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bonny forlunes snapped up there of late ycars (upon honour, yean brother is ass gude till by some of the meelitary blades.

Rodolpha ass another. Mel. Very true, sir; but it is an observation Sir P. I'll ainswer, madam, for your grandamong soldiers, that there are some men who mother, noow, my lord, what say you? never meet with any thing in the service but Lord L. Nay, sir Pertinax, so the agreement blows and ill fortune-l was one of those, stands, all is right again; come, child, let us even to a proverb.

be gone. Lookye, sir Pertinax, let me have Sir P. Ah! 'tis pity, sir; a great pity, noow, no more perplexity, or trouble about writings, that ye did na gei a mogul, or some sic an lawyers, duns, debts, or daughter; only let me animal intill your clutches---Ah! I should like be at my ease, and rat me if I care one pinch till ha the strangling, of a nabob—the rum- of snuff if her ladyship concorporates with the maging of his gold dust, bis jewel closet, and cham of Tartary.' [Exit Lord Lumbercourt. aw his magazines of bars and ingots; ha! ha! Sir P. Ass to ye, my lady Macsycophant, I ba! gụde traith, noow, sic an aw fellow would suppose ye concluded, before ye gave your be a bonny cheel to bring over till this toown, consent till this match, that there would be an and till exhibit him riding on an elephant; end of every thing, betwixt ye and me: ye upon honour a

mon might raise a poll tax sball ba a jointure, but not a bawbee besides, by him that would gang near till pay the debts living or dead, shall ye, or any of your issue, of the nation!

ever see of mine; so, madam, live wi yeer

Constantia, wi yeer son, and wi that --- that Enter Egerton, ConstanTIA, LADY Macsy-damn'd black sheep there. [Exit Sir Pertinar. COPHANT, and SIDNEY.

Lady R. Weel, cousin Egerton, in spite Eger. Sir, I promised to satisfy your fears o'the ambeetious frenzy o'your faither, and the concerning your daughter's virtue; and my thoughtless deesipation o'mine, don Cupid has best proof to you and all the world, that 1 at last carried his point in favour o'his devothink her not only chaste, but the most de- tees; but I mun noow take my leave with the serving of her sex, is, that I have made her fag-end of an awd north country wish, brought the partner of my heart, and the tender guar- fra the hospitable land of fair Strathbogie: dian of my earthly happiness for life! may mutual love and gude humour ever be Sir P. Hoow, married!

the guest of your hearts, the theme of your Eger. I know, sir, at present we shall meet tongues, and the blithsome phantom of aw your anger-but time, reflection, and our du- your tricksy, dreams through the rugged road tiful conduct, we hope, will reconcile you to lof this crooked, deceitful world; and may our our happiness.

faithers be an example to oorsels, that will Sir P. Naver, naver; and could I make ye, remind us to treat oor bairns ?), should heaven her, and aw your issue beggars-I would move croon our endeavours, wi more lebeerality hell, heaven, and earth till effect it.

and affection, than that with which oor father's Lord L. Why, sir Pertinax, this is a total have treated us. [Exit Lady Rodolpha. revolution, and will entirely ruin my affairs. Eger. You seem melancholy, sir.

Sir P. My lord, wi the consent of your lord- Mel. These precarious turns of fortune, sir, ship and lady Rodolpha, I ha an expedient till will press upon the heart: for notwithstanding offer, that wull not ainly punish that rebel-my Constantia's happiness, and mine in hers, lious villain, but answer every end that your I own I cannot help feeling some regret, that Jordship and lady Rodolpha proposed by the my misfortunes should be the cause of any intended match wee him.

disagreement between a father and the man to Lord L. I doubt it much, sir Pertinax; 1 whom I am under the most endearing obligations. doubt it much; but what is it, sir? what is Eger. You, sir, have no share in his disayour expedient?

