Leontine. Some new mark, I suppose, of Mr. | incendiary? [Seizing the Postboy.] Hold him Honeywood's sincerity. But we shall have satis- fast, the dog: he has the gallows in his face. Come, faction: he shall give me instant satisfaction. you dog, confess; confess all, and hang yourself. Olivia. It must not be, my Leontine, if you value my esteem or my happiness. Whatever be our fate, let us not add guilt to our misfortunesConsider that our innocence will shortly be all that we have left us. You must forgive him. Leontine. Forgive him! Has he not in every instance betrayed us? Forced to borrow money from him, which appears a mere trick to delay us; promised to keep my father engaged till we were out of danger, and here brought him to the very scene of our escape? Postboy. Zounds! master, what do you throttle me for? Croaker [beating him.] Dog, do you resist? do you resist? Postboy. Zounds! master, I'm not he: there's the man that we thought was the rogue, and turns out to be one of the company. Croaker. How! Honeywood. Mr. Croaker, we have all been under a strange mistake here; I find there is nobody guilty; it was all an error; entirely an error of our Olivia. Don't be precipitate. We may yet be own. mistaken. Croaker. And I say, sir, that you're in an error; for there's guilt and double guilt, a plot, a damne! Enter POSTBOY, dragging in JARVIS; HONEYWOOD jesuitical, pestilential plot, and I must have proo' entering soon after. Postboy. Ay, master, we have him fast enough. Here is the incendiary dog. I'm entitled to the reward; I'll take my oath I saw him ask for the money at the bar, and then run for it. Let us of it. Honeywood. Come, bring him along. see him. Let him learn to blush for his crimes. [Discovering his mistake.] Death! what's here? Jarvis, Leontine, Olivia! What can all this mean? to you. Jarvis. Why, I'll tell you what it means: that Jarvis. What signifies explanations when the I was an old fool, and that you are my master-thing is done? that's all. Honeywood. Confusion! Leontine. Yes, sir, I find you have kept your word with me. After such baseness, I wonder how you can venture to see the man you have injured? Honeywood. My dear Leontine, by my life, my honour Leontine. Peace, peace, for shame; and do not continue to aggravate baseness by hypocrisy. I know you, sir, I know you. Honeywood. Why won't you hear me? By all that's just, I know not Leontine. Hear you, sir, to what purpose? 1 now see through all your low arts; your ever complying with every opinion; your never refusing any request: your friendship's as common as a prostitute's favours, and as fallacious; all these, sir, have long been contemptible to the world, and are now perfectly so to me. Honeywood. Ha! contemptible to the world! that reaches me. [Aside. Leontine. All the seeming sincerity of your professions, I now find, were only allurements to betray; and all your seeming regret for their consequences, only calculated to cover the cowardice of your heart. Draw, villain! Enter CROAKER, out of breath. Croaker. Where is the villain? Where is the Honeywood. Will nobody hear me? Was there ever such a set, so blinded by passion and prejudice! [To the Postboy.] My good friend, I believe, you'll be surprised when I assure you— Postboy. Sure me nothing-I'm sure of nothing but a good beating. Croaker. Come then you, madam, if you ever hope for any favour or forgiveness, tell me sincerely all you know of this affair. Olivia. Unhappily, sir, I'm but too much the cause of your suspicions: you see before you, sir, one that with false pretences has stepped into your family to betray it; not your daughter Croaker. Not my daughter? Olivia. Not your daughter-but a mean deceiver-who-support me, I can not— Honeywood. Help, she's going; give her air. Croaker. Ay, ay, take the young woman to the air; I would not hurt a hair of her head, whosever daughter she may be-not so bad as that neither. [Exeunt all but Croaker. Croaker. Yes, yes, all's out; I now see the whole affair; my son is either married, or going to be so, to this lady, whom he imposed upon me as his sister. Ay, certainly so; and yet I don't find it afflicts me so much as one might think. There's the advantage of fretting away our misfortunes beforehand, we never feel them when they come. Enter MISS RICHLAND and SIR WILLIAM. Sir William. But how do you know, madam that my nephew intends setting off from this please! How have I over-taxed all my abilities, place! lest the approbation of a single fool should escape Miss Richland. My maid assured me he was me! But all is now over; I have survived