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while winds laugh round you, and the waters
Enter TOM SEYMOUR and Sir CHARLES DANVERS,
Tom. Bear a hand I tell you the moment such a stout vessel comes in sight, I know the old ship will strike--Sir Bamber, I've brought him here to engage with you.
Sir Bomber. You've done right ; and I ftrike my colours my boy-Charles, I'll pay your debtsI'll settle a third of my estate on you and Julianaand here, Mr. Hinx Spinx (to Ap-Hazard) that Fortune may no longer make a fool of you, I'll make you a recompence for winning the long odds as you call it-I'll give you a handsome annuity during my life, and double it after my death.
Ap-Hazard. An annuity -give me an annuity--damme, what's to pay?
Tom. I say, Miss Brassmine-here's a divorce in reality.
Miss Union. Don't talk to me, sir. Tom. Mess !-had'nt you and the proctor better take a voyage together? I'll lend you the Sprightly Kitty---lhe has a nice little balcony, and if you think you shall be tir'd of each other, take me to steer you that's all-_I'll upset a vessel with any man in London.
Lady Danvers. Miss Union, don't you see Mr. Orville beckoning to you?
Miss Union. I do, and I'll go make him join with all the lovers in my list to see justice done me-don't think I'm sorry, Sir Charles, that you and your dear Juliana have made it up again? No--I know what marriage is ; and the more
matches there are amongst you, the more -Oh! I wish you were all married.
[Exit. Sir Bamber. Holloa! had'nt you better take Trickarinda along with you? (throws the binding after ber.)
Mrs. Seymour. Juliana, this is a happy hourmy son, let me congratulate you: you too, Mr. Ap-Hazard--the reward you have receiv’d, is no more than your merit deferves.
Ap-Hazard. Merit !-its luck ma'am.
Mrs. Seymour. No, sir, much as we are rul’d by chance, we are govern'd more by conduct.
Ap-Hazard. Indeed! and must we stand upon our merit? Not altogether, I hope. man after his desert, and who shall ’scape whipping ?” The less we deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. I'm in high favour with Fortune at present, but
" Use every
Least this propitious chance be but ideal,
END OF THE COMEDY.
WRITTEN BY M. P. ANDREWS, ESQ.
SPOKEN BY MRS. MATTOCKS,
(4 Chair, Table, and Lady's Work-bag.)
of Art, and Nature too expose ;
But hold, true woman, fond of selfish prattle,
“ Sir, I am sensible”-some titter near him “ I say, I'm very sensible"--all, “ hear him, hear him"He bolder grown, for praise, mistaking pother, Tea-pots one arm, and spouts it with the other
« Önce more, I'm very sensible indeed
Peace to his eloquence to banish that,
Miss Bull begins
« Its like some heads then, Miss--all smoke and smother“ So one good turn you fee, deserves another; « But your strait-forward taste, who can refilt ?”
• Some taste, my Lady, seems to have a twist; “ If women will forget that they grow older, “ And weas like children, straps across the shoulder; • Why not like children, give them playful fmacks, “ And let the straps be laid across their backs." “ Miss, you're fevere
[fondly hug“ But here's my comfort (goes ana takes work-bag) this I'll « Your favourite work?'”_" No, Miss, my favourite Pug« This is its kennel (takes dog out of work-bag) oh, the pretty « How neat and elegant in every
feature! (creature! « It drinks noyau, and dines upon boil & chicken, “ But ragou'd sweetbread, is it's favourite picking« Left the hot sun should tan the charming fellow, • When it walks out, I
carry this umbrella;
Her La’aship's kindness must be praised, which brings
If here, this night, Good-nature fmiling rules,