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seas, and even there, an infant captive, to lose sions are too strong for utterance.-Rise, rise, my mother, hear but of my father-to be adopt- my child, and give my tears their way-Oh, my ed, lose my adopter, then plunged again in worse sister!

[Embracing her. calamities!

Isub. Now, dearest niece! my groundless Mr Seul. An infant captive!

fears, my painful cares, no more shall vex thee: Ind. Yet then to find the most charming of if I have wrong'd thy noble lover with too hard mankind once more to set me free from what I suspicions, my just concern for thee I hope will thought the last distress, to load me with his ser- plead my pardon. vices, his bounties, and his favours, to support Mr Seal. Oh, make him then the full amends, my very life in a way that stole, at the same and be yourself the messenger of joy: fly this intime, my very soul itself from me!

stant-tell him all these wondrous turns of ProMr Seal. And has young Bevil been this wor- vidence in his favour ; tell him now I have a thy man?

daughter to bestow which he no longer will deInd. Yet then again, this very man to take cline; that this day he still shall be a bridegroom; another without leaving me the right, the pre nor shall a fortune, the merit which his father tence, of easing my fond heart with tears !--for seeks, be wanting. Tell him the reward of all oh! I cann't reproach him, though the same his virtues waits on his acceptance. [Exit ISAhand that raised me to this height now throws BELLA.) My dearest Indiana ? me down the precipice.

[Turns and embraces her. Mr Scal. Dear lady! oh, yet one moment's Ind. Have I then at last a father's sanction · patience; my heart grows full with your afflic on my love ? his bounteous hand to give, and

tion! but yet there's something in your story make a present worthy of Bevil's genethat promises relief when you least hope it. rosity ?

Ind. My portion here is bitterness and sorrow. Mr Seal. Oh, my child! how are our sorrows

Mr Seal. Do not think so. Pray answer me; past o'erpaid by such a meeting! Though I have does Bevil know your name and family? lost so many years of soft paternal dalliance with

Ind. Alas, too well! Oh! could I be any other thee, yet in one day to find thee thus, and thus thing than what I am—I'll tear away all traces bestow thee, in such perfect happiness, is amof my former self, my little ornaments, the re- ple, ample reparation !' and yet again the merit mains of my first state, the hints of what I ought of thy loverto have been

Ind. Oh, had I spirits left to tell you of his ac [In her disorder she throws uway her bracelet, tions ! how strongly filial duty has suppressed his

which SEALAND takes up, and looks love, and how concealment still has doubled all earnestly at it.

his obligation, the pride, the joy of his alliance, Mr Seal. Ha ! what's this ? my eyes are not sir, would warm your heart, as he has conquered deceiv'd! it is, it is the same; the very brace- mine. let which I bequeathed my wife at our last Mr Seal. How laudable is love when born of mournful parting

virtue! I burn to embrace him. Ind. What said you, sir? your wife! Whither Ind. See, sir, my aunt already has succeeded, does my fancy carry me? what means this new and brought him to your wishes. felt motion at my heart? And yet again my for Enter ISABELLA with Sir John Bevil, BEVIL tune but deludes me ; for if I err not, sir, your name is Sealand; but my lost father's name

Jun. Mrs SEALAND, CIMBERTON, MYRTLE,

and LUCINDA. Mr Seal. Danvers, was it not?

Sir J. B. [Entering.] Where, where's this scene Ind. What new amazement ! that is, indeed, of wonder !--Mr Sealand, I congratulate on my family.

this occasion our mutual happiness Your good Mr Seal. Know then, when my misfortunes sister, sir, has with the story of your daughter's drove me to the Indies, for reasons too tedious fortune fill'd us with surprise and joy. Now all now to mention, I chang'd my name of Danvers exceptions are remov'd; my son has now avow'd into Sealand.

his love, and turn’d all former jealousies and

doubts into approbation, and I am told your Enter ISABELLA.

goodness has consented to reward him. Isab. If yet there wants an explanation of your Mr Seul. If, sir, a fortune equal to his father's wonder, examine well this face-yours, sir, I hopes can make this object worthy his acceptwell remember - Gaze on, and read in me your sister Isabella.

B. jun. I hear your mention, sir, of fortune with Mr Seal. My sister!

pleasure, only as it may prove the means to reIsub, But here's a claim more tender yet-concile the best of fathers to my love; let him your Indiana, sir, your long-lost daughter. be provident, but let me be happy.-My ever des. Mr Seul. Oh, my child, my child!

tined, my acknowledged wife! Indo All-gracious Heav’n! is it possible? do

[Embracing INDIANA. I embrace my father?

