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Care. So furprizing.
L. P. So well drest, so bonne mien, so eloquent, fo un-
affected, so ealy, fo free, fo particular, fo agreeable

Sir P. Ay, fo, fo, there.
Care. O lord, I beseech you, Madam, don't

L. P. So gay, so graceful, so good teeth, fo fine shape, fo fine limbs, so fine linen, and I don't doubt but you have a very good skin, Sir.

Care. For Heaven's fake, Madam I am quite out of countenance.

Sir P. And my Lady's quite out of breath ; or else you should hear-Gad's-bud, you may talk of my Lady Froth.

Care. O fy, fy, not to be named of a day.--My Lady Froth is very well in her accomplishments but it is when my Lady Plyant is not thought of - If that can ever be,

L. P. 0, you overcome me -That is so excessive.
Sir P. Nay, I swear and vow that was pretty.

Care. O, Sir Paul, you are the happiest man alive. Such a lady! that is the envy of her own sex, and the admiration of ours.

Sir P, Your humble servant ; I am, I thank Heaven, in a fine way of living, as I may say, peacefully and happily, and I think need not envy any of my neighbours, blessed be Providence-Ay, truly, Mr. Careless, my Lady is a great blefling, a fine, discreet, well{poken woman as you shall fee. if it becomes me to fay to; and we live very comfortably together; Me is a little haity fometimes, and so am I; but mine's foon over, and then I am so forry-0, Mr. Careless, if it were not for one thing

Enter Boycoth a letter, L. P. How often have you been told of that, you jackanapes?

Sir P. Gad fo, gads-bud-Tim, carry it to my
Lady, you should have carried it to my Lady first:

Boy." 'Tis directed to your worship.
Sir P. Well, well, my Lady reads all letters first
Child, do fo no more ; d'ye hear, Tim.
Boy. No, and please you,

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: Sir P. A humour of my wife's; you know women have little fancies. But as I was telling you, Mr. Care. less, if it were not for one thing, I should think myself the happiest man in the world ; indeed that touches me near, very near. Caren What can that be,, Sir Paul ?

Sir P. Why, I have, I thank Heaven, a very plenti. ful fortune, a good estate in the country, fome houses in town, and some money, a pretty tolerable personal eftate; and it is a great grief to me, indeed it is, Mr. Careless, that I have not a fon to inherit this. 'Tis true, I have a daughter, and a fine dutiful child the is, though I say it, blefled be Providence I may fay; for indeed, Mr. Careless, I am mightily beholden to Provi. dence---A poor unworthy finner---But if I had a son, ah! that's my affliction, and my only affliction ; indeed, I cannot refrain tears when it comes into my mind. [Cries.

Care. Why, methinks that inight be eafily remedied; my Lady is a fine likely woman.

Sir P. Oh, a fine likely woman as you shall fee in a summer's dayIndeed she is, Mr. Careless, in all rospects.

Care. And I should not have taken you to have been fo aldri

Sir P. Alas! that's nor it, Mr. Careless: ah! that's not it ; no, no, you shoot wide of the mark a mile ; indeed you do; that's not it, Mr. Careless; no, no, that's

not it.

Care. No, what can be the matter then Sir P. You'll scarcely believe me when I Niall tell you mommy Lady is so nice-toIt is very strange, but it is true: tvo true-lhe is so very nice, that I don't believe she would touch a man for the world. Ai least not 6. above once a year; I am sure I have found it so; and alas, what's once a year to an old man, who would do * good in his generation !' Indeed, it is true, Mr. Careless, it breaks my heart-I am her husband, as I may say; though far unworthy of that 'honour, yet I am her husband; but alas-a-day, I have no more familiarity with her perfon as to that matter'

than with my own mother no indeed.

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Care. Alas-a-day! this is a lamentable story ; my Lady must be told on't ; the muft, i'raith, Sir Paul; 'tis ant injury to the world,

Sir P. Ah! would to Heaven you would, Mr. Careleis; you are mightily in her favour.

Care. I warrant you, what, we must have a son fome. way or other.

Sir P. Indeed, I should be mightily bound to you, you could bring it about, Mr. Careless.

L. P. Here, Sir Paul, it is from your steward, here's. a return of 600 l. you may take fifty of it for the next half-year.

(Gives him the letter.. Enter. Lord Froth and Cynthia. Sir P. How does my girl? Come hither to thy father, poor lamb, thou art melancholic.

Ld. F. Heaven, Sir Paul, you amaze me of all things. in the world. You are never pleased but when we are all upon the broad grin; ail laugh and no company ; ah! then 'tis such a fight to see fome teetha Sure you are: a great admirer of my Lady Whifler, Mr. Sneer, and Sir Laurence Loud, and that gang.

