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Sir Chr. I wish, like other plays, it don't end in a marriage.

Rack. Then shall I be most confoundedly bit. But come, Knight!

Sir Chr. Rot you! I do as fast as I can.-I can't think, Rackett, what the deuce makes thee so warm in this business; there is certainly something at the bottom that I don't comprehend. But do, Major, have pity on the poor girl : Upon my foul, she is a sweet little syren! Io innocent and

Rack. Pho, pho! don't be absurd ! I thought that matter had been fully explained. This, Knight, is no time to look back ; but suppose now I should have a little mischief in hand

Sir Chr. How! of what kind ?

Rack. “Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest Knight, till done, and then applaud the deed !"

Sir Chr. It is very extraordinary, Major Rackett, if you are determined to make the devil a visit, that you can't pay it alone ; or, if you must have company, what a pox makes

you think of fixing on me

Rack. Hey-day! ha, ha, ha! What, in the vapours again? we must have some more punch.

Sir Chr. You are mistaken ; that won't have power to change the state of my mind : My resolves are too firm

Rack. And who wishes to break them? I only ask your assistance to-night ; and your reformation, you recollect, don't begin till toinorrow.

Sir Chr. That's true, indeed : But no human power shall prevail on me to put it off any longer than to-morrow.

Rack.

Rack. Or the next day at furthest.
Sir Chr. May I be damn'd if I do!

Exeunt Rack, and Sir Chr. Poul. Come, lads, light your pipes! Which of us shall be first to attack ? 'Billy

Button. Won't it be rather too bold for me to

begin?'

Poul. Then let us leave it to chance.-Hush! I hear him lumbering in ! compose your looks; let his reception be folemn and grave.

Button. Leave that chair for him.

Enter Flint.

Flint. How fares it, my lads ?--Well, boys, matters are settled at last ; the little Kate has complied, and to-morrow is fixed for the day.

Poul. You have settled it then ?
Flint. As firm as a rock.
Poul. So you can't retreat, if you would?
Flint. Retreat! I have no such design.
Poul. You ha'n't?

Flint, No, to be sure, you great fool! What the deuce would Poultice be at ?

Paul. Nay then, neighbours, what we have been saying will just fignify nothing. ,

Flint. Saying! why, you have not heard that is, nobody---Poul

. No, nothing - very material-only--but as the matter is carried so far

Flint. So far! why, I hope you have not found out any flaw ! Kitty, has not- !

Poul. No, no; nothing of that; no, upon my word! Í believe, a very modest, prudent, good girl, neighbours.

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. Why, 'Squire, as we are all your fixed friends, we have been canvafling this matter amongst us.

Flint. You have ?

Poul. Marriage, you know very well, is no trifling affair ; too much caution and care can't be used.

Flint. That I firmly believe, which has made me defer it so long.

Poul. Pray lend me your hand; how is the state of your health ? do you find yourself hearty and strong ?

Flint. I think so; that is, 1-you ha'n't observed any bad symptoms of late ?

Poul. No; but you used to have pains flying

about you.

Flint. Formerly ; but fince I have fixed my gout to a fit, they are gone': 'that, indeed, lays me up for four or five months in a year.

Poul. A pretty long spell : And, in such a case, now, do you think that marriage

Flint. The most best receipt in the world : Why, that, man, was one of

my motives : Wives, you know, are allowed to make very good nurses.

Poul. That, indeed

Flint. Ay; and then they are always at hand; and, besides, they don't coft one a farthing.

Poul. True, true. Why, you look very jolly, and fresh ; does not he?

All. Exceedingly.

Poul. Yet he can't be less than-let me see! Wasn't you under old Syntax at Wells ? Flirt. He died the year I left school.

Poule

Poul. That must be a good forty years since.
Flint. Come sheep-Thearing next.
Poul. Then, 'Squire, you are hard upon fixty.
Flint. Not far away, Master Poultice.

Poul. And Miss Linnet-sixteen : You are a bold man ! Not but there are instances, where men have survived many years such disproportionate marriages as these.

Flint. Survived ! and why should they not?

Poul. But then their stamina must be prodigiously strong:

Flint. Stamina !

Poul. Let us fee, Button! there was Dr. Dotage, that married the Devonshire girl ; he had a matter of

Button. No, no; he dropped off in fix months.

Poul. True, true ; I had forgot.
Flint. Lord have mercy !

Button. Indeed, an old master of mine, Sir Harry O'Tuff, is alive, and walks about to this day:

Flint. Hey!

Poul. But you forget where Sir Harry was born, and how soon his lady eloped.

Button. In the honey-moon; with Captain Pike, of the guards : I mind iç full well.

Poul. That, indeed, alters the case.

Flint. Well, but, Billy, you are not serious in this ? you don't think there is any danger of death?

Button. As to the matter of death, the Doc. tor knows better than I, because why, that lies in his way: But I shall never forget Colonel Crazy, one of the best customers that ever 'I had; I never think of him without dropping a tear.

had;

Flint. Why? what was the matter with him?

Button. Married Lady Barbary Bonnie, as it might be about midnight on Monday

Flint. Well !

Button. But never more saw the sweet face of the fun.

Flint. What! did he die ?

Button. Within an hour after throwing the stocking

Flint. Good Lord ! that was dreadful indeed! Of what age might he be ?

Button. About your time of life.

Flint. That is vastly alarming. Lord bless me, Bill, I am all of a tremble !

Button. Ay, truly, it behoves your honour to consider what you are about.

Flint. True.

Button. Then, what a world of money must go! running forwards and backwards to town, and jaunting to see all the fine lights in the place

Flint. I sha'n't take her to many of them : perhaps I may shew her the Parliament-house, the plays, and Boodles, and Bedlam, and my Lord-Mayor, and the lions.

Button. And then the vast heap of fine cloaths you must make

Flint. What occasion for that ?

Button. As you ar'n't known, there is no doing without; because why, every body passes there for what they appears.

Flint. Right, Billy; but I believe I have found out a way to do that pretty cheap. Button. Which way may be that?

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