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Wolf. Mind that!

Con. Musha! the blessing of St. Patrick upon that ould head of yours.

Tor. What, they speak English, do they?

Lees. Very tolerably, sir!-Bred up general traders, they have a knowledge of several languages; and it would be highly for the good of the kingdom, if we could get more of them to settle among us.

Tor. Right, young gentleman! the number of the people forms the true riches of a state; however, now-a-days, London itself is not only gone out of town, but England itself, by an unaccountable fatality, seems inclin'd to take up her residence in America.

Lees. True, sir! and to cultivate the barbarous borders of the Ohio, we are hourly deserting the beautiful banks of the Thames.

Tor. [Shaking him by the hand.] You must come and see me at my chambers, young gentleman! we must be better known to one another.

Con. Do you mind that, you thieves?

Lees. 'Twill be equally my pride, and my happiness to merit that honour, sir.

Tor. Let your friends follow me, sir!-and pray do you call upon me soon; you shall see a little plan which I have drawn up to keep this poor country, if possible, from undergoing a general sentence of transportation. Be pleased to come along with me, gentlemen-I'll satisfy you.


Leech. Well, master! I wish you joy.-You cann't say but we behaved to you like gemmen!

[Exeunt bailiffs.

Lees. And if your were all three in the cart, I don't know which of you I would wish to have respited from execution; I have played Mr. Torrington a little trick, Connolly, but the moment I come back I shall recover my reputation, if I even put myself voluntarily into the hands of those worthy gentleExit.


Con. Musha! long life to you old Shillaley; I don't wonder at your being afraid of a prison, for 'tis to be sure a blessed place to live in !-And now let my thick skull consider, if there's any way of preventing this infernal duel. -Suppose I have him bound over to the peace!-No, that will never do: it would be a shameful thing for a gentleman to keep the peace! besides, I must appear in the business, and people may then think from my connection with him, that he has'n't honour enough to throw away his life!Suppose I go another way to work, and send an anonymous letter about the affair to Mrs Belville; they say, though she is a woman of quality, that no creature upon earth can be fonder of her husband!Surely the good genius of Ireland put this scheme in my head. I'll about it this minute, and if there's but one of them kept from the field, I don't think that the other can be much hurt, when there will be no body to fight with him. [Exit.


Changes to Captain SAVAGE's Lodgings. Enter Captain SAVAGE and BELVILLE.

Capt. Why, faith, Belville, your detection, and so speedily too, after all the pretended sanctity of the morning, must have thrown you into a most humiliating situation.

Bel. Into the most distressing you can imagine: had my wife rav'd at my falshood, in the customary manner, I could have brazen'd it out pretty tolerably; but the angel-like sweetness, with which she bore the mortifying discovery, planted daggers in my bosom, and made me at that time wish her the veriest vixen in the whole creation.

Capt. Yet, the suffering forebearance of a wife, is a quality for which she is seldom allowed her merit; we think it her duty to put up with our falsehood, and imagine ourselves exceedingly generous in the main, if we practise no other method of breaking her heart.

Bel. Monstrous! monstrous! from this moment I bid an everlasting adieu to my vices: the generosity of my dear girl—

Enter a Servant to BELVILLE.

Ser. Here's a letter, sir, which Mr. Spruce has brought you.

Bel. Give me leave, Savage-Zounds! what an

A& III. industrious devil the father of darkness is, when the moment a man determines upon a good action, he sends such a thing as this, to stagger his resolution. Capt. What have you got there ?

Bel. You shall know presently. Will you let Spruce come in ?

Capt. Where have you acquired all this ceremony? Bel. Bid Spruce come in.

Ser. Yes, sir.

Capt. Is that another challenge?

Bel. 'Tis upon my soul, but it came from a beautiful enemy, and dares me to give a meeting to Miss Walsingham.

Capt. How!


Bel. Pray, Spruce, who gave you this letter?

Spruce. Miss Walsingham's woman, sir: she said it was about very particular business, and therefore I wou'dn't trust y any of the footmen.

Capt. O, damn your diligence.

Bel. You may go home, Spruce.


Spruce [Looking significantly at his master.] Is there no answer necessary, sir?

Bel. I shall call at home myself, and give the necessary answer.

Spruce. [Aside.] What can be the matter with him all on a sudden, that he is so cold upon the scent of wickedness? [Exit. Capt. And what answer do you propose making to it, Belville?

Bel. Read the letter, and then tell me what I should do-You know Miss Walsingham's hand.

Capt. O perfectly!-This is not—yes, it is herhand! I have too many curst occasions to know it. [Aside. Bel. What are you muttering about?-Read the letter. Capt. [Reads.] If you are not intirely discouraged by our last conversation, from renewing the subject which then gave offence

Bel. Which then gave offencethat it is not offensive any longer. Capt. 'Sdeath! you put me out.

the masquerade, this evening'

-You see, Savage,

You may at

Bel. You remember how earnest she was for the masquerade party.

Capt. Yes, yes, I remember it well: and I remember, also, how hurt she was this morning, about the affair of Miss Leeson. [side.] Have an opportunity of entertaining me'-O, the strumpet! [Aside.

Bel. But mind the cunning with which she signs the note, for fear it should by any accident fall into improper hands.

Capt. Ay, and you put it into very proper hands.' [Aside.] ‘I shal be in the blue domino.’

nature is

Bel. Yes, you know who.

The sig


Capt. May be, however, she has only written this to try you.

Bel. To try me! for what purpose? but if you read a certain postscript there, I fancy you'll be of a dif. ferent opinion.


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