Sir P. I vow and fwear she is a very merry woman,. but I think she laughs a little too much

Ld. F. Merry !90 lord, what a character that is of a woman of quality You bave been at my Lady Whifier's upon her day, Madam? Cyn. Yes, my Lord -I muft humour this fool. [Afide.

Ld. F. Well and how? hee! What is your fenfe of the conversation?

Cyn. O, most ridiculous, a perpetual concert of laugh. ing without any harmony; for sure, iny Lord, to laugh out of time, is as disagreeable as to fing out of time or out of tune.

Ld. F. Hee, hee, hee, right;, and then my Lady Whifler is fu ready-shie alivays coines in thiee bars too foon-And then, what do they laugh at ? For you know laughing without a jest is as impertinent, heel as

Cyn. As dancing without a fiddle.
Ld. F. Just i’faith, that was at my tongue's end.

Cyn. But that cannot be properly: faid of them, for I think they are all in good nature with the world, and! quly laugh at one another; and you must allow they

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have all jelts in their persons, though they have none in their conversation.

Ld. F. True, as I am a person of honour -For Heaven's sake let us sacrifice them to mirth a little.

(Enter Bay and whispers Sir Paul. Sir P. Gad fo-Wife, Wife, iny Lady Plyant, I have a word. :L. P... I am busy, Sir Paul, I wonder at your impertinence

Care. Sir Paal, harkee, I am reasoning the matter you know : Madam, if your Ladyship pleafe we'll disa. course of this in the next room. [Ex. Lady P. and Care...

Sir P. Oho, I wish you good success, I wish you good success. Boy, tell my Lady, when she has done, I would speak with her below.

[Exit Sir Paul. ; Enter Lady Froth and Brisk. L. F. Then you think that episode between Susan the dairy.maid, and our coachman, is not amiss; you know I may suppose the dairy in town, as well as in the country:

Brisk. Incomparable, let me perifh-But then being an heroic poem,

had you not better call him a Charioteer? Charioteer founds great: besides your Ladyship's coachman having a red face, and you comparing him to the sun-And you know the sun is called Heaven's Chari.. Oteer.

L. F. Oh, infinitely better; I am extremely beholden

you for the hint ; itay, we'll read over thofe half a score lines again. (Pulls out a paper.] Let me see here, you know what goes before the comparison, you know. (Reads.)

For as the fun fhioes every day,

So of our coachman I may fay. - Briske. I am afraid that fimile won't do in wet weather

-Because you say the sun shines every day. L. F. No, for the sun it won't, but it will do for the coachman, for you know there's most occafion for a coach in wet weather.

Brisk. Right, right, that faves all.

L. F. Then I don't say the fun Ahines all the day, but that he peeps now and then, yet he does shine all the day tão, you know, though we don't see him.

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Brisk. Right, but the vulgar will never comprehend that.

L F. Well, you shall hear Let me fee. (Reails.) For as the sun shines every day,

So of our coachman I may say ;
He thews his drunken fiery face,

Juft as the sun does, more or less.
Brisk. That's right, all's well, all's well. More of
less,
i L. F. [Reads.]

And when at night his tabour's done,

Then too, like Heaven's charioteer, the fun :
Ay, Charioteer does better.

Into the dairy he descends,
And there his whipping and his drivi:g ends ;
There he's secure from danger of a bilk,

His fare is paid him, and he sets in milk.
For Susan, you know, is Thetis, and so

· Brisk, Incomparable well and proper, 'syad.But 1 have one exception to makean-Don't you think bilk (€ know it is good rhyme), but don't you think bilk and fare roo like a hackney coachman ?

L. F. I swear and vow I am afraid fo. our Jehu was a hackney coachman when my Lord cook him.

Brisk. Was he? I am answered, if Jehu was a hack ney coachman-You may put that in the marginal noxes tho' to prevent criticism - Only mark it with a small atte. rism, and fay-Jehu was formerly a hackney coachman.

will; you'll oblige me extremely to write notes to the whole poem.

Brisk. With all my heart and soul, and proud of the vast honour, let me perish.

Ld. F. Hee, hee, hee, my dear, have you done?
Won't you join with us? we were laughing at my Lady .
Whifler and Mr. Sneer.
L. F.
Ay, my
dear Were

you.

Oh filthy Mr. Sneer ; he's a nauseous figure, a moft fulfamic fop. foh -He spent two days together in going about Cuvent-Garden to suit the lining of his coach with his complexiona

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