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Quid. Ay, thanks to Termagant, or I should
Enter RoveweLL. have been undermined here by you. Ter. [Looking in.) What the devil is here to shan't Le murdered amongst you.
Rove. But I say I will come in; my friend do now? I am all over in a quandary. Quid. Now, madam, an't you a talse girl-an
Bel. 'Sdeath, Roveweil! what brings you undutiful child? But I can get intelligence, you
here? see-Termagant is my friend, and if it had not
Rove. I have been waiting in a hackney-coach
for been for her
you these two hours; and split me but I was
afraid they had smothered you between two feaEnter Termagant.
Enter TERMAGANT. Ter. Oh, my stars and garters! here's such a piece of work-What shall I do?-My poor
Ter. More misfortunes! here comes the watch. dear Miss Harriet
Quid. The best news I ever heard ! Quid. What, is there any more news? What
Enter Watchmen. has happened now?
Ter. Oh, inadam, madam, forgive me, my dear Here, thieves! robbery! murder! I charge madam
I did not do it on purpose--I did them both; take them directly. not; as I bope for mercy, I did not!
Watch. Stand and deliver in the king's name! Quid. Is the woman crazy?
seize them; knock thein down! Ter. I did not intend to give it him ; I would Bel. Don't frighten the lady; here's my sword; have seen him gibbeted first. I found the letter
I surrender, in your bed-chamber; I knew it was the same
Rone. You scoundrels! Stand off, rascals! I delivered to you, and my curiosity did make
Watch. Down with him! down with him ! De pecp into it. Says my curiosity, Now, Ter
[Fight. magant, you may gratify yourself by finding out the contents of that letter, which you have so
Enter Razor, with the Gazette in his hand. violent an itching for.' My curiosity did say so;
Raz. What, a fray at my master Quidounc's! and then I own my respect for you did say to knock him down! knock him down! me, ‘Hussy, how dare you meddle with what [Folds up the Guzette, puts himself in a boring does not belong to you? Keep your distance, attitude, and fights with the watchmen.] and let your mistress's secrets alone.' And Quid. That's right; hold him fast! then upon that, in comes my curiosity again.
[Watchmen seize Rovewell. Read it, I tell you, Termagant, a woman of
Roce. You have overpowered me, you rascals! spirit should know every thing.' 'Let it alone, Ter. I believe as sure as any thing, as how you jade,' says my respect, it is as much as he's a bighwayman, and as how it was he that your place is worth.'
'What signification's a robbed the mail. place with an old bankrupper?' says my curio
Quid. What! rob the mail, and stop all the sity,' there's more places than one; and so read news! Search him, search him! he may have it, I tell you, Termagant.' I did read it; what the letters belonging to the mail in his pockets could I do? Heaven help me! I did read it; now: Ay, here's one letter, ‘. To Mr. Abraham I don't go to deny it; I don't, I don't, I don't ! Quidnunc. Let's see what it is~ Your dutiful
[Crying very bitterly. son John Quidnunc.' Quid. And I have read it, too; don't keep such Rove. That's my name, and Rovewell was bub an uproar, woman!
assumed. Ter. And after I had read it, thinks nie, ' I'll Quid. What, and am I your
father? give this to my mistress again, and ber gerema Raz. [Looks at him.] Oh, my dear sir! [Emnocus of a father shall never see it. And so, braces him, and powders him all over.] 'uis he as my ill stars would have it, as I was giving him sure enough! I remember the mole on his cheek a newspaper, I run my hand into the lion's -I shaved his first beard. mouth.
[Crying Quid. Just returned from the West Indies, I Bel. What an unlucky jade she has been!
[Aside. Roce. Yes, sir; the owner of a rich plantaHar. Well, there's no harm done, Termagant; tion. for I don't want to deceive my father.
Quid. What, by studying politics? Quid. Yes, but there is harm done. [ Knocking.] Rove. By a rich planter's widow; and I have Hey, what's all this knocking? Step and see, now fortune enough to make you happy in your Termagant. Ter. Yes, sir.
[Erit. Růz. And I hope I shall shave him again! Quid. A waiter from the coffee-house, may Rove. So thou shalt, honest Razor. In the hap, with some news. You shall go to the round- mean time, let me entreat you to bestow my bouse, triend. [To Bermour.) I'll carry you sister upon my friend Belmour here. there inyself; and who knows but I may meet a Quid. He may take her as soon as he pleases; parliament man in the round-house to tell me | 'twill make an excellent paragraph in the newssome politics !
Ter. There, madam, calcine your person to
Raz. With all my heart; I'm rare happy! him.
Quid. What are the Spaniards doing in the Come, Mr. Quidnunc, now with news ha' done, Bay oHonduras?
Blessed in your wealth, your daughter, and your Rove. Truce with politics for the present, if son; you peu e, sir. We'll think of our own affairs May discord cease, faction no more be seen : first, berore we concern ourselves about the ba- Be high and low for country, king, and queen. lance of power.
SCENE I.-A Room in Mr. Harlow's Miss Har. Never.
