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Quid. Ay, thanks to Termagant, or I should

Enter RoveWELL. have been onderinjned here by you. Ter. [Looking in.) What the devil is here to shan't be murdered amongst you.

Rove. But I say I will coine in; my friend do now? I ain all orer in a quandary. Quid. Now, madam, an't you a false girl-an

Bel. 'Sdeath, Rovewell! what brings you undutiful child? But I can get intelligence, you

here? see-Termayant is my friend, and if it had not for you these two hours; and split me but I was

Rove. I have been waiting in a hackney-coach been for her

afraid they had smothered you between two feaEnter Termagant.


Enter TERMAGANT. Ter. Oh, my stars and garters! here's such a piece of work-What shall I do?-My poor

Ter. More misfortunes! here comes the watch. dear Miss Harriet

Cries bitterly.

Quid. The best news I ever heard ! Quid. What, is there any more news? What has happened now?

Enter Watchmen. Ter. Oh, madam, madam, forgive me, iny dear Here, thieves! robbery! murder! I charge inadam- I did not do it on purpose—I did them both; take them directly. not; as I bope for mercy, I did not!

Watch. Stand and deliver in the king's name! Quid. Is the woman crazy?

seize them; knock them down! Ter. I did not intend to give it him; I would Bel. Don't frighten the lady; here's my sword; bave seen hin gibbeted first. I found the letter I surrender. in vour bed-chamber; I knew it was the same

Rore. You scoundrels! Stand off, rascals! I delivered to you, and my curiosity did make

Watch. Down with him! down with him! Die pecp into it. Says my curiosity, Now, Ter

[Fight. magant, you may gratify yourself by finding out the contents of that letter, which you have so

Enter Razor, with the Gazette in his hand. violent an itching for.' My curiosity did say so; Raz. What, a fray at my master Quidaunc's! and then I own my respect for you did say to knock him down! knock him down ! me, ‘Hussy, how dare you meddle with what [Folds up the Gusette, puts himself in a boring does not belong to you? Keep your distance, attitude, and fights with the watchmen.] and let your mistress's secrets alone.' And Quid. That's right; hold him fast! then upon that, in comes my curiosity again.

[Watchmen seize RovEwELL. • Read it, I tell you, Termagant, a woman of Rore. You have overpowered me, you rascals! spirit should know every thing.' 'Let it alone,

Ter. I believe as sure as any thing, as how you jade,' says my respect, it is as much as he's a bighwayman, and as how it was he that your place is worth.' • What signification's a robbed the mail. place with an old bankrupper?' says my curio

Quid. What! rob the mail, and stop all the sity,' there's more places than one; and so read news! Search him, search him! he may have it, I tell you, Termagant.' I did read it; what the letters belonging to the mail in his pockets could I do? Heaven help me! I did read it; now: Ay, here's one letter, · To Mr. Abraham I don't go to deny it; I don't, I don't, I don't ! Quidnunc. Let's see what it is~ Your dutiful

[Crying very bitterly. son John Quidnunc.' Quid. And I have read it, too; don't keep such Rove. That's my name, and Rovewell was but an uproar, woman!

Ter. And after I had read it, thinks me, ' I'll Quid. What, and am I your father? gire this to my mistress again, and her gerema- Raz. [Looks at him.] Oh, my dear sir! (Ema nocus of a father shall never sce it. And so, braces him, and powders him all over.] 'tis he as my ill stars would have it, as I was giving him sure enough! I remember the mole on his cheek a newspaper, I run my hand into the lion's --I shaved his first beard. mouth.

[Crying Quid. Just returned from the West Indies, I Bel. What an unlucky jade she has been!

[Aside Rove. Yes, sir; the owner of a rich plantaHar. Well, there's no harm done, Termagant; tion. for I don't want to deceive my father.

Quid. What, by studying politics? Quid. Yes, but there is harm done. (Knocking.] Rove. By a rich planter's widow; and I have Hey, what's all this knocking? Step and see, now fortune enougli to make you happy in your Termagant. Ter. Yes, sir.

[Erit. Růz. And I hope I shall shave him again! Quid. A waiter from the coffee-house, may- Rove. So thou shalt, honest Razor. In the bap, with some news. You shall go to the round- mean time, let me entreat you to bestow my house, triend. [To Belmour.] I'll carry you sister upon my friend Belmour here. there inyself; and who knows but I may meet a Quid. He may take her as soon as he pleases; parliament man in the round-house to tell me 'twill make an excellent paragraph in the news. some politics!




old age.

Ter. There, madam, calcine your person to

Raz. With all my heart; I'm rare happy! him.

Quid. What are the Spaniards doing in the Come, Mr. Quidnunc, now with news ha' done, Bay of Honduras?

Blessed in your wealth, your daughter, and your Rove. Truce with politics for the present, if son; you please, sir. We'll think of our own affairs May discord cease, faction no more be seen : first, before we concern ourselves about the ba- Be high and low for country, king, and queen. lance of power.

