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Whim. (Aside.) Why-why-why-you are Whim. But, really, when I consider how disa bold man, that's all.–Aloud.] Come, as it is a agreeable a task it is to interfere between man bargain, take hands on it-take hands—nay, sa- and wife--for such I consider you to heInte her come, kiss her, my boy.

Mrs. Pat. 'Tis very true, Sir—in all the quar. Mrs. Pat. [ Aside.) My boy !—the old gentle- rels that I had with my poor dear soul that's dead Dan seems mighty fond of his son.

and gone (and many they were) we never perMon. [Aside.) Egad, I wish this ceremony mitted any body to interfere, but fought them out were well over, I shall never be able to carry on by ourselves. the farce.

[ Salutes her. Whim. However, on this occasion, my friendWhim. (Joining their hands.] May you live ship for you overcomes every other consideration. long together, and may no domestic quarrels ob -In a word, your intended husband has made trude on your happiness !—may you, Mrs. Pat- love to my daughter. typan be surrounded by a numerous offspring. Mrs. Pat. What do I hear! I shall certainly

Mrs. Pat. (Aside.) A numerous offspring ! faint.

Mon. Pray, my dear Sir, drop the subject--you Whim. (Atlempting to support her.) For Heasee it distresses her; and you know one must con- ven's sake, don't faint yet, for I can't support you, sult a woman's feelings on some occasions.

upon my soul. Whim. Certainly! certainly !

Mrs. Pat. An ungrateful fellow !-who owes Mon. I am sure I should be sorry to hurt Mrs. all he has in the world to me! Pattvpan's delicacy.

Whim. Then, of course, all he has in the world Whim. So should l-when a woman has but ought to be at your disposal : but he did not own just enough left for her immediate use, it would be to me that he was even acquainted with you. cruel indeed to dainage that-I'll change the sub Mrs. Pat. I have been a mother to him. ject, Monford, depend upon it.

Whim. Perhaps he thought you fitter to be his (He converses with Mrs. Pattypan in dumb mother than his wife. show.

Mrs. Pal. Oh, Sir, it is not to be repeated what

I have done for that young inan.
Enter FRANK.

Whim. If it is not to be repeated, I'm sure I

don't wish to hear it, Mrs. Pattypan.-But, beFrank. (Aside to Mon.] Sir, it is an impossi. tween you and me-1 suspect the girl is fond of bility for you to procure an interview with Miss him. Charlotte,

Mrs. Pat. Fond of him! Mon. Impossible, Frank !

Whim. Indeed, I don't wonder at it—he is a Frank. Absolutely so—she is so closely watch handsome dog. ed—but I've engaged one in your interest, who Mrs. Pat. He is, to be sure, a likely young will take any message to her for you. No less a fellow-not that I consider his person-the mind person than Mr. Timothy Tartlett.

is my choice-what are fine eyes-flowing locks Mon. But how can he assist me?

-brilliant complexion ?Frank. By communicating to your mistress Whim. (Interrupting her.) Mighty pretty any message you wish; he will never be suspected. things to look at, Mrs. Pattypan-| Aside.) Mon. Not a bad thought, i'faith.

Though you never found them in your glass. Frank. He is a waiting to speak to you below Mrs. Pat. But what are they, compared to the stairs-slip away from the old gentleman di- beanties of the mind? rectly.

Whim. Faith, I don't know-Comparisons are Whim. Now, what the devil can they be odious, and therefore I sha'n't attempt them. whispering about ?-I always suspect a man to be Mrs Pat. Beauty is but skin deepa rogue when I see him whisper. (Whimsex in Whim. (Aside.) Then i'faith your skin conterrupts, and looks anxiously at them.) Eh! ceals it more effectually than any skin I ever saw why you have not changed your mind as to ma- in my life. trimony, have you?

