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of separate inclinations are left entirely at the mercy of a husband's odd humours.

Lady G. Why, that indeed is enough to make a woman of spirit look about her.

Lady T. Nay, but, to be serious, my dear, what would you really have a woman to do in my case ?

Lady G. Why, if I had a sober husband, as you have, I would make myself the happiest wife in the world, by bejog as sober as he.

Lady T. Oh, you wicked thing! how can you teaze one at this rate, when you know he is so very sober, that (except giving me'money) there is not one thing in the world he can do to please me. And I, at the same time, partly by nature, and partly, perhaps by keeping the best company, do with my soul love almost every thing he hates. I dote upon assemblies : my heart bounds at a ball; and at. an operam expire. Then, I love play to distraction; cards enchant memand dice-put me out of my little wits, Dear, dear hazard-Oh, what a flow of spirits it gives one ; do you never play at hazard, child ?

Lady G. Oh, never! I don't think it sits well upon women ; there's something so masculine, 80 much the air of a rake in it. You see how it makes the men swear and curse ; and, when a woman is thrown into the same passion, why

Lady T. That's very true ; one is a little put to it, some. times, not to make use of the same words to express it.

Lady G. Well, and upon ill luck, pray what words are you really forced to make use of ?

Lady T. Why, upon a very hard case, indeed, when a sad wrorg word is rising just to one's tougue's end, I give a great gulp and swallow it.

Lady G. Well-and is it not enough to make you fora swear play as long you live?

Lady T. O, yes; I have foresworn it.
Lady G. Seriously?

Lady T. Solemnly, a thousand times; but then one is constantly foresworn.

Lady G. And how can you answer that?

Lady T. My dear, what we say, when we are losers, we look upon to be no more bivding than a lover's oath, or a great man's promise. But I beg pardon, child: I should not lead you so far into the world; you are a prude, and design to live soberly,


Lady G. Why, I confess iny náture and my education do in a good degree incline me that way;

Lady T. Well, how a woman of spirit (for you don't want that, child,) can dream of living soberly, is to me inconceivable; for you will marry, I suppose.

Lady G. I can't tell but I may.
Lady T. And won't you live in town?
Lady G. Half the year, I should like it very well.

Lady T. My stars ! and you would really live in London half the year, to be sober in it?

Lady G. Why not?

Lady T. Why can't you as well go and be sober in the country ?

Lady G. So I would-t'other half year.

Lady T. And pray what comfortable scheme of life would you form now for your summer and winter sober end tertainments ?

Lady G. A scheme that I think might very well content Lady T. Oh, of all things, let's hear it.

Lady G. Why, in cumnier I could pass my leisure hours. in riding, in reading, walking by a canal, or sitting at the end of it under a great tree; in dressing, dining, chatting with an agreeable friend; perhaps hearing a little musie, taking a dish of tea, or a game at cards soberly; manage ing my family, lookiny into its accounts, playing with my children, if I had any; or in a thousand other innocent amusements--soberly; and possibly, by these means, I might induce iny husband to be as sober as myselt.

Lady 7'. Well, my dear, thou art an astonishing creature! For sure such primitive antediluvian notious of life have not been in any head these thousand years.- -Under a great tree! ha! ha! ha! But I beg we may have the sober town scheme too for I am charmed with the country one.

Lady G, You shall, and I'll try to stick to my sebriety there too.

Lady T. Well, though I am sure it will give me the vapors, I must hear it.

Lady G. Why, then, for fear of your fainting, madam, I will first so far come into the fashion, that I would never be dressed out of it but still it should be soberly : for I can't think it any disgrace to a woman of my private fortune not to wear her lace as fiue as the wedding suit of a first

duchess; though there is one extravagance I would ven-, ture to come up to.

Lady T. Ay, now for it!
Lady G. I would every day be as clean as a bride.

Lady T. Why, the men say that's a great step to be made one

-Well, now you are drest, pray let's see to what purpose,

Lady G. I would visit that is, my real friends; but as little for form as possible would go to court; someo times to an assembly, nay, play at quadrille-soberly. I would see all the good plays; and because 'tis the fashion, now and then go to an opera ;. but I would not expire there for fear I should never go again. And lastly, I can't say, but for curiosity, if I liked my company, I might be drawn in once to a masquerade; and this, I think, is as far as any woman can go-soberly.

Lady T. Well, if it had not been for that last piece of sobriety, I was just going to call for some surfeit-water.

Lady G. Why, don't you think, with the farther aid of breaktasting, dining, taking the air, sopping, sleeping, (not to say a word of devotion,) the four-and-twenty hours might roll over in a tolerable manner ?

