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for joy! Ha' done making love, and fall down on Slock. I hope, Miss Duley, he has atoned to your knees to every saint in the kalendar; for you as a gentleman ought ? they're all on your side, and honest St Patrick at Lou. Mr Belcour, sir, will always do what a the head of them.

gentleman ought-and, in my case, I fear only Cha. O Louisa, such an event! By the luckiest you will think he has done too much. chance in life, we have discovered a will of my Stock. What has he done? and what can be grandfather's, made in his last illness, by which too much ? Pray, Heaven, it may be as I wish ! he cuts off my aunt Rusport with a small annui

(Aside. ty, and leaves me heir to his whole estate, with Dud. Let us hear it, cluild. a fortune of fifteen thousand pounds to yourself. Lou. With confusion for my own unworthiness,

Lou. What is it you tell me? O, sir, instruct I confess to you he has offered me me to support this unexpected turn of fortune. Stock. Himself?

[To her father.

Lou. 'Tis true. Dud. Name not fortune; 'tis the work of Pro Stock. Then, I am happy: all my doubts, my vidence-'tis the justice of Heaven, that would cares are over, and I may own him for any son. not suffer innocence to be oppressed, nor your Why, these are joyful tidings : come, my good base aunt to prosper in her cruelty and cunning. friend, assist me in disposing your lovely daughter

(A servant whispers Belcour, and he goes to accept this returning prodigal : he is no uniout.

principled, no hardened libertine ; his love for you O'Fla. You shall pardon me, Captain Dudley, and virtue is the same. but you must not overlook St Patrick neither ; Dud. 'Twere vile ingratitude in me to doubt for, by my soul, if he had not put it into my his merit-What says my child ? head to slip behind the screen when your righte O'Flu. Begging your pardon now, 'tis a frivoous aunt and the lawyer were plotting together, lous sort of a question, that of yours; for you I don't see how you would ever have come at may see plainly enough, by the young lady's looks, the paper there, that Mr Stockwell is reading. that she says a great deal, though she speaks neDud. True, my good friend; you are the fa.

ver a word. ther of this discovery; but how did you contrive

Cha. Well, sister, I believe the major has fairly to get this will from the lawyer ?

interpreted the state of your heart. ÖPla. By force, my dear-the only way of

Lou. I own it: and what must that heart be, getting any thing from a lawyer's clutches. which love, honour, and benevolence, Like Mr Bela

Stock. Well, major, when he brings his action cour's, can make no impression on ? of assault and battery against you, the least Stock. I thank you. What happiness has this Dudley can do is, to defend you with the wea hour bronght to pass ! pons you have put into his hands.

O'Fla. Why don't we all sit down to supper, Chu. That I am bound to do; and after the then, and make a night on't? happiness I shall have in sheltering a father's age

Stock. Hold, here comes Belcour. from the vicissitudes of life, my next delight will be in offering you an asylum in the bosom of your

BELCOUR, introducing Bliss RUSPORT. country.

Bel. Mr Dudley, here is a fair refugee, who O'Fla. And upon my soul, my dear, 'tis high properly comes under your protection : she is time I was there; for 'tis now thirty long years equipt for Scotland; but your good fortune, which since I set foot in my native country-and, by I have related to her, seems inclined to save you the power of St Patrick, I swear, I think it's both the journey-Nay, madam, never go back; worth all the rest of the world put together.

you are amongst friends. Dud. Ay, major, much about that time have I Charles. Charlotte ! been beating the round of service, and 'twere Char. The same; that fond officious girl, that well for us both to give over: we have stood haunts you every where ; that persecuting spimany a tough gale, and abundance of hard blows; ritbut Charles shall lay us up in a little private, but

Churles. Say rather, that protecting angel : safe, harbour, where we'll rest from our labours, such you have been to me. and peacefully wind up the remainder of our Char, 0, Charles ! you have an honest, but days.

proud heart. OʻFla. Agreed ; and you may take it as a Charles. Nay, chide me not, dear Charlotte. proof of my esteem, young man, Major O'Fla Bel. Seal up her lips then; she is an adorable herty accepts a favour at your hands-for, by girl; her arms are open to you; and love and hapHeaven, I'd sooner starve than say, “I thank you' piness are ready to receive you. to the man I despise. But I believe you are an

Charles. Thus, then, I claim my dear, my des. honest lad, and I am glad you have trounced the ined wife.

(Embrucing her old cat—for, on my conscience, I believe I must

Enter Lady RUSPORT.
otherwise have married her myself, to have let
you in for a share of her fortune.

