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Oak. She has been so much vext this morning Enter Mrs OAKLY.
already, I must humour her a little now. (Apart. Vrs Oak. Pray, Mr Oakly, what is the mat Maj. Fie, fie! go out, or you're undone. ter you cannot dine at home to-day?
Oak. You see it's impossible Apart. Oak. Don't be uneasy, my dear!--I have a [To Mrs OAKLY.) I'll dine at home with thee, little business to settle with my brother; so I my love. am only just going to dinner with him and Charles Mfrs Oak. Ay, ay, pray do, sir.—Dine at a to the tavern.
(Going: Mrs Oak. Why cannot you settle your busi Ouk. (Returning.] You may depend on me ness bere as well as at a tavern? But it is some another time, Major. of your ladies' business, I suppose, and so you Maj. Steel and adamant ! -Ah! must get rid of my company.
-This is chiefly Mrs Oak. (Returning.) Mr Oakly! your fault, Major Oakly!
Oak. O, my dear! Maj. Lord! sister, what signifies it, whether
(Exeunt Mr and Mrs OAKLY. a man dines at home or abroad? Coully. Maj. Ha, ha, ha! there's a picture of resolu
Mrs Oak. It signifies a great deal, sir! and I tion ! there goes a philosopher for you! ha! don't choose
Charles ! Maj. Phoo! let him go, my dear sister, let
Char. O, uncle ! I have no spirits to laugh him go! he will be ten times better company when he comes back. I tell you what, sister Maj. So ! I have a fine time on't between you you sit at home till you are quite tired of one and my brother. Will you meet me to dinner another, and then you grow cross, and fall out. at the St Alban's by four? We'll drink her health, If you would but part a little now and then, you and think of this affair. might meet again in good humour.
Char. Don't depend on me. I shall be runMrs Oak. I beg, Major Oakly, that you would ning all over the town in pursuit of my Harriot. trouble yourself about your own affairs; and let I have been considering what you have said, but mne tell you, sir, that I
at all events I'll go directly to Lady Freelove's. Ouk. Nay, do not put thyself into a passion If I find her not there, which way I shall direct with the Major, my dear !- It is not his fault; myself, Heaven knows. and I shall come back to thee very soon.
Maj. Iark'e, Charles ! if you meet with her, Mrs Oak. Come back !- why need you go you may be at a loss. Bring her to house. out?-I know well enough when you mean to I have a snug room, anddeceive me: for then there is always a pretence Char. Phoo! pr’ythee, uncle, don't trifle with of diving with Sir John, or my Lord, or somebody; but when you tell me, that you are going Mej. Well, seriously then, my house is at to a tavern, it's such a bare-faced affront
Oak. This is so strange now!-Why, my Char. I thank you: but I must be gone. dear, I shall only just
Maj. Ay, ay, bring her to my house, and Airs Oak. Only just go after the lady in the we'll settle the whole affair for you. You shall letter, I suppose.
clap her into a post-chaise, take the chaplain of Oak. Well, well, I won't go then.—Will that our regiment along with you, wheel her down to convince you ?-I'll stay with you, my dear ! — Scotland, and when you come back, send to will that satisfy you?
settle her fortune with her father: that's the Maj. For shame! hold out, if you are a man. modern art of making love, Charles! (Exeunt.
holden to the ground, as any horse that ever SCENE I.-A Room in the Bull and Gate Inn. went over the turf upon four legs. Why, here's
his whole pedigree, your honour ! Enter Sir HARRY BEAGLE and Tom.
Sir H. Is it attested? Sir Hur. Ten guineas a mare, and a crown the Tom. Very well attested. it is signed by Jack man, hey, Tom?
Spur and my Lord Startall. Tom. Yes, your honour.
[Giving the pedigree. Sir H. And are you sure, Tom, that there is Sir H. Let me see.--[Reading.]—“Tom-comeno flaw in his blood ?
tickle-me was out of the famous Tantwivy mare, Tuni. He's a good thing, sir, and as little be- l by Sir Aaron Driver's chesnut horse White Stock
ings. White Stockings bis dam was got by Lord puffing and blowing, like a broken-winded horse Hedge's South Barb, full sister to the Proserpine Filly, and his sire Tom Jones; his grandam was the Irish Duchess, and his grandsire 'Squire
Enter RUSSET. Sportly's Trajan ; his great grandam, and great Rus. Well, Sir Harry, have you heard anything great grandam, were Newmarket Peggy and of her? Black Moll, and his great grandsire, and great, Sir H. Yes, I have been asking Tom about her, great grandsire, were Sir Ralph Whip’s Regulus, and he says, you may have her for five hundred and the famous Prince Anamaboo. his guineas.
