LANDLADY.

I tell you, madam, it will do you good; I think I know by this time what's good for the north road. It's a raw night, madam.-Sir

LEONTINE.

Not a drop more, good madam. I should now take it as a greater favour, if you haften the horses, for I am afraid to be feen myself.

LANDLADY.

That fhall be done. Wha, Solomon! are you all dead there? Wha, Solomon, I fay! [Exit, bawling. OLIVIA.

Well! I dread, left an expedition begun in fear, fhould end in repentance.-Every moment we stay increases our danger, and adds to my apprehenfions.

LEONTINE.

There's no danger, truft me, my dear; there can be none? if Honeywood has acted with honour, and kept my father, as he promised, in employment till we are out of danger, nothing can interrupt our journey.

OLIVIA.

I have no doubt of Mr. Honeywood's fincerity, and even his defires to ferve us. My fears are from your father's fufpicions. A mind fo difpofed to be alarmed without a caufe, will be but too ready when there's a reafon.

LEONTINE.

Why, let him, when we are out of his power. But believe me, Olivia, you have no great reason to dread his refentment. His repining temper, as it does no manner of injury to himself, fo will it never do harm to others. He only frets to keep himself employed, and fcolds for his private amufement.

OLIVIA

I don't know that; but, I'm fure, on fome occafions, it makes him look most shockingly.

CROAKER, discovering himself.

How does he look now?-How does he look now?

How do I look now? Sir, I am your very humble fervant. Madam, I am yours. What, you are going off, are you? Then, firft, if you please, take a word or two from me with you before you go. Tell me firft where you are going? and when you have told me that, perhaps, I fhall know as little as I did before.

LEONTINE.

If that be fo, our anfwer might but increase your difpleasure, without adding to your information.

CROAKER.

I want no information from you, puppy: and you too, good madam, what answer have you got? Eh!

(A cry.

(A cry without, ftop him) I think I heard a noife. My friend Honeywood without-has he feized the incendiary? Ah, no, for now I hear no more

on't.

LEONTINE.

Honeywood without! Then, Sir, it was Mr. Honeywood that directed you hither.

CROAKER.

No, Sir, it was Mr. Honeywood conducted me hither.

Is it poffible?

LEONTINE.

CROAKER.

Poffible! Why, he's in the house now, Sir: more anxious about me, than my own fon, Sir.

LEONTINE.

Then, Sir, he's a villain.

CROAKER.

How, firrah! a villain, because he takes moft care of your father? I'll not bear it. I tell you I'll not bear it. Honeywood is a friend to the family, and I'll have him treated as fuch.

LEONTINE.

I fhall ftudy to repay his friendship as it deferves.

CROAKER.

Ah, rogue, if you knew how earnestly he entered

into my griefs, and pointed out the means to detect

them, you would love him as I do. (A cry without,

ftop him) Fire and fury! they have feized the incendiary:

cendiary: they have the villain, the incendiary in view. Stop him! ftop an incendiary! a murderer ; ftop him!

OLIVIA.

[Exit.

Oh, my terrors! What can this new tumult mean?

LEONTINE.

Some new mark, I fuppofe, of Mr. Honeywood's fincerity. But we shall have fatisfaction: he fhall give me inftant fatisfaction,

OLIVIA.

It must not be, my Leontine, if you value my esteem or my happiness. Whatever be our fate, let us not add guilt to our misfortunes-Confider that our innocence will fhortly be all we have left us. You must forgive him.

LEONTINE.

Forgive him! Has he not in every inftance betrayed us? Forced to borrow money from him, which appears a mere trick to delay us: promised to keep my father engaged till we were out of danger, and here brought him to the very scene of our escape?

OLIVIA.

Don't be precipitate. We may yet be mistaken.

Enter

Enter POSTBOY, dragging in JARVIS! HONEYWOOD entering foon after.

POSTBOY.

Aye, mafter, we have him fast enough. Here is the incendiary dog. I'm entitled to the reward; I'll take my oath I saw him ask for the money at the bar, and then run for it.

HONEYWOOD.

Come, bring him along. Let us fee him. Let him learn to blush for his crimes. (Discovering his miftake) Death! what's here! Jarvis, Leontine, Olivia! What can all this mean?

JARVIS.

Why, I'll tell you what it means: that I was an old fool, and that you are my mafter-that's all.

Confufion!

HONEYWOOD,

LEONTINE.

Yes, Sir, I find you have kept your word with me. After fuch bafenefs, I wonder how you can venture to see the man you have injured?

HONEYWOOD.

My dear Leontine, by my life, my honour

LEONTINE.

Peace, peace, for fhame; and do not continue to aggravate basenefs by hypocrify. I know you, Sir, I know you.

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