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Mel. O my word, Brisk, that was a bome thrust: Care. Was thom eser sech a fury: you have silenced him.

us! proroct. What followed ? Brisk. Oh! my dear Mellefont, let me perish, if

Del. It was long before either of us thou art not the soul of conversation, the yer es- sion bad tied her tongue, and amazemes sence of wit, and spirit of wine. The deuce take short, the consequence was thus: ske a me, if there were three good sings said, or one thing that the most violent love cock. understood, since the potation from the body of tender words express; which when she si our society.

ere, he! I think that's pretty and effect, but still I pleaded boncar and are metarental enough: egad! I could not have said blood to my uncle, then came the store in a out of thy company. Careless, eh!

first; for, starting from my bed-side, Lee Care. Hum! ay, what is it?

flew to my sword, and with much an, I, Brisk. Oh, mon cæur! What is it! Nay, 'gad! her doing me or herself a miscbet. H I'll punish you for want of apprehension : the deuce armed her, in a gust of passion ske leit a take me if I tell you.

a resolution, confirmed by a thousari , Mel. No, no; hang him, he has no taste. But, close her eyes till they had seen my run. dear Brisk, excuse me; I have a little business. Care. Exquisite woman! Bat, watu

Care. Pr'ythee, get thee gone; thou seest we are does she think thou best no more sense serious.

inherit thyself? For, as I take it, this Mei. We'll come immediately, if you'll but go in, upon you is with a proviso that your ancie : and keep up good humour and sense in the com- children. pany: pr’ythee, do; they'll fall asleep else.

Mel. It is so. Well, the service you ar Brisk. Égad: so they will. Well, I will, I will: me will be a pleasure to yourself 1 mes ; 'gad ! you shall command me from the zenith to the to engage my Lady Pliant all this evening. nadir. But, the deuce take me, if I say a good thing pious aunt may not work ber to der interes till you come. But, prythee, dear rogue, make if you chance to secure ber ta yourself haste; pr’ythee make haste, I shall burst else. incline her to mine. She's handsome, and And yonder your uncle, my Lord Touchwood, it; is very silly, and thinks she has sexe; swears he'll disinherit you; and Sir Paul Pliant an old fond husband. threatens to disclaim you for a son-in-law; and my Care. I confess, a very fair founiata ixa. Lord Froth won't dance at your wedding to-mor- to build upon. row; nor, the deuce take me, I won't write your Mel. For my Lord Froth, he and his as epithalamium; and see what a condition you're like sufficiently taken up with admiring en to be brought to.

and Brisk's gallantry, as they call it. 13. Mel. Well, I'll speak but three words, and follow my uncle myself; and Jack Masksel bas you.

me to watch my aunt narrowly, and give Brisk. Enough, enough. Careless, bring your upon any suspicion. As for Sir Pee! apprehension with you.

(Erit. father-in-law that is to be, my dear CD Care. Pert coxcomb !

such a share in his fatheriy fondaess, be Mel. 'Faith! 'tis a good-natured coxcomb, and scarce make her a moment uneasy to bart en has very entertaining follies: you must be more hereafter. humane to him; at this juncture it will do me ser- Care. So, you have manned your works; vice. I'll tell you, I would have mirth continued wish you may not have the weakest guard where this day at any rate, though patience purchase enemy is strongest. folly, and attention be paid with noise: there are Mei. Maskwell, you mean? Proyther, aby se times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as you suspect him ? truth. Pr'ythee, do thou wear none to-day; but Care. 'Faith! I cannot belp it: in allow Brisk to nave wit, that thou may'st seem a fool. never liked him; I am a little supersuas =

Care. Why, how now? Why this extravagant siognomy, proposition ?

Mel. He has obligations of gratitude s . Mel. Oh! I would have no room for serious de- to me; his dependence upon my rancs sigu, for I am jealous of a plot. I would have noise my means. and impertinence keep my Lady Touchwood's head *Care. Upon your aunt, you ma from working.

