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neck first. This sharp north wind--Antoine, bring down my muff.

Col. Ay, do, and his great-coat.

Lady M. Margaret, some hartshorn. My dear Mr. Oldboy, why. will you fly out in this way, when you know how it shocks my tender nerves ?

Col. Madam, its enough to make a man mad.
Lady M. Hartshorn! Hartshorn!
Jes. Colonel !
Col. Do you hear the puppy?
Jes. Will you give me leave to ask you one question ?
Col. I don't know whether I will or not.

Jes. I should be glad to know, that's all, what single circumstance in my conduct, carriage or figure, you can possibly find fault with-Perhaps I may be brought to reform-Prythee, let me hear from your own mouth, then, seriously, what it is you do like, and what it is you do not like?

Col. Hum!
Jes. Be ingenuous, speak and spare not.
Col. You would know?

AIR.
Good Sir, I will tell you without any jest,
The thing of all things which I hate and detest;

A coxcomb, a fop,

A dainty milk-sop;
Who, essenc'd und dizend from bottom to top,
Looks just like a doll for a milliner's shop.

A thing full of prate,
And pride and conceit;
All fashion, no weight;
Who shrugs and takes snuff,
And carries a muff;

A minikin,

Finikin,

French powder-puff:
And now, sir, I fancy l'oe told you enough. [Exit.

Jes. What's the matter with the Colonel, madam; does your ladyship know?

Lady M. Heigho! don't be surprised, my dear; it was the same thing with my late dear brother, Lord Jes. samy; they never could agree: that good-natured, friendly soul, knowing the delicacy of my coustitution, has often said, sister Mary, I pity you. Not but your father

has good qualities, and, I assure you, I remember him a very fine gentleman himself. In the year of the

hard frost, one thousand seven hundred and thirty-nine, 5 when he first paid his addresses to me, he was called

agreeable Jack Oldboy, though I married him without • the consent of your noble grandfather.'

Jes. I think he ought to be proud of me: I believe there's many a Duke, nay Prince, who would esteem themselves happy in having such a son

Lady M. Yes, my dear; but your sister was always your father's favourite: He intends to give her a prodi. gious fortune, and sets his heart upon seeing her a woman of quality.

Jes. He should wish to see her look a little like a gentle. woman first. When she was in London last winter, I am told she was taken notice of by a, few men. But she wants air, manner,

6 Lady M. And has not a bit of the genius of our family, and I never knew a woman of it, but herself, without. I have tried her. About three years ago, I set her to translate a little French song: I found she

had not even an idea of versification; and she put down " love and joy for rhyme so I gave her over. "

Jes. Why, indeed, she appears to have more of the ? Thalestris than the Sappho about her.'

Lady M. Well, my dear, I must go and dress myself, though I protest I am fitter for my bed than my coach. And condescend to the Colonel a little-Do, my dear, if it be only to oblige your mamma.

[Exit. Jes. Let me consider-I am going to visit a country • Baronet here, who would fain prevail upon me to marry • his daughter: the old gentleman has heard of my parts " and understanding; Miss, of my figure and address.. But, suppose I should not like her when I see her? • Why, positively, then I will not have her; the treaty's at

ACT 1. 3 "an end, and, sans compliment, we break up the con

gress. But, won't that be cruel, after having suffered x (her to flatter herself with hopes, and shewing myself to 6 to her. She's a strange Dowdy, I dare believe: how. , 6 ever, she brings provision with her for a separate main6 tenance.

Antoine, appretez la toilette. I am going to spend a (sad day; that I perceive already; I wish it was over; 6 I dread it as much as a general election.

AIR.
6. When a man of fashion condescends
"To herd among his country friends,

6 They watch his looks, his motions :

One booby gupes, another stares,
6 And all he says, does, cats, drinks, wears,

Must suit their rustic notions.
" But as for this brutish old clown here,
! Ah! why did I ever come down here!

The savage will now never quit me:
" Then a consort to take,

For my family's sake,
"I own 'tis a cap does not fit me.[Exit.

