ACT I.

PO! Po!—no ſuch thing—I tell you, Mr. Woodley, you are a mere novice in theſe affairs.

Nay, but liſten to reaſon. Mrs. Dimity—has not your maſter, Mr. Drugget, invited me down to his country-houſe, in order to give me his daughter Nancy in marriage; and with what pre⯑tence can he now break off?

What pretence! — you put a body out of all patience—but go on your own way, Sir; my advice is all loſt upon you.

Come now, do me juſtice—have not I fix'd an intereſt in the young lady's heart?

An intereſt in a fiddleſtick?—You ought to have made love to the father and [2]mother—what, do you think the way to get a wiſe, is by ſpeaking fine things to the lady you've a fancy for?—That was the practice, indeed, but things are alter'd now—you muſt addreſs the old people, Sir; and never trouble your head about your miſtreſs—None of your letters, and verſes, and ſoft looks, and fine ſpeeches,—"Have compaſſion, thou angelic crea⯑ture, on a poor, dying"—Pſhaw! ſtuff! nonſenſe! all out of faſhion.—Go your ways to the old Curmudgeon, humour his whims—"I ſhall eſteem it an honour, Sir, to be allied to a gentleman of your rank and taſte." "Upon my word, he's a pretty young gentleman."—Then wheel about to the mother: "Your daughter, Ma'am, is the very model of you, and I ſhall adore her for your ſake." "Here, come hither, Nancy, take this gentleman for better for worſe." "La, Mama, I can never conſent."—"I ſhould not have thought of your conſent—the conſent of your relations is enough: why how now, Huſſey!—So away you go to church, the knot is tied, and you quarrel like contrary elements all the reſt of your lives—that's the way of the world now."

But you know, my dear Dimity, the old couple have received every mark of mention from me.

Attention! to be ſure you did not fall aſleep in their company; but what then?—You ſhould have entered into their cha⯑racters, play'd with their humours, and ſa⯑crificed to their abſurdities.

Bat if my temper is too frank—

Frank, indeed! I hate the word, except when I receive a letter.—Have not you to do with a rich old ſhopkeeper, re⯑tired from buſineſs with an hundred thou⯑ſand pounds in his pocket, to enjoy the duſt of the London road, which he calls living in the country—and yet you muſt find fault with his ſituation!—What if he has made a ridiculous gimcrack of his houſe and gardens, you know his heart is ſet up⯑on it; and could not you have commended his taſte? But you muſt be too frank!—"Thoſe walks and alleys are too regular—thoſe evergreens ſhould not be cut into ſuch fantaſtic ſhapes."—And thus you ad⯑viſe a poor old mechanic, who delights in every thing that's monſtrous, to follow nature—Oh, you're likely to be a ſucceſs⯑ful lover!

But why ſhould not I ſave a father-in-law from being a laughing-ſtock?

Make him your father-in-law firſt—

Why he can't open his windows for the duſt—he ſtands all day looking thro' a pane of glaſs; and he calls that living in the freſh air, and enjoying his own thoughts.

Po! Po!—you have ruin'd your⯑ſelf by talking ſenſe to him; and all your nonſenſe to the daughter won't make amends for it.—And then the mother; how have you play'd your car [...]s in that quarter?—She wants a tinſel man of faſhion for her ſecond daughter—"Don't you ſee

how happy my eldeſt girl is made by marrying Sir Charles Rackett—Nancy ſhall have a man of quality too."

And yet I know Sir Charles Rac⯑kett perfectly well.

Yes, ſo do I; and I know he'll make his lady wretched at laſt—But what then? You ſhould have humour'd the old folks, —you ſhould have been a talking empty fop, to the good old lady; and to the old gentleman, an admirer of his taſte in gardening. But you have loſt him—he is grown fond of this beau Lovelace, that's here in the houſe with him; the coxcomb ingratiates himſelf by flattery, and you're undone by frankneſs.

And yet, Dimity, I won't deſpair.

And yet you have reaſon, a million of reaſons—To-morrow is fix'd for the wedding-day; Sir Charles and his lady are to be here this very night—they are engag'd, indeed, at a great rout in town, but they take a bed here, not withſtanding.—The family is fitting up for them; Mr. Drugget will keep ye all up, in the next room there [5]till they arrive—and to-morrow the buſineſs is over—and yet you don't, deſpair!—Huſh!—, hold your tongue; here he comes, and Lovelace with him.—Step this way with me, and, I'll deviſe ſomething, I warrant you.—'Tis enough to vex a body, to ſee an old father and mother marrying their daugh⯑ter as they pleaſe, in ſpite of all I can do.

And ſo you like my houſe and gardens, Mr. Lovelace.

Oh! perfectly, Sir; they gratify my taſte of all things. One ſees villas where nature reigns in a wild kind of ſimplicity; but then they have no appearance of art, no art at all.

Very true, rightly diſtinguiſh'd:—now mine is all art; no wild nature here; I did it all myſelf.

What, had you none of the great proficients in gardening to aſſiſt you?

Lackaday! no, —ha! ha! I did it all myſelf—I love my garden. The front of my houſe, Mr. Lovelace, is not that very pretty?

Elegant to a degree!

Don't you like the ſun-dial, plac'd juſt by my dining-room windows?

A perfect beauty!

I knew you'd like it—and the motto is ſo well adapted—Tempus edax, & index rorum. And I know the meaning of it—Time eateth and diſcovereth all things—ha! ha!—pretty, Mr. Lovelace!—I have ſeen people ſo ſtare at it as they paſs by—ha! ha!

Why now I don't believe there's a nobleman in the kingdom has ſuch a thing.

Oh no—they have got into a falſe taſte.—I bought that bit of ground, the ether ſide of the road—and it looks very pretty—I made a duck-pond there, for the lake of the proſpect.

Charmingly imagin'd!

