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Scene between Mrs. BELVILLE, Miss WALSINGUAM, and Lady Rachel Mildew.On DUELLING.

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find pleasures in pursuits which they cannot remember without the deepest horror: which they cannot follow without the meanest fraud : and which they cannot effi ct without consequences the most dreadful?' The greatest triumph which a libertine can experience is too despicable to be envied : 'tis at beft nothing but a victory over humanity: and if he is a husband, he must be undoubtedly tortured on the wheel of ra collection. Enter Miss WALSINGHAM and Lady RACHEL MILDEW.

Miss Wal. My dear Mrs. Belville, I am extremely unhappy to see you so diftreflcd. Lkdy Rach. Now I am extremely glad to see her fo

; for if she were not greatly distreffed, it would be mcnftrcuf ly unnatural.

Mrs. Bel. O Matilda ! husband ! my children !

Miss Wal. Don't weep, my dear! don't weep! pray be comforted, all may end kappily. Lady Rachel, beg of her not to cry fo.

Lady Racb. Why; you are crying yourself, Miss Wolfingham, And though I think it out of character to encourage ber tears, I cannot help keeping you company.

Mrs. Bel. 0, why is not fome effectual method con. trived to prevent this horrible practice of dullmg ?

Lady Racb. l'il expose it on the frage, fince the law now a days kindly leaves the whole cognizance of it to the theatre.

Miss Wal. And yet, if the laws against it, were as well enforced as the laws againil destroying the gaine, perhaps it would be equally for the benefit of the kingdom.

Mrs. Bil. No law will ever be effe clual till the custom is rendered infamous, Wives must friek ! mothers must agonize; orphans must be multiplied ! unless faine ble led hand strip the fascinating glare from bonurable murder, and bravely expose the idol who is worshiped thus in blood. While it is ditreputable to obey the laws, we cannot look for reforiration. But if the duel. ist is once banished from she preience of his fovereign, if die is fer life excluded the confidence of his country ; it

a in ark of indelible disgrace is ftamped upon him, the word of public justice will be the sole chastifer of wrongs : trifles will not be punished with death, and offences really meriting fach a punishment will be reserved for the only proper revenge, the common executioner.

Lady Racb. I could not have expressed myfell better on this subject, my dear ; but till such a hand as you talk of, is found, the best will fall into error of the times.

Miss Wal. Yes, and butcher each other like midinen, for feat their courage should be fufpected by fools.

Colonel Rivers and Sir HARRY.

Sir Har. CULON le. are moft obedienti

. I am come

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upon the old business : for unless I am al. lowed to entertain hopes of Miss Rivers, I Mall be the most iniferable of all human beings.

Riv. Sir Harry, I have already told you by letter, and I now tell you personally, I cannot listen to your propofals.

Sir Hår. No, Sir ?

Riv. No, Sir ; I have promised my daughter to Mr.. Sidney : do

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know that, Sir ? Sir. Hur. I do, but what then ? Engagements of this kind you know

Riv. So then, you know I have promised her to Mr. Sid.

Sir Hır. I do, but I also know that matters are not final. ly settled between Mr. Sidney & you; and I moreover know that his fortune is by no incans equal to inine, therefore

Riv. Sir Harry, let me ask you one queftion before you inake your confequence.

Sir Hur. A thousand if your please, Sir.
Riv. Why theil, Sir, let me aik you, what

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have ever observed in me, or my conduct, that you detire me lo fania liarly to break my word ? I thought, Sir, you considered me as a man of honor.

Sir Hir. And so I do, Sir, a man of the niceft honor.

Riv. And yet, Sir, you ask me to violate the fanctity of my word ; and tell the directly, that it is any interest to be a rascal.

Sir Hır. I really don't understand you, Colonel : Iythot I was talking to a man who knew the world, and as you have: not figncd

Riv, Why this is mending matters with a witneis! And so you think because I am not legally bound, I am under no necessity of keeping my word! Sir Harry, laws were never made for men of honor ; they want no bond but the reclitade of their own sentiments; and laws are of no use but to bind the villains of society.

Sir H.ir. W'ell! but my dear Colonel, if you have no regard for me, she w forne little regard for your daughter.

Riv. I thew the greateft regard for my daughter by giving her to a man of honor, and I must not be insulted with any further repetition of your propofals.

Sir Har. Infult you, Colonel ? is the offer of my alliance an insult? Is iny readiness to make what fettlements yeu think proper

Riv. Sir Harry I should consider the offer of a king dom an infult, if it were to be purchased by the violation of my word. Belides tho my daughter shall never go a beggar to the arins of her husband, I would rather fee her happy than rich, and if lie has enough to provide handsomely for a young family, and fomething to fpare for the exigencies of a worthy friend, I shall thick her as afluent as if the was mistress of Mexico. .

