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ist Cred. No, not at all-we, lenders of money, do all our business in the dark. The light of a man's hand. writing is enough for us--and, if we knew all our cre. ditors, gad! we should have the most numerous and faThionable acquaintance in London.

2d Cred. So we should and, as his new haunt is somewhere hereabouts, suppose we keep a sharp look

Hush !- fomebody's coming--who knows-tand aside-(They go up stage--Tom remains concealed).


Enter Doctor, muffled in a great coat. Doctor (in a low voice). Now for it-now for my experiment-and if, by means of this contrivance, í can lure her into my snares, -( crossing stage)-Soft!(knocks at the door)-Oh! be propitious, fortune!

Serv. (opening a window over the door) Who's there?
Doctor. It's I-I want your young mistress.
Seru. You ! who are you?

Doctor. Why, don't you know? Are you near sighted-or is it so dark that you can't see I'm Mr. Tick?

Serv. What, master's new acquaintance-the great Thomas Tick, Esquire ?

Dostor. Yes, I'm the great Thomas Tick, Esquire. (Here the Tradesmen stare at each other, and begin to

move forward.) And, d’ye hear, tell Miss Georgiana, I and Mr. Leonard are waiting at the corner of the street in a hackney coach, and beg to speak to her directiy.

Serv. Mr. Leonard with you! I warrant she'll come directly.

[Exit from window. Doctor. Bravo! the day's my own! Poor Leonard ! poor Tommy Tick!

[Exit, walking on tip toe,

and rubbing bis bands. Tradesmen exeunt after him likewise, walking on tip-toe,

chuckling and rubbing their hands. Tom (advancing). Ha! ha! poor i ommy Tick! Dam’me, now he's taken the name, I hope he'll ttick to it-and I defy him to choose a more popular onefor fee! what crowds he draws after him! No man living is more sought after and if I were an actor,


what houses I shou'd bring! But where—where will all this end? I'll peep-'Sdeath! Poft Obit is coming! Now, I'm down again-for, if he has met them, and, after all, the real Simon Pure should be detected

Enter Post Obit.

Post Obit. Here's pretty work! Mr. Tick, I'm aftonish'd! Going out, I met Dr. Infallible, and he talks to me of your debrs, and his own riches-And, coming home, I see this same monied man actually jump into a hackney coach to avoid a dozen duns!-And, after in vain denying his name, and crying other hocus-pocus arts to get rid of them, he bade che coachman drive for it, and away they all went after him, like so many bulldogs. Gad! I hope, with all my heart, they won't quit him till he has paid every Thilling-don't you, cousin ?

Tom. That I do, with all my soul, cousin. But enough of him, and his Radix Rheno. Have you seen your Jawver ?

Port Obit. I have—and the agreement, giving you the nomination of Georgiana's husband, will be ready to sign this very night, and the will also. So, whilft I go reconcile her, do you inform your friend.

Tom. I will--and, from this hour, keep in mind the lordly castle.

Post Obit. And do you keep in mind your state of health-don't stand chilling in the night-air-Adieu !and, d’ye hear, take care, and keep off the attack in the shoulder, cousin.

Tom. Thank ye, cousin. The Doctor has kept off that already.

[Exeunt Poft Obit into the boufè.

SCENE II.-An Apartment at Sir Herbert's, stripe

of its Furniture.

Enter Lady Melmoth and Dame Shenkin. Dame, Come, come-why accuse and reproach yourfelf, my Lady, when Sir Herbert has forgiven and fora gotten every thing?


Lady M. Yes; but can I forget? when, in each room of this once splendid mansion, I trace the progress of extravagance and guilt ? --when, in my husband's wan and frenzied look I read distrust and desperation? - You know not half the misery I dread. Deserted by his friends, bankrupt in fortune, and in hope, may he not fly to self-destruction for relief? -Nay, I have cause to think it-And, now!~Why, wherefore does he not return?

Dame. Be patient;—isn't he gone to borrow' a small sum ? and, sure, amidst so many wealthy friends

Lady M. No; when winter comes, these summer insects are beheld no more; and for your sake-yes; your's and poor Shenkin's sorrows heighten mine-Oh! would I could relieve you.

Dame. Nay, don't mind us, my Lady.-Had I'a thought to see you so grieved, and so distress'd, I'd have died before I'd have applied for my son's wages ;but we were in biccer want-out of place, and no means of sublistence.

