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Vortex. Your son seems rather impatient. Old R. I never get a comfortable nap, never!
Old R. Very, sir-always was.-I remember Young R. You have a devilish good chance a certain Duke
-Confound all speeches-Oh! Young R. That's righi, lay the scene high- Vortex. Pray be sealed-[They sit on cach push the Duke-pushohim as far as he'll go: side Vortex] – Now we'll suppose that the Old R. I will, I will.-I remember a certain chair
(Pointing to a Chair. Duke used to say, Mr. Rapid, your son is as Old R. Suppose it the chair! wby it is a sharp as a needle
chair, an't it? Young R. At it again!
Vortex. Pshaw! I meanOld R. As a needle
Young R. He knows what you mean- -'lis Young R. [Interrupting him] is true to his humour. the pole. As a needle is true to the pole, Vortex. Oh, he's wilty! says the Duke; so will your son, says the Young R. Oh, remarkably brilliant, indeed! Duke, be to every thing spirited and fashion
[Significantly to his Father, able, says the Duke.- Am I always to be tor- Vortex. What, you are a wit, sir ! tured with your infernal needles?
Old R. A what? Yes I am-I am a wit. [Aside to Old Rapid. Vortex. Well, now I'll begin-Oh, what a Vortex. Now to sound them. Thear, gentle-delicious moment!—The house when they apmen, your business in this part of the country prove cry, “Hear him! hear him!" – I only is with Sir Hubert Stanley', respecting some give you a biot, in case any thing should money transactions.
strikeOld R. 'Tis a secret.
Young R. Push un.- can never stand Vortex. Oh! no-the Baronet avows his
[ Aside wish to sell his estate.
Vortex. Now I shall charm them-[AdOld R. Oh! that alters the case.
dresses the chair]—“Sir, had I met your Vortex. I think it would be a desirable eye at an earlier hour, I should not have purchase for you-1 should be happy in such blink'd the present question-but having caught neighbours--and if you should want forty or what has fallen from the other side, I shall fifty thousand, ready money, I'll supply it with scout the idea of going over the usual ground." pleasure.
- Whal, no applause yet? [Aside. - During Old R. Oh, sir, how kind!- If my son this Old Rapid has fallen asleep, and Young wishes to purchase, I would rather leave it Rapid, after shewing great fretfulness and entirely to him.
impatience, runs to the back scene, throws Young R. And I would rather leave it en- up the Window, and looks out] – “But 1 tirely to you.
shall proceed, and, I trust, without interrupVortex. Very well, I'll propose for it.-- tion."-_[Turns round, and sees Ou Rapid [Aide] This will cut șir Hubert 10 the soul. asleep] — Upon my soul, this is-What do There is a very desirable borough interest you mean, sir?
[Rapid axakes. -then you could sit in parliament.
Old R. What's the matter? - Hear him! Young R. I in parliament! ba! ha! bear him! Old R. No; tbat would be a botch.
Vorter. Pray, sir, don't you blush?-[Sees Young R. No, no, I was once in the gallery Young Rapid at the Window]–What the ---crammed in-no moving-expected to hear devil! the great guns—up got a little fellow, nobody
Young R. [Looking round] Hear him! knew who, gave us a three hours' speech-1 hear him! got devilish fidgetiy—the house called for the Vortex. By
soul of Cicero, 'tis too question, I join'd the cry—"The question, the much. question," says I. -A member spied me Old R. Ob, Neddy, for share of yourself cleard the gallery--got hustl'd by my brother to fall asleep!- I mean to look out of the spectators- obliged to scud - Oh! it would window-I am very sorry, sir, any thing never do for me.
should go across the grain. – I say, Ned, Vortex. But you must learn patience. smooth him down!
Young R. Then make me speaker-if that Young R. I will - What the devil shall I wou'dn't teach me patience, nothing would. say— The fact is, sir, I heard a cry of fire
Vortex. Do you dislike, sir, parliamentary upon-the-the-the water, and eloquence?
Vorter. Well, well-But do you
wish to Old R. Sir, I never heard one of your real hear the end of my speech? downright parliament speeches in my life- Young R. Upon my honour, I do.
