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his secret could not be with his father; his wants are publick there.-Guardian, your servant-0 Charles, zre you there? I know by that sorrowful countenance of thine the old man's fist is as close as his strong box -But I'll help thee.
Sir Fran. So! here's another extravagant coxcomb that will spend his fortune before he comes to't, but he shall pay swinging interest, and so let the fool go on.-Well, what, does necessity bring you too, sir?
Mar. You have hit it, Guardian-I want a hundred pounds.
Sir Fran. For what ?
Mar. Pogh! for a hundred things; I cann't for my life tell you for what.
Cha. Sir, I suppose I have received all the answer I am like to have.
Mar. Oh the devil! if he gets out before me I shall lose him again.
Sir Fran. Ay, sir, and you may be marching as soon as you please I must see a change in your temper, ere you find one in mine.
Mar. Pray, sir, dispatch me; the money, sir; I'm in mighty haste.
Sir Fran. Fool, take this and go to the cashier. I sha'n't be long piagu'd with thee. [Gives him a note.
Mar. Devil take the cashier! I shall certainly have Charles gone before I come back. [Runs out.
Cha. Well, sir, I take my leave—but remember you expose an only son to all the miseries of wretched
poverty, which too often lays the plan for scenes of mischief.
Sir Fran. Stay, Charles ! I have a sudden thought come into my head may prove to thy advantage.
Cha. Ha! does he relent?
Sir Fran. My lady Wrinkle, worth forty thousand pounds, sets up for a handsome young husband; she prais'd thee t'other day; tho’ the matchmakers can get twenty guineas for a sight of her I can introduce thee for nothing.
Cha. My lady Wrinkle, sir! why, she has but one eye.
Sir Fran. Then she'll see but half your extrava.
Cha. Condemn me to such a piece of deformity! a toothless, dirty, wry-neck'd, hunch-back'd, hag!
Sir Fran. Hunch-back'd! so much the better I then she has a rest for her misfortunes, for thou wilt load her swingingly. Now, I warrant, you think this is no offer of a father; forty thousand pounds is nothing
Cha. Yes, sir, I think it is too much; a young beautiful woman with half the money would be more agree. able.--I thank you, sir; but you chuse better for yourself I find.
Sir Fran. Out of my doors, you dog! you pretend to meddle with my marriage, sirrah !
Cha. Sir, I obey; but-
me for money again-refuse forty thousand pounds! Out of my doors I say, without reply. [Exit Cha.
Enter MARPLOT running.
Sir Fran. Yes, and I desire your wise worship to walk after him.
Mar. Nay, egad I shall run, I tell you that. A pox of the cashier for detaining me so long! Where the levil shall I find him now? I shall certainly lose this ecret, and I had rather by half lose my money, -Where hall I find him now- D'ye know where Charles is
gone, Gardy? I Sir Fran. Gone to the devil, and you may go after him. .
Mar. Ay that I will as fast as I can. [Going returns.] Have you any commands there, Gardy?
[Ex. Sir Fran. What, is the fellow distracted ?
Enter Servant. * Serv. Sir George Airy inquires for you, sir. Sir Fran. Desire sir George to walk up.
-Now for a trial of skill that will make me happy and him a fool. Ha, ha, ha! In my mind he looks like an ass already.
Enter Sir GEORGE. Well, sir George, do you hold in the same mind, or would you capitulate? ha, ha, ha! Look, here are the guineas; [Chinks them.] la, ha, ha!
Sir Geo. Not if they were twice the sum, sir Francis, therefore be brief, call in the lady, and take yo
Sir Fran. Agreed. Miranda !
Sir Geo. If she's a woman, and not seduc'd b craft to this old rogue, I'll make his heart ac of she has but one grain of inclination about vary a thousand shapes but find it.
Enter MIRANDA and Sir FRANCIS. Sir Fran. There, sir George, try your fortul
[Takes out his Sir Geo. So from the eastern chambers bre: sun, dispels the clouds, and gilds the vales be
[Salut Sir Fran. Hold, sir; kissing was not in our ment.
Sir Geo. Oh! that's by way of prologue. Pry old mammon, to thy post.
Sir Fran. Well, young Timon, 'tis now four exa ten minutes, remember, is your utmost limit i 1 minute more. [Retires to the bottom of the s
Sir Geo. Madam, whether you'll excuse or b my love, the author of this rash proceeding, dep upon your pleasure, as also the life of
admi your sparkling eyes speak a heart susceptible of 1 your vivacity a soul too delicate to admit the embr of decayed mortality,
Miran. aside.] Ohl that I durst speak
Sir Geo. Shake off this tyrant guardian's yoke; sume yourself, and dash his bold aspiring hopes. I deity of his desires is avarice, a heretick in love, a
ought to be banish'd by the queen of beauty. See, madam, a faithful servant kneels, and begs to be admitted in the number of your slaves.
[Miranda gives him her hand to raise him. Sir Fran. “I wish I could hear what he says now.” [Running up.] Hold, hold, hold! no palming, that's contrary to articles
Sir Geo. 'Sdeath, sir, keep your distance, or I'll write another article in your guts.
[Lays his hand to his sword. Sir Fran. going back.] A bloody-minded fellow.
Sir Geo. Not answer me! perhaps she thinks my address too grave : I'll be more free-Can you be so unconscionable, madam, to let me say all these fine things to you without one single compliment in return? View me well; am I not a proper handsome fellow, ha ? can you prefer that old, dry, wither’d, sapless log of sixty-five to the vigorous, gay, sprightly love of twenty-four? With snoring only he'll awake thee, but I with ravishing delight would make thy senses dance in concert with the joyful minutes-Ha! not yet ? “ Sure she's dumb"-Thus would I steal and touch thy beauteous hand, [Takes hold of her hand.] 'till by degrees I reach'd thy snowy breasts, then ravish kisses thus.
Embraces her with ecstacy. Miran, struggles, and flings from him.] Oh, heavens! I shall not be able to contain myself. [ Aside.
Sir Fran. running up with his watch in his hand.] Sure she did not speak to him-There's five of the ten