gone, not a ftiver ftirring. They could as Toon raife the dead as two pounds two; nick me, but I have a great mind to tie up, and ruin the rafcals-What, has Transfer been here this morning?

Enter Dick.

Sir Geo. Any body here this morning, Dick?

Dick. No body, your honour,

Load. Repique the rafcal. He promised to be here before me,

Dick. I beg your honour's pardon. Mrs. Cole from the Piazza was here, between feven and eight,

Sir Geo. An early hour for a lady of her calling.

Dick. Mercy on me! The poor gentlewoman is mortally altered fince we ufed to lodge there, in our jaunts from Oxford; wrapt up in flannels: all over the rheumatife.

Load, Ay, ay, old Moll is at her last stake. Dick, She bade me fay, the juft ftopt in her way to the tabernacle'; after the exhortations, the fays, fhe'll call again,

Sir Geo. Exhortation! Oh, I recollect. Well, whilft they only make profelytes from that profeffion, they are heartily welcome to them. She does not mean to make me a convert?

Dick. I believe the has fome fuch defign upon me: for fhe offered me a book of hymns, a fhilling, and a dram, to go along with her. Sir Geo. No bad fcheme, Dick. Thou haft

a fine fober, pfalm-finging countenance; and when thou haft been fome time in their trammels, may make as able a teacher as the best of 'em.

Dick. Laud fir, I want learning.

Sir Geo. Oh, the fpirit, the fpirit will fupply all that, Dick, never fear,

Enter Sir William, as a German Baron.

My dear baron, what news from the Haymarket? What fays the Florenza? Does fhe yield? Shall I be happy? Say yes, and command my fortune.

Sir Will, I was never did fee fo fine a woman fince I was leave Hamburgh; dere was all de colour, all red and white, dat was quite natural; point d'artifice. Then fhe was dance and fing-I vow to heaven, I was never fee de

like!

Sir Geo, But how did the receive my embaffy? What hopes?

Sir Will. Why dere was, monfieur le chevalier, when I first enter, dree or four damn'd queer people! ah, ah, dought I, by gad I guefs your bufinefs. Dere was one fat big woman's, dat I know long time: le valet de chambre was tell me dat fhe came from agrand merchant; ha, ha, dought I, by your leave, stick to your shop; or, if you must have de pritty girl, dere is de play-hous, dat do very well for you; but for de opera, pardonnez, by dat is meat for your master.

gar

Sir Geo, Infolent mechanic!--but she defpifed him?

Sir Will, Ah, may foy, he is damn'd rich, has beaucoup de guineas; but after de fat wo man go, I was tell the fignora, madam, dere is one certain chevalier of dis country, who has travelled, fee de world, bien fait, well made, beaucoup d'Esprit, a great deal of monies, who beg, by gar, to have de honour to drow him felf at your

feet.

Sir Geo. Well, well, baron.

Sir Will. She aska your name; as foon as I tell her, aha, by gar, dans an instant, she melt like de lomp of fugar: the run to her bu-. reau, and, in de minute, return wid de paper Sir Geo, Give it me,

Les preliminaires d'une traité entre le chevalier Wealthy, and la Signora Florenza..

A bagatelle, a trifle; fhe fhall have it,

Load. Hark'e, knight, what is all that there outlandish ftuff?

Sir Geo. Read, read. The eloquence of an gels, my dear baron!

Load. Slam me, but the man's mad! I don't understand their gibberish-What is it in Eng

lith?

Sir Geo. The preliminaries of a fubfidy trea ty, between Sir G. Wealthy, and Signora Florenza? that the faid Signora will refign the poffeffion of her perfon to the faid Sir George, on the payment of three hundred guineas monthly, for equipage, table, domeftics, dress, dogs, and diamonds; her debts to be duly discharged, and a note advanced of five hun dred by way of entrance.

Load.

Load. Zounds, what a cormorant! She muft be devilish handfome,

Sir Geo. I am told fo.

Load, Told fo! Why, did you never fee her?

Sir Geo, No; and poffibly never may, but from my box at the opera.

Load. Hey-dey! Why, what the devilSir Geo, Ha, ha, you ftare, I don't wonder at it. This is an elegant refinement, unknown to the grofs voluptuaries of this part of the world. This is, Mr. Loader, what may be called a debt to your dignity: for an opera girl is as effential a piece of equipage for a man of fashion, as his coach,

Load, The devil!

Sir Geo. 'Tis for the vulgar only to enjoy' what they poffefs; the diftinction of ranks and conditions are, to have hounds, and ne ver hunt; cooks, and dine at taverns; houses you never inhabit; miftreffes, you never enjoy

Load. And debts, you never pay. Egad, I am not surpriz'd at it; if this be your trade, no wonder that you want money for neceffa ries, when you give fuch a damn'd deal for nothing at all.

Enter Servant.

Serv. Mrs. Cole, to wait upon your ho

nour.

Sir Geo, My dear baron, run, difpatch my affair, conclude my treaty, and thank her for the very reasonable conditions.

Sir Will, I fall,

Sir Geo. Mr. Loader, fhall I trouble your to the lady? She is, I think, your acquaintance.

introduce.

Load. Who, old Moll? Ay, ay, he's your market-woman, I wou'd not give fix-pence for your fignoras. One armful of good, wholefome British beauty, is worth a hipload of their trapfing, tawdry trollops. But hark'e, baron, how much for the table? Why, the must have a devilish large family, or a mon ftrous ftomach.

Sir Will, Ay, ay, dere is her moder, la complaifante to walk in de Park, and to go to de play; two broders, deux valets, dree Spanish lap-dogs, and, de monkey.

Load. Strip me, if I wou'd fet five fhillings against the whole gang. May my part ner renounce with the game in his hand, if I were you, knight, if I would not

[Ex. Bar Sir Geo. But the lady waits. [Er. Load.]; A ftrange fellow this! What a whimfical jargon he talks! Not an idea abstracted from, play? To fay truth, I am fincerely fick of my acquaintance: But, however, I have the firft people in the kingdom to keep me in countenance. Death and the dice level all diftin Єtions.

Enter Mrs. Cole, fupported by Loader and Dick.

Mrs. Cole, Gently, gently,

Loader.

good. Mr.

Load. Come along, old Moll. Why, you, jade, you look as rofy this morning, I must