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take cards and dice to the drawing-room.! Dame. You the lover of women !-Oh no. Mind, you are to win all my estates ! He that can admire the sparkling eye, yet Sir Arth. With all my heart.

smile at the tear which dims it; he ihat can Old Rev. Absolutely ruin me!

gaze on the heaving bosom, yet be insensible Sir Arth. With the greatest pleasure. to the agony it throbs with ;-is woman's worst Old Rev. Not leave me a Bank-note! foe, and can only expect the comtempt of the Sir Arth. Ha! ha! nor a rag to make one. virtuous, and the curses of the unfortunate

. Ereunt. Y. Reo. Plagues! but I have deserved it. SCENE Last.-A Library to Young Revel. refuse me my revenge?

Old Rev. [Without] One more throw: what Young Revel seated at a Table covered with

Sir Arth. Without Well, double or quits! Papers and accompt Books: a Pen behind

Old Rev. [Without] All or nothing! his Ear.

[Dice

thrown. Eleven and seven-eighteen; and eleven- Sir Arth. [Without] Huzza, 'tis mine! (a Iwenty-nine :-twenty pence is one and eight- Noise of broken Glass.] pence : -Iwo and live-pence-right:-two and aught is two - certainly — [Noise of Dice]

Enter BUTTERCUP. What rallling noise is that?

– My father and Butter. Oh my poor mastera beggar'd wife playing at sixpenny backgammon! what gamester! he has lost all his treasures, except a waste of precious time!

Y. Rev. What noise was that? Enter Dexter-he runs to a Drawer. Butter. In desperation, he jumped through Why am I disturbed?-What do you want? the window, and ran to the fish-pond.

Dex. Dice, sir; Mr. Revel and Sir Arthur Y. Rev. You followed ? are at deep play; your father has lost thou- Butler. No. sands. In his fury he swallowed the dice, Y. Rev. Fool! follow him! within there! fly and wants more.

pursue ! [to Dame Ryeland] in mercy assist Old Reo. [Without] Dice! I say. Dame. That I will. [Exeunt Dame Ryey Dex. They are here, sir. [Exit running. land, Buttercup, and Servant.

Y. Rev. Losing thousands !-dreadful depra- Y. Rev. Ah! but here comes bis honourable vity! Ah! my father, what would become of plunderer! you, if you had not such a as I am! [Enter Jonathan] Again my studies inter-Enter SIR ARTHUR STANMORE, his Hand rupted ?

full of Banknotes, which he is pocketing Jon. Your tenant, Dame Ryeland.

Sir Arth. Ha! Ha! What glorious sport! H Y. Rev. What, would you bait me with her a made man. maudlin woes? Why did not you deny me? Y. Rev. Sir, this intrusion into my room Jon. Sir, you did not say

business is irregular and offensive. Y. Rev. Was it necessary to say I did not Sir Arth. Indeed !--I have not left him lan want to see an old woman? Say, that abstruse enough to fill a bowpot; nor timber, to mal calculations

engross my mind, as you see, the old boy a crutch! Jonathan ! [Exit Jonathan]I must begin again. Y. Rev. To add insult to ruin is the act

a coward. Enter DAME RYELAND.

Sir Arth. I understand, but I'm not to b Dame. [Speaking as she enters] Don't bounced out of my property. jabber your nonsense to me, I will be heard. Y. Rev. Follow me. Y. Reo. [Rising] Will be heard ?

Sir Arth. No-I sha'n't fight to day! dee Dame. Your patience, sir. I beg with all play has shattered my nerves—I'm fatigued humility to state, that lowly as my station is, the oppression of wealth-1 really could not I have feelings and affections that are very depend on my aim : (Looking along his Fire dear to me, and possessing little else makes ger towards' Young Revel] but to-morron them cling more closely round my heart. breakfast and bullets are at your service.

Y. Rev. What favour do you solicit? Y. Reo. I heard some one lamenting:

Dame. None: I would receive with grati- Sir Arth. It would be rather awkward if ! lude the favours of a kind considerate land- old boy has been desperate. lord; but from him who does me wrong,

I

Butier. [Without] 'I've cut him down! will accept nothing but justice, and I demand-cut him down!

