per it.

storm loofe --and you shall see me weather it, like the olier in the fable -It


bend, but not break me. Roset. Nay, it shall come in a breeze I'll while

[Whispers Faddle. Bel. Colonel!

Col. Now I could cut my throat, for being vexed at this puppy : and yet the devil, jealousy, will have it fo.

[ Apart to Belmont. Fad. Oh, what a creature have you named, child! Heh, heh, heh!

-May grace renounce me, and darkness seal my eye-lids, if I would not as soon make love to a millener's doll.

Bil. Pr’ythee, what'mistress has flie found out for thee, Faddle ?

Fad. By all that's odious, Charles, Miss Gargle, the
’pothecary's daughter: the toad is fond of me, that's
positive: but such a mess of water-gruel! -Ugh!
To all purposes of joy, she's an armful of dry shavings!
And then she's so jealous of one! Lord, says she, Mr.
Faddle, you are eternally at Sir Roger's; one can't fet
eyes upon you in a whole day.--Heh, heh! And then
the tears do so trickle down those white-wash cheeks of
hers, that if she could but warm me to the least fit of the
heart-burn, I believe I should be tempted to take her,
by way of chalk and water.---Heh, heh, heh!


Rof. Isn't he a pleasant creature, Colonel ?

Col. Certainly, Madam, of infinite wit, with abun. dance of modesty:

Fad. Pugh!--Pox of modesty, Colonel! But do you know, you slim toad you, (To Roset.] what a battle I had last night, in a certain company, about you, and that ugly gipsy there? Fid. Meaning me, Sir?

Fad. Pert, and pretty !--You must know, there was Jack Taffety, Billy Cruel, Lord Harry Gymp, and I, at Jack's lodgings, all in tip-top fpirits, over a pint of Burgundy-A pox of all drinking though! I shall never get it out of my head.-Well, we were toasting a round of beauties, you must know : the girl of your heart, Faddle,


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fays my Lord. Rosetta Belmont, my Lord, says land, faith, down you'went, you delicate devil you, in almost half a glafs. Rot your toast, says my Lord, I was fond of her last winter. She's a wit, says Jack; and a scold, by all that's noisy, says Billy. - isn't the a little freckled, says my Lord ? 'Damnationly padded, says Jack; and painted like a Dutch doll, by Jupiter, says Billy. She's very unsusceptible, says my Lord. No more warmth than a snow-ball, says Jack.-A mere cold-bath to a lover, curse catch me, says Billy.---Heh, heh, heh! Says I, that's because you want heart to warm her, iny dears : to me now, she's all over combustibles ; I can electrify her by a look : touch but her lip, and Inap the goes off in a flash of fire.

Rof: Oh, the wretch! what a picture has he drawn of me !

[To Fidelia. Fid. You must be curious, my dear. · Bel. Ha, ha! But you forget Fidelia, Faddle.

Fad. Oh! And there's the new face, says Billy-.Fidelia, I think they call her. If she was an appurte. nance of mine, says my Lord, I'd hang her upon a peg in my wardrobe, amongst my cast clothes. With those demure looks of hers, says Jack, I'd fend her to my aunt in Worcestershire, to set her face by, when she went to church. Or what think you, says Billy, of keeping herin a show-glass, by way of Gentlemen and Ladies, walk in, and see the curiosity of curiosities the perfect Pa. mela in high life! Observe, gentlemen, the blushing of her cheeks, the turning up of her eyes, and her tongue, that says nothing but fie! fie! -Ha, ha, ha!

Incomparable ! said all three-Pugh, pox, says I, not so bad as that neither : the little toad has not seen much of the town indeed: but the'll do in time; and a glass of Preniac may serve one's turn, you know, when Chama paign is not to be had.

(Bowing to Rosetta. All. Ha, ha, ha! Bel. Why, thou didst give it them, faith, bully.

Fid. I think, Rosetta, we were mighty lucky in an e advocate.

. Ros. Prodigious !

