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of wenching, “and running a muck after the exorbi“ tant desires and lusts of the flesh."
Mode. Faith, my friend, barbarous as thou art, I have a heart that yet relents for thee, tho' thou art thus unkind: I would not live, methinks, to see thee hen-peck'd round the parish, hunted like a craven by a pullet of thy own dunghill: No, free thyself like a man---Burn powder first, faith do ; dispatch an ounce of lead thro’ thy unthinking pia mater, and sleep quietly once for all.
Free. He raves, poor man, he raves.
Flora. Send for the parson quickly, before his reason fails. He looks very wildly.
Heart. Ay--- he may try at least to make him fcel.
Free. Ah- Iam afraid his conscience is very cal. lous.
Heart. Suppose we send for a doctor and a sur. geon
Free. And breathe a vein, and purge, and shave -Where's Sir John ?-
Mode. Pox o' the parson, the doctor, the surgeon, Sir John, and all of you. What, Mr. Constable, am I to be set up here, like a shrove-tide cock, to be pelted by every clown in the hundred?
Enter Sir John. Sir John. Give you joy, cousin Betty, give you joy : codso, you prog very well for yourself.--I did not know you went a husband-hunting all this while Give you joy, Sir, give you joy! what, you have stolen a fortune and did not know it; very good, very good.
Heart. An accident only, Sir John; I was walking in the fields, when å star shot and took me up into its orb.
Sir John. That is nonsense---but 'tis pretty, very pretty. Come, gentlemen, what will you drink? What will you drink? Codso! Where is Tim? Where i's Tim > Odd, we will be very merry; I'am heartily glad of this affair; every man shall buy a pair of new lungs; we'll shut ourselves up, remove the cellår into the great hall, and make one continual roar that shall last a twelvemonth.
Heart. Sir, here's an angry person, an acquaintance of mine, who has committed a gentleman's murder, and is in great haste for his Mittimus; pray dispatch him.
Sir John. Codso, I am sorry for it'; pray let me know the case.
Enter Constable with AURA prisoner. Const. An' it please your worship, here's another vagrom that we have taken upon disposition of his con. cerns in the said murder, and so having pistols in his pockets, we ha'brought him afore your worship.
Sir John. Bring him nearer; shew me his face. Codso, a pretty young fellow ! let me look at him. What! how! Madam Aura, as I live! What whim, what chimera, what adventure put thee into this habit?
Mode. Ha !--- Aura !---alive too, in my little Hector's clothes, I vow to gad---Tol, lol, dol, lol — Hark'e, my little reprobate bully--- I am surprisingly rejoiced to see thee; faith I am! Buss! Gad, I never was so much in love with thee in my life.
Aurą. Will you ravish me again, Mr. Modely ?--Huh. Odd if you do, I'll swinge you.
Mode. Heartwell, how dost ? Madam Flora, your most obedient---Joy, Madam, joy! Freehold, faith, thou art a very clever old gentleman---Sir John, I rejoice to see you---I am prodigiously pleased, in troth; I was in a horrible cold sweat just now, tho' my proud heart would not own it.
Flora. Ah, if they could but frighten you into so.
Mode. I should sink into a husband; tho' faith, I find a strange stir within me about that whimsical girl there: hark'e, Madam, dare you venture upon a rake, in full assurance (as some ladies have) that your charms will reduce him ?
Aura. And so fall a martyr to my pride instead of my yirtue.
Free. Hold, Sir, I have some interest here, and I don't think you tame enough yet to be marry'dBut if the girl is foolish enough to venture, why let
a ditch, she can't complain of her guide.
Aura. Indeed I shall not give you that opportunity of being reveng'd.
Mode. Perhaps the punishment may be mine; try me, trust me, since I can have you no other way.
Aura. I tell you, Sir ; you must, before I dare give credit to you, serve me faithfully at least two whole months together, and then if we like one another as well as we do now W hy, we'll settle our fortunes and our inclinations
Mode. And jog on in the road of our fathers.
Flora. I am sorry to hear your misfortune ; in our absence, it seems, the house was robbed. [To Sir John.
Sir John. Codso! Ay, ay, a villanous story, cousin. The Duke of Gasconade lay here last night; ay, his grace did me the honour-.-But he was most barbarously treated. I am in hopes of catching 'em: if I do
Enter LURCHER to Sir John.
Sir John. Well, what have you to say? I am very busy. What would you have, friend ?
Lurch. Had not you a man of quality lodg'd in your house last night?
Sir John. Yes, I had, Sir; and what then? 'what then ?
Lurch. You have a nephew.
Sir John. And you are he! Ay, 'tis so, 'tis so; why? I am struck dumb, ay, really, quite speechlessWhy, could a man who looked so like quality, d’ve sée-Well, well, 'tis an impudent age, a very impu. dent age, and verily thou art the most impudent fele low in it-Codso, I'll have thee hanged in thy blue. garter and Bristol stones for a theatrical peer as thou art.
Lurch. Please to hear me one word, Sir. Sir John. Ay, ay,---I am your grace's most obe. dient humble servant, and return you my most hearty thanks for the particular favours you have bestowed on the most unworthy of your creatures : hark ye, poltroon, did you never hear of Scandalum Magnatum, and so forth? But what can you say for yourself now,
Lurch. Sir, I say, that uncommon generosity with which you treated me, under that feigned character I bore, struck so warmly upon my inind, I could not bear the compunction I felt even from my success; and thus I throw myself upon your mercy, am ready to restore all I have wrong'd you of, and only beg your forgiveness.
Sir John. This is frankly done, very generously done, indeed- In troth, the rogue touches me, he has almost brought tears into my eyes; I profess he has What shall I do ?
[ Aside. Lurch. Necessity drove hard---My creditors threatened me hourly with a gaol---Nature prompted me to struggle with every difficulty ; if you can have a favourable thought of me
Sir John. I profess the young knave has conquered ---I profess he has [Turning to Lurcher. ] Well, Dick, “ well, if I should venture to restore you to “ my family, what security shall I have you won't « return to these evil ways again, Dick ?"