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the duties of that condition, which I am shortly to owe to your favour, will give you convincing proofs of my' gratitude.

Flint. Your gratitude, Miss! but we talk of your love! and of that I must have plain and positive proofs.

Miss Lin. Proofs! of what kind?

Flint. - To steal away directly with me to my lodgings

Miss Lin. Your lodgings !

Flint. There pass the night; and in the morning, the very minute we rise, we will march away to the Abbey:

Miss Lin. Sir!

Flint. In short, Miss, 'I must have this token of your love, or not a syllable more of the marriage.

Miss Lin. Give me patience!

Flint. Come, Miss! we have not a moment to lose; the coast is clear: Should somebody come, you will

put it out of my power to do what I design.

Miss Lin. Power? Hands off, Mr. Flint! Power? I promise you, Sir, you shall never have me in your power!

Flint. Hear, Miss!

Miss Lin. Despicable wretch! From what part of my character could your vanity derive a hope that I would submit to your infamous purpose?

Flint. Don't be in a

Miss Lin. To put principle out of the question, not a creature that had the least tin&ture of pride could fall a victim to such a contemptible

Flint. Why, but, Miss


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Miss Lin.' It is true, in compliance with the earnest request of my friends, I had consented to facrifice my peace to their pleasure: and, though reluctant, would have given you my hand.

Flint. Vastly well!

Miss Lin. What motive, but obedience to them, could I have had in forming an union with you? Did you presume I was struck with your personal merit, or think the sordidness of your mind and manners would tempt 'me?

Flint. Really, Miss, this is carrying-

Miss Lin. You have wealth, I confess; buc where could have been the advantage to me? As a reward for becoming your drudge, I might perhaps have received a scanty subsistence; for I could hardly suppose you would grant the free ufe of that to your wife, which your meanness had denied to yourself

. Flint. So, so, fo! By and bye she will alarm the whole house !

Miss Lin. The whole house? ''the whole town Thall be told! Sure, the greatest misfortune that Poverty brings in its train, is the subjecting us to the insults of wretches like this, who have no * other merit than what their riches bestow on them.

Flint. What a damnable vixen!

Miss. Lin. Go, Sir! leave the house! I am ashamed you have had the power to move me; and never more let me be Thocked with your fight!

Enter Lady Catharine and Mrs. Linnet. L. Cath. How's aw wi you within?-Gad's inercy, what's the mater wi Mess? I well hope,



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Maister Flint, it is nae you wha ha fet her a wailing

Mrs Lin. Kitty, my love!

Miss Lin. A modeft propofal of that gentleman's

L. Cath. Of what kind ?

Miss Lin. Only this moment to quit my father and

you, and take up my lodging with him. L. Cath. To-night! aw that is quite out of the order of things; that is ne'er done, Maister Flint, till after the ceremony of the nuptials is faid.

Flint. No? then, I can tell your ladyship, it will never be done.

L. Cath, How !
Enter Major Rackett, Sir Christopher Crippk, and

Sir Chr. We beg pardon for taking the liberty
to come in, Mrs. Linnet; but we were afraid
fome accident might have happened to Miss,

Mrs. Lin. There has, Sir.
Rack. Of what kind?

Mrs. Lin. That worthy gentleman, under pretence of friendship to us, and honourable views to my daughter, has hatched a treacherous design inevitably to ruin


Sir Chr. What, he? Flint?
Mrs. Lin. Even he.

Sir Chr. An impudent son of a Billy, lead, me up, that I may take a peep at the puppy.Your servant, young gentleman! what, is it true that we hear? A sweet swain this, to tempt a vìrgin to fin! Why, Old Nick has made a miltake here-- he used to be more expertin his angling



- for what female on earth can be got to catch at this bait?

1. Cath. Haud, haud you, Sir Christopher Cripple! let Maister Flint and I have a short conference upon the occasion.-I find, Maister Flint, you ha made a little mistake; but marriage will set aw maters right i' the instant: I suppose you persevere to gang wi Mefs to kirk in the morning

Flint. No, madam; nor the evening neither. L. Cath. Mercy a Gad! what, do you

refuse to ratify the preliminaries?

Flint. I don't say that neither.

Sir Chr. Then name the time in which you will fulfil them: A week?

L. Cath. A fortnight? Mrs Lin. A month? Flint. I won't be bound to no time. Rack. A rascally evasion of his, to avoid an action at law.

Sir Chr. But, perhaps, he may be disappointed in that.

Ľ Cath. Well, but, Maister Flint, are you willing to make Mess a pecuniary acknowledge. ment for the damage?

Flint. I have done her no damage, and I'll make no reparation.

Rack. Twelve honest men of your country may happen to differ in judgment.

Flint. Let her'try, if she will.

Sir Chr. And I promise you the Tha'n't be to seek for the means.

L. Cath. If you be nae afraid o' the laws, ha you nae sense oʻshame?

Rack. He sense of shame?
L. Cath. Gad's wull, it sha' cum to the proof:
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You mụn ķen, gued folk, at Edinbrugh, laist. winter, I got acquainted with Maister Foote, the play-actor: I wull get him to bring the filthy loon on the stage

Sir Chr. And expose him to the contempt of the world; he richly deserves it,

Flint. Ay, he may write, you may rail, and the people may hiss, and what care 1? i have that at home that will keep up my spirits. · L. Cath. At hame? Rack. The wretch ineans his money.

Flint. And what better friend can any man have? tell me the place where its influence fails? ask that gentleman how he got his cockade. Money! I know its worth, and therefore can't too carefully keep it: At this very instant I have a proof of 'its value; it enables me to laugh at that squeamish impertinent girl, and despise the weak efforts of your impotent malice: Call me forth to your courts when you pleale; that will procure me able defenders, and good witnesses too, if they are wanted.

[Exit. Sir Chr. Now there's a fellow that will never reform!

Rack. You had better let him alone; it is in vain to expect justice or honour from him: What a most contemptible cur is a miser!

Sir Chr. Ten thousand times worse than a highwayman: That poor devil only pilfers from Peter or Paul, and the money is scattered as soon as received; but the wretch thata ccumulates for the sake of secreting, annihilates what was intended for the use of the world, and is a robber of the whole human race. Rack. And of himself into the bargin.


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