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Frank. Good bye, mother, good bye. Fanny. Thank you, Sir. Gemini, how [Shakes her Hand, snatches his Hat genteel! from the Pes, and runs out.
[Smiling, curtseys to Revel, and Dame. Heaven bless them, and spare my
exit into the Inn. life to see a few little brats toddle about me, Dex. I'm astonished that a gentleman, who mislay my crutch, and break my spectacles! possesses so amiable and beautiful a lady, But now to tell the creditors to come and should even talk to such gawky, ignorantreceive all their money. Hannah! my bonnet Y. Rev. I see your policy, you šly poacher! and cloak. Happy, blessed day! What says But is all prepared for my reception at the the church clock? Why, there's Frank bas Hall? I glory in a magnificent stone mansion. got hold of a pedlar, and I'll lay my life is
Der. Yours is brick. buying that girl a brooch, or ear-bobs, or some
Y. Rev. Brick is warmer.
Placed on an thing genteel. Oh vanity, vanity! But I'll cminencebe after them.
Dex. Yours is in a valley.
Y. Rev. All the belter - snug, eh, Dexter? Scene 11.—The exterior of a country Inn.- And are the horses trained ? — the hounds
A marine View in the distance, with a staunch?
Y. Rev. There'll be less damage done to Jonathan. Mr. Dexter! Mr. Dexter! Where's the fences, my dear fellow! our master?
Dex. [.Aside] Nothing can cross him. Dexter. Our master! Don't be vulgar, Jo- Y. Rev. Go along and pay every thing, and nathan. Ask where Mr. Revel is, and I'll give every body: you a satisfactory answer.
Der. 'Í'is easy to say-pay every bodyJon. Well! Where is Mr. Revel?
but without moneyDex. I don't know,
Y. Rev. Don't spare money: Jon. Because Sir Arthur Stanmore is waiting
Dex. Where am I to get it? our master's—Mr. Revel's—arrival; so, when Y. Rev. Wherever you like-I have no choice. my master-.
Dex. I'm sure I've used my honest endeaDex. Master again! begone, thou dishonour vours to raise it. I've bragged of the splendid lo worsted-lace 1)!. [Exit Jonathan Master presents of your father, the nabob; that be indeed! A pretty time servants would have of serves out gold moors by the gallon, and it if our employers were our masters! [Enter brilliants by the bushel; when the truth is, be Fanny Bloomly with a Basket under her won't post another rupee. Arm; she curtseys to Dexter] Ab, my divine Y. Rev. Then there'll be more when the old Fanny! whither in such haste?
boy retires, you know. Fanny. An errand to the inn to oblige Dex. I bave urged your great expectations Dame Ryeland.
when your grandfather dies, who has been Dex. To oblige Frank Ryeland you mean. dead these ten years; and swore you were But there'll be no wedding, Miss Fanny; no, beir to five existing aunts, who never existed no-I'll be a match for him. They can't pay at all. their rent, and will be turned out of the farm Y. Rev. Go, Sir, I'll not be trifled with. to-morrow. Here comes Mr. Revel; he shall Der. The very words your creditors use. not see my pretty Bloomly if I can help it.
Y. Rev. Dexter! have I not charged you
never to let me hear of the existence of such Enter Young Revel, and two Sailors. people? Y. Rev. Is that my yacht in the Bay ? Dc.r. Make him unhappy who can! [Aside] Sai. Șnug at her moorings, your honour! Here is Sir Arthur Stanmore. where she rides like a duck in a mill-pond.
[Bows to Sir Arihur, and crib
. Y. Rev. [Pointing to the Inn] In there, and refit; and let all be snug and irim for the Enter Sir Arthur STANMORE, with Peasants. regatta to-morrow. Do you think she'll carry Sir Arth. My friends, I will devote lo-morthe prize?
row to your service. Mr. Revel, I rejoice 10 Sai. No fear, your honour! [Exeunt Sailors. see you.
Y. Rev. Dexier! What's the fellow about? Y. Rev. Et vous, mon Chevalier! [Dexter attempting to conceal Fanny] Move Sir Arth. Excuse me a moment. My good this way if you please, for you appear to Dame, here is an order for the admission of shut out the sweetest prospect. What a lovely your husband into the infirmary: my worthy creature! Your name is
fellow, this is the amount of your deposits in Fanny. Fanny Bloomly.
the saving-bank: and, my veieran, here is a Y. Rev. And you live
certificate for the receipt of your pension; the Dex. Yes, Sir, she does; she is very busy rest will come to-morrow at the usual bourjust now. The expenses of your journey- and remember to be punctual.
