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Enter Robin, and a Servant of Sir Robert.

Robin. My fervice to Mifs Kitty, and I should

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Ser. Of her ear! ..

Robin. Thefe low fellows know nothing of the phrases in fashion, mere Vandals and Goats: but I must accommodate myself to their country. Will you tell Mifs Kitty Combrush, that I fhould be glad to speak with her, when she is at Leisure?

Ser, Now I understand what you mean, that will I, Mafter Robin.

[Exit. Robin. Damn'd provoking however, to have our ship funk juft as we were entering the port; this could not happen but by the contrivance of fome of the crew: our captain too is most horribly hurt. This jade, I am convinced, is in the whole of the plot; but her own art, and the skill of her prompter, will make it difficult to get at the bottom,

Enter Kitty.

Kitty.. Bless me, Mr. Robin, after what has pafs'd, I little expected to fee you again at our house.

Robin. What injuftice both to me and yourfelf!

Kitty. How fo, Mr. Robin?

Robin. To your powerful attractions, and my proper difcernment.

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Kitty.

Kitty. I did not know I had any fuch things, Mr. Robin.

Robin. Infinite! but above all, your penetration is the most furprising to me. The conjuror in the Old Bailey is a fool compar'd to Mifs Kitty. You are abfolutely as knowing as one of the Civils, if the latter part of your prediction was but as fully accomplish'd.

Kitty. What was that?

Robin. Our cohabitation in the fame house, notwithstanding

Kitty. Time may bring that about, Mr. Robin.

Robin. I don't comprehend how that can happen.

Kitty. No! why, to make your master amends for the lofs of Mifs Lydia, fuppofe we were to give him Mifs Lucy

Robin. D'ye call that making my master amends?

Kitty. She is a good fhowy girl, and her fortune

Robin, Will be no temptation to him; I know he detefts her.

Kitty. Indeed!

Robin. Cordially. So that if that be the only means, I have nothing left but defpair. Oh! Mifs Kitty, think what mifery! that tender frame has a tear for pity, I'm fure; to be deprived of the warmeft wifh of my life, to be

cut off for ever--

Kitty. And do you really think as you fay? Robin. Nothing but an amiable ignorance of your own charms, could for a moment induce you to doubt it.

Kitty. Suppofe then, Mr. Robin, we were to live under our own roof, instead of that of another, don't you think it would be mending the matter?

Robin. It would be Elyfium, my angel. But how to get at the means?

Kitty. If that is your objection, they may be eafily found.

Robin. Does my lovely Kitty think I can have any other?

Kitty. Then fince that is the cafe, Mr. Robin, it is but right I fhould explain to you, what I meant by my riddle, this morning. But fee that we are fafe.

Robin. Not a foul.

Kitty. You must know, then, that this whole affair of Miss Lydia is my lady's contrivance. Robin. What, is that whole ftory a fiction? Kitty. A mere flam; nothing else; and to bring about Sir James's marriage with Lucy, her motive.

Robin. I conceive.

Kitty. Now, as the project would not do without my affiftance, my lady gave me (here it is, ftuck in my stays) a note for five hundred pounds, if the match is broke off; and a thoufand, fhould Mifs Lucy's take place.

Robin.

Hum-hum-hum-500-humhum-Rebecca Rifcounter-it is just as you fay.

Kitty. Now, as matters ftand, you see I am entitled to the first 500 directly, and, with your affiftance, perhaps the other may follow.

Robin. Not unlikely. But hold a little, dear Kitty, a little caution may not be amifs.

This mistress of your's is a damn'd artful woman; fhe has trick'd others, and won't fcruple cheating of you.

Kitty. I don't understand you.

Robin. It is not quite clear that this note is a good one.

Kitty. How!

Robin. I mean fuch a one as he will be obliged hereafter to pay.

Kitty. Then the bufinefs fhall be blown up in an instant.

Robin. Too late. She will only laugh at you when her ends are obtain'd.

Kitty. Then what fteps can we take?

Robin. There is an old master of mine, who lives in Brick-court in the Temple, as cunning a cur as ever hang'd an innocent man, or fav'd a rogue from the gallows. I'll run, and afk his opinion.

Kitty. But won't that be betraying our fecret?

Robin. Counsellors, like confeffors, are bound not to reveal their client's confeffion : befides, I can easily conceal the name of the party.

Kitty. You will come immediately back? Robin. In an inftant, unless I have your leave to go a step further.

Kitty. Further!

Robin. To Doctors Commons, for a little bit of parchment, that will foon unite us for

ever.

Kitty. O law! you are in a vaft prodigious great hurry; but, I think, Mr. Robin, you muft do as you please.

Robin. Thus let me acknowledge your kind condefcenfion. For a moment then, my dear Kitty, adieu. [Exit Kitty.] So, now I have the means in my power to refettle all our matters again. [Exit.

SCENE, A Printer's.

Margin difcovered with News-papers, Accomptbooks, &c.

Marg. September the 9th. Sold twelve hundred and thirty. June the 20th. Two thousand and fix. Good increase for the time, confidering too that the winter has been pretty pacific: dabble but little in treafons, and not remarkably fcurrilous, unlefs, indeed, in a few perfonal cafes. We muft feafon higher to keep up the demand. Writers in Journals, like ropedancers, to engage the public attention, mutt venture their necks every ftep that they take. The pleasure people feel, arifes from the rifques that we run-what's the matter?

Enter Dingey.

Ding. Mr. Hyfon has left the answer to his laft letter on Eaft-India affairs.

Befides, the
Are all our

Marg. A lazy rafcal, now his letter is forgot, he comes with an anfwer. fubject is ftale: Return it again. people in waiting?

Ding. The Attorney General to the paper, that anfwers the law cafes, is not come yet.

Marg. Oh! that's Ben Bond'em the Bailiff; prudently done; perhaps he has a writ against G

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