my repucome to this inn, and my own knowledge of his in- tation, my fortune, my friendships, and nothing tending to leave the kingdom suggested the rest. remains henceforward for me but solitude and reBut what do I see! my guardian here before us! pentance. Who, my dear sir, could have expected meeting you here? to what accident do we owe this pleasure? Croaker. To a fool, I believe. Miss Pund. But to what purpose did you come? Croaker. To play the fool. Miss Richland. But with whom? Croaker. With greater fools than myself. Croaker. Why, Mr. Honeywood brought me here to do nothing now I am here; and my son is oing to be married to I don't know who, that is nere: so now you are as wise as I am. Miss Richland. Is it true, Mr. Honeywood, tha you are setting off, without taking leave of your friends? The report is, that you are quitting En gland: Can it be? Honeywood. Yes, madam; and though I am so unhappy as to have fallen under your displeasure, yet, thank Heaven! I leave you to happiness; to one who loves you, and deserves your love; to one who has power to procure you affluence, and generosity to improve your enjoyment of it. Miss Richland. And are you sure, sir, that the gentleman you mean is what you describe him? Honeywood. I have the best assurances of ithis serving me. He does indeed deserve the highest happiness, and that is in your power to confer. As for me, weak and wavering as I have been, obliged by all, and incapable of serving any, what happiness can I find but in solitude? what hope, but in being forgotten? Honeywood. No, madam, my resolution is fixed. Inferiority among strangers is easy; but among Miss Richland. Married! to whom, sir? Croaker. To Olivia, my daughter, as I took her to be; but who the devil she is, or whose daughter she is, I know no more than the man in the moon. Sir William. Then, sir, I can inform you; and, though a stranger, yet you shall find me a friend Miss Richland. A thousand! to live among to your family. It will be enough, at present, to friends that esteem you, whose happiness it will be assure you, that both in point of birth and fortune to be permitted to oblige you. the young lady is at least your son's equal. Being left by her father, Sir James WoodvilleCroaker. Sir James Woodville! What, of the those that once were equals, insupportable. Nay, west? to show you how far my resolution can go, I can Sir William. Being left by him, I say, to the now speak with calmness of my former follies, my care of a mercenary wretch, whose only aim was vanity, my dissipation, my weakness. I will even to secure her fortune to himself, she was sent to confess, that, among the number of my other preFrance, under pretence of education; and there sumptions, I had the insolence to think of loving every art was tried to fix her for life in a convent, you. Yes, madam, while I was pleading the pascontrary to her inclinations. Of this I was inform- sion of another, my heart was tortured with its ed upon my arrival at Paris; and, as I had been own. But it is over: it was unworthy our friendnce her father's friend, I did all in my power to ship, and let it be forgotten. frustrate her guardian's base intentions. I had even meditated to rescue her from his authority, Miss Richland. You amaze me! Honeywood. But you'll forgive it, I know you when your son stepped in with more pleasing vio-will; since the confession should not have come lence, gave her liberty, and you a daughter. from me even now, but to convince you of the sincerity of my intention of-never mentioning it more. [Going. Croaker. But I intend to have a daughter of my own choosing, sir. A young lady, sir, whose fortune, by my interest with those who have interest, will be double what my son has a right to expect. Do you know Mr. Lofty, sir? Sir William. Yes, sir; and know that you are deceived in him. But step this way, and I'll con vince you. [Croaker and Sir William seem to confer. Enter HONEYWOOD. Honeywood. Obstinate man, still to persist in his outrage! Insulted by him, despised by all, I now begin to grow contemptible even to myself. Miss Richland. Stay, sir, one moment-Ha! he here— Enter LOFTY. Lofty. Is the coast clear? None but friends? I have followed you here with a trifling piece of intelligence; but it goes no farther, things are not yet ripe for a discovery. I have spirits working at a certain board; your affair at the treasury will be done in less than a thousand years. Mum! Miss Richland. Sooner, sir, I should hope. How have I sunk by too great an assiduity to into proper hands, that know where to push and where to