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him;

Sir G. But my deeds shall

Is this your precious evidence? is this that Outbrar'd? [They both draw.

makes

Your interest clear? Enter AmBLE, ORDER, and Furnace.

Sir G. I am o'erwhelm'd with wonder! Lady 4. Help! murder! murder!

What prodigy is this? what subtle devil Well. Let him come 'on,

Hath raz'd out the inscription? the wax With all bis wrongs and injuries about him; Turn’d into dust, the rest of my deeds whole Arm'd with bis cut-throat practices to guard As when they were deliver'd; and this only

Made nothing! do you deal with witches, rascal? The right that I bring with me will defend me, There is a statute for you, which will bring And punish his extortion.

Your neck in a bempen circle; yes, there is, Sir G. That I had thee

And now 'tis better thought; for, cheater, know But single in the field !

This juggling shall not save you. Lady A. You may; but make uot

Well. To save thee, My bouse your quarrelling, scene.

Would beggar the stock of mercy. Sir G. Wert in a church,

Sir G. Marrall! By heaven and hell I'll do't.

Mar. Sir, Mar. Now put him to

Sir G. Though the witnesses are dead, The showing of the deed.

[Flatters him. Well . This rage is vain, sir;

Your testimonyFor fighting, fear not, you shall bave your Help with an oath or two; and for thy master, hands full

Thy liberal master, my good honest servant, Upon the least incitement; and whereas I know you will swear any thing to dash You charge me with a debt of a thousand This cunning sleight: the deed being drawn pounds,

too If there be law (howe'er you have no con- By thee, my careful Marrall, and deliver'd science),

When thou wert present, will make good my Either restore my land, or I'll recover

title A debt that's truly due to me from you, Wilt thou not swear this? la value ten times more than what you chal

Mar. 1! no, I assure you. lenge.

I have a conscience, not sear’d up like yours; Sir G. I in thy debt? oh impudence ! did 1 I know no deeds. not purchase

Sir G. Wilt thou betray me? The land left by thy father? that rich land Mar. Keep him That had continued in Wellborn's name From using of his hands, I'll use my longue l'wenty descents; which, like a riotous fool. To his no little torment.

Sir G. Mine own varlet Enter a Servant, with a Box.

Rebel against me ? Thou didst make sale of? Is not here cnclos'd

Mar. Yes, and uncase you too. the deed that does confirm it mine? The idiot; the patch; the slave; the booby; Mar. Now, now!

(Aside. The property fit only to be beaten Well. I do acknowledge none; 1 ne'er For your morning exercise; your football, or pass'd o'er

Th' unprofitable lump of flesh; your drudge iach land; I grant, for a year or two, Can now anatomize you, and lay open cu had it in trust; which if you do discharge, All your black plots, level with ihe earth urrendering the possession, you shall case Your bill of pride, and shake, nurself and me of chargeable suits in law; Nay pulverize, the walls

you

íbiok defend you. Which, if you prove not honest (as I doubt it), Lady A. How he foams at the mouth with lyst of necessity follow.

rage! Lady A. In my judgment,

Sir G. O that I had thee in my gripe, I le does advise you well.

would tear thee Sir G. Good, good! conspire

Joint after joint! Vith your new husband, lady; second him

Mar. I know you are a tearer. bis dishonest practices; but when, But I'll have first your fangs par'd off, and bis manor is extended to my use,

then bu'll speak in humbler key, and sue for Come nearer to you; when I have discover'd, favour.

And made it good before the judge, what ways Lady A. Never: do not hope it.

And devilish practices, you us'd to cozen with. Well . Let despair first seize me.

Sir G. But that I will live, rogue, to torture Sir G. Yet to shut up thy mouth, and make

thee, thee give

And make thee wish, and kneel in vain to die; byself the lie, the loud lie, I draw out These swords that keep thee from me should he precious evidence; if thou canst forswear

fix here, by band and seal, and make a forfeit of Although they made my body but one wound,

[Opens the Box. But I would reach thee. by ears to the pillory; see, here's that will I play the fool, and make my anger but rimake

diculous. y'interest clear-Ha!

