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VELLU M.
This pen is naught, and wants mending-
Lady, did you fay?

Sir GEORGE.
Does she admit me ?

V E L L U M.
I have gained admission for you as a conjurer.

Sir GEORG E. That's enough! I'll gain admiffion for myself as a husband. Does the believe there is any thing in my art ?

VELLUM.
It is hard to know what a woman believes.

Sir GEORG E.
Did she alk no questions about me?

V E L L U M. Sundryshe desires to talk with you herself, before you enter upon your

business.

Sir GEORG E. But when ?

V E L L U M. Immediately. This instant.

Sir GEORG E. Pugh. What haft thou been doing all this while! Why didit not tell me so ? give me iny cloke have

you yet met with Abigal ?

V E L L U M. I have not yet had an opportunity of talking with her. But we have interchanged some languishing glances.

Sir GEORG E. Let thee alone for that, Vellum, I have formerly seen thee ogle her through thy spectacles. Well! this is a moft venerable cloke, after the business of this day is over, I'll make thee a present of it. 'Twill become thee mightily.

V E L L U M. He, he, he! would you make a conjurer of your Iteward?

with my

Sir GEORG E. Pr’ythee don't be jocular, I'm in haste. Help me on beard.

V E L L U M.
And what will your ho--nour do with your

caft beard? Sir GEORG E. Why, faith, thy gravity wants only such a beard to it; if thou would'It' wear it with the choke, thou would'st make a most compleat heathen philosopher. But where's

my wand ?

VELLU M. A fine taper ftick! it is well chofen. I will keep this till you are sheriff of the county. It is not my cuftom to let any thing be loft.

Sir GEORG E. Come, Vellum, lead the way. You must introduce me to your Lady. Thou'rt the fittelt fellow in the world to be'a master of the ceremonies to a conjurer. Exeunt.

Enter A BIG AL crolling the frage, TINSEL

following

TINSEL.
Naby, Naby, whither fo fait, child !

AB I G A L. Keep your hands to yourself. 'I'm going to call the fteward to my Lady.

T I N S E L. What? goodman Twofold ? I met him walking with a strange old fellow yonder. I suppose he belongs to the family too. He looks very antique. He must be some of the furniture of this old manlion-house.

A B I G A L' What does the man mean? don't think to 'palm me as you do my Lady.

TINSEL. Pr’ythee, Nab, tell me one thing i what's the reason thou art my enemy?

A B IGA L.
Marry, because I'm a friend to my Lady.

TINSEL
Dost thou see any thing about me thou doft not like?
Come hither, husly, give me a kiss: don't be ill-natured.

A BIG A L. Sir, I know how to be civil (Kises ber] this rogue will carry off my Lady, if I don't take care.

[Afide. T INSEL. Thy lips are as soft as velvet, Abigal, I must get thee a husband.

A B I G A L.
Ay, now you don't speak idly, I can talk to you.

T T N S E L. I have one in my eye for thee. Doft thou love a young lufty son of a whore ?

ABIGAL. Laud, how you talk !

TINSEL. This is a thundering dog.

A B I G A L. What is he?

TINSEL. A private Gentleman.

A BI GA L. Ay! where does he live?

T T N S E L. In the horse-guards-But he has one fault I must tell thee of. If thou canst bear with that he's a 'man for thy purpose!

A BIG A L. Pray, Mr. Tinsel, what may that be?

TINSEL. He's but five and twenty years old.

A BI GA L. 'Tis no matter for his age, if he has bee well educated.

T I N S E L. No man better, child ; he'll tie a wig, toss a dye, make a pass, and swear with such a grace, as would make thy heart leap to hear him.

A BIG A L. Half these accomplishments will do, provided he has *an estate-Pray what has he?

TINSE L.
Not a farthing

A BIG A L.
Pox on him, what do I give him the hearing for![ Afide.

TINSEL.
But as for that I would make it

up

to him..
A B I G A L.
How?

TINSEL. Why, look ye, child, as soon as I have married thy Lady, I design to discard this old prig of a steward, and to put this honeft gentleman, I am speaking of, into his place.

A BI GA L. This fellow's a fool I'll have no more to say to him. Afide]-Hark! my Lady's a coming!

T I N S E L.
Depend upon it, Nab, I'll remember. my promise.

A B I G A L.
Ay, and so will I too-to your coft.

(Afde

[Exit Abigal. T I N S E L. My dear is purely fitted up with a maid-but I shall d the house of her. L4

Entor

Enter LADY.

LADY Oh, Mr. Tinsel, I ain glad to meet you here. I am going to give you an entertainment, that won't be disagreeable to a man of wit and pleasure of the town There may be something diverting in a conversation between a conjurer and this conceited ass. Aside.

TINSEL.
She loves me to distraction, I see that. (Afide.}
Prythee, widow, explain thyself.

LADY. You must know here is a strange fort of a man como 80 town, who undertakes to free the house from this disturbance. The steward believes him a conjurer.

TINSEL Ay; thy fteward is a deep one!

L A D Y. He's to be here immediately, It is indeed an odd figure of a mana

TINSEL Oh! I warrant you he has studied the black art ! Ha, ha, ha! Is he' not an Oxford scholar?

-Widow, thy house is the most extraordinarily inhabited of any widow's this day in christendom I think thy four chief domeftics area withered Abigala fuperanpuated steward a ghoft-and a conjurer.

LADY. [mimicking Tinsel. ] And you would have it inhabited by a fifth, who is & more extraordinary person than any of all these four.

T INSE L. It's a sure sign a woman loves you, when the imitates your manner. ( Afide.] Thou'rt' very smart, my

dear. But feel smoke the doctor,

Enter.

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