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BRILLIANT's letter.) Read that, and judge if I Love. 'Sdeath, madam, give me way. have not cause-- [Sir BASHFUL reads to himself. Mrs Love. Nay, don't be in such a hurry: I

Sir Bril. Hear but what I have to say— want to introduce an acquaintance of mine to

Love. No, sir, no; we shall find a fitter time. you. As for you, madam, I am satisfied with your con- Love. I desire, madamduct. I was, indeed, a little alarmned, but I have Mrs Bel. My lord, my lord Etheridge; I am been a witness of your behaviour, and I am above heartily glad to see your lordship. harbouring low suspicious.

[Taking hold of him. Sir Bash. Upon my word, Mr Lovemore, this Mrs Love. Do, my dear, let me introduce this is carrying the jest too far.

lady to you. Lode. It is the basest action a gentleman can be guilty of; and, to a person who never injured Love. Here's the devil and all to do! [ Aside. him, still more criminal.

Mrs Bell. My lord, this is the most fortunate Sir Bash. Why, so I think. Sir Brilliant, To encounter him, aside. here, take this letter, and read it to Love. I wish I was fifty miles off.— [Aside. him-his own letter to my wife. .

Mrs Love. Mrs Bellmour, give me leave to Sir Bril. Let me see it- [Takes the letter. introduce Mr Lovemore to you. Sir Bash. 'Tis indeed, as you say, the vilest

[Turning him to her. action a gentleman can be guilty of.

Mrs Bell. No, my dear madam, let me introLove. An unparalleled breach of friendship. duce lord Etheridge to you. [Pulling him.] My

Sir Bril. Not altogether so unparalleled : I be- lordlieve it will not be found without a precedent-- Sir Bril. In the name of wonder, what is all as, for example :

[Reads. this ? "To my LADY CONSTANT'

Sir Bash. This is another of his intrigues blown “Why should I conceal, my dear madam, that up. • your charins have awakened my tenderest pas * Mrs Love. My dear madam, you are mistaken: •sion?

this is my husband. Love. Confusion !--my letter- [ Aside. Mrs Bell. Pardon me, madam; 'tis my lord

Sir Bril. [Reading] I long have loved you, Etheridge. • long adored. Could I but flatter myself?

Mrs Love. My dear, how can you be so ill[LOVEMORE walks about uneasy, Sir Bril- bred in your own house? --Mrs Belimour--this is LIANT follows him.]

Mr Lovemore. Sir Bush. There, Mr Lovemore, the basest Love. Are you going to toss me in a blanket, treachery!

madam?-call up the rest of your people, if you Sir Bril. [Reads.] Could I but flatter myself | are. . with the least kind return.'

Mrs Bell. Pshaw ! prithee now, my lord, leave Love. Confusion ! let me seize the letter out off your humours. Mrs Lovemore, this is my of his hand.

Snatches it from him. lord Etheridge, a lover of mine, who has made Sir Bash. An unparalleled breach of friend-proposals of marriage to me. ship, Mr Lovemore.

Love. Confusion ! let me get rid of these two Love. All a forgery, sir; all a forgery.


Breaks away from them. Sir Bask. That I depy; it is the very identical Sir Bash. He has been tampering with her, letter my lady throw away with such indigna- | too, has he? tion. She tore it in two, and I have pieced it Mrs Bell. [Follows him.] My lord, I say! my together.

| Lord Etheridge! won't your lordship know me? Love. A mere contrivance to varnish his guilt. Love. This is the most damnable accident! Sir Bril. Ha, ha! my dear Lovemore, we

[Aside. know one another. Have not you been at the Mrs Bell. I hope your lordship has not forgot same work with the widow Bellmour?

your appointment at my house this evening? Love. The widow Bellmour !-If I spoke to Love. I deserve all this.

[Aside. her, it was to serve you, sir.

