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il, that ye endeavour till alone for yeer mis-rosity on the ain side, and gratitude on the conduct, by preparing and taking a lairge other so, sir, let me ba na mair of yeer reshare in that question, and supporting it wi leegious or philosophical refinements: but preaw your poower.
parc-attend—and speak till the question, or Eger. But, sir, I hope you will not so exert ye are na son o’mine—sir, I insist upon it. your influence, as to insist upon my, supporting a measure by an obvious, prostituted so
Enter Sam. phistry, in direct opposition to my character Sam. Sir, my lord says the writings are and my conscience.
now ready, and his lordship and the lawyers Sir P. Conscience! did ye ever hear ainy are waiting for you and Mr. Egerton, man talk of conscience in poleetical maiters? Sir P. Vary weel; we'll attend bis lordship
. conscience, quotha, I ha been in parliament [Exit Sam] Come, sir, let us gang doown these three-and-tharty years, and never heard and dispatch the business. the term made use of before-sir, it is an un
[Going, is stopped by Egerton, pairliamentary word, and ye wull be laughed Eger. Sir, with your permission, I beg you at for it.
will first hear me a word or two upon this Eger. Then, sir, I must frankly tell you, subject. that you work against my nature-you would Sir P. Weel, sir; what would ye say? connect me with men I despise, and press me Eger. I have often resolved to let you know into measures ! abhor. For know, sir, that [Bows very low). my aversion to this match. the malignant ferment, which the venal am- Sir P. Hoow, sir? bition of the times provokes in the heads and Eger. But my respect and fear of disoblighearts of other men-I detest.
ing you, bitherto kept me silent. Sir P. What are ye aboot, sir; with your Sir P. Your avarsion! hoow dare ye use malignant, yeer venal ambeetion, and your sic language till me? your avarsion! luock romantic nonsense ? Sir, every mon should be you, sir, I shall cut the matter vary short.ambeetious till serve his country -- and every Conseeder-my fortune is na inheritance; aw man should be rewarded for it. And pray, my ain acquiseetion; I can make ducks and sir, would not ye wish till serve yeer coun-drakes?) of it; so do not provoke me, but try ? answer me that, I say, would not ye sign the articles directly. wish till serve your country?
Eger. I beg your pardon, sir; but I must Eger. Only show me how I can serve my be free on this occasion, and tell you at ouce, country, and my life is hers. Were I qua- that I can no longer dissemble the honest paslified to lead her armies, to steer her fleets, sion that fills my heart for another woman. and deal her honest vengeance on her insult Sir P. Hoow! another woman! ah, ye vil ing foes; or could my eloquence pull down lain, how dare ye love another woman witha state leviatban, mighty by the plunder of out my parmission--but what other woman? his country, black with the treasons of her wha is she? speak, sir, speak. disgrace, and send his infamy down to free Eger. Consiantia. [Bowing very los posterity, as a monumental terror to corrupt Sir P. Constantia! Oh, ye profligate! what, ambition, I would be foremost in such service, a creature taken in for charity ? and act it with the unremitting ardour of a Eger. Her poverty is not her crime, sir, Roman spirit.
but her misfortune; and virtue, though coSir P. 'Why, ye are mad, sir; stark, staring, vered with a village garb, is virtue still; thereraving, mad; certainly the fellow has been fore, sirbitten by some mad whig ?) or other! ye are Sir P. Haud yeer jabbering, ye villain; haud vary young – vary, young, indeed, in these yeer jabbering! none of yeer romance, or maiters; but experience wull convince ye, sir, finement, till me. I ha but yean question till that every mon in public business has twa ask ye, but yean question, and then I ba done consciences; mind, sir, twa consciences; a re- we ye for ever--for ever—therefore think beleegious and a poleetical conscience--you see fore"ye answer; wull ye marry the lady, or a mairchant, or a shopkeeper, that kens the wull ye
heart? science of the world, awways luocks upon an
Eger. Sir, my presence shall not offend you oath in a custom-house, or behind a counter
, any longer; but when reason and reflecting only as an oath in business-a thing of course take their turn, I am - a mere thing o'course, that has nathing till pleased with yourself for this impaternal pasdo wi releegion; and just so it is at an elec- sion. tion, exactly the same--for instance, noow, I Sir P. Tarry, I command you—and I comam a candidate-pray observe-1 gang till a mand ye likewise not to stir till ye ha giren periwig-maker, a hatier, or a bosier, and I me ain answer-a defeenitive answer give ten, twanty, or tharty, guineas, for a ye marry the lady, or wull ye not? periwig, a hat, or a pair of hose, and so Eger. Since you command me, sir, know through a majority o roters; vary weel, what then, that I cannot will not marry her. is the consequence? why, this commercial intercourse, ye see, begets a friendship betwixt Sir P. Oh! the villain has shot me through us, and in a day or iwa, these men gang and the head; he has cut my vitals! I shall rum give me their suffrages. 'Weel, what is the distracted there never was sic a bargain ass inference, pray, sir?" can ye, or ainy lawyer, 1) Children amuse themselves by throwing malhes divine, or casuist, caw this a bribe? nai, sir, in fair poleetical reasoning, it is ainly gene
manner that they alternately dip in and rise out of 1) The Whigs are opposed to the Tories, forming the
the waler, and this they call ducks and drates, so that
if Sir Pertinax would convert his fortune into dollars, two grand political factions in England.