There will be a time and place, there will be, Lady A. A fair skin of parchment!

cowards! Well. Indented I confess, and labels too; When you shall feel what I dare do. ut neither was nor words. How! thunder- Well. I think so: struck!

You dare do any ill, yet want true valour

waste

lelt you,

To be honest and repent.

Well. As it appears,
Sir G. They are words I know not, You are so, my grave uncle.
Nor e'er will learn. Patience, the beggar's Sir G. Village nurses
virtue,

Revenge their wrongs with curses; Il not
Shall find no harbour here-After these storms,
At length a calm appears.

A syllable, but thus I take the life

Which, wretch! I gave to thee.
Enter Welldo, with a Letter.

ČOffers to kill Margaret

, Welcome, most welcome:

Lord L. Hold, for your own sake!
There's comfort in thy looks ; is the deed done? Though charity to your daughter hath quite
Is my daughter married? say but so, my chaplain,
And I am tame.

Will
you

do an act, though in your hopes Welldo. Married ?

yes,
I assure you.

lost here, Sir G. Then vanish'all sad thoughts! there's Can leave no hope for peace or rest hereafter? more gold for thee.

Sir G. Lord! ihus I spit at thee, My doubts and fears are in the titles drown'd And at thy counsel; and again desire thee, of my right honourable, right honourable As thou art a soldier, if thy valour daughter.

Dares show itself where multitude and example Mar. What think you, sir; was it not Lead not the way, let's quit the house, aud wisely done

change To turn his wicked arts upon himself?

Six words in private. [To Wellborn.

Lord L, I am ready: Sir G. Instantly be here!

Well. You'll grow like him, [Whispering to Welldo. Should you answer his vain challenge. To my wish, to my wish. Now you that plot Sir G. Are you pale ? against me,

Borrow his belp, though Hercules call it odds, And hop'd to trip my heels up; that con- I'll stand againsi both, as I am hemm'd in thus. temn'd me;

Say they were a squadron Think on't, and tremble. [Loud Music] They of pikes, lind through with shot, when I

I am come, I hear the music.

mounted A Jane there for my lord.

Upon my injuries, shall I fear to charge 'em? Well. This sudden heat

No, I'll through the battalia, and that routed, May yet be cool'd, sir.

I'll fall to execution. Šir' G. Make way there for my lady and

[ Attempts to draw his Sword. lord,

Ha! I am feeble :

Some undone widow sits upon mine arm, Enter ALLWORTH and MARGARET.

And takes away the use of'i! and my sword Marg. Sir, first your pardon, then your Glu'd to my scabbard with wrong'd orphans" blessing, with

tears, Your full allowance of the choice I have made. Will not be drawn. Not to dwell too long on words,

[Kneels.

[Falls into his Servants' Arms. This is my husband.

Ha! whal are these? Sure, hangmen, Sir G. How?

That come to bind my hands, and then lo Allw. So, I assure you; all the rites of

drag me marriage,

Before the judgment seat! - Now they are new With every circumstance, are pas!.

shapes, And for right honourable son-in-law, you may And do appear like furies, with steel whips, say

To scourge my ulcerous soul! Shall I then fall Your dutiful daughier.

Ingloriously, and yield ? No, spite of fate, Sir G. Devil! are they married ?

I will be forc'd to hell like to myself; Welldo. Do a father's part, and say, heav'n Though you were legions of accursed spirits give 'em joy!

Thus would I fly among you. Sir G. Confusion and ruin! Speak, and speak [Carried off by Order and Amble. quickly,

Mar. Was it not a rare trick, Or thou art dead.

An't please your worship, to make the deed Welldo. They are married.

nothing? Sir G. Thou hadst belter

Certain minerals I us'd,
Have made a cootract with the king of fiends Incorporated with the ink and wax.
Than these.—My brain turns!

Besides he gave me nothing, but still fed me Welldo. Wliy this rage to me?

With hopes and blows; and that was the inte Is not this your leiter, sir? and these the words

ducement ""Marry her to this gentleman?”

