bonny fortunes snapped up there of late years by some of the meelitary blades.

upon honour, yean brother is ass gude till Rodolpha ass another.

Mel. Very true, sir; but it is an observation Sir P. I'll ainswer, madam, for your grandamong soldiers, that there are some men who mother; noow, my lord, what say you? never meet with any thing in the service but Lord L. Nay, sir Pertinax, so the agreement blows and ill fortune-I was one of those, stands, all is right again; come, child, let us even to a proverb. 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 cham 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 shall ha a jointure, but not a bawbee besides, by him that would gang near till pay the debts living or dead, shall ye, or any of your issue, of the nation! ever see of mine; so, madam, live wi yeer Constantia, wi yeer son, and wi that-that Enter EGERTON, CONSTANTIA, LADY MACSY-damn'd black sheep there. [Exit Sir Pertinax. COPHANT, and SIDNEY. 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 I 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.

Lord L. I doubt it much, sir Pertinax; I doubt it much; but what is it, sir? what is your expedient?

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 have treated us. Exit Lady Rodolpha.

Lord L. Why, sir Pertinax, this is a total revolution, and will entirely ruin my affairs. Eger. You seem melancholy, sir. Sir P. My lord, wi the consent of your lord- Mel. 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 whom I am under the most endearing obligations. 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. My scheme, though mock'd by knave, coquette, and fool,

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,

To thinking minds must prove this golden

rule:

In all pursuits--but chiefly in a wife,
Not wealth, but morals, make the happy
life.
[Exeunt.

1) Children.

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 saccess 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 applanse. 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.
Well. No liquor! nor no credit?
Tap. None, sir;

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,
And the twelve hundred a year coming to you,
Late master Francis, but now forlorn Well-
born-

Well. Slave, stop! or I shall lose myself.
Froth. Very hardly.

You cannot be out of your way.
Tap. You were then a lord of acres,
prime gallant,

the 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.

Well. How! dog?

Tap. Even so, sir. Advance your Plymouth cloak;

There dwells, and within call (if it please your
worship),

A potent monarch call'd the constable,
That does command a citadel call'd the stocks;
Such as with great dexterity will hale
Your poor tatter'd—

Well. Rascal! slave!
Froth. No rage, sir.

serving,

Resolving not to lose so fair an opportunity,
On foolish mortgages, statutes, and bonds,
For awhile supplied your lavishness, and then
left you.

Well. Some curate has penn'd this invec-
tive, mongrel,

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; While I, honest Tim Tapwell, stock,

with a

little

Tap. At his own peril! Do not put yourself In too much heat, there being no water near To quench your thirst; and sure for other liquor, 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?

Froth here. Well. Hear me, ungrateful hell-hound! did not I

boots,

Is not thy house, and all thou hast, my gift?
Tup. I find it not in chalk; and Timothy Make purses for you? then you lick'd my
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
Thou viper, thankless viper!

But since you are grown forgetful I will help
Your memory, and beat thee into remembrance;
Nor leave one bone unbroken. [Beats him.
Tap. Oh, oh, oh!
Froth. Help! help!

Enter ALLWORTH.

Allw. Hold, for my sake, hold!
Deny me, Frank? they are not worth your anger.
Well. For once thou hast redeem'd them
from this sceptre:

[Shaking his Cudgel.
But let 'em vanish;
For if they grumble, revoke my pardon.
Froth. This comes of your prating, hus-
band; you presum'd
On your ambling wit, and must use your
glib tongue,
Though you are beaten lame for't.
Tap. Patience, Froth,
There's law to cure our bruises.

[Tapwell and Froth go into the House. Well. Sent for to your mother?

Allo. My lady, Frank, my patroness! my all!
She's such a mourner for ny father's death,
And, in her love to him, so favours me,
That I cannot pay too much observance to her.
There are few such stepdames.

Well. 'Tis a noble widow,

And keeps her reputation pure, and clear
From the least taint of infamy; her life,
With the splendour of her actions, leaves no
tongue

To envy or detraction. Pr'ythee tell me,
Has she no suitors?

