the fourth act, and then- O gemini, I have ten at leaft Dick. That will do fwimmingly-I've a round dozen myfelf Come, now begin-You fancy me dead, and I think the fame of you-Now mind Win. Only mind the villain. [They ftand in attitudes. Dick. O thou foft fleeting form of Lindamira !— Char. Dick. She lives! fhe fpeaks! 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 loofe your holdShe 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 heartfirings thus; they ftrain, they crack!-O what a pity 'tis there are no fcene-drawers to lift me Win. A fcoundrel, to rob your father: you rascal, I've a mind to break your head. Dick. What, like this? [Takes off his wig, and fhers two patches on his head.]' I Win. 'Tis mighty well, young man-Zookers! made my own fortune; and I'll take a boy out of the Blue-coat hofpital, and give him all I have-Look ye here, friend Gargle-you know I'm not a hard-hearted man-the fcoundrel, you know, has robb'd me; fo, d'ye fee, I won't hang him-I'll only tranfport the fellow And fo, Mr Catchpole-you may take him to Newgate. Gar. Well but, dear Sir, you know I always intended to marry my daughter into your family; and if you let the young man be ruined, my money must all go into another channel. Win. How's that!-into another channel!- -Muft not lofe the handling of his money-Why, I told you, friend Gargle, I'm not a hard-hearted man. Gar. Why no, Sir-but your paffions-However, if you will but make the young gentleman ferve 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 phyfical words from Hypocrites and Allen, as he has from his nonfenfical trumpery,ha, ha!-I don't know, between you and I, but he might pafs for a very good physician. Dick. And muft I leave thee, Juliet ?— Char. Nay, but prithee now have done with your fpeeches. You fee we are brought to the last distress, and fo you had better make it up.— (Afide to Dick. Dick. Why, for your fake, my dear, I could almost find in my heart Win. You'll fettle your money on your daughter?Gar. You know it was always my intention. Win. I must not let the cash flip 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 underftands, where he boarded-'tis but twenty pounds. Win. Twenty pounds! Well, why don't you fend to your friend Shakespeare now to bail you?--ha, ha! I fhould like to fee Shakespeare give bail-ha, ha!-Mr Catchpole, will you take bail of Ben Thompson, and Shakespeare, and Odyffey Popes ?— Bail. No fuch people have been here, Sir-Are they houfe-keepers? Dick. You do not come to mock my miferies?Gar. Hufh, young man, you'll fpoil all-Let me fpeak to you- How is your digestion?' Dick. Throw phyfic to the dogs, I'll none of it— Char. Nay, but dear Dick, for my fake Win. What fays he, Gargle? Gar. * Romeo and Juliet. † Mourning Bride. + Macbeth Gar. He repents, Sir-he'll reform.— you. Win. That's right lad-now you're right—and if you will but ferve 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 fhall have all mine too-that is, when I'm dead. go Dick. Charlotte-that will do rarely; and we may to the play as often as we please. Char. O Gemini, it will be the pureft thing in the world; and we'll fee 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 fo far in your moft generous thoughts, that I have fhot my arrow 'o'er the house, and hurt my brother. Win. What do you fay, friend?— • Char. Nay, but prithee now do it in plain English. Dick. Well, well, I will-He knows nothing of metaphors.'- Sir, you 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 compofition of health. • Win. Wounds! man, let's hear no more of your phyfic. Here, young man, put this book in your pocket, and let me fee how foon you'll be master of vulgar fractions.'Mr Catchpole, ftep home with me, and I'll pay you the money-You feem to be a notable fort of a fellow, Mr Catchpole ;-could you nab a man for me? 6 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 it————ha, ha!-it did not stay to cool with him—I had a good premium; but I fhan't wait a moment • for * Hamlet. -Come along, young man What right for that' have you to twenty pounds?-give you twenty pounds! -I never was obliged to my family for twenty pounds. '-But I'll fay 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 fhall fee how much you love me. Dick. It fhall be my study to deferve you;-and fince we don't go on the ftage, 'tis fome comfort that the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. Some play the upper, fome the under parts, And most affume what's foreign to their hearts: And all is farce and mummery at best. THE |