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Mir. O the garden of the world, Sir; Rome, Ori. Pr’ythee be quiet Bisarre; you know Naples, Venice, Milan, and a thousand others can be as mad as you when this Mirabel is out all fine.
of my head. Old Mir. Ay, say you so ? and they say, that Bis. I warrant now, you'll play the fool when Chiari is very fine too.
he comes, and say you love him; eh? Dur. Indifferent, Sir, very indifferent; a very Ori. Most certainly ;--1 can't disseinble, Biscurry air; the most unwholesome to a French sarre:- besides, 'tis past that, we're contracted. constitution in the world.
Bis. Contracted' alack-a-day, poor thing. What Mir. Pshaw, nothing on't; these rascally gazet- you have changed rings, or broken an old broadteers have misinformed you.
piece between you! Well, I must confess, I do Old Mir. Misinformed me! Oons, Sir, were love a little coquetting with all my heart ! my not we beaten there?
business should be to break gold with my lover • Mir. Beaten, Sir, the French beaten! one hour, and crack my, promise the next; he
Old Mir. Why, how was it, pray, sweet Sir ? should find me one day with a prayer-book in.my Mir. Sir, the captain will tell you.
hand, and with a play-book another; he should Dur. No, Sir, your son will tell you.
have my consent to buy the wedding-ring, and Mir. The captain was in the action, Sir. the next moment would laugh in his face.
Dur. Your son saw more than I, Sir, for he Ori. O my dear, were there no greater tie upon was a looker on.
my heart than there is upon my conscience, I Old Mir. Confound you both for a brace of would oon throw the contract out of doors; but cowards: here are no Germans to overhear you; the mischief on't is, I am so fond of being tied why don't ye tell me how it was ?
that I'm forced to be just, and the strength of my Mir. Why, then you must know, that we passion keeps down the inclination of my sex. marched up a body of the finest, bravest, well- | But here's the old gentleman. dressed fellows in the universe; our commanders at the head of us, all lace and feather, like so
Enter Old MIRABEL. many beaux at a ball—I don't believe there was a Old Mir. Where's my wenches? where's my man of 'em but could dance a charmer, morbleau. two little girls, eh? have a care, look to your
Old Mir. Dance! very well, pretty fellows, selves, faith, they're a coming, the travellers an faith!
a coming Well! which of you two will be Mir. We capered up to their very trenches, my daughter-in-law now ? Bisarre, Bisarre, what mnd there saw peeping over a parcel of scare say you, mad-cap? Mirabel is a pure wild fellow. crow, olive-coloured, gunpowder fellows, as ugly Bis. I like him the worse. as the devil.
Old Mir. You lie, hussy, you like bim the Dur. 'Egad, I shall never forget the looks of better, indeed you do: what say you, my t'other them while I have breath to fetch.
little Filbert, eh? Mir. They were so civil indeed as to welcome
Ori. I suppose the gentleman will choose for us with their cannon; but for the rest, we found himself, Sir. them such unmannerly, rude, unsociable dogs, that
Old Mir. Why, that 's discreetly said, and so we grew tired of their company, and so we even he shall. danced back again. Old Mir. And did ye all come back!
Enter Mirabel and Duretete, who salute the Mir. No, two or three thousand of us stayed
Bob, harkye, you shall marry one of these girls, Old Mir. Why Bob, why?
Sirrah. Mir. Pshaw-because they could not come Mir. Sir, I'll marry 'em both, if you please. that night. But come, Sir, we were talking of
Bis. He'll find that one may serve his turn. something else : pray how does your lovely charge,
(Aside. the fair Oriana ?
Old Mir. Both! Why, you young dog, d’ym Old Mir. Ripe, Sir, just ripe; you'll find it banter me ?—Come, Sir, take your choice. better engaging with her than with the Germans, Duretete, you shall have your choice too; but let me tell you. And what would you say, my Robin shall choose first. Come, Sir, begin. young Mars, if I had a Venus for thee too ? come,
Mir. Let me see. Bob, your apartment is ready, and pray let your Old Mir. Well! which d'ye like? friend be my guest too; you shall command the Mir. Both. house between ye, and I'll be as merry as the best
Old Mir. But which will you marry? (Ereunt.
