His confidence amazes me-Perhaps How immense the worth of these fair jewels? At our approach, and once more bend before us.- The bright temptation, and I see it yet→ Why am I thrill'd with horror ?-Tis not choice, Enter OLD WILMOT. O. Wil. The mind contented, with how little pains The wand'ring senses yield to soft repose, What art thou gazing on ?-Fie, 'tis not well- Ag. And who shall know it? O. Wil. There is a kind of pride, a decent dignity, Due to ourselves; which, spite of our misfor Were famine not as mortal as the sword, Die how you will, you shall not die alone. O. Wil. There is no fear of that. O. Wil. Strange folly! where the means? O. Wil. Ah!-Take heed! Perhaps thou dost but try me; yet take heedThere's nought so monstrous but the mind of man In some conditions may be brought t'approve; Agn. And add to these detested suicide, O.Wil. The inhospitable murder of our guest!— How could'st thou form a thought so very damning, So advantageous, so secure, and easy; Agn. 'Tis less impiety, less against nature,, To take another's life than end our own. O. Wil. No matter which, the less or greater crime : Howe'er we may deceive ourselves or others, For our own preservation. O. Wil. Rest contented: Agn. Then nought remains, To put thy life and fortune in the hands Agn. By what means O. Wil. Why, what a fiend!- Agn. Barbarous man! Whose wasteful riots ruin'd our estates, Thou most remorseless, most ungrateful man!, O. Wil. Dry thy tears: I ought not to reproach thee. 1 confess That thou hast suffer'd much: so have we both. Stop, hold thy hand!-Inconstant, wretched woman! What! doth my heart recoil?-O, Wilmot! Wil mot! What power shall I invoke to aid thee, Wilmot [Scene closes SCENE III-Another Room. Enter CHARLOTTE, EUSTACE, and RANDAL. Char. What strange neglect! The doors are all unbarr'd, And not a living creature to be seen. Enter OLD WILMOT and AGNES. He'll never know the loss, nor feel the bitter His slumbers seem, they can't continue long. O. Wil. O, Agnes! Agnes! if there be a hell, We should expect it. Goes to take the dagger, lets it fall. Agn. Shake off this panic, and be more yourself. O. Wil. What's to be done? On what had we determin'd? Agn. You're quite dismay'd. What prodigy of horror is disclosing, O. Wil. Pr'ythee, peace: The miserable damn'd suspend their howling, That is the dagger my young master wore. Eus. My mind misgives me. Do not stand to course, When we the curse and burden of the earth, [Takes up the dagger. From age to age, to teach desponding mortals, O. Wil. Give me the fatal steel. "Tis but a single murder: Necessity, impatience and despair, The three wide mouths of that true Cerberus, : Devour their millions daily and shall I- first. I dare not trust thy weakness. Agn. Ever kind, But most in this! O. Wil. I will not long survive thee. [Going the wrong way. I'd give them all to speak my penitence, Agn. Where do you go? O. Wil. True, I had forgot. us. What are we doing? Misery and want Deep, and sincere, and equal to my crime. Enter RANDAL and EUSTACE. [Dies. O. Wil. What whining fool art thou, whe would'st usurp My sovereign right of grief?-Was he thy son ? Say! canst thou show thy hands reeking with blood, That flow'd, through purer channels, from thy loins? Compute the sands that bound the spacious ocean, Ó. Wil. O would they end THE GUARDIAN: A COMEDY, IN TWO ACTS. BY DAVID GARRICK, Esq. REMARKS. Mr. Garrick, perhaps the best judge of the drama that this or any other nation ever produced, has, in the following little piece, presented the theatrical world with a translation of M. Fagan's "Pupille," which was esteemed a very complete little comedy. He has, however, not confined himself to a mere translation, but has, with great judgment, made "such alterations from the original as the difference of the language and manners required." The success with which this piece was attended, so far exceeded the hopes of the author, that he availed himself of "an opportunity to return thanks to the public for their kind indulgence, and to the performers, for their great care." Mr. Heartly the guardian, originally performed by Mr. Garrick himself, and Miss Harriot, his ward, by Miss Pritchard, are two finely-drawn characters, which were well supported. Serv. I shall, Sir [Exit. Sir C. Now nephew, consider once again, before I open the matter to my neighbour Heartly, what I am going to undertake for you.-Why don't you speak? Young C. Is it proper and decent, uncle? Sir C. Pshaw; don't be a fool-but answer me don't you flatter yourself What assurance have you that this young lady, my friend's ward, has a liking to you? Young C. First then-Whenever I see her she never looks at me-That's a sign of love.— Whenever I speak to her she never answers 16 me-Another sign of love.