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or you promised. Dispatch is necessary, as the hag “ (aye the hag) your mother, will otherwise suspect "s us. Yours, Hastings.” Grant me patience. I shall run distracted. My rage choaks me.

Miss Neville. I hope, madam, you'll suspend your resentment for a few moments, and not impute to me any impertinence, or finifter design, that belongs to another.

Mrs. HARDCASTLE. (Curtesying very low.) Fine spoken, madam, you are most miraculously polite and engaging, and quite the very pink of curtesy and circumspection, madam. (Changing her tone) And you, you great ill-fashioned oaf, with scarce sense enough to keep your mouth shut. Were you too join'd againft me? But I'll defeat all your plots in a moment, As for you, madam, since you have got a pair of freh horses ready, it would be cruel to disappoint them. So, if you please, instead of running away with your spark, prepare, this very moment, to run off with me. Your old aunt Pedigree will keep you secure, I'll warrant me. You too, Sir, may mount your horse, and guard us upon the way. Here, Thomas, Roger, Diggory, l'll fhew you, that I with you better than you do yourselves. [Exit.

Miss Neville,
So now I'm completely ruined.

Tony.
Aye, that's a sure thing.

Miss Neville. What better could be expected from being connected with such a stupid fool, and after all the nods and figns I made him?

Tony. By the laws, Miss, it was your own cleverness, and not my ftupidity, that did your business. You were fo nice and so busy with your Shake-bags and Goosegreens, that I thought you could never be making believe.

Enter Hastings.

Hastings. So, Sir, I find by my servant, that you have shewn my letter, and betray'd us. Was this well done, young gentleman ?

Tony. Here's another. Ak Miss there who betray'd you? Ecod, it was her doing, not mine.

Enter Marlow,

MARLOW. So I have been finely used here among you. Rendered contemptible, driven into ill manners, despif. ed, insulted, laughed at.

TONY. Here's another. We shall have old Bedlam broke loose presently.

· Miss Miss Neville. And there, Sir, is the gentleman to whom we all owe every obligation.

I MARLOW. What can I say to him, a mere boy, an idiot, whose ignorance and age are a protection.

HASTINGS. A poor contemptible booby, that would but difa grace correction.

Miss Neville Yet with cunning and malice enough to make himself merry with all our embarrassments. .

HASTINGS.
An insensible cub.

MARLOW.
Replete with tricks and mischief.

Tony. Baw! damme, but I'll fight you both one after the other, with baskets.

MARLOW. As for him, he's below resentment. But your conduct, Mr. Hastings, requires an explanation. You knew of my mistakes, yet would not undeceive

me.

Hastings.
Tortured as I am with my own disappointments,
is this a time for explanations. It is not friendly,
Mr. Marlow.

Marlow.
But, Sir-

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Miss Neville. Mr. Marlow, we never kept on your mistake, till it was too late to undeceive you. Be pacified.

Enter SERVANT.

SERVANT, My mistress desires you'll get ready immediately, madam. The horses are putting to. Your hat and things are in the next room. We are to go thirty miles before morning. [Exit fervant.

Miss Neville. Well, Well; I'll come presently,

MARLOW. (T. Haflings) Was it well done, Sir, to assist in rendering me ridiculous. To hang me out for the fcorn of all my acquaintance. Depend upon it, Sir, I shall expect an explanation.

Hastings. Was it well done, Sir, if you're apon that subject, to deliver what I entrusted to yourself, to the care of another, Sir.

Miss Neville. * Mr. Hastings. Mr. Marlow. Why will you increase my distress by this groundlefs dispute ? I implore, I intreat you

Enter Servant.

: Servant. Your cloak, madam. My mistress is impatient.

[Exit Servant. Miss Neville. I come. Pray be pacified. If I leave you thus, I hall die with apprehension.

Enter SERVANT.

SERVANT. Your fan, muff, and gloves, madam. The horses are waiting.

Miss Neville. · O, Mr. Marlow! if you knew what a scene of constraint and ill-nature lies before me, I'm sure it would convert your resentment into pity.

Marlow.
I'm fo distracted with a variety of passions, that
I don't know what I do. Forgive me, madam.
George, forgive me. You know my hafty temper,
and should not exasperate it.

Hastings.
The torture of my situation is my only excuse.

Miss Neville. Well, my dear Hastings, if you have that esteem for me that I think, that I am sure you have, your constancy for three years will but encrease the happiness of our future connexion. If

Mrs.

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