(Ereuni omnes


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SCENE I.-A Room in Me. HARLOW's Miss Har. Never.

Mrs. Har. Upon a little consideration.

Miss Har. Upon no consideration. Enter Mrs. Harlow and Miss Harlow.

Mrs. Har. You don't know how that may be ;

recollect, sister, that you are no chicken-you Mrs. Har. My dear sister, let me tell you- are not now of the age that becomes giddiness

Miss Hur. But, my dear sister, let me tell you and folly. it is in vain ; you can say nothing that will have Miss Har. Age, madamany effect.

Mrs. Har. Do but hear me, sister; do but hear Alrs. Har. Not, if you won't hear me; only me : A person of your years, hear me

Miss Har. My years, sister! Upon my wordMiss Har. Oh! madam, I know you love to Mrs. Har. Nay, no offence, sisterhear yourself talk, and so please yourself—but Miss Har. But there is offence, madam: I I am resolved

don't understand what you mean by it-always Mrs. Har. Your resolution may aller. thwarting me with my years—my years, indeed !


when, perhaps, madanı, if I was to die of old age

Enter TRIFLE. some folks might have reason to look about them.

Tri. Oh! rare news, madam! charming news! Mrs. Har. She feels it, I see ; Oh, I delight we have got another letterin mortifying her. (Aside.] Sister, if I did not Miss Har. From whom? From Mr. Clerilove you, I am sure I should not talk to you in mont? where is it? this manner. But how can you make so unkind Tri. Yes, madam; from Mr. Clerimont, maa return now, as to alarm me about myself? In dam, some sixteen or eighteen years after you, to be Miss Har. Let me see it; let me see itsure, I own I shall begin to think of making any quick, quick!

[Reads. will. How could you be so severe? Miss Har. Some sixteen or eighteen years,

Mudam, madam! If you would own the truth, madamI believe, madam—you would find, madam, that

The honour of a letter from you has so filled the disparity, madam, is not so very great, ma- my mind with joy and gratitude, that I want dan

words of force to reach but half my meaning. Mrs. Har. Well, I vow passion becomes

I can only say that you have revived a heart inordinately! It blends a tew roses with the lil that was erpiring for you, and now beats for lies of your cheek, and


you Miss Hur. And though you are married to my There, sister, mind that ! Years indeed! brother, madam, I would have you to know, madam, that you are not thereby any way authori

[Reads to to herself. sed, madam, to take unbecoming liberties with i had not gone to Ranelagli with her last week.

Mrs. Har. I wish you joy, sister-I wish your sister. I am independant of my brother, who could have thought that her faded beauties madarn; my fortune is in my own hands, madam, would have made such an impression on liim? and madainMrs. Har. Well! do you know now, when

[ Aside.

Reads. your blood circulates a little, that I think you

Miss Har. Mind here again, sister. look mighty well! But you was in the wrong not toinarry at my age--sweet three and twenty ! · Ever since I had the good fortune of seeing You can't conceive what a deal of good it would you at Ranelagh, your idea has been ever pre have done your temper and your spirits, if you sent to me ; and since you now give me leate, I had married early

shall, without delay, wait upon your brother, Miss Har. Insolent ! provoking! feinale ma- and whatever terms he prescribes, I shall readily lice !

subscribe to; for, to be your slave, is dearer to Mrs. Har. But to be waiting till it is almost me than liberty. I have the honour to remain, too late in the day, and force one's self to say

The humblest of your admirers, strange things—with the tongue and heart at variance all the time I don't mind the hideous

CLERIMOST. men'—'I am very happy as I am?—and all that time, my dear dear sister, to be

There, sister! the tenter

upon hooks of expectation

Mrs. Har. Well, I wish you joy again—bot Miss Har. I upon tenter-hooks !

remember, I tell you take care what you doMrs. Har. And to be at this work of sour

He is young, and, of course, giddy and incongrapes, till one is turned of three and fortyMiss Har. Three and forty, madam ! I desire

Miss Har. He is warm, passionate and ten

der. sister-I desire, madam—three and forty, madapi.

Mrs. Hur. But you don't know how long that Mrs. Har. Nay, nay, nay; don't be angry, inay last ; and here are you going to break off a don't blame me; blame my husbapd; he is your and approved, a match with Captain Cape, who

very suitable match, which all your friends liked owo brother, you know, and he knows your age.

to be sureHe told me so. Miss Har. Oh, madam, I see your drift

Miss Har. Don't name Captain Cape, I bebut need not give yourself those airs, ma

seech you ! don't name him. you damathe men don't see with your eyes,

Mrs. Har. Captain Cape, let me tell you, is madam-years, indeed! Three and forty, tru

not to be despised; he has acquired by his royly! I'll assure you—upon my word—hah ! ages to India, a very pretty fortune very five ! But I see plainly, inadam, what you charming box of a house upon Hackney Marsb, are at-Mr. Clerimont, nadam! Mr. Cleri- and is of an age every way suitable to you. mont, sister, that's what frets you-a young for ever! Years, years, my years ! But I tell you

