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Enter Lady Catharine Coldfream., !

L. Catb. Come, come, Maister Flint, I'll set, your hert at rest in the instant : you ken weel enow, lafles are apt to be modest and shy; then take her answer fra me: Prepare the minister, and aw the rest of the tackle, and you will find us ready to gang to the kirk.

Flint. Mifs, may I rely on what her ladyship says ?

'L. Cath. Gad's mercy! I think the mon is bewitched ! he wonna take a woman of quality's word for fik a trifling thing as a wife.

Flint. Your ladyship will impute it all to my fears. Then I will straight set about getting the needful.

L. Cath. Gang your gait as fast as you lift. .

Flint. Lord bless us ! I had like to have forgot-I have, please your ladyship, put up here in a purse a few presents, that if Miss would but deign to accept

1. Cath. Ah! that's aw wright ; quite in the order of things : As maters now stand, there is no harm in her accepting of presents fra you, Maister Flint ; you may produce.

Flint. Here is a Porto-Bello pocket-piece of Admiral Varnon, with his image a one side, and fix men of war only, all in full fail, on the other

L. Cath. That's a curious medallion !

Flint. And here is a half-crown of Queen Anne's, as fresh as when it came out from the Mint : 1 have refused two and eight-pence for it a hundred times.

L. Cath. Yes, yes; it is in very fine preservation, D


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Flint. In this here paper there are two mourning-rings ; that, which my aunt Bother'em left me, might serve very well, I should think, for the approaching happy occasion.

L. Cath. How ! a mourning-
Flint. Because why, the motto's so pat;

True, till death

Shall stop my breath. . L. Cath. Ay, ay, that contains mickle morali

ty, Mess.

Flint. And here is, fourthly, a silver coral and bells, with only a bit broke off the coral when I was cutting my grinders : This was given me by my godfather Slinglby; and I hope will be in use again before the year comes about.

L. Cath, Na doubt, na doubt! Leave that matter to us; I warrant we impede the Flint family from fawing into oblivion.

Flint. I hope so: I should be glad to have a son of my own, if so be, bụt to leave him my fortune ; because why, at present there is no mortal that I care a farthing about.

L. Cath. Quite a philosopher. Then dispatch, Maister Flint, dispatch ! for you ken, at your time of life, you hanna a moment to lose.

Flint. True, true, Your ladyship's entirely devoted-Miss, I am your most affectionate flave!

[Exit. L. Cath. A faunzy lad, this Maister Flint : You see, Mess, he has a meaning in aw he does.

Miss Lin. Might I be permitted to alter your ladyship's words, I should rather say, meanness

. I., Cath. It is na mickle mater what the mon is at present; wi a little management, you may mould him into

form that



Miss Lin. I am afraid he is not made of such pliant materials : But, however, I have too far advanced to retire ; the die is cast! I have no chance now, unless my Corydon should happen to alter his mind.

L. Cath. Na, Mess: there is na danger in that : You may ken the treaty is concluded under my mediation ; an he should dare to draw back, Lady Catharine Coldstream would find means to punish his perfidy.-Come away, Mess!


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Sir Christopher Cripple, Sour-Crout, de Jarsey, Major

Rackett, and Poultice, discovered fitting at a table.

Sir Christopher Cripple. WE must take care that Flint does not sur

prise us; for the scoundrel is very suspicious.

Rack. There is no danger of that ; I lodged him safely at Linner's : Button stands centry at the end of the streetı; so that we shall be instantly apprised of every motion he makes.

Poul. Well managed, my Major !

Sir Chr. Yes, yes; the cunning young dog knows very well what he is about.

Sour-Cr. Upon my vord, Major Rackett has very fine disposition to make a figure at de head of de army ; five or fix German campaigns will

- Ah,


-Ah, dat is de best school in de vorld for make a de var.

Sir Chr. Five or fix German campaigns !
Sour-Cr. Ay, Chevalier ; vat you say to dat?

Sir Chr. O Mynheer! nothing at all : A German war, for aught I know, may be a very good school ; but it is a damned expensive edu.

; cation for us.

De Jar. C'est vrai, Chevalier; dat is all true; ce pay Ja, dat place is de grave for de Frenchman and define English Guinea.

Sir Chr. True, Monsieur ; but our guineas are rather worse off than your men, for they stand no chance of rising again.

De Jar. Ha, ha, ha! dat is very vell ! le Chevalier have beaucoup d'esprit, great deal of wit, ma foi.

Rack. I think the Knight is in luck. But don't let us lose sight of our subject ! You, Gentle-, men, are all prepared, perfect in the several parts you are to play

Rack. You, Mynheer Sour-Crout?

Sour-Cr. I understand : I will pique his honour ; de pride of his famille.

Rack. Right. Poultice

Poul. I will alarm him on the side of his health.

Sir Chr. Next to his money, the thing in the world he inolt minds.

Rack. You, de Jarsey, and Button, will employ all your eloquence on the prudential side of the-Oh, dear Jarsey! here is a draft for the pipe of Port that I promised.

De Jar. Dat is right.
Rack. The only receipt to get bawds, bo-


All. Ay, ay.


roughs, or Frenchmen. (Aside.]-Oh, here Bil-
ly comes.

Enter Button.
Well, Billy! what news ?

Button. I am vast afraid all inatters are concluded at last.

Rack. Ay! prithee why so ?

Button. Because why, in ten minutes after you went, out bolted the Squire, and hurry-scurried away to layer Lattitat's, who, you know, arrests his tenants, and does all his concarns.

Rack. True: Well

Button. I suppose, to gi’hiw orders about drawing up the writings:

Sir Chr. Not unlikely. But you think Flint will come to the club?

Button. There is no manner of doubt of it ; because why, he holloo'd to me from over the way, “What, Billy, I suppose you are bound

to the Bear : Well, boy, I Mall be hard ac

your heels ;” and he seeined in prodigious vaft spirits.

Rack. I am mistaken if we don't lower chem a little. Well, Gentlemen, the time of action draws near. Knight, we must decamp. Sir Chr. When you will.

. Rack. I think, Sir Christopher, you lodge in the same house with the Linnets?

Sir Chr. Just over their heads.

Rack. Then thither we'll go. Ten to one, if our plot operates as I expect, the hero will return to their house.

Sir Chr. Most likely.

Rack. We are come to a crifs, and the cataltrophe of our piece can't be very far off. D 3


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