[Presenting Paper. Peasants. Bless your kind honour! Y. Rev. All quite right.
Dex. You have got it the wrong end up- Y. Rev. He does not show much bloodpermost.
one of the useful sort, may be. Y. Rev. 'Tis the same thing; take it to my Sir Arth. Mr. Revel, pardon me: but with wife; she arranges these matters; I only ar- the children of labour time may be considered range these matters - [To Fanny) you are as their only property, and it were unpardonan angel.
able in me to dissipate it.
You left town, 1) The footmen wear shoulder knots of worsted lace, no doubt, prepared
Y. Reo. Prepared for the country-Oh, cer
Enter Fanny BLOOMLY. tainly!-filled a portfolio with caricatures; seni Ah! Flora and Pomona united! fragrant blosdown a turning-lathe; packed up some battle- soms, and honied fruits, on the same lovely dores and shuttlecocks; and set my watch by stem. And so you have been at the inn with the Horse-Guards »). [Showing the Time to Fanny. Buiter for Dame Ryeland, your Sir Arthur] I believe that's all that's required; honour's tenant. but I fear time will ang confoundedly. Y. Rev. Now you must tell me, who is the
Sir Arth. I hope not; for there is no being happiest fellow in the world? who has more active employment than a rich Fanny. La! your honour! how should I good man. 'Tis idleness, that nurse of vice!-know?
Y. Rev. Vice! O fie! that term is exclusive- Y. Rev. You know who your favoured sweetly confined to cattle; there's nothing vicious heart is? now but a horse.
Fanny. Frank Ryeland keeps me company. Sir Arth. I stand corrected, and own my- Y. Rev. A bandsome smart fellow, eh? self lamentably deficient in the vocabulary of Fanny. Not so smart as you, Sir. fashionable diction.
Y. Rev. Come, there's hope in that. You Y. Rev. That's a pity: nothing so simple; know, Fanny, there is a fète at the ball this as thus: what you call night, we call day; for evening, and you must be there, and bring supper, we say dinner; modesty is, with us, your Corydon. ill-breeding; impudence, ease; wicked rascal,
Fanny. Nan! irresistible fellow; troublesome creditors, ne- Y. Rev. Your lover, Frank Thingumerry. cessary evils; play, business; ruin, style; and And you, my pretty Fanny! shall be Queen sudden death, high life 2).
of the Revels. Sir Arth. I thank you for my first lesson, Fanny. I Queen of the Revels? there now! and, in return, as your friend
Oh gemini, how genteei! Y. Rev. Friend! I did not know you had a Y. Rev. What a smile! 'sdeath, resistance turn for that sort of thing. I had no idea I is impossible; (soing to salute her. Enter should want a friend in the country.
Mrs. Revel; she stops, and is about to reSir Arth. A turn for! not want a friend?|tire]-Constance, my love! I believe we had belter go back to the voca- Mrs. Reo. I assure you, Edward, my prebulary.
sence was occasioned by what I understood Y. Rev. If you please. A man's friend is to be your commands. his second in a duel; a lady's friend is the Y. Řeo. Don't apologise for your presence, gentleman who is so fortunate as to protect indeed it is particularly apropos; I ask your her in style.
protection for this young creature; I suspect. Sir Arih. Mercy on us! I own, Sir, I have she has admirers. not a turn for that sort of thing: 'sdeath, he'll Mrs. Reo. I think it very probable. corrupt the county in a week. Mr. Revel, I Y. Rev. And I was exemplifying the dangers hope I may, without being included in either Fanny. Indeed, Madam, 1of your definitions, prove my rustic friend- Mrs. Rev. No more — poor innocent! you ship, by stating that your expenditure appears must come and see me; and, if you wish it, to be ruinous. The waste in your establish- I'll employ you. ment is
Fanny. I thank you, Madam; but I beliere Y. Rev. Shocking. But, I dare say, if you I am going to be very busy; I'm going to be would arrange matters
married, Madam. Sir Arth. I arrange? I am your wife's Mrs. Rev. Well, be a good girl, and rely brother, Sir! not your servant.
on my protection. [E.cit Fanny Bloomly. Y. Rev. Don't agitale yourself.