Ind. Wife !-oh! my ever-loved, my lord, my Air Seul. And do I hold thee ?- These pas- master !

was

ance.

my heart.

me.

Sir J. B. I congratulate myself as well as you come at, to be sure there can be no bargain. that I have a son who could, under such dis- Sir-I have nothing to do but to take my leave advantages, discover your great merit.

of your good lady my cousin, and beg pardon for Mr Seai. Oh, Sir John, how vain, how weak the trouble I have given this old gentleman. is hunian prudence ! what care, what foresight, Myrt. That you have, Mr Cimberton, with all what imagination could contrive such blest events

[Discovers himself. to make our children happy, as Providence in Omnes. Mr Myrtle ! one short hour has laid before us?

Myrt. And I beg pardon of the whole comCimb. (To Mrs SEALAND.] I am afraid, ma pany thóit I assumed the person of Sir Geoffry dam, Mr Sealand is a little too busy for our af- only to. e present at the danger of this lady's befair; if you please we'll take another opportu- ing disposed of, and in her utmost exigence to nity.

assert ny right to her, which it her parents will Mrs Seal. Let us have patience, sir.

ratify, as they once favour'd my pretensions, no Cimb. But we make Sir Geoffry wait, madam. abatement of fortune shall lessen her value to Myrt. Oh, sir, I'm not in haste. (During this, Bevil jun.presents LUCINDA Luc. Generous man ! to INDIANA.

Mr Seal. If, sir, you can overlook the injury Mr Seal. But here, here's our general bene- of being in treaty with one who has meanly' left factor. Excellent young man ! that could be at her, as you have generously asserted your right once a lover to her beauty, and a parent to her in her, she is yours. virtue!

Luc. Mr Myrtle, though you have ever had B. jun. If you think that an obligation, sir, my heart, yet now I find I love you more, begive me leave to overpay myself in the only in cause I deserve you less. stance that can now add to my felicity, by beg. Mr Seal. Well, however, I'm glad the girl's ging you to bestow this lady on Mr Myrtle. dispos’d of any way.

[ Aside. ifr Seal. She is his without reserve; I beg he B. jun. Myrtle, no longer rivals now but bro. may be sent for. —Mr Cimberton, notwith-thers. standing you never had my consent, yet there is, Myrt. Dear Bevil! you are born to triumph since I saw you, another objection to your mar over me; but now our competition ceases: I reriatre with my daughter.

joice in the pre-eminence of your virtue, and your Cimb. I hope, sir, your lady has conceal'd no alliance adds charins to Lucinda. thing from me?

Sir J. B. Now; ladies and gentlemen, you have Tr Seal. Troth, sir, nothing but what was con set the world a fair example ; your happiness is ceased from myself; another daughter, who has owing to your constancy and merit, and the sean undoubted title to half my estate.

veral difficulties you have struggled with evidently Cimb. How, Mr Scaiand! why then, if half shew, Mrs Lucinda's fortune is gone, you cann't say Whate'er the generous mind itself denies, that

any of my estate is settled upon her; I was The secret care of Providence supplies. in treaty for the whole : but if that's not to be

[Exeunt.

EPILOGUE.

Intended to be spoken by INDIAN A.

OUR author, wbom entreaties cannot move,
Spite of the dear coquetry that you love,
Swears he'll not frustrate, so he plainly means,
By a loose epilogue his decent scenes.
Is it not, sirs, hard fate I meet to-day,
To keep me rigid still beyond the play?
And yet I'm sav'd a world of pains that way:
I now can look, I now can move, at case,
Nor need I torture these poor limbs to please,

Nor with a hand or foot attempt surprise,
Nor wrest my features nor fatigue my eyes.
Bless me! what freakish gambols have I play'd,
What motions try'd and wanton looks betray’d,
Out of pure kindness all ! to over-rule
The threaten'd hiss, and screen some scribbling

fool.
With more respect I'm entertain'd to-night;
Our author thinks I can with ease delight:

My artless looks, while modest graces arm,
He says I need but to appear, and charm.
A wife so form’d, by these examples bred,
Pours joy and gladness round the marriage-bed,

Soft source of comfort, kind relief from care,
And ’tis her least perfection to be fair.
The nymph with Indiana's worth who vies,
A nation will behold with Bevil's eyes.

THE

BUSY BODY.

BY

Mrs CENTLIVRE.

PROLOGUE.

Gay city wives at Tunbridge will appear,
Whose husbands long have labour'd for an heir,
Where many a courtier may their wants relieve,
But by the waters only they conceive :
The Fleet-street sempstress-toast of Temple

sparks,
That runs spruce neckloths for attorneys' clerks,
At Cupid's gardens will her hours regale,
Sing fair Dorinda, and drink bottled ale:
At all assemblies rakes her up and down,
And gamesters where they think they are not

known.

