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Jus. W. Ay, where are you running so fast? Ros. Won't you, sir?
Ros. I was only going into the house, sir. Jus. W. Not I.

Jus. W. Well, but come here ; come here, Ros. But won't you indeed, sir ? 1 say: [Looking about] How do you do, Jus. W. Why I tell you 'I won't. Rosetta?

Ros. Ha, ha, ha! Ros. Thank you, sir, pretty well.

Juş. W. Hussy, hussy!" Jus. W. Why you look as fresh and bloomy Ros. Ha, ha, ha!-Your servant, sir, your to-day-Adad, you little slut, I believe you are servant.

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Jus. W. Why, you impudent, audacious-Ros. O sir! you are pleased to compliment. Jus. W. Adad, I believe you are – let me try

Enter HAWTHORN, Ros. Lord, sir!

Haw. So, so, justice at odds with gravity! Jus. W. What brings you into this garden bis worship playing at romps!—Your servant, so often, Rosetta? I bope you don't get eating sir. green fruit and trash; or bave you å hanker- Jus. W. Ha! friend Hawthorn! ing after some lover in dowlass, who spoils Haw. I hope I don't spoil sport, neighbour: my trees by engraving truelorers'-knots on them, I thought I had the glimpse of a petticoat as with your horn - and buck-handled knives? 1 I came in here. see your name written upon the ceiling of the Jus. W. Ob! the maid. Ay, she has been servants'-ball, with the smoke of a candle; gathering a sallad-But come hither, master and I suspect

Hawthorn, and I'll show you some alterations Ros. Not me, I hope, sir-No, sir, I am of I intend to make in my garden. another guess mind, I assure you; for I have Haw. No, no, I am no judge of it; besides, heard say, men are false and sickle

I want to talk to you a little more about this Jus. W. Ay, that's your flaunting, idle, - Tell me, sir Justice, were you helping your young fellows; so they are: and they are so maid to gather a sallad here, or consulting damnd impudent, I wonder a woman will her tasle in your improvements, eh? Ha, ha, have any thing to say to them; besides, all ba! Let me see, all among the roses; 'egad, Í that they want is something to brag of, and like your notion: but you look a little blank tell again.

upon it: you are ashamed of the business then, Ros. Why I own, sir, if ever I was to make are you? a slip, it should be with an elderly gentleman -about seventy, or seventy-five years of age.

Jus. W. No, child, that's out of reason; Oons! neighbour, ne'er blush for a trifle though I have known many a man turned of

like this; threescore with a hale constitution.

What barm with a fair one to toy and to Ros. Then, sir, he should be troubled with

kiss? ,

The greatest and gravest-a truce with griwinter cough—and I should not like him the worse-ishe had a small touch of the rheumatism. Would do the same thing, were they in the Jus. W. Pho, pbo, Rosetta, this is jesting.

same place. Ros. No, sir; every body has a taste, and

No age, no profession, no station is free; I have mine. Jus. w, Well but, Rosetta, have you thought That power, resistless, no strength can oppose,

To sovereign beauty mankind bends the knee: of what I was saying to you?

We all love a pretty girl-under the rose. Ros. What was it, sir?

Jus. W. Ab, you know, you know well Jus. W. I profess, master Hawthorn, this is enough, hussy.

all Indian, all Cherokee language to me; I Ros.'Dear sir, consider what has a poor don't understand a word of it. servant to depend on but her character? And Haw. No, may be not: well, sir, will you I have heard you gentlemen will talk one thing read this letter, and try whether you can unbefore, and another after.

derstand that? 'it is just brought by a serrant, Jus. W. I tell you again, these are the idle, who stays for an answer. flashy, young dogs: but when you have to do Jus. W. A letter, and to me? [Taking the with a staid, sober man

Letter] Yes, it is to me; and yet I am Ros. And a magistrate, sir ?

it comes from no correspondent that I know Jus. W. Right; 'it's quite a different thing of. Where are my spectacles? not but I can -Well, shall we, Rosetta, shall we? see very well without them, master Hawthorn;

Ros. Really, sir, I don't know what to say but this seems to be a sort of a crabbed hand! to it.

