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Arch. Have you no more, rascal ?

sort of hangman work; but I hope there is someGib. Yes, sir, I can command four hundred; thing in prospect thatbut I must reserve two of 'em to save my life at the sessions.

Enter SCRUB.

Well, Scrub, have you secured your Tartar? Enter SCRUB and FOIGARD.

Scrub. Yes, sir, I left the priest and him dispuArch. Here, doctor; I suppose Scrub and yon, ting about religion. between you, may manage him—Lay hold of him. Aim. And, pray, carry these gentlemen to reap

[FOIGARD lays hold of Gibber. the benefit of the controversy. Gib. What! turn'd over to the priest already [Delivers the prisoners to SCRUB, who leads --Look’e, doctor, you come before your time: them out. I ain't condemn’d yet, I thank ye.

Mrs Sul. Pray, sister, how came my lord here? Foig. Come, my dear joy, I vil secure your Dor. And, pray, how came the gentleman here? body and your shoul too ; I vil make you a good Mrs Sul. I'll tell you the greatest piece of vilcatholic, and give you an absolution.


[They talk apart. Gib. Absolution ! Can you procure me a par Aim. I fancy, Archer, you have been more don, doctor?

successful in your adventure than the houseFoig. No, joy.

breakers. Gib. Then you and your absolution may go to Arch. No matter for my adventure, yours is the devil.

the principal—Press her this minute to marry Arch. Convey him into the cellar, there bind you-now, while she's hurried between the palpihim :-- take the pistol, and, if he offers to re tation of her fear and the joy of her deliverance; sist, shoot him through the head—and come back now, while the tide of her spirits is at high flood, to us with all the speed you can.

--throw yourself at her feet, speak some roScrub. Ay, ay.-Come, doctor, do you hold mantic nonsense or other, confound her senses, him fast, and I'll guard him. (Exeunt. bear down her reason, and away with her.—The Mrs Sul. But how came the doctor here? priest is now in the cellar, and dares not refuse

Arch. In short, madam -[Shrieking with to do the work. out.] 'Sdeath! the rogues are at work with the Aim. But how shall I get off without being obother ladies :- I'm vex'd I parted with the pistol; serv'd ? but I must fly to their assistance - Will you stay Arch. You a lover! and not find a way to get here, madam, or venture yourself with me off.

Let me see. Mrs Sul. Oh, dear sir, with you.

Aim. You bleed, Archer. (Takes him by the arm, and exeunt. Arch. 'Sdeath! I'm glad on't; this wound will

do the business. I'll amuse the old lady and SCENE III.- Changes to another Apartment in Mrs Sullen about dressing my wound, while you the House.

carry off Dorinda. Enter Hounslow, dragging in Lady BOUNTI

Enter Lady BOUNTIFUL. FUL, and BAGSHOT, hauling in DORINDA; the

L. Boun. Gentlemen, could we understand how rogues with swords drawn.

you would be gratified for the servicesHoun. Come, come, your jewels, mistress. Arch. Come, come, my lady, this is no time Bag. Your keys, your keys, old gentlewoman. for compliments : I'm wounded, madam.

L. Boun. and Mrs Sul. How! wounded!

Dor. I hope, sir, you have received no hurt? Aim. Turn this way, villains ! I durst engage

Aim. None but what you may cure. an army in such a cause. (He engages them both.

(Makes love in dumb shew.

L. Boun. Let me see your arm, sir-) must Enter ARCHER and Mrs SULLEN.

have some powder-sugar, to stop the blood-O Arch. Hold, hold, my lord; every man his bird, me!-an ugly gash.Upon my word, sir, you must pray. (They engage man to mun; the rogues are go to bed. thrown down, and disarmed.] Shall we kill the Arch. Ay, my lady, a bed would do very

well rogues ?

-Madam, (To Mrs SULLEN) will you do me the Aim. No, no, we'll bind them.

favour to conduct me to a chamber. Arch. Ay, ay:-Here, madam, lend me your L. Boun. Do, do, daughter-while I get the garter? (To Mrs SULLEN, who stands by him. lint, and the probe, and the plaster ready.

Mrs Sul. The devil's in this fellow; he fights, [Runs out one way, AIMWELL carries off loves, and banters, all in a breath. Here's a DORINDA another. cord, that the rogues brought with them, I sup

Arch. Come, madam, why don't you obey your pose.

mother's commands ? Arch. Right, right; the rogue's destiny,--a rope

Mrs Sul. How can you, after what is past, to hang himself-Come, my lord,—this is but a have the confidence to ask me ? scandalous sort of an office. (Binding the rogues

Arch. And, if you go to that, how you,

aftogether.] If our adventures should end in this ter what is past, have the confidence to deny me?