My leaden images are well—

They exceed ancient ſtatuary.—

I love to be ſurpriz'd at the turn⯑ing of a walk with an inanimate figure, that looks you full in the face, and can ſay no⯑thing to you, while one is enjoying one's own thoughts—ha! ha!—Mr. Lovelace, I'll point out a beauty to you—Juſt by the haw-haw, at the end of my ground, there is a fine Dutch figure, with a ſcythe in his hand, and a pipe in his mouths—that's a jewel, Mr. Lovelace.—

That eſcap'd me: a thouſand thanks for pointing it out—I obſerve you have two very fine yew-trees before the houſe.

Lackaday, Sir! they look un⯑couth—I have a deſign about them—I in⯑tend [7]—ha! ha! it will, be very pretty, Mr. Lovelace—I intendto have them cut into the ſhape of the two giants at Guild-hall—ha! ha!

Exquiſite!—Why then they won't look like trees,—

Oh, no, no—not at all—I won't have any thing in my garden that looks like what it is—ha! ha!

Nobody underſtands theſe things like you, Mr. Drugget.

Lackaday! it's all my delight now—this is what I have been working for. I have a great improvement to make ſtill—I propoſe to have my evergreens cut into for⯑tifications! and then I ſhall have the Moro caſtle, and the Havanna; and then near it ſhall be ſhips of myrtle, failing upon ſeas of box to attack the town: won't that make my place look very rural, Mr. Lovelace?

Why you have the moſt fertile in⯑vention, Mr. Drugget.

Ha! ha! this is what I have been working for. I love my garden—but I muſt beg your pardon for a few moments—I muſt ſtep and ſpeak with a famous nurſery-man, who is come to offer me ſome choice things—Do go and join the company, Mr. Lovelace—my daughter Rackett and Sir Charles will be here preſently—I ſhan't go to bed till I ſee 'em—ha! ha! [8]—I did all this myſelf, Mr. Lovelace—this is what I have been working for—I fin'd for Sheriff to enjoy theſe things—ha! ha!

Poor Mr. Drugget! Mynheer Van Thundertentrunck, in his little box at the ſide of a dyke, has as much taſte and ele⯑gance.—However, if I can but carry off his daughter, if I can rob his garden of that flower—why then I ſhall ſay, "This is what I have been working for."

Do lend us your aſſiſtance, Mr. Lovelace—you're a ſweet gentleman, and love a good-natur'd action.

Why how now! what's the matter?

My maſter is going to cut the two yew-trees into the ſhape of two devils, I believe; and my poor miſtreſs is breaking her heart for it.—Do, run and adviſe him againſt it—ſhe is your friend, you know ſhe is, Sir.

Oh, if that's all—I'll make that matter eaſy directly.

My miſtreſs will be for ever oblig'd to you; and you'll marry her daughter in the morning.

Oh, my rhetoric ſhall diſſuade him.

And, Sir, put him againſt dealing with that nurſery-man; Mrs. Drugget hates him.

Does ſhe?

Mortally.

Say no more, the buſineſs is done.

If he ſays one word, old Drugget will never forgive him.—My brain was at it's laſt ſhift; but if this plot takes—So, here comes our Nancy.

Well, Dimity, what's to become of me?

My ſtars! what makes you up, Miſs?—I thought you were gone to bed!

What ſhould I go to bed for? only to tumble and toſs, and fret, and be uneaſy—they are going to marry me, and I am frighted out of my wits.

Why then you're the only young lady within fifty miles round, that would be frighten'd at ſuch a thing.

Ah! if they would let me chuſe for myſelf.

Don't you like Mr. Lovelace?

My mama does, but I don't; I don't mind his being a man of faſhion, not I.

And, pray, can you do better than follow the faſhion?

Ah! I know there's a faſhion for dreſſing the hair, and a faſhion for new [10]bonnets—but I never heard of a faſhion for the heart.

Why then, my dear, the heart moſtly follows the faſhion now.

Does it?—Pray who ſets the faſhion of the heart?

All the fine ladies in London, o'my conſcience.

And what's the laſt new faſhion, pray?

Why to marry any fop, that has a few deceitful agreeable appearances about him; ſomething of a pert phraſe, a good ope⯑rator for the teeth, and a tolerable taylor.

And do they marry without lov⯑ing?

Oh! marrying for love has been a great while out of faſhion.

Why then I'll wait till that faſhion comes up again.

And then, Mr. Lovelace, I reckon—

Pſhaw! I don't like him: he talks to me as if he was the moſt miſerable man in the world, and the confident thing looks ſo pleas'd with himſelf all the while.—I want to marry for love, and not for card-playing—I ſhould not be able to bear the life my ſiſter leads with Sir Charles Rackett—and I'll forfeit my new cap, if they don't quarrel ſoon.

I'll be ſworn they will—but what ſay you then to Mr. Woodley?

Ah!—I don't know what to ſay—but I can ſing ſomething that will explain, my mind.

My ſweeteſt angel! I have heard all, and my heart overflows with love and gratitude.

Ah! but I did not know you was liſtening. You ſhould not have betray'd me ſo, Dimity: I ſhall be angry with you.

Well, I'll take my chance for that.—Run both into my room, and ſay all your pretty things to one another there, for here comes the old gentleman—make haſte away.—

A forward preſuming coxcomb! Dimity, do you ſtep to Mrs. Drugget, and ſend her hither.