[Exit FRANK Mrs. Pat. But pray, Sir, how did you first disMon. Not in the least, I promise you, Sir- cover this affair ?-tell me all the particulars am now going on some business which, I flatter Whim. I would, if I had thought of it a little myself, will hasten the match, and a few hours sooner-but, for aught I know, at this moment will. I hope, cure all your suspicions. (Exit. your scape-grace may be explaining to my daugh

Whim. Egad, though I'll ask the old woman ter some particulars of which I should wish her some questions about him; there can be no harm at present to remain ignorant-so it behoves me in that.-Pray, Mrs. Pattypan, if I don't hurt to look about me.

(Exit. your delicacy by the question, how long may you Mrs. Pat. [Alone. Why here they come ! have been acquainted with this young man whom ves, to be sure!--Madam ogles and simpers; how you are going to marry ?

ugly she looks when she smiles! Mrs. Pat. (Aside.) Young man whom I am

(Retreats to the back of the stage. going to marry! how the deuce could he hear of my intending to marry Tim Tartlett?

Enter CHARLOTTE and Tim. Whim. You'll excuse my curiosity—but pray is not be rather wild ?

Char. And what time is the chaise to be ready ? Mrs. Pat. (Aside.) Yes, yes-he means Tim Tim. At twelve o'clock, Miss-that was the - To him.) Why, Sir, I believe he is rather time 'Squire Monford fixed. Ah! how he'll be in fighty--he has his little gallantries.

the fidgets !-I know what it is to be a true lovier Whim. Look ye, Mrs. Patty pan--as to his lit- myself, as our Nancy can vitness. tle gallantries, as you call them, perhaps I know Char. Oh! Mr. Timothy, I own to you my more of the matter than you do.

courage fails me, row I come to the point. Mis. Pat. Dear Sir, you awaken my curiosity. Mrs. Pat. (Aside.) I think your ladyship VOL. II....4 Y


seems to have a pretty good share of courage, to Y. Whim. Death and--but I can't stay to be come to the point so soon.

in a passion--and so the lodgings are let ! Tim. As to the matter of that, Miss, as I told Nancy. Ay—there is an oid gentleman, ang you before, I am as much in love as you are- one of the sweetest young ladies

Mrs. Pat. (Aside.) A mutual declaration of Y. Whim. A young lady!-Egad, I mest see love!

her. Tim. Never mind-by this time to-morrow Nancy. And give her a little good advice toe you'll be out of your father's reach.

eh ? Mrs. Pat. [Aside.) Gracious me! he is going Y. Whim. To be sure—nobody better qualified to elope with her!

than myself to give good advice --I have received Tim. How the old gentleman will storm! a great deal more than I make use of; and as I

Char. You know, as people grow in years, their scorn to be a miser, am ready to give it away to sentiments of love affairs naturally change. any one who will take it.

Tim. E'cod, though-that is not the case with Nancy. Bless me, here comes Mr. Furnish, old mistress.

the upholsterer, who has been so often after you Mrs. Pat. (Aside.] Old mistress, indeed ! with his bill, and our neighbour, Mr. Snap, the

Tim. By all accounts she is just as loving now bailiff, with him, I vow. as she was thirty years ago.

Y. Whim. Furnish! that is the man to whom Mrs. Pat (Aside.) His ears shall pay for this. you have denied me so often-What shall I do: Tim. If the old girl was to hear me, now

he never saw me, I believe ? what would she say to it! Ha, ha, ha!- Nancy. Never. Well, Miss, I'll take my leave of you till twelve Y. Whim. Then I fear nothing. However, o'clock. I'm just a going to make merry with a little disguise of my dress may not be amiss-bere few friends for an hour or two—I'll take care that is an old laced hai, and a morning-gown, which you shall have an excellent chaise, and as good a I guess, from its antique appearance, belongs to pair of horses as ever passed Hyde-Park Corner. your old lodger.

