Where shall I find thee such another pair? Make preparation for our wedding-day.
Pity that you, who've served so long, so well, Instead of sad solemnity, and black,
Should die a virgin, and lead apes in hell. Our hearts shall swim in claret, and in sack.
Choose for yourself, dear girl, our empire round,
Your portion is twelve hundred thousand pound.

(Exeunt omnes. Aldi. Here! take these dead and bloody corpse

THE

HONEST YORKSHIREMAN.

BY

CAREY.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

BELLA.

MEN.

WOMEN.
GAYLOVE, a young barrister, in love with AR- ARBELLA, niece to MUCKWORM, in love with

GAYLOVE.
MUCKWORM, uncle and guardian to ARBELLA. COMBRUSH, her maid, a pert one.
SAPSKULL, a country 'squire, intended for AR-
SLANGO, servant to GAYLOVE, an arch fellow.
BLUNDER, servant to SAPSKULL, a clown.

Scene- A country village.

BELLA,

ACT I.

SCENE I.-An apartment in MUCKWORM'S

house.

Enter ARBELLA and COMBRUSI.

AIR.- Set by SIGNIOR PORPORA. Ar. Gentle Cupid ! seek my lover,

Waft a thousand sighs from me!
All my tender fears discover,

Bid him haste !
O bid him haste, and set me free!

when once it gets possession of a young lady's heart, it turns her head quite topsy-turvy, and makes her out of humour with every bodyI'm sure I have reason to say so.

Ar. Prithee leave your nonsense, and tell me something of Gaylove.

Com. All I can tell you, ma'am, is, that he is stark staring mad, for love of you. But this confounded uncle of yours

Ar. What of him?

Com. Has just received news of the arrival of a rich country squire out of Yorkshire ; which country

squire is cut out for your husband. Ar. They that cut a husband out for me, shall cut him out of better stuff, I assure you.

Combrush!

Com. Ma'am! Ar. No news from Gaylove yet? Com. Not a tittle, ma'am. Ar. It quite distracts me! Com. And every body else, ma'am; for when you are out of humour, one may as well be out of the world. Well, this love is a strange thing;

AIR- In vain, dear Chloe.

Shall I stand still and tamely see,
Such Smithfield bargains made of me?

:

Is not my heart my own?

Slang. Nor am I now, sir; your humble serI hate, I scorn their clownish squire, vant has invented already—and such a scheme ! Nor lord, nor duke, do I desire,

Gay. How! which way, dear Slango?
But him I love alone.

Slang. Why thus I must personate Arbel

la, (with this sweet face) and you her uncle, unCam. Well said, ma'am; I love a woman of der which disguises we may intercept the country spirit.

'squire, and get his credentials; equipt with

which--I leave you to guess the rest. AIR.-Hark away! 'tis the merry toned horn. Gay. Happy invention ! Success attend it !

Slang. I can't say Amen, though I'd do any Why should women so much be controuled?

thing to serve you. Do you know the result, sir? Why should men with our rights make so bold? no less than the forfeiture of your dear liberty. Let the battle 'twixt sexes be tried,

Have you forgot the song of The Dog and the We shall soon prove the strongest side,

Bone?
Then stand to your arms,
And trust to your charms,

AIR.- When the bright god of day.
Soon wbining and pining,
The men will pursue;

Whoe'er to a wife
But if you grow tame,

Is linked for his life,
They'll but make you their game,

Is placed in a wretched condition :
And prove perfect tyrants

Though plagued with her tricks,
If once they subdue. Ereunt. Like a blister she sticks,

And death is his only physician.
SCENE II.-A street near the house.

To trifle and toy,
Enter GAYLOVE and SLANGO.

May give a man joy.
Gay. No way to get at her?

When summoned by love, or by beauty; Slang. The devil a bit, sir; old Muckworm But, where is the bliss in has cut off all communication : But I have worse Our conjugal kissing, news to tell you yet.

When passion is prompted by duty ? Gay. That's impossible.

Slang. Your mistress is to be married to ano- The cur who possessed ther, and that quickly.

Of mutton the best, Gay. Married! you surprise me—to whom? A bone he could leave at his pleasure :

Slang. To 'squire Sapsküll, a Yorkshire geniie- But if to his tail man, of a very great estate.

'Tis tied, without fail, Gay. Confusion! Can she be so false? To He's harassed and plagued beyond meaSapskull! I know him well, of Sapskull-HallI was born within a mile and a half of the place; his father is the greatest rogue in the county, the Gay. I am now of a contrary opinion : Vice very man I am now suing for what my late bro- looks so hateful, and virtue so amiable in my ther mortgaged to him, when I was student at eye, especially as 'tis the ready road to true hapCambridge. Is he not content to withhold my piness, I am resolved to pursue its paths. A reright from me, but he must seek to rub me of the gular life, and a good wife for me. only happiness I desire in life?