Yes, Sir;—It works upon him I ſee.—

The yew-trees ought not to be cut, becauſe they'll help to keep off the daſt, and I am too near the road already—a ſorry ignorant fop!—When I am in ſo fine a ſituation, and can ſee every carriage that goes by.—And then to abuſe the nurſery-man's rarities!—A finer ſucking pig in lavender, with ſage growing in his belly, was never ſeen!—And yet he wants me not to have it—But have it I will.— [13]There's a fine tree of knowledge too, with Adam and Eve in juniper; Eve's noſe not quite grown, but it's thought in the ſpring will be very forward—I'll have that too, with the ſerpent in ground-ivy—two poets in wormwood—I'll have them both. Ay; and there's a Lord Mayor's feaſt in honey⯑ſuckle; and the whole court of Aldermen in hornbeam: and three modern beaux in jeſſamine, ſomewhat ſtunted: they all ſhall be in my garden, with the Dragon of Wantley in box—all—all—I'll have 'em all, let my wife and Mr. Lovelace ſay what they will—

Did you ſend for me, lovey?

The yew-trees ſhall be cut into the giants of Guild-hall, whether you will or not.

Sure my own dear will do as he pleaſes.

And the pond, tho'you praiſe the green banks, ſhall be wall'd round, and I'll have a little fat boy in marble, ſpouting up water in the middle.

My ſweet, who hinders you?

Yes, and I'll buy the nurſery-man's whole catalogue—Do you think after retiring to live all the way here, almoſt [14]four miles from London, that I won't do as I pleaſe in my own garden?

My dear but why are you in ſuch a paſſion?

I'll have the lavender pig, and the Adam and Eve, and the Dragon of Wantley, and all of 'em—and there ſhan't be a more romantic ſpot on the London road then mine.

I'm ſure it's as pretty as hands can make it.

I did it all myſelf, and I'll do more—And Mr. Lovelace ſhan't have my daughter.—

No! what's the matter now, Mr. Drugget?

He ſhall learn better manners than to abuſe my houſe and gardens.—You put him in the head of it, but I'll diſappoint ye both—And ſo you may go and tell Mr. Lovelace that the match is quite off.

I can't comprehend all this not I—but I'll tell him ſo, if you pleaſe, my dear—I am willing to give myſelf pain, if it will give you pleaſure: muſt I give my⯑ſelf pain?—don't aſk me, pray don't.

I am reſolv'd, and it ſhall be ſo.

Let it be ſo then.

Oh! oh! cruel man! I ſhall break my heart if the match is broke off—if it is not con⯑cluded to-morrow, ſend for an undertaker, and bury me the next day.

How! I don't want that neither—

Oh! oh!—

I am your lord and matter, my dear, but not your executioner—Before George, it muſt never be ſaid that my wife died of too much compliance—Cheer up, my love—and this affair ſhall be ſettled as ſoon as Sir Charles and Lady Rackett arrive.

You bring me to life again—you know, my ſweet, what an happy couple Sir Charles and his Lady are—they have been married theſe ſix weeks, and have never had the leaſt difference—Why ſhould not we make our Nancy as happy?

Sir Charles and his Lady, Ma'am.

Oh! charming! I'm tranſ⯑ported with joy!—Where are they? I long to ſee 'em.

Well, Sir; the happy couple are arriv'd.

Yes, they do live happy, in⯑deed.

But how long will it laſt?

How long! don't forbode any ill, you jade—don't, I ſay—It will laſt during their lives, I hope.

Well, mark the end of it—Sir Charles, I know, is gay. and good-humour'd [16]—but he can't bear the leaſt contradiction, no, not in the mereſt triſle.

Hold your tongue—hold your tongue.

Yes, Sir; I have done;—and yet there is in the compoſition of Sir Charles a certain humour, which, like the flying gout, gives nodiſturbance to the family till it ſettles in the head—When once it fixes there, mercy on very body about him! but here he comes.

My dear Sir, I kiſs your hand—but why ſtand on ceremony? to find you up thus late, mortifies me beyond ex⯑preſſion.

'Tis but once in a way, Sir Charles.

My obligations to you are in⯑expreſſible; you have given me the moſt amiable of girls; our tempers accord like uniſons in muſic.

Ah! that's what makes me happy in my old days; my children and my gar⯑den are all my care.

And my friend Lovelace—he is to have our ſiſter Nancy, I find.

Why my wife is ſo minded.

Oh, by all means, let her be made happy—A very pretty fellow Lovelace [17]—And as to that Mr.—Woodley I think you call him—he is but a plain underbred, ill-faſhion'd ſort of a—Nobody knows him, he is not one of us—Oh, by all means marry her to one of us.

I believe it muſt be ſo—Would you take any refreſhment?

Nothing in nature—it is time to retire.

Well, well! good night then, Sir Charles—ha! here comes my daughter—good night, Sir Charles.

Bon repos!

My Lady Rackett, I'm glad to hear how happy you are,

I won't detain you now—there's your good man waiting for you—good night, my girl.

I muſt humour this old putt, in order to be remember'd in his will.

O la!—I'm quite fatigu'd—I can hardly move—why don't you help me, you barbarous man?

There; take my arm—"Was ever thing ſo pretty made to walk."

But I won't be laugh'd at—I don't love you.

Don't you?

No. Dear me! this glove! Why don't you help me off with my glove? pſhaw!—Yow aukward thing, let it alone; you an't fit to be about me, I might as well not be married for any uſe you are of—reach me a chair—You have no compaſſion, for me—I am ſo glad to ſit down—Why do you drag me to routs—You know I hate 'em?

Oh! there's no exiſting, no breathing, unleſs one does as other people of faſhion do.

But I'm out of humour, I loſt all my money.

How much?

Three hundred.

Never fret for that—I don't value three hundred pounds to contribute to your happineſs.

Don't you?—not value three hundred pounds to pleaſe me?

You know I don't.

Ah! you fond fool!—but I hate gaming—It almoſt metamorphoſes a woman into a fury—do you know that I was frighted at myſelf ſeveral times to-night—I had an huge oath at the very tip of my tongue.

Had ye?

I caught myſelf at it—and ſo I bit my lips—and then I was cramm'd up in a corner of the room with ſuch a ſtrange [19]party at a whiſt-table, looking at black and red ſpots—did you mind 'em?

