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Mrs. Mal. Come, girls!-this gentleman will when once you are wounded here--[Putting exhort) us.---Come, sir, you're our envoy ) his Hand to Absolute'sibreast] Hey! what - lead the way, and we'll precede). the deuce bave you got here?

Faz. Not a step before the ladies for the Abs. Nothing, sir-nothing: world!

Sir Anth. What's this? - here's something Mrs. Mal. You're sure you know tbe spot. damn'd hard.

Fag. I think I can find it, ma'am; and one Abs. 0, trinkels, sir! trinkets-a bauble for good thing is, we shall hear the report of the Lydia! pistols as we draw near, so we can't well miss Sir Anth. Nay, let me see your taste. [Pulls ibem;-nerer fear, ma'am, never fear. his coat open, the sword falls] Trinkets !

[Ereunt, he Talking. a bauble for Lydia !-Zounds! sirrah, you are Scene II. --South Parade.

not going to cut her throat, are you?

Abs. Ha! ba! ha! -I thought ii would diEnter ABSOLUTE, putting his sword under vert you, sir, though I Jidn't mean to tell you his great coat.

till afterwards. Abs. A sword seen in the streets of Bath Sir Anth. You didn'ı? - Yes, this is a very would raise as great an alarm as a mad dog. diverting trinket, truly. -How provoking this is in Faulkland !-never Abs. Sir, I'll explain to you. - You know, punctual! I shall be obliged to go without sir, Lydia is romantic-dev'lish romantic, and him at last. O, the devil! here's Sir Anthony! very absurd of course :-now, sir, I intend, if --how shall I escape him?

she refuses to forgive me - to unsheatb ibis [Muffles up his face, and Takes a sword-and swear I'll fall upon its point, Circle to go off.

and expire at her feel !

Sir Anth. Fall upon a fiddle-stick's end! Enter SIR ANTHONY.

why, I suppose it is the very thing that would Sir Anth. Ilow one may be deceived al a please her-Get along, you fool. little distance ! only that I see be don't know Abs. Well, sir, you shall hear of my sucrae, I could have sworn that was Jack !--Hey! cess - you sball hear. “O, Lydia !--forgive

Gad's life! it is. - Why, Jack, - what are me, or this pointed steel "-says I. vou afraid of? hey!--sure I'm right. - Why, Sir Anth. "O, booby! stab away, and welJack-Jack Absolute! [Goes up to him. come"_says she.--Get along!--and damn your Abs. Really, sir, you have the advantage of trinkets!

[Exit Absolute. me:-) don't remember ever to have had the honour - my name is Saunderson, at your

Enter David, running. service.

David. Stop bim! stop him! Murder! Thiel! Sir Anth. Sir, I beg your pardon - I took Fire!-Stop fire! Stop fire!-O! Sir Anthony you-bey?--why, zounds! it is-Stay-[Looks -call! call! bid 'm stop! Murder! Fire ! up to his Face] So, so- your humble ser- Sir Anth. Fire! Murder! where? ant, Mr. Saunderson !--Why, you scoundrel, David. Oons! he's out of sight! and I'ın what tricks are you after now

out of breath! for my part! 0, Sir Anthony, Abs. 0! a joke, sir, a joke!-1 came bere why didn't you stop him? why didn't you on purpose to look for you, sir.

Sir Anth. You did! well, I am glad you Sir Anth. Zounds! the fellow's mad! -- Stop were so lucky :-but what are you muffled up whom? stop Jack? o for?-what's this for?-hey?

David. Ay, the captain, sir! - there's murAbs. 'Tis cool, sir; isn't it?- rather chilly der and slaughteromebow:--but I shall be late I have a par- Sir Anth. Murder! icular engagement.

David. Ay, please you, Sir Anthony, there's Sir Anth. Stay.-Why, I thought you were all kinds of murder, all sorts of slaughter ooking for me?—Pray, Jack, where is't you to be seen in the fields: there's lighting, going re going?

on, sir-bloody sword-and-gun-lighting! Abs. Going, sir!

Sir Anth. Who are going to fight, dunce? Sir Anth. Ay-where are you going? David. Every body that I know of, Sir AnAbs. Where am I going?

thony :-every body is going to fight, my poor Sir Anth. You unmannerly puppy! master, Sir Lucius O'Trigger, your son, the

Abs. I was going, sir, to-to-to-to Lydia captain--sir, to Lydia-to make maflers up if I could; Sir Anth. O, the dog!-1 sec his tricks; --and I was looking for you, sir, to-to- do you know the place?