-Was not this blood shed in your defence, and sion.- I'm all a lie, nor dare ! give a fiction to my life exposed for your protection ? Look'e, your arms : I'm all a counterfeit, except my pasmadam, I'm none of your romantic fools, that sion. fight giants and monsters for nothing ; my valour Dor. Forbid it, Heaven !-A counterfeit ! is downright Swiss : I am a soldier of fortune, Aim. I am no lord, but a poor needy man, and must be paid.

come with a mean and scandalous design to prey Mrs Sul. Tis ungenerous in you, sir, to up- upon your fortune :--But the beauties of your braid me with your services.

mind and person

ve so won me from myself, Arch. 'Tis ungenerous in you, madam, not to that, like a trusty servant, I prefer the interest reward 'em,

of my mistress to my own. Mrs Sul. How! at the expence of my honour? Dor. Sure, I have had the dream of some poor

Arch. Honour! Can honour consist with in- mariner,-a sleeping image of a welcome port, gratitude? If you deal like a woman of honour, and wake involv'd in storms-Pray, sir, who are do like a man of honour. D’ye think I would de- you? Dy you in such a case?

Aim. Brother to the man whose title I usurped,

but stranger to his honour or fortune. Enter GIPSEY.

Dor. Matchless honesty !-Once I was proud, Gip. Madam, my lady ordered me to tell you, sir, of your wealth and title, but now am prouder that your brother is below, at the gate,

that you want it. Now I can shew my love was Mrs Şul, My brother! Heavens be prais'd! justly levelled, and had no aim but love.-Doctor, -Sir, he shall thank you for your services; he

come in. bas it in his power.

Enter FOIGARD at one door, GIPSEY at another, Arch. Who is your brother, madam ? Mrs Sul. Sir Charles Freeman, You'll excuse

who whispers DORINDA. me, sir, I must go and receive him.

Your pardon, sir; we sha'n't want you now, sir. Arch. Sir Charles Freeman! 'Sdeath and - You must excuse me: I'll wait on you presently, bell !--my old acquaintance. Now, unless Aim

(Exit wiih GIPSEY. well has made good use of his time, all our fair Foig. Upon my shoul, now, dis is foolish, machine goes souse into the sea, like the Eddy

(Erit, stone.

(Exit. Aim. Gone! and bid the priest depart-It has

an ominous look. SCENE IV.-Changes to the Gallery in the same


Arch. Courage, Tom-shall I wish you joy?

Aim. No.

Arch. Oons! man, what ha' you been doing? Dor. Well, well, my lord, you have conquered.

Aim. O, Archer, my honesty, I fear, has ruin'd Your late generous action will, I hope, plead for my easy yielding, though, I must own, your lord

Arch. How ! ship had a friend in the fort before.

Aim. I have discovered myself. Aim. The sweets of Hybla dwell upon her Arch. Discover'd! and without my consent ! Dongue.--Here, doctor.

What! Have I embark'd my small remains in Enter FOIGARD, with a book.

the same bottom with yours, and you dispose of

all without my partnership? Foig. Are you prepared, bote?

Aim. O, Archer, I own my

fault. Dor. I'm ready: but first, my lord, one word Arch. After conviction-'Tis then too late for - I have a frightful example of a hasty marriage pardon.--You may remember, Mr Aimwell, in my own family, when I reflect upon't, it that you proposed this folly-As you began, so s'ocks me. Pray, my lord, consider a little end it-Henceforth I'll hunt my fortune single

Aim. Consider ! Do you doubt my honour, -So, farewell. or my love?

Aim. Stay, my dear Archer, but a minute. Dór. Neither. I do believe you equally just Arch. Stay! What! to be despised, exposed, as brave-And were your whole sex drawn out and laughed at !—No, I would sooner change for me to chuse, I should not cast a look upon conditions with the worst of the rogues we just the multitude, if you were absent—But, my lord, now bound, than bear one scornful smile from I'm a woman

: colours, concealments may hide the proud knight that once I treated as my equal. a thousand faults in me--therefore, know me Aim. What knight? better first :-1 hardly dare affirm I know myself Arch. Sir Charles Freeman, brother to the lady in any thing except my love.

that I had almost-But no matter for that : 'tís Aim. Such goodness who could injure? I find a cursed night's work, and so I leave you to make myself unequal to the task of villain. She has the best on't. gained my soul, and made it honest, like her own Aim. Freeman ! -One word, Archer. Still

-I cannot hurt her. (Aside.) Doctor, retire. (Erut I have hopes :-Methought she received my conFOIGARD.] Madam, behold your lover and your fession with pleasure. proselyte, and judge of my passion by my conver Arch. ' death! who doubts it?



Aim. She consented after to the match; and, which, I think, will amount to ten thousand still I dare believe she will be just.

pounds ? Arch. To herself, I warrant her, as you should Aim. Not a penny, Archer. You would ha' have been.

cut my throat just now, because I would not de Aim. By all my hopes, she comes, and smiling ceive this lady.