Old Mir. Neither-Don't make me angry, now, ACT II.
Bob; pray don't make me angry:---Lookye, Sirrah,
if I don't dance at your wedding to-morrow, SCENE I.-OLD MIRABEL's House. shall be very glad to cry at your grave.
Mir. That's a bull, father.
Old Mir. A bull! Why, how now, ungrateBis. And you love this young rake, d'ye? ful Sir, did I make thee a man, that thou shouldat Ori. Yes.
make me a beast ? Bis. In spite of all his ill usage ?
Mir. Your pardon, Sir. I only meant your Ori. I can't help it.
expression. Bis. What's the matter wi' ye ?
Old Mir. Harkye, Bob, learn better mannen Ori. Pshaw!
to your father before strangers : I wont be angry Bis. O, hang all your Cassandras and Clea. this time.-But, oons, if ever you do't it again, patras for me. — Pr'ythee mind your airs, modes, you rascal, remember what I say. (Érif. and fashions; your stays, gowns, and feathers. Mir. Pshaw, what does the old fellow mean
by mewing me up here with a couple of green | Duretete? Dost hear this starched piece of aur girls ? Come, Duretete, will you go ?
terity? Ori. I hope, Mr. Mirabel, you han't forgot- Dur. She's mine, man; she's mine: my owa
Mir. No, no, Madam, I han't forgot; I have talent to a T. I'll match her in dialects, faith, brought you a thousand little Italian curiusities ; I was seven years at the university, man, nursed I'll assure you, Madam, as far as a hundred up with Barbara, Celarunt, Darii, Ferio, Baralip pistoles would reach, I ha'n't forgot the least cir- ton. Did you ever know, man, that 'twas meta
physics made me an ass? It was, faith. Had Ori. Sir, you misunderstand me.
she talked a word of singing, dancing, plays, Mir. Odso, the relics, Madam, from Rome. I fashions, or the like, I had foundered at the first do remember now you made a vow of chastity be- step; but as she is–Mirabel
, wish me joy. fore my departure; a vow of chastity or something Mir. You don't mean marriage, I hope ? like it; was it not, Madam ?
Dur. No, no, I am a man of more honour. Ori. O, Sir, I'm answered at present. (Erit. Mir. Bravely resolved, captain; now for thy Mir. She was coming full mouth upon me credit, warm me this frozen snow-ball, 't will be a with her contract-Would I might despatch conquest above the Alps. t'other.
(Tv DuR. Dru. But will you promise to be always neas Dur. Mirabel-that lady there, observe her, me? she's wondrous pretty, faith, and seems to have Mir. Upon all occasions, never fear. but few words; 1 like her mainly; speak to her, Dur. Why then you shall see me in two ma man, pr’ythee speak to her. (Apart to MIRABEL: ments make an induction from my love to her
Mir. Madam, here's a gentleman, who de- hand, from her hand to her mouth, from her clares,
mouth to her heart, and so conclude in her bed, Dur. Madam, don't believe him, I declare no categorematice.
(Esi. thing-What the devil do you mean, man? Mir. Now the game begins, and my fool is
Mir. He says, Madam, that you are as beauti- entered.—But here comes one to spoil my sport; ful as an angel
now shall I be teased to death with this old Dur. He tells a damned lie, Madam; I say no fashioned contract. I should love her too, if I such thing: are you mad, Mirabel ? ' Why, I might do it my own way; but she'll do nothing shall drop down with shame.
without witnesses, forsooth. I wonder women can Mir. And so, Madam, not doubting but your be so immodest. ladyship may like him as well as he does you, I think it proper to leave you together.