Sir Har. Well, Colonel, I have done ; But I believe

Riv. Well, Sir Harry, and as our conference is done, we will, if you please retire to the ladies. I shall always be glad of our acquaintance, though I cannot receave you as a fon in law, for a union of interest I look upon as a union of dishonor, and consider marriage for money, at best but a legal proftitution,

Sly. HOW

Srene between SHYLOCK and TUBAL.*
OW now, Tubal! what news from Genoa ?

Have you heard any thing of my backsliding daughter?

Tub. I often caine where I heard of her, but could not fuud her.

Shy. Why, there, there, there, a diamond gone that coft ane two thousand ducats at Frankfort! The curfe never fell upon the nation till now! I never felt it before. Two thoufand ducats in that and other precious jewels! I wish

Shylock had sent Time after his daughter, who had cloped his house. Antonio was a merchant hated by Shylock.

And turn thy eyes thus coldly on thy prince?

the lay deal at my feet! No news of them ! and I'know not what was spent in the search. Loss upon loss. The thief gone with so much, and fo much to find the thief ; and no satisfaction, no revenge ; no ill luck firring buç. what lights on iny shoulders.

Tub. O yes, other mien lave ill luck too, Antonio, as I lieard in Geno?... Sbyol Interrupting bim) What, has he had ill luck? Tub. Has had a fhip.cast away coming froin Tripoli. Sby. Thank fortune ? Is it true? Is it true ?

Tüb. I spoke with some of the failors that escaped from the wreck.

Sby. I thank you, good Tubal. Good news! Good news! What, in Genoa, you spoke with them.

Tub. Your daughther, as I heard, spent twenty ducats in one night.

Sby. You stick a dagger in me, Fubal. I never shall fee my gold again. Twenty Ducats in one night! Twenty ducats! O father Abraham !

Tub. There came feveral of Antonio's creditors in iny company to Venice, who say he cannot but break.

Sby. I am glad on't. I'll plague him ;. I'll torture himn ; I am glad on't.

Tub. One of them Dhewed me a ring he had of your daughter for a monkey.

Sby. Out upon her ; you torture me, Tubal ! It was my ruby. I would not have given it for as many monkies as could stand together upon the Rialta.

Tub. Antonio is certainly undone.

Sby. Ay, ay, there is some comfort in that. Go, Tu: bal, engage an officer. Tell him to be ready : }'ll be revenged on Antonio :: T'It wath iny hands to the elbows.in hss heart's blood;

JUBA and Syphax.
Y PHAX, I joy to meet thee thus alone.

I have observid:of late thiy looks are falling,
O'er calt with gloomy cares and discontent:
Then, tell me, Syphax, I conjure thee, tell me
What are the thoughts that knit thy brow in frowns,

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Sbyp. 'Tis not my talent to conceal my thoughts,
Or carry smiles, or funline in my face,
When discontent fits heavy at my heart :
I have not so much of the Roman in me.

Jub. Why dost thou cast out such ungenerous terms,
Against the lords and sovereigns of the world ?
Dost not thou see mankind fall down before them ?
And own the force of their fuperior virtue?
Is there a nation in the wilds of Afric,
Amidtt our barren rocks and burning sands,
That does not trenible at the Roman name ?

Sypb. Gods! where's the worth that fets this people up
Above your own Nuniidia's táwøy fons ?
Do they with tougher finews bend the bow ?
Or flies the javelin swifter to its mark,
Launch'd with the vigor of a Roman arm?
Who like our active African instructs
The fiery steed, and trains him to his hand ?
Or guides in troops the embattled elephant,
Laden with war? Theft, these are arts, iny prince,
In which your Zania does not stoop to Rome.

Jub. These all are virtees of a mé a ner rank,
Perfections that are placed in bones and nervés ;
A Roman soul is bept on higher views;
To civilize the rude uspolini'd world;
To lay it under the restraint of laws ;
'to make man mild, and fociable to map :
To cultivate the wild licentious savage
With wisdom, discipline, and liberal arts;
The establishments of life ; virtues like these
Miake human nature shine, refawm the soul,
And brake our fierce barbarians into men.

Sybp. Patience, just heavens ! --Excuse an old naii's
What are those wonderous civilizing arts, [warmth.
This Roman polith, and this finooth behaviour,
That render man thus tractable and tame ?
Are they not only to difguise our paflions,
To fer our looks at variance with our thoughts,
To check the starts and fallies of the soul,
And break off all its commerce with the tongue ?
In short, to change us into other creatures,
Than what our nature or the Gods dcfign'd us.

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