Char. Many thanks to you, kind Mr. Timothy. Nancy. Yes; his servant has just been us

Tim. Courage, Miss-true love endures to the packing his portmanteau. end, as the song says. And so a fig for your fa- Y. Whim. Then on they go-in cases of de ther and old mother Pattypan.

cessity one cannot stand upon punctilio. [Exeunt Char. and Tim. (Putting on the hat and morning goos. Mrs. Pat. (Coming forward.] Old mother Pattypan! Old !—I shall run mad! What a plot!

Enter FURNISH. ”Tis lucky, however, I have discovered it—I'll take care there shall be no elopement.--Old, in- you want Mr. Whimsey.

Nancy. Your servant, Mr. Furnish ; I suppose deed !-and too loving !- I don't know what the deuce the fellows would have: when we are is with him.

Fur. Yes, my dear, I own a part of my business young, we are not half loving enough, forsooth!

Nancy. I'll go and see if he's at home. [Esi. and when a few years have taught us how to re- Fur. You may save yourself that trouble, my medy the defect, they treat our improvement with dear; I am pretty sure he is within. contempt.


Y. Whim. I think, Sir, Mr. Whimsey is in

debted to you for the furniture of a house, taken ACT II.

by a very fine girl, who referred you to him for SCENE 1-4 Room in Mrs. PATTYPAN'S


--I have read many of your letters to

him. House, with two windows in the back scene.

Fur. Yes, Sir-a number of letters passed be Enter YOUNG WHIMSEY and Nancy.

tween us.-I suppose I have received å quire of

paper from him at different times; and, egad Y. Whim. Ah! my dear little Nancy--how that is all I ever received from him. - You are his lucky I am, to meet with you alone.

friend, I presume, Sir ? Nancy. I wish then, Sir, you would leave me Y. Whim. I am partial to him, I own; though alone as you found me; upon my word, Mr. I confess he has been duped by women. Whimsey, I'll tell my mistress how rude you be- Fur. That I can pardon, Šir. Gallantry has have.

always been a part of my business. 1. Whim. Pray don't, my dear-she will want Y. Whim. Rather a small part of your businex w try my rudeness herself.—By the bye, where at present, I should think, Mr. Furnish. Is the old woman?

Fur. But you were speaking of Mr. Whimsey, Nancy. At a neighbour's, over the way--you Sir;- --I fear the poor gentleman is much distress know she is as jealous as Old Scratch of poor Mr. ed. —Ah, Sir, there is no putting an old bead on Timothy, and so she means to watch his coming young shoulders. home

Y. Whim. And, really, if that could be done, Y. Whim. Oh! oh!

then she is out, [ Aside.) I don't think it would be any great addition to a so much the better. -[ To her.) Nancy, I want to man's appearance. give you a little good advice-step into my room Fur. I dare say, you would take pleasure in with me, and

affording him relief. Nancy. Into your room! you have no room in Y. Whim. That I would, I assure you. this house, Mr. Whimsey; we have let the loug. Fur. Mine is not a large bill, (Giring him the ings.

bill.) and, I believe, I could afford to make a small Y. Whim. Let the lodgings! with all my fur-abatement in it—a trifling sum will save an unniture in them!

happy youth from disgrace.-Consider the a. Vancy. Pay what you owe, and you may have quisite luxury of a feeling mind in relieving distress vour furniture.

-consider, that generosity is part of the business

of man-Consider compassion—{Y. Whim. him pay for all this when he comes home.shakes his head.) You wont pay the bill—then (Turns and sees Nancy) Ah! my little blossom come in, Mr. Snap, and do your duty-follow me, of beauty, are you there?—[ Aside. To spend and arrest him directly.

two hundred pounds upon a painted doll in ihrec

months !-[ To her.) Why, you look mighty pretEnter SNAP.

ty to-night, child! but what the devil are you lit

tering about? Y. Whim. Hey-day! what's become of the Nancy. Dear Sir, I don't know-I'm in a merry exquisite luxury of a feeling mind in relieving humour, that's all. distress?

