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V.-Lovegold and Lappet-MISER.

Love. ALL's well hitherto; my dear money is safe.Is it you Lappet?

Lap. I should rather ask if it be you, Sir: why, you look so young and vigorous

Love. Do I? Do I?

Lap. Why, you grow younger and younger every day, Sir; you never looked half so young in your life, Sir, as you do now. Why, Sir, I know fifty young fellows of five and twenty, that are older than you are.

Love. That may be, that may be, Lappet, considering the lives they lead; and yet I am a good ten years above fifty.

Lap. Well, and what's ten years above fifty? 'tis the very flower of a man's age. Why, Sir, you are now in the very prime of your life.

Love. Very true, that's very true, as to understanding; but I am afraid, could I take off twenty years, it would do me no harm with the ladies, Lappet.-How goes on our affair with Marianna? Have you mentioned any thing about what her mother can give her? For nowadays nobody marries a woman, unless she bring something with her besides a petticoat.

Lap. Sir, why, Sir, this young lady will be worth to you as good a thousand pounds a year, as ever was told. Love. How! A thousand pounds a year?

once.

Lap. Yes, Sir. There's in the first place, the article of a table; she has a very little stomach-she does not eat above an ounce in a fortnight; and, then, as to the quality of what she eats, you'll have no need of a French cook upon her account. As for sweetmeats she mortally hates them; so there is the article of desserts wiped off all at You'll have no need of a confectioner, who would be eternally bringing in bills for preserves, conserves, biscuits, comfits, and jellies, of which half a dozen ladies would swallow you ten pounds worth at a meal. This, [ think, we may very moderately reckon at two hundred pounds a year at least. For clothes, she has been bred up at such a plainness in them, that should we allow but for three birthnight suits in a year, saved, which are the least a town lady would expect, there go a good two hundred pounds a year more. For jewels (of which she hates

the very sight) the yearly interest of what you must lay out in them would amount to one hundred pounds. -Last ly, she has an utter detestation for play, at which I have known several moderate ladies lose a good two thousand pounds a year. Now, let us take only the fourth part of that, which amounted to five hundred, to which if we add two hundred pounds on the table account, two hundred pounds in clothes, and one hundred pounds in jewelsthere is, Sir, your two thousand pounds a year, in hard

money.

Love. Ay, ay, these are pretty things, it must be confessed, very pretty things; but there is nothing real in them.

Lap. How, Sir! is it not something real to bring you a vast store of sobriety, the inheritance of a love for simplicity of dress, and a vast acquired fund of hatred for play?

Love. This is downright raillery, Lappet, to make me up a fortune out of the expenses she won't put me to.But there is another thing that disturbs me. You know this girl is young, and young people generally love one another's company; it would ill agree with a person of my temper to keep an assembly for all the young rakes, and flaunting girls in town.

Lap. Ah, Sir, how little do you know of her! This is another particularity that I had to tell you of;-she has a most terrible aversion to young people, and loves none but persons of your years. I would advise you, above all things, to take care not to appear too young. She insists on sixty, at least. She says that fifty six years are not able to content her.

Love. This humour is a little strange, methinks.

Lap. She carries it further, Sir, than can be imagined. She has in her chamber several pictures; but, what do you think they are? None of your smoothfaced young fellows, your Adonises, your Parises and your Appollos: No, Sir, you see nothing there, but your handsome figures of Saturn, king Priam, old Nestor, and good father Anchises upon his son's shoulders.

Love. Admirable! This is more than I could have hoped; to say the truth, had I been a woman, I should never have loved young fellows.

Lap. I believe you: pretty sort of stuff, indeed, to be in love with your young fellows! Pretty masters, indeed, with their fine complexions, and their fine feathers!

Love. And do you really think me pretty tolerable? Lap. Tolerable! you are ravishing: If your picture was drawn by a good hand, Sir, it would be invaluable ! Turn about a little, if you please-there, what can be more charming? Let me see you walk-there's a person for you; tall, straight, free and degagee; Why, Sir, you have no fault about you.

Love. Not many-hem-hem-not many, I thank heaven; only a few rheumatic pains now and then, and a small catarrh that seizes me sometimes.