[Reads.

Sir,-I am ashamed of giving you this Young I am, and sore afraid :

trouble; but I am informed there is an Would hurt a harmless maid ? unthinking boy, a son of mine, now dis

you Lead an innocent astray?

guised and in your service, in the capacity Tempt me not, kind sir, I pray.

of a gardener:-Tom is a little wild, but

an honest lad, and no fool either, though Men too often we believe;

I am his father that say i.. Tom-oh, this Aud, should you my faith deceive, is Thomas, our gardener; I always thought Ruin first, and then forsake,

that he was a better man's child than he apSure my tender heart would break.

peared to be, though I never mentioned it. Jus. W. Why, you silly girl, I won't do Haw. Well, well, sir, pray let's bear the

mace

sure

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rest of the letter.

you any harm.

ter.

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Jus. W'. Stay, where is the place? Oh, here: the manners to knook at the door first- What --I am come in quest of my runaway, and does the wench stand for? write this at an inn in your village, while Madge. I want to know is his worship's at I am swallowing a morsel of dinner : be- home? cause, not having the pleasure of your Hodge. Well, what's your business with acquaintance, I did not care to intrude, his worship? without giving you notice. Whoever this Madge. Perhaps you will hear that-Lookye, person is, he understands good manners. 1 Hodge, it does not signify talking, I am come, beg leave to wait on you, sir; but desire once for all, to know wbat you intends to do; you would keep my arrival a secret, par- for I won't be made a fool of any longer. ticularly from the young man.

Hodge. You won't? William MEADOWS. Madge. No, that's what I won't, by the best I'll assure you, a very well worded, civil let- man that ever wore a head; I am the makeDo you

know any thing of the person game of the whole village upon your account; who writes it, neigbbour?

and I'll try whether your inaster gives you Haw. Let me consider-Meadows-by dad, toleration in your doings. I belive it is sir William Meadows of North- Hodge. You will? amptonshire; and, now I remember, I heard

Madge. Yes, that's what I will, bis worship some time ago that the heir of that family shall be acquainted with all your pranks, and had absconded, on account of a marriage that see how you will like to be sent for a soldier. was disagreeable to him. It is a good many Hodge. There's the door; take a friend's years since I have seen sir William, but we advice, and

go
about
your

business. were once well acquainted: and, if you please, Madge. My business is with his worship; sir, I will go and conduct him to ibe house. and I won't go till I sees him.

Jus. W. Do so, master Hawthorn, do so- Hodgc. Look you, Madge, if you make any But what sort of a man is this sir William of your orations here, never stir if I don't set Meadows? Is he a wise man?

the dogs at you---Will you be gone? Haw. There is no occasion for a man that Madge. I won't. has five thousand pounds a year, to be a con- Hodge. Here, Towzer, [Whistling] whu, jurer; but I suppose you ask that question whu, whu. because of this story about his son ; taking it for granted, that wise parents make wise children.

jus. W. No doubt of it, masler Hawthorn, Was ever poor fellow so plagu'd with a no doubt of il-I warrant we shall find now,

vixen? that this young rascal bas fallen in love with Zawns! Madge, don't provoke me, but some mynx, against his father's consent- Why, sir, if I had as many children as king. Priam You've chose a wrong, parson for playing had, that we read of at school, in the destruc

your tricks on, tion of Troy, not one of them should serve So pack up your alls and be trudging

away ; Haw. Well, well, neighbour, perhaps not;

You'd belter be quiel, but we should remember when we were young

And not breed a riot; ourselves; and I was as likely to play an old Sblood, must I stand praling with you here don such a trick in my day, as e'er a spark in

all day? the bundred; nay, between you and me, I had I've got other matters to mind; done it once, had the wench been as willing Mayhap you may think me an ass;

But to the contrary you'll find;
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A fine piece of work by the mass! My Dolly was the fairest thing!

