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Enter Atall as Colonel Standfaft.
Syl. Ha !

At. Hey! Bombard, (there they are, faith!) bid the chariot set up, and call again about one or two in the morning - You see, Madam, what 'tis to give an impudent fellow the least encouragement: I'm resolved now to make a night on't with you.

Clar. I am afraid, Colonel, we shall have much ado to be good company, for we are two women to one man, you see; and if we should both have fancy to have you, particular, I doubt you'd make but bungling work on't.

At. I warrant you we will pass our time like gods : two ladies and one man; the prettiest set for Ombre in the universe-Come, come ! Cards ! cards ! cards ! and tea, that I insist upon.

Clar. Well, Sir, if my cousin will make one, I won't balk your good-humour. [Turning Syl. to face him.

Ai. Is the lady your relation, Madam -- I beg the honour to be known to her.

Clar. Oh, Sir! that I'm sure she can't refuse Cousin, this is Colonel Standfast. [Laughs afide.) I hope now she's convinced.

At.. Your pardon, Madam, if I am a little particular in my desire to be known to any of this lady's relations.

[Salutes. Syl. You'll certainly deserve mine, Sir, by being always particular to that lady

At, Oh, Madam! Tall, lall. [Turns away, and fings.
Syl. This assurance is beyond example. [Afide.
Clar. How do you do, cousin ?
Syl, Beyond bearing-but not incurable. [ Aside.

Člar. Afide.] Now can't I find in my heart to give him one angry word for his impudence to me this morning; the pleasure of seeing my rival mortified makes me strangely good-natured.

At. [Turning familiarly to Clar.] Upon my soul you are provokingly handsome to-day. Ay Gad! why is not ir high treason for any beautiful woman to marry ?

Clar. What, would you have us lead apes ?

At. Not one of you by all that's lovely.think we could not find


better employment ? Death ! what a hand is here? -Gad, I shall grow foolish!


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Clar. Stick to your assurance, and you are in no danger.

At. Why then, in obedience to your commands, proythee answer me sincerely one question? How long do you really defign to make me dangle thus ?

Clar. Why really I can't just set you a time; but when you are weary


your service, come to me with a fis-pence and modesty, and I'll give you a discharge.

At. Thou infolent, provoking, handsome tyrant!
Clar. Come, let me go-

this is not a very


way of entertaining my coulin, methinks.

At. I beg her pardon indeed. (Bowing to Sylv.] But lovers you know, Madam, may plead a sort of excuse for being fingular when the favourite fair's in company. -But we were talking of cards, ladies.

Clar. Cousin, what fay you?

Syl. I had rather you would excuse me, I am a little unfit for play at this time.

At. What a valuable virtue is assurance ! Now am I as intrepid as a lawyer at the bar.

(Afide. Clar. Bless me! you are not well.

Syl. I shall be presently-Pray, Sir, give me leave to ask you a question.

At. So, now it's coming. [Aide.] Freely, Madam.

Syl. Look on me well: have you never seen my face before?

At. Upon my word, Madam, I can't recollect that I have.

Syl. I am satisfied.
At. But

pray, Madam, why may you ask ? Syl. I am too much disordered now to tell you -But if I'm not deceived, I'm miserable.

[Weeps. At. This is strange-How her concern transports me!

Clar. Her fears have touched me, and halt perfuade me to revenge them -Come, cousin, be easy : I see you are convinced he is the fame, and now I'll prove inyself a friend.

Syl. I know not what to think -iny senses are confounded : their features are indeed the same; and yet there's something in their air, their dress, and manner, strangely different : but be it as it will, all right to him in presence I disclaim, and yield to you for ever. à At, Oh, charming ! joyful grief!


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Clar. No, cousin, believe it, both our senses cannot be deceived, he's individually the fame; and fince he dares be base to you, he's miserable indeed, if flattered with a distant hope of me; I know his person and his falfehood both too well; and you shall see will, as becomes your friend, resent it.

At. What means this strangeness, Madamı ? Clar. I'll tell you, Sir; and to use few words, know then, this lady and myself have borne your faithless infolence and artifice too long: but that you may not think to impose on me, at least, I desire you would leave the houfe, and from this moment never fee me more.

At. Madam! What! what is all this? Riddle me rid. dle me re,

For the devil take me,
For ever from thee,
If I can divine what this riddle can

Syl. Not moved! I'm more amazed.