Whim. Ah! you dear little—egad, I'm in a Fur. It may do very well for people of fortune; merry humour too.

No,-I lie, I am not merry but a tradesman should never indulge in luxury.' |--[Aside. That scoundrel Jack—I'll disinherit

Y. Whim Consider, generosity is part of the him. [To her.) Well, my little dear, and how business of a man.

d'ye do? the slut fires mé—but then again that Fur. And a dd losing trade it is—there- dog Jack fires me—so that I'm in a manner before it sha'n't be a part of iny business.

tween two fires. Y. Whim. Ha, ha, ha! egad, Furnish, you are Nancy. You seem in a fluster, Sir. very right not to engage in a business where you

Whim. Yes, my love, I am in a fluster-have no stock in trade to begin with.

(Aside.] That spendthrift! What eyes she has !

He must have his wench, forsooth !-the dog Enter NANCY,

has no excuse for bis fault! There is no resisting

that girl, i'faith. Nancy. (Aside to Y. WHM] Lud, Mr. Y. Whim. (Aside.] Well said, Philosophy at Whimsey, here's the old gentleman, our lodger,

threescore. coming this way in a confounded hul" about some (Just as OLD WHMSEY is going to take thing.

Nancy's hand, FURNISH comes forward. Y. Whim. (Aside to NANCY.] I'm very glad of Fur. [ Aside] Av, ay! his young blood beit : I'll have a little sport with the old boy and gins to boil-Mr. Whimsey, I kiss your hand. engage him with Furnish, whilst I get a peep at

Nancy. A lucky release. the young lass.-{To Furn.) My dear Furnish, I

(Ereunt Nancy, and Y. Wum. would advise you to arrest him by all means.

Whim. Sir, your humble servant-you really Nancv. (Aside.) What can he mean now?

have the advantage of me, in knowing me. Y. Whim. Let your friend, Mr.

hap, retire

Fur. Yes, Sir, I really deem it an advantage, for a minute, and I'll explain myself. [Exit and hope to avail myself of it—my name, Sir, SNAP) Between you and me he is now here in is Furnish. [ Aside.) Who the deuce would think disguise.

he is but two-and-twenty years old! I hope you Fur. Here! where ?

have had your health lately, Sir ? Y. Whim. You will see the old fellow present- better for these forty years past.

Whim. Very well, I thank ye; I have not been ly-Nancy tells me he is coming this wayNancy. Ha, ha, ha! I wish I dared laugh out.

Fur. (Aside) Forty years past! And then his Fur. Old fellow! Why I thought he was not coat-a devilish smart coat, to come from Monabove two-and-twenty.

mouth-street. Y. Whim. Very true; but in his present dis

Whim. Why, you seem to be mighty well acguise he appears thrice that age.

quainted with me, Mr. Furnish. Fur. His present disguise !

Fur. Ha, ha, ha! I know you, Sir, by name, Y. Whim. To deceive his creditors is, as you to be sure; and I believe I can form a nearer call it, a part of his business. He wears as many guess at your age than any one would do merely different sorts of wigs in a month as a barber's from your appearance. block ; and all Monmouth-street car scarcely sup do you suppose I am, then ?-Damme, d’ye tako

Whim. (Angrily.) Eh! well, Sir, and how old ply him with a sufficient change of wardrobe.

Fur. Egad, he must be a comical dog !- me for threescore, you blockhead ? shall be ready to laugh in his face.

Fur. Not I, upon my soul, Sir. Nancy. Here he comes, I vow.

Whin. (Less angry.] Then I suppose you Y. Whim. Ay, here he is—[ Aside) Eh!- think me near fifty. what the devil-my father, by all that's whimsical!

Fur. Nothing like it, I assure you. Fur. What's the matter, Sir ? You are not

Whim. Perhaps then, my good friend, you going?

imagine me to be about forty. Y. Whim. No, no, Sir ;-only, if Mr. Whim

Fur. Indeed, I do not, Mr. Whimsey. sey should discover that I have told you this—a

Whim. (Shaking hands with him.) Nay, nay, Jisagreeable altercation might ensue.

my dear fellow, 'tis impossible you can suppose (Goes to the corner of the scene.

me to be much under fisty, ha, ha ha!

