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Lord Abb. You've guess'd it; such a divine, delicious little devil, lurks in my heart; Glendower himself could not exercise her: I am possessed; and from the hour I saw her by surprise, I have been plotting methods how to meet her; a lucky opening offers; the mine is laid, and Bridgemore's visit is the signal for springing it.

Dr. Druid. Pridgemore's!-How so?

Lord Abb. Why, 'tis with him she lives; what else could make it difficult, and what but difficulty could make me pursue it? They prudently enough would have concealed her from me; for who can think of any other, when Miss Aubrey is in sight!-But hark they're come; I must escape.- -Now, love and fortune stand my friends ! [Exit.

Dr. Druid. Pless us, what hastes and hurries he is in! and all for some young hussy.-Ah! he'll never have a proper relish for the venerable antique: I never shall bring down his mercury to touch the proper freezing point, which that of a true virtuoso ought to stand at: sometimes, indeed, he will contemplate a beautiful statue, as if it was a ooman; never could persuade him to look upon a beautiful ooman, as if she was a statue.

Enter BRIDGEMORE, Mrs. BRIDGEMORE, and Lu

CINDA.

Bridge. Doctor, I kiss your hands; I kiss your hands, good Doctor.-How these nobles live! Zooks, what a swinging chamber!

Mrs. Bridge. Why, Mr. Bridgemore, sure you think yourself in Leatherseller's-hall.

Luc. Pray, recollect yourself, papa; indeed this is not Fish-street-hill.

Bridge. I wish it was; I'd soon unhouse this trumpery; I'd soon furnish it with better goods.-Why, this profusion, child, will turn your brain.

Mrs. Bridge. Law, how you stand and stare at things! stoopping in the hall to count the servants; gaping at the lustre there, as if you'd swallow it.→→→ I suppose our daughter, when she's a woman of quality, will behave as other women of quality do.Lucinda, this is Dr. Druid, Lord Abberville's travelling tutor, a gentleman of very ancient family in North Wales.

Luc. So it should seem, if he's the representative of it.

Dr. Druid. Without flattery, Mrs. Pridgemore, Miss has very much the behaviours of an ooman of quality already.

Mrs. Bridge. Come, sir, we'll join the company, Lord Abberville will think us late.

Dr. Druid. Yes, truly, he's impatient for our com, ing; but you shall find him not at home.

Mrs. Bridge. How I not at home?

Luc. A mighty proof of his impatience, truly. Dr. Druid. Why, 'twas some plaguy business took him out; but we'll dispatch it out of hand, and wait upon you quickly.

Bridge. Well, business-business must be done.

Mrs. Bridge. I thought my lord had been a man of fashion, not of business.

Luc. And so he is; a man of the first fashion; you cannot have a fresher sample :-the worst gallant in nature is your maccaroni; with the airs of a coquette, you meet the manners of a clown: fear keeps him in some awe before the men, but not one spark of passion has he at heart, to remind him of the ladies.

Mrs. Bridge. Well, we must make our curtsies above stairs-Our card was from Lady Caroline: I suppose she is not from home, as well as her brother. Dr. Druid. Who waits there?-Shew the ladies up. Bridge. Ay, ay, go up and shew your clothes; I'll chat with Dr. Druid here below. [Exeunt Mrs. Bridge. and Luc.] I love to talk with men that know the world-they tell me, sir, that you have travelled it all over.

Dr. Druid. Into a pretty many parts of it.

Bridge. Well, and what say you, sir? You're glad to be at home; nothing, I warrant, like old England. Ah! what's France, and Spain, and Burgundy, and Flanders? No-Old England for my money; 'tis worth all the world besides.

Dr. Druid. Your pelly says as much:-'twill fill the pot, but starve the prain; 'tis full of corn, and sheep, and villages, and people :-England, to the rest of the oorld, is like a flower-garden to a forest.

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Bridge. Well, but the people, sir;-what say you to the people?

Dr. Druid. Nothing; I never meddle with the hu

man species: man, living man, is no object of my curiosity-nor ooman neither; at least, Mr. Pridgemore, till she shall be made a mummies of.

Bridge. I understand you; you speak in the way of trade;-money's your object.

Dr. Druid. Money and trade !-I scorn them both; the beaten track of commerce I disdain to follow :I've traced the Oxus, and the Ton; traversed the Riphæan Mountains, and pierced into the inmost Tesarts of Kalmuc Tartary-follow trade indeed!-No, -I've followed the ravages of Kouli Chan with rapturous delight-there is the land of wonders! finely depopulated gloriously laid waste! fields without a hoof to tread them; fruits without a hand to gather them; with such a catalogue of pats, peetles, serpents, scorpions, caterpillars, toads,-Oh, 'tis a recreating contemplation to a philosophic mind!

Bridge. Out on them, filthy vermin! I hope you left them where you found them.

Dr. Druid. No, to my honour be it spoken, I have imported above fifty different sorts of mortal poisons into my native country.

Bridge. Lack-a-day, there's people enough at home can poison their native country.

Re-enter Mrs. BRIDGEMORE and LUCINDA.

So, ladies, have you finished your visit already.

Mrs. Bridge. We've made our curtsies, and come away.

Dr. Druid. Marry, the fates and the fortunes for bid that you should go till my lord comes back.

Luc. Why not?--If my lord treats me already with the freedom of a husband, shouldn't I begin to practise the indifference of a wife? [Exit. Dr. Druid. Well, but the supper, Mr. Pridgemore; you a citizen, and leave the supper?

Bridge. Your fifty mortal poisons have given me my supper:-scorpions, and bats, and toads-come, let's be gone.

Dr. Druid. Would they were in your pelly!

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

An Apartment in BRIDGEMORE's House. Enter Miss AUGUSTA AUBREY and TYRREL, and a Maid Servant with Lights.

Aug. How I am watched in this house you well know, Mr. Tyrrel; therefore you must not stay :-what you have done and suffered for my sake, I never can forget; and 'tis with joy I see you now, at last, surmount your difficulties, by the recovery of Lord Courtland may your life never be again exposed on

my account.

Tyr. I glory in protecting you ;-when he, or any other rake, repeats the like offence, I shall repeat the like correction. I am now going to my uncle Mor. timer, who does not know that I am in town. Life

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