P R A %2\ Glass. T1 - 4 Book_ .' TOUCH AT THE TIMES ; 3 Corncnp, IN FIFE ACTS, AS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRE ROYAL/ covENT- garden- bit ROBERT FRANCIS JAMESON, Esq. OF THE INNER TEMPLE. •« After this manner do both sexes deceive ihcrr.sfivs? -nd bririg reflexions arid disgrace upon the most happy and most honorable state of Jrfej whereas if they would but correct their depraved taste, m jderate their ambition, and place their happiness upon proper objects, we should not find felicity in the marriage st&te such a wonder in the world as it now is,"-— -Spectator, No. 26»« * • LONDON : PRINTED FOR C. CHAPFLE, 66, FALL-MALL. 1812. Prke 2s. 6d< ..J4 3T& ■^/Y-f^f Printed by Cox and Baylis, Great Queen Street* Lined n' s- 1 nn -Fields . PREFACE. Custom has established forms of literary politeness, ■which all authors are expected to conform to ; and, as it is reasonable that they should appear equally well-bred on a sheet of paper as on a Turkey carpet, I consider it incumbent on me, before the reader and I sit down to- gether, to make a prefatory bow and pay my compli- ments. To say the truth, I feel so perfectly conscious of the danger I incur, by submitting the following Comedy, deprived of the aids of action, to the public, that I gladly avail myself of this plausible detention of my readers, in, order to endeavor to ingratiate myself with them before they discover my failings. Candour is ever found condu- cive to favorable sentiments ; but, lest the exercise of it with an interested view may detract from its merit, I will set the scale even by an ingenuous acknowledgement, that I should not be so ready to evince it, if I had not a hope of its influence. When I declare that I consider this performance as a slight thing, very incapable of bearing the test of closet criticism, I trust my modesty will be duly credited, and not placed to the account-current of authorship, in which art I profess myself a novice ; a con- fession, no doubt, that will be thought superabundant^ Nothing will more clearly prove the sincerity of my de- claration* than a reference to the production of this play, which, contrary to the friendly remonstrances of the pro- prietors, I persisted in urging forward, at a period very unfa arable to new performances. But, having saga- W PREFACE. ciouslv noted, that Englishmen are gene rally in better hu- mour in July than November, I thought it more prudent to commit myself to their mercy while the sun was in Leo 9 than to wait till the chilling fogs of winter disposed them to be as much out of humour with others as themselves. Notw t'istanding the slightness of my plot, and my deficiency in scenic knowledge, the public have been pleased to receive the piece with approbation. To abridge my egotism, I shall request 2uintillian to account for my success (I will risk the imputation of pedantry for the gra- tification of reminding those querulous critics, who affirm the drama has made a retrograde progress, that there were bad plays in days of yore)-— " Sunt actores," says he, " qui et optimis poetarum tantum adjiciunt gratiee ut *? no> m nite magis eadem ilia audita quam lecta delec- cc tent, et viiissimis etiam quibusdam impetrent aures, Ci ut quibus nullus est in bibliothecis locus, sit etiam fre- *' quens in theatris : " which I beg leave to translate, do what you please with it ; make what arrangements you think fit — I shall consider this hand as a full compensation. Can. Sir, I think it strange you can't take my word. I have told you fifty times already, you shan't have the girl, — no, Sir, nor see her either. You are too much of a rake, like the other puppies of the age. Besides, I hear you pretend to be a wit, and that's an unnatural character now-a-days. Mel. And do you think, Sir, I could possibly countenance any one, who has behaved so unpar- donably to my worthy guardian ? Lov. Provoking girl ! Can. Eh ! eh ! what does she say ? Mel. I suppose I am not to have a will of my own either ? I am to have gentlemen bolt into the house whenever they please, and carry me off, whether I will, or no. Can. Ay ! ay ! he has done for himself. Lov. Was there ever such a woman ! Melissa, consider