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nies to the black queen of Morocco, when I took him to follow me. (Re-enter Flanigan.) Heh, ecod, I think he looks so well, that I don't care if I have a suit from the same place for myself.
Honeywood. Well, well, I hear the lady coming. Dear Mr. Twitch, I beg you'll give your friend directions not to speak. As for yourself, I know you will say nothing without being directed.
me; I'll shew the lady that I have fomething to say for myself as well as another. One man has one way of talking, and another man has another, that's all the difference between them.
Enter Mifs RICHLAND and her MAID.
Miss RICHLAND. You'll be surpriz'd, Sir, with this visit. But you know I'm yet to thank you for chusing my little library.
HONEYWOOD. Thanks, madam, are unnecessary; as it was I that was obliged by your commands. Chairs here. Two of my very good friends, Mr. Twitch and Mr. Flanigan. Pray, gentlemen, fit without ceremony.
Miss RICHLAND. Who can these odd-looking men be! I fear it is as I was informed. It must be lo. (Afidi.)
BAILIFF, after a Pause. Pretty weather, very pretty weather for the time of the year, madam.
Honeywood. You officers are generally favourites among the ladies. My friends, madam, have been upon very disagreeable duty, I assure you. The fair should, in some measure, recompence the toils of the brave!
Miss RICHLAND. Our officers do indeed deferve every favour. The gentlemen are in the marine service, I presume, Sir ?
HONEYWOOD. Why, madam, they do-occasionally serve in the fleet, madam. A dangerous service!
Miss RICHLAND. I'm told so. And I own, it has often surprized me, that while we have had so many instances of bravery there, we have had so few of wit at home to praise it.
HoneyWOOD. I grant, madam, that our poets have not written as our soldiers have fought; but they have done all they could, and Hawke or Amherst could do do
Miss Rich LAND. I'm quite displeased when I see a fine subject fpoil. ed by a dull writer.
HONEYWOOD. We should not be so severe against dull writers, madam. It is ten to one, but the dullest writer exceeds the most rigid French critic who prefumes to despise him.
FOLLOWER. Damn the French, the parle vous, and all that belongs to them.
HONEYwood. Ha, ha, ha! honeft Mr. Flanigan. A true Eng. lifh officer, madam ; he's not contented with beating the French, but he will scold them too.
Miss RICHLAND. Yet, Mr. Honeywood, this does not convince me but that severity in criticism is necessary. It was our first adopting the severity of French taste, that has brought them in turn to taste us.
What makes the bread rising? the parle vous that devour us. What makes the mutton fivepence a pound ? the parle vous that eat
it up. What makes the beer threepence-halfpenny a pot ?
HONEYWOOD. Ah! the vulgar rogues; all will be out. (Afde.) Right, gentlemen, very right, upon my word, and quite to the purpose. They draw a parallel, madam, between the mental taste and that of our senses. We are injured as much by French severity in the one, as by French rapacity in the other. That's their meaning
Miss RICHLAND. Though I don't see the force of the parallel, yet, I'll own, that we should sometimes pardon books, as we do our friends, that have now and then agreeable absurdities to recommend them.
Bailiff. That's all my eye. The king only can pardon, as the laws says : for, set in case
Honeywood. I'm quite of your opinion, Sir. I see the whole drift of your argument. Yes, certainly, our presuming to pardon any work, is arrogating a power that belongs to a another. If all have power to condemn, what writer can be free?
BRILIFF. By his habus corpus.
His habus corpus can fet him free at any time: for, fet in case
HONEYWOOD. I'm obliged to you, Sir, for the hint. If, madam, as my friend observes, our laws are so careful
of a gentleman's person, sure we ought to be equal. ly careful of his dearer part, his fame.
HONEYWOOD. Nay, Sir, give me leave in this instance to be pofitive. For, where is the neceffity of censuring works without genius, which must shortly sink of themselves ? what is it, but aiming our unnecessary blow against a vittim already under the hands of justice?
BAILIFF. Juftice! O, by the elevens, if you talk about juftice, I think I am at home there : for, in a course of law
HONEYwood. My dear Mr. Twitch, I discern what you'd be at perfectly; and I believe the lady must be fenfible of the art with which it is introduced. I suppose you perceive the meaning, madam of his course of law,
Miss RICHLAND. I protest, Sir, I do not. I perceive only that you answer one gentleman before he has finithed, and the other before he has well begun.