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HE Publisher of this COLLECTION, from the great

encouragement given to the two first volumes, has been enabled thus early to produce a third, containing the same number of pieces, and, he hopes, of equal merit with the former.

There is likewise a fourth volume in the press, which will be finished in a few months : after the publication of which, it is intended to stop for some time, in expectation of having liberty to insert many new Farces, the run of which, in a separate form, will soon be over.

The Publisher must again intimate, that, in the prosecution of this Work, it is his wish not to interfere with any pieces, from the fale of which, in a detached manner; their authors may expect any further profit: emoluments of this kind are generally at an end the first season after publication; and as no piece in this Collection is fold separately, the loss to individuals will be the less.

As the Editor is unacquainted with the residence of many Gentlemen who might have no objections to the infertion of their small pieces; if such will be kind enough to take the trouble of informing Mr Elliot by letter, they will confer on him a particular obligation.

It is to be hoped from such liberal contributions, this COLLECTION of Farces and ENTERTAINMENTs may be extended to two or three volumes more in the course of

a few years.

EDINBURGH, March 1783..

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Drury-Lane. Covent-Garden. Edinburgh, 1782. Old Philpot,

Mr Baddeley. Mr Shụter. Mr Hollingsworth Young Philpot, Mr King. Mr Woodward. Mr Ward. Sir Jaf.Wilding,Mr Burton. Mr Dunstal. Mr Charteris. Young Wilding, Mr Lee.

Mr Dyer.

Mr Knight. Beaufort,

Mr Packer. Mr Baker. Mr Simpson. Dapper, Mr Vaughan. Mr Coftollo. Mr T. Banks. Quilldrive,

Mr Ackman. Mr Perry. Mr Tannet.

Servants, &c.

W O M E N.
Miss Elliot. Mrs Mattocks. Mrs Knivcton,
MrsHippelley. Miss Cockayne. Mrs Tannet,

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YOUNG WILDING, BEAUFORT, and Will following:

WILDING, , hamy

dear Beaufort ! A fiery young fellow like you, melted down into a fighing, love-lick dangler after a high hecl, a well-turn’d ankle, and a short petticoat!

Beau. Pry'thee, Wilding, don't laugh at me-Maria's charms

Wild. Maria's charms! And so now you would fain grow wanton in her praise, and have me listen to your Vol. III,



raptures about my own filter! Ha, ha, poor Beaufort !

- Is my sister at home, Will?
Will. She is, Sir.
Wild. How long has my father been gone out?
Will. This hour, Sir.

Wild. Very well. Pray, give Mr Beaufort's compliments to my fifter, and he is come to wait upon her. (Exit Will.) You will be glad to see her, I suppose, Charles.

Beau. I live but in her presence.

Wild. Live but in her presence! How the devil could the young baggage raise this riot in your heart? 'Tis more than her brother could ever do with any of her


Beau. Nay, you have no reason to complain; you are come up to town, post-hafte, to marry a wealthy citizen's daughter, who only saw you lait seafon at Tunbridge, and has been languishing for you ever since.

Wild. 'Tis more than I do for her; and, to tell you the truth, more than I believe she does for me - This is a match of prudence, man! bargain and sale! My reverend dad and the old put of a citizen finished the busi. ness at Lloyd's coffee-house by inch of candle--a mere transferring of property!-"Give your son to my daugh

ter, and I will give my daughter to your son.” That's the whole affair; and so I am just arrived to consummate the nuptials.

Beau. Thou art the happiest fellow

Wild. Happy! so I am-what should I be otherwife for? If Miss Sally-upon my soul, I forget her


Beau. Well! that is so like you Miss Sally Philpot. Wild. Ay! very true

_Miss Sally Philpot ---The will bring fortune sufficient to pay off an old incumbrance upon the family-estate, and my father is to settle hand. somely upon me

and so I have reason to be contented, have not I?

Beau. And you are willing to marry her without having one spark of love for her?

Wild. Love! —Why, I make myself ridiculous enough by marrying, don't I, without being in love into the


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