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Mrs. M. Why, really, madam, I had made a sort | if I shall not be heartily glad to see thee well settled, of a promise to let the Countess of Nicely have the first sight of it, for the birth-day; but your ladyskip

child.

Lady W. Oh! I die if I don't see it before her.
Squire R. Woant you goa, feyther?

Sir F. Waunds, lad, I shall ha' no stomach at this rate!

Mrs. M. Well, madam, though I say it, 'tis the sweetest pattern that ever came over; and, for fineness, no cobweb comes up to it.

Sir F. Ods guts and gizzard, madam! Lace as fine as a cobweb! why, what the devil's that to cost, now? [madamMrs. M. Nay, if Sir Francis does not like it, Lady W. He like it! Dear Mrs. Motherly, he is not to wear it. [pay for it! Sir F. Flesh, madam! but I suppose I am to Lady W. No doubt on't! Think of your thousand a-year, and who got it you; go, eat your dinner, and be thankful, go! Come, Mrs. Motherly. [Exit Lady Wronghead and Mrs. Motherly. Sir F. Very fine! so here I mun fast, till I am almost famished, for the good of my country, while madam is laying me out an hundred pounds a-day, in lace as fine as a cobweb, for the honour of my family! Ods flesh! things had need go well at this

rate!

Squire R. Nay, nay; come, feyther.

[Exeunt Sir Francis and Squire Richard.
Re-enter MYRTILLA.

Myr. Madam, (to Miss Jenny) my lady desires you and the Count will please to come, and assist her fancy in some of the new laces.

Count B. We'll wait upon her

Jenny. So, I told you how it was; you see she can't bear to leave us together.

Count B. No matter, my dear; you know she has asked me to stay supper: so, when your papa and she are a-bed, Mrs. Myrtilla will let me into the house again; then you may steal into her chamber and we'll have a little talk together.

Myr. Ay, ay, madam, you may command me in anything.

Jenny. Well, that will be pure!

Count B. But you had best go to her alone, my life; it will look better if I come after you.

Jenny. Ay, so it will: and to-morrow, you know, at the masquerade: O dear, dear! I wish the time [Exit.

were come.

Myr. So, sir, am not I very commode to you? Count B. Well, child, and don't you find your account in it? Did I not tell you we might still be of use to one another?

Myr. Well, but how stands your affair with miss, in the main?

Count B. Oh, she's mad for the masquerade! It drives like a nail; we want nothing now but a parson to clinch it. Did not your aunt say she could get one at a short warning?

Mur. Yes, yes; my Lord Townly's chaplain is her cousin, you know; he'll do your business and mine at the same time.

Count B. Oh, it's true! but where shall we appoint him?

Myr. Why you know my Lady Townly's house is always open to the masks on a ball night, before they go to the Haymarket.

Count B. Good.

Myr. Now the doctor proposes we should all come thither in our habits, and when the rooms are full, we may steal up into his chamber, he says, and there-crack-he'll give us all canonical commission to go to bed together.

Count B. Admirable!

Well, the devil fetch me

Myr. And may he tuck me under his arm at the same time, if I shall not think myself obliged to you as long as I live. But I must run to my squire. Count B. And I to the ladies; so, your humble servant, sweet Mrs. Wronghead! (Bous.)

Myr. Yours as in duty bound, most noble Count Basset. (Curtseys.) [Exit. Count B. Why, ay! Count! That title has been of some use to me, indeed; not that I have any more pretence to it, than I have to a blue riband. Yet I have made a pretty considerable figure in life with it. I bave lolled in my own chariot, dealt at assemblies, dined with ambassadors, and made one at quadrille with the first women of quality; but, tempora mutantur, since that damned squadron at White's have left me out of their last secret, I am reduced to trade upon my own stock of industry, and if I can snap up Miss Jenny and her eight thousand pounds, I shall once more cut a figure, and cock my hat in the face of the best of them: for, since our modern men of fortune are grown wise enough to be sharpers, I think sharpers are fools that don't take up the airs of men of quality. [Exit.

ACT V.

SCENE I-Lord Townly's House.
Enter WILLIAMS and MANLY.