To this conundrum. Sir G. It cannot;

Well. You are a rascal. He that dares be Nor will I e'er believe it: 'sdeath! I will not.

false That I, that in all passages

I touch'd

To a master, though unjust, will ne'er be true At worldly profit have not left print To any other. Look not for reward, Where I have trod, for the most curious search Or favour from me; I will shun thy sight so trace my footsteps, should be gull'd by As I would do a basilisk's. Thank my piti children!

If thou keep thy ears; howe'er, I will take Bafiled and fool'd, and all my hopes and la

order bours

Your practise shall be silenc'd. Defeated and made void.

Just. G. I'll commit him,

If you will have me, sir.

Beside the repossession of my land, Well. That were to little purpose; | And payment of my debts, that I must practise. His conscience be bis punishment. — Not a I had a reputation, but 'twas lost word,

In my loose course; and till I redeem it But instantly be gone. [Exit Marrall. Some noble way, I am but half made up. Marg. Oh, my poor father!

It is a time of action; if your lordship Allw. Nay, weep not, dearest, though it Will please to confer a company upon me shows your pity.

In your command, I doubt not, in my service What is decreed by heaven we cannot alter: To my king and country, but I shall do someAnd beaven here gives a precedent to teach us

thing That when we leave religion, and turn atheists, That may make me right again. Their own abilities leave them.

í Lord L, Your suit is granted, Lord L. Pray you take comfort;

And you lov'd for the motion. I will endeavour you shall be his guardian Well. Nothing wants then In his distraction: and for your land, Mr. [Addressing himself to the Audience. I'll be an umpire

Wellborn, But your allowance--and in that our all Between you and this the undoubted heir Is comprehended; it being known, nor we, Of sir Giles Overreach. For me, here's the Nor be that wrote the comedy, can be free, anchor

Without your manumission; which if you That I must fix on.

|Grant willingly, as a fair favour due [Takes Lady Allworth's Hand. To the poet's and our labours (as you may) Allw. What you shall determine,

For we despair not, gentlemen, of the playMy lord, I will allow of.

We jointly shall profess, your grace bath Well. Tis the language

might That I speak too; but there is something else, To teach us action, and him how to write.

THOMAS MORTON

Was born in the county of Durham. His father died when he was very young; and the care of his education and forlane devolved on his uncle, Mr. Maddison, an eminent stock-broker, who sent him to Soho Square Academy, where he was a contemporary performer, in the private plays of that seminary, with Mr. Holman. He became afterwards a member of Lincoln's Inn. This year has added an imperishable leaf to his fame in The School for grown Children,

A CURE FOR THE HEART-ACHE.

Comody by Th. Morton, Acted at Covent-Garden 1797. There is in this comedy more of dramatic art than in any other drama by the same author, or perhaps, of any author.

That peculiar part of skill here implied is the skill of drawing characters which shall exactly please upon the stage, the sphere alone for which they were formed, boldly defying every other consequence.

ainted with the force, the various powers of acting, may gravely inquire, how it was possible this play could interest an audience ? Much, may be answered, was effected by the actors-but still it was the author who foresaw what might be done in their performance, and who artfally arranged his plan to the purpose of exhibition, and penetrated farther than any other eye could have discerned, into the probability of success.

His sagacity was rewarded-fur never was play better received.

It appears in the acting a pretty rural story, most whimsically embellished by the two heroes of the piece from town-the Rarids, father and son.

Munden and Lewis, in those two parts, so excellently understood the author; and the audience so well comprehended all three, that scarcely a sentence was uttered by either of those performers without being greeted by laughter or applause. If the influence of St. Vitus was, at times, somewhat too powerful upon Lewis, if his rapidity, now and then, became extravagant, it only excited still moro extravagant mirth.

The author has drawn a delinquent from India, and made an apology to all persons returned from that part of the globe for having done so..To persons of fashion, whom he has likewise satirized, he makes no apology-he either thought they were too hardened to suffer under his censure, or too innocent to care for it,

There are incidents of most virtuoas tendency in this play, and such, on the first view, is that of Frank Oatland overcoming his templation to steal. But thieving is, perhaps, the only crime that never assails the human heart without making a conqueat-for it seems probable, that an honest man never, upon any occasion, feels the enticement to purloin from his neighbour.

