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you there? [Enter Drmuer.] Now I muft pore upon my paper.

Enter FANTOM E, beating the Drum.

Sir GEORGE.

Pr'ythee, don't make a noife, I'm bufy. [Fantome beats' A pretty march! pr'ythee beat that over again. [He beats and advances.

Sir GEORGE

[Rifing.]

Ha! You're very perfect in the ftep of a ghoft. You falk it majestically. [Fantome advances. How the rogue ftares! he acts it to admiration! I'll be hang'd if he has not been practifing this half hour in Mrs. Abigal's wardrobe.

[Fantome fares, gives a rap upon his Drum· Pr'ythee don't play the fool! [Fantome beats Nay, nay, enough of this, good Mr. Fantome. FANTOM E. [Afide.]

Death! I'm difcover'd. This jade Abigal has betray'd me.

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Sir GEORGE.

Mr. Fantome, upon the word of an aftrologer, your thousand pound bribe will never gain my Lady Truman. FANTOM E.

[Afide.

'Tis plain, she has told him all.

Sir GEORGE.

Let

you

to make off as fast as you can, or advise me 1 plainly perceive by my art, Mr. Gheft will have his bones broke.

FANTOME. [to Sir George.]

Look ye, old gentleman, I perceive you have learnt this fecret from Mrs. Abigal.

Sir GEORGE.

I have learnt it from my art.

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FANTOM E.

Thy art! pr'ythee no more of that. know you are a cheat as much as I am. keep my counsel, I'll give thee ten broad piecesSir GEORGE.

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I am not mercenary! young man, I fcorn thy gold. FANTOM E.

I'll make them up twenty.

Look ye, I

And if thou'lt

Sir GEORGE

Avant! and that quickly, or I'll raife fuch an apparition, as fhall

FANTOM E.

An apparition, old gentleman! you mistake your man, I am not to be frighted with bugbears

Sir GEORGE.

Let me retire but for a few moments, and I will give thee fuch a proof of my artis

FANTOM E.

Why, if thou haft any Hocus pocus tricks to play, why canft not do them here?

Sir GEORGE.

The raising of a spirit, requires certain fecret inyfteries to be performed, and words to be mutter'd in private

FANTOM E.

Well, if I fee through your trick, you will promise my friend.

to be

Sir GEORGE.

I will attend and tremble.

[Exit.

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FANTOME.

A very folemn old afs! but I finoke him, he has a mind to raise his price upon me. I could not think this But would have us'd me thus-I begin to be horribly

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tired

tired of my drum, I wish I was well rid of it. However I have got this by it, that it has driven off Tinfel for good and all; I shan't have the mortification to fee my niftrefs carried off by fuch a rival. Well, whatever happens, I muft ftop this old fellow's mouth, I must not be fparing in huth-money. But here he comes.

Enter Sir GEORGE in his own habit.

FANTOM E.

Ha! what's that! Sir George Truman! This can be no counterfeit. His drefs! his fhape! his face! the very wound of which he dy'd! nay, then 'tis time to decamp! Runs off.

Sir GEORGE.

Ha, ha, ha, fare you well, good Sir George- -the enemy has left me master of the field: here are the marks of my victory. This drum will I hang up in my great hall as the trophy of the day.

ABIGA L.

Yonder he is. O my conscience, he has driven off the conjurer. Mr. Fantome, Mr. Fantome! I give you joy, I give you joy. What do you think of your thoufand pounds now? Why does not the man speak?

[Pulls him by the fleeve.

Enter A B IGAL.

Sir George ftands with his hand before his face in a mufing posture.

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[Shrieks. [Running away he catches her.

Sir GEORGE.

Good Mrs. Abigal, not so fast.

ABIGA L.

Are you alive, Sir?-He has given my fhoulder fuch a curfed tweak! They must be real fingers. I feel 'em I'm fure.

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Sir GEORGE.

What doft think?

ABIGA L.

Think, Sir, think? Troth I don't know what to think. Pray, Sir, how

Sir GEORGE.

No queftions, good Abigal. Thy curiofity fhall be fatisfied in due time.. Where's your Lady?

ABIGAL,

Oh, I'am fo frighted-and fo glad!

GEORGE.

Sir
Where's your Lady, I ask you-

ABIGA L.

Marry I don't know where I am myselfforbear weeping for joy

Sir GEORGE.

Your Lady! I fay your Lady! I must bring you to yourfelf with one pinch more

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ABIGAL.

Oh! he has been talking a good while with the fteward.

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Sir GEORGE.

Then he has opened the whole story to her, I'm glad. he has prepared her. Oh! here he comes.

Enter LADY followed by VELLUM.

LADY.

Where is he let me fly into his arms! my life! my foul! my husband!

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Sir

Sir GEORGE.

Oh! let me catch thee to my heart, deareft of women!

LADY.

Are you then ftill alive, and are you here! I can fcarce believe my fenfes! now am I happy indeed! Sir GEORGE.

My heart is too full to answer thee.

LADY.

How could you be fo cruel to defire giving me that joy which you knew I muft receive from your prefence? you have robbed my life of fome hours of happiness that ought to have been in it.

Sir GEORGE.

It was to make our happinefs the more fincere and unmixt. There will be now no doubts to dash it. What has been the affliction of our lives, has given a variety to them, and will hereafter fupply us with a thousand materials to talk of.

LADY.

I am now fatisfied that it is not in the power of abfence to leffen your love towards me.

Sir GEORGE.

And I am fatisfied that it is not in the power of death, to deftroy that love which makes me the happieft of men.

LADY.

Was ever woman to bleft! to find again the darling of her foul, when she thought him loft for ever! to enter into a kind of fecond marriage with the only man whom fle was ever capable of loving! Hoffn Diwang

Sir GEORGE.

May it be as happy as our first, I defire no more! Believe me, my dear, I want words to exprefs those tranfports of joy and tenderness which are every moment rifing in my heart whilft I fpeak to thee,

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