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unexpected pleasure, to find in you a friend of my son's allow me—the Countess—Mr. Čoke, of Ashby.

Lady A. Mr. Coke, of Ashby! Take care of Bichon, ha! ha!

Roe. Mr. Coke-Lady Alice Hawthorn, with whom the whole world is in love. Lady A. Speak for yourself, sir. [Speaks aside with Coke.Lady Pompion sounds a gong, and a Servant enters, L., who unwraps her feet and

wraps the dog in the shawl. Lord P. You will excuse me, Mr. Coke—the business of the nation-till dinner, eh? sans adieu ! Shakes his hand.] Charles, I can spare you a moment; follow me to my study.

[Crosses, L., and exit. Lady A. Adieu, Charles ! au plaisir, Mr. Poke--by, by, Alice. Lady A. Adieu, Bichon. [Exit Lady Pompion, R., followed by the Servant car

rying the dog Roe. What can this mean? Coke received with such fervour-and this--this is my return, after three years' absence! well!

[Going, L. Lady A. (R.) I say, Charley, are glacé silks out in Paris ?

Roe. By heaven!

Lady A. Ah! ah! I hope you don't swear-I mean in English ! ah! ah ! ah ! (Erit Roebuck, L.-Aside) So! a pair of recruits to


staff! Lit. {Aside.] And this glorious creature is the deadly widow whom Roebuck gives up without a sigh. [A pause.

Lady A. Well, Mr. Coke, if you have nothing droll to say, give us your maiden speech; on what question do you come out.

Lit. To love, or not to love !
Lady A. I'll settle thatấto love-carried, eh?
Lit. Without a division.

[Kisses her hand. Lady A. [Aside.] Hang the fellow's impudence.- Well, if you can't say something funny, make me cry;

I haven't cried since my marriage, except with laughing. Ycu are on a visit here, eh? you will find it a horrid bore.

Lit. I can view it only as a paradise at present; when your ladyship leaves it, I may see in it a desert.

Lady A. Are you an old friend of my ccusin's ?

Lit. Lord Charles and I entered Eton on the same day, and never parted for nine years--I may say we are brothers.

Lady A. I have a secret with which I mean to electrify the old folks here. I want a partner in the scheme -can I trust you?

Lit. With your whole heart.

Lady A. Miss Rocket, a friend of mine, is in love with my cousin Charles here--don't stare I found it out, and have asked her on a visit.

Lit. To supplant yourself!why, the Earl sent for Roebuck home, to-expressly-to-marry you.

Lady A. Me! oh, the old fox! Ha! ha! so, so !--S0 much the better; I'll teach him to keep his intrigues within Whitehall. --To begin, then, let's be friends.

Lit. Ah! beware, Lady Alice! the friend of a young and lovely woman should have sixty years, at least, and holy orders for his qualification.

Lady A. Young man, take my advice; a woman never likes her lover to be more careful of her character than she is herself, or too provident in his heart's economy; your sex arrogates too much on the solitary advantage which nature has given it over ours.

Lit. What is that?

Lady A. You are born without reputation. What club owns you?

Lit. None!

Lady A. Right-allow neither your opinions nor your society to be dictated to you ;--what clique claims you ?

Lit. Only one-(Aside.) the Queen's Bench,-[Aloud. but they are too exclusive and confined for me.

Lady A. You love liberty?
Lit. As a mistress likely to be lost.
Lady A. You are a man after my own heart.
Lit. I am, and I trust soon to come up with it.
Lady A. What is the world ?
Lit. A gentler synonym for vice in town.

Lady A. It seems to me that your sex is capable of but two characters--selfish politicians or reckless gamesters. Did modern chivalry erect new orders, one half nobility would range under the folds of a minister's table cloth, while the other would canonize Crockford.


con ?

Lit. Fair play, Lady Alice, or I must assert my sex.
Lady A. A challenge! tell me,

as this sex of


has adopted every effeminacy of soul in its desire to change genders with ours, when will you assume the fan and fla

Lit. When ladies who have already engrafted the whip on the parasol, revel in tops and inconceivables.

Lady A. Women must adopt your habits, if left at home to exercise those duties of husbands which you are performing in every

house but your own. Lit. At home! are ladies ever at home,” except, indeed, when under that pretext they invite the world to see their houses turned out of doors.

Lady A. To exhibit a satire upon men who regard matrimony as a ministerial sinecure.

Lit. [Half apart.] The duties of which are only known to the deputy.

Lady A. True; men, whose friendship means a design against a wife's heart, and whose honor only retains its existence for the convenience of swearing by spirit, represents to them but a contempt of norality; while to pay, has reference to nothing but visits.

Lit. Ahem ! [Aside.] she's becoming personal.
Lady A. Aha! [Aside.] that hit him in the conscience.

