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fling my sins in my face? Here! give her this, (gives money. ] and bid her trouble me no more; a thought“ less, two-handed whore! She knows my condition well enough, and might have overlaid the child a fortnight ago, if she had any forecast in her.”

Scand. What, is it bouncing Margery, with my god. son ?

Jer. Yes, sir.

Scand. My blessing to the boy, with this token [gives money.) of my love. And, d’ye hear, bid Margery put more flocks in her bed, shift twice a " week, and not work so hard, that she may not smell so vigorously.--I shall take the air shortly."

Val. “ Scandal, don't spoil my boy's milk."-Bid Trapland come in. If I can give that Cerberus a sop, I shall be at rest for one day.

[Jeremy goes out, and brings in Trapland. Val. O Mr. Trapland ! my old friend! welcome.Jeremy, a chair quickly: a bottle of sack and a toast -iy--a chair first.

Trapl. A good morning to you, Mr. Valentine; and to you, Mr. Scandal.

Scand. The morning's a very good morning, if you don't spoil it. Val. Come, sit you



know his way. Trapl. [sits.] There is a debt, Mr. Valentine, of fifteen hundred pounds, of pretty long standing

Val. I cannot talk about business with a thirsty palate.- Sirrah! the sack!


Trapl. And I desire to know what course you have taken for the payment.

Val. Faith and troth, I am heartily glad to see you -my service to you I fill, fill, to honest Mr. Trapland -fuller!

Trapl. Hold! sweetheart-this is not to our business. -My service to you, Mr. Scandal !—[drinks. ]—I have forborn as long

Val. T'other glass, and then we'll talk-Fill, Jeremy.

Trapl. No more, in truth-I have forborn, I say

Val. Sirrah! fill! when I bid you.-And how does your handsome daughter?-Come, a good husband to her.

[drinks. Trapl. Thank you, I have been out of this moneyVal. Drink first. Scandal, why do you not drink?

[They drink. Trapl. And, in short, I can be put off no longer.

Val. I was much obliged to you for your supply: it did me signal service in my necessity. But you delight in doing good. Scandal, drink to me, my friend Trapland's health. An honester man lives not, nor one more ready to serve his friend in distress; though I say it to his face. Come, fill each man his glass.

Scand. What? I know Trapland has been a whore. master, and loves a wench still. You never knew a whore-master that was not an honest fellow.

Trapl. Fie, Mr. Scandal, you never knew!-

Scand. What don't I know? - I know the buxom black widow in the Poultry-Eight hundred pounds a year jointure, and twenty thousand pounds in money. Ahah | old Trap!

Val. Say you so, i' faith ? Come, we'll remember the widow: I know whereabouts you are ; come, to the widow.

Trapl. No more, indeed.

Val. What! the widow's health? Give it him-off with it. (They drink.]-A lovely girl, i' faith, black sparkling eyes, soft pouting ruby lips! Better sealing there, than a bond for a million, ha !

Trapl. No, no, there's no such thing; we'd better mind our business—You're a wag!

Val. No, faith, we'll mind the widow's business : fill again.-Pretty round heaving breasts, a Barbary shape, and a jut with her bum, would stir an anchorite; and the prettiest foot! Oh, if a man could but fasten his eyes to her feet as they steal in and out, and play at bo-peep under her petticoats-ha! Mr. Trapland

Trapl. Verily, give me a glass-you're a wag—and here's to the widow.

Drinks. Scand. He begins to chuckle-ply him close, or he'll relapse into a dun.

Enter Oficer. Offi. By your leave, gentlemen.-Mr. Trapland, if we must do our office, tell us. We have half a dozen gentlemen to arrest in Pall-mall and Covent

garden; and if we don't niake haste, the chairmen will be abroad, and block up the chocolate-houses; and then our labour's lost.

Trapl. Odso, that's true. Mr. Valentine, I love mirth ; but business must be done; are you ready to

Jer. Sir, your father's steward says, he comes to make proposals concerning your debts.

Val. Bid him come in : Mr. 'Trapland, send away your officer; you shall have an answer presently.

Trapl. Mr. Snap, stay within call. [Exit Officer.

and go

Enter Steward, who whispers VALENTINE. Scand. Here's a dog now, a traitor in his wine! Sirrah, refund the sack : Jeremy, fetch him some warm water; or I'll rip up his stomach, the shortest way to his conscience.

Trapl. Mr. Scandal, you are uncivil. I did not value your sack; but you cannot expect it again, when I have drunk it.

Scand. And how do you expect to have your money again, when a gentleman has spent it? Val. You need say no more.

I understand the conditions; they are very hard, but my necessity is very pressing: I agree to them. Take Mr. Trapland with you, and let him draw the writing Mr. Trapland, you know this man ; he shall satisfy you.

Trapl. Sincerely, I am loth to be thus pressing; but my necessity

Val. No apology, good Mr. Scrivener; you shall be paid.

Trap. I hope you forgive me; my business re. quires

[Exeunt Trapland, Steward, and Jeremy. Scand. He begs pardon like a hangman at an execution.

Val. But I have got a reprieve.

Scand. I am surprised ; what, does your father relent?

Val. No; he has sent me the hardest conditions in the world. You have heard of a booby brother of mine, that was sent to sea three years ago ? This bro. ther, my father hears, is landed ; whereupon he very affectionately sends me word, “ if I will make a deed *** of conveyance of my right to his estate after his -“ death to my younger brother, he will immediately « furnish me with four thousand pounds to pay my *.debts, and make my fortune." This was once proposed before, and I refused it; but the present impatience of my creditors for their money, and my own impatience of confinement, and absence from Angelica, force me to consent.

Scand. A very desperate demonstration of your love to Angelica! and I think she has never given you any assurance of hers.

Val. 'You know her temper; she never gave me any great reason either for hope or despair.

Scand. Women of her airy temper, as they seldom think before they act, so they rarely give us any light


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