Tea. Och! Mrs. Mustardpot, have you found a Rowland for your Oliver at last! [Aside. Man. You'll find, madam, they've stolen nothing but their own: they were HONEST THIEVES, I assure you.

Mrs. D. Yes, sir, they have stolen writings of my husband's, which, if they don't immediately restore, shall cost them dearly.

Ruth. There, Mr. Day, are all we took of your's-[gives book and papers.] having reclaim'd our rights, and put these and ourselves under the protection of these gentlemen.

Care. We are bound in honour, sir, at the hazard of life and fortune, to support them against all unjust authority whatever.

Mrs. D. Marry, come up!-we shall try that presently.

Mr. D. You are too hasty, duck.

Mrs. D. What, you are frighten'd again at

shadows?

Mr. D. We had better hush the matter up, duck. A word in your ear. [Apart. Ruth. You will find, Mrs. Day, that we have selected but our own papers; and as you know their contents as well as those I have given Mr. Day, you will of course be silent, for your husband's sake, as well as your own.

Mrs. D. Indeed, Mrs. Prate-a-pace!

Care. Softly, good Gillian Day-keep your dignity, and don't call names.

Tea. Oh! if you don't know manners, I'll be after shewing you to the kitchen!

Mrs. D. I shall choak with vexation!
Mr. D. We had better withdraw, duck.

[Apart. Mrs. D. Duck me no ducks, but get alongdo!-[pushes him off.] yes, and you too, Stupid the Second. [Pushes Abel off] Ah! you are a precious couple!

Tea. Indeed and you are a precious couple, all three of you!

Care. They are rightly serv'd; and now, my charming Anne, since you and your friend have honour'd us with your confidence, we will not ask more till you have proved us worthy. In the mean time, Teague, we thank thee, and will endeavour to reward thy honesty.

Tea. Och! master, say no more about that: sure, if we have luck enough to please our good friends, a smile from their sweet lips is to poor Teague the best reward of all!

THE END.

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