Const. Why, neighbour, I don't find that he's guilty: search him; and if he carries no arms about him, we'll let him go.

[They search his pockets, and pull out his pistols.

Clin. sen. Oh, gemini! My Jubilee pistols !
Const. What, a case of pistols !

Then the case is

plain. Speak, what are you, sir? Whence came you, and whither go you?

Clin. sen. Sir, I came from Russel-Street, and am going to the Jubilee.

Wife. You shall go to the gallows, you rogue. Const. Away with him, away with him to Newgate, straight.

Clin. sen. I shall go to the Jubilee now, indeed.

Re-enter WILDAIR and STANDARD.

[Exeunt.

Wild. In short, colonel, 'tis all nonsense: fight for a woman! Hard by is the lady's house, if you please we'll wait on her together: you shall draw your sword; I'll draw my snuff-box: you shall produce your wounds received in war; I'll relate mine by Cupid's dart: "you shall look big; I'll ogle:" you shall swear; I'll sigh: you shall sa, sa, and I'll coupée; and if she flies not to my arms like a hawk to its perch, my dancing-master deserves to be damned.

Stand. With the generality of women, I grant you, these arts may prevail.

Wild. Generality of women! Why there again,

you're out. They're all alike, sir: I never heard of any one that was particular, but one.

Stand. Who was she, pray?

Wild. Penelope, I think she's called, and that's a poetical story too. When will you find a poet in our age make a woman so chaste?

Stand. Well, Sir Harry, your facetious humour can disguise falsehood, and make calumny pass for satire; but you have promised me ocular demonstration that she favours you: make that good, and I shall then maintain faith and female to be as inconsistent as truth and falsehood.

Wild. "Nay, by what you told me, I am satisfied "that she imposes on us all: and Vizard too seems "what I still suspected him: but his honesty once "mistrusted, spoils his knavery.”- -But will you be

convinced, if our plot succeeds.

Stand. I rely on your word and honour, Sir Harry; "which if I doubted, my distrust would cancel the "obligation of their security."

Wild. Then meet me half an hour hence at the Rummer; you must oblige me by taking a hearty glass with me toward the fitting me out for a certain project, which this night I undertake.

Stand. I guess, by the preparation, that woman's the design.

Wild. Yes, 'faith.-I am taken dangerous ill with two foolish maladies, modesty and love: the first I'll cure with Burgundy, and my love by a night's lodging with the damsel. A sure remedy. Probatum est.

Stand. I'll certainly meet you, sir.

[Exeunt severally.

Enter CLINCHER Junior and DICKY.

Clin. Ah, Dicky, this London is a sad place, a sad vicious place: I wish that I were in the country again. And this brother of mine-I'm sorry he's so great a rake: I had rather see him dead than see him thus.

Dick. Ay, sir, he'll spend his whole estate at this same Jubilee. Who d'ye think lives at this same Jubilee?

Clin. Who, pray?

Dick. The Pope.

Clin. The devil he does! My brother go to the place where the Pope dwells! He's bewitched, sure!

Enter TOM ERRAND in CLINCHER Senior's Clothes. Dick. Indeed, I believe he is, for he's strangely altered.

Clin. Altered! Why he looks like a Jesuit already.

Err. This lace will sell. What a blockhead was the fellow to trust me with his coat! If I can get cross the garden, down to the water-side, I am pretty [Aside. Clin. Brother!-Alaw! Oh, gemini! Are you my brother?

secure.

Dick. I seize you in the king's name, sir. Err. Oh, lord! should this prove some parliament man now!

Clin. Speak, you rogue, what are you?

Err. A poor porter, sir, and going of an errand.
Dick. What errand? Speak, you rogue.

Err. A fool's errand, I'm afraid.

Clin. Who sent you?

Err. A beau, sir.

Dick. No, no; the rogue has murdered your brother, and stripped him of his clothes.

Clin. Murdered my brother! Oh, crimini! Oh, my poor Jubilee brother! Stay, by Jupiter Ammon, I'm heir tho'. Speak, sir, have you killed him? Confess that you have killed him, and I'll give you half a

crown.

Err. Who, I, sir? Alack-a-day, sir, I never killed any man, but a carrier's horse once.

Clin. Then you shall certainly be hanged; but confess that you killed him, and we'll let you go.

Err. Telling the truth hangs a man, but confessing a lie can do no harm: besides, if the worst come to the worst, I can but deny it again.-Well, sir, since I must tell you, I did kill him.

Clin. Here's your money, sir.-But are you sure you killed him dead?

Err. Sir, I'll swear it before any judge in England. Dick. But are you sure that he's dead in law?

Err. Dead in law! I cann't tell whether he be dead in law. But he's as dead as a door-nail; for I gave him seven knocks on the head with a hammer.

Dick. Thèn you have the estate by statute. Any man that's knocked o' th' head is dead in law.

Clin. But are you sure he was compos mentis when he was killed?

Err. I suppose he was, sir; for he told me nothing to the contrary afterwards.

Clin. Hey! Then I go to the Jubilee.-Strip, sir, strip. By Jupiter Ammon, strip.

Dick. Ah! don't swear, sir.

[Puts on his Brother's clothes.

Clin. Swear, sir! Zoons, ha'n't I got the estate, sir? Come, sir, now I'm in mourning for my brother. Err. I hope you'll let me go now, sir.

Clin. Yes, yes, sir; but you must do the favour to swear positively before a magistrate, that you killed him dead, that I may enter upon the estate without any trouble. By Jupiter Ammon, all my religion's gone, since I put on these fine clothes.-Hey, call me a coach somebody.

Err. Ay, master, let me go, and I'll call one immediately.

Clin. No, no; Dicky, carry this spark before a justice, and when he has made oath you may discharge him. And I'll go see Angelica. [Exeunt Dick and Errand.] Now that I'm an elder brother, I'll court, and swear, and rant, and rake, and go to the Jubilee with the best of them.

[Exit.

SCENE II.

LUREWELL'S House. Enter LUREWELL and PARLY.

Lure. Are you sure that Vizard had

my letter?