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the fourth act, and then -O gemini, I have ten at least

Dick. That will do swimmingly-I've a round dozen myself -Come, now begin-You fancy me dead, and I think the same of you~Now mind

[They stand in attitudes. Win. Only mind the villain. Dick. O thou soft fleeting form of Lindamira !Char. * Illusive shade of my beloved lord !

Dick. † She lives ! she speaks! and we shall still be happy. Win. You lie, you villain, you shan't be happy.

[Knocks him down. Dick. [on the ground.] † Perdition catch your arm, the chance is thine.

Gar. So, my young madam_I have found you again.

Dick. ♡ Capulet, forbear; Paris, let loose your hold- She is my wife-our hearts are twin'd together.

Win. Sirrah! villain ! I'll break every bone in your body

[Strikes. Dick. || Parents have flinty hearts; no tears can move 'em : children must be wretched_Tear not our heart. strings thus ; they strain, they crack !-O what a pity 'tis there are no scene-drawers to lift ine

Win. A scoundrel, to rob your father : you rascal, I've a mind to break


head. Dick. I What, like this? [Takes off his wig, and Thews two patches on his head.]'

Win. 'Tis mighty well, young man-Zookers! I made my own fortune ; and i'll take a boy out of the Blue-coat hospital, and give him all I have-Look ye here, friend Gargle-you know I'm not a hard-hearted man-the scoundrel, you know, has robb’d me ; so, d'ye fee, I won't hang him----I'll only transport the fellow And so, Mr Catchpole-you may take him to Newgate.

Gar. Well but, dear Sir, you know I always intend: ed to marry my daughter into your family; and if you let the young man be ruined, my money must all

let * Romeo and Juliet.

+ Ditto.

Richard III. § Romeo. | Ditto, 9 Barbarossa


into another channel.

Win. How's that !-into another channel ! -Must not lose the handling of his money - Why, I told you, friend Gargle, I'm not a hard-hearted man.

Gar. Why no, Sir—but your passions—However, if you will but make the young gentleman serve out the laft

year of his apprenticeship, you know I shall be giving over, and I may put him into all

my practice.Win. Ha, ha !—Why—if the blockhead would but get as many crabbed physical words from Hypocrites and Allen, as he has from his nonsensicai trumpery, ha, ha!—I don't know, between you and I, but he might pass for a very good physician.

Dick. * And must I leave thee, Juliet ?

Char. Nay, but prithee now have done with your speeches.You see we are brought to the last distress, and fo

had better make it up.-

( Afide to Dick. Dick. Why, for your fake, my dear, I could almost find in


heartWin. You'll settle your money on your daughter ?Gar. You know it was always my intention.

Win. I must not let the cash slip through my hands ( Afide.) Look ye here, young man--- I am the bestnatured man in the world --How came this debt, friend?

Bail. The gentleman gave his note at Bristol, I understands, where he boarded—'tis but twenty pounds.

Win. Twenty pounds! Well, why don't you send to your friend Shakespeare now to bail you ?-ha, ha! I hould like to see Shakespeare give bail-ha, ha!—Mr Catchpole, will you take bail of Ben Thompson, and Shakespeare, and Odysley Popes?

Bail. No such people have been here, Sir-Are they house-keepers ?Dick. + You do not come to mock my

miseries Gar. Hush, young man, you'll fpoil all-Let me speak to you— How is your digestion ?

Dick. | Throw physic'to the dogs, I'll none of it-
Char. Nay, but dear Dick, for my fake---
Win. What says he, Gargle?

Gar. * Romeo and Juliet.

+ Mourning Bride. # Macbeth


Gar. He repents, Sir-he'll reform.-
Win. That's right lad—now you're right and if

will but serve out your time, my friend Gargle here will make a man of


Wounds ! you'll have his daughter and all his money.

-And if I hear no more of your trumpery, and you mind your business, and stick to my little Charlotte, and make me a grandfather in my old days—egad, you shall have all mine too--that is, when I'm dead.

* Dick. Charlotte--that will do rarely ; and we may go to the play as often as we please.

Char. O Gemini, it will be the purest thing in the < world ; and we'll see Romeo and Juliet every time it « is acted.

Dick. • Ay, and that will be a hundred times in a « season at least ;-befides, it will be like a play, if I « reform at the end.- * Sir, free me so far in your

moft generous thoughts, that I have shot my arrow ro'er the house, and hurt my brother.

Win. What do you say, friend ?Char. Nay, but prithee now do it in plain English.

Dick. Well, well, I will-He knows nothing of ( metaphors.'

fhall find for the future, that we'll both endeavour to give you all the satisfaction in our power.

Win. Very well, that's right-you may do very well. Friend Gargle, I'm overjoy'd

Gar. Cheerfulness, Sir, is the principal ingredient • in the composition of health.

Win. Wounds! man, let's hear no more of your physic.- -Here, young man, put this book in

your • pocket, and let me see how foon you'll be master of • vulgar fractions.'Mr Catchpole, step home with me, and I'll pay you the


You seem to be a no<table fort of a fellow, Mr Catchpole ;-could you nab a man for me? Catch. Faft enough, Sir, when I've the writ. Win. Very well, come along—I lent a young gentleman a hundred pounds-a cool hundred he call'd

-ha, ha!--it did not stay to cool with him-I • had a good premium ; but I shan't wait a moment

-Sir, you


6 it


* Hamlet.

* for that Come along, young man

What right have you to twenty pounds give you twenty pounds! I-I never wasobliged to my family for twenty pounds. " --But I'll say no more-If you have a mind to thrive ' in this world, make yourself useful, is the Golden • Rule.

• My dear Charlotte, as you are to be my reward, I • will be a new man.'Char. Well, now I shall see how much you

love me. Dick. It shall be my study to deferve you;-and since we don't go on the stage, 'tis some comfort that the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

Some play the upper, some the under parts,
And most assume what's foreign to their hearts :
Thus, Life is but a tragic-comic jest,
And all is farce and mummery at best.


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SCENE, The Street.
Enter OLD GERALD and Martin.

OU are refolv'd, Sir, to marry, you say?

0. Ger. I am; and to that end I have sent my son to the university, to mind his study, and be out of

Mar. May I be so bold, Sir, to ask the lady's name you intend to make your wife?

0. Ger.

the way.

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