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brought before me, and I will feast my eyes, and ease my heart, with this devoted Sylvia. No reply; but obey.

Dorus. It is done. This is going too far.

[Aside.-Exit, shrugging up his shoulders. Re-enter DORUS, with SYLVIA. Urg. Are you the wretch, the unhappy maid, who has dared to be the rival of Urganda?

Syl. I am the happy maid who possess the affections of Cymon.

Urg. Thou vain rash creature! I will make thee fear my power, and hope for my mercy.

[Waves her wand, and the scene changes to the Black Rocks.

Syl. I am still unmoved.

[Smiles. Urg. Thou art on the very brink of perdition, and in a moment will be closed in a tower, where thou shalt never see Cymon, or any human being more.

Syl. While I have Cymon in my heart, I bear a charm about me, to scorn your power, or, what is more, your cruelty.

[Music. URGANDA waves her wand, and the Black Tower appears.

Urg. Open the gates, and enclose her insolence for ever.

Enter Furies, who seize SYLVIA, and put her in the

Tower.

Now let Merlin release you if he can.

[It thunders; the Tower sinks, and MERLY. pears in the place where the Tower unk shriek, and run off, except URGANDA, wẫu 14 struck with terror.

Mer. "Still shall my power your arts conf And Cymon's cure shall be Urganda's word" [URGANDA waves her vand, Wretched Urganda! your power is gone. Urg. In vain I wave this wand, I feel my pe is gone. Thus I destroy the small remains sovereignty.

Forgive my errors, and forget my name;
Oh! drive me hence with penitence and shams;
From Merlin, Cymon, Sylcia, let me fy.
Beholding them, my shame can never die.

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Miss T. But pray, have you made any new dis- Miss T. What do you think the Goth said to me coveries of my lord's gallantry? yesterday? One of the knots of his tie hanging Lady M. New discoveries! why, I saw him my-down his left shoulder, and his fringed cravat self yesterday morning in a hackney-coach, with a minx in a pink cardinal; you shall absolutely burn your's, Tittup, for I shall never bear to see one of that colour again.

Miss T. Sure she does not suspect me. [Aside.] And where was your ladyship, pray, when you saw

him?

Lady M. Taking the air with Colonel Tivy in his carriage.

Miss T. But, my dear Lady Minikin, how can you be so angry that my lord was hurting your pride, as you call it, in the hackney-coach, when you had him so much in your power, in the Colonel's carriage?

Lady M. What, with my lord's friend, and my friend's lover! [Takes her by the hand.] Oh, fie, Tittup!

Miss T. Pooh, pooh! love and friendship are very fine names, to be sure, but they are mere visiting acquaintances: we know their names, indeed; talk of 'em sometimes, and let 'em knock at our doors; but we never let 'em in, you know.

Lady M. I vow, Tittup, you are extremely polite. Miss T. I am extremely indifferent in these affairs, thanks to my education. We must marry, you know, because other people of fashion marry; but I should think very meanly of myself, if after I were married, I should feel the least concern at all about my husband.

Lady M. I hate to praise myself, and yet I may with truth aver, that no woman of quality ever had, can have, or will have, so consummate a contempt for her lord, as I have for my most honourable and puissant Earl of Minikin, Viscount Perriwinkle, ind Baron Titmouse. Ha, ha, ha!

Miss T. But, is it not strange, Lady Minikin, hat merely his being your husband should create uch indifference? for certainly, in every other eye, is lordship has great accomplishments. Lady M. Accomplishments! thy head is certainly trned: if you know any of 'em, pray let's have m; they are a novelty, and will amuse me. Miss T. Imprimis, he is a man of quality. Lady M. Which, to be sure, includes all the carnal virtues. Poor girl! go on!

Miss T. He is a very handsome man.

Lady M. He has a very bad constitution.

