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Mrs Pen. How! gillAirt ! none of your fleers ! I am glad here's a husband coming that will take you down; Your tantrums! You are grown too headftrong and robust for me.

Suck. Gad, I believe you would be glad to be taken down the same way! Mrs Pen. Oh! you are a pert

-But see, your lover approaches. Now Sukey, be careful,, child : None

Énter Jenkins as Sir Gregory, and Hartop as. Tim.

Jenk. Lack-a-day, lady! I rejoice to see you! wonderful! and your niece ! Tim, the ladies.

Har. Your servant, Mistress! I am glad to see you, Miss Suck. (Salutes her.) Fath and sole, Mistress Suck's a fine young woman, more or less !

Suck. Yes, I am well enough, I believe.

Jenk. But, lady, where's my brother Trifle ? where is Sir Pepurious?

Suck. Father's at home, in expectation of you ; and aunt and I be come to town to make preparations.

Jenk. Ay! wonderful ! Pray, - lady, thall I, good now! crave a word in private ? Tim, will


your sweetheart draw back a little ?

Har. Yes, father : Come, Miss, will you jog a tiny bit this way? Suck. With all


heart., Jenk. There is, lady; a wonderful affair has happen'd, good now! Son Tim has fallen in love with a young woman at his uncle's, and 'tis partly to prevent bad confequences, that I am, lack-a day! fo hafty to match him : and one of my men, good now, tells me that he has seen the wench fince we have been in town; she has follow'd us here, sure as a gun, lady! If Tim sees the girl, he'll never marry your niece.

Mrs Pen. It is indeed, Sir Gregory Gazette, a most critical conjuncture, and requires the most mature deliberation.

Fenk. Deliberation ! lack-a-day, lady, whilft we deliberate the boy will be lost.


: Mrs Pen. Why, Sir Gregory Gazette, what operation's can we determine upon?

Jenk. Lack-a-day! I know but one.

Mrs Pen. Adminifter your propofition, Sir Gregory Gazette : you will have my concurrence, Sir, in any thing that does not derogate from the regulations of conduct ; for it would be most prepofterous in one of my character, to deviate from the strictest attention.

Jenk. Lack-a-day, lady, no such matter is wanted. But, good now! could not we tack the young couple together directly? your brother and I have already agreed.

Mrs Pen. Are the previous preliminaries settled, Sir Gregory Gazette?

Jenk. Good now! as firm as a rock, lady.

Mrs Pen. Why, then, to preserve your son, and accomplish the union between our families, I have no objections to the acceleration of their nuptials, provided the child is inclined, and a minifter

may be procur'd. Fenk. Wonderful ! you are very good, good now ! there has been one match already in the house to-day; we may have the same parson. Here! Tim ! and young gentlewoman! Well, Mifs ! wonderful, and how ? has Tim ? hey, boy ! Is not miss a fine young lady?

Här. Fath and fole, father, miss is a charming young. woman ; all red and white, like Mally-Hum !

Fenk Hush, Tim! Well, and Miss, how does my. boy? he's an honelt hearty lad! Has he, good now! had the art ? How d' ye like him, young gentlewoman?

Suck. Liken? well enough, I think.

Jenk. Why, then, Miss, with your leave, your aunt and I here have agreed, if you are willing, to have the wedding over directly.

Suck. Gad! with all my heart. Ask the young man.

Har. Fath and fole, juft as you pleafe; to-day, tomorrow, or when you will, more or less.

Jenk. Good now, good now! then get you in there, there you will find one to do your

business : wonderful ! matters will soon be managed within. Well, lady, this was good now, so kind! Lack-a-day! I verily believe if dame Winny was dead, that I should be glad to lead up such another dance with you, lady: A á 2


Mrs Pen. You are, Sir, fomething too presipitate : Nor would there, did circumstances concur, as you infinuate, be fo absolute a certitude, that I, who have rejected so many matches, fhould instantaneously fuccumb.

