Sophia (coming between them, clofe to the COLONEL) my pretty Colonel!

Col. There! (turning from her in great joy and putting up his letter.)

Sophia. My charming Baronet! (coming up to SIRANDREW.)

Sir Andrew. My angel!

SIR ANDREW turns to embrace ber-the COLONEL embraces her on the other fide--they fee one another. SOPHIA ftands laughing between them.

Lady A. For fhame! for fhame! is this your boafted honour? at your time of life!" thou dear perfidious!" (Exit COLONEL); and you, what have you to fay for yourself, "thou gay deceiver?"

Sir Andrew. Say! (tearing the letter) why, when one's completely miferable, nothing is fo pleasant as to fee a friend in the fame fituationHalloa, Colonel !

(Exit.

Lady A. Sophia, I am now convinc'd of your innocence, and ask your pardon, and will make you amends by reading your manufcripts, praising your acting, and faying you're fo good a letterwriter, that I believe you're the author of Junius. [Exeunt.

END of ACT III

Clair. My diftreffes croud on me fo fast, that I will endeavour to fee my brother once more; and if he still avoids me, I muft banish Honoria from my thoughts, and feek that place abroad, my enemies deny me here.

Enter O'WHACK, baftily.

O'Whack. Run-fly! make your escape, your honour-Arrah! be off before the coquins lay hold of you-By my falvation! when I think of your misfortunes, I can't help taking out my mouchoir-(taking out bis handkerchief and cry

ing.)

Clair. What is the matter, O'Whack?

O'Whack. The matter! Why, if you don't fcamper you'll be baftiled before you can fay "Killarney!"

Clair. What can this mean? Explain !

O'Whack. Doucement!-I'll tell you-As I paffed yonder promenade, an old friend of mine, who is an officer, or bailiff, d'ye fee-told me he was coming to carry your honour to prifon"What, Monfieur Clairville?" fays I-" the fame," fays he-" then," fays I-" be afy now; for, by St. Patrick, if you touch a hair of his head, I'll foupmaigre you this instant.”—Says he "I must do my duty." "And I mine," -fays I" And remember, my honey, it is as afy to have pity in your heart, as it is to speak French without the brogue, ma foi!" This

foftened

foftened him, your honour, and he promised to be a cher amis to you till to-morrow.

Clair. Thanks! my good fellow, thanks! O'Whack. C'eft ne pas tout, tho'; Fanny, Mifs Sophia's maid, as pretty a fille de chambre as ever made a faux pas, gave me bit of a hint that there was a curft black bufinels in the wind between your brother, Lord Jargon, and Lady Acid-She thinks they mean to put you in limbo, becaufe Mademoifelle Honoria loves you; and by my foul, if they do, I'll make the old cat cry "Mifericorde," till fhe's black in the face!

Clair. I won't believe it-I know Lord Jargon loves Honoria; but I can never think, that on that account he'd make a prifoner of his brother -but he's coming this way-I'll talk to himleave us together.

O'Whack. That I will with all my heart and foul, for I can't bear to put my eyes upon himBon repos to your honour-I'll give you a call in the morning, and, in the mean time, be debonnaire, d'ye fee-I'll carry you through, depend

on't.

Clair. My kind fellow-how fhall I repay. you?

O'Whack. Oh, your honour, I never forget an obligation, tho' I may an injury-You fav'd me in danger, and if I don't do mon poffible to bother all your enemies! fay I'm not the bonne bouch of the O'Whacks, that's all!

Exit.

Clair. I cannot, will not fufpect him of fuch treachery-tho' he has been long dead to brotherly affection, he never can be capable of fuch inhumanity.

Enter

Enter LORD JARGON,

Lord Far. (afide) This poor wretch here! I was in hopes he was difpofed of.

Clair. Brother, a word, I have a favour to intreat of you; for neceffity, extreme neceffity compels me-in fhort, if you do not affift me, I fhall be arrested in an hour, and in jail perhaps the remainder of my life.

Lord far. Arrefted! Who can be fo hardhearted, Harry? You know my friendship and liberality; but as to lending you money, that's a thing I can't make up my mind to.

Clair. The fum I require is fmall, my LordA few hundreds will convey me far from the perfecution of my creditors; and by retirement and œconomy, in a few years, perhaps, I fhall be able to repay you with honour; and once more appear in the world as your Lordship's brother.

Lord far. I hope you may, Harry ;-but petitions are fo numerous

Clair. Petition! 'Tis my demand, Sir! When the old Lord died, you know he left his fortune to you, in the full conviction you would provide for me and this is the return! While you are affluent enough to fquander thoufands in the whirlpool of fashion, you are cruel enough to fee a brother wafte his life in poverty! But, go on, my Lord-exult and riot in my father's richesI will be prouder of his virtues!

Lord far. Oh, the old cant! You never heard me utter a fentiment in your life--Never! for the man who boafts of virtue and feeling, feldom practiles either the one or the other--- But you detain me, Harry---I am going to figh away an hour with Honoria.

Clair. [eagerly] With Honoria, brother?

H

Lord

Lord far. Yes, with Honoria, brother! Don't you envy me my triumph?

Clair. Ungenerous man! Is it not enough to abandon me to the world, a beggar, and a wanderer, but you must wound me in the tenderest point---diftract me with fuch thoughts---but I have done---Farewell, my Lord! perhaps we fhall never meet again !---I now fufpect him, and will warn Honoria of her danger! [afide]

Lord Jar. Adieu, Harry !---Shall I tell the charming girl any thing about you?

Clair. Yes, Sir ;---tell her, pursued by enemies, and deferted by my friends, I know not where to fly for safety! Tell her, not fo much on my own account, I lament my misfortunes, as on her's; fince, abject and forfaken as I am, I cannot fhelter or protect her! Tell her, I once hoped---forgive my weakness [weeping 1---but if you have one spark of pity for the loft Clairville, bestow it on Honoria---Be her friend, and you fhall ftill be mine--- Farewell! [Exit.

Lord far. Ay; go your ways; you'll never fee her again---For here comes the chair that gives me poffeffion of her for ever.

Enter Chair men with chair.

Sit it down, and wait till I return---I must step over to my house, to order servants to be near at hand; for tho' I'm determined not to be violent ---yet, if the demurs, l'il force her !---I'll

Enter NOMINAL, half drunk, finging.

Nom. Ha! Peer! my boy, how are you.-I hate wine; but I've been drinking to keep up my character, and I'm the most unlucky dog alive---I've been searching every where for an adventure, and can't find one---I can't get into notice !

Lord