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Juno. ?

Yet, Sir, 'tis very odd, Pal. S

You'll fide with her 'gainst us. To each other.

Had you been adjudg'd it,

I ne'er siou'd ha' grudg'd it. Fup. (To Juno.)

You puss,

Why grudge Venus? Ven.

Why to me this mortal hatred?
Par. Why to me this spleen inveterate?
Jup.? Why to her { fuch Spleen inveterate?
Ven.

Beauty's my fole gift of nature.
Par.

Justice mine. Juno. (To Par.)

Yours! venal traitor! Pal. (T. Ven.)

Conceited creature ! Dra. (To Par. and Ven.) Thank her, she cou'd

give no greater. Juno. (Afide to Pal.). I have no patience with such

flirts. Pal. (Aside to Juno.) Ne'er heed. We'll stick to both

their skirts.

Blood !-don't again my passion Dra. (To both.)

He's your pappa, Miss-and your

spouse.
Jup. (To ditto.) If you will not be cool,

I have for scolds a school,
Juno. 2
Pal. S

You see, Sir, we are cool,
Jup.

That's call'd the ducking-stool. Yuno.

We shall Pal.

not need that school. Dra.

They will
Par.

You fee, Sir, they are cool.
Funo.
Pal. Shake hands-We're friends—No fpite.
Ven.
Par.
Fup.

Be friends-That's right.
Dra.
Jup.

For this good hap

We'll all get fap,
Dra. S
And drain the tap.

Jup. .

rouze.

Dra. S

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Ven.
Par.

In peace let's live,
Forget, forgive.

June }(Aside to each other.) We'll make believe.

Pal.
up. This day shall
uno.
Pal.

be high jubilee.
Ven.
Par. Let this day
Dra. }(To the audience)Applaud, applaud,

Jove's gracious nod.

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ACT I.
Enter Mr Subtle and CLASSIC.

Mr Subtle.
ELL, well, that may be; but still I say that a

Frenchman
Clas. Is a fop; it is their national disease; not one of
the qualities for which you celebrate them, but owes its
origin to a foible; their tafte is trifling, their gaiety gri-
mace, and their politeness pride.

Mr

W Frenchman

Mr Sub. Hey-day! Why, what the deuce brings you to Paris then?

Clal. A debt to friendship ; not but I think a short residence here a very necessary part in every man of fashion's education.

Mr Sub. Where's the use?

Clas In giving them a true relish for their own do. mestic happiness; a proper veneration for their national liberties ; a contempt for adulation; and an honour for the extended generous commerce of their country.

Mr Sub. Why there, indeed, you have the preference, Mr Claffic: the traders here are a sharp-fet, cozening people; foreigners are their food; civilities with a-ay! ay! a congee for a crown, and a shrug for a shilling: devilish dear, Master Classic, devilish dear.

Claf. To avoid their exactions, we are, Mr Subtle, recommended to your protection.

Mr Sub. Ay! and wisely they did who recommended you : Buy nothing but on mine or my lady's recommendation, and you are fafe. But where was your charge? Where was Mr Buck lat night? My lady made a party at cards on purpose for him, and my ward Lucinda is mightily taken with him ; the longs to see him again.

Clas. I am afraid with the same set his father sent him hither to avoid ; but we must endeavour to inspire him with a taste for the gallantries of this court, and his passion for the lower amusement of ours will diminish of course.

Mr Sub. All the fraternity of men-makers are for that purpose without; taylors, peruquieurs, hatters, hofiers- Is not that Mr Buck's English servant ?

Enter Roger. Clas. Oh! ay, honett Roger. So, the old doings, Roger; what time did your master come home?

Řog. Between five and fix, pummell'd to a jelly : here been two of his old comrades follow'd un already; I count we shall ha' the whole

gang

in a se’nnight. Clal. Comrades, who?

Rog. Dick Daylight and Bob Breadbasket the bruisers: they all went to the show together, where they had the devil to pay; belike they had been sent to Bridewell, hadn't a great gentleman in a blue string come by

and the way.

and releas'd them.I hear master's bell; do, Master Classic, step up and talk to un; he's now sober, and may hearken to reason. Clas. I attend him. Mr Subtle, you won't be out of

[Exit Claffic. Mr Sub. I shall talk a little with the tradesmen. À smoky fellow this Classic; but if Lucinda plays her cards well, we have not my to fear from that quarter: contradiction seems to be the life and foul of

young

Buck -A tolerable expedition this, if it succeeds.-Fleece the younker!-Piha, that's a thing of course!-but by his means to get rid of Lucinda, and securely pocket her patrimony; ay! that indeed

Enter Mrs Subtle. Oh! wife! Have you open'd the plot ? Does the girl come into it greedily, hey?

Mrs Sub. A little squeamish at first; but I have open'd her

eyes. Never fear, my dear, fooner or later women will attend to their interest.

Mr Sub. Their interest! ay, that's true ; but confider, my dear, how deeply our own interest is concern'd, and let that quicken your zeal.

Mrs Sub. D’ye think I am blind? But the girl has got such whimsical notions of honour, and is withal fo decent and modift: I wonder where the deuce she got it; I am sure it was not in my house.

Mr Sub. How does she like Buck's person?

Mrs Sub. Well enough! But prithee, husband, leave her to my management, and consider we have more irons. in the fire than one. • Here is the Marquis de Soleil to • meet Madame de Farde to-night.-And where to put s'em, unless we can have Buck's apartment.' Oh! bythe-bye, has Count Cog sent you your share out of Mr Puntwell's lofings a-Thursday.

Mr Sub. I intend calling on him this morning.
Mrs Sub. Don't fail; he's a slippery chap, you know..

Mr Sub. There's no fear. Well, but our pretty countrywoman lays about her handsomely, ha ! Hearts by hundreds ! hum!

Mrs Sub. Ay! that's a noble prize, if we could but manage her; but she's so indiscreet, that she'll be blown before we have made half our market. I am this morn

ing

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