Wil. Sir Francis Wronghead, sir, desires to see you

Man. Desire Sir Francis to walk in. [Exit Williams.] I suppose by this time his wise worship begins to find that the balance of his journey to London is on the wrong side.

Enter SIR FRANCIS WRONGHEAD.

Sir Francis, your servant. How came I by the favour of this extraordinary visit? Sir F. Ah, cousin!

Man. Why that sorrowful face, man? Sir F. I have no friend alive but you.

Man. I am sorry for that. But what's the matter? Sir F. I have played the fool by this journey, I see now, for my bitter wifeMan. What of her?

Sir F. Is playing the devil.

Man. Why, truly, that's a part that most of your fine ladies begin with as soon as they get to London.

Sir F. If I'm a living man, cousin, she has made away with above two hundred and fifty pounds since yesterday morning. But there's one hundred on't goes more to my heart than all the rest.

Man. And how might that be disposed of?
Sir F. Troth, I am almost ashamed to tell you.
Man. Out with it.

Sir F. Why, she has been at an assembly. Man. What, since I saw you? I thought you had all supped at home last night.

Sir F. Why, so we did; and all as merry as grigs. I'cod, my heart was so open, that I tossed another hundred into her apron, to go out early this morning with. But the cloth was no sooner taken away, than in comes my Lady Townly here, with another rantipole dame of quality, and out they must have her, they said, to introduce her at my Lady Noble's assembly, forsooth. A few words, you may be sure, made the bargain; so, bawnce! and away they drive, as if the devil had got into the coach-box; so, about four or five in the morning, home comes madam, with her eyes a foot deep in her head, and my poor hundred pounds left behind her at the hazard-table, Man. All lost at dice!

“I suppose,

Sir F. Every shilling; among a parcel of pig- , Enter COUNT BASSET and MISS JENNY, in mas taild puppies, and pale-faced women of quality:

querade dresses. Man. If you remember, I gave you a hint of this. I

Count B. So, so; here's your brother and his Sir F. Why, ay, it's true, you did so: but the bride before us, my dear. devil himself could not have believed she would Jenny. Well, I vow, my heart's at my mouth have rid post to him.

still! I thought I should never have got rid of Man. Sir, if you stay but a fortnight in this town, mamma; but while she stood gaping upon the you will every day seo hundreds as fast upon the dance, I gave her the slip! Lawdi do but fcel gallop as she is.

how it beats here! Sir F. Ah, this London is a base place indeed! Count B. Oh! the pretty flutterer! I protest, my Waunds, if things should happen to go wrong with dear, you have put mine into the same palpitation. me at Westminster, at this rate, how the devil Jenny. Ay, you say so, but let's see now. (Puts her shall I keep out of jaol?

hand to his heart.) Oh, lud! I vow it thumps purely. Man. Why, truly, there seems to be but one way Well, well, I see it will do; and so where's the to avoid it.

parson? Sir F. Ah, would you could tell me that, cousin! Count B. Mrs. Myrtilla, will you be so good as

Man. The way lies plain before you, sir; the to see if the doctor's ready for us? same road that brought you hither, will carry you Myr. He only staid for you, sir; I'll fetch him safe home again.

immediately.

[Erit. Sir F. Ods flesh, cousin! what? and leave a Jenny. Pray, sir, am not I to take place of mamthousand pounds a year behind me!

ma, when I'm a countess? Man. Pooh, pooh! leave anything behind you Count B. No doubt on't, my dear. but your family, and you are a saver by it.

Jenny. Oh, lud! how her back will be up then, Sir F. Ay, but consider, cousin, what a scurvy when she meets me at an assembly; or you and I flgure I shall make in the country, if I come down in our coach and six at Hyde Park together! withawt it.

Count B. Ay, or when she hears the box-keepers Man. You will make a much more lamentable at an opera call out-"The Countess of Basset's figure in a gaol without it.

servants!" Sir F. Mayhap, as you have no great opinion of Jinny. Well, I say it, that will be delicious: And my journey to London then, cousin ?

then mayhap to have a fine gentleman, with a star, Man. Sir Francis, to do you the service of a real and a what-ye-call-um riband, lead me to my friend, I must speak very plainly to you: you don't chair, with his hat under his arm all the way yet see half the ruin that's before you.

