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aunt cannot prevent me from, and it will make us happy for a while at leaft; and I prefer a year, a month, a day, with the man I love, to a whole ftupid age without him.
Val. O, my dear love! and I prefer an hour with thee to all that heaven can give me. Oh! I am fo blest, that fortune cannot make me miferable.
AIR XI. The lafs of Patie's mill..
Together to the grove:
I'd not known how well I lov'd.
Enter Oldcastle and Mrs Highman.
Old. Here, Madam; now you may truft your own eyes,, you won't believe mine.
Mrs High. What do I fee! my niece in the very arms of her betrayer, and his father an abettor of the inju ftice!————Sir, give me leave to tell you, your madness is a poor excufe for this behaviour.
Good. Madam, I ask your pardon for what I faid to you to-day. I was impos'd on by a vile wretch, who, I dare fwear, misrepresented each of us to the other. I affure you I am not mad, nor do I believe you so.
Mrs High. Thou vile wretch, thou difhonour of thy family! How doft thou dare to appear before my face? Char. Madam, I have done nothing to be asham'd of; and I dare appear before any one's face.
Good. Is this young lady a relation of yours? Mrs High. She was, before your fon had accomplish'd his bafe defigns upon her.
Char. Madam, you injure him; his defigns on me have been ftill honourable; nor hath he faid any thing which the most virtuous ears might not have heard.
Val. To-morrow fhall filence your fufpicions on that -head.
Mrs High. What, Mr Goodall, do you forgive your fon's extravagance?
Good. Is this lady your heirefs?
Mrs High. I once intended her fo.
Good. Why then, Madam, I like her generous paffion for my fon fo much, that if you will give her a fortune equal to what I fhall fettle on him, I shall not prevent their happiness.
Mrs High. Won't you? and I fee fhe is fo entirely his in her rt, that fince he hath not dared to think difhonourably of her, I fhall do all in my power to make it a bargain.
Val. Eternal bleffings on you both! Now, my Charlotte, I am blefs'd indeed.
Old. And pray, Madam, what's to become of me? Mrs High. That, Sir, I cannot poffibly tell: you know I was your friend; but my niece thought fit to difpofe of herself another way.
Old. Your niece has behaved like a
-Bodikins! I am
in a paffion; and for her fake, I'll never make love to any woman again, I'm resolv'd. [Exit in a pet.
Mrs High. No imprudent refolution.
Good. I hope, Valentine, you will make the only return in your power to my paternal tenderness in forgiving you; and let the mifery you fo narrowly efcaped from your former extravagances be a warning to you for the future.
Val. Sir, was my gratitude to your great goodness infufficient to reclaim me, I am in no danger of engaging in any vice whereby this lady might be a fufferer. Single, I'd fuffer fate's fevereft dart
Unmov'd; but who can bear the double fmart,
Spoken by Mrs CLIVE.
APOET bould, unless bis fate be gueft,
Write for each play two Epilogues at least;
But Italy will fend her fingers here;
We cannot buy them at a price too dear.
Orpheus drew flones with his enchanting fong;
Spoken by Mr KING.
HITHER, in days of yore, from Spain or France,
This fiend to quell, his fword Cervantes drew,
Lefs folemn is her air, her drift the fame,
'Tis not alone the small-talk and the smart,
"Thus of our Polly having lightly spoke, « Now for our author! but without a joke, "Though wits and journals, who ne'er fibb'd before, "Have laid this bantling at a certain door, "Where, lying fore of faults, they'd fain heap more; "I now declare it as a ferious truth, "'Tis the first folly of a fimple youth, "Caught and deluded by our harlot plays"Then crufb not in the foell this infant Bayes; "Exert your favour to a young beginner, "Nor ufe the ftripling like a batter'd finner.”
SCENE, An Apartment in HONEYCOMBE's House.
ELL faid, Sir George!-O the dear man!But fo- "With these words the enraptur'd "baronet (reading) concluded his declaration of love." -So! But what heart can imagine, (reading), "what tongue defcribe, or what pen delineate, the " amiable confusion of Emilia ?"-Well, now for it. "Reader, if thou art a courtly reader, thou haft "feen, at polite tables, iced cream crimsoned with raf"berries; or, if thou art an uncourtly reader, thou haft "feen the rofy-finger'd morning dawning in the golden "eaft."-Dawning in the golden eaft!Very pretty.
These lines were added by Mr Garrick, on its being reported that he was author of this piece; and, however humorous and poetical, contain as strict matter of fact as the dullest profe.