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Fluß. Your pardon, ma'am, if I had lived with people ofrank, I had not been a monied man–the fact is, I touch cash wherever I can, and Sir Paul has brib'd me so handsomely, that I have sold my consent-I have sold my ward as well as my son, and for this plain reason–I can afford it.

Sir Paul. Clary, take his hand, my girl. (Giving her to Gingham.) The dog has on odd way of speaking 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 case

Gingham. Your case, Sir?

Sir Paul. Yes, my boy-since you talked of self-gratification bringing tears of pleasure into my eyes, I resolv'd to try the experiment-I determin'd to retrench my expences, to sell my hounds, dispose of my stud, and see if I could not lay out my money on rational and solid pleasures; in beftowing happiness on two as innocent and injur'd creatures as ever existed !

Enter Mr. and Mrs. DARNLEY.

Sir Paul. Niece, your hand-Darnley, forgive what's past, and henceforth if I don't prove a friend to you, tell that son of mine to speak his mind to me tell him to take another two hundred pounds out of my pocket; nay, disperse my

whole property—any thing, so you don't drink “ Confusion to a stingy old uncle!”

Mrs. Darnley. Sir, we owe every thing to your son—he has been our pilot through the storms of fashion, and if he now fecures to us independence and our cottage

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Sir Paul. Independence and a cottage! 'Slife! you shall have affluence, and a farm as large as Salisbury Plain—I'll come and see you every summer! ay, for fixty years to come !--odsheart! they say 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: Must I speak truth father?-mum !

Darnley. (To Sir Paul.) You have made me the happiest of men, Sir Paul ; but you must excuse me when I say, that your son has the first and greatest claim Gingham. Nay, cousin; 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 fashionable scene, and while they drink one toast, we'll give another

--May manners masculine no more deface
The charms thatconstitute each feinale grace.
To man be bold and daring schemes confin'd,
Woman for softer paflions was design'd,
And by meek virtue-to subdue mankind !

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Enter FLUSH.

Fluß. 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, sir.

Flush. He has been distributing my propertygiving away my money, Sir Paul.

Sir Paul. 'Gad! My son has been doing me the same favour.

Flush. Ay, sir; but my son has swindled me out of two hundred pounds.

Sir Paul. That's the exact sum my son has swindled me out of—so let's shake hands and cry for joy!

Fluß. 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 consent 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.

Flush. No-no-my son--my rogue of a fon—will you agree?

Sir Paul. Why I would with pleasure, only-
Flush. What, brother guardian ?
Sir Paul. I mean to propose my rogue of a son.

Fluß. Your son !--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.

Fluft.

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