Enter Rosetta. Her breaih disclos'd the sweets of spring;

Ros. Sure I heard the voice of discord here And if for summer you would seek, 'Twas painted in her eye, her cheek;

---as I live, an adınirer of mine, and, if I mis

take not, a rival-- I'll have some sport with Her swelling bosom, tempting ripe,

tbem-how now, fellow servant, wbat's the Of fruitful autumn was the lype:

matter? But, when my tender tale I told, I found her heart was winter cold.

Hodge. Nothing, Mrs. Rosella, only this

young woman wants to speak with his worJus. W. Ah, you were always a scape-grace ship-Madge, follow me. rattle-eap.

Madge. No, Hodge, this is your fine madam; Haw. Odds heart, neighbour Woodcock, but I am as good ilesh and blood as she, and don't tell me, young fellows will be young have as clear a skin too, tho'f I mayn't go so fellows, though we preach till we're hoarse gay; and now she's here, I'll tell her a piece again; and so there's an end on't. [E.xeunt. of my mind.

Hodge. Hold your tongue, will you? Scene III.-JUSTICE Woodcock's Hall.

Madge. No, I'll speak if I die for it.

Ros. What's the matter, I say?
Enter Hodge and Madge.

Hodge. Why nothing, I tell you ;--Madge, Hodge. So, mistress, who let you in? Madge. Yes, but it is something; it's all Madge. Why, I let myself in.

along of she , and she may be asbamed of Hodge. Indeed! Marry come up! why then herself. pray let yourself out again. Times are come Ros. Bless me, child, do you direct your to á pretiy pass; I think you might bave bad discourse to me?

mind what I say;

me SO.

as 1.

but

Madge. Yes, I do, and 10 nobody else; there But go up to town in the waggon next week; was not a kinder soul breathing ihan he was A service in London is no such disgrace, till of late; I had never a cross word from him And Register's office will get me a place: till be kept you company; but all the girls Bet Blossom went there, and soon met with about say, there is no such thing as keeping

a friend: a sweetheart for you.

Folks

say

in her silks she's now standing Ros. Do you hear this, friend Hodge ?

an end ! Hodge. Why, you don't mind she, I hope; Then why should not I the same maxim but if that vexes her, I do like you, I do; iny

pursue, mind runs upon nothing else; and if so be as And better my fortune as other girls do? you was agreeable to it, I would marry you

[Exit. to-night, before 1o-morrow.

SCENE IV.-A Chamber. Madge. You're a nasty monkey; you are parjur'd, you know you are, and you deserve

Enter Rosetta and LUCINDA. to have your eyes tore out.

Ros. Ha! ha! ha! Oh admirable, most deHodge. Let me come at her—I'll teach you lectably ridiculous. And so your father is to call names, and abuse folk.

content he should be a music-master, and will Madge. Do; strike me ;---you a man! bave bim such, in spite of all your aunt can

Ros. Hold, hold-we shall have a battle here say to the contrary? presently, and I may chance to get my cap Luc. My father and he, child, are the best tore off-Never exasperate a jealous woman, companions you ever saw: and have been 'tis taking a mad bull by the horns-Leave singing together the most hideous duets! Bobme to manage her.

bing Juan, and Old Sir Simon the King: heaven Hodge. You manage her! I'll kick her: knows were Eustace could pick them

up: Ros. No, no, it will be more for my credit

, he has gone through balf the contents of Pills to get the better of her by fair means- I war-to purge Melancholy with him. rant l'll bring her to reason.

Ros. And have you resolved to take wing Hodge. Well, do so then-But may I de-to-night? pend upon you? when shall I speak to the

Luc. This very night, my dear: my swain parson?

will go from hence this evening, but no furRos. We'll talk of that another time-Go.ther than the inn, where he has left his horHodge. Madge, good bye. [Exit

. ses; and, at twelve precisely, he will be with Ros. The brutality of this fellow shocks me! a post-chaise at the little gate that opens

from -Oh men, men-you are all alike—A bumkin the lawn into the road, where I have promised here, bred at the barn door; had he been to meet him. brought up in a court, could he have been Ros. Then depend upon it, I'll bear you more fashionably vicious! show me the lord, company. squire, colonel, or captain of them all, can Luc. We shall slip out when the family are outdo him!

