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put on.

Gods have been in counterfeited you, till I accidentally touched upon your shapes for the same reason; and the divine tender part. But now you have restored me part of me, my mind, has worn this mask of to my former opinion and compassion. madness, and this motley livery, only as the Jer. Sir, your father has sent to know if you slave of love, and menial creature of your are any better yet.-Will you please to be beauty.

mad, Sir, or how ? Ang. Mercy on me, how he talks - Poor Val. Stupidity! you know the penalty of all Valentine !

I'm worth must pay for the confession of my Val. Nay, faith, now let us understand one

I'm mad, and will be mad, to every apother, hypocrisy apart. The comedy draws body but this lady. towards an end; and let us think of le ng Jer. So ;--just the very back-side of truth. acting, and be ourselves; and since you have But lying is a figure in speech, that interlards loved me, you must own, I have at length the greatest part of my conversation.deserved you should confess it.

Madam, your ladyship’s woman. Ang. [Sighs.] I would I had loved you ! for Heaven knows, I pity you; and, could I

Enter JENNY. have foreseen the bad effects, I would bave striven; but that's too late !

Ang. Well, bave you been there ?- Come Val. What bad effects? what's too late ?- hither. My seeming madness has deceived my father, Jenny. Yes, Madam; Sir Sampson will and procured me time to think of means to wait upon you presently. [Aside to Ang. reconcile me to him, and preserve the right of Val. You are not leaving me in this uncermy inheritance to his estate ; which otherwise, tainty? by articles, I must this morning have resigned. Ang. Would any thing but a madman comAnd this l'had informed you of to-day, but plain of uncertainty ? Uncertainty and exyou were gone before I knew you had been pectation are the joys of life. Security is an here.

ipsipid thing; and the overtaking and possessAng: How? I thought your love of me had ing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase. caused this transport in your soul; which, it Never let us know one another better; for the seems, you only counterfeited 'for mercenary pleasure of a masquerade is done, when we ends and sordid interest.

come to show our faces. But I'll tell you two Val. Nay, now you do me wrong; for, if things before I leave you ; I am not the fool any interest was considered, it was yours; you take me for; and you are mad, and don't since I thought I wanted more than love to know it. (Exeuni Angelica and JENNY. make me worthy of you.

Val. From a riddle you can expect nothing Ang. Then you thought me mercenary-But but a riddle. There's my instruction and the how am I deluded by this interval of sense, moral of my lesson. to reason with a madman?

Jer. What is the lady gone again, Sir? I Val. Oh, 'tis barbarous to misunderstand me hope you understood one another before she longer.


Val. Understood ! she is harder to be underEnter JEREMY.

stood than a piece of Egyptian aotiquity, or an

Irish manuscript; you may pore till you spoil Ang. Oh, here's a reasonable creature, your eyes, and not improve your knowledge. sure he will not have the impudence to perse

Jer. 'I have heard them say, Sir, they read vere !-Come, Jeremy, acknowledge your hard Hebrew books backwards. May be you trick, and confess your master's madness begin to read at the wrong end ! counterfeit.

Val. They say so of a witch's prayer ; and Jer. Counterfeit, Madam! I'll maintain him dreams and Dutch almanacs are to be underto be as absolutely and substantially mad, as stood by contraries. But there is regularity any freeholder in Bedlam. Nay, he's as mad and method in that; she is a medal without a as any projector, fanatic, chymist, lover, or reverse or inscription, for indifference has both poet in Europe.

sides alike. Yet while she does not seem to Val. Sirrah, you lie ; I'm not mad.

hate me, I will pursue her, and know ber if it Ang. Ha, ha, ha! you see he denies it. be possible, in spite of the opinion of my sati. Jer, O Lord, Madam, did you ever know rical friend, who says, any madman mad enough to own it ?

That women are like tricks by slight of hand, Val. Sot, can't you apprehend ?

