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Lady T. Oh, yes: I have forsworn it.
Lady G. Seriously :

Lady T. Solemnly, a thousand times; but then one is constantly forsworn.

Lrdy G. And how can you answer that?
Lady T. My Dear, what we say when we are losers,

upon to be no more binding than a lover's oath, or a great man's 'promise. But I beg pardon, child : I should not lead you so far into the world! you are a prude, and design to live soberly.

Lady G. Why, I confess my nature and my educalion do in a good degre: confine me that way.

Lady T. Well, how a woinan of spirit (for you don't want that, child) can dream of living soberly, is to me inconceivable; for you will marry, i suppose. Lady G. I can't tell but I

may. Lady T. And won't you live in town? Lidy G. Hali the year I should like it very well.

Lady T. My stars! And you would really live in London half the year, to be suber in it!

Lady G. Why not?

Lady T. Why can't you as well go and be sober in the country?

Lady G. So I would-totler half year.

Lady T. And pray, what comfortable scheme of life would

you

form now for your suminer and wiuter suber entertainments ?

Lady G. A scheme that I think might very well contentus.

Lady T. Oh, of all things, let's hear it.

Lady G. Why, in summer I could pass my leisure hours in riding, in reading, walking by a canal, or sitting at the end of it under a great tree; in dressing, dining, chatting with an agreeable friend; perhaps hearing a little music, taking a dish of tea, or a game at cards-soberly; managing iny family, looking into its accounts, playing with my children, if I bad any ; or in a thousand other innocent amusements-soberly ; and possibly, by these means, I might induce my husband to be as sober as in yself. Lady T. Well, my dear, thou art an astonishing creature! For sure such primitive antediluvian notions of life have not been in any head these thousand years:Under a great cree! ha! ha! ha! But I beg we may have the sober town scheme 100—for I

ai charm ed with the country one.

Lady G. You shall; and I'll try to stick to my sobrie. ty there too.

Lady T. Well, though I am sure it will give me the va pors,

I inust hear it. Lady G. Why, then, for fear of your fainting, madam, I will first so far come into the fashion, that I would never be dressed out of it but still it should be soberly; for I can't think it any disgrace to a woman of my private fortune not to wear her lace as fine as the wedding suit of a first dutchess; though there is one extravagance I would venture to come up to.

Lady T. Ay, now for it
Lady G. I would every day be as clean as a bride.

Lndy T. Why, the men say that's a great step to be made one. -Well, now you are drest, pray let's see te what purpose

Lady G. I would visit-that is, my real friends ;but as little for form as possible. I would go to court;, sometimes to an assembly, nay, play at quadrille-50berly. I would see all the good plays.; and because 'tis the fashion, now and then go to an opera ; but I would not espire there--for fear I should never go again. And lastly, I can't say, but for curiosity, if I liked my company, I might be drawn in once to a masquerade ;-and, this, I think, is as far as any woman can go-soberly.

Lady T. Well, if it had not been for that last piece of sobriety, I was just a going to call for some surfeit water.

Lady G. Why, don't you think, with the farther aid of breakfasting, dining, taking the air, supping, sleeping, (not to say a word of devotion) the four and twenty hours might roll over in a tolerable manner?

Lady T Tolerable ? Deplorable; Why, child, all you propose is but lo endure life; now, I want to en

joy it.

111.-Priuli and Jaffier.- Venice PRESERVED.

Pri. No more! I'll hear no more! Begone, and leave me.

Jaff. Not hear me ? By my sufferings, but you shall !
My lord, my lord ! I'm not that abject wretch
You think me. Patience! Where's the distance throws
Me back so far, but I may bolilly speak
In right, though proud oppression will not hear me ?:

Pri. Have you not wrong'd me ?
Jof. Could my nature e'er
TIa ve brook'd injustice, or ihe doing wrong,
I need not nosy thus low hai bent myself,
To gain a hearing from a.cruel father.
Wrong'd you ?

Pri. Yes, wrong'd me. In the nicest point,
The honor of my house, you've done me wrong.
When you first came home from travel,
With such hopes as made you look'd on,
By all men's eyes, a youth of expectation,
Pleas'd with your seeming virtue, I received you
Courted and sought to raise you to your merits !
My house, my table, nay, my fortune too,
My very self was yours ; you might have us'd me:
To your best service ; like an open friend
1 treated, trusted you, and thought you mine :
When, in equality of my best endeavors
You treacherously practis'd to undo me ;
Seduc'd the weakness of iny age's darling,
My only child, and stole her from my bosom.

