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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 forced 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. If it were but so small a matter as ten pounds, Sir
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 iwo. [As he offers to go out on either side, she intercepts him.]
Love. I must go, I can't stayhark, there! Somebody calls me- am very much obliged to you, indeed; I am very much obliged io you.
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 hiin; The third day comes a 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
and fears tlian war or women have ;
[Enter Cromwell. Why, how now, Cromwell ?
Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir.
Wol. What, amaz'd
Crom. How does your grace?
Crom. I'm glad your grace has made that right use of it.
Wol. I hope I have: I'm able, now, methinks,
Crom. The heaviest and the worst
Wol. God bless bim!
Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moore is chosen Lord Chancellor in your place.
Wol, That's somewhat sudden-
When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings,
Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome ;
Wol. That's news indeed !
Crom. Last, that the Lady Apne,
Crom. Oh, my lord !
And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,
Crom. Good Sir, have patience.
Wol. So I have. Farewell
VII-Sir Charles and Lady Racket.
THREE WEEKS AFTER MARRIAGE. Lady R. OLA! I'm quite fatigued-I can hardly move- Why don't you help me you barbarvus man?
Sir C. There-take my arm-
' Sir Č. Dont you?
Lady R. No. Dear me! This glove! Why don't you help me off with any glove ? Pshaw! You awkard thing; let it alone; you an'i fit to be about me.
Reach me a chair-you have no compassion for me I am so glad to sit down-Why do you drag me to routs ?--You know I hate e'm.
Sir C. Oh! There's no existing, no breathing, unless one does as other people of fashion do.
Lady R. But I'm out of humour-I lost all my money,
Sir C. How much?
Sir C. Never fret for that I don't value three hundred pounds, io contribute to your happiness.
Lady R. Don't you ? Not value three hundred pounds to please me?
Sir C. You know I don't.
Lady R. Ah! You fond fool ! But I hate gaming-|| alınost metamorphoses a woman into a fury.- Do you know that I was frighted at myself several times tonight? I had a huge oath at the very tip of my tongue.
Sir C. Had you?
Lady R. I caught myself at it-and so I bit my lips And then I was crammed up in a corner of the room, with such a strange party, at a whist table, looking at black and red spots-Did you mind 'em?
Sir C. You know I was busy elsewhere.
Lady R. There was that strange unaccountable woman, Mrs. Nightshade. She behaved so strangely to her busband--a poor, inoffensive, goodnatured, good sort of a good for nothing kind of a man.- But she so teazed him“How could you play that card ? Ah, youv'e a head, and so has a pin.--You're a numskull, you know you areMa'am he's the poorest head in the world;-he does not know what he is about; you know you don't-Ah, fie! I'm asham'd of you!"
Sir C. She has served to divert you, Lady R. And then to crown all there was my lady Clackit, who runs on with an eternal volubility of nothing, out of all season, time and place.- - In the very inidst of the game, she begins— Lard, Ma'am, I was apprehen. sive 1 should not be able to wait on your ladyship--my poor little dog, Pompey-the sweetest thing in the world? -A spade led! There's the knave.--I was fetching a walk, Me'em, the other morning in the Park-a fine frosty morning it was. I love frosty weather of all thingslet me look at the last trick- and so Me'em little Pom. pey-and if your ladyship was to see the dear creature pinched with the frost, mincing his steps along the Mallwith his pretty little innocent face-I vow I don't kvow what to play.-And so, Me'em, while I was talking to Captain Flimsey-your ladyship knows Captain Flimsey.