Which, to admire, we should not understand. Ang. Why, he talked very sensibly just now,

[Exeunt. Jer. Yes, Madam ; he has intervals: but you see he begins to look wild again now.

ACT V. Val. Why, you thick-skulled rascal, I tell you the farce is done, and I'll be mad no longer.

[Beats him. SCENE 1.--A Room in FORESIGHT's House. Ang. Ha, ha, ba! is he mad or no, Jeremy? Jer. Partly, I think-For he does not know

Enter ANGELICA and JENNY. his own mind two hours. I'm sure I left him just now in the humour to be mad : and I think Ang. Where is Sir Sampson ? did you not I have not found him very quiet at the present. tell me he would be here before me? [One knocks. ] Who's there!

Jenny. He's at the great glass in the diningVal. Go see, you sot. I'm very glad that 1 room, Madam, setting his cravat and wig. can move your mirth, though not your con- Ang: How! I'm glad on't.-If he has a passion.

mind I should like him, it's a sign be likes Ang. I did not think you had apprehension me; and that's more than half my design. enough to be exceptious: but madmen show Jenny. I bear him, Madam. themselves most by over-pretending to a sound Ang. Leave me; and, d’ye hear, if Valentine understanding, as drunken men do by over- should come or send, I'm not to be spoken acting sobriety. I was half inclining to believe' with.

[Exit Jenny.



his wife than his enemy; for his malice is not

a more terrible consequence of his aversion, Sir S. I have not been honoured with the than his jealousy is of his love. commands of a fair lady a great while.-Odd, Sir S. None of old Foresight's Sibyls ever Madam, you have revived me-nut since I was uttered such a truth. You have won my heart. five and thirty.

I hate a wit; I had a son that was spoiled Ang. Why, you have no great reason to among them; a good hopeful lad, till he complain, Sir Sampson ; that's not long ago. learned to be a wit- -and might have risen

Sir S. But it is, Madam, a very great while; in the state.--But, a plague on't, bis wit ran to a man that admires a fine woman as much him out of his money, and now his poverty has as I do.

run him out of his wits. Ang. You're an absolute courtier, Sir Samp- Ang. Sir Sampson, as your friend, I must

tell you, you are very much abused in that Sir S. Not at all, Madam. You wrong me: matter-be's no more mad than you are. I am not so old neither, to be a bare courtier, Sir S. How, Madam! would I could prove only a man of words. I have warm blood it! about me yet, and can serve a lady any way. Ang I can tell you how that may be done-Come, come, let me tell you, you women but it is a thing that would make me appear to think a man old too soon, faith you do. Come, be too much concerned in your affairs. don't despise fifty; odd, fifty, in a hale con- Sir S. I believe she likes me! [Aside. ]stitution, is no such contemptible aje! Ah, Madam, all my affairs are scarce worthy

Ang. Fifty a contemptible age! not at all: to be laid at your feet; and I wish, Madam, a very fashionable age, I think, I assure you, they were in a better state, that I might make I know very considerable beaus, that set a a more becoming offer to a lady of your incom. good face upon fifty-Fifty! I have seen fifty parable beauty and merit.--If i had Peru in in a side tox, by candle light, out-blossom five one hand, and Mexico in t'other, and the and twenty.

eastern empire under my feet; it would make Sir S.Outsides, outsides; a plague take them, me only a more glorious victim, to be offered mere outsides. Hang your side-box beans; at the shrine of your beauty. no, I'm done of those, pone of your forced Ang. Bless me, Sir Sampson, what's the trees, that pretend to blossom in the fall; matter? and bad when they should bring forth fruit. Sir S. Madam, I love you-ard if you I am of a long-lived race, and inherit vigour. would take my advice in a husband None of my ancestors married till fifty; yei Ang. Hold, hold, Sir Sam, son, I asked they begot sons and daughters till fourscore. your advice for a husband, and you are giving I am of your patriarchs; i, a branch oi one of me your consent. I was thinking to propose your Antediluvian families, fellows that the something like it in jest, to satisfy you about flood could not wash away. Well Madam, Valentine : for if a match were seemingly carwhat are your commands? Has any young ried on between you and me, it would oblige rogue affronted you, and shall I cut his throai, him to throw off his disguise of madness in

