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61 give laws of a sudden? Do you pretend to rise at court, and disapprove the pleasure of your betters ? Look ye, firrah, if ever you would rise by a great man, be sure to be with him in his little actions; and, as a step to your advancement, follow your master immediately, and make it your hope that he goes to a bawdy-house. Ori. Heavens forbid !

[Exit. Dur. Now would I sooner take a cart in company the hangman, than a coach with that woman.

What a strange antipathy have I taken against these creatures ! a woman to me is aversion upon aversion; a cheese, a cat, a breast of mutton, the squalling of children, the grinding of knives, and the snuff of a candle.

[Exit. SCENE, a bandfome Apartment,

Enter Mirabel and Lamorce,
Lam. To convince me, Sir, that your

service was fomething more than good breeding, please to lay out an hour of your company upon my desire, as you have already upon my necessity.

Mir. Your defire, Madam, has only prevented my request. My hours! make them yours, Madam ; eleven, twelve, one, two, three, and all that belong to those happy minutes.

Lam. But I must trouble you, Sir, to dismiss your retinue ; because an equipage at my door, at this time of night, will not be consistent with my reputation.

Mir. By all means, Madam, all but one little boy Here, page, order my coach and servants home, and do you stay ; 'tis a foolish country boy, that knows nothing but innocence.

Lam. Innocence, Sir! I should be forry if you made any finifter constructions of my freedom.

Mir. Oh, Madam, I must not pretend to remark upon any body's freedom, having fo entirely forfeited my own.

Lam, Well, Sir, 'twere convenient towards our easy correspondence, that we entered into a free confidence of each other, by a mutual declaration of what we are, and what we think of one another. Now, Sir, what are you?

Mir. In three words, Madam, -I am a gentleman, I have five hundred pounds in my pocket, and a clean

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Lam. And your name is

Mr. Mustapha-Now, Madain, the inventory of your fortunes.

Lam. My name is Lamorce; my birth noble ; I was married youny, to a proud, rude, sullen, impetuous fellow; the husband spoiled the gentleman; crying ruined my face, till at last I took heart, leaped out of a window, got away to my friends, sued iny tyrant, and recovered my fortune. I lived from fifteen to twenty to please a husband; from twenty to forty I'm resolved to please myfeif, and from thence upwards I'll humour the world.

Mir. The charming wild notes of a bird broke out of its

cage.

Lam. I marked you at the play, and something I saw of a well-furnished, careless, agreeable tour about you. Methought your eyes made their mannerly demands with such an arch modesty, that I don't know how-but I'm elop'd. Ha, ha, ha! I'm elop’d.

Mir. Ha, ha, ha! I rejoice in your good fortune with all my heart.

Lam. Oh, now I think on't, Mr. Muftapha, you have got the finest ring there; I could scarcely believe it right; pray, let me see it.

Mir. Hum !-Yes, Madam, 'tis, 'tis right--but, but, but, but, but it was given me by my mother; an old family ring, Madam, an old-fashioned family ring.

Lam. Ay, Sir-If you can entertain yourself with a

song for a moment, I'll wait on you immediately. 6 Come in there.'

Enter Singers. • Call what you please, Sir.'

TExit. Mir. “The new songomos Pr'ythee, Phillis." Song.' Certainly the stars have been in a strange intriguing humour when I was born. Ay, this night should I have had a bride in my arms, and that I should like well enough : but what should I have to-morrow night? The fame, And what next night? The same. And what next night? The very fame--Soup for breakfast

, soup for dinner, soup for lupper, and soup for breakfast again-But here's variety. • I love the fair who freely gives her heart, That's mine by ties of nature, not of art ;

Who boldly owns whate'er her thoughts indite, • And is too modest for a hypocrite.' [Lamorce appears at the dacr; as he runs tożyards her, four

Bravoes Atrp in before her. He starts back. She comes, the comes ! -Hum, hum--Bitch-Murdered, murdered to be sure! The cursed (trumpet, to make me send

away my servants !-Nobody near me-These cut. throats always make sure work. What shall I do? I have but one way. Are these gentlemen your relations, Madam?

Lam, Yes, Sir.

Mir. Gentlemen, your most humble servant. Sir, your most faithful; yours, Sir, with all my heart; your moit obedient. Come, gentlemen, (Salutes all round.] please to fit- no ceremony-next the lady, pray, Sir. Lan. Well, Sir, and how d'ye like my friends?

[They all fito Mir. Oh, Madam, the most finished gentlemen! I was never more happy in good company in my life. I supe pore, Sir, you have travelled?

i Bra, Yes, Sir,
Mir. Which way, Sir, may I presune?
1 Bra. In a western barge, Sir.

Mir. Ha, ha, ha, very pretty! facetious pretty gentleman.

