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ing; I like it of all things; I'll do it, I will; and I will fo plague him, that he shan't know what to make of me He fhall be a very toad-eater to me; the four, the fweet, the bitter, he fhall fwallow all, and all shall work. upon him alike for my diverfion. Say nothing of it'tis all among ourselves; but I won't be cruel. I hate ill-nature; and then who knows but I may like him? Beau. My dear Maria, don't talk of liking him. Maria. Oh! now you are beginning again.

[Sings Voi Amanti, &c. and exit.. Beau. 'Sdeath, Wilding, I fhall never be your bro-ther-in-law at this rate.

Wild. Pha, follow me; don't be apprehenfive.-I'll©® giver her farther inftructions, and she will execute them I warrant you: the old fellow's daughter fhall be mine,, and the fon may go fhift for himself elsewhere.

SCENE, Old Philpot's House.

Enter Old Philpot, Dapper, and Quilldrive. Old Phil. Quilldrive, have thofe dollars been fent to› the bank, as I order'd?

Quill. They have, Sir..

Old Phil. Very well.-Mr Dapper, I am not fond off writing any thing of late; but at your requeft

Dap. You know I would not offer you a bad policy.. Old Phil. I believe it-Well, ftep with me to my clo-fet, and I will look at your policy. How much do

you want upon it?

Dap. Three thousand: you had better take the whole; there are very good names upon it.

Old Phil. Well, well, ftep with me, and I'll talk to you-Quilldrive, ftep with thofe bills for acceptanceThis way, Mr Dapper, this way.. [Exeunt.

Quilldrive folus.

Quill. A miferly old rafcal! digging, digging money, out of the very hearts of mankind; conftantly, conftantly fcraping together, and yet trembling with anxiety for fear of coming to want. A canting old hypocrite! and yet under his veil of fanctity he has a liquorish tooth: left-running to the other end of the town flily every evening; and there he has his folitary pleasures in holes and corners.

George

George Philpot, peeping in..

G Phil. Hift, hift! Quilldrive!

Quill. Ha, Mr George!

G Phil. Is Square-toes at home?
Quill. He is.

G Phil. Has he afk'd for me?"
Quill. He has.

G Phil. (Walks in on tip-toe.) Does he know I did not lie at home?

Quill. No; I funk that upon him..

G Phil. Well done; I'll give you a choice gelding to carry you to Dulwich of a Sunday--Damnation!up all night-tripped of nine hundred pounds-pretty well for one night !-Piqued, repiqued, flammed, and capotted every deal!-Old Dry-beard fhall pay all-Is forty-feven good? no-fifty good? no, no, no-to the end of the chapter-Cruel luck!-Damn me, 'tis life tho'-this is life-'sdeath! I hear him coming (runs off and peeps)—no, all's fafe—I must not be caught in these cloaths, Quilldrive.

Quill. How came it you did not leave them at Madam Corinna's, as you generally do?

G Phil. I was afraid of being too late for Old Squaretoes; and fo I whipt into a hackney-coach, and drove with the windows up, as if I was afraid of a bum-bailiff -Pretty cloaths, an't they?

Quill. Ah! Sir

G Phil. Reach me one of my mechanic city-frocksno-stay-'tis in the next room, an't it?

Quill. Yes, Sir.

G Phil. I'll run and flip it on in a twinkle.

Quilldrive folus.

[Exit.

Quill. Mercy on us! what a life does he leads! Old Cojer within here will fcrape together for him, and the moment young Mafter comes to poffeffion, "Ill got, ill gone," I warrant me: a hard card I have to play between 'em both-drudging for the old man, and pimping for the young one- The father is a refervoir of riches, and the fon is a fountain to play it all away in vanity and folly !

Re-enter George Philpot. G Phil. Now I'm equipp'd for the city-Damn the .

city-I wish the Papifhes would fet fire to it again-I hate to be beating the hoof here among them-Here comes father-no;-'tis Dapper.-Quilldrive, I'll give you the gelding.

Quill. Thank you, Sir.

Enter Dapper.

Dap. Why, you look like a devil, George.

[Exit.

G Phil. Yes; I have been up all night, loft all my money, and I am afraid I must fmash for it.

Dap. Smash for it-what have I let you into the fecret for? Have not I advised you to trade upon your own. account and you feel the fweets of it. How much do you owe in the city?

G Phil. At least twenty thousand.

Dap. Poh, that's nothing! Bring it up to fifty or fixty thousand, and then give 'em a good crash at once -I have infured the ship for you.

G Phil. Have you?

