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Gabr. Taken in ! why, do you know who you're talking of? do you know (lie's cousin to a baronet? Sir H. I do.

Gabr. That he means to leave her ten thousand a year? that he's soon coming to visit her ? and what with hard drinking, keeping him up all night, and making him ride break-neck fox-chaces, it's main hard if they don't bury him in a fortnight? and, then, you know, Mr. Gaby touches every (hilling.

Sir H. No he don't.

Gabr. Why?

Sir H. Because there's no shilling to touch, ha! ha!—The baronet's as poor as (he is j and Mr. Gaby may bury him, but, egad! he must pay for the funeral.

Gabr. Impossible. O Jratten! who told you this?

Sir H. Himself: and, what's better, now he tells you so. Sir Harry Torpid in person informs you, that the late Mrs. Decoy's over head and ears in debt; and that whoever is her husband, instead of possessing ten thousand a year, he'll be soon peeping through the iron bars of the county gaol.

Gabr. (half crying.) County ga—ol!

Sir H. Yes, 'tis too true, But where is he? where is the poor devil? Before he's caged, I should like to have a peep at him.

Gabr. Sir—Sir Harry—I—I am he (crying).

Sir H. You!

Gabr. (crying louder.) Yes, I'm Gaby; I'm the poor devil that's to peep through the iron bars. Rot it! only think now, (he talk'd of her family and fortune; said (he'd introduce me to fashionable life, and promised to make a buck of me.

Sir H. Well, and she will make a buck of you. But don't take it so to heart—don't cry so, there's

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a little dear—I dare say you won't be arrested these two hours.

Gabr. It's all my guardian's fault, all owing to his precious octavo.—And lee, here he is (looking eut). Odrabit you! how I should like to be even ■with you.

Sir H. So he is—and as I live, the poor author and his daughter with him !—Why, what brings him here?

Gabr. Why, Mr. Marchmont owes me for rent, and money lent, about two hundred pounds; and so, by my guardian's orders, he's also to peep through the iron bars.—Zounds! if I wasn't afraid —but there it is, Sir—he rules me with a rod of iron; and, at the age of twenty-four, here am I-> a full grown baby in leading strings.

Sir H. Pfha! rouse, exert yourself; and, if you wish to be revenged, liberate this poor gentleman, jelease him from the debt he owes you, and you'll not only be even with your guardian, but feel what I never felt till this morning, the pleasure of being in good-humour with yourself.

Gabr. I've a great mind—but will you stand by me?

Sir H. That I will; and, moreover, go with you to your wife, and accommodate and arrange—

Gabr. Say you so? then I'll work mylelf up, and pay you off old scores, you old—

Craft, (without.) Gabriel! where are you, Gabriel?

Gabr. There, it's all over 1 his voice plumps me down like a thunderbolt.

Sir H. Nonsense! I'll be at your elbow. Come, come, I saw wine in the next room j a glass or two may rouse, inspire—come, this way, this way.

[Exeunt at door in flat. Enter Craftly, Marchmont, and Rosa.

March. What, what can be the motive for this persecution?

Craft. No matter, Sir; you know the terms: instantly go abroad with your daughter, or hope not to escape a second time.

March. Abroad! what can a foreign country yield me ?—Without friends, without money, and dependent on the labour of the brain, how can I support myself?

Rosa. Aye; consider, Sir, to leave the Priory would be parting with the only friend we have; the garden we have reared with our own hands, the trees we have planted to (hade us in old age.

Craft. Psha! stuff! decide instantly, or the bailiffs that are now in the house—

Rosa. Oh, for mercy !—-look at him, behold his pallid countenance, his languid form—is that an object of resentment ?—(craftly turns from her.)—Nay then, I will appeal for pity to another, the principal (hall answer me.

[sir Harry and Gabriel appear at the

door in flat.Sir Harry has a bottle of

wine in his hand, and is filing a glass for

Gabriel.]

Sir H. Bravo! capital! another glass, and you'll

do wonders.—(gabriel drinks it off.)

Craft. Ay, ay, ask Gabriel ■, he'll give you an answer, I warrant.

Rosa {to Gabriel, who has now come forward with Sir Harry). Oh! on my knees let me entreat you, Sir, have compassion on a most unhappy •parent; and if you are not so far ruled by that un

feeling man—

Sir

Sir H. (the battle and glass still in bis hand.}-** He ruled! pooh ! he's his own master now—ar'n't you, Gabriel?

Gabr. (who bos btld of Sir Harry'* arm.)— Yes, I'm no longer a full-grown baby, or in leading-strings, or—(Leaves Sir Harry and advances, Craftly comes up to him and frowns)—Yes, I am though. — (Returns to Sir Harry.) — Another bumper, or it's all over again.—(sir Harry fills, Gabriel drinks.)

Craft, (following Gabriel.) What do you mean, Sir? dare you for a moment dispute my authority?

Sir H. (to Gabriel, who finishes the glass.)— And now, instead of fending Mr. Marchmonc abroad, or co prison, he bids me fay, That he not only releases him from the debt he owes him; but as to his guardian and his authority—Oh ! damme, he don't care that for him (/napping bis fim

Sfrs)

Gabr. (snapping bis.) No, I don't care that for

you, old octavo.—(craftly advancing in a menacing attitude, Gabriel now behind Sir Harry, mud /peaks over bis Jbsulder.)—\ don't; I tell you 1 don't; and Mr. Marchmont is freej and now you're raffled in your turn.

Craft. Hear me, hear me, I command. Instantly call up the baiiifrs that are below stairs, and order them to seize him, or by heaven—

Sir H. Baiiitrs below sti-rs!—Come along, friend Gabriel: you lay hold of Mr. Moxchmont's arm, and conduct him through the mynr-doas, and I'U take care of the lady: and, d'ye hear, braig the bottle along with you $ arid, or.ee arrived at the Priory, we'd drink success » the so as ot geaius* and coafu£oa to those wba oppress them.

Gahr. With all my heart. Here goes {fills a glass, and drinks'); Success to myself, and confusion to those who oppress me.

Craft. Death and fire 1 I'll go directly to Mrs. Lackbrain; I'll—

Enter Jenkins.

Jenk. I'm sorry to be the bearer of unwelcome news; but several tradesmen are below, who have sent in large lots of furniture to the Cottage, and they insist on receding their money directly.

Craft. Ay 1 I'm glad of that; now comes my triumph. Pay, husband, pay for your wife's furniture.

Jenk. No, Sir: they fay Mrs. Lackbrain is considerably in debt; that she came down here on a matrimonial speculation; and therefore, as you ordered in the furniture in your own name, they look to you, and you alone, for payment.

Gabr. (spitting out wine be bad been drinking.) Icod! he'll peep through the iron bars before me, ha! ha!

Sir H. Yes, and he may call up the bailiffs to arrest himself now, ha! ha! ha !—But lead on, and don't despond, friend Gabriel.

Gabr. Not I: if I've got one troublesome companion by the bargain, I'm sure he has got a couple; and a man may by accident get rid of a wife, but the devil himself can't shake off John Doe and Richard Roe; icod! they'll stick to you. —And so, thank ye kindly for the furniture, guardy. fcr-And nowt brother genius, now for freedom and the Priory. {Exeunt.

THE END OF THB SECOND ACT.

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