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Mandeville.) Sir, I'll trouble you for that two hundred pounds you owe me! Robert. Psha!
- this isn't a proper timeReal. Where is my money, Sir?
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,
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! (Ieeping violently.)
Real. Why, what's the milksop crying at?
Robert. I'm crying to think what troubleold 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. There now 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 mo. ney!- 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, ESQ.
SPOKEN BY MR. R. PALMER.
No new offender ventures here to-night:
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 Vapidt breed; “ A truth, perchance, 'tis needless to declare. " For ah! to-night, a luckless proof may glare." Still LAWYERS strain their throats with venal fury, Brow-beat an evidence, or blind a jury. Still the High GAMESTER and obedient mate Veil deep-laid schemes in hospitable state;
* The lines mark'd thus “ were not spoken. + Vide " THE DRAMATIST."
PHARO, though routed, still may Justice dare,
As some may wonder why our Author's found