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beaucoup de guineas; but after de fat woman introduce the lady? she is, I think, your acwas go, I was tell the Signora, madam, der is quaintance. one certain chevalier of dis country, who has Load. Who, old Moll? Ay, ay, she is your travelled, see de world, bien fait, well made, market-woman. I would not give sixpence for beaucoup d'esprit, a great deal of monics, who your sigñoras. One armful of good wholesome beg, hy Gar, to lave de honour to drow himself British beauty is worth a ship-load of their trapeat your feet

sing, tawdry trollops. But, hark'ye, baron, how Sir Geo. Well, well, baron.

much for the table? Why, she must have a deSir Wil. She aska your name; as soon as I vilish large family, or a monstrous stomach. tell ber, aha, by Gar, dans an instant she nielt Sir Wil. Ay, ay; dere is her moder, la comlike de lump of sugar! she run to ber beaureau, plaisante to walk in de park, and to go to de and, in de minute, return wid de paper. play; two broders, deux valets, dree Spanish lap

Sir Geo. Give it me. Les preliminairies dogs, and de monkey. d'une traite entre le Chevalier Wealthy and la Load. Strip me if I would set five shillings Signora Diamenti.' A bagatelle, a trifle : she against the whole gang. May my partner reshall have it.

nounce, with the game in his hand, if I were Load. Hark'ye, knight, what is all that there you, knight, if I would not outlandish stuff?

Sir Geo. But the lady waits,-[Erit Load.)Sir Geo. Read, read! the eloquence of angels, A strange fellow this! What a whimsical jarmy dear baron!

gon he talks ! Not an idea abstracted from play. Load. Slam me, but the man's mad! I don't "To say truth, I am sincerely sick of my acquaintunderstand their gibberish. What is it in Eng-ance : but, however, I have the first people in lish?

the kingdom to keep me in countenance. Death Sir Geo. The preliminaries of a subsidy treaty and the dice level all distinctions. between Sir G. Wealthy and Signora Florenza; Enter Mrs. Cole, supported by Loader and that the said signora will resign the possession

Dick. of her person to the said Sir George, on the payment of three hundred guineas montbly, for Mrs. Cole. Gently, gently, good Mr. Loader. equipage, table, domestics, dress, dogs, and dia- Load. Come along, old Moll! Why, you jade munds; her debts to be duly discharged, and a you look as rosy this morning-I must have a bote advanced of five hundred by way of en-smack at your muns. Here, taste her, she is as trance.

good as old hock to get you a stomach. Load. Zounds, what a cormorant! She must Mrs. Cole. Fie, Mr. Loader! I thought you be devilish handsome !

had forgot me. Sir Geo. I am told so.

Load. I forget you? I would as soon forget Load. Told so! Why did you never see her? what is truinps.

Sir Geo. No; and possibly never may, but Mrs. Cole. Softly, softly, young man ! There, from my box at the opera.

there, mighty well. And how does your honour Load. Hey-day! Why, what the devil- do? I han't seen your honour the- -Oh! mer

Sir Geo. Isa, ha, you stare! I don't wonder at cy on me, there's a twingeit. This is an elegant refinement, unknown to Sir Geo. What's the matter, Mrs. Cole? the gross voluptuaries of this part of the world. Mrs. Cole. My old disorder, the rheumatise: This is, Mr. Loader, what may be called a debt I han't been able to get a wink of Ola! to your dignity: for an opera girl is as essential What, you have been in town these two days? a piece of equipage for a man of fashion as his Sir Geo. Since Wednesday. coach.

Mrs. Cole. And never once called upon old Load. The devil !

Cole? No, no, I am worn out, thrown by, and Sir Geo. Tis for the vulgar only to enjoy what forgotten, like a tattered garment, as Mr. Squintthey possess: the distinctions of ranks and con- um says. Oh, he is a dear man! But for him, I ditions are, to have hounds and never hunt; had been a lost sheep; never known the comcooks, and dine at taverns; houses, you never forts of the new birth; no-There's your old inhabit; mistresses, you never enjoy

friend Kitty Carrot at home still. What, shall Load. And debts you never pay. Egad, I we see you this evening? I have kept the green am not surprised at it; if this be your trade, no room for you ever since I heard you were in wonder that you want money for necessaries, town. when you give such a damned deal for nothing Load. What, shall we take a snap at old at all.

