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Heart. (Hesitating.] Nor-I— sixty-five, nay, just entering into his sixty-sixth

Young Cla. But I do; and so you will all pre-yearsently. Well, my dear uncle, what! are you Young Cla. O Misericorde! What, is my unastonished, petrified, annihilated ?

cle my rival! Nay, then, I shall burst, by JuSir Cha. With your iinpudence, Jack !-But piter! Ha, ha, ha! I'll see it out.

Miss Har. Don't imagine, sir, that, to me

your age is any fault. Enter Miss HARRIET.

Sir Cha. [Bowing.) You are very obliging,

madam. Miss Har. Bless me, Mr. Heartly! what is Miss Har. Neither is it, sir, a merit of that all this music for in the next room !

extraordinary nature, that I should sacrifice lo Young Cla. I brought the gentlemen of the it an inclination which I have conceived for string, madeinoiselle, to convince you, that I another. feel, as I ought, the honour you have done ine Sir Cha. How is this?

[Showing the letter.) But, for Heaven's Young Clu. Another! not you—mind that, sake, be sincere a little with these good folks: uncle. They tell me here, that I am nobody, and there Lucy. What is the meaning of all this? is another happier than myself; and, for the soul Young Cla. Proof positive, uncle-and very of me, I don't know how to believe thein, ba, positive. ha, ha!

Sir Cha. I have been led into a mistake, maSir Cha. Let us hear miss speak.

dam, which I hope you will excuse; and I have Miss Har. It is a most terrible task: but I made myself very ridiculous, which I hope I shall am compelled to it; and to hesitate any longer forget : And so, madam, I am your hunble serwould be injurious to my guardian, his friend, vant.-- This young lady has something very exthis

young gentleman, and my own character. traordinary about her! Young Cla. Most judicious, upon my soul. Heart. What I now see, and the remembrance Sir Cha. Hold your tongue, Jack.

of what is past, force me to break silence. Young Cla. I am dumb.

Young Cla. Ay, now for it. Hear him, hear Miss Har. You have all been in an error. My him! bashfulness may bave deceived you—My heart Heart. O my Harriet! I, too, must be disnever did.

graced in my turn. Can you think, that I have Young Cla. C'est vrai.

seen and conversed with you unmoved? InMiss Har. Therefore, before I declare my deed I have not. The more I was sensible of sentiments, it is proper that I disavow any your merit, the stronger were my motives to engagement: But at the same time must con- stifle the ambition of my heart. But now I can fess

no longer resist the violence of my passion, which Young Cla. Ho-ho!

casts me at your feet, the most unworthy, inMiss Har. With fear and shame confess- deed, of all your admirers, but of all the most Young Cla. Courage, mademoiselle !

affectionate. Miss Har. That another, not you, sir, has Young Cla. So, so! the moon has changed, gained a power over my heart.

and the grown gentlemen begin to be frisky! [To Young CLACKIT. Lucy. What, my master in love, too! I'll Sir Cha. Another, not you; mind that, Jack. never trust these tye-wigs again, Ha, ha!

Alis Har. I have refused my hand to Sir Miss Har. It is a power, indeed, wbich he Charles and this young gentleman: The one acdespises. I cannot be deceived in his conduct. cuses me of caprice, the other of singularity, -Modesty may tie the tongue of our sex, but Should I refuse my hand a third time [Smiling:] silence in him could proceed only from con- I might draw upon myself a more severe retempt.

proach; and therefore I accept your favour, sir, Sir Cha. How prettily she reproaches me !- and will endeavour to deserve it. But I'll soon make it up with her.

Heurt. And thus I seal my acknowledgments, Miss Har. As to that letter, sir, your error and from henceforth devote my every thought, there is excusable; and I own myself in that and all my services, to the author of 'my happ:particular a little blameable. But it was not my ness.

(Kisses her hand. fault that it was sent to you; and the contents Sir Cha. Well, my dear discreet nephew, are inust have told you, that it could not possibly be you satisfied with the fool's part you have given meant for you.

