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(there's a good girl) has my daughter an aversion Stock. Hey! that's chopping about, indeed! to young Harlowe?

1 Mrs. Stock. Nay, but, my dear, hear me, and Jen. I don't say that, madam,—that is--aver- let us reason a little; here's a better offer for sion-to be sure--but I believe she hates him Nancy-Belford bas asked her of me. like the devil

Stock. Belford a better! Mrs. Stock. Poor thing! poor thing! and Mrs. Stock, Nay, but don't be obstinate, perhaps her little heart is beating for another? | cbild! he is not, indeed, so rich as the other:

Jen. Oh, that's a certain rule! when a young but what are riches to content, Mr. Stockwell woman hates her husband, 'tis taken for granted Stock. And what is content without riches, she loves another man. For example, you your- Mrs. Stockwell? self, as you have often told me, hated the sight Mrs. Stock. But he's a gentleman, my dear, of Mr. Stockwell, when first he was proposed and, out of regard to his family, we may very for your husband, Why? only because you well excuse his fortune. were in love, poor lady, with captain-you know | Jen. Well said, madam ! this will do. [Aside. who--that was killed at the siege-you know Stock. Ha, ha, ha! that's because you were a where.

gentlewoman-but I, being a downright cit, Mrs. Stock. Why will you name him, Jenny? I think just the reverse; and, out of regard to his

[Wipes her eyes. | fortune, if he had one, might excuse his faJen. Tender lady!

mily. I have no great objection to the man ; Mrs. Stock. Why, indeed, had that fine young but is not our word and honour engaged to creature survived his wounds, I should never another? have married Mr. Stockwell, that I will say. Mrs. Stock. Eh! that's true, indeed! hut

Jen. Then you know how to pity your daugh- Stock. Has my old friend, Sir Harry Harlowe, ter. Her heart suffers now, what yours did done any thing to before that siege, madam.

Mrs. Stock. I don't accuse him, my dear. Mrs. Stock. Say you so? poor girl! and who Stock. Or has his son refused to comply ? is it has found the way to her heart?

Mrs. Stock. Not in the least, that I know of. Jen. No other than the young gentleman that Jen. Never Alinch, madam. has been so constant at cards with you lately. Mrs. Stock. Never fear, Jenny. 3

[Aside. Mrs. Stock. Who, Belford?

Nan. But I have never seen him, papa. Jen. The same, and a fine spirited young fel- Mrs. Stock. No, Mr. Stockwell, she has never low it is.

seen him.

1 Stock. So much the better, Mrs. Stockwell; Enter Miss Nancy.

he'll be a greater novelty, and please her the Nan. Pardon my folly, my misfortune, dear better and the longer for it. soadam, if I cannot conforin in all my senti- Mrs. Stock. There is some reason in that, Ibents with your's, and my father's

Mrs. Stock. It will happen, child, sometimes, Jen. Is there, madam, then I have not a bit that a daughter's heart may not be disposed to about me. comply exactly with the views and schemes of Nan. But to marry without inclination, sir ! a pareut; but then, a parent should act with think of that. underness. My dear, I pity your distress : Mrs. Stock. Ay, think of that, Mr. Stockwell. Belford has my approbation, I assure you, Sock. I never thought of it for myself, nor Nun. You are too good, madam!

you neither, my dear; and why should our Jen. Your approbation is not enough, ma- daughter think herself wiser than her parents ? damn ; will you answer for master's too? He's Mrs. Stock, Ay, why, indeed ihere's no a stubborn bit of stuff, you know; he will not answering that, Jenny. always hearken to reason.

Jen. I see there is not-What a woman ! Jrs. Stock. But he shall, Jenny : stubborn

Aside. as be is, I'll soften him. I'll take Belford un Stock. It would be such an affront, as never der my protection--Here comes my husband could be forgiven. Consider, dame, the instruI have taken my resolution, and you shall seements are signed, preparations made, and the bow I'll bring him about presently.

bridegroom expected every minute ; 'tis too far

gone to be recalled with any honour. Enter MR. STOCKWELL..

Mrs. Slock. Good lack-a-day! very true, very My dear, you're come in the very nick of time; | Jen. Well said, weathercock! about and I have just changed my mind.

about we gothis woinan betrays the whole Stock. You are always changing it, I think. sex-she won't contradict her own husband. Mrs. Stock. I always hearken to reason, Mr.

[Aside, Stockwell.

Mrs. Stock. You are witness, Jenny, I did all Stock. Well, and which way does the wind set I could for poor Belford ? now?

1 Jer. To be sure; you took him under your Mrs. Stock. Why, I have taken a resolution protection-a noble patroness, truly ! aot to marry my daughter to youog Harlowe. Stock. Hey! whom have we got here? I'll be

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Mar. O, yes, sir, and the affair is quite over. Nancy. And impudence, I'm sure!

