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Drury-Lane. Covent-Garden, Edinburgh, 1782. Old Philpot, Mr Baddeley. Mr Shuter. Mr Hollingiworth. Young Philpot, Mr King. Mr Woodward. Mr Ward. Sir Ja. Wilding, Mr Burton. Mr Dunstall. Mr Charteris. Young Wilding, Mr Lee.

Mr Dyer. Mr Knight. Beaufort, Mr Packer. Mr Baker.

Mr Simpson. Dapper, Mr Vaughan. Mr Coftollo. Mr T. Banks. Quilldrive, Mr Ackman. Mr Perry. Mr Tannett.

Servants, &c.

W O M E N.
Miss Elliot, Mrs Mattocks. Mrs Kniveton.
Mrs Hippesley. Miss Cockayne. Mrs Tannett.

ACT 1.


Young Wilding, BEAUFORT, and Will following.

WILDING. A, ha, my dear Beaufort ! A fiery young fellow like

you, melted down into a fighing, love-fick dangler after a high heel, a well-turn’d ankle, and a short petticoat!

Beau. Pry'thee, Wilding, don't laugh at me--Maria's charms

Wild. Maria's charms! And so now you would fain grow wanton in her praise, and have me listen to your VOL. III.



raptures about my own Gifter! Ha, ha, poor Beaufort !

- Is my sister at home, Will?
Will. - She is, Sir.
IK:ld. How long has my father been gone out ?
Will. This hour, Sir.

Wild. Very well. Pray, give Mr Beaufort's compliments to my lifter, and he is come to wait upon her. (Exit Will). You will be glad to see her, I suppose, Charles.

Beau. I live but in her presence.

Wild. Live but in her presence! How the devil could the young baggage raise this riot in your heart? 'Tis more than her brother could ever do with any of her sex.

Beau. Nay, you have no reason to complain ; you are come up to town, poft-haste, to marry a wealthy citizen's daughter, who only saw you laf feafon at Tunbridge, and has been languishing for you ever fince.

IVild. "Tis more than I do for her; and, to tell you the truth, more than I believe the does for ine- -This is a mațch of prudence, man! bargain and sale! My reverend dad and the old put of a citizen finished the business at Lloyd's coffee-house by inch of candle-a mere transferring of property!-" Give your son to my “ daughter, and I will give my daughter to your son." That's the whole affair ; and so I am just arrived to consummate the nuptials.

Beau. Thou art the happiest fellow

Wild. Happy! so I am—what should I be other. wise for? If Miss Şally-upon my foul, I forget her Beau. Well! that is so like

you -Miss Sally Philpot.

Wild. Ay! very true-Mifs Sally Philpot - the will bring fortune sufficient to pay off an old incumbrance upon the family-estate, and

my father is to settle handfomely upon med

-and so I have reason to be content, ed, have not I?

Beat. And you are willing to marry her without having one fpark of love for her ?

Wild. Love !-why, I make myself ridiculous enough by marrying, don't I, without being in love into the



bargain? What! am I to pine for a girl that is willing to go to bed to me ? Love of all things !--My dear Beaufort, one sees so many breathing raptures about each other before marriage, and dinning their infipidity into the ears of all their acquaintance : “ My dear Ma'am, don't you think him a sweet man? a charm“ inger creature never was.” Then he, on his fide

My life! my angel! oh! she's a paradise of ever“ blooming sweets." And then in a month's tiine, “ He's a perfidious wretch! I wish I had never seen his 6 face the devil was in me when I had any thing to “ fay to him.” .“ Oh! damn her for an inanimated " piece-T with she'd poison'd herself, with all my « heart.” That is ever the way: and so you

fee love is all nonsense; well enough to furnish romances for boys. and girls at circulating libraries ; that is all, take my word for it.

Beau. Pho! this is all idle talk; and in the mean time I am ruin'd.

Wild. How fo?.

Beau. Why, you know the old couple have bargain?d your fifter

away. Wild. Bargain'd her away! and will you pretend you are in love ? - Can you look tamely on, and see her barter'd away at Garraway's, like logwood, cochineal, or indigo? Marry her privately, man, and keep it a fecret till my affair is over.

Beau. My dear Wilding, will you propose it to her? Wild. With all my heart-She is very long a-coming

I'll tell you what, if she has a fancy for you, carry her off at once- -But perhaps she has a mind to this cub of a citizen, Miss Sally's brother.

Beau. Oh, no! he's her aversion.

Wild. I have nerer seen any of the family, but my wife that is to be-my father-in-law and my brotherin-law, I know nothing of them. What sort of a fel. low is the fon?

Beau. Oh! a diamond of the first water! a buck, Sir ! a blood! every night at this end of the town; at twelve next day he sneaks about the 'Change, in a little bit of a frock and a bob-wig, and looks like a sedate bookkeeper in the eyes of all who behold him.


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