PERSONS OF THE DRAMA. MEN. LORD WORrymore. COLONEL FRankland. BLOUNT. SIR JOHN CROFTON. CLERMONT. HUGH, a Boy. PATERSON, Servant of Colonel Frankland. MANHAUNSLET, a German Vagrant. Visiters, Servants, &c. WOMEN. LADY WORRYMORE. LADY SHREWDLY. MISS FRANKLand. MRS. BROWN. BARBARA, the Attendant of Miss Frankland. Visiters, Servants, &c. ENTHUSIASM. ACT I. SCENE I.-A Saloon, with a Glass Door opening into a Garden in the bottom of the Stage. -LORD WORRYMORE and LADY SHREWDLY are seen walking towards the House in earnest conversation, and enter by the said Door, speaking as they enter. LADY SHREWDLY. BUT, my dear Lord Worrymore, did you not know all this before you married her? and did you not admire the charming ardour of her character? LORD WORRYMORE. Yes, Madam; for things worthy of that ardour did then engage her attention. The first time I beheld her, -I believe I have told you before. LADY SHREWDLY. True, my Lord; I have heard you say that the first time you beheld her was in the painting gallery of Mr. Rougeit, where she stood rivetted with admiration before the portrait of your Lordship; and that grace and expression attracted her at that moment, I am not disposed to question. LORD WORRYMORE. Yes, my dear friend; and in poetry also, and the graver works of composition, nothing that was excellent escaped her. My speech upon the former Corn Bill delighted her: not an argument or happy expression in the whole that she could not repeat with a spirit and action appropriate. She had a sound taste for eloquence; nobody admired it like her. LADY SHREWDLY. How should they? She must have had a capacity made on purpose to admire that speech; and a very rare one too, I assure you. LORD WORRYMORE. Not a word or observation fell from my lips, but she understood the sense and spirit of it so quickly. LADY SHREWDLY. Leaving any other listener far behind, I dare say. LORD WORRYMORE. And now, every learned oddity, every foolish coxcomb who has gathered up in the world but a shred of reputation for any thing, engrosses exclusively, for the time, her thoughts and admiration; and what I do, what I speak, what I write, is no more attended to, than if I had changed into a common-place person on her hands. LADY SHREWDLY. And that is what change could never make your Lordship. LORD WORRYMORE (bowing with affected modesty). To be sure, I then thought enthusiasm a very charming quality. LADY SHREWDLY. But not very constant to its object, my Lord; you surely could not think that. You have had your turn, and should now with a better grace give up some portion of her admiration to the other sages, orators, and poets with which this. happy metropolis abounds. LORD WORRYMORE. Sages, orators, and poets, Lady Shrewdly! She has been tearing the clothes off her back in squeezing through the crowd of a city conventicle, to hear the long-winded sermons of a pres |