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wept ?

Can she, this sacred tumult in her breast, But jest apart, for scandal forms these tales;
Turn father, freedom, virtue, all to jest ?' Falsehood be mute; let justice hold the scales.
Wake you, ye fair ones, from your sweet repose, Britons were ne'er enslavd by evil powers :
As wanton zephyrs wake the sleeping rose ? To peace and wedded love they give the midnigh
Dispel those clouds which o'er your eye-lids crept,

hours. Which our wise bard mistook, and swore you From slumbers pure no rattling dice can wake

'em: Shall she to macaronies life restore,

Who make the laws, were never known to break Who yawn'd, half dead, and curs'd the tragic

'em. bore?

'Tis false, ye fair, whatever spleen may say, Dismiss em smirking to their nightly haunt, That you down folly's tide are borne away. Where dice and cards their moon-struck minds You never wish at deep distress to sneer: enchant?

For eyes, though bright, are brighter through a Some, muffled like the witches in Mackbeth,

tear. Brood o'er the magic circle, pale as death! Should it e'er be this nation's wretched fate, Others the caldron go about-about!

To laugh at all that 's good, and wise, and great ; And ruin enters, as the fates run out.

Let genius rouse, the friend of humankind, Bubble, bubble,

To break those spells which charm and sink the Toil and trouble,

mind :
Passions burn,

Let comedy, with pointed ridicule,
And bets are double !

Pierce to the quick, each knave and vicious fool:
Double, double !

Let tragedy-a warning to the times,
Toil and trouble,

Lift high her dagger at exalted crimes ;
Passions burn,

Drive from the heart each base, unmanly passion,
And all is bubble.

Till virtue triumph in despite of fashion.





REMARKS. Tais play was performed in Ireland, 1764, under the title of “ The True-born Scotsman," and received the ap. plause due to its great merit. It was not till 1781 that official permission was obtained for its representation in London, where it has ever since eminently increased the delights of the rational and legitimate drama. Mr. Macklin sustained the character of Sir Pertinax Macsycophant, which was cousidered an unequalled performance, till the anpearance in it of the late Mr. Cooke, who is generally thought to have exceeded our author in his delineation of this arduous character.

Mr. Macklin's biographer says:-“Beside the merit of this piece in plot, character, sentiment, and diction, it is critically constructed in respect to the three unities of time, place, and action.-If many of our modern dramatic writers (as they are so pleased to call themselves) would consult this comedy as a model, they would be ashamed of dr ing so many heterogeneous characters together, so irrelevant to the general business of the scene. and which give the stage more the appearance of a caricature-shop, than a faithful representation of life and manners."


Mr. Freeman.
Mr. Alkins.



Mr. Waddy. SAM,

Mr. Cooke.
Mr. Murray.

Mr. Davenport LADY MacSYCOPHANT,
Mr. Beverley.

Mr. Brunton. BETTY HINT,
Mr. Abbott.


Mrs. H. Johnstone.
Miss Leserve.
Miss Brunton.
Mrs. Mallocks.
Miss Cor.

Scene.—Sir Pertinax Macsycophant's House, ten miles from London.


Bet. How is she now, Nanny ? Any better? SCENE I.-A Library.

Nan. Something—but very low spirited still. I

verily believe it is as you say. Enter Betty and FOOTMAN.

Bet. Nay, I would take my oath of it; I cannot Bet. The postman is at the gate, Sam; pray be deceived in that point, Nanny. Ay, she is step and take in the letters.

certainly breeding, depend upon it. Sam. John the gardener is gone for them, Mrs. Nan. Why, so the housekeeper thinks too. Betty.

Bet. Oh, if she is not, there is no bread in nine Bet. Bid John bring them to me, Sam; tell loaves; nay, I know the father, the man that him, I'm here in the library.

ruined her. Sam. I will send him to your ladyship in a Nan. The deuce you do! track, Madam.

[Exil Sam.

