Button. For all the world like a magpie; he fteals for the mere pleasure of hiding. Rack. Well observed, little Bill. Button. Why, he wanted to bring me into his plot: yes; he made proposals for me to marry Mifs after his purpose was served Sir Chr. How! Button. But he was out in his man! let him give his caft cloaths to his coachman; Billy Button can afford a new fuit of his own. Rack. I don't doubt it at all. Button. Fellow! I am almoft refolved never to fet another stitch for him as long as I live. -- Sir Chr. Right, Button, right. But where is Mifs Kitty? Come hither, my chicken! Faith, I am heartily glad you are rid of this fcoundrel? and if fuch a crippled old fellow as I was worthy your notice-But, hold, Kate! there is another chap I muft guard you against Mifs Lin. Another, Sir! who? Sir Chr. Ay, you: Come, come, major, don't think you can impofe upon a cunning old sportsman like me. Rack. Upon my foul, Sir Chriftopher, you make me blush. Sir Chr. Oh, you are devilish modeft, I know! But to come to the trial at once. I have fome reason to believe, major, you are fond of this girl; and, that her want of fortune mayn't plead your excufe, I don't think I can better begin my plan of reforming than by a compliment paid to her virtue: Then, take her, and with her two thousand guineas in hand. Mrs Lin. How, Sir! Sir Chr. Sir Chr. And expect another good fpell, when Monfieur le Fevre fets me free from the gout. Button. Please your worship, I'll accept her with half. L Cath. Gi me leave, Sir Chriftopher, to throw in the wedow's mite on the happy occafion: The bride's garment, and her dinner, fhall be furnished by me. Sir Chr. Cock-a-leeky foup! L. Cath. Sheep's head finged, and haggies in plenty. Sir Chr. Well faid, Lady Catharine, Mifs Lin. How, Sir, fhall I acknowledge this goodness? Sir Chr. By faying nothing about it.—Well, Sir! we wait your answer. Rack. I think the lady might firft be confulted: I fhould be forry a fresh profecution fhould follow fo faft on the heels of the Sir Chr. Come, come, no trifling! your refolution at once. Rack. I receive, then, your offer with pleasure. Mifs Lin. Sir, there is a little account to be first fettled between this gentleman and an old unhappy acquaintance of mine. Sir Chr. Who? Mifs Lin. The major can guess-the unhappy Mifs Prim. Sir Chr. You fee, major, your old fins are rifing in judgment. Rack. I believe, madam, I can fatisfy that. Mifs Lin. I fha'n't give you the troubleBut firft, let me return you all my most grateful thanks for your kind intentions towards me: I know know your generous motives, and feel their value, I hope, as I ought; but might I be permitted to chufe, I beg to remain in the station I am: My little talents have hitherto received the publick protection, nor, whilft I continue to deferve, am I the leaft afraid of lofing, my patrons. Exeunt. EPILOGUR CONFIDING in the juftice of the place, For in these rank luxuriant times, there needs Some ftrong bold hand to pluck the noxious weeds. The rake of fixty, crippled hand and knee, Who fins on claret, and repents on tea; The witlefs macaroni, who purloins A few cant words, which fome pert gambler coins; |