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young lady of the name of Aubrey come within your , knowledge : Colin. Ay, ay, poor lassie, she once liv'd with Bradgemore ; the worse luck her's, but that is over, she has got her liberty; she’s now releas'd. Aub. I understand you—she is dead. Colin. Dead Heaven foresend An you would give me time, I wou'd ha’ told you she's released from yon fat fellow's tyranny, na more: out on him, filthy porpoise, aw the bowels in his belly, tho’ he , has got gude store, danna contain one grain of pity: troth, with his gude will she might ha’ starv'd and perish’d in the streets. Aub. What is't you tell me In the same breath you bring my hopes to life and murder them again— Starv’d in the streets I thought she had an affluent , fortune. Colin. In virtue, sir, nought else, and that will , not pass current for a dinner. Zooks, and I mysall, by Heaven's gude providence, had na' stapt in upon - the very nick of time, my lite upon't she had been lost. Aub. Come to my arms then, whosoe'er thou art, and wonder not, for thou hast sav'd my daughter. Colin. Daughter 1 Gadzooks, you make my heart jump to my laps for joy. Are you Miss Aubrey's father? Aub. I am her father. Colin. An if I’d found mine awn I cou’d na’ been
more happy. Wall, wall, I hope you'll merit your gude fortune; by my soul you’ve got an angel of a child—but where have you been buried all the while * for we believ'd you dead. Aub. You shall hear all my story, but this is no fit place to tell it in : satisfy me first if my poor child is safe, Colin Fear nought, she's safe with Maister Mortither; I last her but this moment. Aub. Who is Mr. Mortimer ? Colin. Why, Maister Mortimer is one who does a thousand noble atts without the credit of one ; his tongue wounds and his heart makes whole; he must be known and not describ'd : an you will bait awhile in yonder tavera ti!! I come from Bradgemore's, I'll accompany you to where your daughter is. Aub. Agreed I fear sove been mistaken in this Bridge more ; three years ago I consign'd to him a cargo of great value from Scanderoon; if he has robbed role but till I’ve seen my daughter, I’ll suspend my enquiry. Step with me into yonder tavern, there we'll concert the means of bringing Bridgemore to an interview at Mr. Mortimer’s.Come, my good benefačtor, how fortunate was this meeting! I long to know to whom I owe this happiness. [Freunt.
A Compting-House belonging to BRIDGEMoRe. Enter BRIDG E More and NAPTH A Li.
Bridge. And so, friend Napthali, Lord Abberville has had another tumble. Napth. A damn one. Bridge. I’m glad on’t; this will wring his fine high pamper'd carcase to the quick. Napth. I’fait, he flings and winces so, I tremble to come near ; he look as dark as India stock upon a settling day. Bridge. Ay, ay, the dice are little weapons, but they make deep wounds: what between those that win and us that lend, he bleeds at both arms. These are the bonds. Napth. Take 'em: this is a memorandum of the premium on five thousand, and this the private contract for extraordinary interest. [Gives several papers. Bridge. Good, good, friend Napthalil The bonds give legal interest, and this doubles it. There, there, lie by and breed. [Puts them by..] But hark'e-me! Hast brought the abstraćt of the sale of the Neptune's cargo Napth. Aubrey's consignment you mean. Bridge. The same; but mum I That’s between you and me : close, close, my little Napthali. Napth. A broker and betray his principall That's not my way; there is no senses in that. Here I have
make out your account; 'tis var coot bargain I have
acquit you. Well, Mr. Bridgemore, anything more
in my way
Bridge. Go, go ; you have given me an ague. fit; the name of Scanderoon sets all my teeth a chattering. [Exit Napth..]—Weli, would it had been possible to have kept my secret from that fellow. The Seahorse come at last !—Why, be it so. What ails met what possesses me —If she brings news of Aubrey's death, I’m a whole man ; ay, and a warm one too. How now ;--who's there t
Colin. Cawdie Macleod, a ragged Highlander, so please you, a wratched gaelly under favour of your raverence, na better. Bridge. I recollect you now for one of my Lord Abber ville's retinue, Well, you have some enquiries, to make about Miss Aubrey. Colin. Ecod, you are close upon the mark. Bridge. I guest as much; but she’s gone from hence, and you may follow. Colin. Out on thee, ragamuffin; an I were not bound to secrecy, I'd gee thee sic a pill shou'd lead that weam of thine the de'il a dance. [Aside. Bridge. No, Master Colin, your Scotch policy will stand you in no stead this turn,
Colin Then I'll forswear my country.—Well, you wull na' have my message then, I mun gang bock to Maister Mortimer, and tell the Turkish trader you'll na’ see him.
Bridge. Hold, hold,—what trader do you speak of
Colin. Of one that's com'd a passenger from Scan