he could amuse himself for some time pretty well.
sure you will not be
I ha made wi this feulish lord--possession of [Exit Tomlins] Why suppose this Sidney his whole estate, wi three boroughs upon it; noow should be privy till his friend Chairles' sax members! why, what an acquiseetion, love for Constantia --what then, gude traith, what consequence! what dignity, what weight it is natural till think that his ain love wulí till the house of Macsycophant-0! dorn the demand the preference--ay, and obtain it too fellow-three boroughs, only for sending doon -yas! yas! self-self! is an ailoquent advosix broomsticks -Oh! miserable; ever since cate on these occasions—for only make it a this fallow came intill the world have been mon's interest till be a rascal, and I think we secretly preparing him for the seat of ministe- may, safely depend upon bis integreely in rial dignity, and sure never, never were times serving himsel. so favourable-every thing conspires; for aw
Enter Sidney. the auld polcetical posthorses are broken- .. Sid. Sir Pertinax, your servant. Mr. Tomwinded, and foundered, and canna get on; lins told me you desired to speak with me. and ass till the rising generation, the vanily
Sir P. Yes, I wanted till speak wi yce upon of surpassing yean another in what they feul- a vary singular business-Maister Sidney, give ishly, caw taste and ailegance, binds them me yeer hond, guin it did na luock like flat-hond and foot in the chains af luxury; which tery (which I detest), I would tell ye, maister wull awways set
them ир. till the best Sidney, that ye are an honour till your cloth, bidder; so that if they can but get where-yeer country, and till human nature. withal till supply their dissipation, a meenister Sid. Sir, you are very obliging. may convert the poleetical morals of aw sic Sir P. Sit ye doon here, maister Sidneyvoluptuaries intill a vote that would sell the sit ye doon here by me-my friend. [They nation till Prester John, and their boasted lee- sit] 'I am under the greatest obligations till berties till the great mogul.
[Exit. ye, for the care ye ha taken of Chairles -- the
principles, releegious, moral, and poleetical, ACT V.
ihat ye ba infused intill him, demand the SCENE I.--A Library.
warmest return of gratitude, baith fra him
and fra me. Enter SiR PERTINAX and Betty,
Sid. Your approbation, sir, next to that of Sir P. Come this way, Betty, come this my own conscience, is the best lest of my way; ye are a gude girl, and I'll reward ye endeavours, and the highest applause they can for this discovery. Oh! 'the villain! offer her receive. marriage!
Sir P. Sir, ye deserve it, richly deserve it; Bet. It is true, indeed; I would not tell and noow, sir, the same care that ye ha had your honour a lie for the world; but in troth of Chairles, the same my wife has taken of it lay upon my conscience, and I thought it her favourite, and sure never my duty to tell your worship.
plishments, knowledge, or principles, social Sir P. Ye are right, ye are right; it was and relcegious, impressed intill a better nature yeer duty to tell me, and I'll reward you for than Constantia's. it; ye say maister Sidney is in love wi her Sid. In truth, sir, I think so too. 10o-pray how came you by that intelligence? Sir P. She is, besides, a gentlewoman, and
Bei. Oh! sir, I know when folks are in love, of ass gude a family ass any in this county. let them strive to hide it as much as they will; Sid. So I understand, sir. I know it by Mr. Sidney's eyes, when I see Sir P. Sir, her faither had a vast estate; the him stealing, a sly sidelook at her, by, bis which he dissipated and melted in feastings, trembling, his breathing short, bis sighing and friendships, and charities, hospitalities, when they are reading together-besides, sir, and sic kind of nonsense—but to the business he made Jove verses upon ber, in praise of — Maister Sidney, I love ye-yas, I love you, her virtue, and her playing upon the music; and ha been luocking oot, and contriving hoow ay! and I suspect another thing, sir; she has till settle ye in the world: sir, I want till see a sweetheart, if not a husband, not far from ye comfortably and honourably fixed at the hence.