(Yawns. Vorte.c. Then we'll only suppose this litude Young R. By your yawning I shou'd think interruption a message from the Lords, you had heard a great many.
something of that sort. - [They sit, Young Vortex. Oh, how lucky? --At last I shall Rapid fretfull-Where did I leave off? get my dear speech spoken.-Sir, I am Young R. Oh! I recollect; at-"I therefore member, and I mean to
briefly conclude with moring—an adjournYoung R. Keep moving.
ment." Vortex. Why, I mean to speak, I assure Vortex. Nonsense! no such thing-Putting
him down in a Chair)-Oh! I remember
! Young R. Push on, then. !
"I shall therefore proceed, and, I trust
, with Vortex. What, speak my speech?—That Ifout interruption," will-I'll speak it. Young R. Oh, the devil!-Don't yawn so.
Vortex. Get out of the room, you villain! Charles. Ab? _“Without interruption."
Frank. And I've been fightingSero, I say, sir
Charles. Hush! Young R. Hear him! hear him!
Sir Hub. What's his business? Serv. Dinner is waiting.
Charles. Oh, sir! [Concealing his Agitation] Young R. [Jumping up.] Dinner waiting! -My friend, Frank, consults me on a love -Come along, sir.
affair; and I must not betray his confidence. Vorte.r. Never mind the dinner.
--In his hurry he fell.-Wasn't it so? Young R. But I like it smoking:
[Significantly Old R. So do 1-Be it ever so little, let me Frank. Ees, sur, ees. have it hot.
Sir Hub. You are not hurt, young man? Vortex. Won't you hear my speech? Frank. No, sur.-Thank heaven!
head Young R. To be sure we will--but now to be a pure hard one. dinner-Come, we'll move together - Capital Charles. Within! [Enter two Servants speech!-Push on, sir-Come along, dad-Push Attend my father. him on, dad. [Exeunt, forcing Vortex out. Sir Hu). My boy, don't stay from me long. SCENE III.-An Ancient Hall.
[Exit, leaning on Servants.
Charles. Now, good Frank, ease my torEnter Sır HUBERT, leaning on CHARLES
tur'd mind.- What of my father? STANLEY.
Frank. Why, your honour, Mr. Bronze Charles. Take comfort, sir.
came laughing out of dining-room, and says, Sir Hub. Where shall I find it, boy?-To" Dom'me, how the old Baronet has been live on my estalc, is ruin-to part with it, roasted.” So, sur, I not knowing wbat they death.—My heart is twin'd round it. I've been could mean by roasting a Christian, axed. the patriarch of my tribe-the scourge of the Why," says he, grinning, “they voted, that aggressor--the protector of the injur'd !-Can it was a pity the dignity of the bloody hand I forego these dignities ?--My old grey-beaded interfer'd, or the old beggar might sei up a servants, ino, whose only rentaining hope is shop." to lay their bones near their lov'd master, how Charles. What! shall I part with them ?-1 prate, boy, 'tis the Frank. The old beggar might set up a shop. privilege of these white hairs.
Charles. Unmanner'd, cowardly babblers! Charles. Oh! say on, sir.
Frank. And that you, sur, would make a Sir Hub. All! all is' dear to me!--- these dapper 'prentice. warlike trophies of my ancestors! - Charles, Charles. I heed not that. But, when I forthou see'st that goodly, oak, 'twas planted at give a father's wrongsmy birth-Would'st ihou think it? In the late Frank. So says 1, dom'me, if young 'squire hurricane, when the tempest humoled with had been among them, he would have knocked the dust the proudest of the forest, it bravely all their heads iogether. Now, wouldn't you, met the driving blast-my people, with shouts sur, have knock'd' their heads together ? Then of joy, baild the auspicious omen, and augur'd they all laugh'd at me; which somehow made from it prosperity to me and mine. - Fondly, all the blood in my body come into my knuckles. I believ'd it--fondly I thought it. Fie! Fie! So says I, “Mr. Bronze, suppose a I doat
suppose me young, 'squire Stanley-now say Charles. My father, I doubt not but they that again about his honour'd father."-So he augur'd truly: I must to the active world. did; and I lent him such a drive o'the faceWhy should I fear that the virtue and in- and I was knocking, all their heads together dependence you have inspir'd
pretty tightish-till the cook laid me flat wi' Sir Hub. Ah, boy! but while licentiousness ihe poker: then they all fell upon me; and and party zeal command the choicest gifts of when I could fight no longer, I fell a crying, fortune, virtue and genius must be content and ran to tell your honour. with their leavings.
