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She is now upon her last legs. If she does Daf. For your sake, madam, I'll make the not run away with some foolish gentleman this best of my way home

[Going. winter, she'll return into the country, and marry Tuke. Whai ! would you leave me to the fury her footman, ha, ha, ha!

of an enraged husband !-Is that your affection! Lady Pew. My footman shall break his bones,

[Holds him. I can tell him that.

Sop. If I could but catch her-Ha! what's Daf. Hush, madam! I protest, I thought I that? I saw something move in the dark—the heard a voice-I wonder they don't come. point of my sword shall tickle it out, whatever it

[Aside. is.

[Draws, and goes towards them. Tuke. 'Twas only I, Mr Daffodil - I was mur- Tuke. For Heaven's sake draw, and fight him, muring to you.

[Sighs. while I make my escape ! Daf. Pretty murmurer !’Egad, if they don't Daf. Fight hiin! 'twould be cowardly to fight come soon, the lady will grow fond. faside. in the dark, and with a drunken man—I'll call

Tuke. But among your conquests, Mr Daffo- the sentry. dil, you forget Miss Sophy Sprightly.

Tuke. And expʻse us to the world? Daf. And her cousin Arabella. I was coming Daf. I would to leaven we were ! [Aside. to them; poor, silly, good-natured, loving tools ! He comes forward.] Let me go, madanı; you pinch I made my addresses to one through pique, and me to the bone. the other for pity; that was all.

Tuke. He won't know us--I have my mask Tuke. O, that I could believe you !

Daf. Don't be uneasy ! I'll tell you how it was, Ladies. Ha, ha, ha! madam-You must know, there is a silly, self- Sop. What, is the devil and his imps playing at sufficient fellow, one Tukely

blind man's buff? Ay, ay; here he is, indeed; SaTuke. So, so.—[ Aside.] — I know him a little. tan himself, dressed like a fine gentleman–Come,

Daf. I am sorry for it-The less you know of Mr Devil, out with your pitchfork, and let us him, the better ; the fellow pretended to look take a thrust or two. fierce at me, for which I resolved to have his Daf. You mistake me, sir, I am not the permistress : So I threw in my line, and without son; indecd, I am not; I know nothing of your much trouble, hooked her.' Her poor cousin, wife, sir George; and if you know how little I too, nibbled at the bait, and was caught. So I care for the whole sex, you would not be so fuhave had my revenge upon Tukely, and now I rious with an innocent man. shall willingly resign poor Sophy, and throw him Sop. Who are you, then? And what are you in her cousin, for a make-weight, ha, ha, ha! doing with that blackamoor lady there-dan

Lady Pew. This is some comfort, at least. cing a saraband with a pair of castanets? Speak, Ara. Your ladyship is better than you was. sir!

[Noise without. Daf. Pray forbear, sir; here's company coming Tuke. I vow, I hear a noise. What shall we that will satisfy you in every thing–Hallo, hallodo? It comes this way.

Here, here, bere ! [Hallo's faintly.] my lord, my Daf. They can't see us, my dear.— I wish my lord !-Spinner-Dizzy—Isallo! friends would come. (Aside. Don't whisper, or breathe.

Enter Lord RACKET, SIR TANTIVY, SPINNER, Enter Sophia, in a surtout, and slouched hat.

and Dizzy, with torches. Sop. If I could but catch her at her pranks Lord Rac. What's the matter here ?-Who she certainly must be this way-for the chair is calls for help? waiting at the end of Rosamond's pond—I have Daf. [Running to them with his sword drawn.) thrown one of her chairmen into it—and, if 10, my friends, I have been wishing for you this could but catch her

half hour! I have been set upon by a dozen felTuke. O, sir! my passion has undone me-Ilows—They have all made their escape, but this am discovered; it is my husband, sir George, -My arm is quite dead-I have been at cart and he is looking for me!

and tierce with them all, for near a quarter of an Daf. The devil it is! Why, then, madam, the hour. best way will be for you to go to him—and let Sop. In buckram, my lord ! He was got with ine sneak off the other way.

my property here, and I would have chastised Tuke. Go to him, sir ! What can I say to him? him for it, if your coming had not prevented it.

Daf. Any thing, madam-Say you had the Duf. Let us throw the rascal into Rosamond's vapoirs, and wanted air.

pond. Tuke. Lord, sir! he is the most pasionate Lord Rac. Come sir, can you swim? of mortals; and I am afraid he is in liquor,

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TUKELY snatches Sot00; and, then, he is mad !

