Enter Brisk. Brisk. Boys, boys, lads, where are you? What, do you give ground? Mortgage for a bottle, ha? Careless, this is your trick; you are always spoiling company by leaving it,

Care. And thou art always spoiling company by coming into it.

Brisk. Pooh, ha, ha, ha. I know you envy me. Spite, proud spite, by the gods !, and burning envy.---I'll be judged by Mellefont here, who gives and takes raillery better, you or I. Pshaw, man, when I say you spoil. company by leaving it, I mean you leave nobody for the company to laugh at. I think there. I was with you, ha! Mellefont.

Mel. O my word, Brisk, that was a home thrustyou have filenced him.

Brisk. Oh, my dear. Mellefont, let me perish if thou art not the soul of conversation, the very effence of wit, and spirit of wine -The deuce take me, if there were three good things said, or one underitood, since thy am-putation from the body of our society - He, I think that's pretty and metaphorical enough : 'Egad, I could not have said it out of thy company-Careless, ha !

Care. Hum, what is it?

Bri:k. O, mon cæar!. What is't! Nay, gad I'll pu, nish you for want of apprehenfion :--the deuce take me

Mel. No, no, hang him, he has no taste-But, dear Brisk, excuse me, I have a little busineis.

Care. Pr’ythee, get thee gone : thou seest we are ferious. Mel

. We'll come immediately if you'll but go in, and keep up good humour and sense in the company : Pr'ythee do they'll fall afleep else.

Brisk. 'Egad so they will - Vell I will, I will.; gad you shall command me from the zenith to the nadir. But the deuce take me if I say a good thing 'till you come.But pr’ythee, dear rogue, make halte, pr’ythee make hafte, I shall burft else. -And yonder your uncle, my Lord Touchwood, swears he'll dilinherit you, and Sir Paul Piyant threatens to disclaim you for a ion-in-law, and my Lord Froth won't dance at your wedding to-mor.

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İDW; nor the deuce take me, I won'e write your epithalamium-and see what a condition you're like to be brought to.

Md. Welt, I'll speak but three words, and follow you,

Brisk. Enough, enough. Careless, bring your apprehenfion along with you.

[Exil, Care. Pert corcomb.

Mel. Faith, 'tis a good-patured coxcomb, and has reTy entertaining follies. You muft be more humane to him; at this juncture it will do me fervice. I'll tell you, I would have mirth continted this day at any rate; the patience purchafe folly, and attention be paid with noise. There are cimes when fenfe may be unseasonable, as well as truth. Pr'ythet do thou wear none to. day; bat allow Brif to have wit, thar thou mayit seeni a fool.

Care. Why, hot now, why this extravagant propofition?

Mel. O, I would have no room for serious design, for I am jealous of a plor. I would have unite and impertiHence keep my Lady Touchwood's head from working: for Hell is not more busy than her brain, nor contains more devils than thar imaginarions.

Care. I thought your fear of her had been over 1s not to-morrow appointed for your marriage with Cyn. thia, and her father Sir Paul Piyant come to settle the writings this day, on purpose ?

Mci. True; but you thall judge wherker I have not teafon to be alarmed. None befides you and Molkwell are acquainted with the tecter of my aunt Touchwood's violent paflion for me. Since diy firit rerufal or her addresses, the has endeavoured ro do me all ill offices with my uncle; yet has managed them with that fubiilty, that to him they have borne the face of kindness, while her malice, lite a dark lanthorn, onls phone upon me, where it was directed. Still it gave me lets perplesity to prevent the fuccefs of her difpleafure, than to avoid the importunities of her love ; and of (wo evits, I thought myself favoured in her averfion : but whether urged by her defpair, and the fort protpett of time the faw, to accomplish hier defigns; wherler che hopes of revenge, or of her l'ove, terminated in the view of this iny mara B


riage with Cynthia, I know not; but this morning the furprized me in my bed.

Care. Was there ever such a fury ! 'Tis well Nature has not put it into her sex's power to ravish.-Well, bless us! proceed. What followed?

Mil. What at first amazed me; for I looked to have seen her in all the transports of a slighted and revengeful woman: but when I expected thunder from her voice, and lightning in her eyes, I saw her melted into tears, and hushed into a sigh. It was long before either of us spoke, passion had tied her tongue, and amazement mine. - In short, the consequence was thus : the omitted nothing that the most violent love could urge, or tender words express; which when she saw had no effect, but still I pleaded lionour and nearness of blood to my uncle, then came the storm I feared at first; for starting from my bed-side like a fury, she flew to my sword, and with much ado I prevented her doing me or herself a mischief: having difarmed her, in a gust of passion she left me, and in a refolution, confirmed by a thousand curfes, not to close her eyes, 'till they had seen my ruin.

