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to your face.

Jangling after me every where, like a tantony I wish I was a maid again, pig): find some other road, can't you; and And in my own country. [E.xit. Jon't keep wherreling me with your nonsense, Scene IV.-A Green, with the Prospect of

Madge. Nay, pray you, Hodge, stay, and let me speak to you a bit.

a Village, and the Representation of a

Statule or Fair.
Hodge. Well, what sayn you?
Madge. Dear heart, bow can you be so

Enter Justice Woodcock, HAWTHORN, Mrs. barbarous? and is this the way you serve me

DEBORAH Woodcock, Lucinda, Rosetta, fter all; and won't you keep your word, Hodge?

young Meadows, Hodge, and several Hodge. Why no I won't, I tell you; I have country People. chang'ð my mind.

Hodge. This way, your worship, this way. Madge. Nay but surely, surely – Consider Why don't you stand aside there? Here's his lodge, you are obligated in conscience to worship a coming. make me an honest woman.

Countrymen. His worship! Hodge. Obligated in conscience! How am Jus. W. Fie, fie, what a crowd's this! Odd, obligated?

I'll put some of them in the stocks. [Striking Madge. Because you are; and none but the a Fellow) Stand out of the way, sirrah. asest of rogues would bring a poor girl to Haw. For shame, neighbour. Well, my lad, bame, and afterwards leave her to the wide are you willing to serve the king? vorld.

Countryman. Why, can you list me? Serve Hodge. Bring you to shame! Don't make the king, master? no, no, I pay the king, that's! ve speak, Madge; don't make me speak. enough for me. Ho, ho, ho! Madge. Yes do, speak your worst.

Haw. Well said, Sturdy-boots. Hodge. Why then, if you go to that, you Jus. W. Nay, if you talk to them, they'll rere fain lo leave your own village down in answer you. he west, for a bastard you had by the clerk Haw. I would have them do so, I like they [ the parish, and I'll bring the man shall say should.—Well, madam, is not this a fine sight?

I did not know my neighbour's estate had Madge. No, no, Hodge, 'tis no such thing, been so well peopled. --Are all these his own is a base lie of farmer Ploughshare's–But I tenants ? now what makes you false-bearted to me, Mrs. D. More than are good of them, Mr. at you may keep company with young ma- Hawthorn. I don't like to see such a parcel im's waiting-woman; and I am sure she's of young hussies fleering with the fellows. , fit body for a poor man's wife.

Haw. There's a lass. [Beckoning 10. Hodge. How should you know what she's country Girl]-Come hither, my pretly maid.

for. She's fil for as much as you, may- What brings you here? [Chucking her under p; don't find fault with your betters, Madge the Chin] Do you come to look for a service ?

Country G. Yes, an't please you.
Enter young Meadows.

Haw. Well, and what place are you for? h! master Thomas, I have a word or two Country G. All work, an't please you. say to you; pray did not you go down the Jus. W. Ay, ay, I don't doubt it; any work lage one day last week with a basket of you'll put ber to. mething upon your shoulder?

Mrs. D. She looks like a brazen one- Go, Young M. Well, and wbat then?

| bussy. Hodge. Nay, not much, only the hostler at Haw. Here's another. [Catching a Girl that e Greenman was saying, as how there was goes by] What bealth, what bloom! - This is passenger at their house as see'd you go by, nature's work; no art, no daubing. Don't be d said he know'd you; and axt'a mort of asham'd, child; those cheeks of thine are enough estions-So I thought I'd tell you. to put a whole drawing-room out of counteYoung M. The devil! ask questions about nance. e! I know nobody in this part of the coun- Hodge. Now, your honour, now the sport 1; there must be some mistake in it. ---Come will come: The gut-scrapers are here, and her, Hodge.

