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Be thou squire-his estate [To Sil.,
To thee I translate. To you his strong chests, wicked mass ;
[To Dapu.and Nysa. Live happy, while 1,
Recalled to the sky,
Daph. Now, critics, lie snug,
Not a hiss, groan, or shrug ;
Daph. ( together with the Syl. oiber Nymphis Nysa. ( and Swains.
To the bright god of
day, Let us dance, sing,
and play ; Clap hands every
lad with his lass.
SCENE I.-Part of an ornamented Farm. I pared for all your whimsies, amorous and pre
tical. Your summons found me a day after my
arrival, and I took post immediately-best to Enter SIR HARRY GROVEBY and MR. DUPELEX. my eagerness to see you, was that of being ** meeting.
time for the fête champétre-Novelty and plea
sure are the beings I pursue-They have led me Sir Har. Dear Charles, welcome to England ! half the world over already, and, for oughts and doubly welcome to Oldworth's Oaks- know, they may some time or other carry m€ Friendship, I see, has wings, as well as love the Otaheite. you arrived at the moment I wished : I hope, l Sir Har. You have pursued but their shadows in your haste, you have not forgot a fancy |-bere they reign, in the manners of this new dress.
arcadia, and the smiles of the sweet Maid of the Dupe. No, no; I am a true friend, and pre-Oaks.
Dupe, Who, in the name of curiosity, is she be had, you need not be in such baste about that bears this romantic titles for your letter them-Mercy on us! my fête has turned this was a mere eclogue; the devil a thing could I poor fellow's head already, he will certainly get make out, but a rhapsody upon rural inno- a fever. cence, and an invitation from a gentleman I did Hurry. Get a favour, sir !-why there has not not know, to an entertainment I never saw been one left these three hours; all the girls in What, are we to have a representation of the the parish have been scrambling for them, and I pastor-fido in a garden.
must get a hundred yards more-Lord a mercy ! Sir Har. The pastor-fido is before you in pro- there is so much to do at once, and nobody to pria persona; the business of the day is a wed- do it, that it is enough to moider one's head. ding and Charles Dupcley is invited to see his
[OLDWORTI and HURRY talk together. friend, Sir Harry Groveby, united to the most Dupe. Ha, ha, ha! is this one of the examcharining of her sex.
I ples you produce, Sir Harry, to degrade the poDupe. The devil it is! What a young fellow of lish of courts? your hopes and fortune, sacrificed to a marriage |
Sir Har. If I did, hare you never met with a of romance !-But, pr’ythee, relieve my impa courtier in your travels, as busy, as important, tience, and tell me who'she is.
| and as insignificant, upon yet more trifing ocSir Har. An orphan ward of the worthy old casions? —Why, my friend Hurry is the true gentleman, at whose seat you now are : his cha bustle of an anti-chamber, with this difference, racter is singular, and as amiable in its way as that there is rather more attachment and fideher's. Inheriting a great estate, and liberally lity to the master at the bottom of it. educated, his disposition led him early to a During this speech HURRY is expressing, country life, where his benevolence and hospi
by his action, his impatience for Oldtality are boundless; and these qualities, joined
WORTH to go. with an imagination bordering upon the whimsi- Hurry. La, sir, if you loiter longer, I tell cal, bave given a peculiar turn to the manners you, they will all be at loggerheads—they were of the neighbourhood, that, in my opinion, de- very near it when I came away.
[Erit. grades the polish of courts—but judge of the Old. Mr. Dupely, you'll excuse me-Hurry original.
convinces me my presence is necessary else
where—this is a busy day! Enter OLDWORTII.
Dupe. The greatest compliment you can pay Mr. Oldworth, I present you my friend; he is
me, is not to look upon me as a stranger. just arrived from abroad; I will not repeat how
Old. I forgot to tell you, Sir Harry, that Lady
| Bab Lardoon is in the neighbourhood, and I much he is worthy of your friendship. Old. To be worthy of your's, Sir Harry, is the
expect her erery moment-she promised to be best recommendation. (To DUPELEY.]- Sir, 1
with us long before the hour of general invi
lation. your friend, is going to receive from my hands,
Dupe. Who is she, pray? a lovely girl, whose merit he has discerned and loved for its own sake: Such nuptials should re
Sir Har. Oh, she's a superior -a phenix!
more worthy your curiosity than any object of call the ideas of a better age, he has permitted
your travels !-She is an epitome, or rather a me to celebrate them upon my own plan, and I
caricature of what is called very fine life, and shall be happy to receive the judgment of an
the first female gamester of the time. accomplished critic.
