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hope you'll recall these rash resolutions in your cooler moments.

Hunks. No, never, I'll give you my word, and that's as fixed as the laws of the Medes and Persians.

Bļitbe. Butlook ye, Sir, here's another circumstance to be attended; my son has the deeds already in his own hauds.

Hunks. Deeds! what deeds! those I gave to my brother?

Blitbe. Yes the very same.

Hunks. What a composition of villainy and witchcraft is here! What, my deeds given up to your son ?

litbe. Yes: your brother thought that my son had an undoubted tiile to them now, since his cousin was married, and so he gave them up the next day.

Hunks. This is intolerable! I could tear the scalp from my old brainless scull; why had I not more wit than to trust them with him ? I am cheated every way! I can't trust a cent with the best friend I have on earth!

Blitbe. That is very true, 'tis no wonder you can't trust to your best friend. The truth of the case is, you have no friend, nor can you expect any so long as you make an Idol of yourself, and feast your sordid avaricious appetite upon the misfortunes of mankind. You take every possible advantage by the present calamities, to gratify your own selfish disposition. Só long as this is the case, depend upon it you will be an object of universal detestation. There is no one on earth that would not rejoice to see how you're bro't in. Your daughter now has got a good inheritance, and an agree. able parther, which you were in duty bound to grant her; but, instead of that, you were then doing the utmost to deprive her of every enjoyment in life. [Hunks puts his bands to bis breast.] I don't wonder your conscience smites you for your villainy. Don't you see how justly you have been cheated into your duty ?

Hunks. I'll go this moment to an attorney, and get a warrant; I'll put the villain in jail before an hour is ar an end, Oh, my deeds! my farms! what shall I de for my

farms! Blithe. Give yourself no farther trouble about them, there's no evidence in the case ; you must be sensible

therefore, an action can't lie. I would advise you to rest contented and learn from disappointments, not to place such an exorbitant value upon wealth. In the mean time I should be very glad of your company at the wediting. My son and his wite would be very happy to see you.

Hunks. The dragon fly away with you, and your son, and your son's wife. O! my farms! what shall I do for my farms!

Bevil and MYRTLE. Bev. S'Aj Jam

extremely obliged to you for this honor.

Myrt. The time, the place, our long acquaintance and many other circumstances, which effect me on this occasion oblige me withoutceremony or conference, to desire that you will comply with the request in my letter which you have already acknowledged the receipt.

Bev. Sir, I have received a letter from you in a very unusual stile.' But as I am conscious of the integrity of my behaviour with respect to you, and intend that every thing in this matter shall be your own seeking, I shall understand nothing but what you are pleased to confirm face to face. You are therefore to take it for granted, that I have forgot the contents of your epistle.

Myrt. Your cool behaviour, Mr. Bevil, is agreeable to the unworthy use you have niade of my simpliciiy and frankness to you. And I see, your moderation tends to your own advantage, not mine; to your own safety, not to justice for the wrongs you have done your friend.

Bev. My own safety! Mr. Myrtle.
Myrt. Your own safety, Mr. Bevil.

Myrt. Mr. Myrtle, there, is no disguising any longer that I understand what you would force me to. know my princpal won that point: and you have often heard me express my disapprobation of the savage manner of deciding quarrels, which tyrannical custom has introduced, to the breach of all laws, buth divine and human.

Myrt. Mr. Bevil, Mr. Bevil! It would be a good first principle, in those who have so tender a conscience that way, to have as much abhorrence at doing injuries, as[Turns away abruptly.]


Bev. As what?
Myrt. As fear of answering them.

Beu. Mr. Myrtle, I have no fear of answering any injury I have done you; because I meant you none; for the truth of which I am ready to appeal to any indifferent person, even of your own chusing. But I own. I am afraid of doing a wicked action; I mean of shedding your blood, or giving you an opportunity of shed. ding mine, cold. I am not afraid of you, Mr. Myrtle. But I own I am afraid of him, who gave me this life in trust, on other conditions and with other designs, than that I should hazard, or throw it away, because a rash inconsiderate man is pleased to be offended, without knowing whether he is injured or not. No, I will not for you or any man's humor commit a known crime ; a crime which I cannot repair, or which may in the very act, cut me off from all possibility of repentance.

Myrt. Mr. Bevil, I must tell you, this coolness, this muralizing, shall not cheat me of my love. - You may wish to preserve your lise, that you may passess Lucinda. And I have reason to be indifferent about it, if I am to lose all that from which I expect any joy in life. But I shall first tryone' means towards recovering her, I mean by shewing her what a dauntless hero she has chosen for her protector.