The title of this comedy is most apt, and gives the author's own estimation of it with a degree of candour that forbids high expectation in either auditor or reader, and disarms all criticism that is not merely confined to that species of enlertainment, which, by implication, he has promised-excessive merriment,

In keeping his word with the public, Mr. Morton has likewise added more valuable materials than humour-many admirable reflections are dispersed Throughout the work, and an excellent moral is introduced at the catastrophe.

SIR HUBERT STANLEY
CHARLES STANLEY.
VORTEX.
YOUNG RAPID.
OLD RAPID.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
FRANK OATLAND. SECOND WAITER.
FARMER OATLAND, MR. VORTEX'S SERVANT.
BRONZE.

SERVANT TO SIR HUBERT.
HEARTLEY.

LANDLORD.
FIRST WAITER.

HAIR-DRESSER.

ELLEN.
MISS VORTEX.
JESSY OATLAND.

one

ACT I.

Jessy, at church yesterday, Sir Hubert looking SCENE I.-A Farm Yard. - House on

round, as he always do, to see if his tenants

be there, miss'd feyther, and gare me such a side, a neat Flower Garden on the other. -The Bells of a Team jingling.

desperate look, that I dropt prayer-book out

of my hand; and truly, when feylher do go Frank. Without] Woxh! Whoh! Smiler. to church, I be always sham'd, he never knows (Enters] So! Feyther be not come home from where to find the collect-never- I'm sure it the Nabob's house yet. Eh! bean't that sister be not my fault, he be so full of prodigality Jessy in her garden, busy among the poseys? -never son set feyther better example than 1 -Sister Jessy!

do's mine; what can I do more for 'un? it

wou’dn't be becoming in me to leather?) feyEnter Jessy from the Garden, a Water- ther, wou'd it, Jessy? ing-pot in her hand.

Jessy. Here he comes — I'll return to my Jessy. Ah, Frank, so soon returned from garden-to converse with him is to me dreadGloucester? Have you sold the corn? ful; for while my breast rises with indignation Frank. Ees.

at his conduct as a man, it sinks again in pity Jessy. And how did you like the town? for the misfortunes of a parent. You were never there before?

Frank. Now that's just like I-I feels as il Frank. Loike it-I doan't know how I loik'd I shou'd like to lick 2) un, and cry all the it, not I; I zomehow cou'dn't zee the town time— but wbat will be the end oni, Jessy for the housen: desperate right of them to be Jessy. Ruin, inevitable ruin. (Despondingly sure !-But, Jessy, you, who went to Lunnun Frank. Well, don't thee be cast downtown to take in your larning, can tell me, be thee knows I be cruel kind to thee; at meals there as many houses in Lunnun?

I always gi's thee the desperate nice bits

, and Jessy. A hundred times the number, if thy lover prove false-hearted, or feythe

Frank. And do your 'squires there, like Sir shou'd come to decay, I be a terrible str.o Hubert Stanley, and the Nabob here, keep fine lad, I'll work for the fra sun-rise to down coaches?

and if any one offer to harm thee, I'll figh Jessy. Yes, Frank; there are some thou- for thee till I die. sands round St. James's Gate.

Jessy. Thanks, my good lad: thanks, dea Frank. St. James's Geat! Dong it; it would brother.

[Kisses him, and ext be worth a poor man's while to stand and Frank. As nice a bit of a sister that, as i open that geat-Pray you, where do that geat all country round. lead to? Jessy. The road to preferment, Frank.

Enter FARMER OATLAND dressed in a com Frank. Ecod, if your road to preferment

pound of rusticity and fashion. be so cramm'd wi' your coaches and great Oat. [Singing] Ba viamo tutti tra. — Do folk, no wonder a poor man be run down it this be what I call loife! Have you sol when he tries to get a bit.

the wheat? Jessy. Ha! ha!