[Erit with Hodge. some among them are going to sing and dance. Madge. À nasty, ungrateful fellow, to use Why there's not the like of our statute, mun, e at this rate, after being to bim as I have.- in five counties; others are but fools to it. Tell, well, I wish all poor girls would take Servant-man. Come, good people, make a irning by my mishap, and never have nothing ring; and stand out, fellow servants, as many say to none of them.

of you as are willing, and able, io bear a

bob ?). We'll let my masters and mistresses A I R.

see we can do something at least; if they How happy were my days, till now! won't hire us, it shan't be our fault. Strike I ne'er did sorrow feel;

up the Servants' Medley. I rose with joy to milk my cow,

MEDLEY and CHORUS. Or turn my spinning-wheel.

Housem. I pray ye, gentles, list to me: VIy heart was lighter than a fly,

I'm young, and strong, and clean, you see : Like any bird | sung,

l'ul not turn tail to any she,

For work that's in the county. rill he pretended love, and I Believ'd his flatt'ring tongue.

of all your house the charge I take,

I wash, I scrub, I brew, I bake; Dh the fool, the silly, silly fool,

And more can do than here l'll speak, Who Irusts what man may be;

Depending on your bounty. Sh. Muthony's pig.

1) To take a part in the song.

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and try;

Footm. Behold a blade, who knows his trade Luc. My father, and my aunt !
In chamber, hall, and entry:

Eust. The devil! What shall we do?
And what though here I now appear,

Luc. Take no notice of them, only observe
I've serv'd the best of gentry. me.- [Speaks aloud to Eustace] Upon my

A footman would you have, word, sir, I don't know whal to say to it, I can dress, and comb, and shave; unless the justice was at home; be is just For I a handy lad am:

stepp'd into the village with some company; On a message I can go,

but, if you'll sit down a moment, I dare swear And slip a billet-doux,

be will return-[Pretends to see the Justice] With your humble servant, madam. -O! sir, bere is my papa! Cookm. Who wants a good cook, my band Jus. VV. Here is your papa, hussy! Who's they must cross;

this you have got with you? Hark you, sirrak, For plain wholesome dishes I'm ne'er at a loss; who are you, ye dog? and what's your busia And what are your soups, your ragouts, and ness here? your sauce,

Eust. Sir, this is a language I am not used 18. Compard to the beef of old England,

Jus. W. Don't answer me, you rascalCompar'd to old English roast beef? a justice of the peace; and if I hear a word Cart. If you want a young man, with a out of your mouth, I'll send you to jail, for true honest heart,

all your lac'd hat. Who knows how to manage a plough and a Mrs. D. Send him to jail, brother, that's right cart, Jus. W. And how do you know it's right

? Here's one for your purpose, come take me How should you know any thing's right?

Sister Deborah, you are never in the right. You'll say you ne'er met with a beller nor I. Mrs. D. Brother, this is the man I have been

Ge ho, Dobbin, etc. telling you about so long. Chorus. My masters and mistresses, hither Jus. W. What man, goody Wiseacre? repair;

Mrs. D. Why the man your daughter has What servants you want, you'll find in our fair; an intrigue with: but I hope you will not be Men and maids lit for all sorts of stations lieve it now, though you see it with your own there be;

eyes—Come, hussy, confess, and don't let voer And, as for the wages, we shan't disagree. father make a fool of himself any longer.

Luc. Confess what, aunt? This gentleman ACT II. is a music-master: he goes about the country

, Scene I. – A Parlour in Justice Wood-teaching ladies to play and sing; and has beca cock's House.

recommended to instruct me; I could not lite

him out when he came to offer his service Enter LUCINDA and EUSTACE.

and did not know what answer to give bu Luc. Well, am I not a bold adventurer, to till I saw my papa. bring you into my father's house at noon-day? Jus. W. Á music-master ? Though, to say the truth, we are safer here Eust. Yes, sir, that's my profession. than in the garden; for there is not a human Mrs. D. It's a lie, young man; it's a creature under the roof besides ourselves. Brother, he is no more a music-masler, tbas

Eust. Then why not put our scheme into I am a music-master. execution this moment?'I have a post-chaise Jus. W. What then you know better the ready.

the fellow himself

, do you ? and you will be Lúc. Fie: how can you talk so lightly? I wiser than all the world ? protest I am afraid to have any thing to do Mrs. D. Brother, he does not look like a with you; and my aunt Deborah says- music-master.