[the place any longer. asleep, and I have prepared Hodge already. Madge. I am ready to burst, I can't stay in Well, I hope we shall be happy. Ros. Hold, child, come hither.

Ros. Never doubt it. Madge. Don't speak to me, don't

you. Ros. Well, but I have something to say to you of consequence, and that will be for your In love should there meet a fond pair, good; I suppose this fellow promised you Untutor’d by fasbion or art; marriage.

[vail'd upon me. Whose wishes are warm and sincere, Madge. Ay, or he never should have pre- Whose words are th' excess of the heart :

Ros. Well, now you see the ill consequence If ought of substantial delight, of trusting to such promises: when once a On this side the stars can be found, man bath cheated a woman of her virtue, she 'Tis sure when that couple unite, bas no longer hold of him; he despises ber And Cupid by Hymen is crown'd. for wanting that which he hath robb'd her of; and, like a lawless conqueror, triumphs in the

Enter HAWTHORN. ruin be hath occasioned.

Haw. Lucy, where are you? Madge. Nan!

Luc. Your pleasure, sir. Ros. However, I hope the experience you Ros. Mr. Hawthorn, your servant. have got, though somewhat dearly purchased, Haw. What

my little water-wagtail! – The will be of use to you for the future; and, as very couple I wish'd to meet: come bither to any designs I have upon the heart of your both of you. lover, you may make yourself casy, for I as- Ros. Now, sir, what would you say to both sure you

I shall be no dangerous rival; so go of us? your ways and be a good girl. [Erit

. Haw. Why, let me look at you a littleMadre. Yes, I don't very well understand have you got on your

best gowns, her talk, but I suppose that's as much as to best faces? If not, go and trick yourselves out say she'll keep him all to herself; well, let her, directly, for I'll tell you a secret - there will who cares? I don't fear getting better nor he be a young bachelor in the house, within these is any day of the year, for the matter of that: three bours, that may fall to the share of one and I have a thought come into my head, that, of you, if you look sharp—but whether mimay be, will be more to my advantage. stress or maidAIR,

Ros. Ay, marry, this is somcthing; but how Since Hodge proves ungrateful, no further do you know whether either inistress or maid I'll seek;

will think him worth acceptance ?

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and your

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may hope at

when we

were some

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your fate.

How. Follow me, follow me; I warrantynu. matters stood, I was quite astonished, as a

Luc. I can assure you, Mr. Hawthorn, I am body may say; and could not believe it party; very difficult to please.

till ber young friend that she is with bere

, Ros. And so am I, sir.

assured 'me of the truth on't:-Indeed, at last, Haw. Indeed!

I began to recollect her face, though I base pot set eyes on her before, since she was the

height of a full grown greyhound. Well come, let us hear what the swain must Haw. Well, sir William, your son as yet possess,

knows nothing of what has happened, nor of Who

your feet to implore with your being, come hither; and, if you'll follow success?

my counsel, we'll have some sport with him. Ros. He must be first of all

- He and his mistress were to meet in the Straight, comely, and tall:

garden this evening by appointment, she's gone Luc. Neither awkward,

to dress herself in all her airs; will you let Ros. Nor foolish,

me direct your proceedings in this affair? Luc. Nor apish,

Sir W. With all my heart, master HawRos. Nor mulish;

thorn, with all my heart; do what you will Luc.

with Ross Nor yet should his fortune be small.

me, say what you please for me; I am so overjoyed, and so happy-And may

I never Haw. What think'st of a captain? do an ill lurn?) but I am very glad to see Luc. All bluster and wounds!

you too; ay, and partly as much pleased at Haw. What think'st of a squire ? that as any thing else, for we bave been merry Ros. To be left for his hounds.

togelber before

now, The youth that is form'd to my mind, years younger: well, and how bas the world Luc. Must be gentle, obliging, and kind; gone with you, master Hawthorn, since we

