Don't be in such a plaguy hurry, madam, and we shall go the faster, I promise you. Exit Jarvis. Enter Landlady.

Landlady. What, Solomon! why don't you move? Pipes and tobacco for the Lamb there. Will nobody answer? To the Dolphin; quick. 25 The Angel has been outrageous this half hour. Did your ladyship call, madam?

Oliv. No, madam.

Land. I find as you're for Scotland, madam— But that's no business of mine; married, or not 30 married, I ask no questions. To be sure, we had a sweet little couple set off from this two days ago for the same place. The gentleman, for a taylor, was, to be sure, as fine a spoken taylor as ever blew froth from a full pot. And the 35 young lady so bashful, it was near half an hour before we could get her to finish a pint of rasberry between us.

Oliv. But this gentleman and I are not going to be married, I assure you.

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Land. May be not. That's no business of mine; for certain, Scotch marriages seldom turn out well. There was, of my own knowledge, Miss Macfag, that married her father's footman.—Alack-a-day, she and her husband soon 45 42 turn out well. Octavos to 05 omit well.

parted, and now keep separate cellars in HedgeLane.

Oliv. (aside.) A very pretty picture of what lies before me.

Enter Leontine.

Leontine. My dear Olivia, my anxiety till you 50 were out of danger was too great to be resisted. I could not help coming to see you set out, tho' it exposes us to a discovery.

Oliv. May every thing you do prove as fortunate. Indeed, Leontine, we have been most 55 cruelly disappointed. Mr. Honeywood's bill upon the city has, it seems, been protested, and we have been utterly at a loss how to proceed. Leont. How! An offer of his own too! Sure, he could not mean to deceive us.

Oliv. Depend upon his sincerity; he only mistook the desire for the power of serving us. But let us think no more of it. I believe the post-chaise is ready by this.

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Land. Not quite yet: and, begging your 65 ladyship's pardon, I don't think your ladyship quite ready for the post-chaise. The North Road is a cold place, madam. I have a drop in the house of as pretty rasberry as ever was tipt over tongue. Just a thimblefull to keep the 70 wind off your stomach. To be sure, the last

couple we had here, they said it was a perfect nosegay. Ecod, I sent them both away as goodnatur'd Up went the blinds, round went the wheels, and drive away post-boy was the word. 75 Enter Croaker.

Croaker. Well, while my friend Honeywood is upon the post of danger at the bar, it must be my business to have an eye about me here. I think I know an incendiary's look; for, wherever the devil makes a purchase, he never fails 80 to set his mark. Ha! who have we here? My son and daughter! What can they be doing here?

Land. I tell you, madam, it will do you good; I think I know by this time what's good 85 for the North Road. It's a raw night, madam

sir

Leont. Not a drop more, good madam. I should now take it as a greater favour, if you hasten the horses, for I am afraid to be seen 90 myself.

Land. That shall be done. Wha, Solo-
mon! are you all dead there? Wha, Solomon,
I say!
Exit bawling.

Óliv. Well, I dread lest an expedition be- 95 gun in fear should end in repentance.-Every moment we stay increases our danger, and adds to my apprehensions.

Leont. There's no danger, trust me, my dear; there can be none: if Honeywood has acted 100 with honour, and kept my father, as he promised, in employment till we are out of danger, nothing can interrupt our journey.

Oliv. I have no doubt of Mr. Honeywood's sincerity, and even his desires to serve us. My 105 fears are from your father's suspicions. A mind so disposed to be alarmed without a cause, will be but too ready when there's a reason.

Leont. Why, let him, when we are out of his power. But, believe me, Olivia, you have no 110 great reason to dread his resentment. His repining temper, as it does no manner of injury to himself, so will it never do harm to others. He only frets to keep himself employed, and scolds for his private amusement.

Oliv. I don't know that; but, I'm sure, on some occasions, it makes him look most shockingly.

Croak. (discovering himself.) How does he look now? How does he look now?

Oliv. Ah!

Leont. Undone.

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Croak. How do I look now? Sir, I am your very humble servant. Madam, I am your's. What, you are going off, are you? Then, first, 125 if you please, take a word or two from me with

you before you go.
Tell me first where you are
going, and when you have told me that, perhaps
I shall know as little as I did before.

Leont. If that be so, our answer might but 130 increase your displeasure, without adding to your information.

Croak. I want no information from you, puppy and you, too, good madam, what answer have you got? Eh! (A cry without, "Stop 135 him.") I think I heard a noise. My friend Honeywood without-has he seized the incendiary? Ah, no, for now I hear no more on't.

Leont. Honeywood, without! Then, sir, it was Mr. Honeywood that directed you hither. 140 Croak. No, sir, it was Mr. Honeywood conducted me hither.

Leont. Is it possible?

Croak. Possible! Why, he's in the house now, sir. More anxious about me than my own 145

son, sir.

Leont. Then, sir, he's a villain!

Croak. How, sirrah! a villain, because he takes most care of your father? I'll not bear it. I tell you I'll not bear it. Honeywood is a 150 friend to the family, and I'll have him treated as such.

Leont. I shall study to repay his friendship as it deserves.

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O1, hither? Other octavos, period.