it was reported that a youth died for love of me; one Joseph Perez, a tailor by trade; of the greyhound make, lank; and if my memory fail me not, his right shoulder about the breadth of my hand higher than his left; but he was upright as an arrow; and, by all accounts, one of the finest workmen at a button-hole !Leand. But where is Leonora ?

Urs. Where is she! by my troth, I have shut her up in her chamber, under three bolts and a double lock. Leand. And will you not bring us together?

Urs. Who I? How can you ask me such a question? Really, sir, I take it extremely unkind.

Leand. Well, but you misapprehend—

Urs. I told you just now, that if you mentioned that to me again, it would make me sick; and so it has, turned me upside down as it were.

Leand. Úrsula, take this gold.

Urs. For what, sir?

Leand. Only for the love of me.

Urs. Nay, if that be all, I won't refuse it, for I love you, I assure you; you put me so much in mind of my poor dear husband; he was a handsome man ; I remember he had a mole between his eye-brows, about the bigness of a hazel-nut; but, I must say, you have the advantage in the lower part of the countenance. Leand. The old beldam grows amorous- [Aside. Urs. Lord love you, you're a well-looking young

man.

Leand. But Leonora

Urs. Ha ha! ha! but to pretend you were lame.

I never saw a finer leg in my life.

Leand. Leonora

Urs. Well, sir, I'm going.

[Going R.

[Stops-Pauses—Returns.

Leand. I shall never get rid of her.

Urs. Sir

Leand. How now?

Urs. Would you be so kind, sir, as to indulge me with the favour of a salute? Leand. Ugh!

[Holds his cheek to her. Urs. Gad-a-mercy, your cheek! Well, well, I have seen the day; but no matter, my wine's upon the lees now; however, sir, you might have had the politeness when a gentlewoman made the offer-But Heaven bless you.

[Exit, R.

Enter MUNGO, L.

Mungo. (L.) Ah! Massa-You brave Massa, now; what you do here wid de old woman?

Leand. (R. C.) Where is your young mistress, Mungo? Mungo. By Gog she lock her up. But why you no tell me before time, you a gentleman?

Leand. Sure I have not given the purse for nothing. Mungo. Purse! what, you giving her money den?— curse her imperance, why you no give it me?—you give me something as well as she. You know, Massa, you see me first.

Leand. There, there, are you content?

Mungo. Me get supper ready, and now me go to de cellar-But I say, Massa, ax de old man now, what good him watching do, him bolts, and him bars, him walls, and him padlock?

Leand. Hist! Leonora comes.

Mungo. But, Massa, you say you teach me play.

Till we make a house ring,

And, tied in his garters, old Massa may swing.

[Exit at Cellar door.

SCENE II.-Interior of Don Diego's House.

Enter LEANDEr, Leonora, and URSULA, R. Leand. (c.) Oh, charming Leonora, how shall I express the rapture of my heart upon this occasion? I almost doubt the kindness of that chance which has brought me thus happily to see, to speak to you, without restraint. Urs. (R.) Well, but it must not be without restraint ;

it can't be without restraint; it can't, by my faith ;now you are going to make me sick again.

Leon. (R. C.) La, Ursula, I dare say the gentleman does'nt want to do me any harm-Do you, sir? I'm sure I would not hurt a hair of his head, nor nobody's else, for the lucre of the whole world.

Urs. (c.) Come, sir, where is your lute? You shall see me dance a saraband; [Capers clumsily about] or if you'd rather have a song-or the child and I will move a minuet, if you choose grace before agility.

Leand. This fulsome harridan

Leon. I don't know what's come over her, sir! I never saw the like of her since I was born.

Leand. I wish she was at the devil.

Leon. Ursula, what's the matter with you?

Urs. What's the matter with me! Marry come up, what's the matter with you? Signior Diego can't show such a shape as that; well, there is nothing I like better than to see a young fellow with a well-made leg.

Leand. Pr'ythee let us go away from her.
Leon. I don't know how to do it, sir.

Leand. Nothing more easy; I will go with my guitar into the garden; 'tis moon-light: take an opportunity to follow me there: I swear to you, beautiful and innocent creature, you have nothing to apprehend.