Bet. As sure as you are alive, Nanny, or I am Enter NANNY.

greatly deceived-and yet I can't be deceived Nan. Miss Constantia desires to speak to you, neither.--Was not that the cook that came gallorMistress Betty.

ing so hard over the common just now? VoL, I....G 5



Nan. The same: how very hard he galloped: 1 der what the deuce the men see in her--A creahe has been but three quarters of an hour, he says, ture that was taken in for charity! I ain sure she coming from Hyde-park-corner!

is not so handsome. I wish she was out of the Bet. And what time will the family be down? family once; if she was, I might then stand a chance

Nan. He has orders to have dinner ready by of being my lady's favourite myself. Ay, and five. There are to be lawyers, and a great deal perhaps of getting one of my young masters for a of company here-He fancies there is to be a sweetheart, or at least the chaplain--but as to private wedding to-night between our young him, there would be no such great catch, if I master Charles, and lord Lumbercourt's daughter, should get him. I will try for him, however: and the Scotch lady; who, he says, is just come from my first step shall be to let the docur know all Bath, on purpose to be inarried to him.

I have discovered about Constantia's intrigues Bet. Ay, Lady Rodolpha! nay, like enough, with her spark at Hadley-Yes, that will do; for for I know it has been talked of a good while- the doctor loves to talk with me, and always smiles Well, go tell Miss Constantia that I will be with and jokes with me, and he loves to hear me talk-her immediately.

And I verily believe, he! he! he! that he has a Nan. I shall, Mrs. Betty.

[Erit. sneaking kindness for me, and this story I know Bet. So! I find they all begin to suspect her will make him have a good opinion of my honescondition; that 's pure: it will soon reach my lady's ty- And that, I am sure, will be one step toears, I warrant.

wards--Oh! bless me, here he comes, and my Enter John, with Letters.

young master with him. I'll wateh an opportuniWell, John, ever a letter for me?

ty to speak with him, as soon as he is alone; for John. No, Mrs. Betty; but here's one for Miss I will blow her up, I am resolved, as great a Constantia.

favourite, and as cunning as she is. [Erit. Bet. Give it me-hum-My lady's hand. John. And here is one, which the postman

Enter EGERTON and SIDNEY. says is for my young master-But it is a strange Eger. I have done, Sir. You have refused. I direction. [Reads] To Charles Egerton, Esq. have nothing more to say upon the subject-I am

Bet, Oh, yes, yes! that is for Master Charles, satisfied. John; for he has dropped his father's name of Sid. Come, come, correct this warmth, it is the Macsycophant, and has taken up that of Egerton. only weak ingredient in your nature, and you The parliament has ordered it.

ought to watch it carefully. From your earliest Jorn. The parliament ! Pr’ythee, why so, Mrs. youth, your father has honoured me with the care Betty ?

of your education, and the general conduct of Bet. Why, you must know, John, that my your mind; and however singular and morose his lady, his mother, was an Egerton by her father; behaviour may be towards others, to me he has she stole a match with our old master. Sir Stan- ever been respectful and liberal. I am now under ley Egerton, that you just mentioned, dying an bis roof too; and because I will not abet an unold bachelor, and mortally hating our old master, warrantable passion, in direct opposition to your and the whole gang of the Macsycophants--he father's hopes and happiness, you blame-you left his whole estate to master Charles, who was angrily break from me, and call me unkind. his godson; but on condition though, that he Eger. Dear Sidney, for my warmth I stand should drop his father's name of Macsycophant, condemned, but for my marriage with Constantia, and take up that of Egerton; and that is the I think I can justify it upon every principle of reason, John, why the parliament has made him filial duty, honour, and worldly prudence. change his name.

Sid. Only make that appear, Charles, and you John. I am glad that master Charles has got know you may command me. the estate, however; for he is a sweet tempered Eger. I am sensible how unseemly it appears gentleman.

in a son, to descant on the unamiable passions of Bet. As ever lived—But come, John, as I a parent; but as we are alone, and friends, I canknow you love Miss Constantia, and are fond of not help observing in my own defence, that when being where she is, I will make you happy. You a father will not allow the use of reason to any shall carry her letters to her.

of his family-when his pursuit of greatness John. Shall I, Mrs. Betty ? I am very much makes him a slave abroad only to be a tyrant at obliged to you. Where is she?