Moll's? Hey, beldam, have you a good batch of Enter Serdant.

burgundy abroach?

Mrs. Cole. Bright as a ruby; and for flavour ! Ser. Mrs. Cole, to wait upon your honour. You know the colonel? He and Jenny Cummins Sir Geo. My dear baron, run, dispatch my af- drank three fasks, hand to fist, last night. fair, conclude my treaty, and thank her for the Load. What, and bilk thee of thy share? very reasonable conditions.

Mrs. Cole. Ah, don't mention it, Mr. Loader. Sir Wil. I sall.

No, that's all over with me. The time has been, Sir Geo. Mr. Loader, shall I trouble you to when I could have earned thirty shillings a-day

by my own drinking, and the next morning was Mrs. Cole. Ay; a young thing from the count neither sick nor sorry : but now, O laud! a try, thimble-full turns me topsy-turvy.

Load. Could we not get a peep at her this Load. Poor old girl !

evening? Mrs. Cole. Ay, I have done with these idle Mrs. Cole. Impossible! She is engaged to Sir vanities; my thoughts are fixed upon a better Timothy Trotter. I have taken earnest for her place. What, I suppose, Mr. Loader, you will this three months. be for your old friend, the black-eyed girl, from Loud. Pho, wliat signifies such a fellow as Rosemary-lane. Ha, ha! well, 'till a merry little that! Tip him an old trader, and give her to the tit. A thousand pities she's such a reprobate! knight. But she'll mend; her time is not come: all shall Mrs. Cole. Tip him an old trader! Mercy on have their call, as Mr. Squintum says, sooner or us, where do you expect to go when you die, later ; regeneration is not the work of a day. Mr. Loader? No, no, no! Oh!

Load. Crop me, but tliis Squintum has turned Sir Geo. Not worse, I hope?

ber brains ! Mrs. Cole. Rack, rack, gnaw, gnaw! never ea- Sir Geo. Nay, Mr. Loader, I think the gentlesy, a-bed or up, all's one. Pray, honest friend, man has wrought a most bappy reformation. have you any clary or mint-water in the house? Mrs. Cole. Oh, it was a wonderful work. Dick. A case of French drams.

There had I been tossing in a sea of sin, without Mrs. Cole. Heaven defend me! I would not rudder or compass. And had not the good gentouch a dram for the world.

tleman piloted me into the harbour of grace, I Sir Geo. They are but cordials, Mrs. Cole.- must have struck against the rocks of reprobaFetch them, you blockhead! [Exit Dick. tion, and have been quite swallowed up in the

Mrs. Cole. Ay, I am going; a-wasting, and a- whirlpool of despair. He was the precious insvasting, Sir George. What will become of the strument of my spiritual sprinkling. But, howhouse when I am gone, Heaven knows! No.-ever, Sir George, if your mind be set upon a When people are missed, then they are mourn-young country thing, to-morrow night, I believe ed. Sixteen years have I lived in the garden, I can furnish you. comfortably and creditably; and, though I say Load. As how? it, could have got bail any hour of the day: Re- Mrs. Cole. I have advertised this morning in putable tradesmen, Sir George, neighbours, Mr. the register office, for servants under seventeen; Loader knows; no knock me down doings in my and teo to one but I light ou something that will house. A set of regular, sedate, sober custom-do.

No rioters. Sixtecn, did I say? ay, eigh- Load. Pillory me, but it has a face! teen years have I paid scot and lot in the parish Mrs. Cole. Íruly, cunisstently with my conof St. Paul's; and, during the whole time, nobody science, I would do any thing for your honour. have said, Mrs. Cole, why do you so ? Unless Sir Geo. Right, Mrs. Cole, never lose sight of twice that I was before Sir Thomas de Val, and that monitor. But, pray, how long has this beathree times in the round house.

venly change been wrought in you? Sir Geo. Nay, don't weep, Mrs. Cole.

