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Sir GEORG E.

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My father alive ! Thus let me greet the blessing.

Sir WILLIAM. Alive! Ay, and I believe I Tha’n’t be in a hurry to die again.

Sir - GEORG E. ". But, dear fit, the report of your death and this disguise

to what

Sir WILLIAM. Don't ask any questions. Your uncle will tell

you all. For my 'part, I am sick of the scheme.

R. WEALTHY.
I told you what would come of your politics.

Sir WILLIAM.
You did so.. But if it had not been for those
clumsey scoundrels, the plot was as good a plot

0 George, such discoveries I have to make. Within I'll unravel the whole.

Sir GEORG E. Perhaps, sir, I may match 'em. .

SHIFT Sir.

[Pulls him by the sleeve.

Sir GEORGE. Never fear. It is impossible, gentlemen, to determine your fate, till this matter is more fully explain’d. Till when, keep 'em in safe custody. Do you know them, sir?

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Sir WILLIAM. Yes, but that's more than they did me. I can cancel your debts there, and, I believe, prevail on those gentlemen to refund too. But you

have been a lad profligate young dog, George.

Sir GEORGE.
I can't boast of my goodness; sir, but I think
I could produce you a proof, that I am not so
totally destitute of

Sir WILLIAM. : Ay? Why then pr’ythee do.

Sir GEORGE. I have, fir, this day, resisted a temptation, that greater pretenders to morality might have yielded to. But I will trust myself no longer, and must crave your interposition and protection.

Sir. WILLIAM, : To what?

Sir GEORGE. I will attend you with the explanation in an instant.

(Exit. Sir WILLIAM. Pr’ythee, Shift; what does he mean?

S. HI FIT. I believe I can guess.

Sir WILLIAM. Let us have it.

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S H IF T.

I suppose the affair l'overheard just now, a prodigious fine elegant girl, faith that," difcarded by her family, for refusing to marry her

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grand-father, fell into the hands of the venera-
ble lady you saw, who being the kind caterer
for
your

son's amusements, brought her hither
for a purpose obvious enough. But the young
gentleman, touch'd with her story, truth and
tears, was converted from the spoiler of her
honour, to the protector of her innocence. !. ?

Sir WILLIA M.
Look'e there, brother, did not I tell you that
George was not so bad at the bottom !

R. W EALTHY.
This does indeed attone for half the- -But
they are here.

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Sir GEORGE.
Fear nothing, madam, you may safely rely
on the

L U CY.
My father!

R. WEALTHY.
Lucy!

LUCY.
O, fir, can you forgive your poor distrest
unhappy girl? You scarce can guess how
hardly. I've been us'd, since my banishment
from your paternal roof. Want, pining want,
anguish and shame, have been my constant
partners.

Sir WILLIAM.
Brother!

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Sir GEORGE
Sir!

} LUCY.
Father!

R. WE AL T H Y. Rise, child, 'tis I must ask of thee forgiveness. Can'st thou forget the woes I've made thee suffer ? Come to my arms once more, thou darling of my age.

What mischief had my rashness nearly completed. Nephew, I scarce, can thank you as I ought, but

Sir GEORGE. I am richly paid, in being the happy instrument — Yet, might I urge a wish

R. WEALTHY.
Name it.

Sir GEORGE. That you would forgive my follies of to-day; and, as I have been providentially the occasional guardian of your daughter's honour, that

you would bestow on me that right for life.

R. WEALTHY. That must depend on Lucy; her will, not mine, shall now direct her choice What says your father?

Sir WILLIAM. Me! Oh, I'll shew you in an instant. Give me your hands. There, children, now you are join'd, and the devil take him that wishes to part you.

Sir GEORG E.
I thank you for us both. .

R. WEALTHY.
Happiness attend

you.

Sir WILLIAM. Now, brother, I hope, you will allow me to be a good plotter. All this was brought to bear by my means.

SHIFT
With my assistance, I hope, you'll own, fir.

Sir WILLI A M. That's true, honest Shift, and thou shalt be richly rewarded; nay, George shall be your friend too.

This Shift is an ingenious fellow, let me tell fon

Sir GEORGE. I am no stranger to his abilities, fir. But, if you please, we will retire. The various struggles of this fair sufferer require the foothing softness of a sister's love. And now, fir, I hope your fears for me are over ; for had I not this motive to restrain my follies; yet I now know the town too well to be ever its bubble, and will take care to preserve, at least,

Some more estate, and principles, and wit,
Than brokers, bawds, and gamesters shall think fit.

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