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Roe. [Sits across a chair and looks at Bob, after a pause.] So, sir you have the daring impudence not only to ring me up for your special amusement, but to rob
face. Bob. Perquisites, my lord, nothing more ; besides, if I am to injure my character by adopting that of a lawyer for half an hour—the least I may be spared is the lawful plunder of the profession. Consider the risk.
Enter RURAL, L. C. Rur. I can't find him anywhere. Roe. Mr. Rural.
Bob. The old money-lender-he has dogged us—the bailiff can't be far off-I must find my master.
[Exit Bob, cautiously, l. C. Rur. Why-surely
Roe. [Aside.] He detects me—better make him a confidant, or he may betray me.-Yes-yes-he-he-you look surprised—this dress—
Rur. But where's all this? (Touching his chin.
Roe. Ha ! sir! my judicious compliment to the court of Versailles-hush !—I'll tell you—it's a freak
Rur. Law !
Roe. Nothing more-[Aside to Rural,] you see[Aside.) aid me, Mercury, god of lies.-Aloud.] I told you I was assisting Coke to the hand of Miss Rocket.
Rur. You did—so am I.
Roe. The deuce you do—well—I'm going to ride postillion, that's all.
Rur. Going down as his groom ?
Roe. No! as her's—but hush–I implore-not a sylla. ble—could I but find Kate, without meeting my fatherI have secured the servants. [Goes up, C., and off, L.
Rur. Well, I had heard of young noblemen turning coachmen-but this is the first instance of one turning groom-1
Re-enter LORD POMPION, R. C. Lord P. They have gone, sir—the persons who were here this instant, do you know have they left the house?
Rur. You saw them ?
Rur. (Aside.] Oh! then he is in the secret.—You know, then-you are aware
Lord P. Of what ?
of Lord P. Ah! hush! [Seizes his arm, and looks round. Rur. Eh! what's the matter ? Lord P. My dear sir, you have gained, I know not by what accident, the possession of a secret of the deepest importance.--Yes, I confess it—the person who is now engaged in the menial capacity you mention, is my son.
Rur. Of course, he is-he is going to, ha! ha! ride postillion; what will he do next?
Lord P. You will conceal this secret ? Rur. If you desire it, certainly; I had suspicions that Miss Rocket was in love with him, but
Lord P. Miss Rocket! is it possible--my dear, dear şir, you transport me-could you but conclude a match between them.
Rur. Good gracious!
Lord P. [Aside.] Young ladies have eloped with their grooms before now. Rur. Why, my
lord. Lord P. I know you would start objections, I anticipate them. Listen--should this desirable event take place, it
be politic for me to show some temper, you understand
Rur. Certainly not.
Lord P. To be angry-but do not heed it twill only de in compliment to the colonel, and to conceal my relationsbip-Crosses to L.) Remember, there's a valuable benefice in my gift : it is just vacant. All I can say is consummate my hopes, and ask me for what you will, it
[Escit, L. Rur. But, my lord-Lady Alice . what can this meanan hour ago he told me that he designed Lord Charles for Lady Hawthorn, now he would give anything to see him married to Miss Rocket. This is all very strange if he agree to the match between his son and her ladyõlip, and the colonel consent to Littleton's proposals, and
shall be yours.
the young people love each other-why make any mystery? Ha! here is my boy-he seems annoyed-a
[Seats himself, C., and watches, L. Enter LITTLETON COKE, L., he walks up and down after
a pause. Lit. I don't think there was a fool in the house whom she did not flirt with through her opera-glass. Every one noticed it—she swept over the stalls, smiling at every eager eye that was fixed on her-damme, she appears intimate with the whole subscription—and then the omnibus boxes-oh, that was awful-why, every man in 'em went round into her box—they went by two's, relieving each other every five minutes, like sentries before Whitehall. She made herself the focus for every lorguette in the pit —and not content with that, she goes round into Lady Pompion's box, turns her back full upon the stage and me, and flirts with Tom, as if she had only six hours to live. I was obliged to groan in the middle of one of Grisi's finest arias—and nearly got turned out.
Rur. (1.) Littleton, fortune smiles on you—my dear boy, I give you joy-she is yours.
Lit. (R.) Is she?
