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Enter Mr. SAVAGE.

Savage. So, Savage-here's a pretty story buzz'd about !--they say that Darnley, the country 'squire, is lock'd up in your dressingroom! if this is true, you Jezebel

Lady Sarah. Scandalous brute !-but I don't wonder at it, you've had such a low, vulgar education.

Savage. I had an education !--well, that's more than ever you had !-but look’ye, Miss, no time must be loft; for if Sir Paul discovers your intriguing he'll break off the marriage, and we are ruin'd-yes; ruined, madam! (to Mrs. Darnley.) you and your infamous husband will make your own plots and mar mine—so I'll unkennel him.

Mrs. Darnley. Hold, sir-indeed he is not to blaine-he was betray'd into that room.

Lady Sarah. Betray'a!--nay, then I must confess, brother, that Mr. Darnley is there ; I dare fay he conceald himself on purpose to expose me to Sir Paul--nay, I am sure of it now.

Suvage. (looking thro' the key-hole.) I see him through the key-hole—the rafcals in disguise ! (Enter tvo servants.) John, call up the club-unloose the houndstell the whole house to prepare for quizzing-quizzing, you rogue.

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Sir Paul, dress’d in Lady SAVAGE's Great

Coat, &c. opens the door, endeavours to escape, but meeting Mr.Savage retires again directly.

Savagem John, open the back-door, and thew the disguis'd gentleman out of the house directly -go-and as for you, Mrs. Darnley

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DARNLEY

DARNLEY enters, and Mrs. DARNLEY, Lady

Sarah, and Savage, stand astonished.

Savage. Confufion !— Darnley!

Mrs. Darnley. Is he then innocent ? --Oh Harry! (Embracing him.)

Lady Sarah. Amazing! why, who was that wretch in my coat, hat, and tippet?

Darnley. No less a gentleman than Sir Paul Perpetual-Clara told me the whole story—he put on that disguise to avoid the snares that were laid for him, and he has ere this left the house, determined to break off an union, that would have undone me and my family-Lady Sarah, I entreat your pardon ; but here (taking Mrs. Darnley by the hand.) here is my apology.

Re-enter Servant.

Serv. Sir, I have shewn the disguis'd gentleman down stairs. Srage. Go to the devil with you.—

[Kicks the servant off. Lady Sarah. Brother ! Savage. Sister!

Lady Sarah. We are the fools that are outwitted.

Savage. Yes: we've turn'd out the wrong man-but let's pursue and overtake him instantly; come,-'lquire, I insist you leave my house directly; and as to you, Miss-if I catch the young gentleman, I'll have some sport, I'm determined—I'll turn you both loose amongst the hounds below, and the Club shall decide, whe

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'ther old P. isn't the prettiest looking female of the two!

[Exit with Lady Sarah. Darviley. I resolved, Maria, to meet any censure, rather than give a pang to such a heart as yours; but let us be gone

Mrs. Darnley. Ay: let us return to our villa, nor ever wander more.

Darnley. No—not yet, Maria.
Mrs. Darnley. Not yet!

Darnley. No-I have a plan to execute—Sir George, my best of friends, has invited us both to his aunt's house at Bath, and is now waiting without to conduct us.

Mrs. Darnley. Do not go! let me entreat you! do not-I have a thousand fears.

Darnley. Nay, nay: he will introduce us to friends, who can render us effential service; come-come-indulge me—the society will be pleasant, and unlike this ill-bred scene

Mrs. Darnley.Well! if it must be fo-Ah, Harry! I have now pass'd hours in the humble and exalted scenes of life, and I find that good brecding is confin'd to no rank or situation! it consists in good sense, and good humour; and I believe we may fee as large a share of it under the roof of the cottage, as in the splendid manfions of the great!

[Exeunt.

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END OF ACT II.

ACT III.

SCENE I. - A superb room in Flush's house;

bandsome fideboard of Plate-Piclures in elegant frames-gilded chairstwo servants in fine liveries, putting silver coffee pot, tea urn, &c. on the table for breakfast, a third servant fbewing in READY.

Enter READY.

Ready. Tell your master, his agent defires to see him.

Servant. Sir, Mr. Flush is hardly drcft yet.
Ready. Not up !---why it's two o'clock.

Servant. Very likely, fir--my master seldom rises sooner-besides he gave a grand supper last night; all the first people in Bath were present, fir.

Ready. Well! well! tell him Mr. Ready is here. (Servant exit.) Now isn't it amazing that a man who was only twelve years ago clerk to a lottery-office-keeper in London, should be so rich, and so visited. And how has he done all this? how, but by the modern mystery of moneylending !-by opening a shop in the city for linens, gauzes, and muslins—by keeping a fine house near Bond-street, and another in Bath. His fon manages in London, and I here; while he, by not appearing, is every where noticed and respected.

Flush. (without.) James ! Thomas! tell the cook to send a plan of my dinner.

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Ready. He's such an epicure! and he, who formerly could scarcely get necessaries, is now not fatisfied with luxuries.

Flush enters with two servants. Flush. (fits.) Ha! Ready! how 'd'ye do, Ready?

Ready. Sir! (bowing.)

Flus. Sit down, Ready-fit down. (Ready fits.) well! how go on money matters?

Ready. I have alter'd the advertisement as you desir'd, and inserted it in the Bath and Bristol papers.

Flush. Read it-read it. (Takes up a pine apple on the breakfast-table.) You scoundrels! (to the servants.) is this a pine apple for a gentleman? buy a larger; buy one if it costs ten pounds; I can afford it-read, Ready, read.

Ready. (reading a newspaper.) Money mat“ ters.—The nobility, gentry, ladies of fashion, “ officers of rank, bankers, &c. may be fecretly « accommodated with money to any amount, on “ personal security only, by applying to P. O. Holly Street, Bath-No.93.

Flush. Excellent! well! does the trap fill? have you caught any birds ?

Ready. Plenty ; plenty of pigeons already; (takes out bis pocket-book.) here, here's a note for five hundred-left by a dashing young parson I think it's good.

Flujb. (looking at it.) It is-treat him well; give him value; I can afford it.

Ready. Value ! but in what manner, sir?

Flush. (rifing.) Oh! pay him in the old way, Ready; first, give him my draft at a week for

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