apprehension of losing me ; for, you know, he Ang. No, Sir Sampsoa, I have no quarrel has long pretended a passion for me. upon my hapds, I have more occasion for Sir S. Gad, a most ingenious contrivance your conduct than your courage at this time. if we were to go through with it! But why To tell you the truth, I'm weary of living must the match only be seemingly carried on? single, and want a husband.

Let it be a real contract. Sir S. And it is pity you should !-Would Ang. O fy, Sir Sanıpson, what would the she would like me! then I should hamper my world say? young rogues : faith, she's devilish handsome! Sir S. Say? They would say you were a

Aside.] Madam, you deserve a good husband! wise woman, and I a happy man. Madam, I'll and 'twere pity you should be thrown away love you as long as I live; and leave you a upon any of these young idle rogues about good jointure when I die. the town. There's ne'er a young fellow worth Ang. Ay; but that is not in your power, having-that is a very young fellow--Plague Sir Sampson; for when Valentine confesses on them, they never think beforehand-and himself in his senses, he must make over his if they commii matrimony, 'tis as they commit inheritance to his younger brother. murder; out of a frolic; and are ready to Sir S. You're cunning; a wary baggage. hang themselves, or to be hanged by the law, Faith, I like you the better. But, I warrant the next morning. Have a care, Madam. you, I have a proviso in the obligation in

Ang. Therefore I ask your advice, Sir favour of myselt. I have a trick to turn the Sampson ; I have fortune enough to make any settlement upon the issue male of our bodies. man easy that I can like; if there was such a Let us find children, and I'll find an estate. thing as a young agreeable man, with a reason- Ang. Will you? Well, do you find the estate, able stock of good-nature and sense-for I and leave the other to me. Would neither have an absolute wit, por a fool. Sir S. O rogue! but I'll trust you. And

Sir S. You are hard to please, Madam : to will you consent? Is it a match then ? find a young fellow that is neither a wit in his Ang. Let me consult my lawyer concerning own eye, nor a fool in the eye of the world, is this obligation; and it I find what you propose a very hard task. But, faith, you speak very practicable, I'll give you my answer. discreetly ; for I hate both a wit and a fool. Sir S. With all my heart. Come in with

Ang. She that marries a fool, Sir Sampson, me, and I'll lend you the bond. You shall forfeits the reputation of her honesty or under- consult your lawyer, and I'll consult a parson. standing; and she that marries a very vitty I'm a young man ; and I'll make it appearman, is a slave to the severity and insolent You're devilish bandsome. Faith, you're very conduct of her husband. I sbould like a man handsome; and I'm very young, and very of wit for a lover, because I would have such lusty. Ods, hussy, you know how to choose; a obe in my power: but I would no more be and so do 1. I think we are very well met.


Give me your hand; let me kiss it; 'tis as do it hardly so much in consideration of mywarm and as soft-as what? odd as t'other self, as compassion to her. hand !--Give me Vother hand; and I'll mum- Jer. "Tis an act of charity, Sir, to save a fine ble them, till they melt in my mouth.

woman with thirty thousand pounds from Ang. Hold, Sir Sampson-You're profuse of throwing herself away. your vigour before your time. You'll spend Tat. So 'tis faith; I might have saved severyour estate before you come to it,

al others in my time ; but I could never find in Sir S. No, no, only give you a rent roll of my heart to marry any body before. my possessions-Ah! baggage !-I warrant Jer. Well, Sir, I'll go and tell her my masyou for a little Sampson. Odd, Sampson is a ter's coming; and meet you in balf a quarter of very goo name for an able fellow. Your an hour, with your disguise, at your lodgings. Sanipsons were strong dogs from the begin- You must talk a little madly; she woni disning

tinguish the tone of your voice. Ang. Have a care, and don't over-act your Tat. No, no, let me alone for a counterfeit. part. If you remember, Sampson, the strongest I'll be ready for you. [Exit JEREMY. of the name, pulled an old house over his head at last.

