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Danv. Distraction! to be thus outwitted and supplanted! I shall go wild.

Mod. So should 1;—but being supplanted, is' so new to me. that if Selina, unlike other women, don't love Chnrles Modern, whv Charles Modern will more love her for being so uncommonly original.

Danv. Where is Sir Arthur? for we'll instantly proceed to take most ample vengeance on them both.

Mod. What vengeance, Sir?

Danv. First, what insulted honour justly claims.

Mod. What! you'll call out Algernon! Very well—if you will be so infernally common place, only mind your seconds don't publish the report, that's all; for affairs of honour, now-a-days, confer so little honour, that pistol-work, in the field, like on the road, can'tbedone toomuchinthedark.—And for the other hacknied trick—for carrying off the lady,—that's only done upon the stage, and then is merely introduced, that some such merry fellow as myself may make a butt of the dull rogue who plans it.— So, mind, George! mind you are not my butt!

Danv. You are beneath my notice---and, be assured, Sir Arthur and myself will find a way to punish all our foes.

Mod. And be assured, Selina and myself will find a way to prevent it.—So, good by w'ye !—And I say, George, if any more novelty has taken place since 1 came away, depend on't, you shall hear it. You wished to keep your marriage secret, but I'll let you know all about the secret marriage.—Ha! ha! laugh.—Why don't you laugh?



SCENE II.—An Apartment in Solace's housea table and chairs put on near the Wing, with pens, ink, and paper.

Enter Cicfxy,

Cice. Yes, though the struggle has been most severe, honour at length has triumphed over love, and I've resolved to banish from my mind all memory of one—Heavens! do I live to utter it ?—But 'tis decreed! and the proud consciousness of acting right, and proving grateful to my benefactor, shall still excite me to complete my purpose. (Drawing table forwards-reseats herself) Now to resign the lover for the friend! (begins writing) "Sir!"—Oh! does he merit such a cold address? "Our late pri"vate meetings must have convinced you of my ■" firm attachment; but to my dear benefactor I "have promised my hand—you know he deserves *' it.—Farewell! and that your name may be con"cealed, I here return your letters." (putting her hand in her pocket) How! where are they ?—they're lost!—and if he's once discovered—Oh! let me fly, test malice should again calumniate him, who seeks that lasting fame, which fraud may covet, but which

only honour gains.


Enter Solace, immediately.

Sol. There! she do still avoid me; and betwixt her, Sir Arthur, and one thing or other, I don't know when I have passed a more cheerful, pleasant day—Very well! I do hope they will keep it up till bed time.—(Seats himself close to the table) Ha! ha J (ttying to laugh) it were not always so; for sure as put-door work went wrong, my Cicely would come and smile, and prattle, and—(rousing himself) Why


not now? Dang it! I'd like to be informed—for if caprice have taught her also to dislike me, I'll shew her I'm as proud—{hitting the table uith "liis hand, it falls on the letter) Why, what be here? A letter! and to me! No—it be to—plague !—torment!'—it be to some base, seducing—(reads) "Sir, our late ** private meetings"—Jade! sorceress !—But it won't last—1 shall be soon where trouble cannot reach me. ( weeping) "must have convinced you of (reading on) "my firm attachment—dear benefactor—promised "my hand—deserve it—farewell—name concealed "—return letters."—(trembling violently, and dropping the letter)—My head—my heart, do both so beat, and whirl—and yet—(half smiling) somehow —dang it! I were never so unhappily happy in all my life!—Hush ! she becoming!—-she be returning } and since my tongue can badly do its duty, I'll shew her she has taught me how to write—-Yes, if I can but hold my pen, (picking up letter) the letter sha'nt be all her own ! (goes hastily to the table, and writes on the letter) There is my share--that, that be consolation.

\_Leaves letter where Cicely left it, and stands aside.

Re-enter Cicely.

Cice. So—I have found them ;—but alas! they have revived such tender recollections, that 1 have scarcely courage to proceed. Here are his letters—there— (pointing to the one on the table) Well, well, I've noalternative(sealing herself, takingup the pen,andreading) "and I entreat that—you will pay no attention to any "part of this letter; for happiness is my pursuit—" Heavens! my benefactor's hand!—"Happiness is *' my pursuit; and as I cannot expect any from di"viding lovers, I do beg you will instantly come' '■ together, and consider, that whilst I have a house, *' &■ a guinea, you shall never, want a part of them."


(She trembles, turns round, sees Solace, rims towards him, and falls at his feet.)

Sol. {His head from her) Don't thee, Cicely,— don't thee make me look at thee; for if thee dost—: (turning gradual/y towards her) Dang it! he cannot grudge me one embrace! tho' no husband's, I have a father's right, and thus, and thus I do enforce it— (embracing her.)

Cice. (After a pause) And you forgive me?

Sol. Forgive thee! How could'st thee help it? The fail it were all mine; for I did forget that this now were not a face for a pretty school girl to fall in love with.—And there be the infirmity of nature, Cicely: we do fancy we be always voung and comely, and never think that beauty's but a slower! But, one thing 1 premise,—be'st sure he be no false, artful lover? .

Cice. My life—my life.upon his honour.

Sol. Enough—conclude the letter—bid him come directly—we'll have the wedding by return of post.

Enter Modern and Selina.

Mod. {to Selina) Don't you fatigue yourself— I—I'll explain every thing.

Sol. What! Mis§ Selina in my house! Madam! (bowing lozc)

Mod. Not Miss Selina, my dear fellow! because 'tis in consequence of her being a married woman, that Sir Arthur has forbid her his house; and her husband being my friend, and your friend, and every body's friend

Sol. Indeed! Who be her ,husband?

Mod. Who, but Algernon St. Albyn!

Sol. Algernon St. Albyn !—I be glad on't—I be main glad he have saved her from that Mr. Dan vers— and thee. Cicely,—thee, who, like me, dost know, and dost respect my dear young master,—speak,—■« ben't she to be envied, Cicely?

Cic4. i

Cice. (Who has sheton much previous agitation) ^ She is—your arm—support me—I am'quite faint—' o'ercome—nothing, nothing else! (falling almost senseless on Solace s shoulder.)

Sol. No, nothing, Cicely,—and it be easily accounted for; her spirits have, of late, been so much harassed—but, pray go on, your welcome new* will cheer her, and revive her.

Cice. (Starting up) Oh, yes!—'twilldo megood— pray, pray, proceed.

Sel. Nay, you've heard all, except that, till tomorrow, when I expect St. Albyn will arrive, I hope that I may call this house my own.

Sol. To be sure; and thank thee for thy company —-and Cicely will also thank thee, and I'll tell ye this—you won't be long the only new married woman in this part of the world, will she, Cicely? And so, come, come, and partake my humble fare.

Sel. Most willingly.

Mod. (In a melancholy tone) Mrs. St. Albyn! Mayn't I go with you, Mrs. St. Albyn?

Sel. I am sure you have my leave; for I feel much indebted to your kindness.

Sol. Then I'm sure he have my leave; and, after dinner, I'll tell you what new jokes I play'd off against my would-be master.

Mod. Tell me new jokes! Lead on! I'll follow you to the world's end.

(Solace exit with Selina) Madam,—(offering his hand to Cicely)

Cice. I'll coine---I'll follow,

(Modern bozes and exit.) if I can! St. Albyn married! After all his vows, the husband of another! And, now, that other to make this her home? Tis well, 'tis very well! And I, the object of seductive passion, must stay, and witness his connubial joys! No, let me rather perish—let me fly—

Sol. (without)Why, Cicely! Cicely!


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