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Lady Henrietta. I believe this will do, fir-It's only to scratch out my name and Sir Charles's, ard infert Miss Rofa's and Mr. Pavè's-I'll do it, and you may sign directly. (Goes' to table and writes.)

Rofa. (to Pave) I say, while they're settling the agreement I'll thew you my father's pic

Pavè. Your father's picture! Ha! where is it ?

Rofa. There-behind the curtain! He's in

Pavè. Gown !--Robes you mean -Let's fee.-

Lady Henrietta. Stop-sign the contract first.

Sir Thomas. Ay; sign first--- There---there's my signature: Cigning:)

Pavè. And mine! (figning.) *Rofa. And now, there's my dear father in his

gown and caflock.

his gown.

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(Undraws curtains of pi&tures, and discovers

a painting of Mr. Medium, the clergyman, in his gown and cafjock--- Pavè sees

it, and stands stupified. Sir Thomas. Yes, there's old Medium---What surprizes you, sir?

Lady Henrietta. Ay; there's another minister--What makes you fo dumb, Mr. Pavè ?

Pavè. Relpect and reverence at that awful fight---Oh, Sir Thomas ! that parson's picture has so deeply affected me, that only this contract can console me. (taking it) Nothing like a


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certainty in case of accidents-Come, Miss Medium !

Sir Thomas. Why, where are you going ?

Pavè. To my father's, Tommy, to my father's—To take care of the road,

-the common -the canal-the---In short, to secure your whole property


Pavè. Ah, Sir Charles, have you made out a list of promises ? In the course of five

yearsthat is, when I come to my estate, I'll think of you—Farewell, old What's-his-Name-Tommy, adieu! I retire with a handsome provision however. (Looks at contract, &c.)

Exit with Rosa. Sir Charles. Sir Thomas, what does that impudent fellow do here?

Sir Thomas. Impudent! why, do you know who he is?

Sir Charles. Yes; I know him to be an impostor—a rascal---And if he has got any thing from

Sir Thomas. Got any thing! he's got my

whole estate---Oh Lord !

Sir Charles. Pursue liim directly--- I'll go with you.

Sir Thomas. Oh dear! Come along---As for you, madam, depend on't, you shall still be Sir Charles's, and for that fellow..-Oh the villain ! I believe he's a poacher, and because he cou'dn't snare the game, he has stole the whole manor ! Come !

[Exit with Sir CHARLES.


Lady Henrietta. Ha ! ha! he's a delightful man, and as he has twice faved me from Sir Charles, 1 hope he'll do me the favour a third time---But now to Warford, and make his generous heart partake my joy.





SCENE I.--- A modern Apartment at Sir Tho

Mas's, a Window open and Balcony behind.

Enter Rosa.

Rofa. How unfortunate! To be retaken and separated from my dear Mr. Pavè.---(Goes to window and looks out.) Surely Hippy can't have forgot me---I dropt him a letter out of this window to carry to Mr. Pavè, in which I told him I was locked up, that he mightn't get the estate, but that I was ready to elope wich bim this very night---Dear! where can Hippy be?

Enter Hippy at the Window.

Hippy. Hush! is nobody here?
Rofa. Nobody.

Hippy. Odraten ! this is poaching with a vengeance---Well! I've seen Mr. Pavè and he'll carry you off--- he will ! here's his answer.

[Gives ber a letter. Rosa. (reads,) My dear girl.--that the con“ tract may be fulfilled, I'll be near the ladder " in an hour, and the signal shall be a noise at " the window---Your's ever---Pavè." Oh charming! charming! What, you came in at the balcony by a ladder?

Hippy. To be sure I did --Leave old Nick and I alone for fixing one---But I must return to the gentleman--.So, do you go and get ready, and when you hear the noise at the window, trip


down the ladder a tittup, a titrup, - tittup, as we said of the hare you know.

Rosa. I will! I will! But pray let the noise be loud enough.

Hippy. Loud ! Odraten! I'll smash every pane sooner than you shan't hear us-Depend on Nicky and I's doing our best-Good bye, Miss, and remember the noise. Rofa. Ay, I won't forget-Good bye.

[Exit Hippy at window. And now I'll go and get my hat and cloak—Sir Thomas is below with Mr. Latitat, and the electors of the borough-In the hurry of business, nobody'll think of our elopement-Oh! how I long for the noise at the window.



Latitat. So-stole off unobserved--- A fine quarreling below---The old justice wants Sir Charles to be the new member---The electors want a better man, and I, as returning officer, infift upon the same---But all depends upon Smallerade, he's at the head of the corporation, and as Sir Thomas has sent for him, I must over hear their conversation--- The fact is, the justice wants to outshoot the banker---the banker wants to outrun the justice---and the attorney wants to out-bowl them both ! Here they come !--- That I may be evidence of all that passes---I'll e’en let down this curtain---(lets down window-curtain and gets bebind it. So ! this is doing the thing genteelly !

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