else for it ;-but she has fixed her heart upon Anotber, I tell you. Young Clac. Very well, Sir, extremely well. Sir Cbar. And that other, Sir, is one to whom you owe great respect. ! Youn Clac. I am his most respectful humble servant. Sir Char. You are a fine youth, my sweet nephew, to tell me a story of a cock and a bull, of you and the young lady, when you have no more interest in her than the Czar of Muscovy. Young Clac. (Smiling.) But my dear uncle, don't carry this jest too far,—I shall begin to be uneasy. Sir Char. Ay, ay, I know your vanity: you think now that the women a e all for you young fellows. Young Clac. Nine hundred and ninety nine in a thousand, I believe, uncle: ha, ha, ha! Sir Char. You'll make a dam'd foolish figure, by and by, fuck. Young Clac. Whoever my precious rival is, he must prepare himself for a little humility; for be he ever so mighty, my dear unele, I have that in my pocket will lower his top-sails for him. (Searching bis pocket.) Sir Cbar. Well, what's that? Young Clac. A fourteen pounder only, my good uncle, -a letter from the lady. (Takes it out of bis pocket.) Sir Char. What, to you? Young Clac. To me, Sir,-This moment receiv'd, and overflowing with the tenderest sentiments. Sir Char. To you u? Young Clac Most undoubtedly.-She reproaches me with my excessive modesty— There can be no mistake. Sir Char. What letter is this he chatters about? (To Heartly.) Heart. One written by me, and dictated by the young lady. Sir Char. What sent by her to him? Heart. I believe so. Sir Char. Well, but then, how the devil,-Mrs_Lu(y-Eh,-What's become of your fine story? Lucy. I don't understand it. Sir Char. Nor I! Heart. (Hesitating.) Nor-I Young Clac. But I do, and so will you all presently. Well Well, my dear uncle, what are you astonished, petrify'd, annihila ed? Sir Char. With your impudence, Jack!-But I'll see it out. Enter Miss HARRIET. Miss Har. Bless me, Mr Heartly, what is all this music for in the next room? Young Clac. I brought the gentlemen of the string, mademoiselle, to convince you, that I feel, as I though, the honour you have done me-(Shewing the letter.) But for heaven's sake 'be sincere a little with these good folks: they tell me here that I am Nobody, and there is another happier than myself; and for the soul of me, I don't know how to believe 'em,-Ha, ha, ha! Sir Char. Let us hear miss speak. Miss Har. It is a most terrible task; but I am compell'd to it, and to hesitate any longer wou d be injurious to my guardian, his friend, this young gentleman, and my own character. Young Clac. Most judicious, upon my soul. Young Clac. I am dumb. Miss Har. You have all been in an error. -My bashfulness may have deceiv'd you.my heart never did.Young Clac. C'est Vrai. Miss Har. Therefore, before I declare my sentiments, it is proper that disavow my engagement: but at the same time must confess Young Clac. Ho,-ho! Miss Har. With fear and shame confess- Miss Har. That another, not you, Sir, has gain'd a power over my heart.-(To Young Clackit.) Sir Char. Another, not you; mind that, Jack. Ha! ha! Miss Har. It is a power indeed which he despises-[ cannot be deceived in his conduct.-Modesty may tye the tongue of our sex, but silence in him could proceed only from contempt. Sir Char. How prettily she reproaches me!-But I'll soon make it up with her. Miss Har. As to that letter, Sir: your error there is excuscable; and I own myself in that particular a little blameable. 14 blameable.But it was not my fault that it was sent to you; and the contents must have told you, that it could not possiby be meant for you. (To Young Clackit.) Sir Char. Proof positive, Jack :-say no more.-Now is my time to begin.-Hein !-hem ! Sweet young lady,-hem!-whose charms are so mighty, so far transcending every thing that we read of, in history or fable, how could you possibly think that my silence proceeded from contempt was it natural or prudent, think you, for a man of sixty-five, nay, just entering into his sixty-sixth year. - Young Clac. O misericorde! what, is my uncle my rival! nay then, I shall burst, by Jupiter!-Ha! hä! ha! Miss Har. Don't imagine, Sir, that to me at your age is any fault. Sir Char. (Bowing.) You are very obliging, madam. Miss Har. Neither is it, Sir, a merit of that extraordinary nature, that I should sacrifice to it an inclination which I have conceived for another. Sir Char. How is this? Young Clac. Another! not you.-Mind that, uncle. Young Ciac. Proof positive, uncle-And very positive. Sir Cbar. I have been led into a mistake, madam, which I hope you will excuse; and I have made myself very ridiculous, which I hore I shall forget:-and so, madam, I am your humble servant.-This young lady has something very extraordinary about her. Heart. What I now see and the remembrance of what is past force me to break silence. Young Clac. Ay, but now for it.. -Hear him hear hin Heart. O my Harriet! I too must be disgrac'd in my turn. Can you think I have seen and convers'd with you unmov'd? Indeed I have not.-The more I was sensible f your meri, the stronger were my motives to stifle the ambition of my heart.-But now I can no longer resist the violence of my passion, which casts me at your feet, the most unworthy indeed of ail your admirers, but of all the most affectionate. Young Clac. So, so, the moon has changed, and the grown gentlenen begin to be frisky. Lucy. Lucy. What, my master in love too!-I'll never trust these tye wigs again. (Aside.) Miss Har. I have refus'd my hand to sir Charles and this young gentleman :-the one accuses me of caprice, the other of singularity.-Should I refuse my hand a third time (Smiling) I might draw upon myself a more severe reproach, and therefore I accept your favour, Sir, and will endeavour to deserve it. Heart. And thus I seal my acknowledgements, and from henceforth devote my every thought, and all my services to the author of my happiness. (Kisses ber band.) Lucy. Since matters are so weil settled, give me leave, Sir, to congratulate you on your success, and my young lady on her judgement.-You have my taste exactly, miss; ripe fruit for my money: when it is too green it sets one's teeth on age, and when too mellow it has no flavour at all. Sir Char. Hold your tongue, you baggage, (To Lucy.) Well, my dear discreet nephew, are you satisfied with the fool's part you have giv'n me, and play'd yourself in the farce? Young Clac. What would you have me say, Sir? I am too much a philosopher to fret myself, because the wind, which was East this morning, is now West.-The poor girl in pique has kill'd herself, to be revenged on me; but hark'ye, Sir, I believe Heartly will be cursed mad to have me live in his neighbourhood.-A word to the wise Sir Char. Thou hast a most incorrigible vanity, Jack; and nothing can cure thee.--Mr Heartly, I have sense enough, and friendship enough, not to be uneasy at your happiness. Heart. I hope, Sir Charles, that we shall still continue to live as neighbours and friends. For you, my Parriet, words cannot express my wonder or my joy; my future conduct must tell you what sense I have of my happiness, and how much I shall endeavour to deserve it. For ev'ry charm that ever yet bless'd youth, 15 THE ENCHANTER: OR, LOVE and MAGIC. DRAMATIS PERSONE. Moroc, the Enchanter, by, Zoreb, contracted to Zaida, Mr Champnes. by Mr Lowe. Kaliel, attendant Spirit, by Zaida, by Mrs Vincent. Master Lioni. Lyssa, by Miss Young. Chorus, Attendants, Dancers, etc, ADVERTISEMENT. As the Recitative commonly appears the moft tedious part of a Mufical Entertainment, the writer of the following little piece has avoided it as much as posfible; and has endeavoured to carry on what fable there is, chiefly by the fongs,The reader is defired to take notice, that the paffages, distinguished by inverted commas, are omitted in the reprefentation. |