Eust. Whal! by all the rapture my heart Jus. W. He does not look! ha! ha! sia now feels

Was ever such a poor stupe! Well

, and w Luc. Ob, to be sure, promise and vow; it does he look like, then? 'But I

suppose sounds pretlily, and never fails to impose upon mean he is not dressed like a music-mass a fond female.

Why, you silly wretch, these whipper-snapping Eust. Well, I see you've a mind to divert set up for gentlemen now-a-days, and some yourself with me; but I wish I could prevail themselves as many airs as if they were pocos on you to be a liitle serious.

of quality. — Hark you, friend, I suppose Luc. Seriously then, what would you desire you don't come within the vagrant act? *.* me to say? I have promised to run away with have some settled habilation-Where do sa you; which is as great a concession as any live? reasonable lover can expect from his mistress. Mrs. D. It's an easy matter for him to tell

Eust. Yes; but, you dear provoking angel, you a wrong place. you have not told me when you will run away Jus. W. Sister Deborah, don't proroke with me.

Mrs. D. I wish, brother, you would let the Luc. Why that, I confess, requires some examine him a little. consideration.

Jus. W. You shan't say a word to him, ya Eust. Yet remember, while you are deliber- shan't say a word to hini. ating, the season, now

so favourable to us, Mrs. D. She says he was recommended her, may elapse, never to return.

brother; ask him by wbom.

Jus. W. No, I won't now, because you Enter JUSTICE Woodcock and Mrs. DeBo-desire it. RAH Woodcock.

Luc. If my papa did ask the question, Jus. W. Hoity-loity; who have we here? it would be very easily resolved.

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Mrs. D. Who bid you speak, Mrs. Nimble- Then boity-toity, chops ? I suppose the man has a tongue in Whisking, frisking, bis head to answer for bimself.

Green was her gown upon the grass ; Jus. W. Will nobody stop that prating old Oh! such were the joys of our dancing days. woman's mouth for me? Get out of the room. Eust. Very well, sir, upon my word.

Mrs. D. Well, so I can, brother; I don't Jus. W. No, no, I forget all those things want to stay: but, remember, I tell you, you now; but I could do a litle at them once;will make yourself ridiculous in this aftáir: Well, stay and eat your dinner, and we'll for through your own obstinacy, you will have talk about your teaching the girl - Lucy, take your daughter run away with, before your face. your master to your spinnet, and show him

Jus. W. My daughier! who will run away what you can do-I must go and give some with my daughter?

orders; then hoily-toily, elc.

[Exit. Mrs. D. That fellow will.

Luc. My sweet, preliy papa, your most obeJus. W. Go, go, you are a wicked, censo- dient humble servant; ha, ha, ha! was ever rious woman.

so whimsical an accident? Well, sir, what do Luc. Why sure, madam, you must think you think of this ? me very forward, indeed.

Eust. Think of it! I am in amaze. Jus. W. Ay, she judges of others by herself; Luc. ( your awkwardness! I was frightenI remember when she was a girl, her mother ed out of my wils, Jest you should not take dared not trust her the length of her apron- the bint; and, if I had not turned matters so string; she was clambering upon every fel- cleverly, we should have been utterly undone. low's back.

Eust. 'Sdeath! why would you bring me Mrs. D. I was not.

into the house? we could expect nothing else: Jus. W. You were.

besides, since they did surprise us, it would Luc. Well, but why so violent?

have been better to have discovered the truth.

Luc. Yes, and never have seen one another

afterwards. I know my father better than you, Believe me, dcar aunt,

do; he has taken it inio his head I have no Il you ravé thus and rant,

inclination for a husband; and let me tell you You'll never a lover persuade; that is our best security; for if once he has The men will all fly,

said a thing, he will not be easily persuaded And leave you to die,

to the contrary. Oh, terrible chance! an old maid.