Mel. My aunt ? Care. thought your fear of her had been over, Care. I'm mistaken if there be Is not to-morrow appointed for your marriage with between them you do not suspect, for al Cynthia ? and her father, Sir Paul Pliant, come to for you. seitle the writings this day, on purpose ?

Mel. Pooh, pooh! nothing in the cit. Mel. True ; but you shall judge whether I have design to do me service; and be eoders not reason to be alarmed. None, besides you and well in her esteem, that he may be able Maskwell, are acquainted with the secret of my Care. Well, I shall be glad to be smatra aunt Touchwood's violent passion for me. Since your aunt's aversion, in her revenge, cam. : my first refusal of her addresses, she has endea. I way so effectually shewn as in pruzzatiaga youred to do me all ill offices with my uncle; yet to disinherit you. She is hand de som has managed them with that subtilty, that to him and naturally amorous ; Maskwell as desde they have borne the face of kindness; while her at best, and opportunities between them. malice, like a dark lanthorn, only shone upon me, quent. His affection to you, you bases where it was directed: but whether urged by her is grounded upon his interest; that you love despair, and the short prospect of time she saw to planted; and should it take root in my lady. I accomplish her designs; whether the hopes of re- see what you can expect from the fruita venge, or of her love, terminated in the view of this Mel. I confess the consequence s ro my marriage with Cynthia, I know not; but this your suspicions just. morning she surprised me in my own chamber.

But see, the o broken up: let's meet them.

le.

- Lord Touchwoon, Sir Paul Pinxt, Lord true, it makes against wit, and I'm sorry for some Froth, and Brisk.

friends of mine that write ; but, egad! I love to be

malicious. Nay, deuce take me, there's wit in't, rd T. Out upon it, nephew! leave your father- too ; and wit must be foiled by wit : cut a diamond v and me to maintain our ground against young with a diamond; no other way, egad!

Lord F. Oh! I thought you would not be long el. I beg your lordship's pardon; we were just before you found out the wit

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Care. Wit in what? Where the devil's the wit, r P. Were you, son ? Gadsbud ! much better in not laughing when a man has a mind to't ? . is. Good, strange! I swear I'm almost tipsy; Brisk. Oh Lord! why, can't you and it out ? er bottle would have been too powerful for me, Why, there 'tis, in the not laughing. Don't you are as can be, it would. We wanted your com- apprehend me? My lord, Careless is a very honest y; but Mr. Brisk, where is he? I swear and vow fellow; but, harkye ! -you understand me-somea most facetious person, and the best company; what heavy; a little shallow, or so. Why, I'll tell

my Lord Froth, your lordship is so merry a you now: suppose now you come up to menny, ! He, he, he !

pr'ythee, Careless, be instructed-suppose, as I was ord F. Oh, fie! Sir Paul, what do you mean? saying, you come up to me, holding your sides, and rry! Oh, barbarous ! I'd as lieve you called me laughing as if you would-Well, I look grave, and 1.

ask the cause of this immoderate mirth : you laugla Sur P. Nay, I protest and vow, now, 'tis true; on still, and are not able to tell me : still I look en Mr. Brisk jokes, your lordship's laugh does grave; not so much as smile become you! He, he, he !

Care. Smile ! no; what the devil should you Lord F. Ridiculous! Sir Paul, you're strangely smile at, when you suppose I can't tell you ? staken. I find champagne is powerful. I assure Brisk. Psha, psha! pr’ythee, don't interrupt me: u, Sir Paul, I laugh at nobody's jest but my own, but I tell you, you shall tell me at last; but it shall a lady's; I assure you, Sir Paul.

be a great while first. (Lord T., MELLEFONT, and CARELESS talk apart. Care. Well, but pr’ythee, don't let it be a great Brisk. How ? how, my lord? What, affront my while, because I long to have it over.

