Pavè. Know him! I fhall never forget him, because he did the thing fo genteelly as he expreffed it-Oh! if I catch him!

Enter SMALLTRADE.

Smalltrade. How d'ye do, Sir Charles? Coufin a word-(taking Mifs Dazzle afide.) Well, I've made up my mind-I'll enter into your scheme —I'm determined to grow rich.

Mifs Dazzle. Ay, I thought you'd fee your intereft, Mr. Smalltrade.

Smalltrade. I do-I fee we fhall make fools of them all-At night I'll come and be a lookeron; and now, if you'll step into the houfe, we'll arrange articles of partnership.

Mifs Dazzle. With all my heart-Come, fir, Smalltrade. A third of the profits remember; and hark ye, as your vifitors are fo fashionable, I suppose I must make an appearance-look like a gentleman! I can do it, I affure you-but then, how to understand the technicals? to talk like the rest of you? Oh! evil communication will corrupt my good manners-So, come along.

Mifs Dazzle. Brother, will you follow? Mr. Pavè, we fhall fee you in the evening.

[Exit into boufe with SMALLTRADE. Pavè. (Stopping Sir Charles, who is following) Gad! this must be fome great man-Baronet, who is that little fellow.

Sir Charles. A man of very great power-If you'll remind me, I'll introduce you at night. Pavè. Introduce me! Oh! don't trouble yourself-I can do that myself.

Sir Charles. I believe it-Mind you are useful

now

now-recollect I brought you down to affist in all our fchemes-Speak highly of your patron.

Pavè. Ay, and of myfelf too, Sir Charles: For in this unthinking age, fay you're a clever fellow, and every body believes it-They remember they heard you prais'd, and forget where I know my duty-Succefs to you, my ever dear, kind patron! [Exit Sir CHARLES. Dirty, fhuffling rafcal! I've been his dangler these five years, and never got any thing but promifes-Oh! if Lord Orville, or even that great little man would befriend me! I'll get a new patron, I will! Sir Charles's contemptible tricks are beneath a man of my confequenceI'll about it inftantly; and though neceffity may make me dependent, it fhall never make me mean; for if I can't be promoted, fo as to be of fervice to my country, hang me if I'll be promoted at all.

[Exit.

END OF ACT I.

ACT II.

SCENE I.-An elegant Saloon at Sir CHARLES'sOne door leading to Faro-Room-the other to Supper-Room.

Flourish of Clarinets.

Enter WARFORD and Servant,

Warford. Tell Mr. Smalltrade I defire to speak with him.

Servant. Mr. Smalltrade is engaged, firLooking on at the gaming table.

Warford. Tell him his nephew is come according to his orders.

Exit Servant in Faro-Room. 'Sdeath! 'tis as I fufpected-he has fent for me to bring articles of partnership between himself and these impoftors-What is to be done? He is convinced he fhall make his fortune by the undertaking, and fo great is his credulity, that 'till he is completely ruined, he will not detect the impofition-Can I believe it? Yonder he comes. (Stands afide.)

Flourish of Clarinets.

Enter from Faro-Room, SMALLTRADE full-dress'd, banding in Mifs Dazzle.

Mifs Dazzle. Well, Mr. Smalltrade, how do you like Faro? Don't you fee it's the way to get

money?

Smalltrade.

Smalltrade. I do-I fee my fortune's made.

(Turns about.) Sha'n't I do? (Struts about.)

Heh! What do you think? Don't I look like one of us?

Mifs Dazzle. You do indeed.

Smalltrade. I've learnt all your cant words. too-I'm not a greenhorn or a flat-I'm an old rook and a black legs !—Just like you and your brother.

Mifs Dazzle. Well, but Mr. Small trade!-the mufic-gaming-the company-Altogether, isn't it a moft enchanting amufement?

Smalltrade. It is indeed-and Faro's a monftrous pretty game. Coufin, do you know I'd a great mind to have had a touch myself. Mifs Dazzle. How! you play, fir!

Smalltrade. I don't know how it was-I felt an odd, ticklish sensation-a sort of itching at the end of my fingers, and presently I caught myself putting a guinea on a card.

Mifs Dazzle. Well, but you took it up again.

Smalltrade. No, I didn't-I let it lay, and fomebody else took it up for me.

Mifs Dazzle. What, you loft it?

Smalltrade. I did-I loft my guinea! Oh! it's a fweet game! I dont't wonder at the money rolling in-But where's the fupper?

Mifs Dazzle. Yonder.

Smalltrade. So it is-What a feaft for the fenfes! Eyes, ears, tafte, feeling, all gratified!

-But hold, hold-By the law of the land don't we come under the vagrant act? Mayn't a justice of the peace fend you, I, and all the noble hoft of Faro to be whipt at the cart's tail?

Mifs Dazzle. You forget-Gold makes juftice blind.

Smalltrade. True-that's another way of growing rich-But where's Warford? I wish Warford would bring the articles.

Mifs Dazzle. There he is, fir-I'll leave you to talk to him-for in the next room, they can do no more without me, than I can without them. Adieu! Call me when you want me.

WARFORD advances.

[Exit.

Smalltrade. Well, fir, what do you ftare at? Does the fplendor of my drefs furprize you, or are you angry because I want to grow rich? Where are the articles, fir?

Warford. They are not yet finished, fir.

Smalltrade. Look ye, fir; you think this bank isn't fo good as mine; but I'd have you know they have ten times our customers. People will game, fir.

Warford. Will they, fir?

Smalltrade. Yes; there's a curft, ticklish senfation makes a man game whether he will or not; then, when I give turtle and venison at home, I'm obliged to pay for it myfelf; but here egad! they make other people pay for it: and a couple of lemons fqueez'd into a quart of water, will fetch twenty guineas a tumbler!-But, George, now, isn't this a moft delicious fcene? The fupper! Look at the fupper, you dog! Doesn't the very smell make you happy?

Warford. Sir, I am forry to fee you so impofed upon.

Smalltrade. Impofed upon!

Warford. Yes, fir-If you have any feeling for yourself, regard for me, or affection for

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