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come from herself.--My advice or importunity shall never influence her: If guardians would be less rigorous, young people would be more reasonable ; and I am so unfashionable to think, that happiness in marriage can't be bought too dear..I am still on the wrong fide of forty, Sir Charles.
Sir Cha. No, no -You are right, neighbour.-But here she is. Don't alarm her young heart too much, I beg of you.-Upon my word, she is a sweet morfel.
Enter Miss Harriet and Lucy. Miss Har. He is with company—I'll speak to him another time.
(Retiring Luc. Young, handfome, and afraid of being seen! You are very particular, Miss.
Hea. Miss Harriet, you must not go.-( Harriet returns.) Sir Charles, give me leave to introduce you to this young lady.-(Introduces her.) You know, I fuppose, the reason of this gentleman's visit to me?
ETO Harriet. Miss Har. Sir! (confused.)
Hea. You may trust me, my dear, (smiling. ) Don't be disturb’d, I shall not reproach you with any thing but keeping your wishes a secret from me so long.
Miss Har. -Upon my word, Sir.-Lucy! Luc. Well, and Lucy! I'll lay my life 'tis a treaty of marriage. Is that such a dreadful thing? Oh, for shame, Madam! Young ladies of fashion are not frightened at such things now a-days.
Hea. to Sir Cha. We have gone too far, Sir Charles. We must excufe her delicacy, and give her time to recover :- I had better talk with her alone ; we will leave her now.-Be perfuaded that no endeavours shall be wanting on my part to bring this affair to a happy and a speedy conclufion.
Sir Cha. I shall be obliged to you, Mr Heartly.Young lady, your servant.-What grace and modesty! She is a most engaging creature, and I shall be proud to make her one of my family. Hea. You do us honour, Sir Charles.
(Exeunt Sir Charles and Heartly. Luc. Indeed, Miss Harriet, you are very particular;
gou was tired of the boarding-school, and yet feem to have no inclination to be married.-- What can be the meaning of al} this That sinirking old gentleman is uncle to Mr Clackit ; and, my life for it, he has made fome proposals to your guardian.
Miss Har. Prithee don't plague me about Mr Clackit.
Luc. But why not, Miss.? Tho' he is a little fantaftical, loves to hear himself talk, and is somewhat felf-sufficient ; you must consider he is young, has been abroad, and keeps good company The trade will foon be at an end, if young ladies and gentlemen grow. over nice and exceptious.
Miss Har. But if I can find one without thefe faults, I may surely please myself. Luc. Without these faults! and is he
Mifs ? Miss Har. He is sensible, modest, polite, affable, and generous; and charms from the natural impulses of his own heart, as much as others disguft by their. fenseless airs and insolent affectation..
Luc. Upon my word !-But why have you kept this fecret so long ?-Your guardian is kind to you beyond conception. What difficulties can you have to overcome ?
Miss Har. Why, the difficulty of declaring my fentiments.
Luc. Leave that to me, Mifs.-But your spark, with all his accomplishments, must have very little penetration, not to have discovered his good fortune in your eyes.
Miss Har. I take care that my eyes don't tell too much; and he has too much delicacy to interpret looks to his advantage. Besides, he would certainly disapprove my passion ; and if I should ever make the de. claration, and meet with a denial, I should absolutely die with shame.
Luc. I'll infure your life for a silver' thimble. But what can possibly hinder your coming together?
Miss Har. His excess of merit.
Lúc. His excess of a fiddlestick! But come, I'll put you in the way :--You shall trust me with the fecret ;-I'll entrust it again to half a dozen friends ;
they shall entrust it to half a dozen more, by which means it will travel half the town over in a week's time: the gentleman will certainly brear of it ; and then if he is not at your feet in the fetching of a figh, I'll give up all my perquifites at your wedding.-What is lis name, Miss?
Miss Har. I cannot tell you his name, -Indeed I cannot;. I am afraid of being thought too fingular. But why should I be ashamed of my passion? Is the impression which a virtuous character makes upon our hearts such a weakness that it may not be excused?
Luc. By my faith, Miss, I can't understand you: You are afraid of being thought fingular, and you really are so ;-I would sooner renounce all the pasfions in the universe, than have one in my bosom beating and fluttering itself to pieces. Come, come, Miss, open the window and let the poor devil out..