Pla's sword, and she runs behind Sop. If I could but catch her

him. [Looking about. Tuke. I'll defend you, my dear!-What, would

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you murder a man, and lie with his wife, too?- Sop. Who bids fairest now for Rosamond's Oh! you are a wicked gentleman, Mr Daffodil. pond?

[Attacks DAFFODIL. Lord Rac. What, in the name of wonder, is Daf. Why, the devil's in the woman, I think ! all this business ? I don't understand it.

[All the ladies advance from behind. Diz. Nor I neither; but 'tis very drole, faith! Ladies. Ha, ha, ha! your humble servant, Mr Tuke. The mystery will clear in a moment. Daffodil-ha, ha, ha!

[Curtsying Daf. Don't give yourself any trouble, Mr Daf. This is all enchantment!

Tukely; things are pretty clear as they areLady Pew. No, sir, the enchantment is broke; The night's cool, and my cousin Dizzy, bere, is and the old maid, sir, homely and wanton, before an invalid—If you please, another time, when she retires into the country, has the satisfactiou there is less company.—[ Ladies laugh.]—The laof knowing that the agreeable Mr Daffodil is a dies are pleased to be merry, and you are pleased much more contemptible mortal, than the foot to be a little angry; and so, for the sake of tran. man which his goodness has been pleased to mar- quillity—I'll go to the opera.

(Daffodil sneaks out by degrees. Ladies. Ha, ha, ha!

Lord Rac. This is a fine blow-up, indeed !Mrs Dump. Would Mr Daffodil please to have Ladies, your humble scrvant—Hallo! Daffodil. a pinch of Spanish snuff out of the great moguls

(Erit. box? 'Tis the best thing in the world for low Diz. I'll lay you a hundred, that my cousin spirits.

[Offers her bor. never intrigues again-George! George! Don't Ladies. Ha, ha, ha!

run-hugh, huyh

[Erit. Mrs Dot. If a fool may not be permitted to Tuke. As iny satisfaction is complete, I have speak, Mr Daffodil, let her at least he permitted none to ask of Mr Daffodil. I forgive his behato laugh at so fine a gentleman-Ha, ha, ha! viour to me, as it has hastened and confirmed my

Ara. Were you as sensible of shame, as you happiness here. (To Sophia.]—But as a friend are of fear, the sight of me, whom you loved for to you, ladies, I shall insist upon his making you pity, would be revenge sufficient-But I can for- ample satisfaction : However, this benefit will give your baseness to me, much easier than I arise, that you will hereafter equally detest and can myself, for my behaviour to this happy shun these destroyers of your reputation. couple. Daf. Who the devil are they?

In you coquettry is a loss of fame; Ara. The marquis and marchioness of Maca- But, in our sex, 'tis that detested name, roni, ladies-Ha, ha, ha!

That marks the want of manhood, virtue, sense Sop. Ha! Mio Carrissimo Amico, il signior and shaine. Daffodillo! Daf. How! Tukely and Sophia !-If I don't

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SCENE I.-Belmour's lodging. master, you can't conceive the good it would do

your health, if you will but keep your temper a Enter BELMOUR, beating BRISK.

little. Brisk. Mr Belmour ! - Let me die, sir-as I Bel. Mighty well, sir, give your advice ! hope to be saved, sir

Brisk. Why, really, now, this same love hath me Bel

. Sirrab! Rogue ! Villain !—I'll teach you, tamorphosed us both very strangely, master : for, I will, you rascal ! to speak irreverently of her 1 to be free, here have we been at this work these

six weeks, stark-staring mad in love with a couple Brisk. As I am a sinner, sir, I only meant- of baggages not worth a groat: and yet, Heaven

Bel. Only meant! You could not mean it, help us ! they have as niuch pride as comes to jackanapes--you had no meaning, booby. the share of a lady of quality, before she bas been

Brisk. Why, no, sir—that's the very thing, sir caught in the fact with a handsome young fellow, -I had no meaning.

or indeed after she has been caught, for that Bel. Then, sirrah, I'll make you know your mattermeaning for the future.

Bel. You won't have done, rascal ! Brisk. Yes, sir—to be sure, sir- and yet Brisk. In short, my young mistress and her upon my word, if you would be but a little cool, maid have as much pride and poverty as-as-sir, you'd find I'm not much to blame. Besides, no matter what; they have the devil and all Vol. III.

