Care. What, you want his affistance ? Clarinda's in her airs again!

Cler. Faith, Careless, I am almost afhamed to tell you, but I must needs speak with him, Care. Come along then.

[Exeunt. Enter Lady Dainty, Lady Sadlife, and Careless. Lady D. This rude boisterous man has given me a thousand disorders; the colić, the spleen, the palpitation of the heart, and convulfion's all overHuh! huh !-I must send for the doctor.

Lady Sad. Come, come, Madam, e'en pardon him, and let him be your physician--do but obferve his penitence, so humble he dares not speak to you.

Care. (Folds bis arms and hghs.} Oh! · Lady Sad. How can you hear him figh fo ?

Lady D. Nay, let him groan--for nothing but his pangs can ease me.

Care. [Kneels and presents her his drawn sword; opening his breal.) Be then at once most barbarously juft, and take your vengeance here.

Lady D. No, I give thee life to make thee miserable live, that my resenting eyes may kill thee every hour. Care. Nay then, there's no relief but this

(Offering at his favord, Lady Sadlife holds bim. Lady Sad, Ah! for mercy's fake Barbarous creature, bow can you see him thus ?

Lady D. Why, I did not bid him kill himself: but do you heally think he would have don't

Lady Sad. Certainly, if I had not prevented it.

Lady D. Strange paffion! But 'tis its nature to be rio. lent, when one makes it despair.

Lady Sad. Won't you speak to him ?

Lady D. No, but if your-is enough concerned to be his friend, you may tell him not that it really is fo but you may say-you believe I pity him.

- Lady D. Sure love was never more ridiculous on both fides.

Enter Wishaveli. Wish. Madam, here's a page froin Prince Alexander, desires to give a letter into your Ladythip's own hands,

Lady D. Prince Alexander! what means my heart? I come to him,


Lady Sad. By no means, Madam, pray let him come in.

Care. Ha! Prince Alexander! nay, then I have found our the secret of this coldness, Madam.

Enter Page.

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Page. Madam, his Royal Highness Prince Alexander, my master, has commanded me, on pain of death, thus {Kneeling. ] to deliver this, the burning secret of his heart.

Lady D. Where is the Prince ?

Page. Reposed in private on a mourning pallat, 'till your commands vouchsafe to raise him.

Lady Sad. By all means, receive him here immediately. I have the honour to be a little known to his highness.

Lady D. The favour, Madam, is too great to be relifted : pray tell his highness then, the honrur of the visit he designs me, makes me thankful and impatient! huh! huh !

[Exit Pages Care. Are my sufferings, Madam, fo foon forgot then! Was I but flattered with the hope of pity?

Lady D. The happy have whole days, and those they choose. (Refenting.) The unhappy have but hours, and those they lose.

[Exit repeating
Lady Sad. Don't you lose a minute then.
Care. I'll warrant you-ten thousand thanks, dear
Madam, I'll be transformed in a second-

(Exeunt foverally
Enter Clarinda in a man's babit.
Clar, So! I'm in for't now! how I shall come off I
can't tell : 'twas but a bare faving game I made with
Clerimont; his resentment had brought my pride to its
last legs, diffembling; and if the poor man had not loved
me too well, I had made but a dismal humble figure-I
have used him ill, that's certain, and he may e'en thank
himself for't

he would be fincere.-Well, (begging my sex's pardon) we do make the filliest tyrants-we had bec. ter be reasonable; for (to do them right) we don't run half the hazard in obeying the good-fense of a lover ; at leaft, I'm reduced now to make the experiment-Here they come.

Enter Sir Solomon and Clerimont. : Sir Sol. What have we here ! another captain? If I


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were sure he were a coward now, I'd kick him before he speaks- Is your bufiness with me, Sir?

Clar. If your name be Sir Solomon Sadlife.

Sir Sol. Yes, Sir, it is; and I'll maintain it as ancient as any, and related to most of the families in England.

Clar. My business will convince you, Sir, that I think well of it.

Sir Soli And what is your business, Sir ?

Clar. Why, Sir--you have a pretty kinswoman, called Clarinda.

Cler. Ha!

Sir Sol. And what then, Sir ? Such a rogue as t'other.

Aide. Clar. Now, Sir, I have seen her, and am in love with her.

Cler. Say you so, Sir? - I may chance to cure you of it.

(Afide. Clar. And to back my pretensions, Sir, I have a good fifteen hundred pounds a year estate, and am, as you see, a pretty fellow into the bargain.

Sir Sol. She that marries you, Sir, will have a choice bargain indeed.