Mrs. Har. Upon a little consideration.
Miss Har. Upon no consideration. Enter MRS. Harlow and Miss Harlow.
Mrs. Har. You don't know how that may be;
recollect, sister, that you are no chicken-you Mrs. Har. My dear sister, let me tell you, are not now of the age that becomes giddiness
Miss Har. But, my dear sister, let me tell you and folly. it is in vain ; you can say nothing that will have Miss Har. Age, madamany effect.
Mrs. Har. Do but hear me, sister; do but hear Mrs. Har. Not, if you won't hear me; only me : A person of your yearshear me
Miss Har. My years, sister ! Upon my word Miss Har. Oh ! madam, I know you love to Mrs. Har. Nay, no offence, sisterhear yourself talk, and so please yourself—but Miss Har. But there is offence, madam : I I am resolved
don't understand what you mean by it-always Mrs. Har. Your resolution may aller. thwarting me with my years—my years, indeed!
when, perhaps, madam, if I was to die of old age
Enter TRIFLE. some folks might have reason to look about them,
Tri. Ob ! rare news, madam! charming news! MIrs. Har. She feels it, I see; Oh, I delight we liave got another letterin mortifying her. [Aside.] Sister, if I did not Miss Har. From whom? From Mr. Clerilove you, I am sure I should not talk to you in mont? where is it? this mapper. But how can you make so unkind Tri. Yes, madam; from Mr. Clerimont, maa return now, as to alarm me about myself? In dam. some sixteen or eighteen years after you, to be Miss Har. Let me see it; let me see it sure, I own I shall begin to think of making my quick, quick !
[Reads. will. llow could you be so severe? Aliss Har. Some sixteen or eighteen years,
« Mudam, madam! If you would own the truth, madamI believe, madam-you would find, madam, that
The honour of a letter from you has so filled the disparity, inadam, is not so very great, ma
my mind with joy and gratitude, that I want dan
words of force to reach but half my meaning. Mrs. Har. Well, I vow passion becomes
I can only suy that you have revived a heurt
you inordinately! It blends a tew roses with the lil-That was expiring for you, and now beats for lies of your cheek, and
Miss Har. And though you are married to my There, sister, mind that! Years indeed! brother, madam, I would have you to know, madam, that you are not thereby any way authori
[Reads to to herself. sed, madam, to take unbecoming liberties with
Mrs. Har. I wish you joy, sister I wish your sister. I am independant of my brother,
i had not gone to Ranelagh with her last week. madain; my fortune is in my own hands, madam, Who could have thought that her faded heauties and madam
would have inade such an impression on hin?
[ Aside. Mrs. Har. Well! do you know now, when your blood circulates a little, that I think you
Miss Har. Mind here again, sister. Reads. look mighty well! But you was in the wrong not to marry at my age-sweet three and twenty! 'Ever since I had the good fortune of seeing You can't conceive what a deal of good it would you at Ranelagh, your idea has been prer prehave done your temper and your spirits, if you sent to me ; und since you now give me leave, I had married early
shall, aithout delay, wait upon your brother, Miss Har. Insolent ! provoking! feinale ma and whatever terms he prescribes, I shall readily lice!
subscribe to; for, to be your slave, is dearer to Asrs. Par. But to be waiting till it is almost me than liberty. Thave the honour to remain, too late in the day, and force one's self to say
The humblest of your admirers, strange things—with the tongue and heart at variance all the time-- I don't mind the hideous
CLERIMONT. men'-' Ian
a very happy as I am'-and all that time, my dear dear sister, to be upon the tenter
There, sister ! hooks of expectation
Mrs. Har. Well, I wish you joy again-but Aliss Har. I upon tenter-hooks !
remember, I tell you take care what you doMrs. Har. And to be at this work of sour He is young, and, of course, giddy and incongrapes, vill one is turned of three and fortyMiss Har. Three and forty, madam ! I desire
Miss Har. He is warm, passionate and tensister-I desire, madam—three and forty, ma
MIrs. Hur. But you don't know how long that NIrs. Har. Nay, nay, nay; don't be angry-nay last ; and here are you gomy to break off a don't blame me ; blame my husband; he is your and approved, a match wiih Captain Cape, who
very suitable match, which all your frieuds liked own brother, you know, and he knows your age. Ile told me so.