Let me perish, do I never say auything Brisk. Well, then, you tell me some good jest, or orthy to be laughed at ?

very witty thing, laughing, all the while as if you Lord F. Oh, fie ! don't misapprehend me: I don't were ready to die, and I hear it, and look thus; y so; for I often smile at your conceptions. But would not you be disappointed ? here is nothing more unbecoming a man of quality Care. No ; for if it were a witty thing, I should an to laugh; 'tis such a vulgar expression of the not expect you to understand it. assion ! everybody can laugh. Then, especially, Lord F. Oh, fie ! Mr. Carelcss; all the world alo laugh at the jest of an inferior person, or when lows Mr. Brisk to have wit: my wife says he has a nybody else of the same quality does not laugh great deal; I hope you think her a judge. with him: ridiculous! to be pleased with what Brisk. Pooh! my lord, his voice goes for nothing. leases the crowd! Now, when I laugh, I always I can't tell how to make him apprehend. Take it augh alone.

t'other way: suppose I say a witty thing to you. Brisk. I suppose that's because you laugh at your

[To CARELESS. own jests, egad! Ha, ha, ha!

Care. Then I shall be disappointed, indeed. Lord F. He, he! I swear, though, your raillery Mel. Let him alone, Brisk; he is obstinately provokes ine to a smile.

bent not to be instructed. Brik. Ay, my lord, it's a sign I hit you in the Brisk. I'm sorry for him, the deuce take me ! teeth, if you shew them.

Mel. Shall we go to the ladies, my lord ? Lord F. He, he, he! I swear, that's so very Lord F. With all my heart; mcthinks, we are a pretty, I can't forbear.

solitude without them. Lord T. Sir Paul, if you please, we'll retire to Mel. Or, what say you to another bottle of chamthe ladies, and drink a dish of tea to settle our pague? heads

Lord F. Oh! for the universe, not a drop more, Sir P. With all my heart. Mr. Brisk, you'll ! beseech you. Oh! intemperate! I have a dushcome to us : or call me when you're going to joke; ing in my face already. I'll be ready to laugh incontinently.

( Takes out a pocket-glass and looks in it. (Érit with Lord T. Brisk. Let me see, let me see, my lord. I broke Mel. But does your lordship never see comedics ? my glass that was in the lid of my snuff-box. Hum! Lord F. Oh! yes, sometimes; but I never laugh. Deuce take me, I have encouraged a pimple here, Mel. No !

too.

[Takes the glass and looks in it. Lord F. Oh! no. Never laugh, indeed, sir. Lord F. Then you must fortify him with a patch; Care. No! why, what d'ye go there for ? my wife shall supply you. Come, gentlemen, allons! Lord F. To distinguish myself from the com

(Eseuni. monalty, and mortify the poets; the fellows grow $o conceited when any of their foolish wit prevails

Enter MASKWELL and Lady Touchwood. upon the side-boxes! I swear-he, he, he !--I have Lady T. I'll hear no more. You're false and un. often constrained my inclinations to laugh-he, he, grateful; come, I know you false. be !--to avoid giving them encouragement.

Mask. I have been frail, I confess, madam, for Mel. You are cruel to yourself, my lord, as well your ladyship's service. as malicious to them.

Lady T. 'That I should trust a man whom I had Lord F. I confess I did myself some violence at known betray his friend! first; but now I think I have conquered it. Mask.. What friend have I betrayed ? or to whom ?

Briak. Let me perish, my lord, but there is some- Lady T. Your fond friend, Mellefont, and to me; thing very particular and novel in the humour; 'tis can you deny it?

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Mask. I do not.

edged young Mellefont upon the brink, Lady T. Have you not wronged my lord, who left him nought but you to catch at for has been a father to you in your wants, and given Lady T. Again provoke me! Dan you being? Have you not wronged him in the like a larum, only to rouse my own stil highest manner?

your diversion ? Coafusion ! Mask. With your ladyship’s help, and for your Mask. Nay, madam, I'm gone, if service, as I told you before; I can't deny that What needs this? I say nothing but neither. Anything more, madam ?

in open hours of love, have told me Lady 7. More, audacious villain! Oh! what's you deny it? nay, how can you? La more is most my shame. Have you not disho- present beat owing to the same śre ! Boured me?