Enter ORIANA. (Going ; Dur. holds him. Well, Madam, why d'ye ye follow me ? Dur. Hold, hold—Why, Mirabel
, friend, sure Ori. Well, Sir, why do ye shun me? you wont be so barbarous as to leave me alone? Mir. 'Tis my humour, Madam, and I'm naPr’ythee speak to her for yourself, as it were. turally swayed by inclination. Lord, Lord, that a Frechman should want impu- Ori. Have you forgot our contract, Sir ? dence !
Mir. All I remember of that contract is, that Mir. You look mighty demure, Madam-She's it was made some three years ago, and that's deaf, captain.
(Apart to Dur. enough in conscience to forget the rest on't. Dur. I had much rather have her dumb. Ori. 'Tis sufficient, Sir, to recollect the passe
[Apart. ing of it; for in that circumstance I presume lies Mir. The gravity of your air, Madam, pro- the force of the obligation. mises some extraordinary fruits from your study, Mir. Obligations, Madam, that are forced upon which moves us with curiosity to inquire the subject the will are no tie upon the conscience; I was a of your ladyship's contemplation. "Not a word ! slave to my passion when I passed the instrument;
Dur. I hope in the Lord she's speechless; if but the recovery of my freedom makes the contract she be, she's mine this moment.--Mirabel
, d'ye void. think a woman's silence can be natural ?
Ori. Come, Mr. Mirabel, these expressions 1
(Apart. expected from the raillery of your humour, but Bis. But the forms that logicians introduce, I hope for very different sentiments from you and which proceed from simple enumeration, are honour and generosity. dubitable, and proceed only upon admittance- Mir. Lookye, Madam, as for my generosity, 'tis
Mir. Hoity-toity! what a plague have we here? at your service, with all my heart: I'll keep you a Plato in petticoats.
coach and six horses, if you please, only permit Dur. Ay, ay, let her go on, man; she talks in me to keep my honour to myself; for I can assure my own mother tongue.
you, Madam, that the thing called honour is a Bis. 'Tis exposed to invalidity from a con- circumstance absolutely unnecessary in a natural tradictory instance, looks only upon common correspondence between male and female; and operations, and is infinite in its termination. he's a madman that lays it out, considering its Mir. Rare pedantry:
scarcity, upon any such trivial occasions. There's Dur. Axioms ! Axioms ! Self evident princi- honour required of us by our friends, and honour ples.
due to our enemies, and they return it to us again; Bis. Then the ideas wherewith the mind is but I never heard of a man that left but an inch preoccupate.-O gentlemen, I hope you'll pardon of his honour in a woman's keeping, that could my cogitation ; I was involved in a profound point ever get the least account on't. Consider, Madar. of philosophy, but I shall discuss it somewhere you have no such thing among ye, and 'tis a else, being satisfied that the subject is not agreea main point of policy to keep no faith with repro ble to your sparks that profess the vanity of the bates—thou art a pretty little reprobate, and so times.
(Erit. get thee about thy business. Mir. Go thy way, good wife Bias: do you hear Ori. Well, Sir, even all this I will allow to the
griety of your temper; your travels have improved Ori. O Sir, I shall match ye: a good husband year talent of talking, but they are not of force, I makes a good wife at any time. hope, to impair your morals.
Mir. I'll rattle down your china about your Mir. Morals! Why there 'tis again now, I ears. tell thee, child, there is not the least occasion for Ori. And I'll rattle about the city to run you morals in any business between you and I-Don't in debt for more. you know, that of all commerce in the world there Mir. I'll tear the lace off your clothes, and is no such cozenage and deceit as in the traffic when you swoon for vexation, you shan't have a between man and woman? We study all our penny to buy a bottle of hartshorn. lives long how to put tricks upon one another Ori. And you, Sir, shall have hartshorn in No fowler lays abroad more nets for his game, nor abundance. 3 hunter for his prey, than you do to catch poor Mir. I'll keep as many mistresses as I have innocent men-Why do you sit three or four coach-horses. hours at your toilette in a morning ? only with a Ori. And I'll keep as many gallants as you villanous design to make some poor fellow a fool have grooms. before night. What d’ye sigh for? What d'ye Mir. But, sweet Madam, there is such a thing weep for? What d'ye pray for? Why, for a as a divorce. husband. That is, you implore Providence to Ori. But, sweet Sir, there is such a thing as assist you in the just and pious design of making alimony; so, divorce on, and spare not. [Erit. the wisest of his creatures a fool, and the head of Mir. Ay, that separate maintenance is the the creation a slave.
