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angry on your son's account; but, let me repeat it, this is not from wanting a sense of his merit.

Col. If you have a high opinion of that, it's more than I have. Taken amiss! I don't take any thing amiss; I never was in better spirits, or more pleased, in my life.

Sir John. Come, you are uneasy at something, Colonel ? Col. Me! I am not uneasy.-Are you a justice of peace? Then you could give me a warrant, cou'dn't you? You must know, Sir John, a little accident has happened in my family since I saw you last; you and I may shake hands Daughters, Sir, daughters! Your's has snapt at a young fellow without your approbation-and how do you think mine has served me this morning?-only run away with the scoundrel I brought to dinner here yesterday.

Sir John. I am excessively concerned.

Col. Now I'm not a bit concerned-No, I am glad it has happened; yet, thus far I'll confess, I should be sorry that either of them would come in my way, because a man's temper may sometimes get the better of him. Clar. But pray, Sir, explain this affair.

Col. I can explain it no farther-Dy, my daughter Dy, has run away from us.

Enter DIANA and HARMAN.

Dian. No, my dear papa, I am not run away; and, upon my knees I entreat your pardon for the folly I have committed; but let it be some alleviation, that duty and affection were too strong to suffer me to carry it to extremity: and, if you knew the agony I have been in, since I saw you last

Lady M. How's this?

Har. Sir, I restore your daughter to you, whose fault, as far as it goes, I must also take upon myself; we have been known to each other for some time; as Lady Richly, your sister, in London, can acquaint you

Col. Dy, come here- -Shut the door there, don't let him escape.

Har. Sir, do not imagine I want to escape; I am extremely sorry for what has happened, but am ready to make you any reparation you think proper.

Col. Follow me into the garden, then
Clar. My dear papa!

Dian. Sir John Flowerdale-O my indiscretion!-we came here, Sir, to beg your mediation in our favour. Lady M. Mr. Oldboy, if you attempt to fight, I shall expire.

Sir John. Pray, Colonel, let me speak a word to you in private.

Jes. Why, Miss Dy, you are a perfect heroine for a romance-And, pray, who is this courteous knight ? Lady M. O Sir, you that I thought such a pretty behaved gentleman!

Jes. What business are you of, friend?

Har. My chief trade, Sir, is plain dealing; and as that is a commodity you have no reason to be very fond of, I would not advise you to purchase any of it, by impertinence. Col. And is this what you would advise me to?

Sir John. It is, indeed, my old friend; as things are, there is, in my opinion, no other prudent method of proceeding; and it is the conduct I would adopt myself, were I in your situation.

Col. Why, I believe you are in the right of it-say what you will for me then.

Sir John. Well! young people, I have been able to use a few arguments, which have softened my neighbour here, and in some measure pacified his resentment. I find, Sir, you are a gentleman by your connections?

Har. Sir, till it is found that my character and family will bear the strictest scrutiny, I desire no favour-And for fortune

-I know you

Col. Oh! fortune! I don't mind thatare a gentleman, or Dick Rantum would not have recommended you. And so, Dy, shake hands and friends. Jes. What, Sir, have you no more to say to the man who has used you so ill?

Col. Used me ill?—That's as I take it—perhaps, I like him the better for it; it's long before you would have spirit enough to run away with a wench-Harman, give me your hand; let's hear no more of this now -Sir John Flowerdale, what say you? shall we spend the day toge ther and dedicate it to love and harmony ?

Sir John. With all my heart.
Col. Then take off my great coat.

Lion.

Clar.

Har.

AIR.

Now may pure festivity,
Smiling sweetly o'er us,

Crown the present hour with glee,
And lighten those before us.
May the just, the generous kind,
Still see that all regard 'em;
And Lionels for ever find
Clarissas to reward 'em.
Love-I ask no one thing more,
Than thy virtuous passion;
I will never bow before

Those idols, wealth, or fashion.
May, like me, each maiden wise,
From the fop defend her;
Learning, sense, and virtue prize,
And scorn the vain pretender.
Why should I this hour be sad,
By success grown bolder?
Grave, or gay, or vex'd or glad,
We every day grow older.
Bring, this moment music bring,
Joy will quickly find us;

Now we'll laugh, and dance, and sing,
And cast our cares behind us.*

*The last four lines of this stanza compose one of the passages to which Mrs. H. More has objected in The Sixth Part of The Two Shoemakers, A Dialogue On the duty of carrying Religion into our Amusements. See her Works, Vol. v. also the single Tract and The Introduction to my different Collections of Songs. I have here somewhat altered it, and hope, that, in the connection in which it stands, it will not be considered as too lax in its principles; the music, the joy, the laugh, the dance and the song, must all be considered as taken in moderation and tempered by religion; and the cares which are to be forgotten are the doubts, fears and anxieties through which the characters have passed. That music and dancing are allowable, under such circumstances, and subject to such restrictions, I have no doubt, when I find that they were introduced in the rejoicings on the return of The Prodigal, (Luke xv. 25, 32.) which is a representation of the joy in heaven on the repentance of a sinner.

Dian.

Col.

'How shall I escape-so naught,
"On filial laws to trample?
'I'll e'en courtsey, own my fault,
And plead papa's example.
'Parents, 'tis a hint to you;
'Children oft are shameless,
'Oft transgress-the thing's too true-
'But are you always blameless?'
One word more, before we go;
Girls and boys, have patience;
You to friends must something owe,
As well as to relations.
These kind gentlemen address
What, tho' we forgave 'em,
Still they must be lost, unless
You lend a hand to save 'em.

THE END.

With the Names of the several COMPOSERS.

N. B. This Table was taken in the first instance from one in Bell's edition of 1781. But some of the Songs in the edition of 1786 not being found in that, the Editor has not been able to add the names of the Composers. Those printed in Italics are duplicates given in the Notes.

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Good Sir, I will tell you without any jest.. ditto....22

When a man of fashion condescends

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May Heaven's kind hand protect me

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I'm but a poor servant, 'tis true, ma'am

ditto....26

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Yes, she is fair, supremely fair

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To be made in such a pickle (Quintetto).. ditto....35

ACT 11.

Talk not to me of the wealth she possesses.. Vento.. 38 How terribly vex'd the old fellow will be .. Dr. Arne 43 Come, then, pining, peevish lover.

"Tis a wondrous affair.

Ladies, pray admire a figure.

Ah! how weak is inclination

Ciampi. 45

47

Dibdin.. 47

49

In Italy, Germany, France have I been ...ditto.... 50We all say the man was exceedingly knowing. ditto....51 Oh! Ladies, lovely creatures.

Go, and on my truth relying..

Vento..

52

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O what a night is here for love (Quintetto) Dibdin. 57

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