Enter Miss Prue. Sir S. Say you so ?- Come, let's go then: I long to be pulling too.-Come away

Miss P. O, Mr. Tattle, are yon here! I'm -Here's

glad I have found you. i have been looking somebody coming.

[Exeunt. for you, till I'm tired.

Tut. O pox ! how shall I get rid of this foolEnter T'ATTLE and JEREMY.

ish girl!

Miss P. O, I have great news, I can tell Tat. Is that not she, gone out just now? you great news-I must not marry the sea. Jer. Ay, Sir, she's just going to the place man now--My father says so. Why wont you of appointment. Ah, Sir, if you are not very be my husband? You say you love me! and faithful and close in this business, you'll cer- you wont be my husband? And I know you tainly be the death of a person that has a may be my husband now, if you please. most extraordinary passion for your honour's Tat. O ly, Miss! who told you so ? service.

Miss P. Why, my father-- I told him that Tat. Ay, who's that ?

you loved me. Jer. Even my upwortby self, Sir. Sir, I Tat. () fy, Miss! why did you do so ? and have had an appetite to be fed with your com- who told you so? mands a great while-And now, Sir, my for- Miss P. Who? Why you did ; did not you ? mer mastor having much troubled the foun- Tat. 0, that was yesterday; that was a tain of his understanding, it is a very plausi- great while ago. I have been asleep since; ble occasion for me to quench my thirst at the slept a whole night, and did not so much as spring of your bounty. "I thought I could not dream of the matter. recommend myself better to you, Sir, than by Miss P. Pshaw! (, but I dreamt that it the delivery of a great beauty and fortune in- was so, though. to your arms,

whom I have heard you sigh Tat. Ay, but your father will tell you that for.

d eams come by contraries. O fy! what, we Tat. I'll make thy fortune ; say no more. must not love one another pow. Pshaw, that Thou art a pretty fellow, and canst carry a would be a foolish thing indeed! Fy, fy! message to a lady, in a soft kind of phrase, you're a woman now, and must think of a new and with a good persuading accent.

man every morning, and forget him every night. Jer. Sir, I have the seeds of rhetoric, and No, no, to marry is to be a child agaio, and oratory in my head-I have been at Cam- play with the same rattle always : O fy, mar. bridge.

rying is a bad thing! Tat. Ay; 'tis well enough for a servant to be Miss P. Well, but don't you love me as well bred at a university; but the education is a as you did last night, then? little too pedantic for a gentleman. I hope Tat. No, no, you would not have me. you are secret in your nature, private, close, Miss P. No? Yes, but I would, though. ba?

Tat. Pshaw, but I tell you, you would not. Jer. O, Sir, for that, Sir, 'tis my chief talent; You forget you are a woman, and don't know I'm as secret as the head of Nilus.

your own mind. Tat. Ay? wbo’s he, though; a privy-coun- Miss P. But here's my father, and he knows sellor !

my mind. Jer. O ignorance ! [Aside.}-A cunning Egyptian, Sir, that with his arms could over

Enter FORESIGHT. run the country, yet nobody could ever fiod out bis head-quarters.

