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

Enter SMALLTRADE. Smalltrade. How d'ye do, Sir Charles ? Cousin à word—(taking Miss Dazzle afide.) Well, I've made up my mind I'll enter into your scheme I'm determined to grow rich. Miss Dazzle. Ay, I thought you'd see

you'd fee your interest, Mr. Smalltrade.

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

Miss Dazzle. With all my heart-Come, fir,

Smalltrade. A third of the profits remember; and hark ye, as your visicors are so fashionable, I suppose I must make an appearance-look like a gentleman! I can do it, I assure 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

Miss Dazzle. Brother, will you follow? Mr. Pavè, we shall see you in the evening.

[Exit into bouse with SMALLTRADE. Pavè. (Stopping Sir Charles, who is following) Gad! this must be some 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-recollect I brought you down to aflift in all our schemes-Speak highly of your patron.

Pavè. Ay, and of myself too, Sir Charles : For in this unthinking age, say you're a clever fellow, and every body believes it-They remember they heard you prais'd, and forget where I know my duty-Success to you, my ever dear, kind patron ! [Exit Sir Charles. Dirty, fhuffling rascal! I've been his dangler these five years, and never got any thing but promises-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 trick's are beneath a man of my consequenceI'll about it instantly; and though necessity may make me dependent, it shall never make me mean; for if I can't be promoted, so as to be of service to my country, hang me if I'll be promoted at all.




SCENE I.-- An elegant Saloon at Sir CHARLES's

One door leading to Faro-Room--the other to Supper-Room.

Flourish of Clarinets.

Enter WARFORD and Servant. Warford. Tell Mr. Smalltrade I desire 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 suspected—he has sent for me to bring articles of partnership between himself and these impostors-What is to be done? He is convinced" he shall make his fortune by the undertaking, and so great is his credulity, that 'till he is completely ruined, he will not detect the imposition-Can I believe it? Yonder he comes. (Stands afide.)

Flourijl of Clarinets. Enter from Faro-Room, SMALLTRADE full-dress’d,

banding in Miss Dazzle. Miss Dazzle. Well, Mr. Smalltrade, how do you like Faro ? Don't you see it's the way to get money?


Smalltrade. I do I fee my fortune's made. (Turns about.) Heh! What do you

think? Sha'n't I do? Don't I look like one of us? (Struts about.)

Miss Dazzle. You do indeed.

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

Miss Dazzle. Well, but Mr. Smalltrade !-the music-gaming—the company-Altogether, isn't it a most enchanting amusement ?

Smalltrade. It is indeed-and Faro's a monstrous pretty game. Cousin, do you know I'd a great mind to have had a touch myself. Miss Dazzle. How! you play, sir!

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.

Miss 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.

Miss Dazzle. What, you lost it?

Smalltrade. I did I lost my guinea! Oh! it's a sweet game! I dont't wonder at the

money rolling in-But where's the supper?

Miss Dazzle. Yonder.

Smalltrade. So it is What a feast for the senses ! Eyes, ears, taste, 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 send you, :), and all the noble host of Faro to be whipt at the cart's tail?

of grow,

Miss Dazzle. You forget-Gold makes justice blind.

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

Miss 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.

[Exit. WARFORD advances. Smalltrade. Well, sir, what do you stare at ? Does the splendor of my dress surprize you, or are you angry because I want to grow rich? Where are the articles, sir?

Warford. They are not yet finished, fir.

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

game, sir.

Warford. Will they, sir?

Smalltrade. Yes; there's a curst, ticklish sensation 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 myself; but here egad! they make other people pay for it: and a couple of lemons squeez’d into a quart of water, will fetch twenty guineas a tumbler !-But, George, now, isn't this a most delicious scene? 'The supper! Look at the supper, you dog! Doesn't the very smell make you happy?

Warford. Sir, I am sorry to see you so imposed upon.

Smalltrade. Imposed upon !

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



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