When the tale of their times fall in future be told,

If their offspring wou d rife to their fame, All their actions they'll caft in their ancestors mould, And their Children fhall copy from them. So fball Britons for aye,

With hearts both ftcut 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 world: for every thing that concerns you, muft appear to me in the most favourable light.

Jenny. Blefs me! I hear my Uncle's voice. You had better decamp, Captain.

Sophy. Oh dear ay! you must retreat.

Nimb. No, no, Ladies, I muft have the honour to lead the retreat. I'll go and keep your Father out of

the way.

Capt. And I think I had better keep myself out of the way a little.

Sophy. But you'll be back again.

Capt. Depend upon't. Adieu, my love.

Enter Mr. FLOURISH.

Flour. Good morning to you, Madam

Sophy. Thank you, Sir, but this happens to be the afternoon.

Flour. And yet, Madam, your Father told me, you have not been down-ftairs yet.

Jenny. She's indifpos'd. She's but new-up, Sir. Flour. And is it not always morning when the fun geta up.

Jenny. Upon my word, that's very witty.

Flour. Not at all, Ma'am, I love a jeft, that's my temper; but as to wit, I pretend nothing..

Sophy. And pray, Sir, what may your bufinefs be with us?

Flour. Your Father knows my bufinefs, we'll be married to night.

Sophy. What you and my Father, ha, ha, ha.
Flour. Upon my word, you're very smart.

Sophy. Not at all, Sir.I love a jeft, but as to smart

nefs I pretend nothing

(Mimicking him.)

Flour. Now, Madam, do you know-you put me in

. mind of a mirror.

Sophy. A mirror !=

Flour. Yes, a looking glass.

Sophy Dear blefa me! how can you make that outFlour: Because you repeat my words as a mirror reflects my fhadow.

Sophy And you put me in mind of a formy day.-
Flour. How fo, Madam?

Sophy. Because you're very windy.

Jenny. Nay now, Coufin, his fimile is very good,it puts me in mind of fugar.

Flour. Do you think it fo fweet, Madam?
Jenny No, but it's very far fetch'd.-

Sophy. It puts me in mind of a Beggar's coat,-it'a fo wretchedly patch'd

Flour. And-you, Madam, put me in mind of a thief. -
Sophy. Do I refemble any of your family?

Flour. Nay, nay ;-but hear me, Madam :-I had two precious diamonds ftole from my bureau, and here have I found them-(pointing to her eyes)-blazing like two radiant ftars. So you fee, I have caught you, my little thief." Jenny. You are fomething like a thief-catcher.

Flour. Ladies, you're very smart,-but I'll match you. both.

Jenny. Then you'll be hang'd for Polygamy.

Flour. How do you like my mode of Courtship?--
Sophy. I think your Courtship is like the prefent war.
Flour. How fo, Madam?

Sophy. The fooner 'tis over the better.
Enter CAPTAIN and CLEEKIM,

Cleek. So that's General Domineer.

Capt. The Convention will give 20,000 for his head. Gleek. I'll fend them his body, and they'il foon find a way to get his head I'm forry I can't speak French. Capt. Never mind that, he knows all languages.

Cleek. A knowing dog, I'll warrant. How do you do, Mifs Jenny?

Jenny Thank you, I hope Ma. Cleekim is well.

Gleek. I hope fo too, I buried her laft Sunday, and I've heard no complaint from her fince, ha, ha -1 muft have my glafs and my jɔke, if you thou'd cut-my throat

at the end of it. (Pointing to Flourish.) What brought

him here?

Jenny. He came in fearch of my Coufin's Diamonds. Capt. Ay, ay, any thing is fish that comes into his net, he's been fo accustom❜d to plunder at home.

Cleek Well faid, Neighbour -I'll make you a man, if you follow my footfteps-I'll fpeak to him.-Parly vow*, How do you do.-Perhaps you don't know me. Fleur. I can't fay I have that honour.

Cleek. That honour!- -There's French flummary Will you please to walk a little, Sir. Flour. Thank you, I can afford to ride.

for you

Cleck. On a hurdle.-I'll ride too, when I have my £.co,coo; and if you're not engag'd, Madam.-I buried my wife lat Sunday. You understand me.—I muft have my glafs and my joke. Sir, you're my prifoner. [Seizing Flourish. Flour. What's the meaning of this?

Capt. The meaning is, that you came here for the Lady's diamonds.

