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Button. For all the world like a magpie; he Ateals 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 Miss after his purpose was served
Sir Chr. How ! Button. But he was out in his man! let him give his cast cloaths to his coachman; Billy Button can afford a new suit of his own.
Rack. I don't doubt it at all.
Button. Fellow! I am almost resolved never to set another stitch for him as long as I live.
Sir Chr. Right, Button, right. But where is Miss Kitty?-Come hither, my chicken! Faith, I am heartily glad you are rid of this scoundrel and if such a crippled old fellow as I was worthy your notice-But, hold, Kate! there is another chap I must guard you against
Miss Lin. Another, Sir! who?
Sir Chr. Ay, you: Come, come, major, don't think you can impose upon a cunning old sportsman like me.
Rack. Upon my soul, Sir Christopher, you make me blush.
Sir Chr. Oh, you are devilish modest, I know! But to come to the trial at once. I have some reason to believe, major, you are fond of this girl; and, that her want of fortune mayn't plead your excuse, 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 Cbr. And expect another good spell, when Monsieur le Fevre fets me free from the gout.
Button. Please your worship, I'll accept her with half.
L Cath. Gi me leave, Sir Christopher, to throw in the wedow's mite on the happy occafion: The bride's garment, and her dinner, shall be furnished by me.
Sir Chr. Cock-a-leeky soup!
L. Cath. Sheep's head finged, and haggies in plenty.
Sir Ghr. Well said, Lady Catharine,
Miss Lin. How, Sir, shall I acknowledge this goodness?
Sir Chr. By saying nothing about it.-Well, Sir! we wait your answer.
Rack. I think the lady might first be consulted: I should be sorry a fresh prosecution should follow so fast on the heels of the
Sir Chr. Come, come, no trifling! your resolution at once.
Rack. I receive, then, your offer with pleasure. Sir Chr. Mifs !
Miss Lin. Sir, there is a little account to be first settled between this gentlemanandan old unhappy acquaintance of mine.
Sir Chr. Who?
Miss Lin. The major can guess--the unhappy Mifs Prim.
Sir Chr. You see, major, your old fins are rising in judgment.
Rack. I believe, madam, I can satisfy that.
Miss Lin. I sha'n't give you the trouble.But first, let me return you all my most grateful thanks for your kind intentions towards me: I know your generous motives, and feel their value, I hope, as I ought; but might I be permitted to chuse, I beg to remain in the station I am: My little talents have hitherto received the publick protection, nor, whilft I continue to deserve, am I the least afraid of losing, my patrons.
ONFIDING in the justice of the place,
To you The Maid of Bath fubmits her case:
The ondomeftick Amazonian dame,