Fur. Egad, but I do though, ha, ha, ha! Enter Old WHIMSEY, with open letters in his [Aside.) How well he counterfeits the laugh hand.

of an old man !

(Both laugh some time.

Whim. Upon my soul, Furnish, you are a Whim. What an extravagant dog is this son mighty pleasant fellow. of mine!

Fur. I believe I am-[ make it a part of my Fur. [Aside to Y. Whim.) His son !-so he business to be pleasant-but there is another part pretends to have a son :- that's a devilish good of my business which I must not forget-I have thought, i'faith.

a small bit of paper bere-a little slip, which I Whim. Egad, it is lucky I broke open his let- must trouble you to look over. ters, and discovered his tricks. But I'll make

(Giving nim a out

Whim. Certainly-I am always ready to ! Whim. Mean! why, to be witty, to be suft look over the little slips of my friends, Mr. Fur-suppose there is some clever creature in the house, nish-let me put on my spectacles.

who, having no room for wit in his skull, nas Fur. (Aside.) Spectacles, too! he carries on learnt to jest with his fingers-I am always treated the joke rarely.

thus whenever I visit this cursed town; thank Whim. [Reading:)" John Whimsey, Esquire, Heaven, however, I shall be off in an hour. Let debtor, for furnishing Miss Fanny Flighty's all the things be packed up again—III just stay house in Newman-street !” Why, what the de- to recover my hat and gown-leave a letter to tell vil 's all this? I know nothing of Miss Flighty's Jack he is disinberited, and then trundle into tbe house, in Newman-street.

country, where the people are not sufficiently well Fur. I believe you have passed many a night bred to laugh at the follies of their belters. there.

[Erit Whim. I pass the night at Miss Fanny Char. To-night, did my father say, we were Flighty's !

to set off? Perhaps he may order the chaise esea Fur. Don't think to deceive me, young gen- before the hour l've appointed to elope with Mootleman-don't I know that you have not paid for ford-surely this is about the time Monford was the three last gigs you had ?-that you have as to meet me here—but this unlucky accident! many tricks as a juggler to chouse your creditors ? --that you keep women in every corner of the

Enter NANCY, in tears. town, and change them as often as your horses.

Whim. I can't tell what you may know-but Nancy. Ah! Madam, I think there is nothing curse me if I know a word of the matter.

but unlucky accidents in this house - I know Fur. This I know, that I will have my money. you're in love, Ma'am, as well as me—Tim told

Whim. So you may, but dn me if you me all-we are such true lovers, that we never shall have any of mine.

hide any thing from each other. Fur. Why, you brazen young dog ! you'll Char. Am I then betrayed ? break your poor parent's heart.

Nancy. I hope not, Ma'am—I'm sure your Whim. I'll break your head first, however. sweetheart must be a vile fellow to betray such a (Attempting to strike him. pretty lady; and yet there is no answering for

youth, when they get into company. Enter SNAP.

Char. What d'ye mean, child ?

Nancy: Young men will be young men—but I Fur. Mr. Snap, there's your prisoner. did'nt think Tim would have served me so, when

Snup. ax your pardon, Master Furnish, he he knew the consequences. shall be no prisoner of mine--why I find you Char. (Aside.) Serve her so, when he knew have mistaken the father for the son—'tis lucky the consequences ? the business stoppel here-false imprisonment Nancy. Oh, Ma'am, if you did but know my is a dangerous mistake in this land of liberty. situation. I tremble to think what a noise old

(Exit. mistress will make-I am sure the whole story will Fur. False imprisonment! Bless me--why I come out. Tim has got-got-got- (Sabbing. met a fellow here, who told me a cock-and-a-bull Char. What ?-poor girl, I pity ber distress. story about you--and yet as gentleman-like a man,

(Aside. with a red morning gown and a gold-laced hat. Nancy. But, perhaps, Ma'am, your gentleman

Whim. (Aside.) Eh! i'faith there is some has sometimes served you just the same I beg trick in all this-my hat and gown have not been pardonborrowed for nothing-[ To him.) but what a Char. My dear, you really-confuse me--som cursed fool must you be to trust to appearances ! what has he got ?

