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must know that that I-no—this gentleman
I mean this gentleman and I-He got a little be-
hind hand, as any honest, well principled man often
may, from bad harvests and rains-lodging corn—
and his cattle-from murrain, and-rot-and rot
the murrain ! you know this is the way all this
affair happen's (to Banks) and then up steps this
gentleman (to Twitch) with a—a tip in his way,
madam, you understand? And then in steps 1
with my a-In short, madam, I am the worst
story teller in the world where myself is the hero
of the tale.

Twitch. In plain English, Mr. Banks has been arrested for thirty pounds, and this gentleman has paid twenty guineas of the debt.

Banks. My litigious neighbour to expose me thus !

Lady Am. The young man and maiden within, have spoken well of thy fifter, and pictured thee as a man of irreproachable morals chough unfortunate.

Rov. Madam, he's the honefteft fellow-I've known him above forty years, he has the best hand at stirring a fire-If you were only to taste his currant wine.

Banks. Madam, I never aspired to an enviable rank in life: but hitherto pride and prudence kept me above the reach of pity: but obligations from a stranger

Lady Am. He really a {tranger, and attempt to free thee? But, friend (to Rover) thou haft assumed a right which here belongeth alone to me. As I enjoy the blessings which these lands produce, I own also the heart delighting priviledge of dispensing those blessings to the wretched. Thou mad'st thyself my worldly banker, and no cash of

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mine in thine hands, (takes a note from a pocket book) but thus I balance our account (offers it.)

Rover. “ Madam, my master pays me, nor can “ I take money from another hand without injur“ ing his honour and disobeying his commands.

« Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree
« The fair, the chaste, the inexpressive the.”

[Runs off. Banks. But, fir, I insist you'll return him his money (to Twitch) Stop! (going)

Twitch. Ay, Stop! (bolds the skirt of bis coat)
Lady Am. Where dwelleth hé ?

Banks. I fancy, where he can, Madam. I un. derstand, from his discourse, that he was on his way to join a company of actors in the next town.

L. Am. A profane stage-player with such a gentle, generous heart! Yet To whimsically wild, like the unconscious rose, modestly shrinking from the recollection of its own grace and sweetness.

Enter JANE, from the house, drest.

Fane. Now, my lady, I'm fit to attend your lady ship. I look so genteelish mayhap her ladyship may take me home with her.

Lady Am. This maiden may find out for me whither he goeth. (afide) Call on my steward, and thy legal demands shall be satisfied. (to Twitch)

Jane. Here, coachman, drive up my lady's chariot, nearer to our door. (calls off) If she'd take me with her, la! how all the folks will ftare. (aside) Madam, tho' the roads are so very dusty, I'll walk all the way on foot to your ladyThip's house--ay, tho' I should spoil my bran new petticoat. YOL. II.

Lady

Lady Am. Rather than fully thy garment, thou shalt be feated by me,

Jane. Oh, your ladyship! he, he; he ! If Į didn't think so.--(afide)

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Enter Sim.

Here you Sim, order the charrott for us.

Sim. Us! Come, come, Jane, I've the little tax cart to carry you.

Jane, Cart!

Lady Am.' Friend be cheerful; thine and thy fifter's forrows shall be but an April shower.

(Exeunt severally,

SCENE JI.

Before an Inn.

Enter Rover and WAITER.

Rover. Hillo ! friend, when does the coach set out for London ?

Wait. In about an hour, fir.
Rover. Has the Wincheiler coach paffed yet ?
Wait. No, fir.

[Exit. Rover. That's lucky! Then my trunk is here ftill. Go I will not. Since I've lost the fellow, Ihip of my friend Dick, I'll travel no more, I'll try a London audience, who knows but I may get an engagement. This celestial lady quaker ! She must be rich, and ridiculous for such a poor dog as I, even to think of her. How Dick would

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laugh at me if he knew-I dare say by this she has released my kind host from the gripe of that rascal I should like to be certain, tho'.

Enter LANDLORD.

Land. You'll dine here, sir? I'm honest Bob Johnston ; have kept the sun these twenty years. Excellent dinner on table at two.

Rover. “ Yet my love indeed is appetite, I'm as “ hungry as the sea, and can digeft as much.”

Land. Then you won't do for my shilling ordinary, sir, there's a very good ordinary at the Saracen's head, at the end of the town. Shouldn't have thought indeed, hungry foot travellers to eat like aldermen-coming, sir.

Rover. I'll not join this company at Winchester. No, I'll not stay in the country hopeless even to expect a look, (except of scorn) from this lady. I will take a touch at a London theatre. The public there, are candid and generous, and before my merit can have time to create enemies, I'll save money, and, a fig for the sultan and sophy.” Enter Jane at the back, and Sim watching her.

Fane. Ay, that's he!

Rover. But if I fall, by heaven, I'll overwhelm the manager, his empire, and himself in one prodigious ruin."

Jane. Oh lord I (runs back)

Sim. What can you expect when you follow young men ? I've dodged you all the way.

Jane. Well! wasn't I sent ?

Sim. Oh yes, you were sent-overy likely. Who sent you? 12.

Jane.

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Fare. It was I won't tell it's my lady, cause she bid me not. (afide)

Sin. I'll keep you from fheam-a fine life I should have in the parish, rare fleering, if a sister of moine should stand some funday at church, in a white sheet, and to all their fouts what could I say?

Rover. Thus, “I fay my fister's wrong'd, my “ sister Blowsabella, born as high and noble as " the attorney-do her justice, or by the gods, " I'll lay a scene of blood, shall make this hay

horrible to Beedles."-" Say that, « Chamont.”

Sim. I believe it's fult moon. You go hoame to your place, and moind your businefs.

Jane. My lady will be so pleased I've found him! I dont wonder at it, he's such a fine spuken man.

Sim. Dang it! Will you stand here grinning at the wild bucks. You faucy flut, to keep me and the cart there waiting for you at the end of the lane.

Jane. Never mind him, fir ; it's because my lady gave me a ride in her coach that makes the boy fo angry:

Rover, « Then you are Kastrill, the angry boy ?”

Sim. So was the prime minister till he got him. self shaved.

Jane. Perhaps the gentleman might wish to send her ladyship a compliment. An't please you, fir, if it's even a kiss between us two, it shall go fafe ; for though you should give it me, brother Sim then can take it to my lady.

Rover. " I kiss'd thee e'er I kill'd thee''.
Jane. Kill me!

Rover. “ No way but this killing myself to die “ upon a kiss !” (advancing)

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