Flush. Your pardon, ma'am, if I had lived with people of rank, I had not been a monied man-the fact is, I touch cash wherever I can, and Sir Paul has brib'd me fo handfamely, that I have fold my confent-I have fold my ward as well as my fon, and for this plain reason-I can afford it. Sir Paul. Clary, take his hand, my girl. (Giv ing her to Gingham.) The dog has on odd way of fpeaking his mind, but instead of checking him, encourage him; many a man only wants to be told of his errors to correct them, and that is my cafe Gingham. Your cafe, Sir? Sir Paul. Yes, my boy-fince you talked of felf-gratification bringing tears of pleasure into my eyes, I refolv'd to try the experiment-I determin'd to retrench my expences, to fell my hounds, difpofe of my ftud, and fee if I could not lay out my money on rational and folid pleasures; in beftowing happiness on two as innocent and injur'd creatures as ever exifted! Enter Mr. and Mrs. DARNLEY. Sir Paul. Niece, your hand-Darnley, forgive what's paft, and henceforth if I don't prove a friend to you, tell that fon of mine to speak his mind to me-tell him to take another two hundred pounds out of my pocket.; nay, difperfe my whole property-any thing, fo you don't drink "Confufion to a ftingy old uncle!" Mrs. Darnley. Sir, we owe every thing to your fon-he has been our pilot through the ftorms of fashion, and if he now fecures to us independence and our cottage 1 Sir Paul. Independence and a cottage! 'Slife! you fhall have affluence, and a farm as large as Salisbury Plain-I'll come and fee you every fummer! ay, for fixty years to come !-odsheart! they fay I'm like an old Volcano, burnt out! but it's a mistake-I'm like an Egyptian lamp that flames for ever!-A'nt I, my boy? Gingham Muft I fpeak truth father?-mum! Darnley. (To Sir Paul.) You have made me the happiest of men, Sir Paul; but you must excufe me when I fay, that your fon has the first and greatest claim Gingham. Nay, coufin; if you knew me half as well as I know myself, you would find I have as many faults as any of you.-But come, let's adjourn from this vulgar fafhionable scene, and while they drink one toaft, we'll give another -May manners mafculine no more deface The charms that conftitute each female grace. To man be bold and daring fchemes confin'd, Woman for fofter paflions was defign'd, And by meek virtue-to fubdue mankind! 1. The DRAMATIST, a Comedy; by Mr. REYNOLDS, Price 1s. 6d. 2. NOTORIETY, a Comedy; by Ditto. Is. 6d. 5. WERTER, a Tragedy, by Ditto. Is. 6d. 25. rs. 6d. 7. WILD OATS, a Comedy; by Mr. O'KEEFE. 9. SPRIGS OF LAUREL, a Comic Opera, in Two Acts; by 10. HARTFORD BRIDGE, an Operatic Farce, in Two Acts; by Mr. PEARCE. IS. 11. The MIDNIGHT WANDERERS, a Comic Opera, in Two Acts; by Ditto. IS. 12. NETLEY ABBEY, an Operatic Farce, in Two Acts; by Ditto IS. 13. ARRIVED AT PORTSMOUTH, an Opera, by Do. Is. 14. WINDSOR CASTLE, an Opera, performed in Honour of the Marriage of His Royal Highnefs the Prince of Wales; by Ditto. With an elegant Vignette. 1s. 6d. 15. The MAID of NORMANDY; or, The DEATH of the QUEEN OF FRANCE, a Tragedy; by Mr. EYRE, late of Pembroke College, Cambridge. Is. 6d. 16. CONSEQUENCES; or, The SCHOOL for PREjudice, a Comedy; by Ditto, Is. 6d. 17. The SECRET TRIBUNAL, a Play; by Mr. BoAden. 2s. 18. The TOWN BEFORE YOU, a Comedy; by Mrs. COWLEY. 2s. 19. The MYSTERIES OF THE CASTLE, an Opera; by M. P. ANDREWS. 2S. 20. CROTCHET LODGE, a Farce; by Mr. HURLSTONE. IS. 21. The IRISHMAN IN LONDON, a Farce; by Mr. M'Ready. 1s. 22. ZORINSKI, a Play; by Mr. Morton. 28. 23. WAY TO GET MARRIED, a Comedy; by Ditto. 25. 25. LOCK AND KEY, a Farce; by Mr. HOARE. IS. A COMEDY, IN FIVE ACTS, AS IT IS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRE ROYAL, COVENT GARDEN. By FREDERICK REYNOLDS. A NEW EDITION. LONDON: PRINTED FOR T. N. LONGMAN AND O. REES, NO. 39, PATERNOSTER-ROW, Enter FLUSH. Flufb. You knave !-if I catch you-how, has he left the tavern?-Ah, Sir Paul !—pray, Sir, have you seen any thing of my fon? Sir Paul. I know nothing of your son, fir. Flufb. He has been diftributing my propertygiving away my money, Sir Paul. Sir Paul. 'Gad! My fon has been doing me the fame favour. Flub. Ay, fir; but my fon has fwindled me out of two hundred pounds. Sir Paul. That's the exact fum my fon has fwindled me out of-fo let's shake hands and cry for joy! Flush. Well, well-I can afford it—but, Sir Paul, there is only one way he can make me retribution-you've heard of our ward's copper mines, and though you have only known me as a private gentleman, and I you as joint guardian-yet I think you will confent to her marrying the man I propose. Sir Paul. And pray, who may the gentleman be?-not the Honourable Mr. Savage, I hope, for he has no property but my two racers. Flufb. No-no-my fon-my rogue of a fon-will you agree? Sir Paul. Why I would with pleasure, only- Sir Paul. I mean to propofe my rogue of a fon. Flub. Your fon!-why how came you by a fon?-but to the point-my boy has won her heart, Sir Paul. Sir Paul. So has mine too, Mr. Flush. Flufb. |