Stock. Ay, already! Mar. (Singing to Mrs. STOCKWELL.]' With Mur. The wrong box, I'm afraid! (Aside. a shape, and a face, and an air, and a grace!' Stock. And I hope you have got your cause? Ha, ha! - Just, just as our old gentleman told Mar. With costs of suit, I assure you, sir. me. There you'll see madam Stockwell, says he, Stock. I am extremely glad of it. the agreeable still; take care of your heart, boy; Mrs. Stock. Thank heaven 'tis so well over! she's a dangerous beauty, though her daughter Mar. Oh, the family had the law-suit so much may be by.

at heart, the lawyers should have had every farMrs. Stock. O fie, fie, fe!

thing we were worth in the world, before we'd Mar. I but repeat my father's words, madam, have been cast. confirmed by my own observation. Ah, boy, Stock. Um ! that would have been carrying ays he. I wish with all my heart, that my dear it a little too far; but as it was, it cost him a frend Mr. Stockwell was dead! I'd marry her pretty penny, ha? w-morrow.

Mar. That it did, sir: but justice ! Oh, jusStock. I'r much obliged to him, faith! tice, sir, is so fine a thing, we cannot pay too Mrs. Stock. And so am I, I am sure, sir. dear for it. Mar, I but repeat my father's words, sir. Stock. Very true; but exclusive of the exMrs. Stock. My esteem for your father, sir, is pence, this has been a troublesome affair to my mutual, and I am heartily sorry we could not friend. hare the pleasure of his company. . Mar. You can have no idea of it, sir-espe

Mar. Oh! madam, he was damned mad that cially with such a tricking son of a whore, as he be could not be at the wedding. He had flattér- had to do with. ed himself these two months with the hopes of Stock. Son of a whore? He told me his andancing a minuet with Mrs. Stockwell.

tagonist was a lady! Slip. Two months. Whew !—and 'tis but six Mar. I thought I was in the wrong box. weeks he has known her! he'll knock us all up. [Aside.] A lady call you ber? Yes, yes, a fine I! I don't interfere-Aside.—Sir, sir Harry lady! but she had got an old pettifogging rascal begs you'll hasten the ceremonials, that he may for her attorney, and be it was he that was have the pleasure of his daughter's company as such a plague to our old gentleman.-Bur damn soon as possible.

this cause, let us call another-I'm for nothing Slock. Well, well, every thing is signed and now but flames, darts, daggers, Cupids and Vec kaled; nothing remains, that I know of, but to nusses, and madam Stockwell, and Miss finish the affair at once, and pay you my daugh- Nancy

Bowing to them. ter's portion.

Mrs. Stock. The pink of complaisance ! Mar. “Pay you my daughter's portion !: Nancy. The fellow's a fool, and I'll die before that's all, sir; come along, sir, I wait on you to I'll have him.

[Aside. your closet-Slip, go with my civilities to the Stock. Well said, son-in-law! a spirited warquis of- Aloud.) go this moment, you dog, fellow, faith! Come, we'll in and see things and secure us horses, and let them be bridled ready. and saddled, and ready at a minute's warning, nar. Shan't I wait upon you to your closet Softly. and don't forget my compliments to first, sir? the marchioness.

[Aloud.) Stock. As soon as the ceremony's over, son, Slip. I dy, sir! ladies, your most obedient. --Come, I'll shew you the way,

. Erit Slip. Mar. Eh! If I could but have touched bee Mar. Come along, sir, to your closet. fore-hand, I'd have way'd the ceremony.

Stock. Stay, son, stay !-to return to the old (Aside.–Madam, (To Mrs. STOCKWELL.) may gentleman

I hope for the honour! Mar. Oh, sir, we'll return to him when the

[Offering to lead her out. portion's paid.

Mrs. Stock. Oh, sweet sir ? --Daughter, you'll Stock. No, no; first satisfy my curiosity I have a pretty fellow for your husband. (Aside about this unlucky law-suit of his.

to NANCY.]

[Ereunt. Mar. O lud ! Slip out here now! [Aside. Nancy. There's a lover for you, Jenny ! Stock. You seem disturbed, son-in-law, has Jenny. Not for me, madam, I assure you.

What, snap at the old kite, when such a tender Mar. Eh! pox o'this question. [ Aside.] I have chick is before him! Each a memory!-(Puts' his hand to his fore- Nancy. Not a civil word to his mistress, but beod.) as much forgot to send Slip to the duke quite gallant to her mother. of-as if I had no manner of acquaintance with Jen. As much as to say a fig for you! I'm in tim, I'll call him back; Slip!"

love with your fortune. Stock. He'll be back again presently-but, Nancy. A fig for him; a conceited puppy!

I'm in love with Belford; but how to get at Mar. He should have told me of this damned him, Jenny. lax-suit.

