Jenk, Ay! wonderful! pray, lady, shall I, good now! crave a word in private? Tim, will you and your sweetheart draw back a little?

Hart. Yes, father: come, miss, will you jog a tiny bit this way!

Miss Suk. With all my heart!

Jenk. There is, lady a wonderful affair has happened; good now! son Tim has fallen in love with a young woman at his uncle's, and tis 'partly to prevent bad consequences that I am, lack-a-day! so hasty to match him; and one of my men, good now! tells me that he has seen the wench since we have been in town; she has followed us here, sure as a gun, lady! If Tim sees the girl he'll never marry your niece.

Miss Pen. It is indeed, Sir Gregory Gazette, a most critical conjuncture, and requires the most mature deliberation.

Jenk. Deliberation! Lack-a-day! lady, whilst we deliberate the boy will be lost.

Miss Pen. Why, Sir Gregory Gazette, what operations can we determine upon?

Jenk. Lack-a-day! I know but one.

Miss Pen. Administer your propositions, Sir Gregory Gazette; you will have my concurrence, sir, in any thing that does not derogate from the regulations of conduct; for it would be most preposterous in one of my character to deviate from the strictest attention.

Jenk. Lack-a-day! lady, no such matter is wanted. But, good now! could not we tack the young couple together directly? your brother and I have already agreed.

Miss Pen

Miss Pen. Are the previous preliminaries settled, Sir Gregory Gazette?

Jenk. Good now! as firm as a rock, lady.

Miss Pen. Why then, to preserve your son, and accomplish the union between our families, I have no objections to the acceleration of their nuptials, provided the child is inclined, and a minister may be procured.

Jenk. Wonderful! you are very good: good now! there has been one match already in the house to-day: we may have the same parson. Here, Tim; and young gentlewoman! Well, miss, wonderful! and how has Tim- Hey, boy, is not Miss a fine young lady?

Hart. Fath and soul! father, miss is a charming young woman! all red and white like MallyHum!

Jenk. Hush, Tim! Nell, and, miss, how does my boy? he's an honest hearty lad! has he, good now! had the art-How d'ye like him, young gentlewoman?

Miss Suk. Like'n? Well enough, I think.

Jenk. Why then, miss, with your leave, your aunt and I here have agreed, if you are willing to have the wedding over directly.

Miss Suk. Gad! with all my heart. Ask the young man.

Hart. Fath and soul! just as you please, to day, to-morrow, or when you will, more or less!

Jenk. Good now, good now! then get you in there you will find one to do your business [Exeunt Hart. and Miss Suk.] Wonderful! matters will soon be managed within. Well, lady, this was, good now! so kind! lack-a-day! I verily believe,

if Dame Winny was dead that I should be glad to lead up such another dance with you, lady.

Miss Pen. You are, sir, something too precipi tate: nor would there, did circumstances concur as you insinuate, be so absolute a certitude, that I; who have rejected so many matches, should instantaneously succumb.

Jenk. Lack-a-day! lady: good now! I-

Miss Pen. No, sir: I would have you instructed, that, had not Penelope Trifle made irrefragable resolutions, she need not so long have preservcd her family surname.

Jenk. Wonderful! why, I was only

Miss Pen. Nor has the title of Lady Gazette such resplendent charms or such bewitching allurements astothrow me at once into the arms of Sir Gregory. Jenk. Good now! who says――

Miss Pen. Could wealth, beauty, or titles, supe rior to perhaps

Enter Sir Gregory and Timothy.

Tim. Yes indeed, father, Mr. Hartop knew on't as well as I; and Mr. Jenkins got us a parson.

Sir Greg. Good now, good now! a rare couple of friends! but I'll be even with them! I'll marr their market! Master Jenkins, you have fobbed me finely!

Jenk. Lack-a-day! what's the matter now!

Sir Greg. Come, come, none of your lack-a-days! none of your gambols nor your tricks to me! good now, good now! give me my clothes! here, take your tawdry trappings! I have found you out at last! I'll be no longer your property!

Jenk.

Jenk. Wonderful! what's all this, lady? Good now, good now! what's here, a stage play?

Sir Greg. Play me no plays! but give me my wig! and your precious friend, my loving cousin! (pize on the kindred !) let'n

Jenk. Good now, good now! what are these folks? as sure as a gun they're mad!

Sir Greg. Mad! no, no! we are neither mad nor fools: no thanks to you though!

Miss Pen. What is all this? can you unravel this perplexity, untwine this mystery, Sir Gregory Gazette?

Sir Greg. He Sir Gregory Gazette? Lack-aday! lady, you are tricked, imposed on, bamboozled! good now, good now! 'tis I am Sir Gregory Gazette !

Miss Pen. How?

Tim. Fath and soul! 'tis true, mistress; and I am his son Tim, and will swear it.

Miss Pen. Why, is not Mr. Timothy Gazette with my niece Susannah Trifle?

Tim. Who, me? Lord! no, 'tis none of I, it is cousin Hartop in my clothes.

Miss Pen. What's this? and pray who

Enter Hartop and Miss Sukey Trifle.

Jenk. Why, as I see the affair is concluded, you may, madam, call me Jenkins: come, Hartop, you may now throw off your disguise; the knight had like to have embarrassed us.

Miss Pen. How, Mr. Jenkins! and would

sir, participate of a plot too?

you

Hart.

Hart. Madam, in the issue your family will I hope, have no great reason to repent; I always had the greatest veneration for Miss Penelope Trifle's understanding, the highest esteem for her virtues; and should think myself highly honoured in being regarded as her relation.

Miss Pen. Sir, I shall determine on nothing till I am apprised of my brother's resolution.

Hart. For that we must wait.-Sir Gregory, I must intreat your and your son's pardon for some little liberties I have taken with you both.-Mr. Jenkins, I have the highest obligation to your friendship.And, miss, when we become a little better acquainted, I flatter myself the change will not prove unpleasing.

Miss Suk. I know nothing at all about it. Hart. Sir Gregory, we shall have your company at dinner?

Sir Greg. Lack-a-day! no, no: that boy has spoiled my stomach !-Come, Tim, fetch thy rib, and let us be jogging towards Wales: but how thou wilt get off with thy mother

Tim. Never fear, father!

Since you have been pleas'd our nuptial knot to bless.

We shall be happy all our lives-more or less!

[Exeunt omnes.]