John X SPUR, Rus. Five hundred guineas ! how d’ye mean?
mark where is she? which way did she take?
STARTAL.” Sir H. Why, first she went to Epsom, then to Tom. All fine horses, and won every thing! a Lincoln, then to Nottingham, and now she is at foal out of your honour's Bald-faced Venus, by York. this horse, would beat the world.
Rus. Impossible! she could not go over half Sir H. Well then, we'll think on't. But, the ground in the time. What the devil are you pox on't, Tom, I have certainly knock'd up my talking of? little roan gelding, in this damn'd wild-goose chase Sir H. Of the mare you was just now saying of threescore miles an end.
you wanted to buy. Tum. He's deadly blown to be sure, your ho Rus. The devil take the mare! who would nour; and I am afraid we are upon a wrong scent think of her, when I am mad about an affair of after all. Madam Harriot certainly took across so much more consequence? the country, instead of coming on to London. Sir H. You seemed mad about her a little while
Sir H. No, no, we traced her all the way up. ago. She's a fine mare, and a thing of shape and But, d'ye hear, Tom, look out among the stables blood. and repositories here in town, for a smart road nag, Rus. Damn her blood !
-Harriot ! my dear and a strong horse to carry a portmanteau. provoking Harriot! Where can she be !' Have Tom. Sir Roger Turf's horses are to be sold
you got any intelligence of her? I'll see if there's ever a tight thing there—but Sir H. No, faith, not I: we seem to be quite I suppose, sir, you would have one somewhat thrown out here-but however I have ordered stronger than Snip—I don't think he's quite Tom to try if he can hear any thing of ber among enough of a horse for your honour.
the ostlers. Sir H. Not enough of a horse ! Snip's a power Rus. Why don't you enquire after her yourself? ful gelding: master of two stone more than my why don't you run up and down the whole town weight. If Snip stands sound, I would not take after her?
-t'other young rascal knows where a hundred guineas for him. Poor Snip! go into she is, I warrant you. - What a plague it is to the stable, Tom, see they give him a warm mash, have a daughter! When one loves her to distracand look at his heels and his eyes. But where's tion, and has toild and labour'd to make her Mr Russet all this while ?
happy, the ungrateful slut will sooner go to hell Tom. I left the 'squire at breakfast on a cold her own way—but she shall have him, I will pigeon-pye, and enquiring after madam Harriot in make her happy, if I break her heart for it.-A the kitchen. I'll let him know your honour would provoking gipsy !-to run away, and torment her be glad to see him here.
poor father, that dotes on her! I'll never see her Sir H. Ay, do : but hark'e, Tom, be sure you face again.—Sir Harry, how can we get any intake care of Snip.
telligence of her? Why don't you speak ! 'why Tom. I'll warrant your honour.
don't you tell me!-Zounds! you seem as inSir H. I'll be down in the stables myself by and different as if you did not care a farthing about by. (Exit Tom.] Let me see -out of the fa
her. mous l'antwivy by White Stockings; White Stock Sir H. Indifferent ! you may well call me inings his dam, fuil sister to the Proserpine Filly, different !--this damn'd chase after her will and his sire-Pox on't, how unlucky it is, that this cost me a thousand--if
it had not been for her, damn’daccident should happen in the Newmarket I would not have been off the course this week, week ! - ten to one I lose my match with Lord to have saved the lives of my whole family — Choakjade, by not riding myself, and I shall have I'll hold you six to two thatno opportunity to hedge my betts neither- Rus. Žounds ! hold your tongue, or talk more what a damn'd piece of work have I made on't
-I swear, she is too good for I have knock’d up poor Snip, shall lose my match, you-you don't deserve such a wife-a fine, dear, and as to Harriot, why, the odds are, that I lose sweet, lovely, charming girl !-She'll break my my match there too-a skittish young tit! If heart.-How shall I find her out !-Do, pr'ye I once get her tight in hand, I'll make her wince thee, Sir Harry, my dear honest friend, consider for it. Her estate, join'd to my own, I would how we may discover where she is filed to. have the finest stud, and the noblest kennel, in Sir H. Suppose you put an advertisement into the whole country.—But here comes her father, | the newspapers, describing her marks, ber age,
to the purpose
her height, and where she strayed from. I re I have desired to speak with Mr Oakly, cover'd a bay mare once by that method. and expect him here immediately. His temper
Rus. Advertise her! - What! describe my is naturally open, and if he thinks my anger daughter and expose her in the public papers, abated, and my suspicions laid asleep, he will with a reward for bringing her home, like horses certainly betray himself by his behaviour. I'll stolen or stray'd! recovered a bay mare assume an air of good-humour, pretend to bethe devil's in the fellow!-- he thinks of nothing lievethe fine story they have trumped up, throw him but racers, and bay mares, and stallions. off his guard, and so draw the secret out of him. 'Sdeath! I wish your
-Here he comes.—How hard it is to dissemSur H. I wish Harriot was fairly pounded; it ble onc's anger ! O, I could rate him soundly! would save us both a deal of trouble.
