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to the size of your middling porpus. As for ine,
an I were to be drown'd, I suppose there is ne'er
a whale of them all, that would not be out of
countenance at the sight of ine.-Bardolph-is
the sack brer'd ?

To him enter FORD.
Ford. Bless you, Sir.

Falst. Now, Master Brook. You come to know what has passed between me and Fords wife.

Ford. That is indeed my business, Sir John.

Falst. Master Brook, I will not lie to you. I was at her house at the hour she appointed


Ford. And you sped, Sir. Vexation. Falst. Very ill-favouredly, Master Brook. Surprise Ford. How, Sir, did she change her mind ? Vexation. Falst. No, Master Brook. But the mischieve

ous old cuckold, her husband, Master Brook, dwelling in a continual alarm of jealousy, comes provoked and instigated by his distemper, and at his heels a whole rabble of people to search the

house for his wife's lover. Surprise. Ford. What! While you were there?

Falst. While I was there, Master Brook. Question. Ford. And did he search for you, and could

not find you? Inforination Falst. Master Brook, you shall bear. As with Vex- good luck would have it, comes in one Mrs. Page,

gives intelligence of Ford's approach ; and by her invention, and Ford's wife's direction, I was

conveyed into a buck-basket. Wonder. Ford. A buck-basket ? Vexation. Falst. Yea, a buck-basket; rammed in with Remein- foul shirts and smocks, sweaty socks, dirty handker

chiefs, greasy night caps, and infant's clouts fresh from their stinking tails; that, Master Brook, there was as great a variety of villainous smells, as there was of living things in Noah's ark. There I suffered the pangs of three unnatural



deaths. First, the intolerable fear of being detected by a jealous old bell-weather; next, to be coil'd up like an overgrown snake in a dung-hill, roll’d round within the circumference of a peck, hilt to point, heel to head; thirdly and lastly, Master Brook, to be stopt in, like a strong distillation, 'with stinking cloathes that fermented in their own grease. Think of that Master Brook, a man of niy body; that am as liable to melt as a lump of Epping butter exposed to the sun-beams on the twentieth of June at noon-day. Think of that, Master Brook, and that, while I was in the midst of this high salivation, from which that I escaped without suffocation, is neither more nor less than a miracle; while I was in the height of this hot bath, I say, with my very bones melted almost to the consistency of calves foot jelly, to be flung into the Thames, coold, glowing hot as I was, case-hardened at once ; think of that, Master Brook; hissing hot; think of that Master Brook.



From Mr Pope's MORAL Essays. (Epist I.) 'TIS from high life high characters are drawn,

Sneer, or A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.

Mock Praise A judge is just ! a chanc' lor juster still; A gown-man learn'd: a bishop--what you will ; Wise, if a minister; but if a king, More wise, more just, more learn’d, more every

thing. 'Tis education forins the common mind ; Teaching Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd. (1) Boastful and rough, your first son is a’squire ; (1) Though these lines contain descriptions, or chara&ters, they may be expressed with action, almott as if they were speeches. This first line, “Boaftful and rough,' &c. may be spoken with the action of Boasting. See Boasting in the Efray, paye 27. The next with that of lempting. See Tempting, page 30. The soldier's character

Smooth, The next a tradesman, meek, and much a liar ;
Strut. Tom struts a soldier, open, bold and brave;
Sneering. Will sneaks a scriv'ner, an exceeding knave.
Pride. Is he a churchman? Then he's fond of pow'r ;
* Fornal. A Quaker 9* sly. A Presbyterian ? t sour;
+ Peevilh. A smart free-thinker? All things in an hour
Teaching. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes,

Tenets with books, and principles with times.
Search then the ruling passion; There alone
The wild are constant, and the cunning known.
This clue once found unravels all the rest ;

The prospect clears, and Wharton stands confest; *Contempt Wharton! the scorn,* and wonder, † of our † Admirat.

Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise.

Born with whate'er could win it from the wise, Eagerness

. Women and fools, must like him or he dies, Adiniration Tho' wond'ring senates hung on all he spoke, Contempt. The club must hail him master of the joke.