Mrs. Cole. Ever since my last visitation of the Load. May I lose deal, with an honour at bot-gout. Upon my first fit, seven years ago, I betom, if old Moll does not bring tears into my gan to have my doubts, and my waverings; but I eyes.

was lost in a labyriutlı, and oobody to show me Mrs. Cole. However, it is a comfort, after all, the road. One time I thought of dying a Roto think one has passed through the world with man, which is truly a comfortable communion credit and character. Ay, a good name, as Mr. enough for one of us : but it would not do. Squintum says, is better than a gallipot of oint- Sir Geo, Why, not? ment.

Mrs. Cole, I went one summer orer to BouEnter Dick, with a dram.

logne to repent; and, would you believe it, the

bare-footed, bald-pated beggars, would not give Load. Come, haste, Dick, haste; sorrow is me absolution without I quitted my businessdry. Here, Moll, shall I fill thee a bumper? Did you ever bear of such a set of scabby

Mrs. Cole. Hold, hold, Mr. Loader! Heaven tesides, I could not bear their barbarity. Would help you, I could as soon swallow the Thames! you believe it, Mr. Loader, they lock up for their Only a sip to keep the goat out of my stomach. lives, in a nunnery, the prettiest, sweetest, ten

Load. Why, then, here's to theę. Levant me, der, young things! oh, six of them, for a season, but it is supernaculum! Speak when you have would finish my business here, and then I should enough.

have nothing to do but to think of hereafter. Mrs. Cole. I won't trouble you for the glass; Load. Brand me, what a country! my hands do so tremble and shake, I shall but Sir Geo. Oh, scandalous ! spill the good creature.

· Mrs. Cole. O no, it would not do. So, in my Loud. Well pulled! but now to business.- last illness, I was wished to Mr. Squintum; who Pr'ythee, Moll, did not I see a tight young wench, stept in with his saving grace, got me with the in a lineo gown, kaock at your door this morn- new-birth, and I became, as you see, regenerate, Ing?

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and another creature.

ers.

Enter Dick.

Sir Geo. Extremely obliged to you, Mrs. Cole. Dick. Mr. Transfer, sir, has sent to know if

Mrs. Cole. Or, if that should not do, I have your honour be at home.

a tit-bit at home will suit your stomach. Sir Geo. Mrs. Cole, I am mortified to part bless you—Softly, have a care, Mr. Loader...

Never brushed by a beard. Well, Heaven with you. But business, you knewMrs. Cole. True, Sir George, Mr. Loader, your into the chair, for fear I should be taken ill on

Richard, you may as well give me the bottle arm-Gently, oh, oh! Sir Geo. Would you take another thimbleful,

the road. Gently-So, so; Mrs. Cole?

[Ereunt Mrs. Cole and Load. Mrs. Cole. Not a drop; I shall see you this

Sir Geo. Dick, now slow Mr. Transfer in evening?

ha, ha! what a hodge-podge! How the jade has Sir Geo. Depend upon me.

jumbled together the carnal and spiritual! Witla Mrs. Cole. To-morrow I hope to suit you

what ease she reconciles her new birth to her We are to have, at the tabernacle, an occasional old calling! No wonder these preachers have hymn, with a thanksgiving sermon for my recu- plenty of proselytes, whilst they have the address very. After which, I shall call at the register- so comfortably to blend the hitherto jarring inoffice, and see what goods my advertisement has terests of the two worlds.

[Erit, brought in.

ACT II.

SCENE I.

Sir Geo. My honour pressed! Yes, my honour

is not only pressed, but ruined, unless I can raise Enter Dick, introducing TRANSFER.

money to redeem it. That blockhead, Loader, Dick. My master will come to you presently. to depend upon old, doating

[Erit Dick. Trans. Well, well, now I declare I am quite Enter Sir George.

sorry to see your honour in such a taking.

