bonny fortunes snapped up there of late years by some of the meelitary blades. Mel. Very true, sir; but it is an observation among soldiers, that there are some men who never meet with any thing in the service but blows and ill fortune-I was one of those, even to a proverb. upon honour, yean brother is ass gude till Rodolpha ass another. Sir P. I'll ainswer, madam, for your grandmother; noow, my lord, what say you? Lord L. Nay, sir Pertinax, so the agreement stands, all is right again; come, child, let us be gone. Lookye, sir Pertinax, let me have Sir P. Ah! 'tis pity, sir; a great pity, noow, no more perplexity, or trouble about writings, that ye did na get a mogul, or some sic an lawyers, duns, debts, or daughter; only let me animal intill your clutches-Ah! I should like be at my ease, and rat me if I care one pinch till ha the strangling of a nabob-the rum- of snuff if her ladyship concorporates with the maging of his gold dust, his jewel closet, and ham of Tartary. [Exit Lord Lumbercourt. aw his magazines of bars and ingots; ha! ha! Sir P. Ass to ye, my lady Macsycophant, I ha! gude traith, noow, sic an aw fellow would suppose ye concluded, before ye gave your be a bonny cheel to bring over till this toown, consent till this match, that there would be an and till exhibit him riding on an elephant; end of every thing betwixt ye and me: ye upon honour a mon might raise a poll tax by him that would gang near till pay the debts of the nation! Enter EGERTON, CONSTANTIA, LADY MACST- shall ha a jointure, but not a bawbee besides, living or dead, shall ye, or any of your issue, ever see of mine; so, madam, live wi yeer Constantia, wi yeer son, and wi that-that damn'd black sheep there. [Exit Sir Pertinax. Lady R. Weel, cousin Egerton, in spite Eger. Sir, I promised to satisfy your fears o'the ambeetious frenzy o'your faither, and the concerning your daughter's virtue; and my thoughtless deesipation o'mine, don Cupid has best proof to you and all the world, that at last carried his point in favour o'his devothink her not only chaste, but the most de-tees; but I mun noow take my leave with the serving of her sex, is, that I have made her fag-end of an awd north country wish, brought the partner of my heart, and the tender guar- fra the hospitable land of fair Strathbogie: dian of my earthly happiness for life! Sir P. Hoow, married! Eger. I know, sir, at present we shall meet your anger-but time, reflection, and our dutiful conduct, we hope, will reconcile you to our happiness. Sir P. Naver, naver; and could I make ye, her, and aw your issue beggars-I would move hell, heaven, and earth till effect it. may mutual love and gude humour ever be the guest of your hearts, the theme of your tongues, and the blithsome phantom of aw your tricksy dreams through the rugged road of this crooked, deceitful world; and may our faithers be an example to oorsels, that will remind us to treat oor bairns 1), should heaven croon our endeavours, wi more lebeerality and affection, than that with which oor fathers Lord L. Why, sir Pertinax, this is a total have treated us. [Exit Lady Rodolpha. revolution, and will entirely ruin my affairs. Eger. You seem melancholy, sir. Sir P. My lord, wi the consent of y your lordMel. These precarious turns of fortune, sir, ship and lady Rodolpha, I ha an expedient till will press upon the heart: for notwithstanding offer, that wull not ainly punish that rebel- my Constantia's happiness, and mine in hers, lious villain, but answer every end that your I own I cannot help feeling some regret, that lordship and lady Rodolpha proposed by the my misfortunes should be the cause of any intended match wee him. disagreement between a father and the man to Lord L. I doubt it much, sir Pertinax; I whom I am under the most endearing obligations. doubt it much; but what is it, sir? what is your expedient? Eger. You, sir, have no share in his disagreement; for had not you been born, from Sir P. My lord, I ha another son, my son my father's nature,, some other cause of his Sandy, he is a guid lad; and provided the resentment must have happened; but for a lady and your lordship ha na objection till time, sir, at least, and I hope for life, afflichim, every article of that rebel's intended mar- tion and angry vicissitudes have taken their riage shall be amply fulfilled, upon lady Ro-leave of us all: if affluence can procure condolpha's union with my younger son, Sandy. tent and ease, they are within our reach. My Lord L. Why, that is an expedient, indeed, fortune is ample, and shall be dedicated to sir Pertinax; but what say you, Rodolpha? the happiness of this domestic circle. Lady R. Nay, nay, my lord, ass I had na reason till ha the least affection till my cousin Egerton, and ass my intended marriage wi him was entirely an act of obedience till my grandmother, provided my cousin Sandy wull be ass agreeable till her ladyship, ass my cousin Chairles, here, would ha been-I have na the least objection till the change; ay, ay,) Children. My scheme, though mock'd by knave, co- rule: this golden In all pursuits-but chiefly in a wife, A NEW WAY TO PAY OLD DEBTS. Comedy by P. Massinger. Acted at the Phoenix, Drury Lane 1633. This play is very deservedly commended in two copies of verses by