Y. Reo. [.4side] Amiable, generous ConSir Arth. Your people are incorrigible.
stance! Y. Rev. Then there's no use in finding fault, Mrs. Rev. You look grave, my dear!
Y. Rev. Teased about money, that's all: for Sir Arth. I must command my temper. One luxuries have become such absolute necesword more, before I finish an interview so saries, and voluntary contributions so comlittle contributory to profit or pleasure. I hope pulsory, that one must get in debt to keep up your present residence will prove a furtherance one's respectability, and you
foible of your domestic happiness, and a benefit to is charity. your respectable tenantry. But you must not Mrs. Rev. Which luckily, Edward, covers a aim to transplant London babits here; 'tis multitude of transgressions. throwing artificial flowers on the bosom of Y. Rev. Ha! ha! keen and moral; but I nature, which are gaudy without sweetness, thought you were too notable a housewife to and choke the healihful produce of the soil. throw any thing good away.. And do me the favour to respect the results Mrs. Rev. Then you think my moral good? of my experience, which assures you, that thank you for that'; my dear! Neglect it, I rural happiness can only be obtained by health- know you will; forget it, I think you cannot: sul exertion, exemplary demeanour, and active and the time may come when its impression utility. Good morning!
[Erit. will be felt, and its truth acknowledged. In Y. Rev. Upon my word, a remarkably good the mean time, as the pleasures of hope are sort of man! and he took so much pleasure said to be the greatest, I am sure my dear in finding fault, it would have been absolutely husband will secure mé abundant enjoyment savage to have interrupted him.
of that sort of happiness.-[Fondly] You are 1) The clock at the Horse Guards in Loudon.
not angry with me, Edward ? a) There is nu untruth in this.
Y. Rev. Angry? yon are an angel; and, in
future, my excellent Constance!
shall find Miss Rav. To make a conquest is easy, but I will act much more cunningly-I mean more to secure it proves the tactitian; you must guardedly—that is, more honourably, not, therefore, lay down the weapons by which
Mrs. Rev. To be sure; I perfectly under- you gained it: you must study the art of atstand you, my dear!
(Exeunt iack and retreat; practise the artillery of the Scene III. – An Apartment of Sir Arthur tongue, the sharp shooting of the eye, and be STANMORE's - Án open Door-way, leading
anıply stored with the materiel of sighs, to a Pleasure-ground.
smiles, and tears, to defend the supremacy of Enter SIR ARTHUR STANMORE. - Gate Bell
Lady Stan. That's very true, and very rearings.
sonable; but my dear Arthur is so kind and Sir Arth. So, visitors! Randal!
so indulgent, I would not for the world
tease him. Enter RANDAL.
Miss Rev. By no means; only keep his alMr. and Mrs. Revel, I suppose.
tentions awake. Love's lethargy is soon folRan. No such luck, Sir Arthur. 'Tis Miss lowed by its death. Now, last evening, while Raven,
you were singing, he yawned three times. Sir Arth. Well!
Lady Stan. Did he indeed? Ran. It is not well, my dear master! that Miss Rav. Those three yawns would have Miss Raven is
walking, mildew: ber very cost me three thousand sighs; – but don't let shadow in the garden blights the roses and what I say
grave. honey-suckles; and if she pops her head into Lady Stan. [exed] Oh no. Yawned, did the dairy, the cream turns sour. Why that he? I think I can prevent that. My dear Miss Miss Raven
Raven, how can I sufficiently thank you? for Sir Arth. Has insected you; for you croak I vow I was so ridiculously happy, and so most abominably,
unthinkingly comfortable, it was quite shocking, Ran. Were Lady Stavmore my wife- He shan't yawn, bowever. Oh here is Sir
Sir Arth. lla! ha! your wise! Well, old Arthur: how delighted he seems! Truepenny! suppose il.
Miss Rav. I wonder wbat could bave made Ran. Then I would forbid Miss Raven- him so in your absence.
Sir Arth. And can you imagine that my Lady Sian. True-in my absence: now i dear wise-nay, I may say, my bride, whose should not have thought of that. My dear love is as sincere as her inind is ingenuous - friend, how very kind you are! will be influenced by Miss Raven's ill-boding absurdilies ?
