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brought before me, and I will feast my eyes, and [It thunders; the Tower sinks, and MERLIS ease my heart, with this devoted Sylvia. No reply; pears in the place where the Tower anke but obey.

shriek, and run off, except URGANDA, BU Dorus. It is done. This is going too far.

struck with terror. (Aside.Erit, shrugging up his shoulders. Mer. “Still shall my power your arts cenkaan Re-enter Dorus, with Sylvja.

And Cymon's cure shall be Urganda's Fund" Urg. Are you the wietch, the unhappy maid, who

(URGANDA karei kerrond has dared to be the rival of Urganda ?

Wretched Urganda ! your power is gone. Syl. I am the happy maid who possess the affec

Urg. In vain I wave this wand, I feel my pre tions of Cymon.

is gone. Thus I destroy the small remains day Ury. Thou vain rash creature! I will make thee sovereignty. fear my power, and hope for my mercy.

Forgive my errors, and forget my name; (Waves her wrand, and the scene changes to the Oh! drive me hence with penitence and stom: ; Black Rocks.

From Merlin, Cymon, Sylcia, let me fly. Syl. I am still unmoved.

[Smiles.

Beholding them, my shame can never tid. Urg. Thou art on the very brink of perdition, and

Esra. in a moment will be closed in a tower, where thou shalt never see Cymon, or any human being more. Syl. While I have Cymon in my heart, I bear a

SCENE IV.-A splendid Amphitheatre. charm about me, to scorn your power, or, what is more, your cruelty.

A grand entrée of the Knights of the different coden [Music. URGANDA waves her wand, and the

of chivalry. Black Tower appears.

CHORUS Urg. Open the gates, and enclose her insolence for ever.

Happy Arcadia still shall be,
Enter Furies, who seize Sylvia, and put her in the

Ever happy, while sirtuous and free,
Tower.
Now let Merlin release you if he can.

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721 Miss T. But pray, have you made any new dis- Miss T. What do you think the Goth said to me coveries of my lord's gallantry?

yesterday? One of the knots of his tie hanging Ludy M. New discoveries ! why, I saw him my down his left shoulder, and his fringed cravač self yesterday morning in a hackney-coach, with a nicely twisted down his breast, and thrust through minx in a pink cardinal; you shall absolutely burn his gold button-hole, which looked exactly like iny

your's, Tittup, for I shall never bear to see one of little Barbet's head in his gold collar :" Niece that colour again.

Tittup,” cries he, drawing himself up, “I protest Miss T. Sure she does not suspect me. [ Aside.] against this manner of conducting yourself both at 22.And where was your ladyship, pray, when you saw home and abroad."-" What are your objections, him ?

Sir John ?" answered I, a little pertly.-" Various Lady M. Taking the air with Colonel Tivy in his and manifold,” replied he; "I have no time to enucarriage.

merate particulars now, but I will venture to proMiss T. But, my dear Lady Minikin, how can phecy, if you keep whirling round the vortex of panyou be so angry that my lord was hurting your theons, operas, festinos, coteries, masquerades, and pride, as you call it, in the backney-coach, when you all the devilades in this town, your head will be had him so much in your power, in the Colonel's giddy, down you will fall, lose the name of Lucretia, carriage ?

and be called nothing but Tittup ever after. You'll
Lady M. What, with my lord's friend, and my excuse me, cousin !" and so he left me.
friend's lover! [Takes her by the hand. 1 Oh, fie, Lady M. Oh, the barbarian !
is Tittup:

Enter GymP.
Miss T. Pooh, pooh! love and friendship are very
fine names, to be sure, but they are mere visiting

Gymp. A card, your ladyship, from Mrs. Pewitt.
acquaintances: we know their names, indeed; talk

Lady M. Poor Pewitt ! If she can but be seen at of 'em sometimes, and let ’em knock at our doors; public places, with a woman of quality, she's the da but we never let 'em in, you know.

happiest of plebeians. (Reads the card.] Mrs. PeLady M. I vow, Tittup, you are extremely polite. witt's respects to Lady Minikin, and Miss Tittup;

Miss T. I am extremely indifferent in these af- hopes to hare the pleasure of attending them to Lady
fairs, thanks to my education. We must marry, you We'll certainly attend her. Gymp, put some mes-

Filligree's ball this evening. Lady Daisey sees masks.”
know, because other people of fashion marry; but I
should think very meanly of myself, if after 'I were sage-cards upon my toilet, I'll send her an answer
married, I should feel the least concern at all about must make 'some visits for me to-day, again, and

immediately; and tell one of my footmen, that he
my husband.
'Lady M. I hate to praise myself, and yet I may

send me a list of those he made yesterday: he must
with truth aver, that no woman of quality ever had, be sure to call at Lady Pettitoes