Allw. Even the best of the shire, Frank,
My lord excepted: such as sue and send,
And send and sue again; but to no purpose.
Yet she's so far from sullenness and pride,
That I dare undertake you shall meet from her
A liberal entertainment.

Well. I doubt it not.
Now, Allworth, better come and mark my
counsel. I am bound to give it;
Thy father was my friend; and that affection
I bore to him, in right descends to thee:
Thou art a handsome and a hopeful youth;
Nor will I have the least affront stick on thee,
If I with any danger can prevent it.

Allw. I thank your noble care; but, pray
you, in what

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
have made;
And, with my finger, can point out the north star,
By which the loadstone of your folly's guided.
And to confirm this true, what think of
you
Fair Margaret, the only child and heir
Of cormorant Overreach? Dost blush and start,
To hear her only nam'd? Blush at your want
Of wit and reason.

Allw. Howe'er you have discover'd my intents,
You know my aims are lawful; and if ever
The queen of flowers, the glory of the spring,
Sprung from an envious briar, I may infer,

Between the goddess of my soul, the daughter,
And the base churl her father.
Well. Grant this true,

As I believe it; canst thou ever hope
To enjoy a quiet bed with her, whose father
Ruin'd thy state?

Allw. And yours too.

Well. I confess it, Allworth.

I must tell you as a friend, and freely,
That, where impossibilities are apparent,
'Tis indiscretion to nourish hopes.
Or canst thou think (if self-love blind thee not)
That sir Giles Overreach (that to make her great
In swelling titles, without touch of conscience,
Will cut his neighbour's throat, and I hope
his own too)

Will e'er consent to make her thine? Give o'er,
And think of some course suitable to thy rank,
And prosper in it.

Allw. You have well advised me.
But, in the mean time, you that are so studious
Of my affairs, wholly neglect your own.
Remember yourself, and in what plight you are.
Well. No matter, no matter.

Allw. Yes, 'tis much material:

You know my fortune and my means; yet
something

I can spare from myself, to help your wants.
Well. How's this?

Allw. Nay, be not angry.
Well. Money from thee?

From a boy, a stipendiary? one that lives
At the devotion of a stepmother,
And the uncertain favour of a lord?
I'll eat my arms first. Howsoe'er blind fortune
Hath spent the utmost of her malice on me;
Though I am vomited out of an alehouse,
And thus accoutred; know not where to eat,
Or drink, or sleep, but underneath this canopy;
Although I thank thee, I despise thy offer.
And as I, in my madness, broke my state
Without th' assistance of another's brain,
In my right wits I'll piece it; at the worst,
Die thus, and be forgotten.

Allw. Á strange humour! [Exeunt severally.
SCENE II-A Chamber in LADY ALLWORTH'S
House.

Enter ORDER, Amble, and Furnace. Order. Set all things right, or, as my name is Order,

Whoever misses in his function,
For one whole week makes forfeiture of his
breakfast,

And privilege in the wine-cellar.
Amble. You are merry,

Good master steward.

Fur. Let him; I'll be angry.

Amble. Why, fellow Furnace, 'tis not twelve
o'clock yet,

Nor dinner taking up; then 'tis allow'd,
Cooks, by their places, may be choleric.
Fur. You think you have spoke wisely, good
man Amble,

My lady's go-before.
Order. Nay, nay, no wrangling.
Fur. Twit me with the authority of the
kitchen?

At all hours, and at all places, I'll be angry;
And, thus provok'd, when I am at my prayers
I will be angry.

Fur. I am friends with thee, and yet I will l will not force your will, but leave you free
be angry.
To your own election.
Order. With whom?
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,

This is yet some comfort. Is my lady stirring? And from one man I warn you, and that's

Sir G. Still cloister'd up? Her reason, I hope, assures her, though she makes herself But be will in person first present his service. Close pris'ner ever for her husband's loss, Lady A. And how approve you of his course ? | Twill not recover him.

