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Sir Luc. Captain, give me your hand—an / weakness to the account of love, I should be unaffront handsomely acknowledged becomes an generous not to admit the same plea for your's. obligation—and as for the lady—if she chooses Faulk. Now I shall be blest indeed! to deny her own hand-writing here

(SIR ANTHONY coines forward. [Takes out letters. Sir Anth. What's going on here?--So you Mrs Mal. O, he will dissolve my mystery ! have been quarrelling too, I warrant.—Come, Sir Lucius, perhaps there's some mistake-per- Julia, 1 never interfered before; but let me have haps I can illuminate

a hand in the matter at last.-All the faults I Sir Luc. Pray, old gentlewoman, don't inter- have ever seen in my friend Faulkland, seemed fere where you have no business. — Miss Lan- to proceed from what he calls the delicacy and guish, are you my Delia, or not?

warmth of his affection for you— There, marry Lydia. Indeed, sir Lucius, I am not.

him directly, Julia; you'll find he'll mend sur[Lydia and ABSOLUTE walk aside. prisingly!

[The rest come forward. Mrs Mal. Sir Lucius O’Trigger-ungrateful Sir

Luc. Come now, I hope there is no dissaas you are -I own the soft impeachment-par- tisfied person, but what is content ; for as I have don my blushes, I am Delia!

been disappointed myself, it will be very hard if Sir Luc. You Delia—pho! pho! be easy! I have not the satisfaction of seeing other people

Mrs Mal. Why, thou barbarous Vandyke- succeed betterthose letters are mine-When you are more sen Acres. You are right, sir Lucius.—So, Jack, I sible of my bevignity---perhaps I may be brought wish you joy—Mr Faulkland, the same.—Ladies, to encourage your addresses.

-come now, to shew you I'm neither vexed nor Sir Luc. Mrs Malaprop, I am extremely sen- angry, odds Tabors and Pipes! I'll order the sible of your condescension; and whether you fiddles in half an hour, to the New Roomsor Lucy have put this trick upon me, I am equal- and I insist on your all meeting me there. ly beholden to you.---And, to shew you I am not

Sir Anth. Gad! Sir, I like your spirit; and ungrateful, captain Absolute, since you have at night we single lads will drink a health to the taken that lady from me, I'll give you my Delia young couples, and a husband to Mrs Malainto the bargain.

prop. Abs. I am much obliged to you, sir Lucius; Faulk. Our partners are stolen from us, Jack but here's my friend, Fighting Bob, unprovided - I hope to be congratulated by each other for.

yours for having checked in time, the errors of Sir Luc. Hah! little Valour-here, will you an ill-directed imagination, which might have bemake your fortune?

trayed an innocent heart; and mine, for having, Acres. Odds wrinkles ! No.--But give me by her gentleness and candour, reformed the unyour hand, sir Lucius; forget and forgive; but if happy temper of one, who, by it, made wretched ever I give you a chance of pickling me again, whom he loved most, and tortured the heart he say Bob Acres is a dunce, that's all.

ought to have adored. Sir Anth. Come, Mrs Malaprop, don't be cast Abs. Well, Jack, we have both tasted the bitdown--you are in your bloom yet.

ters, as well as the sweets, of love-with this Mrs Mal. O sir Anthony !--men are all bar- difference only, that you always prepared the barians

bitter cup for yourself, while I. [All retire but Julia and FAULKLAND. Lydia. Was always obliged to me for it! hey, Julia. He seems dejected and unhappy-not Mr Modesty ?-But come, no more of that our sullen--there was some foundation, however, for happiness is now as unallayed as general. the tale he told me- woman! how true should Julia. Then let us study to preserve it so: be your judgment, when your resolution is so and while Hope pictures to us a flattering scene weak!

of future bliss, let us deny its pencil those Faulk. Julia Show can I sue for what I so colours which are too bright to be lasting.--little deserve? I dare not presume-yet Hope is When hearts deserving happiness would unite the child of Penitence.

their fortunes, Virtue would crown them with Juliu. Oh! Faulkland, you have not been an unfading garland of modest hurtless flowers; more faulty in your unkind treatment of me, but ill-judging Passion will force the gaudier than I am now in wanting inclination to resent rose into the wreath, whose thorn offends them, it. As my heart houestly bids me place my when its leaves are dropt! [Ereunt omnes.