Arch. Ay, and I'll cut your throat still, if you

should deceive her now. Enter DORINDA, mighty gay.

Aim. That's what I expect; and, to end the Dor. Come, my dear ford—I fly with impa- dispute, the lady's fortune is twenty thousand tience to your arms

-The minutes of my ab. pounds; we'll divide stakes :-take the twenty sence were a tedious year.Where's this priest? thousand pounds, or the lady.

Dor. How! Is your lordship so indifferent? Enter FOIGARD.

Arch. No, no, no, madam; his lordship knows Arch. Oons! a brave girl !

very well that I'll take the money: I leave you Dor. I suppose, my lord, this gentleman is to his lordship; and so we're both provided for. privy to our affairs.

Arch. Yes, yes, madam ; I'm to be your father.
Dor. Come, priest, do your office.

Foig. Arra fait, de people do say you be all Arch. Make haste, make haste, couple 'em robb’d, joy. any way. (Takes AIMWELL's hand.] Come, ma Aim. The ladies have been in some danger, dam, I'm to give you.

sir, as you saw. Dor. My mind's alter'd: I won't.

Foig. Upon my shoul our inn be robb'd too. Arch. Eh !

Aim. Our inn! By whom? dim, I'm confounded.

Fog. Upon my shalvation, our landlord has Foig. Upon my shoul, and so is my shelf. robb'd himself, and run away wid de money. Arch. What's the matter now, madam?

Arch. Robbed himself! Dor. Look'e, sir; one generous action deserves Foig. Ay, fait! and me too, of a hundred another This gentleman's honour oblig'd him poumds. to hide nothing from me; my justice engages me Arch. Robb’d you of a hundred pounds! to conceal nothing from him : in short, sir, you Foig. Yes, fait, honey, that I did owe to him. are the person that you thought you counterfeit Aim. Our money's gone, Frank. ed,—you are the true lord viscount Aimwell, and Arch. Rot the money; my wench is goneI wish your lordship joy. Now, priest, you may Scavez nous quelque chose de Mademoiselle Cherry? be gone :-if my lord is now pleased with the match, let his lordship marry me in the face of Enter a Fellow with a strong Bor and Letter. the world.

Fell. Is there one Martin here? Aim. Archer, what does she mean?

Arch. Ay, ay—who wants him? Dor. Here's a witness for my truth.

Fell. I have a box here, and a letter for him.

Arch. (Tuking the box.] Ha, ha, ha! what's Enter Sir CHARLES and Mrs SULLEN.

here? Leger-de-main ! By this light, my lord, our Sir Cha. My dear Lord 'Aimwell, I wish you joy. money again. But this unfolds the riddle. (OpenAim. Of what?

ing the letter, reads.] Hum, hum, hum

-0, 'tis Sir Cha. Of your honour and estate.--Your for the public good, and must be communicated brother died the day before I left London, and to the company. all

your friends have writ after you to Brussels : among the rest, I did myself the honour.

"Mr MARTIN, Arch. Hark'e, sir knight, don't you banter *My father, being afraid of an impeachment by now?

the rogues that are taken to-night, is gone off ; Sir Cha. 'Tis truth, apon my honour. but if you can procure him a pardon, he'll make Aim. Thanks to the pregnant stars, that form’d | great discoveries, that may be useful to the counthis accident.

try. Could I have met you instead of your masArch. Thanks to the womb of time, that brought ter to-night, I would have delivered myself into 1:-away with it.

your hands, with a sum that much exceeds that Aim. Thanks to my guardian angel, that lod in your strong box, which I have sent you, with me to the prize

[Taking DORINDA's hand. an assurance to my dear Martin, that I shall ever Arch. And double thanks to the noble Sir be his most faithful friend, till death, Charles Freeman. -My lord, I wish you joy.

CHERRY BONIFACE.' My lady, I wish you joy —’Egad, Sir Freeman, you're the honestest fellow living "Sdeath! I'm There's a billet-doux for you—As for the fagrown strangely airy upon this matter-My lord, ther, I think he ought to be encouraged ; and for How dy'e?-A word, my lord. Don't you re the daughter-pray, my lord, persuade your member something of a previous agreement, that bride to take her into her service, instead of Gipentitles me to the moiety of this lady's fortune, sey.

it forth :

dim. I can assure you, madam, your deliver Sul. No. ance was owing to her discovery.

Arch. The condition fails of his side-Pray, Dor. Your command, my lord, will do, with madam, what did you marry for ? out the obligation. I'll take care of her.

Mrs Sul. To support the weakness of my sex Sir Cha. Thisgood company meets opportunely, by the strength of his, and to enjoy the pleasures in favour of a design I have in behalf of my unfor- of an agreeable society. tunate sister. I intend to part her from her hus Sir Cha. Are your expectations answer'd ? band-Gentlemen, will you assist me?