Of all things in nature love me; saw one another last? Ros. Have sense both to speak and to see- Haw. Why, pretty well, sir William,

I Yet sometimes be silent and blind. bave no reason to complain; every one has a Haw. 'Fore George, a most rare matri- mixture of sour with his sweets: but, in the

monial receipt; main, I believe, I have done in a degree as Ros. Observe it, ye fair, in the choice tolerably as my neighbours.

of a mate; Luc. Remember 'lis wedlock determines

The world is a well-furnish'd table,

Where guests are promisc'ousty set;

We all fare as well as we are able, ACT III.

And scramble for what we can get. Scene I.- A Parlour in JUSTICE WOOD- My simile holds to a title, Cock's House

Some gorge, wbile some scarce bare a Enter SIR WILLIAM MEADOWS, followed by

taste;

But if I'm content with a little,
HAWTHORN.

Enough is as good as a feast.
Sir W. Well, this is excellent, this is mighty
good, this is mighty merry, faith; ba! ha! ha!

Enter ROSETTA. was ever the like heard of? that my boy, Tom, Ros. Sir William, I beg pardon for delainshould run away from me, for fear of being ing you, but I have had so much difficulty in forced to marry a girl he never saw; that she adjusting my borrowed plumes... should scamper from her father, for fear of Sir V. May I never do an ill turn, but being forced to marry him; and that they they fit you to a T, and you look very well

, should run into one another's arms this way so you do: Cocksbones, how your father will in disguise, by mere accident; against their chuckle when he comes to hear this!—Her faconsents, and without knowing it, as a body ther, master Hawtborn, is as worthy a man may say? May I never do an ill turn, master as lives by bread, and has been almost out of Hawthorn, if it is not one of the oddest ad- bis senses for the loss of her - But tell me, ventures partly

hussy, has not this been all a scheme, a piece How. Why, sir William, it is a romance, of conjuration between you and my son? Faith, a novel, a pleasanter history by balf than the ! am half persuaded it bas, it looks so like loves of Dorastus and Faunia: we shall have hocus-pocus, as a body may say. ballads made of it within these two months, Ros. Upon my honour, sir William, what setting forth how a young squire became a bas happened has been the merc effect of serving-man of low 'degree; and it will be chance; I came hither unknown to your son, stuck up with Margaret's Ghost, and the Spa- and he unknown to me: I never in the least nish Lady, against the walls of every collage suspected that Thomas the gardener in the country.

than his appearance spoke him; and least of Sir W. But what pleases me best of all, all, that he was a person with whom I had master Hawthorn, is the ingenuity of the girl

. so close a connexion. Mr. Hawthorn can testify May I never do an ill turn, when I was called the astonishment I was in when he first inout of the room, and the servant said she formed me of it; but I thought it was my wanted to speak to me, if I knew what to duty to come to an immediate explanation make on't: but when the little gipsy') took with you. me aside, and told me her name, and bow Sir W. Is not she a neat Wench, master 1) Lille gipsy. little rogae, liule baggage, and a thou

Hawthorn? May I never do an ill turn, but pand other litlles, are merely terms of endearment. 1) sir William mcans, may I never do a good lwn.

was other AIR.

she is-But you little, plaguy devil, how came become of Lucinda? Sir William waits for this love affair between you?

me, I must be gone. Friendship, a moment Ros. I have told you ihe whole truth very by your leave; yet as our sufferings bave ingenuously, sir: since your son and ! bave been mutual, so shall our jays; I already lose been fellow servants, as I may call it, in this the remembrance of all former pains and anhouse, I have had more than reason to suspect sieties. he has taken a liking to me; and I will own, with equal frankness, bad I not looked upon him as a person so much below me, I should The traveller benighted, have had no objection to receive his courtship:

And led through weary, ways, Haw. Well said, by the lord Harry, all The lamp of day new lighted, above board, fair and open.

