Latitat. The fame---He wishes to become a candidate

Smalltrade. Does he? That's the very thing--I'll go and talk to him

Latitat. Softly---He has been travelling all night, and has got a violent pain in his face---I tell you what---I'll fettle terms with him, and if you've a mind, we'll chouce Sir Thomas.

Smalltrade. Chouce Sir Thomas! Ay do, you've my confent.

Latitat. Have I? Then I'll take him and return him at once---Come Mr. Double---Mr. Smalltrade will excuse you're not speaking.

Smalltrade. You'll fettle it with Mr. Latitat. Ay, I wish the pain in your face better with all my foul---(Pavè nods and makes figns of paying handfomely with his bands.) Senfible foul! How well he understands the bufinefs---Take him, Lati, and I'll go and detain the two Baronets 'till the return's over---Good day, Mr. Double.

Latitat. If this isn't doing the thing genteelly, the devil's in't. [Exit with Pavè. Smalltrade. There goes the young Alderman ---Poor Sir Charles! poor old Roundhead! Oh! if I was such a ftupid blockhead! But I don't know how it is---we country bankers are never impofed upon.

[Exit.

SCENE

SCENE II.--Infide of Sir THOMAS's Garden.--Garden Gate in the back Scene.

Enter Lady HENRIETTA.

Lady Henrietta.

(reading.)

"The tender pair, whom mutual favours

bind,

"Love keeps united, though my Alps disjoin'd;

"To paffion ill return'd fhort bounds are

fet,

"The lover that's forgotten will forget."

And what have I to do with that? As I was never in love, I can never forget---And yet it's very odd I fhou'd just hit on that paffage--Heigho! I wonder where Mr. Warford is.

Enter WARFORD.

Bless me, fir! you take one fo by furprize---I thought I fhou'd never fee you again.

Warford. And now, madam, you see me for the last time.

Lady Henrietta. The last time!

Warford. Yes; Sir Charles has crush'd all my hopes of happiness, and I have prevail'd on my uncle to let me leave England for ever.

Lady Henrietta. Leave England! Oh, I beg your pardon, fir---You can't do that. Warford. No, madam!

Lady Henrietta. No, fir---you recollect you and I must fettle accounts firft, for you don't

suppose

fuppofe I'll let you be out of my fight while I owe you an obligation! A pretty thing indeed! To lend a lady a thousand pounds, and then go abroad and compel her to come after you to repay you.

Warford. Lady Henrietta, I am miferableI have lived under the fame roof with a treasure I now fee given to another! But I alone am to blame It was presumption, in my humble fituation, to aspire to fuch excellence, and I now meet the reward my arrogance deferves. (going.)

Lady Henrietta. Stay, Mr. Warford-Just let me fet you right about one thing. There are people, fir, that can diftinguish merit in obfcurity-Nay, can admire it too-I for inftance now, can perceive, that while I poffefs nothing from rank and birth, you gain every thing from virtue and honour,

Warford. This language overpowers meAnd if I thought I was even pitied

Lady Henrietta. Pitied! Oh, Mr. Warford, doesn't the man who fhunn'd me in the hours of diffipation, and returned to me in the day of diftrefs, deserve something more than pity!-Yes; --and as this is the last time we fhall ever meet, let me avow my gratitude---my esteem! Let me be proud to tell you, that had I my own choice, I wou'd give my hand where my heart has been long difpos'd of.

Warford. Is it poffible? Can the humble, deferted Warford be fo bleft?

Lady Henrietta. You deferve every thing, fir--But, go, go, and be happy---Find out fome fair who may return your love, nor ever think of one fo loft, fo wretched as myself! K

Warford.

Warford. I cannot leave you thus! I'll fee your uncle, appeal to his humanity! Nay, you are not Sir Charles Dazzle's yet.

Enter Mifs DAZZLE.

Mifs Dazzle. No---but fhe will be presently This is your laft tête à tête I affure you.

Lady Henrietta. Is Sir Charles elected then? Mifs Dazzle. He is---What, you thought if he loft the election, you wou'd lofe him.

Lady Henrietta. Certainly, madam---I knew Sir Thomas defign'd me for the fuccefsful candidate, and you'll pardon me--if I could have chofen a dearer reprefentative than your brother.

[Huzza without and Mufic. Mifs Dazzle. There! do you hear those acclamations? Now, Mr. Warford, you may take leave of the charming Henrietta, and make your bow to my fifter, Lady Dazzle.

Warford. Ungenerous woman! Is it not enough to triumph.

[More buzzaing without.

Enter Sir THOMAS ROUNDHEAD.

Sir Thomas. There! It's all over-Sir Charles is elected, and I've at laft got a fenator for my heir! Mifs Dazzle, I give you joy.

Mifs Dazzle. And I give you joy, Sir Thomas,---and you, Lady Henrietta--and you Mr. Warford---Come, fhall we go and see the proceffion?

Sir Thomas. Certainly---Exit (Mifs DAZZLE.) Niece, do you wait here to receive your husband, Sir Charles Dazzle.

Warford.

Warford. This is beyond bearing---Sir Thomas, hear me.

Sir Thomas. I'll hear nothing---Henrietta, wait to receive the new member.

Enter SMALLTRADE,

Smalltrade, Now, where are you going? Sir Thomas. To congratulate Sir Charles on his election, to be fure.

Smalltrade. Are you? then you may as well stay where you are.

Sir Thomas. Why fo, old Smalltrade?

Smalltrade. I'll tell you, old Roundhead---he has loft the election..

Omnes, Loft the election!

Smalltrade. Yes; the young alderman has it--Double's the man!

Sir Thomas, Double's the man!

Smalltrade. Yes, it's all my doing-..Now how foolish you look---I fay, your worship, doesn't this remind you of counting your fingers? Oh, you old flat!

Sir Thomas. Why, what is all this? And who the devil's Double?

Smalltrade. A great brewer and the fon of an alderman! Latitat found him out, and has managed the whole business himself? Now, an't you prettily outwitted? And won't you allow that a banker's head is twice as deep as a justice's ?

Sir Thomas. Hold your tongue, or

Smalltrade. Curfe me, but if I thought I fhou'd ever be fuch an old flat as you, if I wou'dn't build powder mills on purpofe to blow myself up in !--- (Mufic without.)---Here he is!

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