Bev. Shew me but the least glimpse of argument, that I am authorized to contend with you at the peril of the life of one of us, and I am ready upon your own terms. If this will not satisfy you, and you will make a lawless assault ipon' me, I'will defend myself as against a ruffian. There is no such terror, Mr. Myrtle, in the anger of those who are quickly hot, and quickly cold again, they know not how or why. I defy you to shew wherein I have wrong'd you.

Myrt. Mr. Bevil, it is easy for you to talk coolly on this occasion. You know not, I suppose, what it is to love, and from your large fortune, and your specious outward Garriage, have it in your power to come, without any trouble of anxiety, to the possession of a woman of honor; you know nothing of what it is to be alarmed, distracted with the terror of losing what is dearer than life; you are happy your marriage goes on like common business; and in the interim, you have for your soft moments of dalliance, your

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tambhag captive, your Iudian princess, your convenient, your ready. Indiana,

Bev. You have touched me beyond the patience of a main; and the defence of spotless innocence, will, I hope, excuse my accepting your challenge, or at least obliging you to retract your infamous aspersions. I will not, if I can avoid it, shed your blood, nor shall you: mine. But Indiana's purity I will defend. Who waits ?

Serv. Did you Cill Sir?
Bev. Yes, go cail a coach.
Serv. Sir - Mr. Myrtle--gentlemen--you are friends
Iam but a servant-but
Beo, Call a coach.

[Exit servant. (A long pause. They talk sullenly about tbe room.]

[Aside.] Shall I (though provoked beyond sufferance) recover myself at the entrance of a third person, and that my servant too; and sliall I not have a due respect for the dictates of my conscience ; for what I owe to the best of fathers, and to the defenceless innocence of my lovely Indiana, whose very life depends on mine.

(To Mr. Myrtle.] I have, thank Heaven, had time to recollect my self, and bave determined to convince you, by means I would willingly have avoided, but which yet are : preferable to murderous duelling, that I am more innocent of nothing, than of rivaling you in the af fections of Lucinda. Read this letter; and consider what effect it would have had upon you, to have found it about the man you had murdered.

[Myrtle reads.] "I hope it is consistent with the laws a woman ought to impose upon herself, to acknowledge, that your manner of declining what has been proposed of a treaty of marriage in our family, and desiring that the refusal might come from me, is more engaging than the Smithfield

courtship of him, whose armas 1 am in danger of heing thrown into, unless your friend exerts himself

our common safety and happiness.".0, I want no move to clear your innocence, my injured worthy friend I see her dear name at the bottom. see that you have been far enough from designing any obstacle to my happiness, while I have been treating my benefactor ag my betrayer-0 Bevil, with what words shall I

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Bev. There is no need of words. To convince is more than to conquer. If you are but satisfied, that I meant you no wrong, all is as it should be.

Myrt. But can you forgive-such madness ?

Beo. Have not I myself offended ? I had almost been as guilty as you, tho I had the advantage of you, by knowing what you did not know.

Myrt. That I should be such a precipitate wretch? Bev. Prithee no more. Myrt. How many friends have died by the hands of friends, merely for want of temper! what do I not owe to your superiority of understanding! what a precipice have I escaped ! O, my friend !--Can you ever--forgive--can you ever again look upon me with an eye of favor?

Bev. Why should I not? Any man may mistake. Any man may be violent, where his love is concerned. I was myself.

Myrt. O Bevil ! you are capable of all that is great, all that is heroic.

.,POETRY. Contempt of tbe common OBJECTS of PURSUIT. HONOR

ONOR and shame from no condition rise;

Act well your part; there all the honor lies. Fortune in men has some small difference made; One flaunts in rage ; one flutters in brocade ; The cobler apron'd; and the parson gown'd; The friar hooded, and the monarch crown'd, What differ more (you cry ) then crown and cow!?" I'll tell you, friend ! A wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the wise man acts the monk, Or, cobler like the parson will be drunk ; Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella. +

Stuck ov'r with titles and hung round with strings, That thou may'st be by kings, or

ws of Kings; Boast, the pure blood of an illustrious race, In quiet flow from Lucrece to Lucrece ; But by your father' worth, it your's you rate, Count me those only, who are good and great, Go ! if your ancient, but ignoble blood, Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood:

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