Fur. If I had trusted to your appearance, I Nancy. He has got_tipsey, Ma'am-and wben should not have mistaken a gouty old rake of he is tipsey he does not care what he does—I knop threescore for a young rake of two-and-twenty. old mistress will find out that he and I are fallen

Whim. Why, you abusive dirty plebeian- in love together-and here he comes, I vow. you rascally vamper of crazy moveables-out of Char. How unlucky! But he wont stay in this the house directly !

room, will he ? Fur. With all my heart—I'm sure I've no rea- Nancy. Indeed, Ma'am, I can't answer for him. son to like my company-only don't threaten me Char. To say the truth, my dear girl-1 en--if you dare to lay one of your rheumatic old gaged to meet my lover, as you call him, in this bones upon my person, I'll knock you down, 1 very room, presently-pray, contrive that I may will, egad—remember l'm an auctioneer—and to not be disappointed. knock down a lot of old lumber is often a part of Nancy. I will, indeed, Ma'am, if I possibly can my business.

[Erit. —but Tim sometimes is so boisterous, I'm obliged

to let him do as he pleases—[Exit CHARLOTTE) Enter CHARLOTTE.

Bless me, when this love gets into one's head Whim. Oh! I am glad you are come-you

shall be scolded for not putting this room to rights. must set off for home to-night.

(Lets down one of the window curtains; as Char. To-night, Sir!

she begins to let down the other Whim. Av, Ma'am-to-night-I have been plundered, abused, laughed at, and nearly arrested,

Enter Tim TARTLETT, tipsey. ali in the course of half an hour I have lost my Tim. Oh, Nancy! my dear-sweet-pretty litmorning-gown and my best hat; but I'll find my tle Nancy! tol de rol. [Singing and dancing property, i , if it is in the house.

Nancy. Ob, Tim, how can you be so merry in Char. Dear Sir, what can they mean by a such a sh.uation ? trick of that sort ?

Tim. Vy every body is merry ; and all is mere round me--The very tables and chairs dance—and Mon. Really, Sir, this is an extraordinary-a you know the old saying, ven one is at Rome, most unexpected visit. I expect a person here one must do as Rome does.

presently, from whom I must be concealed. Nancy. Pray, sit down.

Y. Whim. So do I. Tim.' I will, since you ax me so civilly-[Sits Mon. And I have chosen this place for my redinon in a chair ) Oh, Nancy ! how I do love you. treat. Vancy. Consider, Tim

Y. Whim. There we agree, my dear Sir. Tim.' I can't consider–I can do nothing but Mon. Zounds! this impertinencebe in love-and one can do that without consi- Y. Whim. Piano, my dear Sir, piano ! If dering at all.

you must swear, let it be in a whisper-consider Nancy. I wish you would go to bed, my dear you will discover yourself.— Tim-Do, take my advice.

Mon. (Aside.) Egad, that's very true. Tim. I will, Nancy, my dear-I will take Whim. (Without.) I'll warrant you I'll ferret your advice.

the dog out at last. Vancy. Come, then.

y. Whim. There, Sir-you have no time to Tim. I am going-1 am going.

lose--we must pursue the old English policyNancy. But you don't stir--Hark! I hear some forget our private disputes, when the common enebody on the stairs--make baste.

my is at the door--and so, Sir, in we go. T'im. I will-I tell you I am going.