the importance of this moment $ can you.. Mel. Stand off, Sir, if you please. Can. Ay ! ay! stand off, if you please. Lov. S'death ! is this the way I am treated ! Can. You are treated better than you deserve, considering what sort of a guest you are. Mel. Guardy, I don't like his looks. A COMEDY, ' 5 Lov. Death and the devil ! Mel. Oh ! Lord ! do but hear him ! Can. I'll have him thrown out of the window ; — hear, John ! Thomas ! Lov. Sir, I will save you that trouble. Madam, your servant : I am too proud to be the slave of coquetry. [Exit. Can. Ay ! ay ! he'd rather be prime minister to the devil. — I'll see him fairly out of the house, an impudent dog ! [Exit. Mel. Oh lud ! oh lud ! the man must be a fool. Could he not see I had no other way to carry it off? The deuee is in it, the men will always take one at one's word. Enter Laura. Lau. Bless me! Melissa, what has put my uncle into such a passion ? Mel. Nothing, my dear, but an impudent dog^ who ran up stairs out of the street $ so guardy's been driving him out again. Lau. Surely I heard Mr. Lovel's voice. Mel. Yes ; he was here too. Lau. Upon my word, Melissa, you treat that poor young man in a shocking way. Mel. Ha ! ha ! poor thing, you are full of no- thing but sympathy and sensibility. Wei], I have been teazing guardy to let us go to the masquerade to night, but he won't give his consent, so we must go without it. Lau. Indeed, Melissa, it would be highly im- proper. You have observed Mr. Beaumont's man- ner to me. His unpardonable conduct renders it impossible for me to go to his house, Mel. Unpardonable ! how ? Lau. He has made downright love to me. b 3 6 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES : Mel. Ha ! ha ! was there ever such a queer, creature ! unpardonable for making love ! Lord ! what a wicked fellow ! Lau. I don't see any thing to laugh at — you know he's a married man. Mel. And thinks you prettier than his wife. You surely don't expect he should be in love with her ? Love, my dear, is but a mere master of the ceremonies, who introduces people to each other, to dance thro* life, and, having brought them together, makes his bow, and skips away. Enter Servant, Serv. Mrs. Beaumont, Madam. [Exit. Enter Mrs. Beaumont. Mel. Your servant, Madam ; you come very apropos, for we were just talking of you. Mrs. B. Pray, my dear, don't let me interrupt you. I long prodigiously to hear my own character; for I'm so unfortunate, I can never learn it but at second-hand. Mel. Oh ! Madam, excuse me ; I can't think of putting your modesty to the blush. Mrs. B. Modesty and blushes ! pray, where did you pick up these old-fashioned phrases ? Why, my dear, if a blush should be seen on the cheek of a woman of fashion, it would be thought a new invention, and every one would enquire for her perfumer. Lau. Then, want of modesty seems the only point fashion keeps constant to. Mrs. B. B|ess me, little graveairs, are yoi| there r I protest you quite startled me with yo*0 antediluvian sentiment. A COMEDY. I Mel. For my. part, I think it greatly to the credit of people of fashion to be always varying, for it shews they are conscious of their own defects, when they change their minds so often, Mrs. B. Oh ! lud ! both on me at once 1 upon my word, you have been caged too long, I must take you under my matronly care for a winter or two. — As to you [To Laura], you wicked crea- ture, I believe you have taken to bad practices, and. begun picking breasts; for I am sure you have stolen my caro sposo's heart from his. Lau. There, Madam, you are certainly wrong ; for how could I take from your husband what is in your possession ? Mrs. B. More barbarism ! I suppose you think things are now as in days of yore, when every wife kept the keys and her husband's heart as snugly as her pots of preserves. Mel. I declare, Laura, I am quite asham'd of your ignorance. Fashionable anatomy allows no heart, 'tis only found in vulgar breasts. The ton have but nervous affections, and never shew any symptoms of sensibility, but at the sight of a spider, or the escalade of an earwig. Mrs. B. Ha ! ha ! you are a wild thing — pray, rattle on^ But, indeed, I'm forgetting I have fifty- things to do