Eust. And pray what am I to do now? llow happy the lass,

Luc. Why, as I think all danger is pretty Must she come in this pass,

well over, since he hath invited you to dinner Who ancient virginily 'scapes !

with bim, stay; only be cautious of your be"Twere better on earth

haviour; and, in the mean time, I will consiRave five brats at a birth,

der what is next to be done. Than in hell be a leader of apes.

Eust. Had not I better go to your father? [Exit Mrs. D. Luc. Do so, while I endeavour to recover

myself a little out of the flurry this affair has Jus. W. Well done, Lucy, send her about

[Exeunt. her business; a troublesome, foolish creature, does she think I want to be directed by her?

Scene II.-A Garden. - Come bither, my lad, you look tolerable

Enter Rosetta, musing. honest.

Ros. If ever poor crcalure was in a pitiable Eust. I hope, sir, I shall never give you condition, surely I am. The devil take this cause to alter your opinion.

fellow, I cannot get him out of my and Jus. W. No, no, I'am not easily deceived, yet I would fain persuade myself I don't care I am generally prelly right in my conjectures. for bim: well, but surely lam not in love: -You must know, I had once a little notion let me examine my heart a little: I saw him of music myself, and learned upon the fiddle; kissing one of the maids the other day ; I could I

could play the Trumpet Minuet, and But- hare boxed his ears for it, and have done Eered Peas, and two or three tunes. I remem- nothing but find fault and quarrel with the ber, when I was in London, about thirty years girl ever since. Why was I uncasy at his ego, there was

a song, a great favourite, al ioying with another woman? what was it to ur club at Nando's Coffee-house; Jack Pickle me? Then I dream of him almost every night

sed to sing it for us, a droll fisb! but 'lis an-but that may proceed from his being geneld thing, I dare swear you have heard of it rally uppermost in my thoughts all day : Oh! -fien.

worse and worse!-Well, he is certainly a

pretty lad; he has something uncommon about When I followed a lass that was frowards him, considering his rank:— And now let me and shy,

only, put the case, if he was not a servant, Ob! I stuck to her stuff, till I made her would I, or would I not, preser him to all the comply;

men I ever saw? Why, to be sure, if he was Ob! I took her so lovingly round the waist, not a servant — In short, I'll ask myself no And I smack'd her lips and held her fast: more questions, for the further I examine, the When hugga and baul'd,

less reason I shall have to be satisfied. She squeal'd and squallid; But, though she vow'd all I did was in rain, Yet I pleas'd ber so well that she bore it How bless'd the maid, whose bosom again

No headslrong passion knows;

put me in.




Her days in joy she passes,

Ros. When things are not fit, Her nights in calm repose.

We should calmly submit

; Where'er her fancy leads her,

No cure in reluctance we find No pain, no fear invades ber;

Young M. Then thus I obey,
But pleasure,

Tear your image away,
Without measure,

And banish you quite from my From every object flows.


Ros. Well, now I think I am somewbal Enter Young Meadows.

easier: I am glad I have come to this expli Young M. Do you come into the garden, nation with him, because it puts an end ir Mrs. Rosella, to put my lilies and roses out things at once. of countenance; or, to save me the trouble of Young M. Hold, Mrs. Rosetta, pray stay : watering my flowers, by reviving them ?. The moment–The airs this girl gives bersellare sun seems to have hid himself a little, to give intolerable: I find now the cause of her beyou an opportunity, of supplying his place. haviour; she despises the meanness of my co

Ros. Where could he get that now? he dition, thinking à gardener below the notior never read it in the Academy of Compliments. of a lady's waiting-woman: 'sdeath, I have a

Young M. Come, don't affect to treat me good mind to discover myself to her. with contempt; I can suffer any thing better Ros. Poor wretch! he does not know wh than that. In short, I love you; there is no to make of it: I believe he is heartily mert more to be said: I am angry with myself for fied, but I must not pity him. it, and strive all I can against it; but, in spite Young M. It shall be so: I will discore of myself, I love you.