Y. Rev. Your language is impertinent: con- Sir Arth. Surely he could not be so vulga sider your situation.

as to hang himself! Dame. A mother struggling for her child's happiness; and surely the cause of nature Enter Buttercup. Mrs. Revel and Lao ought to be supported by the language of

STANMORE enter, supporting OLD Revel truth. As you cannot have forgot insulting

his Dress disordered. They place him i my son by an unworthy blow, I trust you can

a Chair ; following them, enter Dax have no objection to making him a due apo

RrELAND, FRANK, and FANNY. logy.

Butter. Oh, that ever I should live to say Y. Rev. [Scornfully] He requires it, does he? my old master from killing himself!

Dame. No, 'tis the mother asks for peace Old Reo. Where am I? (Looking at si —my son demands blow for blow. It would Arthur and Young RevelAmong hiends be kind to grant my request-perhaps prudent. (Looking at the Ladies] - No-angels !

Y. Rev. Insolent! and, but that I am a lo- Y. Rev. Look up, my father, see your re ver of your sex.

pentant, broken-hearted son.

scoun

Old Reo. Ah, Ned, is that you? I have donel Fanny. Dear sir, may I-[Showing a Pamy best to follow my dear son's example: you per, Old Revel nods, and chucks her under see what it has ended in-ruin!

the chin] Here, dear Frank! look, Dame ! Y. Rev. Be comforted, sir, all I have is yours.

[They come forward. Old Rev. All he has-P Asidel-not a guinea!! Y. Rev. Mr. Ryeland, I have wronged, in

Y. Rev. I'll labour for you: no obstacle shall sulteddeter: I'll rise every morning at ten | Frank. Enough! I perceive, sir, you are

Old Rev. Rise with the lark at ten! hear sorry for what you have done; but one blow that, ye ploughmen.

lucmaods another; 'twas this hand that gaze it Y. Rev. I'll part with my billiard table! - thus I return it! Old Rev. Mark that, ye markers!

L [Takes Young Revel's hand, and bows.

Y. Rev. Generous fellow! be my friend, my [A Noise of several Voices without.]

companion! Enter Dexter.

Dame. Excuse him there. It would be a

pity to spoil an excellent farmer by making Dex. [ Aside] My new master ruined! I him a shabby sort of gentleman. No: we'll must rati).

keep as we are ; and while agriculture affords Old Rev. What's the matter, my dear Dexter? health aud competence to the cultivator, and

Der. Ugly reports have reached your cre- good subjects to the state, I trust its efforts ditors: they clamously demand their money, will be justly estimated, and its children reor your person.

spected. Old Rev. My person! Why, as I feel pretty

Enter DexTER. comfortable here, you bad better pay them."

[Rises. Der. I've cleared the house of the scounDex. 'Tis the hest way when it happens to drels. be convenient.

Significantly. Old Rev. What, all gone ? Old Rev. Here are a few thousands. [Puil- Dex. All. ing out notes] Will these do, Dexter? Old Rev. [With emphasis] But one. Did

Dex. Not ruined ? Oh! about ship again! you ever see these dice before? 'Refund (Point[ Aside] No, Sir; I'll not pay the scoundrelsling to Frank or go. Bob, see your friend å fartbíng! to dare to molesi a noble gentle-out.-Embrace him at parting. [Apart to him] man with their insolent demands! I'll ride the Give him a Cornish hug). honse of the rascals.

[Exit. Butter. I will. Exeunt Dexter and Butter. Y. Rev. Sir, you have dropt notes to an Lady Stan. Dear sir, to your correcting disenormous amount. [Picking up notes. cipline I owe my happiness.

Old Rev. Never mind, Ned, put them in Y. Rev. And Iyour pocket.

| Frank. And IY. Rev. Ab! hopes dawn! light flashes! Sir Sir Arth. And all. Arthur, you are not the scoundrel I took you Old Rev. Then am I pedagogue of our for. Dear father, you are not ruined! School for Grown Children.

Old Rev. With Emphasis What! could I, in one day, shamefully dissipate the product

Enter BUTTERCUP. of fifty years' honourable industry? Could I, Pupils, stand in a row! and let me hope at my age, seriously practise the profligacy Is that we shall find indulgent and encouraging wept to behold at yours?

patrons, while our lessons inculcate that we V. Rev. I kiss the rod! Your discipline has should avoidbeen severe; but the cure is radical." The fa-l Y. Rev. Profligacyther has, inderd, at heart the son's interest. Lady Stan. Pettishness

Old Rev. Then let the son have at heart the Frank. Internperancefather's principle: you are restored to afflu Fanny. Vanity. cnce-how will you use it?