before dinner, and I came to let you into a prodigious secret. If we talk of stealing hearts, I think I may be vain. Pray, read this. Mel. Why, this is guardy's hand. Mrs. B. Something like'it, I believe. Mel. [reads] ee If the fairest of her sex has ** compassion equal to her beauty, she will, m " addition to the character she intends assuming at " the masquerade to-night, wear a red rose in her " bosom, that she may be distinguished by a dying— B 4 8 , A TOUCH AT THE TIMES: " Franciscan Fd$r2 — Ha ! ha ! bravo, guardy ! This is admirable ! " Thus, on a starry night, fond children cry For the rich spangles that adorn the sky." Well, pray, what do you intend to do — to kill him with kindness, or cruelty ? Mrs. B. That weighty matter is yet undeter- mined. Lau I hope, Madam, you will save him from the ridicule, which the knowledge of his folly would bring on him. Mrs. B Upon my word, my dear, I don't see any thing so foolish in it, either. 'Tis excusable enough ; the man's in love with me. that's all. Mel. I have a scheme in my head ; will you resign the enamouf'd swain to me ? Mrs. B. Take him with all my heart. Mel. Thank you with all mine, you can afford to be generous in this way. Mrs. B. Sly creature ! well, manage it as you please. I protest, I have prattled away my time — I must fly home, for I expect the milliner with my masquerade dress — I'm a fickle being, and have chosen the moon. Oh ! stop, stop! — give me my billets-doux — I file them as regularly as a tradesman his bills, and 'tis the pleasantest amusement in the world, to turn them over in a dull hour. Apropos, my dear, I hear your brother, Sir Charles, is ex- pected. I am in love with him already by descrip- tion ; so, remember, I engage him in my train — Your servant, my dears. [Exit. Mel. Your servant, Madam, Ha ! ha ! well, who could have thought this ? Lau. I wonder, Melissa, you take such pleasure in her society. There is a levity in her manner, that is far from being pleasing. / A COMEDY. .. . _ 9 Mel. Your ignorance of the world makes you think so. Lau. Well, I think— Mel. But, can't you think without looking so serious ? I don't wonder at fashionable people never thinking ; for, to say the truth, it makes one look horribly plain. Enter Flutter. Well, Flutter, what news ? Flut. Lard, ladies, who do you think is in town ? Mel. A great many knaves, and twice as many fools. Flut. Lord ! mem, why Sir Charles's Mr, Fan- gle, mem, is below, and says Sir Charles will be here in a jiffy. Lard ! mem, you'd be surprised to see how well Mr. Fangle looks. Mel. Well, child, go, get my things for dressing; and, for fear of mistakes, I forbid you thinking of Mr, Fangle for the next half-hour. Flut. He! he! mem, you are pleased to be merry. [£•*#• Mel. Bless me, Laura, how pale you are of a sudden ! What's the matter with you ? laau. Nothing — nothing, Mel. Poor dear! let me feel your pulse. — Nay, trust to my skill — Hem I — one — two — three — So, Sir Charles — ten — eighteen — twenty-five — Bless me, how it gallops ! My dear, you are in a high fever. Lau. You are alw r ays so ridiculous, Melissa. Mel. Ah ! this comes of novels, and sentimen* tal comedies, where two poor creatures, after lan- guishing into consumptions, when each has a foot in the grave, at last join hands to help themselves out again. 10 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES: Sir Charles. (Without) Fangle, order the car- riage, d'ye hear ? Mel. Here he is. Enter Sir Charles Wilding. Sir Chas. Ah ! my dear creatures, your most humble footstool. (To Mel.) Is your colour proof, child ? (Kisses her.) Mel. Psha! you don't know the danger of that custom. You may be hanged some day for stealing. Sir Chas. [To Laura.) My sweet little friend, I shall 'scape hanging with you, and only be trans- forte d. Bless me, do you follow nature so closely* as to have no roses in winter r Mel. Ah ! Charles — " she let concealment, « like a " Lau. Fie, Melissa! I need not tell you, Sir Charles, she is as much a rattle as ever. Sir Chas. So much the worse for poor Lovel. Mel. What, has he been whining to you ? I hope he will go down to his old gothic rookery, and tell his mammy. Sir Chas. Upon my soul, you wrong him. Bat, you women are so fond of fools, a man of sense has no chance with you. Mel. No, no ; 'tis your men of sense that tre#ii us like fools ; and as we hear nothing but nonsente on all sides, we very wisely prefer those who de- liver it most naturally, and with a better grace. If men of sense will use the language of folly, they must expect to be outdone by those who have it for their mother tongue. Sir Chas. Faith, I believe yoii are right there ; but what says my pretty Mrs. Mum ? Lau. I— I — -beg your pardon, Sir Charles-— 1~— didn't exactly — A COMEDY. 