For. O, Mr. Tattle, your servant, you are a Tat. Close dog! a good debaucbee, I war. close man; but methinks your love to my rant bim !—The time draws nigh, Jeremy : «aughter was a secret I might have been trustAngelica will be veiled like a nun; and led with !-or had you a mind to try if I could must be hooded like a friar : ba, Jeremy? discover it by my art?-Hum, ha! I think there

Jer. Ay, Sir, hooded like a hawk, to seize at is something in your physiogoomy that has a first sight upon the quarry. It is the whim of resemblance of her : and the girl is like me. my master's madness to be so dressed; and Tat. And so you would infer that you and I she is so in love with him, she'll comply with are alike-What does tbe old prig mean? I'll any thing to please him. "Poor lady! I'm sure banter him and laugh at him, and leave him, she'll have reason to pray for me, wben she [Aside. ]-I fancy you have a wrong notion ot finds wbat a happy change she has made, be- faces. tween a madman and so accomplished a gen- For. How? what? a wropg notion ! how tleman.

Tat. Ay, faith, so she will, Jeremy! You're a Tat. In the way of art, I have some taking good friend to her, pour creature! I swear 1 features, not obvious to vulgar eyes, that are



indication of a sudden turn of good fortune, in Mr. Scandal, Heaven keep us all in our the lotteryof wives ; and promise a great senses ! I fear there is a contagious frenzy beauty and great fortune reserved alone for abroad. How does Valentine ? me, by a private intrigue of destiny kept Scand. (), I hope he will do well again. I secret from the piercing eye of perspicuity, have a message from him to your niece Angelfrom all astrologers, and the stars them-ica. selves.

For. I think she has not returned since she For. How? I will make it appear, that what went abroad with Sir Sampson. Nurse, why you say is impossible.

are you not gone ? Tat. Sir, 1 beg your pardon, I am in hasteFor. For what?

Enter Ben. Tut. To be married, Sir-married. For. Ay, but pray take me along with you, Here's Mr. Benjamin ; he can tell us if his Sir.

father be come home. Tat. No, Sir, it is to be done privately-I Ben. Who? Father? Ay, he's come home never make confidents.

with a vengeance. For. Well; but my consent, I mean---You Mrs. For. Why, what's the matter? wont marry my daughter without my con- Ben. Matter! Why, he's mad. sent?

For. Mercy on us? I was afraid of this. Tat. Who, I Sir ? I am an absolute stranger Ben. And there's a handsome young woman, to you and your daughter, Sir.

she, as they say, brother Val went mad for, For. Hey-day! What time of the moon is she's mad too, I think. this?

For. O my poor niece! my poor niece! is Tat. Very true, Sir ! and desire to continue she gone too? Well, I shall run mad next.

I have no more love for your daughter, Mrs. For. Well, but how mad ? how d'ye than I have likeness of you: and I have a se- mean? cret in ny heart, which you would be glad to Ren. Nay, I'll give you leave to guess I'll know, and sha'n't know: and yet you shall undertake to make a voyage to Antigua.know it too, and be sorry for it afterwards.- No, I mayn't say so, neither-but I'll sail as I'd have you know, Sir, that I am as knowing far as Leghorn, and back again, before you as the stars, and as secret as the night. And shall guess at the matter, and do nothing else. l'ın going to be married just now, yet did not Mess, you may take in all the points of the know of it half an hour ago; and the lady stays compass, and not hit the right. for me, and does not know of it yet. There's Mrs. For. Your experinent will take up a a mystery for you. I know you love to untie little too much time. difficulties. Or if you can't solve this, stay Ben. Why, then, I'll tell you : there's a new here a quarter of an hour, and I'll come and wedding upon the stocks, and they two are explain it to you:

[Exit. going to be married to rights. Miss P. O father, why will you let him go? Scand. Who? Wont you make him to be my husband ? Ben. Why, father, and—the young woman;

For. Mercy on us, what do these lunacies I can't hit her name. portend? Alas! be's mad, stark wild.