, and if she should can bave, or will have, so consummate a contempi unluckily

be at home, he must say that he came to for her lord, as I have for my most honourable and inquire after her sprained ancle. (Erit Gymp. puissant Earl of Minikin, Viscount Perriwinkle,

Miss T. Ay, ay, give our compliments to her
and Baron Titmouse. Ha, ha, ha!

sprained ancle.
Miss T. But, is it not strange, Lady Minikin, well of it; and I am resolved not to call at her door

Lady M. That woman's so fat, she'll never get
that merely his being your husband should create myself

, till I am sure of not tinding her at home. I such indifference ? for certainly, in every other eye, am horribly low-spirited to-day. Do send your his lordship has great accomplishments.

Lady M. Accomplishments! thy head is certainly Colonel to play at chess with me : since he belonged
turned: if you know any of 'em, pray let's have to you, Titty, I have taken a kind of liking to him;
'em; they are a novelty, and will amuse me.

I like everything that loves my Titty.
Miss 1. Imprimis, he is man of quality

Miss T. I know you do, my dear lady.
Lady M. Which, to be sure, includes all the car. I shall hate her. (Aside.) Well, dear Titty, I'll go

Lady M. That sneer I don't like; if she suspects,
dinal virtues. Poor girl! go on!
Miss T. He is a very handsome man.

and write my cards, and dress for the masquerade,
Lady M. He has a very bad constitution.

and if that won't raise my spirits, you must assist me Miss T. He has wit.

to plague my lord a little.

Erit.
Lady M. He is a lord, and a little goes a great I am much mistaken. My lord shall know every

Miss T. Yes, and I'll plague my lady a little, or
way.
Miss T. He has great good nature.

tittle that has passed. What a poor, blind, halt-
Lady M. No wonder-he's a fool.

witted, self-conceited creature this dear friend and Miss T. And then his fortune, you'll allow

relation of mine is ! and what a fine, spirited, gal-
Lady M. Was a great one but he games, and, if lant soldier my Colonel is! My Lady Minikin likes
fairly, he's undone ; if not, he deserves to be hanged; him, he likes my fortune; my lord likes me, and I
and so, exit my Lord Minikin. And now, let your or to play the fool so rashly as he may expect.

my lord ; however, not so much as he imagines,
wise uncle, and my good cousin Sir Jobo Trotley, What a great revolution in this family, in the space
baronet, enter; where is he, pray?
Miss T. In his own room,

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of fifteen months! We went out of England, a very

suppose, reading
pamphlets and newspapers against the enormities of awkward, regular, good English family; but half a
- apertuli the times; if he stays here a week longer, notwith year in France, and a winter passed in the warmer

standing my expectations from him, I shall certainly climate of Italy, have ripened our minds to every
affront him.

refinement of ease, dissipation, and pleasure.
Lady M. I am a great favourite ; but it is impos-

Enter Colonel Tivy.
sible much longer to act up to his very righteous Col. T. May I hope, madam, that your humble
idea of things. Is it not pleasant to hear him abuse servant had some share in your last reverie ?
everybody, and everything, and yet always finish- Miss T. How is it possible to have the least know-
ing with a " You'll excuse me, cousin !" Ha, ha, ledge of Colonel Tivy, and not make him the pria.
ha!

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y conscience, I must try; but what can be extendre for each other, she certainly would proclaim Scted from the young women of these times, but it, and then Blow looks, wild schemes, saucy words, and loose Lord M. We should be envied, and she would be korals! They lie a-bed all day, sit up all night; if laughed at, my sweet cousin. ley are silent, they are gaming, and if they talk, Miss T. Nay, I would have her mortified too; for is either scandal or infidelity; and that they may though I love her ladyship sincerely, I cannot say rok what they are, their heads are all feather, and but I love a little mischief as sincerely; but, then, bund their necks are twisted rattle-snake tippets. if my uncle Trotley should know of our affairs, he is I tempora, O mores!

(Exit. so old-fashioned, prudish, and out-of-the-way, he

would either strike me out of his will, or insist upon SCENE II.-Lord Minikin's Dressing-room. my quitting the house.