Frank. Ees. Frank. You seem to be in terrible good Oat. How much? spirits, Jessy!

Frank. Two load.-Six and twenty poun Jessy. I have reason, Frank. I have just Oat. [Yawning) Exactly the trifle I lo received a letter from my dear Edward, who last night. has left London on business with his father, Frank. What? Mr. Rapid, and will be here to-day.

Oat. Take it to the Nabob's gentleman. Frank. I suppose it be a desperate long Frank. I were going, feyther, to the cast letter, and cruel sweet. Full of kisses and to gee it to Sir Hubert's steward for rent. voluntines !),--Nine sheets I warrant.

Oat. Rent, you boor! That for Sir Huber Jessy. Hardly nine words. The truth is, [Snapping his Fingers] Ah! Nabob's sarvan that Edward, though handsome, generous, and be the tippy 3)—Every thing be done by the I hope sincere, is impatient and basly to a so genteely. degree, that

Frank. Ecod, you be done by them ger Frank. Hasty? What then? When a man teely enough: I be sure that house bave broug be on the road to do good, he can't go too the country round to ruination. Before tb fast, I say.-Bean't that Feyther coming thro' Nabob come here wi' all his money, and ! Wheat-Ash? He have been drinking and game- domn'd to 'un, every thing were as peaceab string all good Sunday night wi' Nabob's and deceant as never was; not a lawyer with sarvants,-how whitish and deadly bad he do ten miles; now there be three practizing look. He used to be as comely and handsome village; and what's ameast as bad, thereh as either of us, wasn't he now? Do you know, three doctors; and the farmers so consate be len o diamonds. Well, then, I play-second table is more genteeler than Sir Hubert's

drive about in their chay-carts, eat lumpsugi 1) Valentines. On the 14th of February, (St Valentine's

day) it is the custom in England for young people ev'ry day, and gi' balls 4).
lo correspond with one another, by means of the rost; Oat. To be sure.
when young ladies are allowed to receive letters va-|

Frank. And what's the upshot? why this lentines from young gentlemen, and to answer them also. or course these letters are full of smart and they jig it away to county jail. daris, loves and doves, etc. This custom is now mostly Oat. Tezez-vous! Let me see-Great cassin confined to coántry-lowo swhere the unfavoured swain is sometimes honoured with a caricature, accompanied 1) To leather means, to beal. perhaps with the following:

* To lick is another word for, to beat. “The rose is red, the viole'ts blue,

3) The tip-top of fashion. The devil's black-and so are you."

*) This extravagance of the English formers, has bee or the favoured one's last line is,

the cause of the rain of many hundreds of families, & «« Carnation's sweet, and so are you."

senl some lo gaol, and others to emigrale.

Frank. Play! ecod, if you go on so you own. But I must away, for we espect the mun work tho'.

rich Miss Vortex – I beg pardon; but your Oat. Next I mun take care of the speads. name and the Nabob's daughter being the

Frank. No, feyther, a spade mun take care same, we call her the rich, to distinguisho'you; by gol ?), here be Mr. Heartley, Sir Ellen. And you do wisely. – No term of Hubert's steward;- now doan't you be saucy distinction could possibly be more significant, to 'un, feyther; — now do bebeave thyself or better understood by the world than that now that's a man, feyther, do.

you have adopted.
[Clapping him on the Back. Bronze. Hope no offence, ma'am.

Ellen. None, Bronze, go in-
Enter HeaRTIEY.

Bronze. The last man on earth to offend Hearl. Good day, Farmer Oatland; bow a fine woman,

[Exit. dost do, honest Frank?