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SCENE I.-MANLove's Chambers.

Framp. No body.

Man. Any cases?
FRAMPTON at his desk.

Framp. Several.

(Gires him papers.

Man. Bless me! was the world of my mind, Enter Manlove as from his walk-FRAMPTON they would patch up their differences over a bot

riscs, and meets him with some pupers. tle, and let the grass grow in our inns of court. Framp: You have lengthened your walk this Let me see—what have we got here? (Reads! inorning?

A detects B plucking turnips out of his field, Man. Very likely: The gardens were plea- &c Here's a fellow for you! he'll go to law with sant, and I believe I have rather exceeded my the crows for picking worms out of his dunghill : usual stint.

Prosecute a fellow-creature for a turnip!Framp. By just one turn upon the Terrace. A turnip be his damages !

Man. Yon measured me, I see. We men of Framp. And his food, too at least till he's a business, Frampton, contract strange habits of better man. regularity.

Man. [Reading.) “Nicholas Swanskin, taylor, Framp. And bachelors too, sir.

in Threadneedle-street, would be glad to know Man. Very true, very true : A wife now and how to proceed in a legal way against his wife, then does put a man a little out of method, 1 in a case of cohabitancy,'-Had you any fee with have heard. Is any body waiting?

this case ?

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Framp. A light guinca, sir.

tough morsel. He's above ground, as my head Man. 'Tis more than a light woman deserves : can testify.

[Shews his skull.
Give the taylor his guinea again; bid him pro Dib. Why that's action and battery with a
ceed to his work, and leave a good-for-nothing vengeance !
wife to go on with hers--and hark'e, Frainpton, Gre. Battery! he knows the strength of my
you seem to want a new coat-suppose you let skull, as well as a sand-man knows the back of
him take your measure the fellow, you sec, bis ass, and cudgels it as often : but he's hard
would fain be cutting vut work for the lawyers. at hand—When will his honour, Manlove, be at
Send Mr Dibble hither. Oh, he is come.

home?
[Frampton retires to his desk. Dib. Presently, presently. What brings your

old blade hither?
Enter Dibble, with papers.

Greg. The old errand : a little bit of law; a Mr Dibble, have you got Miss Fairfax's papers? small jig to the tune of John Doe and Richard Dib. They are in my hand, sir.

Roe; that's all. Man. Have you copied my opinion upon the Dib. Plaintiff, I bet five to one. But how does will?

my playmate, Jack? how fares it with young Dib. It is ready for signing.

Hopeful? {Dıb. gives him a pen, and Man. signs a paper.] Gre. Gad’s-my-life, well remembered! here's

Man. There, sir. You've compared it, no a writing for you: 'tis a merciless scrawl, to be doubt-Put the papers under one inclosure, and sure; he's not at all come on in his running-hand; carry them to Miss Fairfax's; make my respects, not at all ; no, though I talk to him, and talk to and say I will have the honour of waiting on her hiin, and tell him what a fine young inan bis brothus forenoon, and stating some particulars in my ther Charles is here~Mr Manlove, I must call opinion that may want explaining.

him now; for his honour, I am told, since his Dib. I shall, sir.

