Mandeville.) Sir, I'll trouble you for that two hundred pounds you owe me! Robert. Psha!-this isn't a proper time- Robert. Nonsense! His father will satisfy you. -Come-we'll all pay the old gentleman a visit together. (Laying hold of Realize's arm.) Real. Softly, master Robert — You may both go to the old gentleman as soon as you like; but, for me, I don't intend to pay him a visit these twenty years. Mand. No!-Why, where is he? Real. Where, I can't exactly say-only I fancy you are about as far from him now as when you were hot in Bengal. Mand. What, is he gone abroad? Real. No; he's gone home! - he's dead! defunct! was buried twelve months ago! --- Mand. Dead! My father dead! I didn't expect this. (Putting his handkerchief to his eyes.} Robert. No more did I, Sir-Oh! h! h! (Weeping violently.) Real. Why, what's the milksop crying at? Robert. I'm crying to think what trouble old Mr. Mandeville's death will occasion to my poor master-What a fatigue it will be to collect in all the rents-to pay his debts-to discharge you, and appoint me steward in your place-Oh! h! h! Real. Indeed!-If that's all that afflicts you, dry up your tears, booby-Your master is disinherited Robert. Disinherited! Real. Cut off with a shilling! - Mr. Mandeville has left his whole estate to a woman. Robert, A woman!-Oh! the old profligate! Real. To your child, Sir (To Mandeville.) to his own grand daughter! Mand. To Albina! Robert. Bravo! Then it comes to the same point: -my master of course manages the property, and I'm steward still. Real. There you're out again! I rather think Mrs. Rigid will manage the property. I rather imagine the young heiress will be ruled by the old governess; and as you've been no friend to her, Mr. Mandeville Mand. No friend to her! - How? Real. Nay perhaps you may call it friendship to leave her to support your daughter at her own expence; perhaps you may call it friendship, not to write any letters, or remit any money, for three years together. Mand. Go on, Sir; let me know all. Real. Why then you may know that Mrs. Rigid informed the late Mr. Mandeville of your unfatherlike conduct; that he invited her and his grand-daughter to his house, and taking a fancy to Miss Albina, he made her his heiress. Therenow you've heard the whole story; and I shall call it friendship if you'll pay me my two hundred pounds. Mand. Not write letters!-Not remit money! Hear me, Sir. - Real. Not now. The heiress is expected from Dover every moment, and I must go and prepare the Castle for her reception. Come along, Poacher; come and deliver your keys to your successor I'll take out a writ directly, and he sha'n't slip through my fingers a second time(Aside.) No more disguises, Mr. MandevilleNo more Sunday-men, Mr. Steward." Oh! what trouble will the old gentleman's death oc WRITTEN BY JOHN TAYLOR, ES2. No new offender ventures here to-night: If he was found on FASHION's broad high-way, E'er put a single passenger in fear; All his unskill'd attempts were soon o'erthrown, Let us the objects he attack'd reviewUnhurt they all their wonted course pursue. "BARDS still to Bards, as waves to waves succeed, "And most we find are of the Vapid + breed; "A truth, perchance, 'tis needless to declare. *The lines mark'd thus" were not spoken. + Vide "THE Dramatist.” PHARO, though routed, still may Justice dare, Cheat their best friend of money and of wife. As some may wonder why our Author's found At length to this dread Court he trusts his fate, |