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Malcour. Ridiculous! Do you suppose Sir Herbert will consent?

Doctor. Not yet—but his wife must have money, and that letter offers him a friendly loan of some thousands— you understand—and now come home to dinner.—My chariot there shall take you—look—A carriage makes a Doctor you know (looking out.)

Malcour {also looking out.) Your carriage! Why, that's a hearse.

Doctor. So it is.—Well, that's also my carriage; for if chariots set the doctors going, dam'me, but the doctors set the hearses going.

Malcour. True; but I must visit an old friend, at that house yonder—so adieu!

Doctor. That! What, that house where the knocker's tied up!—dear delicious fight!—Oh! turtle to an alderman—gold to a miser—a mistress to her lover—isn't half so gratifying as a tied up knocker to a medical man. But, adieu! and when you want a dinner, you know where to find one—and sure of the best company—that is, sure ot venison, turbot, Burgundy, and Champagne. {Going—stops.) I say though—that tied up knocker !— Cou'dn't you recommend !—No—don't trouble yourself. Date say my Radix Rheno has been there already. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.—An Apartment at Sir Herbert's.

Enter Leonard and Georgiana.

Georgiana. Yes, Mr. Leonard, had it been otherwise, none had more welcomed your return than Georgiana.— But when you quit a station you so honour, to be the victim of unequall'd folly, can she rejoice to see you ?— No, no,—indeed I am not so selfish.

Leonard. 1 cannot understand you 1 was sent for

home to join in selling my paternal land.

Georgiana. And do you mean to comply?

Leonard. Most cheerfully—'twill be the proudest moment os my life, when I can prove to such a father, I am deserving of the name of son.

6 Georgiana. Georglana. Then all is lost! This money will be

squandered like the rest, and no resource remains. Oh!

be resolute do not a deed he will hereafter curse you

for; but by opposing, save him.

Leonard. Oppose him! —oppose my father! This is the first request he ever made me, and if 1 e'er afk'd, did he refuse? No—he gave the life that animates this arm—and, till life ceases, it shall move as he directs! And yet, for such a suppliant I could do much—I'm sure you have no motive but our mutual welfare.

Georgiana* Indeed I have not—I could not bear to see you both involv'd in misery and ruin —But, look— we are interrupted—my other guardian comes.

Leonard. What! Post Obit! Why, what, at last, brings him to London?

Georgiana. He comes to take pofleflion of a legacyis on a visit here—and more than ever governed by Sir Herbert—but go—your father waits for you, and thus far indulge me—at least reflect on what I've said.

Leonard. I will with gratitude •, for if there be a joybeyond all others, it is to know that such a heart as yours takes interest in my fate. Thanks, thanks'.— (Jtijses her band.) [Exit.

Georgiana. Oh, yes! you little think how deep the interest it takes. But what avails it? Sir Herbert countenances other lovers, and while 1 stay in this detested bouse, each moment teems with danger.

Enter Post Cbit (in deep mourning).

Post Obit. Oh, my dear girl! your poor guardian can scarce speak for vexation.

Georgiana. No! why, what has happened, Sir?

Post Obit. What! why, didn't I for the first time in my life visit London, in order to take possession of a large legacy left me by my East Indian neighbour? and didn't 1 purchase a new villa, a new farm, and this new suit of mourning on the strength of it? And, now, when I wait on the executor to touch the cash, they tell me the will has got a flaw.

Georgiana. A flaw, Sir!


Post Obit. Yes, a cursed flaw! They fay the East Indian forgot what the lawyers call an appointment—■ but what I call a disappointment—!or here am I with all these new expences—and, thanks to this Bengal blunderer, not a ibillii g left to pay for them.

Georgiana. It is very unfortunate, Sir! but I hope you will 6nd a recompence in the two letters of recommendation you b ought witli you shim Devonshire—the one to the rich old widow in Pall Mall.

Post Obit. Why, there again—the rich old widow's carried off.

Georgiana. Carried off! by whom, Sir? Post ObU. Why, by the late hard soft. "She died, and made no sign j"—or, in plainer words, departed without a will.

Georgiara. Well, but the other person, Sir.

Post Obit. Ay, there we live again. This letter

(producing it) to a cousin I have never leen— to the rich Thorn-s Tick, esquire—proprietor of a great castle in the north—Hark ye—quarrelle 1 with all his other relations, and, owing to town dissipation,—sevei ish, rheumatic -Oh! London is the place to form friendships

in—There, they've bad health and found lawyers—Bur,

in the country ! —curse 'em hey've no flaws but in

their wills—arid yet, London has one inconvenience-^ I don't like Sir Herbert's house.

Georgiana. No more do I, Sir.—And if you would but remove me from his protection, and place me under your own—?Pest Obit. I'm afraid.

Georgiana. Nay, if you knew the perils I'm exposed to This very hour he received an offer of five thousand pounds, from one, whose hand I have rejected :—• and, to a man involved and harrassed as Sir Herhert is —O my friend, protect me.

Post Obit. I would—but I cannot screw myself up to it. 'Sdcath! from a boy he has turned me round his

finger And, alter ail my submission, when I found

out he had on y bequeathed me a hundred pounds, and Ipt'kc my mind to him—Gad! he sent me a challenge—invited me to Hyde Park—yes, he did, and I,



being of a good-natur'd turn, and rather wishing other people to die than myself, declined the invitation. But come, Georgiana, I must go change my clothes, and then put by my mourning in lavender for the great Thomas Tick, Esquirei—and if at present my good-nature keeps me under, this you may depend on, -I'll stand up for you the moment I have got in all my legacies.



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Sir Herb. Vf ES, Sir; I thank you for the offer of J your friendly loan; but the arrival of my son makes it unnecessary.

Doctor. Very well, Sir Herbert—but money's no object to me, and if at any time you will condescend to be my banker—

Sir Herb. Sir, ag3in I thank you—but with regard to Georgiana, this is my fix'd intention—gain her consent, and I will give you mine. But, anxious as I am to fee her married, 1 wou'dn't barter her for all the gold that even you can offer.

Doctor. What! you are anxious to fee her married! Sir Herb. Yes, she loves my son, for whom I've higher views; therefore, address her, for, as I know your character is unimpeached, and in the way of settlement—

Doctor. Ay: Radix Rheno for that, Sir Herbert. I'll go make love to her directly, and as for my patient, Mr. Pott Obit—

Sir Herb. Oh, he moves as I direct.—Success attend you. At present, I'm engag'd on business with my son—and if in marriage Georgiana emulates her cousin, your present wealth will ieem contemptible—for you'll have gain'd a treasure worth the world. [Exit.


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