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Flub. Yours too!-'Sdeath, Sir Paul-this racing has turned your brain.

Sir Paul. Racing!-I've done with it, firI hate it-I'm above the turf now.

Flufb. Above the turf!-I wish you were under it!-do you pretend the loves both our fons?two men at the fame time, fir?

Sir Paul. To be fure-fhe's not the first woman that has lov'd twenty at the fame time, fir-but as fhe can't marry without our joint confent, and is now in great distress at Lady Sarah Savage's public breakfast, let's adjourn there directly.

Flub. With all my heart-I can afford itPublic breakfaft!-why this is later than ufual(Looking at his watch.)-Nine o'clock at night!

Sir Paul. Ah, these are late hours! but what need we care, Mr. Flush ?-we that have health, youth, fpirits-do you know there is only one house in England that affects my conftitution? Flub. And what house is that?

Sir Paul. (Whispers him.) I never was there but twice the first time there was a motion about relieving poor infolvent debtors, and the house was so empty I got an ague. The next time, fomebody mov'd to remove the hackney coaches from Bond-Street, and the benches were fo cram'd that I was thrown into a fever!So hey for the breakfast.—Youth's the season made for joy!

Flufb. Love is then our duty! &c.

(Exeunt finging together.)

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SCENE II.-A garden at Mr. Savage's on Lanf down Hill-a marquee at the upper wing, in which is feen a table full of fruits, wine, meat, tea urns, coffee pots, &c. A diftant view of Bath-moon rifing.-Long flourish of clarinets.

Enter Lady SARAH SAVAGE and a Servant.

Lady Sarah. Call Mifs Clara-(Servant enters marquee.)-I have given this party in order to fecure this young creature and her fortune, for my brutish brother has fo leffen'd our gold, that only her copper can fave us from finkingif her guardians refuse, we are prepar'd for bolder fchemes.

Enter CLARA.

Well: my dear girl, how do you like our breakfaft?-breakfast by moonlight? isn't it quite charming-fo nouvelle ?

Clara. Quite and in addition to tea and coffee, here are fowls, fruit, and wine; fo that you may breakfast, dine, drink tea, and sup all in the fame meal-nouvelle !-furely nobody elfe is fo fingular.

Lady Sarah. I don't know-I never copy-the world's fo very ignorant-that only act unlike other people,and you're pretty fure of being right. But, didn't you like the mufic-the finging?

Clara. No; I don't much like these fine fingers-it's a long time before you prevail on them to fing, and then when they once beginfaith! they never ftop. I declare I only faw one perfon I liked amongst the party.

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Lady Sarah. And who was that-the dear Signor?

Clara. No-the dear creature, my guardian's fon.

Lady Sarah. What! that monfter? I wonder who invited fuch a heterogeneous animal, and you to prefer him

Clara. Even to your brother, ma'am—I know Mr. Savage defigns me his hand; but, if my guardians will agree-and why they leave me. in this fcene of danger when I wrote to Sir Paul

Lady Sarah. Here they are both-I'll go call my brother, and by the time I return, I hope I fhall call you, fifter-adieu !-Gingham, indeed! [Exit.

Enter Sir PAUL and FLUSH.

Flub. Here the is-here's the girl to answer for herself-now be cool, Sir Paul-compofe yourself, and I'll fairly put the question to her. Clara, havn't you fix'd your affections?

Clara. To confefs the truth, I have, fir. Flufh. Very well-foftly, Sir Paul! and now, what is the gentleman's name?

Sir Paul. Ay, what is his name, Clary?
Clara. Gingham, fir.

fon !

Flush. There! I told you fo-it's my
Sir Paul. Why there! I told you fo-it's my

fon!

Flufb. Your fon!-In the firft place I don't believe you have a fon; and in the next, do you pretend that this Gingham

Sir Paul. Is my boy! my own darling child!

and I'll

prove it.

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Flush.

Flush. Well, well, if this is the case I'll make you a fair propofition, let's call in both our fons, and let the one she prefers be her husband.

Sir Paul. Agreed-and I'll bet pounds the chooses mine.

you a hundred

Flufb. Done-I'll bet you a hundred the chooses mine.

Gingham. (within the marquee.) My life! my love! my Clara !

Flub. Here he comes! (rubbing his hands.) Sir Paul. Here he comes! (rubbing his hands.) Gingham. (within the marquee.) I cannot live a moment from thee-I

GINGHAM enters from the Marquee, and, feeing bis two fathers together, paufes and ftarts.

Flufb. Now, Clara-Silence, Sir Paul!—don't you choose him!-him !-for your husband? Clara. I do, fir.

Flub. Huzza! I've won my bet!

Sir Paul. Here is a father don't know his own child.

Gingham. (Coming between them.) And here's a child don't know his own father! upon my foul, gentlemen, I cannot tell which of you had the honour of inventing me; but here I am, and if you have more property to distribute-if either of you has another two hundred pounds, I'll difpose of it so neatly, that tears of joy fhall trickle down your cheeks!

Flub. (After looking fome time at Sir Paul.) Sir Paul !

Sir Paul. Mr. Flufh-We were joint guardians just now, and

Flush. And now we're joint fathers, it seems.

Sir Paul. This must be the tradefman-a word in private if you please, fir. (They enter the marquee.)

Gingham. Lay your heads together; fettle it as you please; for while Clara imiles on me, I care not whether I'm fon to a haberdasher, or heir to the Grand Turk.

Clara. I hope they won't quarrel-I fear Mr Flush will infift

Gingham. He infift !-bless you, he'd fell me for half a crown!

Re-enter FLUSH and Sir PAUL.

Sir Paul. He's mine! he's mine! the father knows his own child at laft-I never fufpected Flush was clerk to a Lottery Office, and confequently little thought he was the tradefman who married my Nelly-'gad! I always took him for a gentleman.

Gingham. Did you?-that was very good natur'd of you-and fo you give me up, Mr. Flush? Flub. Yes, I can afford it.-The Tunbridge ftory is perfectly explain'd, and I have done with you, you rogue-Your wife father here has promis'd to restore my papers, fo now you may speak truth till you're black in the face.

Gingham. May I ?—then I won't; left other faces fhould be of the fame complexion-but, gentlemen, fince you've found out who I belong to, will you inform me who this lady is to be

long to?

Clara. Ay, Mr. Flush-I'm fure I shall have your confent---you are a monied man, and have lived with people of rank.

Flufb.

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