myself to her, and leave the house directsRos. Really, Mr. Thomas, this is very im- Mrs. Rosetta-[Starling back] - Plague on 4 proper language; it is what I don't understand; yonder's the justice come into the garden

can't sufler it, and, in short, I don't like il. Ros. O Lord! he will walk round this wat Young M. Perhaps you don't like me? pray go about your business; I would not be Ros. Well, perhaps I don't.

the world he should see us together, Young M. Nay, but 'tis not so; come, con- Young M. The devil take him; he's goes fess you love me.

across the parterre, and can't hobble here to Ros. Confess! indeed I shall confess no such half bour: I must and will have a little come thing: besides, to what purpose should I con- versation with you. fess it?

Ros. Some other time. Young M. Why, as you say, I don't know Young M. This evening, in the greenhouse to what purpose; only, it would be a satis- at the lower end of the canal; I have some faction to me to hear you say so; that's all. thing to communicate to you of importan,

Ros. Why, if I did love you, I can assure Will you meet me there? you, you would never be the belter for il

Ros. Meet you! Women are apt enough to be weak! we can- Young M. Ay; I have a secret to tell yor' not always answer for our inclinations, but it and I swear, from that moment, there shaille is in our power not to give way to them; an end of every thing betwist us. and if I was so silly, I say if I was so indis- Ros. Well, well, pray leave me now. creet, which I hope I am not, as to entertain Young M. You'll come then? an improper regard, when people's circum- Ros. I don't know, perhaps I may. stances are quite unsuitable, and there are Young M. Nay, but promise. obstacles in the way that cannot be surmounted- Ros. What signifies promising ; I may brezi

Young M. Oh! to be sure, Mrs. Rosella, to my promise-but, I tell you, I will. be sure: you are entirely in the right of it- Young M. Enough—Yet, before I leave the 1--know very well you and I can never come let me desire you to believe, I love you mit together.

than ever man loved woman; and that where Ros. Well then, since that is the case, as I relinquish you, I give up all tbat can make I assure you it is, I think we had better be- my life supportable. have accordingly.

Young M. Suppose we make a bargain, then, never to speak to one another any more ? Oh! how shall I, in language weak, Ros. With all


My ardent passion tell; Young M. Nor look at, nor if possible think Or form my fali'ring longue to speak of, one another?

That cruel word, farewell? Ros. I am very willing.

Farewell—but know, though thus we porn Young M. And as long as we stay in the My thoughts can never stray; house together, never to take any notice? Go where I will, my constant heart Ros. It is the best way.

Must with my charmer stay.

[Es. Young M. Why, I believe it is—Well, Mrs. Rosetta

Ros. What can this be that he wants

tell me? I have a strange curiosity to hear la Ros. Be gone-I agree;

From this moment we're free; Jus. W. Hem! hem! Rosetta!

Already, the matter I've sworn: Ros, So, I thought the devil would three Young M. Yet let me complain

him in my way ; now for a courtship of a Of the fates that ordain- different kind; but I'll give him a A trial so hard to be borne. you call me, sir?




Jus. W. Ay, where are you running so fast? Ros. Won't you, sir?
Ros. I was only going into the bouse, sir. Jus. V. Not I.

Jus. W. Well, but come here ; come bere, Ros. But won't you indeed, sir?
I say. [Looking about] How do you do, Jus. W. Why I tell you I won't.

Ros. Ha, ha, ha! Ros. Thank you, sir, pretty well.

Jus. W. Hussy, bussy! Jus. W. Why you look as fresh and bloomy Ros. lla, ha, ha!-Your servant, sir, your to-day-Adad, you little slut, I believe you are servant.

[Exit. painted.

Jus. W. Why, you impudent, audaciousRos. O sir! you are pleased to compliment. Jus. W. Adad, I believe you are --let me try-

Enter HAWTHORN. Ros. Lord, sir!

