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0. Doric. So-all in grand style, I fee—friends, fidlers, footmen,-crowds, coronets, conftables, pick-pockets, peace-officers-and, tell me, sir, was I insulted by my nephew's orders?

Dorv. Insulted, fir ! by whom?

0. Doric. By his constables-his staff-officers from London; for, taking me for an Old Bailey acquaintance, they cock'd their eyes, and bawld aloud, “ Vy, Dicky, you be'nt expected.”-“No, says I, “nor Toby either ; but I warrant we're both of us as good as many of the company”. and so I forced my way,--and fo, fir, show me to the concert-room, for Jack shall sign these articles directly.

Dorv. Nay, sir, consider—you will be his ruin.

0. Doric. Well let him thank himself-he knows he was my favourite, and, now, when building is the first profession, - aye, you may ftare, fir-but, are not all men measured by their houses? Stand they not long or short in public estimation, according to the size of their apartments? And don't great rooms make painters, dentists, and c'en surgeons great? for, who will follow genius to a garret? None-fo, lead the way, and quick! dispatch! for if, as partner, I pay half the piper—i'cod! I'll hear some piping for my money .

[Exit with Dorville. r. Doric. Wheugh! beat! beat for ever! and, at the very crisis, when, with his friendly aid, Í might have shouted victory! Well, well, I cannot blame him-(Music within.) Ah! there's Von Rapidotz-Pooh! his famed flourishes are useless now. (More music, and cries of Bravo-Bravisfimo" within) Hark! with what shouts they hail his first attempt. I'll rouse! I'll profit by the found; for music, that can bend the knotted oak, may soften e'en old Toby's heart.

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Re-enter Old Doric, with the Articles. C. Doric. Sign, sign directly, or we smash to. gether-Oh! you're indeed an active partner. I thought at most it would have cost five pounds; but here to have the first appearance of a player, whose price, in Russia, is two hundred ducats.

r. Doric. Who says so, sir?

0. Doric. Who? every public print: and 'tis no wonder, for the whole room was in an ecstacy, almost before he moved his elbows-Ay, and when, by chance, he dropt his diamond pin, young, old, lame, splenetick, all tumbled, neck and heels, to have the glory of replacing it.

r. Doric. (with exultation) Indeed!

0. Doric. And one, a travelling gentleman, who often had been charmed with him abroad, swore instinct was his music-master, for that his father was a poor Cossack.

7. Doric. That's capital! for I'm his father! 0, Doric. You!

r. Doric. I made, I nam’d-I praised-him, as you heard : and fam'd Von Rapidot is Jack's own child.

0. Doric. What! (with astonishment.)

7.Doric. Mum! he'sa pooremigrant from Swifferland, who, having nothing to support himself, his children, and his wife, but some wild talent in the art of music, applied, in vain, to get employment-in vain, because he wanted name and reputation-I gave him every thing-1 puff’d him, as a prodigy, and all good-naturedly, fo, take my word, that,-ha! ha! ha! whilst one hears him, where he never played, others huzza before they hcar at all.

0. Doric. (Smiling) Zounds ! you most impudent

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r. Doric. Why, where's the harm? when thus they're in such ecitacy? (pointing to the room) He came here, express, to tell me, he had glorious offers now, and speak his own, and his lov'd partner's joy-And, hould it aid my partner-should it but lead to trade and to connection, I may regain an old friend's love, which, on my life, I covet from my heart; for, while yon senseless fhouts afford no bliss, his approbation will secure my

0. Doric. It will—it will-(tearing the articles.) Y. Doric. What! you are jesting!

0. Doric. No; quite (tearing on) quite the contrary. (Embracing Young Doric.) Dam’me! I'll give another gala myself, and at this villa Dorville spoke of; and ask a certain person, called Olivia --and, name what settlement you please; don't stand upon a thousand pounds or two-a concert, and a supper will soon settle that.

7. Doric. Thanks—Thanks! and for my villa, consider it, at least, as half your own.

0. Doric. Half! we're partners, Jack-and, as I long to see it, and there's that old fiery, bullyloving Major, now brandishing his cane about the concert-room--come, I'll be off.

r. Doric. Do; and my chariot, which now waits to take home visitors, shall instantly convey you-and, when the concert's over, we'll have a quiet fupper by ourselves, and drink success to harmony, Von Rapidotz and trade-coine! Enter Dorville, with a Servant, from Concert-Room.

Dorv. Stay, fir-one word. .
r. Doric. I can't-I must attend my uncle.
Dorv. What ! to sign articles of dissolution ?
Y. Doric. No: quite the contrary.

[Exit arm in arm with Old Doric. Dorv. Bravo! that's excellent-and, William,

since the Major cannot guess why Miss Tornado is detained so long, go fce if she be coming.

Will. Lord, sir, there are such crowds of carriages and people, that 'tis impossible to fee, or hear, orad

Dorv. No matter; he is so vexed at her delay, that I desire you'll obey him.

[Exit William.

Re-enter Young Doric, laughing.
What! what adventure now!

r. Doric. Oh! the best yet—the night's so dark, and there is such confusion 'mongst the carriages, that my ftunn'd uncle, in his fright and bustle, seeing the door of a brown chariot open, coolly whips in, and, thinking it is mine, orders the coachman to drive home directly.

Dorv. 'Slife! and whose chariot was it?

1. Doric. I know no more than he does ; but this I know, the servants were so drunk, that they niistook him for their master; for they all bow'd, and drove him off in style—and, let them land him where they will, be it a palace, or a private gentleman's, he'll swear it is his partner's villa, and call for half of every thing he likes. But come-ere this Olivia is arrived.

Dorv. No; and I guess the cause--she is detained by this Miss Stoic;-and, now I recollectwhat colour is the Major's chariot ?-don't it resemble your's?

1. Doric. It does; and should they drive him to the Hermitage !-Mum! we'll ask directly-and, as 'tis clear she'd part me from Olivia, may honest Toby take her house for mine! for he's so hasty, and so obstinate, that should they charge him to decamp, I shou’dn't wonder if he charged her too, and boldly march'd the hermit to the roundhouse.

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SCENE II.— Inside of the Hermitage.

Enter Nicholas, drunk, with a Tankard. Nich. So! success to solitude! for the Major's gone to the concert, and Mistress and Miss Olivia are gone-and Mrs. Aubrey ;-—no, she's not gone, because she's locked up in that Sanctum Sanctorum there. I believe somehow, I'm gone. (loud knocking.) Now, for a guinea, that's the Major in his chariot (going towards door). They say that too much ale, (pointing towards tankard) makes one fee double ; but, faith, for my part, I can't see at allyes, I can ; (looking out) I see, 'tis the Major.

Enter Old Doric.

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Oh! your honour ! (bowing and reeling.)

0. Doric. What ! you're as sober as the rest, Why, zounds! they reeld Jack's chariot thro' the air ; but, pheugh! (puffing himself) I'm fafe at home at last--and, as I live, (looking round) our villa is a pretty partnership concern—so snug

Supper, Sirrah! (very loud and authoritatively.)

Nich. Supper ! Why, Major!0. Doric. Major ! begone!

[Exit Nicholas. The Coachman call'd me Major too : but 'tis their drunken folly-And, now as fenior Co. to pop on the best chamber, and best bed, (going to the door) Why this door's lock'd—and, as it seems, inside, (looks through the keyhole) What! a white petticoat! Oh, Jack! now, is this fair, and equal by your partner ? But I'll be quits with you, for, as I'm first, and this, perchance, may prove

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