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dangling after me every wbere, like a tantony I wish I was a maid again, pig.1); find some other road, can't you; and And in my own country. [Erit. Jon't keep wherreting me with your nonsense, SCENE IV.- A Green, with the Prospect of Madge. Nay, pray you, Hodge, stay, and

a Village, and the Representation of a let me speak to you a bit.

Slalute or Fair.
Hodge. Well; what sayn you?
Madge. Dear heart, how can

Enter Justice Woodcock, HAWTHORN, Mrs.

you barbarous? and is this the way you serve me

DEBORAH Woodcock, LUCINDA, Rosetta, after 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'd 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 Hodge, 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, hame, and afterwards leave her to the wide are you willing to serve the king? world.

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! ne 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 vere fain lo leave your own village down in answer you. he west, for a baslard you had by the clerk Haw. I would have them do so, I like they of the parish, and I'll bring the man shall say should.-Well

, madam, is not this a fine sight? t to your face.

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

Haw. There's a lass. [Beckoning lo. Hodge. How should you know what she's country Girl]-Come hither, my pretly maid. it for. She's fit for as much as you, may-What brings you here? [Chucking her under ap; 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? Oh! 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 illage one day last week with a basket of you'll put her to. omething upon your shoulder?

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

hussy. Hodge. Nay, not much, only the hostler at Haw. Here's another. [Catching a Girl that be 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 nd said he know'd you; and axt'a mort of asham'd, child; those cheeks of thine are enough uestions—So I thought I'd tell you.

to put a whole drawing-room out of counteYoung M. The devil! ask questions about nance. ne! I know nobody in this part of the coun- Hodge. Now, your honour, now the sport ry; there must be some mistake in it.-Come will come: The gut-scrapers are here, and ither, Hodge.

[Exit with Hodge. some among them are going to sing and dance, Madge. Å nasty, ungrateful fellow, to use Why there's not the like of our statute, mun, ne at this rate, after being to him as I have.- in five counties; others are but fools to it. Well, well, I wish all poor girls would take Servant-man. Come, good people, make a varning 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, to bear a bob "). We'll let my masters and mistresses

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:

I'm My heart' was lighter than a fly,

young, and strong, and clean, you see :

I'll not turn tail to any she,
Like any

For work that's in the county.
Till 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; Oh the fool, the silly, silly fool,

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

Depending on your bounty. 1) St. Anthony's pig.

1) To take a part in the song.


bird I sung,


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.

- [Speaks aloud to Eustace] Upon my A footman would you have, word, sir, I don't know what 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,

he will return-[Pretends to see the Justice With your bumble servant, madam. -0! sir, bere is my papa! Cookm. Who wants a good cook, my hand Jus. VV. Here is your papa, bussy! Who's they must cross; this you have got with you? Hark you, sirral

, For plain wholesome dishes I'm ne'er at a loss; who are you, ye dog? and what's your busiAnd what are your soups, your ragouts, and ness here? your sauce,

Eust. Sir, this is a language I am not used to Compar'd to the beef of old England,

Jus. W. Don't answer me, you rascal – I am Compar'd to old English roast beef? a justice of the peace; and if I bear a word Carl. 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 bas What servants you want, you'll find in our fair; an intrigue with: but I bope you will not be Men and maids fit 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 your And, as for the wages, we shan't disagree. father make a fool of bimself any longer.

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

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

recommended to instruct me; I could not to

him out when he came to offer his service; Enter LUCINDA and EUSTACE. and did not know what answer to give him 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 lie creature under the roof besides ourselves. Brother, he is no more a music-masler, the

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 than ready.

the fellow himself, do you ? and you will be Luc. 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! ha now feels

Was ever such a poor stupe! Well

, and what Luc. Oh, to be sure, promise and vow; it does he look like, then ? But I sounds pretlily, and never fails to impose upon mean he is not dressed like a music-master a fond female.