love him still ? How have I this day of Mask. No, that I deny; for I never told in all but in not breaking off his match my life; so that aceusation's answered: on to the which ere to-morrow, shall be done, L= next.

patience. Lady T. Death! do you dally with my passion ? Lady T. How ! what said you, Mask Insolent devil! But have a care; provoke me not; other caprice to unwind my temper? you shall not escape my vengeance. Calm villain! Mask. No, by my love. I am yeur slas how unconcerned he stands, confessing treachery of all your pleasures; and will not rest and ingratitude ! Is there a vice more black? Ohi given you peace, would you suffer me. I have excuses, thousands, for my faults: fire in my Lady T. Oh! Maskwell, in vain de temper; passions in my soul, apt to every provoca- me from thee; thou knowest me; kusat tion; oppressed at once with love and with despair. inmost windings and recesses of my s But a sedate, a thinking villain, whose black blood Mellefont !-Married to-morros - Despa runs temperately bad, what excuse can clear? me. Yet my soul knows I hate him, tro:

Mark. Will you be in temper, madam? I would but once be mine, and next immediate m not talk to be heard. I have been a very great him. rogue for your sake, and you reproach me with it; Mask. Compose yourself; you shall be I am ready to be a rogue still to do you service: wish. Will that please you ? and you are flinging conscience and honour in my Lady T. How, how? thou dear, the face, to rebate my inclinations. How am I to be- villain, how? have myself? You know I am your creature; my

Mask. You have already been campegni life and fortune in your power; to disoblige you Lady Pliant? brings me certain ruin. Allow it, I would betray Lady T. I have: she is ready for ay you, I would not be a traitor to myself: I don't pre- I think fit. tend to honesty, because you know I am a rascal : Mask. She must be thoroughly persuader te but I would convince you, from the necessity of my Mellefont loves her. being firm to you.

Lady T. She is so credulous that way satu Lady T. Necessity, impudence! Can no grati and likes him so well, that she will believe it is tude incline you ? no obligations touch you? Were than I can persuade her. But I don't see what you not in the nature of a servant ? and have not I, can propose from sal a tribing desga; far is in effect, made you lord of all, of me, and of my first conversing with Hellefont wil esavince her lord? Where is that humble love, the lauguishing, the contrary, that adoration which was once paid me, and ever- Mask. I know it. I don't depend upon it; but lastingly engaged ?

it will prepare something else, and gain us leisure Mask: Fixed, rooted in my heart, whence nothing to las a stronger pla: if I gain a little time, Ita! can remove them; yet you

not want contrivance, Lady T. Yet! what yet?

One minute gives invention to destrog Musk. Nay, misconceive me not, madam, when I What, to rebuild, ul a wide sve tady say I have had a generous and a faithful passion, which you had never favoured but through revenge and policy

Lady i. Ha!
Mask. Look you, madam, we are alone, pray

ACT 11.
contain yourself, and hear me. You know you
loved your nephew when I first sighed for you; I

SCENE I.--The sami, quickly found it: an argument that I loved ; for, with that art you veiled your passion, 'twas imper.

Enter Lady Froth and Cerisie ceptible to all but jealous eyes. This discovery Cyn. Indeed, madam! is it possible per laju made me bold, I confess it; fór by it I thought you ship could have been so much in love? in my power: your nephew's scora of you added to Lady F. I could not sleep: I did not sleep my hopes ; I watched the occasion, and took you, wink for three weeks together. just repulsed by him, warm at once with love and Cyn. Prodigious! I wonder want of sleep, så indignation ; your disposition, my arguments, and so much love, and so much wit as your ladyship be happy opportunity, accomplished my design. How did not turn your brain. I have loved you since, words have not shewn; then Lady F. Oh! my dear Cynthia, you must at how should words express ?

rally your friend. But, really, as you say, les Lady T. Well, mollifying devil! and have I not der, too. But then, I had a way; for, beisena met your love with forward fire ? ! !

and I, I had whimsies and vapours; but I can Mask, Your zeal, I grant, was ardent, but mis- them vent. placod; there was revenge in view; that woman's Cyn. How, pray, madam ? idol had defiled the temple of the god, and love was Lady F. Oh! I writ; writ abundantly. De pak made a mock-worship. 'A son and heir would bave never write ?