Fad. Poor toads !---Oh!...I had forgot : you left ! the rehearsal of the new opera this morning in the most

unlucky time! The very moment you were gone, foule

came into the pit, my friend the alderman and his fat • wife, tricked out in sun-line : you must know,

I drank • chocolate with them in the morning, and heard all the • ceremony of their proceedings---Sir Barnaby, says my

Lady, I shall wear my pink and filver, and my best jewels; and, d’ye hear? Do you get Betty to tack on

your Dresdens, and let Pompey comb out the white tie, • and bring down the blue coat lined with buff, and the

brown filk breeches, and the gold-headed cane: I think as you always wear your coat buttoned, that green waistcoat may do; but 'tis fo besmeared, that I vow it's a filthy light with your night-gown open: and as you

go in the coach with me, you may get your white • stockings aired. But you are determined never to

oblige me with a pair of roll-ups upon these occasions, • notwithstanding all I have said. We are to mix with ' quality this morning, Mr. Faddle, and it may be proper

to let them know as how, there are people in the city, « who live of the Westminster side of Wapping. Your « Lady sip's perfectly in the right, Madam, says I

[Stifling a laugh.] and for fear of a horse-laugh in her ' face, flap-dah, I made a leg, and brushed off like lightning. Au. Ha, ha, ha!'

Enter Servant, and whispers Rosetta. Rof. Come, gentlemen, dinner waits. -We shall have all your companies, I hope.

Bel. You know, you dine with me at the King's-Arms, Faddle.

[ Apart to Faddle. Fad. Do I? I am sorry, my dear creature, that a particular appointment robs me of the honour. (To Rosetta.

Rof. Pihah! you are always engaged, I think. Come, Fidelia.

[Exeunt Roferta and Fidelia. Col. Why then, thank heaven, there's some respite !

[Exit. Bel. Hark you, Faddle ; I hope you are not in the least ignorant, that upon particular occasions, you can be a very great rascal?

Fad. Who I, Charles ?-Pugh! -Pox!-Is this the dinner I am to have ? Bel. Courage, boy! And because I think so well of


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thee, there : [Gives him a purse.] 'twill buy thee a new laced coat, and a feather,

Fad. Why ay, this is something, Charles. But what am I to do, hah? I won't fight, upon my soul, I won't fight. Bel. Thou canst lie a little.

Fad. A great deal, Charles, or I have spent my time among women of quality to little purpose.

Bel. I'll tell thee then. This tweet girl, this angel, this stubborn Fidelia, sticks so at my heart, that I must either get the better of her, or run inad.

Fad. And so thou wouldst have me aiding and abetting, hah, Charles ? Must not be tucked up for a rape, neither.

Bel. Peace, fool! About three months ago, by a very extraordinary adventure, this lady dropped into my

It happened that our hearts took fire at first light But as the devil would have it, in the hurry of my firit thoughts, not knowing where to place her, I was tempted, for fecurity, to bring her to this haunted house here, where, between the jealousy of Sir Charles, the gravity of the Colonel, the curiofity of a filter, and the awkward care of a father, the must become a vestal, or Ia husband.

Fad. And so, by way of a little simple fornication, you want to remove her to private lodgings, haha Charles ?

Bel. But how, how, how-thou dear rascal ?

Fad. Let me see -Hum And so, you are not her guardian, Charles ?

Bel. Nor she the woman she pretends, boy I tell thee, she was mine by fortune- I tilted for her at midnight. But the devil tempted me, I say, to bring her hither.The family was in bed, which gave me time for contrivance-l prevailed upon her to call me guardian---that by pretending authority over her, I might remove her at pleasure

But here too I was deceived My fiter's fondness for her has rendered every plot of mine to part them impracticable

And without thy wicked allistance, we must both die in our virginity


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Fad. Hum! That would be a pity, Charles But let me fee -Ay-I have it. - -Within these three hours, we'll contrive to set the house in such a flame, that the devil himself may take her if he stand at the street-door To dinner, to dinner, boy! 'Tis here, here, here, Charles !

Bel. If thou dost-
Fad. And if I don't why no more purses, Charles.

· I tell thee, 'tis here, here, boy ! To dinner, to dinner!

[Exeunt. End of the SECOND Act.


- А ст III.

SCENE continues.
Enter Rosetta and Fidelia,

IS all your own doing, my dear. You first teize

him into madness, and then wonder to hear his chains rattle.

Rof. And yet how one of my heavenly smiles sobered him again!

Fid. If I were a man, you should use me so but once, Rosetta Ros. Phah !- If you were a man,

you would do, as men do, child-Ha, ha, ha! They are creatures of robust conftitutions, and will bear a great

deal Besides, for my part, I can't see what å reafonable fel. low ought to expect before marriage, but ill usage. You can't imagine, my dear, how it sweetens kindness afterwards 'Tis bringing a poor starved creature to • a warm fire, after a whole night's wandering through . frost and snow.

"Fid. But, to carry on the image, my dear-won't • he be apt to curse the tongue that misguided him; and & take

up with the first fire he meets with, rather than • perish in the cold? -I could fing you a song, • Rosetta, that one would swear was made o' purpofe. • for you.

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