heed of a respectable family, and guin ye were Sir P. Wha! Constantia ?
my, ain son, a thoosand times, I could na Bet. Ay, Constantia, sir--lord, I can know make a mair valuable present till ye for that the whole affair, sir, only for sending over to purpose ass a partner for life, than this same Hadley, to farmer Hilford's youngest daughter, Constantia, wee sic a fortune doon wi her ass Sukey Hilford.
ye yoursel shall deem to be competent: ay, Sir P. Then send this instant, and get me and an assurance of every canonical contina particular account of it.
gency in my poower till confer or promote. Bet. That I will this minute, sir.
Sid. Sir, your offer is noble and friendly; Sir P. In the mean time keep a strict watch but though the highest station would derive upon Constantia - and be sure ye bring me lustre from Constantia's charms and worth ; word of whatever new matter ye can pick up yet, were she more amiable than love could aboot her, my son, or this Hadley husband or paint her in the lover's fancy, and wealthy sweetheart.
beyond the thirst of the miser's appetite, 1 Bet. Never fear, sir.
could not-would not wed her. Rises. Sir P. Wha's there?
Sir P. Not wed her! odzwins, mon! ye sur
prise me! why so ? what hinders? (Rises. Enter TOMLINS.
Sid. I beg you will not ask a reason for Where is maister Sidney?
my refusal; but, briefly and finally, it cannot Tom. In the drawing-room, sir,
be, nor is it a subject I can longer converse Sir P. Tell him I would speak we him. Jupon.
Sir P. Weel, sir, I ba done, I ha done—the mask at last, ye ha been in my service for sit doon, man—sit doon again—sit ye doon. many years, ye hypocrite! ye impostor—but I [They sit] I shall mention it no more - not never knew your principles before. but I must confess honestly till ye, friend Sid- Sid. Sir, you never affronted them before; ney, that the match, had ye approved of my if you had, you should have known them sooner, proposal, besides profiting you, would ha been Sir P. I ha done wi ye- ha done wi ye. of singular sarvice till me likewise; hoowever Ay, ay, noow I can account for my son's conye may still sarve me ass effectually ass if ye duct; his aversion till courts, till meenisters, had married her.
levees, public business, and his disobedience Sid. Then, sir, I am sure I will most heartily. till my commands--a perfeedious fellow-ye're
Sir P. I believe it, I believe it, friend Sid- a Judas! ye ba ruined the morals of my son, ney, and I thank ye. I ha na friend till de- ye villain; but I ha done wi ye; however this
my , broke-1 canna help these tears; and to tell fort, that guin ye air so vary squemish in obye the fact at yeance, your friend Chairles is liging, your patron, ye'll never rise in the struck wi a most dangerous malady, a kind church. of insanity – in short, this Constantia, I am Sid. Though my conduct, sir, should not afraid, has cast an evil eye upon him-do ye make me rise in her power, I am sure it will understand me?
in her favour-in the favour of my own conSid. Not very well, sir.
science too, and in the esteem of all worthy Sir P. Why, he is grievously smitten wi men; and that, sir, is a power and dignity the love of her, and I am afraid will never beyond what patrons of any denomination can be cured withoot a leetle of your assistance. confer.
. Sid. Of my assistance! pray, sir, in what Sir P. What a reegorous, saucy, stiff-necked manner?
fallow it is!-1 see my folly noow; I am unSir P. In what manner! Lord, maister Sid- done by my ain policy! this Sidney was the ney, how can ye be so dull! Now then, my last man that should ba been abooi my son. vary guid friend, guin you would take an op- The fellow, indeed, hath given him principles portunity to speak a guid word for him till that might ha done vary, weel among the apihe wench, and contrive to bring them toge- cient Romans, but are domned unfit for the ther once, why, in a few days after, he would modern Britons-weel! guir I had a thoosand nai care a pinch o'snuff for her. [Sidney sons, I never would suffer yean of yeer Engsturts up] What is the matter wi ye, mon lish univarsity bred fellows, till be aboot a son what the deevil gars ye start and luock so as- of mine again; for they ba sic an a pride of tonished ?
