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Lady S. Come back into the garden; we shall be covered with vermin. Gipsies. Out of the bowels of your commiseration!

Lady S. They press upon us more and more; yet that girl has no mind to leave them: I shall swoon away.

Sir Harry. Don't be frighten'd, my lady; let me advance.


You vile pack of vagabonds, what do you mean?

I'll maul you, rascallions,

Ye tatterdemallions-
If one of them comes within reuch of my cane.

Such cursed assurance !

'Tis past all endurance. Nay, nay, pray come away.

They're liars and thieves,

And he that believes ·
Their fuolish predictions,
Will find them but fictions,
A bubble that always deceives.

[Exeunt all but Fanny and Gipsy.

Fanny. Oh! mercy, dear--The gentleman is so bold, 'tis well if he does not bring us into trouble. Who knows but this may be a justice of peace and see, he's following them into the garden! Gipsy. Well, 'tis all your seeking, Fan.

Fanny. We shall have warrants to take us up, I'll be hanged else! We had better run away-the servants will come out with sticks, to lick us. [Exeunt.

Enter Mervin and GIPSIES. Mervin. Cursed ill fortune!-She's gone, and, perhaps, I shall not have another opportunity And you


you blundering blockhead! I won't give you a halfpenny-Why did you not clap to the garden door, when I called to you, before the young lady got in? The key was on the outside, which would have given me some time for an explanation.

2 Gipsy. An' please your honour, I was dubus. Mervin. Dubus! plague choke ye!-However, it is some satisfaction that I have been able to let her see me, and know where l am-[Turning to the Gipsies, who go off.] Go, get you gone, all of you, about your business. [THEODOSIA appears in the Pavilion.

Theod. Disappeared-fled! Oh, how unlucky this is ! Could he not have patience to wait a moment?

Mervin. I know not what to resolve on.
Theod. Hem!
Meroin. I'll go back to the garden door.
Theod. Mr. Mervin !

Mervin. What do I see ? -_'Tis she'tis she herself!-Oh, Theodosia !--Shall I climb the wall, and come up to you?

Theod. No; speak softly: Sir Harry and my lady sit below, at the end of the walk-How much am I obliged to you for taking this trouble!.

Mervin. Say but you love me.

Theod. What proof would you have me give you? * I know but of one: If you please, I am willing to go off with you.

Mervin. Are you? 'Would to Heaven I had brought a carriage.

Theod. How did you come? Have you not horses?

Meroin. No; there's another misfortune! To avoid suspicion, I despatched my servant with them an hour ago: neither can we, nearer than the next town, get. a post-chaise.

Theod. You say you have made a convert of the miller's son : return to your place of rendezvous my father has been asked this moment by Lord Aim

worth, who is in the garden, to take a walk with him down to the mill--they will go before dinner, and it shall be hard if I cannot contrive to be one of the company. Mervin. And what then?

Theod. Why, in the mean time, you may devise some method to carry me from hence; and I'll take care you shall have an opportunity of communicating it to me.

Mervin. Well—but, dear Theodosia


Hist, hist! I hear my mother call

Priythec begone!
Well meet anon :
Catch this, and this

Blow me a kiss,
In pledge of promised truth, that's all.
Farewell!-und yet, a moment stay;
Something beside I had to say:

Well, 'tis forgot i sera
No matter what
Love grant us grace ;

The mill's the place : .
She calls again, I must away.


Enter FANNY.

Funny. 'Please your honour, you were so kind as to say, you would remember my fellow-travellers for their trouble; and they think I have gotten the money.

Mervin. Oh, here; give them this--[Gives her Money.) And for you, my dear little pilot, you have brought me so cleverly through my business, that I must

Fanny. Oh, Lord, your honour-[Mervin kisses her. ] Pray don't-kiss me again.

Niervin. Again, and again- There's a thought come into my head.-Theodosia will certainly have no objection to putting on the dress of a sister of mine. So, and so only, we might escape to-nightThis girl, for a little money, will provide us with necessaries.

Funny. Dear gracious! I warrant you, now, I am as red as my petticoat: why would you royster and touzle one so ?--If Ralph was to see you, he'd be as jealous as the vengeance!

Mervin. Hang Ralph! Never mind him.-There's a guinea for thee.

Fanny. What! a golden guinea?

Mervin. Yes; and if thou art a good girl, and do as I desire thee, thou shalt have twenty.

Fanny. Ay, but not all gold ?
Mervin. As good as that is.
Fanny. Shall I, though, if I do as you bids me?
Mervin. You shall.

Fanny. Precious heart!-He's a sweet gentleman!
Icod, I have a great mind-
Mervin. What art thou thinking about?
Fanny. Thinking, your honour? Ha! ha! ha!
Mervin. Indeed! so merry ?

Fanny. I don't know what I am thinking about, not I-Ha! ha! ha!-Twenty guineas !

Mervin. I tell thee thou shalt have them. : Fanny. Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!

Mervin. By Heaven, I am serious !

Fanny. Ha ! ha! ha!--Why, then, I'll do whatever your honour pleases.

Mervin. Stay here a little, to see that all keeps quiet : you'll find me. presently at the mill, where we'll talk farther.


Yes, 'tis decreed, thou maid divine.

I must, I will, possess thee:
Oh, what delight, within my arms to press thee!

To kiss and call thee mine!
Let me this only bliss enjoy ;
That ne'er can waste, that ne'er can cloy :
All other pleasures I resign.

Why should we dally;

Stand shilly-shally?
Let fortune smile or frown,

Love will attend us;

Love will befriend us ;
And all our wishes crown.

[Exit. Enter Ralph. Fanny. What a dear, kind soul he is!-Here comes Ralpha-I can tell him, unless he makes me his lawful wife, as he has often said he would, the devil a word more shall he speak to me!

Ralph. So, Fan, where's the gentleman ?

Fanny. How should I know where he is ?-what do you ask me for?

Ralph. There's no harm in putting a civil question, be there? Why you look as cross and ill-natured

Fanny. Well, mayhap I do, and mayhap I have wherewithal for it.

Ralph. Why, has the gentleman offered any thing uncivil ?--'Ecod, I'd try a bout as soon as look at him. · Fanny. He offer !--no, he's a gentleman, every inch of him : but you are sensible, Ralph, you have been promising me, a great while, this, and that, and t'other; and, when all comes to all, I don't see but you are like the rest of them.

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