Enter SIR ARTHUR and RANDAL. Ran. But she owes you a grudge.
Sir Arth. [Takes Lady Stanmore's Hand Sir Arth. Egad, that's true; I know my -bows to Miss Raven) Good morning, mamarriage mortified her: for, without vapily, 1 dam! I fear your partiality to Lady Stanmore may say, no lady ever adored a gentleman's may deprive your numerous friends of their estates more than she did mine.
just share of your well-meant attentions, Ran. She's coming this way in earnest con- Miss Rav. I understand him. How handversation with Lady Stanmore.
some the wretch looks! Sir Arth. Look at my Harriet! youth, beauty, Lady Stan. Your countenance, my dear polished manners, and a cheerful temper, are Arthur! bespeaks a cheerfulnesstoo healthy symptoms of the longevity of hap- Sir Arth. Love forbid it should be otherpiness to fear ils decay; but I'll" bave an eye wise, when I approach my Harriet. on Miss Raven.
Miss Rav. [Sighing] Ah! Love forbid,
Run. Yes, madam! they wish to know if Enter Lady Stanmore and Miss Raven.
the horses are to be unharnessed, as the coldLady Stanmore. My dear Miss Raver, how Sir Arth, I should not wonder if we bada kind ihese frequent visits are!
storm here soon, Miss Rav. Lady Stanmore, you over value Miss Rav., [Looking spitefully at Sir my wellmeaning attentions: having no matri- Arth. and Lady] Nor I. Au revoir, my monial cares of my own, I live for those who sweet friend!
keep up your spirits
. Good hare; and as your honeymoon is just waned, morning, Sir Arthur-brute! I thought my advice might be useful in case Ran. This way, madam! any disappointment
[Bowing with his hand advanced. Lady Stan. You are very kind; but no wo- Miss Rav. [Striking it away with her man was ever happier than I have been this parasoll Call my servants, fellow! month.
TExeuni Miss Raven and Randal. Miss Rav. This month! ah, my young friend, Lady Stan. [ Aside) I should like to set 'tis Cupid's carnival, where every thing is in ture on a little liny bit of caprice, just to try; masquerade; you must now descend into your but no teasing. O lud! no. real characters.
Sir Arth. | Turning to Lady Stan. having Lady Stan. Real characters!
watched the departure of Miss Naven] Miss Rao. Don't let what I say alarm you; Harriet, my love! I have news for my object is your happiness.
Lady Sian. It must be good Lady Stan. I know it, my kind friend! ushered in by your smiles.
Fou. news that is
Sir Arth. My sister is arrived.
ACT II. Lady Stan. Now why did you not let me SCENE I.-Interior of a Farm House. guess what the news was? Sir Arth. I did not know you were fond
Enter Frank RYELAND and FANNY, of guessing
Fanny. And you're no nolion how grand Lady Stan. Well, how does she do? what the Hall will be-and how grand we shall be Sir Arth. Guess.
[does she say? at the Hall, with the tip-top gentry. Lady Stan. How should I know? how pro- Frank. But I don't know how to behave voking you are, my dear! [Poutingly. before these quality. I sha'n't be civil enough.
Sir Arth. I won't relort the compliment- Fanny. Oh you must not be civil, mun! rather odd! I have thoughts of transferring to you must talk loud, as you do to the horses ! Mr. Revel my interest in the county: he is and laugh at every thing they say. fonder of public life, and younger than I am. Frank. That mayn't be very difficult. Lady Sian. True.
[Sighs. Fanny. And you must shake your head about. Sir Arth. Eh!
Frank. Why, if their ways be like what Lady Slan. [With affected Simplicity] Is we hear of–1 may shake my head, naturally he not younger?
enough. Fanny, do you think these handSir Arth. Oh yes, certainly- very odd! And some?
[Showing car-rings. you, Marriet, will have an invaluable acqui- Fanny. Ear-rings for me! Gemini, how sition in the society of Mrs. Revel; for, with genteel! what bangers! how they'll
go bibbityall due allowance for a brother's partiality, I bob ?), when we dance at the Mall? think ber the most amiable of her sex.
Frank. And here, dear girl, is a trinket Lady Stan. Does her husband think so? worth, to me, all the jewels in the king's Sir Arth. Undoubtedly;
crown; this simple hoop of gold: come, let Lady Slan. Happy Mrs. Revel, to bave a me try it on. husband who thinks you the most amiable of [He puts it on, and kisses her hand. women!