Leon. No, sir, I am certain of that, with a gentleman such as you are; and that have taken so much pains to come after me; and I should hold myself very ungrateful, if I did not do any thing to oblige you, in a civil way.

[URSULA dancing awkwardly in back ground. Leand. Then you'll come?

Leon. I'll do my best endeavours, sir.

Leand. And may I hope that you love me?
Leon. I don't know; as to that I can't say.

Urs. [Comes forward c.] Come, come, what colloguing's here; I must see how things are going forward; besides, sir, you ought to know that it is not manners to be getting into corners and whispering before company.

Leand. (L.) Psha!

Urs. Ay, you may say your pleasure, sir, but I'm sure what I say is the right thing; I should hardly choose to venture in a corner with you myself; nay, I would not do it, I protest and vow. [Exit, R.

Leand. Beautiful Leonora, I find my being depends upon the blessing of your good opinion; do you desire to put an end to my days?

Leon. No, indeed; indeed I don't.
Leand. But then-

SONG.-LEANDER.

In vain you bid your captive live,
While you the means of life deny;
Give me your smiles, your wishes give
To him who must without you die.
Shut from the sun's enlivening beam,
Bid flow'rs retain their scent and hue;
Its source dry'd up, bid flow the stream,
And me exist, depriv'd of you.

Enter URSULA, R.

[Exit, M. D.

Urs. Well, let me sit down a bit. [Sits R. c.] Come hither, child, I am going to give you good advice, therefore listen to me, for I have more years over my head than you.

Leon. Well, and what then?

Urs. What then? Marry, then you must mind what say to you-as I said before-but I say—what was I saying?

Leon. I'm sure I don't know,

Urs. You see the young man that is gone out there, he has been telling me, that he's dying for love of you; can you find in your heart to let him expire?

Leon. I'm sure I won't do any thing bad.

Urs. Why that's right; you learned that from me; have I not said to you a thousand times, never do any thing bad? have I not said it? answer me that.

Leon. Well, and what then?

Urs. Very well, listen to me; your guardian is old, and ugly, and jealous, and yet he may live longer than a better man.

Leon. He has been very kind to me, for all that, Ursula, and I ought to strive to please him.

Urs. There again; have I not said to you a thousand times, that he was very kind to you, and you ought to strive to please him? It would be a hard thing to be preaching from morning till night without any profit.

Leon. Well, Ursula, after all, I wish this gentleman

had never got into the house; heaven send no ill comes of it.

Urs. Ay, I say so too; heaven send it; but I'm cruelly afraid; for how shall we get rid of him? he'll never be able to crawl up the inside of the wall, whatever he did the out.

Leon. O Lord! won't he?

Urs. No, by my conscience, won't he; and when your guardian comes in, if we had fifty necks a-piece, he'd twist them every one, if he finds him here; for my part, the best I expect is, to end my old days in a prison. Leon. You don't say so?

Urs. I do indeed; and it kills me to think of it; but every one has their evil day, and this has been mine. Leon. I have promised to go to him into the garden. Urs. Nay, you may do any thing now, for we are undone; though I think, if you could persuade him to get up the chimney, and stay on the roof of the house until to-morrow night, we might then steal the keys from your guardian; but I'm afraid you won't be able to persuade him.

Leon. I'll go down upon my knees.

Urs. Find him out, [Rising] while I step up stairs. Leon. Pray for us, dear Ursula.

Urs. I will, if I possibly can.

SONG.-LEONORA.

Oh me, oh me, what shall we do?
The fault is all along of you:
You brought him in, why did you so?
"Twas not by my desire you know.
We have but too much cause to fear;
My guardian, when he comes to hear
We've had a man with us, will kill
Me, you, and all; indeed he will.
No penitence will pardon procure,
He'll kill us ev'ry soul, I'm sure.

[Exeunt, LEONORA, R. S. E. and URSULA, R. each
with a Candle.

Enter DON DIEGO, down the Stairs, groping his way, with a huge Padlock in his Hand.

Diego. All dark, all quiet; gone to bed and fast asleep, I warrant them; however, I am not sorry that I