Why, you silly wretch, these whipper-snappen Eust. Well, I see you've a mind to divert set up for gentlemen now-a-days, and gift yourself with me; but I wish I could prevail themselves as many airs as if they were on you to be a little 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 bave promised to run away with have some settled habitation-'Where do you 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 me Luc. Why that, I confess, requires some examine him a little. consideration.

Jus. W. You shan't say a word to him, you Eust. Yet remember, while you are deliber- shan't say a word to bin. ating, the season, now so favourable to us, Mrs. D. She says he was recommended here. may elapse, never to return.

brother; ask bim by wbom.

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

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

suppose you


ous woman.


Mrs. D. Who bid you speak, Mrs. Nimble- Then boity-toity, hops? I suppose the man has a tongue in Whisking, frisking, is 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. roman'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 rant to stay: but, remember, I tell you, you now; but I could do a litile at them once;-rill make yourself ridiculous in this affair: Well, stay and eat your dinner, and we'll or through your own obstinacy, you will have talk about your teaching ibe girl-Lucy, take our daughter run away with, before your face, your master to your spinnet, and show him Jus. V. My daughter! who will run away what you can do-I must go and give some rith my daughter?

orders; then hoity-toity, etc.

[Exit. Mrs. D. That fellow will.

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

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

Eust. Think of it! I am in amaze. Jus. W. Ay, she judges of others by herself; Luc. O your awkwardness! I was frightenremember when she was a girl, her mother ed out of my wils, lest you should not take ared not trust her the length of her apron- the bint; and, if I had not turned matters so ring; she was clambering upon every fel- cleverly, we should have been utterly undone. w'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 belter to have discovered the truth.

Luc. Yes, and never have seen one another

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

do; he has taken it into his head I have no If you rave 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? Flow happy the lass,

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

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

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

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

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

Eust. Had not I better go to your father? apes. [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 put me in.

[Excunt. r business; a troublesome, foolish creature, les she think I want to be directed by her?

SCENE II.-A Garden. Come hitber, my lad, you look tolerable

Enter Rosetta, musing. nest. Eust. I hope, sir, ! shall never give you condition, surely I am.

Ros. If ever, poor crcalure was in a pitiable

The devil take this use to alter your opinion.

fellow, I cannot get him out of my head; and Jus. W. No, no, I'am not easily deceived, yet I would fain persuade myself I don't care am generally pretty right in my conjectures. for him: well, but surely l am not in love: You must know, I had once a little notion let me examine my heart'a little: I saw him music myself, and learned upon the fiddle; kissing one of the maids the other day ; I could could play the Trumpet Minuet, and But-have boxed his ears for it, and have done ed Peas, and two or three tunes, I remem- nothing but find fault and quarrel with the r, when I was in London, about thirty years girl ever since. Why was I uncasy at his ó, there was a song, a great favourite at ioying with another woman? what was it to r club at Nando's Coffee-house; Jack Pickle me? Then I dream of him almost every night ed to sing it for us, a droll fish! but 'lis an-but that may proceed from his being geneI thing, lodare swear you have heard of it rally uppermost in my thoughts all day : -Oh! en.

worse and worse!- Well, he is certainly a A IR.

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

only, put the case, if he was not a servant, Oh! 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 Oh! I took her so lovingly round the waist, not a scrvant - 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 hugg'd'and bauld,

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

No headstrong passion knows;


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 her;

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 somewbau Enter Young MEADOWS.

easier: I am glad I have come to this explaYoung M. Do you come into the garden, nation with him, because it puts an end to 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 herself and sun seems to have hid himself a little, to give intolerable: I find now the cause of her be you an opportunity of supplying his place. baviour; she despises the meanness of my con

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

Young M. Corne, 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 what than that. In short, I love you; there is no to make of it: I believe he is heartily morti more to be said: I am angry with myself for fied, but I must not pity bim. 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 ber, and leave the house directlyRos. Really, Mr. Thomas, this is very im- Mrs. Rosetta-[Starling back]-Plague oni 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 it. Ros. O Lord! he will walk round this way Young M. Perhaps you don't like me? pray go about your business; I would not fra Ros. Well, perhaps I don't.