(7, Young Clackit. ine, and played yourself, in the farce? Sir Chu. Proof positive, Jack : Say no more. Young Cla. What would you have me say, Now is my time to begin. Hem! hein !Sweet sir? I am too much a philosopher to fret myself, young lady !-hem! whose charms are so mighty, because the wind, which was east this morning, so far transcending every thing that we read of is now west. The poor girl, in pique, has killed in history or table, how could you possibly think herself, to be revenged on me; but, hark ye, sir, that my silence proceeded from contempt? Was I believe Heartly will be cursed mad to have me it natural or prudent, think you, for a man of live in his neighbourhood.-A word to the 1



Sir Cha. Thou hast a most incorrigible vanity, what a sense I have of my happiness, and how
Jack, and nothing can cure thee. Mr. Heart!y, much I shall endeavour to deserve it.
I have sense enough, and friendship enough, not
to be uneasy at your happiness.

For every charm that ever yet blessed youth, Heart. I hope, Sir Charles, that we shall still Accept compliance, tenderness, and truth; continue to live as neighbours and friends. For My friendly care shall cha to grateful love, you, my Harriet, words cannot express my won- And the fond husband still the GUARDIAN der or myjoy; my future conduct must tell you


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SCENE I.--A street.

Slip. The same, i'faith!

Mar. 'Tis he, as I live!

Slip. My friend, happily met!

Mar. My dear, I embrace you ? -Not seeMar. I am sick as a dog of being a valet ! ing you among the beau-monde, I was afraid running after other people's business, and neg, there had been some fresh misunderstanding lecting my own—- this low life is the devil! between you and the law, - I've had a taste for the gentleman, and Slip. Faith! my dear, I have had a narrow shall never lose it, 'Tis thy own fault, my escape, since I saw you, I had like to have been little Martin ! Thou would'st always play small 'preferred in some of our settlements abroad, games; when, bad you but had the face to put but I found there was no doing the business yourself forward a little, some well jointured by deputy, sowidow had taken you into her post-chariot, and Mar. Did not accept of the place, ba! made your fortune at once. A fellow of my wit why what little mischief had’st thou been at? and spirit should have broke twice, and set up Slip. Why, I don't know-meeting one night again by this time.

with a certain Portuguese Jew-merchant, in one

of the back streets here by the exchange (I Enter SLIP.

was a little in liquor I believe-piping hot from Slip. Hey! is not that, that rascal, Martin, a turtle-feast) it came into my giddy head to stop yonder?

bim, out of mere curiosity, to ask what news Mar. Can that be my modest friend, Slip? from Germany-nothing more, and the fellow,

[Aside. not understanding good English, would needs bave it, that I asked himn for something else Mar. Ay, he's dying for the-twenty thouHe bawi'd out, up came the watch, down was I sand—that's all- -but since your masterlaid in the kennel, and then carried before a ma

[Going. gistrate-He clapped me on a stone doublet, Slip. Ol! there you're safe enough; my masthat I could not get off my back for two months. ter will never marry Miss Stockwell : there hapMar. Two months, say you?

pens to be a small rub in the way. Slip. And there I might have rotted, if I had Mar. What rub? not had great friends; a certain lady of quality's Slip. Only married already. woman's cousin, that was kept by Mr. Quirk, of Mur. How? Thavies-Inn, you must know, was in love with Slip. Why, his father would marry him here me, and she

in town, it seems, and he-chose to be married Mar. Brought you in not guilty, I warrant. in the country—that's all. The truth is, our Oh! great friends is a great matter.

young gentleman managed matters with the Slip. This affair really gave me some serious young lady so ill, or so well, that, upon his fareflexions.

ther's return, there was hot consulting among Mar. No doubt, it spoiled you for a news the relations; and the lady being of a good monger: no more intelligence froin foreign family, and having a smart fighting fellow of a countries, hey!

