Enter CLARA SEDLEY-a basket of flowers is banging on her arm, and fhe is eating an apple.

Sir George. What, Clara!-been picking flowers my angel!-well!-I thought they had all died-all died from envy egad! ha! ha!excufe me I never laugh but at my own wit. Clara. Do you? then you laugh very feldom, I believe.

Sir George. No-very often: for I take the joke though nobody elfe does, ha! ha!-come Darnley-adieu Ladies-I'll not run away with him!- (Exit Darnley and Sir George.) Clara. What a coxcomb it is!-and if he wasn't a duellift into the bargain, I'd tell Mr. Darnley all my fufpicions-that I would-but he's fo fond of fighting, that I heard him fay, he once fent a man a challenge for wafering a letter instead of fealing it.-I wish he was gone.

Mrs. Darnley. Indeed fo do I, coufin-Mr. Darnley is fo chang'd fince he arriv'd-his ideas fo enlarg'd-he talks of vifiting at Savage House, of improving his fortune.

Clara. Fortune!-ay: and this morning he gave me his note for two hundred pounds, begging me to get one of my guardians to lend money upon it-his excufe was that his expences exceeded his income, and by his uncle's marriage with Lady Sarah Savage, all his expectations were ruined-Now, my life on't, this is all Sir George's doings-He has stole into our cottage like the Arch-fiend into paradise, and I won't eat another apple while he stays! (Throws away the apple fhe is eating.) Mrs. Darnley. Is Darnley then diftreffed?

Oh Clara!

Clara. Don't be unhappy-I fhall apply to both my guardians; Sir Paul and Mr. Flufh, they are now at Bath, and one way or other the Villa fhall flourish ftill-Lord! I fhall have plenty of money when I come of age, and I'll throw it all into the scale, and come and plant, fow, and reap with you and your hufband.

Mrs. Darnley. What give up the gaieties of London, coufin?

Clara. London! ay: I hate it-I once pafs'd a month there, but they hurried me fo from fight to fight, that in the bustle all places appear'd alike I faw no difference-And, if you'll believe me, one morning after feeing Weftminster Hall in term time, they took me infide Bedlam; and fo confus'd was I, that I didn't know the lawyers and their clients, from the keepers and their patients.

(Signor Cygnet without).

"Trompite, trompite tra!"

(Singing an Italian air.)

Mrs. Darnley. Who can this be?

Enter Signor CYGNET, Spying.

"Tra-tra-tra!"

(Singing.)

Clara. Blefs us!-What animal's this?

Mrs. Darnley. He has miftaken his way, I fuppofe Sir-(Signor don't regard her.) I beg pardon, Sir-but perhaps you don't know that this garden

Signor." Beviamo tutta trè!”—ah, ha !— les Demoiselles !-Ladies, à votre service.

Mrs.

(Curtfeying.)

Mrs. Darnley. Sir! Signor. I and the Honourable Mister Savage arrive last night-ce Matin I take a my little valk-fee your finall Chateau, and am fo enchanté with the fpectacle that-me voici !--[ honour you with my firft vifit-eh bien !-vat is your names?

Clara. Our names!-rather we fhould afk yours.

Signor. Mine-Diable !-do you not know me?

Clara. No-how fhould we?

Signor. Vat! not know I am Signor Cygnet -de firft Violin in Europe! de best compofer in de whole world!-de hufband of Signora Cygnet-de great finger at de opera-de profeffional-de Abbey-de-Marbleu !-and am I not myself?

Clara. No-I don't think you are yourself. Mrs. Darnley. And fo, Sir, you are on a visit at Mr. Savage's?

Signor. Oui-in my vay to Bath I condefcend to pass a few days there-Lady Sarah Savage, fhe love mufic, or pretend to lovevich is de fame ting you know-they entertain me comme çâ-give me good dinners, and take ticketts for mine and my vife's concert-mais there be two tings I don't like.

Clara. And what are they, Sir?

Signor. Vy Mifter Savage, he give me cold fuppers and fleep in the best bed himself-Now, begar!-I vill have hot suppers and de best bed, or elfe I take a my fiddle and promenez"Malbrouk s'en va, &c." (Singing.)-De grand Duke-O! de grand Duke-he never ufe me thus-never-jamais!

Clara.

Clara. The Grand Duke!

Signor. Oui-ven I was at Florence how you. tink he treat me? accoutez-he quarrel with all his Minifters-all but one!

Clara. And who was that one?

Signor. Me!-me he shake by the hand and go to my vife's benefit toût le même-de fame as ever!

Clara. [To Mrs. Darnley.] Upon my word, mufic seems fo important a fcience, that I think you had better let your little boy have fome leffons-it is neceffary for his educationisn't it, Signor?

Signor. Neceffaire !-ma foi: 'tis de only education now-a-days-never mind vat you call Latin and Greek-put de fiddle in his little hand and let him fcrape away! den he vill be great man-like me: and call for hot fupper and beft bed verever he go!

Mrs. Darnley. What! fhall I give up making a parfon of him, Clary?

Signor. Parfon !-pif!-vat is de parfon to de mufician?-he ride his old white horse-preach away at four or five churches, and vat he get? -forty pounds a year-Eh bien! I and my vife ride in vis-a-vis-fing only ven we like, and make five thoufand a year-ah ha! voila la difference!-Parfon !-begar! de blind fidler get more money!

Mrs. Darnley. More fhame for the country then, where foreign arrogance is fo rewarded, and gentlemanly merit fo infulted-come Clara

Re-enter

Re-enter Sir George GAUNTLET.

Sir George. Don't be alarmed, Mrs. Darnley; but I and your husband have just been present at an accident, that

Mrs. Darnley. An accident, fir!

Sir George. Yes: Lady Sarah Savage, who is one of thofe ladies call'd female phaetoneers,' was driving four in hand across the heath; the horses took fright, and ran away with her, when Darnley, with more gallantry than prudence, rode a-head of the unruly animals, and ftopt them on the edge of a precipice.

Mrs. Darnley. Heaven be prais'd !—and where is the lady, fir?

Sir George. My friend is conducting her to the villa, where he begs you'll inftantly join them. Mrs. Darnley. By all means-come

[To Clara. Clara. Signor, won't you affift your friend? Signor. Non-I am musician, not phyfician, and my head is fo full of de tune.

Clara. So full of de vapour, he means-like the infide of his own violin-come coufin-now isn't it a pity, that while we have butterfliesand bullfinches in the garden, we fhould be tormented with coxcombs and fiddlers-infects, adieu ! [Exeunt Clara and Mrs. Darnley. Sir George. Signor, I rejoice to see you; you have often aflifted me in my amours, and I now want your aid more than ever.

Signor. Eh bien !-my vife has a concert at Bath next week.

Sir George. Has fhe! then I'll give a dinner to fome Somersetshire bumpkins, and force off C a score