Sir Henry Moody and Sir Thomas Jay: it is one of the best of the old comedies. The plot is good and well conducted, the language dramatic and nervous, and the characters, particularly that of Sir Giles Overreach, are highly and judiciously drawn. It was revived at Drury Lane Theatre in the year 1748, and several times since; but whether from any fault in the performance, or want of taste in the 'audience, it did not meet with that success which might have been expected from its merit, and which some of its contemporaries, not possessed of more, have since received on a revival. We are the more inclined to believe that the want of success must have arisen from the performers, as it was acted at Covent Garden, in 1781, in a manner that showed it was deserving of the utmost applause. Mr. Henderson's perfance of Sir Giles Over-reach, in particular, could not be too much commended. It was revived by Mr. Cooke, who, though he may have fallen short of his predecessor just mentioned, yet has sustained the part with credit, and he who has seen Kean in this character will not easily forget him. My quondam master, was a man of worship; SCENE I. The Outside of a Village Ale-Bore the whole sway of the shire; kept a good house. Enter WELLBORN, TAPWELL, and FROTH. Not the remainder of a single can, Left by a drunken porter; all night pall'd too. Froth. Not the dropping of the tap for your morning's draught, sir. "Tis verity, I assure you. Well. Verity, you brach! house; Reliev'd the poor, and so forth; but he dying, Well. Slave, stop! or I shall lose myself. You cannot be out of your way. Tap. You were then a lord of acres, the prime gallant, And I your under-butler: note the change now: The devil turn'd precisian? Rogue, what am I? You had a merry time of't. Hawks and hounds, Tap. Troth! durst I trust you with a look-With choice of running horses; mistresses, And other such extravagancies; ing-glass, To let you see your trim shape, you would Which your uncle, sir Giles Overreach, ob quit me, And take the name yourself. Tap. Even so, sir. Advance your Plymouth There dwells, and within call (if it please your A potent monarch call'd the constable, Well. Rascal! slave! Froth. No rage, sir. serving, Resolving not to lose so fair an opportunity, Well. Some curate has penn'd this invec- And you have studied it. Tap. I have not done yet. Your lands gone, and your credit not worth a token, You grew the common borrower; no man'scap'd Your paper pellets, from the gentleman to the groom; Tap. At his own peril! Do not put yourself In too much heat, there being no water near While I, honest Tim Tapwell, with a little To quench your thirst; and sure for other liquor, stock, As mighty ale, or beer, they are things, I take it, Some forty pounds or so, bought a small cottage, You must no more remember; not in a dream, sir. And humbled myself to marriage with my Well. Why, thou unthankful villain, dar'st thou talk thus? Is not thy house, and all thou hast, my gift? Froth here. Well. Hear me, ungrateful hell-bound! did not I Tup. I find it not in chalk; and Timothy Make purses for you? then you lick'd my boots, And thought your holiday cloak too coarse to Tapwell Does keep no other_register. Well. Am I not he clean 'em. "Twas I, that when I heard thee swear, if ever Whose riots fed and cloth'd thee? Wert Thou couldst arrive at forty pounds, thou That beggar themselves to make such rascals rich. | There's such disparity in their conditions But since you are grown forgetful I will help Enter ALLWORTH. Allw. Hold, for my sake, hold! But let 'em vanish; On your ambling wit, and must use your There's law to cure our bruises. Between the goddess of my soul, the daughter, Well. Grant this true, As I believe it; canst thou ever hope Allw. And yours too. Well. I confess it, Allworth. I must tell you as a friend, and freely, Will e'er consent to make her thine? Give o'er, Allw. You have well advised me. Tapwell and Froth go into the House. Well. Sent for to your mother? Alla. My lady, Frank, my patroness! my all! She's such a mourner for ny father's death,You know my fortune and my means; yet And, in her love to him, so favours me, something That I cannot pay too much observance to her. I can spare from myself, to help your wants. There are few such stepdames. Well. 'Tis a noble widow, And keeps her reputation pure, and clear Has she no suitors? Pr'ythee tell me, Well. I doubt it not. Allo. I thank your noble care; but, pray Do I run the hazard? Well. Art thou not in love? Put it not off with wonder. Allw. In love, at my years? Well. You think you walk in clouds, but are transparent. I have heard all, and the choice that you And, with my finger, can point out the north star, Of cormorant Overreach? Dost blush and start, Allw. Howe'er you have discover'd my intents, Well. How's this? Allw. Nay, be not angry. Well. Money from thee? From a boy, a stipendiary? one that lives A Allo. Á strange humour! [Exeunt severally. SCENE II.