leeterature and character, and sic saucy EngSid. Sir, you amaze me! In what part of lish notions of leeberty, conteenually fermentmy mind, or conduct, have you found that ing in their thoughts, that a man is never sure baseness, which entitles you to treat me with of one of them; but what am I to do? Zoons, this indignity?
he must nai marry this beggar-I canna sit Sir P. Indignity--what indignity do ye mean, doon tamely under that - stay, haud a wee; sir ? is asking ye till serve a friend wi a wench by the blood I have it--yas! I ha hit upon't. an indignity? Sir, am not I your patron and
Enter Betty. benefactor, ba?
Bet. Oh! sir, I have got the whole secret Sid. You are, sir; and I feel your bounty out. at my heart-but the virtuous gratitude, that Sir P. Aboot wbat ? sowed the deep sense of it there, does not Bet. Aboot miss Constantia ; I have just had inform me, that in return, the tutor's sacred all the particulars from farmer Hilford's youngfunction, or the social virtue of the man, mustest daughter, Sukey Hilford. be debased into the pupil's pander, or the pa- Sir P. Weel, weel, but what is the story? tron's prostitute.
quick, quick, what is it? Sir P. Hoow! what, sir, do ye dispute? are Bet. Why, sir, it is certain that Mrs. Conye na my dependant-ha! and do.ye hesitate stantia has a sweetheart, or a husband, a sort aboot an ordinary civeelity, which is practised of a gentleman,' or a gentleman's gentlemas
, every day, by, men and women of the first they don't know which, that lodges at Gaffer fashion? sir, let me tell ye, however nice ye Hodges'; for Sukey says she saw them toge may be, there is na a dependant aboot the ther last night in the dark walk, and Mrs. court that would na jump at sic an opportu-Constantia was all in tears. nity till oblige his patron.
Sir P. Ah! I am afraid this is too gude Sid. Indeed, sir, I believe the doctrine of news till be true. pimping for patrons may be learned in every Bet. Oh! sir, it is certainly true; besides
, party school:' for where faction and public sir, she has just writ a letter to the gallant; venality are taught as measures necessary to and I have sent John Gardener to her, who the prosperity of the Briton and the patriotis to carry it to him to Hadley; now, sir, if there every vice is to be expected.
your worship would seize the letter. Sec, see, Sir P. Oho! Oho! vary weel, fine insinua- sir, here John comes, with the letter in bis tions! I ken what you glance at-yes, ye in-hand ! tend this satire as a slander upon meenisters Sir P. Go, go; step ye oot, Betty, and leare -ay! ay! sine sedeetion against government the fellow till me. -Oh!
villain-ye-ye--sirrah-ye are Bet. I will, șir. black sheep, and I'll mark ye, and represent ye: I'll draw your picture-ah! ah! I am glad Enter John, with a Packet and a Letter. ye show yoursel- yas, yas-ye ba taken offl John. There, go you into my pocket
up the Packet] There's nobody in the library dear, dear Chairles; what would ye think of -so I'll e'en go through the short way; let her? me see what is the name—Mel-Meltil-0! Eger. I should think her the mosť deceitful, no! Melville, at Gaffer Hodges'.
and the most subtle of her sex, and if possible Sir P. What letter is that, sir?
would never think of her again. John. Letter, sir!
Sir P. Wull ye give me yeer honour of Sir P. Give it me, sir.
that? John. An't please your honour, sir-it-it Eger. Most solemnly, sir. it is not mine.
Sir P. Enough-I am satisfied. [Cries with Sir P. Deliver it this instant, sirrab; or I'll joy] You make me young again; I was afraid break yeer head.
ye were fascinated wi the charms of a crack. John. There, there, your honour.
ken this hond?