Miss Har. There again, Dow! age, age, age husband, madain-Younger than your husband, madam--Mr. Clerimont, let me tell you, ma

once for alt, Mr. Clerimont does not see with dam

your eyes; I am determined to hear no more of Captain Cape; odious Hackney Marsh ! ah, sis


-has a

middling way

your ad

ter! you would be glad to see me married in a Mr. Har. No, not I ; I wish she may be

married to one or the other of them- för her Mrs. Hur. I, sister! I am sure nobody will temper is really grown so very sour, and there is rejoice more at your preferment—I am resolved such eternal wrangling between ye both, that I never to visit her, it Mr. Clerimont marries her. wish to see her in her own house, for the peace

[ Aside. and quiet of wine. Miss Har. Well, well ; I tell you, Mr. Cle- Mrs. Har. Do you know this Mr. Clerimont? rimont has won my heart; young, bandsome, Mr. Hur. No; but I have heard of the family rich--town house, country house-equipage---there is a very fine fortune-I wish he may to him, and only hiin, will I surrender myself, hold his intention. three and torty, indeed ! ha, ha! you see my dear, Mrs. Har. Why, I doubt it vastly. dear sister, that these features are still regu- Mr. Har. And truly so do I; for between lar and blooming ; that the love-darting eye has ourselves, I see no charms in my sister-not quite forsook me; and that I have made a Mrs. Har. For my part, I can't comprehend conquest which your boasted youth might be it-how she could strike his fancy, is to me the vain of.

most astonishing thing-after this, I shall be surMis. Hur. Oh, madam, I beg your pardon if prised at nothingI bave taken too much liberty for your good

Mr. Har. Well, strange things do bappen; Miss Hur. I humbly thank you for

so she is but married out of the way, I am satisvice, my sweet, dear, friendly sister ; but don't fied-an old maid in a house is the devilenvy me, I beg you won't ; don't fret yourself; you can't conceive what a deal of good a sereni

Enter a Servant. ty of mind will do your health. I'll go and write an answer directly to this charming, charming Ser. Mr. Clerimont, sir, to wait on you. letter-sister, yours- I shall be glad to see you Mr. Har. Shew himn in-[Exit Servunt) sister, at iny house in Hill Street, when I am How comes this visit, pray

y? Mrs. Clerimont--and remember what I tell you Mrs. Hur. My sister wrote to him to explain -that some faces retain their blooni and beauty himself to you; well it is mighty odd—but i'll longer than you imagine, my dear sister leave you to yourselves. The man must be an come, Trifle, let me fly this moment—sister, idiot to think of her.

(Aside and exit. your servant. [Erit Miss Harlow, with Trifle.

Enter CLERIMONT. Mrs. Har. Your servant, my dear. Well, I am deterinined to lead the gayest life in nature, Mr. Hur. Sir, I am glad to have this pleaif she marries Clerimont. I'll have a new equi- sure. page, that's one thing-and I'll bave greater routs Cle. I presume, sir, you are no stranger to the than her, that's another positively, I must business that occasions this visit ? outshine her there and I'll keep a polite en

Mr. Har. Sir, the honour you do me and my mity with her—go and see her, may be once or familytwice in a winter – Madam, I am really so'hur- Clé. Oh, sir, so be allied to your family by so sied with such a number of acquaintances, that tender a tie as marriage to your sister, will at I can't possibly find time.'—and then to pro-once reflecta credit upon me, and conduce to voke her, 'I wish you joy, sister; I hear you my happiness in the most essential point. The are breeding. Ha, ba ! that will so mortify her lady charmed me at the very first sight. I wish it may be a boy, sister.'-Ha, ha! and Mr. Hur. The devil she did ! [Aside. then wben her husband begins to dispise her, Cle. The sensibility of her countenance, the • Really sister, I pity you-had you taken my elegance of her figure, the sweetness of her manadvice, and married the India Captain-your percase is a compassionate one.'-Compassion is Mr. Har. Sir, you, are pleased toso insolent when a budy feels none at all-ha, pliinent. ha! it is the finest way of insulting

Cle. Coinpliment! not in the least, sir.

Mr. Har. The swcetness of my sister's manEnter Me, Harlow.

ner!-[ Aside. -Ha, ha !

Cle. The first time I saw her was a few nights Mr. Har. my dear; how are my sister's ago at Ranelagh; though there was a crowd affairs going on

of beauties in the room, thronging and pressMrs. Har. Why, my dear she has had ano-ing all around, yet she shone amongst them all ther letter from Mr. Clerimont; did you ever with superior lustre-she was walking arın in hear of such an odd, unaccountable thing, patch-arm with another lady-no opportunity, offered up in a hurry here?

ed for me to form an acquaintance amidst the Mr. Har. Why, it is sudden to be sure. hurry and bustle of the place, but I enquired

Mrs. Har. Upon my word, I think you had their names as they were going into their chariot, better advise her not to break off with Captain and learned they were Mrs. and Miss Harlow. Cape

From that moment she won my beart, and, at


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