Clar. In short, Sir, I'll give you a thousand guincas to make up the match.

Sir Sol. Hum-[Afide.]-But, Sir, my niece is pro. vided for. Cler. That's well!

[Afidei Sir Sol. But if she were not, Sir, I must tell you, the is not to be caught with a smock-face and a feather, Sir And and let me see you an hour hence. [Afide.

Clar. Well said, uncle ! ( Afide. But, Sir, I'm in love with her, and positively will have her.

Sir Sol. Whether the likes you or no, Sir?

Clar. Like me! ha, ha! I'd fain fee a woman that dislikes a pretty fellew, with fifteen hundred pounds a year, a white wig, and black eye-brows.

Cler. Hark you, young gentleman, there must go more than all this to the gaining of that lady:

[Takes Clarinda afide, Sir Sol. [-Afide.) A thousand guineas-that's five hundred more than I proposed to get of Mr. Clerimont But my honour is engaged Ay, but then here's a



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thousand pounds to release it---Now, shall I take the money ? -It must be lo-Coin will carry it.

Clar. Oh, Sir, if that be all, I'll foon remove your doubts and pretensions ! Come, Sir, I'll try your courage.

Cler. I'm afraid you won't, young gentleman.

Clær. As young as I am, Sir, you shall find I scorn to turn my back to any man.

{Exeunt Clarinda and Clerimont. Sir Sal. Ha! they are gone to fight with all my heart—a fair chance, at least, for a better bargain: for if the young spark should let the air into


friend Clerimont's midrift now, it may possibly cool his love too, and then there's my honour safe, and a thousand guineas snug.

[Exit. Enter Lady Dainty, Lady Sadlife, and Careleis, as

o Prince Alexander. Lady D. Your Highness, Sir, has done me honour in this vifit. 6. Care. Madam

[Salutes her. Lady D. A captivating perfon! Care. May the days be taken from my life, and added to yours, most incomparable beauty, whiter than the 4 snow that lies throughout the year únmelted on our 6 Ruflian mountains !

Lady-D. How manly his expressions are !We are extremely obliged to the Czar, for not taking your 4 Highness home with him.

Care. He left me, Madam, to learn to be a fhip.carpenter.

Lady Sad. A very polite accomplishment ! Lady D. And in a prinee entirely new.

Care. All his nobles, Madam, are masters of some + useful fcience; and most of our arms are quartered with

mechanical instruments, as hatchets, hatamers, piek, axes, and hand-saws.

Lady D. I admire the manly manners of your court.

Lady Sad. Oh, fo infinitely beyond the loft idleness e of ours !

Care. 'Tis the fashion, ladies, for the eastern princes & to profess some rrade or other. The lat Graud Signior

was a locksmithaa : Lady D. How new his conversation is !!

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it Care. Too rude, I fear, Madam, for so tender a composition as your divine Ladyflip's. Lady D. Courtly to a softness too! Care. Were it possible, Madam, that so much delicacy could endure the martial roughness of our manners " and our country, I cannot boast; but if a province at

your feet could make you mine, that province and its a master fhould be yours.

Lady D. Ay, here's grandeur with address ---An odious native lover, now, would have complained of the taxes, perhaps, and have haggled with one for a scanty

jointure out of his horrid lead-mines, in some uninha. • bitable mountains, about an hundred and four-score 6 miles from unheard of London.

Care. I am informed, Madam, there is a certain poor, • distracted English fellow, that refused to quit his faucy • pretensions to your all-conquering beauty, though he • had heard I had myself resolved to adore you. Careless, • I think they call him.

Lady D.'Your Highness wrong: your merit, to give yourself the least concern for one so much below your 6 fear.

Care. When I first heard of him, I on the instant I ordered one of my retinue to strike off his head with a • fcimitar; but they told ine the free laws of England al• lowed of no such power: so that, though I am a prince • of the blood, Madam, I am obliged only to murder him


- Lady D. 'Tis indeed a reproach to the ill-breeding e of our constitution, not to adinit your power with your • person. But if the pain of my entire neglect can end « him, pray, be easy.

Care. Madam, I'm not revengeful; make him but < miserable, I'm fatisfied.

Lady D. You may depend upon't.

Care. I'm in strange favour with lier. (Afide.) 6 Please you, ladies, to make your fragrant fingers fami. 6 liar with this box.

Lady D. Sweet or plain, Sir ?

. Care. Right Mosco, Madam, made of the fculls of . conquered enemies. • Lady Sad. Gunpowder, as I live! (Excant.* F


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