home-and when, merely to gratify his own amBet. In the housekeeper's room, settling the bition, he would marry his son into a family be dessert.--Give me Mr. Egerton's letter, and I detests—sure, Sidney, a son thus circumstanced will leave it on the table in his dressing-room.-I | (from the dignity of human nature, and the feelsee it is from his brother Sandy. So, now go andings of a loving heart) has a right not only to deliver your letter to your sweetheart, John. protest against the blindness of the parent, but to

John. That I will; and I am much beholden pursue those measures that virtue and happiness to you for the favour of letting me carry it to her; point out. for though she would never have me, yet I shall Sid. The violent temper of Sir Tertinax, Iown, always love her, and wish to be near her, she is cannot on many occasions be defended; but still 80 sweet a creature-Your servant, Mrs. Betty. your intended alliance with lord Lumbercourt

[Erit. Eger. Oh! contemptible! a tritling, quuint, Bet. Your servant, John; ha! ha! ha! poor debauched, voluptuous, servile fool; the mere fellow, he perfectly doats on her; and daily follows lackey of party and corruption; who, for a mean, her about with nosegays and fruit—and the first slavish, factious prostitution of near thirty years, of every thing in the season-Ay, and my young and the ruin of a noble fortune, has had ihe desmaster, Charles, too, is in as bad a way as the picable satisfaction, and the infamous honour, of gardener--in short, every body loves her, and that being kicked up and kicked down-kicked in and is one reason why I hate her—for my part, I won-Tout-just as the insolence, compassion, or the

conveniency of leaders, predominated; and now intrusion; I hope I do not disturb your revebeing forsaken by all parties, -his whole political rence. consequence amounts to the power of franking a Sid. Not in the least, Mrs. Betty letter, and the right honourable privilege of not Bet. 1 humbly beg pardon, Sir;—but I-Ipaying a tradesman's bill.

I wanted to break my mind to your honour about Sid. Well, but dear Charles, you are not to a--a-a scruple--that-that lies upon my conwed my lord, but his daughter.

science--and indeed I should not have presumed Eger. Who is as disagreeable for a companion, to trouble you—but that I know you are my as her father is for a friend or an ally.

young master's friend, and my old master's friend, Sid. [Laughing.) What, her Scotch accent, and my lady's friend, and indeed a friend to the I suppose, oflends you ?

whole family-for to give you your due, Sir, you Eger. No;—upon my honour-not in the least. are as good a preacher as ever went into a pulpit. I think it entertaining in her—but were it other Sid. Ha! ha! ha! do you think so, Mrs. wise-in decency-and indeed in national atlec- Betty ? tion (being a Scotsman myself) I can have no Bet. Ay, in troth do 1—and as good a gentleobjection to her on that account—besides, she is man too as ever came into a family, and one that my near relation.

never gives a servant a hard word; nor that does Sid. So I understand. But, pray, Charles, any one an ill turn-neither behind one's back, how came Lady Rodolpha, who I find was born nor before one's face. in England, to be bred in Scotland ?

Sid. Ha! ha! ha! Why you are a mighty Eger. From the dotage of an old, formal, ob well spoken woman, Mrs. Betty; and I am stinate, stiff, rich, Scotch grandmother; who upon mightily beholden to you for your good character promise of leaving this grandchild all her fortune, of me. would have the girl sent to her to Scotland, when Bet. Indeed, Sir, it is no more than you deshe was but a year old; and there has she been bred serve, and what all the servants say of you. up ever since, with this old lady, in all the vanity, Sid. I am much obliged to them, Mrs. Betty. splendour, and unlimited indulgence, that fond- But pray what are your commands with me? ness and admiration could bestow on a spoiled Bet. Why, I will tell your reverence—to be child, a fancied beauty, and a pretended wit. And sure I am but a servant, as a body may say; and is this a woman fit to make my happiness ? this, every tub should stand upon its own bottom-the partner Sidney would recommend me for life? | but — to you, who best know me, I appeal.

