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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 fidem “ My life! my angel ! oh! she's a paradise of ever“ blooming sweets." And then in a month's time, " He's a perfidious wretch! I wish I had never seen his 66 face- -the devil was in me when I had any thing to « fay to him." Oh! damn her for an inanimated
piece I wish fhe'd poison’d herself, with all my “ heart." That is ever the way; and so you see 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?
Bear. 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 fee her barter'd away. at Garraway's, like logwood, cochineal, or indigo? Marry her privately, man, and keep it a sem
affair is over. Beau. My dear Wilding, will you propose it to her? Wild. With all my heart-She is very long a-coming
-l'll tell you what, if she has a fancy for you, carry her off at once- -But perhaps fhe has a mind to this cub of a citizen, Miss Sally's brother.
Beau. Oh, no! he's her averfioni
Wild. I have never feen any of the family, but my wife that is to be my father-in-law and my brother-inlaw, I know nothing of them.. What sort of a fellow 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 fedate bookkeeper in the eyes of all who behold him,
Wild. Upon my word, a gentleman of spirit.
Beau. Spirit! -he drives a phaeton two ftory high, keeps his girl at this end of the town, and is the gay George Philpot all round Covent-Garden.
Wild. Oh, brave!. -and the father
Beau. The father, Sir- - But here comes Maria ;take his picture from her.
[She sings within. Wild. Hey ! she is musical this morning ;-The holds her usual spirits, I find.
Beau. Yes, yes, the spirit of eighteen, with the idea of a lover in her head.
Wild. Ay, and such a lover as you too!-though still in her teens, she can play upon all
foibles, and treat you as she does her monkey,--tickle you, torment you, enrage you, sooth you, exalt you, depress you, pity you, laugh at you—Ecce fignum.
Enter Maria singing. The same giddy girl!
-Sister; come, my dear
Maria. Have done, brother; let me have my own way-I will go through my fong:
Wild. I have not seen you this age ;-ask me how I do ?
Maria. I won't ask you how you do, I won't take any notice of you—I don't know you.
Wild. Do you know this gentleman then? Will you speak to him
Maria. No, I won't speak to him; I'll sing to him 'tis my humour to sing
[Sings. Beau. Be serious but for a moment, Maria; my all depends upon it.
Maria. Oh, sweet Sir! you are dying, are you? then positively I will sing the song ; for it is a description of yourself-mind it, Mr Beaufort-mind it-Brother, how do you do? (kiffes him.) Say nothing ; don't interrupt me.
[Sings. Wild. Have you feen your city lover yet?
Maria. No; but I long to see him; I fancy he is a curiosity.
Beau. Long to see him, Maria ?
Maria. Yes, long to see him—(Beaufort fiddles with bis lip, and looks thoughtful.) Brother, brother! (goes to him softly, beckons him to look at Beaufort) do you see that? (mimicks him) mind him; ha, ha!
Beau. Make me ridiculous if you will, Maria, fo you: don't make me unhappy by marrying this citizen.
Maria. And would not you have me marry, Sir? What, I muft lead a fingle life to please you, muft I?
- Upon my word,, you are a pretty gentleman to make laws for me.
[Singso Can it be or by law or by equity faid,
That a comely young girl ought to die an old maid? Wild. Come, come, Miss Pert, compose yourself a little this will never do. Maria. My crofs, ill-natur'd brother ! but it will do
-Lord! what, do you both call me hither te plague me? I won't stay among yemà l'honcur, à l'honeur(running away) à l'honeur..
Wild. Hey, hey, Miss Notable !' come back'; pray, Madam, come back
[Forces her back. Maria: Lord of heaven!' what do you want?
Wild. Come; come, truce with your frolics, Miss Hoyo: den, and behave like a sensible girl; we have ferious buefiness with
you. Maria. Have you? Well, come, I will be sensiblethere, I blow all my folly av*'Tis gone, 'tis gone and now I'll talk. sense ; com - Is that a fenfible : face?
Wild. Poj po, be quiet, and lizar what we have to say to you.