Miss T. He has wit.

nicely twisted down his breast, and thrust through
his gold button-hole, which looked exactly like my
little Barbet's head in his gold collar:-" Niece
Tittup," cries he, drawing himself up, "I protest
against this manner of conducting yourself both at
home and abroad."-" What are your objections,
Sir John?" answered I, a little pertly.-"Various
and manifold," replied he; "I have no time to enu-
merate particulars now, but I will venture to pro-
phecy, if you keep whirling round the vortex of pan-
theons, operas, festinos, coteries, masquerades, and
all the devilades in this town, your head will be
giddy, down you will fall, lose the name of Lucretia,
and be called nothing but Tittup ever after. You'll
excuse me, cousin!" and so he left me.
Lady M. Oh, the barbarian!

Enter GYMP.

"Mrs. Pe

Gymp. A card, your ladyship, from Mrs. Pewitt. Lady M. Poor Pewitt! If she can but be seen at public places, with a woman of quality, she's the happiest of plebeians. [Reads the card.] witt's respects to Lady Minikin, and Miss Tittup; hopes to have the pleasure of attending them to Lady We'll certainly attend her. Gymp, put some mesFilligree's ball this evening. Lady Daisey sees masks.” sage-cards upon my toilet, I'll send her an answer immediately; and tell one of my footmen, that he must make some visits for me to-day, again, and be sure to call at Lady Pettitoes, and if she should send me a list of those he made yesterday: he must unluckily be at home, he must say that he came to [Exit GYMP. inquire after her sprained ancle.

Miss T. Ay, ay, give our compliments to her sprained ancle.

well of it; and I am resolved not to call at her door Lady M. That woman's so fat, she'll never get myself, till I am sure of not finding her at home. I am horribly low-spirited to-day. Do send your Colonel to play at chess with me: since he belonged to you, Titty, I have taken a kind of liking to him; I like everything that loves my Titty.

Miss T. I know you do, my dear lady.

Lady M. He is a lord, and a little goes a great I am much mistaken.

iy.

Miss T. He has great good nature.
Lady M. No wonder-he's a fool.

Miss T. And then his fortune, you'll allow—

if

Lady M. Was a great one-but he games, and, rly, he's undone; if not, he deserves to be hanged; d so, exit my Lord Minikin. And now, let your se uncle, and my good cousin Sir John Trotley, ronet, enter; where is he, pray?

Lady M. That sneer I don't like; if she suspects, I shall hate her. [Aside.] Well, dear Titty, I'll go and write my cards, and dress for the masquerade, and if that won't raise my spirits, you must assist me to plague my lord a little. [Erit. My lord shall know every Miss T. Yes, and I'll plague my lady a little, or tittle that has passed. What a poor, blind, halfwitted, self-conceited creature this dear friend and relation of mine is! and what a fine, spirited, galhim, he likes my fortune; my lord likes me, and I lant soldier my Colonel is! My Lady Minikin likes like my lord; however, not so much as he imagines, or to play the fool so rashly as he may expect. What a great revolution in this family, in the space awkward, regular, good English family; but half a of fifteen months! We went out of England, a very

Miss T. In his own room, I suppose, reading mphlets and newspapers against the enormities of times; if he stays here a week longer, notwith-year in France, and a winter passed in the warmer nding my expectations from him, I shall certainly refinement of ease, dissipation, and pleasure. climate of Italy, have ripened our minds to every

ront him.

Lady M. I am a great favourite; but it is imposle much longer to act up to his very righteous a of things. Is it not pleasant to hear him abuse rybody, and everything, and yet always finishwith a "You'll excuse me, cousin!" Ha, ha,

Enter Colonel TIVY.

Col. T. May I hope, madam, that your humble servant had some share in your last reverie?

Miss T. How is it possible to have the least knowledge of Colonel Tivy, and not make him the prin cipal object of one's reflections?

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Miss T. By your honour, Colonel! Why will you pass off your counters to me? Don't I know that you fine gentlemen regard no honour but that which is given at the gaming-table? and which indeed ought to be the only honour you should make free with.

Col. T. How can you, miss, treat me so cruelly? Have I not absolutely foresworn dice, mistress, everything, since I dared to offer myself to you? Miss T. Yes, Colonel: and when I dare to receive you, you may return to everything again, and not violate the laws of the present happy matrimonial

establishment.