parry; that know how the land lies-eh,| Honeywood? Miss Richland. It has fallen into yours. Lofty. Well, to keep you no longer in suspense, your thing is done. It is done, I say-that's all. I have just had assurances from Lord Neverout, that the claim has been examined, and found admissible. Quietus is the word, madam. Honeywood. But how? his lordship has been at Newmarket these ten days. Lofty. Indeed! Then Sir Gilbert Goose must have been most damnably mistaken. I had it of him. Miss Richland. He! why Sir Gilbert and his family have been in the country this month. Croaker. And so it does, indeed; and all my sus picions are over. Lofty. Your suspicions! What, then, you have been suspecting, you have been suspecting, have you? Mr. Croaker, you and I were friends; we are friends no longer. Never talk to me. It's over; I say, it's over. mean to offend. It escaped me. Don't be discom will be discomposed. To be treated thus! Who Lofty. This month! it must certainly be so Sir Gilbert's letter did come to me from Newmarket, so that he must have met his lordship there; and so it came about. I have his letter about me; I'll read it to you. [Taking out a large bundle.] That's from Paoli of Corsica, that from the Marquis of Squilachi.-Have you a mind to see a letter Who am I? To be used thus! Have I paid court Lofty. Sir, I will not be pacified-Suspects! from Count Poniatowski, now King of Poland?- to men in favour to serve my friends; the lords of Honest Pon- [Searching.] O, sir, what are you the treasury, Sir William Honeywood, and the here too? I'll tell you what, honest friend, if you rest of the gang, and talk to me of suspects? Who have not absolutely delivered my letter to Sir William Honeywood, you may return it. The thing am I, I say, who am I? will do without him. and must Sir William. Since, sir, you are so pressing for Sir William. Sir, I have delivered it; an answer, I'll tell you who you are:-A gentleinform you, it was received with the most mortify-in power; as well acquainted with persons of fashman, as well acquainted with politics as with men ing contempt. Croaker. Contempt! Mr. Lofty, what can that mean? Lofty. Let him go on, let him go on, I say. You'll find it come to something presently. Sir William. Yes, sir; I believe you'll be amazed, if after waiting some time in the antechamber, after being surveyed with insolent curiosity by the passing servants, I was at last assured, that Sir William Honeywood knew no such person, and I must certainly have been imposed upon. Lofty. Good! let me die; very good. Ha! ha! ha! Croaker. Now, for my life, I can't find out half the goodness of it. Lofty. You can't. Ha! ha! Croaker. No, for the soul of me! I think it was as confounded a bad answer as ever was sent from one private gentleman to another. with truth; and with all, as you are with Sir Wilion as with modesty; with lords of the treasury as liam Honeywood. I am Sir William Honeywood. [Discovering his ensigns of the Bath. Croaker. Sir William Honeywood! Honeywood. Astonishment! my uncle! [Aside. all this time only leading me up to the garret, in Lofty. So then, my confounded genius has been order to fling me out of the window. your works? Suspect you! You, who have been Croaker. What, Mr. Importance, and are these dreaded by the ins and outs; you, who have had in print-shops. If you were served right, you your hands to addresses, and your head stuck up should have your head stuck up in a pillory. lord, it cuts but a very poor figure where it sticks Lofty. Ay, stick it where you will; for by the at present. now see how incapable this gentleman is of servSir William. Well, Mr. Croaker, I hope you ing you, and how little Miss Richland has to ex Lofty. And so you can't find out the force of the message? Why, I was in the house at that very time. Ha! ha! It was I that sent that very an-pect from his influence. swer to my own letter. Ha! ha! Croaker. Indeed! How? Why? Croaker. Ay, sir, too well I see it; and I can't but say I have had some boding of it these ten Lofty. In one word, things between Sir William days. So I'm resolved, since my son has placed and me must be behind the curtain. A party has his affections on a lady of moderate fortune, to be many eyes. He sides with Lord Buzzard, I side satisfied with his choice, and not run the hazard ot with Sir Gilbert Goose. So that unriddles the another Mr. Lofty in helping him to a better. mystery. Sir William. I approve your resolution; and here they come to receive a confirmation of your my soul, I had no hand in the matter. So now pardon and consent. Enter