Charles. Thanks, my affectionate lad !-Re
turn to the Nabob's to-day. Enter Servant-delivers a Letter to Sir Hu
Frank. I be sartain I shall never do any BERT, who reads it with great agitation. good there.
Charles. Ah! what is it shakes you, sir?- Charles. To-morrow you shall live with That letter!
me. I shall dismiss all my servants--my cirSir Hub. Nothing, my dear boy!-'tis infirm- cumstances require it. ity!-I shall soon be better.
Frank. What! all but me!-What! I do Charles. Fxcuse me, dear sir-[Takes the all the work?-Lord, Lord, how glad I be, Letter and reads] “Mr. Vortes, at the request sur, you can't afford to keep any, body but I. of Mr. Kapid, informs Sir Hubert Stanley it Charles. Good Frank, farewell! -Holdis inconvenient for him to advance more money here.
[Presenting a Purse. on mortgage. Mr. Vortex laments Sir Hubert's Frank. [Refusing] Nay, pray'ee, sur, dan't pecuniary embarrassments"-damnation!--"to you beheave unkind to me-i be a poor lad, relieve which he will purchase the castle and that do worship and love you—not a spy for estate.”—Sooner shall is massy ruins crumble the lucre of gain-pray use me kindly, and me to dust. Don't despond, my father! don't gi' me a farding. bear up!
Charles. Frank, I beg your pardon.-Fare
well. Enter Frank, running-his Face bloody. Frank. Lord, how glad I be he can only Frank. Oh, sur!-at Neabob's table they've afford to keep i.
[Erit. been so abusing your father!
Charles. Insult my father!- unmanly vil
lain!-wboe'er thou art, thy life shall answer|-how the newspapers would teem with it!
[Exit. “The elegant Charles Stanley was called out ACT IV.
by the dashing Young Rapid, about some trile." SCENE I.
Young R. Bravo!
Vortex. Any thing docs for a duel now-aEnter Vortex, in great Terror, reading a days--the length of a dancer's great toe- an Letter.
election leg of mutton and trimmings“). Vortex. Dear me!-here's a terrible affair! Young R. Say no more—I'll do it. By beavens -[Reads] “Give me up the author of the no man of fashion shall be more infamous-/ slander on my father"-ibat was myself - I mean more famous.—I'll go write to him dinever can find in my heart to give myself rectly. up_"or personally answer the consequen- Vortex. First take another bottle of Cham
CHARLES STANLEY." paigne. You can't think what a free dashing -Oh, dear! since I find my words are taken style it will give you. down, I must be more parliamentary in my Young R. I will [Going-returns] No, I language.-- What shall I do?-I can't fight-can't take up this quarrel. my poor head won't bear it-it might be the Vorte.r. Oh dear-Why not?. [.Alarned
. death of me.
Young R. Because I'm sure I'm depriving Young R. [Without] Huzza, my fine fel- you of a pleasure. lows bravo!
Vortex: Oh don't mind me! I give it you, Vortex. Eh! egad, a fine thought.—Young to shew my regard for you. Indeed, I've had Rapid is loaded muzzle high with Champaigne so much fighting in my time, that with me it -I'll tell him he said the words, and make really ceases to be a pleasure - the sweetest him own them. I've persuaded him into a things will cloy - so ihe quarrel's your's-1 marriage with my daughter: after that, the wash my hands of it. devil's in't if I can't persuade him into a duel. Young R. You're a damnd good-hearted, Enter Young Rapid-tipsy.
Vortex. Then you'll return triumphant, and Young R. Here I am, tip-top spirits — ripe marry my daughter. for any thing
Young R. To be sure-keep moving [GoVortex. How did you like my Champaigne? ing] I hope he'll fight directly.-Like a sailor
, Young R. Oh! it suits me exactly; a man I hate a calm, particularly when an enemy's is such a damn'd long while getting tipsy within sight.-Hold—what must we fight with? I other wine-Champaigre settles the business can fence. directly—it has made me
Vortex. You have no objection to pistols Vortex. Lively, I see.
and bullets ? Young R. Lively—it has made me like a Young R. I like bullets—they come so quick. skyrocket. Well, how did I behave?-Quite But I must push on-the other bottle and then easy, wasn't I?-Push'd on-at every thing-|--I'm a first-rate fellow. – Champaigne for barr'd prosing.- Jolly dogs within — the fat ever! parson's a fine fellow-kept the bottle moving Vortex. You shall have my pistols, They're -said a nice short grace.
never been used. Vortex. Well, and did you lose at play the five hundred pounds I lent you?