Shall parts so various aim at nothing new ?
He'll shine a Tully and a Wilmot too,
Then turns repentant, and his God adores,
With the same spirit as he drinks and whores,
Enough, if all around him but admire,
And now the punk applaud, and now the friar.

A salmon's belly, Helluo, (1) was thy fate, (2)
The doctor call’d, declares, all help too late.

Mercy" (cries Helluo) “ mercy on my soul !
Is there no hope 2Alas! then bring the

" Odious! in woolen ! "Twould a saint pro-

voke." may be rep esented by the arms a-kimbo, the lips pouting out, and a blustering manner of reading the line. The scrivener's, with the eyes turn'cl asquint, a low voice, and the action of shame. See frame, page 21. The Quaker's, with the words spoken through the nose, and the appearance of affeftation of piety. See affe Elatiom, page 27,

(1) Englisk readers may not, perhaps, know, that Helluo fignifies Glutton.

(2) That is, a surfeit of fresh salmon was thy death.

(3) The glutton will indulge appetite (fo indeed will every habitual offender in every kind) in spite of all consequences.

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(Where the last words that poor Narcissa spoke)
“No, let a charming chintz, and Brussels lace,
Wrap these cold limbs, and shade this lifeless face,
One need not, sure, be ugly though one's dead;
And — Betty-give this cheek- a little-red.

The courtier smooth, who forty years had shin'd
An humble servant to all human kind.
Just brought out this, when scarce his tongue

could stir; “ If-where I'ın going--I could serve you Civil, with Sir.”

Weaknefs. I give and I devise." (old Euclio said,

Grief. And sigh’d)“ my lands and tenements to Ned.” " Your money,

Sir”. My money, Sir:

What--all? Why--if I must"--(then wept) -" I give it Weeping.

Paul." " The manor, Sir?”-“ The manor-Hold"

(he cry'd) I cannot-must not part with that-and dy'd, Weakness, And

you, brave Cobham ! at your latest breath Dignity. Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death, Such in that moment, as in all the past, “O save my country, Heav'n!"-shall be your Praying, last.


The scene between Mr. Bevil and Mr. Myrtle.

[Consc. Lov.] Bev. Sir, I am extremely obliged to Complaif.

this honour. Myrt. The time, the place, our long acquaint

Anger. ance, and many other circumstances, which affect me on this occasion oblige me, without cerea mony, or conference, to desire, that you will come ply with the requst in my letter, of which you have already acknowledged the receipt.

you for


Bev. Sir, I have received a letter from you in a very unusual style. But, as I am conscious (1) of the integrity of my behaviour with respect to you, and intend that every thing in this matter, shall be your own seeking, I shall understand nothing but what you are pleased to confirm face to face. You are therefore to take it for granted

that I have forgot the contents of your epistle. Anger. Myrt. Your cool behaviour, Mr. Bevil, is

agreeable to the unworthy use, you have made of my simplicity and frankness to you. And I see, your moderation tends to your own advantage, not mine ; to your own safety, not to justice for

the wrongs you have done your friend. Offence. Bev. My own safety! Mr. Myrtle ? Reproach. Myrt. Your own safety, Mr. Bevil. Displeasure

Bev. Mr. Myrtle, there is no disguising any

longer, that I understand what you would force Firmness. me to. You know my principle upon that point;

and you have often heard me express my disapprobation of the savage manner of deciding quarrels, which tyrannical custom has introduced, to

the breach of all laws both divine and human. Reproach. Myrt. Mr. Bevil, Mr. Bevil! It would be

a good first principle, in those, who have so tender a conscience that way, to have as much abhorrence at doing injuries, as--[Turns away abruptly. ]

Bev. As what? Irritating. Myrt. As fear of answering them. Self Vindi Bev. Mr. Myrtle, I have no fear of answercation.

ing any injury I have done you, because I have meant you none; for the truth of which I am

ready to appeal to any indifferent person, even of Seriousness. your own choosing. But I own,

İ ain afraid of doing a wicked action, I mean of shedding your blood, or giving you an opportunity of shedding

mine, cold. I am not afraid of you, Mr. Myrtle. Pious Ven. But I own, I am afraid of Him, who

gave me (1)-" conscious of the integrily," 8c. inay be expressed with the cight hand taid upon the breast


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