Old Rev. That we should cherish -
Y. Rev. In proving myself worthy the for Sir Arth. Honourable occupation-
giveness of such a wife!-in fully estimating Mrs. Rev. Cheerful obedience-
the blessing of such a father!

Daine. Inslexible integrity-
Old Rev. Then my plan has triumphed, and Butter. And a good heart.
I feel a giant refreshed.
1) Desert my party.

1) Signifies a good beating

ARTHUR MURPHY

Was born near Elphin, in the county of Roscommon, Ireland, December 27, 1730. His father was a merchant in Dublin ; and his mother, whose maiden name was French, was the daughter of Arthur French, of 'Tyrone, in the county of Galway. When young, our author was brought to London by his mother; whence he was sent to an aunt, (Mrs. Planket) then residing at Boulogne, who entered her nephew at the College of St. Omers, in 1740. Here he remained near seven years, and on his relun spent two years in the counting-house of Mr. Hanold, an eminent merchant in Cork. Leaving this place in consequence of a theatrical dispute, in which he had taken 100 active a part, he came to town, and obtained admission into the counting-house of Ironside and Belchier, bankers. How long Mr. Murphy cea. tipged in this situation we are not informed; but when he relinquished il, having cultivated a laste for literature, and

conceived a disgust to trade, he commenced author. In the year 1752, he published The Gray's Inn Jornal, which continued until October 1754. His next attempt was on the stage. where he appeared at Covent Garden Theatre, in the character of Othello, October 18, 1754; but though he possessed fire, voice, genins, and an accurate conception of the parts he acted; yet he suon found that he was not likely to add to his fame in a situation where excellence is very seldom lo he met with. At the end of the first year he removed to Drury Lane, where he remained only until the season closed, at the conclusion of which he renounced the theatres as an actor, and resumed his former employment of a writer. The violence of parties at this juncture running very high, our author undertook the defence of the on popular side, and began a periodical paper, 6th November 1756, called The Test, which was answered by the late Owen Ruffhead, Esquire, in another, under the title of The Contesi. To prevent his being obliged to rely solely on the precarious state of an author, he now determined to study the law ; but, on his first application to the societies of both the Temples and Gray's lon, he had the mortification to be refused admission, on the illiberal ground of bis having acted on the stage. He was, however, received as a member of Lincoln's Inn, and in due time called to the bar; after which he gradually withdrew himself from the public as a writer. At the beginning of the reign of King George III. he was employed to write against the famous North Briton, and for a considerable sum published a weekly paper, called The Auditor; but being disgusted, as is supposed, at some improper behaviour amurg his party, he from that time gave us all altention to politics, and devoted himself wholly lo the study of his profession as a lawyer. He published an edition of Henry Fieldings works, with a life of the acı hor, in 1762. His translation of Tucitus, bis poems, prologues, elc. are well known, and have been justly admired. His Life of David Garrick, however, did hiin no credit. He was many years I commissioner of bankrupts, in which oshce he continued to his death, which happened at Knightsbridge, the 18th of Jane 1805.

THREE WEEKS AFTER MARRIAGE.

Comedy of two acts, by Arthur Murphy, Performed at Covent Garden. 1776. This piece affords a very striking proof of the capriciousness of public laste, and the injustice of some public determinations. It is n other than the

V hat we must all come to, of the same author, with a new title. On its first appearance it was condemned almost without a hearing, and lay dormant for several years, until Mr. Lewis ventured to produce it again at bis benefit ; whes it met with noiversal applanse, and still continues to be frequenily acted and l'avourably received. The following anecdote is related by Mr. Ryley (in his entertaining work called The Minerant) of a country manager, named Davies: When Mr. Ross, formerly the Edinburgh Roscias, was at Lyme, in Dorselshire. in a very inform tale of health, being a feneral favourile among ihe visitors, Manager Davies applied to him, and he bespoke Three IV erts after Marriage. Dr. vies undertook the part of Sir Charles; and Miss Stanley, was quite at home in Lady Rackel, having often played i with Mr. Dimond, of the Bath Theatre, whose business she write down for Davics's instruction. One thing, which she particularly desired. was, that when they are parling after the first quarrel, and she says, "Won't yon go to bed he should reply, “No, Madam, l'il never go to bed with a woman who does not know what's trumps. it is supposed that he had taken particolar pains to be correct; but not being at all casy in the part, and seeing the eyes of the great actor Ross intently fixed upon him from the stage-box, when the fatal question was pul, “ Come, Sir Charles, wea' you go to bed ?he replied, “No, Madam , I'll never go to bed with a woman thai trumps !The house was las roar. Davies, perceiving bis mistake, made it worse by lawling out, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I did not mean any such thing; I meart trumps at cards-diamonds, spades, clubs--that is, I-" and off she stage he ran, and was with great difficulty persuaded to appear again that evening.