Col. T. Give me but your consent, madam, and your life to come

Miss T. Do you get my consent, Colonel, and I'll take care of my life to come.

Col. T. How shall I get your consent?
Miss T. By getting me in the humour.
Col. T. But how to get you in the humour?
Miss T. Oh! there are several ways; I am very
good-natured.

Col. T. Are you in the humour now?
Miss T. Try me.

Col. T. How shall I ?

Miss T. How shall I?-you a soldier, and not know the art military? How shall I ?—I'll tell you how: when you have a subtle, treacherous, polite enemy to deal with, never stand shilly-shally, and lose your time in treaties and parlies, but cock your nat, draw your sword; march, beat drum,-dub, dub, a-dub-present, fire, puff puff,-'tis done! they fly, they yield-Victoria! Victoria!

[Running off Col. T. Stay, stay, my dear, dear angel! [Bringing her back. Miss T. No, no, no; I have no time to be killed now: besides, Lady Minikin is in the vapours, and wants you at chess, and my lord is low-spirited, and wants me at picquet; my uncle is in an ill-humour, and wants me to discard you, and go with him into the country.

Col. T. And will you, miss ?

not have known the place again, nor the penie. All the signs, that made so noble an appearance, are all taken down; not a bob or a tie-wig to be sen; a the degrees, from the Parade in St. James's Part to the stool and brush at the corner of every street, have their hair tied up-and that's the reason s many heads are tied up every month.

Davy. I shall have my head tied up to-morrow; Mr. Wisp will do it for me: your honour and I look like Philistines among them.

Sir J. And I shall break your head if it is t up; I hate innovations; all confusion, and no tinction! The streets now are as smooth as a turnpike-road! no rattling and exercise in the backneycoaches; those who ride in them are all fast asleep; and they have strings in their hands, that the coac man must pull to wake them when they are to be set down: what luxury and abomination! Davy. Is it so, your honour; 'feckins, I like : hugely.

Sir J. But you must hate and detest London. Davy. How can I manage that, your home. when there is everything to delight my eye, and cherish my heart?

Sir J. 'Tis all deceit and delusion.

Dary. Such crowding, coaching, carting, ni squeezing; such a power of fine sights; fine shops full of fine things; and then such fine illuminations all of a row! and such fine dainty ladies in the streets, so civil and so graceless: they talk of country girls; these here look more healthy and rosy by half.

Sir J. Sirrah! they are prostitutes: and are civil to delude and destroy you.

Davy. Bless us, bless us! How does your honour know all this? Were they as bad in your time?

Sir J. Not by half, Davy: in my time, there was a sort of decency in the worst of women; but the harlots now watch like tigers for their prey; and drag you to their dens of infamy.-See, Davy, how they have torn my neckcloth. [Shews his neckcloth.

Dary. If you had gone civilly, your honour, they would not have hurt you.

Sir J. Well, we'll get away as fast as we can. Davy. Not this month, I hope; for I have not had half my bellyful yet.

Sir J. I'll knock you down, Davy, if you gr profligate; you sha'n't go out again to-night, and to-morrow keep in my room, and stay till I can look

Miss T. Will I-no, I never do as I am bid: over my things, and see they don't cheat you. but you ought; so go to my lady.

Col. T. Nay, but, miss

Miss T. Nay, but, Colonel, if you won't obey your commanding officer, you should be broke, and then my maid won't accept of you; so march, Colonel!-lookye, sir! I will command before marriage, and do what I please afterwards, or I have been well educated to very little purpose.

Erit.

Col. T. What a mad devil it is! Now, if I had the least affection for the girl, I should be d-ly vexed at this! But she has a fine fortune, and I must have her if I can. Tol, lol, lol, &c. [Exit. Enter Sir JOHN TROTLEY and DAVY.

Sir J. Hold your tongue, Davy; you talk like a fool. Davy. It is a fine place, your honour, and I would live here for ever.

Sir J. More shame for you. Live here for ever! What, among thieves and pickpockets? What a revolution since my time! the more I see, the more I've cause for lamentation! what a dreadful change has time brought about in twenty years! I should

Davy. Your honour then won't keep your werd

with me?

