affair. In the first place, I don't think it would be very undutiful in a girl to do what her father desires her, was it as you say; in the next, I desired her to give her consent to marry Thomas, 'tis true, but she refused me.

Mrs. B. Why, this is worse than t'otherfirst use me ill, and then result me for the girl told me, with her own mouth, that she promised you to marry Thomas.

Bun. And she told me, with her own mouth, she had promised you to marry Robin.

Mrs. B. What am I to think of this?

Bun. E'en what you please, my dear; you know I never dictate to you,

Enter WILELMINA.

Mrs. B. Here she comes herself, we shall know the truth of all this. Come here, child, speak ingenuously now: did not you tell me that you would not marry Robin?

Wil. I did, ma'am.

Mrs. B. There, Mr. Bundle-and pray what reason did you give me for it?

Wil. Because papa had persuaded me to marry Thomas.

Mrs. B. And have you the confidence to look me in the face after all this?

Bun. Pray hear me one word?

Mrs. B. I won't hear a syllable.

Bun. Nay, let me speak in my turn. Wilelmina, come here, child, speak ingenuously; did not you tell me you would not marry Tho mas?

Wil. I did, sir.

Bun. There, Mrs. Bundle and pray what reason did you give me for it?

Wil. Because my mamma had persuaded me to marry Robin.

Bun. And have you the confidence to look me in the face after this?

Mrs. B. Why, you little dirty Trollop, have you been making a jest of us both?

Bun. Indeed, my dear, there is somethingWil. Hear me, my dear papa and mamma; when first you proposed Robin to me, and you Thomas, I determined to have neither, 'till one or the other had given me some proof beside tel. ling me so, that he would make me a faithful and affectionate husband; the first that does shall have me; and though I would not wish to have either of you think me undutiful, on that alone shall depend my giving my consent to be a wife.

In vain, dear friends, each art to try,
To neither lover's suit inclin'd;
On outward charms I'll ne'er rely,
But prize the graces of the mind.

The empty coxcomb which you chose,
Just like the flower of a day,
Shook by each wind that folly blows,
Seems born to flutter and decay.

Your choice an honest aspect wears;
To give him pain I oft have griev'd
But it proceedeth from my fears;

Than me much wiser are deceiv'd.
I thank you both, then, for your love,
Wait for my choice a little while;

And he who most shall worthy prove,

"

My hand I'll offer with a smile. [Exit.

Bun. Well, my dear, what do you say to all this?

Mrs. B. Say! why that I am perfectly in a quandary; the confidence of the baggage goes beyond all-one would think she had never been edicated by me.

Bun. Oh! I am afraid its her having been edicated by you, as you call it, that has taught it her.

Mrs. B. What do you stand muttering there about? 'tis you she may thank for all these mean notions: if she would but suffer me to teach her a little of the bone-tone, she would despise the idera of consulting her heart about marrying; such low mechanical stuff has been out of fashion

a long time since among people that know how to bemean themselves.

Bun. Well, but I suppose you intend to let her do what she pleases.

Mrs. B. No, sir; do you think I am so tame as to be ruled by my daughter? I believe you can witness for me that I seldom let any body rule but myself.

Bun. You never let any body rule but yourself, my dear; and you really do it so well, it is a pity to hiuder you.

Mrs. B. None of your sneers, sir-but I see into the bottom of all this: 'tis a scheme between you and your daughter to make a fool of me: but I'll after her, and cure her of her ridiculous notions of love, and a pack of stuff, and she shall marry the man I have chose for her, -in short, I have determined what to do, and let me hear you, or her, say a single word against it, if you dare.

or

"How can she thus low-minded be?

"A girl of her merit!

"What's become of her spirit?

"Would the baggage take pattern by me,
"She'd value the pleasure of no man!

"But hold up her head,

"And in all that she said,

"Claim the privilege due to a woman.

"Our wills ought to be without measure;
"And the best thing that you
"Male creatures can do

"Is to buckle to our will and pleasure."

Enter TUG.

Exit.

Tug. Master Bundle, how fares it? I wanted to speak to you, but I never likes to interrupt people when they are in agreeable company.

Bun. What, you saw my wife with me: she is the most agreeable, it must be confess'd.

Tug. Why, she did not seem to be cantan. caras with you now.

Bun. No: her anger was levelled at her daughter; but 'tis all the same; I feel the good effects of it, let her be cantancaras, as you call it, with who she will.

Tug. But, Master Bundle, how comes it to pass that she should be angry with Miss Wilelmina? she has not refused to marry Robin, has she?

Bun. But she has, though; and refused to marry you too.

Tug. Ay, ay! why, I never heard she had any other sweetheart.

Bun. I don't know what the girl has got in her head, not I-a parcel of absurd stuff! she has a mind to make fools of us all, I believe;