Sir Anth. To go with you, I suppose.“ David. King's-Mead-Fields. Vell, come along.

Sir Anth. You know the way? Abs. O! zounds! no, sir, not for the world! David. Not an inch ;-but I'll call the mayor

I wished to meet with you, sir,-to-to-to-aldermen--constables--churchwardens--and - You find it cool, I'm sure, sir-you'd better beadles--we can't be too many to part them. ol stay out.

Sir Anth. Come along-give me your shoul Sir Anth. Cool!_not at all-Well, Jack- der! we'll get assistance as we go--the lying und what will you say to Lydia ?.

villain!-Well, I shall be in such a phrens Abs. O, sir, beg her pardon, humour her-o-this was the history of his trinkels! I'll - promise and vow:-bui 1 detain you, sir- bauble him!

E.reunt. onsider the cold air on your gout. Sir Anth. O, not at all! - not at all! I'm

Scene N.--King's-Mead-Fields. 110 hurry.--Ah! Jack, you youngsters,

Sir Lucius and ACRES, with pistols. # ) E cort. 9) Convoy. 3) Hollow, perhaps proceed Acres. By my valour! tben, Sir Lucius,

stop him?

you?

forty yards is a good distance - Odds levels! Sir Luc. Ay-may they-and it is much the and aims!-I say it is a good distance. Tgenteelest attitude into the bargain.

Sir Luc. Is it' for muskets or small field-/ Acres. Look'ee! Sir Lucius-I'd just as lieve pieces ? upon my conscience, Mr. Acres, you be shot in an awkward posture as a genteel must leave those things to me. - Stay now-one-so, by my valour! I will stand edgeways. I'll show you. [Measures paces along the Sir Luc. [Looking at his watch] Sure they Stage] There now, that is a very pretty dis- don't mean to disappoint us-Hab?-no faith tance-a pretly gentleman's distance.

II tbink I see them coming Acres. Zounds! we might as well fight in al Acres. Hey!-what!-coming !sentry-box! I tell you, Sir Lucius, the farlher Sir Luc. Ay-Who are those yonder gethe is off, the cooler I shall take my aim. ting over the stile?

Sir Luc. Faith! then I suppose you would Acres. There are two of them indeed! well aim at him best of all if he was out of sight! let them come-bey, Sir Lucius!-we-we

Acres. No, Sir Lucius, but I should think-we-we-won't run forty or eight-and-thirty yards

| Sir Luc. Run! Sir Luc. Pho! pho! nonsense! three or four Acres. No-I say--we won't run, by my feet between the mouths of your pistols is as valour! good as a mile.

Sir Luc. What the devil's the malter with Acres. Odds bullets, no!-by my valour! Acres. Nothing-nothing–my dear friend there is no merit in killing himn so near: do, my dear Sir Lucius-but I-I-I don't feel my dear Sir Lucius, let me bring him down quite so bold, somehow, as I did. at a long shot:-a long shot, Sir Lucius, if Sir Luc. ( fie!-consider your honour. you love me!

Acres. Ay-true-my honour-Do, Sir LuSir Luc. Well--the gentleman's friend and cius, edge in a word or two every now and I must settle that.-But tell me now, Mr. Acres, then about my honour. in case of an accident, is there any little will Sir Luc. Well, here they're coming. or commission I could execute for you?

(Looking: Acres. I am much obliged to you, Sir Lu- Acres. Sir Lucius-if I wa'n't with you, I cius—but I don't understand

should almost think I was afraid-if my valour Sir Luc. Vhy, you may think there's no should leave me!- Valour will come and go. being shot at without a litile risk-and if an Sir Luc. Then pray keep it fast, while you unlucky bullet should carry a quietus with it have it. -I say it will be no time then to be bother- Acres. Sir LuciusI doubt it is goinging you about family matters.

yes—my valour is certainly going !-it is sneakAcres. A quietus!

ling off!-I feel it oozing out as it were at the Sir Luc. For instance, now-if that should|palms of my hands! be the case--would you-choose to be pickled Sir Luc. Your honour-your honour.—Here and sent bome?-or would it be the same to they are. you to lie here in the Abbey ?- I'm told there Acres. O mercy!--now-that I was safe at is very snug lying in the Abbey.