Ellen. The rich Miss Vortex-most true.Frank. Desperate pure, thank ye, sur. But now my dear Charles Stanley is returned,

Heart. Well, Farmer, once more I have I claim the superior title of the happy. Oh! call'd respecting your arrear of rent. — Three Charles, when we parted last at Spa; how hundred pound is a long sum.

great the contrast! thy animated form was Frank. Three hundred pound!

prison'd in the icy fetters of disease, tby pale Heart. And unless it be immediately dis- and quiv'ring lip refus'd a last adieu: but, charg’d, Sir IIubert is resolv'd to

ah! a smile that seem'd borrow'd from a seraph, Oat

. That for Sir Hubert ---He shall have his who waited to bear thee up to Heaven, swore rent - Frank, send your sister Jessy to the for thee everlasting, love. That smile supNabob's, he'll let me bave the money: ported me in solitude,-but to solitude I have

Frank. No! I won't-Wbat business bave now bade adieu ; and to be near the lord of sister at such a desperate prodigal place! Na, my heart, have again enter'd this house, the na, I'll go myzelf.

palace of ruinous luxury and licentious madHearl

. You are in the right, honest Frank. ness:--but here comes its whimsical proprielor. Frank. Yes, sur, I always am.

Oat. Ugh! you vulgar mungrel-Well, de- Enter Mr. Vortex, with a Paper in his sire the Nabob's gentleman to desire the Na- hand, attended by Black and White bob to let me have three hundred pounds.

Servants. Frank. He won't gi' thee a brass farthing: Vortex. Sublime!-Oh the fame of this speech Oat. Sir Hubert shall have his money-Ha! will spread to Jodostan. Eh!

-- don't I smell ba! ha! my notion is, he wants it sad enough, the pure air in this room? Oh! you villains, ha! ha!

would you destroy me? throw about the perHeart. Sirrah!

fumes. For legislative profundity, for fancy Frank. Don't you mind 'un, zur, don't ye, and decoration'tis a speechbe be's intoxicated. Dong thee, bebeave thy-| Ellen. What speech is it, sir? self!

[With Sorrow and Vexation. Vorlex. Ab! Ellen,- why my maiden speech Oat. Silence, you hound! and obey!-Bon in Parliament. — It will alarm all Europe; our, Mr. Steward—I'll to bed—'Pon honour, l'II speak it to youI must cut 2) Champaigne, it makes me so Ellen. No, my dear uncle, not just now.aarvous-Sir Hubert shall have his money, let I hear you've been ill. hal satisfy - Follow me, cur!

Vortex. Oh! very. A strange agitation at [Exit into the house. my heart, and such a whizzing and spinning Heart. Sad doings, Frank.

[Erit. in my headFrank shakes his Head and follows OATLAND. Ellen. I hope you've had advice:

Vortex. Oh, yes, I've bad them all. - One Scene II. - A Room in the Nabob's House. physician told me it was caused by loo bril

Enter Ellen Vortex, meeting Bronze. liant and effervescent a genius;- the next said,

Ellen. Good Mr. Bronze, have you been at it was the scurvy; a third, it proceeded from Sir Hubert Stanley's!

not eating pepper to a melon; - another had Bronze. Yes, ma'am.

the impudence to hint it was only little qualms Ellen. Is Charles Stanley arrived ? that agitated some gentlemen who had made

Bronze. No, ma'am, but he is hourly ex- fortunes in India; - one recommended a sea ecled.

voyage, - another,

flannel night-cap; one Ellen. Do they say he is well — quite re- prescribed water, the other brandy; but, overed?

however, they all agreed in this essential point, Bronze. I don't know, ma'am, upon my that I'm not to be contradicted, but have my oul.-! beg pardon, but really the Baronet's way in every thing. ouse is horrid vulgar, compared to your Éllen. An extremely pleasant prescription, ncle's, the Nabob's here; I peeped through certainly: But under these circumstances do ay glass into an old hall, and beheld filty you hold it prudent, uncle, to become a paraupers at dinner,—such wretches !-and the liamentary orator? I believe a little gentle conbaronet himself walking round the table to tradiction is usual in that House. ee them properly fed.- How damn'd low!- Vortex. I know it - but if you will hear Igh! I would bet a rump and dozen 5), our my speech, you will see how I manage-I

begin-Sir 1) By God. 2) Flash for, leave off.

Enter Servant. 5) A rump of beef and a dozen of port, favourite English wager.

Ser. Your daughter, Sir, is arrived from town

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