nute in my own custody; so throw off your livery
this instant, and I'll go find a parson.

Arch. What said you? A parson !
Cher. What! do you scruple ?
Arch. Scruple! No, no, but-two thousand pounds,

you say?

Cher. And better.

Arch. 'Sdeath, what shall I do?-But harkye, child, what need


make me master of yourself and money,

when you may have the same pleasure out of me, and still keep your fortune in your own hands?

Cher. Then you won't marry me?
Arch. I would marry you, but-

Cher. O, sweet sir, I'm your humble servant; you're fairly caught: Would you persuade me that any gentleman, who could bear the scandal of wear. ing a livery, would refuse two thousand pounds, let the condition be what it would?-No, no, sir; but I hope you'll pardon the freedom I have taken, since it was only to inform myself of the respect that I ought to pay you.

(Going Arch. Fairly bit, by Jupiter !-Hold! hold! And have you actually two thousand pounds ?

Cher. Sir, I have my secrets as well as you—when you please to be more open, I shall be more free; and, be assured, that I have discoveries that will match yours, be they what they will. In the mean while, be satisfied that no discovery I make shall ever hurt you; but beware of my father

[Exit. Arch. So-we're like to have as many adventures in 'ur inn, as Don Quixotte had in his--Let me see two thousand pounds! if the wench would promise to die when the money were spent, egad, one would marry her ; but the fortune may go off in a year or two, and the wife may live--Lord knows how long ! then an innkeeper's daughter; ay, that's the devilthere my pride brings me off.

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For whatsoe'er the sages charge on pride,
The angels' fall, and twenty faults beside,
On earth, I'm sure, 'mong us of mortal calling,
Pride saves man oft, and woman too, from failing.




LADY BOUNTIFUL's House. Enter MRS. SULLEN and DORINDA. Mrs. Sul. Ha! ha! ha! my dear sister, let me embrace thee: now we are friends indeed; for I shall have a secret of yours, as a pledge for mine.

Dor. But do you think that I am so weak as to fall in love with a fellow at first sight?

Nirs. Sul. Pshaw! now you spoil all; why should not we be as free in our friendships as the men? I warrant you, the gentleman has got to his confidant already, has avowed his passion, toasted your health, and called you ten thousand angels.

Diir. Your hand, sister, I an't well.

Mrs. Sul. So-come, child, up with it-hem a little---s

---S0now, tell me, don't you like the gentleman that we saw at church just now ?

Dur. The ruan's well enough

Mrs. Sul. Well enough! Is he not a demigod, a Narcissus, a star, the man i'the moon ?

Dor. O, sister, I'm extremely ill.

Mrs. - ul. Come, unbosom yourself-the man is perfectly a pretty fellow; I saw him when he first came into church.

Dor. I saw him too, sister, and with an air that shone, methought, like rays about his person.

Mrs. Sul. Well said, up with it.

Dur. No forward coquette bebaviour, no airs to set himselt off, no studied looks nor artful posture,--but nature did it all. Mrs. Sul. Better and better

One touch more;


Dor. But, then his looks-Did you observe his eyes ?

Mrs. Sul. Yes, yes, I did-his eyes; well, what of his eyes?

Dur. Sprightly, but not wandering; they seemed to view, but never gazed on any ibing but me and then his looks so bumble were, and yet so noble, that they aimed to tell me, that he could with pride die at my feet, though he scorned slavery any where else.

Mrs. Sul. The physic works purely-How d'ye, find yourself now, my dear?

Dor. Hem! much better, my dear.-1), here comes our Mercury:

Enter SCRUB.

Well, Scrub, whal news of the gentleman ?

Scrub. Madam, I have brought you a whole packet of news.

Dor. Open it quickly; come.

Scrub. In the first place, I inquired who the gen: tleman was? They told me he was a stranger. Se. condly, I asked, what the gentleman was? They answered and said, that they never saw him before. Thirdly, I inquired what countryman he was? They replied, 'twas more than they knew. Fourthly, I demanded, whence he came? Their answer was, they could not tell. And, fifthly, I asked, whither be went? And they replied, they knew nothing of the matter.–And this is all I could learn. Mrs. Sul. But what do the people say? can't they


Scrub. Why, some think he's a spy; some guess he's a mountebank; some say one thing, some another ;--but, for my own part, I believe he's a jesuit.

Dor. A jesuit! Why a jesuit?

Scrub. Because he keeps his horses always ready saddled, and his footman talks French !

Mrs. Sul. His footman !

Scrubs. Ay; he and the Count's footman were jabbering French, like two intriguing ducks in a millpond : and, I believe, they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly.

Dor. What sort of livery has the footman?

Scru). Livery! lori, madam, I took him for a captain, he's so bedizened with lace: and then he has a silver-headed cane dangling at his knuckles-he carries his hands in his pockets, and walks just som [Walks in a French Air.] and has fine long hair, tied up in a bag. -Lord, madam, he's clear another sort of man than I.

Mrs. Sul. That may easily be-But what shall we do now, sister?

Dur. I have itThis fellow has a world of simplicity, and some cunning, the first hides the latter by abundance Scrub.

Scrub. Madam.

Dər. We have a great mind to know who this gentlenian is, only for our satisfaction,

Scrub. Yes, madam, it would be a satisfaction, no doubt.

Dor. You must go and get acquainted with his footman, and invite him hither to drink a bottle of your ale, because you are butler to-day,

Scrub. Yes, madam, I am butler every Sunday.

Mrs. Sul. O brave sister! o'my conscience, you understand the mathematics already-Tis the best plot in the world ;--your mother, you know, will be gone to church, my spouse will be got to the alehouse, with his scoundrels, and the house will be our

own-So we drop in by accident, and ask the fellow some questions ourselves. In the country, you know, any stranger is company, and we are glad to take up with a butler in a country dance, and happy if he'll do us the favour,

Surub. Oh, nadam ! you wrong me: I never refused your lady ship the favour in my life.


Gip. Ladies, dinner's


table. Dor. Scrub, we'll excuse your waiting-Go where we ordered you. Scrub. I shall.



The Inn.


Arch. Well, Tom, I find you are a marksman.

Aim. A marksman! who so blind could be as not discern a swan among the ravens ?

Arch. Well, but harkye, Aimwell--

Aim. Aimwell! call me Oroondates, Cesario, Amadis, all that romance can in a lover paint, and then I'll answer. O, Archer, I read her thousands in her looks! she looked like Ceres in her harvest; corn, wine, and oil, milk and honey; gardens, groves, and purling streams, played on her plentecus face.

Arch. Her face !-- lier pocket, you mean. The corn, wine, and oil, lies there. In short, she has twenty thousand pounds, that's the English on't.

Aim. Her eyes

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