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when, at the same time, every body knows the Brisk. Heaven help us, not much to crack old broken upholsterer, Miss Harriet's father, of. might give us all he has in the world, and not Bel. Not much to crack of, Mr Brazen ! Prieat the worse pudding on a Sunday for it. the, Rovewell, how can you be so ungenerous as

Bel. Impious, execrable atheist! What, de to ask such a question? You know I don't mind tract from Heaven? I'll reform your notions, I fortune ; thoughi

, by the way she has an uncle, will, you saucy

[Beats him. who is determined to settle verv handsomely upBrisk. Nay, but my dear sir--a little patience on her, and on the strength of that does she give --not so hard

herself innumerable airs.

Rove. Fortune not to be minded! I'll tell Enter RovEWELL.

you what, Belmour, though you have a good one

already, there's no kind of inconvenience in a Roce. Belmour, your servant--What, at log-little more. I am sure if I had not minded forgerheads with my old friend Brisk?

tune, I might have been in Jamaica still, not Bel. Confusion !—Mr Rovewell, your servant | worth a sigar-cane; but the widow Molosses took ----this is your doing, hang-dog !---Jack Rovewell, a fancy to me-Heaven, or a worse destiny, has I am glad to see thee

taken a fancy to her; and so, after ten years exRove. Brisk used to a good servant—he has ile, and being turned a-drift by my father, here not been tampering with any of his master's girls, am I again, a warm planter, and a widower, has he?

most woefully tired of matrimony. But, my Bel. Do you know, Rovewell, that he has had dear Belmour, we were both so overjoyed to the impudence to talk detractingly and profane- meet one another yesterday evening, just as I ly of my mistress ?--

arrived in town, that I did not bear a syllable Brisk. For which, sir, I have suffered inhu- from you of your love-fit. How, when, and manly, and most unchristian-like, I assure you. where, did this happen? Bel. Will you leave prating, booby?

Bel. Oh, by the most fortunate accident that Rove. Well, but Belmour, where does she ever was—I'll tell thee, Rovewell—I was going live? I am but just arrived, you know, and I'll one night from the tavern about six weeks ago go and heat up her quarters.

I had been there with a parcel of blades, whose Bel. [Half aside.] Beat up her quarters ! only joy is centered in their bottle ; and faith, (Looks at him smilingly, then half aside. till this accident, I was no better myself - but

ever since, I am grown quite a new man. Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Rove, Av, a new man, indeed! Who, in the Oft she rejects, but never once offends. name of wonder, would take thee, sunk as thou

(Stands musing. art, into a musing, moping, melancholy lover,

for the gay Charles Belmour, whom I knew in Rore. Hey! what, fallen into a reverie? Pri- the West Indies ? thee, Brisk, what does all this mean?

Bel. Poh! that is not to be mentioned. You Brisk. Why, sir, you must know-I am over know my father took me against my will from head and ears in love.

the university, and consigned me over to the acaRove. But I mean your master; what ails demic discipline of a man of war; so that, to him?

prevent a dejection of spirits, I was obliged to Brisk. That's the very thing I am going to tell run into the opposite extreme-as you yourself you, sir-As I said, sir--I am over head and ears were won't to do. in love with a whimsical queer kind of a piece Rove. Why, yes; I had my moments of rehere in the neighbourhood; and so nothing can fection, and was glad to dissipate them. You serve my master, but he must fall in love with know I always told you there was something exthe mistress. Look at him now, sir

traordinary in my story; and so there is still. I {Belmour continues musing and mutter- suppose it must be cleared up in a few days now ing to himself:]

-Iam in po hurry about it, though: I must see the Rove. Ha, ha, ha! Poor Belmour, I pity thee, town a little this evening, and have my frolic with all my heart

first. But to the point, Belmour-you was go[Strikes him on the shoulder. ing from the tavern, you say?

