For the girl your sister. Harry Courl. Louisa! she Is pre-engag'd to my friend Frederic Worlace. Mr. Courl. Fool, what care I? I did not pre-engage her; Besides, have not my many lessons taught you That woman is too trivial or mischievous Hear me; for I can still restrain my rage! Affianc'd to the girl-Dare not to smile- Harry Courl. (ironically) How?-(seems to consi- Mr. Courl. No, puppy; but the sister of that oaf The peasant Robert. Harry Courl. (alarmed) She? why, sir, she too Is pre-engag'd! Mr. Courl. Silence, know heretofore I've wink'd at your attentions to the girl. Harry Courl. Then why, sir, now prohibit them? Because I thought love would like fire in time You must, you shall forget the low-born wench. But, sir, the very gold you prize so much Than in a great man's purse--I'd not condemn Too high to germe and ripen into truth; Mr. Courl. Good Harry, leave these cursed fanta. sies; For I have thought, and peradventure hit on Harry Courl. (ironically) Oh then I must resume a cheerful mein And yet the brow, sir, of a high-born damsel Mr. Courl. Jesting, sirrah, ha ! Mark me, you must, you shall forsake the girl! Harry Courl. Excuse me, sir-she has a treasure rich And inexhaustible. Mr. Courl. (with surprise) Hey, what, how, Harry? Harry Court. And yet she has drawn copiously from it To make so vain a purchase. Mr. Courl. You amaze me! What purchase, what? Harry Courl. (bowing) Your very humble servant. Mr. Courl. But how, my boy, how was the payment made? How issued? Harry Courl. In the fond effusions, sir, Of an o'erflowing soul (Mr. Courland stamps with rage) Pshaw, never mind: My heart is past all ransom—it is sold- Enter a servant. Serv. The honourable Mr. Scholium. Mr. Courl. The honourable Mr. Scholium! D-mnable luck-that he should come at this time, Find me perturb'd-so choleric, so pale! (to the servant) Request, do you hear, his honour to walk up. [exit servant For the present we will drop the subject, boy: Look at me, do I seem to have the ague? Harry Courl. The ague, my dear sir! you are as red As a fresh burning bush: passion becomes you. Mr. Courl. Then as to health I'll meet with a good face This son of wealth and plenty, Mr. Scholium; He is, no doubt, a paragon of high life Cloth'd in the finest broad cloth- -Hark, he comes! And I am so abash'd I feel constrain'd To avert my eyes from his superior presence. Re-enter servant. 'Mr. Courland (turning away his face, and awkwardly seizing the hand of the servant, whom he mistakes for Scholium) My far renown'd and condescending guest, I am your humble and obedient slave. (fearfully looking round, and discovering his mistake) Fool, scoundrel, where left you the gentleman ? Serv. Hobbling up stairs, your honour. Mr. Courl. Hobbling up stairs? Harry Courl. (ironically) His mighty bulk must be a clog to motion. Mr. Courl. I hear his footsteps. Enter Inference. Mr. Courl. (seizing his hand without venturing to observe his person) Honourable sir, Inference. Wherefore, to merit still your good opinion, I'll prove you are not qualified to write Your travels- -pray be coolShall I employ If you allow them, can be made to serve The fourth mood of the second figure; and Moonshine. Sir, plain English: You rise to words I do not understand. Moonshine. And yet your language flighty : Be brief. Inference. I will now for my negatives: Moonshine. (putting his hand to Inference's mouth.) And we have yet to feign a specious plea Inference. 'Tis true we once were in much better garb I mean when habited in borrowed suits, Moonshine. These letters say we are the sons of wealth. Inference. Hence the corollary we've to lament, That our scant semblance cannot but belie them. Enter HARRY COURLAND unperceived. Moonshine. (approaching a post) No matter—I've a remedy you here Observe the body of a post. Inference. (pretending to mistake Moonshine for the post) Oh yes, And the head too: (laying his hand on Moonshine's head) 'tis old and tottering. Moonshine. (seizing Inference's hand, and violently placing it on the post.) Blind man, you are wrong! this is the post-this, this. Inference. Oh granted-a self-evident position. (ironically) I have my fears it will not bear your weight. Moonshine. Sir! this insinuation-but, no mat ter The cord, which must be quite two yards in length- Moonshine. (without attending to the interruption) The cord we'll wind three times or more around Our three bodies. Inference. How? This must be demonstrated. Moonshine. Yours, mine-sir, you perplex me ! Inference. You must mean To include the body of the post, methinks. Moonshine. Why yes and then vociferate for aid As strenuously as the consumptive state Of our pulmonic organs will permit. Inference. Wherefore? Moonshine. To seem the feigned personages Depicted in our letters: you the great And honourable Mr. Scholium, I general Magnavantine. Inference. I a gentleman Decay'd, and you a routed general. Moonshine. Sir, will you listen? That after having valiantly repell❜d Inference. Of moths and bloody-minded gnats, |