SCENE changes to Mrs. Oakly's Dreffing-Room.

Mrs. Oakly, Jola.

This is worfe and worfe! - - He never held me fo much in Contempt before-To go out without fo much as fpeaking to me, or taking the leaft Notice! I am obliged to the Major for this-How cou'd he take him out? and how cou'd Mr. Oakly go with him?

Enter Toilet.

Mrs. Oak. Well, Toilet!

Toil. My Mafter is not come back yet, Ma'am ! Mrs. Oak. Where is he gone

?

Toil. I don't know, I can affure your Ladyship. Mrs. Oak. Why don't you know?-You know nothing-But I warrant you know well enough, if you wou'd tell-You fhall never perfuade me but you knew of Mr. Oakly's going out To-day.

Toil. I wish I may die, Ma'am, upon my Honour, and I proteft to your Ladyfhip, I knew nothing in the World of the Matter, no more than the Child unborn. There is Mr. Paris, my Mafter's Gentleman, knows

Mrs. Oak. What does he know ?

Toil. That I knew nothing at all of the Matter.
Mrs. Oak. Where is Paris? What is he doing?
Toil. He is in my Master's Room, Ma'am.
Mrs. Oak. Bid him come here.

Toil. Yes, Ma'am.

[Exit.

Mrs. Oak. He is certainly gone after this young Flirt. His Confidence and the Major's Infolence provoke me beyond Expreffion.

Re-enter Toilet with Paris.

Where's your Mafter?

Par. Il eft fortie.

Mrs. Oak.

Mrs. Oak. Where is he gone?

Par. Ah, Madame! Je n'en fcai rien. I know noting of it.

Mrs. Oak. Nobody knows any Thing. Why did not you tell me he was going out?

Par. I drefs him-Je ne m'en foucie pas du plusHe go where he will-I have no Bifnefs wis it.

Mrs. Oak. Yes you fhou'd have told meThat was your Business-And if you don't mind your Business better, you fhan't ftay here, I can tell you, Sir.

Par. Voila! quelque chofe d'extraordinaire !

Mrs. Oak. Don't stand jabbering and shrugging your Shoulders, but go, and enquirego and bring me Word where he is gone.

Par. I don't know what I am do--I'll afk John.

Mrs. Oak. Bid John come to me.

Par. De tout mon cœur.-Jean! ici! JeanSpeak mi Ladi!

[Exit. Mrs. Oak. Impudent Fellow! His infolent gravity and indifference is infupportable-Toilet ! Toil. Ma'am !

Mrs. Oak. Where's John? Why don't he come? Why do you stand with your Hands before you?

Why don't you fetch him?

Toil. Yes, Ma'am I'll go this MinuteO! here! John! My Lady wants you.

Enter John.

Mrs. Oak. Where's your Master ?

John. Gone out, Madam!

Mrs. Oak. Why did not you go with him?

John. Because he went out in the Major's Cha

riot, Madam !

Mrs. Oak. Where did they go to?

John. To the Major's, I fuppofe, Madam.

Mrs,

Mrs. Oak. Suppose! Don't you know? John. I believe fo, but can't tell for certain, indeed, Madam!

-Come -No-it

Mrs. Oak. Believe! and fuppofe !--and don't know! and can't tell You are all FoolsGo about your Bufinefs! [John going] here! [Returns.] Go to the Major'sdoes not fignify-go along-[John going]Yes, hark'ye! [Returns.] Go to the Major's, and fee if your Mafter is there.

John. Give your Compliments? Madam!

Mrs. Oak. My Compliments! Blockhead! Get. along! [John going.] Come hither! [Returns.]— Can't you go to the Major's, and bring me Word if Mr. Oakly is there, without taking any further Notice?

John. Yes, Ma'am !

Mrs. Oak. Well! Why don't you go then? And make hafte back-And d'ye hear? John! [John going, returns.]

John. Madam!

Mrs. Oak. Nothing at all

[John goes.]

go along

-How uneafy Mr. Oakly makes

me!Hark'ye! John! [John returns.]

John. Madam!

Mrs. Oak. Send the Porter here.

John. Yes, Madam!

[Exit John.

Tcil. So! She's in a rare Humour! I fhall have -[Afide.]—Will your Lady

a fine Time on't

fhip chufe to dress ?

Mrs. Oak. Prithee, Creature, don't teaze me with your fiddle-faddle Stuff I have a thousand Things to think of-Where is the Porter? Why has not that Booby fent him? What is the Meaning

Re-enter John.

John. Madam, my Master is this Moment returned

turned with Major Oakly, and my young Mafter, and the Lady that was here Yefterday.

Mrs. Oak. Very well. [Exit John.]—Returned!

-Yes, truly, he is returned and in a very extraordinary Manner-This is fetting me at open Defiance-But I'll go down, and fhew them I have too much Spirit to endure fuch Ufage. ·[Going.]—Or stay- -I'll not go amongst his Company I'll go out-Toilet !

Toil. Ma'am !

Mrs. Oak. Order the Coach, I'll go out. [Toilet going Toilet! ftay! ] -I'll e'en go down to

them

-No-Toilet !

Toil. Ma'am!

Mrs. Oak. Order me a boil'd Chicken-I'll not go down to Dinner-I'll dine in my own Room, and fup there I'll not fee his Face thefe three Days.

SCENE changes to another Room.

[Exeunt.

Enter Oakly, Major Oakly, Charles, and Harriot.

Char. My dear Harriot, do not make yourself fo uneafy.

Har. Alas! I have too much Caufe for my Uneafinefs. Who knows what that vile Lord has done with my Father?

Oak. Be comforted, Madam! We fhall foon hear of Mr. Ruffet, and all will be well I dare fay.

Har. You are too good to me, Sir!But I can affure you, I am not a little concerned on your Account as well as my own; and if I did not flatter myself with the Hopes of explaining every Thing to Mrs. Oakly's Satisfaction, I fhould never forgive myself for having disturbed the Peace of fuch a worthy Family.

Maj.

Maj. Don't mind that, Madam! They'll be very good Friends again- -This is nothing among married People.

-'Sdeath! Here he is!--No

-It's only Mrs. Toilet.

Enter Toilet.

Oak. Well, Toilet, What now? [Toil. whispers.] Not well?-Can't come down to Dinner ?-Wants to fee me above? Hark'ye, Brother, what fhall I do?

Maj. If you go, you're undone.

Har. Go, Sir!.

you had better.

-go to Mrs. Oakly—Indeed

Maj. 'Sdeath, Brother! don't budge a FootThis is all Fractioufnefs and Ill-humour

Oak. No-I'll not go-Tell her I have Com

pany, and we shall be glad to fee her here.

Maj. That's right.

Exit Toilet.

Oak. Suppose I go and watch how the proceeds?

Maj. What d'ye mean?--You wou'd not go to her! Are you mad?

Oak. By no Means go to her-I only want to know how fhe takes it.- -I'll lie perdue in my Study, and obferve her Motions.

Maj. I don't like this pitiful Ambufcade-Work -This Bufh-fighting-Why can't you stay here?

-Ay! ay!I know how it will be-She'll come bounce in upon you with a Torrent of Anger and Paffion, or, if neceffary, a whole Flood of Tears, and carry all before her at once.

Oak. You fhall find that you're mistaken, Major! Don't imagine that because I wish not to be void of Humanity, that I am deftitute of Refolution. Now I am convinc'd I'm in the Right, I'll fupport that Right with ten Times your Steadinefs.

Maj.