Dap. The policy's full; I have just touch'd your fa

ther for the last three thousand.

G Phil. Excellent! are the goods re-landed?'

Dap. Every bale-I have had them up to town, and fold them all to a packer for you.

G Phil. Bravo! and the fhip is loaded with rubbish, I fuppofe?

Dap. Yes; and is now proceeding on the voyage.

G Phil. Very well-and to-morrow, or next day, we fhall hear of her being loft upon the Goodwin, or funk between the Needles.

Dap. Certainly.

G Phil. Admirable! and then we fhall come upon the underwriters.

Dap. Directly.

G Phil. My dear Dapper!

Dap. Yes; I do a dozen every year.

think I can live as I do, otherwife?

[Embraces him. How do you

G Phil. Very true; fhall you be at the club after 'Change?

Dap. Without fail.

G Phil. That's right; it will be a full meeting: we fhall have Nat Pigtail the dry-falter there, and Bob Rep

tile

tile the change-broker, and Soberfides the banker-we fhall all be there. We shall have deep doings.

Dap. Yes, yes; well, a good morning; I must go now and fill up a policy for a fhip that has been loft thefe three days.

GPhil. My dear Daper, thou art the best of friends. Dap. Ay, I'll ftand by you-It will be time enough for you to break when you see your father near his end; then give 'em a smash; put yourself at the head of his fortune, and begin the world again-Good morning. [Exit.

G. Philpot folus.

G Phil. Dapper, adieu-Who now, in my fituation, would envy any of your great folks at the court-end! A lord has nothing to depend upon but his eftate-He can't spend you a hundred thousand pounds of other peoples money-no-no-I had rather be a little bobwig citizen in good credit, than a commiffioner of the customs-Commiffioner!-The King has not fo good a thing in his gift as a commiffion of bankruptcy-Don't we fee them all with their country-feats at Hogfdon, and at Kentish-town, and at Newington-butts, and at Iflington; with their little flying Mercuries tipt on the top of the house, their Apollos, their Venufes, and their leaden Hercules's in the garden; and themselves fitting before the door, with pipes in their mouths, waiting for a good digeftion-Zoons! here comes old dad; now for a few dry maxims of left-handed wisdom, to prove myself a fcoundrel in fentiment, and pafs in his eyes for a hopeful young man likely to do well in the world.

Enter Old Philpot.

Old Phil. Twelve times twelve is 144.

G Phil. I'll attack him in his own way-Commiffion at two and a half per cent.

Old Phil. There he is, intent upon bufinefs! What, plodding, George?

G Phil. Thinking a little of the main chance, Sir. Old Phil. That's right; it is a wide world, George. G Phil. Yes, Sir; but you inftructed me early in the rudiments of trade.

Old Phil. Ay, ay! I inftill'd good principles into thee.

G Phil.

G Phil. So you did, Sir-Principal and intereft is all I ever heard from him, (afide.) I fhall never forget the ftory you recommended to my earliest notice, Sir.

Old Phil. What was that, George? It is quite out of my head.

G Phil. It intimated, Sir, how Mr Thomas Inkle, of London, merchant, was caft away, and was afterwards protected by a young lady, who grew in love with him, and how he afterwards bargained with a planter to fell her for a flave.

Old Phil. Ay, ay, (laughs) I recollect it now.

G Phil. And when the pleaded being with child by him, he was no otherwise mov'd than to raise his price, and make her turn better to account.

Old Phil. (Burfts into a laugh.) I remember it-ha, ha!-there was the very fpirit of trade! ay-ay-ha, ha!

G Phil. That was calculation for you

Old Phil. Ay, ay.

G Phil. The Rule of Threemuch, what will two give me?

Old Phil. Ay, ay.

G Phil. That was a hit, Sir.

Old Phil. Ay, ay.

If one gives me fo

[Laughs.

G Phil. That was having his wits about him. Old Phil. Ay, ay! It is a leffon for all young men. It was a hit indeed, ha, ha!

[Both laugh. G Phil. What an old negro it is. [Afide. Old Phil. Thou art a fon after my own heart, George. G Phil. Trade must be minded-A penny fav'd, is a penny got

Old Phil. Ay, ay, [Shakes his head, and looks cunning. G Phil. He that hath money in his purse won't want a head on his fhoulders.

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Old Phil. Ay, ay.

G Phil. Rome was not built in a day-Fortunes are made by degrees-Pains to get, care to keep, and fear to lofe

Old Phil. Ay, ay.

G Phil. He that lies in bed, his eftate feels it.
Old Phil. Ay, ay, the good boy.

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