devil—that's their refuge-o'my conscience, one Ori. Sir, I am proud of my power, and am re- would take cuckoldom for a meritorious action, solved to use it.
because the women are so handsomely rewarded Mir. Hold, hold, Madam, not so fast-As you for't.
[Erit. have variety of vanities to make coxcombs of us, so we have vows, oaths, and protestations, of all
Enter DURETETE and Petit. sorts and sizes, to make fools of you. And this, Dur. And she's mighty peevish, you say? in short, my dear creature, is our present condition. Pet. O Sir, she has a tongue as long as my I have sworn and lied briskly to gain my ends of leg, and talks so crabbedly, you would think she you; your ladyship has patched and painted vio always spoke Welsh. lently to gain your ends of me.—But since we are Dur. That's an odd language methinks for both disappointed, let us make a drawn battle, and her philosophy. part clear on both sides.
Pet. But sometimes she will sit you half a day Ori. With all my heart, Sir; give me up my without speaking a word, aird talk oracles all the contract, and I'll never see your face again. while by the wrinkles of her forehead, and the Mir. Indeed I won't, child.
motions of her eyebrows. Ori. What, Sir, neither do one nor t’other? Dur. Nay, I shall match her in philosophical
Mir. No; you shall die a maid, unless you ogles, faith; that's my talent : I can talk best, you please to be otherwise upon my terms.
must know, when I say nothing. Ori. Sir, you're a
Pet. But d'ye ever laugh, Sir ? Mir. What am I, mistress ?
Dur. Laugh? Won't she endure laughing? Ori. A villain, Sir!
Pet. Why she's a critic, Sir; she hates a jest, Mir. I'm glad on't-I never knew an honest for fear it should please her; and nothing keeps fellow in my life, but was a villain upon these oc- her in humour but what gives her the spleen. pasions.-Ha’n’t you drawn yourself now into a And then for logic, and all that, you knowvery pretty dilemma? Ha, ha, ha! the poor lady Dur. Ay, ay, I'm prepared : I have been has made a vow of virginity, when she thought practising hard rds, and no sense, this hour, to of making a vow for the contrary. Was ever entertain her. poor woman so cheated into chastity ?
Pet. Then place yourself behind this screen, Ori. Sir, my fortune is equal to yours, my that you may have a view of her behaviour before friends as powerful, and both shall be put to the
you begin. test, to do me justice.
Dur. I long to engage her, lest I should forget Mir. What! you'll force me to marry you,
Pet. Here she comes, Sir, I must fly. Orin Sir, the law shall.
(Erit Petit; DURETETE stands peeping Mir. But the law can't force me to do any
behind the curtain. thing else, can it ? Ori. Pshaw, I despise thee-monster.
Enter BISARRE, with a book, and Maid. Mir. Kiss and be friends then-Don't cry, child, Bis. Pshaw, hang books, they sour our temper, and you shall have your sugar-plum—Come, Ma- spoil our eyes, and ruin our complexions. dam, d'ye think I could be so unreasonable as to
[Throws away the book. make you fast all your life long? No, I did but
Dur. Eh! the devil such a word there is in all jest, you shall have your liberty; here, take your
Aristotle. contract, and give me mine.
Bis. Come, wench, let's be free, call in the Ori. No, I won't.
fiddler, there's nobody near us. Mir, Eh! What, is the girl a fool ?