[She takes hold of him familiarly, looking Sid. Why, Charles, it is a delicate point, unfit first about very cautiously, and speaks for me to determine--- besides, your father has set in a low familiar tone of great secrecy ] his heart upon the match

My young master is now in the china-room ;-in Eger. All that I know-But still I ask and close conference with Miss Constantia. I know insist upon your candid judgment — Is she the what they are about—but that is no business of kind of woman that you think could possibly con- mine-and therefore I made bold to listen a little, tribute to my happiness ? I beg you will give me because you know, Sir, one would be sure—before an explicit answer.

one took away any body's reputation. Sid. The subject is disagreeable--but since I Sid. Very true, Mrs. Betty-very true, indeed. must speak, I do not think she is.

Bet. Oh? heavens forbid that I should take Eger. I know you do not; and I am sure you away any young woman's good name, unless I never will advise the match.

had a reason for it-but, Sir-if I am in this place Sid. I never did I never will.

alive-as I listened with my ear close to the door, Eger. You make me happy-which I assure I heard my young master ask Miss Constantia you I never could be, with your judgment against the plain marriage question-Upon which I me in this point.

started—I trembled-nay, my very conscience Sid. But pray, Charles, suppose I had been stirred within me so that I could not help so indiscreet as to have agreed to marry you to peeping through the keyhole. Constantia, would she have consented, think you ? Sid. Ha! ha! ha! and so your conscience made

Eger. That I cannot say positively; but Iyou peep through the keyhole, Mrs. Betty! suppose so.

Bet. It did indeed, your reverence. And there Sid. Did you never speak to her then upon I saw my young master upon his knees-Lord that subject ?

bless us ! kissing her hand, as if he would eat it! Eger. In general terms only: never directly and protesting and assuring her he knew that requested her consent in form. But I will this your worship would consent to the match. And very moment-for I have no asylum from my then the tears ran down her cheeks as fastfather's arbitrary design, but by Constantia's Sid. Ay! arms. Pray do not stir from hence. I will re Bet. They did indeed, Sir ;-I would not tell turn instantly. I know she will submit to your your reverence a lie for the world. advice, and I am sure you will persuade her to Sid. I believe it, Mrs. Betty. And what did my wish; as my life, my peace, my earthly hap- Constantia say to all this? piness, depend on my Constantia. (Exit. Bet. Oh! oh! she is sly enough-She looks as

Sid. Poor Charles! he little dreams that I love if butter would not melt in her mouth-but all is Constantia too; but to what degree I knew not not gold that glitters-smooth water, you know, myself, till he importuned me to join their hands- runs deepest. I am sorry, very sorry indeed Yes, I love, but must not be a rival; for he is as my young master makes himself such a fooldear to me as fraternal fondness—My benefactor, but


-ha-take my word for it, he my friend!

is not the man—for though she looks as modest Enter Betty, running up to him. as a maid at a christening--yet-a-when sweetBet. I beg your worship's pardon for my hearts meet—in the dusk of the evening-and stay


together a whole hour in the dark grove-and Cor.. His prudence, you see, Sir, has made him and-aha! embrace—and kiss-and-weep at retire; therefore we had better defer the subject parting—why then-then you know-ah! it is till he is present-In the meantime, Sir, I hope easy to guess all the rest.

you will permit me to mention an affair that bas Sid. Why; diu Constantia meet any body in greatly alarmed and perplexed me.

I suppose this manner?

you guess what it is ? Bet. Oh! heavens! I beg your worship will not Eger. I do not, upon my word! misapprehend me! for I assure you, I do not be Con. That's a litile strange-You know, Sir, lieve they did any harm-that is, not in the grove that you and Mr. Sidney did me the honour of at least, not when I was there--and she may be breakfasting with me this morning in my little honestly married, for aught I know-She may be study. very honest, for aught I know-heaven forbid I Eger. We had that happiness, Madam. should say any harm of her-I only say—that Con. Just after you left me, upon my opening they did meet in the dark walk-and perhaps my book of accounts, which lay in the drawer of nine months hence-ay, remember, Sir-I said the reading desk, to my great surprise—I there that-a-certain person in this family--nine found this case of jewels, containing a most ele months hence—may ask me to stand godmother-gant pair of car-rings, a necklace of great value, only remember—for I think I know what's what, and two bank-bills, in this pocket-book ; the myswhen I see it, as well as another.

tery of which, Sir, I presume you can explain. Sid. No doubt you do, Mrs. Betty.