Bel. Yes, sir, about two in the morning; and Ye gods, annihilate both space and time, 1 perceived an unusual blaze in the air-I was And make two lovers happy.

in a rambling humour, and so resolved to know

what it was. Bel. My dear Rovewell, such a girl! Ten Brisk. I and my master went together, sir. thousand cupids play about her mouth, you Bel. Oh, Rovewell! my better stars ordained rogue !

it to light ine on to happidess. By sure attracRove. Ten thousand pounds had better play tion led, I came to the very street where a house about her pocket. What fortune has she? was on fire; water-engines playing, flames as

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ce nding, all burry, confusion, and distress! when, Bel. Prithee leave fooling. on a sudden, the voice of despair, silver sweet,

Rove. I am in serious earnest, I assure you. came thrilling down to my very heart. “Poor, I'll drink with you, game with you, go into any dear, little soul, what can she do! cried the scheme or frolic with you; but 'ware matrimony! neighbours. Again she screamed; the fire ga- .Nay, if you come to the tavern this evening, I'll thering force, and gaining upon her every in- driuk your mistress's health in a bumper; but as stant. Here, madam, said I, leap into my arms, to your conjugal scheme, I'll have nothing to do I'll be sure to receive you. And would you with that business, positively. think it? down she came--my dear Rovewell, Bel. Well, well, I'll take you at your word, such a girl! I caught her in my arms, you rogue, and meet you at ten exactly, at the same place safe, without harm. The dear paked Venus, just we were at last night; then and there l'il let risen from her bed, my boy-her slender you know what further measures I have conwaist, Rovewell, the downy smoothness of her certed. whole person, and her limbs, harmonious swel- Rove. 'Till then, farewell ; a-propos—do you ling by nature's softest hand!

know that I have seen none of my relations yet? Rove. Raptures and paradise ! What seraglio Bel. Time enough to-morrow, in Covent Garden did you carry her to?

Rove. Ay, ay, to-morrow will do—Well, your Bel. There again, now ! Do, prithee, correct servant, your way of thinking: take a quantum sutlicit Bel. Rovewell, yours. (Erit.] See the genof virtuous love, and purify vour ideas. Her tleman down stairs—and d’ye hear? come to me lovely bashfulness, her delicate tears, her beau- in my study, that I may give you a letter to Harty, heightened and endeared by distress, disper- riet. And hark'e, sir—be sure you see Harriet sed my wildest thoughts, and melted me into berself; and let me have no messages from that tenderness and respect.

otticious go-between, her mistress Slipslop of a Rove. But, Belmour, surely she has not the maid, with her unintelligible jargon of hard impudence to be modest after you have had pos- words, of which she neither knows the meaning session of her person ?

nor pronunciation. [Erit Brisk.], I'll write to Bel, My views are honourable, I assure you, her this moment, acquaint her with the soft tasir; but her father is so absurdly positive. The mult of my desires, and, if possible, make her man is distracted about the balance of power, mine own this very night. and will give his daughter to pone but a politi

[Exit repeating cian. When there was an execution in his house, he thought of nothing but the camp at Love first taught letters for same wretch's aid, Pyrna; and now he's bankrupt, bis head runs Some banished lover, or some captive maid.' upon the ways and means, and schemes for paying off the national debt: the affairs of Europe engross all his attention, while the distresses of

SCENE II.-The Upholsterer's house. his lovely daughter pass unnoticed.

Enter Harriet and TERMAGANT. Rove. Ridiculous enough! But why do you mind him! Why don't you go to bed to the Ter. Well, but, madam, he has made love to wench at once !- -Take her into keeping, you six weeks successively; be has been as con

stant in his moors, poor gentleman, as if you had Bel. How can you talk so affrontingly of her the subversion of 'state to settle upon him—and Have not I told you, though her father is ruined, if he slips through your fingers now, madam, you still she has great expectancies from a rich re- bave nobody to depute it but to yourself: lation?

Har. Lard, Termagant, how you run on! I Rove. Then, what do you stand watering at tell you again and again, my pride was touched, the mouth for? If she is to have money enough because he seemed to presume on his opulence to pay for her china, her gaming debts, her dogs, and my father's distresses. and her monkeys, marry her, then, if you needs Ter: La, Miss Harriet, how can you be so pamust be ensnared: be in a fool's paradise for a radropsical in your 'pinions? honey-moon; then, come to yourself

, wonder at Har. Well, but you know, though my father's what you have done, and mix with honest fellows affairs are ruined, I am not in so desperate a again : Carry her off, I say, and never stand way; consider my uncle's fortune is no trifle, whining for the father's consent.

and I think that prospect entitles me w give myBel. Carry her off! I like the scheme-Will self a few airs, before I resign my person. you assist me?

Ter. I grant ye, nadam, you have very Rove. No no; there I beg to be excused. good pretensions ; but then, it's waiting for dead Don't you remember what the satyrist says, men's shoes : l'il venture to be perjured Mr • Never marry while there's a halter to be had Bellmoor never disclaimed an idear of your fa• ' for money, or a bridge to afford a convenient ther's distress. ' leap.'

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