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Mrs. Sul. No; I'm condemned to be alone till towards four, and then, perhaps, I may be executeil with his company.

Dor. Well, my dear, l'll leave you to your rest'; you'll go directly to bed, I suppose.

This. Su. I don't know what to do; heigho!
Dor. That's a desiring sigh, sister.
Mrs. Sni. This is a languishing hour, sister.

Dor. And might prove a critical minute, if the pretty fellow were here.

Hirs. jul. Here? what, in my bedchamber, at two o'clock i'th' morning, I undressed, the family asleep, my hated husband abroad, and my lovely fellow at my feet ? ------0, gad, sister!

Dor. Thcughts are free, sister, and them I allow you-So, my dear, good night.

[Exit. Mrs. S:1. A good rest to my dear DorindaThoughts free! are they so? why, then, suppose him here, dressed like a youthful, gay, and burning bridegroom, [ARCHER stra's out of the Closet.) with tongue enchanting, eyes bewitching, knees imploring [Turns a little on one side, unil sees ARCHER in the Posture she describes.]-Ah! [Skricks, and runs to the other Side of the Stage.] Have my thoughts raised a spirit? What are you, sir? a man, or a devil ? Arch. A man, a man, madam.

[Rising 178. SHl. How shall I be sure of it?

Arch. Madam, i'll give you demonstration this minute.

Takes her Hand. Mrs. Sul. What, sir! do you intend to be rude? Arch. Yes, madam, if you please.

Mrs. Sul. In the name of wonder, whence came ye?

Arch. From the skies, madam-I'm a Jupiter in love, and you shall be my

Alcmena. Mrs. Sul. How carne you in? -Arch. I flew in at the window, madain; your cou

sin Cupid lent me his wings, and your sister Venus
opened the casement.

Mrs. Sit. I'ın struck dumb with admiration.
Arch. illnd I with wonder.

Looks passiona!cly ai ler.
Mrs. Sul. What will become of me?

Arch. How beautiful she looks!--the teeming jolly spring smiles in ber blooming face, and when she was conceived, her mother smeli to roses, looked on lilies.

Lilies unfold their white, their fragrant charms,
When the warın sun thus darts into their arms,

[Runs to her.

Wirs. Sul. Ah!

[Shricks. Arch. Oors, madam, what do you mean? you'll raise the house.

Mrs. Sul. Sir, I'll wake the dead, before I hear this. What! approach me with the freedoins of a keeper! I'm glad on’t; your impudence has cured

me.

Arch. If this be impudence, (Kneels.] I leave to your partial self; no partia'y nilgrim, after a ted:o's, painful, voyage, e'er bow'd before his soint with more devotion.

Mrs.Sul. Now, now, I'm ruin'difne kneels. I side.] Rise, thou prostrate engineer; not all thy uderinining skill shall reach my boart. diise and snow that I am a womza, without my sex; } can jore to all the tenderness of wishes, sighis, and rear---R:7 go no farther-Sull, o convinne you dat na more than woman, I caii speak my branity', coniess niy weakness even for ButArch. for me!

[Going to lay hold on her, Mrs. Sul, bold, sir; buid not upou chat-for iny most mortal hatred follows, if you disobey what I

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command you now-leave me this minute--If he denies, I'm lost.

[Aside.
Arch. Then you'll promise
Mrs. Sul. Any thing another time.
Arch. When shall I come?
Alrs. Sul. To-morrow-when you

will.
Arch. Your lips must seal the promise.
Mrs. Sul. Pshaw!

Arch. They must, they must. [Kisses her.] Rap. tures and paradise! and why not now, my angel? The time, the place, silence, and secrecy, all con. spire-And the now conscious stars have pre-ordained. this moment for 'my happiness.

[Takes her in his Arms. Mrs. Sul. You will not, cannot, sure.

Arch. If the sun rides fast, and disappoints not mortals of to-morrow's dawn, this night shall crown my joys.

Mrs. Sul. My sex's pride assist me.
Arch. My sex's strength help me.
Mrs. Sul. You shall kill first.
Arch. I'll die with you. [Carrying her off
Mrs. Sul. Thieves ! thieves ! murder !

Enter SCRUB, in his Breeches, and one Shoe.
Scrub.. Thieves ! thieves ! murder! popery!
Arch. Ha! [Draws, and offers to stab SCRUB.

Scrub. [Kneeling) O pray, sir, spare all I have, and take my life.

Mrs. Sul. [Holding ARCHER's Hand.) What does the fellow mean?

Scrub. O, madam, down upon your knees, your marrowbones—the's one of them.

Arch. Of whom?

Scrub. One of the rogues- I beg your pardon, one of the honest gentlemen, that just now are broke into the house.

me

Arch. How!
Mrs. Sul. I hope you did not come to rob me?

Arch. Indeed I did, madam, but I would have taken nothing but what you might very well have spared; but your crying, Thieves, has waked this dreaming fool, and so he takes them for granted.

Scrub. Granted ! 'tis granted, sir; take all we have.

Mrs. Sul. The fellow looks as if he were broke out of Bedlam.

Scrub. Oons, madam, they're broke into the house with fire and sword; I saw them, heard them, they'll be here this minute.

Årch. What! thieves !
Scrub. Under favour, sir, I think so.
Mrs. Sul. What shall we do, sir?
Arch. Madam, I wish your ladyship a good night.
Mrs. Sul. Will you leave me?

Arch. Leave you! lord, madam, did not you command me to begone just now, upon pain of your immortal hatred. Mrs. Sul. Nay, but pray, sir

[Takes hold of him. Arch. Ha! ha! ha! now comes my turn to be ravished-You see now, madam, you must use men one way or other; but take this by the way, good madam, that none but a fool will give you the benefit of his courage, unless you'll take his love along with it-How are they arm'd, friend? Scrub. With sword and pistol, sir.

[He gets under the Table, Arch. Hush !- -I see a dark lanthorn coming through the gallery-Madam, be assured I will protect you, or lose

my

life. Mrs. Sul. Your life! no, sir, they can rob me of nothing that I value half so much; therefore now, sir, let me entreat you to begone.

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Arch. No, madam, I'll consult my own safety, for the sake of yours; I'll work by stratagem: have you courage enough to stand the appearance of them?

Mrs. Sul. Yes, yes; since I have escaped your hands, I face

any thing. Arch. Come hither, brother Scrub; don't you know me? Scrub. Eh! my dear brother, let me kiss thee!

[Kisses ARCHER. Arch. This way

-Here

[ARCHER and SCRUB hide. Enter GIBBET, with a dark Lanthorn in one Hand,

and a Pistol in the other. Gib. Ay, ay, this is the chamber, and the lady alone.

Mrs. Sul. Who are you, sir? What would you have ? D'ye come to rob me?

Gib. Rob you! alack a day, madam, I'm only a younger brother, madam; and so, madam, if you make a noise, I'll shoot you through the head: but don't be afraid, madam. (Larying his Lanthoin und Pistol upon the Table.] These rings, madam; don't be concerned, madam ; I have a profound respect for you, madam; your keys, madam; don't be frighted, madam; I'm the most of a gentleman. [Searching her Pockets.] This necklace, madam ; I never was rude to any lady! I have a veneration for this necklace.

[Here ARCHER, having come round, and seized

the Pistul, takes GIBBET by the Collar, trips up his Heels, and claps the Pistol to his

Breast. Arch. Hold, profane villain, and take the reward of thy sacrilege.

Gib. Oh! pray, sir, don't kill me; I an't prepared.
Arch. How many is there of them, Scrub?
Scrub. Five and forty, sir.

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