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the most glorious City of Peking, I wou'd n't come his ther again

to be Emperor of the West. Mar. Wc Women are born to obey Sir Timothy may be sure I shall follow my Husband all the World: over.

Sir Tim. Happy! happy Man will be be.
Enter Angelica, Friendly difguis’d, Scribblefcrabble

with Writings:
Ang. Here's a Gentleman enquires for your Ladyship,

[To Mariana Mor Sir Timothy, this is my Relation, in whose Behalf we are to do the charitable Deed I spoke to you of.

Sir Tim. Sir, you are honour'd! Your Character isAffinity with the illustrious.

Friend. Sir, I have always conceiv'd as much.

Ang. Ob gemini! the Thing is done, ( To Clever aside and I vow I'm glad 'tis over. I wou'd n't have it to do again for all the World

Mr. Friendly did look so upon one, and my Heart did go fo pit-a-pat all the while.

Clev. Husht! be quiet now. You shall talk to me of it for Two Hours together by and by.

Sir Tim. Are the Deeds drawn according to your Lan. dyfip's Command and Direction?

Mar. Exactly;. if you do us the Honour to concur, the Matter is at an End.

Scrib. You deliver this as your A&. and Deed, Sir, for the Use of this Gentleman? Sir Tim. I do, Sir, with


full Intentions,

[ Mariana and Sir Tim, execute the Deed... and wish mach Happiness may hereby redound and accrue to bim.

Friend. Sir, I must always acknowledge you the Au..! thor of my Happiness, and will take an Opportunity to convince you of my Gratitude.

Enter Lady Stale, and Clerimont: Stale. Tell not me, Mr Clerimont, I'm not to be fobb’d off so - I'll find him out, if he be above Ground:


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Cler. Why, I tell you he's just now upon making his Fortune, and you'll ruin all.

Stale. I tell you I'll have him whole and fole, as the Law directs, with all his Ways, Water-courses, Easements. and Appurtenances, I'll not bate him an Inch.

Cler. (To Friendly.) Look ye, Sir, the Matter is gone . as far as 't will bear, and you have nothing to do now but to make good the Ground we have got for you.

Sir Tim. What is the Meaning of this? What does this. Lady's Passion import?

Mar Some Weeping and much Talking, I believe. Ten to One but she tells us more of her Mind.

Sir Tim. Madam, may I enquire [To Lady Stale.

Stale. Sir, I am reducd to the last Extremity, I am defeated and evil entreated, I am desesperè, by the most inconstant Person

Freind. That ever had the Honour to be in fair Lady's Favour.

[ Pulling off his Disguise

. Stale. Ok are you there, Sir? 'Tis exceeding wel in... deed! I am given to understand that you are faithless, Sir, that

you are false, Sir, that you are making your Body over, by a Marriage-Contract, to the Daughter of Sir Timothy Tallapoy, in order to defraud me, your lawful Creditor, of my natural Ducs and Perquisites.

Sir Tim. How, most exceeding fair Lady, are there Machinations again your most faithful humble Servant? Is your Relation Mr. Friendly?

[To Mariana. Mar. Since the matter is out, 'cis most certainly fo, my Relation is Mr. Friendly, or Mr. Friendly is my Relation, you may take it either Way.

Sir Tim. But Madam!

Mar. But Sir Timothy! I hope you won't quarrel with him for that: Hark ye, let me talk with you a little.

[Takes him afide. Friend. And does common Fame really say all this? Stale. Ay, marry. does it, to thy Shame, thou Traitor!

Friend. Look ye, for the matter of the Matrimony 'tis tog true; but for the other part, I stand up for my Con



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ftancy, and do aver I was never false in my Life; for my Tryal I put my self upon my Country here present, and your Ladyship may go on with the Evidence as soon as

Stale. Oh Wretch! do'st thou not expect the Houfe shou'd fall down upon thee this Instant?

Friend. No, I trust in the Timber-work.

Stale. Oh thou Wickedness incarnate! How often haft thou look'd upon me and smild, and then smild and look'd upon me again?

Friend. Very often truly, being for the most part of a merry Disposition, as the worshipful Bench here know,

Stale. But fay how often amorously, say, speak truth, if thou dar'ít. Friend. Never Clev. A short Answer that,

Stale. Madam, I believe he has squeez'd this poor Hand

[Crying. Ang. Did you squeeze that filthy bony thing? You Than't touch mine.

Stale. 'Till I have been forc'd to cry, oh!
Clev. Very barbarous that, in my Mind.
Cler. But no sign of Love.
Clev. Oh none at all.

