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Fanny. Oh, Lord, your honour-[Mervin kisses her.] Pray don't-kiss me again.

Nervin. Again, and again-There's a thought come into my head.—Theodosia will certainly have no objection to putting on the dress of a sister of mine. So, and so only, we might escape to-nightThis girl, for a little money, will provide us with necessaries.

Funny. Dear gracious! I warrant you, now, I am as red as my petticoat: why would you royster and touzle one so ?-If Ralph was to see you, he'd be as jealous as the vengeance !

Mervin. Hang Ralph! Never mind him. There's a guinea for thee. Fanny. What! a golden guinea ?

Mervin. Yes; and if thou art a good girl, and do as I desire thee, thou shalt have twenty.

Fanny. Ay, but not all gold?
Mervin. As good as that is.
Fanny. Shall I, though, if I do as you bids me?
Mervin. You shall.

Fanny. Precious heart !-He's a sweet gentleman! Icod, I have a great mind

Mervin. What art thou thinking about?
Fanny. Thinking, your honour? Ha! ha! ha!
Mervin. Indeed! so merry ?

Fanny. I don't know what I am thinking about, not I-Ha! ha! ha!-Twenty guineas !

Meroin. I tell thee thou shalt have them.
Fanny. Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
Mervin. By Heaven, I am serious !

Fanny. Ha ! ha! ha!-Why, then, I'll do whatever your honour pleases.

Mervin, Stay here a little, to see that all keeps quiet: you'll find me. presently at the mill, where we'll talk farther,

AIR.

Yes, 'lis decreed, thou maid divine.

I must, I will, possess thee:
Oh, what delight, within my arms to press thee!

To kiss and call thee mine!
Let me this only bliss enjoy ;
That ne'er can waste, that ne'er can cloy:
All other pleasures I resign.

Why should we dally;

Stand shilly-shally?
Let fortune smile or frown,

Love will attend us ;

Love will befriend us ;
And all our wishes crown.

[Exit.

Enter RALPH.

Fanny. What a dear, kind soul he is!--Here comes Ralph I can tell him, unless he makes me his lawful wife, as he has often said he would, the devil a word more shall he speak to me!

Ralph. So, Fan, where's the gentleman ?

Fanny. How should I know where he is ?-what do you ask me for?

Ralph. There's no harm in putting a civil question, be there? Why you look as cross and ill-natured

Fanny. Well, mayhap I do, and mayhap I have wherewithal for it.

Ralph. Why, has the gentleman offered any thing uncivil ?-'Ecod, I'd try a bout as soon as look at him.

Fanny. He offer !-no, he's a gentleman, every inch of him : but you are sensible, Ralph, you have been promising me, a great while, this, and that, and t'other; and, when all comes to all, I don't see but you are like the rest of them.

Ralph. Why, what is it I have promised ?

Funny. To marry me in the church, you have, a hundred times.

Ralph. Well, and mayhap I will, if you'll have patience.

Fanny. Patience me no patience; you may do it now if you please

Ralph. Well, but suppose I don't please; I tell you, Fan, you're a fool, and want to quarrel with your bread and butter; I have had anger enow from feyther already, upon your account, and you want me to come by more--As I said, if you have patience, mayhap things may fall out, and mayhap not.

Fanny. With all my heart then; and, now I know your mind, you may go hang yourself.

Ralph. Ay, ay !
Fanny. Yes, you may; who cares for you?

Ralph. Well, and who cares for you, an you go to that?

Fanny. A menial feller! Go, mind your mill and your drudgery ; I don't think you worthy to wipe my shoes,-feller!

Ralph. Nay, but Fan, keep a civil tongue in your head-Odds flesh! I would fain know what fly bites all of a sudden now.

Fanny. Marry come up! the best gentlemen's sons in the country have made me proffers; and if one is a miss, be a miss to a gentleman, I say, that will give one fine clothes, and take one to see the show, and put money in one's pocket.

Ralph. Whu-whu-[Fanny hits him a Slap.] What's that for?

Funny. What do you whistle for then? Do you think I am a dog?

Ralph. Never trust me, Fan, if I have not a mind to give you, with this switch in my hand here, as good a lacing

Fanny. Touch me, if you dare : touch me, and I'll swear my life against you.

Ralph. A murrain! with her damn'd little fist as hard as she could draw! · Fanny. Well, it's good enough for you: I'm not necessitated to take up with the impudence of such a low-lived monkey as you are.—A gentleman's my friend, and I can have twenty guineas in my hand, all as good as this is.

Ralph. Belike from this Londoner, eh?

Fanny. Yes, from him-so you may take your promise of marriage; I don't value it that--[Spits.] and if you speak to me, I'll slap your chops again.

AIR.

Ļord, sir, you seem mighty uneasy;

But I the refusal can bear:
I warrant I shall not run crazy,

. Nor die in a fit of despair.
If so you suppose, you're mistaken ;

For, sir, for to let you to know,
I'm not such a maiden forsaken,

But I have two strings to my bow. (Exit, Ralph. Indeed! Now, I'll be judged by any soul living in the world, if ever there was a viler piece of treachery than this here; there is no such a thing as a true friend upon the face of the globe, and so I have said a hundred times ! A couple of base, deceitfulafter all my love and kindness shown. Well, I'll be revenged; see an I ben't-Master Marvint, that's his name, an he do not sham it: he has come here and disguised unself; whereof 'tis contrary to law so to do: besides I do partly know why he did it; and I'll fish out the whole conjuration, and go up to the castle, and tell every syllable; a sha'n't carry a wench from me, were he twenty times the mon he is, and

twenty times to that again, and moreover than so, the first time I meet un, I'll knock un down, tho't 'twas before my lord himself; and he may capias me for it afterwards an he wull.

AIR.

As they count me such a niny,

So to let them rule the roast,
I'll bet any one a guinea

They have scored without their host.
But if I don't show them in lieu of it,

A trick that's fairly worth two of it,
Then let me pass for a fool and an ass.
To be sure yon sly cajoler

Thought the work as good as done,
When he found the little stroller

Was so easy to be won.
But if I don't show him in lieu of it,
A trick that's fairly worth two of it,
Then let me pass for a fool or un ass.

[Exit.

SCENE III.

A Room in the Mill; two Chairs, with a Table, and

a Tankard of Beer. Enter FAIRFIELD and LORD AIMWORTH. Fair. Oh the goodness, his lordship's honour-you are come into a littered place, my noble sir-the arm-chair-will it please your honour to repose you on this, till a better

Lord A. Thank you, Miller, there's no occasion

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