greement; for had not you been born, from Sir P. My lord, I ha another son, my son my father's nature, some other cause of his Sandy, he is a guid lad; and provided the resentment must have happened; but for a lady and your lordship ha na objection till time, sir, at least, and I hope for life, afflichim, every article of that rebel's intended mar- tion and angry' vicissitudes have taken their riage shall be amply fulfilled, upon lady Ro- leave of us all : if affluence can procure condolpha's union with my younger son, Sandy, tent and ease, they are within our reach. My

Lord L. Why, that is an expedient, indeed, fortune is ample, and shall be dedicated to sir Pertinax; but what say, you, Rodolpha? the happiness of this domestic circle.

Lady R. Nay, nay, my lord, ass I bad na My scheme, though mock'd by knave, coreason till ha ihe least affection till my cousin

quette, and fool, Egerton, and ass iny intended marriage wi To thinking minds must prove this golden him was entirely an act of obedience till my

rule: grandmother, provided my cousin Sandy wull In all pursuits--but chiefly in a wife, be ass agreeable till her ladyship, ass niy cou- Not wealth, but morals, make the happy sin Chairles, here, would ha been-I have na

[Exeunt. the least objection till the change; ay, ay,! 1) Children.


A NEW WAY TO PAY OLD DEBTS. Comedy by P. Massinger. Acted at the Phænix, Drury Lane 1633. This play is very deseryedly commended in two copies of verses by Sir Henry Moody and Sir Thomas Jay: it is one of the best of the old comedies. The place is gond and well conducted, the language dramatic and nervous, and the characters, particularly that of Sir Giles Overreach, are highly and judiciously drawn. It was revived at Drury Lane Theatre in the year 1718, and several times since; but whether from any fault in the performance, or want ur taste in the audience, it did not meet with that saccess which might have been expected from its merit, and which some of its contemporaries, aut possessed of more, have since received on a revival. We are the more inclined to believe that the want of success musi have arisen from the performers, as it was acted at Covent Garden, in 1781, in a manner that showed it was deserving of the utmost applanse. Mr. Henderson's perfance of Sir Giles Over-reach, in particular, could not be too much commended. It is revived by Mr. Cooke, who, though he may have fallen short of his predecessor just mentioned, yet has sustained the part with credit, and he who has seen Kean in this character will not easily forget him.






left you.

My quondam master, was a man of worship

; Scene I. – The Outside of a Village Ale- Bore the whole sway of the shire; kept a good house.


Reliev'd the poor, and so forth; but he dying, Enter WellBORN, TAPWELL, and FROTH. And the twelve hundred a year coming to you, Well. No liquor! nor no credit?

Late master Francis, but now forlorn WellTap. None, sir;

bornNot the remainder of a single can,

Well. Slavě, stop! or I shall lose myself. Left by a drunken porter; all night pallid too. Froth. Very hardly. Froth. Not the dropping of the tap for your You cannot be out of your way.

morning's draught, sir. Tap. You were then a lord of acres, the 'Tis verity, I assure you.

prime gallant, Well. Verity, you brach!

And I your under-butler: note the change now. The devil turn'd precisian? Rogue, what am I? You bad a merry time of t. Hawks and hounds, Tap. Troth! durst I trnst you with a look- With choice of running-horses; mistresses, ing-glass,

And other such extravagancies; To let you see your trim shape, you would Which your uncle, sir Giles Overreach, obquit me,

serving, And take the name yourself.

Resolving, not to lose so fair an opportunity

, Well. How! dog?

On foolish mortgages, statutes, and bonds, Tap. Even so, sir. Advance your Plymouth For awhile supplied your lavishness, and then

cloak; There dwells, and within call (if it please your Well. Some curate bas penn'd this insecworship),

tive, mongrel, A potent monarch call'd the constable, And you have studied it. That does command a citadel call'd the stocks; Tap. I have not done yet. Such as with great dexterity will hale Your lands gone, and your credit not worth Your poor tatter'd

a token, Well, Rascal! slave!