Mrs Bell. Pray, my lord, what have I done, Sir Bril. Are you sure of that?

that you treat me with this coldness? Come, Lore. Po! I won't stay a inoment longer come, you shall have a wife: I will take compasamong ye. I'll go into another room to avoid ye sion on you. all. I know little or nothing of the widow Bell Love. Damnation! I can't stand it. [Aside. mour, sir.

[Opens the door. | Sir Bash. Murder will out: murder will out.

Mrs Bel. Come, cheer up, my lord: what the Enter Mrs Bellmour.

deuce, your dress is altered! what's become of Hell and destruction ! what fiend is conjured the star and ribband? And so the gay, the florid, up here? Zvons ! let me make my escape out of the magnifique lord Etheridge, dwindles down into the house.

(Runs to the opposite door. I plain Mr Lovemore, the married man! Mr LoveMrs Love. I'll secure this pass : you must not more, your most obedient, very humble servant, go, my dear.

Love. I can't bear to feel myself in so ridicu-I Love. I'll turn the tables upon sir Bashful, for lous a circumstance,

Aside. all this-Takes Sir Bashiti's letter out of his Sir Bush. He has been passing himself for a pocket. where is the mighty barm now in this lord, has he?

letter? Mrs Bell. I beg my compliments to your friend Sir Bash. Where's the harm? Mrs Loveit: I am much obliged to you both for ' Lote. (Reads.] ‘I cannot, my dearest life, any your very honourable designs.

longer behold

[Curtseying to him. / Sir Bash. Shame and confusion! I am unLove. I was never so ashamed in all my life! | done!

Aside. Sir Bril. So, so, so, all his pains were to hide Love. Hear this, sir Bashful— The manifold the star from me. This discovery is a perfect' vexations, of which, through a false prejudice, I cordial to my dejected spirits.

1. am myself the occasion.' Mrs Bel. Mrs Lovemore, I cannot sufficiently | Lady Con. What is all this? acknowledge the providence that directed you to Sir Bash. I am a lost man!

Aside. pay me a visit, though I was wholly unknown to Lode. Mind, sir Bashful.- I am therefore reyou; and I shall henceforth consider you as my solved, after many conflicts with myself, to deliverer.

throw off the mask, and frankly own a passion, Love. So! it was she that fainted away in the which the fear of falling into ridicule, has, in closet, and be damned to ber jealousy ! Aside. appearance, suppressed.'

Sir Bril. Bv all that's whimsical, an odd sort Sir Bash. 'Sdeath! I'll hear no more of it. of an adventure this! My lord, [Advances to

Snatches at the letter. him.) iny lord, my lord Etheridge, as the man Love. No, sir; I resign it here, where it was says in the play, 'Your lordship is right welcome directed; and, with it, these notes which sir Basis• back to Denmark.

| ful gave me for your use. Love. Now he comes upon me.--Oh! I'ın in a Lady Con. It is his hand, sure enough. fine situation!

[Aside. Love. Yes, madam, and those are bis sentiSir Bril. My lord, I hope that ugly pain in ments, which he explained to me more at large. your lordship's side is abated.

L Lady Con. [Rends. ] “ Accept the presents Love. Absurd, and ridiculous. [ Aside. which I myselt have sept you; money, attend

Sir Bril. There is nothing forming there, I ance, equipage, and every thing else you shall hope, my lord?

* command; and, in return, I shall only entreat Love. I shall come to an explanation with you, you to conceal from the world that you have sir.

raised a flame in this heart, which will ever Sir Bril. The tennis-ball from lord Racket's show me, unlucky left hand.

Your admirer, Love. No more at present, sir Brilliant. I And your truly affectionate husband, leave you now to yourselves, and-[Goes to the

BASHFUL CONSTANT.' door in the back scene. 1-'sdeath, another fiend ! AU. Ha, ba ! I am beset by them.

Sir Bril. So, so, so! he has been in love with

his own wife all this time, has he? Sir Bashful, Enter Lady ConstANT.

will you go and see the new comedy with me! No way to escape?

Sir Bush. I shall blush through the world all [Attempts both stage doors, and is prevented. the rest of my life.