Lam, Ha, ha, ha! Sir, you have got the prettiest ring upon your finger there

Mir. Ah, Madam, 'tis at your service with all my heart !

[Offering the ring. Lam. By no means, Sir; a family ring, [Takes it. Mir. No matter, Madam. Seven hundred pounds, by

[-4fdc. 2 Bra. Pray, Sir, what's o'clock? Mir. Hun !--Sir, I have left my watch at home. 2 Bra. I thought I saw the string of it juf now, Mir. Ods my life, Sir, I beg your pardon, here it is ;

(Putting it up: Lam. Oh, dear Sir, an English watch ! Tompion's, I presume.

Mir. D'ye like it, Madam ? ---No ceremony-ris at your service with all my heart and soul.----Toinpion's ! Hang ye!

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sword-hilt. Mir. I am mighty glad you like it, Sir. 1 Bra. Will you part with it, Sir ? Mir. Sir, I won't sell it. 1 Bra. Not fell it, Sir!

Mir. No, gentlemen ; but I'll bestow it with all my heart.

[Offering it. 1 Bra. Oh, Sir, we shall rob you!

Mir. That you do, I'll be sworn. [ Aside.] I have another at home ; pray, Sir-Gentlemen, you're too modest; have I any thing else that you can fancy? Sir, will you do me a favour [To the 1st Bravo.] I am extremely in love with that wig which

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do me the favour to change with me?

1 Bra. Look ye, Sir, this is a family wig, and I would not part with it; but if you like it.

Mir. Sir, your most humble servant. (They change cuigs. i Bra. Madam, your most humble save.

[Goes up foppishly to the lady, Salutes her. 2 Bra. The fellow's very liberal; shall we murder him?

[ Afide. 1 Bra. What, let him escape to hang us all, and I to lose my wig! No, 110 ; I want but a handsome pretence to quarrel with him; for you know we must act like

gentleinen. (Afide.] Here, fome wine. [Wine here.) Sir, your good health.

(Pulls Mirabel by the nose. Mir. Oh, Sir, your most humble servant! A pleasant frolic enough, to drink a man's health, and pull himn by the nose. Ha, ha, ha! the plealanteit pretty-humoured gentleman !

Lam. Help the gentleman to a glass. (Mir. drinks. 1 Bra. How d'ye like the wine, Sir?

Mir. Very gocd o' the hind, Sir. But I tell ye what ; I find we're all inclined to be frolicsome, and, 'egad, for my own part, I was never more disposed to be merry. Let's make a night on't, ha! - This wine is pretty ; but I have such Burgundy at home-Look ye, gentlemen, let me send for half a dozen flasks of my Burgundy, I defy France to match it-'Twill make us all life, all air ; pray, gentlemen2 Bra. Eh-Shall us have the Burgundy ?

1 Bra. Yes, faith, we'll have all we can. Here, call up the gentleman's servant-- What think you, Lamorce ?

Lam. Yes, yes. Your fervant is a foolish country boy, Sir, he understands nothing but innocence. Mir. Ay, ay, Madam. Here, page!

Enter Oriana. Take this key, and go to my butler, order him to send half a dozen falks of the red Burgundy, marked a thoufand : and be sure you make halte; I long to entertain my friends here, my very good friends.

Omnes. Ah, dear Sir!

1 Bra. Here, child, take a glass of wine-Your master and I have changed wigs, honey, in a frolic. Where had you this pretty boy, honest Mustapha.?

Ori. Mustapha !

Mir. Out of Picardy. This is the first errand he has made for ine, and if he does it right, I'll encourage him.

Ori. The red Burgundy,, Sir?

Mir. The red, marked a thousand; and be sure you make haste... Ori. I shall, Sir.

[Exit. 1 Bra. Sir, you were pleased to like niy wig, have you. any fancy for my coat? Look ye, Sir, it has served a great many honest gentlemen very faithfully,

Mir. Not fo faithfully; for I'm afraid it has got a fourvy trick of leaving all its masters in necessity. The info: lence of these dogs is beyond their cruelty. [ Aside.

Lam. You're melancholy, Sir.

Mir. Only concerned, Madam, that I should have no servant here but this little boy ; he'll make some confounded blunder, I'll lay my life on't :: I would not be disappointed of my wine for the universe.

Lam. He'll do well enough, Sir. But fupper's ready; will you please to eat a bit, Sir?

Mir.. Oh, Madamy. I never had a better stomach ini Lam.Come; then; we have nothing but a plate of foup. Mir. Afide.) Ah, the marriage-foup I could difpente with now !

[Exit, banding the lady. - 2 Bra. That wig won't fall to your share.

1 Bra. No, no, we'll settle that after supper.; in the mean time the gentleman thall wear it..

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