but I'll keep down my indignation at present, Rux. Which way shall I turn myself? I am though it chokes me. half distracted. If I go to that young dog's house, he has certainly conveyed her somewhere
Enter OAKLY. out of my reach-if she does not send to me to O my dear! I am very glad to see you. Pray sit day, I'll give her up for ever-perhaps though down. (They sit.] I longed to see you. It seemed she may have met with some accident, and has an age till I had an opportunity of talking over nobody to assist her.-No, she is certainly with the silly affair that happened this morning. that young rascal.- I wish she was dead, and I
[Mildly. was dead I'll blow young Oakly's brains out. Oak. Why really, my dear
Mrs Oak. Nay don't look so grave now. Enter TOM.
Come—it's all over. Charles and you have clearSir H. Well, Tom, how is poor Snip?
ed up matters. I am satisfied. Tom. A little better, sir, after his warm mash :
Oak. Indeed ! I rejoice to hear it! You make but Lady, the pointing bitch that followed you
me happy beyond my expectation. This dispoall the way, is deadly foot-sore.
sition will insure our felicity. Do but lay aside Rus. Damn Snip and Lady!- have you heard
your cruel unjust suspicion, and we should never any thing of Harriot?
have the least difference. Tom. Why I came on purpose to let my mas Mrs Oak. Indeed I begin to think so. I'll enter and your honour know, that John Ostler says deavour to get the better of it. And really as how, just such a lady as I told him madam sometimes it is very ridiculous. My uneasiness Harriot was, came here in a four-wheel chaise, this morning, for instance! ha, ha, ha! To be and was fetch'd away soon after by a fine lady in so much alarmed about that idle letter, which a chariot.
turned out quite another thing at last—was not I Rus. Did she come alone?
very angry with you? ha, ha, ha! Tom. Quite alone, only a servant maid, please
[Affecting a laugh.
Oak. Don't mention it. Let us both forget it. Rus. And what part of the town did they go | Your present cheerfulness makes amends for every to?
thing. Tom. John Ostler says as how they bid the Alrs Oak. I am apt to be too violent: I love coachman drive to Grosvenor-square.
you too well to be quite easy about you. [ Fondly.] Sir H. Soho! puss-Yoics !
-Well-no matter what is become of Charles ? Rus. She is certainly gone to that young rogue Vak. Poor fellow ! be's on the wing, rambling
- he has got his aunt to fetch her from hence, all over the town in pursuit of this young lady. or else she is with her own aunt Lady Freelove Mrs Oak. Where is he gone, pray ? —they both live in that part of the town. I'll
Oak. First of all, I believe, to some of her rego to his house, and in the mean while, Sir Har- lations. ry, you shall step to Lady Freelove's. We'll find
Mrs Oak. Relations! Who are they? Where her, I warrant you. I'll teach my young mistress do they live? to be gadding. She shall marry you to-night. Oak. There is an aunt of her's lives just in the Come along, Sir
Harry, come along; we won't neighbourhood, Lady Freelove. lose a minute. Come along.
Mrs Oak. Lady Freelove! Oho! gone to Lady Sir H. Soho! hark forward ! wind 'em and Freelove's, is he?-and do you think he will hear cross 'em! hark forward ! Yoics! Yoics !
any thing of her?
(Exeunt. Oak. I don't know ; but I hope so with all my SCENE II.-Changes to OAKLY's. soul.
Mrs Oak. Hope! with all your soul; do you Enter Mrs OAKLY. hope so ?
(Alarmed. Mrs Oak. After all, that letter was certainly Oak. Hope so ! ye-yes--why, don't you hope intended for my husband. I see plain enough so?
[Surprised. they are all in a plot against me. My husband Mrs Oak. Well-yes-[Recovering]- ay, intriguing, the major working him up to affront to be sure. I hope it of all things. You know, me, Charles owning his letters, and so playing my dear, it must give me great satisfaction, as well into each other's hands.--They think me a as yourself, to see Charles well settled. fool, I find but I'll be too much for them yet Oak. I should think so; and really I don't
know where he can be settled so well. She is a you may take her under your protection till her most deserving young woman, I assure you. father comes to town.