Clod-Hall! or could be shot before I was Acres. Pickled! - Spug lying in the Abbey! aware! -Odds tremors! Sir Lucius, don't talk so! Sir Luc. I suppose, Mr. Acres, you never

Enter FAULKLAND and ABSOLUTE. were engaged in an affair of this kind before?! Sir Luc. Gentlemen, your most obedient.

Acres. No, Sir Lucius, never before. Hah!--what, Captain Absolute !-So, I suppose,

Sir Luc. Ah! that's a pity!- there's nothing sir, you are come here, just like myself - 10 like being used to a thing-Pray now, how do a kind office, first for your friend-then would you receive the gentleman's shot? to proceed to business on your own account.

dcres. Odds files !—I've practised that Acres. What, Jack!--my dear Jack!-my here, Sir Lucius-there. [Puis himself in an dear friend! attitude]-aside-front, hey ?-Odd! I'll make Abs. Heark’ee, Bob, Beverley's at band. myself small enough:-1'll stand edgeways. Sir Luc. Well, Mr. Acres-I don't blame

Sir Luc. Now-you're quite out-for if you your saluting the gentleman civilly.-So, Mr. stand so when I take my aim-[Levelling at him. Beverley, [To Faulkland) if you'll choose

Acres. Zounds! Sir Lucius—are you sure it your weapons, the captain and I will measure is not cock'd ?

the ground. Sir Luc. Never fear.

Faulk. My weapons, sir. Acres. But-but-you don't know - it may| Acres. Odds life! Sir Lacius, I'm not going go off of its own head!

| to fight Mr. Faulkland; these are my parliSir Luc. Pho! be easy-Well, now if I hit cular friends. you in the body, my bullet has a double Sir Luc. What, sir, did not you come here chance--for if it misses a vital part of your to fight Mr. Acres ? right side'will be very hard if it don't suc- Faulk. Not I, upon my word, sir. ceed on the left!

| Sir Luc. Well, now, that's mighly prorok: Acres. A vital part!

ling! But I hope, Mr. Faulkland, as there are Sir Luc, But, there-- fix yourself so- Pla-bree of us come on purpose for the gamecing him] let him see the broad-side of your you won't be so cantanckerous as to spoil the full front-there-now a ball or two may pass party by sitting out. clean through your body, and never do any Àbs. O pray, Faulkland, fight to oblige Sir harm at all.

Lucius. Acres. Clean through me!-a ball or two Faulk. Nay, if Mr. Acres is so bent on the c'ean through me!

malter

Acrés. No, no, Mr. Faulkland-I'll bear my Sir Anth. Put up, Jack, put up, or I shall disappointment like a Christian-Look'ee, Sir be in a phrensy-how came you in a duel, sir? Lucius, there's no occasion at all for me to Abs. Faith, sir, that gentleman can tell you figbt; and if it is the same to you, I'd as lieve better than I; 'twas he called on me, and you let it alone.

know, sir, I serve his majesty. Sir Luc. Observe me, Mr. Acres -I must Sir Anth. Here's a pretty fellow! I catch not be trifled with. You have certainly chal-him going to cut a man's throat, and he tells lenged somebody-and you came here to fight me, he serves his majesty!-Zounds! sirrah, him-Now, if that gentleman is willing to re- then how durst you draw the king's sword present him-I can't sec, for my soul, why it against one of his subjects? isn't just the same thing.

1 Abs. Sir, I tell you that gentleman called Acres. Why no-Sir Lucius -- I tell you, me out, without explaining his reasons. 'lis one Beverley I've challenged - a fellow, Sir Anth. Gad! sir, how came you to call you see, that dare not show his face! If he my son out, without explaining your reasons ? were here, I'd make him give up his preten- Sir Luc. Your son, sir, insulted me in a sions directly!

manner which my honour could not brook. Abs. Hold, Bob-let me set you right—there Sir Anth. Zounds! Jack, how durst you inis no such man as Beverley in the case.—The sult' the gentleman in a manner whích his person who assumed that name is before you; honour could not brook? and as his pretensions are the same in both Mrs. Mal. Come, come, let's have no hocharacters, he is ready to support them in nour before ladies-Captain Absolute, come whatever way you please.

here-How could you intimidate?) us so ? Sir Luc. Well, this is lucky - Now you Here's Lydia has been terrified to death for have an opportunity

you. Acres. What, quarrel with my dear friend Abs. For fear I should be killed, or escape, Jack Absolute--not if he were fifty Beverleys! ma'am ? Zounds! Sir Lucius, you would not have me Mrs. Mal. Nay, no delusions 2) to the past so unnatural.