Lit. Were I a woman, such a contemplation of society would almost drive me to suicide.

Lady A. A fashionable alternative and genuine French. I've thought of it—but decided on not doing the world the honour of cutting it.

Lit. [Aside.] What a gorgeous creature. Can I believe that such an angel could ever be my property ?

Lady A. Now you are puzzling whether to propose to me next week or the one after-delay it. Meanwhile, make most of your time. I'll send you a voucher for Almack's—I'm a patroness, you know-here's my polka card-let's see ; I'm engaged for the 1st, 5th, 9th, and 17th.

[Sits on Ottoman, R. Lit. Put me down for all the rest.

Enchantress, you divine my very heart.

[Sits by her. Lady A. What wonder, when you are going to swear that I possess it. Lit. Ridicule you

will. Yes, I confess it, I cama

me, if

to pray.

here to see you--to woo you--perhaps to mock-be mer. ziful, for, see—Sits on the Ottoman at her feet.] I remain

Lady A. (Opening his hand and applauding on it with her own, as she eyes him through her glass.] Bravo-not bad-get up now, there's a dear man. I promise not to flirt with any one else for one calendar week-there, don't be vain; I once patronized a boy in the guards for two days, and now he won't enter the pit of the opera, during an aria, for fear of engaging the attention of the house. Lit. (Seizes her hand. Torturess

[Pauses. Lady A. Go on. Lit. (Looking at her hand.) You leave it in mine?

Lady A. Certainly, till you have kissed it--Littleton kisses her hand. They come forward.] Hang the fellow, he does not think I'm gone so far in love with him as to snatch it

away. Lit. I know not what to think, but this I know, that I'm the happiest wretch you ever doomed to misery.

Enter COLONEL ROCKET, C. Rock. Aha, my little congreve-—I've been looking for you everywhere.

Lady X. So, Colonel, I proved a sort of invisible shell, eh?

[Crosses, c. Rock. Only twice as mischievous ; I do believe one like you would unman a whole fleet. Ah! your friend in the


Lady A. On my own staff ! Colonel Rocket--Mr. Coke.

[Rocket crosses Coke. Rock. Coke! any relation to Cook, of the 23rd ? no! ah!

sorry for it! brave fellow-cut in two by a chain shot at Pullinabad, was knocked down by his top half myself --gallant fellow-bought I is kit for 100 rupees.

Lady A. Where's Kate ?

Rock. I picqueted her in the hall with the baggagem happy to make you acquainted, sir,- brought her up for a soldier's wife-perfect in her facings as a light company, and can manœuvre a battalion with any adjutant in the ser vice; look at her walk, thirty inches regulation pacem head up-left leg forward-perfection! that's the way to put a girl into the hands of a husband, sir. [Crosses, L.

Lady A. [Aside to Littleton.] She twists the old fellow round her finger like a purse !

[Miss Rocket screams without. Rock. Hollo ! that's her discharge-she is retiring upon her supports,

Lady A. Here she comes, as wild as game in July. Rock. Observe how steady she will file in-right wheel Miss Rocket runs in c., her bonnet hanging on her neck. Kate. He's here I saw him-IRock. Hollo ! fall in-halt-the devil-discipline !

Kate. Yes, my dear father, presently-but I believe be lives in this very house. Rock. Report yourself

, who? Kate. The gentleman who kissed-I mean, who assistcd me when we were upset, he rushed up to me in the hall here -and I was so—I screamed-1-here he is.

Enter ROEBUCK, C. Roe. Can I believe my eyes ? [Aside, seeing Rocket.] old Chili vinegar, by Jove !

Rock. Steady, Kate-stand at ease-now, sir, might I ask why, sir,-you-you-damme, sir-why do you drive in niy picquet in this way?

Roe. Really-sir-I-I

Laly A. (Advancing, R.] Permit me, Colonel, to introduce to you Lord Charles Roebuck, son of the Earl of Pompion, who is too happy in being your host.

Rock. Sir, your hand. No apology, enough, I accep the quarters. Roebuck, in the army-no !-any relation to Rover, of the 81st, retired on full pay and two wooden legs, after Nepaul? No! no matter-my daughter, Kate Rocket-Bombay Cavalry.

Roe. Allow me to apologise. [Aside.] Whom have I to Thank for this ?

(Crossing to Kate. Lady A. (Aside.] Me! I'm in the secret-she has consessed all to me-I invited them here-am I not an angel?

Roe. [Aside.] A divinity! How do you find Coke ? Lady A. As impudent as an heiress

Roe. My father mistook him for his brother, whose ar. rival has rectified the error- -I have left him closeted with the Earl.

[Goes up to Miss Rocket.

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