Sir Andr. Gad, if he fhou'd turn out ftudious after all!

Nom. Curious caufe this morning-Friend Paul Prig for Plaintiff-tell you his speech. Col. Why, what are you at !

Nom. He'rofe, twirl'd his band-began-" My "Lord!-Hem!-Gemmen of the Jury"hem! I'm for Plaintiff-I think-I know"I've read my brief-hem!"-Nodding and cocking his eye to the Jury.

Sir Andr. Cocking his eye to Jury?

Nom. Yes, better than any talking-" My Lord-hem! I fee-I fee, I know I'm right" cocking again I've done - hem!-Foreman winks--Judge fums up--Verdict for Paul--Client ruin'd-All the young Prigs laugh-Any thing makes them laugh-hem!

Col. Zounds! What is all this? Let's hear. Nom. Hear! Never without fee-Name your cafe-JointTrustees perhaps-if not, why not?— What are your ages?

Col. What are our ages?

Nom. Infants very like.

Sir Andr. I an infant! Why, I was never more deceiv'd in my life. Colonel, this is the most studious choice fpirit I ever faw-I give you joy! (Offering him Snuff)-Young man, this capering grinning gentleman defcribed you as a perfect rake-I expected to fee you reading Hoyle--- Do you mean to purfue the profeffion? Nom. Certainly Student now--- hereafter Counsel---Been at the Old Baily lately? [To Col.] Col. Old Baily! Look ye, you dog! leave off this fouléry, or--

Sir Andr. I'm delighted, Coufin! Now, why don't you partake my joy?---Faith! I must go and tell my wife and ward of this---Mr. Nominal, I'm fǝrry I'm obliged to leave you.--

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Col. Leave him! Why don't you go then? Şir-Andr. Give me your hand [to Nom.] perfevere in your studies, and I and Lady Acid fhall be always happy in your company-Good dayColonel, don't make long faces, he'll make full as much noise and confufion in this present profeffion-Tho' he won't fire a piftol, he can file a Bill in Chancery; and which is the least mifchievous, I leave you to determine — hem !

[Offers Snuff again and Exit.

Col. Rat you! I'm glad you're gone. - Now, my dear boy, it's all very well to appear prudent and ftudious before that ftupid old fool; but fince he's gone, lay afide this trifling. Come, leave off talking about fuch low, dull nonfenfe, as Counsellors and Westminster Hall, and let's hear you speak like a man of sense, about fighting, drinking, racing—

Nom. Racing! as I hope for the seals, here's the cafe-Look! [Shews a book.]

Col. What! do you perfift in your ignorance? Nom. Never read Puffendroff! Heh! fine book-better than army lift.

Col. Look ye, I have done with you for ever→ Oh, you fenfelefs blockhead! to be making money instead of spending it to be following a prudent, ftale, old-fashioned profeffion, inftead of being ruin'd and getting into high life, you dog!-You avenge Honoria's honour! 'Sdeath! I'll beat Clairville myfelf, and before I hear of

you,

you, Puffendroff, or Paul Prig again, I'll marry her to a drummer, or a common trooper---I will, you stupid inflexible, upright rafcal! Nom. Now I am fatisfied (afide.)

Enter O'WHACK.

O'Whack. Ecoutez, your honor ---the strange. young Haroe is waiting for you at Grosvenor Gate.

Nom. I'll come directly--leave my travelling coat in the hall---Guardy, adieu---Brother Prig waiting.

Col. Stay; one rational word before you go--wou'd you--

Nom. Hufh! can't ftay, reply another day--Mean time find me in the Hall---Adieu! Law's a fine profeffion---puts an end to grinning, tranf ports, exftacies---Adieu! Leave you with Puffendroff---hem! [Exit.

Col. Here's treatment! Leave a Colonel in the army alone with Puffendroff! Ignorant puppy! to give up fashionable life for a profeffion in which the greatness of his reputation is chiefly known by the fize of his wig- Where! [Seeing O'WHACK] You too, you Irish, French, pyebald rafcal! You help'd this pretty reformation, I fuppofe !

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O'Whack. Point de tout, your honor---your own felf cou'dn't have fer him a more diffipated example than I did---Oh! à Paris, mon Colonel! to be sure I didn't lead him into any mischief at all at all!

Col. What do you mean? O'Whack. Tacez vous, Jewel !---When I flept out all night, got drunk with ufquebaugh, in

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trigued with the Marchionefs Tipperary, and bate her poor husband; it was only to oblige your honour, that I might ftand before you, and fay--"Voila! Monfieur O'Whack, who kept it up "to the laft!"

Col. Why, you impertinent---do you mean to laugh at me? Marchioness Tipperary, indeed ! Enter JAMES.

James. Sir, Sir! a word with you---Mifs Honoria's window is open, and fhe and Mifs Sophia are waiting for Mr. Clairville.

Col. Sophia with her! That's lucky---Harky', Lady Acid at home?

James. No, Sir; fhe and Sir Andrew are just gone out together---But Mifs Sophia asked me, whether you were expected there to-night.

Col. She did, did fhe ?---Oh, it's plain fhe can't live without me---Poor lovefick creature! I'll go and comfort her---I'll lock up Honoria, kick Clairville out of the house, and thus have her all to myself---Shew me down, Sirrah, and d'ye hear? tell your studious mafter, I'm gone to chastise the man I defired him to challenge--Yes, I'll fo fhame him by beating this Clairville. O'Whack. Ay, by St. Patrick, bate him, your honor, as I did the Marquis de Tipperary---Par ici--this way!--Exeunt.

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SCENE-the Outfide of SIR ANDREW's Houfe in the Country-Stage darkened.

Enter CLAIRVILLE.

Clair. Where is this friend who was to have af fifted in the enterprize?I have sent my fervant to look for him, for, alone, I can undertake nothing. -Oh, Honoria! let me but once more fee you, and know you are my friend, and I will ask no more-No, never while I live, will I think of deluding her from her family; with them, fhe has all that wealth and fplendour can afford; and with me, how fevere will be the reverfe! I know the Colonel has brought his ward Nominal from France, to call me to account for my prefumption-but of that, I think not-let me but gain this laft interview-Ha! here's the stranger!

Enter NOMINAL.

Nom. A thousand pardons-I've been talking law, fo no wonder at delay-Well! here we are! and do you know this business puts me in mind of what I came to England for.

Clair. What was that?

Nom. Oh! only to beat a Gentleman for fcating a rope ladder-that's all-Some poor, stupid fellow! But we won't talk of that-Where's the girl? Heh?

Clair. 'Tis paft the time fhe promised to appear at the window-But, understand me, Sirall I wish to obtain is an interview; to know the approves my paft conduct, and takes an intereft in my future-Therefore, what I request of you is this-While I guard the house with

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