Lady T. Tolerable ? deplorable! Why, child, all you. propose is but to endure life ; - now, I want to enjoy it.

111.-Prinli and Jaffier: Pri. No more! I'll hear no more! Be gone and leave Jaff. Not hear me! By my sufferings, but you shall ! My lord, my lord ! I'm not that abject wretch You think me. Patience ! where's the distance throws Me back so far, but I may boldly speak lo right, though proud oppression will not hear me !

Pri. Have you not wrong'd me?

Jaff Could my nature e'er
Have brook'd injustice or the doing wrong,
I need not now thus low have bent myself,
To gain a hearing from a cruel father.
Wrong'd you?

Pri. Yes, wrong'd me. In the nicest point,
The honour of my house, you've done me wrong.
What you first came home from travel,
With such hopes as made you

look'd on By all men's eyes, a youth of expectation,



self was

Pleas'd with your seeming virtue, I received you;
Courted, and sought to raise you to your merits ;
My house, my table, pay, my fortune too,
My very

şours: you might have us'd me
To your best service; like an open friend
1 treated, trusted you, and thought you mine :
When, in requital of my best endeavours,
You treacherously practis'd to undo me;
Seduced the weakness of my age's darling,
My only child, and stole her from my bosom.

Jaff. 'Tis to me you owe her ;
Childless you had been else, and in the grave
Your name extinct; no more Priuli heard of.
You may remember, scarce five years are past,
Since in your brigantine you sail'd to see
The Adriatic wedded by our Duke;
And I was with you. Your unskilful pilot
Dash'd us upon a rock; when to your boat
You made for safety; enter'd first yourself:
Th' affrighted Belvidera, following next,
As she stood trembling on the vessel's side,
Was by a wave wash'd off into the deep;
When instantly I plung'd into the sea,
And byffeting the billows to her rescue,
Redeem'd her life with half the loss of mine.
Like a rich conquest, in one hand I bore her,
And with the other, dash'd the saucy waves,
That thron'd and press'd to rob me of my prize.
I brought her; gave her to your despairing arms :
Indeed, you thank'd me; but a nobler gratitude
Rose in her soul; for from that hour she lov'd me,
Till, for her life, she paid me with herself.

Pri. You stole her from me; like a thief, you stole ber
At dead of night; that cursed hour you chose
To rifle me of all my heart held dear.
May all your joys in her prove false as mine;
A sterile fortune and a barren hed
Attend you both; continual discord make
Your days and nights bitter and grievous still;
May the hard hand of a vexatious need
Oppress and grind you ; till at last, you find
The curse of disobedience all your portion.

Jaff. Half of your curse you have bestow'd in vain : Heav'n has already erown'd our faithful loves

With a young boy, sweet as his mother's beauty...-
May he live to prove mere gentle than his grand-sire,
And happier than his father.

Pri. No more.

Jaff. Yes, all; and then-adieu forever.
There's not a wretch, that lives on common charity,
But's happier than 1: for I have known
The luscious sweets of plenty ; every night":
Have slept with soft content about my head,
And never wak'd but to a joyful morning;
Yet now must fall; like a full ear of corn,
Whose blossom 'scap'd, yet's wither'd in the ripening.

Pri. Home, and be humble; study to retrench;
Discharge the lazy vermin of thy hall;
Those pageants of thy folly ;
Reduce the glitt'ring trappings of thy wife
To humble weeds, fit for thy little state :
Then to some suburb cottage both retire :
Drudge to feed loathsome life ; get brats and starve.
Hoine, home, I say.

Jaff. Yes, if my heart would let me
This proud, this swelling heart ; home would I go,
But that my doors are bateful to my eyes,
Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors.
I've now not fifty ducals in the world ;
Yet still I am in love, and pleas'd with ruin.
O Belvidera ! Oh, she is


wife! And we will bear our wayward fate together-But ne'er know comfort more.

IV. Boniface and Aimwell.


Aim. Your'e my landlord I suppose.

Bon. Yes, Sir, I'm old Will Boniface; pretty well known upon this road, as the saying is. Aim. 0, Mr. Boniface; your servant.

Bon. 0, SirWhat will your honour please to drink, as the saying is?

Aim. I have heard your town of Litchfield much famed for ale : I think I'll taste that.

Bon. Sir, I have now in iny cellar ten toos of the best ale in Staffordshire : 'tis smooth as oil, sweet as milk, clear as amber, and strong as brandy'; and will be just fourteen, years old the fifth day of next March, old style.

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