At. Pray, Madam, in the name of common sense, let me know in two words what the real meaning of your last terrible speech was ; and if I don't make you a plaira

, ho. nest, reasonable answer to itę be pleased the next minure to blot my name out of your table-book, never more to be inrolled in the senseless catalogue of those vain coxcombs, that impudently hope to come into your favour.

Clar. This infolence grows tedious: what end can you propose by this assurance?

At. Hey-dey!

Syl. Hold, coufin-one monient's patience: I'll send. this minute again to Mr. Freeman, and if he does not immediately appear, the dispute will need no farther argument.

At. Mr. Freeman! Who the devil's he? What have I to do with him? Syl. I'll soon inform



[Going, meets Wishwell entering! Wish. Madam, here's a footman mightily out of breath, fays he belongs to Mr. Freeman, and defires very earnesto ly to speak with you.

Syl. Mr. Freeman! Pray bid him come in -What can this mean? At. You'll see presently.




Re-enter Wifhwell with Finder. Clar. Ha !

Syl. Come hither, friend : do you belong to Mr. Free man ?

Fin. Yes, Madam, and my poor mafter gives his humble service to your Ladyship, and begs your pardon for not waiting on you according to his promise ; which ha would certainly have done, but for an unfortunate accident.

Syl. What's the matter?

Fin. As he was coming out of his lodgings to pay his duty to you, Madam, a parcel of fellosys set upon him, and said they had a warrant against him; and fo, because the rascals began to be faucy with him, and my mafter, kpowing that he did not owe a shilling in the world, he drew to defend himself, and in the scuffle the bloody vil. lains run one of their fwords quite through his arm; but the best of the jest was, Madam, that as soon as they got him into a house, and fent for a surgeon, he proved to be the wrong person; for their warrant, it seems, was against a poor scoundrel, that happens, they say, to be very like him, one Colonel Standfast.

At, Say you so, Mr. Dog-if your maker had been here I would have given him as much.

[Gives him a box the Fin. Oh, Lord! pray, Madam, save me, I did not speak a word to the gentlemanOh, the devil ! this must be the devil in the likeness of iny master.

Syl. Is this gentleman so very like him, say you

Fin. Like, Madam ! ay, as one box of the ear is like to another; only I think, Madam, my master's nose is a little, little higher.

At. Now, ladies, I presume the riddle's solved --Hark you, where is your master, rascal?

Fin. Master, rascal! Sir, my master's name's Free. man, and I'm a free-born Englishman; and I must tell you, Sir, that I don't use to take such arbitrary socks of the face from any man that does not pay me wages; and fo my

master will tell you too when he comes, Sir. Syl. Will he be here then?

Fin. This minute, Madam, he only stays to have his wound dretted.



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At. I'm resolved I'll stay that minute out, if he does not come till midnight.

Fin. A pox of his mettle-when his hand's in he makes no difference between jest and earnest, I find - If he does not pay me well for ihis, 'egad he shall tell the next for himself. (Aide.] Has your Ladyship any com. mands to my master, Madam?

Syl. Yes; pray give him my huinble service, say I'm forry for his misfortune ; and if he thinks 'twill do his wound no harm, I beg, by all means, he may be brought hither immediately.

Fin. 'Shah! his wound, Madam, I know he does not value it of a rush; for he'll have the devil and all of actions against the rogues for false imprisonment, and sinart-money--Ladies, I kiss your hands ---Sir, I -nothing at all

(Exit. At. (Afide.] The dog has done it rarely; for a lie upon the ftretch I don't know a better rascal in Europe.

Enter an Officer.
Off. Ay! now I'm sure I'm right-Is not your name
Colonel Stand fast, Sir?

At. Yes, Sir; what then?
Off. Then you are my prisoner, Sir

At. Your prisoner ! who the devil are you? a bailiff ?
I don't owe a shilling:

off. I don't care if you don't, Sir; I have a warrant against you for high treason, and I must have you away this minute.

At. Look you, Sir, depend upon't, this is but some impertinent malicious prosecution : you may venture to stay à quarter of an hour, I'm sure; I have some business here till then, that concerns me nearer than my life.

Clar. Have but so much patience, and I'll satisfy you for your civility.

Off. I could not stay a quarter of an hour, Madam, if you'd give me five hundred pounds.

Syl. Can't you take bail, Sir?
Off. Bail! nó, no,
Clar. Whither must he be carried?

Off: To my house, 'till he's examined before the
Clar. Where is your house?

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