Write! what ?

Brisk. Never anything—but your ladyship, let F. Songs, elegies, satires, encomiunis, me perish. ries, lampoons, plays, or heroic poems. Lady F. Oh! prettily turned again! let me die

Oh Lord! pot I, madam : I'm coutent to be but you have a great deal of wit. Mr. Mellefont, eous reader.

don't you think Mr. Brisk has a world of wit ? y F. Oh, inconsistent! In love, and not Mel. Oh! yes, madam.

If my lord and I had been both of your Brisk. Oh dear! madam. r, we should never have come together. Oh! Lady F. An infinite deal. ne! what a sad thing would that have been, Brisk. Oh beavens ! madam. lord and I should never have met !

Lady F. More wit than anybody. 1. Then neither my lord nor you would ever Brisk. I'm everlastingly your humble servant, net with your match, on my conscience. deuce take me, madam. ly F. On my conscieuce, no more we should ; Lord F. Don't you think us a hapry couple ? say'st right; for sure, my Lord Froth is as

[ To CYNTHIA gentleman, and as much a man of quality! Cyn. I vow, my lord, I think you are the happinothing at all of the common air. "I think I est couple in the world ; for you're not only happy say he wants nothing but a blue ribbon and a in one another, and when you are together, but o make him shine the very phosphorus of our happy in yourselves, and by yourselves. sphere. Do you understand those two hard Lord f. I hope Mellefom will make a good huss? If you don't, I'll explain them to you. band, too. m. Yes, yes, madam, I'm not so ignorant. At Cyn. "T'is my interest to believe he will, my lord.

I won't own it, to be troubled with your in- Lord F. D'ye think he'll love you as well as I tions.

[ Aside. do my wife? I'm afraid not. ady F. Nay, 1 beg your pardon ; but being de- Cyn. I believe he'll love me better. 1 from the Greek, I thonght you might have Lord F. Heavens! that can never be: but why ped the etymology. But I'm the more amazed, do you think so ? od you a woman of letters, and not write. Bless Cyn. Because he has not so much reason to be how can Mellefont believe you love him? fond of bimself. yn. Why, 'faith! madam, he that won't take Lord F. Oh! your humble servant for that, dear word shall never have it under my hand. madam. Well, Mellefont, you'll be a happy creaady F. I vow, Mellefont's a pretty gentleman; ture, methinks he wants a manner.

Mel. Ay, my lord, I shall have the same reason yn. A manner! what's that, madam?

for my happiness that your lordship has, I shall Lady F. Some distinguishing quality; as, for think myself bappy. imple, the bel air, or brilliant, of Mr. Brisk; the Lord F. Ah! that's all. Pmnity, yet complaisance, of my lord; or some- Brisk. Your ladyship is in the right : [To Lady ng of his own, that he should look a little je ne F.) but, egad! I'm wholly turned into satire. I $ quoi-ish; he is too much a mediocrity, in my confess I write but seldom; but when I do-keen

iambics, egad! But my lord was telling me, your Cyn. He does not, indeed, affect either pertness ladyship has made an essay toward an heroic poem. formality; for which I like him: here he comes. Lady F. Did my lord tell you ? Yes, I vow, and Lady F. And my lord with him: pray, observe the subject is my lord's love to me. And what do e difference.

you think I call it? I dare swear you won't guess Enter Lord FROTH, MELLEFONT, and Brtsk. -The Syllabub. Ha, ha, ha! Cyn. Impertinent creature! I could almost be Brisk. Because my lord's title's Froth, egad! Ha, agry with her now.

(Aside. ha, ha! Deuce take me! very apropos and surprisLady F. My lord, I have been telling Cynthia ing. Ha, ha, ha! ow much I have been in love with you; I swear I Lady F. Eh ! ay, is not it? And then, I call my ave; I'm not ashamed to own it now; ah! it lord, Spumoso; and myself—what d'ye think I call aakes my heart leap; I vow I sigh when I think myself? a't. My dear lordha, ha, ha !do you remem- Brisk. Laetilla, may be : 'gad! I cannot tell.