Dur. Would to the Lord there was not. Ori. No, Sir, you shall find me cunning enough Bis. Here, friend, a minuet !-quicker time; to do myself justice; and since I must not depend ha-would we had a man or two. upon your love, I'll be revenged, and force you to Dur. [Stealing away.) You shall have the marry me out of spite.
devil sooner, my dear dancing philosopher ! Mir. Then I'll beat thee out of spite; and make Bis. Od's my life !-Here's one. a most confounded husband.
(Pulls him back.
Dur. Is all my learned preparation come to Bis. Sir, your intention of waiting on me wo thisa
the greatest affront imaginable, howe'er your exBis. Come, Sir, don't be ashamed, that's my pressions may turn it to a compliment; your visit
, good boy-you're very welcome, we wanted such Sir, was intended as a prologue to a very scurvy a one-Come, strike up: I know you dance well, play, of which Mr. Mirabel and you so handsomely Sir, you're finely shaped for't-Come, come, Sir; laid the plot.-"Marry! No, no, I'm a man of quick, quick, you miss the time else.
more honour.” Where's your honour ? Where's Dur. But, Madam, I came to talk with you. your courage now? Ads my life, Sir, I have a
Bis. Ay, ay, talk as you dance, talk as you great mind to kick you.-Go, go to your fellowdance, come,
rake now, rail at my sex, and get drunk for vera Dur. But we were talking of dialectics. tion, and write a lampoon–But I must have you
Bis. Hang dialectics—Mind the time-quick- to know, Sir, that my reputation is above the e, sirrah. To the fiddler.] Come—and how scandal of a libel, my virtue is sufficiently approx d'ye find yourself now, Sir ?
ed to those whose opinion is my interest: and, for Dur. In a fine breathing sweat, doctor. the rest, let them talk what they will; for when
Bis. All the better, patient, all the better- I please, I'll be what I please, in spite of you and Come, Sir, sing now, sing; I know you sing well; all mankind; and so, my dear man of honour, if I see you have a singing face, á heavy, dull, you be tired, con over this lesson, and sit there sonata face.
till I come to you.
(Runs of Dur. Who, I sing?
Dur. Tum ti dum. (Sings.) Ha, ha, ha!
Bis. O, you're modest, Sir-but come, sit “Ads my life, I have a great mind to kick you?" down; closer, closer.--Here, a bottle of wine- -Oons and confusion ! [Starts up.) Was ever Come, Sir, fa, la, la ; sing, Sir.
man so abused ?-Ay, Mirabel set me on. Dur. But, Madam, I came to talk with you. Bis. O Sir, you shall drink first. Come, fill
Re-enter Petit. me a bumper-here, Sir, bless the king.
Pet. Well, Sir, how d'ye find yourself? Dur. Would I were out of his dominions! By Dur. You son of a nine-eyed whore, d’ye come this light, she'll make me drunk too. (Aside. to abuse me? I'll kick you with a vengeance,
Bis. O pardon me, Sir, you shall do me right; you dog. fill it higher.—Now, Sir, can you drink a health
[Petit runs off, and Dur. after hitta. under your leg? DurRare philosophy that, faith.
ACT III. Bis. Come, off with it to the bottom.--Now,
SCENE I.-The same, how d'ye like me, Sir ? Dur. O, mighty well, Madam!
Enter OLD MIRABEL and MIRABEL Bis. You see how a woman's fancy varies; sometimes splenetic and heavy, then gay and Old Mir. Bob, come hither, Bob. frolicsome.
And how d'ye like the humour ? Mir. Your pleasure, Sir ? Dur. Good Madam, let me sit down to answer Old Mir. Are not you a great rogue, sirrah? you, for I am heartily tired.
