the most glorious City of Peking, I wou'dn't come hiề ther again to be Emperor of the Weft.

Mar. We Women are born to obey ·

Sir Timothy may be fure I fhall follow my Husband all the World:

over.

Sir Tim. Happy! happy Man will he be.

Enter Angelica, Friendly difguis'd, Scribblefcrabble.
with Writings.

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

[To Mariana.. Mar 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 is Affinity with the illustrious.

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

Ang. Oh gemini! the Thing is done, [ To Clever afide. and I vow I'm glad 'tis over. I wou'dn't have it to do again for all the World Mr. Friendly did look fo upon one, and my Heart did go fo pit-a-pat all the while.

Clev. Hufht! be quiet now.

You fhall talk to me of it

for Two Hours together by and by.

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

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

Scrib. You deliver this as your A&t and Deed, Sir, for the Ufe of this Gentleman?

Sir Tim. I do, Sir, with my.

full Intentions,

[Mariana and Sir Tim, execute the Deed... and with much Happiness may hereby redound and acerue to him.

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 fo -I'll find him out, if he be above Ground:

Cler

Cler. Why, I tell you he's juft 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-courfes, Easements. and Appurtenances, I'll not bate him an Inch.

Cler. [To Friendly.] Look ye, Sir, the Matter is gone. as far as 'twill 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 Paffion import?

Mar Some Weeping and much Talking, I believe. Ten to One but he tells us more of her Mind. Sir Tim. Madam, may I enquire

[To Lady Stale. Stale. Sir, I am reduc'd to the laft Extremity, I am defeated and evil entreated, I am defefperè, by the most inconftant Perfon

Freind. That ever had the Honour to be in fair Lady's Favour. [Pulling off his Difguife. Stale. Oh are you there, Sir? 'Tis exceeding well indeed! I am given to understand that you are faithlefs, Sir, that you are talfe, 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 Dues and Perquifites..

Sir Tim. How, most exceeding fair Lady, are there Machinations against your most faithful humble Servant ? Is, your Relation Mr. Friendly? [To Mariana. Mar. Since the matter is out, 'tis moft 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 fay all this? Stale. Ay marry does it, to thy Shame, thou Traitor! Friend. Look ye, for the matter of the Matrimony 'tis too true; but for the other part, I ftand up for my Con

ftancy,

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ftancy, and do aver I was never false in my Life; for my Tryal I put my felf upon my Country here prefent, and your Ladyfhip may go on with the Evidence as soon as you fee fit.

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

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

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

Friend. Very often truly, being for the moft part of a merry Difpofition, as the worshipful Bench here know. Stale. But fay how often amoroufly, fay, fpeak truth, if thou dar'ft.

Friend. Never

Clev. A fhort Answer that. Stale. Madam, I believe he has squeez'd this poor Hand[Crying. Ang. Did you fqueeze that filthy bony thing? You fhan't touch mine.

Stale. 'Till I have been forc'd to cry, oh!

Clev. Very barbarous that, in my Mind.
Cler. But no fign of Love.

Clev. Oh none at all.

Stale. Didn't you promife me to put me out of my Pain before to-morrow; out of my Pain, ftick 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 truft

to now.

Stale. Ah! thou art a Fellow of fweet 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, cafe my Lace quickly, or I fhall drop down, I am not able to bear it.

Cler. Nay, Madam, he's a moft perfidious Wretch, that's certain; but fince you fee there is no good to be done with him, you had much better retire before you fall into a fre fh Diforder; you'd only give him an occafion of a malicious Grin.

Clev.

Clev, Mr. Clerimont tells you true; thefe Rattle-headed young Fellows don't know how to value a difcreet elderly Paffion.

Stale. Ah, Clever, thou art certainly in the right. Il leave him to his Flirt! Well, this is my Fifteenth Miffortune of this kind fince I have been a Widow

But I'll retire into the Country this Inftant I'm refolv'd, and mind good Books, and making Sweetmeats and Salves, and never truft in a Man of Five and Twenty again. Friend. And will fhe go? Will the dear Creature go?

[Exit Lady Stale. Ang. Well, I'll fwear you're a crofs-grain'd ill-natur'd 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 fee your Power over your Slave Mr. 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 feal'd to for: my Daughter's Fortune I hope you are no Biter.

Friend. A moft 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 Peafant Gregory Grumble, who was imprison'd in the Cellar, notifies to your Worthiness, that the Perfon laft committed is the very real Efquire Pinch, his Mafter. Sir Tim. Ha! fay'ft thou! the Circumftance difpleaseth Let him be releas'd, I am glad my Daughter is not bitten however- It must be of great Grief to his Parents, to hear that he taketh unto Biting after this manner. Enter Pinch.

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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 substantial reason in the Earth.

Sir Tim. Young Gentleman, the Difafter has been of your own feeking. I am forry to fay it, but tho' you were

Ten

Ten times the Son of my Friend Sir Peter Pinch, and 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'he were a Cherubin. Mar. For ought I fee 'tis well the matter has happen'd' as it has, fince the only one thing that ever Sir Timothy and Mr. Pinch could have agreed in, wou'd have been in not liking one another.

Pinch. Well perhaps 'twas, and perhaps twan't, Madam.. Look ye, I defire you not to concern your self about me, I fhan't concern my felf 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 please. I be-.. lieve I know what your Husband will wear, fweet Madam Nimble-Chops.

Mar. Don't be in a Choler, and I'll bring you acquainted with my Husband. Sir Timothy, it is fome time fince that I have had a very particular Efteem for your Family. Sir Tim. Madam, you confer Honour.

Mar. And in order to make my self a Part of it, about a Week ago I was marry'd to this Gentleman, your Nephew. [Pointing to Clerimont. Sir Tim. How, to my Nephew! oh thou most perfidious! Is it poffible?

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

Pinch. Bite! What, art thou bit at laft, Old Boy, OldFobus, ha!

Sir Tim. Get thee out of my Doors this Minute, thou moft egregious wretched Puppy, or I will fo.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.

Mar