11 Mel. Do you remember the song, my dear, — " Absence is no cure for love." Sir Chas. Love ! Oh S oh ! sits the wind in that quarter ! And pray, my dear creature, what happy fellow ? Mel. Fie, fie, Charles ! We, good Protestants, allow no inquisitors. Sir Chas, Ay ! ay ! ** Good Protestants you are, to Church so true, " You make e'en assignations in a pew." But faith, poor Laura looks so sombre, her piteous face makes a very woman of me — I have the cu- riosity of a whole coterie. Lau. I congratulate you, Sir Charles, on your excellent spirits. Sir Chas. I wish, my dear girl, I cou'd return the compliment. Some sad dog has robb'd you of as pretty a complexion as one would wish to see on a summer's day. Lav. You have been studying flattery at Ox- ford, I suppose, Sir, and play upon me to keep your tongue in practice. Mel. IVe not heard such a long speech from her these three months. Lau. Ha ! ha ! pray amuse yourselves; but, in- deed, I am no match for you. Mel. Not for me, my dear $ but you know you may be for Sir Charles. Lau. You are really extremely ridiculous, Melissa. Mel. Ha ! ha ! now you shall judge, Charles, if I have not good reason for thinking she is in love. Sir Chas. Well. Lau. Melissa, I beg you will not go on in this foolish way. Sir Chas. No, no 5 I positively insist upon hear- ing it, 12 A TOtJCH AT THE TIMES : Mel. Why, then, you must know, ever since— Lau. Indeed, Sir Charles, she is only jesting. Pray don't listen to her. Sir Chas. Oh ! if it be a jest, I'm determin'd to have it; for I like a jest above all thjngs. MeL Well, then, ever since — Lau. Dearest Melissa, if you love me, no more of this. Sir Chas. Come, come, no tampering. Go on, mistress. Mel. You see he forces me—- So then, ever since — Lau. This is cruel of you, Melissa. Indeed, Sir Charles, if jou — that is, if I — I mean if — pray, excuse me. [Exit. Sir Chas. By heaven 1 she is in tears ! this is strange ! MeL Not in the least; a very common case. Love, mere love, which causes us to languish like sun-flowers on a cloudy day — we are feeble plants, and a dew-drop will bend us. Sir Chas. Poor thing 1 Mel. Do you pity her ? Sir Chas. I do, upon my soul, most heartily. Mel. And upon mine, so do I sincerely; but I can't help teazing her a little, because she stands out so stubbornly against conviction. Sir Chas. But, who is the swain ihat has caused all this, and why the deuce does he not, if he can't get out old Bruin's consent, bid her bundle up her knicknacks, and throw herself after them out of the window ? MeL Ay ! why indeed ! and I'll give you a wherefore. He's stupid enough not to perceive he is the object of her passion. Sir Chas. Then, take my word for it, the fellow is an ass. A COMEDY. 13 Mel. Ha ! ha ! do you think so, my learned brother? Well, I must go, and comfort the poor thing — I'll tell her you pity her, ha ! ha ! ha ! Sir Chas. What the devil are you laughing at ? Mel. Ha ! ha ! your servant, most sagacious Sir, your servant, ha ! ha I [Exit. Sir Chas. - At her old tricks, I see. Well, here I am in town again, the deai' delightful, rattling town. Egad, I think I have had enough of the Muses. I never liked learned ladies, and always thought a pretty girl, who could but read eyes, and scratch billets-doux, the more preferable society. But I'm trifling here, when IVe as much business on my hands as, a coroner in November. I have been loading these many years, and had a damn'd deal of drv wadding cramm'd into me. Law has drawn back the catchlock, nature inclines me to fire — so, off I go. [Exit. SCENE II. — An Apartment in Beaumont's House. Enter Mr. and