Mir. That's a little out of my comprehension, Bis. Fie upon't ; a young man, and tired! up, Sir; for I've heard say that I resemble my father
. for shame, and walk about;
action becomes us-a Old Mir. Your father is your very humble little faster, Sir-What d'ye think now of my slave- I tell thee what, child, thou art a very lady La Pale, and lady Coquet, the duke's fair pretty fellow, and I love thee heartily; and a very daughter? Ha! Are they not brisk lasses ? great villain, and I hate thee mortally. Then there is black Mrs. Bellair, and brown Mir. Villain, Sir! Then I must be a very impu Mrs. Bellface.
dent one, for I can't recollect any passage of my Dur. They are all strangers to me, Madam. life that I'm ashamed of. Bis. But let me tell you,
Sir, that brown is not Old Mir. Come hither, my dear friend; dost always despicable.
see this picture? (Shoros him a little picture. Dur. Upon my soul, I don't
Mir. Oriana's! Pshaw! Bis. And then you must have heard of the Old Mir. What Sir, won't you look upon 't ? English beau, Spleenamore, how unlike a gentle. -Bob, dear Bob, pr’ythee come hither nora
Dost want any money, child ? Dur. Hey-not a syllable on't, as I hope to be Mir. No, Sir. saved, Madam.
Old Mir. Why then here's some for thee; Bis. No! why then play me a jig. Come, Sir. come here now- -How canst thou be so hark
Dur. By this light, I cannot; faith, Madam, I hearted, an unnatural, unmannerly rascal (dont have sprained my leg.
mistake me, child, I an't angry,) as to abuse this Bis. Then sit you down, Sir: and now tell me tender, lovely, good-natured, dear rogue ?what's your business with me? What's your Why, she sighs for thee, and cries for thee, pouts errand ?' Quick, quick, despatch-Odso, may for thee, and snubs for thee; the poor little heart be you are some gentleman's servant, that has of it is like to burst-Come, my dear boy, be brought me a letter, or a haunch of venison. good-natured like your own father, be now-and
Dur. 'Sdeath! Madam, do I look like a carrier ? then see here, read this—the effigies of the
Bis. O, cry you mercy; I saw you just now, lovely Oriana, with ten thousand pounds to her ( mistook you, upon my word: you are one of the portion- ten thousand pounds, you dog; ten travelling gentlemen--and pray, Sir, how do all thousand pounds, you rogue. How dare you all our impudent friends in staly?
refuse a lady with ten thousand pounds, you imDur. Madam, I came to wait on you with a pudent rascal ? more serious intention, than your entertainment Mir. Will you hear me speak, Sir ? has answered.
Old Mir. Hear you speak, Sir! If you had to
thousand tongues, you could not out-talk ten
Enter BISARRE. thousand pounds, Sir.
Bis. That dare I, Sir-I say that your son is a Mir. Nay, Sir
, if you won't hear me, I'll be wild, foppish, whimsical, impertinent coxcomb; gone, Sir! i'll take post for Italy this moment. oid Vir. Ah! the fellow knows I wont part would make it an Italian quarrel, and poison the
and were I abused as this gentleman's sister is, I with him. (Aside.) Well, Sir, what have you to whole family.
Dug. Come, Sir, 'tis no time for trifling; my Mir. The universal reception, Sir, that marriage has had in the world, is enough to fix it for affront, and your honour is concerned to see her
sister is abused, you are made sensible of the a public good, and to draw every body into the
redressed. common cause ; but there are some constitutions like some instruments, so peculiarly singular, that
Old Mir. Lookye, Mr. Dugard, good words they make terrible music hy themselves, but never go farthest. I will do your sister justice, but it do well in a concert.
must be after my own rate ; nobody must abuse Old Mir . Why this is reason, I must confess; dog,
yet he's nobody's puppy but my own.
my son but myself. For although Robin be a sad but yet it is nonsense too: for though you should
Bis. Ay, that 's my sweet-natured, kind old reason like an angel, if you argue yourself out of gentleman—[ Wheedling him.) We will be good a good estate, you talk like a fool. Mir. But, Šir, if you bribe into bondage with then, if you'll join with us in the plot.