With joy the dawn surveys. Ros. Perhaps I may be censured by some for this candid declaration; but I love to speak

The rising prospecls viewing,

Each look is forward cast; my sentiments; and I assure you, sir William, in my opinion, I should prefer a gar

He smiles, his course pursuing,

Nor thinks of what is past. dener with your son's good qualities, to a

[Erit. knight of the shire without them.

Hodge. Hist, stay! don't I bear a noise ? Har Well but, sir, we lose time – is not Luc. [Without Well

, but dear, dear auntthis about the hour appointed to meet in the

Mrs. D. [Without You need not speak to garden?

me, for it does not signify. Ros. Pretty near it.

Hodge. Adwawns, they are coming bere ! Haw. Oons then, what do we stay for?lecod, I'll get out of the way–Murrain take it, Come, my old friend, come along; and by the this door is bolted now-So, so. way we will consult how to manage your Enter Mrs. Deborah Woodcock, driving interview. Sir W. Ay, but I must speak a word or

in LUCINDA before her. two to my man about the horses first. Mrs. D. Get along, get along; you are a [Exeunt Sir W. and Haw. scandal to the name of Woodcock: but I was

resolved to find you out; for I have suspected Enter Hodge.

you a great while, though your father, silly Ros. Well-What's the business?

man,
will have

you such a poor innocent. Hudge. Madam — Mercy on us, I crave

Luc. What shall I do? pardon!

Mrs. D. I was determined to discover what Ros. Why, Hodge, don't you

know me? you and your pretended music-master were Hodge. Mrs. Rosetta!

about, and lay in wait on purpose: I believe Ros. Ay.

he thought to escape me, by slipping into the Hodge. Know you! ecod, I don't know closet when I knocked at the door; but I was whether I do or not: never stir, if I did not even with him; for now I have him under think it was some lady belonging to the strange lock and key; and please the fates, there he gentlefolks: why, you ben't dizend this way shall remain till your father comes in: I will to go to the statute dance presently, be you? convince him of his error, wbether be will or

Řos. Have patience and you'll see:- but is not. there any thing amiss that you came in so

Luc. You won't be so cruel, I am sure you abruptly?

won't: I thought I had made you my friend Hodge. Amiss! why there's ruination. by telling you the truth. Ros. How?- where?

Mrs. Ď. Telling me the truth, quotba! did Hodge. Why, with miss Lucinda: her aunt I not overhear your scheme af running away, has catch'd she and the gentleman above stairs, to-night, through the partition? did I not find and overheard all their love discourse. the very bundles pack'd up in the room with Ros. You don't say so!.

you, ready for going off?' No, brazenface, I Hodge. Ecod, I had like to have pop'd in found out ihe truth by my own sagacity, though among them this instant; but, by good luck, your father says I am a fool, but now we'll I heard Mrs. Deborah's voice, and run down be judged who is the greatest-And you, Mr. again as fast as ever my legs could carry me. Rascal, my brother shall know what an honest Ros. Is your master in the house? servant he has got.

Hodge. Whai, bis worship! no no, he is Hodge. Madam! gone into the fields to talk with the reapers Mrs. D. You were to have been aiding and and people.

assisting them in their escape, and have been Ros. Poor Lucinda! I wish I could go up to the go-between, it seems, the letter-carrier! her; but I am so engaged with my own af- Hodge. Who, me, madam! fairs

Mrs. D. Yes, you, sirrah. Hodge. Mistress Roselta!

Hodge. Miss Lucinda, did I ever carry a Ros. Well.

Jetter for you? I'll make my affidavy ?) before Hodge. Odds bobs, I must bave one smack his worshipof your sweet lips.

Mrs. D.'Go, go, you are a villain, hold your Kos, Oh, stand off; you know I never al- tongue. low liberties,

Luc. I own, aunt, I have been very faulty Hodge. Nay, but why so coy? there's rea in this affair; I don't pretend to excuse myson in roasting of eggs; I would not deny self; but we are all subject to frailties; con, you such a thing

Ros. That's kind: ha, ha, ha-But what will l 1) Affidavit.

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