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me for money again—refuse forty thousand pounds! Out of my doors I say, without reply.

[Exit Cha.

Enter MARPLOT running.

Mar. Ha! gone! is Charles gone, Gardy? 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?

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?

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.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.] ha, ha, ha!

Sir Geo. Not if they were twice the sum, sir Francis,

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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 fortu [Takes out his Sir Geo. So from the eastern chambers brea sun, dispels the clouds, and gilds the vales be [Salut Sir Fran. Hold, sir; kissing was not in our


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; 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 your admi your sparkling eyes speak a heart susceptible of l your vivacity a soul too delicate to admit the embr of decayed mortality.

Miran. aside.] Oh! that I durst speak———

Sir Geo. Shake off this tyrant guardian's yoke; sume yourself, and dash his bold aspiring hopes. T 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.

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[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


minutes gone, sir George-Adad I don't like those close conferences

Sir Geo. More interruptions-you will have it, sir! [Lays his hand to his sword. Sir Fran. going back.] No, no; you sha'n't have her neither. [Aside. Sir Geo. Dumb still-sure this old dog has enjoin'd her silence. I'll try another way" I must conclude, "madam, that in compliance to your guardian's hu"mour you refuse to answer me. Consider the in"justice of his injunction.”—Madam, these few minutes cost me a hundred pounds--and would you answer me I could purchase the whole day so. How. ever, madam, you must give me leave to make the best interpretation I can for my money, and take the indication of your silence for the secret liking of my person; therefore, madam, I will instruct you how to keep your word inviolate to sir Francis, and yet answer me to every question: as for example, when I ask any thing to which you would reply in the affirmative, gently nod your head-thus, [Nods.] and when in the negative thus, [Shakes his head.] and in the doubtful, a tender sigh thus, [Sighs.]

Miran. How every action charms me-but I'll fit him for signs I warrant him. [Aside. "Sir Fran. Ha, ha, ha! poor sir George! ha, "ha, ha!" [Aside.

Sir Geo. Was it by his desire that you are dumb, madam, to all I can say? [Miranda nods.] Very well!

she's tractable I find-And is it possible that you can love him? [Miranda nods.] Miraculous! `Pardon the bluntness of my questions, for my time is short. May I not hope to supplant him in your esteem? [Miranda sighs.] Good! she answers me as I could wish.— You'll not consent to marry him then? [Miranda sighs.] How! doubtful in that?-Undone again-Humph! but that may proceed from his power to keep her out of her estate 'till twenty-five: I'll try that-Come, madam, I cannot think you hesitate in this affair out of any motive but your fortune-let him keep it 'till those few years are expired; make me happy with your person, let him enjoy your wealth.-[Miranda holds up her hands.] Why, what sign is that now? Nay, nay, madam, except you observe my lesson I cann't understand your meaning.

Sir Fran. What a vengeance! are they talking by signs 'ad I may be fool'd here. What do you mean, sir George?

Sir Geo. To cut your throat if you dare mutter another syllable

Sir Fran. 'Od I wish he were fairly out of my house!


Sir Geo. Pray, madam, will you answer me to the purpose? [Miranda shakes her head, and points to sir Francis.] What does she mean? she won't answer me to the purpose, or is she afraid yon' old cuff shou'd understand her signs?ay, it must be that. I perceive, madam, you are too apprehensive of the promise you have made to follow my rules, therefore I'll

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