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of his giving any more entertainments; for there is a

certain gentleman call'd an upholsterer, who, the mo• ment that the company is gonc, is to make his entrance into the house, and carry every thing out on't.

Rak. A very good way, faith, of furnishing a house • to receive a wife in; your master has set me a very good * pattern againft you and I marry, Mrs Lettice.

Let. Sauce-box! Do you think I'll have you? Rak. Unless I can provide better for myself.

Let. Well, that I am fond of thee I am certain; and . what I am fond of I can't imagine, unless it be thy in• vincible impudence.

Rak. Why, faith, I think I have the impudence of a • gentleman; and there is nothing better to succeed with • the ladies.

• When modefty fues for a favour,

• What answers the politic lass?"
Let. That she mightily likes his behaviour,

. And thinks in her heart he's an ass;

. And thinks in her heart he's an ass. • Rak. But when bolder impudence rushes,

• And manfully seizes her charms; Let.

Lard! you're rude, Sir, she cries; then she

• blushes,
• And folds the brisk youth in her arms.
• And folds, &c.

[Exeunt.' Enter Valentine and Trick. Val. You say I owe you sool. principal and inte. reft.

Trick. Yes, Sir; you will please to cast it up yourself, and I believe our accounts will correspond.

Val. I'll take your word for it, Sir; and if you please to let me have 500 more, I shall owe you 1000.

Trick. Sir, the money was none of my own, I had it from another; and it must be paid, Sir; he hath called it in. Val. He may call as long

as long as he pleases; but till I call it in, it will not signify much, Sir. I have thought of an expedient: If the money you lent me was another's, and he be impatient for it, you may pay him off, lay

me down the other 509, and take the whole debt upon yourself.

Trick. I am quite out of cash, Sir, or you know you might command me; and therefore I hope you will not put off the payment any longer.

Val. I am extremely busy to-day, and beg you would call another time.

Trick. I have call'd lo often that I am quite weary of calling; and if I am not paid within these three days, I fhall send a lawyer for my money and fo your ser, vant.

[Exida Enter Trusty. Val. So, honest Trusty, what success?

Trusty. I went to the jeweller's with the ring which your honour told me cost an hundred pound, but he refus'd to give me any more than fifty for it; so I e'en took that.

Val. Very well,

Trusty. As for the old filver bowl which your father valu'd at fourscore pounds, Mr Whiting said, there was so much reckon'd for the fashion, and that it was so old. and ungenteel, that he offer'd me but twenty: but I knew your honour wanted money,,and so I took it.

Val. Very well.

Trusty. The gold repeating watch I carried to the maker, and told him he had received fifty odd guineas for it two years ago: but he said it was much the worse for wearing ; and that the nobility and gentry run so much into pinchbeck, that he had not difpos'd of two gold watches this month. However, he said he would give half; and I thought that better than nothing, so I let him have it.

Val. Very well.

Trusty. But this was nothing to that rogue in Mon, mouth-street, who offer'd me but 161. for the two fuits. of fine cloaths, that I dare swear stood your honour in above cool. I flew into a great pallion with him, and have brought them back again.

Val. You shou'd have taken the money.

Trusty. One piece of surprising good fortune was the saving of your medals, which as I was just going to difpose of, a gentleman whisper'd in my ear, that a certain N-3


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knight, that wou'd be in town in a fortnight, wou'd give fix times as much for them.

Val. A fortnight! what of a fortnight? a fortnight's * an age. I wou'd not give a shilling for the reversion of an estate so long to come. Here give me what money you have brought, and go and dispose of the reft immediately.

Trusty. But, Sir, I wish your honour would confider: for my part, I dread my old master's coming home; and

if he does not, what you will do any longer, heaven Knows

Val. Don't trouble thyself about that; but go execute my commands.