"Hold up," says the chairman; "and so," says I, Sir F. Good lack! how may you mean, cousin ? “my lord, your humble servant."

Man. In one word, your whole affairs stand thus madam," says he, “we shall see you at my Lady - In a week you'll lose your seat at Westminster; Quadrille's ?” “Ay, ay, to be sure, my lord," says in a fortnight my lady will run you into jaol, by 1. So, in swaps me, and away they trot, swing! keeping the best company; in four-and-twenty swang! with my tassels dangling, and my flamhours your daughter will run away with a sharper, beaux blazing! and-Oh! it's a charming thing to because she ha'n't been used to better company; be a woman of quality! and your son will steal into marriage with a cast Count B. Well! I see that plainly, my dear; mistress, because he has not been used to any com- there's ne'er a duchess of them all will become an

equipage like you. Sir F. I'the name o'goodness, why should you Jenny. Well, well; do you find equipage, and I'll think all this?

find airs, I warrant you. Man. Because I have proof of it; in short, I Squire R. Troth! I think this masquerading's know so much of their secrets, that if this is not the merriest game that ever I saw in my life! prevented to-night, it will be out of your power to Thof, in my mind, and there were but a little do it to-morrow morning.

wrestling, or cudgel-playing, naw, it would help it Sir F. Waunds! if what you tell me be true, I'll bugely. But what a-rope makes the parson stay stuff my whole family into a stage-coach, and trun. so ? dle them into the country again on Monday morn- Count B. Oh! here he comes, I believe. ing.

Enter MYRTILLA, with a Constable. Man. Stick to that, sir, and we may yet find a Const. Well, madam, pray which is the party that way to redeem all. I hear company entering; you wants a spice of my office here?

[Count.) know they see masks here to-day; conceal yourself Myr. That's the gentleman. (Pointing to the in this room, and for the truth of what I have told Count B. Hey-day! what, in masquerade, dector? you, take the evidence of your own senses: but be Const Doctor! sir, I believe you have mis taken sure you keep close till I give you the signal. your man: but if you are called Count Basset, I

Sir F. Sir, I'll warrant you-Ah, my lady! my have a billet-doux in my hand for you, that will set Lady, Wronghead! what a bitter business bave you right presently,

[this? you drawn me into.

Count B. What tho devil is the meaning of all Man. Hush! to your post; here comes one Const. Only my lord chief justice's warrant couple already. (Sir F. and Man. retires.)

against you for forgery, sir. Enter SQUIRE RICHARD and MYRTILLA, in Count B. Blood and thunder! masquerade dresses.)

Const. And so, sir, if you please to pull off your Squire R. What, is this the doctor's chamber 3

fool's frock there, I'll wait upon you to the next Myr. Yes, yes; speak softly.

justice of peace immediately. (Sir Francis and Squire R. Welí, but where is he?

Manly advance.) Myr. He'll be ready for us presently, but he says Jenny. Oh! dear me, what's the matter? (Tremhe can't do us the good turn without witnesses: so, bling.)

(frolic, my dear. when the Count and your sister come, you know he Count B. Oh! nothing, only a masquerading and you may be fathers for one another.

Squire R. Oh! ho! is that all. Squire R. Well, well, tit for tat! ay, ay, that will Sir F. No, sirrah! that is not all. Sir Francis Myr. And see, here they come! [be friendly. 'knocks the Squire down with his cane.)

pany at all.

a

Squire R. Oh, lawd! Oh, lawd! he has beaten my Man. Did not you forge this note for five hundred brains out.

pounds, sir? Man. Hold, hold! Sir Francis; have a little Count B. Sir, I see you know the world, and mercy upon my poor godson, pray, sir.

therefore I shall not pretend to prevaricate; but it Sir F. Wounds, cousin, I ha'nt patience.

has hurt nobody yet, sir; I beg you will not stigCount B. Manly! nay then I'm blown to the devil. matize me; since you have spoiled my fortune in

(Aside.) one family, I hope you won't be so cruel to a young Squire R. Oh, my head, my head !

fellow, as to put it out of my power, sir, to make Enter LADY WRONGÉEAD; dressed as a Shep-it in another, sir. herdess.