Lap. Ah, Sir, that's nothing; your catarrh sits very well upon you, and you cough with a very good grace. Love. But tell me, What does Marianna say of my person ?

Lap. She has a particular pleasure in talking of it; and I assure you Sir, I have not been backward, on all such occasions, to blazon forth your merit, and to make her sensible how advantageous a match you will be to her? Love. You did very well and I am obliged to you.

Lap. But, Sir, I have a small favour to ask of you ;—I have a lawsuit depending, which I am on the very brink of losing, for want of a little money; [He looks gravely] and you could easily procure my success, if you had the least friendship for me.-You can't imagine, Sir, the pleasure she takes in talking of you: [He looks pleased] Ah! how you will delight her, how your venerable mien will charm her! She will never be able to withstand you.- -But, indeed, Sir, this lawsuit will be a terrible consequence to me; [He looks grave again] I am ruined if I loose it; which a very small matter might prevent-ah! Sir, had you but seen the raptures with which she heard me talk of you. He resumes his gaiety] How pleasure sparkled in her eyes at the recital of your good qualities! In short, to discover a secret to you, which I promised to conceal, I have worked up her imagination till she is downright impatient of having the match concluded.

Love. Lappet, you have acted a very friendly part; and I own that I have all the obligations in the world to you

Lap. I beg you would give me this little assistance, Sir; [He looks serious] It will set me on my feet, and I shall be eternally obliged to you.

Love. Farewell; I'll go and finish my dispatches.

Lap. I assure you, Sir, you could never assist me in a greater necessity.

Love. I must give some orders about a particular af fair.

Lap. I would not importune you, Sir, if I was not forc ed by the last extremity.

Love. I expect the tailor, about turning my coat;don't you think this coat will look well enough turned, and with new buttons, for a wedding suit?

Lap. For pity's sake, Sir, don't refuse me this small favor: I shall be undone, indeed, Sir.

small a matter as ten pounds, Sir

If it were but so

Love. I think I hear the tailor's voice.

Lap. If it were but five pounds, Sir; but three pounds, Sir; nay, Sir, a single guinea would be of service for a day or two. [As he offers to go out on either side, she intercepts him.]

Love. I must go, I can't stay-hark, there! Somebody calls me-I am very much obliged to you, indeed; I am very much obliged to you.

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Lap. Go to the devil, like a covetous good for nothing villain as you are. Ramile is in the right; however, I shall not quit the affair; for though I get nothing out of him, I am sure of my reward from the other side.

VI.-Cardinal Wolsey and Cromwell.-HENRY VIII.
Wol. FAREWELL, a long farewell to all iny greatness!
This is the state of man; to day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope; tomorrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him ;
The third day comes á frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a ripening, nips his shoot-
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
These many summers in a sea of glory;

But far beyond my depth; my high blown pride
At length broke under me; and now has left me,

Weary and old with service, to the mercy

Of a rude stream that must forever hide me.
Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye!
I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to,
That sweet regard of princes, and his ruin,
More pangs and fears than war or women have ;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.

Why, how now, Cromwell?

Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir.
Wol. What, amaz'd

Atm

[Enter Cromwell.

my misfortunes? Can thy spirit wonder

A great man should decline? Nay if you weep,
I'm fallen indeed.

Crom. How does your grace?

Wol. Why, well;

Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.
I know myself now, and I feel within me

A peace above all earthly dignities;

A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me,
I humbly thank his Grace; and from these shoulders,
These ruined pillars, out of pity taken

A load would sink a navy, too much honour.

Oh, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden

Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven!

Crom. I'm glad your grace has made that right use of it. Wol. I hope I have: I'm able, now, methinks,

Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,

T' endure more miseries, and greater far,

Than my weak hearted enemies dare offer.

What news abroad?

Crom. The heaviest and the worst

Is your displeasure with the king.

Wol. God bless him!

Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moore is chosen

Lord Chancellor in your place.

Wol, That's somewhat sudden

But he's a learned man.

May he continue

Long in his highness' favour, and do justice,

For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones,

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