return froin travel, has nominated him afresh af(Goes to the table, and puts up the papers. ter himself, has not he, Master Dibble? Man. Are you ready, Frampton? You and I Dib. Ay, ay; 'twas done last sessions ; he's must step to the hall, How we appear to that no longer Charles Nightshade, but Charles Manspruce gentleman! His father wore a livery—his love, Esq. and a brave estate he's got by the exsister is waiting-woman to Miss Fairfax, the very change. lady he is going to in that monkey habit! Is Gre. All these things I ding into the ears of there no persuading him to suit his dress to his our young scape-grace, Jack ; but, I might as condition ? Believe me, Frampton, there is much well whistle the birds from the sky, as talk bim good sense in old distinctions : When the law lays out of his tricks; mobbing with the carter-feldown its full-bottomed periwig, you will find less lows, and scampering after the maids : all the wisdom in bald pates than you are aware of. while, too, the arch knave contrives to blind the

(Exeunt Man. and Fram. eyes of old Choleric, his father, sitting as demure Dib. What a damned queer figure old Framp- as a cat, 'till he is fairly in for his evening's nap; ton makes of himself! I must never shew him at then, away goes he, like hey-go-mad, all the paour Sunday's club-never. The counsellor's lit- rish over. Well, have you made out his letter? tle better : It does well enough for chamber Dib, I'll attempt to read it to you. practice, but he couldn't walk the hall in that wig: Its nothing now unless a good club of hair • Dear Pickle, peeps under the tye. I hope shortly to see the Old Choleric is setting off for London, and day when Westminster-ball shall be able to count ' thinks to leave me in the country, but it won't cues with the parade. (He sits down. A knock do: must have another brush with the lads at the ing at the door.] Who's at the door? Come in • Bear: intend to be at brother Charles's on WedYou expect now I should rise and open it? not I, nesday at noon, where you'll meet me. Old in faith; do that office for yourself, or stay where 'Trusty carries this, and understands trap: mum's you are. Ah, Gregory, is it you? what wind the word. Thine, blew you hither? what witch brought you at her

Joux NigutSHADE, back?

So you are privy to this trip, Gregory?
Enter GREGORY.

Gre. To be sure, master Dibble; we are all Gre. No witch, but an old bone-setting mare, of bis side : there is not a servant would peach, with a heavy cloak-bag at her crupper, that has if he was to commit murder amongst them. played a bitter tune upon my ribs. Where's his Dib. Indeed! But hold, here is more over the honour, Master Dibble?

leaf. Gregory says I was of age last Lammas; Dib. Out-Give me hold of thy hand, old boy. * if you know of ever a clean tight wench, that What's the best news in your parts? Hav’n’t will take me out of old Choleric's clutchez, I earthed old Surly-boots yet?

don't care if I buckle to, for life. N. B. She Gre. Earthed him ! no such luck; he's a. must have the Spanish, or the bait won't take.'

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So, so ! he's for a wife, you see : has he ever education; the other poor lad has been a bird of talked to you in this strain?

his own breeding. Gre. Now and then; but I always tell him'tis Gre. And a precious bird he is ! such another time to think of marrying when the old badger is lapwing ! skitting here, and skitting there ; somein the earth.

times above, sometimes below : no wonder he's Dib. Pooh! you're to blame: we'll make a so wild, when his schooling has been under the man of him; we'll set him up with a wife. I hedges; but, I hear iny old master on the stairs. have a girl in my eye! a friend of my own-pro- Good morning to your honour-I must budge on vided you will bear a hand in the business. wards to Mr Stapleton's.

[Erit GRE. Gre. Bear a hand, master Dibble ! You are a Man. Gregory, good morning! lawyer and can take care of yourself; I'm a poor servant, and have a character to lose.

Enter ANDREW NIGHTSHADE. Dib. Well, well; but if I pay you for your A. Night. (Speaks, as he enters.] I tell you, character, and your service into the bargain- fellow, there's your fare: I'll not give you a farevery thing has its price, you know.

thing over. A hard shilling, indeed !-a hard Gre. To be sure, there's no denying that ; but, coach, if you please !— Brother Manlove, your hark! here comes his honour Manlove.

servant! This town grows worse and worse; no Dib. Enough—Where are you lodged? conscience, no police—if I was not the most pa

Gre. At Mr Stapleton's, in New Broad-Street: tient man alive, such things would turn my brain I'm going thither after I've seen the counsellor. -Brother Manlove, I say your servant !