Enter Miss VORTEX. Young R. As easy as could be.
Here's policy. “Crown me, shadow me with Vortex. That was lucky:
laurels."-Oh, my dear, I've achier'd two such Young R. Very-particularly for those who difficult points! won it.
Miss V: How, my dear Nabob? Vortex. Wch, now you'll do.
Vorlex. In the first place, I've persuaded Young R. Huzza! I'm a finish'd man. young Rapid to marry you.
[Slaggering and strulting about. Miss V . Was that so difficult ? Vortex. You only want a quarrel to make Vortex. No, no, certainly. But the nest you
wil delight you.— Rapid is going to bave an Young R. A what?-A quarrel. - Dam'me, affair of honour with young Stanley. I'll seltle that in two minutes. [Runnig off. Miss V. A duel! and about me?
Vortex. Stop.-You need not go out of the Vortez. Yes.-[Aside] I may as well tell room for that.
Young R. What! will you quarrel with me, Miss V. Charming! eh!-With all my heart.
Vorte.x. Now an't I a kind father to set Vortex. Me! oh no! - I say I could get two young men fighting about you? you such fame
Miss V. Ah! that is, indeed acting like a Young R. How, my dear fellow?-Dash on. parent! Vortex. Why, at dinner you reflected on Vorlex. Egad, I must look after Rapid, though
. the Baronet.
Miss V. But how did you manage it? Young R. No, it was you.
Vortex. By policy to be sure; for as lob Vorter. No, not I.
serve in my speech - Policy is—" Young R. Yes, it was you.
Miss V. And a very good observation it is Vortex. Well, it might be I; but I don't Vortex. How do you know, till you beur say it was,
it?_"Policy-" Young R. I do,-push on. Vortex. Young Stanley has demanded the
1) The trimmings are all the expences attendan! p
caling said leg of mutton, such as a dozen of part author.-Now, if you were to own the words few bottles of Champagne, etc.
Miss V. But pray go to Mr. Rapid. the oppression of our common grief, thou,
[Pushing him off. sweet girl, must bear the agonizing weight of Vortex. “Policy~"
disappointed love.-Come, rest on my arm. Miss V. Nay, I must insist-[Exit Vorlex] Jessy. Oh, such kindness! I cannot speak Oh, delightful!-Oatland!
-but indeed my heart feels it.
[Exeunt, Ellen supporting Jessy. Enter Jessy.
Scene II.-Another Apartment in Vortex's I'm in such uncommon spirits, Oatland!
House, Jessy. May I inquire the cause, madam? Miss V. Certainly. A duel is going to be Enter Young RAPID, followed by FRANK, fought about me.
who carries Pistols, a Sword, and Jessy. A duel!- horrible thought!
Champaigne. Miss V. Sensibility, I vow!-Too comic, a Young R. Got the pistols, eh? vast deal! Ha! ha! coltage pathos must pro
Frank. Here they be. [Lay's them down] ceed from a source unknown to me, I'm sure! Your feyther were axing for you, sur.
Jessy. It proceeds, madam, from the heart. Young R. My father! - Should any thing Miss V, Umph.-Let me bave no more of happen-when I reflect-Reflect-Zounds, that
[Sharply. won't do. Some Champaigne! [Singing] " If Jessy. I beg your pardon-I forgot the ex- a man can then die much bolder with brandy." tent of a servant's duty.- I forgot that servants [Drinks] I'll write to him, however;-a few have no right to feel pleasure or pain, but as words on a scrap of paper may cheer him. their employers please; and that suppressing [Takes a letter out of his pocket, and is the sensibilities of nature is considered in their about to tear a Piece of it off ).- What! wages.
[Sarcastically. [Reads), "Dear Edward, your faithful Jessy Miss V. No doubt of it. — That's so very Walland." [Strikes his Head] -Jessy Oatland! sensibly observed, that I'll forgive you, Oat- - What a scoundrel I am! (Kisses the Letland. - The pride of young Stanley will be so ter]-Oh, Jessy, what an infernal pain al my humbled.
heart! - More Champaigne ! Jessy. Is the safety of that noble youth implicated?