Lydia is convinced; speak, child. Sir Luc. Upon my conscience, Mr. Acres, Sir Luc. With your leave, ma'am, I must your valour has oozed away with a vengeance! put in a word here-I believe I could inter.

Acres. Not in the least! Odds backs and pret the young lady's silence-Now markabeltors! I'll be your second with all my heart Lydia. What is it you mean, sir? --and if you should get a quietus, you may Sir Luc. Come, come, Delia, we must be command me entirely. I'll get you snug ly- serious now-this is no time for trifling. ing in the Abbey here; or pickle you, and Lydia. 'Tis true, sir; and your reproof bids send you over to Blunderbuss-hall, or any me offer this gentleman my hand, and solicit thing of the kind, with the greatest pleasure. the return of his affections.

Sir Luc. Pho! pho! you are little better Abs. O! my little angel, say you so?-Sir than a coward.

Lucius– perceive there must be some misAcres. Mind, gentlemen, he calls me a cow-take here, with regard to the affront which ard; coward was the word, by my valour! you affirm I have given you. I can only say, Sir Luc. Well, sir?

lihat it could not have been intentional.' And Acres. Look'ee, Sir Lucius, 'tisn't that I mind as you must be convinced, that I should not the word coward - coward may be said in fear to support a real injury-you shall now joke-But if you had called me a poltroon, see that I am not ashamed to atone for an odds daggers and balls

inadvertency-I ask your pardon.-But for this Sir Luc. W ell, sir?

lady, while" honoured with her approbation, Acres. - I should have thought you a very I will support my claim against any man ill-bred man.

whatever., Sir Luc. Pho! you are beneath my notice. Sir Anth. Well said, Jack, and I'll stand

Abs. Nay, Sir Lucius, you can't have a bet-by you, my boy. ter second than my friend Acres — He is al Acres. Mind, I give up all my claim-I inost determined dog-called in the country, make no pretensions to any thing in the world Fighting Bob.-fle generally kills a man a -and if I can't get a wife, without fighting week-don't you, Bob ?

for her, by my valour! I'll live a bachelor. Acres. Ay-at home!

Sir Luc. Captain, give me your hand-an Sir Luc. Well then, captain, 'tis we must affront handsomely acknowledged becomes an begin -so come out, my little counsellor-Jobligation-and as for the lady—if she chooses [draws his sword]-and ask the gentleman, to deny her own hand-writing, herewhether he will resign the lady, without for

[Takes out Lelters. cing you to proceed against him ?

1. Mrs. Mal. O, he will dissolve 3) my mystery! Abs. Come on then, sir-[draws); since -Sir Lucius, perhaps there's some mistakeyou won't let it be an amicable suit, here's perhaps I can illuminate 4)my reply.

Siri Luc. Pray, old gentlewoman, don't in

terfere where you have no business. - Miss · Enter Sir ANTHONY, DAVID, and the WOMEN. Languish, are you my Delia, or not?

David. Knock 'em all down, sweet Sir Anthony ; knock down my master in particular

good behaviour : i. c. is obliged to find suroty for his

conducting himself well. -and bind his hands over to their good behaviour!?)

1) Intimidated is the improper word here for frightened;

there is something like the meaning in it; it sounds wau accused heforc a justice of offending any per

difficult, and that's enough for Mrs. M. son, except in his own defence, is bound over to his 2) Allusions. 3) Discover. 4) Explain.

Lydia, Indeed, Sir Lucius, I am not have been quarrelling too, I warrant.--Come,

[Lydia and Absolute walk aside. Julia, I never interfered before: but let me Mrs. Mal. Sir Lucius O'Trigger-ungrateful have a band in the matter at last. — All the as you are-I own the soft impeachment)— faults I have ever seen in my friend Faulkpardon my blushes, I am Delia.

land seemed to proceed from wbat he calls Sir Luci You Delia-pbo! pho! be easy. the delicacy and warmth of his affection for Mrs. Mal. Why, tbou barbarous Vandyke2) you— There, marry him directly, Julia; you'll -those letters are mine-When you are more find he'll mend surprisingly! sensible of my benignity 5)-perbaps I may be

[The rest come forward. brought to encourage your addresses.