Mrs. Beaumont, meeting. Beau. Ha ! your most obedient, Madam. This is an unexpected pleasure indeed. Mrs. B. Unexpected, no doubt, Mr. Beaumont. You seem prodigiously disconcerted at this little ac- cident. Pray, sit down, and compose yourself; for since fortune has thus kidnapp'd us into a tete-a-tete, we may as well gratify her in her whim, for the sake of novelty. Beau. With all my heart, Madam ; for to con- fess a truth, I have .been plotting how to bring about this very event. Mrs. B. Indeed ! Here is something truly won- derful. I'm on the very tiptoe of expectation, bit 14 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES: being tired of the posture, reach me a chair, you uncivil creature, So, — very gallant j-^—and now pro- ceed audibly, and distinctly. Beau, Pshaw ! a truce to this trifling. We play the fool enough in public ; besides, I have some- thing of importance to say. Mrs. B. Then I move an adjournment ; for now you mention something of importance, I remember I have to attend a private committee at Lady Fid- dlefaddJe's. Beau. Punctuality is unfashionable — We are alone, I believe. In short, Madam, I cannot longer conceal from you what the world will quickly know — I am a ruined man. Mrs. B. Sir ! Beau. Yes, Madam ; and however indifferent you may be, as to what generally concerns me, I believe I shall have your sympathy now. Mrs. B, It ill becomes you, Sir, to charge me with an indifference you can best account for. Lured by my igold you ensnared me inio this fatal union — You drove my friends from me that you might pamper, undisturbed, on the wealth I brought you, and now, after a few years of extravagance and neglect, you tell me you are ruined. Beau. Faith, Madam, I should have great plea- sure in telling you the contrary. Mrs. B. Barbarous, unfeeling man ! To what am I reduced ! Oh ! that I could retrace the fatal steps I have taken, — that I had listen'd to those, who forewarn'd me of the ruin I have drawn upon myself. Beau. " These are the charming agonies of love ! " Mrs. B. Ruined, did you say? Beau. On the very verge of it. Last night I lost a sum beyond my power to pay. Till that is A COMEDY. 15 settled, I cannot draw upon fortune. Tradesmen are urgent — difficulties are daily closing on me, and unless I can speedily raise a round sum, we must sink at once. Mrs. B. And must I be sacrificed to your extra- vagance ? Am I to suffer for your dissolute and unprincipled conduct? Beau. Charming ! charming ! What a lovely vermillion ! What enchanting attitudes ! My dear Madam, whenever you would kill any one com- pletely, put yourself in a passion. Mrs. B. Grant me patience ! But I deserve it all for putting myself in the power of such a monster. Beau. Come, come, Madam, this ranting is ridiculous. Let us remember, however our hearts may be, our interests are united. My affairs are disordered, 'tis true, but not beyond the possibility of retrieval — That is in your power. Mrs. B, Mine ! Beau. Yes. There is a plain, blunt, rich uncle of yours — nay, keep your temper -> — recollect, we are standing, bound together, on the brink of a precipice* if I fall I drag you with me. Mrs. B. And what then ? can I be worse ? can I be precipitated into greater misery than your bar- barity entails on me ? Beau. Well, Madam, all I now do, is to give you warning, that you may prepare for the taunts and neglect of the world which await you, and bid adieu to the gaieties that surround you. Mrs. B. And if I should save you from impend- ing ruin, what more do I do than purchase a tem- porary smile, and the suspension of another hour like this ? Beau, Try it ; I am not accustomed to profes- sions, and I suspect you would give me little credit for them. 1Q A TOUCH AT THE TIMES. Enter Servaht. Sew. My Lady Fiddlefaddle, Madam, requests to know if she shall have the pleasure of seeing you. Mrs. B. I cannot see, or be seen by any one j deny me to all. Beau. Stay, Sir.