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When the tale of their times shall in future be told,
If their offspring wou d rise to their fame, All their ačtions they'll cast in their ancestors mould, And their Children fball copy from them.
So fa!l Britons for aye,
With hearts both fout and gay, For their Country fight, like famous knights,
Or ancient Cavaliers : For they'll prove valiant, gallant, conq'ring, &c. Sophy. How do you like it, Captain ?
Capt. To deal fincerely with you, Madam, I'm the worft judge in the worlo : for every ihing that concerns you, must appear to me in the most favourable light.
Jerny. Bless me! I hear my Uncle's voice. You had better decamp, Captain.
Sophy: Oh dear ay! you must retreat.
Nimb. No, no, Ladies, I must have the honour to lead the retreat.
go and keep your Father out of Capt. And I think I had better keep myself out of the way a little.
Sophy. But you'll be back again.
Enter Mr. FLOURISH.
Sophy. Thank you, Sir, but this happens to be the afternoon.
Flour. And yet, Madam, your Father told me, you have not been down-Itairs yet.
Jenny. She's indispor'd. She's but new-up, Sir.
Flour. And is it not always morning when the sun gets up. Jinny. Upon my word, that's very witty.
Flour. Not at all, Ma'am, I love a jeft, that's my tem. per ; but as to wit, I pretend noching.
Sophy. And pray, Sir, what may your bufiness be with us?
Flour. Your Father knows my bufidess,--we'll be married to night.
Sophy. What! you and my Father, ha, ha, ha.
Sophy. Not at all, Sir. I love a jeft, but as to smartnefs I pretend nothing
Flour. Now, Madam, do you know-you put me in mind of a mirror.
Sophy. A mirror!
Sophy And you put me in mind of a formy day.-
Jenny. Nay now, Cousin, his fimiie is very good, it puts me in mind of fugar.
Flour. Do you think it so sweet, Madam?
Sophy. It puts me in mind of a Beggar's coat--it's so wretchedly patch'd.
Flour. Aod-you, Madam put me in mind of a thief.-
Flour. Nay, nay;--but bear me, Madam :--I had two precious diamonds stole from my bureau, and here have I found them-printing to her eyes)--blazing like two radiant stars. So you see, I have caught you, my little thief.
Jenny. You are something like a thief-catcher.
Flour. Ladies, you're very smart,---but I'll match you bolh.
Jenny. Then you'll be hang'd for Polygamy,
Enter CAPTAIN and CLEEKIM,
Gleek. I'll send them his body, and they'll soon find a way to get his head - I'm sorry I can't speak French.
Capt. Never mind that, he knows ali languages.
How do you do, Miss Jenny?
Jenny Thank you, I hope M:4. Cleekiin is well.
Gleek. I hope so too, I buried her lait Sunday, and I've heard no complaint from her lince, ha, ha -1 mi: have my glass and my joke, if you thou'd cut my thru
at the end.of it. (Pointing to Flourish.) What brought him here?
Jenny. He came in search of my cousin's Diamonds.
Capt. Ay, ay, any thing is fish that comes into his net, he's been lo accatom'd to plunder at home.
Cleek. Well said, Neighbour I'll make you a man, if you follow my footfeps - I'll speak to him.-Parly vow*, How do you do.Perhaps you don't know me.
Flur. I can't say I have that honour.
Will you please to walk a little, Sir.
Cleck. On a hurdle..I'il ride too, when I have my £:20,000; and if you're not engag'd, Madam. Í buried my wife lat Sunday. You understand me.
:--I must have my glass and my joke.Sir, you're my prisoner.
[Seizing Flourish. Flour. What's the meaning of this ?
Capt. The meaning is, shat you came here for the Lady's diamonde.
Cieck. Well said, Neighbour, I'll make you a mar, if you follow my footfteps.
Flour. So you know the jef of the diamonds.
Capt. He came here to make Profelytes, and raise an insurrection
Cleek. What! -To make Protitutes, and raise a resurrection !--Oh! the rogue - We'll perfecute him according to lzw.-You know it's our bufires: to curb vice and inorality
L Dragging him away. Four. Murder! belp! murder! [They drag him off
Jenny. Ha, ha, you muft contrive fomething to im. pole upon your Father. As soon as Cleekim finds his miltalie Flourish will be back again.
Sophy Never fear but I'll do ihat.
Jenny. My dear Cousin, you're a happy woman, while your Captain's whole foul is taken up in planning Bratagems to impose open your obftinate Father, perhapo mine, with many others, are only anxious how they may elude the pursuit of a proud, victorious enemyam
No summer fun to chear them,-90 fire to warm them, -no bed to repose upon,-dangers behind, and a dreary wilderness before them.
Sophy. Nay aow, my dear Cousin, that's unfair. Did not you promise to keep up your spirits, and now you relapse again?
Jenny. Well, for your lake, I'll be as cheerful as I can ;--but give me leave to bng you a Ballad I heard Yefterday, 'iis but very trifling, and yet it affects me much.
B AL L A D.
Towards yon-once-frequented green,
Upon the happy days I've seen :
With haly Reps along the plain :
Sweet joys, ne'er to return again.
Ye bonny streams of Silver Clyde,
Why do ye flow so smooth and clear;
Why do ye strive to charm my ear?
That gambol o'er yon flowery plain,
Sweet joys, ne'er to return again.
Why did he leave me here to mourn?
Then bade me look for his return;
Tho' low he lies beyond the Main !
Lsves. Was not he here jutt now?
Lovef. The Dancing Master! -no such matter! did not he few me the letter he had from my friend Perdalur ?
Jenny. The letter way forg'd, Sir.
Jenny. He confelt it himself. -Did oot you fend for a Contable, Sir ?
Love To be sure I did.
Fenny. I with the Cooltable may bring him back
Loves. What names ?
- I'm furry I can't remember which. Lovel Oh! never mind !--they're both very pretty.
-Why did not you call me? Sophy. I beg your pardon, Sir. I'm too well ac. quainted with your noble, high spirit. Lovef. That's true, dama'd rascal. (Flourishing his
cudgel, they fly to each side of the room. Sophy. Take care, he'll knock down all the pictures.
Jenny. Ali the pictures ! on my faith he'l knock down all the originals in the room it we don't take care.
Laves. (Still Aourishing.) I wish I had the villaio ! (Grows quite calm Well, well, little said is soon mended.
I remember a story like this. There was once a Gentleman.
Sophy. There he's begun agaia.
(Thuy Nip away. Loves. This Gentleman had a daughter, a very dutiful girl,-always delighted to hear her Father's beautiful ttories, turn which way he wou'd, she was always a: his elbow,-juft like you, Sophy. ( Tarning about. Where the devil are they gone.
-I'll follow, and et them hear the rest of the story. (Gring, he mects Nimble.
Well, Sir, where's the Captain ?