Tyr. In that discourse, do you recollect if she named Lord Abberville?

Colin. I recollect she said he was the source of her misfortunes.

Tyr. Ay, did she say so much? That's guilty be. yond doubt.

Colin. You're right; it carries a damn'd guilty look; I wou'd na' take his fortune to father his faults.

Tyr. Why you then give him up. Oh, 'tis too palpable!— But, pray, did she herself give you this letter for me?

Colin. With her own honds; gude faith, the heart within you wou'd ha' malted to have seen the manner of it.

Tyr. That aggravates my torture !-Where was it you left her In what wretched habitation?

Colin. Hoot! no disparagement upon her habitation; there's nought of wretchedness about it: odzooks ! she's with a lady of as gude a family-But you mun be as close as wax, d'ye see; ye munna mang the secret to my laird.

Tyr. Well, well;-the place

Colin. Nay, 'tis hard by; a cousin's of mine own; a comely courteous woman as you'd wish to commune with ;-one Mrs. Macintosh.

Tyr. 'Sdeath, that confirms it!-There, sir, bring me no more letters: whether you're dupe or pandar in this business, I desire never to be troubled more.

[Exit. Colin. Hoot! what the fiend possesses you?-What

time o' the moon is this? The lad's an errant bed. lumite. There's mischief in the wind, and this same laird of mine is at the bottom of it: gadzooks, there goes Maister Mortimer; I'll tell him aw the case, and take his counsel on the whole.

[Exit.

SCENE V.

Changes to Mrs. MACINTOSH's Ilouse.

MACINTOSH and TYRREL.

Enter Mrs.

Mrs. Mac. Well, Mr. Tyrrel, if you must and will be heard, you must; but pray be short,-my time is precious.

Tyr. So is my peace of mind :-You've got a lady in your house has taken that from me I never shall

recover.

Mrs. Mac. What is't you mean? What lady have I in my house?

Tyr. Miss Aubrey.

Mrs. Mac. Miss Aubrey! You mistake; I never heard the name.

Tyr. Come, you and I have long been friends: answer me truly,-does not Lord Abberville visit a lady here?

Mrs. Mac. Well, if he does, what then?

Tyr. Why, then, that lady has undone me; she has broke my heart.

Mrs Mac. Yes: but her name's not Aubrey; my lord calls her Somers.

Tyr. Let my lord call her what he will, coin what new name he pleases to elude my search, still I must see her.

Mrs. Mac. Why, you're mad sure to think of such a thing; I thought you knew me better: violate a trust - No, no, young man, that's not my principle; you see no lady here. Why, sure, I've not maintained an honourable character in the world till now, to make away with it at last.

Tyr. If you suspect me, stay and be present at our conference.

Mrs. Mae. Yes, and so have my lord come in and catch us, and a tilting-bout ensuc betwixt you ;—no, Mr. Tyrrel, mine's a sober well-conducted family: I'll have no coroner's inquest come within my doors.

Hush! as I live, here comes my lord, dear Tyrrel, be advised-come along with me, and betake yourself out of his way.

Tyr. No;-I'll not seek a quarrel with Lord Abberville, but I cannot fly from him :-go, go, and leave us to each other. [Exit Mrs. Mac.

Enter Lord ABBERVILLE.

Lord Abb. Tyrrel!-What brings you here? This is no place of meeting; if you've any explanation to require upon Miss Aubrey's account, come to my house; answer nothing here.

Tyr. My lord, when I'm assured Miss Aubrey is in this house, and see you her visitor, I can interpret for myself.

Lord Abb. Miss Aubrey in this house! You rave. Tyr. Come, 'tis in vain; your Scotchman told me so; your Mrs. Macintosh herself confessed it.

Lord. Abb. Humph! after all, 'twould be a lucky hit, should this be true:-it may be so. [Aside.

Tyr. If you require more witnesses to what say, here comes an indisputable one, Miss Aubrey herself.

Enter Miss AUGUSTA AUBREY.

Aug. Oh, Mr. Tyrrel, this is generous indeed! -Lord Abberville here too!-'tis what I dreaded. You have mischief in your minds; but, I beseech you, leave me to my misfortunes, nor cast away a thought upon a wretch like me.

Tyr. Give me your answer first to these demands: Have you been wrong'd? Have you an accusation to prefer against this lord? or do you acquit him, and submit with patience to your situation?

Aug. I accuse no one; I submit with patience; I am content to be the only sufferer in this business, and earnestly intreat you to desist from any altercation with Lord Abberville on my account.

Tyr. I'm satisfied; and shall religiously obey you. -Lord Abberville, I ask your pardon for this interruption; I never shall repeat it more.

Aug. But are you going?

Tyr. For ever.-Dangerous to behold you are ; therefore, before my fond, my foolish heart relapses into love, I'll seize the resolution of the moment, and bid farewell to you for ever.

Aug. Astonishing !

Lord Abb. There, madam, you perceive the love, the honour of that gentleman.

Aug. Could I have thought this of him?—Now I'm truly wretched.

Lord Abb. No, madam, if my purse, my person, my assiduous ardent love, can fill the vacancy his falsehood makes, you've had no loss; dry up your tears, you've yet a friend; smile only on my wishes.

Aug. No, my lord, no;-you've made me wretched, guilty you shall never make me.

Lord Abb. Innexorable girl, will nothing move? Then I've no longer any terms to keep: call to mind where you are; in a house where I am master; surrounded by creatures whom I command; your champion gives you up; resistance is in vain;-if you refuse my favours, madam, you shall feel my force.

[Struggles with her. Aug. What is't you mean, my lord ?-Stand off.

Enter MORTIMER.

Mort. Ay, what is it you mean, my lord ?

Lord Abb. Mortimer! 'Sdeath, what evil genius conducted you hither?

Mort. [Goes to the door.] Nay, my good friend,

come in.

Enter COLIN.

This honest man was my conductor: while you, Lord Abberville, in a distinguished rank, are openly assaulting innocence, he, in his humble post, is

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