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Love. I think I hear the tailor's voice.
Lap. If it were but five pounds, Sir; but three pounds, Sir; nay, Sir, a single guinea would be of service for a day or two. [.As he offers to go out on either side, she intercepts him.)
Love. I must go, I can't stay—hark there! Some- . body calls me- I am very much obliged to you, indeed; I am very much obliged to you.
Lap. Go to the devil, like a covetous good for nothing villain as you are.
Ramile is in the right; however, I shall not quit the affair; for though I get nothing out of him, I am sure of my reward from the other side.
VI.-Cardinal Wolsey and Cromwell.--HENRY VIII. Wol. В
VAREWELL, a long farewell to all my greatness e
This is the state of man; to day he puts forth
There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to,
[Enter Cromwell] Why, how now Cromwell!
Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir.
Wol. What, amaz'd
Crom. How does your grace?
Wol. Why, well;
Erom. The heaviest and the worst
Wol. God bless him !
Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moore is chosen Lord Chancellor in your place.
Wol. That's somewhat sudden-
Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome;
Wol. That's news indeed!
Crom. Last, that the Lady Anne,
No sun shall ever usher forth my honors,
Crom. Oh, my lord !
Wol. Cromwell- did not think to shed a tear
There take an inventory of all I have ;
Cron. Good sir, have patience.
Wol. So I have. Farewell The hopes of courts ! My hopes in heaven do dwell. VII.-Sir Charles and Lady Racket.-THREE WEEKS AFTER
LA! I'm quite fatigued-I can hardly Lady R.
move-Why don't you help me, you barbarous man?
Sir C. There-take my arm
Lady R. But I won't be laughed at--I don't love you.
Sir C. Don't you ?
Lady R. No. Dear me! This glove! Why don't you help me off with my glove ? Psbaw! You awkward thing; let it alone ; you an't fit to be about me. Reach me a chair-you have no compassion for me-I am so glad to sit down-Why do you drag me to routs !-You know I hate 'em.
Sir C. Oh! There's no existing, no breathing, unless one does as other people of fashion do.
Lady R. But I'm out of humor-I lost all my money.
Sir C. Never fret for that I don't value three hun. dred pounds to contribute to your happiness.
Lady R. Don't you ? Not value three hundred pounds to please me?
Sir C. You know I don't.
Lady R. Ah! You fond fool!-Bat I hate gaming-It almost metamorphoses a woman into a fury.-Do you know that I was frighted at myself several times tonight ?-1 had a huge oath at the very tip of my tongue. Sir C. Had
? Lady R. I caught myself at it--and so I bit my lipe. And then I was crammed up in a corner of the room, with such a strange party, at a whist table, looking at black and red spots-Did you mind 'em!
Sir C. You know I was busy elsewhere.
Lady R. There was that strange unaccountable woman, Mrs. Nightshade. She behaved so strangely to her husband !-a poor, inoffensive, good natured, good sort of a good for nothing kind of a man.-But she so teazed him-"How could you play that card ? Ah, you've a head, and so has a pin.--You're a numskull, you know you are--Ma'am he's the poorest head in the world ;-he does not know what he is about; you know you don't Ah, fie! I'm asham'd of
you! !" Sir C. She has serv'd to divert you, I
see. Laily R. And then to crown all
there was my lady Clackit, who runs on with an eternal volubility of nothing, out of all season, time and place. In the very midst of the gameshe begins—"Lard, Ma'am, I was apprehensive I should not be able to wait on your ladyship-my poor little dog, Pompey--the sweetest thing in the world - A spade led! There's the knave.- I was fetching a walk, Me'em, the other morning in the Park, A fine frosty morning it was. I love frosty weather of all things~let me look at the last trick- and so Me’em, while I was talking to Captain Flimsey-your ladyship knows Captain Flimsey.-Nothing but rubbish in my hand! I can't help it. And so, Me'em, five odious frights of dogs beset my poor little Pompey—the dear creature has the heart of a lion; but who can resist five at once ? ---And so Pompey barked for assistance-the hurt he received was upon his chest—the doctor would not advise him to venture out till the wound is bealed, for fear of an inflammation. Pray what's trumps ?”
Sir C. My dear, you would make an excellent actress.
Lady R. Well, now, let's go to rest—but, Sir Charles, how shockingly you play'd that last rubber, when I stood looking over you
1! Sir. C. My love, I play'd the truth of the game. Lady R. No, indeed, my dear, you play'd it wrong. Sir C. Po! Nonsense! You don't understand it. Lady R. I beg your pardon, I'm allow'd to play better