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Guardy, if you would lend him two hundred pounds.

Flush. Two hundred pounds, child!

Gingham. Ay, two hundred pounds, father! Flugh. Who bid you speak, fir?-Why, Clara, in money matters there is an etiquette.

Clara. True: but this is your friend. Gingham. So it is, ma'ain: the man he has a great regard for.

Clara. And when you confider the charms of Mrs. Darnley, and the wants of her children—

Ginghan. He can't refufe, ma'am-indeed he don't intend it-and therefore as I fee he means to grant the favour, I'll fave him the trouble of putting his hand in his pocket-Here ma'am ! (taking out bank notes) here are two bank notes of a hundred each—they belong to Mr. Flushnow they belong to Mr.Darnley---(Flub gets in his way and prevents Clara's taking them)-he begs you'll give them to his friend-and prefent his compliments-and fay, he'll double the fum. Flub. Stand off-ftand off-or by heavens. I'll

Gingham. (Offering Clara the notes across his father) Double the fum, whenever called upon, ma'am.

Flush. Hold your tongue, or I'll knock it down your throat, firrah.-I fay, Clara, in the the way of bufinefs, I've no objection to do Mr. Darnley a fervice; that is, if I can make a profit by it-firft, he should fend me his note..

Clara. Here it is, fir. (Giving it to Flufb.) Flub. That's right-now we can proceedhere, fir-(Giving the note to Gingham.) take the note to my agent, and tell him to give Mr. Darnley thirty pounds-I can afford it. Gingham.

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Gingham. This is too bad-take in his own friend, and a man with a family. (afide.) Sir,-a word if you pleafe-I told you, we were all blown upon-now here's an opportunity for retrieving our reputation-lend him the two hundred pounds-prove, for once, we can behave like gentlemen, and hark'ye-we than't reach the top of the profeffion. (Putting up his neckcloth.) Flufb. This is beyond bearing-quit the room directly-'sdeath! leave my house, fir, begone!-I difinherit you-I

Clara. Lord!-why fo angry, guardian ? I'm fure he is a good young man, and as warm in his heart

Flub. Warm in his heart!-nonfenfe !-will he be warm in the funds? no-never-while he is fo candid-fo

Clara. Not while he is candid, fir? ́

Flufb. No-do you think I made my fortune by candour or openness; answer me, fir-did I ever get a fhilling by fpeaking the truthSpeak!

Gingham. (In a melancholy voice.) No, fir, I never faid you did-I know the contrary, fir; madam, I'm of a communicative difpofition, I own; but there are many fecrets of my father's I never blabb'd.

Flush. Are there, fir?

Gingham. Yes, that there are, fir.
Flush. I don't recollect them.

Gingham. Don't you? Why, now, did I ever mention, fir, that you got thefe pictures by fueing out execution? That you got that plate, by its being pawn'd to you for half its value; that you intrigue with a female money-lender; and that the last time you were made a bankrupt,

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you went to get your certificate figned in a new vis-a-vis did I, or will I ever mention these things?

Flub. Begone, fir—I'll never see you more— Yet, ftay-you have papers in your poffeffion; meet me in an hour's time at my agent's, firat Mr. Ready's. "

Gingham. Forgive me this once, father; I'll never let the cat out any more.

Flush. No, fir, I never will forgive youI am engaged, fir, and you know we great men are select in our company.

Gingham. Well, if it must be fo-farewell, father! the world is all before me, and what trade to follow, Heaven only knows. Good bye, madam-your fex will never befriend me, because I can't keep a fecret, you see.

Clara. I will befriend you, fir; for while there is fo much deception and hypocrify in the world, it would indeed be unjust not to approve fuch frankness and honefty. Guardy, let me intercede for him; I'll anfwer for his conduct.

Gingham. Ay; and if ever I mention ducking or fwindling again-There, you fee he's fix'd, ma'am.

Clara. At prefent he is, and therefore leave him; perhaps by the time you meet him at the agent's I fhall have talk'd him into good humour. Adieu depend on't, I fhan't forget your generous intentions.

Gingham. Nor fhall I, yours: and if Fortune fmiles on me, I'll prove that I deserve your kindness-If ever my father pardons-but I fee he's more and more angry, fo I take my leave. May every bleffing attend you-may you meet with a heart as liberal as your own-May your

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coufins' diftreffes vanifh-may your guardian once more value a fon, who can't help speaking the truth for the foul of him. [Exit. Clara. Upon my word he's a charming man! and pardon him you muft, Guardy, if it's only to please me.

Flufb. No-I'm determined.

Enter a Servant.

Servant. The dinner's ready.

Flush. Come, Clara, you fhall dine with me; I want to talk to you, and if I cou'd fee my joint guardian, Sir Paul

Clara. I met him at your door-he's only juft gone by.

Flush. Juft gone by! that's a mistake; for the old beau has been gone by these thirty years: however, come in-come, and eat and drink what you like. Call for burgundy, champagne, or tokay-Ay, call for tokay, at a guinea a pint; I can afford it, my dear ward, I can afford it.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE II.-The Crefcent and the furrounding country.

Enter Lady SARAH SAVAGE, and Sir GEORGE GAUNTLET.

Lady Sarah. Sir George, I own my weakness; the proud, the haughty Lady Sarah is humbled:" Darnley has enfnared my heart, and, one way or other, I must ensure his pity-Heigho! you are his friend, Sir George.

Sir George. You fee I am; and that he esteems me more than ever, is evident from his bringing Mrs. Darnley to my house---did you mind his orders to her?---take an airing, my dear, with Sir George in his phaeton! it will raise your fpirits, my love!Ha! ha! he abfolutely throws her into my arms.

Lady Sarah. Yes; but she abfolutely contrives to get out of them again.

Sir George. She does; and therefore, there is no way but the one I mentioned; we muft make Darnley jealous.

Lady Sarah. True :-I'll tell him that you love his wife.

Sir George. Nay, nay, not me-fix on fomebody elfe--we'll foon find an object, and then, by convincing him of her falfehood, he naturally turns his thoughts to another woman; which is you, you know---and she wanting a protector, confequently flies to another man, which is me, you know---we'll add the Signor to the confederacy.

Lady

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