a more complying humour, and try if she cannot serve me at present in some other capacity.—There are a good many gipsies hereabout, are there not?

Ralph. Softly-I bave a whole gang of them here in our barn ; I have kept them about the place these three months, and all on account of she.

Mervin. Really!

Ralph. Yea,- but for your life don't say a word of it to any christian-I am in love with her.

Meroin. Indeed !

Ralph. Feyther is as mad with me about it as Old Scratch; and I gets the plague and all of anger;

but I don't mind that.

Mervin. Well, friend Ralph, if you are in love, no doubt

you have some influence over your mistress : don't you think you could prevail upon her, and her companions, to supply me with one of their habits, and let me go up with them to-day to my Lord Aimworth's?

Rulph. Why, do you want to go a mumming? We never do that but in the Christmas holidays.

Mervin. No matter: manage this for me, and manage it with secrecy; and I promise you shall not go unrewarded.

Ralph. Oh! as for that, sir, I don't look for any thing; I can easily get you a bundle of their rags; but I don't know whether you'll prevail on them to go up to my lord's, because they're afraid of a big dog that's in the yard; but I'll tell you what I can do; I can go up before you, and have the dog fastened, for I know his kennel,

Mervin. That will do very well. [Exit Ralph.] — By means of this disguise, I shall probably get a sight of her; and I leave the rest to love and fortune.




Outside of the Mill. Enter PATTY, Ralph, Giles, and FANNY. Giles. So his lordship was as willing as the flowers in Maya and as I was coming along, who should I meet but your father-and he bid me run in all haste, and tell you for we were sure you would be deadly glad.

Patty. I know not what business you had to go to my lord's at all, Farmer.

Giles. Nay, I only did as I was desired Master Fairfield bid me tell you moreover, as how he would have you go up to my lord out of hand, and thank him.

Ralph. So she ought; and take off those clothes, and put on what's more becoming her station ; you know my father spoke to you of that this morning too.

Patty. Brother, I shall obey my father.




Lie still my heart; oh! fatal stroke,

That kills at once my hopes and me!
Miss Pat!


Nay, I only spoke :
Take couruge, mon, she dues but joke.

Come, sustir, somerhat kinder be.
This is a thing the most oddest ;

Some folks are so plaguily modest:
Were we in the case,
To be in their place,
We'd curry it off with a different

Thus I take her by the lily hand,
So soft and white.

Why, now that's right ;
And kiss her too, mon, never stand.


and Fanny. Giles.


What words can explain Patty My pleasuremy pain ? and

It presses, it rises, Giles. My heart it surprises ;

I can't keep it down, tho' I'd never so fain. Fanny. So here the play ends,

The lovers are friends;
Ralph. Hush !

-Tush !

Nah! Patty.

-Psha! All. What turments exceeding, what joys are above,

The pains and the pleasures that wait upon lore?




A Marble Portico, ornamented with Statues, which

opens from LORD AIMWORTH's House ; two Chairs near the Front.

Enter LORD AIMWORTH, reading. Lord A. In how contemptible a light would the situation I am now in show me to most of the fine men of the present age! In love with a country girl! rivalled by a poor fellow, one of my meanest tenants, and uneasy at it!

Enter Party. Patty. Now comes the trial : no, my sentence is already pronounced, and I will meet my fate with prudence and resolution.

Lord A. Who's there?
Patty. My lord !
Lord A. Patty Fairfield!

Patty. I humbly beg pardon, my lord, for pressing so abruptly into your presence, but I am come by my father's commands, to thank your lordship for all your favours.

Lord A. Favours, Patty! what favours ? I have done you none :-But why this metamorphosis ? I protest, if you had not spoke, I should not have known you: I never saw you wear such clothes as these in my mother's lifetime.

Patty. No, my lord; it was her ladyship's pleasure I should wear better, and, therefore, I obeyed; but it is now my duty to dress in a manner more suitable to my station and future prospects in life.

Lord A. I am afraid, Patty, you are too humble -come, sit down—nay, I will have it so. What is it I have been told to-day, Patty? It seems, you are going to be married ?

Patty. Yes, my lord.
Lord A. Well, and don't you



could have made a better choice than Farmer Giles? I should imagine your person, your accomplishments, might have entitled you to look higher.

Patty. Your lordship is pleased to overrate my little merit: the education I received in your family does not entitle me to forget my origin; and the farmer is my equal.

Lord A. In what respect ? the degrees of rank and fortune, my dear Patty, are arbitrary distinctions, unworthy the regard of those who consider justly: the

true standard of equality is seated in the mind; those who think nobly, are noble.

Patty. The farmer, my lord, is a very honest man.

Lord A. The farmer is an ill-bred, illiterate booby; and what happiness can you propose to yourself in such a society ?-Then, as to his person, I am sure --But, perhaps, Patty, you like him? and, if so, I am doing a wrong thing.

Patty. I hope, my lord, he has not incurred your displeasure

Lord A. That's of no signification.--Could I find as many good qualities in him as you do, perhaps But 'tis enough; he's a fellow I don't like; and, as you have a regard for him, I would have you advise him to provide himself with another farm.

Patty. My lord, I am very unfortunate.

Lord A. She loves him, 'tis plain :-come, Patty, don't cry » I would not willingly do any thing to make you uneasy.-Have you seen Miss Sycamore yet?- I suppose you know she and I are going to be married ?

Patty. So, I hear, my lord.—Heaven make you both happy!

Lord A. Thank you, Patty: I hope we shall be happy.

Patty. Upon my knees, upon my knees, I pray it ! may every earthly bliss attend you! may your days prove an uninterrupted course of delightful tranquillity! and your mutual friendship, confidence, and love, end but with your lives !

Lord A. Rise, Patty, rise; say no more: I suppose you'll wait upon Miss Sycamore before you go away-at present, I have a little business As I said, Patty, don't afflict yourself: I have been somewhat hasty with regard to the farmer ; but since I see how deeply you are interested in his affairs, I may possibly alter my designs with regard to him-You

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