SIR CHARLES RACKET
DRUGGET.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
LOVELACE.

LADY RACKET.
WOODLEY.

MRS. DRUGGET.

NANCY
DIMITY.

ACT 1.

| Dim. Attention! to be sure you did not SCENE I.

fall asleep in their company; but what then?

- You should have entered into their characEnter Woodley and Dumity. ters, play'd with their humours, and sacrificed Dim. Po! po!-no such thing-l tell you, to their absurdities. Mr. Woodley, you are a mere novice in these Wood. But if my femper is too frank'affairs.

| Dim. Frank, indeed! yes, you have been Wood. Nay, but listen to reason, Mrs. Di- frank enough to ruin yourself. -Have not you mity- has not your master, Mr. Druggel, in- to do with a rich old shopkeeper, retired vited me down to his country seat, in order from business with an hundred thousand pounds to give me bis daughter Nancy in marriage ; in his pocket, to enjoy the dust of the Lonand with what pretence can he now break off? don road, which he calls living in the count

Dim. What pretence! - you put a body ry-and yet you must find fault with his slout of all patience-But go on your own way, luation!- What if he has made a ridiculous sir; my advice is all lost upon you.

gimcrack of bis house and gardens, you know Wood. You do me injustice, Mrs. Dimily his heart is set upon it; and could not you - your advice bas gorerned my whole con- have commended' his taste? But you must duct – Have not s fixed an interest in the be too frank! - Those walks and alleys are young lady's heart?

too regular- those evergreens should not be Dim. An interest in a fiddlestick! - you cut into such fantastic shapes.-And thus you ought to have made love to the father and advise a poor old mechanic, who delights 10 mother-what, do you think the way to get every thing that's monstrous, to follow nalure a wife, at this time of day, is by speaking -Oh, you're likely to be a successful lover! fine things to the lady you have a fancy for? Wood. But, why should I not save a la- That was the practice, indeed; but things ther-in-law from being a laugbing-stock! are alter'd now- you nust address the old Dim. Make him your father-in-law first, people, sir; and never trouble your bead And then the mother; how have you play about your mistress-that's the way of the your cards in that quarter?-She wants a binworld now.

sel man of fashion for her second daughter Wood. But you know, my dear Dimity, “Don't you see," says she, “how happy my ihe old couple have received every mark of eldest girl is made by marrying sir attention from me.

|Racket? She has been married three entir

weeks, and not so much as one angry word, Dim. And then, Mr. Lovelace, I reckonhas pass'd between them-Nancy shall have a Nan. Pshaw! I don't like him; he talks 10 man of quality too."

me as if he was the most miserable man in Wood. And yet I know sir Charles Racket the world, and the confident thing looks so perfectly-well."

pleas'd with himself all the while.- I want to Dim. Yes, so do I; and I know he'll make marry for love, and not for card-playing-1 bis lady wretched at Jast-But what then? should not he able to bear the life my sister You should have bumour'd the old folks--you leads with sir Charles Racket-and I's forfeit should have been a talking emply fop to the my new cap, if they don't quarrel soon. good old lady, and to the old gentleman an Dim. Oh! fie! no! they won't quarrel yet admirer of his taste in gardening. But you awhile.-A quarrel in three weeks after márhave lost him-he is grown fond of his beau riage, would be somewhat of the quickestLovelace, who is here in the house with him; By-and-by we shali hear of their whims and the coxcomb ingratiales himself by flattery, their humours- Well, but if you don't like and you're undone by frankness.

Mr. Lovelace, what say you to Mr. Woodley? Wood. And yet, Dimity, I won't despair. | Nan. I don't know what to say.