Eger. I can. Bet. I do indeed, Sir; and so your servant, Sir; Con. They were of your conveying, then ? [Going, returns.] but I hope your worsbip will Eger. They were,

Madam. not mention my name in this business ;--or that Con. I assure you, they startled and alarmed me. you had any item from me about it.

Eger. I hope it was a kind alarm, such as Sid. I shall not, Mrs. Betty.

blushing virtue feels, when with her hand she Bet. For indeed, Sir, I am no busy body, nor gives her heart—and last consent. do I love fending or proving—and I assure you, Con. It was not, indeed, Sir, Sir, I hate all titiling and tattling—and gossiping, Eger. Do not say so, Constantia-come, be and backbiting-and taking away a person's cha- kird at once; my peace and worldly bliss depend

upon this moment. Sid, I observe you do, Mrs. Betty.

Con. What would you have me do ? Bet. I do, indeed, Sir;-I am the furthest from Eger. What love and virtue dictate. it of any person in the world

Con. Oh! Sir-experience but too severely Sid. I dare say you are.

proves that such unequal matches as ours never Bet. I an, indeed, Sir; and so, Sir, your hum- produced aught but contempt and anger in parents, ble servant.

censure from the world-and-a long train of Sid. Your servant, Mrs. Betty.

sorrow and repentance in the wretched parties, Bet. So! I see he believes every word I say; which is but too often entailed upon their hapless that 's charming-I will do her business for her, i issue. am resolved.

(Aside: exit. Eger. But that, Constantia, cannot be our conSid. What can this ridiculous creature mean- dition ; for my fortune is independent and ample, by her dark walk ?-I see envy is as malignant equal to luxury and splendid folly; I have the in a paltry waiting wench, as in the vainest, or right to choose the partner of my heart. the most ambitious lady of the court. It is always Con. But I have not, Sir-I am a dependent an infallible mark of the basest nature; and merit, on my lady—a poor, forsaken, helpless orpban. in the lowest as in the highest station, must feel your benevolent mother found me, took me to her the shafts of envy's constant agents-falsehood bosom, and there supplied my parental loss with and slander.

every tender care, indulgent dalliance, and with Enter Sam.

all the sweet persuasion that maternal fondness, Sım. Sir, Mr. Egerton and Miss Constantia example, could administer.

religious precept, polished manners, and hourly

She fostered me; desire to speak with you in the china-room.

( Weeps ;] and shall I now turn viper, and with Sid. Very well, Sam. [Erit Sam.] I will not back'ingratitude sting the tender heart that thus see them--what's to be done ?-inforın his father has cherished me? Shall I seduce her house's of his intended marriage!--no;—that must not heir, and kill her peace ? No--though I loved to be—for the overbearing temper and ambitious the mad extreme of female fondness; though every policy of Sir Pertinax would exceed all bounds worldly bliss that woman's vanity or man's ambiof moderation. But this young man must not tion could desire, followed the indulgence of my marry Constantia—I know it will offend him—-10 love, and all the contempt and misery of this life matter. It is our duty to offend, when the offence the denial of that indulgence, I would discharge saves the man we love from a precipitate action.- my duty to my benefactress, my earthly guardian, Yes, I must discharge the duty of my function

my more than parent. and a friend, though I am sure to lose the man

Eger. My dear Constantia! Your prudence, whom I intend to serve.


your gratitude, and the cruel virtue of your selfdenial

, do but increase my love, my admiration, ACT II.

and my misery SCENE I.--A Library.

Con. Sir, I must beg you will give me leave to

return these bills and jewels, Enter EGERTON and CONSTANTIA.

Eger. Pray do not mention them; sure my Con Mr. Sidney is not here, Sir.

kindness and esteem may be indulged so far, withEger. I assure you 1 left him here, and I beg- out suspicion and reproach-1 beg you will accept ged that he would stay till I returned.

of them; nay, I insist

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