Old Mir. Ah, you coaxing young baggage, the riches of Creesus, you leave me but a beggar what plot can you have to wheedle a fellow of for want of my liberty. Old Mir. Was ever such a perverse fool heard ?
sixty-three? 'Sdeath, Sir, why did I give you education ? was
Bis. A plot that sixty-three is only good for, to it to dispute me out of my senses? Of what bring other people together, Sir: a Spanish Piot, colour now is the head of this cane ?. You'll say must act the Spaniard, 'cause your son will least
less dangerous than that of eighty-eight; 'tis white, and ten to one make me believe it too suspect you; and if he should, your authority I thought that young fellows studied to get money.
Mir. No, Sir, I have studied to despise it; my protects you from a quarrel, to which Oriana ís reading was not to make me rich, but happy, Sir. unwilling to expose her brother. Old Jir. There he has me again now. (Aside.) business, Madam?
Old Mir. And what part will you act in the But, Sir, did not I marry to oblige you? Nir. To oblige me, Sir! In what respect, pray? fect changeling: these foolish hearts of ours spoil
, Sir. My friend is grown a perOld Mir. Why, to bring you into the world, our heads presently; the fellows no sooner turn Sir; wa'n't that an obligation ? Mir. And because I would have it still an and he may expect the most severe usage from
knaves, but we turn fools. But I am still myself; obligation, I avoid marriage. Old Mir. How is that, Sir ?
me, 'cause I neither love him nor hate him.”[Erit, Mir. Because I would not curse the hour I was
Old Mir. Well said, Mrs. Paradox; but, Sir, born.
who must open the matter to him? Old Mir. Lookye, friend, you may persuade And here he comes.
Dug. Petit, Sir, who is our engineer-general. me out of my designs, but I'll command you out of yours; and though you may convince my rea
Enter Petit. son that you are in the right, yet there is an old Pet. O, Sir, more discoveries! are all friends attendant of sixty-three, called positiveness, which about us? you, nor all the wits in Italy, shall ever be able to
Dug. Ay, ay, speak freely. shake: so, Sir, you're a wit, and I'm a father: you Pet. You must know, Sir
-Od's my life, may talk, but I'll be obeyed.
I'm out of breath; you must know, Sir-you Mir. This it is to have the son a finer gentleman must knowthan the father; they first give us breeding that Old Mir. What the devil must we know, Sir ? they don't understand, then they turn us out of Pet. That I have (Pants and blows.) bribed, doors 'cause we are wiser than themselves. But Sir, bribed—your son's secretary of state. I'm a little aforehand with the old gentleman. Old Mir. Secretary of state !—who's that, for [ Aside.) Sir, you have been pleased to settle a heaven's sake? thousand puunds sterling a year upon me; in Pet. His valet-de-chambre, Sir! you must know, return of which, I have a very great honour for Sir, that the intrigue lay folded up with his masyou and your family, and shall take care that ter's clothes, and when he went to dust the em your only and beloved son shall do nothing to broidered suit, the secret flew out of the right make him hate his father, or to hang himself
. pocket of his coat, in a whole swarm of your So, dear Sir, I'm your very humble servant. crambo songs, short-footed odes, and long-legged
(Runs of Pindarics. Old Mir. Here, sirrah, rogue, Bob, villain ! Old Mir. Impossible ! Enter DEGARD.
Pet. Ah, Sir, he has loved her all along; there
was Oriana in every line, but he hates marriage. Dug. Ah, Sir, 'tis but what he deserves.
Now, Sir, this plot will stir up his jealousy, and Old Mir. ''Tis false, Sir, he don't deserve it; we shall know by the strength of that how to what have you to say against my boy, Sir?
procend farther.-Come, Sir, let's about it with Dug. I shall only repeat your own words.
[Exeunt. Old Mir. What have you to do with my Words ? I have swallowed' my words already, 1 Enter MIRABEL and Bisarre, passing carelessly have eaten them up, and how can you come at
by one another. 'em, Sir ?—I say that Bob's an honest fellow, and Bis. I wonder what she can see in this fellow who dares deny it?
to like him!
(Aside. Vol. I. ...Ž