Sir Geo. Damn your sorrow! Sir Geo. Mr. Transfer, your servant.

Trans. But come, don't be cast down: though Trans. Your honour's very bumble. I thought money is not to be had, money's worth may, and to have found Mr. Loader here.

that's the same thing. Sir Geo. He will return immediately. Well,

Sir Geo. How, dear Transfer ? Mr. Transfer-but take a chair-you have had a Trans. Why, I have, at my warehouse in the long walk. Mr. Loader, I presume, opened to city, ten casks of whale-blubber, a large cargo of you the urgency of my business?

Dantzic dowlas, with a curious sortment of BirTrans. Ay, ny; the general cry, money, mo- mingham hafts, and Whitney-blankets for exporDey! I don't know, for my part, where all the tation. money is flown to. Formerly a note, with a to- Sir Geo. Hey! lerable indorsement, was as current as cash. If Trans. And stay, stay; then, again, at my your uncle Richard, now, would join in this se- country-house, the bottom of Gray's-inn-lane, carity

there's a hundred ton of fine old hay, only daSir Geo. Impossible.

maged a little last winter fer want of thatching ; Trans. Ay, like enough. I wish you were of with forty load of flint-stones. age.

Sir Geo. Well. Sir Gen. So do I. But as that will be consi- Trans. Your honour may have all these for & dered in the premium

reasonable profit, and convert them into cash. Trans. True, true; I understand bu- Sir Geo. Blubber and blankets! Why, you siness—And what sum does your honour lack at old rascal, do you banter me? present?

Trans. Who, I? O la! marry, heaven forbid ! Sir Geo. Lack! how much have you brought? Sir Geo. Get out of my you stuttering Trans. Who, I? dear me, none !

scoundrel ! Sir Geo. Zounds, aone!

Trans. If your honour would but hear meTrans. Lack-a-day, noge to be had, I think. Sir Geo. Troop, I say, unless you have a mind All the morning have I been upon the hunt.- to go a shorter way than you came.- [Exit There, Ephraim Barebones, the tallow-chandler Trans.]—And yet there is something so uncomin Thames-street, used to be a never-failing monly ridiculous in his proposal, that, were my chap; not a guinea to be got there. Then I toto mind more at easetered away to Nebuchadnezzar Zebulon, in the Old Jewry, but it happened to be Saturday; and

Enter LOADER. they wever touch on the Sabbath, you know. So, sir, you have recommended me to a fine fel

Sir Geo. Wly, what the devil can I do?" low?
Trans. Good me, I did not know your honour Load. What's the matter?

Sir Geo. He can't supply me with a shilling!

see you

had been so pressed.

bolt again.

and wants, besides, to make me adealer in dow-, with, reasınable or unreasonable. What! our las.

principal is a man of honour![Exit TRANSFER.) Load. Ay, and a very good commodity, too.- Hey, my knight, this is doing business. This People that are upon ways and means must not pincha is a sure card. be nice, knight. A pretty piece of work you have made here! Thrown up the cards with the

Re-enter Transfer. game in your hands.

Trans. I had forgot one thing. I am not the. Sir Geo. Wby, pr’ythee, of what use would principal; you paying the brokerage. his

Load. Ay, ay; and a handsome present into Load. Use! of every use. Procure you the the bargain, never fear. spankers, my boy. I have a broker, that, in a Trans. Enough, enough. twinkling, shall take off your bargain.

Load. Hark ye, Transfer, we'll take the BirSir Geo. Indeed!

mingham bafts and Whitney wares. Load. Indeed! ay, indeed. You sit down to Trans. They shall be forthcoming. You hazard, and not know the chances! I'll call him would not have the hay and the flints ? back. Hollo, Transfer! A pretty, little, busy, Load. Every pebble of them. The magistrates bustling -You may travel miles before you of the baronet's borough are infirm and gouty. will meet with his match. If there is one pound He shall deal them as new pavement. [Erit in the city, he will get it. He creeps, like a fer- TRANSFER.] So, that's settled. I believe, knight, ret, into their bags, and makes the yellow-boys I can lend you a helping hand as to the last ar

ticle. I know some traders that will truck: felEnter TRANSFER.

lows with finery. Not commodities of such

clumsy conveyance as old Transfer's Come hitber, little Transfer; what, man, our Sir Geo. You are very obliging. minor was a little too hasty; he did not under- Load. I'll do it, boy; and get you into the stand trap: knows nothing of the game, my dear. bargain a bonny auctioneer, that shall dispose of Trans. What I said was to serve Sir George, them all in a crack.

