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Warford. No matter, sir, the debt is difcharg'd, so begone.

Latitat. Begone!
Warford. Yes'; leave the room instantly.

Latitat. Leave the room! Is this language to a gentleman?

Warford. Gentleman! Away! 'Tis such pettifoggers as you that disgrace the profession-That live on the miseries of the unfortunate, and, in a land of freedom, mutulate laws that are the guardians of liberty-Harkye, sir, were I a barrister or judge

Latitat. Barrister or judge! Pooh! they can't do the thing so genteelly as we can.

Nab. No! I'll give a dinner with any judge in England.

Latitat. I'd rather be an attorney than Chief Justice.

Nab. And I a bailiff than High Chancellor. Warford. Very likely: but I infift

Latitat. Certainly we're going, fir - Good day, ma'am-We live in hopes ! Here! where's my phaeton and servants ?

Nab. Call up my curricle and followers ! Good day, ma'am!

Latitat. If any future accident shou'd happen either to you or that gentleman, we shall be al. ways happy to give you an airing. Come along, Nab-Barrister or judge! Pooh!-(looks at notes) Oh what a pleasure it is to do the thing genteelly !

[Exit with NAB. Warford. Now, Lady Henrietta, I hope your fears are at an end.

Lady Henrietta. No, Mr. Warford, they are rather increas'd; for if I am to be reliey'd at

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another's expence-to whom, sir, am I thus indebted ?

Warford. You'll know hereafter-At present be satisfied with being told that the instant I heard of your distress, I flew to your uncle, Sir Thomas Roundhead-He forgave you all that had pass’d, found a friend that advanced the money, and now waits with open arms to re

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Lady Henrietta. Is he my benefactor? Does the old lord of the mannor for once. forget his game to relieve a gamester?

Warford. I found him in close conversation with his good daughter Rofa, whose father is parson of the parish.

Lady Henrietta. Mr. Medium!

Warford. The fame-The laté minister being dead, Sir Thomas had just got the living for Mr. Medium, and was in such high joy, that he begg'd I'd bring you 'instantly-He said he : was just going to sit as magistrate, but by the

time he got there, the justice business wou'd be over.

Lady Henrietta. And if he has no poacher to try for snaring his game, he will find him in the same good humour you left him—Come, Mr. Warford, ---Oh! you are indeed a friend; and had I earlier listened to your kind advice but it's all over-The recollection of those two genteel men so terrifies me, that if I game again, I hope I shall be compellid to take an airing with the one and shake hands with the other.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE II.- An old Hall, bung with Stags' Horns,

Family Pi&ures, &c.

Clerk discovered fitting at a Table--- A Chair above it.

Iwo Conftables ;---a young Woman, a young Man,

and Hippy discovered.

Clerk. Stand back---Stand back--- his worship the justice approaches.

Enter Sir THOMAS ROUNDHEAD.

Sir Thomas. Od, I'm so happy! Old Medium has got the living, and Iv'e given Rosa a holiday-I know she can't kill a bird, so I've put a gun in her hand, and sent her out with the gamekeeper, to beat the outskirts, and drive the game in — Well, Formal, (To Clerk) what complaints ? (ascends his chair) Any thing about the manor ?

Clerk. Please your worship (woman advances) this poor woman is deserted by her husband and left on the parish—The man is a footman, and has been detected in open nem. con, with an old widow.

Sir Thomas. Don't talk to me about Nem. Con.-Hayn't I told you not to let my delicacy be shocked with any improper charges ? Take her away--Any body else?

Clerk. Please your worship, (man advances) this poor man is a labourer, and has five children to maintain-But he has been so beaten and bruised by 'Squire Sturdy, that he can't work for his family F 2

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Sir Thomas. Serve him right---Why didn't he get out of his way, when he knew the 'Squire was so fond of boxing that he must have practice to keep his hand in--- Dismiss him---Any thing more?

Clerk. Nothing of any consequence, your worship---Only young Hippy, the miller's son, here---an honest, industrious young man was found by the gamekeeper with a hare under his ar.n.

Sir Thomas. With what?
Clerk. With a hare on your manor,

Sir Thomas. On my manor ! (comes from bis seat) Oh you affaffin! Nothing of any consequence indeed! Why, what's nem. con.---crim. con.--- or pro, and con. to the shedding innocent blood? You dog! speak---answer me---What have you to say for yourself?

Clerk. (to Hippy) Speak to the magistrate.
Hippy. Please you majesty
Sir Thomas. Please my what!

Hippy. Please your majesty, I'll tell you all about it-The other morning, as I was crossing the whoat stubble, along with old Nicholas--You know old Nick, your honour

Sir Thomas. Curse old Nick---go on.

Hippy. Na --- don't you hurry me ---I seed something in the corn going a tittup, a tittup, a titrup---So, says I --- " Say nothing, Nicky, and we'll see what it is.”---And presently there came within my legs, as fine a large banging hare as ever you clapt your two most gracious eyes upon.

Sir Thomas. Well, firrah !
Hippy. So, knowing as how such

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jesty's manor.--I kept him tight between my legs, and squeezing him in this way---Look’ee ! (puts bis bat between his legs) I pinch'd him by little and little, 'till at last a got the staggers, and then says I, “ Now, old Nick, knock his brains put.

Sir Thomas. You did, did you?

Hippy. Yes, that I did; and Nicky kept his word--For there a lay as dead and lifeless—I'cod it would have done your heart good to see Nicky and I laughing, he, he, he !

Sir Thomas. And it will do my heart good to see Nicky and you hanging, he, he, he! (mimick. ing) ---Seize him---take him to jail.

[Constables seize bim. Hippy. To jail !

Şir Thomas. Ay; I'll learn you to poach on my manor.

Hippy. Oh Lord! why, your honour was just now pleas'd to pardon 'Squire Sturdy for almost killing a man; and liere I'm to be tuck'd up for only squeezing a hare !---Odraten! this cant be justice

Rosa fings without “ Hark away, &c.

. Sir Thomas. Ah! here's my little god-daughter!-She never kill'd any game; and if she had been out that day, she'd have scar'd the hare away.

Enter Rosa finging, and followed by two Game

keepers, with quantities of Hares, Pheasants, and Partridges.

Rofa. Come a long, William---Shew my god. papa what sport we've had! --- There ! (Game

keepers

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