GARNET.

Not a stick, madam-all's here. Yet I wish you I could take the white and filver to be married in. It's the worst luck in the world, in any thing but white. I knew one Bett Stubbs, of our town, that was married in red; and, as fure as eggs is eggs, the bridegroom and fhe had a miff before morning. OLIVIA.

No matter. I'm all impatience till we are out of

the house.

GARNET.

Bless me, madam, I had almost forgot the wedding-ring-The fweet little thing-I don't think it would go on my little finger. And what if I put in a gentleman's night-cap, in cafe of neceffity, madam? But here's Jarvis.

Enter JARVIS.

OLIVIA.

O, Jarvis, are you come at laft? We have been ready this half hour. Now let's be going. Let us fly!

JARVIS.

Aye, to Jericho; for we shall have no going to Scotland this bout, I fancy.

OLIVIA.

How! What's the matter?

JARVIS.

Money, money, is the matter, madam. We have got no money. What the plague do you fend me

of

of your fool's errand for? My master's bill upon the city is not worth a rush. Here it is; Mrs. Garnet may pin up her hair with it.

OLIVIA.

Undone! How could Honeywood ferve us fo! What shall we do? Can't we go without it?

JARVIS.

Go to Scotland without money! To Scotland without money! Lord how fome people understand geography! We might as well fet fail for Patago nia upon a cork jacket.

OLIVIA.

Such a difappointment! What a base infincere man was your mafter, to ferve us in this manner? Is this his good nature?

JARVIS.

Nay, don't talk ill of my master, madam. I won't bear to hear any body talk ill of him but myself.

GARNET.

Blefs us! now I think on't, madam, you need not be under any uneafinefs: I faw Mr. Leontine receive forty guineas from his father juft before he fet out, and he can't yet have left the inn. A fhort letter will reach him there.

OLIVIA.

Well remember'd, Garnet; I'll write immediately. How's this! Bless me, my hand trembles fo, I can't write a word. Do you write, Garnet; and, upon fecond thought, it will be better from you.

GARNET.

Truly, madam, I write and indite but poorly. I

(Writing.) Mufter Croaker-Twenty guineas,

madam?

OLIVIA.

Aye, twenty will do.

GARNET.

At the bar of the Talbot till call'd for. Expedition-Will be blown up-All of a flame-Quick dispatch-Cupid, the little god of love-I conclude it, madam, with Cupid; I love to see a love-letter end like poetry.

OLIVIA.

Well, well, what you please, any thing. But how fhall we fend it? I can truft none of the fervants of this family.

GARNET.

Odfo, madam, Mr. Honeywood's butler is in the next room he's a dear, fweet man; he'll do any thing for me.

JARVIS.

He! the dog, he'll certainly commit fome blunder. He's drunk and fober ten times a day.

OLIVIA.

OLIVIA.

No matter. Fly, Garnet: any body we can trust will do. [Exit Garnet.] Well, Jarvis, now we can have nothing more to interrupt us. You may take up the things, and carry them on to the inn. Have you no hands, Jarvis ?

JARVIS.

Soft and fair, young lady. You, that are going to be married, think things can never be done too faft: but, we, that are old, and know what we are about, muft elope methodically, madam.

OLIVIA.

Well, fure, if my indifcretions were to be done over again

JARVIS.

My life for it, you would do them ten times over.

OLIVIA.

Why will you talk fo? If you knew how unhappy they make me

JARVIS.

Very unhappy, no doubt: I was once just as unhappy when I was going to be married myself. I'll tell you a story about that

OLIVIA.

A ftory! when I'm all impatience to be away. Was there ever fuch a dilatory creature !

JARVIS.

Well, madam, if we must march, why we will march; that's all. Though, odds bobs, we have

ftill forgot one thing we fhould never travel without-a cafe of good razors, and a box of fhavingpowder. But no matter, I believe we shall be pretty well fhaved by the way. [Going.

Enter GARNET.

GARNET.

Undone, undone, madam. Ah, Mr. Jarvis, you faid right enough. As fure as death Mr. Honeywood's rogue of a drunken butler, dropp'd the letter before he went ten yards from the door. There's old Croaker has just pick'd it up, and is this moment reading it to himself in the hall.

OLIVIA.

Unfortunate! We fhall be discovered.

GARNET.

No, madam: don't be uneafy, he can make neither head nor tail of it. To be fure he looks as if he was broke loose from Bedlam about it, but he can't find what it means for all that. O lud, he is coming this way all in the horrors !

OLIVIA.

Then let us leave the house this inftant, for fear he fhould ask farther queftions. In the mean time, Garnet, do you write and fend off juft fuch another. [Exeunt.

Enter