Haw. So, so, justice at odds with gravity! Jus. W. \Vhat brings you into this garden his worship playing al romps!—Your servant, so often, Rosetta? I hope you don't get eating sir. green fruit and trash; or have you a banker- Jus. W. Ha! friend Hawthorn! ing after some lover in dowlass, who spoils Haw. I hope I don't spoil sport, neighbour: my trees by engraving truelovers'-knots on them, I thought I had the glimpse of a petticoat as with your horn - and buck-bandled knives? 1 I came in here. see your name written upon the ceiling of the Jus. W. Oh! the maid. Ay, she has been servants'-hall, with the smoke of a candle; gathering a sallad-But come hither, master and I suspecto

Ilawthorn, and I'll show you some alterations Ros. Not me, I hope, sir-No, sir, I am of I intend to make in my garden. another guess mind, I assure you ; for I have Haw. No, no, I am no judge of it; besides, heard say, men are false and Cckle

I want to talk to you a little more about this Jus. N. Ay, that's your flaunting, idle, -Tell me, sir Justice, were you helping your young fellows; so they are: and they are so maid to gather a sallad here, or consulting lamn'd impudent, I wonder a woman will her taste in your improvements, eh? Ha, ha, jave any thing to say to them; besides, all ha! Let me see, all among the roses; 'egad, Í hat they want is something to brag of, and like your notion: but you look a little blank ell again.

upon it: you are ashamed of the business then, Ros. Why I own, sir, if ever I was to make are you?' slip, it should be with an elderly gentleman

A I R. -about seventy, or seventy-five years of age.

Jus. W. No, child, that's out of reason; Oons! neighbour, ne'er blush for a trifle bough I have known many a man turned of

like this; breescore with a bale constitution.

What harm with a fair one lo toy and to Ros. Then, sir, he should be troubled with

kiss? ne gout, have a good, strong, substantial, The greatest and gravest-a Iruce with gririnter cough-and I should noi like him the corse-ishe had a small touch of the rheumatism. Would do the same thing, were they in the Jus. W. Pho, pho, Rosetla, this is jesting.

same place. Ros. No, sir; every body has a taste, and

No age, no profession, no station is free; have mine. Jus. W. Well but, Rosetta, have you thought

To sovereign beauty mankind bends the knee:

That power, resistless, no strength can oppose, ( what I was saying to you?

We all love a pretty girl-under the rose. Ros. What was it, sir? Jus, W. Ah, you know, you know well Jus. W. I profess, master Hawthorn, this is nough, bussy.

all Indian, all Cherokee language to me; I Ros. Dear sir, consider what has a poor don't understand a word of it. 'rvant to depend on but her character? And Haw. No, may be not: well, sir, will you have heard you gentlemen will talk one thing read this letter, and try whether you can uncfore, and another after.

derstand that it is just brought by a serrant, Jus. W. I tell you again, these are the idle, who stays for an answer. ashy, young dogs: bui when you have to do Jus. W. A letter, and to me? [Taking the ith a staid, sober man

Letter] Yes, it is to me; and yet I am sure Ros. And a magistrate, sir ?

it comes from no correspondent that I know Jus. W. Right; it's quite a different thing of. Where are my spectacles? not but I can -Well, shall we, Rosella, shall we? see very well without them, master Hawthorn; Ros. Really, sir, I don't know what to say but this seems to be a sort of a crabbed hand. it.


Sir,-I am ashamed of giving you this Yomg I am, and sore afraid :

trouble ; but I am informed there is an Would you hurt a harmless maid? unthinking boy, a son of mine, now disLead an innocent astray?

guised and in your service, in the capacity Tempt me nol, kind sir, I pray.

of a gardener:-Tom is a little wild, but

an honest lad, and no fool either, though Men too often we believe;

I am his father that say it. Tom-oh, this And, should you my faith deceive,

is Thomas, our gardener; I always thought Ruin first, and then forsake,

that he was a better man's child than he apSure my tender heart would break.

peared to be, thougb I never mentioned it. Jus. W. Why, you silly girl, I won't do Haw. Well, well, sir, pray let's hear the

rest of the letter.



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