You know I was buſy elſe where.

There was that ſtrange unac⯑countable woman, Mrs. Nightſhade—She behav'd ſo ſtrangely to her huſband, a poor; inoffenſive, good-natur'd, good ſort of a good for nothing kind of man, —but ſhe ſo teiz'd him—"How could you play that card? Ah, you've a head, and ſo has a pin—You're a numſcull, you know you are—Ma'am, he has the pooreſt head in the world, he does not know what he is about; you know you don't—Ah ſye!—I'm aſham'd of you!"

She has ſerv'd to divert you, I ſee.

And then to crown all—there was my Lady Clackit, who runs on with an eternal volubility of nothing, out of all ſeaſon, time, and place—In the very midſt of the game ſhe begins, "Lard, Ma'am, I was apprehenſive I ſhould not be able to wait on your La'ſhip—my poor little dog, Pompey—the ſweeteſt thing in the world, —a ſpade led!—there's the knave—I was fetching a walk, Me'm, the other morning in the Park—a fine froſty morning it was—I love froſty weather of all things—Let me look at the laſt trick—and ſo Me'm, little Pompey—And if your La'ſhip was to ſee the dear creature pinch'd with the froſt, and [20]mincing his ſteps along the Mall—with his pretty little innocent face—I vow I don't know what to play—And ſo, Me'm, while I was talking to Captain Flimſey—Your La'ſhip knows Captain Flimſey—Nothing but rubbiſh in my hand—I can't help it—And ſo, Me'm, five odious frights of dogs beſet my poor little Pompey—the dear creature has the heart of a lion, but who can reſiſt five at once—And ſo Pompey barked for aſſiſtance—the hurt he receiv'd was upon his cheſt—the doctor would not adviſe him to venture out till the wound is heal'd, for fear of an inflammation—Pray what's trumps?"

My dear, you'd make a moſt excellent actreſs.

Well, now let's go to bed—but Sir Charles, how ſhockingly you play'd that laſt rubber, when I ſtood looking over you!

My love, I play'd the truth of the same.

No, indeed, my dear, you play'd it wrong.

Po! nonſenſe! you don't un⯑derſtand it.

I beg your pardon, I am allow'd to play better then you.

All conceit, my dear, I was perfectly right.

No ſuch thing, Sir Charles, the diamond was the play.

Po! po! ridiculous! the club was the card againſt the world.

Oh, no, no, no, I ſay it was the diamond.

Zounds! Madam, I ſay it was the club.

What do you fly into ſuch a paſſion for?

'Sdeath and fury, do you think I don't know what I'm about? I tell you once more the club was the judgment of it.

May be ſo—have it your own way

Vexation! you're the ſtrangeſt woman that ever liv'd, there's no converſ⯑ing with you—Look'ye here, my Lady Rackett—it's the cleareſt caſe in the world, I'll make it plain in a moment.

Well, Sir! ha! ha! ha!

I had four cards left—a trump was led—they were ſix—no, no, no, they were ſeven, and we nine—then you know—the beauty of the play was to—

Well, now it's amazing to me, that you can't ſee it—give me leave, Sir Charles—your left hand adverſary had led his laſt trump—and he had before fineſs'd the club, and rough'd the diamond—now if you had put on your diamond—

Zoons! Madam, but we play'd for the odd trick.

And ſure the play for the odd trick—

Death and fury! can't you hear me?

Go on, Sir.

Zoons, hear me I ſay—will you hear me?

I never heard the like in my life;

Why then you are enough to provoke the patience of a Stoic—(Looks at her, and ſhe walks about, and laughs uneaſily.) Very well, Madam;—You know no more of the game than a hobby-horſe—no more than my coachman.

Ha! ha!—

You're a vile woman, and I'll not ſleep another night under one roof with you.

As you pleaſe, Sir.

Madam it ſhall be as I pleaſe—I'll order my chariot this moment—

I know how the cards ſhould be play'd as well as any man in England, that let me tell you—

—And when your family were ſtanding behind counters, meaſuring out tape, and bartering for Whitechapel needles, my anceſtors, my anceſtors, Madam, were ſquandering away [23]whole eſtates at cards; whold eſtates, my Lady Rackett—

—Why then, by all that's dear to me, I'll never exchange another word with you, good, bad, or indifferent—Look'ye, my Lady Rackett—thus it ſtood—the trump being led, it was then my buſineſs—

To ſineſſe the club.

Damn it, I have done with you for ever, and ſo you may tell your father.

What a paſſion the gentleman's in! ha! ha!

, I promiſe him, I'll not give up my judgment.

My Lady Rackett, look'ye, Ma'am—once more out of pure good-nature—

Sir, I am convinc'd of your good⯑nature.

That, and that only prevails with me to tell you, the club was the play.

Well, be it ſo—I have no ob⯑jection.

It's the cleareſt point in the world—we were niney and—

And for that very reaſoh:—you know the club was the beſt in the houſe.

There is no ſuch thing as talking to you—You're a baſe woman—I'll part from you for ever; you may live here with [24]your father, and admire his fantaſtical ever⯑greens, till you grow as fantaſtical yourſelf—I'll ſet out for London this inſtant—

The club was not the beſt in the houſe.

How calm you are! Well!—I'll go to bed;—will you come?—you had better—come then—you ſhall come to bed—not come to bed when I aſk you?—Poor Sir Charles!

That eaſe is provoking.

—I tell you the diamond was the play, and I here take my final leave of you—

I am reſolv'd upon it, and I know the club was not the beſt in the houſe.

ACT II.

HA! ha! ha! oh! heavens! I ſhall ex⯑pire in a fit of laughing—This is the modiſh couple that were ſo happy—ſuch a quarrel as they have had—the whole houſe is in an uproar—ha! ha! A rare proof of the happiness they enjoy in high life. I ſhall [25]never hear people of faſhion mention'd again, but I ſhall be ready to die in a fit of laughter—ho! ho! ho!