[ Aside. Lady Con. Mr Lovemore, it is the luckiest / Sir Bril. Lovemore, don't you think it a base thing in the world, that you are come home thing to invade the happiness of a friend? or to

Love. Ay; it is all over-all must come to do him a clandestine wrong! or to injure him light.

with the woman he loves ? Lady Con. I have lost every rubber; quite Love. To cut the matter short with you, sir, broke; four by honours against me every time. we have been traitors to each other; a couple of Do, Mr Lovemyre, lend me another hundred. unprincipled, unreflecting profligates.

Love. I would give an hundred pounds you Sir Bril. Profligates? were all in Lapland.

[Aside. | Love. Ay! both! we are pretty fellows, inLady Con. Mrs Lovemore, let me tell you, deed ! you are married to the falsest man; he has de- / Mrs Bell. I am glad to find you are awakenceived me strangely,

ed to a sense of your error. Mrs Love. I begin to feel for him, and to pity Love. I am, madam; and frank enough to own his uneasiness,

it. I am above attempting to disguise my feel Mrs Bell. Never talk of pity; let him beings, when I am conscious they are on the side of probed to the quick.

truth and honour. With the sincerest remorse, I Sir Bash. The case is pretty plain, I think, now, ask your pardon. I should ask pardon of my sir Brilliant?

lady Constant, too; but the fact is, sir Bashful Sir Bril. Pretty plain, upon my soul! Ha, ha! threw the whole affair in my way; and, when a


husband will be ashamed of loving a valuable | Mrs Love. From this moment it shall be our wonan, he must not be surprised, if other people mutual study to please each other. take her case into consideration, and love her for Love. A match, with all my heart. I shall,

hereafter, be ashamed only of my tollies, but neSir Bril. Why, faith, that does, in some sort, ver asbamed of owning that I sincerely love you. make his apology.

Sir Bash. Shan't you be ashamed? Sir Bush. Sir Bashful! sir Bashful! thou art Love. Never, sir. ruined.

Aside. Sir Bush. And will you keep me in counteMrs Bell. Well, sir, upon certain terms, Inance? don't know but I may sign and seal your pardon. Love. I will. Love. Terms! What terms?

Sir Bush. Give me your hand. I now forgive Mrs Bell. That you make due expiation of you all. My lady Constant, I own the letter; I your guilt to that lady. [Pointing to Mrs Love. own the sentiments of it [Embraces her.]; and,

Love. That lady, madam! That lady has no from this moment, I take you to my heart. reason to complain.

Lovemore, zookers! you have made a man of me. Mrs Love. No reason to complain, Mr Love- Sir Brilliant, come; produce the buckles.. inore?

Lady Con. If you hold in this humour, sir Love. No, madam, none; for, whatever may Bashful, our quarrels are at an end. have been iny imprudencies, they have had their Sir Bril. And now, I suppose, I must make source in your conduct,

restitution here Mrs Love. In my conduct, sir?

(Gires LADY CONSTANT the buckles. Love. In your conduct :- I here declare before Sir Bash. "Ay, ay; make restitution. Lovethis company, and I am above misrepresenting more! this is the consequence of his having some the matter; I here declare, that no man in Eng- tolerable phrase, and a person, Mr Lovemore! land could be better inclined to domestic happi- ha, ha! ness, if you, madam, on your part, bad been wil / Sir Bril. Why, I own the laugh is against me. ling to make home agreeable.

With all my heart; I am glad to see my friends Mrs Love. There, I confess, he touches me. happy at last. Loremore, may I presume to hope

[ Aside. for pardon at that lady's hands? Love. You could take pains enough before

Points to MRS LOVEMORE. marriage ; you could put forth all your charms; I Love. My dear confederate in vice, your parpractise all your arts, and make your features don is granted. Two sad libertines we have been. please by rule; for ever changing; running an But come, give us your hand : we have used each eternal round of variety; and all this to win my other scurvily : for the future, we will endeavour affections : but when you had won them, you did to atone for the errors of our past misconduct. not think them worth your keeping; never dress- Sir Bril. Agreed; we will, henceforward, beed, pensive, silent, melancholy; and the only en- have like men, who have not forgot the obligatertainment in my house, was the dear pleasure of tions of truth and honour. a dull conjugal tête-à-tête; and all this insipidity, I Love. And now, I congratulate the whole conbecause you think the sole merit of a wife con- pany, that this business has had so happy a tensists in her virtue : a fine way of amusing a hus-dency to convince each of us of our folly. band, truly!

