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your favour.

Gerget. And why so ? Can there be any thing more natural than to defire the affiftance of the person who loves us ? Of my attachment I hope you have no reason to doubt.

Mrs. Air. That, Sir, is the very source of my forrow, and has determined me to support every evil ; nay, to apply even to Mr. Aircastle him self, rather than

Gorget. How, madam! then it is plain I have lost your esteem. Fool that I was, to be lulled by the bewitching lines of your letter ! I thought that I had detected Love, that fly lurcher, lurk. ing under the mask of confidential-But now I unfortunately

find how far I am from Mrs. dir. Cruel, unjust colonel Gorget!

Gorget. Ha! am I unjust ? you revive me! you restore me tomBut banish every thought of an obligation to any but me; I should be jea. lous of

Mrs. Air. But really, colonel, the sum is

Gorget. Of no importance at all; a mere trifle ; just nothing : I thall not feel it, believe me.

Mrs. Air, How can I be too grateful for such a generous proof of your friendship? Sure you were born to

Enter Toby. What the deuce has brought that booby back!

(Afide. Toby. Father desires you would call in your way, and take himn up at the sword-cutler's.

Gorget. How! the young cub? This is lucky beyond expectation! -Here, madam, are the five hundred guineas, which you will be kind enough to pay, with my thanks to Mr. Aircastle, your husband.


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Mrs. Air. Finely taken and turned; what infinite wit and contrivance ! [afide. ]—But would it not be right, colonel, just to sign a receipt ?

"Gorget. Unnecessary, madam ; but just as you please.

Mrs. Air. There is pen and ink in the room over head. Gorget. Give me leave to conduct you.

[Exeunt Gorget and Mrs. Air. Toby. I don't understand what father and mo. ther's about. Here am I dizened, and skewer ed, and graced, just like a young colt that is a-breaking : Nay, they were going to advertise me too, as if I was really a horse ; but lawyer Flaw has made them alter cheir minds, and I am to be disposed of by private contract, I think. I can't say that I am over-fond of their ways. Oh, poor Betsy Blossom ! let them match me to whoever they will, I shall never love any like thee : I believe I should have put an end to their project, if I could but have found-Hey! who is chis ? Mercy on me! sure it must be her ghoft! and yet that can't be; because ghosts, they say, never comes but at night. Betly!

Enter Betsy Blossom Betfy. Master Toby! Töby. But is it possible ! can it be you? Betsy. As you see. · Toby. Well, and how ? Lord, I have ten thousand questions to ask you. Where haft been? how doft do? how comest here? Why, you are vast fine, Betsy, all of a sudden; you be not married?

Betfy. Married ! no, no ; you have put that out of my power, you know.


Toby. Me? how so, Mrs. Betty?

Betfy. Is that a question now to be asked? have you so soon forgot what has happened between us?

Toby. No, no, I remember some part pretty well, I believe: But you cannot come for to go for to say, that we ever went to church together, in that there way you mean,

Betsy. That ceremony, Mr. Toby; you know well, was all that was wanting :

Toby. Besides, it could not be, Mrs. Betsy; because why, as father says, since the parliamenthouse interfered, it is against the law to inarry for love.

Betsy. How! what, are all your vows, oaths, promises, forgot? does not this sixpence, broken between us, when we last met in the grove, stare you full in the face?

Toby. Yes'; I have t'other half in my pocket.

Betsy. Does not your conscience, Mr. Toby, upbraid you? But men are all traitors alike! their whole study is to delude poor innocent maids. Oh! why did I trust that fair face and flattering tongue, and not suspect the wily serpent that was lurking beneath :: : Toby. Nay, Betsy

Betfy. But my prayers, are granted, however; my only wish was to see you once moreToby. My sweet, dear, little Betsy

Betsy. Once more to survey that sweet form; the business of life is now over! Eyes, take your last look! open, thou cold earth, to receive me Toby. Lord have mercy! if you

don't frighten me out of my wits. Betsy, To thy dreary mansion I come! there



my sorrows will cease, and my Thame, and name be-forgot by the unpitying-Oh! [Faints

. Toby. Stop, stop, dearest Betsy, and take me along with you! Murder, fire, water! Waiter! what, will nobody come to affift her?

Enter Tom.
Tom. Bless me, Sir! what can be the matter?

Toby. Why, here is a poor young creature at her last gasp: Clap her hand, and bend her forward a bit! - Tom Mifs Betsy? mercy on us! how came this about? It is only a fit; she revives, her eyes begin to open a little.

Betsy. Where am I?
Toby. In the fore-room, up one pair of stairs.

Tom. Bless'me, Sir, what can be the occasion of this?

Toby. Why, it is a young woman that is breaking her heart.

Tom. Her heart? and for what?
Toby. Why, for love of me, to be fure.

Tom. And can you be such a barbarian? why, you must have the heart of a tiger, to stand un ihocked at such a horrible scene,

Toby. Nay, I have been shocked enough, if that is all.

Tom. Then why don't you remove her distress? Toby. Why, she wants me to marry her. Tom. And is that all she asks; and can you hesitate for such a trifle as that?

Toby. Why, how can I, when father and mother have promised me to an Indian woman, as rich as a Jew, from beyond sea?

Betsy. How! and have I a rival? perjured monster! But think not my death shall finally


close our account; my fhade, like Margaret's grimly ghost, shall pursue thee, haunt thee in dreams at midnight, thake thy curtains round thy guilty head, and holloa in thine ear!

Bethink thee, Toby, of thy fault,

Thy pledge and broken oath;
And give me back my maiden vow,
And give me back my

troth. Toby Take it with you, Mrs. Betty, whenever you please, Bethy Sings } For this I'U haunt thy midnight dreams,

And bover round thy bed;
Thy ears Poll fill with barrid screams,

Nor leave thee till thau'rt dead. Poby. Why, you won't go to be fo cruel, I hope! what, is there no amends to be made?

Tom. So, Sir, you see, dead or alive, the is determined to plague you

Toby. Yes, yes; I see it well enough. Lord, who could have thought it? She is mightily changed fince her coming to London.

Fom. This town is apt to open the mind.

Toby: Is it! I hope it will fhut again, though, wben she gets into the country. But pray, Mr. What-d'ye-call-em, by what chance did Betsy come here?

Tom. My Mistress took her in, out of compaflion: It is wonderful how charitable a lady The is! why, we have five or fix more young women here in the same situation.

Toby. Indeed ? she muft be the most goodest woman on earth: Well, if the don't go to hea: ven, what chance has fuch a poor creature as I ?


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