— I. thought, Madam, you had more sense, and had known the world better. Ifour mistress will wait on her ladyship : order the chariot to the door. [Exit Servant. Would you publish your misfortunes and accelerate your fall ? Be even gayer than ever ; let not sur- mise draw credit from a look. — The storm may yet pass over. Mrs. B. Why did I ever listen to that deceitful tongue ? Well, Sir, I will write to my uncle, Mr. Serge, though I much doubt whether it will be effectual. But I must first insist on your making a provision for me, that may save me from the re- currence of such circumstances. Beau. To that I willingly agree. I think, Madam, as you see masks to-night, it would be better to meet Mr. Serge to-morrow. You know his unpolished manners and vulgar prejudices, and must be careful how you offend them. Mrs. B. The hint comes with peculiar pro- priety from you, Sir. I perceive experience is the tutor of fools, and the best way to obtain good be- haviour from a husband, is to bind him over to it. [Exit. Beau. Silly creature ! Ha ! what has she dropt ? [Takes vp a paper. [Reads'] " If the fairest of her sex — compas- ~It happens fortunately I have a vessel on the point of sailing for the Brazils. I think, Sir, you are shrewd enough if you .please. I will make it worth your while to take a trip, as supercargo. In the mean time I will settle all your affairs, and your wife, here, shall go home with me to Fenchurch Street. Beau. I, a supercargo to the Brazils ! Mrs. B. I go to Fenchurch Street I Serge* Eh ! what now ! Beau. I am afraid, Sir, there is some little mis- take between us. Mrs B. I must say Mr. Serge has taken it up in a very odd light. Serge. An odd light, eh ? Enter Servant. Serv. Madam, here is the Milliner with your masquerade dress. Beau. How dare you intrude thus ? — Leave the room. [Exit Servant. Serge. Masquerade dress ! So the fellow was not drunk. Yes, yes, I see I have taken it up in an odd light. Beau. Sir, this is only a little entertainment, by way of paying off our debts of the complimentary kind. I perceive you do not clearly understand our situation. My affairs, it is true, are, at present, rather deranged, but a small accommodation would easily enable me to retrieve them. For this purpose we applied to you, knowing that your goodness — Serge. Oh ! I understand you. You have been travelling post to the devil, but are now obliged to stop on the road for want of means, so apply to me to help you on the rest of your journey. Beau. Sir ! Mrs. B. What vulgarity ! A COMEDY. 31* Serge* No, Sir, I will not set up, in my old age 5 as an encourager of extravagance and debauchery. I had some hopes of reclaiming you, but I see they are vain. Look ye, Sir, I have proposed a plan for saving you ; if you think fit to adopt it, you shall have my hearty concurrence ; but not a shil- ling of mine shall go to support you in the scan- dalous course of life you are now pursuing. — Now IVe told you my mind on the matter. Beau. Sir, I have a spirit that disdains to truckle to insolent wealth, nor will I calmly suffer the con- tempt of any man. Serge, Then, Sir, you must learn not to deserve Beau. Your age and situation, Sir, plead your pardon with me ; but, as I know not how much longer I can keep my temper, I must request you to walk out of my house. Serge. With all my heart, Sir. As to you, Ma- dam, I pity you from my soul. I am sorry you have scorned my assistance ; but remember this, that whenever the day comes that shall cause you to feel the want of a friend, you will know whereto seek a real one. — And so — your servant. [Exit. Beau. Impertinent fellow ! Mrs. B. I never heard any thing so ridiculous in all my life. Beau. I think, Madam, it would have become you, to have attempted to soothe him. You saw I very well I was obliged to take it up warmly, and you know how little we can afford to lose even such friends as these. Mrs. B. Sir, your servant — I am always wrong — I never do any thing right in your opinion. Beau. I am not held to be a singular man. ei- ther. Mrs. B. Well, Sir, I have not time just now for 32 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES: a quarrel, so we'll postpone it, if you please, to another opportunity. [Exit. Beau. Yes, yes, Madam, I can divine the cause of your impatience $ but I shall be equal to you there. Hark! the company are coming al- ready. I must run and slip on my habit. [Exit. ENE> OF ACT IX, A COMEDY. - S3 ACT III. SCENE I. — Another