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perhaps to death, two as generous, and as noble hearts — well, well-drooping won't save them. Come, rouse, and exert yourself

- And look! there's cause for it already ; for here comes Post Obit to vent forth all his anger and reproaches-No matter- he shall see I'll carry it off with gaiety and spirit,

Enter Poft Obit (hastily). Post Obit. So, Mr. Tick, I've found you out at last. And, who do you think I've to thank for it?

Tom. The quack, Sir-of course the quack.

Poft Obit. Yes I'll tell you how it was. Not seeing you ac Lawyer Curfitor's, I went out to look for you, and meeting the Doctor, I ask'd him if he knew where you lodged? He told me at Mr. Capias's, No 197, Carey-Street--and that, if I'd go there, I should see you in all your glory. Very well! so, owing to the darkness of the night, and my ignorance of London, 'twas sometime before I found the house and then, to be certain I was right, I laid to Mr. Capias's servant, “ Are you sure M:. Tick lodges here?” “O, yes, Sir," says he ; " I'm sure Mr. Tick is one of Mr. Capias's lodgers.”- And then he smild, and I smild ;and, upon my word, I envy you these beautiful aparcments. But come, I've done the agreement-fo, go, go sign your will.

Tom. What, at your old facecious tricks, I see that's a good joke to a man that's confined.

Post Obit. Confined! what the devil-(getting close 10 Tom, and looking in his face) Is it so bad with you, that you are confined ?

Tom. Pooh! you see it is.
Poft Obit. What! and by the doctor's orders?
Tom. Why, you know it's by the doctor's orders.

Poft Obit. Not I-he only told me where you lodg’d. Bless me! he does look charmingly ill indeed ! (afide) how was it? were you caken suddenly ?

Tom. Very—and in the old place too, in the shoulder.

Poft Obit. And if you stir out without the doctor's leave, will the consequences be dangerous ?

Tom.

Tom. Fatal, you comical rogue ; fatal.

Post Obil. Bravo! If I can but get him into the night air, he'll make his will in one hour, aụd take to his bed the next. (Afide.) Nonsense! go to Curfitor's P'll stay, and satisfy the doctor.

Tom. Will you? Lenitive ! (going to the wing and calling.)

Post Obit. Heh-who's Lenitive ?
Tóm. The doctor's agent-Lenitive! (calling again.)

Post Obit. The doctor's agent ! Ag-Oh! Oh! I understand the apothecary.” (Aside.)

Re-enter Capias. Tom. Here, my boy-here's Mr. Poft Obit-and I don't know whether he is in jest or earnest—; but he says he'll be answerable to the doctor.

Post Obit. Yes, yes--you may let him out-l'll stay, and be answerable to the doctor. . Capias. I'm satisfied this way, Mr. Tick.

Tom. Ha! ha! this is the best joke I ever heard but it won't be complete till I am fairly out of the house-So, good night-It cost me some money to get into these beautiful apartments, as you call them; and if it costs you any to get out of them, you'll say it's one of Tom Tick's legacies, you know.-Come, Lenitive-but ftay-stay- (speaking as if alarm’d) suppose I'm detain'd.

Post Obit. Plha! don't let them detain you-say I'm answerable.

Tom. Better and better! ha! ha! you are, indeed, a damn'd comical dog he! he! you'll kill me with laughing

[Exit with Capias. Post Obit. Ha! ha! so I kill you, curse me if I care how it's done. What a fool it is! the castle and all its magnificent appurtenances are mine-gad! I hope it's a fine foggy night-I'll feel'll peep out of the window.

[Goes up stage.

Enter

Enter Shenkin.

Shenkin. How you to do, Mr. Poft Obit? Poft Obit (not regarding kim, but undrawing curtains). Why, what's here? bars? What does he do with bars? Surely he has no children !----no infernal little heirs at law (coming down the stage, and meeting Shenkin) nor is he mad, nor-Zounds ! 'tis very odd! Taffy, do you know Mr. Tick?

Shenkin. Iss, sure-I do know he did save my poor mother from prison, and so I did come here to Thew my gratitude! but, plellings on you! you were beforehand with me -1 do find you are answerable for all the debts and detainers-And, therefore, well may you peep

thro the iron bars. Tear! tear! having let the bird out of the cage, what joy must you feel to see it hop away in health and liberty !