Lord M. My good cousin is a queer mortal, that's ord Minikin discovered in his dressing-gown, with certain ; I wish we could get hiin handsomely into JESSAMY and MIGNON.

the country again. He has a tine fortune to leave i Lord M. Pr’ythee, Mignon, don't plague me any

behind him. Bore; dost think that a nobleman's head has nothing

Miss T. But then he lives so regularly, and never o do but he tortured all day under thy infernal makes use of a physician, that he may live these ingers ? Give me my clothes.

twenty years. Mignon. Ven you lose your money, my lor, you

Lord M. What can we do with the barbarian ? 10 goot humour; the devil may dress your cheveu

Miss T. I don't know what's the matter with me, for me!

(Erit.

but I am really in fear of him; I suppose, reading Lord M. That fellow's an impudent rascal; but his formal books when I was in the country with he's a genius, so I must bear with him. Oh, my him, and going so constantly to churcb, with my head !-a chair, Jessamy! I must absolutely change elbows stuck to my hips, and my toes turned in, my, wine-merchant; I can't taste his champagne have given me these foolish prejudices. without disordering myself for a week. Heigho!

Lord M. Then you must affront him, or you'll

never get the better of him. Enter Miss Tuttup.

Sir I. (Knocking without.] My lord, my lord, are Miss T. What makes you sigh, my lord ?

you busy? Lord M. Because you were so near me, child. Miss T. Heavens! 'tis that detestable brute, my

Miss T. Indeed! I should rather have thought uncle ! my lady had been with you. By your looks, my Lord M. That horrid dog, my cousin ! lord, I am afraid Fortune jilted you last night. Miss T. What shall we do, my lord ?

Lord M. No, faith! our champagne was not good Sir J. Nay, my lord, my lord, I heard you; pray yesterday, and I am vapoured like our English No. let me speak with you. vember; but one glance of my Tittup can dispel Lord M. Oh! Sir John, is it you ? I beg your vapours like-like

pardon, I'll put up my papers, and open the door. Miss T. Like something very fine, to be sure: Miss T. Stay, stay, my lord; I would not meet rut pray keep your simile for the next time; and him now for the world; if he sees me here alone varkye! a little prudence will not be amiss ; Mr. with you, he'll rave like a madman: put me up the 'essamy will think you mad, and me worse. chimney; anywhere.

(Half aside. Lord M. (Aloud.) I'm coming, Sir John! Here, Jes. Oh! pray don't mind me, madam.

here! get behind my great chair; he sha'n't see Lord M. Gadso! Jessamy, look out my domino, you, and you may see all; I'll be short and pleasant god I'll ring the bell when I want you.

with him. Jes. I shall, my lord. Miss thinks that everybody (Puts her behind the chair, and opens the door. blind in the house but herself. [.Aside, and exii

. Enter Sir John.-(During this scene Lord MINIKIN Miss T. Upon my word, my lord, you must be a turns the chair, as Sir John moves, to conceal ttle more prudent, or we shall become the townUk.

Sir J. You'll excuse me, my lord, that I have Lord M. And so I will, my dear; and therefore, broken in upon you: I heard you talking pretty prevent surprise, I'll lock the door.

loud. What have you nobody with you? what were Miss 1. What do you mean, my lord ?

you about, cousin ?

| Looking about. Lord M. Prudence, child, prudence; I keep all Lord M. A particular affair, Sir John: I always y jewels under lock and key.

lock myself up to study my speeches, and speak Miss T. You are not in possession yet, my lord. them aloud for the sake of the tone and action. cannot stay two minutes; I only came to tell you Sir J. (Sits down. Ay, ay, 'tis the best way. I at Lady Minikin saw us yesterday, in the hack am sorry I disturbed you; you'll excuse me, cousin!

-coach: she did not know me, I believe; she Lord M. I am rather obliged to you, Sir John; etends to be greatly uneasy at your neglect of her; intense application to these things ruins my health;

certainly has some mischief in her head. but one must do it for the sake of the nation. Lord M. No intentions, I hope, of being fond of Sir J. May be so: I hope the nation will be the

better for't-you'll excuse me! Miss T. No, no, make yourself easy; she hates Lord M. Excuse me, Sir John: I love your frank. ju most unalterably.

ness. But why won't you be franker still? we have Lord M. You have given me spirits again. always something for dinner, and you will never Miss T. Her pride is alarmed, that you should dine at home. refer any of the sex to her.

Sir J. You must know, my lord, that I love to Lord M. Her pride, then, has been alarmed ever know what I eat ;-I hate to travel, where I don't ace I had the honour of knowing her.

know my way: and since you have brought in Miu T. Bat, dear my lord, let us be merry and foreign fashions and figaries, everything and every. ise; should she ever be convinced that we have a body are in masquerade : your men and manners,

Miss T.)

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