Scand. Angelica ? Miss P. What, and must not I have e'er a Ben. Ay, the same. husband then ? What, must I go to bed to Mrs. For. Sir Sampson and Angelica ? Imnurse again, and be a child as long as she's an possible ! old woman? Indeed but I wont. For, now Ben. That may be—but I'm sure it is as I my mind is set upon a man, I will have a man tell you. some way or other. Ob, methinks I'm sick Scand. 'Sdeath, it is a jest. I can't believe when I think of a man; and if I can't have it. one, I would go to sleep all my life ; for when Ben. Look you, friend; it is nothing to me, I'm awake, it makes me wish and long, and I whether you believe it or no. What I say is don't know for what-and I'd rather be always true, d'ye see; they are married, or just going asleep, than sick with thinking.,

to be married, I know not which. For. O fearful! I think the girl's influenced For. Well, but they are not mad, that is, not too.-Hussy, you shall have a rod.

lunatic ? Miss P. A fiddle of a rou! I'll bave a hus. Ben.' I don't know wbat you may call madband; and if you wont get me one, I'll get ness—but she's mad for a husband, and he's one for myself. I'll marry our Robin the but- horn-mad, I think, or they'd never make a Jer; he says he loves me : and he's a handsome match together.--Here they come. man, and shall be my husband : I warrant he'll be my husband, and thank me too; for he told Enter Sir SAMPSON, ANGELICA, and BUCKRAM.

Sir S. Where is this old soothsayer ? this Enter SCANDAL, Mrs. Foresight, and Nurse.' uncle of mine elect?-Aha! old Foresight! un

cle Foresight! wish me joy, uncle Foresight; For. Did he so? I'll despatch him for it pres double joy, both as uncle and astrologer: ently! Rogue !-Oh, Nurse come hither. here's a conjunction that was not foretold in

Nurse. What is your worship's pleasure ? all your Ephemeres! The brightest star in

For. Here, take your young mistress, and the blue firmament–is shot from above, in a lock her up presently, till farther orders from jelly of love, and so forth; and I'm lord of me. Not a word, hussy-Do what I bid you. the ascendant. You're an old fellow, ForeNo reply: away. And bid Robin make ready sight, uncle, I mean; a very old fellow, uncle to give an account of his plate and linen, d’ye Foresight; and yet you shall live to dance at hear? Be gone, when I bid you.

my wedding, faith you shall. We'll have the [Exeunt Nurse and Miss Prue. music of the spheres for thee, old Lilly, that Mrs. For. What's the matter, husband ? we will; and thou shalt lead up a dance in For. "Tis not convenient to tell vou now via lactea.

Ine so.

For. I'm thunderstruck! You are not mar- for. Why, you told me just now, you went ried to my niece ?

hence in haste to be married ! Sir S. Not absolutely married, uncle ; but Ang. But, I believe Mr. Tattle meant the very near it; within a kiss of the matter, as favour to me, I thank him. you see.

(Kisses ANGELICA. Tut. I did, as I hope to be saved, Madam ; Ang. 'Tis very true indeed, uncle; I hope my intentions were good.-But this is the you'll be any father, and give me.

most cruel thing, to marry one does not know Sir S. That he shall, or I'll burn his globes. how, nor why, por wherefore. The devil take - He shall be thy father: I'll make him thy me, if ever I was so much concerned at any father, and thou shalt make me a father, and thing in my life. I'll make thee a mother; and we'll beget sons Ang. 'Tis very unhappy, if you don't care and daughters enough to put the weekly bills for one another. out of countenance.

Tat. The least in the world—that is, for Scand. Death and hell! Where's Valentine ? my part, I speak for myself. Gad, I never had

[Exit. the least thought of serious kindness-I never Mrs. For. This is so surprising

liked any body less in my life. Poor woman ! Sir S. How! what does my aunt say ? Sur. I'm sorry for her too; for I have no reason to prising, aunt? not at all, for a young couple to hate her peither; but I believe I shall lead her make a natch in winter - It's a plot to under- a damned sort of a life. mine cold weather, and destroy that usurper Mrs. For. He's better than no husband at all of a bed called a warming-pan.

