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two gentlemen from the Victualling Office." BraTo! they bite—and if they come in crowds, why, 'tis the London mode; for, when the gala season once sets in, they flock, like geese, and cackle for their supper! Ah, but the Major—What says Olivia's benefactor!

Serv. Oh, fir! he is so cages, and so pleas'd, that he is gone to the ball-room already. ,

£ Exit Servant,

Y. Doric There, George! what lay you to my system now? Had I gone cringing to the Major's door, would it have served Olivia ?—But back'd by balls, and such a host of guest?, may I not hope to ask him to a wedding supper next! And then, no longer will I fend out cards of invitation, with the words, " at home ;"—but, grown domestic, I stall advertise, that I am "out," the whole year round.

Enter the Delinquent.

Delin. Your pardon, sir; but, if your name be Doric (to Dorville).

Y. Doric. I, sir—I am that happy gentleman.

Delin. One word in private, then.

[ Young Doric beckons Dorville to retire, Your name's familiar to my memory,—and, when I read it on the card you sent Sir Edward Specious

Y. Doric. My card ! what, you're left out! My dear fir, if I had room, I'd ask all Europe; but at this rate, I shan't get in myself.

Delin- Sir, you mistake—seeing your name, I merely came to ask if you ever heard of one Sir Arthur Courcy.

Y. Doric. Oh! is that all? Courcy?

Delhi. Ay; of Rowland Castle, in Northunw bcrland; he, who sied for debt. ,

Y. Doric. Debt! no—(considering)—yes—didn't my uncle, Mr. Doric, rebuild the castle, by his orders?

Delhi. He did: speak quickly—do you know sir Arthur's person?

Y. Doric. No

Delhi. Sure! are you quite sure?

Y. Doric. Quite, or if I did, and his distress proceeded from misfortune, do you suspect that I'd betray him? No; rather I'd invite him to my ball, and, scorning modern ostentatious shew, revive that antient English hospitality, that cheer'd the wretched, and upheld the poor.

Delhi. Would you! I knew him well (shaking Young Doric s hand violently).

Y. Doric. Indeed!

Delin. And on some future day perhaps. where, where can he repay those thanks I offer now?

Y. Doric. Therc-~staking a card out of his socket J. And, for yourself, pray join us at the ball, —You'll fee, at least, one object worth the seeking —the lovely Miss Tornado.

Delin. Miss Tornado! What! (having the pocket-book open in his hand, lo place the card in it.)

Y. Doric. Ay: attended by her kind, her worthy governess.

Delin. Worthy! {trembling, and in his agitation, letting a letter drop from his socket- book, unseen by him). You're deceived—(he is most guilty— and, not to part her from her lovely charge, by any means however desperate—(F. Doric appeals') yet if she's innocent, the deed will drive me mad. —Oh! that I were already so—then might I plead insanity for pardon; for none but madmen would forsake that peace, which virtue yields—preserve it—cling to it—fortified with that, you boast a bulwark may defy the world! [Exit.

Y. Doric* Now, is this an old complaint, or fad* denly brought on from my not asking him to supper. I'll go, and—(treads on letter) Oh ho I this may explain, perhaps—listen, (reads) " Where have you been loitering? 1 have kept Major Tornado out of the way, by employing him to provide singers at a great expence for my concert: and, by the enclosed assignment to yoii, os Mrs. Aubrey's house, you may keep her out of the way, by arresting her directly in your own name, for the AOl. due for rent.—Proceed in this, whilst I proceed to bear away her pupil—Edward Specious"—So! a most lively town—and I shall have a goodly company. What's to be done?

Dor. What indeed!

Y. Dork. You've not a guinea to discharge the debt, and my last shilling must discharge the bill—* but come—-'ere this, the ball's begun, and should it cross Sir Edward in his plots, and ibis poor tenant be releas'd from bondage, let the floor crack with crowds of company—His is the genuine social plan, who cheers the men and makes the women happy.

[Exit.

SCENE III.—Ball—Anti- Chamber.—Musk.

Enter Major Tornado.

Major. So!—hard at it again.—The Yorks and Laneasters have been drawn out in regular line of battle, and to decide!—Who should lead down first couple !—They all called for the court calendar, but that not having the honour of know, ing any of them, " Molly put the kettle on," cried I, and looking fierce, and handing out a sweet, interesting partner, they all grounded their arms

and tript aster me, like so many prisoners of war. But where's Mr. Doric, and, who the deuce is he? Nobody seems to know him; but, they fay, that's nothing; and, for my part, 1 like this new acquaintance system as well as any of them; for, if a man only visits friends, egad! he won't be ailc'd out twice a year. (Music repeated.)

Young Doric is seen receiving the salutations of the company in the recess. That's him! ahem! (pulling out bis chitterlin, &c.) I mustn't be behind hand, for I'll consult him on Sir Edward's concert—ask him for singers and musicians'.

Y. Doric (advancing). Major Tornado, I'm inform'd (taking his hand). Nothing unpleasant, I hope, has so long detained you.

Major. Sir! {bowing)

Y. Doric Detain'd ! Oh! no—I staid away on purpose. We never arrive, now, 'till an hour after our company; and generally go to another party and leave them; for, you don't come to see me, you know, nor I to see you—but, you come —you—pray, why do you come?

Major. Why, be upon my soul, I can

hardly tell you.

Y. Doric. No! and therefore to relieve both host and visitor, why not the plan that 1 propose? Why not these great confectioners and cooks, prepare the company, as well as the provisions.

Major. Prepare the company.

Y. Doric. Ay; isn't it as easy to make a little Lord as a large trifle! a woman of fashion, as a whipt syllabub? or a purse-proud citizen, as calf's-foot jelly? And then, Major, we should have the best of parties on the best of terms; for they'd cat no supper, talk no> nonsense, and be taken off with the fragments.

Major.

Major. You are the very man I want. Sir, can you help me to conduct a concert?

Y. Doric. To be sure I can.

Major. To-morrow, at Sir Edward Specious's 1)ouse, and, between ourselves, we've not one linger yet: but, as diredtor, I'm empowered to use all these bank-notes: look! to the best advantage (Jhewing them).

Y. Doric. And Sir Edward wants singers?

Major. He does indeed!

Y. Doric. And that's to pay for them? (Major nods assent) Then, in the next room there is a lady with the clearest and divinest tones! but, by this letter, which I found, a savage landlord, for a debt of forty pounds, now waits to cage the warbling bird. But pay the rascal with Sir Edward's money, and he himself shall, late or early, own, that you have used it to the best advantage.

Major. So, he will.—Here, ask the lady to give her notes, and thus I give Sir Edward's— Yet, hold! this savage landlord should not gain his point.

Y. Doric. No, he wont: for, hark ye! he arrest's her to—(whispering and laughing)—He ! he! and, better still—her name is Aubrey.

Major. Aubrey! what Aubrey?

Y. Doric. Oh! be has heard her voice before, but not to such a tune as this—So, whilst you Jive, fee company, M;ijor; for, at the rate of forty pounds a head, you'll soon grow rich by hospitality—and, for Sir Edward, tell him, the next time the school is in arrears, he had best make it help his education, by taking it in lesions,—ha! ha.—You've used his money to the best advantage! (Smacks him on the back.) [Exit.

Major. What! what, Mrs. Aubrey? Surely, not Olivia's governess! Yet, now I recollect, my

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