a good-for-nothing kind of man.-But fhe fo teized him "How could you play that card? Ah, you've a head! and fo has a pin-You're a numfkull, you know you are -Ma'am, he has the poorelt head in the world: he does not know what he is about: you know you don't—Ah fie! I'm afhamed of you יין Sir G. She has ferved to divert you, I fee. Lady R. And then, to crown all- -there was my Lady Clackit, who runs on with an eternal volubility of nothing, out of all feafon, time, and place--In the very midft of the game the begins Lard, Ma'am, I was apprehenfive I fhould not be able to wait on your Lady hip--my poor little dog, Pompey,-the fweetest thing in the world! -a fpade led?-there's the knave 1 was fetching a walk, Me'm, the other morning in the Park-a fine frofty morning it was-I love frofly weather of all things-let me look at the laft trick-and fo, Me'm, little Pompey--and if your Ladyfhip was to fee the dear creature pinched with the froft, and mincing his fteps along the Mall-with his pretty little innocent face-I vow I don't know what to play-And fo, Meʼm, while I was talking to Captain Flimfey-your Ladyfhip knows Captain Flimfey-Nothing but rubbish in my hand!I can't help it--And fo, Me'm, five odious frights. of dogs befet my poor little Pompey-the dear creature has the heart of a lion; but who can refift five at once? -And fo Pompey barked for affistance-the hurt he received was upon his cheft-the doctor would not advise him to venture out till the wound is healed, for fear of an inflammation-Pray, what's trumps?" Sir C. My dear, you'd make a most excellent actress. Lady R. Well, now, let's go to reft-but Sir Charles, how fhockingly 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 C. Po! nonfenfe! you don't understand it. Lady R. I beg your pardon, I'm allowed to play better than you. Sir G. All conceit, my dear; I was perfectly right. Lady R. No fuch thing, Sir Charles; the diamond was the play. Ee/2 Sir G. Sir C. Po! po! ridiculous! the club was the card against the world. Lady R. Oh no, no, no; I fay it was the diamond. Sir C. Madam, I fay it was the club. Lady_R. What do you fly into fuch a paffion for? Sir C. 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 G. Vexation! you're the ftrangeft woman that ever lived; there's no converfing with you-Look'ye here, My Lady Racket-'tis the cleareft cafe in the world, I'll make it plain in a moment. Lady R. Well, Sir !-ha, ha, ha! Sir C. I had four cards left-a trump had led— they were fix-no, no, no, they were feven, and we ninethen, you know the beauty of the play was to Lady R. Well, now, 'tis amazing to me, that you can't fee it-Give me leave, Sir Charles-your left-hand adverfary had led his laft trump-and he had before fineffed the club and roughed the diamond-now if you had put on your diamond Sir C. But, Madam, we played for the odd trick. Sir C. Hear me, I say. -Will you hear me? Lady R. I never heard the like in my life. Sir G. 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 houfe-You know no more of whift than he does of gardening. Lady R. Ha, ha, ha! Sir G. You're a vile woman, and I'll not fleep another night under one roof with you. Lady R. As you pleafe, Sir. Sir C. Madam, it fhall be as I please-'ll order my chariot this moment-[Going.] I know how the cards fhould be played as well as any man in England, that let me tell you-[Going.]—And when your family were ftanding standing behind counters, measuring out tape, and bartering for Whitechapel needles, my ancestors, my anceftors, Madam, were fquandering away whole eftates at cards; whole eftates, my Lady Racket-[She bums 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 ftood-the trump being led, it was then my business Lady R. To play the diamond, to be fure. Sir C. I have done with you for ever; and so you may tell your father. [Exit. Lady R. What a paffion the gentleman is in! ha, ha! I promise him I'll not give up my judgment. Re-enter Sir Charles. Sir G. My Lady Racket-look ye, Ma'am once more, out of pure good-nature Lady R. Sir, I am convinced of your good-nature. Sir C. That, and that only, prevails with me to tell you, the club was the play. Lady R. Well, be it fo-I have no objection. Sir G. 'Tis the clearest point in the world-we were nine, and Lady R. And, for that very reafon, you know the club was the beft in the house. Sir C. There's no fuch thing as talking to you You're a base woman-I'll part from you for ever-your may live here with your father, and admire his fantastical evergreens till you grow as fantaftical yourself-I'll· fet out for London this inftant-Stops at the door.] The club was not the beft in the houfe. Lady R. How calm you are! Well I'll go to bed: will you come?-You had better-Poor Sir Charles! [Looks and laughs, then exit. Sir G. That eafe is provoking. [Groffes to the oppofite door where he went out.]-I tell you the diamond was not the play; and here I take my final leave of you[Walks back as fast as he can.] I am refolved upon it; and I know the club was not the best in the house. VIII. Brutus and Caffius. Caf. THAT you have wrong'd me, doth appear in this: You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pela For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case. Caf. I an itching palm! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember. Did not great Julius bleed for justice fake? What! fhall one of us, That ftruck the foremost man of all this world, Caf. Brutus bay not me: I'll not endure it. You forget yourself, Older in practice, abler than yourself, To make conditions. Bru. Go to; you are not Caffius. Caf. I am. Bru. I fay, you are not. Caf. Urge me no more; I fhall forget myself: Have mind upon your health: tempt me no farther. Bru. Away, flight man! Caf. Is't poffible? Br*. 2 Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Muft I give way and room to your rafh choler? Caf. Muft I endure all this! Bru. All this! ay, more. Fret till your proud heart Go, show break: your flaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Muft I budge? You fhall digeft the venom of your fpleen, Caf. Is it come to this? " Bru. You fay, you are a better foldier: Caf. Youwrong me everyway-you wrong me,Brutus: I faid an elder foldier, not a better. Did I fay better? Bru. If you did I care not. Caf. When Cæfar liv'd, he durft not thus have mov'd ‹ me, Bru. Peace, peace; you durft not so have tempted him. Caf. I durft not! Bru. No. Caf. What! durft not tempt him? Bru. For your life you durft not. Caf. Do not prefume too much upon my love; may do that I fhall be forry for. Bru. You have done that you should be forry for. There is no terrour, Caffius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honefty, That they pass by me as the idle wind And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring By |