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“ see-within a quarter of twelve-hem-he, hem!- 1 " just upon the turning of the tide, bring me the uri. “ nal. And I hope, neither the lord of my ascend.

ant, nor the moon will be combust; and then I may “ do well.

Scand. I hope so-Leave that to me; I will erect

a scheme; and I hope I shall find both Sol and Ve.! “ nus in the sixth house.

For. I thank you, Mr. Scandal; indeed that " would be a great comfort to me. Hem, hem! good

[Exit. Scand. Good night, good Mr. Foresight. And “ I hope Mars and Venus will be in conjunction“ while your wife and I are together.”

Mrs. For. Well; and what use do you hope to make of this project? You don't think that you are ever like to succeed in your design upon me?

Scand. Yes, faith, I do; I have a better opinion both of you and myself, than to despair.

Mrs. For. Did you ever hear such a toad :-Hark'ye, devil: do you think any woman honest ?

Scand. Yes, several, very honest-they'll cheat a little at cards, sometimes; but that's nothing.

Mrs. For. Pshaw ! but virtuous, I mean?

Scand. Yes, faith, I believe some women are vir. ' tuous too; but 'tis as I believe some men are valiant, through fear-For why should

court danger, or a woman shun pleasure ?

Mrs. For. O monstrous! What are conscience 16 and honour


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« Scand. Why, honour is a public enemy; and con. « science a domestic thief: and he that would secure “ his pleasure, must pay a tribute to one, and go halves “ with t'other. As for honour, that you have se“ cured; for you have purchased a perpetual oppor. “tunity for pleasure.

Mrs. For. An opportunity for pleasure ?

Scand. Ay, your husband; an husband is an op“portunity for pleasure. . So you have taken care of “ honour, and 'tis the least I can do to take care of « conscience.

Mrs. For. And so you think we are free for one “ another?

" Scand. Yes, faith, I think so; I love to speak my " mind.

Mrs. For. Why then I'll speak my mind. Now,

as to this affair between you and me. “ make love to me; why, I'll confess it does not dis“ please me. Your person

is well enough, and your “ understanding is not amiss.

Scand. I have no great opinion of myself; but I “ think I am neither deformed, nor a fool.

Mrs. For. But you have a villanous character; you are a libertine in speech, as well as practice.

Scand. Come, I know what you would say---you “ think it more dangerous to be seen in conversation

than to allow some other men the last fa« your. You mistake; the liberty I take in talking “ is purely affected, for the service of your sex. He " that first cries out stop thief, is often he that stole

Here you

46 with me,

“ the treasure. I am a juggler, that acts by confede

racy, and if you please, we'll put a trick upon the 66 world.

Mrs. For. Ay; but you are such an universal jug“ gler—that I'm afraid you have a great many con. « federates.

Scand. Faith, I'm, sound.” Mrs. For. “ O fie!”—I'll swear you're impudent. Scand. I'll swear you're handsome.

Mrs. For. Pish, you'd tell me so, though you did not think so.

Scand. And, you'd think so, though I did not tell you so: and now I think we know one another pretty well.

Mrs. For. O Lord! who's here?

Enter Mrs. FRAIL and Ben. Ben. Mess, I love to speak my mind-Father has nothing to do with me. - Nay, I can't say that neither; he has something to do with me; but what does that signify? If so be, that I ben't minded to be steered by him; 'tis as thof he should strive against wind and tide.

Mrs. F. Ay, but, my dear, we must keep it secret, till the estate be settled; for, you know, marrying without an estate, is like sailing in a ship without ballast.

Ben. He, he, he! why that's true; just so for all the world, it is as like as two cable ropes.

Mrs. F. And though I have a good portion; you know one would not venture all in one bottom.

Ben. Why that's true again; for mayhap one bot. tom may spring a leak.

You have hit it indeed; mess, you've nick'd the channel.

Mrs. F. Well, but if you should forsake me after all, you'd break my heart.

Ben. Break your heart? I'd rather the Marygold should break her cable in a storm, as well as I love her. Flesh, you don't think I'm false-hearted, like a landman. A sailor would be honest, thof mayhap he has never a penny of money in his pocket.--Mayhap I may not have so fair a face as a citizen or courtier ; but, for all that, I've as good blood in my veins, and a heart as sound as a biscuit.

Mrs. F. And will you love me always ?

Ben. Nay, an I love once, I'll stick like pitch; I'll tell you that. Come, I'll sing you a song of a sailor.

Mrs. F. Hold, there's my sister; I'll call her to hear it.

Mrs. For. Well! I won't go to bed to my hus“ band to-night; because I'll retire to my own cham“ber, and think of what you have said.

Scand. Well; you'll give me leave to wait upon

you to your chamber door; and leave you my last « instructions?

Mrs. For. Hold, here's my sister coming towards

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Mrs. F.” If it won't interrupt you, Mr. Ben will entertain you with a song.

Ben. The song was made upon one of our ship’screw's wife; our boatswain made the song; mayhap


remember my sweetheart, before I turn in; mayhap I may

dream of her! Mrs. For. Mr. Scandal, you had best go to bed, and dream too.

Scand. Why, faith, I have a good lively imagina. tion ; and can dream as much to the purpose as ano. ther, it I set about it. But dreaming is the poor retreat of a lazy, hopeless, and imperfect lover; “'tis “ the last glimple of love to worn-out sinners, and " the faint dawning of a bliss to wishing girls and “ growing boys.

There's nought but willing waking love that can " Make bless'd the ripen'd maid and finish'd man.




Scandal. Well, is your master ready? does he look madly, and talk madly?

Jer. Yes, sir; you need make no great doubt of that: he that was so near turning poet yesterday morning, can't be much to seek in playing the madman to-day.

Scand. Would he have Angelica acquainted with the design?

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