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Lord Aimworth, Sir Harry, Lady Sycamore, Patty, Theodosia, Mervin, Fairfield, Ralph, Giles.
Giles. Ods bobs, where am I running—I beg pardon for my audacity. 710
Ral. Hip, farmer; come back, mon, come backSure my lord's going to marry sister himself; feyther's to have a fine house, and I'm to be a captain.
L. Aim. Ho, Master Giles, pray walk in; here is a lady who, I dare swear, will be glad to see you, and give orders that you shall always be made welcome.
Ral. Yes, farmer, you'll always be welcome in the kitchen. , 719
L. Aim. What, have you nothing to say to your old
acquaintance Come, pray let the famer salute
you Nay, a kiss—I insist upon it.
S. Har. Ha, ha, ha—hem I
L. Syc. Sir Harry, I am ready to sink at the monstrousness of your behaviour.
L. Aim. Fye, Master Giles, don't look so sheepish j you and I were rivals, but not less friends at present. You have afred in this affair like an honest Englishman, who scorned even the shadow of dishonour, and thou shall sit rent-free for a twelvemonth.
S. Har. Come, shan't we all salute With your
leave, my lord, I'll
L.Syc. Sir Harry!
L. Aim. field who toill to forms a martyr,
While unatu'd by idle shame,
Heedless of the millions blame.
Women grac'd in nature'sframe,
Have a right from man to claim.
The. Eas'd of doubts andfea rs presaging,
What new joys within me rise I
Dares no longer tyrannize,
When the blust'ringfury dies,
Prospeils fair, and cloudless shies I
S. Har. Dad but this is wond'rous pretty,
Tho' / scarce hnow what to say.'
Here's a wife, can wisely sway:
Patty. My example is a rare one;
But the cause may be divin'd:
Hope discerning men to find.
Bright in person, sage in mind,
Full as splendid, and as hind.
Giles. Laugh'd at, slighted, circumvented,
And expos''dfor folhs to see'I,
For hisfollies in a sheet.
Since thefates have thought them meet:
All my wishes are complete.