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Enter SMALLTRADE and Sir THOMAS. Sir Thomas. Don't---don't talk of that importor---I have fecured Rosa as a hostage, and if he don't marry her, the contract's void---So, as we're alone---(fast’ning door.) Sit down---Sit down, and let's talk about the election. (They fit.)

Smalltrade. I shou'd like to have seen you counting your fingers, securing the common, the canal, and the powder-mills---And then to have seen the blow up! Oh! you've a fine round head! And what wou'd you do with the canal ?

Sir Thomas. What! I'd secure the borough by it: for if the electors didn't do as I wish'd, I'd open the suices and inundate the whole town ---You cari only lay them under contribution, but, dam’me, I can lay them under water,--You see, old friend, if Sir Charles is the new member I have promised to marry him to Lady Henrietta---Now, the first thing he wants, is to get your intereft.

Smalltrede. And the next thing is to take my principal, I suppose---Oh, I know him of old--The fellow hasn't a guinea---unless indeed, he's kept the one I lost at Faro---No, no; I want some good citizen, and I told Latitat our returning officer, to find one.

Sir Thomas. Yes; but Sir Charles is the only candidate, and therefore--

(Loud rattling at the window, LATITAT pops

his bead out from behind curtain, and on SMALLTRADE's looking round puts it back.]

Smalltrade. What's that noise ?

Sir Thomas. Nothing but the wind shaking the windows--- Therefore I say, as Sir Charles and the electors are below, let's go and talk to them. (rising.)

Smelltrade. Softly---mind you're not tricked again---For that Lattitat is such a dirty shuffling rascal. [Loud rattling again, Latitat pops bis head

out, on SMALLTRADE's looking round, puts

it back again.] Smallırade. Now, what the devil's that noise ?

Sir Thomas. 'Tis the wind I tell you---It's always so when its easterly---Do, let's go directly to the electors.

Smalltrade. Ay, there's no talking business in this room---So, leave me to manage Latitat--I'm a match for a lawyer.

Sir Thomas. Are you? Then you're a match for any thing---I hate 'em all.

Smalltrade. So do I---And I'll tell you what, Sir Thomas---instead of giving me a day's sport on your manor, only get me a day's shooting in Westminster-Hall, and if I don't wing and pep. per the whole breed, say I'm no marksman, and Latitat's no rascal.

(Exeunt. Latitat. (puts his head out.) Upon my soul I'm very much obliged to you---(comes from bebind.) A very pleasant situation ! Abused before my face, and pelted behind my back!

Enter Rosa in ber Hat and Cloak.

Rosa. I've just heard the noise at the window, and now --ha!

Latitat. Oho! the mystery's out---an intrigue, heh? This is the best part of the election, and

as they can't make the return without me, I may as well be a party in this cause-Here I am, my dear.

Rosa. Sir! Heavens ! who are you ?

Latitat. Me! the prettiest fellow living! I'm a member of ten clubs, and wear twenty different uniforms-Initials on one button, arrows on another-brushes on a third--feathers on a fourth-Then I won the beugle-horn, got sixty notches, rode five races, ow'd ten thousand pounds—liv'd within the rules-did the thing genteelly ! Roja. And has Mr. Pavè fent


sir ? Latitot. Pave. [Here Pavè puts his head out from behind

curtain.) Rosa. I think it's very hard he didn't come him dlf.

Letitat. Pavè! That's the man I pass’d on as Lord Sulvin! Zounds! if it should be himHowever, I won't lose the girl.—Come, my angel! (aking her band.)

Rosa. Lord, fir, how am I to know Mr. Pure is your friend ?

Latrict. How? I'll tell you—Every body knows?ly way of growing rich, is by never pav.n. what I borrow, and notwithstanding this, P. vèlent me a thotind pounds! Now, wasn't thái frundly? Se, l'il peep at this door to see if any budy's watching, and then (goes to Stage door.)

Pavè comes forward. Pavè. (to Rosa.) My dear girl, descend the ladder-Your friends will protect you 'till I

[Exit Rosa at window.



Latitat. (looking round.) Nobody's near us, my sweet angel

Pavè. Isn't there, my dear lord? So, stiil doing the thing gentee'ly, my boy.

Latitat. Ah, Mr. Pavè, I assure you, I am most happy to pay my respects to you. (bows.)

Pavè. (bowing ) And I assure you I fall be more happy, if you'll pay me my thousand pounds—(collaring him.) Give me my money, or get me preferr'd.

Latitat. Now don't-pray don't expose mehere in the country I havn't pass'd for a lord.

Pavè. For what then, fir ? (shaking him.)

Latitat. For a gentleman. (Pavè soakes him more.) I'm Returning Officer of the borough.

Parè. What (Letiing him go.)

Latitar. I'm Returning Officer I say, and as the election takes place in a few hours.

Pavè. My dear fellow, I ask you a thousand pardons-- In the first place, i didn't know there was an election, and in the next, I little thought you cou'd so essentially aslist---Excuse me, Mr. Latitat--- Lord Sulwin I mean.

Latitat. Oh, sir, you are too kind.

Pavè. Not at all---} {ow has your health been since I saw you? I recollect you had a fuperb equipage---four fine błys---I hope they're all well--- And so, there's an election, my lord.

Latitat. There is, fir; and if any friend of your's is a candidate.

Pavè. There's the point, my lord--- I do know a gentleman, a very clever gentleman !--- Don't think of that little debt you owe me! And as we're alone---harkye---(whispers him.) Latitat. You a candidate !

Pavè. Why not? I'm heir to an estate of fix thousand a year, was near being son to Mr. What's-his-name, and have a list of promises as long as the borough. So do, pray do the thing genteelly.

Latitat. I've a great mind---it would be serving those two'old blockheads as they deserve--Gad I will ! Give me your hand.

Pavè. Will you?
Latitat. Hush ! here's Smalltrade.
Pavè. What, old certificace ?

Latitat. Stand alide---For as his interest turns the scale, we must dupe him into our scheme.-Mum ! Not a word.

[Pavè being in a travelling great coat, muffles

bimself, and draws his bat over his face, ke stands aside, and SMALLTRADE enters.

Latitat. So, Mr. Smalltrade---Sir Charles is to be our new member.

Smalltrade. Yes, Lati--- ; for want of a better---Ah! I wish we cou'd have found another candidate ! Latitat. Another candidate, sir !

(Looks round at Pavè, who bows to bin. Smallırade. Ay; some good citizen---That wou'd have given us grand corporation dinners, built a new town-hall---thrown a bridge over the river, and put all his money in my bank.

Latitat. Come here---Look behind you.
Smalltrade. Look behind me !

Latitat. You see that gentleman---He's the son of

Alderman Double. Smallırade. Alderman Double! What, the great London brewer?


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