Sir Luc. Come now, I hope there is no Sir Luc. Mrs. Malaprop, I am extremely dissatisfied person, but what is content; for sensible of your condescension; and whether as I have been disappointed myself, it will you or Lucy have put this trick upon me, I be very hard if I have not the satisfaction of am equally beholden to you.-And, to show seeing other people succeed betteryou I am not ungrateful, Captain Absolute, Acres. You are right, Sir Lucius.-So, Jack, since you have taken that lady from me, ri I wish you joy--Mr. Faulkland the same.give you my Delia into the bargain.

Ladies,-come now, to show you I'm neither Abs. I am much obliged to you, Sir Lu- vexed nor angry, odds tabors and pipes! I'll cius; but here's my friend, fighting Bob, un-order the fiddles in half an hour to the New provided for.

· Rooms—and I insist on your all meeting me Sir Luc. Hah! lille Valour-here, will you there. make your fortune ?

| Sir Anth. 'Gad! sir, I like your spirit; and Acres. Odds wrinkles! No - But give me at night we single lads will drink a bealth lo your hand, Sir Lucius, forget and forgive; but the young couples, and a busband to Mrs. if ever I give you a chance of pickling me Malaprop. again, say Bob Acres is a dunce, that's all. Faulk. Our partners are stolen from us,

Sir Anth. Come, Mrs. Malaprop, don't be Jack - I hope to be congratulated by each cast down-you are in your bloom yet. other-yours for having checked in time the

Mrs. Mal. O Sir Anthony!- men are all errors of an illdirected imagination, which barbarians.

might have betrayed an innocent heart; and [All retire but Julia and Faulkland. mine, for having, by her gentleness and canJulia. He seems dejected and unhappy-dour, reformed the unhappy temper of one, not sullen-there was some foundation, how- who by it made wretched whom he loved ever, for the tale he told me-() woman! how most, and tortured the beart be ought to have true should be your judgment, when your adored. resolution is so weak!

Abs. Well, Jack, we have both tasted the Faulk. Julia!-how can I sue for what I bitters, as well as the sweets, of love - with so little deserve? I dare not presume - yet this difference only, that you always prepared Hope is the child of Penitence."

the bilter cup for yourself, while I Julia. Ob! Faulkland, you have not been Lydia. Was always obliged to me for it, more faulty in your unkind treatment of me, hey! Mr. Modesty ?-But come, no more ol than I am now in wanting inclination to re-that-our happiness is now as unallayed as sent it, As my heart honestly bids me place general. my weakness to the account of love, I should Julia. Then let us study to preserve il so. be ungenerous nol to adınit the same plea for and while Hope pictures to us a flattering yours.

scene of future bliss, let us deny its pencil Faulk. Now I shall be blest indeed! those colours which are too bright to be last

Sir Anthony comes forward. ing. When hearts descrving happiness would Sir Anth. What's going on here? _So you unite their fortunes, Virtue would crown them

with an unfading garland of modest hurtless )) Accusation 9) Vnndal (poor Vandyke).

flowers; but ill-judging Passion will force the 3) A cramp word with somelling like foodness in its

gaudier rose into the wreath, whose thorn meaning.

offends them, when ils leaves are dropt!

THE SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL.

Com. by Richard Brinsley Sheridan. First acted at Drury Lane, May 8, 1777. Any attempt to be particular in the praise of this comedy, would be at once diffcult and unnecessary. No piece ever equalled it in success on the stage, and very few are surerior to it in point of intrinsic merit. It is evident, that Mr. Sheridan, when he composed this comedy, had a reference to Wycherley's Plain Dealer, in the formation of his plot; and to Congreve, in the poignancy of his dialogue.--Yet there are those who hare asserted, that the plan was taken from * manuscript which had been previously delivered at Drury Lane Theatre, by a young lady, the daughter of a merchant in Thames Street, who afterwards died at Bristol, of a pectoral decay. This, however, is probably mere scandal, founded on envy of the great success of the picce.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

SIR PETER TEAZLE.
SIR OLIVER SURFACE.
JOSEPH SURFACE.
CHARLES.

CRABTREE.
SIR BENJAMIN BACKBITL.
ROWLEY.
MOSES.

TRIP.
SNAKE.
CARELESS.
SIR HARRY BUMPER.

LADY TEAZLE.
MARIA.
LADY SMEERWELL.
MRS. CANDOUR.