AIR.--Answer to the above song.
AIR.—The charms of Florimel.

To the same tune.
My charming Arabell,
To make thee mine secure,

That man, who for life
What would not I endure !

Is blest in a wife, 'Tis past the power of tongue to tell,

Is sure in a happy condition;
The love I bear

my
Arabell.

Go things how they will,

She sticks by bim still,
No human force shall quell

She's comforter, friend, and physician.
My passion for my dear,
Can lore be tou sincere?

Pray, where is the joy,
I'd sooner take of life farewel,

To trifle and toy, Then of my dearest Arabell.

Yet dread some disaster froin beauty?

But sweet is the bliss, Is there no way to prevent this match? You were Of a conjugal kiss, not used to be thus barren of invention.

Where love mingles plcasure with duty.

sure.

$

e'en on.

One extravagant whore,

And there's your dames, of dainty frames, Shall cost a man more,

With skins as white as milk,
Than twenty good wives who are saving; Drest every day, in garments gay,
For wives they will spare,

Of satin, and of silk.
That their children may share,
But whores are eternally craving.

And if your mind be so inclined,
(Exeunt. To have them in your arms.

Pull out a handsome purse of gold,
SCENE III.--Another street.

They can't resist its charms.
Enter SAPSKULL and BLUNDER, staring about. Enter GayLove, as MUCKWORM.

Sap. Wuns-lent! what a mortal big place this same London is ! ye inun ne'er see end on't, Gay. Welcome to London, dear squire Sapfor sure

-Housen upon housen, folk upon folk skull! I hope your good father is well, and all at

-one would admire where they did grow Sapskull-hall? all of 'em.

Sap. Did ye e'er hear the like, Blunder? This Blun. Ay, master, and this is nought to what old gentleman knows me as well as I know myyou'll see an by; and ye go to Tower ye mun self.

[Aside to BLUNDER. see great hugeous ships as tal as housen : Then Blun. Ay, master, you Londoners know every ye mun go to playhousen, and there be no less thing. nor six of them, a hopeful company; o' my con- Gay. I had letters of your coming, and was science ! There you'll see your comical trage- resolved to meet you. dies, and your uproars, and roratoribusses, and Sap. Pray, sir, who may you be, an' I may be hear Fardinello, that sings Solfa better nor our so bold ? minister choir men: And more nor that, ye mun Gay. My name, sir, is Muckworm. ba' your choice of the prattiest lasses, ye e'er set Sup. What, sir Penurivus Muckworm?

Gay. So they call me. Sap. By the mass, and I'll be somebody among Sap. Sir, if your name he sir Penurious Muckthem-So I will-but how mun we find out this worm, my name is Samuel Sapskull, jun. esq. sont same sir Penurious Muckworm?

of sir Samuel Sapskull, of Sapskull-hall, in the Blun. Ye mun look to letter for that.

East Riding of Yorkshire. Sap. Letter says, G-r-o-z Groz-ve-n-e-r, near Gay. Sir, I am no stranger to your family and Grozveneer square ;—but how mun ye know merit; for which reason I sent for you to town, where this same Grosveneer squire is?

to marry my niece with 60001, fortune, and a Blun. Why ye mun ask ostler for that, he'll pretty girl into the bargain. set you right for sure: For your London ostlers Blun. Look ye there, master! are wiser by half than our country justasses.

[Aside to BLUNDER. Sap. Ay, Blunder, every thing's fine in Lon- Sup. Hold your peace, you blockhead! don.

[Aside to SAPSKULL.

Gay. But how may I be sure, that you are the AIR.—London is a fine town. very squire Sapskull I sent for? Have you no

letters, no credentials? O London is a dainty place,

Sap. Open the portinantell, Blunder-
A great and gallant city,

sir, I ha' brought all my tackle with me. Here, For all the streets are paved with gold, sir, is a letter from father. [Gives a letter.] And And all the folks are witty.

here, sir, , are deeds and writings, to shew what

you mun ha' to trust tu: Aud here, sir, is marAnd there's your lords and ladies fine, riage-settlement, signed by father, in fit case That ride in coach and six,

young gentlewoman and I likes one another. That nothing drink but claret wine,

Gay. Sir, she can't chuse but adaire so charınAnd talk of politics.

ing a person. There is but one obstacle that I

know of. And there's your beaus, with powdered Sap. What may that be, an I may be so bold? cloaths,

Gay. Your habit, sir; your habit.
Bedaubed from head to chin;

Sap. Why, sir, 'twas counted wondrous fine in
Their pocket holes adorned with gold, our country last parlementeering time.
But not one souse within.

Guy. 0, sir, but it's old fashioned now, and

my niece loves every thing to the tip-top of the And there's the English actor goes

mode. But if you'll go alony with me, i'll equip With many a hungry belly,

you in an instant. While heaps of gold are forced, God wot,

On signior Farrinelli.

-Yes,