Sir J. Why, what did I promise you? Davy. That I should take sixpen'orth at one a the theatres to-night, and a shilling place at the other to-morrow.

Sir J. Well, well, so I did. Is it a moral piece Davy?

Davy. Oh! yes, and written by a elergyman; i is called the "Rival Cannanites; or the Tragedy of Braggadocia."

Sir J. Be a good lad, and I won't be worse that my word; there's money for you. [Gives ha money.] But come straight home, for I shall want to go to bed.

Davy. To be sure, your honour-as I am to go so soon, I'll make a night of it. [Anide, and ent

Sir J. This fellow would turn rake and maccar di if he were to stay here a week longer. Bles, what dangers are in this town at every step niece, Lucretia, is so be-fashioned and be-devilled, that nothing, I fear, can save her; however, to casu

conscience, I must try; but what can be exted from the young women of these times, but low looks, wild schemes, saucy words, and loose rals! They lie a-bed all day, sit up all night; if -y are silent, they are gaming, and if they talk, = either scandal or infidelity; and that they may -k what they are, their heads are all feather, and and their necks are twisted rattle-snake tippets. tempora, O mores! Exit.

SCENE II.-Lord Minikin's Dressing-room.

Ord MINIKIN discovered in his dressing-gown, with JESSAMY and MIGNON.

Lord M. Pr'ythee, Mignon, don't plague me any ore; dost think that a nobleman's head has nothing do but be tortured all day under thy infernal agers? Give me my clothes.

-r me!

Mignon. Ven you lose your money, my lor, you ogoot humour; the devil may dress your cheveu [Exit. Lord M. That fellow's an impudent rascal; but 's a genius, so I must bear with him. Oh, my ead!—a chair, Jessamy! I must absolutely change y wine-merchant; I can't taste his champagne ithout disordering myself for a week. Heigho! Enter Miss TITtup.

Miss T. What makes you sigh, my lord? Lord M. Because you were so near me, child. Miss T. Indeed! I should rather have thought my lady had been with you. By your looks, my Lord, I am afraid Fortune jilted you last night.

tendre for each other, she certainly would proclaim it, and then

Lord M. We should be envied, and she would Le laughed at, my sweet cousin.

Miss T. Nay, I would have her mortified too; for though I love her ladyship sincerely, I cannot say but I love a little mischief as sincerely; but, then, if my uncle Trotley should know of our affairs, he is so old-fashioned, prudish, and out-of-the-way, he would either strike me out of his will, or insist upon my quitting the house.

Lord M. My good cousin is a queer mortal, that's certain; I wish we could get him handsomely into the country again. He has a fine fortune to leave behind him.

Miss T. But then he lives so regularly, and never makes use of a physician, that he may live these

twenty years.

Lord M. What can we do with the barbarian? Miss T. I don't know what's the matter with me, but I am really in fear of him; I suppose, reading his formal books when I was in the country with him, and going so constantly to church, with my elbows stuck to my hips, and my toes turned in, have given me these foolish prejudices.

Lord M. Then you must affront him, or you'll never get the better of him.

Sir J. [Knocking without.] My lord, my lord, are you busy?

Miss T. Heavens! 'tis that detestable brute, my uncle!

Lord M. That horrid dog, my cousin!
Miss T. What shall we do, my lord?

Sir J. Nay, my lord, my lord, I heard you; pray

Lord M. No, faith! our champagne was not good yesterday, and I am vapoured like our English No-let me speak with you. vember; but one glance of my Tittup can dispel vapours like-like

Miss T. Like something very fine, to be sure: but pray keep your simile for the next time; and harkye! a little prudence will not be amiss; Mr. Jessamy will think you mad, and me worse.

Half aside.

Jes. Oh! pray don't mind me, madam. Lord M. Gadso! Jessamy, look out my domino, and I'll ring the bell when I want you.

Jes. I shall, my lord. Miss thinks that everybody is blind in the house but herself. [Aside, and exit. Miss T. Upon my word, my lord, you must be a little more prudent, or we shall become the town

talk.