Man. Look you, sir, I have not much time to Lady W. What's the matter here, gentlemen ? waste with you, but if you expect mercy yourself, For heaven's sake! What, are you murdering my you must shew it to one you have been cruel to. children ?

Count B. Cruel, sir? Const. No, no, madam; no murder; only a little Man. Have you not ruined this young woman? suspicion of felony, that's all.

Count B. I, sir? Sir F. (To Jenny.) And for you, Mrs. Hotupon't, Man. I know you have, therefore you can't I could find in my heart to make you wear that blame her, if, in the fact you are charged with, she habit as long as you live, you jade you. Do you is a principal witness against you. However, you know, hussy, that you were within two minutes of have one, and only one chance to get off with. marrying a pickpocket?

Marry her this instant, and you take off her eviCount B. So, so, all's out, I find !

(Aside.) | dence. Jenny. Oh, the mercy! why pray, papa, is not the Count B. Dear sir! Count a man of quality, then?

[seems. Man. No words, sir; a wife, or a mittimus. Sir F. Oh, yes; one of the unhanged ones, it Count B. Lord, sir! this is the most unmerciful Lady W. Married! Oh, the confident thing! mercy!

[stable! There was the urgent business then-slighted for Man. A private penance, or a public one-Conher! I ha'n't patience !-and, for aught I know, I Count B. Hold, sir; since you are pleased to give have been all this while making a friendship with me my choice, I will not make so ill a compliment a highwayman.

(Aside.) to the lady, as not to give her the preference. Man. Constable, secure there.

Man. It must be done this minute, sir! the chapSir F. Ay, my lady! my lady! this comes of lain you expected is still within call. your journey to London, but now I'll have a frolic Myr. Come, sir; don't repine : marriage is at of my own, madam; therefore, pack up your worst but playing upon the square.

[the devil. trumpery this very night; for the moment my Count B. Ay, but the worst of the match too, is horses are able to crawl, you and your brats shall Man. Well, sir, to let you see it is not so bad as make a journey into the country again.

you think it; as a reward for her honesty, in deLady W. Indeed you are mistaken, Şir Francis ;tecting your practises, instead of the forged bill you I shall not stir out of town yet, I promise you. would have put upon her, there's a real one of five Sir F. Not stir? Waunds, madam

hundred pounds, to begin a new honeymoon with. Man. Hold, sir! If you'll give me leave, a little,

(Gives it to Myrtilla.) I fancy I shall prevail with my lady to think better Count B. Sir, this is so generous an acton't.

Man. No compliments, dear sir; I am not at leiSir F. Ah, cousin, you are a friend indeed! sure now to receive them. Mr. Constable, will you

Man. (Apart to Lady Wronghead.) Look you, be so good as to wait upon this gentleman into the madam, as to the favour you designed me, in send-next room, and give this lady in marriage to him. ing this spurious letter enclosed to my Lady Grace,

[Exit. all the revenge I have taken, is to have saved your Const. Sir, I'll do it faithfully. son and daughter from ruin. Now, if you will take Count B. Well, five hundred will serve to make them fairly and quietly into the country again, I a handsome push with, however. And I am not will save your ladyship from ruin.

the first of the fraternity who has run his head Lady W. What do you mean, sir?

into one noose, to keep it out of another. Come,

(Apart to Man.) spouse. Man. Why, Sir Francis-shall never know what Myr. Yes, my life. is in this letter; look upon it. How it came into

(Exeunt all but Sir F. and Lady W. my hands you shall know at leisure.

Sir F. And that I may be sure my family's rid

(Apart to Lady W.) of him for ever; come, my lady, let's even take Lady W. Ha! my billet doux to the Count! and our children along with us, and be all witness of an appointment in it! I shall sink with confusion! the ceremony.

[Exeunt. (Aside.)

SCENE II.- A dressing-room. Man. What shall I say to Sir Francis, madam ? LADY TOWNLY discovered just up; MRS, (A part to lady W.)

TRUSTY waiting. Lady W. Dear sir, I am in such a trembling! Mrs. T. Dear madam, what should make your Preserye my honour, and I am all obedience. ladyship so ill ?

