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Miss Wal. You may be sure that delicacy will not suffer me to be communicative on the subject, Sir.
Gen. Then you leave every thing to my management.
[goes out. Gen. The day is my own, ( sings) Britons strike home! strike home!
Capt. Sav. N
Scene between Gen. SAVAGE, Capt. SAVAGE, Miss WALSING
PAM, and TORRINGTON, a lawyer ; in which the General discovers his mistake.
CAY, but my dearest Miss Walsingham,
the extenuation of my conduct to Belville, made it absolutely necessary for me to discover my engagements with you ; and as happiness is now so fortunately in our reach, I flatter myself that you will be prevailed upon to forgive an error which proceeded only from extravagance of love.
Miss Wal. To think me capable of such an action, Captain Savage! I am terrified at the idea of an union with you ; and it is better for a woman at any time, to sacrifice an insolent lover, than to accept of a suspicious husband.
Capt. In the happiest union, my dearest creature, there must always be something to overlook on both sides.
Miss W'al. Very civil, truly.
Capt. Pardon me, my life, for this frankness; and recollect, that if the lover has, through misconception, been unhappily guilty, he brings a husband altogether reformed to your hands.
Miss Wal. Well, I see I must forgive you at last ; so I may as well make a merit of necessity, you provoking creature.
Capt. And may I indeed hope for the blessing of this hand ?
Miss Wal. Why you wretch, would you have me force it upon you u ? I think, after what I have said, a soldier miglit venure to take it without further ceremony..
Capt. Angelic creature ! thus I seize it as my lawful prize.
Miss Wal. Well, but now you have obtained this inestimalle prize, Captain, give me leave again to ask if you have than a certain explanation with the General ?
gani. How call you doubt it?
Miss Wal. And ishe really impatient for our marriage ? Cont 'Tis incredible how earnest he is.
Miss Val. What ! did he tell you of his interview with me this evening, when he brought Mr. Torrington ?
Caps, He did.
Capt. If a shadow of doubt remains, here he comes to remove it. Joy, my dear Sir, joy a thousand times !
[Enter General Savage anul Torrington.] Gen. What, my clear boy have you carried the day?
Miss Wal. I have been weak enough to indulge him with a victory, indeed, General.
Gen. Fortune favors the brave, Torrington.
Gen. This had nearly proved a day of disappointment, but the stars have fortunately turned it in my favor, and now I reap the rich reward of my victory.
Capt. And here I take her from you as the greatest good which heaven can send me.
Miss Wal. O captain !
Gen. You take her as the greatest good which heaven can send you, Sirrah ! I take her as the greatest good which heaven can send me ; and now what have you to say to her ?
Miss Wal, General Savage !
Gen. What mistakes can have happened now, sweetest, you delivered up your dear hand this moment.
Miss Wal. True, Sir ; but I thought you were going to bestow my dear hand upon this dear gentleman.
Gen. How ! that dear gentleman ?
Tor. Fortune favors the brave, General, none but the brave-[Laughingly. Gen. So the covert way is cleared at last ; and you
have all along imagined that I was negotiating for this fellow, when I was gravely soliciting for myself.
Miss Wal. No other idea, Sir, ever entered my imagination. Tor. General, noble minds should never despair.
[Laughingly. Gen. Well, my hopes are all blown up to the moon at once, and I shall be the laughing stock of the whole towiła
Scene between Mrs. Belville, Miss WALSINGHAM, and
Lady RACHEL Mildew-on DueLLING. Mrs. Belv. WHERE is the generosity, where is the
(alone.] sense, where is the shame of men, to find pleasure in pursuits which they cannot remember without the deepest horror ; which they cannot foliow without the ineanest fraud ; and which they cannot effect without consequences the most dreadful? The greatest triumplı which a libertine can ever experience, is too despicable to be en. vied ; ’uis at best nothing but a victory over humanity; and if he is a husband, he must be doubly tortured on the wheel of recollection.
[Enter Miss Walsingham, and Lady Rachel Mildew. Miss Wal. My dear Mrs. Belville, I am extremely unhappy to see you so distressed.
Lady Rach. Now I am extremely glad to see her so ;for if she were not greatly distressed, it would be monstrously unnatural.
Mrs. Bel. O Matilda ! my husband ! my children ! Miss Wal. Don't weep, my dear, don't weep! pray
be comforted, all may end happily. Lady Rachel, beg of her: not to cry so.
Laily Rach. Why, you are crying yourself, Miss Walsingham. And though I think it out of character to encourage her tears, I cannot help keeping you company.
Mrs. Bel. O, why is not some effectual method contrived to prevent this horrible practice of duelling:
Lady Rach. l'il expose it on the stage, since the law now a-days kindly leaves the whole cognizance of it to the theatre.
Miss Wal. And yet if the laws against it were as well enforced, as the laws against destroying the game, perhaps it would be equally for the benefit of the kingdom.
Mrs. Bel. No law will ever be effectual till the custom is rendered infamous. Wives must shriek ! Mothers must agonize ! orphans must be multiplied ! unless some blessed hand strip the fascinating glare from honorable mur. der, and bravely expose the idol who is worshipped thus in blood. While it is disreputable to obey the laws, we cannot look for reformation. But if the dueliist is once banished from the presence of his sovereign ; if he is for life excluded the confidence of his country ; if a mark of indelible disgrace is stamped upon him, the sword
He strives with thirst and hunger, toil and heat ;
pomp and pleasure which his soul can wish, His rigid virtue will accept of none.
Syph. Believe me, prince, there's not an African
Jub. Thy prejudices, Syphux, won't discern
Syph. 'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul
Jub. Why dost thou call my sorrows up afresh;
Syph. Oh, that you'd profit by your father's ills !
Jub. Syphax, I should be more than twice an orphan
Syph. Ay, there's the tye that binds you !
Jub. Syphax, y ur zeal becomes importunate ;
Syph. Sir, your great father never used me thus.
you drew from him in your last farewell ? Still must I cherish the dear sad remembrance, At once to torture and to please my soul. The good old king, at parting, wrung my hand, (His eyes brimful of tears) then sighing, cried · Prithee be careful of my son !”—His grief Sweli'd up so high, he could not utter more.
Jub. Alas, the story melts away my soul ! The best of fathers ! how shall I discharge The gratitude and duty which I owe him?
Syph. By laying up his counsels in your heart.
Jab. His counsels bade me yield to thy directions.;.
Syph. Alas, my prince, I'll guide you to your safety.
Jub. Better to die ten thousand deaths,
Syph. Rather say your love.
Jub. Syphax, I've promis'd to preserve my temper : Why wilt thou urge me to confess a flame I long have stifled and would fain conceal ?
Synh. Believe me, prince, tho' hard to conquer love, 'Tis easy
to divert and break its force. Absence might cure it ; or a second mistress Light up another flame and put out this..