nary fleet-unless Popery should be landed in "the west, or the French fleet were at anchor at "Blackwall.

"Scand. No? Undoubtedly, Mr. Foresight knew "all this, and might have prevented it.

"For. 'Tis no earthquake ?

"Scand. No, not yet; no whirlwind. But we don't "know what it may come to-but it has had a consequence already that touches us all.

"Sir S. Why, body o'me, out with it.

He has

"Scand. Something has appeared to your son Va"lentine-he's gone to bed upon't, and very ill."He speaks little, yet he says he has a world to say. "Asks for his father and the wise Foresight; talks "of Raymond Lully, and the ghost of Lilly. "secrets to impart, I suppose, to you too. I can get "nothing out of him but sighs. He desires he may "see you in the morning; but would not be dis"turbed to-night, because he has some business to "do in a dream."

Sir S. Hoity toity! what have I to do with his dreams or his divination?-Body o'me, this is a trick, to defer signing the conveyance. I warrant the devil will tell him in a dream, that he must not part with his estate. But I'll bring him a parson to tell him that the devil's a liar—or, if that won't do, I'll bring a lawyer, that shall out-lie the devil; and so I'll try whether my blackguard or his shall get the better of the day. "Scand. Alas! Mr. Foresight, I am afraid all is

[Exit.

nd not right.—You are a wise man, and a conscien❝tious man; a searcher into obscurity and futurity; ❝ and, if you commit an error, it is with a great deal ❝ of consideration, and discretion, and caution.

"For. Ah, good Mr. Scandal.

"Scand. Nay, nay, 'tis manifest; I do not flatter 66 you. But Sir Sampson is hasty, very hasty—I'm ❝ afraid he is not scrupulous enough, Mr. Foresight. "He has been wicked; and Heaven grant he may "mean well in his affair with you!- -But my mind "gives me, these things cannot be wholly insignifiYou are wise, and should not be over"reached: methinks you should not.

❝ cant.

"For. Alas, Mr. Scandal-Humanum est errare! "Scand. You say true, man will err; mere man "will err-but you are something more.-There "have been wise men; but they were such as you 66 -men who consulted the stars and were observers "of omens.-Solomon was wise; but how? by his "judgment in astrology.-So says Pineda, in his third "book and eighth chapter.

“For. You are learned, Mr. Scandal.

"Scand. A trifler-but a lover of art.-And the "wise men of the east owed their instructions to a "star; which is rightly observed by Gregory the "Great, in favour of astrology! And Albertus "Magnus makes it the most valuable science-because, says he, it teaches us to consider the causa❝tion of causes, in the causes of things.

"For. I protest, I honour you, Mr. Scandal.-I

"did not think you had been read in these matters. "Few young men are inclined

"Scand. I thank my stars that have inclined me. "But I fear this marriage and making over the "estate, this transferring of a rightful inheritance, "will bring judgments upon us. I prophesy it; and "I would not have the fate of Cassandra, not to be "believed. Valentine is disturbed; what can be the "cause of that? and Sir Sampson is hurried on by "an unusual violence-I fear he does not act "wholly from himself; and methinks he does not "look as he used to do.

"For. He was always of an impetuous nature."But as to this marriage, I have consulted the stars; "and all appearances are prosperous,

"Scand. Come, come, Mr. Foresight; let not the "prospect of worldly lucre carry you beyond your "judgment, nor against your conscience. You are "not satisfied that you act justly.

"For. How!

"Scand. You are not satisfied, I say. I am loth "to discourage you-but it is palpable that you are "not satisfied.

"For. How does it appear, Mr. Scandal? I think "I am very well satisfied.

"Scand. Either you suffer yourself to deceive "yourself, or you do not know yourself.

"For. Pray explain yourself.

"Scand. Do you sleep well o' nights? "For. Very well.

"Scand. Are you certain? you do not look so. "For. I am in health, I think.

"Scand. So was Valentine this morning; and "looked just so.

"For. How! Am I altered any way? I don't per"ceive it.

"Scand. That may be; but your beard is longer " than it was two hours ago. "For. Indeed? bless me !"

Enter Mrs. FORESIGHT.

"Mrs. For. Husband, will you go to bed? it's ten "o'clock. Mr. Scandal, your servant.

"Scand. Pox on her, she has interrupted my de. “ sign—but I must work her into the project. You "keep early hours, madam.

"Mrs. For. Mr. Foresight is punctual; we sit up "after him.

"For. My dear, pray lend me your glass, your "little looking-glass.

"Scand. Pray lend it him, madam-I'll tell you "the reason-[She gives him the glass: Scandal and "she whisper]-My passion for you is grown so vio“lent—that I am no longer master of myself—I was "interrupted in the morning, when you had charity "enough to give me your attention; and I had hopes "of finding another opportunity of explaining my"self to you-but was disappointed all this day; and “the uneasiness that has attended me ever since, "brings me now hither at this unseasonable hour.

"Mrs. For. Was there ever such impudence, to "make love to me before my husband's face? I'll "swear, I'll tell him.

"Scand. Do. I'll die a martyr rather than disclaim 'my passion. But come a little farther this way; "and I'll tell you what project I had to get him out "of the way, that I might have an opportunity of "waiting upon you.

[Whisper. Foresight looking in the glass.

"For. I do not see any revolution here.-Me"thinks I look with a serene and benign aspect,— "pale, a little pale-but the roses of these cheeks "have been gathered many years-Ha, I do not like "that sudden flushing-gone already!-Hem, hem, "hem! faintish. My heart is pretty good; yet it "beats and my pulses, ha!-I have none-mercy "on me!-hum!-Yes, here they are.-Gallop, "gallop, gallop, gallop, gallop, gallop! hey, whither "will they hurry me ?-Now they're gone again"and now I'm faint again; and pale again, and, "hem! and my, hem!-breath, and, hem!-grows "short; hem! he, he, hem!

"Scand. It takes : pursue it, in the name of love "and pleasure.

“Mrs. For. How do you do, Mr. Foresight ?

"For. Hum, not so well as I thought I was. Lend "me your hand.

"Scand. Look you there now.-Your lady says 66 your sleep has been unquiet of late.

"For. Very likely !