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John. I believe so, but can't tell for certain, indeed, madam.

Mrs, Oak. Believe, and suppose !-and don't know, and can't tell!- You are all fools. Go about your business. (John going.] Come here. [Returns.] Go to the Major's,-10,-it does not signify-go along(John going.)-Yes, harkye, [Returns.] go to the Major's, and see if your master is there

John. Give your compliments, madam ?

Mrs. Oak. My compliments, blockhead! Get along [John going.] Come hither. [Returns,] Can't you go to the Major's, and bring me word if Mr. Oakly is there, without taking any further notice?

John. Yes, ma'am.

Mrs. Oak. Well, why don't you go, thep? And make haste back. And, d'ye hear, John.

[John going, returns. John. Madam! Mrs. Oak. Nothing at all go along—[John goes.] How uneasy Mr. Oakly makes me !-Harke, John!

[John returns. John. Madam! Mrs. Oak. Send the porter here. John. Yes, madam.

[Exit. Toil. So, she's in a rare humour! I shall have a fine time on't.-[Aside. ]—-Will your ladyship choose to dress ?

Mrs. Oak. Prythee, creature, don't tease me with your fiddle-faddle stuff—I have a thousand things to think of.-_Where is the porter? why has not that booby sent him? What is the meaning

Enter John. John. Madam, my master is this moment returned, with Major Oakly, and my young master, and the lady that was here yesterday.

Mrs. Oak. Very well. [Exit John.] Returned—yes,

truly, he is returned and in a very extraordinary manner. This is setting me at open defiance. But I'll go down, and show them I have too much spirit to endure such úsage.-[Going.] Or, stay-I'll not go amongst his company-I'll go out- Toilet!

Toil. Ma'am! Mrs. Oak. Order the coach ; I'll go out. [TOILET going.] Toilet, stay,--I'll e’en go down to them No- Toilet !

Toil. Ma'am! Mrs. Oak. Order me a boiled chicken I'll not go down to dinner I'll dine in my own room, and sup there— I'll not see his face these three days. (Exeunt.

Scenė III Another Room. Enter OAKLY, MAJOR OAKLY, CHARLES, and HARRIẾT.

Charles. My dear Harriet, do not make yourself so uneasy.

Har. Alas! I have too much cause for my uneasiness. Who knows what that vile lord has done with my father?

Oak. Be comforted, madam; we shall soon hear of Mr. Russet, and all will be well, I dare say.

Har. You are too good to me, sir; I shall never forgive myself, for having disturbed the peace of such a worthy family.

Maj. Don't mind that, madam : they'll be very good friends again. This is nothing among married people 'Sdeath, here she is !-No,-it's only Mrs. Toilet.

Enter TOILET. Oak. Well, Toilet, what now? [TOILET whispers.) Not well?-Can't come down to dinner?- Wants to see me above -Harkye, brother, what shall I đo?

Maj. If you go, you are undone.

Hgr. Go, sir, go to Mrs. Oakly--Indeed you had better-

Maj. Sdeath, brother, don't budge a foot—This is all fractiousness and ill humour-

Oak. No, I'll not go-Tell her, I have company, and we shall be glad to see her here. (Exit Toilet. Maj. That's right. Oak. Suppose I go and watch how she proceeds?

Maj. What d'ye mean? You would not go to her ? are you mad ?

Dak. By no means go to her-I only want to know how she takes it. I'll lie perdue, in my study, and observe her motions.

Maj. I don't like this pitiful ambuscade work—this bush fighting. Why can't you stay here?-Ay, ay ! I know how it will be--She'll come bounce in upon you with a torrent of anger and passion, or, if necessary, a whole flood of tears, and carry all before her at once.

Oak. You shall find that you are mistaken, Major. Now I am convinced I'm in the right, I'll support that · right with ten times your steadiness.

Maj. You talk this well, brother.
Oak. I'll do it well, brother.
Maj. If you don't, you are undone.
Oak. Never fear, never fear.

[Exit. Maj. Well, Charles.

Charles. I can't bear to see my Harriet so uneasy. I'll go immediately in quest of Mr. Russet. Perhaps I may learn at the inn where his lordship’s ruffians have carried him.

Rus. [Without.] Here! Yes, yes, I know she's here well enough. Come along, Sir Harry, come along.

Har. He's here! My father, I know his voice. Where is Mr. Oakly? O, now, good sir, [To the MAJOR.] do but pacify him, and you'll be a friend indeed.

Enter Russet, Lord TRINKET, and Sir Harry Beagle. Lord T. There, sir, I told you it was so !

Rus. Ay, ay, it is too plain.- you provoking slut! Elopement after elopement! And at last to have your father carried off by violence! to endanger my life! Zounds! I am so angry, I dare not trust myself within reach of you.

Charles. I can assure you, sir, that your daughter is entirely

Rus. You assure me? You are the fellow that has perverted her mind - That has set my own child against me

Charles. If you will but hear me, sir

Rus. I won't hear a word you say. I'll have my daughter I won't hear a word.

Maj: Nay, Mr. Russet, hear reason. If you will but have patience

Rus. I'll have no patience, I'll have my daughter, and she shall marry Sir Harry to-night.

Lord T. That is dealing rather too much en cavalier with me, Mr. Russet, 'pon honour. You take no notice of my pretensions, though my rank and family

Rus. What care I for rank and family? I don't want to make my daughter a rantipole woman of quality. I'll give her to whom I please. Take her away, Sir Harry; she shall marry you to-night. - Maj. Only three words, Mr. Russet.

Rus. Why don't the booby take her?

Sir H. Hold hard! Hold hard! You are all on 3 wrong scent; Hold hard! I say, hold hard !--Harkye, 'Squire Russet.

Rus. Well? what now?

Sir H. It was proposed, you know, to match me with Miss HarrietBut she can't take kindly to me.When one has made a bad bet, it is best to hedge off, you know and so I have e'en swopped her with Lord Trinket here for his brown horse, Nabob.

Rus. Swopped her? Swopped my daughter for a horse! Zounds, sir, what d’ye mean?

Sir H. Mean? Why I mean to be off, to be sure-It won't do—I tell you, it won't do- First of all I knocked up myself and my horses, when they took for London—and now I have been stewed aboard a tender-I have wasted three stone at least- If I could have rid my match it would not have grieved me And so, as I said before, I have swopped her for Nabob.

Rus. The devil take Nabob, and yourself, and Lord Trinket, and

Lord T. Pardon! je vous demande pardon, Monsieur Russet, 'pon honour.

Rus. Death and the devil! I shall go distracted ! My daughter plotting against me—the

Maj. Come, come, Mr. Russet, I am your man after all. Give me but a moment's hearing, and I'll engage to make peace between you and your daughter, and throw the blame where it ought to fall most deservedly.

Sir H. Ay, ay, that's right. Put the saddle on the right horse, my buck!

Rus. Well, sir-What d’ye say?-Speak I don't know what to do.'

Maj. I'll speak the truth, let who will be offended by it.--I have proof presumptive and positive for you, Mr. Russet. From his lordship's behaviour at Lady Freelove's, when my nephew rescued her, we may fairly conclude that he would stick at no measures to carry his point-there's proof presumptive.-But, sir, we can give you proof positive too-proof under his lordship’s own hand, that he, likewise, was the contriver of the gross affront that has just been offered you.

Rus. Hey! how?

Lord T. Every syllable romance, 'pon honour. VOL. I.

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