Hey! how! what's the matter, Di⯑mity—What am I call'd down ſtairs for?

Why there's two people of faſhion—

Why you ſaucy minx!—Explain this moment.

The fond couple have been to⯑gether by the ears this half hour—are you ſatisfied now?—

Ay!—what have they quarrell'd—what was it about?

Something above my comprehen⯑ſion and your's too, I believe—People in high life underſtand their own forms beſt—And here comes one that can unriddle the whole affair.

I ſay, let the horſes be put-to this moment—So, Mr. Drugget.

Sir Charles, here's a terrible buſtle—I did not expect this—what ean be the matter?

I have been us'd by your daughter, in ſo baſe, ſo contemptuous a manner, that I am determin'd not to ſtay in this houſe to-night.

This is a thunder-bolt to me! after ſeeing how elegantly and faſhionably you liv'd together, to find new all ſunſhine vaniſh'd—Do, Sir Charles, let me heal this breach, if poſſible.

Sir, 'tis impoſſible—I'll not live with her a day longer.

Nay, nay, don't be over haſty, —let me intreat you, go to bed and ſleep upon it—in the morning when you're cool—

Oh, Sir, I am very cool, I aſſure—ha! ha!—it is not in her power, Sir, to—to—a—a—to diſturb the ſerenity of my temper—Don't imagine that I'm in apaſſion—I'm not ſo eaſily ruffled as you may ima⯑gine—But quietly and deliberately. I can reſent ill uſage—I can repay the injuries done me by a falſe, ungrateful, deceitful wife, with the ſeverity, and at the ſame time with the compoſure of an old judge, harden'd in his office—That man, am, I, Sir.

The injuries done you by a trea⯑cherous wife!—my daughter I hope—

Her character is now fully known to me—ſhe's a vile woman! that's all I have to ſay, Sir.

Hey! how!—a vile woman—what has ſhe done—I hope ſhe is not capable—

I ſhall enter into no detail, Mr. Drugget, the time and circumſtances won't allow it at preſent—But depend upon it I have done with her—a low, unpoliſh'd, un⯑educated, falſe, impoſing—See if the horſes are put-to.

Mercy on me! in my old days to hear this.

Deliver me! I am all over in ſuch a tremble—Sir Charles, I ſhall break my heart if there's any thing amiſs.

Madam, I am very ſorry for your ſake—but there is no poſſibility of living with her.

My poor dear girl! What can ſhe have done?

What all her ſex can do, the very ſpirit of them all.

Ay! ay! ay!—She's bringing ſoul diſgrace upon us—This comes of her mar⯑rying a man of faſhion.

Faihion, Sir!—That ſhould have inſtructed her better—She might have been ſenſible of her happineſs—Whatever you may think of the fortune you gave her, my rank in life, claims reſpect—claims obe⯑dience, [28]attention, truth, and love, from one raiſed in the world as ſhe has been by an alliance with me.

And let me tell you, however you may eſtimate your quality, my daughter is dear to me.

And, Sir, my character is dear to me.

Yet you muſt give me leave to tell you—

I won't hear a word.

Not in behalf of my own daughter?

Nothing can excuſe her—'tis to no purpoſe—She has married above her; and if that circumſtance makes the Lady forget herſelf, ſhe at leaſt ſhall ſee that I can and will ſupport my own dignity.

But, Sir, I have a right to aſk—

Patience, my dear, be a little calm.

Mrs. Drugget, do you have pa⯑tience, I muſt and will enquire.

Don't be ſo haſty, my love; have ſome reſpect for Sir Charles's rank; don't be violent with a man of his faſhion.

Hold your tongue, woman, I ſay—you're not a perſon of faſhion at leaſt—My daughter was ever a good girl.

I have found her out.

Oh! then it's all over—and it does not ſignify arguing about it.

That ever I ſhould live to ſee this hour!

I know her thoroughly—and there is no ſuch thing as being connected with her a moment longer.

How the unfortunate girl could take ſuch wickedneſs in her head, I can't imagine—I'll go and ſpeak to the un⯑happy creature this moment.

She ſtands detected now—de⯑tected in her trueſt colours.

Well, grievous as it may be, let me hear the circumſtances of this unhappy buſineſs.

Mr. Drugget, I have not leiſure now—but her behaviour has been ſo exaſ⯑perating, that I ſhall make the beſt of my way to town—My mind is fixed—She ſees me no more, and ſo, your ſervant, Sir.

What a calamity has here befallen us! as good a girl, and as well diſpos'd till the evil communication of high life, and faſhionable vices, turn'd her to folly.

Joy! joy! Mr. Drugget, I give you joy.

Don't inſult me, Sir—I deſire you won't.

Inſult you, Sir!—is there any thing inſulting, my dear Sir, if I take the liberty to congratulate you on—

There! there!—the manners of high life for you—He thinks there's no⯑thing in all this—the ill behaviour of a wife he thinks an ornament to her character—Mr. Lovelace, you ſhall have no daughter of mine.

My dear Sir, never bear malice—I have reconſider'd the thing, and curſe catch me if I don't think your notion of the Gulid-hall giants, and the court of Alder⯑men in hornbeam—

Well! well! well! there may be people of the court end of the town in hornbeam too.

Yes, faith, ſo there may—and I believe I could recommend you a tolerable collection—however, with your daughter I am ready to venture.

But I am not ready—I'll not ven⯑ture my girl with you—no more daughters of mine ſhall have their minds deprav'd by polite vices.

Mr. Woodley—you ſhall have Nancy to your wife, as I promis'd you—take her to⯑morrow morning.

Sir, I have not words to expreſs—

What the devil is the matter with the old haberdaſher now?