(A part to Man.) Lady T. How is it possible to be well, where one Man. Sir Francis, my lady is ready to receive is killed for want of sleep? your commands for her journey, whenever you Mrs. T. Dear me! it was so long before you rung, please to appoint it.

madam, I was in hopes your ladyship had been Sir F. Ah, cousin! I doubt I am obliged to you finely composed. for it.

Lady T. Composed! why I have iain in an inn Man. Come, come, Sir Francis, take it as you find here; this house is worse than an inn with ten it. Obedience in a wife is a good thing, though it stage coaches: what between my lord's impertiwere never so wonderful! And now, sir, we have nent people of business in a morning, and the innothing to do but to dispose of this gentleman. tolerable thick sboes of footmen at noon, one has

Count B. Mr. Manly; sir, I hope you won't ruin not a wink all night. me!

Mrs. T. Indeed, madam, it's a great pity my lord

can't be persuaded into the hours of people of quality; though I must say that, madam, your ladyship is certainly the best matrimonial manager in town.

I

Lady T. Oh! you are quite mistaken, Trusty! manage very ill; for, notwithstanding all the power I have, by never being overlond of my lord; yet I want money infinitely oftener than he is willing to give it me.

Mrs. T. Ah! if his lordship could but be brought to play himself, madam, then he might feel what it is to want money.

Lady T. Oh, don't talk of it! Do you know that I am undone, Trusty?

Mrs. T. Mercy forbid, madam!

Lady T. Broke, ruined, plundered!-stripped, even to a confiscation of my last guinea!

Mrs T. You don't tell me so, madam!

Lady T. And where to raise ten pounds in the world-What is to be done, Trusty?

Mrs. T. Truly, I wish I were wise enough to tell you, madam; but maybe your ladyship may have a run of better fortune upon some of the good company that comes here to-night.

Lady T. But I have not a single guinea to try my fortune.

Mrs. T. Ha! that's a bad business indeed, madam. Adad, I have a thought in my head, madam, if it is not too late[thee.

Lady T. Out with it quickly, then, I beseech Mrs. T. Has not the steward something of fifty pounds, madam. that you left in his hands to pay somebody about this time?

Lady T. Oh, ay; I had forgot-'twas to a-what's his filthy name?

Mrs. T. Now I remember, madam, 'twas to Mr. Lutestring, your old mercer, that your ladyship turned off about a year ago, because he would trust you no longer.

Lady T. The very wretch! If he has not paid it, run quicky, dear Trusty, and bid him bring it hither immediately. [Exit Trusty. Well, sure mortal woman never had such fortune! five, five and nine, against poor seven for ever! No, after that horrid bar of my chance, that Lady Wronghead's. fatal red fist upon the table, I saw it was impossible ever to win another stake. Sit up all nightlose all one's money-dream of winning thousands -wake without a shilling! and then-How like a hag I look! In short, the pleasures of life are not worth this disorder. If it were not for shame now, I could almost think Lady Grace's sober scheme not quite so ridiculous. If my wise lord could but hold his tongue for a week, 'tis odds but I should hate the town in a fortnight; but I will not be driven out of it, that's positive.

Enter MRS. TRUSTY.

Mrs. T. Oh, madam, there's no bearing of it! Mr. Lutestring was just let in at the door, as I came to the stair-foot; and the steward is now actually paying him the money in the hall.

Lady T. Run to the staircase head again, and scream to him that I must speak with him this instant. (Mrs. Trusty runs out and speaks.)

Mrs. T. (Within.) Mr. Poundage!-a-hem! Mr. Poundage, a word with you quickly!

Pound. (Within.) I'll come to you presently! Mrs. T. (Within.) Presently won't do, man; you must come this minute [money here. Pound. (Within.) 1 am but just paying a little Mrs. T. (Within.) Ods my life, paying money! Is the man distracted? Come here, I tell you, to my lady, this moment-quick!

Re-enter MRS. TRUSTY. Lady T, Will the monster come, or no?

Mrs. T. Yes, I hear him now, nadam; he is hobbling up as fast as he can.

Lady T. Don't let him come in; for he will keep such a babbling about his accounts; my brain is not able to bear him. (Poundage enters with a moneybag in hand.)

Mrs. T. Oh! 'tis well you are come, sir! where's the fifty pounds?