Mrs Oak. Youare well acquainted with her thren? Mrs Oak. Amazing! this is even beyond my ex
Ouk. To be sure, my dear! after seeing her pectation. so often last summer at the Major's house in the Oak. Why! -what: country, and at her father's.
Mrs Oak. Was there ever such assurance! Take Mrs Oak. So often !
her under my protection! What! would you keep Ouk. O ay, very often-Charles took care of her under my nose ? that-almost every day.
Oak. Nay, I never conceived I thought see Mrs Oak. Indeed! But pray—a-a-aeI say would have approved
(Confused. Mrs Oak. What ! make me your conveniem Oak. What do you say, my dear?
—No place but my own house to serve Mrs Oak. I say-ama-Stammering.] Is she your purposes? handsome?
Oak. Lord, this is the strangest misappreherOak. Prodigiously handsome indeed.
sion ! I am quite astonished. Mrs Oak. Prodigiously handsome! and is she Mrs Oak. Astonished ! yes — confused, de reckoned a sensible girl ?
tected, betrayed by your vain confidence of ioOak. A very sensible, modest, agreeable young posing on me. Why, sure you imagine me an lady as ever I knew. You would be extremely idiot, a driveller. Charles, indeed! yes, Charlo fond of her, I am sure. You cann't imagine is a fine excuse for you. The letter this morning, how happy I was in her company. Poor Charles ! the letter, Mr Oakly! she soon made a conquest of him, and no won Oak. The letter ! why, sure that der, she has so many elegant accomplishments ! Mrs Oak. Is sufficiently explained. You have such an infinite fund of cheerfulness and good made it very clear to me. Now I am convinced humour! Why, she's the darling of the whole I have no doubt of your perfidy. But I thank you country.
for some hints you have given me, and you may Mrs Oak. Lord! you seem quite in raptures be sure I shall make use of them : nor will I rest, about her.
till I have full conviction, and overwhelm you Oak. Raptures !--not at all. I was only tell with the strongest proof of your baseness towards ing you the young lady's character. I thought me. you would be glad to find that Charles had made Oak. Nay, but go sensible a choice, and was so likely to be Mrs Oak. Go, go! I have no doubt of your happy.
falsehood : away!
(Exit Mrs OAKLT. Mrs Oak. O, Charles ! True, as you say, Oak. Was there ever any thing like this? Such Charles will be mighty happy.
unaccountable behaviour ! angry I don't know Oak. Don't you think so?
why ! jealous of I know not what ! pretending ! Mrs Ouk. I am convinced of it. Poor Charles! be satisfied merely to draw me in, and then creaI am much concerned for him. He must be very ting imaginary proofs out of an innocent convera uneasy about her. I was thinking whether we sation !-Hints !
-hints I have given her! could be of any service to bim in this affair. What can she mean?
Ouk. Was you, my love that is very good of you. Why to be sure, we must endeavour to as
Toilet crossing the Stage. sist him. Let me see ; how can we manage it? Toilet! where are you going? Gad! I have hit it. The luckiest thought! and Toilet. To order the porter to let in no comit will be of great service to Charles.
my lady to-day. She won't see a single Mrs Oak. Well, what is it? (Eagerly.}-You sous, sir. know I would do any thing to serve Charles, and Ouk. What an unhappy woman ! Now will she oblige you.
[ Milaly. sit all day feeding on her suspicions, till she has Oak. That is so kind! Lord, my dear, if you convinced herself of the truth of them. would but always consider things in this proper light, and continue this amiable temper, we should
JOHN crossing the stage. be the happiest peopleMrs Oak. I believe so : but what's your pro
Well, sir, what's your business?
John. Going to order the chariot, sir !-my posal ?
lady's going out immediately. Oak. I am sure you'll like it.-Charles, you
Oak. Going out! what is all this?-But every know, may perhaps be so lucky as to meet with
way she makes me miserable. Wild and ungo. this lady
vernable as the sea or the wind ! made up of Mrs Oak. True.
storms and tempests! I cann't bear it: and, one Oak. Now I was thinking, that he might, with way or other, I will put an end to it. your leave, my dearMrs Oak. Well !
SCENE III.-Lady FREELOVE's House Oak. Bring her home here.
Enter Lady FREELOVE with a card-Sertant Airs Oak. How? Oak. Yes, bring her home here, my dear -it
following will make poor Charles's mind quite easy: and L. Free. [Reading as she enters.]—* And wil
take the liberty of waiting on her ladyship en ca. L. Free. Indeed, my dear, these antediluvian valier, as he comes from the menége." Does any notions will never do now-a-days; and at the body wait that brought this card ?
same time too, those little wicked eyes of yours Ser. Lord Trinket's servant is in the hall, ma speak a very different language. Indeed you have dam.
fine eyes, child! And they have made fine work L Free. My compliments, and I shall be glad with Lord Trinket. to see his lordship.- Where is Miss Russet ?
