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of as good quality-But to the purpose, if you will give me leave to acquaint you with it - Do you carry on the mistake of me: I'11

marry

'einNay, don't pause; -If you do, I'll spoil all.--I have some private reasons for what I do, which I 'll tell you within. In the mean time, I promiseand rely upon me—to help your mistress to a husband : nay, and thee too, Lucy---Here 's my hand, I will; with a fresh assurance. [Gives her more money.

Lucy. Ah, the devil is not so cunningYou know my easy nature -Well, for once I'll venture to serve you ; but if you do deceive me, the curse of all kind, tender-hearted women liglit upon you.

Bell. Tliat 's as much as to say, the pox take me.-Well, lead on.

[Exeunt.

Enter VAINLOVE, SHARPER, and SETTER. Sharp. Just now, say you, gone in with Lucy ?

Set. I saw him, sir, and stood at the corner where you found me, and overheard all they said: Mr. Bellmour is to marry `em.

Sharp. Ha, ha! 't will be a pleasant cheat I'll plague Heartwell, when I see him. Priythee, Frank, let's teaze him; make him fret, till he foam at the mouth, and disgorge his matrimonial oath with interest-Come, thou 'rt musty Set: [To Sharp.] Sir, a word with you.

[Whispers him, Vain. Sharper swears she has forsworn the letter

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I'm sure he tells me truth ;-but I am not sure she told him truth. Yet she was unaffectedly concerned, he says; and often blush'd with anger and surprise ; -And so I remember in the Park-She had reason, if I wrong ber-I begin to doubt.

Sharp. Say’st 'thou so!

Set. This afternoon, sir, about an hour before my master received the letter.

Sbarp. In my conscience, like enough.

Set. Ay, I know her, sir : at least, I'm sure I can fish it out of her : she's the very sluice to lier lady's secrets. 'Tis but setting her mill a going, and I can drain her of 'em all.

Sharp. Here, Frank, your blood-hound has made out the fault. This letter, that so sticks in thy maw, is counterfeit; only a trick of Silvia, in revenge, contrived by Lucy.

Vain. Ha! It has a colour-But how do you know it, sirrah?

Set. I do suspect as much ;-because why, sir,-
She was pumping me about how your worship’s af-
fairs stood towards Madam Araminta; as, when you
had seen her last; when you were to see her next;
and, where you were to be found at that time; and
such like.

Vain. And where did you tell her ?
Set. In the Piazza.
Vain. There I receiv'd the letter-It must be so

And why did you not find me out, to tell me this before, sot?

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Set. Sir, I was pimping for Mr. Bellmour.

Sharp. You were well employed I think there is no objection to the excuse.

Vain. Pox o’my saucy credulity“If I have lost her, I deserve it. But if confession and repentance be of force, I'll win her, or weary her into a forgive

[Exit. Sbarp. Methinks I long to see Bellmour come forth.

ness.

Enter BELLMOUR.
Set. Talk of the devil See where he comes.
Sharp. Hugging himself in his prosperous mischief

-No real fanatic can look better pleas’d, after a successful sermon of sedition.

Bell. Sharper, fortify thy spleen : such a jest ! Speak when thou art ready.

Sharp. Now, were I ill-natured, would I utterly disappoint thy mirth : “ hear thee tell thy mighty jest, “ with as much gravity as a bishop hears venereal “ causes in the spiritual court :" not so much as wrinkle

my

face with one smile ; but let thee look simply, and laugh by thyself.. Bell. Pshaw, no ; I have a better opinion of thy wit

-Gad, I defy thee. Sharp. Were it not loss of time, you should make the experiment. But honest Setter, here, overheard you with Lucy, and has told me all.

Bell. Nay, then, I thank thee for not putting me out of countenance. But, to tell you something you do not know I got an opportunity, after I had married

them, of discovering the cheat to Silvia. She took it, at first, as another woman would the like disappointment; but my promise to make her amends quickly with another husband, somewhat pacified her.

Sharp. But how the devil do you think to acquit yourself of your promise ? Will you marry her yourself?

Bell. I have no such intentions at presentPr’ythee, wilt thou think a little for me? I am sure the ingenious Mr. Setter will assist.

Set. O lord, sir!
Bell. I'll leave him with you, and

go
shift
my

habit. [Exit.

Enter Sir JOSEPH, and BLUFF. Sharp. Heh! Sure Fortune has sent this fool hither on purpose. Setter, stand close; seem not to observe them; and, 'e

[Whispers. Bluff. Fear him not-I am prepar'd for him now; and he shall find he might have safer rous’d a sleep.

ing lion.

Sir Jos. Hush, hush: do n't you see him?
Bluff. Shew him to me. -Where is he?

Sir Jos. Nay, do n't speak so loud—I don't jest, as I did a little while ago---Look yonder-Agad, if he should hear the lion roar, he'd cudgel him into an ass, and his primitive braying. Don't you remember the story in Æsop's Fables, bully? A-gad, there are good morals to be pick'd out of Æsop's Fables, let me tell you that; and Reynard the Fox, too.

Bluf. Damn your morals.

Sir Jos. Proythee, don't speak so loud.

Bluff Damn your morals; I must revenge the af front due to my honour.

[In a low voice. Sir Jos. Ay, do, do, captain, if you think fitting

-you may dispose of your own flesh as you think fitting, d’ye see : but, by the Lord Harry, I'll leave you.

[Stealing away upon his tiptoes. Bluf. Prodigious! What, will you forsake your friend in extremity! You can't in honour refuse to carry him a challenge.

[ Almost whispering, and treading softly after him. Sir Jos. Pr’ythee, what do you see in my face, that looks as if I would carry a challenge ? Honour is your province, captain ; take it-All the world know me to be a knight, and a man of worship.

Set. I warrant you, sir, I’m inst: ucted.
Sharp. Impossible! Araminta take a liking to a fool!

[ Aloud. Set. Her head runs on nothing else, nor she can talk of nothing else.

Sharp. I know she commended him all the while we were in the Park; but I thought it had been only to make Vainlove jealous.

Sir Jos. How's this! Good bully, hold your breath, and let 's hearken. A-gad, this must be I,

Sharp. Death, it can't be. An oaf, an ideot, a wittal.

Sir Jos. Ay, now it's out ; 't is I, my own indivi. dual person.

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