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the best excuse for life, the hopes of possessing Lucinda: but, consider, sir, I have as much reason to be weary of it, if I am to lose her; and my first attempt to recover her, shall be to let her see the dauntless man who is to be her guardian and protector.

Bev. Sir, show me but the least glimpse of argument, that I am authorized, by my own hand, to vindicate any lawless insult of this nature, and I will show thee, to chastise thee, hardly deserves the name of courage. Slight, inconsiderate man! There is, Mr. Myrtle, no such terrour in quick anger; and you shall, you know not why, be cool, as you have, you know not why, been warm.

Myr. Is the woman one loves so little an occasion of anger? You, perhaps, who know not what it is to love, who have your ready, your commodious, your foreign trinket, for your loose hours; and from your fortune, your specious outward carriage, and other lucky circumstances, as easy a way to the possession of a woman of honour; you know nothing of what it is to be alarmed, to be distracted with anxiety and terror of losing more than life. Your marriage, happy man! goes on like common business, and in the interim, you have your rambling captive, your Indian princess, for your soft moments of dalliance, your convenient, your ready Indiana.

Bev. You have touched me beyond the patience of a man; and I am excusable in the guard of innocence, or from the infirmity of human nature, which can bear no more, to accept your invitation, and observe your letter-Sir, I will attend you.

Enter TOM.

Tom. Did you call, sir? I thought you did. I heard you speak aloud.

Bev. Yes, go call a coach,

Tom. Sir

Master - Mr. Myrtle-FriendsGentlemen- -What d'ye mean? I am but a servant, or

Bev. Call a coach.

-Shall I, though provoked to the uttermost, recover myself at the entrance of a third person, and that my servant too, and not have respect enough to all I have ever been receiving from infancy, the obligation to the best of fathers, to an unhappy virgin too, whose life depends on mine

-I have, thank Heaven, had time to recollect myself, and shall not, for fear of what such a rash man as you think of me, keep longer unexplained the false appearances, under which your infirmity of temper makes you suffer; when, perhaps, too much regard to a false point of honour, makes me prolong that suffering.

Myr. I am sure, Mr. Bevil cannot doubt, but I had rather have satisfaction from his innocence, than his sword.

Bev. Why then would you ask it first that way? Myr. Consider, you kept your temper yourself no longer than till I spoke to the disadvantage of her you loved.

Bev. True. But let me tell you, I have saved you from the most exquisite distress, even though you had succeeded in the dispute. I know you so well, that I am sure, to have found this letter about a man you had killed, would have been

worse than death to yourself-Read it-When he is thoroughly mortified, and shame has got the better of jealousy, he will deserve to be assisted towards obtaining Lucinda.

Myr. With what a superiority has he turned the injury on me, as the aggressor! I begin to fear I have been too far transported—'A treaty in our family!'-Is not that saying too much? I shall relapse-But I find—‘something like jealousy'— With what face can I see my benefactor, my advocate, whom I have treated like a betrayer.—Oh, Bevil! with what words shall I—

Bev. There needs none; to convince, is much more than to conquer.

Myr. But can you—

Bev. You have o'erpaid the inquietude you gave me, in the change I see in you towards me. Alas, what machines are we! thy face is alter'd to that of another man; to that of my companion, my friend.

Myr. That I could be such a precipitate wretch! Bev. Pray no more.

Myr. Let me reflect how many friends have died by the hands of friends, for want of temper; and you must give me leave to say again and again, how much I am beholden to that superior spirit you have subdued me with.—What had become of one of us, or perhaps both, had you been as weak as I was, and as incapable of reason?

Ber. I congratulate us both on this escape from ourselves, and hope the memory of it will make us dearer friends than ever.

Myr. Dear Bevil, your friendly conduct has convinced me that there is nothing manly, but

what is conducted by reason, and agreeable to the practice of virtue and justice; and yet, how many have been sacrificed to that idol, the unreasonable opinion of men! Nay, they are so ridiculous in it, that they often use their swords against each other, with dissembled anger and real fear. Steele.



Sir Har. COLONEL, your most obedient; I am come upon the old business; for, unless I am allowed to entertain hopes of Miss Rivers, I shall be the most miserable of all human beings.

Riv. Sir Harry, I have already told you by letter, and I now tell you personally, I cannot listen to your proposals.

Sir Har. No, sir!

Riv. No, sir: I have promised my daughter to Mr. Sidney. Do you know that, sir?

Sir Har. I do but what then? Engagements of this kind, you know

Riv. So then, you do know I have promised her to Mr. Sidney?

Sir Har. I do-but I also know that matters are not finally settled between Mr. Sidney and you; and I moreover know, that his fortune is by no means equal to mine, therefore

Riv. Sir Harry, let me ask you one question before you make your consequence.



Sir Har. A thousand if you please, sir.

Riv. Why then, sir, let me ask you, what you have ever observed in me or my conduct, that you desire me so familiarly to break my word: I thought, sir, you considered me as a man of ho


Sir Hur. And so I do, sir, a man of the nicest honour.

Riv. And yet, sir, you ask me to violate the sanctity of my word; and tell me directly, that it is my interest to be a rascal.

Sir Har. I really don't understand you, colonel : I thought when I was talking to you, I was talking to a man who knew the world; and as you have not yet signed

Riv. Why, this is mending matters with a witness! And so you think because I am not legally bound, I am under no necessity of keeping my word! Sir Harry, laws were never made for men of honour; they want no bond but the rectitude of their own sentiments, and laws are of no use but to bind the villains of society.

Sir Har. Well! but my dear colonel, if you have no regard for me, show some little regard for your daughter.

Riv. I show the greatest regard for my daughter, by giving her to a man of honour; and I must not be insulted with any further repetition of your proposals.

Sir Har. Insult you, colonel! Is the offer of my alliance an insult? Is my readiness to make what settlements you think proper

Riv. Sir Harry, I should consider the offer of a

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