(They go behind the curtain. Vancy. Lord! if the old woman should catch me here I am so frightened-here somebody

Enter OLD WHIMSEY. comes, I vow-What shall I do?-I must e'en leave him to himself.

[Erit. Whim. Where can this thief be hid! I am sure Tim. Don't be in a hurry, my love-you see I | I have searched the house from the cellar to the am going-going--going- (Falls asleep. garret, as narrowly as if I had been bred an ex

ciseman-- Seeing Tim.] Oh! here is the Enter MONFORD.

facetious gentleman-asleep too! ha, ha!

Come, my lad, you may as well open your eyes Mon. I can't conceive where Charlotte can be it don't signify your sitting there, and snor-she ought to have been punctual at this time, ing like a damaged organ-pipe- Halloo! when the crisis of our fate approaches--when- Tim. (Waking.) Nancy, my dear Nancy-1 [Tim snores.) Hey-day! what have we here?

am going my friend Timothy stopped short on his journey

Whim. Indeed you are not going-What are to bed, and fallen asleep by the way-Hush! I

you, sirrah? hear a noise on the stairs—let me listen. (Retires.

Tim. A little tipsey, your honour. Enter Young Whimsey, on the other side.

Whim. How did you come by this hat and

morning-gown? Y. Whim. Egad, I have had a hard chase of it how they came by me?

Tim. I came by them! You should rather ask -the old gentleman could not have been warmer in the pursuit, had he been hunting a petticoat

Whim. What made you sit down here ? What the deuce is this? Old mother Pattypan's

Tim. Because I could not stand.

Whim. Quite intoxicated—a thorough-bred husband elect !--My father's voice again !-1 should like to see the end of the joke, but where rogue, I'll warrant him.—How have you macan I hide myself? I'faith this window curtain naged so long to escape hanging, sirrah ? would keep me out of sight, and at the same time years longer than me in the world, without any

Tim. Your honour seems to have lived many give me an opportunity of hearing what passes ; accident; and why should not I have as good and, lest Mr. Timothy should catch cold, I'll lend luck as my neighbours ? him my spoils to cover him, as I have no further use for them. (Lays the gown over Tim TART-all second-hand, I suppose-stick to ihat, my

Whim. Ha, ha !-he has a budget of jokes too LETT, and puts the hat on his head.) But the boy-you'll find it much safer to steal jokes than sound seems to retire, I'll follow it. [Erit.

gold-laced hats. MONFORD comes forward.

Tim. Well, your honour, I suppose you have

no commands for me. I'll e'en finish my nap. Mon 'There are voices on the stairs, sure enough Whim. By all means, my ladand when you -I must not be seen here and yet, if I quit the are sober, I would have you exchange your wit spot, I shall miss the opportunity of seeing Char- for a little honesty, if you can find any at market lotte- lut hold, a bustle again !—if a convenient good bye t'ye.

(Exit Tim. closet could be found now—not one in the room, Y. Whim. [Peeping from behind the curtain.) by all that 's unlucky !-however, here is a cur- One of them is gone. tain will do just as well

Whim. (Aside.) Eh! what's that ? [Seems to listen at the corner of the scenes, and Mon. (Peeping from the other side of the

YOUNG WHImsey enters on the opposite side. curtain.) Which of them is it? Y. Whim. (Aside.) And now, having set all my Whim. (Aside.) Another voice! There is Puppets in motion, I retire behind the curtain, like more mischief going forward in this house. --- I'll à cunning statesman, from the storm I have raised. listen.-(Lays himself back in the chair, puts on (Y. Whimsey and Monro'p steal softly from the hat, and corers himself with the gown.

opposite sides of the stage, towards the cur. Y. Whim. The old gentleman is off--I don't tain; and do not perceiro each other till they hear his tongue. are both on the point of concealing themselves Whim. (Aside.] It is my plague—it is Jack, behind it.

as I live. Y. Whim. (Aside ) Zounds! who is this? Y. Whim. Yes, yes, there lies Tim, taking a

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