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Beau. Well done, Beaufort! thus far you have played your part, as if you had been of the pimplenose family of Furnival's-inn.

Enter SIR JASPER, with OLD PHILPOT and G. PHILPOT.

Sir Jas. Master Philpot, I be glad you are come: this man here has so plagued me with his Hey! but now we'll have no more about it, but sign the papers at once.

Old Phil. Sir Jasper, twenty thousand pounds, you know, is a great deal of money—I should not give you so much, if it was not for the sake of your daughter's marrying my son; so that, if you will allow me discount for prompt payment, I will pay the money down.

G. Phil. Sir, I must beg to see the young lady once more before I embark; for to be plain, sir, she appears to be a mere natural.

Sir Jas. Til tell you what, youngster, I find my girl is a notable wench-and here, here's zon Bob.

Enter YOUNG WILDING.

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Sir Jas. Bob, gee us your hand finished the business-and zo now-here, here, here's your vather-in-law.

Old Phil. Of all the birds in the air, is that he? [Aside. G. Phil. He has behaved like a relation to me already. [Aside. -that's your va

Sir Jus. Go to un, manther Wild. This is the strangest accident-Sir-Sir -Stifling a laugh.] I-I-sir-upon my soul, I can't stand this. [Bursts out a laughing. Old Phil. I deserve it! I deserve to be laughed at. [Aside. G. Phil. He has shown his regard to his sister's family already. [Aside.

Sir Jas. What's the matter, Bob? 'I tell you this is your vather-in-law-[ Pulls OLD PHILPOT to him.] Master Philpot, that's Bob-Speak to on Bob Speak to un

Wild. Sir Iam [Stifles a laugh.] I say, sir-I am, sir-extremely proud-of-of G. Phil. Of having beat me, I suppose?

[Aside.

G. Phil. Hy! thare now he is hearing the whole affair, and is laughing at me.

Sir Jas. Ha, ha! Poh, never mind it—a did not hurt un.

Old Phil. It's all discovered.

Sir Jus. Ha, ha!-I told ye zon Bob could find a bare squat upon her form with any he in Christendom-ha, ha! never mind it, man; Bob meant no harm-Here, here, Bob-here's your vather, and there's your brother-I should like to have zeen un under the table! Wild. Gentlemen, your most obedient. [Stifling a laugh. Old Phil. Sir, your servant-He has licked George well- -and I forgive him. Sir Jas. Well, young gentleman, which way is your mind now?

G. Phil. Why, sir, to be plain, I find your daughter an idiot.

Sir Jas. Zee her again, then-zee her again
Here, you, sirrah, send our Moll hither.
Ser. Yes, sir.

Sir Jas. Very well, then ; we'll go into t'other room, crack a bottle, and settie matters there; and leave un together-Hoic! hoic!Our Moll-Tally over.

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[Exit singing, with OLD PHILPOT and BEAUFORT. Manent GEORGE and MARIA. G. Phil. I know she is a fool, and so I will speak to her without ceremony-Well, Miss, you told me you could read and write!

Maria. Read, sir? Heavens!—[ Looking at him.] Ha, ha, ha!

G. Phil. What does she laugh at?
Maria. Ha, ha, ha, ha!

G. Phil. What diverts you so, pray?
Maria. Ha, ha, ha! What a fine taudry figure
you have made of yourself! Ha, ha!
G. Phil. Figure, madam !

Maria. I shall die, I shall die! ha, ha, ha!
G Phil. Do you make a laughing-stock of

Wild. Of the honour, sir-of-of~~[Laugh, | me? G. Phil. Ay; that's what he mears." [Aside, Wild And, sir---this opportunity-I cannot look him in the face-[Bursts out into a laugh.] ha, ha! I cannot stay in the room

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[Going. · Sir Jas. Why, the volks are all mad, I believe! you shall stay, Bob; you shall stay.

Wild. Sir, II cannot possibly

-Ha, ha, ba!

Muria. No, sir; by no meansG. Phil. Let me tell you, miss, I don't understand being treated thus.

Maria. Sir, I can't possibly help it-I—I—

Ha, ha!

G. Phil. I shall quit the room, and tell your if you go on thus.

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[Holds him. Maria. Sir, I beg your pardon a thousand times I am but a giddy girl-I can't help it—I [Whispers his father.-I-Ha, ha! Old Phil. George! George! what a woeful figure do we make? G. Phil. Bad enough, of all conscience, sir, Sir Jas. An odd adventure, Bob!

[Laughs heartily.

G. Phil. Madam, this is downright insult! Maria. Sir, you look somehow or other-I don't knew how, so comicallyHa, ha, ha! G. Phil. Did you never see a gentleman dressed before?

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G. Phil. Do so then, and behave yourself a little sedately.

Maria. I will, sir;-I won't look at him, and then I shan't laugh[Aside.

G. Phil. Let me tell you, miss, that nobody understands dress better than I do.

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Maria. I can't help it-indeed I can't-Beat me if you will, but let me laugh-I can't help it, Ha, ha, ha!