Har. Lord Trinket! (Contemptuously. Serv. In her own chamber, madam.
L. Free. Yes, Lord Trinket: you know it as L. Free. What is she doing ?
well as I do, and yet, you ill-natured thing, you Serz. Writing, I believe, madam.
will not vouchsafe him a single smile. But you L. Free. Oh! rieliculous !-scribbling to that must give the poor soul a little encouragement, Oakly, I suppose. [dpurl.]—Let her know I should pr’ythee do. be gladl of her company here. (Exit Servant. Har. Indeed I cann't, madam, for of all man
L. Free. It is a mighty troublesome thing to kind Lord Trinket is my aversion. manage a simple girl, that knows nothing of the L. Free. Why so, child? He is counted a wellworld. Harriot, like all other girls, is foolishly bred, sensible young fellow, and the women all fond of this young fellow of her own choosing, think him handsome. her first love ; that is to say, the first man that is Hur. Yes, he is jnst polite enough to be able particularly civil, and the first air of consequence to be very unmannerly with a great deal of good which a young lady gives herself. Poor silly soul ! breeding; is just handsome enough to make him -But Oakly must not have her positively. A most excessively vain of his person; and has just match with Lord Trinket will add to the dignity reflection enough to finish him for a coxconb; of the family. I must bring her into it. I will qualifications, which are all very common among throw her into his way as often as possible, and those whom your ladyship calls men of quality. leave him to make his party good as fast as he can. L. Free. A satirist too! Indeed, my dear, thie But here she comes.
affectation sits very awkwardly upon you. There
will be a superiority in the behaviour of persons Enter HaraoT.
of fashion. Well, Harriot, still in the pouts ! nay, pr’ythee, Har. A superiority, indeed ! For his lordship my dear little run-away girl, be more cheerful ! always behaves with so much insolent familiarity, your everlasting melancholy puts me into the va
that I should almost imagine he was soliciting me pours.
for other favours, rather than to pass my whole Har. Dear maslam, excuse me. How can I be life with bim. cheerful in my present situation? I know
L. Free. Innocent freedoms, child, which every ther's temper so we!!
, that I am sure this step of fine woman expects to be taken with her, as an mine must almost distract him. I sometimes wish acknowledgment of her beauty. that I had remained in the country, let what would llur, They are freedoms, which, I think, no inhave been the consequence.
nocent woman can allow. L. Free. Why, it is a naughty child, that's cer
L. Free. Romantic to the last degree !-Why, tain; but it need not be so uneasy about papa, as you are in the country still, Harriot. you know that I wrote by last night's post to ac
Enter Servant. quaint him that his little lost sheep was safe, and that you are ready to obey his cominands in every Serv. My Lord Trinket, madam. (Exil Servant. particular, except marrying that oaf, Sir Harry L. I'pee. I swear now I have a good mind to Beagle. Lord! Lord! what a difierence there tell him all you have said. is between a country and town education! Why, a London lass would have jumped out of a win
Enter Lord TRINKET in boots, 8c. as from the dow into a gallant's arms, and without thinking
Riding-House. of her father, unless it were to have drawn a few Your lordship’s most obedient humble servant. bills on him, been an hundred miles off, in nine L. Trink. Your laclyship does me too much or ten hours, or perhaps out of the kingdom in honour. Here I am en bottine as you see,-ju:t twenty-four.
come from the menége. Miss Russct, I am your Har. I fear I have already been too precipitate. slave. I declare it makes me quite happy to find I tremble for the consequences.
you together. 'Pon honour, ma'am, (To HanL. Free. I swear, child, you are a downright | RIOT.] I begin to conceive great hopes of you : prude. Your way of talking gives me the spleen; and as for you, Lady Freelovc, I cannot sufficiso full of affection, and duty, and virtue, 'tis just ently commend your assiduity with
pulike a funeral sermon. And yet, pretty soul! it pil. She was before possessed of every grace that can love. Well, I wonder at your taste; a sneak nature could bestow on her, and nobody is so ing simple gentleman! without a title ! and when, well qualified as your ladyship to give her the bon to my knowledge, you might have a man of quality to-morrow.
Har. Compliment and contempt all in a breath! Hur. Perhaps so.
Your ladyship must excuse My lord, I am obliged to you. But, waving my me, but many a man of quality would make mc acknowledgments, give me leave to ask your lord
ship, whether nature and the Bon Ton (as you call