Lady M. And I the author of your ruin. I have not the power-merciful forgetfulness! come to my aid befriend-compose me (throws berfelf in a chair weeping.)

Dame. Poor Lady! she almost drives my own troubles out of my head-tho' to be sure, if my son don't shortly get employment; and some how, his simple manners are against him-Alack! go where he will, they dismiss,and

Shenkin (without). « Oh, the noble race of Shenkin." Chinging).

Dame. Bless me! what noise is that?
Shenkin. (without), “ On the noble race of Shenkin.”

Enters in a new suit of clothes. Mother! my tear, tear old mother! (embracing ber violently).

Dame. Mercy on me! why, what's the matter? what

Sbenkin. (putting his band before her moutb.) Stop do not you put me out; look you! I did hear of a



place at Dr. Infallible's, and so I did go to his great house to offer and so as I did stand in the hall with the butler and the servants laughing at me, the Dr. did polh in with three or four companions, and being in a great haste and bustle did order a fine supper to revive him and this did remind me of your wants, mother, and fo I did hold him by the arm, and swear he shou’dn't fir, till he did hear and relieve me ; but instead of doing either, he did say I was another of the villains, and did send for a warrant, and then, the conftable did come, and then, he did read aloud the Doctor's de. fcription, and then, he! he!-give me another hug, mother.

Dame. Why, the boy's wild, distrácam

Shenkin. Stop you do not you interrupt. The constable did read at full length the Doctor's name, and was going on, when, at one spring I did rush into the supperToom, “ Look you,” said I, “ three questions, Doctor, before I be committed - Were you born at Abarathgwilly?” “ Ha !” said he, -" Have you a mole on your Jeft breast?".“ Heavens !” said he-" Is your Christian name Alcibiades ?”. “Oh, iss," said he.“ Then,” said I, *** you did rob an orchard, and are my brother-1 be little Caractacus ;=you lost Alcibiades--and plessed pe Saint David you have brought your coelings to such a good market." And then, for his own credit sake he did order me these beautiful clothes-- And then, he did give me this beautiful gold watch, which did cost thirty guineas-And then, I did run to tell you and then - Oh the noble race of Shenkin.” (kifħng watch; and sfrutting.)

Dame. Thank heaven for the joyous, welcome news! But how was it? Did you ask him how he got all these riches?

Sbenkin. Iss--and there I did mistake.You do know, we did always fear he wou'dn't stop with the pippins; and so, when he did boast he had made his fortune by the coinage of his own brain, by Radix Rheno, I did think he laid, by coining ready rhino-and so I did tell him: but come, he have ordered supper for us alfo



.and the next time we do want eleven pounds, this little gentleman (kifing watch) will pay it three times over mother. Chinging).

Dame. Stay, my son in our own good fortune, let us not forget the distresses of others (pointing to Lady Melmoth).

Shenkin. Oh ho! what, she do begin to feel at last, do she? -Come

Dame. For shame! is this the way you bear prosperity? Poor soul! the creditors have seized on all she has have left her nothing but the humble dress she wears.

Sbenkin. Inteed!

Dame. Nothing and we who've known such bitter want ourselves

Shenkin. Want! pless my soul! my mistress, wife of a Pembrokeshire baronet, want-Look you I've no more money chan this poor half guinea, and take it! take it! while 'tis of its full value-for my fingers do wax so-hot and melting, that it will be stew'd to a seven fhilling piece, before you can say Dim Sarsenid.

Dame. My child! still the same generous heart.

Shenkin. Iss, and if I thought altering my dress would alter my disposition, Iwould walk straight to Aberathgwilly, climb up into the tall cherry tree, and change clothes with the ny old scarecrow. But what will this small sum avail? Where are all their visitors? their friends! Oh! I see now-gone after the dinner tables-gone to leave cards at the next house their mahogany friends do put up at.-Let them--but let me shew a different Come along, mother-I have it.

[Lady Melmoth rises and liftens, Dame. Dear! dear! what do you mean?

Sbenkin. Mean---to let this watch point out to my por Lady, hours, minutes, and seconds of peace, plenty, and happiness--to change it into money, and give it all to her and never say the rich are not happy--for all the kid's on all the mountains can't skip more than my heart does at doing one small charitable action.

[Exit with Dame.

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