Rur. The colonel says, his carriage and house are at your service, and that the affair ought to be settled before break fast to-morrow.
Lit. Aside. In all this excitement I had almost forgotten my election, and the colonel-of course! Roebuck told me he was violently opposed to his politics, he will aid
my return—I'll accept his offer.
Lit. Then it shall bear me from this fatal scene of enchantment, and you will accompany me,
Rur. May I-oh! what, with you! [Embracing him.
Lit. Forgive me, if in any moments of passion I have slighted your affection.
Rur. Slighted ! let me hear any one say you slighted —my dear boy, you have been all love, and—let's go [Aside.] I'll write to Tom to follow, ha! ha! Enter Tom Coke and LADY ALICE HAWTHORN, with let.
ters, laughing, L. Lit. Ha! they follow to outrage me even here. I'll remain.
[Retires up, R.
Lady A. (c.—To Littleton.] Oh! Mr. Coke, did you hear Lablache in the finale ? ha! ha!
Lit. (Aside.] She must have seen me leave the house in disgust before it ; I felt every eye was upon me.
Lady A, Ha! ha! he was too droll to bear. I would not hear or see any thing after that'would be a sacrilege. Lit. (Aside.] She can be amused, too!
Tom. [Aside.] She loves me--I felt it I am too full of bappiness to remain unforgiving: my heart has been knocking against my will all day long. I could not look at him wi’out a blush. - Brother Littleton, a word wi' you.
[Littleton Coke bows aside, and advances a little
you will be-join those young hearts and gain an old man's last prayers. [Rur. and Lady A. retire into the inner room.
Tom. Brother, a'm not goin to reproach you, but-but -no matter what you've been-forgive and forget. Littleton, we are brothers—flesh and blood do tingle against our parting this way—you are my father's son- the child of my mother-don't look from me, brother Littletonbecause there are tears in ma eyes that a'm not ashamed of-you tremble—so do I'аve got my hand out, though you don't see it-you'll take it?
Lit. This charity seems strangely sudden--to what do I owe it?
Tom. (L.) To her.
Coming down, c.
Lady A. I've taken a fancy to see you two shake hands : whoever begins shall be rewarded with my waist for the first polka at Rochester House to-night; do you hear, you statue ? (She goes to Littleton, who is standing, T., with his back towards his brother Tom.] Come, give me your hand.
Lit. His hand will suffice your ladyship for the present.
Lady A. (Aside.] Aba! have I reduced you to subrnission ? now I'll try on him if I have learned, by heart, the lesson he taught me an hour ago. [Aloud to Tom.] Will
you favour me with a moment's tête-à-tête with this amu. sing creature ? Tom. You command me.
[Exit, c. Lit. Will your ladyship excuse me? Lady A. No-I want you—don't go, I beg. Lit. (Aside.] She entreats-she repents.
[He pauses, she draws out a letter. She takes a letter from her breast—'tis to me. [She opens it.] No—she opens it-she reads it-[She sighs,] she is affected—what can it mean?
Lady A. Mr. Coke-I-I hurt my hand this evening, and am unable to write—would you have the kindness to answer, for me, this letter, and write as I tell you ?
Lit. Write as !_[Aside.] What does she-perhaps ’tis from Tom-it is-1
Lady A. (Having settled the writing materials for him.] Pray be seated. He sits. Now, will you promise me to write as I tell you ?
Lit. (Aside. She smiles, ah!--[Aloud.) I'll swear it. Lady A. “My dear”-let's see-yes-dear sir”. Lit. Two adjectives?
Lady A. Yes!" If [Reading letter,] fondest hopes” -poor fellow ! -“ if you imagine my treatment of be cruel”
Lit. (Aside. Damme, if she isn't making me wii'e a love letter to somebody; oh, that's too good!
[Rises and throws down
pen. Lady A. Bad pen ? don't stir, here's another. [Ofers a pen, he looks at her, and sneaks back.] “ You will forgive me, your letter now before me, so full of deep affection”. [Reads letter,] mad affection-ah !" has touched me to the heart.”
Lit. If I write that, may I-
Lady A. “Let me confess, that I am at this moment inflicting upon you a torture, which, although you deserve, I am too feeling to continue. Rather than see you suffer longer, let me own myself, for ever, your's.”
Lit. Is there any more ?