Fanny. La! Frank, you make a body so Sir Arth. Nay, my dear Harriet! don't ima- ashamed-hide it, hide' it, -here comes Dame. gine that in doing justice to a sister's virlues, meant to undervalue.
Enter DAME RYELAND. Lady Slan. No apology, Sir! I shall not Oh such grand genteel doings at the squire's! presume !o. rival her even in my own hus- Dame. Genteel-again! I hate that word. band's opinion. [Sighs] Pray, Sir Arthur, Fanny. You'll go, Dame? when may we expect the bonour of a visit? Dame. I
go, quoiha! no, child. Sir Arih. I think her note says this after- Frank. Fanny and I are invited - and I noon; [Takes out u Letler, looks at it, and don't often make an idle day. returns il] yes, this evening.
Dame. No, nor an idle hour. But I don't Lady Stan. (Advances her Hand to read quite like your going among folk above your the Letler] I bez pardon, I thought I might station. have been permitted to see a sister's letter. Fany. Nay, now, Dame!
Sir Arth. By all means, love! [Offering it. Dame. No good comes on't: 'tis transplant
Lady Stan. Not now, Sir! A wise is un-ing you into a hot-bed, where pride and vanity worthy a husband's confidence and friendship. may strike root, and choke the humble growth
Sir Arth. You know you are my dearest of contentment. Yet, as Mr. Revel's tenants, friend.
you must in duly pay him respect. But, boy! Lady Stan. [Sighs] Friend? Ah you used don't forget to receive the money of the droto employ a more endearing term!
ver and mealman. Sir Arth. Nay, now, Harriet! O this is some Frank. I can take it in my road, and the jest; but I shall not humour it. [Aside] 1 rent is sale in this bag. have walked till I am absolutely weary. Dame. Well, go your ways. Why don't
Lady Stan. [Taking his Arm] Shall we you go? go into the music room? and I'll practise the Frank. [Bashfully] I had thought, mother, song I sang last evening.
of asking you lo take a ride behind me to Sir Arth. [Yawning) With all my heart. our county-town.
Lady Stan. What do 1 see? yawning again! Dame. Why, it is not market-day. 'tis too much.
[Bursts into tears. Frank. No, mother! but --come here, Fanny. Sir Arth. Harriet, for heaven's sake, my![Places her Arm under his] Only they make love! don't agonize me. Can I have caused out wedding licenses there, mother. those precious tears?
Dame. Wedding licenses? Lady Stan. Ah, who but you? — 'tis too Frank. Ah, you used to make the plough plain-you are weary of me.
go merrily, by telling me if things turned up Sir Arth. Weary! have I an existence but right and according, and father's debts paid, in your presence? is not the hope, the effort, that Fanny and I might - look at her, mother! the joy of my life, to make you happy? if I could' but light on some clever dictionary
Lady Stan. [Faintly] Is it?- Ah! 'I'm too words to tell her how I love her; but I can't. susceptible—too anxious-loo fond.
I can only say, the best of mothers can make Sir Arth. No, no-but let me see you smile her son the happiest man in the world. again! [She leans on his Shoulder smiling] Dame.' You're so hasty. Consider, Frank, Thanks, my angel! Oh! be ever thus kind how poor we are! this is the happiest inoment of my life.
Frank. Poor! Look at the land: when the Lady Stan. Indeed! Oh, Miss Raven was farming gentry come round to view it, I hope right-it will do. [.Apart.) [Exeunt, 1) A word describing the motion of the car-rings.
I need not skulk behind the hedge! Show me! Frank. I'll altend you, sir, to the door, cleaner stubbles-show me two hundred acres Der. I'm not going to steal any thing, you of arable in better heart and tilth! Shall I jackanapes!
Exit work the less cheerily because I bave her to Dame. Envious bypocrite! support? Will my labour be more toilsome, Frank. 'Tis hard to be in a stale of de when I have those smiles to sweeten it? pendence, and bow to such a fellow.
