here, child; you can't be half so power you would be a friend to poor Charles ; though swift as my desires. [Ereunt through the gate. the son of this tenacious man, he is as free from all

his vices as nature and a good education can make SCENE V.-The House.

him; and what now I have vanity enough to hope Enter MIRANDA.

will induce you, he is the man on earth I love.

Mir. I never was his enemy, and only put it on Mir. Well, let me reason a little with my mad as it help'd my designs on his father. If his uncle's self. Now, don't I transgress all rules to venture estate ought

to be in his possession, which I shrewdle upon a man without the advice of the grave and suspect, I may do him a singular piece of service. wise? But then a rigid, knavish guardian, who would have married me to whom ? even to his nau

Sir G. You are all goodness

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