Stale. Didn't you promise me to put me out of my Pain before to-morrow; out of my Pain, I stick to that?

Friend. And Faith, I think I have been as good as my Word; the Devil's in't if you don't know what to trust to now.

Stale. Ah! thou art a Fellow of sweet Principles ! but I know what you want, you want to put me in a Fit, do you, but I'll do my best to keep it down. [Sobbing. Oh! how it heaves! how it heaves here. Dear Clever, case my Lace quickly, or I shall drop down, I am not able to bear it.

Cler. Nay, Madam, he's a most perfidious Wretch, that's certain; but since you see there is no good to be done with him, you had much better retire before you fall into a fresh Disorder ; you'd only give bim an occasion of a malicious Grin.


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Clev. Mr. Clerimont tells you true; these Rattle-headed young Fellows don't know how to value a discreet elderly Passion

Stale. Ah, Clever, thou art certainly in the right. I'll leave him to his Flirt! Well, this is my Fifteenth Milfortune of this kind since I have been a widow But I'll retire into the Country this Instant I'm refolvid, and mind good Books, and making Sweetmeats and Salves, and never trust in a Man of Five and Twenty again. Friend. And will she go? Will the dear Creature go?

[Exit Lady Stale, Ang. Well, I'll swear you're a cross-grain’d ill-naturid thing, I'll vow I've a good Mind to hate you.

Friend. What, for facrificing all to you, you dear little
Creature !

Ang. Be quiet, can't you! Don't you see my Father?
Sir Tim. Well, Madam, you


your SlaveMr. Friendly, as this Lady has done you the Honour to interceed for you, I declare I receive you as my Son-in-law, and will make good what I seald 'to for my Daughter's Fortune -I hope you are no Biter,

Friend. A most profefs'd Enemy to all Fools of that kind.
Sir Tim. I like you the better, you may come to good.

Enter a Servant.
Ser. The Peasant Gregory Grumble, who was imprison'd
in the Cellar, notifies to your Worthiness, that the Perfon
last committed is the very real Esquire Pinch, his Master.
Sir Tim. Ha! say'st thou! the Circumstance displeaseth

- Let him be releas'd, I am glad my Daughter is not bitten however It must beof great Grief to his Parents, to hear that he taketh unto Biting after this manner.

Enter Pinch. Pinek. Look ye, Gentlemen and Ladies, this is mighty fine, very exceeding fine; here have Gregory and I been put in a Cellar among old Shoes, broken Bottles, and wicker Baskets, for no manner of fubftantial reason in the Earth.

Sir Tim. Young Gentleman, the Disaster has been of your own seeking. I am sorry to say it, but tho' you were


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Ten times the Son of my Friend Sie Peter Pinch, and a Biter, I wou'd not affie my Daughter to you.

Pinch. Ha!you may take your Daughter and stop your-I woud'n't marry her an' she were a Cherubin.

Mar. For ought I see 'cis well the matter has happen'd' as it has, since the only one thing that ever Sir Timothy and Mr. Pinch could have agreed in, wou'd have been in Aot liking one another.

Pinch. Well perhaps 'twas, and perhaps twan't, Madam.. Louk ye,

I desire you not to concern your self about me, I san't concern my self about you, poz.

Mar. Why this is all right again, for we are certainly agreed as to that matter too'; however I promise to wear a Willow for your fake, when I hear you are sped.

Pinch. Well, well, you may wear what you pleafe, I believe I know what your Husband will wear, Sweet Madam Nimble-Chops.

Mar. Don't be in a Choler, and I'll bring you acquainted with my Husband. Sir Timathy, it is some time lince that I have had a very particular Esteem for your Family.

Sir Tim. Madam, you confér. Honour..
Mar. And in order to make


self a Pärt of it, about 9 Week ago I was marry'd to this Gentleman, your Nephew.

[Pointing to Clerimont. Sir Tim. How, to my Nephew! oh thou most perfidi. ous! Is it possible?

Cler. The thing is most certainly fo, Sir. Sir Tim. Is it fo, Sir ? Why then the World is all false, there is nothing but Villany, Biting Jilting

Pincb. Bite! What, art thou bit at last, Old Boy, Old-, Fobus, ha!

Sir Tim. Get thee out of my Doors this Minute, thou . most egregious wretched Puppy, or I will fa.batter that Scull of thine

Pinch. Hold, keep the Peace take away his Stick---what d’ye mean, ha! what wou'd you be at? d'ye think Heads are made for nothing but to be broke?: Very pretty Sport, truly.


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