Dib. Better and better still! I'm going thither, Man. Brother Andrew, you are welcome. You too, and will wait for you, below, in the square: seemed a little ruffled, so that I waited for its we can discuss my scheme by the way:

subsiding, and now, give me your hand : I am

[Erit Div. glad to see you in town, provided the occasion Gre. What a sharp bitten vermin it is! Ah! be agreeable. these lawyers have all their wits about them. A. Night. I think the law has a proviso for

every thing : your compliment sets off, like the Enter MANLOVE.

preamble of a statute, and your conclusion limps

after, like the clause at the tail of it. So you Man. What, Gregory! and without thy mas- keep your old apartments, and as slovenly' as ter? Where's my brother Nightshade? Thou and ever-Lincoln's-Inn and the law-so runs your he are seldom parted, I believe.

life. A turn upon the terrace after breakfast, a Gre. Troth, sir, I hope Heaven will take some mutton chop for dinner at the Rolls, and the consideration of that, and set off the sins of my evening paper at the Mount, wind up your day. youth against the suffering of my old age. The Man. A narrow scale, I own; but whether it 'squire is at hand.

be, that I was made too small for happiness, I Man. Well, and what business calls him up never could entertain both guests together; so I to town?

took the humblest of the two, and left the other Gre. Please your honour, he is fallen out with for my

betters. our parson.

A. Night. Ay, 'tis too late to alter; 'twould Man. About tythes ?

be a vain endeavour to correct your temper at Gre. Lack-a-day! he has been non-suited upon these years-.By the way, brother, your stair-case that score over and over— 'Tis about game. is the dirtiest I ever set my foot upon.

Man. Game, quotha ! if he comes to talk to Man. So long as we have clean dealings, with me about hares and partridges, Gregory, I won't in, our clients will make no complaint. Your's, hear of it: such laws and such law-suits are the I warrant, was neater at Rotterdam? disgrace of the country-I wont hear a word A. Night. Neater ! 'tis a matter of astonishupon the subject.

ment to me, how you, that have a plentiful esGre. It's quite a breach; he has totally left off tate, can make yourself a slave to business, and going to church himself, and forbade all his fa- drudge away your life in such a hole as this ! mily; nay, what's more, he has broke his back Mun. True, Andrew, 'twas unreasonable ; but, ganimon tables, only because the parson taught as I have now made over the best part of my eshim the game. Mercy o' me, that ever your ho-tate to your son, so I think I have answered the nour and my old master should be born of the best part of your objection, same mother!

A. Night. You shall excuse me-all the world Man. Of the same mother, but very different cries out upon your folly; you are apt to be a fathers, Gregory: doomed, from early youth, to a little hasty, else I should be free to tell you, you life merely mercantile, bis days have been passed have made yourself ridiculous; and what is worse between a compting-house at Rotterdam, and the brother Charles, I speak to you as a father, cabin of a Dutch dogger; precious universities ! you have undone my son. One son, indeed, he allowed me to rescue from Man. How so? have I confined him in his eduhis hands, and to him I have given a public cation?

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A. Night. No, faith; the scale on which you , in his hand, or a grey-hound at his horse's heels, have finished him is wide enough to take in vice and all to disturb and destroy my property: and folly at full size : his principles won't cramp Man. I say property ! let your game look after their growth. At school he was grounded in im- themselves. Do you call a creature property, pudence, the university confirmed him in igno- that lights upon my lands to-day, upon your's to: rance, and the grand tour stocked him with infi- morrow, and the next, perhaps, in Norway? I delity and bad pictures---such has been his edu- reprobate all quarrels about guns, and dogs, and sation.

game; for my part, I am pleased to see an EnMan. But you, in your wisdom, pursued a glishnian with arms, whether he bears them for different course with your younger son.

