secretly supporting it.—If you come under that description, madam, I am your defender; if not, I have no further business here. Aug. Why should I urge my innocence? I am unfortunate, I’m poor; your nephew, sir, will tell you that is cause sufficient for abandoning me. L. 21.b5. This grows too serious; I scorn to steal that from you half my fortune could not purchase. I believe you are as innocent as Heaven first formed you ; and to convince the world in what esteem I hold your virtues, here, before Mortimer, I offer you my hand, and lay my title, rank, and forture, at your feet. Aug. No, there may be a legal prostitute as well as a licentious one; had you a world to give, after your base experiment, you cannot offer any thing that I shall take. You may find others less exceptious; but in a noble family, though stripped of fortune, there will still be pride. L. Abb. I see my fate; I see a prepossession in your heart too strong for me to shake: I plainly perceive that Mr. Tyrrel can offend with more impunity than I can ; however, Mortimer, you are a man of honour: I resign Miss Aubrey into your hands for the present, and shall expect you will avail yourself of no unfair advantages over me.— Macleod, I find Miss Aubrey is to thank you for this seasonable visit of Mr. Mortimer’s, [Exit. Mort. Come, madam, you are now my ward; Bridgemore must struggle hard to get you back again.


Aug. Sir l—Mr. Mortimer! You'll pardom me, but must I think you serious? If what you now propose is meant in kindness to me, I must say the world has not done justice to your charaćter: I have been taught to look upon you as no friend to our sex in particular. Mort. Nor am I; your sex have broke treaty with us, passed the bounds betwixt us, forced into our very taverns, and from being once the glory of my country are become its shame. Aug. But all have not done this— Mort. Nor am I then at enmity with all: a virtuous individual is of no sex, no country. Colin. No country Hoot: A true North Briton will give up his virtue afore his country at any time. Aug. Yes, and I think it was a partiality to your country rather than to virtue, which determined you to put me into this house. Colin. De'il take me now, and all my kindred with me, if I knew aught about the house, more than the name of Macintosh upon the door. Mort. Time will clear all things up : a general misconception is gone forth; my nephew I perceive has fallen under it. As for poor Colin, his design in bringing you hither was more than innocent, depend upon it, it was noble ; I have heard his story, and at my request he brings me here ; commit yourself therefore to my protećtion, and rely upon my justice.

Aug. How shall I answer you? Your generosity o'erwhelms me.

Mort. I generous! No, I am a meer voluptuary ; I study luxury by principle, and am as sensual on the side of virtue, as Abberville, or any other fashionable rake, on that of vice. Colin, you’i settie matters with your countrywoman and come to us at my house. [Exeunt.

Colin. My countrywoman! The fiend a bit! I never will believe she has a drop of Scotish blude in aw her composition; as I shall answer I never blushed before for any of the name: there must be something spurious in her genealogy: I’ll have a little serious talk with her on that ; I’ve got the pedigree of the Macintoshes at my fingers ends, and if there's e'er a flaw in her descent 'twixt this and Noah, gadzooks, I'll wager a hundred pounds I prove her an impostor. [Exit.

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Aubrey. If Bridgemore hasn't shifted his abode, that is the house; 'twas there that eighteen years ago I lost a wife, and left an infant daughter. All-disposing Providence, who hast ordained me to this hour, and through innumerable toils and dangers led me back to this affecting spot, can it be wondered at, if I ap

proach it with an anxious aching heart, uncertain as I am if I have still a child or not * What shall I do r If my Augusta's lost, 'twere better I should never enter those ill-omen'd doors; if she survives, how shall I disclose myself, and tell her she has still a father? Oh, that unknown and unperceived, I could but catch a sight of her, gaze till I'd gratified my longing, and till this throbbing might abate I'll watch the door till somebody comes out, that I may speak to. [Steps aside.

Enter Co LIN MAc Leod.

Colin. The murrain light upon this Fish-Street. Hill, wherever it may be : 1 wou'd it had na' got its name for nought, that I might fairly small it out, for I am clear bewalder'd. Johnny Groat's house wou'd as soon be found as this same Bradgemore's. One cries, turn o' this honde, one o’ that, and t'other stares and grins forsooth because I hanna got the modern gabble on my tongue, but speak the language in its auncient purity. Hoot I this mon seems of a batter sort, and peradventure wou’d concede an answer. Speed you, gentleman, I pray you whuch way leads to FishStreet-Hill

Aub. You are there already; this is Fish-StreetHill.

Colin. Gadzooks 1 and that’s the reason I could find it na' where else. Ken you one Bradgemore's, may I ask

Aub. He had us’d to live in yonder house with the great gates; but it is many years since I have been in England Colin. I’saith, you need na' tell me that; I apprehead as much from your civility. Aub. Give me leave now in my turn to ask you a few questions. Colin. With aw my heart; you have gude right; you may interrogate me freely. Aub. You are acquainted with this Bridgemore Colin. I am Aub. And with his family— Colin. I am. Aub. And what does it consist of Colin. Troth of a spouse and daughter. Aub. Are they all Colin. Ay, and enough in aw gude reason; the de’īl, sir, in his vengeance need na’ add a third. Aub. But to be serious; tell me, I best ech you, do you know of no one else in Mr. Bridge more's

fani'y. Colin. Of none. Aub. What do I hear i Pray recollečt, yourself: you don't seem to know his house; perhaps you are not well acquainted with his family. Colin. Aw that he owns I know ; what base, begotten brats he may haue sculking up and down in holes and corners, troth, I can’t pretend to say.— These city cattle sometimes will break pasture. Aub. You misconceive me, honest friend: has no

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