your physiognomy that has a resemblance of her; and the girl is like me.

Tat. And so you would infer, that you and I are alike?-[Aside] What does the old prig mean? I'll banter him, and laugh at him, and leave him. -[Aloud.] I fancy you have a wrong notion of faces.

Fore. How? what? a wrong notion! how so?

Tat. In the way of art: I have some taking features, not obvious to vulgar eyes; that are indications of a sudden turn of good fortune in the lottery of wives; and promise a great beauty and great fortune reserved alone for me, by a private intrigue of destiny, kept secret from the piercing eye of perspicuity; from all astrologers and the stars themselves.

Fore. How? I will make it appear that what you say is impossible.

Tat. Sir, I beg your pardon, I'm in haste-
Fore. For what?

Tat. To be married, sir, married.

Fore. Ay, but pray take me along with you, sir— Tat. No, sir; 'tis to be done privately. I never

make confidants.

Fore. Well, but my consent I mean.-You won't marry my daughter without my consent?

Tat. Who, I, sir? I'm an absolute stranger to you and your daughter, sir.

Fore. Heyday! what time of the moon is this? Tat. Very true, sir, and desire to continue so. I have no more love for your daughter than I have likeness of you; and I have a secret in my heart, which you would be glad to know, and shan't know; and yet you shall know it too, and be sorry for it afterwards. I'd have you to know, sir, that I am as knowing as the stars, and as secret as the night. And I'm going to be married just now, yet did not know of it half an hour ago; and the lady stays for me, and does not know of it yet. There's a mystery for you!-I know you love to untie difficulties or if you can't solve this, stay here a quarter of an hour, and I'll come and explain it to you.

SCENE VI.

FORESIGHT and Miss PRUE.

Prue. O father, why will you let him go? won't you make him to be my husband?

Fore. Mercy on us! what do these lunacies portend?—Alas! he's mad, child, stark wild.

Prue. What, and must not I have e'er a hasband then? What, must I go to bed to nurse again, and be a child as long as she's an old woman? Indeed but I won't; for now my mind is set upon a man, I will have a man some way or other. Oh! methinks I'm sick when I think of a man; and if I can't have one, I would go to sleep all my life: for when I'm awake it makes me wish and long, and I don't know for what :-and I'd rather be always asleep, than sick with thinking.

Fore. O fearful! I think the girl's influenced too. Hussy, you shall have a rod.

Prue. A fiddle of a rod! I'll have a husband: and if you won't get me one, I'll get one for myself. I'll marry our Robin the butler; he says he loves me, and he's a handsome man, and shall be my husband: I warrant he'll be my husband, and thank me too, for he told me so.

SCENE VII.

FORESIGHT, Miss PRUE, SCANDAL, Mrs. FORESIGHT, and Nurse.

Fore. Did he so? I'll despatch him for it presently; rogue!-Oh, nurse, come hither.

Nurse. What is your worship's pleasure? Fore. Here take your young mistress, and lock her up presently, till farther orders from me.-Not a word, hussy. Do what I bid you; no reply; away! And bid Robin make ready to give an account of his plate and linen, d'ye hear: begone when I bid you.

Mrs. Fore. What is the matter, husband?

Fore. 'Tis not convenient to tell you now.—Mr. Scandal, heaven keep us all in our senses!-I fear there is a contagious frenzy abroad. How does Valentine?

Scan. O, I hope he will do well again :-I have a message from him to your niece Angelica.

Fore. I think she has not returned since she went abroad with Sir Sampson.-Nurse, why are you not gone?

SCENE VIII.

FORESIGHT, SCANDAL, Mrs. FORESIGHT, and BEN. Mrs. Fore. Here's Mr. Benjamin; he can tell us if his father be come home.

Ben. Who, father? ay, he's come home with a vengeance.

Mrs. Fore. Why, what's the matter?
Ben. Matter! why, he's mad.

Fore. Mercy on us! I was afraid of this.

Ben. And there's the handsome young woman, she, as they say, brother Val went mad for, she's mad too, I think.

Fore. O my poor niece, my poor niece, is she gone too? Well, I shall run mad next. Mrs. Fore. Well, but how mad? how d'ye mean?

Ben. Nay, I'll give you leave to guess ::-I'll undertake to make a voyage to Antegoa—no, hold, I mayn't say so neither-but I'll sail as far as Leghorn, and back again, before you shall guess at the matter, and do nothing else; mess, you may take in all the points of the compass, and not hit right.

Mrs. Fore. Your experiment will take up a little too much time.

Ben. Why then I'll tell you; there's a new wedding upon the stocks, and they two are a-going to be married to night..

Fore. Well, but they are not mad, that is, not Yunatic?

Ben. I don't know what you may call madness; but she's mad for a husband, and he's horn mad, I think, or they'd ne'er make a match together. Here they come.

SCENE IX.