You grew the common borrower; no man'scap' Froth. No rage, sir.

Your paper pellets, from the gentleman to the Tap. At his own peril! Do not put yourself

groom; In too much heat, there being no water near While I, honest 'Tim 'Tapwell, with a little To quench your thirst; and sure for other liquor,

stock, As mighty ale, or beer, they are things, I take it, Some forty pounds or so, bought a small cottage

, You must no more remember; not in a dream, sir. And humbled myself to marriage with my Well. Why, thou unthankful villain, dar'st

Froth here. tbou talk thus?

Well. Hear me, ungrateful hell-hound! did Is not thy house, and all thou hast, my gift?

not 1 Tup. I find it not in chalk; and Timothy Make purses for you? then you lick'd my boots, Tapwell

And thought your holiday cloak too coarse to Does keep no other register.

clean 'em. Well. Am I not he

'Twas I, that when I heard thee swear, if ever Whose riots fed and cloth'd thee? Wert Thou couldst arrive at forty pounds, thou thou not

wouldst Born on my father's land, and proud to be Live like an emperor: 'twas I that gave

il, A drudge in his house?

In ready gold. "Deny this, wretch! Tap. What I was, sir, it skills not;

Tap. I must, sir. What you are is apparent. Now for a farewell: For from the tavern to the tap-house, all, Since you talk of father, in my hope it will On forfeiture of their license, stand bound, torment you,

Never to remember who their best guests were, I'll briefly tell your story. Your dead father, If they grow poor like you. old sir “John,

Well. They are well rewarded


That beggarthemselves to make such rascals rich. There's such disparity in their conditions Thou viper, thankless viper!

Between the goddess of my soul, the daughter, But since you are grown forgetful I will help And the base churl her father. Your memory, and beat thee into remembrance; Well. Grant this true, Nor leave one bone unbroken. [Beats him. As I believe it; canst thou ever hope Tap. Oh, oh, oh!

To enjoy a quiet bed with her, whose father Froth. Help! help!

Ruin'd thy state?

Allw. And yours too. cutaway Enter ALLWORTH.

Well. I confess it, Allworth. Allw. Hold, for my sake, hold !

I must tell you as a friend, and freely, wd Deny me, Frank? they are not worth your anger. That, where impossibilities are apparent, bed Well. For once thou hast redeem'd them 'Tis indiscretion to nourish hopes. one wo from this sceptre:

Or canst thou think (if self-love blind thee not) [Shaking his Cudgel. That sir Giles Overreach (that to make her great But let 'em vanish;

In swelling titles, without touch of conscience, For if they grumble, Prevoke my pardon. Will cut his neighbour's throat, and I hope Froth. This comes of your prating, hus

his own too). band; you presum'd Will e'er consent to make her thine? Give o'er, On your ambling, wit, and must use your And think of some course suitable to thy rank, glib tongue,

And prosper in it. Though yo'ı are beaten lamé for'i.

Aliw. You have well advised me. Tap. Patience, Froth,

But, in the mean time, you that are so studious There's law to cure our bruises.

Of my affairs, wholly neglect your own. [Tapwell and Froth go into the House. Remember yourself, and in what plight you are. Well. Sent for to your mother?

Well. No matter, no matter. Allw. My lady, Frank, my patroness! my all! Allw. Yes, 'tis much material: She's such a mourner for iny father's death, You know my fortune and my means; yet And, in her love to him, so favours me,

something That I cannot pay too much observance to her. I can spare from myself, to help your wants. Tbere are few such stepdames.

Well. How's this? Well. 'Tis a noble widow,

Allw. Nay, be not angry; And keeps her reputation pure, and clear Well. Money from thee? From the least taint of infamy; her life, From a boy, a stipendiary? one that lives With the splendour of her actions, leaves no At the devotion of a stepmother, be tongue

And the uncertain favour of a lord ? To envy or detraction. Pr’ythee tell


I'll eat my arms first. Howsoe'er blind forlune Has she no suitors ?