Post Obit.- Cage! (looking round at the window.)
Shenkin. Iss, cage or spunging-house-

(punging-house-'iis one and the same thing, you de know (bere Poft Obit is in great agitation.) And how do I envy you these ecftacies ?-Oh! what I would give to have taken the weight off his shoulders !

Post Obit. Damn his shoulders, and you, and-yes, yės, I see it now the lodgings,che confinemerit,the apothecary!- Well- well-but, perhaps-yes. this distress may be only temporary—and his property in the north. Hark ye, Sir,--you know he's owner of a castle (haking Shenkin).

Shenkin. Owner of a castle!-Oh! I do recollect now Iš, sure--and by the price he do get for his Leicesterfhire pigs, I do think it be an inn of some consequence.

Post Obit. An inn! the castle an inn!
Shenkin. Ay-it be no castle in the air, I assure you.

[Post Obic going. Capias withoui to Dame Shenkin. Capias. Here's the person you inquired after (enters wirb Dame Shenkin, wbo takes Shenkin aside). And DOW, if you please, Mr. Poft Obit, you may as well

pay

pay what you are answerable for.- The plaintiff's debts, you see, Chewing account) is two hundred pounds, and the detainers already four hundred_and then there's the costs and the fees. (Poft Obit rushes out behind bim). What! an escape! Oh, ho! stop the prisoner there! ftop the prisoner!

[Exit after bim. Shenkin (coming forward with Dame Shenkin). Tear! tear! what fad doings ? But, perhaps you did not hear right, mother-perhaps you do mistake.

Dame (weeping). Oh, that I did ! for I have lived too long yes, I have lived coo long.

Shenkin. Pless my soul! Mr. Leonard dying !

Dame. Yes, I tell you-his wounds have proved fatal. And Mr. Malcour, in whole house he is now breathing his laft, not only won't let any of his family come near him, but actually threatens to lay a charge against Sir Herbert for wilfully destroying him.

Shenkin. Mr. Leonard given over and Sir Herbert accused and lord ! lord ! at such a moment we mus'n't forsake my old master, mother.

Dame. Forsake him ! No-We'll go directly, and find out the real culprit - for I am sure Sir Herbert's innocent.

Sbenkin. Sure! I'll take my oath of it-Come this moments and, as his other friends have forsaken him, you shall be his nurse, Alcibiades his physician, and Caractacus again his servanc-Yes, mother, this hand shall work for him and since rough misfortune has beat my old master down, it shall be found strong and wil. ling to lift him up again.

[Exeunt,

SCENE III.-An Apartment at Malcour's--folding

Doors in back Scene.

Enter Sir Herbert and a Servant.

Sir Herbert. Let me pass--- let me once more enfold within my arms, the wrong'd, the dying Leonard.

Servani.

Servant. Sir, 'tis too late ; my master just now told us the fatal hour was approaching, and therefore his affallin shou'd be seized.

Sir Herbert. Look at me-I am his father. Have you the heart, at such a moment, to separate son and

Parent ?

.

Servant. His father!

Sir Herbert. Ay, chat culprit Mr. Malcoup is in search of-that hapless wretch, 'gainst whom the proofs are most demonstrative and strong; for I've no evidence of ignocence, but here—but my boy! Let him not curse me with his parting breath-and, then, conduct me where you please I will surrender to my fare.

Servant. Indeed, I know my master will condemn me—but for my life I cannot'nów resist a father's claim. You may go in, Sir,-yonder is the chamber.

Sir Herb. Thanks! thanks! (stops and trembles.)There did you say there-heavens!. was ever guilt so bold ? But let me implore his pardon and his pity-and then, most welcome my accuser.-Death has to me na ferrors-No, existence is the villain's punishment !

[Exit at door in back scene.

Enter Malcour.

Malcour. How, Sir --why don't you attend the door? Go, shew up Lady Melmoth! (Exit Servant.] Oh, this is beyond my hopes! the humbled fair already in my house to suę for mercy! already !--but she comes !

Enter Lady Melmoch. Lady M. Oh, spare him, Mr. MalcourNot for poor Leonard 1 implore you I know too well you can't avert his fate, but spare my husband !

Malçour. Nay, Madam, when I was suitor, did you shew me mercy ? Or am I so indebted to Sir Herbert, as to connive to serve him?

Lady M. Ah! think of two tender ones who never prong’d you -I am unfit to guard so dear a charge, and

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