Dame. Ah, I can't refuse yon: take my Dame. Frank, be content with your station consent and my blessing.
a state of dependence, boy, is more abuse Frank. [Wiping, his eyes], Thank her, than it deserves to be. How often do you sel Fanny, that's a good girl. My dear mother! your little independent man-idle, proud, ant my dear wise! Fanny my wife! I shall go poor!-heedless of the good opinion of others out of my wits.-[With quickness) Mother, he becomes careless of securing his own: whil the accounts are made up-taxes paid-credi- the dependent farmer, knowing that by bi tors' receipts ready for signing--the rent safe— character be must stand or fall, obtains by I'll saddle the old mare in a minute.
skill and diligence the respect of bis superiors [A Knocking at the Door: Frank opens it. and so becomes a pattern of sobriety to hi
neighbours, and an example oi duty and goo Enter Dexter.
conduct to his children. Frank. Servant, Mr. Dexter! glad to see Frank. Bravo, mother! and had I sens
enough to write a larned print book, Dan Des. Very polite; and what do you expect Ryeland's speech should stand at the head e in return?
the chapter. So now for the old blind mart Frank. What, I dare say, I sha'n't get-a and the wedding license. civil answer. [Goes up, the Stage to Fanny. Funny. And then for the genteel assembl
Dex. Confound him! a high-spirited, amo- at the Hall. rous young dog! And you are glad to see Dame. Genteel again! ohranity-vanity me, too, I suppose?
[Ereus Dame. Why not, Mr. Steward?
Dex. Because I am Mr. Steward, and come SCENE II.- A Hall of SIR ARTHUR STAN to remind you of rent day.
MORE's, Dame. Thank you, sir! but it is not a day Enter Randal and Buttercup; BUTTERCE a poor widow is likely to forget. Dex. Sorry you can't stay in the farm, for
dressed in an old fashioned Livery, booted it looks in excellent condition.
with Whip, etc. Dame. Frank is never idle.
Ran. You wish to speak with Sir Arthur Dex. [Looking at Frank and Fanny] [Buttercup nods]-your name? Why, he seems very busy just now. Hard Butter. Bobby Butlercup: 'tis a prally is times for you, Dame!
name, bean't it?'
[Smiling Dame. Hard times, indeed?-the times are Ran. What may your business be wil good enough for farmers to be farmers, but my master? not to be fine gentlemen. Why, but yester- Butter. [Putting his Finger to his Nose day, neighbour Plump was railing against That's the puzzle. taxes, and grinding landlords, so loud – that Ran. Oh! you don't wish to tell me. his daughter's music-master vowed Miss Plump Butter. Yes, I do wish to tell you rer could not tell a crotchel from a quaver. Ob much; but, bless you, I munnol.-I say, ca vanity-vanity!
you keep a secret? Dex. Why your rent is pretty heavy, is Ran. No. Can you? not it?
Butler, Oh yes! Frank. Convince yourself, sir! 'tis in this Ran. Then I'll tell you one.— Those who bag
[Tossing it up. are most eager to know secrets are generall Dex. Can you pay it? Dear me, how plea- those who most eagerly betray them. sant! But then what's to become of your bus- Butter. Don't be too cutting, sir. I is only band's creditors ?
a simple lad-I may tell you that. Frank. I hope twenty shillings in the pound Ran. Yes; for that certainly is no secret will content them.
Butter. But I has a good heart, and then Dex. Twenty shillings! — dear me, how you know is a great matter. pleasant!
[Whistles, and examines the apartment Dame. Mind, Frank, you carry it to the Ran. Certainly. Ha! ha! Mr, Bobby Buk Hall. — Excuse us, Mr. Dexter, we are going tercup, a word: 'it is the fashion in this bous about a little ceremony — about the children's for servants to be uncovered. wedding
Butler. Uncovered (knowingly]. I say, per Dex. Wedding?
haps you would not suspect that I had gol Frank
something clever in the inside of my bat? and Yes, sir, our wedding.
Ran. Indeed, I should not, Fanny:
Butter. Time will show, So, if you'll be Dex. Dear me, how pleasant! The most so good as to tell Sir Arthur to wait upon agreeable morning I have had for some time. me--not that I require him to hurry himsel
Frank. You need not say so; your looks - that's what I call polite. show it.
Ran. I'll mention your indulgent kindness. Dex. I dare say, You'll be at the Hall in Ha! ha! the evening. Sorry to leave such merry faces, Butter. Nay, nay, it bean't brotherly to but [Aside I may contrive to mar your mirib. laugh at me. l'bas a good heart. (Exit kan