Jenk. Lack-a-day, lady, good now! I Mrs Pen. No, Sir; I would have you instructed, that had not Penelope Trifle made irrefragable resolutions, she need not so long have preserved her family furAame.

Fenk. Wonderful! why, I was only

Mrs Pen. Nor has the title of Lady Gazette such rę. fplendent charms, or fuch bewitching allurements, as to throw me at once into the arms of Sir Gregory.

Jenk. Good now! who says

Mrs Pen. Could wealth, beauty, or titles superior to perhaps

Enter Sir Gregory, Roger, and Tim. Tim. Yes, indeed, father; Mr Hartop knew on't as well as I, and Mr Jenkins got us, a parfon.

Sir Greg. Good now, good now! a rare couple of friends! But I'll be even with them! I'll marr their market! Mafter Jenkins, you have fobb'd me finely.

Jenk. Lack-a-day, what's the matter now?

Sir Greg. Come, come, none of your lack-a-days ! none of your gambols, nor your tricks to me : Good now, good now! give me my cloaths ! here, take your tawdry trappings. I have found you out at lạft : I'll be no longer your property.

Jenk. Wonderful ! what's all this, lady? Good now, good now! what's here? a stage-play?

Şir Greg. Play me no plays; but give me my wig ! and your precious friend my loving cousin, (pize on the kindred), let'n

Jenk. Good now, good now! what are these folks ? as sure as a gun, they're mad.

Sir Greg. Mad! no, no; we are neither mad nor fools : nọ thanks to you, tho'.

Ars Pen. What is all this ? can you unravel this per. plexity, untwine this mystery, Sir Gregory Gazette? Sir Greg. He Sir Gregory Gazette ? Lack-a-day,


lady! you are trick'd, imposed upon, bamboozled :. Good now, good now! 'tis I am Sir Gregory Gazette.

Mrs Pen. How !

Tim. Fath and fole, 'tis true, miftress; and I am hic son Tim, and will swear it.

Mrs Pen. Why, isn't Mr Timothy Gazette with my niece Susannah Trifle ?

Tim. Who, me? Lord, no, 'tis none of I, it is >> cousin Hartop in my cloaths.

Mrs Pen. What's this ? and pray, who

Jenk. Why, as I see the affair is concluded, you may, Madam, call me Jenkins.. Come, Hartop, you may now throw off your disguise; the knight had like to have embarrassed us.

Mrs Pen. How, Mr Jenkins ! and would you, Sirg's participate of a plot to

Har. Madam, in the issue, your family will, I hope, have no great reason to repent. I always had the greateft veneration for Miss Penelope Trifle's understanding ; the highest esteem ! for her virtues can intitle me to the honour of being regarded as her relation.

Mrs Pen. Sir, I shall determine on nothing, 'till I am apprised of my brother's resolution.

Har. For that we must wait. Sir Gregory, I must intreat you and your son's pardon for some little liberties I have taken with you both. Mr Jenkins, I have the highest obligation to your friendship; and, Miss, when we become a little better acquainted, I flatter myself the change will not prove unpleafing.

Suck. I know nothing at all about it..

Har. Sir Gregory, we shall have your company at dinner ? :

Sir. Greg. Lack'a-day, no, no, that boy has fpoil'd my

ftomach Come, Tim, fetch thy rib, and let us bé jogging towards Wales; but how thou wilt get off : with thy mother

Tim. Never fear, father

Since you have been pleas'd our nuptial-knot to blessis We shall be happy all our lives--more or less

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(I hear you cry) can that produce?
What does it mean? what can it be?
A little patience and you'll fee.
Behold, to keep your minds uncertain,
Between the scene and you this curtain !
So writers hide their plots, no doubt,
To please the more when all comes out!
Of old the Prologue told the story,
And laid the whole affair before ye;
Came forth in fimple phrase to say,
“ 'Fore the beginning of the play
“ ), hapless Polydore, was found
By fishermen, or others, drown'd!

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* The lines marked with turned commas, are taken from a poem called Sha..espeare, an epistle to Mr Garrick, Sec Lloyd's Poems, p. 57,

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