And not dispute. Howe'er, you are nobly
welcome:

And if you please to stay, that you may think so,
There came not six days since from Hull, a pipe
Of rich Canary; which shall spend itself
For my lady's honour.

Just. G. Is it of the right race?
Order. Yes, Mr. Greedy.

Amble. How his mouth runs o'er! [Apart.
Fur. I'll make it run and run. [Apart] Save
your good worship!

Just. G. Honest Mr. Cook, thy hand-again!
How I love thee!

Are the good dishes still in being? speak, boy.
Fur. If you have a mind to feed, there is
a chine

Of beef well season'd.

Just. G. Good.
Fur. A pheasant larded.

Just. G. That I might now give thanks for't!
Fur. Besides, there came last night, from
the forest of Sherwood,

The fattest stag I ever cook'd.

Just. G. A stag, man?
Fur. A stag, sir; part of it is prepar'd for
dinner,

And bak'd in puff-paste.

Just. G. Puff-paste too, sir Giles!

A pond'rous chine of beef! a pheasant larded!
And red deer too, sir Giles, and bak'd in puff-

paste!

All business set aside, let us give thanks here.
Sir G. You know we cannot.

Well. This is rare.

Oh, here is Tom Allworth!-Tom!
Allw. We must be strangers;

Nor would I have you seen here for a million.
[Exit.
Well. Better and better. He contemns me too.
Fur. Will you know your way?
Amble. Or shall we teach it you,
By the head and shoulders?

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,
To carry in a dish and shift a trencher,
That have not souls only to hope a blessing
Beyond your master's leavings — who advan
Shows me the way?
Order. Here comes my lady.

ces? who

Enter LADY ALLWORTH.

Lady A. What noise is this?

Well. Madam, my designs bear me to you.
Lady A. To me?

Well. And though I have met with
But ragged entertainment from your grooms
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.
Just. G. Cause me no causes: I'll prove't,
for such a dinner,

We may put off a commission; you shall find it
Henrici decimo quarto.

Sir G. Fie, Mr. Greedy,
Will you lose me a thousand pounds for

dinner?

a

No more, for shame! We must forget the belly,
When we think of profit.

Just. G. Well, you shall overrule me.
I could ev'n cry now. Do you hear, master Cook?
Send but a corner of that immortal pasty,
And I in thankfulness will, by your boy,
Send you a brace of threepences.

Fur. Will you be so prodigal?
Sir G. Remember me to your lady.
Enter Wellborn.

Who have we here?

Well. You know me.

Sir G. I did once, but now I will not;
Thou art no blood of mine. Avaunt, thou beggar!

If ever thou presume to own me more,
I'll have thee cag'd and whipp'd.

Just. G. I'l grant the warrant.

Think of pie-corner, Furnace.

And then I shall forget these.
Lady A. I am amaz'd,

To see and hear this rudeness. Dar'st thou
think,

Though sworn, that it can ever find belief,
That I, who to the best men of this country
Denied my presence since my husband's death,
Can fall so low as to change words with thee?
Well. Scorn me not, good lady;
But as in form you are angelical,
Imitate the heavenly natures, aud vouchsafe
At least awhile to hear me. You will grant

The blood that runs in this arm is as noble
As that which fills your veins. Your swelling

titles,

Equipage, and fortune; your men's observance,
And women's flattery, are in you no virtues;
Nor these rags, with my poverty, in me vices.
You have a fair fame, and I know deserve it;
Yet, lady, I must say, in nothing more
Than in the pious sorrow you have shown
For your late noble husband.

[Aside.

Order. There he touch'd her.
Well. That husband, madam, was once in
his fortune

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.

[To Wellborn.

A boast in me, though I say I reliev'd him.
'Twas I that gave him fashion; mine the sword
That did on all occasions second his;

I brought him on and off with honour, lady: And when in all men's judgments he was sunk, And in his own hopes not to be buoy'd up; I stepp'd unto him, took him by the hand, To be serv'd among your fellows from the basket, And brought him to the shore. But you must press into the hall?

Amble. Cannot you stay

Fur. Are not we base rogues