MRS. CROAKER, JARVIS, LEONTINE, and OLIVIA. if any of the company has a mind for preferment, he may take my place; I'm determined to resign. [Exit. Honeywood. How have I been deceived! Mrs. Croaker. Where's my husband? Come, Sir William. No, sir, you have been obliged to come, lovey, you must forgive them. Jarvis here a kinder, fairer friend, for that favour-to Miss has been to tell me the whole affair; and I say, you Richland. Would she complete our joy, and make must forgive them. Our own was a stolen match, the man she has honoured by her friendship happy you know, my dear; and we never had any reason in her love, I should then forget all, and be as blest to repent of it. as the welfare of my dearest kinsman can make Miss Richland. After what is past it would be Croaker. I wish we could both say so. Howev-me. er, this gentleman, Sir William Honeywood, has been beforehand with you in obtaining their pardon. but affectation to pretend to indifference. Yes, I So if the two poor fools have a mind to marry, I will own an attachment, which I find was more think we can tack them together without crossing than friendship. And if my entreaties can not alter the Tweed for it. [Joining their hands. his resolution to quit the country, I will even try if my hand has not power to detain him. [Giving her hand.] Leontine. How blest and unexpected! What, what can we say to such goodness? But our future obedience shall be the best reply. And as for this gentleman, to whom we owe Honeywood. Heavens! how can I have deserved all this? How express my happiness, my gratitude? A moment like this overpays an age of apprehension. Sir William. Excuse me, sir, if I interrupt your thanks, as I have here an interest that calls me. [Turning to Honeywood.] Yes, sir, you are sur- Croaker. Well, now I see content in every face; prised to see me; and I own that a desire of cor- but Heaven send we be all better this day three recting your follies led me hither. I saw with in-months! dignation the errors of a mind that only sought ap- Sir William. Henceforth, nephew, learn to replause from others; that easiness of disposition spect yourself. He who seeks only for applause which, though inclined to the right, had not cou- from without, has all his happiness in another's rage to condemn the wrong. I saw with regret keeping. those splendid errors, that still took name from Honeywood. Yes, sir, I now too plainly persome neighbouring duty; your charity, that was but ceive my errors; my vanity in attempting to please injustice; your benevolence, that was but weak- all by fearing to offend any; my meanness, in apness; and your friendship but credulity. I saw proving folly lest fools should disapprove. Hencewith regret, great talents and extensive learning forth, therefore, it shall be my study to reserve my only employed to add sprightliness to error, and in-pity for real distress; my friendship for true merit; crease your perplexities. I saw your mind with and my love for her, who first taught me what it a thousand natural charms; but the greatness of its is to be happy beauty served only to heighten my pity for its prostitution. Honeywood. Cease to upbraid me, sir: I have for some time but too strongly felt the justice of your reproaches. But there is one way still left me. Yes, sir, I have determined this very hour to quit forever a place where I have made myself the volun EPILOGUE.* SPOKEN BY MRS. BULKLEY. As puffing quacks some caitiff wretch procure tary slave of all, and to seek among strangers that To swear the pill, or drop, has wrought a cure; fortitude which may give strength to the mind, and Thus, on the stage, our play-wrights still depend marshal all its dissipated virtues. Yet ere I de-For epilogues and prologues on some friend, part, permit me to solicit favour for this gentleman; who, notwithstanding what has happened, has laid me under the most signal obligations. Mr. Lofty Who knows each art of coaxing up the town, Lofty. Mr. Honeywood, I'm resolved upon a reformation as well as you. I now begin to find that the man who first invented the art of speaking truth, was a much cunninger fellow than I thought him. And to prove that I design to speak truth Oxford, deferred writing one himself till the very last hour. for the future, I must now assure you, that you What is here offered, owes all its success to the graceful manowe your late enlargement to another; as, upon ner of the actress who spoke it •The author, in expectation of an Epilogue from a friend at Young man, cries one (a bard laid up in clover,) | As some unhappy wight at some new play, |