G. Phil. I never met with such usage in my life.

Maria. I shall die!-Do, sir, let me laughIt will do me good-Ha, ha, ha!

[Sits down in a fit of laughing. G. Phil. If this is your way, I won't stay a moment longer in the room-I'll go this moment and tell your father.

Maria. Sir, sir, Mr. Philpot, don't be so hasty, sir-I have done, sir; it's over now-I have had my laugh out I am a giddy girl-but I'll be grave. I'll compose myself, and act a different scene with him from what I did in the morning. I have all the materials of an impertinent wit, and I will now twirl him about the room, like a boy setting up his top with his finger and thumb. [Aside. G. Phil. Miss, I think you told me you could read and write?

Maria. Read, sir! Reading is the delight of my lifeDo you love reading, sir!

G. Phil. Prodigiously-How pert she is grown! I have read very little, and I'm resolved, for the future, to read less. [Aside.] What have you read, miss?

Maria. Every thing.

G. Phil. You have?

Maria. Yes, sir, I have.

G. Phil. Jenny in Dryden's fable!
Maria. The fanning breeze upon her bosom
blows;

To meet the fanning breeze, her bosom

rose.

That's me-now you.

He trudged along, unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went [mimicks.] for want of thought.

G. Phil. This is not the same girl!

[Disconcerted.

Maria. Mark again, mark again: The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes, And gaping mouth, that testified surprise. [He looks foolish, she laughs at him. G. Phil. I must take care how I speak to her; she is not the fool I took her for. [Aside.

Maria. You seem surprised, sir; but this is my way-I read, sir, and then I apply-I have read every thing: Suckling, Waller, Milton, Dryden, Lansdowne, Gay, Prior, Swift, Addison, Pope, Young, Thomson.

G. Phil. Hey! the devil-what a clack is here! [ He walks across the stage. Maria. [Following him eagerly.] Shakespeare, Fletcher, Otway, Southerne, Rowe, Congreve, Wicherly, Farquhar, Cibber, Vaubrugh, Steel, in short every body; and I find them all wit, fire, vivacity, spirit, genius, taste,imagination,raillery, humour, character, and sentiment, Well done, Miss Notable! you have played your part like a young actress, in high favour with the town.

[Aside.

G. Phil. Her tongue goes like a water-mill!

[Aside.

Maria. What do you say to me now, sir? G. Phil. Say! I don't know what the devil to say. [Aside. Maria. What's the matter, sir? Why, you look as if the stocks were fallen-or like London bridge at low water, or like a waterman when the Thames is frozen; or like a politician without news; or like a prude without scandal; or like a great lawyer without a brief; or like some lawyers with one-or

G. Phil. Or like a poor devil of a husband henpecked by a wit, and so say no more of that. What a capricious piece here is! [Aside. Maria. Oh, fie! you have spoiled all; I had not half done.

G. Phil. There is enough of all conscience. You may content yourself.

Maria. But I can't he so easily contented-I

G. Phil. Oh! brave!and do you remember like a simile half a mile long. what you read, Miss ?

Maria. Not so well as I could wish-Wits

have short memories.

G. Phil. Oh! you are a wit too? Maria. I am and do you know that I feel myself provoked to a simile now?

G. Phil. I see you do.

Maria. Oh! And I make verses too-verses like an angel-off hand-extempore. Can you give me an extempore?

G. Phil. What does she mean? No, Miss-1 have never a one about me.

Maria. You can't give me an extempore-Oh!

G. Phil. Provoked to a simile! Let us hear it.
Maria. What do you think we are both like? | for shame, Mr. Philpot! I love an extempore of

all things; and I love the poets dearly; their] sense so fine, their invention rich as Pactolus. G. Phil. A poet rich as Pactolus! I have heard of that Pactolus in the city.

: Maria. Very like.

G. Phil. But you never heard of a poet as rich as he.

Maria. As who?

G. Phil. Pactolus-He was a great Jew merchant-lived in the ward of Farringdown-with

out.

Maria. Pactolus a Jew merchant! Pactolus is a river.

AG. Phil. A river!

Maria. Yes don't you understand geography?

G. Phil. The girl's crazy!

Maria. Oh! sir, if you don't understand geography, you are nobody. I understand geography, and I understand orthography; you know I told you I can write-and I can dance too-will you dance a minuet? [Sings and dances.

G. Phil. You shan't lead me a dance, I promise you.

Maria. Oh! very well, sir-you refuse meremember you'll hear immediately of my being married to another, and then you'll be ready to hang yourself.

G. Phil. Not I, I promise you. Maria. Oh! very well, very well- -remember- -mark my words. I'll do it, you shall see-Ha, ha!

[Runs off in a fit of laughing. G. Phil. Marry you! I would as soon carry my wife to live in Bow-street, and write over the door, Philpot's punch-house."'

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Enter OLD PHILPOT and SIR JASPER.

