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Mrs. Mech. Let her wait for the Commissary here, I will introduce him the instant he is dressed.

[Exit Mrs. Mechlin. Sim. Miss Dolly, you may come in, your aunt will be here in an instant.

Enter Dolly and JENNY.
Dolly. Hush, Simon, hush, to your post.
Sim. I am gone

[Exit Simon. Dolly. Well, Jenny, and have I the true quality air ? Fen. As perfe&ly, ma'am, as if you

had been bred to the business; and for figure, I defy the first of them all. For my part, I think Mr. Fungus very well off; when the secret comes out, I don't see what right he has to be angry.

Dolly. Oh, when once he is noored, let him struggle as much as he will, the cord will be drawn only the tighter.

Fen, Ay, ay, we may trust to your management. I hope, miss, I shall have the honour to follow your fortunes ; there will be no bearing this house, when once you have left it.

Dolly. No, Jenny, it would be barbarous to rob my aunt of so useful a second; besides, for miftress and maid, we rather know one another a little too well.

7en. Indeed! but here comes Mr. Fungus ; remember distance and dignity.

Dolly. I warrant you, wench.

Jen. So, I see what I have to hope. Oar young filly seems to be secure of her match ; but I may joftle her the wrong fide the poft: we will have a trial, however ; but I must see and find out the brother.



Enter Z. FUNGUS and Mrs. MECHLIN. Fun. Yes, Scarlet is vastly becoming, and takes very much with the ladies ; quite proper too, as I have been in the army.

Mrs. Mech. Stay where you are till you are announced to ihe lady. Mr. Fungus begs leave to throw himself at your ladyship's feet.

Dolly. The mon may dra nigh.
Mrs. Mech. Approach.
Fun. One, two, three, ha ! Will that do?
Mrs. Mech. Pretty well.
Fun. May I begin to make love ?

1 Mrs. Mech. When you will. · Fun. Naw stand my friend, Mr. Gruel. But she has such a deal of dignity that she dashes me quite.

Mrs. Mech. Courage.

Fun. Here, hold the paper to prompt me in cafe 1 should stumble+Madam, or, May it please your lady ship, When I preponderate the grandeur of your high ginnyalogy, and the mercantile meanness of my dingy descent ; when I confider that your ancestors, like admiral Anfon, failed all round the world in the ark; and that it is a mat. ter of doubt, whether I ever had any forefathers or no; I totter, I tremble, at the thoughts of my towering ambition - Ah-a, is not Phaeton next?

Mrs. Mech. Hey!--[Looking at the paper. ]No, Luna.

Fun. Right ;--ambition-dignity how debased, distance how great ; it is as if the link fhould demand an alliance with Luna; or the bushy-bramble court the boughs of the stately Scotch fir; it is as if What's next? ?


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Mrs. Mech. Next hey ;-I have lost the place I am afraid Come, come, enough has been faid; you have shewn the sense you entertain of the honour. Upon these occasions, a third person is fittest to cut matters short. Your ladyship hears that

Dolly. Yes, yes, I ken weel enough what the mon would be at. Mrs. Mechlin has spear'd fike things in your great commendations, Mr. Fungus, that I cannot but say I clik'd a fancy to you from the very beginning.

Fun. Much obliged to Mrs. Mechlin, indeed, please your la’ship.

Dolly. You ken I am of as auncient a family as any North Briton can boast.

Fun. I know it full well, please your la’ship.

Dolly. And that I shall get the ill-wull of a' my kin by this match.

Fun. I am sorry for that, please your la ship.

Dolly. But after the ceremony it will be proper to withdraw from town for a short space oʻtime.

Fun. Please your la’ship, what your la'lhip pleases.

Dolly. In order to gi that gossip, Scandal, just time to tire her tongue.

Fun. True, your la’ship. Dolly. I mun expect that the folk will mak' free wi' my character in choosing fike a consort as you.

Fun. And with me too, please your la’ship.
Dolly. Wi
Mrs. Mech. Hold your tongue.

Dolly. Donna you think the honor will dra' mickle envy upon you ?

Fun. Oh, to be fure, please your la’ship. I did not mean that. Delly. Weel, I say we'll gang into the country.


you, mon !

Fun. As soon as your la’ship pleases; I have a sweet house hard by Reading.

Dolly. You ha'; that's right.

Fun. One of the most pleasantest places that can be again.

Dolly. Ha’ you a good prospéą ?

Fun. Twenty stage-coaches drive every day by the door, besides carts and gentlemen's carriages.

Dolly. Ah, that will

Mrs Mech. Oh, your ladyship will find all things prepared: in the next room the attorney waits with the writings.

Fun. The honour of your la'ship’s hand-
Dolly. Maister Fungus, you're a little too hasty.

(Exit Dolly. Mrs. Mech. Not till after the nuptials; you must not expect to be too familiar at firft.

Fun. Pray, when do you think we shall bring the bedding about?

Mrs. Mech. About the latter end of the year, when the winter fets in.

Fun. Not before!

Enter Young Loveit, hastily. Y. Lov. I hope, Madam Mechlin, I have not exceeded my hour; but I expected Mr. Harpy would call.

Mrs. Mech. He is in the next room with a lady. Oh, Mr. Fungus, this gentleman is ambitious of obtaining the nuptial benediction from the same hands after you.

Fun. He's heartily welcome: What, and is his wife a woman of quality too ?

Mrs. Mech. No, no, a cit; but monstrously rich; but your lady will wonder


Fun. Ay, ay, but you'll follow; for I shan't know what to say to her when we are alone.

[Exit Fungus. Mrs. Mech. I will send you, fir, your spouse in an instant: the gentlewoman is a widow, so you may throw in what raptures you please.

Ý. Lov. Never fear.-- Exit Mys. Mechlin.) And yet this scene is so new, how to acquit myself-let me recollect—some piece of a play now. “ Vouchsafe divine perfection”-No, that won't do for a dowager; it is too humble and whining. But see, the door opens, so I have no time for rehearsal-I have it--" Clasp'd “ in the folds of love I'll meet my doom, and act my".

Enter Mrs. LOVEIT.
Mrs. Lov. Hah!
Y. Lov. By all that's monstrous, my mother!
Mrs. Lov. That rebel my son, as I live!

Y. Lou. The quotation was quite a-propos : had it been a little darker, I might have revived the ktory of @dipus.

Mrs. Lov. So, firrah, what makes you from

your studies ?

Y. Lov. A small hint I received of your inclina. tions brought me here, ma'am, in order to prevent, if possible, my father's fortune from going out of the family. Mrs. Lov. Your father! how dare you disturb

! his dear ashes; you know well enough how his dear memory melts me ; and that at his very name my heart is ready to break.

Y. Lov. Well said, my old matron of Ephesus.

Mrs. Lov. That is what you want, you disobedient unnatura monster ; but compleat, accomplish


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