Old. For all that, she is amiable-one cannot Dupe. Sir, by what I already see of Old
belp discerning and admiring the natural excelworth's Oaks, and know of the character of the
lence of her heart and understanding; though master, I am persuaded the talent most neces
she is an example, that neither is proof against sary for the company will be that of giving due
a false education, and a rage for fashionable expraise.
cesses- -But when you see her, she will best Enter Hurrr.
explain herself—This fellow will give me no
rest, Hurry. Lord, sir, come down to the building directly-all the trades are together by the cars
Enter HURRY. --it is for all the world like the tower of Babylon--they have drove a broad-wheel waggon Hurry. Rest, sir, why I have not slept this over two hampers of wine, and it is all running fortnight; come along, sir, pray make hastem aquong lilies and honey-suckles-one of the nothing's to be done without it. cooks stumbled over one of the clouds, and | Old. Nor with it, honest Ilurry. threw a bam and chickens into a tub of white
[Erit with Huery. wash-a lamplighter spilt a gallon of oil into a Dupe. A cunning old fellow, I warrant!creamed apple-tart, and they have sent for more with his ward, and his love of merit for its own roses, and there is not one left within twenty sake'-ha, ha, ha!-prythee, how came your acmiles.
quaintance in this odd family? Old. Why, honest Hurry, if there is none to Sir Har. Don't sneer, and I will tell you
Hnrry. To-morrow, sir, with all my heart; I shan't have enough to make the sky clear in but I have so many questions to ask myself, the saloon-that damned Irish painter has made and so many answers to give, that I have not bis ground so dingy, one might as soon make his five minutes to spare.
head transparent as his portico. Dupe. Three minutes will do my business : Who is this Maid of the Oaks, friend Hurry?
Enter Irish Painter. Hurry. A young lady, sir.
Dupe. I thought as much. (Smiling.) YouP aint. Arrah! what is it you say of my headare a courtier, friend Hurry.
Mr. Lamp-lighter? Hurry. I court her!-heaven forbid !-- she's! 2d Lamp. I say you have spoild the transgoing to be married, sir.
parency by putting black, where you should Dupe. Well said, simplicity! If you won't tell have put blue. me who she is, tell me what she is ?
| Paint. (Dabbing his brush across his face.] Hurry. She is one of the most charmingest, There's a black eye for you; and you may be sweetest, delightfulest, mildest, beautifulest, mo- thankful you got it so easily--Trot away with destest, genteelest, never to be praised enough, your ladder upon your shoulder, or the devil fire young creature all in the world!
me but you shall have black and blue both my Dupe, True courtier again! Who is her fa- dear. ther, pray?
Arch. (Returning] Good words, good words, Hurry. It is a wise child that knows its own gentlemen; no quarrelling-Your si rrant, Mr. father-Lord bless her ! she does not want a fa- O'Daub; upon my word you have hit off those tber.
ornaments very well-the first painter we have Dupe. Not while Mr. Oldworth lives.
here could not have done better. Hurry. Nor when he is dead neither; every Paint. No faith, I believe not, for all his hard body would be glad to be her father, and every name; sure O'Daub was a scene painter before body wishes to be her husband; and so, sir if he was born, though I believe he is older than I. you have more questions to ask, I'll answer too. them another time, for I am wanted here, and Arch. You a scene painter! there, and every where. (Bustles about. Paint. Ay, by my soul was I, and for foreign
Dupe. Shew me my chamber to dress, and I'll countries too. desire no more of you at present.
Arch. Where was that, pray. Harry. Bless your honour for letting me go; Paint. Faith, I painted a whole set for the I have been very miserable all the while you Swish, who carries the temple of Jerusalem were talking to me this way, this way, sir. about upon his back, and it made his fortune,
[Erit. though he got but a halfpenny a-piece for his Dupe. What a character !-yet he has bis shew cunning, though the simplest swain in this re- Arch. (Ironically.] I wish we had known your gion of perfect innocence, as Sir Harry calls it- merits, you should certainly have been einployha, ha, ha!
[Erit. ed in greater parts of the work.
Paint. And by my soul, it would have been better for you if you had-I would lrave put out
Mr. Lanterbug's stars with one dash of my penSCENE II.-An outside Building, Workmen of cil, by making the in five times more bright-Ho! all sorts passing to-and-fro.
if you had seen the sign of a setting sun, that I painted for a linen draper, in Bread-street, in
Dublin-Devil burn me but the Auroree of Architect as speaking to Persons at work behind O'Guide was a fool to it. the Side Scenes.
Arch. O'Guide !-Who is he? Guido, I sup
pose you mean. Arch. Come, bustle away, my lads, strike the Paint. And if he has an O to his name, what scaffold, and then for the twelve o'clock tank- signifies whether it comes before or behind ard; up with the rest of the festoons there on Faith I put it like my own of O'Daub, on the the top of the columns.
right side, to make him sound more like a gentle1st Gard. Holloa! you, sir, where are you man--besides it is more melodious in the mouth, running with those flowers ?
2d Gurd. They're wanted for the arcades; we can have no deceit there, if you want more
Enter Carpenters, 8c. here, you may make them of paper-any thing will go off by candle-light.
ist Car. Well. Sir, the scaffold's down, and 1sť Lamp: [Running. They want above a we are woundy dry-we have toil'd like borses. hundred more lamps yonder, for the illumina Arch. Rest you merry, Master Carpentertion of the portico.
take o draught of the Squire's liquor, and wel2d Lamp. Then they may get tallow-candles; come, you shall swim in it, when all is over.