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Tyr. In that discourse, do you recollect if she named Lord Abberville r Colin. I recollečt she said he was the source of her misfortunes. Tyr. Ay, did she say so much That’s guilty beyond doubt. Colin. You're right; it carries a damn'd guilty look; I wou’d ha’ take his fortune to father his faults. Tyr. Why you then give him up. Oh, 'tis too paipable l–But, pray, did she herself give you this letter fur me * Colin. With her own honds; gude faith, the heart within you wou’d ha'malled to have seen the manner of it. Tyr. That aggravates my torture l—Where was it you left her In what wretched habitation Colin. Hoot | no disparagement upon her habitation;
there’s nought of wretchedness about it: odzooks
she's with a lady of as gude a family 1–But you mun
Changes to Mrs. MACIN rosh’s House. Enter Mrs. M1A CIN To SH and TY k R. E. L.
Mrs. Mac. Well, Mr. Tyrrel, if you must and will be heard, you must ; but pray be short,-my time is precious.
Tyr. So is my peace of mind:—You've got a lady in your house has taken that from me i never shall recover,
Mrs. Mac. What is't you mean What lady have I in my house *
Tyr. Miss Aubrey,
Mrs. Mac. Miss Aubrey ! You mistake; I never heard the name.
Tyr. Come, you and I have long been friends: answer me truly,– does not Lord Abberville visit a lady here
Mrs. Mac. Well, if he does, what then?
Tyr. Why, then, that lady has undone ine; she has broke my heart. ,
Mrs Mac. Yes: but her name's not Aubrey; my lord calls her Somers. -
Tyr. Let my lord call her what he will, coin what
new name he pleases to elude iny search, still I must
a thing ; I thought you knew me better: violate a
trust – No, no, young man, that’s not my principle ;
Lord Abb. Tyrrel !—What brings you here This is no place of meeting; if you’ve any explanation to require upon Miss Aubrey's account, come to my house;—l answer nothing here.
Żyr. My lord, when I’m assured Miss Aubrey is in this house, and see you her visitor, I can interpret for myself.
Lord Abb. Miss Aubrey in this house ! You rave. Tyr. Come, 'tis in vain; your Scotchman told me so; your Mrs. Macintosh herself confessed it. Lord. Abb. Humph 1 after all, 'twould be a lucky hit, should this be true:—it may be so. [AsideTyr. If you require more witnesses to what Asay, here comes an indisputable one, Miss Aubrey herself.
. Enter Miss A U Gusta AUB Rey. Aug. Oh, Mr. Tyrrel, this is generous indeed 1 —Lord Abberville here too!—'tis what I dreaded. You have mischief in your minds; but, I beseech you, leave me to my misfortunes, nor cast away a thought upon a wretch like me. Tyr. Give me your answer first to these demands : Have you been wrong'd : Have you an accusation to prefer against this lord * or do you acquit him, and submit with patience to your situation Aug. I accuse no one; I submit with patience; I am content to be the only sufferer in this business, and earnestly intreat you to desist from any altercation with Lord Abberville on my account. Tyr. I’m satisfied; and shall religiously obey you. —Lord Abberville, I ask your pardon for this interruption; I never shall repeat it more. Aug. But are you going 2 Tyr. For ever.—Dangerous to behold you are ; therefore, before my fond, my foolish heart relapses into love, I’ll seize the resolution of the moment, and bid farewell to you for ever.
Aug. Astonishing 1 Lord Abb. There, madam, you perceive the love, the honour of that gentleman. Aug. Could I have thought this of him?—Now I'm truly wretched. Lord abb. No, madam, if my purse, my person, my assiduous ardent love, can fill the vacancy his falsehood makes, you’ve had no loss; dry up your tears, you’ve yet a friend; smile only on my wishes. Aug. No, my lord, no;—you've made me wretched, guilty you shall never make me. Lord Abb. Innexorable girl, will nothing move Then I’ve no longer any terms to keep : call to mind where you are; in a house where I am master; surrounded by creatures whom I command; your champion gives you up ; resistance is in vain;–if you refuse my favours, madam, you shall feel my force. [Struggles with her. Aug. What is't you mean, my lord?—Stand off.
Mort. Ay, what is it you mean, my lord *
Lord Abb. Mortimer! 'Sdeath, what evil genius conducted you hither R
Mort. [Goes to the door.] Nay, my good friend, conne in.
This honest man was my condućtor: while you, Lord Abberville, in a distinguished rank, are openly assaulting innocence, o,” his humble post, is