Mrs Sul. No. Arch. Assist you ! 'Sdeath! who would not? Foig. Arra, honeys, a clear caase, a clear caase! Foig. Ay, upon my shoul, we'll all asshist. Sir Cha. What are the bars to your mutual con

tentment? Enter SULLEN.

Mrs Sul. In the first place, I cann't drink ale Sul. What's all this? They tell me, spouse,

with him. that you had like to have been robb’d.

Sul. Nor can I drink tea with her. Mrs Sul. Truly, spouse, I was pretty near it

Mrs Sul. I cann't hunt with you. had not these two gentlemen interpos’d.

Sul. Nor can I dance with you. Sul. How came these gentlemen here?

Mrs Sul. I hate cocking and racing. Mrs Sul. That's his way of returning thanks, Sul. I abhor ombre and piquet. you must know.

Mrs Sul, Your silence is intolerable. Foig. Ay, but, upon my conscience, de question Sul. Your prating is worse. be a-propos, for all dat.

Mrs Sul. Have we not been a perpetual offence Sir Cha. You promis’d, last night, sir, that you to each other-a gnawing vulture at the heart? would deliver your lady to me this morning. Sul. A frightful goblin to the sight. Sul. Humph.

Mrs Sul. A porcupine to the feeling. Arch. Humph! What do you mean by humph? Sul. Perpetual wormwood to the taste. -Sir, you shall deliver her

-In short, sir, we

Mrs Sul. Is there on earth a thing we can agree have sav'd you and your family, and if you are

in ? not civil, we'll unbind the rogues, join with 'em,

Sul. Yes-to part. and set fire to your house -What does the man Mrs Sul. With all my heart. mean? Not part with his wife !

Sul. Your hand. Foig. Arra, not part wid your wife! Upon my Mrs Sul. Here. shoul, de man dosh not understand common shi Sul. These hands joined us, these shall part vility

Mrs Sul. Hold, gentlemen: all things here must Mrs Sul. East.
move by consent: compulsion would spoil us. Let Sul. West.
my dear and I talk the matter


shall Mrs Sul. North. judge it between us.

Sul, South ; far as the poles asunder. Sul. Let me know, first, who are to be our Foig. Upon my shoul, a very pretty sheremony. judges. -Pray, sir, who are you?

Sir Cha. Now, Mr Sullen, there wants only my Sir Cha. I am Sir Charles Freeman, come to

sister's fortune to make us easy. take away your wife.

Sul. Sir Charles, you love your sister, and I Sul. And you, good sir?

love her fortune : every one to his fancy. Aim. Thomas, Viscount Aimwell, come to take Arch. Then you won't refund ? away your sister.

Sul. Not a stiver. Súl. And you, pray, sir?

Arch. What is her portion ? Arch. Francis Archer, Esq., come

Sir Cha. Twenty thousand pounds, sir. Sul. To take away my mother, I hope-Gen Arch. I'll pay it:-my lord, I thank him, has tlemen, you're heartily welcome-I never met enabled me; and if the lady pleases, she shall go with three more obliging people since I was home with me. This night's adventure has proved born-And now, my dear, if you please, you shall strangely lucky to us all-For Captain Gibbet, in have the first word.

his walk, has made bold, Mr Sullen, with your Arch. And the last, for five pounds. (Aside. study and escritoir, and has taken out all the Mrs Sul. Spouse.

writings of your estate, all the articles of marSul. Rib.

riage with your lady, bills, bonds, leases, receipts, Mrs Sul. How long have you been married ? to an infinite value: I took 'em from him, and

Sul. By the almanack, fourteen months—but will deliver them to Sir Charles. by my account, fourteen years.

[Gives him a parcel of papers and parchments. Mrs Sul. 'Tis thereabout, by my reckoning. Sul. How! my writings !—My head aches conFoig. Upon my conscience, dere accounts vil

sumedly; Well

, gentlemen, you shall have her agree.

fortune, but I cann't talk. If you have a mind, Sir Mrs Sul. Pray, spouse, what did you marry Charles, to be merry, and celebrate my sister's for?

wedding, and my divorce, you may command my Sul. To get an heir to my estate.

house !--but my head aches consumedly—Scrub, Şir Cha. And have you succeeded ?

bring me a dram.

Arch. 'Twould be hard to guess which of these | Both happy in their several states we find,-. parties is the better pleas'd, the couple join'd, or These parted by consent, and those conjoin'd: the couple parted ; the one rejoicing in hopes of Consent, if mutual, saves the lawyer's fee; an untasted happiness, and the other in their de- Consent is law enough to set you free. Hverance from an experienced misery.

[Exeunt omnes.


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