Warford. No matter, fir, the debt is dif charg'd, fo begone.

Latitat. Begone!

Warford. Yes; leave the room instantly. Latitat. Leave the room! Is this language to a gentleman?

Warford. Gentleman! Away! 'Tis fuch pettifoggers as you that difgrace the profeffion-That live on the miseries of the unfortunate, and, in a land of freedom, mutulate laws that are the guardians of liberty-Harkye, fir, were I a barrifter or judge

Latitat. Barrifter or judge! Pooh! they can't do the thing fo 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 Juftice.

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

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

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

Latitat. If any future accident fhou'd happen either to you or that gentleman, we shall be always happy to give you an airing. Come along, Nab-Barrister 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 reliev'd at another's

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

Warford. You'll know hereafter-At prefent be fatisfied with being told that the inftant I heard of your diftrefs, 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 receive you.

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 clofe converfation with his good daughter Rofa, whose father is parfon of the parish.

Lady Henrietta. Mr. Medium!

Warford. The fame-The latè minifter being dead, Sir Thomas had just got the living for Mr. Medium, and was in fuch high joy, that he begg'd I'd bring you inftantly-He faid he I was just going to fit as magiftrate, 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 fnaring his game, he will find him in the fame good humour you left him-Come, Mr. Warford,---Oh! you are indeed a friend; and had I earlier liftened to your kind advice-but it's all over-The recollection of those two genteel men fo terrifies me, that if I game again, I hope I fhall be compell'd 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 Pictures, &c.

Clerk difcovered fitting at a Table---AChair above it.

Two Conftables---a young Woman, a young Man, and HIPPY difcovered.

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

Enter Sir THOMAS ROUNDHEAD.

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

the manor?

Clerk. Please your worship (woman advances) this poor woman is deferted 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.-Havn't I told you not to let my delicacy be fhocked 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 fo beaten and bruised by 'Squire Sturdy, that he can't work for his family,

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

Clerk. Nothing of any confequence, your worship---Only young Hippy, the miller's fon, here--an honeft, induftrious young man was found by the gamekeeper with a hare under his

arm.

Sir Thomas. With what?

Clerk. With a hare on your manor.

Sir Thomas. On my manor! (comes from his feat) Oh you affaffin! Nothing of any confequence indeed! Why, what's nem. con.---crim. con.---or pro. and con. to the fhedding innocent blood? You dog! fpeak---anfwer me---What have you to fay for yourself?

Clerk. (to HIPPY) Speak to the magiftrate.
Hippy. Please you majesty.

Sir Thomas. Please my what!

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

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

Hippy. Na don't you hurry me --- I feed fomething in the corn going a tittup, a tittup, a tittup---So, fays I Say nothing, Nicky, and we'll fee what it is."---And prefently there came within my legs, as fine a large banging hare as ever you clapt your two moft gracious eyes upon.

Sir Thomas. Well, firrah!

Hippy. So, knowing as how fuch great beasts only devour'd the corn and barley off your ma

jefty's

jefty'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 fays I, "Now, old Nick, knock his brains out."

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 fee Nicky and I laughing, he, he, he!

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

Hippy. To jail!

[Constables feize bim.

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

Hippy. Oh Lord! why, your honour was juft now pleas'd to pardon 'Squire Sturdy for almost killing a man; and here 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, fhe'd have fcar'd the hare away.

Enter Rosa finging, and followed by two Gamekeepers, with quantities of Hares, Pheasants, and Partridges.

Rofa. Come a long, William---Shew my godpapa what sport we've had! There! (Gamekeepers

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