Gov. By beftowing your fifter with, I flatter myfelf, no great violence to her inclinations, here. Cad. What, marry Bell! Hey! Hold, hold; zounds, Bell, take him, do; 'ecod, he's a good likely hey! Will you? Arab. I fhan't difobey you, Sir. Cad. Shan't you? That's right. Who the devil knows but he may come to be a governor himself; hey! Hold, hold; come here then, give me your hands both; [joins their bands.] There, there, the business is done. And now, brother governor Gov. And now, brother Cadwallader. : Cad. Hey! Beck, here's fomething now for my pe digree; we'll pop in the Governor to-morrow. Mrs Cad. Hark'y Mr Governor, can you give me a black boy and a monkey? Cad. Hey! ay, ay, you fhall have a black boy, and a monkey, and a parrot too, Beck. Spri. Dear George, I am a little late in my congratulations; but Gov. Which if he is in acknowledging your difinte refted friendship, I shall be forry I ever own'd him. Now, Robin, my cares are over, and my wishes full; and if George remains as untainted by affluence as he has been untempted by diftrefs, I have given the poor a protector, his country an advocate, and the world a friend. [Exeunt omnes. EPILOGUE. Written by a LADY. Spoken by Mrs CLIVE. WELL-thank my farsis aukward, idiot make ELL-thank my stars, that I have done my task;" Cou'd we fuppofe this circle fo refin'd, Who feek thofe pleafures that improve the mind, Or laugh at characters fo unpolite? Not to hear things that fhock, or give the spleen; L "Lord' "Lord! do you know?" fays lady Bell-I'm told " Last Tuesday night-There wa'n't a creature there; "Ma'am, when she's quite in voice, fhe'll go to C.. Look, look, my lord! She goggles! Ha, ha."-" Pray, be quiets "Dear lady Bell, for shame! You'll make a riot." "Why, will they mix with us to make this rout? Struck by the great, then answer'd by the small; A skilful hand will ne'er your rage provoke; For though it hits you, you'll applaud the ftroke: Nay, you'll forgive, tho't knocks your neighbour down. THE 4 SCENE, Sherwood Foreft. Enter feveral COURTIERS as loft. First COURTIER. IS horrid dark! and this wood, I believe, has neither end nor fide.. Cour. You mean, to get out at; for we have found one in, you fee.. 2 Cour. I wish our good king Harry had kept nearer home to hunt: In my mind, the pretty tame deer in • London make much better fport than the wild ones in Sherwood foreft. 3 Cour. I can't tell which way his Majefty went, 6 nor whether any body is with him or not; but let us keep together, pray. 4 Cour. Ay, ay, like true courtiers, take care of ourfelves whatever becomes of master. 2 Cour. Well, it is a terrible thing to be loft in the dark. 4 Cour. It is. And yet 'tis fo common a cafe, that one would not think it should be at all fo. Why, we are all of us loft in the dark every day of our lives. Knaves keep us in the dark by their cunning, and fools by their ignorance. Divines lofe us in dark myfteries, lawyers in dark cafes, and statesmen in dark intrigues: nay, the light of reason, which we so much boast of, what is it but a dark lanthorn, which juft ferves to prevent us from running our nofe against a post, perhaps; but is no more able to lead us out of the dark mifts of error and ignorance in which we are loft, than an ignis fatuus would be to conduct us out of this < wood. i Cour. But, my lord, this is no time for preaching, 'methinks. And, for all your morals, day-light would ⚫ be much preferable to this darkness, I believe. 6 3 Cour. Indeed wou'd it. But come, let us go on we fhall find fome houfe or other by-and-by. Cour. Come along.' "4 Enter the King alone. [Exeunt. King. No, no, this can be no public road, that's certain: I am loft, quite loft indeed. Of what advantage is it now to be a king? Night fhows me no refpect; I cannot fee better, nor walk fo well as another man. What is a king? Is he not wifer than another man? Not without his counsellors, I plainly find. Is he not more powerful? I oft have been told fo, indeed; but what how can my power command? Is he not greater and more magnificent? When feated on his throne, and furrounded with nobles and flatterers, perhaps he may think fo; but when loft in a wood, alas! what is he but a common man? His wifdom knows not which is north and which is fouth; his power a beggar's dog would bark at; and his greatness the beggar would not bow to. And yet how oft are we puffed up with these falfe attributes! attributes! Well, in lofing the monarch, I have found the man. [The report of a gun is heard] Hark! fome villain, fure, is near! What were it beft to do? Will my majesty protect me? No. Throw majefty afide then, and let manhood do it. Enter the Miller. Miller. I believe I hear the rogue. Who's there? Miller. Little better, friend, I believe. Who fir'd that gun? King. Not I, indeed. Miller. You lie, I believe. King. Lie! lie! How frange it feems to me to be talked to in this ftyle. [Afide.] Upon my word, I don't. Miller: Come, come, firrah, confefs; you have shot one of the king's deer, have not you? King. No indeed; I owe the king more refpect. I heard a gun go off indeed, and was afraid fome robbers might have been near. Mil. I'm not bound to believe this, friend. Pray who are you? what's your name? King. Name! Mil. Name! yes, name. Why, you have a name, have not you? Where do you come from? what is your bufinefs here? King. These are queftions I have not been us'd to, honeft man. you can Mil. May be fo; but they are queftions no honeft man would be afraid to anfwer, I think: fo if give no better account of yourself, I fhall make bold to take you along with me, if you please. King. With you ! What authority have you to Mil. The king's authority, if I muft give you an account. Sir, I am John Cockle the miller of Mansfield, one of his Majefty's keepers in the foreft of Sherwood; and I will let no fufpected fellow pass this way that cannot give a better account of himself than you have done, I promife you. King. I muft fubmit to my own authority. [Afide.] Very well, Sir, I am very glad to hear the king has fo good an officer; and fince I find you have his authority, I |