Lord M. And so I will, my dear; and therefore, to prevent surprise, I'll lock the door.

Miss T. What do you mean, my lord? Lord M. Prudence, child, prudence; I keep all my jewels under lock and key.

Miss T. You are not in possession yet, my lord. I cannot stay two minutes; I only came to tell you that Lady Minikin saw us yesterday, in the hackney-coach: she did not know me, I believe; she pretends to be greatly uneasy at your neglect of her; she certainly has some mischief in her head.

Lord M. No intentions, I hope, of being fond of me?

Miss T. No, no, make yourself easy; she hates you most unalterably.

Lord M. You have given me spirits again. Miss T. Her pride is alarmed, that you should prefer any of the sex to her.

Lord M. Her pride, then, has been alarmed ever since I had the honour of knowing her.

Mi T. But, dear my lord, let us be merry and wise; should she ever be convinced that we have a

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Lord M. Oh! Sir John, is it you? I beg your pardon, I'll put up my papers, and open the door.

Miss T. Stay, stay, my lord; I would not meet him now for the world; if he sees me here alone with you, he'll rave like a madman: put me up the chimney; anywhere.

Lord M. [Aloud.] I'm coming, Sir John! Here, here! get behind my great chair; he sha'n't see you, and you may see all; I'll be short and pleasant

with him.

[Puts her behind the chair, and opens the door. Enter Sir JOHN.-[During this scene Lord MINIKIN turns the chair, as Sir JOHN moves, to conceal Miss T.]

Sir J. You'll excuse me, my lord, that I have broken in upon you: I heard you talking pretty loud. What have you nobody with you? what were you about, cousin? Looking about.

Lord M. A particular affair, Sir John: I always lock myself up to study my speeches, and speak them aloud for the sake of the tone and action."

Sir J. [Sits down.] Ay, ay, 'tis the best way. I am sorry I disturbed you; you'll excuse me, cousin! Lord M. I am rather obliged to you, Sir John; intense application to these things ruins my health; but one must do it for the sake of the nation.

Sir J. May be so: I hope the nation will be the better for't-you'll excuse me!

Lord M. Excuse me, Sir John: I love your frankness. But why won't you be franker still? we have always something for dinner, and you will never dine at home.

Sir J. You must know, my lord, that I love to know what I eat ;-I hate to travel, where I don't know my way: and since you have brought in foreign fashions and figaries, everything and everybody are in masquerade: your men and manners,

too, are as much frittered and fricasied, as your beef
and mutton; I love a plain dish, my lord. But to
the point; I came, my lord, to open my mind to you
about my niece Tittup; shall I do it freely?
Lord M. The freer the better; Tittup's a fine
girl, cousin, and deserves all the kindness you can
shew her.

[Lord M. and Miss T. make signs at each other. Sir J. She must deserve it, though, before she shall have it; and I would have her begin with lengthening her petticoats, covering her shoulders, and wearing a cap upon her head.

Lord M. Don't you think a taper leg, falling shoulders, and fine hair, delightful objects, Sir John? Sir J. And therefore ought to be concealed; 'tis their interest to conceal them; when you take from the men the pleasure of imagination, there will be a scarcity of husbands; and then taper legs, falling shoulders, and fine hair, may be had for nothing. Lord M. Well said, Sir John. Ha, ha!-your niece shall wear a horseman's coat and jack-boots to please you. Ha, ha, ha!

Sir J. You may sneer, my lord; but for all that, I think my niece in a bad way; she must leave me and the country, forsooth, to travel and see good company and fashions; I have seen them too, and wish from my heart that she is not much the worse for the journey-you'll excuse me.

Lord M. But why in a passion, Sir John? Don't you think that my lady and I shall be able and willing to put her into the road?

Sir J. May be so, and yet make a d—d bad band for all that. You'll excuse me! What star has he, pray?

Lord M. He's a colonel; his elder brother Se Tan Tivy, will certainly break his neck, and the my friend will be a happy man.

Sir J. Here's morals! a happy man wh brother has broken his neck! A happy man' My on me!