Maria. I'will, I am quiet. 'Tis charming weather; : it will be good for the country, this will.
Wild. Po, ridiculous! how can you be so filly?
Maria. Bless me! I never saw any thing like you there is no such thing as fatisfying you I am sure it
: was very good sense what I said
-Papa talks in that Well, well, I'll be filent.then- I won't speak at all: Will that satisfy you?
[Looks fullen. Wild. Come, come, no more of this folly, but mind! what is said to you—You have not seen your city-lover, you say? [Maria shrugs her shoulders, and shakes her head.
Wild. Why don't you answer? Beau. My dear Maria, put me out of pain. [Maria forugs her loulders again.
Wild. Poh, don't be fo childish, but give a rationa answer.
Maria. Why, no, then; no- -no, no, no, no, no,
I tell you no, no, no.
Wild. Come, come, my little giddy fifter, you must not be fo flighty ; behave fedately, and don't be a girl always.
Maria. Why, don't I tell you I have not seen himbut I am to see him this very day.
Beau. To see him this day, Maria!
Maria. Ha, ha!-look there, brother; he is beginning again—But don't fright yourself, and I'll tell you all about it My papa comes to me this morning-by the bye, he makes a fright of himself with this strange. dress-Why does not he dress as other gentlemen do, brother?
Wild. He dresses like his brother fox-hunters in WiltThire.
Maria. But when he comes to town, I wish he would do as other gentlemen do here I am almost alham'd of him But he comes to me this morning6. Hoic, hoic! our Moll- -Where is the fly puss “ Tally ho !"_Did you want me, papa? 6. Come « hither, Moll, I'll gee you a husband, my girl; one that " has mettle enow-he'll take cover, I warrant un. * Blood to the bone.”
Beau. There now, Wilding, did not I tell you this? Wild. Where are you to see the young
citizen? Maria. Why, papa will be at home in an hour, and then he intends to drag me into the city with him, and there the sweet creature is to be introduced to me The old gentleman his father is delighted with me; but I hate him, an old ugly thing.
Wild. Give us a description of him ; I want to know him.
Maria. Why, he looks like the picture of Avarice, fitting with pleasure upon a bag of money, and trembling for fear any body should come and take it awayHe has got square-toed shoes, and little tiny buckles; a brown coat, with small round brass buttons, that looks as if it was new in my great-grandmother's time, and his face all shrivell’d and pinch'd with care; and he thakes
his and my
a half per
his head like a Mandarine upon a chimney-piece“ Ay, ay, Sir Jasper, you are right”-and then he grins. at me—“I profess the is a very pretty bale of goods. Ay, ay,
son Bob is a very sensible lad-ay, ay, and I will underwrite their happiness for one and,
cent." Wild. Thank you, my dear girl; thank you for this: account of my relations.
Beau. Deftru&ion to my hopes !-Surely, my dear little angel, if you have any regard for meMaria. There, there, there he is frighten'd again.
[Sings, Deareft creature, &C.. Wild. Pha! give over these airs -listen to me, and I'll instruct
them all. Maria. Oh, my dear brother! you are very goodbut don't mistake yourself;- though just come from a boarding school, give me leave to manage for myself.There is in this case a man I like, and a man I don't like
- It is not you I like (to Beaufort)-no-no-I hate you
But let this little head alone; I know what to do- I shall know how to prefer one, and get rid of. the other.
Beau. What will you do, Maria ?
Do not grieve me,
Oh, relieve me, &c. Wild Come, come, be serious, Miss Pert, and I'll in. Atruct
what to do- - The old cit, you say, admires you for your understanding; and his son would not marry you, unless he found you. a girl of sense and spirit. Mariai Even so this is the character of
your giddy fifter.
Wild. Why then, I'll tell you—You shall make him hate you for a fool, and so let the refusal come from himfelf.
Maria. But how-how, my dear brother ? Tell me how?
Wild. Why, you have seen a play with me, where a man pretends to be a downright country oaf, in order to rule a wife and have a wife.
Maria. Very well-What then? what then?-Oh! I have it-I understand you-say no more---'tis charm,