Otho. (wakes, feels his cheek, then looks at Jaquelette) You've a hard little hand, but let us try your lips, my love? Jaq. afide) My run-away, fcape grace Otko! and the fool doefn't know me. Otho. I'll revenge with fuch a volley of kiffes, that the good report of me fhall go fmack from room to room, in a thousand amourous echoes, and fet every female mouth a watering. (offers to kiss her.) faq. You're very free, whoever you are, you fha'n't I tell you. Otho. I fhall, will, can, and must. Jaq. You fha'n't. Otho. I will have you. [Exeunt Jaquelette and Otho. Re-enter DIPEMBECK. Dip. You will have her! Ay, there they run -fine goings on!-you Jaquelette, (looks out) See, fee, they'll throw down the Buft! (a noife without, Ay, they've done it, my Otho's in twenty pieces. Enter JACOB. Jacob. Has my Mafter done Sir? Dip. Yes, and he has undone ! he has broke my head. Jacob. Broke your head! oh, dear. Jacob. Otho!-O, then the ftupidrogue's found out; but where's Otho now, Sir. Dip. Lying on the floor yonder. Dip. I must pick him up. Jacob. Oh Sir-I'll foon get him on his legs. Dip. Get a buft upon his legs! fuch a master, and inan. Enter ALBERT. Al. What's the matter Sir-where's my friend? Dip. Get out of my house, you and your friend. Al. Sir! Dip. I fay, Sirrah, how dare you bring such a perfon under my roof? to Al. What, Sir, don't you find his merit equal 1 Dip. Merit! yes, nature indeed has thrown away her gifts upon him;-but, Sir, did you imagine that my paffion for painting had abforb'd all my fenfes for every thing elfe? this your fiery genius, and fcientific mind? Al. Sir, I don't understand you. Dip. A refpectable fon-in-law you've recom mended. Al. Don't you find him fo, Sir? Dip. Find him fo, Sir? what a fellow that could fall asleep at my lecture upon the Clara Obfcura-take my picture for the Hangman of Duffeldorp-and here now, only I come in at the nick, was going to play the devil with poor Jaquelette. Al. Floris do all this? Dip. Come to vifit my daughter, and not five minutes here, before he and her maid get running after one another, like Daphne and Apollo. Al. This behaviour, Sir, is fo inconfiftent with his former conduct, I'm fo much amaz'd. Dip. Well, none of your amazes, but get him out-take him-kick him out, or out you go together, for a pair of impudent profligates. Al. My dear father, moderate your anger; if he's capable of rudeness, I'm much deceived in him. Ha, ha ha! you know, you're apt to be a little odd fometimes. I fuppofe my friend had a mind to amufe himself, with your humour; but however I'll inftantly find him, and know the meaning of all this. [Exit. Dip. (looking out) Oh, here he comes again, and Jaquelette too-very gracious indeed-oh, yes; ay to be fure, kifs!-upon my word! very well; here they are-I'll fee what they'd be at. [retires. Enter OTHO and JAQUELETTE. Jaq. But tell me, Otho, ah! you were always fuch an arch one! In your rovings, did you think of your poor Jaquelette? Otho. Jaquelette, my fweet girl; fine women I have certainly feen, and a very fine man you fee I am now myself, but tho' I travell'd about -and-and round about, through feas and forefts, and towns, and-little lanes, yet, your bright eye was my northern ftar, and the compafs of my pole. Faq. But why won't you tell me, what brings you into this houfe? Otho. Oh, I'm upon a great point. Jag. How! Otho. The point of being married. Faq. Then, My dear Otho, I find you'll take no denial. I fee you will have me. Otho. (afide) No, I won't. Jaq. You'll foon be my lord and master. Otho Otho. Thus after a long voyage, I bring my cargo fafe to the port of Love, and thus I pay the duty. (going to kiss her) Dip. (advances) Pay duty! Egad it looks very like fmuggling though; Hey! you Jade!— what do you mean by all this? Faq. No harm, Sir. Otho. No, Sir, we won't hurt one another. Dip. But huffey, do you know who you've got there? Otho. (afide) Ah, now I fhall be blown. Jaq. Do I know! yes, Sir, it's only a young man Otho. (apart) Hufh, I'm not a young man! Otho. (apart) Be quiet! I'm not an honest lad. Jaq. By trade, a Blacksmith. Dip. A Blacksmith! Otho. (afide) Ah, it's all out! [retires. Dip. What, the great Painter! (calls) Here, Albert, you Albert. Re-enter ALBERT. Sirrah, did you want to impose upon me, or have you been impos'd upon yourself? Al. Sir! Dip. Why here you're going to introduce another Blacksmith into my family. Al. Me! Dip. Yes, your great Painter ! Al. Ha, ha, ha! 3H 2 Enter Enter QUINTIN, (dress'd). Otho. (afide) My mafter! then all's over. Al. Why, Floris, my father here is deceiv'd in you as well as Adela; he will have it too, that you're the Blacksmith. Ha, ha, ha! Dip. What's the puppy at now? Who's this? Quin. Then my intent is anticipated!—I don't know how this work of mine got here, (looking at the picture) but I had hopes that fuch a proof of what I am, might obliterate the memory of what I have been. Dip. This picture a work of yours? (turning to Otho) Then who are you, you dog, that have been pulling my ears about? Otho. Meaning me, Sir! (to Quintin) Oh, my dear Sir, my kind, good Mafter, how glad I am to find you. Quin. What have you been about here, Sir rah-and this picture Otho. (looking at it with affected furprife) Bless me! Quin. How came it here? Otho. (to Dipembeck) Ay, speak-how came it here? Quin. You've been at fome roguery. (to Otho) Otho. (to Dipembeck) Yes, you certainly have been at fome roguery. Dip. (to Otho) You're a very comical fellow. Otho. (to Dipembeck) Ay, none o'your fauffling-ftand ftill, till I tell what I know of this affair; Sir, you saw the fellow that I was talking to |