Sir Jas. [Singing.] So rarely, so bravely we'll hunt him over the downs, and we'll hoop and we'll halloo! Gee us your hand young gentleinan; well, what zay ye to un now? Ben't she a clever girl?

G. Phil. A very extraordinary girl indeed! Sir Jus. Did not I tell un zo-then you have nothing to do but to consummate as soon as you will.

G. Phil. No; you may keep her, sir-I thank you. I'll have nothing to do with her.

Old Phil. What's the matter now, George?
G. Phil. Pho! she's a wit.
Sir Jas. Ay, I told un zo.

G. Phil. And that's worse than t'other. I am off, sir.

Sir Jas. Odds heart! I am afraid you are no great wit.

Enter MARIA.

Maria. Well, papa, the gentleman won't have

me.

Old Phil. The numskull won't do as his father bids him; and so, Sir Jasper, with your consent, I'll make a proposal to the young lady myself. Maria. How! what does he say y?

Old Phil. I am in the prime of my days, and I can be a brisk lover still! Fair lady, a glanc

of your eye is like the returning sun in the spring -it melts away the frost of age, and gives a new warmth and vigour to all nature. [Falls a coughing. Maria. Dear heart! I should like to have a scene with him.

Sir Jas. Hey! what's in the wind now? This won't take-My girl shall have fair play. No old fellow shall totter to her bed! What say you, my girl, will you rock his cradle ?

Maria. Sir, I have on small doubt-Pray, can I have two husbands at a time?

G. Phil. There's a question now! She is grown foolish again.

Old Phil. Fair lady, the law of the landSir Jus. Hold ye, hold ye! let me talk of law; I know the law better nor any on ye-Two husbands at once-No, no! Men are scarce, and that's downright poaching.

Maria. I am sorry for it, sir. For then I can't marry him, I see.

Sir Jus. Why not?

Maria. I am contracted to another.
Sir Jas. Contracted! to whom?
Maria. To Mr. Beaufort-that gentleman, sir.
Old Phil. That gentleman ?

Beau. Yes, sir. [Throws opens his gown.] My name is Beaufort. And, I hope, Sir Jasper, when you consider my fortune, and my real affection for your daughter, you will generously forgive the stratagem I have made use of.

Sir Jas. Master Quagmire! What, are you young Beaufort all this time?

Old Phil. That won't do, sir; that won't take. Beau. But it must take, sir! You have signed the deeds for your daughter's marriage; and Sir Jasper by this instrument has made me his son-in-law.

Old Phil. How is this, how is this! Then, Sir Jasper, you will agree to cancel the deeds, I suppose? for you know—————

Sir Jas. Catch me at that, an ye can! I fulfilled my promise, and your son refused, and so the wench has looked out slyly for herself elsewhere. Did I not tell you she was a clever girl? I ben't ashamed o' iny girl-Our Moll, you have done no harm, and Mr. Beaufort is welcome to you with all my heart. I'll stand to what I have signed, though you have taken me by surprise.

Wild. Bravo! my scheme has succeeded rarely! Old Phil. And so here I am bubbled and choused out of my money-George, George, what a day's work have we made of it! Well, if it must be so, be it so. I desire, young gentleman, you will come and take my daughter away to-mor row morning, And, I'll tell you what-here, bere -take my family watch into the bargain; and I wish it may play you just such another trick as it has me; that's all—I'll never go intriguing with a family-watch again.

Maria. Well, sir! [To G. PHIL.] What do you think of me now? A'n't I a connoisseur, sir? and a virtuoso? Ha, ha!

G. Phil. Yes! and much good may't do your husband! I have been connoisseured ainong ve te

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SCENE I.-DRUGGET's Country House.

ACT I.

Enter WOODLEY and DIMITY.
Dim. Pho, pho! no such thing!-I tell you,
Mr. Woodley, you are a mere novice in these
affairs!

Dim. An interest in a fiddlestick! you ought to have made love to the father and motherwhat, do you think the way to get a wife, at this time of day, is by speaking fine things to the lady you have a fancy for?-That was the practice, indeed; but things are altered now-you must address the old people, sir; and never trouble your head about your mistress-None of your letters, and verses, and soft looks, and fine speeches- Have compassion, thou angelic crea ture, on a poor dying'-Pshaw! stuff! nonsense! all out of fashion-go your ways to the old cur mudgeon; humour his whims I shall esteem it an honour, sir, to be allied to a gentleman of your rank and taste.' Upon my word, he's a Wood. You do me injustice, Mrs. Dimity-pretty young gentleman.' Then, wheel about to your advice has governed my whole conductHave not I fixed an interest in the young lady's heart?

Wood. Nay, but listen to reason, Mrs. Dimity; has not your master, Mr. Drugget, invited me down to his country seat, in order to give me his daughter Nancy in marriage? and with what pretence can he now break off?

Dim. What pretence !—you put a body out of all patience-But go on your own way, sir; my advice is all lost upon you.

the mother: Your daughter, madam, is the very model of you, and I shall adore her for your sake.'' Here, come hither, Nancy, take this gen

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