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“-Gad take me, I beg your pardon-for I never “ heard a word of your ladyship's passion till this 66 instant.

Ang. My passion !- And who told you of my “ passion, pray, sir ?

Scand. Why, is the devil in you ? did not I tell “ it you for a secret?

Tatt. Gadso, but I thought she might have « been trusted with her own affairs.

Scand. Is that your discretion ? trust a woman with herself?

Tatt. You say true ; I beg your pardon-l'll “ bring all off.—It was impossible, madam, for me to “imagine that a person of your ladyship’s wit and

gallantry could have so long received the passi“ onate addresses of the accomplished Valentine, and

yet remain insensible : therefore, you will pardon "me, if from a just weight of his merit, with your “ ladyship’s good judgment, I formed the balance of

a reciprocal affection.

Val. O the devil! what damn'd costive poet has “ given thee this lesson of fustian to get by rote?

Ang. I dare swear you wrong him; it is his own “ _and Mr. Tattle only judges of the success of “ others, from the effects of his own merit; for, “ certainly, Mr. Tattle was never denied any thing or in his fe. Tatt. O Lord ! yes indeed, madam, several times.

Ang. I swear I don't think it is possible. Tatt. Yes, I vow and swear, I have. Lord,

" madam, I'm the most unfortunate man in the “ world, and the most cruelly used by the ladies.

Ang. Nay, now you're ungrateful.

Tatt. No, I hope not.-It is as much ingratitude “ to own some favours, as to conceal others. “ Val. There, now it is out.

Ang. I don't understand you now. I thought you had never asked any thing but what a lady “ might modestly grant, and you confess.

Scand. So, faith, your business is done here; now you may go brag somewhere else.

Tatt. Brag! O Heavens! Why, did I name any

« body?

Ang. No; I suppose that is not in your power ; “ but you would, if you could, no doubt on't.

Tatt. Not in my power, madam ?-What! does

your ladysh mean, that I have no woman's repu“ tation in my power? Scand. Oons, why you won't own it, will you ?

[Aside. Tatt. Faith, madam, you are in the right; no “ more I have, as I hope to be saved; I never had “ it in my power to say any thing to a lady's preju“ dice in my life.--For, as I was telling you, madam, “ I have been the most unsuccessful creature living “ in things of that nature; and never had the good “ fortune to be trusted once with a lady's secret ; not

« once.

Ang. No ?

Val. Not once, I dare answer for him.

Scand. And I'll answer for him ; for, I'm sure “ if he had, he would have told me. I find, madam, “ you don't know Mr. Tattle.

Tatt. No indeed, madam, you don't know me at “ all, I find; for sure, my intimate friends would “ have known

Ang. Then it seems, you would have told, if you “ had been trusted.

Tatt. O pox, Scandal, that was too far put!“ Never have told particulars, madam. Perhaps I “ might have talked as of a third person-or have “ introduced an amour of my own, in conversation, “ by way of novel : but never have explained par“ ticulars.

Ang. But whence comes the reputation of Mr. “ Tattle's secrecy, if he was never trusted?

Scand. Why thence it arises.—The thing is pro“ verbially spoken ; but may be applied to him. As “ if we should say in general terms, He only is se

cret, who never was trusted; a satirical proverb

upon our sex.—There is another upon yours--as, “ She is chaste, who was never asked the question. “ That's all.

Val. A couple of very civil proverbs, truly. It “ is hard to tell whether the lady or Mr. Tattle be " the more obliged to you. For you found her vir

upon the backwardness of the men; and his secrecy upon the mistrust of the women. “ Tatt. Gad, it's very true, madam ; I think we are


s obliged to acquit ourselves.-And for my part“ but your ladyship is to speak first.

Ang. Am I? Well, I freely confess, I have re“ sisted a great deal of temptation.

Tatt. And, egad, I have given some temptation “ that has not been resisted.

Val. Good. Ang. I cite Va tine here, to declare to the

court, how fruitless he has found his endeavours, " and to confess all his solicitations and

my denials. Val. I am ready to plead, Not guilty, for you; “ and Guilty, for myself.

Scand. So, why this is fair! here's demonstration, " with a witness.

Tatt. Well, my witnesses are not present.-Yet, “I confess, I have had favours from persons; but,

as the favours are numberless, so the persons are " nameless.

Scand. Pooh, this proves nothing.

Tatt. No? I can shew letters, lockets, pictures, “ and rings; and if there be occasion for witnesses, I “ can summon the maids at the chocolate-houses, all “ the porters at Pall-Mall and Covent-Garden, the “ door-keepers at the play-house, the drawers at Locket's, Pontack, the Rummer, Spring-Garden,

my own landlady and valet de chambre; all who “ shall make oath, that I receive more letters, than “ the secretary's office; and that I have more vizor • masks to enquire for me, than ever went to see the “ hermaphrodite, or the naked prince. And it is

“ notorious, that, in a country church, once, an in“ quiry being made who I was, it was answered, I “ was the famous Tattle, who had ruined so many

“I women.

Jal. It was there, I suppose, you got the nick" name of the Great Turk.

Tatt. True ; I was called Turk Tattle all over “the parish.—The next Sunday, all the old women “ kept their daughters at home, and the parson had “ not half his congregation. He would have brought “ me into the spiritual court: but I was revenged “ upon him, for he had a handsome daughter, whom “ I initiated into the science. But I repented it af“ terwards; for it was talked of in town.-And a “ lady of quality, that shall be nameless, in a raging “ fit of jealousy came down in her coach and six “ horses, and exposed herself upon my account. Gad, “ I was sorry for it with all my heart.--You know “ whom I mean--you know where we raffled

« Scand. Mum, Tattle! Val. 'Sdeath, are you not ashamed ? “ Ang. ( barbarous ! I never heard so insolent a

piece of vanity!—fie, Mr. Tattle ! I'll swear I “ could not have believed it.--Is this your secrecy!

Tatt. Gad so, the heat of my story carried me “ beyond my discretion, as the heat of the lady's pas. “ sion hurried her beyond her reputation.-But I “ hope you don't know whom I mean; for there " were a great many ladies raffled.- Pox on't, now 16 could I bite off my tongue.

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