[Erit. as he seemed Load. I told him so. Well, well, we will take

Enter Dick. thy commodities, were they as many more. But Dick. Your uncle, sir, has been waiting some try, pr’ythee, if thou couldst not procure us some time. of the ready for present spending.

Sir Geo. He comes in a lucky hour. Show Trans. Let me consider.

him in. [Exit Dick. Now for å lecture. My Load. Ay, do: come, shuffle thy brains; never situation shan't sink my spirits, however. Here, fear the baronet. To let a lord of lands want comes the musty trader, running over with reshiners ; 'tis a shame!

monstrances. I must banter the cit. Trans. I do recollect, in this quarter of the town, an old friend that used to do things in this

Enter RICHARD WEALTHY. way.

R. Weal. So, sir; what, I suppose this is a Load. Who?

spice of your foreign breeding, to let your uncle Trans. Statute the scrivener.

kick his heels in your liall, whilst your presence Load. Slam me, but he has nicked the chance ! chamber is crowded with pimps, bawds, and Trans. A hard man, master Loader.

gamesters? Sir Geo. No matter.

Sir Geo. Oh, a proof of my respect, dear Trans. His demands are exorbitant.

uncle! Would it have been decent now, uncle, Sir Geo. That is no fault of ours.

to have introduced you into such company? Load. Well said, knight!

R. "Weal. Wonderfully considerate! Well, Trans. But, to save him, I had better men- young man, and what do you think will be the tion his terms?

end of all this? Here I have received by the last Load. Unnecessary.

mail a quire of your drafts from abroad. I see Truns. Five per cent. legal interest. you are determined our neighbours should tasteSir Geo. He shall have it.

of your magnificence. Trans. Ten, the premium.

Sir Geo. Yes, I think I did some credit to my Sir Geo. No more words.

country. Trans. Then, as you are not of

age,

five more R. Weal. And how are all these to be paid? for ensuring your life.

Sir Geo. That I submit to you, dear uncle. Load. We will give it.

R. Weal. From me!-Not a sous to keep Trans. As for what he will demand for the you from the counter. risk

Sir Geo. Why, then, let the scoundrels stay. Sir Geo. He shall be satisfied.

It is their duty. I have other demands, debis Trans. You pay the attorney?

of honour, which mast be discharged. Sir Geo. Amply, amply! Loader, dispatch R. Weal. Here's a diabolical distinction! him.

Here's a prostitution of words Honour ! Load. There, there, little Transfer; row, eve- 'Sdeath, that a rascal, who bas picked your pockry thing is settled. All terms shall be complied) et, shall have his crime gilded with the most sa

cred distinction, and his plunder punctually paid, ' honour to partake of the same flesh and blood whilst the industrious mechanic, who ministers to with yourself inight prove, in soine measure, a your very wants, shall have his debt delayed, and kind of fullers'-earth, to scour out the dirty his demand treated as insolent !

spots contracted by commerce. Sir Geo. Oh! a truce to this thread-bare Sir Geo. Impossible ! trumpery, dear uncle ! .