Pound. Why, here it is: if you had not been in such haste, I should have paid it by this time; the man's now writing a receipt below for it.

Mrs. T. No matter; my lady says you must not pay him with that money; there's not enough, it seems: there's a pistole and a guinea that is not good in it; besides, there is a mistake in the account, too. (Twitching the bag from him.) But she is not at leisure to examine it now: so you must bid Mr. What-d'ye-call-um call another time.

Lady T. What is all that noise there?
Pound. Why, and it please your ladyship-

Lady T. Pr'ythee, don't plague me now; but do as you were ordered. [Exit.

Pound. Nay, what your ladyship pleases, madam. Mrs. T. There they are, madam. (Pours the money out of the bag.) The pretty things-were so near falling into a nasty tradesman's hands, I protest it made me tremble for them! I fancy your ladyship had as good give me that bad guinea, for luck's sake-Thank you, ma'am. (Takes a guinea.)

Lady T. Why, I did not bid you take it.

Mrs. T. No; but your ladyship looked as if you were just going to bid me; and so I was willing to save you the trouble of speaking, madam.

Lady T. Well, thou hast deserved it; and so, for once-(Noise Without.) But, hark! don't I hear the man malsing a noise yonder? Mrs T. I'll listen.

Lady T. Pr'ythee do.

Mrs T. Ay, they are at it, madam! he's in a bitter passion with poor Poundage. Bless me! I believe he'll beat him (A man's voice_without.) I won't swear, but d― me if I don't have my money.

Mrs T. Mercy on us, how the wretch swears! Lady T. And a sober citizen, too! that's a shame.

see.

Mrs. T. Ha! I think all's silent, of a sudden-may be the porter has knocked him down; I'll step and [Exit. Lady T. These tradespeople are the troublesomest creatures! No words will satisfy them! Re-enter MRS. TRUSTY.

Mrs. T. Oh, madam! undone! undone! My lord has just bolted out upon the man, and is hearing all his pitiful story over: if your ladyship pleases to come hither, you may hear him yourself.

Lady T. No matter; it will come round presently; I shall have it from my lord, without losing a word by the way, I'll warrant you. [iu! Mrs. T Oh, lud, madam! here's my lord coming Lady T. Do you get out of the way, then.

[Exit Mrs. Trusty. I am afraid I want spirits; but he will soon give them me.

Enter LORD TOWNLY.

Lord T. How comes it, madam, that a tradesman dares be clamorous in my house, for money due to him from you?

Lady T. You don't expect my lord, that I should answer for other people's impertinence.

Lord. T. I expect, madam, you should answer for your own extravagancies, that are the occasion of it; I thought I had given you money, three months ago, to satisfy all these sort of people. [satisfied.

Lady T. Yes; but you see they never are to bo

naces.

Lord T. Nor am I, madam, longer to be abused Lady T. My lord, you may proceed as you please; thus. What's become of the last five hundred I but pray what indiscretions have I committed, Lady T. Gone.

[gave you that are not daily practised by a hundred other Lord T. Gone! what way, madam ? [time. women of quality ? Lady T. Half the town over, I believe, by this Lord T. "l'is not the number of ill wives, madam,

Lord T. 'Tis well; I see ruin will make no im- that makes the patience of a husband less contemppression, till it falls upon you.

tible; and though a bad one may be the best man's Lady T. In short my lord, if money is always the lot, yet he'll make a better figure in the world, that subject of our conversation, I shall make you no keeps his misfortunes out of doors, than he that answer.

tamely keeps them within. Lord T. Madam, madam, I will be heard, and Lady T. I don't know what figure you may make, make you answer.

my lord; but I shall have no reason to be ashamed Lady T. Make me! Then I must tell you, my of mine, in whatever company I may meet you. lord, this is a language I have not been used to, Lord T. Be sparing of your spirit, madam; you'll and I won't bear it.

need it to support you. Lord T. Come, come, madam, you shall bear a Enter LADY GRACE and MANLY. great deal more, before I part with you.

Mr. Manly, I have an act of friendship to beg of Laily T. My lord, if you insult me, you shall you, which wants more apologies than words can hare as much to bear on your side, I can assure make for it. you.

