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sure: but, Lord help you she and I are old

Gingham. What! you know her ? do you?
Flus. Know her;—why I'll take my oath she's

a woman.

Gingham. He'll take hịs oath !-Oh then I see my error-she's on the pavé, discarded; and they want to palm her on me.

Fluß. Fool !_would you make more blunders! can't you tell a woman of fashion from a

? Gingham. No-there it is, fir,-if women of fashion will talk and dress like women of ano-, ther description, who the devil can tell one from the other? and if, likewise, they will hunt, Thoot, and fence, and prefer masculine assurance to feminine diffidence, is it amazing, that a gentleman should confound the fexes? however, I'm glad it's not a man.

Flus. Come—come—without further enquiry, give me Darnley's note ; the one Clara brought; the comical dog there, as you call her, is in love with Darnley, and wants to hold the bill as a rod over his head : I fall only ask her one hundred pounds premium for it.

Gingham. (Taking the note out of his pocket book.) Only a hundred premium ! heh!

Flush. No; I can afford it: and she, by arresting him, can make her own terms--you understand!

Gingham. Perfectly; so I'll few her the note, and make peace--(goes towards Miss Savage, who is still sitting.)-madam-lady.

Lady Sarah. Pahaw! don't come near me, brute.


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Gingham. I am convinc'd of my mistake, ma'am—this gentleman will take his oath on the subject, and therefore-in hopes of making amends-here is a note, my lady; a note of Mr. Darnley's for two hundred pounds.

Lady Sarah. What did you say, fir?
Gingham. A note of Mr. Darnley's, ma'am.

Lady Sarah. (Looking at it.) Soitis; fign'd with his own dear hand-(rises.)—well, now I look at you again, fir, I'm quite asham'd of our filly mifunderstanding-I am indeed-he! he! perhaps it was my fault--nay-I dare say it was and so, that's Mr. Darnley's note, is it?

Gingham. It is, and now I recollect, wasn't the lady I conducted from the play, his wife ?

Lady Sarah. It was—but entre nous—what's the price of that foolish bit of paper ?

Flush. Only three hundred pounds! one hundred for the premium, and two for the principal.

Lady Sarah. Here is the money, then.

Gingham. (Putting his hand on hers.) Softly; keep the principal, because you'll both want it, and as to the note, I'll keep that, left fomebody else should want it! (putting it in his pocket.) you brought me up to the trade, and if I haven't learnt a trick or two, Mr. Flush, it's no fault of yours.

Flush. What! would you turn swindler, you rascal?

Lady Sarah. Ay, this is a new mode of getting money.

Ginghan. No-not so very new-is it Mr. Flush?--however, as the wife is the only person that ought to have a pow'r over the hulband,

I'll e’en go instantly to Mrs. Darnley, and give it her.


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Darnley. ( fiercely.) What, fir ?

Ging bam. A note for two hundred pounds, sir, -have you any objections ? never mind the loss of the premium, Mr. Flush-you can afford

know-adieu !-Mr. Bluff, (To Darnley, 'who is frowning:) your servant-it wouldn't do you comical dog, it wouldn't do !

(Shewing Lady Sarah Savage the note, and exit.)

Darnley. (To Lady Sarah Savage.) 'Sdeath!-this is the very man you told me of.

Lady Sarah. Ay, now can you want further proof of his attachment to your wife ?-I'll leave it to any body :-isn't it evident, Mr. Flush?

Flush. His giving her two hundred pounds is a strong circumstance, to be sure—but then, when I recollect the money is mine, and not his

Darnley. What then, fir ?

Flush. Why then, I think, the lady ought to be in love with me, and not him, fir.

Darnley. I'll set out for London, and never see her more--yet no-I'll be satisfied-I'll know the worst.—I'll instantly pursue this new found idol of her heart, and if I catch him in her presence

Lady Sarah. Kill him for a wretch, who can't distinguish the human species, isn't fit to live-come-I'll


Flush. So will I-but pray don't kill him,
till I've got my papers.


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Lady Sarah. Nay, don't fret about it, Mr. Darnley—you shall return with me to Savagehouse-come-never think of going to London at this time of year—it's fo thin—all the great houses are lock'd up, and there's no making a fashionable party; is there, Mr. Flush ?

Flush. Your pardon, ma’am-I and my attorney can always collect a fashionable party, and if the great houses are lock'd up, why there are great people in lock-up-houses, so don't be afraid of finding good company, Mr. Darnley!



LET's House.

Sir GEORGE, and a servant, meeting. Servant. Sir, Sir! Mrs. Darnley is coming here to look for some books.

Sir George. That's fortunate : did you deliver my message to her, and her husband?

Servant. I did, fir; I told them you were gone out of town, and would not return till to-mor


Sir George. Very well! then, in case of accident, leave open the private door that leads behind the library. (Servant opens a door that leads behind the library.) A man of intrigue should always have a place to lay fnug in, and where is he so little likely to be discover'd, as amongst works of study and reflection ? Here she is !

mind we're not interrupted. (Servant exit-Sir George retires towards the Library.)

Enter Mrs. DARNLEY.

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Mrs. Darnley. Will Mr. Darnley never be convinc'd of this friend's hypocrisy: he is so credulous, that he even now places more confidence in him, than ever : I'm glad Sir George is out of town—I can at least país another hour in peace, and-(going towards the Library, Sir George meets her.)

Sir George. Don't be alarm’d, Mrs. Darnley; I'm only a living volume, and if you will peruse my thoughts, you'll read of nothing but yourself-you are engraved here in indelible letters, upon iny honour.

Mrs. Darnley. Sir, I was informid-but this is no time for parleying-alone and unprotected! (going ; Sir George stands in her way.)

Sir George. Nay, you know I have long professed a regard for you; long thought you the finest woman on earth! and as a proof, didn't I offer you my hand, before my friend

Mrs. Darnley. Friend ! call him by some other name, Sir George, and don't profane such honourable terms.

Sir George. Why, isn't he my friend? havn't I so completely gain’d his affections, that he wishes me to win yours? does he not bring you here-to my house ?-leave me tête-a-tête with you ? and in every respect prove so kind, so obliging

Mrs. Darnley. Hold, fir—if he has exposed me to insults, I am the person to accuse him-not K


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