Lady Rus. Hey-day! muhiy fine! wife, truly!
Stock. Hey-day, what's become of Belcour ? mighty well ! kissing, embracing-

-clid ever any Lou. One of your servints called him out just thing equal this Why, you shameless hussy? now, and seemingly on sme earnest bccasion.

But I won't condescend to waste a word upon you

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You, sir, you, Mr Stockwell, you fine, sanctified, | ced him to give it me of his own accord, for nothing fair-dealing man of conscience, is this the principle at all, at all. you trade upon ? Is this your neighbourly system, Lady Rus. Is it you that have done this ? Am to keep a house of reception for run-away daugh. I foiled by your blundering contrivances, after all? ters, and young beggarly fortune-hunters?

O'Fir: 'Twas a blunder, faith, but as natural a O'Fla. Be advised now, and don't put yourself one as if I had made it o' purpose. in such a passion; we were all very happy till you Charles. Come, let us not oppress the fallen ; came.

do right even now, and you shall have no cause to Lady Rus. Stand away, sir! have not I a rea- complain. son to be in a passion?

Lady Rus. Am I become an object of your pity, OF. Indeed, honey, and you have, if you then? Insufferable! Confusion light amongst you! knew all.

Marry and be wretched : let me never see you Luity Rus. Come, madam, I ha e found out

Erit. your haunts; dispose yourself to return home Chur. She is outrageous ; I suffer for her, and with me. Young man, let me never sce you within blush to see her thus exposed. my doors again. Mr Stockwell, I shall report your Charles. Come, Charlotte, don't let this angry behaviour, depend upon it.

woman disturb our happiness : we will save her in Sto. k. Hold, madam; I cannot consent to lose spite of herself ; your father's memory shall not Miss Rusport's company this evening, and I am be stained by the discredit of his secord choice. persuaded you won't insist upon it: 'tis an un Char. I trust implicitly to your discretion, and motherly action to interrupt your daughter's hap- am in all things yours. piness in this manner ; believe me it is.

Bel. Now, lovely, but obdurate, does not this Lady Rus. Her happiness, truly! upon my example soften? word! and I suppose 'tis an unmotherly action Lou. What can you ask for more ? Accept my to interrupt her ruin; for what but ruin must it hand, accept my willing heart. be to marry a beggar ! I think my sister had a Bel. o, bliss unutterable ! brother, father, proof of that, sir, when she made choice of you. friend, and you, the author of this general joy

[To Capt. Dudley. O'Fla. Blessings of St Patrick upon us all ! Dud. Don't be too lavish of your spirits, Lady | 'Tis a night of wonderful and surprising ups and Rusport.

downs : I wish we were all fairly set down to supO'Fla. By my soul, you'll have occasion for a per, and there was an end on't. sip of the cordial elixir, by and by.

Stock. Hold for a moment ! I have yet one Stock. It don't appear to me, madam, that Mr word to interpose-Entitled, by my friendship, Dudley can be called a beggar.

to a voice in your disposal, I have approved your Lady Rus. But it appears to me, Mr Stockwell match : there yet remains a father's consent to -I am apt to think a pair of colours cannot fur. be obtained. nish settlement quite sufficient for the heiress of Bel. Have I a father ? Sir Stephen Rusport.

Stock. You have a father : did not I tell you I Char. But a good estate, in aid of a commission, I had a discovery to make ? Compose yourself: you may do something.

have a father, who observes, who knows, who Lady Rus. A good estate, truly! where should loves you. he get a good estate, pray?

Bel. Keep me no longer in suspense! my heart Slock. Why, suppose now a worthy old gentle- is softened for the affecting discovery, and nature man, on his death-bed, should have taken it in fits me to receive his blessing. mind to leave him one

Stock. I am your father. Lady Rus. Ha! what's that you say ?

Bel. My father ! Do I live ? O'Fla. O ho! you begin to smell a plot, do Stock. I

am your father.

Bel. It is too much; my happiness overpowers Stock. Suppose there should be a paper in the me: to gain a friend, and find a father, is too world that runs thus_“I do hereby give and much: I blush to think how little I deserve you. bequeath all my estates, real and personal, to

(They embrace. Charles Dudley, son of my late daughter, Louisa," Dud. See, children, how many new relations &c. &c. &c.

spring from this night's unforeseen events, to enLady Rus. Why, I am thunderstruck ! By dear us to each other. what contrivance, what villainy, did you get pos. OʻFla. O' my conscience, I think we shall be session of that paper ?

all related by and by. Stock. There was no villainy, madam, in get Stock. How happily has this evening conclu. ting possession of it: the crime was in concealing ded, and yet how threatening was its approach ! it; none in bringing it to light.