THOUGH modern prophets were expos'd of late,
The author could not prophecy her fate:
If with such scenes an audience had been fir'd,
The poet must have really been inspir'd.
But these, alas ! are melancholy days
For modern prophets and for modern plays :
Yet, since prophetic lies please fools o' fashion,
And women are so fond of agitation,
To men of sense I'll prophecy anew,
And tell you wondrous things that will prove true.
Undaunted col'nels will to camps repair,
Assur'd there'll be no skirmishes this year ;
On our own terms will flow the wish'd-for peace,
All wais except 'twixt man and wife will cease;
The grand monarque may wish his son a throne,
But hardly will advance to lose his own.
This season most things bear a smiling face,
But play'rs in summer have a dismal case,
Since your appearance only is our act of grace.
Court-ladies will to country-seats be gone,
My lord cann't all the year live great in town;
Where, wanting

operas, basset, and a play, They'll sigh, and stitch a gown, to pass the time

away:

Should I denounce our author's fate to-day, To cry down prophecies you'd damn the play: Yet whims like these have sometimes made you

laugh; 'Tis tattling all, like Isaac Bickerstaff.

Since war and places claim the bards that write, Be kind, and bear a woman's treat to-night ; Let your indulgence all her fears allay, And none but women-haters damn this play.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

MEN.

WOMEN. Sir GEORGE AIRY, a Gentleman of four thousand MIRANDA, an Heiress, worth thirty thousand a-yeur, in love with Miranda,

pounds, really in love with Sir George, but Sir FRANCIS GRIPE, Guardian to Miranda and pretends to be so with her guardian, Sir Fran.

Marplot, Father to Charles, in love with i cis. randa.

ISABINDA, Daughter to Sir Jealous, in love with CHARLES, Friend to Sir George, in love with Charles, but designed for a Spanish Merchant Isabinda.

by her father. Sir JEALOUS TRAFFICK, a Merchant that had lived PATCH, her Woman.

some time in Spain, Father to Isabinda. SCENTWELL, Woman to Miranda. MARPLOT, a sort of silly Fellow, cowardly, but

very inquisitive to know every body's business. WHISPER, Servant to Charles.

ACT I,

Cha. In love !

-Ha, ha, ha, ha! in love! SCENE 1.—The Park.

-Ha, ha, ha, ha! with what, pr’ythee? a che

rubine? Sir GEORGE AIRY meeting CHARLES. Sir Geo. No, with a woman. Cha. Ha! Sir George Airy a-birding thus early! Cha. A woman! good. Ha, ha, ha, ha! and what forbidden game rous'd you so soon? for no gold not help thee? lawful occasion could invite a person of your Sir Geo. But suppose I'm in love with twofigure abroad, at such unfashionable hours.

Cha. Ay, if thou’rt in love with two hundred, Sir Geo. There are some men, Charles, whom gold will fetch 'em, I warrant thee, boy. But fortune has left free from inquietudes, who are who are they? who are they? come. diligently studious to find out ways and means to Sir Geo. One is a lady whose face I never saw, make themselves uneasy.

but witty to a miracle; the other beautiful as Cha. Is it possible that any thing in nature Venuscan ruffle the temper of a man whom the four Cha. And a fool seasons of the year compliment with as many Sir Gco. For aught I know, for I never spoke thousand pounds, nay, and a father at rest with to her: but you can inform me. I am charm'd his ancestors ?

by the wit of the one, and die for the beauty of Sir Geo. Why, there it is now! a man that the other. wants money thinks none can be unhappy that Cha. And, pray, which are you in quest of now? has it; but my affairs are in such a whimsical Sir Geo. I prefer the sensual pleasure ; I'm for posture, that it will require a calculation of my her l've seen, who is thy father's ward, Miranda. nativity to find if my gold will relieve me or not. Cha. Nay, then, I píty you; for the Jew my

Cha. Ha, ha, ha! 'never consult the stars about father will no more part with her and thirty that; gold has a power beyond them, gold un thousand pounds than he would with a guinea locks the midnight councils, gold outdoes the to keep me from starving. wind, becalms the ship, or fills her sails ! gold is Sir Geo. Now, you see gold cann't do every omnipotent below; it makes whole armies fight thing, Charles. or fly; it buys even souls, and bribes wretches to Cha. Yes, for 'tis her gold that bars my father's betray their country: then, what can thy business gate against you. be that gold won't serve thee in ?

Sir Geo. Why, if he be this avaricious wretch, Sir Geo. Why, I'm in love.

how cam’st thou by such a liberal education?

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