to be sureMiss Har. Oh, madam, I see your drift
Miss Har. Don't name Captain Cape, I bebut you need not give yourself those airs, ma seech you ! don't name him. dam--the men don't see with your eyes,
Mrs. Har. Captain Cape, let me tell you, is madam--years, indeed ! Three and forty, tru
not to be despised; he has acquired by his voyly! I'll assure you-upon my wordhah ! ages to India, a very pretty fortune has a very fine! But I see plainly, madam, what you charming box of a house upon Hackney Marsh, are at-Mr. Clerimont, madam! Mr. Cleri- and is of an age every way suitable to you. mont, sister, that's what frets you-a young
Miss Har. There again, now! age, age, age busband, madam-Younger than your husband, for ever! Years, years, my years ! But I tell you madain-Mr. Clerimont, let me tell you, ma
once for.all, Mr. Clerimont does not see with dam
your eyes; I am determined to hear a more of Captain Cape; odious llackney Marsh ! ah, sis
ter! you would be glad to see me married in a Mr. Har. No, not I; I wish she may be middliny way
married to one or the other of them--for her Mrs. Hur. 1, sister! I am sure nobody will temper is really grown so very sour, and there is rejoice more at your preferment--I am resolved suchi eternal wrangling between ye both, that I never to visit her, if Mr. Clerimont marries her. wish to see her in her own house, for the peace
(Aside. and quiet of mine. Miss Har. Well, well; I tell you, Mr. Cle Mrs. Hur. Do you know this Mr. C'lerimont? rimont has won my heart; young, handsome, Mr. Hur. No; but I have heard of the family rich-town house, country house-equipage
--there is a very fine fortune-I wish he may to hiin, and only him, will I surrender myself
- bold his intention. three and forty, indeed ! ha, ha! you see m
my dear, Mrs. Har. Why, I doubt it vastly. dear sister, that these features are still regu Mr. Har. And truly so do I; for between lar and blooming ; that the love-darting eye has ourselves, I see no charms in my sisternot quite forsook me; and that I have made a Mrs. Har. For my part, I can't comprehend conquest which your boasted youth might be it- how she could strike his fancy, is to me the vain of.
inost astonishing thing-after this, I shall be surMrs. Hur. Oh, madam, I beg your pardon if prised at nothingI have taken too much liberty for
Mr. Har. Well
, strange things do lappen; Miss Hur. I humbly thank you for your ad- so she is but married out of the way, I am satisvice, my sweet, dear, friendly sister ; but don't fied-an old maid in a house is the devilenvy me, I beg you won't ; don't fret yourself; you can't conceive what a deal of good a sereni
Enter a Servant. ty of mind will do your health. I'll go and write an answer directly to this charming, charming Ser. Mr. Clerimont, sir, to wait on you. letter-sister, yours, I shall be glad to see you Mfr. Har. Shew him in--[Erit Servant)sister, at my house in Hill Street, when l'ain How comes this visit, pray? Mrs. Clerimoni--and remember what I tell you Mrs. Hur. My sister wrote to him to explain -that some faces retain their bloom and beauty himself to you; well it is mighty odd—but I'll longer than you imagine, my dear sister leave you to yourselves. The man must be an come, Trifle, let me fly this moment—sister, idiot to think of her.
(Aside and exit. your servant. [Erit Miss Harlow, with TRIFLE.
Enter CLERIMONT, Mrs. Har. Your servant, my dear. Well, I am determined to lead the gayest life in nature,
Mr. Hur. Sir, I am glad to have this pleaif she marries Clerimont. I'll have a new equi- sure. page, that's one thing and I'll have greater routs Cle. I presume, sir, you are no stranger to the than her, that's another-positively, I must business that occasions this visit ? outshine her there-and I'll keep a polite en
Mr. Har. Sir, the lionour you do me and my mity with her go and see her, may be once or familytwice in a winter—Madam, I am really so hur
Clé. Oh, sir, so be allied io your family by so ried with such a number of acquaintances, that tender a tie às marriage to your sister, will at I can't possibly find time.'-and then to pro- once reflect a credit upon me, and conduce to voke her, ' I wish you joy, sister; I hear you my happiness in the most essential point. The are breeding. Ha, ha ! that will so mortify her-| lady charmed me at the very first sight. I wish it may be a boy, sister.'-Ha, ba ! and
Mr. Har. The devil she did ! [Aside. then when her husband begins to dispise her, Cle. The sensibility of her countenance, the * Really sister, I pity you-had you taken my elegance of her figure, the sweetness of her manadvice, and married the India Captain-your nercase is a compassionate one.'--Coinpassion is Mr. Har. Sir, you, are pleased to— so insolent when a body feels none at all, ha, pliment. ha ! it is the finest way of insulting
Cle. Coinpliment ! not in the least, sir.
Mr. Har. The sweetness of my sister's manEnter Me. Harlow.
ner!-- Aside-la, ha !
Cle. The first time I saw her was a few nights Mr. Har. So, my dear; how are my sister's ago at Ranelagh ; though there was a crowd affairs going on?
of beauties in the room, thronging and pressMrs. Har. Why, my dear she has had ano-ing all around, yet she shone amongst them all ther letter from Mr. Clerimont; did you ever with superior lustre-she was walking arm in hear of such an odd, unaccountable thing, patch-arin with another lady— 10 opportunity offers ed up in a hurry here?
ed for me to form an acquaintance amidst the Mr. Hur. Why, it is sudden to be sure. hurry and bustle of the place, but I enquired
Mrs. Har. Upon my word, I think you had their names as they were going into their chariot, better advise her not to break off with Captain and learned they were Mrs. and Miss Ilarlow, Cape
From that moment she won my heart, and, at