Enter Servant. Miss V. What!-a lover, I suppose-came Sero. A leller, sir, from young Stanley. to the farm, I warraut-attended Miss Jessy Young R. Then the die is cast.-[Reads] in the dairy-ruffled the cream with his sighis “ You are a scoundrel-meet me immediately, -talked of Arcadia, and sipped butler-milk. or,"~Um, um, a short decisive leller enough.
-Ha! ha! I should not wonder, after what I Damn this pain. - Quick! 'my, pistols! Take have seen of his taste.--Yes, he is implicated them to Stanley park: there wait for me.-Oh -I dare say Mr. Rapid will.- [Going. Jessy!
Jessy. Heavens! Is Edward--[Catching hold of a Chair for support.]
Enter Old Rapid, at the back Scene. Miss V. Edward!
Frank. Ecod, he'll kill thee. I'll lay halfJessy: I mean, madam, [Trembling, and a-crown 'Squire Stanley hits thee the first shot. curtseying] is Mr. Rapid's Tife involved ?
[Erit Frank, with the Pistols. Miss V. Upon my honour, you seem to have Old R. [Goming forward] Pistols — kill — an uncommon sensibility for all mankind !- Stanley-Ned, tell meDo you mean to sit down in my presence? Young R. (Aside] My father here. — Ob,
[Exit Miss Vortex. sir, nothing.- Come, drink. Jessy. No, madam! (Sinks down in the Old R. Look at me.- Ah! that agitation! Chair) Oh, Edward: unkind as thou art, how Tell me the cause!-A parent commands you. gladly would I resign my life, to save thee! - Your old doating father entreats it!
[Weeps. Young R. [Aside] I must deceive him.Enter ELLEN.
Sir, I've received an insult that no gentleman
of fashion can submit to. Ellen. In tears, Jessy ?-Sweet girl, tell me- Old R. Gentleman of fashion! Need a man
Jessy. Oh, madam! the most dreadful event resent it? is about to take place. Mr. Stanley is engaged Young R. Read that lelter, and judge. in a duel with
Old R. Lack-a-day!-consider, you're only Ellen. Forbid it, Heaven.-Let us fly to his a laylor's son,-[Reads] “You're a scoundrel.” father:-he may prevent it.
– That's a hard wordJessy. Alas, madam! I fear he regards not Young R. Would you have me submit to his father's injunctions.
be call'd a scoundrel? Ellen. Not regard his father!-Who, child ? Old R. No, I wou'dn't-[with Tears]-Yes, Jessy. Mr. Rapid, madam.
I wou'd. Ellen. Mr. Rapid!
Young R. Sir, you don't feel like a man. Jessy. Oh!
[Hiding her Face. Old R. I'm sure I feel like a father. Ellen. Is it so, sweet Jessy? - But has he Young R. Read on, sir. deserved thy love?-Is he r it unkind? Old R. [Reads] “And unless" [Wipes the
Jessy: Oh! true, madam! – But is not bis Tears away), "unless"-I can't life in danger?
Young R. [Takes the Letter and reads] Ellen. We will not lose a moment. — Let" And unless you immediately give me the saus seek Sir Hubert.
tisfaction of a gentleman, espect the chastiseJessy. I'm very faint.
ment due to a coward." Ellen. I'll support thee; for in addition to Old R. Chastisement! Cbastisement!
Coward! (With irritation] We are flesh and An. Who? blood, Ned.
Frank. 'Squire Charles,- 'Squire Charles,Young R. Wou'd you see me spurn'd? Huzza! [Exi.--Sir Hubert folds his hands Old R. [Emphatically, and running into
on his breast in silent gratitude. his son's arms] No!
Jessy. Ah, my poor Edward ! Young R. Pray leave me, sir.
Ellen. Your son is safe;-heard you the words? Old R. Where shall I go? What shall 1 Sir Hub. They have shot life through me. do? What will become of me? Oh, boy, try Ellen. Jessy! 'rejoice with me. (Seeing her to avoid it. Remember your old father; re- dejected] Wretch that I am, to forget tby member his life hangs on your's. But, Ned, sorrows! Take comfort, sweet girl!_perhapsHon't forget you're a nan! Young R. Pray leave me, sir.
Enter Old Rapid capering. Old R. I will. --Farewell, my dear boy, twill Old R. Tol de rol lol-Safe and sound-lo break my old heart.—But remember you're a de rol, lol.man, Ned.
