overjoyed for winning a deep stake six months after 'tis over?

Myr. Would I had never played for it!

Count Bas. Psha! hang these melancholy thoughts! we may be friends still.

Myr. Dull ones.

Count Bas. Useful ones, perhaps-suppose I should help thee to a good husband?

Myr. I suppose you'll think any one good enough, that will take me off o' your hands.

Count Bas. What do you think of the young country 'squire, the heir of the family that's coming to lodge here?

Myr. How should I know what to think of him?

Count Bas. Nay, I only give you the hint, child; it may be worth your while, at least to look about you Hark what bustle's that without?

Enter Mrs. MOTHERLY in haste.

Moth. Sir, sir! the gentleman's coach is at the door; they are all come.

Count Bas. What, already?

Moth. They are just getting out!

Won't you

step and lead in my lady? Do you be in the way, niece; I must run and receive them.

[Exit Mrs. Motherly.

Count Bas. And think of what I told you.

[Exit Count. Myr. Ay, ay; you have left me enough to think of as long as I live-A faithless fellow! I am sure İ

have been true to him; wants to be rid of me. men will be rogues; "joys and ours, when our vanity indulges them in "such innocent favours as make them adore us, we "can never be well, till we grant them the very one "that puts an end to their devotion-But here comes "my aunt and the company."

and for that only reason he But while women are weak, "and, for a bane to both their

Mrs. MOTHERLY returns, shewing in Lady WRONGHEAD, led by Count BASSET.

Moth. If your ladyship pleases to walk into this parlour, madam, only for the présent, 'till your servants have got all your things in.

Lady Wrong. Well, dear sir, this is so infinitely obliging I protest it gives me pain, tho', to turn you out of your lodging thus.

Count Bas. No trouble in the least, madam; we sin gle fellows are soon moved; besides, Mrs. Motherly's my old acquaintance, and I could not be her hinderance.

Moth. The Count is so well bred, madam, I dare say he would do a great deal more to accommodate your ladyship.

Lady Wrong. Oh, dear madam!—A good, wellbred sort of a woman. [Apart to the Count.

Count Bas. Oh, madam! she is very much among people of quality; she is seldom without them in her house.

Lady Wrong. Are there a good many people of quality in this street, Mrs. Motherly ?

Moth. Now your ladyship is here, madam, I don't believe there is a house without them.

Lady Wrong. I am mighty glad of that; for, really, I think people of quality should always live among one another.

Count Bas. 'Tis what one would choose, indeed, madam.

Lady Wrong. Bless me ! but where are the children all this while?

Moth. Sir Francis, madam, I believe, is taking care of them.

Sir Fran. [Within.] John Moody! stay you by the coach, and see all our things out- -Come, children. Moth. Here they are, madam.

Enter Sir FRANCIS, 'Squire RICHARD, and Miss JENNY.

Sir Fran. Well, Count, I mun say it, this was koynd, indeed.

Count Bas. Sir Francis, give me leave to bid you welcome to London.

Sir Fran. Psha! how dost do, mon ?

-Waunds,

I'm glad to see thee! A good sort of a house this.
Count Bas. Is not that Master Richard?

Sir Fran. Ey, ey, that's young Hopeful-Why dost not baw, Dick?

'Squ. Rich. So I do, feyther.

Count Bas. Sir, I'm glad to see you-I protest Mrs. Jane is grown so, I should not have known her. Sir Fran. Come forward, Jenny.

Jenny. Sure, papa! do you think I don't know how to behave myself?

Count Bas. If I have permission to approach her, Sir Francis.

Jenny, Lord, sir! I'm in such a frightful pickle

[Salute. Count Bas. Every dress that's proper must become you, madam-you have been a long journey. Jenny. I hope you will see me in a better to-morrow, sir.

[Lady Wronghead whispers Mrs. Motherly, pointing to Myrtilla.

Moth. Only a niece of mine, madam, that lives with me: she will be proud to give your ladyship any assistance in her power.

Lady Wrong. A pretty sort of a young womanJenny, you two must be acquainted.

Jenny. Oh, mamma, I am never strange in a strange place. [Salutes Myrtilla. Myr. You do me a great deal of honour, madam— Madam, your ladyship's welcome to London.

Jenny. Mamma, I like her prodigiously; she called me my ladyship.

'Squ. Rich. Pray, mother, mayn't I be acquainted with her too?

Lady Wrong. You, you clown; stay 'till you learn a little more breeding first.

Sir Fran. Od's heart, my Lady Wronghead! why do you baulk the lad? how should he ever learn breeding, if he does not put himself forward!

'Squ. Rich. Why, ay, feyther, does mother think 'at I'd be uncivil to her?

Myr. Master has so much good humour, madam, he would soon gain upon any body.

[He kisses Myrtilla. 'Squ. Rich. Lo' you there, mother and you would but be quiet, she and I should do well enough.

:

Lady Wrong. Why, how now, sirrah! boys must not be so familiar.

'Squ. Rich. Why, an' I know nobody, how the murrain mun I pass my time here, in a strange place? Naw you and I, and sister, forsooth, sometimes, in an afternoon, may play at one and thirty bone-ace, purely.

Jenny. Speak for yourself, sir; d'ye think I play at such clownish games?

'Squ. Rich. Why and you woant yo' ma' let it aloane; then she and I, mayhap, will have a bawt at all-fours, without you.

Sir Fran. Noa, noa, Dick, that won't do neither; you mun learn to make one at ombre, here, child. Myr. If master pleases, I'll shew it him.

'Squ. Rich. What! the Humber! Hoy day! why does our river run to this tawn, feyther?

Sir Fran. Pooh! you silly tony! ombre is a geam at cards, that the better sort of people play three together at.