Hath spent the utmost of ber malice on me; Allw. Even the best of the shire, Frank, Though I am vomited out of an alehouse, My lord excepted: such as sue and send, And ibus accoutred; know not where to eat, And send and sue again; but to no purpose. Or drink, or sleep, but underneath this canopy; Yet she's so far from sullenness and pride, Although I thank thee, I despise thy offer. That I dare undertake you shall meet from her And as I, in my madness, broke my state A liberal cntertainment.

Without th' assistance of another's brain, Well. I doubt it not.

In my right wits I'll piece it; at the worst, Now, Allworth, better come and mark my Die thus, and be forgotten.

counsel. I am bound to give it; Allw. A strange humour! [Exeunt severally. Chy father was my friend; and that affection

SCENE II.-A Chamber in LADY ALLWORTH's ( bore to him, in right descends to thee: Thou art a bandsome and a hopeful youth;

House, Nor will I have the least affront stick on thee, Enter ORDER, AMBLE, and FURNACE. If I with any danger can prevent it.

Order. Set all things right, or, as my name Allw. I thank your noble care; but, pray

is Order,

Whoever misses in his function, Do I run the hazard ?

For one whole week makes forfeiture of his Well. Art thou not in love?

breakfast, Put it not off with wonder.

And privilege in the wine-cellar. Allw. In love, at my years?

Amble. You are merry, Well. You think you walk in clouds, but Good master steward. are transparent.

Fur. Let him; I'll be angry. I have heard all, and the choice that you Amble. Why, fellow Furnace, 'tis not twelve have made;

o'clock yet, And, with my finger, can point out the north star, Nor dinner taking up; then 'tis allow'd, By which the loadstone of your folly's guided. Cooks, by their places, may be choleric. And to confirm this true, what think you of Fur. You think you have spoke wisely, good Fair Margaret, the only child and heir

man Amble, of cormorant Overreach? Dost blush and start, My lady's go-before. To bear her only nam'd? Blush at your want Order. Nay, nay, no wrangling. Of wit and reason.

Fur. Twit me with the authority of the Allw. Howe'er you have discover'd my intents,

kitchen? You know my aims are lawful; and if

At all bours, and at all places, I'll be angry; The queen of flowers, the glory of the spring, And, thus provok'd, when I am at my prayers Sprung from an envious briar, I may infer,

I will be angry.

you, in what

be angry.


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Amble. There was no hurt meant. Inscription, vicious or honourable.
Fur. I am friends with thee, and yet I will I will not force your will, but leave you free

To your own election.
Order. With whom?

Allw. Any form you please Fur. No matter whom: yel, now I think on't, I will put on: but, might I make my choice, I'm angry with my lady.

With humble emulation, I would follow Amble. Heaven forbid, man.

The path my lord marks to me. Order. What cause bas sbe given thee? Lady A. 'Tis well answer'd,

Fur. Cause enough, master s'eward : And I commend your spirit. You had a father I was entertain'd by her to please her palate, (Bless'd be his memory), that some few hours Ard, till she forswore eating, I perform'd it. Before the will of heaven took him from me, Now since our master, noble Allworth, died, Did commend you, by the dearest ties Though I crack my brains to find out tempt- of perfect love between us, to my charge: ing sauces,

And therefore what I speak you are bound When I am three parts roasted,

to bear, And the fourth pari parboil'd, to prepare her with such respect, as fhe liv'd in me. viands,

Allw. I have found you, She keeps her chamber, dines with a panada, Most honour'd madam, the best molber lo me; Or water gruel; iny skill ne'er thought on. And with my utmost strength of care and service, Order. But your art is seen in the dining- Will labour that you never may repent

Your bounties shower'd upon me. Fur. By whom?