Jessy. Who? Young R. (Alone) So, I'm proceeding full Old R. My boy, Neddy,--my darling, Neddy, tilt to murder; have planted a dagger in a safe and sound, -tol de rol lol. kind father's heart. But here goes. Fills wine [Sees Sir Hubert, and bows respectfully
. throws away the bottle and glass ] Its Jessy and Ellen talk apart. power
is gone. Oh-this infernal pain! Could Sir Hub. So, Mr. Rapid! How happened with honour avoid ?-but (Looking at the this, sir? letter] Chastisement! Coward-Damnation! ! Old R. Really, Sir Hubert, I don't undernust push on. Fool! Doll! Villain that I am! stand the cut of it; all I can say is, your son's
. behaviour was-oh-superline; when they had Scene III.-Aretired place in Stanley Park. and your son disarm'd Neddy, and then be
fired their pistols they drew out their swords
, Enter Sir HUBERT STANLEY.
generously gave him his sword again, which Sir Hub. What can it mean? Charles parted was extremely genteel; for it was a brand from me in an agony the ingenuousness of new silver-hilted sword, and I suppose, by the his nature had not ari to conceal; he grasp'd laws of honour, he might have kept it. my hand, bade me farewell, as if it were for Sir Hub. Mr. Rapid, why did you break ever; then broke away, leaving me a prey to your appointment. wild conjecture and despair; soon shall I be Old R. Mr. Vortex, sirat peace. Infirmity, when goaded on by sor- Sir Hub. Mr. Vortex. I fear your son has row, presses to the goal of life with doubled selected an imprudent preceptor. speed. Surely through that laurel grove I see
Old R. Chose a bad pattern, you think, sir? two female figures glide along; my eyes are I am afraid he has. not of the best, and the sorrow I have felt Sir Hub. Will you, sir, favour me with a for my dear, boy has nol strengthened them— few minutes conversation? they approach
Old R. You know, Sir Hubert, I'm your
faithful servant to command. Enter Ellen and Jessy.
Sir Hub. [To Ell n] Come, let us to our Ellen. Pardon, Sir Hubert, this intrusion! hero. "Vill you, fair creature, condescend to My name, sir, is Ellen Vortex.
be a crutch to an old man? [Takes Ellen's Sir H. Madam, I welcome you as my daughter. arm I shall expect you, sir.
Ellen. Oh, sir! tbe urgency of the moment Ellen. Jessy! will not allow me to thank such goodness as Jessy. I follow, madam. [E.reunt Sir HuI ought;--your son, sir
bert and Ellen] Do I address the father of Sir Hub. Ab! What of him?
Mr. Rapid ? Ellen. I saw him pass along,-he fled from Old R. You do, pretty one! my outstretch'd arins, he was deaf to my Jessy. [Taking his hand and kissing it] cries;-e'en now he's engaged in a duel. I beg your pardon; but are you sure your
Sir Hub. Ha! [Draws his sword, and is son's life is safe-quite safe? running out, staggers, drops his sword, El- Old R. Yes. A very charming girl, I declare
! len and Jessy support him] My functions I'm very much obliged to you for taking, noare suspended !-Oh nature! dost ihou deserttice of my Neddy'! Poor fellow! uobnds me at this moment- Who is the villain that seem'd to care what became of him. I'm very has caused it?
much oblig'd to you.
A sweet pretty-spoken Jessy. Ah, my poor Edward !
creature as ever I saw! But I must away to Sir Hub. Oh lhat I could rush before my the Nabob's, or I shall be too late for the child, and receive the fatal ball in this old wedding. broken heart! Perhaps-dreadful thought! - e'en Jessy. Wedding! whose, sir? now the deadly tube is levelled at his manly Oldn. Whose?" why, my boy Neddy's, with breast. [The report of a pistol is heard. Miss Vortex, to be sure! Ellen sinks into his arms] Bear up. I can- Jessy. Married! Edward married! "Tis too not support thee. [Another pistol is discharg- much. (Leans on Old Rapid for support. ed] Horrible suspense! — what a death-like Old R. Eh! what! speak-tell me! silence!
Jessy. Oh, Edward! is this the return for Ellen. Death!-Oh, my adored Charles ! my love? Have I merited this cruel desertion? Jessy. Ah, my poor Edward!
Old R. Desertion!-What!-has the rascal
! Frank. [Without] Huzza! Huzza! [Enters] -1 shall choke myself-Has he behaved ill to Huzza!--he's safe-hc's safe.
so sweet a creatui e? Your tears tell me so.