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Sir John. Ah, my lord!

Lurch. Is the coach ready?

Vult. 'Tis at the gate, my lord.

Lurch. Sir John, yoursPray take particular care next time a man of quality lies in your house, that no thieves disturb him.

Sir John. Ah, my good lord!

Lurch. Not a step further.

Sir John. Pray give me the honour to attend your grace to your coach.

Lurch. No, no, by no means.

Sir John. 'Tis my duty---Good your grace.

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.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

Enter MODELY and HEARTWELL.

Modely.

WAS ever any thing so agreeable?

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 dwelling? -The linen smelt of lavender and roses--The honey-suckles hid the light of our small case

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Mode. And mix'd their odours with the sharp morning air, and waked me early.

Heart. Why, did you sleep?

Mode. Like a whipt top. Did not you?

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 ge

"neration.

"Mode. How do you 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

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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.

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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"pid's kalendar. Adieu."

Enter FLORA.

[Exit.

Flora. My uncle, Sir, would speak with youNay, 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 that way?

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.

Heart. Humph! It has been a little dipped; but I have always honourably redeemed it, child.

Flora. Have you a lawful assignment from your last mistress?

Heart. I was as free as air till I beheld those eyes. [Bowing very low.

Flora. Ah, that humble, killing bow !---Go on. Now I know you are to talk of chains, and daggers, and flames, and dying, and darts.

Heart. Is it possible to hide a passion, which, tho' my tongue is silent, breaks out in every look and motion?

Flora. Wonderful pretty this! But, Sir, I know the natural whirl of the mind of man; 'tis as incon stant as a turn-stile, his heart's a tennis-ball, his incli. nation's the racket, and his passions drive it round the world.

Heart. Dare only to try me, and if you like me not, discharge me.

Flora. She deserves to be robbed, who takes a servant that brings a certificate of his being a thief.

Heart. 'Tis not engraven here, I hope.

Flora. Yes, truly, there is a sort of faithless, loving, London, lying air, that hangs upon your fea tures, and frightens me terribly.

Heart. Then propose your own security; bind me as you please.

Flora. Agreed. Suppose then I liked you well enough to make a husband of you; would you marry me?-Look ye thereconfounded-astonished at

once-Mentioning the word only, has put the man into a cold sweat, I profess.

Heart. People who marry for love, my dear, are like those who give bonds with interest for large sums of ready money, and squander the principal; so in a little time are both beggars and prisoners.

Flora. I had rather be a beggar afterwards, than a bubble beforehand. But go on to your purpose, Sir. Heart. I would, have you leave this sour old man, and this rustic cot, and take your flight with me and love---Love shall conduct us with his purple wings, joys shall meet joys in circles, and new pleasures chase the swift hours away. Thou shalt be dearer to me than "" every moment of our lives shall be wife can be; any "beyond the wedding-nights of the dull vulgar." Flora. So, 'tis out at last. What, then I am to be your mistress only, your pretty bella favorita, your inconvenience little private hunting-seat; have every of a wife, with the scandal of a wench, and perhaps be forced to cluck a brood of illegal chickens after me, and peck about the parish for my subsistence? . Heart. What horrible ideas dost thou form! No, my dear, it shall not be within my power to wrong I will settle two hundred pounds a year upon you; you for life, and provide for all our children.

Flora. With a sham lawyer, and a counterfeit set. tlement.

Heart, Choose your own lawyer, take your own security, make your own trustees; you shall have an

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