Lady F. Biddy, that's all; just my own name. (Squeezes him by the hand, looks kindly on kim, Brisk. Biddy! Egad! very pretty : deuce take *sighs, and then laughs out.

me, if your ladyship has not the art of surprising Lord Ě. Pleasant creature ! Perfectly well. Ah! the most naturally in the world. I hope you'll that look; ay, there it is ; who could resist? 'Twas make me happy in communicating the poem. so my heart was made a captive first, and ever since Lady F. Oh! you must be my confidant. I must it has been in love with happy slavery.

ask your advice. Lady F. Oh! that tongue, that dear deceitful Brisk. I'm your humble servant, let me perish. tongue! that charming softness in your mion and I presume your ladyship has read Bossu ? your expression! and then your bow! Good, my Lady F. Oh! yes; and Rapin, and Dacier upon jord, bow as you did when I gave you my picture. Aristotle and Horace. My lord, you must not be Here, suppose this my picture. (Gives him a pockel- jealous, I'm communicating all to Mr. Brisk. glas.) Pray, mind my lord ; ah! he bows charm- Lord F. No, no; I'll allow Mr. Brisk. Have you ingly. (Lord Froru bous profoundly here, then kisses nothing about you to show him, my dear? the glass. Nay, my lord, you sha'n't kiss it so Lady F. Yes, I believe I have. Mr. Brisk, come, much; i shall grow jealous, I vow now.

will you go into the next room? and there I'll Lord F. I saw myself there, and kissed it for your show you what I have. [Erit with BRISK.

Lord F. I'll walk a tum in the garden, and come Lady F. Ah! gallantry to the last degree. Mr. to you.

[Erit. Brisk, you're a judge; was ever anything so well Mel. You're thoughtful, Cynthia. bred as my lord ?

Cyn, I'm thinking that though marriage makes

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man and wife one flesh, it leaves them still two then: I am convinced, as far as passion will pe fools; and they become more conspicuous by setting mit. (Sir P. and Lady P. come up to MELLEFONt. off one another.

Lady P. Inhuman and treacherous, Mel. That's only when two fools meet, and their Sir P. Thou serpent and first tempter of womirfollies are opposed.

kindCyn. Nay, I have known two wits meet, and by Cyn. Bless me! sir-madam-what mean you! the opposition of their wit, render themselves as ri- Sir P. Thy, Thy, come away, Thy; touch bin diculous as fools. Matrimony is a hazardous game not: come hither, girl: go not near him, there's to engage in. What think you of drawing stakes, nothing but deceit about him; snakes are in this and giving over in time?

looks, and the crocodile of Nilas in his wicked ap Mel. No, hang it, that's not endeavouring to win, petite; he would devour thy fortune, and starve sbecause it's possible we may lose ; since we have thee alive. shuffled and cut, let's c'en turn up trump now.

Lady P. Dishonourable, impudent creature! Cyn. Then I find it's like cards; if either of us Mel. For heaven's sake, madam, to whom do you have a good hand, it is an accident of fortune. direct this language ?

Mel. No, marriage is rather like a game at bowls; Lady P. Have I behaved myself with all the dofortune, indeed, makes the match, and the two corum and nicety befitting the person of Sir Paul's nearest, and sometimes the two furthest are together; wife; have I preserved my honour as it were in a but the game depends entirely upon judgment. snow-house; have I, I say, preserved myself like a

Cyn. Still it is a game, and, consequently, one of fair sheet of paper, for you to make a blot upea ? us must be a loser.

Sir P. And she shall make a simile with any woMel. Not at all; only a friendly trial of skill, and man in England. the winnings to be laid out in an entertainment Mel. I am so amazed, I know not what to say.