And hark ye, Mr. Woodley—I'll make you a preſent for your garden, of a coronation dinner in greens, with the cham⯑pion riding on horſeback, and the ſword will be full grown before April next.

I ſhall receive it, Sir, as your favour.

Ay, ay! I ſee my error in want⯑ing an alliance with great folks—I had ra⯑ther have you, Mr.Woodley, for my ſon-in-law, than any courtly fop of 'em all. Is this man gone!—Is Sir Charles Rackett gone?

Not yet;—he makes a bawling yonder for his horſes—I'll ſtep and call him to you.

I am out of all patience—I am out of my ſenſes, —I muſt ſee him once more—Mr. Lovelace, you nor no perſon of faſhion, ſhall ruin another daughter of mine.

Droll this!—damn'd droll! And every ſyllable of it Arabic to me—the queer old putt is as whimſical in his notions of life as of gardening. If this be the caſe—I'll bruſh, and leave him to his exotics.

A cruel barbarous man! to quarrel in this unaccountable manner; to alarm the whole houſe, and expoſe me and himſelf too.

Oh! child! I never thought it would have come to this—your ſhame won't end here; it will be all over St. James's pariſh by to-morrow morning.

Well, if it muſt be ſo, there's one comfort, the ſtory will tell more to his diſgrace than mine.

As I'm a ſinner, and ſo it will, Madam. He deſerves what he has met with, I think.

Dimity, don't you encourage her—No, no, no, my dear child, the dis⯑grace will be all your own.

Will it?—I am ſure I ſhan't bluſh for any thing that has paſt—I know a little more of the world than that comes to.

You ſhock me to hear you ſpeak ſo—I did not think you had been ſo harden'd.

Harden'd do you call it?—I have Iiv'd in the world to very little purpoſe, if ſuch trifles as theſe are to diſturb my reſt.

You wicked girl!—Do you call it a trifle to be guilty of falſhood to your huſ⯑band's bed?

How!—

That! that's a mere trifle indeed—I have been in as good places as any body, and not a creature minds it now, I'm ſure.

My Lady Rackett, my Lady Rackett, I never could think to ſee you come to this deplorable ſhame.

Surely the baſe man has not been capable of laying any thing of that ſort to my charge—

All this is unaccount⯑able to me—hai ha!—'tis ridiculous be⯑yond meaſure.

That's right, Madam:—Laugh at it—you ſerv'd him right.

Charlotte! Charlotte! 'm aſtoniſh'd at your wickedneſs.

Well, I proteſt and vow I don't comprehend all this—has Sir Charles ac⯑cus'd me?

Oh! too true he has—he has found you out, and you have behav'd baſely he ſays.

Madam!

You have fallen into frailty like many others of your ſex, he ſays, and he is reſolv'd to come to a ſeparation directly.

Why then if he is ſo baſe a wretch as to diſhonour me in that manner, his heart ſhall ake before I live with him again.

Hold to that, Ma'am, and let his head ake into the bargain.

Oh! what ſhall I do? it is all too true I find.

True!—'tis falſe as ſcandal, and the vileſt calumny that ever was invented.

Po! never go to deny it—own it Ma'am.

Stand away;—don't talk to me—Sir Charles! Sir Charles!—Pray, Madam, let Mr. Woodley have my ſiſter—I am unfortunate ever to have ſeen ſo vile a ſlan⯑derer—is it poſſible that he could have talked thus meanly of me?

Your poor father heard it as well as me.

Then let your doors be open'd for him this very moment—let him return to London—if he does not, I'll lock myſelf up, and the falſe one ſhan't approach me, tho' he beg on his knees at my very door—a baſe injurous man!

Dimity, do let us follow, and hear what ſhe has to ſay for herſelf.

She has excuſe enough I warrant her—What a noiſe is here indeed!—I have liv'd in polite families, where there was no ſuch baſtie made about nothing.

Tis in vain Sir, my reſolution is taken—

Well, but conſider, I am her fa⯑ther, —indulge me only till we hear what the girl has to ſay in her defence.

She can have nothing to ſay—no excuſe can palliate ſuch behaviour.

Don't be too poſitive—there may be ſome miſtake.

No miſtake—did not I ſee her, hear her myſelf?

Lackaday! I am an unfortunate man!

She will be unfortunate too—with all my heart—She may thank herſelf—She might have been happy had ſhe been ſo diſpos'd.

Why truly, I think ſhe might.

I wiſh you'd moderate your an⯑ger a little—and let us talk over this affair with temper—my daughter denies every tittle of your charge.

Denies it! denies it!

She does indeed.

And that aggravates her fault.

She vows you never found her out in any thing that was wrong.

So! She does not allow it to be wrong then!—Madam, I tell you again, I know her thoroughly, I ſay I have found her out, and I am now acquainted with her character.

Then ycu are in oppoſite ſtories—She ſwears, my dear Mr. Drugget, the poor girl ſwears ſhe never was guilty of the ſmalleſt infidelity to her huſband's bed in her born days.

And what then?—What if ſhe does ſay ſo!

And if ſhe ſays truly, it is hard her character ſhould be blown upon with⯑out juſt cauſe.

And is ſhe therefore to behave ill in other reſpects? I never charg'd her with infidelity to me, Madam—there I allow her innocent.

And did not you charge her then?

No, Sir, 1 never dreamt of ſuch a thing.

Why then, if ſhe's innocent, let me tell you, you're a ſcandalous perſon.

Prithee, my dear—

Be quiet—tho' he is a man of quality, I will tell him of it—did not I fine for ſheriff?—yes, you are a ſcandalous perſon to defame an honeſt man's daughter.

What have you taken into your head now?

You charg'd her with falſhood to your bed.

No—never—never.

But I ſay you did—you call'd yourſelf a cuckold—did not he, wife?

