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a good-for-nothing kind of man.-But she so teized him -"How could you play that card ? Ah, you've a head! and so has a pin-You're a numskull, you know you are -Ma'am, he has the poorest head in the world: he does not know what he is about : you know


don't-Ah fie ! I'm ashamed of you !"

Sir G. She has served to divert you, I see.

Lady R. 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 the begins Lard, Ma'am, I was apprehensive I should not be able to wait on your Ladyship--my poor little dog, Pompey,--the sweetest thing in the world !--a spade ied !--there's the knaveI was fetching a walk, Me’m, the other morning in the Park—a fine frotty morning it was—I love frosty weather of all things-let me look at the last trick-and fo, Me'm, Įittle Pompey--and if your Ladyship was to see the dear creature pinched with the frost, and mincing his steps along the Mall with his pretty little innocent face-I vow I don't know what to play–And fo, Me'm, while I was talking to Captain Flimsey—your Ladyship knows Captain Flimsey-Nothing but rubbish in my hand!- I can't help it--And fo, Me'm, five odious frights of dogs beset my poor little Pompey—the dear creature has the heart of a lion ; but who can relilt five at once ? And so Pompey barked for aslistance-the hurt he received was upon his chest-the doctor would not advise him to venture out till the wound is healed, for fear of an inflammation-Pray, what's trumps ?”

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

Lady R. Well, now, let's go to reit--but Sir Charles, how shockingly you played that last rubber, when I stood looking over you!

Sir C. My love, I played the truth of the game. Lady R. No, indeed, my dear, you played it wrong. Sir G. Po! nonsense ! you don't underttand it.

Lady R. I beg your pardon, I'm allowed to play becter than you.

Sir C. All conceit, my dear; I was perfectly right.

Lady R. No such thing, Sir Charles; the diamond was the play: Ee/2

Sir C.

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

Lady R. Oh ! no, no, no ; I say it was the diamond.
Sir C. Madam, I say it was the club.
Lady R. What do you fly into such a passion for?

Sir G. Death 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.

Lady. R. May be fo@have it your own way.

Sir C. Vexation ! you're the strangest woman that ever lived; there's no converfing with you-Look’ye here, My Lady Racket-'tis the cleareft case in the world, I'll make it plain in a moment.

Lady R. Well, Sir Sha, ha, ha!

Sir C. I had four cards left-a trump had led they were six- -no, no, no, they were seven, and we ninethen, you know the beauty of the play was

Lady R. Well, now, 'tis 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 finessed the club and roughed the diamond-now if you had put on your diamond

Sir C. But, Madam, we played for the odd trick.
Lady R. And sure the play for the odd trick-
Sir C. Death and fury ! can't


Lady R. Go on, Sir.
Sir C. Hear me, I say.- Will you hear me?
Lady R. I never heard the like in my life.

Sir C. Why then you are enough to provoke the patience of a Stoic.- Very well, Madam !--You know no more of the game than your father's leaden Hercules on the top of the house. You know no more of whist than he does of gardening.

Lady R. Ha, ha, ha!

Sir C. You're a vile woman, and I'll not sleep another night under one roof with you. Lady R. As you please, Sir.

Sir C. Madam, it shall be as'I please'll order my chariot this moment~[Going.) I know how the cards should be played as well as any man in England, that let me tell you~[Going. )-And when your family were


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standing behind counters, measuring out tape, and bartering for Whitechapel needles, my ancestors, my ancestors, Madam, were squandering away whole estates at cards; whole eftates, my Lady Racket-- [She hums a tune.]-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 Racket-thus it stood-the trump being led, it was then my business

Lady R. To play the diamond, to be sure.

Sir G. I have done with you for ever; and so you may tell your father.

[Exit. Lady R. What a passion the gentleman is in ! ha, ha! I promise him I'll not give up my judgment.

Re-enter Sir Charles. Sir G. My Lady Racketlook ye, Ma'am once more, out of pure good-nature

Lady R. Sir, I am convinced of your good-nature.

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

Lady R. Well, be it for I have no objection.

Sir. G. 'Tis the clearest point in the worldowe were cine, and

Lady R. And, for that very reason, you know the club was the best in the house.

Sir C. There's no such thing as talking to your You're a base woman-I'll part

for ever--your may live here with your father, and admire liis fantastical evergreens till you grow as fantastical yourself-l'Il fer out for London this inftant- - Stops at the door.] The club was not the best in the house.

Lady R. How calm you are ! Well I'll go will you come!-You had better- -Poor Sir Charles !

[Looks and laughs, then exit. Sir G. That ease is provoking. [Croffes to the opposite door where Me, went out.]—I tell you the diamond was not the play; and here I take my final leave of you[Walks fast as he can.] I am resolved upon it ; and I know the club was not the best in the house..

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VIII. Brutus and Cafius. Gaf. THAT you have wrong’dme, doth appear in this:

You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella For taking bribes here of the Sardians ; Wherein my let:er (praying on his fide Becaule I knew the man) was slighted of.

Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a cafe.

Caf. In such a time as this, it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear its comment.

Bru. Yet let me tell you, Caffius, you yourself
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm
To sell and mart your offices for gold
To undefervers.

Caf. I an itching palm !
You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, by the gods, this fpeech were else your last.

Brú. The name of Caffius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.

Caf. Chaftisement !

Bru. Remember March, the Ides of Marchremember.
Did not great Julius bleed for justice fake?
What ! shall one of us,
That struck the foremost man of all this world,
But for supporting robbers ; shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with bafe bribes ?
And sell the mighty space of our large honours
For so much tralh as may be grasped thus ?-
I had rather be a dog and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

Gaf. Brutus bay not me :
I'll not endure it. You' forget yourself,
To hedge me in: I am a soldier
Older in practice, abler than yourself,
To make conditions.

Bru. Go to ; you are not Caffius.
Caf. I am.
Bru. I say, you are not.

Caf. Urge me no more; I shall forget myself:
Have mind upon your health : tempt me no farther.

Bru. Away, slight man !
Gaf. Is't poffible ?


Brm. Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman ftares ?

Gaf. Must I endure all this !
Bru. All this ! ay, more.

Fret till your proud heart
Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Muft i budge?
Must Hobserve you ? mult I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour ?
You Thall digeft the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you : for, from this day forthi,
I'll ule you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are walpith.

Caf. Is it come to this?

Bru. You say, you are a better foldier :
Let it appear so ; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well. For mine own part,
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

Caf. You wrong me everyway-you wrong me,Brutus:
I said an elder foldier, not a better.
Did I say better?

Bru. If you did I care not.
Caf. When Cæfar liv'd, he durst not thus have mov'd-

Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him.
Gal. I durit not!
Bru. No.
Caf. What! durft not tempt him?
Brø. For


durft not.
Gas. Do not presume too much upon my love ;

do that I shall be sorry for.
Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for.
There is no terrour, Cassius, in your threats ;
For I am armid so strong in honefty,
That they pass by me as the idle wind
Which I respect not.

I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;
For I can raise no money by vile means :
I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash,

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