Dim. And yel you have reason to despair; a million of reasons-To-morrow is fix'd for

Re-enter Woodley.. the wedding-day; sir Charles and his lady Wood. My sweetest angel! I have beard are to be here this very night-they are en- all, and my heart overflows with love and gag'd, indeed, at a great rout in town but gratitude. they take a bed here, nolwithstanding. The Nan. Ah! but I did not know you was family is sitting up for them; Mr. Drugget listening. You should not have betray'd me will keep you all up in the next room there, so, Dimily; I shall be angry with you. till they arrive - and to-morrow the business Dim. Well, I'll take my chance for that is over-and yet you don't despair !-bush! - Run both into my room, and say all your hold your tongue; here comes Lovelace.- prelty things to one another there, for here Step in, and I'll devise something, I warrant comes the old gentleman-make hasle away. you. [Erit Woodley) The old folks shall

[Exeunt Woodley and Nancy. not have their own way—'lis enough to vex

"Enter DRUGGET. a body, to see an old father ard mother mar-| Drug. A forward presuming coxcomb!rying their daughter as they please, in spite Dimity, do you step to Mrs. Drugget, and send of all I can do. So, bere comes our Nancy. her bither.

Dim. Yes, sir-It works upon him. I see. Enter Nancy.

[Aside, and e.cit. Nan. Well, Dimity, what's to become of me? Drug. The yew-trees ought not to be cut.

Dim. My stars! what makes you up, miss? because they'll help to keep off the dust, and -I thought you were gone to bed!

I am too near the road already - a sorry, Nan. What should I go to bed for? Only lignorant fop!-When I am in so fine a sito tumble and toss, and fret and be uneasy-luation, and can see every carriage that goes they are going to marry me, and I am fright-by. — And then to abuse the nurseryman's ened out of my wits.

(rarities !-- A finer sucking pig in lavender, Dim. Why then you're the only young with sage growing in his helly, was never Jady within fifty miles round, that would be seen! - And yet he wants me not to have it frighten'd at such a thing.

- But bave it I will. -- There's a fine tree Nan. Ah! if they would let me choose for of knowledge too, with Adam and Eve in

ljuniper; Eve's nose not quite grown, but it's Dim. Don't you like Mr. Lovelace ? thought in the spring it will be very forward

Non. My mamma does, but I don't ; I don't -I'll have that too, with the serpent in groundmind his being a man of fashion, not I. liry--two poets in wormwood-l'll have them

Dim. And, pray, can you do better than both. Ay, and there's a lord mayor's feast in follow the fashion?

honeysuckle, and the whole court of alderNan, Ah! I know there's a fashion for new men in bornbeam; with the dragon of Wantbonnets, and a fashion for dressing the hair-ley in box - all-all-I'll have 'em all, let my but I never heard of a fashion for the heart. wise and Mr. Lovelace say what they will.

Dim. Why then, my dear, the heart mostly follows the fashion now.

Enter Maș. Drugget. Nan. Does it?-pray who sets the fashion Mrs. D. Did you send for me, lovey ? of the heart?

Drug. The yew-trees shall be cut into the Dim. All the fine ladies in London, o'my giants of Guildhall, whether you will or not. conscience.

TMrs. D. Sure my own dear will do as he Nan. And what's the last new fashion, pleases.

1 Drug. And the pond, though you praise Dim. Why, to marry any fop that has a the green banks, shall be wall'd round, and few, deceitful, agreeable appearances about I'll have a little fat boy in marble, spouting him; something of a pert phrase, a good ope-up water in the middle. rator for the teeth, and a tolerable tailor. Mrs. D. My sweet, who hinders you?

Nan. And do they marry without loving? | Drug. Yes, and I'll buy the nurseryman's

Dim. Oh! marrying for love has been a whole catalogue-Do you think, after retiring greal while out of fashion.

to live all ihe way here, almost four miles Nan. Why, then I'll wait till that fashion from London, that I won't do as I please in comes up again.

my own garden?

myself.

pray?

Mrs. D. My dear, but why are you in such of girls; our tempers accord like unisons in a passion ?

music. Drug. I'll have the lavender pig, and the Drug. Ah! that's wbat makes me bappy in Adam and Eve, and the dragon of Wantley, my old days; my children and my garden and all of m—and there shan't be a more are all my care. romantic 'spot on the London road than mine. Sir C. And my friend Lovelace-be is to

Mrs. D. ` I'm sure it's as pretty as bands have our sister Nancy, I find. can make it.

