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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 noise, I'm busy. [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 step of a ghoft. You falk it majestically. [Fantome advances.

How the rogue ftares! be acts it to admiration! I'll be hang'd if he has not been practising this half hour in Mrs. Abigal's wardrobe.

[Fantome flares, gives a rap upon his Drum Pr'ythee don't play the fool! [Fantome beats Nay, nay, enough of this, good Mr. Fantome.

FANTOME.

[Afide.]

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

advise you to make off as fast as you can, or I 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.

FAN

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.

FANT O ME folus.
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 fhan't have the mortification to see my miftrefs carried off by fuch a rival. Well, whatever happens, I muft ftop this old fellow's mouth, I muft not be fparing in huih-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.

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Ha, ha, ha, fare you well, good Sir Georgeenemy has left me mafter 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.

Enter A B IGAL.

Sir George ftands with his band before his face in a mufing pofture.

ABIGA L.

'Yonder he is. O my confcience, 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.

Ha!

Sir GEORGE.

[Taking bis hand from bis face

ABIGA L.

Oh! 'tis my mafter!

[Shrieks. [Running away he catches ber.

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Sir GEORGE.

What doft think?

Good Mrs. Abigal, not fo faft.

ABIGA L.

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

I'm fure.

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Sir GEORGE.

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! —--

Sir

GEORGE.

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Where's your Lady, I ask you

ABIGA L.

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

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Sir GEORGE.

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

ABIGAL.

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

Sir GEORGE.

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Then he has opened the whole story to her, I'm glad

he has prepared her. Oh! here he comes.

Enter LADY followed by VEL L U M.

LADY.

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

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Sir GEORGE. Oh! let me catch thee to my heart, deareft of wómen!

LADY. Are you then till alive, and are you here! I can scarce believe my senses! now am I happy indeed!

Sir GEORG E. My heart is too full to answer thee.

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

Sir GEORG E. It was to make our happiness the more fincere and unmixt. There will be now no duubts to dash it. What has been the affliction of our lives, has given a variety to them, and will hereafter supply us with a thousand materials to talk of:

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

Sir GÉORG E. And I am fatisfied that'it is not in the power of death, to destroy that love which makes me the happiest of men.

LADI. Was ever woman í bleit! to find again the darling of her soul, when she thought him loft for ever! to enter intó a kind of second marriage with the only man whom fhe was ever capable of loving!

• Sir GEORGE...21.50 May it, be as happy as our first, I desire no more ! Believe me, my dear, I want transports of joy and tenderness which are every moment rising in my heart whilft I speak to thee.

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