his own amusement, or for my defence. A. Night. I bred him as a rational creature A. Night. "Tis mighty well! I am a fool to should be bred, under the rod of discipline, un waste my time with you; I shall look after my der the lash of my own arm; I gave him a sober, own gaine, in my own way; you may watch your's

, frugal, godly training; and mark the difference the sparrows, here, in the garden, or the old between them--Your fellow lives here in this duck in the fountain in the square; your science great city, in a round of pleasures, in the front goes no farther, so your servant. If you want me, of the fashion, squandering and revelling :--Mine I shall be found at Mr Stapleton's in New Broadabides patiently in the country, toiling and tra- street. vailling; early at his duty, sparing at his meals, Man. Hold, hold! I'm going there; I've bupatient of fatigue; he hears no music as Charles siness at Mr Stapleton's; my chariot's at the does, purchases no fine pictures, lolls in vo fine door--I'll carry you. Who waits ? chariot, befools himself with no fine women: no, thank my stars, I've rescued one of my boys;

Enter Servant.
Jack, at least, walks in the steps of his father. Here, take this notc to Mr Manlove.

Man. I hope he will; better principles I can A. Night. Ay, that's your puppy; my name not wish him : but, methinks, Andrew, a little was not good enough, it seems; but positively, more knowledge of the world

I'll not see him; if you bring hiin to me 'tis all in A. Night. Knowledge of the world, brother vain; I positively will not bear him in my preCharles ! who knows so much? Belike you never

[Erit A. Night. heard, then, I had made three trips to Shetland, Nlan. That ever such a monster should exist, in a herring-buss, before you was born! bave as an unnatural father!

[Erit. been three time chartered to Statia for muscovadoes; twice to Zante for currants; and made one SCENE IL-An apartment in Charles Manvoyage to Bencoolen for pepper?

LOVE's house. Man. Yes; and that pepper-voyage runs in your blood still.

Enter CHARLES MANLOVE, and FREDERICK. A. Night. So much the better; it will preserve Cha. Man. Mr Manlove dines with me to-day; my wits; it will season my understanding froin lay two covers in the little parlour, and bid the such fly-blown folly as your's. Zooks! you to cook be punctual to his hour. talk of knowledge of the world! where should Fre. To a minute, sir. If Mr Manlove dines you come by it? upon Clapham-Common! upon here, dinner will be served precisely as the clock Bansted-Downs ? Did you ever see the Pike of is striking. Teneriffe, the rock of Gibraltar, or even the bi Cha. Man. Set out the dumb waiter, and tell shop and his clerks? I know them all, your the men they need not attend. charts, and your coasting-pilots; I have been two Fre. (Goes to the door and speaks.] Sir, you nights and a day upon a sandbank in the Grecian cannot come in; my master is not to be spoken Islands ; and do you talk to me of knowledge of with : where are you pushing ? the world?

Cha. Man. What's the matter, Frederick? Man. Let us change the subject, then--you Fre. A country-like fellow says he must be have not told me what brings you out of the admitted to speak with you in private; he will country?

not be kept outA. Night. Because there's no abiding in it;

[Pulls the door to, and enters, what with refractory tenants, poaching parsons, Cha. Man. And why should he? enclosing 'squires, navigation schemes, and turn Fre. I don't know; I cannot say I like his pike meetings, there's no keeping peace about looks; I never saw a more suspicious person. me; no, though I've commenced fourteen suits Cha. Man. Well, let him in, however. at law, besides bye-battles at quarter-sessions,

[Fred. opens the door. courts leet, and courts baron, innumerable. Man. Indeed !

Enter Jack NIGHTSHADE. A. Night. No sooner do I put my head out of Fre. He has the Tyburn marks about him. doors, but instantly some fellow meets me with

[Aside. a fowling-piece on his shoulder, or a fishing-rod Cha. Man. Brother! Vol. II.

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