Lady M. As well as I do my own, sir; it John. You have got the letter, old surly, is Constantia's. but the packet is safe in my pocket. I'll go Sir P. It is so; and a better evidence it is, and deliver that, however; for I wull be true than any that can be given by the human to poor Mrs. Constantia, in spite of you. tongue ; bere is a warm, rapturous, lascivious
[ Aside. Exit
. lelter, under the hypocritical syren's ain hond; Sir P. [Reading the Letter] Um!- Um! her ain hond, sir, her ain hond. But judge - Um! And bless my eyes with the sight of yourselves-read it. you. Um! um! throw myself into your dear Eger. [Reads] I have only time to tell arms. Zoouns, this letter is invaluable!
you, that the family came down sooner
than I expected, and that I cannot bless Enter Betty.
my eyes with the sight of you till the evenOh!Betty, ye are an axcellent wench, this ing. The notes and jewels, which the bealetter is worth a million.
rer of this will deliver to you, were preBet. Is it as I suspected, sir, to her sweetheart? sented to me, since I saw you, by the son
Sir P. It is-it is! bid Constantia pack oot of my benefactorof the house this instant; and let them get the Sir P. Now mark. chaise ready to carry her wherever she plea- Eger. [Reads] Au which I beg you will ses; but first send my wife and son hither. convert to your own inmediate use, for my Bet. I shall, sir.
heart has no room for any wish, or forSir P. Do so, be gone. [Exit Betty] Aha! tune, but what contributes to your relief maister Chairles, I believe I shall cure your and happinesspassion for a vartuous beggar noow; I think Sir P. Oh, Chairles,' Chairles! do ye see, he canna be so infatuated as to be a dupe till sir, what a dupe she makes of you? But mark a strumpetlet me see-hoow am I till act what follows; mark, Chairles, mark. noow ?--why, like a true poleetician, I must Eger. [Reads] Oh, how I longpretend most sincerely, where I intend most Sir P. Mark. deceit.
Eger. [Reads] To throw myself into your
dear, dear armsEnter Lady MacSYCOPHANT and Egerton, Sir P. Mark, mark.
Eger. [Reads] To sooth your fears, your Weel, Chairles, nolwithstanding the mce- apprehensions, and your sorrows. I have sery ye ha brought upon me, I ha sent for something to tell you of the utmost moment, ye and yeer mother, in order till convince ye but will reserve it till we meet this evening baith of my affection, and my readiness till in the dark walk-in the dark walk! forgive; nay, and even till indulge your per- Sir P. In the dark walk-ah! an evil eyed verse passion; for since I find this Constantia curse upon her! yas, yas, she has been osten has got hold of your heart, and that your in the dark walk, I believe-but read, read! mother and ye think that ye can
never be Eger. [Reads) In the mean time, banish happy withooi her, why I'll na longer oppose all fears, and hope the best, from fortune, yeer inclinations.
and your ever dutiful, and ever affectioEger. Dear sir, you snatch me from sharpest nate
Constantia HARRINGTON. misery. On my knees let my heart thank you Sir P. There, there's a warm epistle for for this goodoess.
you! in short, the fact is--the hussy, ye must Lady M. Let me express my thanks too, know, is married till the fellow. and my joy; for had you not consented to Eger. Not unlikely, sir. bis marrying her, we 'all should have been Lady M. Indeed, by her letter, I believe she is. miserable.
Sir P. Noow, madam, what'amends can ye Sir P. Weel, I am glad I ha found a way make me for countenancing, your son's pastill please ye baith at last but noow, my dear sion for sic an a reptile? and ye, sir, whai ha Chairles, suppose noow, that this spotless ves- ye till say for your disobedience and your tal, this wonder of varlue, this idol of your frenzy ? Oh! Cbairles! Chairles, you'll shorten heart, should be a concealed wanton, after aw! my days!
[Sits down. Eger. A wanton, sir!
(Eagerly. Eger. Pray, sir, be patient-compose yourSir P. Or suppose that she should bave an self a moment; I will make you any compeňengagement of marriage, or an intrigue wisation in my power. another mon, and is only making a dupe of Sir P. Then instantly sign the articles of ye aw this time; I say only suppose it, my marriage.
Eger. The lady, sir, has never yet been afiection brought me to my native land, in consulted, and I have some reason to believe quest of an only child. I found her, as ! that her heart is engaged to another man. thought, amiable as paternal fondness could
Sir P. Sir, that is na business of yours — I desire ; but foul seduction has snatched her know she wull consent; and that's aw we are from me; and hither am I come, fraught with till consider. Oh! bere comes my lord! a father's anger, and a soldier's honour, to
seek the seducer, and glut revenge. Enter LORD LUMBERCOURT.
Lady M. Pray, sir, who is your daughter? Lord L. Sir Pertinax, erery thing is ready, Mel. I blush to own her-but-Constantia. and the lawyers wait for us.
Omnes. How! Sir P. We attend your lordship; where is Lady M. Constantia! lady Rodolpha?