Lord M. Why, he'll have six thousand ap Sir John

Sir J. I don't care what he'll have, nor Id care what he is, nor who my niece marries; she s a fine lady, and let her have a fine gentleman; 1 sha'n't hinder her. I'll away into the country to morrow, and leave you to your fine doings; lar no relish for them, not I; I can't live amongnor game with you; I hate cards and dice; I neither rob nor be robbed; I am contented what I have, and am very happy, my lord, the sp my brother has not broken his neck-you'll ex me!

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Lord M. Ha, ha, ha! Come, fox, come out y hole! Ha, ha, ha!

Miss T. Indeed, my lord, you have undone m; not a foot shall I have of Trotley Manor, that's p tive! But no matter, there's no danger of his breaking his neck, so I'll e'en make myself happy with what I have, and behave to him for the future, as he were a poor relation.

Lord M. (Kneeling and kissing her hand.] I must Sir J. Zounds! my lord, you are out of it your-kneel and adore you for your spirit, my sweet, hea self. This comes of your travelling; all the town venly Lucretia! know how you and my lady live together; and I must tell you you'll excuse me,—that my niece suffers by the bargain; prudence, my lord, is a very fine thing.

Lord M. So is a long neckcloth nicely twisted into a button-hole; but I don't choose to wear one -you'll excuse me!

Sir J. I wish that he who first changed long neckcloths for such things as you wear, had the wearing of a twisted neckcloth that I would give him.

[Rises. Lord M. Pr'ythee, baronet, don't be so horridly out-of-the-way; prudence is a very vulgar virtue, and so incompatible with our present ease and refinement, that a prudent man of fashion is now as great a miracle as a pale woman of quality; we got rid of our mauvaise honte, at the same time that we imported our neighbour's rouge and their morals.

Sir J. Did you ever hear the like! I am not surprised, my lord, that you think so lightly, and talk so vainly, who are so polite a husband: your lady, my cousin, is a fine woman, and brought you a fine fortune, and deserves better usage.

Lord M. Will you have her, Sir John? she is much at your service.

Sir J. Profligate! What did you marry her for, my lord?

Re-enter Sir JOHN.

Sir J. [Starts.] One thing I had forgot-
Miss T. Ha! he's here again!

Sir J. Why, what the devil!-Heigho! my niece Lucretia, and my virtuous lord, studying speeches for the good of the nation. Yes, yes, you have been making fine speeches, indeed, my lord; and your arguments have prevailed, I see. I beg your pardon, I did not mean to interrupt your studiesyou'll excuse me, my lord!

Lord M. [Smiling and mocking him.] You'll ex cuse me, Sir John!

Sir J. Oh! yes, my lord; but I'm afraid the devl won't excuse you at the proper time. Miss Luce tia, how do you, child? You are to be marre soon I wish the gentleman joy, Miss Lucretia: de is a happy man to be sure, and will want but the breaking of his brother's neck to be c pletely so.

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Miss T. Upon my word, uncle, you are always putting bad constructions upon things; my lord as been soliciting me to marry his friend-and lavag that moment-extorted a consent from me be thanking-and-and-wishing me joy-in has a [Henists Sir J. Is that all! But how came you be Lord M. Convenience. Marriage is not, now-a-child? Did you fly down from the chimney, or iz days, an affair of inclination, but convenience; and at the window? for I don't remember seeing they who marry for love, and such old-fashioned when I was here before. stuff, are to me as ridiculous as those that advertise for an agreeable companion in a post-chaise.

Sir J. I have done, my lord; Miss Tittup shall either return with me into the country, or not a penny shall she have from Sir John Trotley, baronet. Whistles and walks about.] Pray, my lord, what husband is this you have provided for her?

Lord M. A friend of mine; a man of wit, and a fine gentleman.

Miss T. How can you talk so, Sir Joka? Ya really confound me with your suspicions; and the you ask so many questions, and I have st things to do, that-that-upon my word, if I duc make haste, I sha'n't get my dress ready for ball, so I must run. You'll excuse me, uncle'

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Sir J. A fine hopeful young lady that, my
Lord M. She's well bred, and has wit.

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