SCENE II. A Study in Sir John Flowerdale's House :

two Chairs and a Table, with Globes and Mathematical Instruments. Clarissa enters, followed by Jenny.

AIR.
Clar. May Heav'n's kind hand protect me,

Assist, support, direct me;

Relieve a heart opprest :
Ah! why this palpitation !
Cease, busy perturbation,

And let me, let me rest.
Jen. My dear lady, what ails you ?
Clur. Nothing, Jenny; nothing.

Jen. Pardon me, madam, there is something ails you, indeed. What signifies all the grandeur and riches in this

world, if they can't procure one content. I am sure it vexes me to the heart, so it does, to see such a dear, sweet, worthy young lady, as you are, pining yourself to death.

Clar. Jenny, you are a good girl, and I am very much obliged to you for feeling so much on my account; but in a little time, I hope, I shall be easier.

Jenny. Why, now, here to day, madam—for certain, you ought to be merry to-day, when there's a fine gentleman coming to court you; but, if you like any one else better, I am sure, I wish you had him,-heartily I do.

Clur. Suppose, Jenny, I was so unfortunate as to like a man without my father's approbation-would you wish me to marry him?

Jen. I wish you married to anyone, madam, that could make you happy.

Clar. Heigho!

Jen, Madam! madam! yonder's Sir John and Mr. Lionel on the terrace. I believe they are coming up here. Poor, dear Mr. Lionel, he does not seem to be in over great spirits either. To be sure, madam, it's no business of mine; but, I believe, if the truth was known, there are those in the house who would give more than ever I shall be worth, or any the likes of me, to prevent the marriage of a certain person that shall be nameless.

Clar. What do you mean? I don't understand you.
Jen. I hope you are not angry, madam ?
Clar. Ah! Jenny

6 Jen. Madam! do you think when Mr. Lionel's a I clergyman, he'll be obliged to cut off his hair? I'm sure " it will be a thousand pities, for it is the sweetest colour. 6 and looks the nicest put up in a queue-and your great 6 pudding-sleeves ! they'll quite spoil his shape, and the

fall of his shoulders. Well! madam, if I was a lady of large fortune, Mr. Lionel should not be a parson, if I could help it.

Clar. " No reflections upon the clergy, Jenny. No " order of men, no profession, ought to be considered as

more honourable and important.' I am going into my dressing-room-It seems then Mr. Lionel is a great fáa vourite of yours; but pray Jenny have a care how you

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talk in this manner to any one else.

Jen. Metalk! madam-I thought you knew me better; and, my dear lady, keep up your spirits. I'm sure I have dressed you to-day as nicely as hands and pins can make you.

AIR.
I'm but a poor servant, 'tis true ma'am;
But was I a lady, like you, ma'am,

In grief would I sit? No, no, not a bit ;
I would certainly search the world thro', ma'am,

To find what my liking could hit.
And if a young man,

In my fancy there ran, ..
Not lik'd by my friends and relations ;

Yet, if I had regard,

It should go very hard,
Or I'd follow my own inclinations. [Exeunt.

Enter Sir John FLOW ERDALE and Lionel. Sir John. Indeed, Lionel, I will not hear of it. What! to run from us, all on a sudden, in this way ; and at such a time, too; the eve of my daughter's wedding, as I may call it, when your company must be doubly agreeable, as well as necessary to us? I am sure you have no studies at present that require your attendance at Oxford: I must therefore insist on your putting such thoughts out of your head.

Lion. Really, Sir, I have been so long from the uni. versity, that it is time for me to think of returning. It is true, I have no absolute studies; but yet, sir, I shall be obliged to you if you will give me leave to go.

Sir John. Come, come, my dear Lionel, I have for some time observed a more than ordinary gravity growing upon you, and I am not to learn the reason of it: I know, to minds, serious and well inclined, like yours, the sacred functions you are about to embrace

Lion. Dear Sir, your goodness to me, of every kind, is so great, so unremitted! Your condescension, your friendly attentions-in short, Sir, I want words to express my sense of obligations

Sir John. Fie, fie, no more of them. " By my last < letters, I find, that my old friend the Rector still con.

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