FORESIGHT, SCANDAL, Mrs. FORESIGHT, BEN, Sir SAMPSON, ANGELICA, and BUCKRAM.

Sir Samp. Where is this old soothsayer? this uncle of mine elect?-Aha! old Foresight, uncle Foresight, wish me joy, uncle Foresight, double joy, both as uncle and astrologer; here's a conjunction that was not foretold in all your Ephemeris. The brightest star in the blue firmamentis shot from above in a jelly of love, and so forth; and I'm lord of the ascendant. Odd, you're an old fellow, Foresight, uncle I mean; a very old fellow, uncle Foresight; and yet you shall live to dance at my wedding, faith and troth you shall. Odd, we'll have the music of the spheres for thee, old Lilly, that we will, and thou shalt lead up a dance in via lactea!

Fore. I'm thunderstruck!-You are not married to my niece?

Sir Samp. Not absolutely married, uncle; but very near it, within a kiss of the matter, as you see. [Kisses ANGELICA. Ang. 'Tis very true, indeed, uncle; I hope you'll be my father, and give me.

Sir Samp. That he shall, or I'll burn his globes. Body o'me, he shall be thy father, I'll make him thy father, and thou shalt make me a father, and I'll make thee a mother, and we'll beget sons and daughters enough to put the weekly bills out of

countenance.

Scan. Death and hell! where's Valentine?

SCENE X.

Sir SAMPSON, ANGELICA, FORESIGHT, Mrs. FORESIGHT, BEN, and BUCKRAM.

Mrs. Fore. This is so surprisingSir Samp. How! what does my aunt say? Surprising, aunt! not at all, for a young couple to make a match in winter: not at all.-It's a plot to undermine cold weather, and destroy that usurper of a bed called a warming-pan.

Mrs. Fore. I'm glad to hear you have so much fire in you, sir Sampson.

Ben. Mess, I fear his fire's little better than tinder: mayhap it will only serve to light up a match for somebody else. The young woman's a handsome young woman, I can't deny it; but father, if I might be your pilot in this case, you should not marry her. It's just the same thing, as if so be you should sail so far as the Straits without provision.

Sir Samp. Who gave you authority to speak, sirrah? To your element, fish! be mute, fish, and to sea! rule your helm, sirrah, don't direct me. Ben. Well, well, take you care of your own helm, or you mayn't keep your new vessel steady.

Sir Samp. Why, you impudent tarpaulin! sirrah,

do you bring your forecastle jests upon your father? but I shall be even with you, I won't give you a groat.-Mr. Buckram, is the conveyance so worded that nothing can possibly descend to this scoundrel? I would not so much as have him have the prospect of an estate; though there were no way to come to it but by the north-east passage.

Buck. Sir, it is drawn according to your directions, there is not the least cranny of the law unstopped.

Ben. Lawyer, I believe there's many a cranny and leak unstopped in your conscience. If so be that one had a pump to your bosom, I believe we should discover a foul hold. They say a witch will sail in a sieve,-but I believe the devil would not venture aboard o'your conscience. And that's for you.

Sir Samp. Hold your tongue, sirrah!-How now? who's here?

Tat. Suddenly-before we knew where we were that villain Jeremy, by the help of disguises, tricked us into one another.

Fore. Why, you told me just now, you went hence in haste to be married.

Ang. But I believe Mr. Tattle meant the favour to me: I thank him.

Tat. I did, as I hope to be saved, madam; my intentions were good.-But this is the most cruel thing, to marry one does not know how, nor why, nor wherefore.-The devil take me if ever I was so much concerned at anything in my life!

Ang. 'Tis very unhappy, if you don't care for one another.

Tat. The least in the world;-that is, for my part; I speak for myself. Gad, I never had the least thought of serious kindness :-I never liked anybody less in my life. Poor woman! gad, I'm sorry for her, too; for I have no reason to hate her neither; but I believe I shall lead her a damned sort of a life.

Mrs. Fore. [Aside to Mrs, FRAIL.] He's better than no husband at all-though he's a coxcomb.

Frail. [Aside to Mrs. FORESIGHT.] Ay, ay, it's well it's no worse.-[Aloud.] Nay, for my part I always despised Mr. Tattle of all things; nothing but his being my husband could have made me like him less.

Tat. Look you there, I thought as much!-Pox on't, I wish we could keep it secret! why I don't believe any of this company would speak of it.

Frail. But, my dear, that's impossible; the parson and that rogue Jeremy will publish it.

Tat. Ay, my dear, so they will, as you say. Ang. O you'll agree very well in a little time; Custom will make it easy to you.

Tat. Easy! pox on't! I don't believe I shall sleep to-night.

Sir Samp. Sleep, quotha! no; why you would not sleep o' your wedding night! I'm an older fellow than you, and don't mean to sleep.