brother in the army-why, my master, who hates Slip. Well but, Martin! what's thy history quarrelling, spoke to the old gentleman, an, the since I saw thee!

affair's hushed up by a marriage, that's all. Mar. Um! a novel only, sir: why, I am a- Mar. Um! an entire new face of affairs ! shamed to say it: I am but an honorary rascal, Slip. My master's wedding-cloaths, and mine, as well as yourself. I did try my luck, indeed, are all ordered for the country, and I am to fola at Epsom, and Newmarket; but the knowing low them, as soon as I have seen the family ones were taken in, and I was obliged to return here, and redeemed my old master's promise, to service again.-But a master without money, that lies in pawn. implies a servant without wages; I am not in Mar. Old master's promise !-let me thinklove with my condition, I promise you.

Slip. 'Twas what brought me to town, or I had Slip. I am with mine, I assure you: I am re- not shook my honest friend by the fist. Martin, tired from the great world-that's my taste now good morrow!-wbat in the dumps !--we shalí --and live in the country, with one Mr. Har- meet again, man. lowe-piping hot from his travels.

Tis a

Mar. Let me alone, I have a thought-hark charming young fellow ! Drinking, hunting, and you, my dear? is thy master known to old Wenching, my boy!-a man of universal know- Stockwell? ledge. Then I am his privy counsellor, and we Slip. Never saw him in his life. always play the devil together. That amuses Mar. That's brave, my boy!—[Hits him a oue, you know, and keeps one out of mischief. slap on the back.)-Art thou still a cock of the

Mar. Yes, pretty lambs! But what makes game, Slip? and shall we?-No; I doubt-I you in London now? whither are you bound? doubt that damned Jew-merchant sticks in thy Slip. To yonder great house.

stomach, and you are turned dunghill, you dog! Mar. What, Mr. Stockwell's ?

Slip. Try me. A good sailor won't die a dry Slip. The same. You must know his daugh- death at land for one hurricane. Speak out! ter is engaged to my master.

you would pass your master upon the family for Mar. Miss Stockwell to your master? mine, and marry him to the lady? is not that

Slip. Tis not above six weeks ago, that my the trick? master's father, sir Harry Harlowe, was nere Mar. That! I have a trick worth two on't; I upon a visit to his old friend, and then the mat- know Miss Nancy is a girl of taste, and I have ter was settled between them-quite à la mode, a prettier fellow in my eye for her.

Slip. Ay, who's he? Mar. How do you mean?

Mar. Myself, you puppy! Slip. The old folk struck the bargain, without Slip. That's brave, my boy! the consent of the young ones, or even their see

(Slaps him on the back. ing one another.

Mar. I'm in love with her toMar. Tip top, I assure you; and everything's Slip. To the value of twenty thousand agreed?

pounds? I approve your flame. Slip. Signed and sealed by the two fathers; Mar. I will take the name and shape of your the lady and her fortune both ready to be de- master. livered. Twenty thousand, you rogue !-ready Slip. Very well! rbino down! and only wait for young master to Mar. Marry Miss Stockwell. write a receipt.

Slip. Agreed. Mar. Whew! Then my young master may

Mar, Touch the twenty thousand. e'en make a leg to his fortune, and set up his Slip. Um !-Well, well! staff somewhere else.

Mar. And disappear before matters come to Slip. Thy inaster.

an eclaircissement,

I assure you.


Slip, Uin! That article wants a little expla- | into iny heart, and if I consent to marry this nation, my houest friend.

man, 'twill be the death of me. Advise ine Mar. How so?

then, and don't be so teazing. Slip. You talk of disappearing with the lady's Jen. Lud! What advice can I give you? I fortune, and never mention Slip in the treaty. have but two in the world; one is, to forget

Mar. Oh! we shall disappear together, to be your lover, and t'other, to disobey your father. sure. I bave more honour than to go without You have too much love to take the one, and I you.