-A Chamber in LADY ALLWORTH'S House. Enter ORDER, AMBLE, and FURNACE. And privilege in the wine-cellar. Fur. Let him; I'll be angry. Nor dinner taking up; then 'tis allow'd, My lady's go-before. Order. Nay, nay, no wrangling. At all hours, and at all places, I'll be angry; Amble. There was no hurt meant. Inscription, vicious or honourable. Fur. I am friends with thee, and yet I will I will`not force your will, but leave you free Allw. Any form you please Fur. No matter whom : yet, now I think on't, I will put on: but, might I make my choice, I'm angry with my lady. Amble. Heaven forbid, man. Order. What cause has she given thee? Fur. Cause enough, master s'eward: I was entertain'd by her to please her palate, Ard, till she forswore cating, I perform'd it. Now since our master, noble Allworth, died, Though I crack my brains to find out tempting sauces, When I am three parts roasted, And the fourth part parboil'd, to prepare her viands, She keeps her chamber, dines with a panada, Or water gruel; my skill ne'er thought on. Order. But your art is seen in the dining room. Fur. By whom? By such as pretend to love her, but come Order. Justice Greedy ? Fur. The same, the same. Meat's cast away upon him; With humble emulation, I would follow Lady A. 'Tis well answer'd, And I commend your spirit. You had a father With such respect, as if he liv'd in me. Most honour'd madam, the best mother to me; Lady A. I much hope it. These were your father's words: "If e'er my son To obey their leaders, and shun mutinies; It never thrives. He holds this paradox, Amble. One knocks. Enter ALLWORTH. In a fair cause, and for the country's safety [4 Knocking. To run upon the cannon's mouth undaunted; To bear with patience the winter's cold, And summer's scorching heat, Fur. We are all your servants. This is yet some comfort. Is my lady stirring? Order. Her presence answers for us. And, as I gave directions, if this morning As heretofore; hut say, in my excuse, I am indispos'd. Order. I shall, madam. Lady A. Do, and leave me. [Excunt Order, Amble, and Furnace. Nay, stay you, Allworth. How is it with your noble master? Allow. Ever like himself; No scruple lessen'd in the full weight of honour. He did command me (pardon my presumption), As his unworthy deputy, to kiss Your ladyship's fair hands. Lady A. I am honour'd in His favour to me. Does he hold his purpose For the Low Countries? Allow. Constantly, good madam: But he will in person first present his service. Lady A. And how approve you of his course? You are yet, Like virgin parchment, capable of any Are the essential parts make up a soldier; Allw. There's no syllable You speak, but it is to me an oracle; Beware ill company; for often men Not 'cause he's poor-that rather claims your pity; But that he's in his manners so debauch'd, Allo. I shall obey in all things. Allw. I am still bound to you. [Exeunt. A Hall in LADY ALLWORTH'S Enter SIR GILES Overreach, JUSTICE GREEDY, Sir G. Still cloister'd up? Her reason, hope, assures her, though she makes herself Close pris'ner ever for her husband's loss, "Twill not recover him. Order. Sir, it is her will; Which we that are her servants ought to serve, And not dispute. Howe'er, you are nobly And if you please to stay, that you may think so, Just. G. Is it of the right race? `Order. Yes, Mr. Greedy. Amble. How his mouth runs o'er! [Apart. Just. G. Honest Mr. Cook, thy hand-again! Are the good dishes still in being? speak, boy. a chine Of beef well season'd. Fur. A pheasant larded. Well. This is rare. Oh, here is Tom Allworth!-Tom! Nor would I have you seen here for a million. Well. No, I will not stir: Do you mark, I will not. Let me see the wretch That dares attempt to force me. Why, you slaves, Created only to make legs and cringe, Just. G. That I might now give thanks for't! To carry in a dish and shift a trencher, The fattest stag I ever cook'd. Just. G. A stag, man? And bak'd in puff-paste. Just. G. Puff-paste too, sir Giles! A pond'rous chine of beef! a pheasant larded! All business set aside, let us give thanks here. who advan That have not souls only to hope a blessing Enter LADY ALLWORTH. Lady A. What noise is this? Well. And though I have met with here, Mar. Your worships are to sit on a com-I hope from you to receive that noble usage, As may become the true friend of your husband; mission, And if you fail to come, you lose the cause. We may put off a commission; you shall find it Sir G. Fie, Mr. Greedy, No more, for shame! We must forget the belly, a Just. G. Well, you shall overrule me. Fur. Will you be so prodigal? Who have we here? Well. You know me. Sir G. I did once, but now I will not; If ever thou presume to own me more, Just. G. I'll grant the warrant. Think of pie-corner, Furnace. And then I shall forget these. To see and hear this rudeness. Dar'st thou Though sworn, that it can ever find belief, Denied my presence since my husband's death, Can fall so low as to change words with thee? titles, Equipage, and fortune; your men's observance, [Aside. Order. There he touch'd her. Almost as low as I. Want, debts, and quarrels, [Exeunt Sir Giles Overreach, Justice Lay heavy on him: let it not be thought Greedy, and Marrall. Amble. Will you out, sir? I wonder how you durst creep in. Order. This is rudeness, And saucy impudence. Amble. Cannot you stay A boast in me, though I say I reliev'd him. [To Wellborn. I brought him on and off with honour, lady: To be serv'd among your fellows from the basket, And brought him to the shore. But you must press into the hall? Fur. Are not we base rogues |