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Man. At your own time, madam.

Count Bas. I must say that for Mr. Manly, madam; if making people easy is the rule of good-breeding, he is certainly the best-bred man in the world.

Man. Soh! I am not to drop my acquaintance, I find-[Aside.] I am afraid, sir, I shall grow vain upon your good opinion.

Count Bas. I don't know that, sir; but I am sure what you are pleased to say makes me so.

Man. The most impudent modesty that ever I met with.

[Aside. Lady Wrong. Lard! how ready his wit is. [Aside.

Sir Fran. Don't you think, sir, the count's a very fine gentleman

[ Apart. Man. Oh, among the ladies, certainly. [ Apart.

Sir Fran. And yet he's as stout as a lion. Waund, he'll storm any thing.

[ Apart. Man. Will he so? Why then, sir, take care of your citadel.

[ Apart. Sir Fran. Ah, you are a wag, cousin. [ Apart.

Man. I hope, ladies, the town air continues to agree with you.

Jenny. Oh, perfectly well, sir! We have been abroad in our new coach all day long and we have bought an ocean of fine things. And to-morrow we go to the masquerade; and on Friday to the play ; and on Saturday to the opera ; and on Sunday we are to be at the what-d'ye call it-assembly, and see the ladies play at quadrille, and piquet, and ombre, and hazard, and basset; and on Monday we are to see the king; and so on Tuesday

Lady Wrong. Hold, hold, miss! you must not let your tongue run so fast, childyou forget; you know I brought you hither to learn modesty.

Man. Yes, yes! and she is improved with a vengeance

Jenny. Lawrd! mamma, I am sure I did not say, any harm; and if one must not speak in one's turn, one may be kept under as long as one for aught I see.

Lady Wrong. O my conscience, this girl grows so headstrong

Sir Fran. Ay, ay, there's your fine growing spirit for you! Now tack it dawn an' you can.

Jenny. All I said, papa, was only to entertain my cousin Manly.

Man. My pretty dear, I am mightily obliged to you. Jenny. Look

you there now, madam. Lady Wrong. Hold your tongue, I say.

Jenny. [Turning away and glowting.) I declare it, I won't bear it: she is always snubbing me before you, sir ! I know why she does it, well enough

[ Aside to the Count. Count Bas. Hush, hush, my dear! don't be uneasy at that ; she'll suspect us.

[ Aside. Fenny. Let her suspect, what do I care-I don't know but I have as much reason to suspect as shem though perhaps I am not so afraid of her.

Count Bas. [Aside.] I'gad, if I don't keep a tight

hand on my tit, hiere, she'll run away with my pro.. ject before I can bring it to bear.

Lady Wrong. [ Aside.] Perpetually hanging upon him! The young harlot is certainly in love with him; but I must not let them see I think so—and yet I cann't bear it Upon my life, count, you'll spoil that forward' girl--you should not encourage her so.

Count Bas. Pardon me, madam, I was only advising her to observe what your ladyship said to her.

Man. Yes, truly, her observations have been some. thing particular.

[ Aside. Count Bas. In one word, madam, she has a jealousy of your ladyship, and I am forced to encourage her, to blind it; 'twill be better to take no notice of her behaviour to me.

[ Apart. Lady Wrong. You are right, I will be more cautious.

[ Apart. Count Bas. To-morrow, at the masquerade, we may lose her.

[ Apart. Lady Wrong. We shall be observed ; I'll send you a note, and settle that affair-go on with the girl, and don't mind me.

[ Apart. Count Bas. I have been taking your part, my little angel.

Lady Wrong. Jenny! come hither, child-you must not be so hasty, my dear-I only advise you for your good.

Jenny. Yes, mamma; but when I am told of a thing before company, it always makes me worse, you know.

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Man. If I have any skill in the fair sex, miss and her mamma have only quarrelled because they are both of a mind. This facetious count seems to have made a very genteel step into the family. [ Aside.

Enter MYRTILLA. MANLY talks apart with her.

Lady Wrong. Well, Sir Francis, and what news have you brought us from Westminster to-day?

Sir Fran. News, madam! I'cod! I have some and such as does not come every day, I can tell youa word in your ear -I have got a promise of a place at court of a thousand pawnd a-year already.

Lady Wrong. Have you so, sir ? And pray who may you thank for't? Nowl who is in the right? Is not this better than throwing so much away after a stinking pack of fox-hounds in the country? Now your family may be the better for it.

Sir Fran. Nay, that's what persuaded me to come up, my dove.

Lady Wrong. Mighty well-come-let me have another hundred pound then. Sir Fran. Another! child? Waunds!

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have had one hundred this morning, pray what's become of that, my dear?

Lady Wrong. What's become of it? Why, I'll shew. you, my love! Jenny, have you the bills about you.

Jenny. Yes, mamma.

Lady Wrong. What's become of it? Why, laid out, my dear, with fifty, more to it, that I was forced to borrow of the count here,

Jenny. Yes, indeed, pápa, and that would hardly do neither-There's the account.

Sir Fran. [Turning over the bills.] Let's see! let's seel what the devil have we got here?

Man. Then you have sounded your aunt you say, and she readily comes into all I proposed to you.

[ Apart. Myr. Sir, I'll answer, with my life, she is most thankfully yours in every article. She mightily de. sires to see you, sir.

[dpart. Man. I am going home, directly; bring her to my house in half an hour; and if she makes good what you tell me, you shall both find your account in it.

Apart. Myr. Sir, she shall not fail you.

[4 part. Sir Fran. Ods-life! madam, here's nothing but toys and trinkets, and fans, and clock stockings, by wholesale.

Lady Wrong. There's nothing but what's proper, and for your credit, Sir Francis–Nay, you see I am so good a housewife, that in necessaries for myself I have scarce laid out a shilling.

Sir Fran. No, by my troth, so it seems; for the devil o'one thing's here that I can see you have any occasion for.

Lady Wrong. My dear, do you think I came hither to live out of the fashion ! why, the greatest distinction of a fine lady in this town is in the variety of pretty things that she has no occasion for.

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