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I assure you, Sir, I have not been backward, on all such occasions, to blazon forth your merit, and to make her sensible how advantageous a match you will be to her ?
Love. You did very well, and I am obliged to you.
Lap. But, Sir, I have a small favour to ask of you ;-) have a lawsuit depending, which I am on the very brink of losing, for want of a little money; [He looks gravely) and you could easily procure my success, if you had the least friendship for me.--You can't imagine, Sir, the pleasure she takes in talking of you : [He looks pleased] Ah! How you will delight her, how your venerable mien will charm her! She will never be able to withstand you.— But indeed, Sir, this lawsuit will be a terrible consequence to me : (He looks grave again] I am ruined if I lose it; which a very small matter might prevent-ah! Sir, had you but seen the raptures with which she heard me talk of you. [He resumes his gaiety] How pleasure sparkled in her eyes at the recital of your good qualities ! In short, to discover a secret to you, which I promised to conceal, I have worked up her imagigation till she is downright impatient of having the match concluded.
Love. Lappet, you have acted a very friendly part; and. I own that I have all the obligations in the world to you.
Lap. I beg you would give me this little assistance, Sír: [He lnoks serious]. It will set me on my feet, and I shall be eternally obliged to you.
Love. Farewell ; I'll go and finish my despatches.
Lap. I assure you, Sir, you could never assist me in a greater necessity.
Love. I must give some orders about a particular affair.
Lap. I would not importune you, Sir, if I was not forced by the last extremity.
Love. I expect the tailor, about turnig my coat :-don't you think this coat will look well enough turned, and with new buttons, for a wedding suit ?
Lap. For pity's sake, Šir, don't refuse me this small favour: I shall be undone, irideed, Sir. If it were but so small a matter as ten pounds, Sir
Love. I think I hear the tailor's voice. Lap. Ii it were but five pounds, Sir; but three pounds, Lir; nay, Sir, a single guinea would be of service for a day or two. [.As he offers to go out on either side, he intercepts him.]
Love. I must go, I can't stay -hark, there! Somebody calls me—I am very much obliged to you, indeed; I am very much obliged to you.
[Exit. Lap. Go to the devil, like a covetous good for nothing villain as you are.
Ramilie is in the right ; however, I shall not quit the affair ; for though I get nothing out of him, I am sure of my reward from the other side.
VI.--Cardinal Wolsey and Cromwell. Wol. FAREWELL, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, nips his shoot And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, These many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth; my high blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye! I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet regard of princes, and his ruin, More pangs
and fears than war or women have i And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
[Enter Cromwelt. Why, how now, Cromwell ?
Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir.
Wol. What, amaz'd
Crom. How does your Grace ?
Wol. Why, well;
These ruined pillars, out of pity taken
Crom. I'm glad your Grace has made that right use of it.
Wol. I hope I have : I'm able, now, methinks,
Crom. The heaviest and the worst
iVol. God bless him!
Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen
Wol. That's somewhat sudden-
Crom. That Cranmer is returned with welcome ;
Wol. That's news indeed!
Crom. Last, that the lady Anne,
pray, may never set !) I've told him What and how true thou art; he will advance thee; Some little memory of me will stir him,
(I know his noble nature) not to let Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwelt;
Neglect him not; make use now and provide
Crom. Oh, my lord!
Wol. Cromwell I did not think to shed a tear
Crom. Good Sir, have patience.
Wol. So I have. Farewell
VII.Sir Charles and Lady Racket.
-Why don't you help me, you barbarous man?
I don't love you, Sir C. Don't you !
Lady R. No. Dear me! This glove! Why don't you help me off with my glove ? Pshaw! You awkward thing ; let it alone ; you an't fit to be about me. Reach me a chair-you have no compassion for me -I am so glad to sit down-Why do you drag me to routs ?-You know I hate 'em.
Sir C. Oh! There's no existing, no breathing, unless one does as other people of fashion do.
Lady R. But I'm out of humour-I lost all my money.
Sir C. Never fret for that I don't value three hundred pounds, to contribute to your happiness.
Lady R. Don't you? Not value three hundred pounds to please me?
Sir C. You know I don't.
Lady R. Ah! You fond fool!But I hate gaming-It almost metamorphoses a woman into a fury.-Do you know that I was frightened at myself several times to-night ? I had a huge oath at the very tip of my tongue.
Sir C. Had you?
Lady R. I caught myself at it-and so I bit my lips. And then I was crammed up in a corner of the room, with such a strange party, at a whist table, looking at black and red spots-Did you mind 'em?
Sir C. You know I was busy elsewhere.
Lady R. There was that strange unaccountable woman, Mrs. Nightshade. She behaved so strangely to her husband -a poor, inoffensive, good-natured, good sort of a good for nothing kind of a man.-But she so teased him" How would you play that card ? Ah, you've a head, and so has a pin.--You're a numskull, you know you are-Ma'am he's the poorest head in the world ;-he does not know what he is about; you know you don't--Ab, fie ! I'm ashamed of
Sir C. She has served to divert you, I see. Lady R. And then to crown ali- -there was my lady Clackit, who runs on with an eternal volubility of nothing,