Lady A. I much hope it. By such as pretend to love her, but come These were your father's words: "If e'er my son To feed upon her. Yet, of all the harpies Follow the war, tell him it is a school That do devour her, I am out of charity Where all the principles tending to honour With none so much as the thin-gutted squire, Are taught, if truly follow'd; but for such That's stolen into commission.

As repair thither, as a place in which Order. Justice Greedy ?

They do presume they may with license practise Fur. The same, the same. Meat's cast away Their lawless riots, they shall never merit

The noble name of soldiers. It never thrives. He holds this paradox, To obey their leaders, and shun mutinies; “Who eats not well, can ne'er do justice well." To dare boldly His stomach's as insaliate as the

grave. In a fair cause, and for the country's safety,

Knocking. To run upon the cannon's mouth undaunted; Amble. One knocks.

To bear with patience the winter's cold,

And summer's scorching heat,

Are the essential parts make up a soldier; Order. Our late young master.

Not swearing, dice, or drinking. Amble. Welcome, sir.

Allw. There's no syllable Fur. Your hand.

You speak, but it is to me an oracle; have a stomach, a cold bake-meat's ready. Which but to doubt were impious. Order. His father's picture in little.

Lady A. To conclude: Fur. We are all your servants.

Beware ill company; for often men Allw. At once, my thanks to all:

Are like to those with whom they do converse: This is yet some comfort. Is my lady stirring? And from one man I warn you, and that's


Not 'cause he's poor-that rather claims your Order. Her presence answers for us.

pity; Lady A. Sori those silks well.

But that he's in his manners so debauchd, I'll take the air alone.

And hath to vicious courses sold bimself. And, as I gave directions, if this morning Tis true your father lov'd him, while he was I am visited by any, entertain 'em

Worthy ihe loving; but if he bad lix'd As heretofore; but say, in my excuse, To have seen him as he is, he bad cast him ofl, I am indispos'd. Order. I shall, madam.

Ållw. I shall obey in all things. Lady A. Do, and leave me.

Lady A. Follow me to my chamber; you [Excunt Order, Amble, and Furnace.

shall have gold Nay, stay you, Allworth.

To furnish you like my son, and still supply'd How is it with your noble master?

As I hear from you. Allw. Ever like himself;

Allw. I am still bound to you. No scruple lessen'd in the full weight of honour. He did command me (pardon my presumption), Scene III. – A Hall in LADY ALLWORTA'S As his unworthy deputy, to kiss

House. Your ladyship's fair hands.


, Lady A. lam honour'd in

ORDDER, AMBLE, Furnace, and MARRALI. His favour to me. Does he bold his purpose Just. G. Not to be seen? For the Low Countries?

Sir G. Suill cloister'd up? Her reason, Allw. Conslantly, good madam:

I hope, assures her, though she makes herself But be will in person first present his service. Close pris’ner ever for ber husband's loss

, Lady A. And how approve you of bis course? 'Twill not recover him. You are yet,

Order. Sir, it is her will; Like virgin parchment, capable of any Which we that are her servants ought to serve,

If you

As you must do.


And not dispute. Howe'er, you are nobly Fur. Prytbee vanish welcome:

Into some out-house, though it be the pig-sly; And if you please to stay, that you may think so, My scullion shall come to thee. There came not six days since from Hull, a pipe Of rich Canary; which shall spend itself

Enter ALLWORTA. For my lady's honour.

Well. This is rare. Just. G. Is it of the right race?

Oh, here is Tom Allworth !--Tom! Order. Yes, Mr. Greedy.

Alw. We must be strangers; Amble. How his mouth runs o'er! [Apart. Nor would I have you seen here for a million. Fur. I'll make it run and run. ÇApart] Save

[Exit. your good worship!

Well. Better and better. He contemns me too.
Just. G. Honest Ňr. Cook, thy hand-again! Fur. Will you know your way?
How I love thee!

