Savage. No-not now-but if he makes you his wife, it may be neceffary he should, learn,I fay, ma'am, that was a ftraight one-wasn't it.

Mrs. Darnley. Indeed I don't know, fir -Wou'd Mr. Darnley were here!-I am unequal to their fociety; but from the little I have learnt, I think one hour of domeftic life worth all this new unintelligible scene.

Savage, Hark'ye: (to Lady Sarah,) here's a letter from the old beau, Sir Paul-he is coming to Bath, and can only stay one day with us, in his way; but as people of quality are not always people of quantity you know, he fhan't ftir, till the marriage is effected-mum !-I'll keep him clofe

Enter DARNLEY.

Savage. Ha! fquire!-come Mrs. Darnley; (takes her by the band.) I'll drive you and your pretty coufin

Mrs. Darnley. Sir, I am unus'd to vifiting; unfit

Savage. Nonfenfe!-I never take an excuse when I afk people to my house, I make them go when I like stay while I like, and behave as I like-fo come along-fquire mind you don't fnap the reins; and d'ye hear; as my fifter is rather lame-only just recover'd from the gout

Lady Sarah. The gout !-how dare you, fir? Savage. What do you deny it?-do you difown having been cur'd by a quack doctor, and returning him thanks in all the papers?

Lady Sarah Savage informs Dr. Panacea, that "his alagaronic antifpafinodonic tincture, has "entirely remov'd the gout from the extremi

<ties, and he now hunts, fhoots, eats and "drinks more freely than ever!"-now isn't it a shame, ma'am? between them, they plunder both the patient and the phyfician.-The quack cheats the doctor of his fee, and the woman robs the man of his gout.

[Exit with Mrs. DARNLEY. Lady Sarah. Oh, Mr. Darnley !-I am fo glad you're going to Savage houfe-'twill be fuch a relief-come-I'll appoint you my rural Cicisbeo-my guardian fhepherd-you fav'd my life, and I won't let you die for me, I am determin'd!

[Exeunt.

END OF ACT I.

ACT

1

ACT II.

SCENE I.-The Honourable Mr. SAVAGE's Park and Garden-a Canal with a Vessel on it-a Bridge-a Temple furrounded with Weeping Wil lows at the Wing a Portico and Steps leading to the Houfe.

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Enter DARNLEY and Sir GEORGE GAUNTLET from the Portico.

Sir George. Why now indeed you are an alter'd man?

Darnley. I am-I am-the wine-the fcene -the company-has fo transported me, that I begin to think I'm not quite fober, Sir GeorgeI do indeed.

Sir George. No wonder at it-you've led the life of a reclufe and every new fcene dazzles you -you are like a nun escap'd from a convent.

Darnley. No-more like a Friar in one-at leaft if I may judge by my eating and drinkingBut my friend-this is a glorious place, and I begin to think I've liv'd too long out of the world-coop'd up in a cottage-buried in a farm-What did I know of life and all its pleafures?

, Sir George. Ay: what indeed ?-in town-and Savage-houfe is the fame thing you fee; for they always bring London into the country with them

but Lady Sarah, Darnley-I faw you at dinner;-she gave you fuch affectionate looks. Darnley. Fie! fie Sir George-you forgetI am a married man.

Sir George. A married man!-what then!

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Darnley

ties, and he now hunts, fhoots, eats and "drinks more freely than ever!"-now isn't it a fhame, ma'am? between them, they plunder both the patient and the phyfician.-The quack cheats the doctor of his fee, and the woman robs the man of his gout.

[Exit with Mrs. DARNLEY. Lady Sarah. Oh, Mr. Darnley !I am fo glad you're going to Savage houfe-'twill be fuch a relief-come-I'll appoint you my rural Cicisbeo-my guardian fhepherd-you fav'd my life, and I won't let you die for me, I am determin'd!

[Exeunt.

END OF ACT I.

ACT

ACT II.

SCENE I. The Honourable Mr. SAVAGE's Park and Garden-a Canal with a Veffel on it-a Bridge-a Temple furrounded with Weeping Wil "lows at the Wing a Portico and Steps leading to the Houfe.

Enter DARNLEY and Sir GEORGE GAUNTLET from

the Portico.

Sir George. Why now indeed you are an alter'd man?

Darnley. I am-I am-the wine-the fcene -the company-has fo transported me, that I begin to think I'm not quite fober, Sir GeorgeI do indeed.

Sir George. No wonder at it-you've led the life of a reclufe and every new fcene dazzles you -you are like a nun efcap'd from a convent.

Darnley. No-more like a Friar in one-at leaft if I may judge by my eating and drinkingBut my friend-this is a glorious place, and I begin to think I've liv'd too long out of the world-coop'd up in a cottage-buried in a farm-What did I know of life and all its pleafures ?

Sir George. Ay: what indeed ?-in town-and Savage-houfe is the fame thing you fee; for they always bring London into the country with them -but Lady Sarah, Darnley-I faw you at dinner ;-she gave you fuch affectionate looks.

Darnley. Fie! fie Sir George-you forget

I am a married man.

Sir George. A married man!-what then!