R. Weal. Besides, here, it has been the prace R. Weal. I confess my folly; but make your tice even of peers. self easy; you won't be troubled with many more Sir Geo. Don't mention the unnatural interof my visits. I own I was weak enough to design course ? Thank Heaven, Mr. Richard Wealthy, a short expostulation with you; but as we in the my education has been in another country, where city know the true value of time, I shall take care I have been too well instructed in the value of not to squander away any more of it upon you. nobility to think of intermixing it with the offSir Geo. A prudent resolution.

spring of a Bourgeois. Why, what apology could R. Weal. One commission, however, I can't I make to my children for giving them such a dispense with myself from executing. It was mother? agreed between your father and me, that as he R. Weal. I did not think of that. Then I had but one son, and I one daughter

must despair, I am afraid ? Sir Geo. Your gettings should be added to his Sir Geo. I can afford but little hopes. Though, estate, and my cousin Margery and I squat down upon recollection—Is the grisette pretty? together in the comfortable state of matrimony. R. Weal. A parent may be partial. She is

R. Weal. Puppy! Such was our intention. thought so. Now, his last will claims this contract.

Sir Geo. Ah, la jolie petite bourgeoise ! Poor Sir Geo. Dispatch, dear uncle !

girl! I sincerely piry her. And I suppose, to R. Weal. Why, then, in a word, see me here procure her emersion from the mercantile mud, demand the execution.

no coosideration would be spared ? Sir Geo. What d'ye mean? For me to marry R. Weal. Why, to be sure, for such an honour Margery?

one would strain a point. R. Weal. I do.

Sir Geo. Why, then, not totally to destroy Sir Geo. What, moi-me!

your bopes, I do recollect an edict in favour ot R. Weal. You, you—Your answer, ay or no? Britanny, that when a man of distinction engages

Sir Geo. Why then, concisely and briefly, in commerce, his nobility is suffered to sleep. withou evasion, equivocation, or further circum- R. Weul. Indeed ! locution-No!

Sir Geo. And, upon his quitting the contagious R. Weal. I am glad of it.

connection, be is permitted to resume his rank. Sir Geo. So am I.

R. Weul. That's fortunate. R. Weal. But pray, if it would not be too Sir Geo. So nuncle Richard, if you will sell great a favour, what objections can you have to out of the stocks, shut up your co

counting-house, my daughter? Not that I want to remove them, and quit St. Mary-axe for Grosvenor-squarebut merely out of curiosity, What objections ? R. Weal. What then?

Sir Geo. None. I neither know her, have Sir Geo. Why, when your rank has had time seen her, inquired after her, or ever intend it. to rouse itself, for I think your nobility, nuncle,

R. Weal. 'Wbat, perhaps I am the stumbling has had a pretty long nap—if the girl's person, block?

is pleasing, and the purchase-money is adequate Sir Geo. You have bit it.

to the honour, I may in time be prevailed upon R. Weal. Ay, now we come to the point. to restore her to the rights of her family. Well, and pray

R. Weal. Amazing condescension ! Sir Geo. Why, it is not so much a dislike to Sir Geo. Good-nature is my foible. But, upon your person, though that is exceptionable enough; my soul, I would not have gone so far for any but your profession, dear uncle, is an insuperable body else. obstacle.

R. Weal. I can contain no longer ! Hear me, R. Weal. Good lack! And what harm bas spendthrift, prodigal ! do you know, that in ten that done, pray?

days your whole revenue won't purchase you a Sir Geo. Done! so stained, polluted, and feather to adorn your empty head? tainted the whole mass of your blood, thrown Sir Geo. Hey-day! what's the matter now? such a blot on your 'scutcheons, as ten regular R. Weal. And that you derive every acre of successions can hardly efface.

your boasted patrimony from your great uncle, R. Weal. The deuce !

a soap-boiler. Sir Geo. And could you now, consistently with Sir Geo. Infamous aspersion ! your duty as a faithful guardian, recommend my R. Weal. It was his bags, the fruits of his hounion with the daughter of a trader?

nest industry, that preserved your lazy, beggarly R. Weal. Why, indeed, I ask pardon; I am nobility. llis wealth repaired your tottering afraid I did not weigh the matter as maturely as hall, from the ruins of which even the rats bad I ought.

Sir Geo. Oh, a borrid, barbarous scheme ! Sir Geo. Better our name bad perished ! InR. Weal. But then, I thought her having the-l supportable, soap-boiling uicle!

run.

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