Eger. Is Constantia your daughter, sir? Lord L. Giving some female consolation to Mel. She is, and was the only comfort thal poor Constantia. Why, my lady! ha! ha! ha! nature, fortune, or my own extravagance had I hear your vestal, Constantia, has been flirt-left me. ing!
Sir P. Gude traith, then I fancy ye wall Sir P. Yas, yas, my lord, she is in very find but vary little comfort fra her; for she is gude order for ainy mon that wants a wife, na better than sbe should be-she has bad na and an heir till his estate, intill the bargain. damage in this mansion; but ye may, gang
till Hadley, till yean farmer Hodges', and there Enter Tomlins.
ye may learn the whole story, fra a cheel bey Tom. Sir, there's a man below, that wants caw Melville. to speak to your honour upon particular bu- Mel. Melville ! siness.
Sir P. Yas, sir; Melville. Sir P. Sir, I canna speak till ainy body Mel. 0! would to heaven she had no crime noow-be must come another time ; baud- to answer but her commerce with Melvillestay, what, is he a gentleman?
no, sir, he is not the man; it is your son, Tom. He looks something like one, sir; a your Egerton, that has seduced her and here, sort of a gentleman; but he seems to be in sir, are the evidences of his seduction. a kind of a passion; for when I asked his Eger. Of my seduction, sir! name, be answered hastily, 'tis no matter, Mel
. Of yours, sir, if your name be Egerton. friend, go tell your master there is a gentle-l: Eger. I am that man, sir; but pray whał man here, that must speak to him directly. is your evidence ? Sir P. Must! ha! vary peremptory indeed !
Mel. These bills, and these gorgeous jewels pr’ythee let's see this angry sort of a gentle--not to be had in her menial state
, but al man, for curiosity's sake. [Exit Tomlins. the price of chastity; not an hour since she
sent them, impudently sent them, by a servant Enter Lady RODOLPHA.
of this house; contagious infamy started from Lady R. Oh! my lady Macsycophant, I am their touch. come an humble advocate for a weeping piece Eger. Sir, perhaps you may be mistaken of female frailly; who begs she may be per- concerning the terms on which she received mitted to speak till your ladyship, before ye them; do you but clear her conduct with refinally reprobate her.
spect to Melville, and I will instantly satisfy Sir P. I beg your pardon, lady Rodolpha, your fears concerning the jewels and bet but it must not be see her, she shall not. virtue.
Lady M. Nay, there can be no harm, my Mel. Sir, you give me new life; you are dear, in hearing what she has to say for herself, my better angel I believe in your words, Sir P. I tell you, it shall not be.
your looks-kuow then-I am that Melville. Lady M. Well, well, my dear, I have done, Sir P. Hoow, sir! ye that Melville, that was I have done.
at farmer Hodges'?
Mel. The same, sir; it was he brought my Enter Tomlins and MELVILLE.
Constantia to my arms; lodged and secreted Tom. Sir, that is my master.
me-once my lowly tenant, now my only Sir P. Weel, sir, pray what is your urgent friend; the fear of inexorable creditors' made business wi me, sir ?
me change my name from Harrington to Me Mel. To shun disgrace and punish baseness. ville, till I could see and consulto some wbo
Sir P. Punish baseness! what does the fal- once called theinselves my friends. low mean? wba are ye, sir?
Eger. Sir, suspend your fears and anger Mel. A man, sir.
but for a few minutes I will keep my word Sir P. A mon, sir!
with you religiously; and bring your ConMel. And one whose spirit and fortune once stantiá to your arms, as virtuous and as happy bore as proud a sway as any within this as you could wish her. country's limits.
[Exeunt Lady Macsycophant and Lord L. You seem to be a soldier, sir!
Egerton. Mel. I was, sir, and have the soldier's cer
Sir P. The clearing, up of this wench's vir tificate, to prove my service--rags and scars: tue is dom'd unlucky! I'm afraid it wall ruin for ten long years, in India's parching clime, aw oor affairs again – hoowever, I ha yean I bore my country's cause, and in noblest stroke still in my heed, that wull' secure the dangers sustained it with my sword-at length bargain wi my lord, let matters gang as they ungrateful peace has laid 'me down, where wuil. [-Asidej But I wonder, maister Melville
, welcome war first took me up-in poverly ---that ye did na pick up some leetle matter of and the dread of cruel creditors. 'Paternal the siller in the Indies-Ah! tbere ba been