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

across the parterre, and can't hobble here the Rós. Confess! indeed I shall confess no such half bour: I must and will have a little cos 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 greenbous to what purpose; only, it would be a satis- at the lower end of the canal; I have some faction to me to bear you say so; that's all. thing to communicate to you of important

Ros. Why, if I did love you, I can assure Will you meet me there? you, you would never be the belter for it- Bos. Meet you! Women are apt enough to be weak! we can- Young M. Ay; I have a secret to tell you not always answer for our inclinations, but it and I swear, from that moment, there sball 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 ure Young M. Nay, but promise. obstacles in the way that cannot be surmounted- Ros. What signifies promising; I may brea

Young M. Oh! to be sure, Mrs. Rosetta, 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 you I-know sery well you and I can never come let me desire you to believe, I love you moa together.

than ever man loved woman ; and that whe Ros. Well then, since thal is the case, as I relinquish you, I give up all that can ma I assure you it is, I think we had better be- my life supportable. bave 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 heart.

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

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

Farewell—but know, though thus we part 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.
Young M. Why, I believe it is—Well, Mrs.

Enter Justice WOODCOCK.

Ros. What can this be that he wants DUET T.

tell me? I have a strange curiosity to hear it 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 thro Young M. Yet let me complain

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

ell again.

Jus. W. Ay, where are you running so fast? | Ros. Won't you, sir?
Ros. I was only going into the house, sir. Jus. V. Not I.
Jus. W. Well, but come here ; come here, Ros. But won't you indeed, sir?

say. [Looking about] How do you do, Jus. W. Why I tell you I won't. losetta?

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

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

[Exit. ainted.

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. What brings you into this garden bis worship playing at romps! - Your servant, o often, Rosetta? I hope you don't get eating sir. reen fruit and trash; or have you a banker- Jus. W. Ha! friend Hawthorn! og after some lover in dowlass, who spoils Haw. I hope I don't spoil sport, neighbour: ny trees by engraving truelovers'-knots on them, I thought I had the glimpse of a petticoat as rith your horn- and buck-handled knives? Í I came in here. ee your name written upon the ceiling of the Jus. W. Oh! the maid. Ay, she has been ervants'-hall, with the smoke of a candle; gathering a sallad–But come hither, master nd I suspecte

Mawthorn, 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. nother guess mind, I assure you; for I have Haw. No, no, I am no judge of it; besides, eard say, men are false and fickle

I want to talk to you a little more about this Jus. W. Ay, that's your flaunting, idle, —Tell me, sir Justice, were you helping your oung fellows; so they are: and they are so maid to gather a sallad here, or consulting

in ave any thing to say to them; besides, ali ba! Let me see, all among the roses; 'egad, i hat they want is something to brag of, and like your notion: but you look a little blank

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

AIR. -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 sough I have known many a man turned of

like this; areescore with a hale constitution.

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

kiss? ne gout, have a good, strong, substantial, The greatest and gravest-a truce with gririnter cough-and I should noi like him thé rorse-if he had a small touch of the rheumatism. Would do the same thing, were they in the Jus. W. Pho, pho, Rosetta, ibis 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, hussy.

all Indian, all Cherokee language to me; I Ros. Dear sir, consider what has a poor don't understand a word of it. ervant to depend on but her character? And Harv. No, may be not: well, sir, will you

have heard you gentlemen will talk one thing read this letter, and try whether you can unefore, and another after.

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

Letter] Yes, it is to me; and yet I am 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, Roselta, 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. bit.


Sir,-I am ashamed of giving you this Young I 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 not, 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, though 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.







you any harm.


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