Yes, Lovey, I'm witneſs.

Po! po! po! no ſuch thing—

But I aver you did—

You did indeed, Sir—

But I tell you no—poſitively, no.

And I ſay yes—poſitively yes—

'Sdeath, this is all madneſs—

You ſaid you had found her out in the very fact—

Mr. Drugget—give me leave, Sir—

That ſhe follow'd the ways of moſt of her ſex—

I ſaid ſo—and what then?

There he owns it—owns that he call'd himſelf a cuckold—and without rhyme or reaſon into the bargain—

I never own'd any ſuch thing—

You own'd it even now—now—now—now—

What do you think it was all about—ha! ha!—the whole ſecret is come out, ha! ha!—It was all about a game of cards—ha! ha!—

A game of cards!—

Dim.

It was all about a club and a diamond

And was that all, Sir Charles?

And enough too, Sir—

And was that what you found her out in?

I can't bear to be contradicted, when I'm clear that I'm in the right.

Oh!—I underſtand the affair now—this was only one of thoſe polite dis⯑putes, which people of quality, who have nothing elſe to differ about, muſt always be liable to.

I never heard of ſuch a heap of nonſenſe in all my life—Woodley ſhall marry Nancy.

Don't be in a hurry, my love, this will be all made up.

Why does not he go and aſk her pardon then?

I beg her pardon! I won't de⯑baſe myſelf to any of you—I ſhan't forgive her, you may reſt aſſur'd—

Now there—there's a pretty fellow for you—

I'll ſtep and prevail on my Lady Rackett to ſpeak to him—then all will be well.

A ridiculous fop! I'm glad it's no worſe however.

So Nancy—you ſeem in confuſion, my girl!

How can one help it?—With all this noiſe in the houſe, and you're going to [39]marry me as ill as my ſiſter—I hate Mr. Lovelace.

Why ſo child?

I know theſe people of quality deſ⯑piſe us all out of pride, and would be glad to marry us out of avarice.

The girl's right.

They marry one woman, live with another, and love only themſelves.

And then quarrel about a card.

I don't want to be a gay lady—I want to be happy.

And ſo you ſhall—don't fright yourſelf, child—ſtep to your ſiſter, bid her make herſelf eaſy—go, and comfort her, go—

Yes, Sir.

I'll ſtep and ſettle the matter with Mr. Woodley this moment.

Never was any thing like her be⯑haviour—I can pick out the very cards I had in my hand, and then 'tis as plain as the ſun—there—now—there—no—damn it—no—there it was—now let's ſee—They had four by honours—and we play'd for the odd trick—damnation! honours were divided—ay!—honours were divided—and then a trump was led—and the other ſide had the—confuſion!—this prepoſterous woman has [40]put it all out of my head

Mighty well, Madam; I have done with you.

Come, Sir Charles, let me prevail—come with me and ſpeak to her.

I don't deſire to ſee her face.

If you were to ſee her all bath'd in tears, I am ſure it would melt your very heart.

Madam, it ſhall be my fault if ever I'm ſo treated again—I'll have nothing to ſay to her

does ſhe give up the point?

She does, ſhe agrees to an thing.

Does ſhe allow that the club was the play?

Juſt as you pleaſe—She's all ſubmiſſion.

Then I'll ſtep and ſpeak to her—I never was clearer in any thing in my life.

Lord love 'em, they'll make it up now—and then they'll be as happy as ever.

Well! they may talk what they will of taſte, and genteel life—I don't think it's natural—give me Mr. Woodley—La! there's that odious thing coming this way.

My charming little innocent, I have not ſeen you theſe three hours.

I have been very happy theſe three hours.

My ſweet angel, you ſeem diſcon⯑certed—And you neglect your pretty figure—no matter for the preſent; in a little time I ſhall make you appear as graceful and gen⯑teel as your ſiſter.

That is not what employs my thoughts, Sir.

Ay, but my pretty little dear, that, ſhou'd engage your attention—to ſet off and adorn the charms that nature has given you, ſhould be the buſineſs of your life.

Ah! but I have learnt a new ſong that contradicts what you ſay, and tho' I am not in a very good humour for ſinging, yet you ſhall hear it.

By all means;—dont check your fancy—I am all attention.

It expreſſes my ſentiments, and when you have heard them you won't teize me any more.

I muſt have her notwithſtanding this—for tho' I am not in love, yet I'm in debt.

So, Mr. Lovelace! any news from above-ſtairs? Is this abſurd quarrel at an end—have they made it up?

Oh! a mere bagatelle, Sir—theſe little fracas among the better ſort of people never left long—elegant trifles cauſe elegant diſputes, and we come together elegantly again—as you ſee—for here they come, in perfect good humour.

Mr. Drugget, I embrace you, Sir; you ſee me now in the moſt perfect harmony of ſpirits.

What, all reconcil'd again?

All made up, Sir—I knew how to bring the gentleman to—this is the firſt difference, I think we ever had, Sir Charles.—

And I'll be ſworn it ſhall be the laſt.

I am at eaſe again—Sir Charles, I can ſpare you an image to put on the top of your houſe in London.

Infinitely oblig'd to you.

My dear, they are as happy now as two intriguing ducks in our pond yonder—You'll give Nancy, to Mr. Love⯑lace?

Oh, to be ſure, my friend Love⯑lace muſt be the man.

And then my ſiſter and I ſhall be near neighbours, and we ſhall ſo rival each other in the beau monde.

Well! well! I believe it muſt be ſo—we'll talk of theſe matters in the morn⯑ing—It's time to retire now—I am glad to ſee you happy again—and now I'll wiſh you a good night, Sir Charles—Mr. Lovelace, [44]this is your way—fare ye well both—I am glad your quarrels are at an end—This way, Mr. Lovelace—come, come my dear—come, we'll go and take care of one another.

