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

Rofa. (to Pavè) I fay, while they're fettling the agreement I'll thew you my father's pic

ture.

it ?

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

Rofa. There behind the curtain! He's in his gown.

Pave. Gown-Robes you mean

fee.

-Let's

Lady Henrietta. Stop- fign the contract first.

Sir Thomas. Ay, fign first---There---there's my fignature. Signing)

Pavè. And mine! (figning.)

Rofa. And now, there's my dear father in his gown and caffuck.

[Undraws curtains of pictures, and difcovers a painting of Mr. Medium, the clergyman, in his gown and cassock---Pavè sees it, and stands ftupified.

Sir Thomas. Yes; there's old Medium---What furprizes you, fir?!

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

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

certainty

certainty in cafe of accidents-Come, Mifs 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 fhort, to fecure your whole property.

Enter Sir CHARLES DAZZLE.

Pavè. Ah, Sir Charles, have you made out a lift of promises? In the courfe of five yearsthat is, when I come to my eftate, I'll think of you-Farewell, old What's-his-Name-Tommy, adieu! I retire with a handsome provifion 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 impoftor-a rascal---And if he has got any thing from you

Sir Thomas. Got any thing! he's got my whole eftate---Oh Lord!

Sir Charles. Purfue him 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 fnare the game, he has ftole the whole manor ! Come!

[Exit with Sir CHARLES. Lady

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.

END OF ACT IV.

[Exit

ACT

ACT V.

SCENE I.---A modern Apartment at Sir THOMAS's, a Window open and Balcony behind.

Enter ROSA.

Rofa. How unfortunate! To be retaken and feparated 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 eftate, but that I was ready to elope with him this very night---Dear! where can Hippy be?

Enter HIPPY at the Window.

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

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

[Gives ber a letter.

Rofa. (reads,) "My dear girl---that the con"tract may be fulfilled, I'll be near the ladder " in an hour, and the fignal fhall 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 fure 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 noife at the window, trip

down

down the ladder a tittup, a tittup, we faid of the hare you know.

tittup, as

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

Hippy. Loud! Odraten! I'll fmafh every pane fooner than you fhan't hear us-Depend on Nicky and I's doing our best-Good bye, Mifs, 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.

Enter LATITAT.

[Exit.

Latitat. So-ftole off unobserved--- A fine quarreling below---The old juftice wants Sir Charles to be the new member---The electors want a better man, and I, as returning officer, infist upon the fame---But all depends upon Smalltrade, he's at the head of the corporation, and as Sir Thomas has fent for him, I muft over hear their converfation---The fact is, the juftice wants to outfhoot 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 paffes---I'll e'en let down this curtain---(lets down window-curtain and gets bebind it. So! this is doing the thing genteelly!