Ben. Why, there's another match now, as tho'f a couple of privateers were looking for a prize, and should fall foul of one another. I'm sorry for the young man with all my heart. Look you, friend, if I may advise you, when she's going, for that you must expect, I have experience of her, when she's going, let her go. For no matrimony is tough enough to hold her, and if she can't drag her anchor along with her, she'll break her cable, I can tell you that.-Who's here? the madman?

SCENE XII.

VALENTINE, SCANDAL, Sir SAMPSON, ANGELICA, FORESIGHT, Mrs. FORESIGHT, TATTLE, Mrs. FRAIL, BEN, JEREMY, and BUCKRAM.

Val. No; here's the fool; and, if occasion be, I'll give it under my hand.

Sir Samp. How now !

Val. Sir, I'm come to acknowledge my e errors, and ask your pardon.

Sir Samp. What, have you found your senses at last then? in good time, sir.

Val. You were abused, sir, I never was distracted.

Fore. How, not mad! Mr. Scandal? Scan. No, really, sir; I'm his witness, it was all counterfeit.

Val. I thought I had reasons.-But it was a poor contrivance; the effect has shown it such.

Sir Samp. Contrivance! what, to cheat me? to cheat your father? sirrah, could you hope to prosper ?

Val. Indeed, I thought, sir, when the father endeavoured to undo the son, it was a reasonable return of nature.

Sir Samp. Very good, sir!-Mr. Buckram, are you ready?-[To VALENTINE.] Come, sir, will you sign and seal?

Val. If you please, sir; but first I would ask this lady one question.

Sir Samp. Sir, you must ask me leave first.That lady no, sir; you shall ask that lady no questions, till you have asked her blessing, sir; that lady is to be my wife.

Val. I have heard as much, sir; but I would have it from her own mouth.

Sir Samp. That's as much as to say, I lie, sir, and you don't believe what I say.

Val. Pardon me, sir. But I reflect that I very lately counterfeited madness; I don't know but the frolic may go round.

Sir Samp. Come, chuck, satisfy him, answer him.-Come, come, Mr. Buckram, the pen and ink. Buck. Here it is, sir, with the deed; all is ready. [VALENTINE goes to ANGELICA.

Ang. "Tis true, you have a great while pretended love to me; nay, what if you were sincere; still you must pardon me, if I think my own inclina

tions have a better right to dispose of my person, than yours.

Sir Samp. Are you answered now, sir?
Val. Yes, sir.

Sir Samp. Where's your plot, sir? and your contrivance now, sir? Will you sign, sir? come, will you sign and seal?

Val. With all my heart, sir.

Scan. 'Sdeath, you are not mad indeed, to ruin yourself?

Val. I have been disappointed of my only hope; and he that loses hope may part with anything. I never valued fortune, but as it was subservient to my pleasure; and my only pleasure was to please this lady; I have made many vain attempts, and find at last that nothing but my ruin can effect it; which, for that reason, I will sign to.-Give me the paper.

Ang. Generous Valentine!
Buck. Here is the deed, sir.

[Aside.

Val. But where is the bond, by which I am obliged to sign this?

Buck. Sir Sampson, you have it.

Ang. No, I have it; and I'll use it, as I would everything that is an enemy to Valentine. [Tears the paper.

Sir Samp. How now! Val. Ha!

Ang To VALENTINE.] Had I the world to give you, it could not make me worthy of so generous and faithful a passion; here's my hand, my heart was always yours, and struggled very hard to make this utmost trial of your virtue.

Val. Between pleasure and amazement, I am lost. But on my knees I take the blessing.

Sir Samp. Oons, what is the meaning of this? Ben. Mess, here's the wind changed again! Father, you and I may make a voyage together

now.

Ang. Well, sir Sampson, since I have played you a trick, I'll advise you how you may avoid such another. Learn to be a good father, or you'll never get a second wife. I always loved your son, and hated your unforgiving nature. I was resolved

to try him to the utmost, I have tried you too, and know you both. You have not more faults than he has virtues; and 'tis hardly more pleasure to me, that I can make him and myself happy, than that I can punish you.

Val. If my happiness could receive addition, this kind surprise would make it double.

Sir Samp. Oons, you're a crocodile ! Fore. Really, sir Sampson, this is a sudden eclipse.

Sir Samp. You're an illiterate old fool, and I'm another! [Exit.

Tat. If the gentleman is in disorder for want of a wife, I can spare him mine.-[To JEREMY.] Oh, are you there, sir? I'm indebted to you for my happiness.

Jer. Sir, I ask you ten thousand pardons ; 'twas an arrant mistake.-You see, sir, my master was never mad, or anything like it :-then how could it be otherwise?

Val. Tattle, I thank you, you would have interposed between me and heaven; but Providence laid purgatory in your way :-you have but justice.

Scan. I hear the fiddles that sir Sampson provided for his own wedding; methinks 'tis pity they