Ah! your a ſad man, Sir Charles, to behave to me as you have done—

My dear, I grant it—and ſuch an abſurd quarrel too—ha! ha!

Yes—ha! ha!—about ſuch a trifle—

It's pleaſant how we could both fall into ſuch an error—ha! ha!—

Ridiculous beyond expreſſion, —ha! ha!

And then the miſtake your father and mother fell into—ha! ha!

That too is a diverting part of the ſtory—ha! ha! but Sir Charier, muſt I I ſtay and live with my father till I grow as fantaſtical as his own evergreens?

No, no, prithee—don't remind me of my folly.

Ah! my relations were all ſtanding behind counters ſelling White⯑chapel needles, while your family were ſpending great eſtates.

Nay, nay, ſpare my bluſhes.

How could you ſay ſo low a thing?—I don't love you.

It was indelicate I grant it.

Am I a vile woman?

How can you, my angel?

I ſhan't forgive you!—I'll have you on your knees for this.

—("Go, naughty man")—Ah! Sir Charles—

The reſt of my life ſhall aim at convincing you how ſincerely I love—

"Go, naughty man, I can't abide you"—Well! come let us go to reſt

Ah, Sir Charles!—now it's all over, the diamond was the play—

Oh no, no, no, —my dear! ha! ha!—It was the club indeed—

Indeed, my love, you're miſ⯑taken—

Oh, no, no, no,—

But I ſay, yes, yes, yes—

Pſhaw, no ſuch thing—ha! ha!—

'Tis ſo, indeed—ha! ha!—

No—no—no—you'll make me die with laughing—

Ay, and you make me laugh too—ha! ha!

Your honour's cap and ſlippers—

Ay, give me my night cap—and here, take theſc ſhoes off

Indeed my [46]Lady Rackett, you make me ready to expire with laughing—ba! ha!—

You may laugh—but I'm right notwithſtanding—

How can you ſay ſo?

How can you ſay otherwiſe?

Well now mind me, my Lady Rackett—We can now talk of this matter in good humour—

So we can—and it's for that reaſon I venture to ſpeak to you—are theſe the ruffles I bought for you?

They are, my dear.

They are very pretty—but in⯑deed you play'd the card wrong—

Po, there is nothing ſo clear—if you will but hear me—only hear me—

Ah!—but do you hear me—the thing was thus—your club being the beſt in the houſe—

How can you talk ſo!—

See there now—

Now ſee—this was the affair—

Pſhaw! fiddleſtick! hear me firſt.

Po—no—damn it—let me ſpeak—

Well, to be ſure you're a ſtrange man—

Plague and torture!—there is no ſuch thing as converſing with you—

Very well, Sir—fly out again—

Look here now—here's a pack of cards—now you ſhall be convinc'd—

You may talk till to-morrow, I know I'm right

Why then by all that's perverſe, you are the moſt headſtrong—Can't you look here now—here are the very cards—

Go on; you'll find it out at laſt—

Damn it! will you let a man ſhew you! Po! it's all nonſenſe—I'll talk no more about it—

Come, we'll go to bed

Now only ſtay a moment—

—Now, mind me—ſee here—

No, it does not ſignify—your head will be clearer in the morning—I'll go to bed—

Stay a moment, can't ye—

No—my head begins to ake—

Why then damn the cards—there—there—

and there, and there—you may go to bed by yourſelf—and confuſion ſeize me, If I live a moment longer with you—

Did you call, Sir?

No—never—never—Madam—

—What, at it again!

Take your own way, Sir—

Now then I tell you once more you are a vile woman.

Law! Sir—This is charming!—I'll run and tell the old couple.

—You are the moſt perverſe obſtinate, nonſenſical—

Ha! ha! don't make me laugh again, Sir Charles—

Hell and the devil—will you ſit down quietly and let me convince you—

I don't chuſe to hear any more about it—

Why then, I believe you are poſſeſs'd—it is in vain to talk ſenſe and reaſon to you—

Thank you for your compli⯑ment, Sir—ſuch a man

I never knew the like—

I promiſe you, you ſhall repent of this uſage—before you have a moment of my company again—it ſhan't be in a hurry you may depend, Madam—Now ſee here—I can prove it to a demonſtration

Lookye there again now—you have the moſt perverſe and peeviſh temper—I wiſh I had never ſeen your face—I wiſh I was a thouſand miles off from you—ſit down but one moment—

I'm diſpos'd to walk about, Sir—

Why then may I periſh if ever—a blockhead—an ideot I was to marry

ſuch a provoking—imper⯑tinent—

—Damnation!—I am ſo clear in the thing—She is not worth my notice—

I'll take no more pains about it—

Is not it very ſtrange, that you won't hear me?

Sir I am very ready to hear you—

Very well then—very well—you remember how the game ſtood—I'll write it down and ſend it to Arthur's; and if the beſt judges there—

I wiſh you'd untie my necklace, it hurts me—

Why can't you liſten?—

I tell you it hurts me terribly—

Death and confuſion!—there is no bearing this—farewell—

What's here to do now?

Never was ſuch a man born—I did not ſay a word to the gentleman—and yet he has been raving about the room like a madman.

And about a club again, I ſup⯑poſe, [50]come hither, Nancy; Mr. Woodley, ſhe is yours for life—

My dear, how can you he ſo—

It ſhall be ſo—take her for life, Mr. Woodley.

My whole life ſhall be devoted to her happineſs—

The devil! and ſo I am to be left in the lurch in this manner, am I?

Oh! my dear Sir, this is no⯑thing—I have a lure to bring the gentleman back again—

Never tell me—it's too late now—Mr. Woodley, I recommend my girl to your care—I ſhall have nothing now to think of, but my greens, and my images, and my ſhrubbery—tho', mercy on all married folks, ſay I!—for theſe wranglings are, I am afraid, What we muſt All come to.