too much conscience to give t'other; so we are Slip. Well, on that condition, I am content to just where we were, madam. play your back hand. But bold, hold! how will Nan. Don't torment me, Jenny. you pass yourself for my master, in a family Jen. Why, I fancy we might find a way to rewhere you are so much known?

concile your love and my conscience. Mar. Hold your fool's tongue--this is my first Nan. How, how, my dear girl! visit to them. I returned but yesterday to my Jen. Supose we were lo open the affair to

You must know, I asked his leave to your inamma? be absent a week, and I made free with a Nan. Nay, now your jesting is cruel. month : 'twas a party of pleasure, so I made Jen. I never was more in earnest, madam. bold. During my absence, he saw this lady, She loves flattery dearly; and she loves ber liked her person, adored her fortune, and now, daughter dearly. I'll warrant, with a sigh, and by my help, hopes to be in possession of both in a tear, and a handkerchief, she makes her husa few days.

band break his word with young

Harlowe in a Slip. And you'll do the lady the honour to quarter of an hour after his arrival. help her to a better match?

Nan. Not unlikely ; but ifMar. She'll think so, I believe.

Jen. What, at your ifs, no doubts, I beg, Slip. Well said, conceit !- But what sort of where I am concerned. people are your father and mother-in-law? Nan. But


know my poor mother is so unMar. I am told he is a mere citizen, who, settled a creature. thinking himself very wise, is often outwitted ; Jen. Why, that's true enough; the last and his lady has as much vanity in her way; will speaker is her oracle, so let us lose no time to never be old, though turned of sixty; and as ir- bring her over to--Hark! Here she comes-do resolute and capricious as a girl of fifteen. And you retire, till I have prepared ler for you. Miss, I suppose, is like all other misses, wants to

[Exit Nancy. be her own mistress, and her husband's; and, in

Enter Mrs. STOCKWELL. the mean time, is governed by her chambermaid, who will be too hard for us both, if we don't Well, of all the women in London, sure there look about us.

never was such a temper as my lady's. Slip. But harkye! what shall we do with the Mrs. Stock. What can bave set this girl old gentleman's letter that I'm to deliver? This against me?

Aside. will knock us all up!

Jen. Such good humour, and good sense to. Mar. Write another.

gether, seldom meet-then such a perpetual Slip. That's easier said than done—but I'll smile upon her features ! Well, ber's is a sort do my best, as you can't write.

of a face that can never grow old; what would Mar. Do you see after my wedding-cloaths, I give for such a lasting face as she has ! that they do not set out for the country. We Mrs. Stock Hussy, hussy! you're a flatterer! have no time to lose.

(Taps her on the shoulder. Slip. My master's will fit you to a hair.

Jen. Ah!-Madam, is it you? I vow you Mar. But stay, stay! I must see my master made me start. Miss Nancy and I had just first. It he should appear and surprise us, we're been talking of you, and we agreed you were in a tine pickle. I must make him keep house one of the best of women, the most reasonable for a few days—I'll think of a lie as I yo--Egad friend, the tenderest mother, and the-theI have it already, I'll to bim, and ineet


you terwards at the tavern! there take a glass, cast Mrs. Stock. Nay, that's too much. I have my this coarse skin, whip on the gentleman, and failings, and my virtues too, Jenny-in one shame the first men of fashion in the kingdom. thing, indeed, I am very unlike other women; I

[Erit. always hearken to reason. Slip. If impudence will do our business, 'tis Jen. That's what I said, madam. done,

Mrs. Stock. I am neither headstrong nor fanAnd the twenty thousand are our own, tastical ; neither

Jen. No, sweet lady, the smallest twine may

lead you. Miss, says I, hear reason, like your SCENE II.-An Apartment in Mr. Srocko mamma; will so good a mother, do you think, WELL's house.

force her daughter to marry against her incli

nation? Enter Miss NANCY and JENNY.

Mrs. Stock. I force my child's inclinations! Nan. You know, Jenoy, that Belford has got | No, I make the case my own. But tell me,


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