Jaff 'Tis to me you ove her ;
Childless you had been else, and in the grave
Your name extinct ; no more Priuli heard of.
You inay remember, scarce five years are pasto.
Since, in your brigantine, you sail'd to see
The Adriatic wedded by our duke ;
And I was with you. Your unskilful pilot
Dash'd us upon a rock ; when to your boat
You made for safety ; enter'd first yourself :
The affrighted Belvidera, following next,
As she stood trembling on the vessel's side,

Was by a wave wash'u oft into the deep ;
When, instantly, I plung d into the sea,
And, buffetting the billows to her rescue,
Redeein'd her life with half the loss of ipine ;
Like a rich conquest, in one hand i bore her,
And with the other dash'd the saucy waves,
That throng'd and press'd to rob me of my prize.
brought her ; gave her to your despairing arms;
Indeed, you thank'd me ; but a nobler gratitude
Rose in her soul; for, from that hour she lov'd me,
Till for her life, she paid me with herself.

Pri. You stole her from me ; like a thief, you stole her
At dead of night; that cursed hour you chose
To rifle me of all my heart held dear.
May all your joys in her prove false as mine;
A sterile fortune and a barren bed
Attend

you both ; continual discord make
Your days and nights bitter and grievous still :
May the hard hand of vexatious need
Oppress and grind you ; till, at last, you find
The curse of disobedience all your portion.

Jaff. Half of your curse you have bestow'd in vain :
Heaven has already crown'd our faithful loves
With a young boy, sweet as his mother's beauty.
May 'e live to prove more gentle than his grandsire,
And happier than his father,

Pri. No more.

Jaff. Yes, all, and then-adieu forever.
There's not a wretch that lives on common charity.
But's happier than I ; for I have known
The luscious sweets of plenty ; every night
Have slept with soft content about my head,
And never wak'd but to a joyful moruing ;
Yet now must fall ; like a full ear of corn,
Whose blossom 'scap'd yet's wither'd in the ripening

Pri. Home and be humble, study to retrench ;
Discharge the lazy vermin of thy hall,
Those pageants of thy folly;
Reduce the glittring trappings of thy wife
To humble weeds, fit for thy little state ;
Then to some suburb cottage both retire ;

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Drudge to feed loathsome life.
Home, home, I say.--

[Exit.
Jaff. Yes, if my heart would let nie-
This proud, this swelling heart, home would I go,
But that any doors are hateful to my eyes,
Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors.
I've now.not fifty ducats in the world ;
Yet still I am in love, and pleas’d with ruin.
Oh, Belvidera! Oh! she is my wisem
And we will bear our wayward fate together
But ne'er know comfort more.

IV-Boniface and Aimwell.-BEAUX STRATAGEM. Bon. THIS way,

this way, Sir. Aim. Your're my landlord, I suppose.

Bon. Yes, Sir, I'm old Will Boniface ; pretty well known upon this road, as the saying is.

Aim. 0, Mr. Boniface, your servant.

Bon. 0, Sir What will your hunor please to drink, as the saying is ?

Aim. I have heard your town of Litchfield much famed for ale; I think I'll taste that.

Bon. Sir, I have now in my cellar ten tun of the best ale in Staffordshire; 'tis sinooth as oil, sweet as milk, clear as ainber, and strong as brandy; and will be just fuurteen years old the fifth day of next March old style Aim. You're very exact, I find, in the age

of your ale. Bon. As punctuai, Sir, as I am in the age

of
my

chil. dien:-I'll show you such ale !--Here, tapster, broach number 1706, as the saying is.--Sir, you shall taste ny anno domini. - I have lived in Litchfield, man and boy, above eight and fifty years, and I believe, have not coasumed eight and fifty ounces of meat.

Ain. At a meal, you inean, if one may guess by your buik.

Bon. Not in my life, Sir : 1. have fed purely upon ale: I have eat my ale, drank my ale, and I always sleep

[Exer tapster, with a tankcard. Now, Sir, you shall see. Your worship's health : [drinks]-Ha! Delicious, delicious! Fancy it Burgun. dy, oniy faocy it—and 'tis worth ten shillings a quarts:

upon ale.

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