-And whenever I speak to any body else she seems to be perfectly easy-That's a certain sign of love. Sir C. The devil it is! Young C. When I am with her, she's always grave; and the moment I get up to leave her, then the poor thing begins-"Stay, you agreeable runaway, stay, I shall soon overcome the fears your presence gives me."I could say more- -But a man of honour, uncle Sir C. What, and has she said all these things to you? Young C. O yes, and ten times more-with her eyes. Sir C. With her eyes! Eyes are very equivocal, Jack. However, if the young lady has any liking to you, Mr. Heartly is too much a man of the world, and too much my friend, to oppose the match; so do you walk into the garden, and I will open the matter to him. Young C. Is there any objection to my staying, You Young C. You'll excuse me, Mr. HeartlyMy uncle does not set up for an orator-a little confused or so, Sir-You see what I am--But I ought to ask pardon for the young lady and myself. We are young, Sir.-I must confess we were wrong to conceal it from you-but my uncle, see is pleased to be angry, and therefore I shall say no more at present. uncle? The business will soon be ended. Good morrow to you, neighbour. Heart. And to you, Sir Charles; I am glad to see you so strong and healthy. Sir C. I can return you the compliment, my friend-Without flattery, you don't look more than thirty-five; and between ourselves, you are on the wrong side of forty-But, mum for that. Heart. Ease and tranquillity keep me as you see. Sir C. Why don't you marry, neighbour? A good wife would do well for you. Heart. For me? you are pleased to be merry, Sir Charles. Sir C. No, faith, I am serious, and had I a daughter to recommend to you, you should say me nay, more than once, I assure you, neighbour Heartly, before I would quit you. Heart. I am much obliged to you. Sir C. And now to my business.-You have no objection, I suppose, to tie up your ward, Miss Harriot, though you have slipped the collar yourself-Ha, ha, ha! Heart. Quite the contrary, Sir; I have taken her some time from the boarding school, and brought her home, in order to dispose of her worthily with her own inclination. Sir C. Her father, I have heard you say, recommended that particular care to you, when she had reached a certain age. Heart. He did so-Ånd I am the more desirous to obey him scrupulously in this circumstance, as she will be a most valuable acquisition to the person who shall gain her-for, not to mention her fortune which is the least consideration, her sentiments are worthy her birth; she is gentle, modest, and obliging-In a word, my friend, never saw youth more amiable or discreet-but perhaps I am a little partial to her. Sir C. No, no, she is a delicious creature, every body says so-But I believe, neighbour, something has happened that you little think of. Heart. What, pray, Sir Charles? Sir C. My nephew, Mr. Heartly—————— Re-enter YOUNG CLACKIT. Young C. Here I am at your service, Sir.My uncle is a little unhappy in his manner; but I'll clear the matter in a moment-Miss Harriot, Sir-your ward Sir C. Get away, you puppy! Young C. Miss Harriot, sir, your ward, a most accomplished young lady, to be sure Sir C. Thou art a must accomplished coxcomb, to be sure. Heart. Pray, Sir Charles, let the young gentleman speak. Sir C. If you don't leave the room this moment, and stay in the garden till I call you Young C. I am sorry I have displeased you— did not think it was mal-a-propos; but you must have your way, uncle-You command--I submit-Mr. Heartly, yours. [Exit. Sir C. Puppy! [Aside.] My nephew's a little unthinking, Mr. Heartly, as you see, and therefore I have been a little cautious how I have proceeded in this affair: but indeed he has persuaded me, in a manner, that your ward and he are not ill together. Heart. Indeed! This is the first notice I have had of it, and I cannot conceive why Miss Harriot should conceal it from me; for I have often assured her that I would never oppose her inclination, though I might endeavour to direct it. Sir C. You are right, neighbour.-But here she is. Heart. Don't be disturb'd, I shall not reproach you with any thing but keeping your wishes a secret from me so long. Har. Upon my word, Sir-Lucy! Lucy. Well, and Lucy! I'll lay my life 'tis a treaty of marriage. Is that such a dreadful thing? Oh, for shame, Madam! Young ladies of fashion are not frightened at such things now-a-days. Heart. (To SIR CHARLES.] We have gone too far, Sir Charles.-We must excuse her delicacy, and give her time to recover:-I had better talk with her alone; we will leave her now.-Be persuaded that no endeavours shall be wanting on my part to bring this affair to a happy and speedy conclusion. 翼人 Sir C. I shall be obliged to you, Mr. Heartly.— Young lady, your servant.-What grace and modesty! She is a most engaging creature, and I shall be proud to make her one of my family. [TO HEARTLY. Heart. You do us honour, Sir Charles. [Exeunt SIR CHARLES and HEARTLY. Lucy. Indeed, Miss Harriot, you are very particular. You was tired of the boarding school, and yet seem to have no inclination to be married. What can be the meaning of all this? That smirking old gentleman is uncle to Mr. Clackit; and, my life for it, he has made some proposals to your guardian. Har. Pr'ythee, don't plague me about Mr. Clackit. Lucy. But why not, Miss? Though he is a |