Sir P. Do you think my daughter-this pretty Enter Sir Paul and Lady PLIANT.

creature-Gadsbud! she's a wife for a cherubinSir P. Gadsbud! I am provoked into a fermenta Do you think her fit for nothing but to be a stalktion, as my Lady Froth says. Was ever the like ing-horse, to stand before you while you take aim read of in story?

at my wife? Gadsbud! I was never angry before in Lady P. Sir Paul, have patience, let me alone to my life, and I'll never be appeased again. rattle him up.

Mel. Confusion! this is my aunt; suck malice Sir P. Pray, your ladyship, give me leave to be can be engendered no where else. (Aside. angry; I'll rattle him up, I warrant you ; I'll teach Lady P. Sir Paul, take Cynthia from his sight; nim, with a certiorari, to make love to my wife. leave me to strike him with the remorse of his in

Lady P. You teach him! I'll teach him myself; tended crime. 80, pray, Sir Paul, hold you contented.

Cyn. Pray, sir, stay; hear him; I dare affira Sir é. Hold yourself contented, my Lady Pliant; he's innocent. I find passion coming upon me even to despera- Sir P. Innocent! why, harkye! come hither, tion, and I cannot submit as formerly, therefore Thy; harkye! I had it from his annt, my sister give way.

Touchwood. Gadsbud! he does not care a farthing Lady' P. How now? will you be pleased to retire, for anything of thee, but thy portion; why, he's in and

love with my wife; he would have tantalized thee, Sir P. No, marry, will I not be pleased; I am and dishonoured thy poor father, and that would pleased to be angry, that's my pleasure at this time. certainly have broken my heart. I'm sure, if ever Mel. What can this mean?

I should have horns, they would kill me; they would Lady P. 'Gads my life! the man's distracted. never come kindly; I should die of 'em, like any Why, how now! who are you? What am I? Slid-child that was cutting his teeth; I should, indeed, ikins! can't I govem you? What did I marry you Thy; therefore, come away; but Providence has for ? Am I not to be absolute and uncontrollable ? prevented all, therefore, come away when I bid you. Is it fit a woman of my spirit and conduct should Cyn. I must obey.

(Exit with Sir P. be contradicted in a matter of this concern ?

Lady P. Oh! such a thing! the impiety of it Sir P. It concerns me, and only me; besides, startles me; to wrong so good, so fair a creature, I'm not to be governed at all times. When I am and one that loves you tenderly : 'tis a barbarity of in tranquillity, my Lady Pliant shall command Sir barbarities, and nothing could be guilty of itPaul; but when I'm provoked to fury, I cannot in- Mel. But the greatest villain imagination can corporate with patience and reason; as soon may form, I grant it; and next to the villany of such a tigers match with tigers, lambs with lambs, and fact, is the villany of aspersing me with the guilt every creature couple with its foe, as the poet says. How? which way was I to wrong her? for yet I

Lady P. He's hot-headed still! 'Tis in vain to understand you not. talk to you ; but remember I have a curtain-lecture Lady P. Why, gads my life! cousin Mellefont, for you, you disobedient, headstrong brute. you cannot be so peremptory as to deny it, when I

Sir P. No, 'tis because I won't be headstrong; tax you with it to your face; for, now Sir Paul's because I won't be a brute, and have my head for- gone, you are corum nobus. tified, that I am thus exasperated. But I will pro- Mel. By heaven, I love her more than life, or tect my honour: and yonder is the violator of my Lady P. Fiddle, faddle! don't tell me of this and fame.

that, and everything in the world; but give me Lady P. 'Tis my honour that is concerned, and mathemacular demonstration, answer me directly. the violation was intended to me. Your honour! But I have not patience. Oh! the impiety of it, as you have none, but what is in my keeping, and 1 I was saying, and the unparalleled wickedness! O, can dispose of it when I please; therefore, don't merciful father! how could you think to renerse provoke me.

nature so, to make the daughter the means of Sir P. Hum! gadsbud ! she says true. [Aside.1 curing the mother ! Well, my lady, march on; I will fight under you,

Mel. The daughter procure the mother! Hum! gais lady, marvis

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