IT ADVERTISEMENT. T is now nearly five years fince the Editor published the Fourth Volume of this COLLECTION of FARCES. From the great demand for the work, and conftant applications for additional volumes, the Editor has been induced to collect and print a Fifth and a Sixth Volume; which he hopes will be found of equal merit with any of the former ones, and meet with the fame favourable reception from the Public. The Editor hopes to be able to produce a Seventh and Eighth Volume in the course of a few years; of which due notice will be given. EDINBURGH, I. THE IRISH WIDOW. By David Garrick, Efq; II. THE WHAT DY'E CALL IT. By Mr Gay, VI. DR LAST IN HIS CHARIOT. Tranflated from Molier's Malade Imaginaire, by Ifaac Bic- VIII DUKE AND NO DUKE; or, Trapolin's Va- IX. DAMON AND PHILLIDA. By Colley Cibber, Efq; 241 X. THE DESERT ISLAND. By Arthur Murphy, Efq; 257 XI. HE WOU'D IF HE COU'D; or, An Old Fool worse than any. By Isaac Bickerstaff, Esq; 289 IS he gone out? his card tells me to come directly 1 did but lock fome and away I hurried. take papers, my hat and cane, Serv. My mafter defires you will fit down, he will return immediately-he had fome bufinefs with his lawyer, and went out in great hafte, leaving the meffage I have deliver'd. Here is my young mafter. [Exit Servant, Enter Enter Nephew. Bates. What lively Billy!-hold, I beg your pardon-melancholy William, I think-Here's a fine revolution-I hear your uncle, who was last month all gravity, and you all mirth, have chang'd characters; he is now all fpirit, and you are in the dumps, young man. Nephew. And for the fame reafon-This journey to Scarborough will unfold the riddle. Bates. Come, come, in plain English, and before your uncle comes-explain the matter. Neph. In the first place, I am undone. Bates. In love, I know-I hope your uncle is not undone too-that would be the devil! Neph. He has taken poffeffion of him in every fenfe. In fhort, he came to Scarborough to fee the lady I had fallen in love with. Bates. And fell in love himself? Neph. Yes, and with the fame lady. Bates. That is the devil indeed! Neph. O, Mr Bates! when I thought my happiness complete, and wanted only my uncle's confent, to give me the independence he fo often has promis'd me, he came to Scarborough for that purpose, and wifh'd me joy of my choice; but, in lefs than a week, his bation turned into a paffion for her: he now hates the fight of me, and is refolv'd, with the confent of the father, to make her his wife directly. appro Bates. So he keeps you out of your fortune, won't give his confent, which his brother's foolish will requires, and he would marry himself the fame woman, because, right, title, confcience, nature, justice, and every law, divine and human, are against it. Neph. Thus he tricks me at once both of wife and fortune, without the leaft want of either. Bates. Well faid, friend Whittle! but it can't be, it fhan't be, and it must not be--this is murder and robbery in the strongeft fenfe, and he shan't be hang'd in chains to be laugh'd at by the whole town, if I can help it. Neph. I am distracted, the widow is diftrefs'd, and we both fhall run mad. Bates. A widow too! 'gad a mercy, threefcore and five! Neph. |