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take a landed estate near mine, and I'll shew you how to make a fortune by farming, you rogue.
Jack. (to Tanjore.) Yes; I cock'd the knave, but I lost all the Spanish---hang it! I'm half tir’d of gambling, and if I won ten thousand a year, I don't think I could tell how to spend it?
Tanjore. Couldn't you? then take a wife, Jack, and she'll tell you how to spend it---enter into the school of matrimony, Mr. Batchelor of Arts, and there finish your education ---Cecily here has let you an example: havn't you.
Cecilia. I have from two motives: first because Mr. Henry Tanjore has long won my affections, and secondly because he means to give affluence to his namesake. My dear brother, you may now return to India and live in a palace in reality; for a third of my husband's rupees and pagodas are at your disposal.
Jack Ar. Are they? that's fair, very fair.
Einme. (to Tanjore.) And is there none to share your treasures ?---is there no fair one worthy a heart so warm and so benevolent.
Tanjore. (Meking his head.) Hereafter perhaps it may find one like Emmeline's.---Till then, I shall pursue a plan, which had Project follow'd, he had now been happy---that is, not to waste a fortune in diffipation, and try to retrieve it, by false and unjust Speculation.
If we must scheme let us try Projects here.
END OF THE COMEDY.
Be that their Speculation-I profess,
The market's up-she couldn't change her name;
Yon stripling there-all trowsers, and cravat, No body, and no chin-is call'd a Flat; And he beside hits, with a square cut frock, Button'd before, behind a square cut dock; Is, I would bet, nor fear to be a loser, Either a man of fashion, or a bruiser : A man of fashion ! nothing but a quiz I'll fhew you what a man of breeding is : With back to fire, flouch'd hat, and knowing lang He charms his mistress by this sweet harangue; “ Well; pretty, lovely Lucy! how d'ye do? " Come, see my puppy!” “No, Harry, to see you." “ You’re vastly welcome, you shall see my ftud, " And ride my poney," -" Harry, your'e 100 good.” “ Zounds! how it freezes! Fly was Sancho's fire56 Miss, can you see?"-"I'd like to see the fire." That's your politeness-that's your flaming lover : The fair
chill--but he'll be warm all over.
We're an odd medley, we must all confess-
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