Drug. Why my wife is so minded. Drug. I did it all myself, aud I'll do more Sir C. Oh, by all means, let her be made -And Mr. Lovelace shan't have my daughter. bappy-A very 'prelly fellow Lovelace- And

Mrs. D. No! what's the maller now, Mr. as to that Mr. - Woodley I think you call Drugget?

him-he is but a plain, underbred, ill-fashioned Drug. He shall learn belter manners than sort of a-nobody knows hinı; he is not one to abuse my house and gardens. - You put of us-Oh, by all means marry her to one him in the head of it, but I'll dissappoint ye of us. both-And so you may go and tell Mr. Love-l Drug. I believe it must be so-Would you lace that the match is quite off.

take any refreshment? Mrs. D. I can't comprehend all this, not 1 Sir C. Nothing in nature-it is time to re--but I'll tell him so, if you please, my dear tire. -I am willing to give myself pain, if it will Drug. Well, well! good night then, sir give you pleasure: must I give myself pain? Charles-Ha! here comes my daughter-Good

Don't ask me, pray don'ı-1 don't like pain. night, sir Charles Drug. I am resolv'd, and it shall be so. Sir C. Bon repos. Mrs. D. Let it be so lhen. [Cries] Oh! oh! Drug [Going out My lady Racket, I'm cruel man! I shall break my heart is the match glad to hear how happy you are, I won't deis broke off- if it is not concluded to-morrow, tain you now-lhere's your good man waiting send for an underlaker, and bury me the for you. -good night, my girl.

[Exit. next day.

| Sir C. I must humour This old putt, in orDrug. How! I don't want that neither der to be remember'd in his will. Mrs. D. Oh! oh!Drug. I am your lord and master, my dear,

Enter Lady Racket. but not your executioner - Before George, it Lady R. O la!—I'm quite fatigu'd-I-can must never be said that my wise died of ioo hardly move-why don't you help me, you much compliance-Cheer up, my love--and barbarous man? this affair shall be settled as soon as sir Char-) Sir C. There, take my arm - Was ever les and lady Racket arrive.

thing so pretty made to walk ? Mrs. D. You bring me to life again-You Lady K. But I won't be laugh'd at—I don't know, my sweet, what an happy couple sir love you. Charles and his lady are - Why should not Sir C. Don't you? we make our Nancy as bappy ?

Lady R. No. Dear me! this glove! why

don't you help me off with my glove? pshaw! Re-enter Dimity.

- You awkward thing, let it alone; you an't Dim. Sir Charles and his lady, ma'am. lit to be about me, I might as well not be

Mrs. D. Oh! charming! I'm transported married, for any use you are of-reach me a with joy - Where are they? I long to see chair-you have no compassion for me-I am 'em !

[Exit. so glad to sit down-why do you drag me Dim. Well, sir; the couple are arriv'd. 10 routs ?-You know I bale 'em. Drug. Yes, they do live happy indeed. | Sir C. Oh! there's no existing, no breathing, Dim. But how long will it last?

unless one does as other people of fashion do. Drug. How long! don't forbode any ill,! Lady R. But I'm out of humour; I lost all you jade - don't, I say-It will last during my money. iheir lives, I hope.

Sir C. How much. Dim. Well, mark the end of it-Sir Char- Lady R. Three hundred. les, I know, is gay and good humour'd-but! Sir C. Never fret for that -- I don't value he can't bear the least contradiction, no, not three hundred pounds to contribute to your in the merest trifle.

happiness. Drug. Ilold your tongue-hold your tongue. Lady R. Don't you?--Not value three hund

Dim. Yes, sir, I have donc-and yet there red pounds to please mc ? is in the composition of sir Charles a cerlain Sir C. You know I don't. humour, wbich, like the flying gout, gives no Lady R. Ah! you fond fool - But I hate disturbance to the family till il settles in the gaming - It almost metamorphoses a woman head-\Vhen once it fixes there, mercy on into a fury- Do you know ihat I was frigbevery body about him! but bere he comes. tened at myself several times to-night-rad

[Erit. an huge oath at the very tip of my tongue.

| Sir C. Had ye? Enter Sir CHARLES Racket.

Lady R. I caught myself at it-and so I Sir C. My dear sir, I kiss your hand—but bit my lips--and then I was cramm'd up in why stand on ceremony? To find you up a corner of the room with such a strange thu's late, mortifies me beyond expression. party at a whist-table, looking at black and

Drug. 'Tis but once in a way, sir Charles. red spots-did you mind 'em ?

Sir C. My obligations to you are inexpress- Sir C. You know I was busy elsewhere. ible; you have given me the most amiable Lady R. There was that strange, unaccoupl

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