Airs Bell. Pray, sir, don't draw me into a share Sir Bril. Upon my soul, and so it is

of your folly.

(Laughing. Love. Come, come, my dear madam, you are Mrs Love. Sir, I must own there is too much not without your share of it. This will teach truth in what you say. This lady has opened my you, for the future, to be content with one lover eyes, and convinced me there was a mistake in at a time, without listening to a fellow you know my former conduct.

nothing of, because he assumes a title, and Love. Come, come; you need say no more. Ispreads a fair report of himself. forgive you; I forgive.

Mrs Bell. The reproof is just ; I grant it. Mrs Love. Forgive! I like that air of confi- Love. Come, let us join the company cheerdence, when you know that, on my side, it is, at fully, keep our own secrets, and not make ourworst, an error in judgment; whereas, on yours- selves the town-talk.

Mrs Bell. Po! po! never stand disputing :/ Sir Bash. Ay, ay ; let us keep the secret. you know each other's faults and virtues; you Love. Wbat, returning to your fears again? have nothing to do but to mend the former, you will put me out of countenance, sir Bashful. and enjoy the latter. There, there; kiss and Sir Bash. I have done. friends. There, Mrs Lovemore, take your re Love. When your conduct is fair and upright, claimed libertine to your arms.

never be afraid of ridicule. Real honour, and Love, 'Tis in your power, madam, to make a generous affection, may bid defiance to all the reclaimed libertine of me indeed.

small wits in the kingdom. In my opinion, were VOL. II.

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the business of this day to go abroad into the to suffer their powers of pleasing to languish world, it might prove a very useful lesson : the away, but should still remember to sacrifice to men would see how their passions may carry the graces. them into the danger of wounding the bosom of a friend : and the ladies would learn, that, after To win a man, when all your pains succeed, the marriage rites are performed, they ought not The WAY TO KEEP HIM, is a task indeed.

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SCENE I.-The Park.

see you in this way: banish your suspicions :

you have conceived some strange aversion, I am Enter Sir John Restless and ROBERT, from

afraid, to my lady, sir? a house in the side scene.

Sir John. No, Robert; no aversion : in spite of Sir John. Sir John Restless! sir John Rest- | me, I dote upon her still. less ! thou hast played the fool with a vengeance! Rob. Then, why will you not think generously, What devil whispered thee to marry such a wo- sir, of the person you love? My lady, I dare be man? - Robert, you have been a faithful ser swornvant, and I value you. Did your lady go out at Sir John. Is false to me. That embitters my this door here into the Park, or did she go out at whole life. I love her, and she repays me with the street-door?

ingratitude, with perfidy, with falsehood, with Rob. This door, sir.

Rob. I dare be sworn, sir, she is a woman of Sir John, Robert, I will never live in a house honour. again that has two doors to it.

Sir John. Robert, I have considered you as a Rob. Sir!

friend in my house : don't you betray me, too : Sir John. I will give warning to my landlord don't attempt to justify her. instantly. The eyes of Argus are not sufficient Rob. Dear sir, if you will but give me leave : to watch the motions of a wife, where there is a you have been an indulgent master to me, and I street-door, and a back-door, to favour her am only concerned for your welfare. You marescapes.

ried my lady for love, and I have heard you so Rob. Upon my word, sir, I wish you will par- | warm in her praise : why will you go back from don my boldness, sir-I wish you would shake off those sentiments ? this uneasiness that preys upon your spirits. It Sir John. Yes, I married her for love-Oh ! grieves me to the heart-it does, indeed, sir, to love! love! what mischief dost thou not occa

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