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Compar'd with this abode a dungeon, for then the light of Heaven would be shut out completely.
Mr. Courl. If you agree to my proposals, say so, If nota
Robert. You'll let me linger here, try to break your own son's heart and break poor Hebe's too ?
Mr. Courl. Assuredly.
Mr. Courl. Assuredly.
Robert. Agree to become hateful to myself—you will show pity for me! Ah, for shame! for shame! Your pity would come too late; like fire to the frozen wretch, Stwould only increase his misery !(taking the letter from his pocket, and producing the enclosed paper) Here, zir, if you have not forgotten how to read, you may look over this little bit of paper.
Mr. Courl. Hand it me.
Robert. No, I have too great a regard for its safety; but there, read it (holds it before him.) Mr. Courl. (aside) Hell! an old note that consti.
tutes a claim From the estate just purchas'd by the stranger! I thought oblivion damn'd itm-speak, who gave you
this? Robert. The old rugged gentleman on the hill they call him Ambert.
Mr. Courl. (aside) Destruction seize him!
Robert. However, let us to business : from this debt, which you don't deny, you will subtract what I owe you, and then please to pay down the difference.
Mr. Courl. (aside) Fellow!-
Robert. It is an article you deal so little in you wouldn't know its proper value I am afraid ; yet if you have no cash at hand, you can give security : there's your grand mansion, your coach-house, your
Mr. Courl. The premises ! I'd sooner pledge my
life! But follow me ; and we'll adjust the affair.(aside) I must o'ermatch this all sagacious clown!
SCENE I-An apartment in ROBERT's cottage.
Enter HEBE as if just returned from the prison
HARRY COURLAND following:
cing with ?
Harry Courl. Wheu! Hebe, stop-who are you raHebe. (turning round) Ah, Harry.
Harry Courl. I have been pursuing you This half hour.
Hebe. Me? Harry Courl. (taking both her hands) Yes, for I knew To happiness.
Harry Courl. What lovely woman Does not? She may have eccentricities; So has the compass that directs our path In safety through the perils of an ocean.But, Hebe, I have been o'ercome with laughing : Two tatter'd wights in a morass just byWhy bless me, you don't smile! what is the mat,
ter? Hebe. My melancholy visage must depress you. Harry Courl. It makes me love you more, sweet
Hebe, it does !
They spring from-But, tell me, where have you
been? Hebe. (hardly able to articulate) To see poor Robert. Harry Courl. Why Robert is your brother, and lives
. Sweet girl, what grieves you ?
Hebe. (falling with faintness into his arms) Yes, in the county gaol !
Harry Courl. Thou more than angel !
Hebe. Will you?
You are too tenderly bewitching!
HEBE goes into an inner apartment, while HARRY exit at an outer door and presently after enter at the opposite door INFERENCE and MOONSHINE, scarce. ly able to walk and much bespattered with mud.
Inference. The door was on a jar : therefore we en
ter'd But not to break the thread of our discussion
Moonshine. (peevishly) I am tired with your logic..
Inference. Mr. Moonshine, When the Laplander can forget his deer, Or the Kamschatdale live without his dog; I will forego the impulse of my nature, And part with dialectic-To renew The argument commenc'd ere we were thrown Into the marsh -and that we were thrown thither Is ocularly, sir, demonstrable. (significantly viewing
his own and Moonshine's miry conditions.) Though if you sceptically doubt the fact
Moonshine. I tell you, Mr. Inference, once for all, I do not doubt the fact.
Inference. And yet, perhaps, You doubt the creatures blind that bore Against our wills yourself and me headlong Into the miry marsh- -You doubt it-yes, From your demeanour I perceive you do. (Moonshine all this while does not attend to Inference, but writhes his features as if in considerable pain.) How shall I
it? - there are various ways : The epichirema and prosyllogismus, Sorites—nay too, theorems and problems, That is, positions, sir, demonstrably Both speculative and e'en practical. What figure is most suited to your mind? Barbara, celarent, darii, ferio, quoque, prima, Or Cæsare, camestres, festino, baroco, secundæ, OrMoonshine. Zounds, Mr. Inference, you have grown
stark mad. Inference, (after a pause of surprise and mortification) Then, sir, I am empower'd to aid you Whene'er you write your travels through this country.
Moonshine. Sir !
Inference. (aside) In falsehood I infer.
Moonshine. Must you be told I am no incommunicative churl,
No sable substance borrowing a gloom
Re-enter HEBE with her cloak, &C., still on.
Hebe. (aside) Who can they be ?—they look like rob
bers ! Inference. (herceiving her, and apart to Moonshine)
Hist! Hist, Mr. Moonshine, there's a woman's face. Moonshine. (apart to In.) Well, no great wonder,
sir : we are not in Constantinople. Inference. (apart to Moon.) Yet I fancy when I see
her Woman a being just dismiss'd from heaven. Moonshine. (apart to In.) You mean a fallen angel.
(to Hebe) Child, come hither. Have you aught like refreshment in the house? Pray, be not under any apprehensions : We are two gentlemen just from the chase. The briers and bushes, as you may discern, Have not been very civil to our habits, Which do display as many slits and rents As if they were mere gaps for Time to look through.
Hebe. (in a tone of compassion) They do, indeed, sir ! Moonshine. Now, if you will but lead us to your pan
try. Hebe. Indeed, indeed- -gentlemen, I would ;
Hebe. (clasping her hands) I have nothing !