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keepers throw down game) An't I a nice little sportsman ?

Hippy. Icod, if my neck's to be twisted, what's to become of hers ?

Rosa. Why, you don't look pleas'd, Sir Thomas---Perhaps you don't think I've kill'd half enough?

Sir Thomas. Yes, 1 do---Oh! h! h! (looking at the game.)

Rofa. Nay, consider, Sir Thomas, it's very well for a young beginner; but I tell you what, I'll foon make you happy---let me go out again tomorrow, and I wont leave a single hare, pheasant, or partridge on the manor.

Hippy. Doey---doey, your majesty, and let me go wi' her.

Sir Tbomas. Come.--I'll soon settle this business---Constable, take that poacher to the county jail--. No words---take him directly,

Hippy. Dang it, if ever I squeeze a hare again ---Good day, Miss---Odraten! I suppose you and old Nick will soon come after me.

[Constables force him off Sir Thomas. And, now, William, do the other poacher to the parsonage-house.

Rofa. To the parsonage-house, fir!

Sir Thomas. Ay, to your father's.--You jade, I'm tir’d of your follies---You know I took you from the parson's, that you might get well married---but you cou'dn't hit the mark.

Rosa. No: but I hit the birds; ay, and mark'd 'em too---However I know why you're angry with me---you've made iî up with your niece, Lady Henrietta, and because I coud'n't marry some great man, who might have got

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you new marors, and all that-You mean to try what she can do.

Sir Thomaş. Yes, she shall be my heiress now - So go home, Miss.

Rofa. Well, I don't care-I know where the game lies, and while there's a feather on the manor I won't want a day's sport, depend on't.

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Ab, cruel Sir Tbomas !' to abandon your pro

mise,
And leave Rosa, poor girl, to lament;
But take bonour and gold, and your favour with-

bold,
You cannot také bealth and content.

While my dogs at the dawn
Brub the dew from the lawn,
Sniff the scent of the game,
And our spirits inflame,
Througb thickets or stubbles

Their courage redoubles ;
Then checking their speed—Heh, Basto, take

beed!
Ob! Sir Thomas Roundhead! Pop, your game is

is dead!

I can bit well my man, and a lover trepan,

Yet Amazon like I will be,
As fure as a gun, from each suitor I'll run,
But the hero who overcomes me.
While my dogs, &c.

[Exit with Gamekeepers. Enter Lady HENRIETTA.

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Sir Thomas. My dear niece! I rejoice to see you-Mr. Warford told you, I suppose.

Lady Henrietta. He did indeed, Sir Thomas, and the thousand pounds you fent me was the ·most critical, fortunate

Sir Tbomas. The thousand pounds!

Lady Henrietta. Yes—but for that I had been living in a palace, viewing the best furniture, tafting the best wines, and keeping the best company in the world.

Sir Thomas. My dear girl, I sent you no thou. fand pounds.

Lady Henrietta. No!

Sir Thomas. No—The young gentleman, ina deed, told me you wanted money, but I had none by me-Mine's all in the country bank ---all lock'd up-Smalltrade never pays in specie--And as to his five pound notes, they're like French assignats! Da’mme, a good old English guinea's worth a thousand of 'em! This I told Mr. Warford, and he said he himself could find a friend to advance it.

Lady Henrietta. Generous, disinterested man! But how, how am I to repay him?

Sir Thomas. I'll tell you I have quarrell’d with that hussey, Rosa, and as I wish to have a senator for my heir, I mean to get you well married-Nay, I have a husband already, in my eye.

Lady Henrietta. Have you, sir?

Sir Thomas. Yes ; there is a vacancy in the borough, and the new member shall have

your hand and my estate.

Lady Henrietta. And pray, sir, who is likely to be my representative ?

Sir Thomas. There is only one candidate at present, and he is an old admirer of your's, and an old friend of mine, -Sir Charles Dazzle.

Lady Henrietta. Sir Charles Dazzle !

Sir Thomas. Yes, he's a man of rank and talents; and if we may judge by his style of living, he's the richest Baronet in England-But now, let's in to dinner and talk further-Oh ! when Sir Charles has married you, he shall do me three such favours-All relating to my own estate.

Lady Henrietta. And what are they, sir ?

Sir Tbomas. You shall hear - The first is, to turn the road, and send my neighbours half a mile round–The second is to enclose the common, and keep it all to myself—The third, is to cut a canal right through the town, and build powder-mills on the banks! This, my dear girl, will double my rentall, and this is my way of growing rich!

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SCENE I -Sir Thomas's Park.-View of biş

House, Garden, Ponds, &c.

Enter Sir CHARLES Dazzle, and two Servants,

my arrival.

Sir Charles. Knock at the gate and announce

[Exit Servant. So, Lady Henrietta has not e{eaped me yet Hearing Sir Thomas meant to provide for her, I instantly wrote to him and offer'd her marriage --this he agreed to, supposing my fortune will ensure the election. As to that wretch Pavè-I just now met the mad rascal running full speed after a nobleman's carriage.

2. Servant. Yonder is Mr. Pavè, fir.

Sir Charles. Ay, meditating on the drawingrooms of princes, and the levees of ministers.

Re-enter Servant.

Servant. Sir Thomas is waiting to receive

you, fir.

Sir Charles. Shew me the way-Now here, here's another proof that ruin is the road to riches; for without having an acre of my own, I am going to take poffeffion of the largest estate in the county---Poor Sir Thomas ! poor Henrietta ! I'll foon convince them, that now-a-days people live better without money than with it.

[Exit.

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