Man. Then pray make none, my lord, that I may Lord T. Pooh! your spirit grows ridiculous !- have the greater merit in obliging you. you have neither honour, worth, or innocence to Lord T. Sister, I have the same excuse to entreat support it.

of you too. Lady T. You'll find at least, I have resentment; Lady G. To your request, I beg, my lord. and do you look well to the provocation.

Lord T. Thus, then, as you both were present at Lord T, After those you have given me, madam, my ill-considered marriage, I now desire you each 'tis almost infamous to talk with you,

will be a witness of my determined separation. I Lady T. I scorn your imputation and your me- know, sir, your good nature and my sister's, must

The narrowness of your heart is your mon- be shocked at the office I impose on you; but as I itor-'tis there, there, my lord, you are wounded; don't ask your justification of my cause, so I hope you have less to complain of than many husbands you are conscious that an ill woman can't reproach of an equal rank with you.

you, if you are silent on her side. Lord T. Death, madam! do you presume upon Man. My lord, I never thought, till now, it could your corporeal merit, that your person's less tainted be difficult to oblige you. than your mind? Is it there, there alone, an honest Lord T. For you, my Lady Townly, I need not husband can be injured? Have you not every other here repeat the provocations of my parting with vice that can debase your birth, or stain the heart you the world, I fear, is too well informed of of woman? Is not your health, your beauty, hus- them. For the good lord, your dead father's sake, band, fortune, family disclaimed-for nights con- I will still support you as his daughter. As the sumed in riot and extravagance? The wanton does Lord Townly's wife, you have had every thing a no more-if she conceals her shame, does less; fond husband could bestow, and to our mutual and sure the dissolute avowed, as sorely wrongs shame I speak it, more than happy wives desire. my honour and my quiet.

But those indulgencies must end; state, equipage, Lady T. I see, my lord, what sort of a wife might and splendonr, but ill become the vices that misuse please you.

them. The decent necessaries of life shall be supLord T. Ungrateful woman! could you have plied, but not one article to luxury, not even the seen yourself, you in yourself had seen her. I am coach, that waits to carry you from hence, shall amazed our legislature has left no precedent of a you ever use again. Your tender aunt, my Lady divorce, for this more visible injury, this adultery Lovemore, with tears, this morning, has consented of the mind, as well as that of the person! When to receive you; where, if time and your condition a woman's whole heart is alienated to pleasures I bring you to a due reflection, your allowance shall have no share in, what is it to me, whether a black be increased; but if you still are lavish of your ace, or a powdered coxcomb, has possession of it? little, or pine for past licentious pleasures, that

Lady T. If you have not found it yet, my lord, little shall be less; nor will I call that soul my this is not the way to get possession of mine, de- friend that names you in my hearing. Oh, Manly, pend upon it.

look there! turn back thy thoughts with me, and Lord T. That, madam, I have long despaired of; witness to my growing love. There was a time, and, since our happiness cannot be mutual, 'tis fit when I believed that form incapable of vice or of that, with our hearts, our persons too should sepa- decay; there I proposed the partner of an easy rate.

This house you sleep no more in; though home; there I for ever hoped to find a cheerful your content might grossly feed upon the dis- companion, a faithful friend, an useful helpmate, honour of a husband, yet my desires would starve and a tender mother: but, oh, how bitter now the upon the features of a wife.

disappointment! Lady T. Your style, my lord, is much of the same Man. The world is different in its sense of hapdelicacy with your sentiments of honour!

piness; offended as you are, I know you will still Lord T. Madam, madam, this is no time for com- be just. pliments-1 have done with you.

Lord T. Fear me not. Lady T. Done with me! If we had never met, my Man. This last reproach, I see, has struck her. lord, I had not broke my heart for it, but have a (Aside.) care;

I may not perhaps, be so easily recalled as Lord T. No, let me not, (though I this moment you may imagine.

cast her from my heart for ever,) let me not urge Lord T. Recalled? Who's there?

her punishment beyond her crimes. I know the Enter WILLIAMS.

world is fond of any tale that feeds its appetite of Desire my sister and Mr. Manly to walk up.

scandal; and as I am conscious severities of this [Erit Williams, 1 kind seldom fail of imputations too gross to mer

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