I must tell you in plain words, that he owes his ruin to entertaining fuch fine gentlemen as yourself. L. Pride. Me, Sir! Rat me! I would have you know I think I do you too much honour in entering into you, doors but I am glad you have taught me at what dir ftance to keep fuch mechanics for the future. ComePuff, let's to the opera. I fee, if a man hath not good, `blood in his veins, riches won't teach him to behave like a gentleman. L. Puff. Canaille ! [Exeunt L. Pride and L. Puff. Good. S'bodlikins! I am in a rage that ever a fellow fhou'd upbraid me with great blood in his veins, when, odfheart the best blood in his veins hath run through my bottles. Lady. My Lord Pride and my Lord Puff gone! 'Come, my dear, the affembly is broke up; let us make hafte away, or we fhall be too late for any other. 2 Lady. With all my heart; for I am heartily fick ' of this. 3 Lady. Come, come, come; away, away! 'Mar. Allons, quittons le bourgion. Col. Sir, you are a fcrub; and if I had not a friendfhip for your fon, I'd fhew you how you ought to treat 'people of fashion. [Exeunt Col. and Marquis. Char. Poor Valentine! how tenderly I feel his mis. fortunes! Good. Why don't you follow your companions, Sir? Val. Ah! Sir, I am fo fenfible of what I have done, that I could fly into a defert from the apprehenfions of your just wrath; nay, I will, unless you can forgive me. Good. Who are you, Madam, that stay behind the rest your company? There is no more mischief to be done here, fo there is no more business for a fine lady. of Char. Sir, I ftay to intreat you to forgive your poor unhappy fon, who will otherwife fink under the weight of your difplcafure. Good. Ah, Madam, if that be all the business, you may leave this houfe as foon as you please; for him I am determin'd to turn directly out on't. Char. Then, Sir, I am determin'd to go with him. Be comforted, Valentine, I have fome fortune which my aunt aunt cannot prevent me from, and it will make us happy for a while at leaft; and I prefer a year, a month, a day, with the man I love, to a whole ftupid age without him. Val. O, my dear love! and I prefer an hour with thee to all that heaven can give me. Oh! I am fo bleft, that fortune cannot make me miferable. A IR XI The lafs of Patie's mill. if Thus when the tempeft high Roars dreadful from above, The conftant turtles fly Together to the grove And hovers o'er its mate; AIR XII. My tender heart me long beguil'd, I'd not known how well I lov'd. But wou'd you know true love and gold, Enter Oldcastle and Mrs. Highman. Old. Here, Madam; now you may trust your own eyes, you won't believe mine. Mrs. High. What do I fee! my niece in the very arms of her betrayer, and his father an abettor of the injuflice!Sir, give me leave to tell you, your madness is a poor excufe for this behaviour Good. Madam, I afk your pardon for what I faid to you to-day. I was impos'd on by a vile wretch, who, I dare fwear, mifreprefented each of us to the other. affure you I am not mad, nor do I believe you fo. I Mrs. High. Thou vile wretch, thou difhonour of thy family! How doft thou dare to appear before my face? Char. Madam, I have done nothing to be afham'd of; and I dare appear before any one's face. 2 Good. Good. Is this young lady a relation of yours? Mrs. High. She was, before your fon had accomplish'd his base designs upon her. Char. Madam, you injure him; his defigns on me have been still honourable; nor hath he faid any thing which the most virtuous ears might not have heard. Val. To-moriow fhall filence your fufpicions on that head. Mrs. High. What, Mr. Goodall, do you forgive your fon's extravagance? Good. Is this lady your heirefs? Mrs. High. I once intended her fo. Good. Why then, Madam, I like her generous paffion for my fon fo much, that if you will give her a fortune equal to what I fhall fettle on him, I fhall not prevent their happiness. Mrs. High. Won't you? and I fee fhe is fo entirely his in her heart, that fince he hath not dared to think difhonourably of her, I fhall do all in my power to make it a bargain. Val. Eternal bieffings on you both! Now, my Charlotte, I am blefs'd indeed. Old. And pray, Madam, what's to become of me? Mrs. High. That, Sir, I cannot poffibly tell you know I was your friend; but my niece thought fit to difpote of herself another way. Old. Your niece has behaved like a -Bodikins! I am in a passion; and for her fake, I'll never make love to any woman again. I'm refolv'd. [Exit in a pet. Mrs. High. No imprudent refolution. Good. I hope, Valentine, you will make the only return in your power to my paternal tenderness in forgiving you ; and let the mifery you so narrowly escaped from your former extravagances be a warning to you for the future. Val. Sir, was my gratitude to your great goodness infufficient to reclaim me, I am in no danger of engaging in any vice whereby this lady might be a fufferer. Single, I'd fuffer fate's feverest dart - Unmov'd; but who can bear the double fmart, EPI EPILOGU E. Spoken by Mrs. CLIVE. A POET should, unless his fate be guest, Write for each play two Epilogues at least; "What means this mighty crowding here to-day?" How can we fpeak it, when the play is damn'd? Damn'd, did I say?. His play is fafe -he furely need not fear it ; -when none will come to hear it. English is now below this learned town ; None but Italian warblers will go down. Though courts were more polite, the English ditty What glorious thoughts must all our neighbours nouri Orpheus drew ftones with his enchanting fong; -But though our angry poets rail in fpite, THE HITHER, in days of yore, from Spain or France, H Left |