Cleck. Well faid, Neighbour, I'll make you a mar, if you follow my footsteps.

Flour. So you know the jeft of the diamonde.

Cleck. Yes, and a devilish good joke it is.

Flour. So it is, but I pretend nothing.

Capt. He came here to make Profelytes, and raife an infurrection.

Cleek. What!. To make Prostitutes, and raise a resurrection !- Oh! the rogue according to law. -You know it's vice and inorality.

Flour. Murder! help! murder!

We'll perfecute him our bufirefs to curb Dragging him away. [They drag him off.

Jenny. Ha, ha, you must contrive fomething to impole upon your Father. As foon as Cleekim finds his miftake Flourish will be back again.

Sophy Never fear but I'll do that.

Jenny. My dear Coufin, you're a happy woman, while your Captain's whole foul is taken up in planning ratagems to impofe upon your obftinate Father, perhaps mine, with many others, are only anxious how they by elude the purfuit of a proud, victorious enemy.

• Parlez vous.

No fummer fun to chear them,-no fire to warm them, -no bed to repofe upon,-dangers behind, and a dreary wildernefs before them.

Sophy. Nay now, my dear Coufin, that's unfair. Did not you promife to keep up your fpirits, and now you relapfe again?

Jenny. Well, for your fake, I'll be as cheerful as I can-but give me leave to fing you a Ballad I heard Yefterday, is but very trifling, and yet it affects me

much.

BALLA D.

MY longing eyes I oft direct

Towards yon once-frequented green,
With fond remembrance then reflect
Upon the happy days I've feen:
See how yon nimble Courfer fweeps
With bay fteps along the plain:
So fled my days of early joys,
Sweet joys, ne'er to return again.

Ye bonny Streams of Silver Clyde,
Why do ye flow fo fmooth and clear;
Ye pretty birds, from the green spray,
Why do ye ftrive to charm my ear?
Ye'll break my heart, ye gamefome lambs,
That gambol o'er yon flowery plain,
Te mind me of my dear paft joys,
Sweet joys, ne'er to return again.

Why did my Jamie cross the feas!
Why did he leave me here to motrn?
He faid the war wou'd foon be d'er;
Then bade me look for his return ;
But yet the foes are not fubdued,
Tho' low he lies beyond the Main!
His coverlid's a damp green turf!
And he will never rife again.
Enter LOVESTORY

Lovel. Well, Sophy, where's Mr. Flourish
Sophy. I faw no fuch perfon, Sir.

Sophy. No, indeed, Sir. Mr. Caper was here.
Livef Mr. Who?-

Sophy. Mr Caper the Dancing-Mafter.

Love The Dancing Mafler!

-no fuch matter!

did not he fhew me the letter he had from my friend Penduluma?

Jenny. The letter was forg'd, Sir.
Lovef How do you know that?
Jenny. He confeft it himself.
for a Conftable, Sir?-----

Love To be fure I did.

-Did not you fend

Sophy. The moment he enter'd, Caper fneak'd off. Jenny. I with the Conftable may bring him back I wou'd like to fee him punifh'd for the names he call'd you, Sir..

Lovef. What names?

Jenny. I think one of them was old Belzebub-Mammon. Love Old Belzebub Mammon.

Jenny It was either that, or Lucifer-Pluto

forry I can't remember which.

I'm

Love Oh! never mind!-they're both very pretty. -Why did not you call me?

Sophy. I beg your pardon, Sir.

quainted with your noble, high spirit. Lovef. That's true, damn'd rafcal.

I'm too well ac

(Flourishing his

cudgel, they fly to each fide of the room. Sophy. Take care, he'll knock down all the pictures. Jenny. Alt the picturea! -on my faith he'l knock down all the originals in the room if we don't take care. Lovef. (Still Aourishing.) I wish I had the villain !(Grows quite calm ) Well, well, little faid is foon mended. I remember a story like this.-There was once a Gentleman.

(They flip away.

Sophy There he's begun again. Jenny. Let him end it too. Lovef. This Gentleman had a daughter, a very duti ful girl, always delighted to hear her Father's beautiful tories,-turn which way he wou'd, fhe was always at his elbow,-juft like you, Sophy. (Turning about. Where the devil are they gone. -I'll follow, and et them hear the reft of the ftory. (Going, he meets Nimble. Well, Sir, where's the Captain?