Amble. Or shall we teach it you,
Are the good dishes still in being? speak, boy. By the head and shoulders?
Fur. If you have a mind to feed, there is Well. No, I will not stir:
a chine

Do you mark, I will not. Let me see the wretch Of beef well season'd.

Thai dares attempt to force me. Why, you Just. G. Good.

slaves, Fur. A pheasant larded.

Created only to make legs and cringe, Just. G. 'That I might now give thanks for't! To carry in a dish and shift a trencher, Fur. Besides, there came last night, from That bave not souls only to hope a blessing

the forest of Sherwood, Beyond your master's leavings – who advanThe fattest stag I ever cook'd.

ces? who
Just. G. A slag,

Shows me the way?
Fur. A slag, sir; part of it is prepar'd for Order. Here comes my lady.

dinner, And bak'd in puff-paste.

Enter LADY ALLWORTH. Jush. G. Puff-paste too, sir Giles!

Lady A. What noise is this? A pond'rous chine of beef! a pheasant larded! Well

. Madam, my designs bear me to you. And red deer too, sir Giles, and bak'd in puff Lady A. To me? paste!


. And though I have met with All business set aside, let us give thanks here. But ragged entertainment from your grooms Sir G. You know we cannot.

here, Mar. Your worships are lo sit on a com- I hope from you to receive that noble usage, mission,

As may become the true friend of your husAnd if you fail to come, you lose the cause.

band; Just. G. Cause me no causes: I'll prove't, And then I shall forget these. for such a dinner,

Lady A. I am amaz'd, We may put off a commission; you shall find it to see and hear this rudeness. Dar'st thou Henrici decimo quarto.

think, Sir G. Fie, Mr. Greedy,

Though sworn, that it can ever find belief, Will you lose me a thousand pounds for a That I, who to the best men of this country, dinner?

Denied my presence



husband's deaih, No more, for shame! We must forget the belly, Can fall so low as to change words with thee? When we think of profit.

Well. Scorn me not, good lady; Just. G. Well, you shall overrule me. But as in form you are angelical, I could ev'n cry now. Do you hear, master Cook? Imitate the heavenly natures, aud vouchsafe Send but a corner of that immortal pasty, At least awhile to bear me.

You will grant And I in thankfulness will, by your boy, The blood that runs in this arm is as noble Send you a brace of threepences.

As that which fills your veins. Your swelling Fur. Will you be so prodigal ?

titles, Sir G. Remember me io your lady. Equipage, and fortune; your men's observance,

And women's flattery, are in you no virtues; Enter WELLBORN.

Nor these rags, with my poverty, in me vices. Who have we here?

You have a fair fame, and I know deserve it; Well. You know me.

Yet, lady, I must say, in nothing more Sir G. I did once, but now I will not; Than in the pious sorrow you have shown Thou art no blood of mine. Avaunt, thou beggar! For your late noble husband. If ever thou presume to own me more,

Order. There he touch'd her. [ Aside. ['ll have thee cag'd and whipp'd.

Well. That husband, madam, was once in Just. G. I'H grant the warrant.

his fortune Think of pie-corner, Furnace.

Almost as low as I. Want, debts, and quarrels, [Exeunt Sir Giles Overreach, Justice Lay heavy on him: let it not be thought Greedy, and Marrall.

A boast in me, though I say I reliev'd him. Amble. Will you out, sir?

'Twas I that gave him fashion; mine the sword I wonder how you durst creep in.

That did on all occasions second his;

[To Wellborn. I brought him on and off with bonour, lady: Order. This is rudeness,

And when in all men's judgments be was sunk, And saucy impudence.

And in his own hopes not to be buoy'd up; Amble. Cannot you stay

I stepp'd unto him, took him by the hand, To be servd among your fellows from the basket, And brought him to the shore. But you must press into the hall?

Fur. Are not we base rogues

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