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to forty, I'm resolved to please myself, and from thence, upwards, I'll humour the world.
Y. Mir. Ha! ha! ha! I rejoice in your good fortune, with all
heart! Lam. O, now I think on't, Mr Mustapha, you have got the finest ring there, I could scarcely believe it right; pray let me see it.
Y. Mir. Hum! Yes, madam, 'tis–'tis right-but -but-but-but-but it was given me by my mother-an old family ring, madam-an old-fashioned, family ring.
Lam. Ay, sir !—If you can entertain yourself for a moment, I'll wait on you immediately. [Erit.
Y. Mir. Certainly the stars have been in a strange intriguing humour, when I was born.--Ay, this night should I have had a bride in my arms, and that I should like well enough! But what should I have tomorrow night? The same. And what next night? The same. And what next night? The very same : Soup for breakfast, soup for dinner, soup for supper, and soup for breakfast again-But here's variety.
I love the fair, who freely gives her heart,
[LAMORCE appears at the Door; as he runs towards
her, Four Bravoes step in before her. He starts back.
She comes, she comes- --Hum, hum-Bitch-Murdered, murdered, to be sure ! The cursed strumpet! To make me send away my servants Nobody near me ! These cut-throats always make sure work. What shall I do? I have but one way.
Are these gentle, men your relations, madam ?
Lan. Yes, sir.
sir, your most faithful ; yours, sir, with all my heart;
[They all sit. Y. Mir. (), madam, the most finished gentlemen; I was never more happy in good company in
life. I suppose, sir,
you have travelled ? 1 Bru, Yes, sir. Y. Mir. Which way; may I presume? 1 Bra. In a western barge, sir.
Y, Mir. Ha! ha! ha! very pretty! facetious pretty gentlernan!
Lam. Ha! ha! ha!'sir, you have got the prettiest ring upon your finger there 9. Mir. Ah ! Madam, 'tis at your service, with all
[Offering the Ring. Lam. By no means, sir, a family ring! [Takes it.
Y. Mir. No matter, madam. -Seven hundred pound, by this light!
(Aside. 2 Bra. Pray, sir, what's o'clock? Y. Mir. Hum! Sir, I have left my watch at home. 2 Bra. I thought I saw the string of it just now.
Y. Mir. Ods my life, sir, I beg your pardon, here it is !_but it don't go.
[Putting it up: Lam. O, dear sir, an English watch! Tompion's, I presume?
Y. Mir. D'ye like it, madam? No ceremony—'tis at your service, with all my heart and soul !--Tompion's ! Hang ye!
Aside. 1 Bra. But, sir, above all things, I admire the fashion and make of your sword hilt !
Y. Mir. I'm mighty glad you like it, sir !
Y. Mir. No, gentlemen, but I'll bestow it, with all
[Offering it. 1 Bra. O sir, we shall rob you !
Y. Mir. That you do I'll be sworn! [Aside.]I have another at home; pray, sir,-Gentlemen, you're too modest-have I any thing else that you fancy :Sir, will you do me a favour? [To the First Bravo.] I am extremely in love with that hat which
you wear; will you do me the favour to change with me?
1 Bra. Lookye, sir, this is a family hat, and I would not part with it, but if you like itmm [They change Hats.]—I want but a handsome pretence to quarrel with him-Some wine ! Sir, your good health.
[Pulls MIRABEL by the Nose, Y. Mir. Oh, sir, your most humble servant! a pleasant frolic enough, to drink a man's health, and pull him by the nose ! ha! ha! ha! the pleasantest, pretty-humoured gentleman Lam. Help the gentleman to a glass.
MIRABEL drinks. 1 Bra. How d'ye like the wine, sir? Y. Mir. Very good o'the kind, sir :
-But I tell ye what, I find we are all inclined to be frolicsome, and ’egad, for my own part, I was never more disposed to be
merry; let's make a night on't, ha! - This wine is pretty, but I have such burgundy at home! Lookye, gentlemen, let me send for half a dozen flasks of my burgundy, I defy France to match it;—'twill make us all life, all air; pray, gentlemen.
2 Bra. Eh? Shall us have his burgundy ?
i Bra. Yes, 'faith, we'll have all we can; here, call up the gentleman's servant. [Erit FOOTMAN.) What think you, Lamorce
ce? Lam. Yes, yes--Your servant is a foolish country boy, sir, ke understands nothing but innocence, • Y. Mir. Ay, ay, madam.--Here, page,
Enier ORIANA. Take this key, and go butler, order him to send half a dozen flasks of the red burgundy, marked a thousand; and be sure you make haste, I long to entertain my friends here; my very good friends.
Omnes. Ah! dear sir.
1 Bra. Here, child, take a glass of wine-Your master and I have changed hats, honey, in a frolic. Where had you this pretty boy, honest Mustapha ?
Y. Mir. Out of Picardy-this is the first errand he has made for me, and if he does it right, I will encou
Oriana. The red burgundy, sir !
Y. Mir. The red, marked a thousand, and be sure you make haste. Oriana. I shall, sir.
[Exit. 1 Bra. Sir, you were pleased to like my hat, have you any fancy for my coat?-Lookye, sir, it has served a great many honest gentlemen very faithfully.
Y. Mir. The insolence of these dogs is beyond their cruelty !
[Aside. Lam. You're melancholy, sir.
Y. Mir. Only concerned, madam, that I should have no servant here but this little boy-he'll make some confounded blunder, I'll lay my life on't; I would not be disappointed of my wine for the uni
Lam. He'll do well enough, sir; but supper's ready; will you please to eat a bit, sir ?
Y. Mir. O, madam, I never had a better stomach in my life.
Lam. Come, then, we have nothing but a plate of soup
Ý, Mir. Ah! the marriage soup I could dispense with now.
[Aside. Erit, handing the Lady. 2 Bra. Shall we dispatch him?
3 Bra. To be sure; I think he knows me.
1 Bra. Ay, ay, dead men tell no tales; I han't the coufidence to look a man in the face, after I have done him an injury, therefore we'll murder him.
OLD Mirabel's House.
Dur. My friend has forsaken me, I have abandoned my mistress, my
time lies heavy upon my hands, and my money burns in my pocket-But now I think on't, my myrmidons are upon duty to-night; I'll fairly stroll down to the guard, and nod away the night with my
honest lieutenant, over a flask of wine, a story, and a pipe of tobacco.
[Going off, BISARRE meets hin. Bis. Who comes there ? stand! Dur. Heyday, now she's turned dragoon!
Bis. Lookye, sir, I'm told you intend to travel again.—I design to wait upon you as far as Italy. Dur. Then I'll travel into Wales. Bis. Wales ! What country's that?
Dur. The land of mountains, child; where you're never out of the way, 'cause there's no such thing as a highroad.
Bis. Rather, always in a highroad, because you travel all upon hills; but be't as it will, l'll jog along
Dur. But we intend to sail to the East Indies.
Bis. East, or West, 'tis all one to me: I'm tight and light, and the fitter for sailing.
Dur. But suppose we take through Germany, and drink hard }