Room in Beaumont* s House. Enter several Masks, in Spanish Habits •, who sing the following, and pass off, GLEE. Still is the night, scarce a zephyr is moving, Nought but the sigh of the lover is heard : '} Each tune his lute to the passion he's proving, And rival the notes of the night-loving bird. Lull not the proud with a sorrowful ditty, Rouse her from rest who has broken your own ; But she, whose soft bosom is open to pity, Soothe, soothe her to sleep with a sweet flowing tone. So soft be the strain, that it steal to her heart, While prudence, and each chilling thought is at rest, . There, sweetly in visions love's tidings impart, Nor wake but the pity that lurks in each breast. Then each to the lattice of her he loves dearly, The stars wink to see us so merrily given, While scar'd by the transports of lovers so cheerly, Chaste Dian' scarce ventures to peep out of heav'n. Apollo ! oh ! deign each fond breast to inspire ! Blythe Bacchus, thy brother, hath lent us his aid j Then grant us thy skill, and the glow of thy fire To soften the heart of each beautiful maid. D I * 34 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES : Enter Sir Charles and Clinch (in dominos) and hov el (In propria persond.) Clinch. Ha ! ha ! egad, Lovel, you put me in .mind of the chimney-sweeper, who, when he wanted to disguise, himself, washed his face. I suppose you^ome'in the character of naked truth ? ^ Sir Chas. He has lost his character, and is come here to look for it. Lov. Faith, gentlemen, I come in my own character, and for the same reason that a cockney "artisan wears a great coat in the dog days, to shew that I have one. I am something of a virtuoso, and am fond of rarities. Clinch. Ha ! ha ! you'll always be an odd man till you're married. You're the first person singular here — I'll be sworn. Sir Chas. Mere affectation, take my word for it — the common-place sentiments of a would-be sage. His wisdom swims on the surface, like a floating light over a shoal. He's no saint at bottom. Clinch. If he was, he must be a devilish deep fellow, for I could never come within the soundings of his sanctity. Sir Chas. There's a devilish fine figure yonder — Excuse me. [Exit. Lov. And me. [Exit. Clinch. All vanished ! choice spirits, upon my word I It puts me in mind of — but I may as well keep that for another opportunity. Who have we here? Hist ! Hist ! I may pick up an anecdote. [Retires. Enter Melissa, and Canker (as a Franciscan). Can. Most divine goddess ! A COMEDY, 35 MeL [In a feigned voice] . Hush ! hush i sup^ pose we are overheard ? Speak lower, or disguise your voice, as I do. Can. Madam, I admire your discretion. One can't be too careful in this censorious age. Such is the wickedness of the times, people don't mind what they say, not they. MeL True, Sir ; for do you know, they even speak against you ? Can. Aye ! aye ! scandal ! scandal ! the way of the age. The fops and fools of the town, like their kinsmen the monkies, always raise an outcry when a man comes among them. Mel. Envy ! mere envy ! and yet they talk very confidently too. I'm afraid you're a sly creature. Can. [Aside]' She has heard of Miss Fitzthim- ble ! Ay ! ay ! this is the peering spirit of the age — one Gan't trust any one now-a-days— deceit in all corners — I suppose you mean my affair at— eh ? eh ? . Mel. The same. Can. [Aside], She must be interested about me! And, pray, how did you discover it was me, when I go by the name of Higgins there ? To be sure you could guess that. Bless us ! to see how things will out ! Oh \ you slyboots ! — Mum ! mum ! and, pray, didn't you observe my adoration before this ? You never noticed my treading on your toe the other day, nor my squeezing your little finger. MeL Thanks to this shield of my blushes, I may now confess* I did. But, alas ! my husband is a very Argus— 1 protest, I am almost afraid he may be observing us now. Can. Good lack ! that's true, so he may. One can't be too cautious now a-days. But can't you contrive just to slip out ? MeL Not for the world ; he has spies in all corners. Hush ! what was that ? D 2 36 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES : Can. Eh ! bless us ! hem ! hern ! I think