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“ face. Look as if your power gave authority to
your actions, and you were really what you appear “ only." ---See, see, Sir John moves towards you.
Lurch. Sir John, your most obedient; I am infi. nitely obliged to you for the favours I have received ---I am sorry my affairs oblige me to leave you so
Sir John. You cover me with blushes--- Yet your grace will, you must do me the honour to take a short homely meal before you travel.
Lurch. I roll away thirty miles before dinner, Sir.
Sir Yohn. Just snatch a bit, as they say--- What, Robin! Tim !
Lurch. I shall run away abruptly, if you press me. Sir John. If your grace will have it so--
-Yet let me perish, my lord, if I know how to look your grace in the face about the business of last night--'Tis presumption in me to ask forgiveness.
Lurch. I forgive you from my soul, Sir John: upon my honour I do; I am sensible how much you suffer every way.
Sir John. Then I remain to the extremest moment of this frail life your grace's humble debtor.
Lurch. I fear, Sir John, I shall be obliged to tres. pass upon your faith for the credit of some ready mo. ney to carry me home; this accident has quite unfur. nished me, it seems.
[Enter Longbottom, who whispers Vultur. Sir John. Your grace may command me entirely, and I am proud
Vult. My lord, John came in just now to tell me, that as they were about to pack up the strong box they found all your grace's money within it. [To Lurcher.
Lurch. How! I am surprised ; indeed! the money within it!
Vult. Only the species changed, and one hundred pounds in silver more instead of gold.
Lurch. How! I can hardly believe it! what, are we in fairy land here, Sir John ?
[Vultur whispers Lurcher. Sir John. I am afraid Timothy did not take due
[ Aside. Lurch. I suspected it, truly---Sir John, this is unkind---my servant tells me your steward was observed to place the money there, and when he was examined, said he did it by your order ---You see I would make use of my credit with you: I should not have been put to any inconvenience by my lodging here---generous Sir John-Well, since it is so, give me leave, however, to give you security for the money, and three months hence, when I return from the north, I'll call and repay you..
Sir John. By no means, you confound me, you kill me with confusion ; what, is not your grace's honour sufficient ?
Lurch. But we are all mortal, you know.
Sir John. Dear your grace, excuse me-Dear your grace, spare mę.
Lurch. Well, Sir, I am your humble debtor ; if ever you come to court again
Sir John. Ah, my lord !
Lurch. Sir John, yours-Pray take particular care next time a man of quality lies in your house, that no thieves disturb him.
Sir John. Ah, my good lord !
Sir John. Pray give me the honour to attend your grace to your coach.
Lurch. No, no, by no means.
Lurch. You will be obeyed --- Remember only when I see you at Bamington---I shall command in my turn.
Sir John. Your grace overwhelms me with your goodness.
ACT IV. SCENE 1,
Enter MODELY and HEARTWELL.
Heart. What palace could have entertained us like this cottage ?
Mode. The blunt old man gave us a meal, plain and undisguised.
Heart. Artless and honest, like himself. Did you
observe the sweetness and purity of this little dwell. ing The linen smelt of lavender and roses--The honey-suckles hid the light of our small case
Mode. And mix'd their odours with the sharp morning air, and waked me early.
Heart. Why, did you sleep?
Heart. Ah, no; my heart was dancing the galloping nag; my spirits were in arms, and all the mobility of my blood roared out incessantly, Flora, Flora.
Mode. What! then you are really in love ; that is, à la Romanski.
Heart. So much in love, “ Modely, as any of " those old-fashioned heroes were ever feigned to be, << whose names stand in blank verse upon record, and “ sigh by their representatives from generation to ge6 neration. “ Mode. How do
know? “ Heart. Oh, by a thousand symptoms ;' my heart beats quick at her name; I have her constantly before my eyes; “ fortune, fame, friendship, honour, wo“ men, are in less value with me, when compared “ with her; all the faculties of my soul and body are “ her slaves; I could live in a cave everlastingly “ with her alone ;' I could fight for her, I could die for her, I could marry her.
Mode. What, you have a mind to put your passion
to a violent death. Marry her!-Do so, do so.; 'tis a certain cure.
Heart. Be not so severe; her beauty, George, will make my joys immortal.
..Mode. I can't believe either in the immortality of her beauty or your passion.
Heart. Look on her then, and be converted.
Mode. Convert thyself, lad, and don't look so like the picture of heigh-ho! “ in the frontispiece of Cu«s pid's kalendar. Adieu.”
Flora. My uncle, Sir, would speak with you Nay, no more love, I intreat, I petition. I know by your looks what you mean. Come, leave this whimsical dumb cant of sighing and ogling, and tell me, in plain English, what you'd have.
Heart. Could not you help one to a little ready beauty?
Flora. What would you give for a small purchase
Heart. Heart for heart, my dear.
Flora. That was the old way, they say. Before money was in fashion, they used to barter in kind.
Heart. Let us renew that honest custom in the age of innocence and love.
Flora. Have you a clear title to the thing you would sell? That heart of yours, I warrant, has been mort. gaged over and over.