Care. Exquisite woman! But what the devil does she think thou hast no more sense than to get an heir upon her body to disinherit thyself: for, as I take it, this settlement upon you, is with a proviso that your uncle have no children.

Mel. It is fo. Well, the service you are to do me will be a pleasure to yourself; I must get you to engage my Lady Plyant all this evening, that my pious aunt may not work her to her intereft. And if you chance to secure her to yourself, you may incline her to mine. She is handsome, and knows it ; is very filly, and thinks The has sense, and has an old fond husband.

Care. I confess a very fair foundation for a lover to



build upon.

Mel. For my Lord Froth, he and his wife will be sufficiently taken up with admiring one another, and Brisk's galantry, as they call it. I'll observe my uncle myself; and Jack Makwell has promised me to watch my aunt narrowly, and give ine notice upon any fufpicion. As for Sir Paul, my wise faher-in-law that is to be, my dear Cynthia has such a share in his fatherly fondness, he


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would fcarce make her a moment uneasy, to have her happy hereafter.

Care. So, you have manned your works; but I wish you may not have the weakest guard where the enemy is itrongest,

Mel. Maskwell, you mean; pr’ythee why should you suspect him?

Care. Faith, I cannot help it; you know I never liked him; I ain a little superstitious in physiognomy:

Mel He has obligations of gratitude to bind him to me; his dependence upon my uncle is through my means.

Care. Upon your aunt, you mean.
Mel. My aunt !

Care. I am inistaken if there be not a familiarity between them you do not fufpect, notwithitanding her par

Mel. Pooh, pouh, nothing in the world but his design co do me service; and he endeavours to be well in her esteem, that he may be able to effect-it.

Care. Well, I shall be glad to be mistaken : but your aunt's aversion in her revenge cannot be any way fo effe&tually thewn, as in bringing forth a child to difinherit you. She is handsome and cunning, and naturally wanton. Maskwell is flesh and blood at best, and opportunities between them are frequent. His affection to you, you have confeffed, is grounded upon his intereft, that you have transplanted; and should it take root in my lady, I do not fee what you can expect from the fruit.

Mel, I confess the consequence is vilible, were your fufpicions jutt.-But see, the company is broke up, let us meet them. Enter Lord Touchwood, Lord Froth, Sir Paul Plyant,

and Brisk. Ld. T. Out upon't, nephewleave your father-inlaw, and me, to maintain our ground against young

Md. I beg your Lordship's pardom-we were just returning.

Sir P. Were you, fon? Gadsbud, much better as it is-Good, ftrange! I swear I'm almost tiplytother bottle would have been to), powerful for me as sure as

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And my Lord Froth, your Lordship is fo merry a man, he, he, he.

Ld. t. O foy, Sir Paul, what do you mean? Merry ! O barbarous ! i'd as lieve you called me fool,

Sir P. Nay, I protest and vow now, 'tis true; when Mr. Brikk jokes, your Lordlip's laugh dees to become you, he, he, he.

Ld. F. Ridiculous! Sir Paul, you're ftrangely mistaken; I find Champagne is powerful. I assure you, Sir Paul, I laugh at nobody's jest but my own, or a lady's ; I assure you, Sir Paul.

Brisk. How! how, my Lord! What, affront my wit! Let me perish, do I never say any thing wortby to be laughed at

Ld. F. O foy, don't misapprehend me; I don't fay fo, for I often smile at your conseprions. But there is bothing more unbecoming a man of quality, thaa to · laugh ; 'cis such a vulgar expreffion of the patljon! every body can laugh. Then espeejally to laugh at shę jest of as inferior perton, or when any body elle of the fame quality does not laugh with one. Ridieulous ! to be pleased with wbai pleuses the eroud! Now, when I Lusagla, 1 *bways laugh alone,

Brisk, I fuppofe that's because you laugh at your own jefs, segad, ha, ha, ba.

kite . He, he, I swear bo', your raillery provokes me to a smile

Brisk-Ay, my Lord, it's a sign I hit you in the heth, if you fnew 'em.

Ld. F. He, he, he, I swear that's fo very pretty, I mon't forbear.

* Care. I find a quibble beans more (way in your Lordthip's face shap a jeft.'

LA. T. Sir Paul, it you please we'll retire to the ladies, and drink a dish of tea to settle our heads.

Sir P, With all my heart.--Mr. Brisk, you'll come to us or call me when you joke---I'll be ready to laugh incomiprntly. [txeunt Li. Touch. and Sir Paul.

Mel. But does your Lordhin never fee comedies
Lui. yes, sometimes, but I never taugh.


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