[Exit Trufty:
AIR VII. Excuse me.
Let misers with forrow to-day

for to-morrow's array;
Like Tantalus thirsty, who craves,

Drink up to his chin in the waves.
But fortune, like women, to-day may be kind,

And yield to your mind;
To-morrow she goes,
And on others bestows

The blessing.
The lover who yields to the fair one's delays,

Oft loses the day;
Then fly to her arms,

For we are sure
Of her charms
When poffefsing.

Enter Servant:
Ser. Sir, a gentleman in mourning defires to see you.

Val. Show him in. (Exit Servant.) Wou'd my dear :
Charlotte were here.

Enter Slap. Val, Your most obedient servant, Sir; I have not the honour of knowing you, Sir.

Slap. I believe you do not, Sir ; I ask pardon, but I have a small writ against you.

Vak A writ against me?

Slap. Don't be uneasy, Sir; it is only for a trife, Sir; about 2001.

Val. What muft I do, Sir?

Slap. Oh, Sir, whatever you please ; only pay the money, or give bail, which you please.

Val. I can do neither of them this inftant, and I expeet company every moment. I suppose, Sir, you'll take my word till to-morrow morning.

Slap. Oh yes, Sir; with all my heart. If you will be So good as to step to my house hard by, you shall be exe tremely well usd, and I'll take your word.

Val. Your house ! 'Sdeath, you rascal! Slap. Nay, Sir, 'tis in vain to bully. Val. Nay, then!—who's there?-my servants. [Enter Servants. ] Here, kiek this fellow down stairs.

Slap. l'his is a rescue, remember that a rescue, Sir ; Pll have my lord chief justice's warrant:

[Slap is forc'd off by the Servants.

Enter Charlotte. Char. Ob Valentine! what's the matter? I am frighten'd to death. Swords drawn! Oh


you are not hurt?

Val. By none but you, my love; I have no wounds but those you can cure.

Char. Heav'n be prais'd! But what was the occasion of this buftle?

Val. Nothing, my dear, but a couple of fencing maAters I happend to turn about, and one of them cut me on the back; that's all.

Char. You see the dangers I run on your account ; should my aunt know of my being here, I shall be undone for ever. Nay, and what the rest of the company will think when they see me here before them, I dread to imagine.

Val. You know you have it in your power to filence the tongues of the world whenever you please : and, oh Charlotte ! I wish you would this day consent to make. this house your reputable home.

Char. Press me not, Valentine;. for, whatever be the consequence, if you should, I feel I cannot deny you:

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If lovers would take a denial or two;
If he pursues her fill,

Can the refuse him ftill,

What she herfelf hath a mind to do?
Val. Turtles, tho' with cach other they die

Shall be less constant and fond than I :

For April's soft fhowers,

Nor June's sweet flowers,

In softness and sweetness with thee can vic.. Char. T'urtles, tho', &c.

Char. Cou'd I be assured of your constancy; cou'd I find you always fond and endearing as now; believe me, it wou'd not be in the power of fortune to make me mie serable.

Val. If you can place any confidence in vows, I know not how to bind myself faster to you than I have done al.. ready; but you have a better, which is in your own me. rit. Believe me, Charlotte, men are more conftant than you imagine. He that marries for money, is constant to the love of his wife’s- money; he that marries for beauty, is commonly constant while that beauty lafts; and a love that’s fix'd on merit, ąs mine, will be constant while that endures.

Char. Well, we must all run a risk, believe me; 26 to the point of fortune, it is the least of my thoughts. A woman who can carry her prudence so far as that, cheats you when the pretends to love. Love reigas alone in every breast it inhabits; and, in my opinion, makes us amends for the absence of Madam Prudence and all her train. Val. My deareft girl, this night shall make me thine.

AIR {X. Polworth on the Green.

Come, Charlotte, let's be gay,
Let's enjoy ourselves to-day;
To-inorrow's in the hands of the pow'rs,,
To-day alone-is ours.

Let fools for wealth
Spend time and health;
While we, more happy, try,
In each soft kiss,
Transporting bliss,
Which treasures ne'er can buy.


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