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-Nothing but rubbish in my hand !--I can't help it. ind so, Me’em, five odious frights of dogs beset my poor ttle Pompey-the dear creature has the heart of a lion ; ut who can resist five at once ?-And so Pompey barked ir assistance--the hurt he received was upon his chestne doctor would not advise him 10 venture out till the cund is healed, for fear of an inflamation. Pray what's umps ? Sir C. My dear, you'd make a most excellent actress. Lady R. Well, now, lets go to rest-but, Sir Charles, ow shockingly you play'd that last rubber, when I stood joking over you! Sir C. My love, I play'd the truth of the game. Lady R. No, indeed my dear, you played it wrong. Sir C, Po! Nonsense! You don't understand it. Lady R. I beg your pardon, I'm allowed to play better
Sir C. All conceit, my dear! I was perfectly right. Lady R. No such thing, Sir Charles; the diamond was le play. Sir Č. Po! Po! Ridiculous! The club was the card, aainst the world.
Lady R. Oh! No, no, no-I say it was the diamond. Sir C. Madam, I say it was the club. Lady R. What do you fly into such a passion for ? Sir C. Death and fury, Do you think I don't know hat I'm about? I tell you once more, the club was the adgment of it. Lady R. May be so-have it your own wa Sir Č. Vexation! You're the strangest woman that eva r lived; there's no conversing with you.---Look ye here, iy Lady Rackel-?tis the clearest case in the world Il make it plain in a moment. Lady R. Well, Sir; ha, ha, ha! Sir Č. I had four cards left--a trump had ledthey 'ere six-no, no, no- they were seven, and we nine -ther, you know- the beauty of the play was toLady R. Well, now, 'tis amazing to me that you can't eit. Give me leave, Sir Charles--your left hand adersary had led his last trump-and he had before finessed se club, and roughed the diamond--now if you had put n your diamond
Sir C. But, Madam, we played for the odd trick,
Will you hear me?
Sir Č. Why then you are enough to provoke the patience of a Stoic. Very well, madam! You know 80 more of the game than your father's leaden Hercules on the top of the house. You know no more of whist than he does of gardening.
Lady R. Ha, ha, ha!
Sir Č. You're a 'vile woman, and I'll not sleep another night under one roof with you. Lady R. As you please, Sir.
Sir C. Nadain, it shall be as I please --I'll order my te chariot this moment. [Going.] I know how the cards should be played as well as any man in England, that let me tell you-[Going ] And when your family were stand- C ing behind counters, measuring out tape, and bartering for Whitechapel needless, my ancestors, my ancestors, Madam, were squandering away whole estates, at cards ; estates, my lady Racket-[She hums a tune.] Why, then, by all thai's dear to me, l'il never exchange another word B with you, good, bad, or indifferent. Look ye, my lady Racket_thus it stood
-the trump being led, it was then hat my
Sir Č. I have done with you forever; and so you may tell your father.
Lady R. What a passion the gentleman is in ! Ha! ha!
В. Sir C. That, and that only, prevails with me to tell you the club was the play.
Lady R. Well, be it so I have no objection.
Sir C. 'Tis the clearest point in the word we were nine, and
Lady R, And for that very reason, you know the club - was the best in the house.
Sir C. There's no such thing as talking to you. You're a base woman-l'll part with you forever, you may live here with your father, and admire his fantastical evergreens, till you grow as fantastical yourself I'll set out for London this instant.-Stops at the door] The club was not the best in the house.
Lady R. How calm you are! Well, I'll go to bed. Will you come ? you had better- Poor Sir Charles.
[Looks and laughs, then exit.] Sir C. That case is provoking-[Crosses to the opposite door where she went out.] I tell you the diamond was not the play; and here I take my final leave of you-[Walks back as fast as he can] I am resolved upon it, and I know the club was not the best in the house.
VIII--Brutus and Cassius.---SHAKESPEARE.
Cas. At such a tine as this, is it not meet
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Cus. I an itching palm ?
Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
Cas. Chastisement ? Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember. Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake ? What! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers; Shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?
And sell the mighty space of our large honours,
Cas. Brutus, bay not me:
Brub. Go to! You are not, Cassius.
Cas. Urge me no more : I shall forget myself ?
Bru. Away, slight man !
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Cas. Must I endure all this!
Cas. Is it to come to this ?
Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me Brutus
Bru. If you did I care not.
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love.
should be sorry for.
Cas. I denied you not.
Cas. I did not; he was but a fool
Bru. I do not. Still you practice them on me.
Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they did appear As huge as high Olympus.
Cas. Come Anthony! And young Octavius, come!