Let us repair to the supper-room, where I will Lady Rus. Oh, that cursed lawyer, Varland ! unfold to you every circumstance of my mysteri

O'Fla. You inay say that, faith! he is a cursed ous story. Yes, Belcour, I have watched you with lawyer, and a cursed piece of work I had to get a patient, but inquiring eye; and I have discovere the paper from him. Your ladyship now was to ed, through the veil of some irregularities, a heart have paid him five thousand pounds for it-1 for- beaming with benevolence, an animated nature,

you?

fallible, indeed, but not incorrigible; and your beseech you, amiable Louisa, for the time to come, election of this excellent young lady makes me whenever you perceive me deviating into error or glory in acknowledging you to be my son. offence, bring only to my mind the Providence of

Bel. I thank you and, in my turn, glory in this night, and I will turn to reason, and obey. the father I have gained : sensibly impress'd with

(Exeunt omnes. gratitude for such extraordinary dispensations, I

EPILOGUE.

WRITTEN BY DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.

SPOKEN BY MRS ABINGTON,

fancy ?

CONFESS, good folks, has not Miss Rusport shewn, Learnt Greek [Laughs.)–Our outside head Strange whims for SEVENTEEN HUNDRED SE

takes half a day ; VENTY-ONE ? Have we much time to dress the inside, pray

? What, pawn her jewels—There's a precious No heads dress'd à la Greque; the ancients quote, plan!

There may be learning in a papillote:
To extricate from want a brave old man ; Cards are our classics ; and I, Lady B,
And fall in love with poverty and honour In learning will not yield to any

she
A girl of fortune, fashion ? -Fie upon her. Of the late-founded female university.
But do not think we females of the stage But now for Lady Blab-
So dead to the refinements of the age,
That we agree with our old-fashion'd poet :

[Speuks as my Lady.) I am point blank against him, and I'll shew it:

“ Tell me, Miss Nancy, And that my tongue may more politely run, What sports and what employments did they Make me a lady Lady Blabington. Now, with a rank and title to be free, I'll make a catechism and you shall see

(Speaks as Miss. What is the veritable beaume de vie :

The vulgar creatures seldom left their houses, As I change place I stand for that, or this

But taught their children, work'd, and loved My lady questions first—then answers miss.

The use of cards at Christmas only knew, [She speaks as my Lady.!

They play'd for little, and their games were few, “Come, tell me, child, what were our modes and One-and-thirty, Put, All-fours, and Lantera-loo. dress,

They bore a race of mortals stout and boney, In those strange times of that old fright, Queen And never heard the name of Macaroni.

Bess?
And now for miss-

[Speaks as my Lady.]

"O brava, brava! that's my pretty dear! (She changes place, and speaks for Miss.] Now let a modern, modish fair appear; When Bess was England's queen,

No more of these old dowdy maids and wives, Ladies were dismal beings, seldom seen ;

Tell how superior beings pass their lives.”
They rose betimes, and breakfasted as soon
On beef and beer-then studied Greek till noon:

[Speaks as Miss.) Unpainted cheeks with blush of health did glow, Till noon they sleep, from noon till night they Beruffed and fardingaled from top to toe,

dress, Nor necks, nor ancles, would they ever shew. From night till morn they game it more or less,

their spouses;

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SCENE I.-A Street in Bath.

Coach. Ay! Master thought another fit of the

gout was coming to make him a visit; so he'd a Coachman crosses the Stage-Enter Fag, look- mind to gi't the slip, and whip! we were all off ing after him.

at an hour's warning. Fag. What! Thomas ! Sure 'tis he?-What! Fag. Ay, ay! hasty in every thing, or it would Thomas ! Thomas !

not be Sir Anthony Absolute. Coach. Hey! Odd's life ! Mr Pag! give us Couch. But tell us, Mr Fag, how does young your hand, my old fellow-servant.

master? Odd! Sir Anthony will stare to see the Fag. Excuse my glove, Thomas !—I'm devilish captain here! glad to see you, my lad: why, my prince of cha Fag. I do not serve Captain Absolute now. rioteers, you look as hearty!--But who the deuce Coach. Why, sure! thought of seeing you in Bath!

Fag. At present I am employed by Ensign Coach. Sure, master, Madam Julia, Harry, Mrs Beverley. Kate, and the postillion, be all corne.

Coach. I doubt, Mr Fag, you ha'n't changed Fag. Indeed!

for the better.

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