ACT I.

most dissipated and extravagant young fellow

in the kingdom, without friends or character: Scene I.-LADY SNEERWELL'S House.

the former an avowed admirer of your ladyDiscovered LADY SNEERWELL at the dress-ship's, and apparently your favourite: the

ing-table; SNAKE drinking chocolate. latter attached to Maria, Sir Peter's ward, Lady Sneer. The paragraphs, you say, Mr. and confessedly beloved by her. Now, on the Snake, were all inserted ?

face of these circumstances, it is utterly unSnake. They were, madam; and as I co- accountable to me, why you, the widow of a pied them myself in a feigned hand, there can city knight, with a good jointure, should not be no suspicion whence they came.

close with the passion of a man of such chaLady Sncer. Did you circulate the report racter and expectations as Mr. Surface; and of Lady Brittle's intrigue with Captain Boasiall? more so why you should be so uncommonly

Snake. That's in as fine a train as your earnest to destroy the mutual attachment subladyship could wish. In the common course sisting between his brother Charles and Maria. of things, I think it must reach Mrs. Clackitt's Lady Sneer. Then at once to unravel this ears within four and twenty hours; and then, mystery, I must inform you, that love has no you know, the business is as good as done. sliare whatever in the intercourse between

Lady Sneer. Why, truly, Mrs. Clackitt has/ Mr. Surface and me. a very pretty talent, and a great deal of in-| Snake. No! dustry.

Lady Sneer. His real attachment is to MaSnake. True, madam, and has been tole-ria, or her fortune; but finding in his brorably successful in her day. To my know-ther a favoured rival,' he has been obliged to ledge she has been the cause of six matches mask bis pretensions, and profit by my asbeing broken off, and three sons disinherited; sistance. of four forced elopements, and as many close Snake. Yet still I am more puzzled why confinements; nine separate maintenances, and you should interest yourself in his success. two divorces. Nay, 'I have more than once Lady Sneer. How dull you are! Cannot traced her causing a tête-à-tête in the Town you surmise the weakness which I hitherto, and Country Magazine, when the parties, per- ihrough shame, have concealed even froin you? haps, bad never seen each other's face before Must I confess, that Charles, that libertine, in the course of their lives.

that extravagant, that bankrupt in fortune and Lady Sneer. She certainly has talents, but reputation, that he it is for whom I'm thus her manner is gross.

anxious and malicious, and to gain whom I Snake. 'Tis very true.-She generally de- would sacrifice every thing? signs well, has a free tongue and a bold in- Snake. Now, inderd, your conduct appears vention; but her colouring is too dark, and consistent: but how came you and Mr. Surber outlines often extravagant. She wants that face so confidential? delicacy of tint, and mellowness of sneer, Lady Sneer. For our mutual interest. I which distinguishes your ladyship's scandal. have found him out a long time since. I know

Lady Sneer. You are partial, Snake. him to be artful, selGsh, and malicious-in

snake. Not in the least-every body allows short, a sentimental knave; while with Sir that Lady Sneerwell can do more with a word Peter, and indeed with all his acquaintance, or a look than many can with the most la- he passes for a youthful miracle of prudence, boured detail, even when they happen to have good sense, and benevolence. a little truth on their side to support it.

Snake. Yes; yet Sir Peter vows he has not Lady Sneer. Yes, my dear Snake; and his equal in England—and above all, he praiam no hypocrite to deny the satisfaction 1 ses him as a man of sentiment. reap from the success of my efforts. Wound- Lady Sneer. True--and with the assistance ed myself in the early part of my life by the of his sentiment and hypocrisy, he has brought envenomed tongue of ssander, I confess I have Sir Peter entirely into his interest with resince known no pleasure equal to the redu- gard to Maria; while poor Charles has no cing others to the level of my own injured friend in the house, though, I fear, he has a repulation.

powerful one in Maria's heart, against whom Snake. Nothing can be more natural. But, we must direct our schemes. Lady Sneerwell, there is one affair in wbich you have lalely employed me, wherein, I con

Enter Servant, fess, I am at a loss to guess your motives. Serv. Mr. Surface.

Lady Sneer. I conceive you mean with Lady Sneer. Show him up. [Erit Servant. respect to my neighbour, Sir Peter Teazle, and his family?

Enter Joseph SURFACE. Snake. I do. Here are two young men, tol Joseph S. My dear Lady Sneerwell, how whom Sir Peter has acted as a kind of guar- do you do to-day? Mr. Snake, your most dian since their father's death; the eldest pos- obedient. sessing the most amiable character, and uni-| Lady Sneer. Snake has just been rallying versally well spoken of the youngest, theme on our mutual attachment; but I have in

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