[Aside. Jen. Ah! poor bird ! you're limed by the Stock. Has it been brought to a hearing? Twing, and struggling will but make it worse.

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, the hearts of thirty families at ease all round Enter STOCKWELL.

the country

Stock. Odd! a terrible man, I profess, I don't Stock. I think I saw a glimpse of young Bel- wonder now that one wife can't serve him. ford, but now-what business has he here? Slip. Wife, sir! what wife, sir?

Jen. Business enough, sir; the best friend Stock. You see I know all, my friend ; so you you have, that's all. Ile has been telling me as may as well confess, piece of news that will surprise you.

Slip. Confess: what, sir? Stock. Let's hear this piece of news!

Stock. I know all the conspiracy; and will Jen. O' my word, a bold man, this Mr. Har- take care that you, rascal, shall have your desert lowe, to take two wives at once, when most as an accomplice. folk we see have enough of one!

Slip. Accomplice !-Rascal; and a conspiStock. Two wives! bless us, what do you racy L-Let me die if I comprehend a word you mean?

say ! Jen. Why, the poor man's married already Stock. But I'll make you, villain! sir, that's all.

Slip. O very well, sir-ha, ha, ha! I protest Stock. Married !

you half frightened me-Very well, indeed Jen. Married, I say, to a young lady in the Ha, ha, ha! country, and very near marrying another in Stock, Do you lauglı at me, sirrah ! town--a new fashion, I suppose.

Slip. If I had not remembered to have heard Stock. Pooh, pooh! the thing's impossible, I my old master say, what a dry joker you were, tell you.

I protest I should have been taken in. Very Jen. That may be, but so it is. He has writ good, indeed, ha, ha, ha! to Belford, who is his friend.

Stock. None of your buffoonery, sirrah ; but Stock. All romance and invention !

confess the whole affair this minute, or be sent Jer. All truth, I say; Belford is gone to fetch to Newgate the next. the letter, and he'll convince you.

Slip. Newgate ! sure, sir, that would be carStock. I will never be convinced that r ying the joke too far.

Jen. Why not, sir? the young fellows of this Stock. You won't confess, then ?--Who waits age are capable of any thing.

there? Send for a constable this moment. Stock. Very true, Jenny; they are abomin- Slip. Nay, good sir, no noise, I beseech you.

Though I am innocent as the child unborn, yet Jen. And, for aught we know, this Mr. Har that severe tone of voice is apt to disconcert one. lowe here may be one of those gentlemen, that What was it your honour was pleased to bint make no scruple of a plurality of wives, provided about my master's being married? Who could they bring a plurality of portions. But by your possibly invent such a fib as that? leave, good sir, as this young lady, (she in the Stock. No fib, sirrab ! he wrote it himself to country, I mean) bas the first and best title, we a friend of his at London—to Belford. must look a little about us for the sake of our Slip. Oh, oh! your humble servant, Mr. Bel. young lady in town.

ford! a fine fetch, i'faith! nay, I can't blame the Stock. Very true-'tis worth attending to. man neither, ha, ha! Pray, sir, is not this same

Jen. Attending to! if I were you, sir, before Mr. Belford in love with your daughter? I delivered up my daughter, I should insist upon Stock. Suppose he is, puppy! and what the affair's being cleared up to my satisfaction. then?

Stock. You're in the right, Jenny; here's his Stock. Why then, Jenny is his friend, and at man: I'll sound him about his master's mar- the bottom of all his fetches; I'll lay a wager riage, and then-leave us together-Go-I'll that she is author of this whopper. make him speak, I warrant you !

Stock. Um! Jen. If this marriage is but confirmed, I shall | Slip. Our arrival put them to their trumps-leap out of my skin,

and then-Slap, my poor master must be mar

ried; and Belford must shew a forged letter, Enter Slip.

forsooth, under his own hand, to prove it—and, Stock. Mr. Slip, come hither. My old friend and, and, you understand me, sirSir Harry has recommended you to me, and I Stock. Why, this has a face. like your physiognomy: you have an honest Slip. A face ! ay, like a full mnoon; and while face: it pleases une much.

you're upon a false scent after this story, Jenny Slip. Your bumble servant, sir. That's your will gain time to work upon your daughter. I goodiess; but if I was no honester than my beard her say myself that she could lead you by face, gad a mercy upon poor me!

the nose. Stock. Well, well-ark you me! this master Stock. Oh, she could, could she? Well, well, of yours is a lad of spirit a favourite of the la- we'll see that, dies, I warrant him, ba?

Slip, By the by, sir, where did you meet with Slip. That he is, I can tell you, sir ; a pretty this Mrs. Jeony? fellow; no woman can resist bim. I'll war- Stock. How should I know ! I believe my wife rant, this marriage in your family, will set you hired her half a year ago out of the country,

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