Enter Heartly. Hea. Leave us, Lucy.
Luc. There's something going forwardmotis very hard I can't be of the party.
[Exit. Hea. She certainly thinks, from the character of the young man, that I shall disapprove of her choice.
(Afide. Miss Har. What can I possibly say to him? I am as much afhamed to make the declaration, as he would be to understand it.
Hea. Don't imagine, my dear, that I would know more of your thoughts than you defire I should ; but the tender care which I have ever shown, and the fincere friendship which I shall always have for you, give me a sort of right to inquire into every thing that con. cerns you.--Some friends have spoken to me in parti... cular.--But that is not all-I have lately found you thoughtful, absent, and disturbed :-Be plain with me-Has not somebody been happy enough to pleafe
Miss Har. I cannot deny it, Sir :- -Yes-somebody indeed has pleased me-But I must intreat you. not to give credit to any idle stories, or inquire farther: into the particulars of my inclination ; for I cannot posibly have resolution enough to say more to you.
Hea. But have you made a choice, my dear?
Miss Har. I have, in my own mind, Sir; and 'tis impossible to make a better-Reason, honour, every thing must approve it.
Hea. And how long have you conceived this passion? Miss Har. Ever since I left the country to live
(Sighsa Hea. I see your confusion, my dear, and will reheve you from it immediately-I am informed of the whole
Miss Har. Sir!
Hea. Don't be uneasy; for I can with pleasure asfure you,
that your passion is return'd with equal tenderness.
Miss Har.. If you are not deceiv'd I cannot be more happy.
Hea. I think I am not deceiv’d.But, after the declaration
have made, and the assiirances which I. have given you, why will you conceal it any longer? Have I got deserv'd a little more confidence from you?
Miss Har. You have indeed deserv'd' it, and should certainly have it, were I not well affur'd that
you would oppose my inclinations.
Hea. I oppose. 'era! Am I then la unkind to you, my dear?-_Can
I promise you that I have no will but your's.
Miss Har. Since you desire it then, I will endeavour to explain myself.
Hea. I am all attention-Speak, my dear.
Miss Hara And if I do, I feel I shall never be able to speak to you again..
Hea. How can that be, when I shall agree in every thing?
Miss Har. Indeed you won't :-Pray let me retire to my own chamber-I am not well, Sir.
Hea. I see your delicacy is hurt, my dear : But let me intreat you once more to confide in me. _Tell me his name, and the next moment I will go to him and affure him that my confent hall confirm both your happiness
Miss Har. You will easily find him-And when you have, pray tell him how improper it is for a young woman to speak first :-Persuade him to spare my blushes, and to release me from so terrible a situation. - I shall leave him with you—And hope that this declaration will make it impossible for you to mistake me any longer.
(Harriet is going, but, upon seeing Y. Clackit,
remains upon the stage.) Hea. Are we not alone? What can this mean? ( Aside.) r. Cla. Apropos faith! here they are together.
Hea. I did not see him ; but now the riddle's explain'd. ( Afde.)
Miss Har. What can he want now? This is the most spiteful interruption. [ Aside.); r. Cla. By your leave, Mr Heartly.
(Croffes him to go to Harriet.) -Have I caught you at last, my divine Harriet Well, Mr Heartly, fans façon-- -But what's the matter, ho!—Things look a little gloomy here : One mutters to himself, and gives me no answer; and the other turns the head, and winks at me. -How the devil am I to interpret all this?
Miss Har. I wink at you, Sir! Did I, Sir?
r. Cla. Yes, you, my angel -- But mụm--Mr Heartly, for Heaven's fake, what is all this? Speak, I conjure you, is it life or death with me?
Miss Har. What a dreadful situation I am in !
r. Cla. Hope for the beft;--I'll bring matters about, I warrant you.
Hea. You have both of you great reason to be fatiffied--Nothing shall oppose your happiness.
r. Cla. Bravo, Mr Heartly!
Hea. Mifs Harriet's will is a law to me; and for you, Sir—the friendship which' I have ever profess'd for your uncle is too fincere not to exert some of it upon this occasion.
Miss Har. I shall die with confufion! (Alide.)
r. Cla. I am alive again.-Dear Mr Heartly, thou art a most adorable creature! What a happiness it is to have to do with a man of sense, who has no foolish