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Pat. Brother, I shall obey my father. 700

my heart; oh! fatal stroke,

That kills at once my hopes and me.
Giles. Miss Pat!


Nay, I only spoke : Ral. Take courage, mon, she does but joke,

Come, Suster, somewhat kinder be.
Fan. This is a thing the most oddest,

Some folks are so plaguily modest;
Were we in the

710 Ral. Fan.

To be in their place,

We'd carry it off with a different face. Giles. Thus I take her by the lily hand,

So soft and white. Ral

-Why now that's right; And kiss her too, mon, never stand.

What words can explain

My pleasure-my pain ? Pat. Giles. It presses, it rises, | My heart it surprises,

720 (I can't keep it down, tho' I'd never so fain. Fan.

So here the play ends,

The lovers are friends;
Ral. Hush!


-Nah ! Pat.

--Psha ! All. What torment's exceeding, what joys are above,

The pains and the pleasures that wait upon love.


sent age

A marble portico, ornamented with statues, which opens

from Lord AIMWORTH's house ; tuo chairs near the front.

Enter Lord AIMWORTH reading. In how contemptible a light would the situation I am now in shew me to most of the fine men of the pre

? In love with a country girl; rivalled by a poor fellow, one of my meanest tenants, and uneasy at it! If I had a mind to her, I know they would tell me, I ought to have taken care to make myself easy long ago, when I had her in my power. But I have the testimony of my own heart in my favour; and I think, was it to do again, I should act as I have done. Let's see, what we have here ? perhaps a book may compose my thoughts; [reads and throws the book away] it's to no purpose, can't read, I can't think, I can't do any thing.


Ah! hou vainly mortals treasure
Hopes of happiness and pleasure,

Hard and doubtful to obtain ;
By what standards false we measure :

Still pursuing

Ways to ruin,
Seeking bliss, and finding pain.

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Pat. Now comes the trial : no, my sentence is al. ready pronounc'd, and I will meet my fate with prudence and resolution.

1. Aim. Who's there?
Pat. My lord !
L. Aim. Patty Fairfield !

Pat. I humbly beg pardon, my lord, for pressing so abruptly into your presence; but I was told I might walk this way; and I am come by my father's commands to thank your lordship for all your fa

31 L. Aim. Favours, Patty! what favours ? I have done you none : but why this metamorphosis? I protest, if you had not spoke, I should not have known you; I never saw you wear such clothes as these in my mother's life-time.

Pat. No, my lord, it was her ladyship's pleasure I should wear better, and therefore I obeyed; but it is now my duty to dress in a manner more suitable to my station, and future prospects in life.

40 L. Aim. I am afraid, Patty, you are too humble come, sit down—nay, I will have it so.-What is it I have been told to-day, Patty? It seems you are going to be married.

Pat. Yes, my lord.


L. Aim. Well, and don't you think you could have made a better choice than farmer Giles? I should imagine your person, your accomplishments, might have intitled you to look higher.

49 Pat. Your lordship is pleased to over-rate my

little merit: the education I received in your family does not intitle me to forget my origin ; and the farmer is my equal.

L. tiim. In what respect ? The degrees of rank and fortune, my dear Patty, are arbitrary distinctions, unworthy the regard of those who consider justly; the true standard of equality is seated in the mind : those who think nobly are noble.

Pat. The farmer, my lord, is a very honest man.

L. Aim. So he may: I don't suppose he would break into a house, or commit a robbery on the highway: what do you tell me of his honesty for?

Pat. I did not mean to offend your lordship.

L. Aim. Offend! I am not offended, Patty; not at all offended -But is there any great merit in a man's being honest ?

Pat. I don't say there is, my lord.

L. Aim. The farmer is an ill-bred, illiterate booby; and what happiness can you propose to yourself in such a society.? -Then, as to his person, I am sure

-But perhaps, Patty, you like him; and if so, I am doing a wrong thing.

72 Pat. Upon my word, my lord

L." Aim. Nay, I see you do : he has had the good fortune to please you; and in that case, you are cer


tainly in the right to follow

your inclinations.-I must tell you one thing, Patty, however I hope you won't think it unfriendly of me --But I am determined farmer Giles shall not stay a moment on my estate, after next quarter-day.

80 Pat. I hope, my lord, he has not incurred your displeasure

L. Aim. That's of no signification.-Could I find as many good qualities in him as you do, perhaps But 'tis enough, he's a fellow I don't like; and as you have a regard for him, I would have advise him to provide himself. Pat. My lord, I am very unfortunate.

88 L. Aim. She loves him, 'tis plain-Come, Patty, don't cry; I would not willingly do any thing to make you uneasy.—Have you seen Miss Sycamore yet ?- I suppose you know she and I are going be married.

Pat. So I hear, my lord. Heaven make you both happy!

L. Aim. Thank you, Patty; I hope we shall be happy.

Pat. Upon my knees, upon my knees I pray it: may every earthly bliss attend you! may your days prove an uninterrupted course of delightful tranquility; and your mutual friendship, confidence and love, end but with your lives!

L. Aim. Rise, Patty, rise; say no more, I suppose you'll wait upon Miss Sycamore before you go awayat present I have a little business As I said, Patty,


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