-though he's a coxcomb. [To FRAIL. Mrs. For. I'm glad to hear you have so much Mrs. F. [To her.] Ay, ay, it's well it'3 DO fire in you, Sir Sampson.

worse. Nay, for my part, I always despised Ben. Mess, I fear his fire's little better than Mr. Tatile of all things; nothing but his being tinder ; mayhap it will only serve to light a my husband could have made me like him match for somebody else. The young woman's less. a handsome young woman, I can't deny it; but Tat. Look you there, I thought as much!-father, if I might be your pilot in this case, Plague on't, I wish we could keep it secret; you should not marry her. It is just the same why, I don't believe any of this company

would thing as if so be you should sail as far as the speak of it. Streights without provision.

Ben. If you suspect me, friend, I'll go out of Sir 8. Who gave you authority to speak, the room. sirrah? To your element, fish; be mute, fish, Mrs. F. But, my dear, that's impossible; the and to sea. Rule your helm, sirrah ; don't parson and that rogue Jeremy will publish it. direct me.

Tat. Ay, my dear, so they will, as you say. Ben. Well, well, take you care of your own Ang. O, you'll agree very well in a little helm ; or you mayn't keep your new vessel time, custom will make it easy for you. steady.

Tat. Easy! Plague on't, I don't believe I Sir S. Why, you impudent tarpawling! sir- shall sleep to-night. rah, do you bring your forecasile jests upon Sir S. Sleep! No, why you would not sleep your father? But I shall be even with you; I on your wedding-night?' I'm an older fellow wont give you a groat. Mr. Buckram, is the than you, and don't mean to sleep. conveyance so worded, that nothing can possi. Ben. Why, there's another match now, as if bly descend to this scoundrel? I would not so a couple of privateers were looking for a prize, much as have him bave the prospect of an and should fall foul of one another. I'm sorry estate, though there were no way to come to it, for the young man with all my heart. Look but by the north-east passage.

you, friend, if I may advise you, when she's Bučk. Sir, it is drawn according to your di- going-for that you must expect, I have ex. rections; there is not the least part of the law perience of her—when she's going, let her go. unstopped.

For no matrimony is tough enough to hold her; Ben. Lawyer, I believe there's many a part and if she can't drag her anchor along with her, and leak unstopped in your conscience ! If so be she'll break her cable, I can tell you that.that one had a pump to your bosom, I believe Who's here ? the madman ? we should discover a foul hold. They say a witch will sail in a sieve-but I believe the Enter VALENTINE, SCANDAL, and JEREMY. devil would not venture aboard your con- Val. No; here's the fool; and, if occasion science. And that's for you.

be, I'll give it under my hand. Sir S. Hold your tongue, sirrah.—How Sir S. How now? DOW? who's here?

Val. Sir, I'm come to acknowledge my er

rors, and ask your pardon. Enter Tattle and Mrs. FRAIL.

Sir S. What, have you found your senses at

last then? In good time, Sir. Mrs. F. 0, sister, the most unlucky accident! Val. You were abused, Sir; I never was disMrs. For. What's the matter ?

tracted. Tat. (), the two most unfortunate poor crea- For. How! not mad, Mr. Scandal ? tures in the world we are.

Scand. No, really, Sir ; I'm his witness, it For. Bless us! how so?

was all counterfeit. Mrs. F. Ah, Mr. Tattle and I, poor Mr. Val. I thought I had reasons- but it was a Tattle and I are-I can't speak it out.

poor contrivance : the efiect has shown it Tat. Nor I---But poor Mrs. Frail and I such.

Sir S. Contrivance ! wbut, to cheat me? to Mrs. F. Married.

cheat your father! Sirrah, could you hope to For. Married! How?

prosper? Tat. Suddenly-before we knew where we Val. Indeed I thought, Sir, when the father were--that villain Jeremy, by the help of dis- endeavoured to undo the son, it was a reasonguises, tricked us into one another.

able return of nature.


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