I had better not stay here. Mel. Pray do not. But, stop — cou'dn't we contrive — yes, yes ; I have an old nurse, who, my husband knows, is coming to see me from the country — now, if you could manage to assume a disguise of that kind — Can. To tell you the truth, I have one by me, that I use now and then, to escape suspicion — there's nothing like prudence now-a-days. Mel. It is indeed a virtue rather rare in these times. , You must think me prodigiously bold, I fear — but having a prudent person to deal with makes me less scrupulous. So, let me see you to- morrow at twelve, and bring your prudence with you. Can. But, won't you. Mel. La ! I vow you are unconscionable — well there—don't eat my hand up. Can. Oh, you, dear, sweet, pretty darling ! [Exeunt, on opposite sides. Enter Clinch. Clinch. Bravo! old boy; A rare fellow^ and Wants roasting. Eh ! coming again — I'll bear up, and come dow 7 n upon him. Enter Beaumont (as a Franciscan). Beau. Yonder she is — the red flag is out, and I must prepare for action. Clinch. Sir, your most obedient, very humble servant. Beau. Clinch, is it you ? Clinch. Hey ! what " two Richards in the Field ?" Why, sure I saw you just now ? A COMEDY. 37 Beau. Me ? Clinch. Ay ! ay ! changed your voice — Vox et preterea nihil — laying in provision for the convent, eh ? well, well, well, there's no harm in it -*- all flesh is grass — only, don't go grazing in another's pasture. Beau. [Aside] He has overheard them- — hark'ee ! this way — here are company. [Exeunt* Enter Laura (as a Nun). Lau. Where can Melissa be,? I have sought her every where. Would I had not yielded to this, foolish scheme ! heigho ! how little this gaiety suits my feelings ! [Retires up. Enter Sir Charles, and Mrs. Beaumont (as a Diana). Sir Chas. Stop — stop, my dear goddess — -if you are flying to heaven, pray, take me with you. Lau. Oh, heavens I (She leans for support against the scene) What can I do ? Mrs. Beau. Remember, rash youth, the fate of Actseon. Sir Chas. Fair planet, being moonstruck, what wonder is it that I act madly ? Pardon me, that black cloud over your face — Mrs. Beau. Sir, I beg — Sir Chas. Pray, Madam, don't oppose a mad**- man — "Off, off, ye lendings !" [Takes off her ?nask, his own falls.] Ha ! ^ny fair incognita, by all that's lovely ! Mrs. Beau. [Aside]. As I live, the gallant youth I met to day ! Sir Chas. Upon my word, Madam, fortune is a D 3 38 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES. \> ^ ' - very obliging lady, and makes a most excellent mistress of the ceremonies. Mrs. B. She is, at least, Sir, a strict observer of justice, and is determined I shall duly pay the debt of gratitude I owe you. Sir Chas, Oh ! Madam, gallantry, like virtue, carries its own reward. It is— but I am neglecting it, by my praises. Mrs. B. La ! this is very ridiculous. Let go my hand— I protest I shall lose my character. Sir Chas. I shall be extremely happy to help you off with it. Mrs. B. Go, you wild thing — nay, I vow you must leave me. I can't suffer this, indeed. Sir Chas. Ah ! Madam, blame nature, not me, for my rudeness. She has made my heart of such soft materials, that Cupid has stuck it as full as a milliner's pincushion, I follow beauty instinctively, it is the moon that sways the tides of my heart, which ebb and flow with its frowns and smiles. Blame me not, therefore, but consider, that I only do homage to those charms which were made to be adored. [Kneeling.] Lau. Oh f heavens ! [Faints.] Sir Chas. [Starts up.] Ha ! Mrs. B. I am observed. [Exit. Sir Chas. The voice was familiar-— a nun ! she faints ! [He supports her.] Is there no one here ? Ha ! Laura ! Good heavens ! Laura ! Laura ! she stirs— she revives — Laura I my dear Laura ! Lau. Is it you, Melissa ? Sir Chas. Look up my dear girl, 'tis I. Laic. Sir Charles ! I — I — thank you, Sir — I require no assistance — pray, don't mind me. Sir Chas. Not mind you, my dear girl ! Nay, nay, lean on me — you are agitated— you need sup- port. A COMEDY. 39 Lau. Leave me, pray leave me. Sir Chas. Leave you ! Lau, In mercy leave me, leave me, leave me for ever. Sir Chas, You alarm me, my dear girl. This is more than common illness — Dearest Laura, why this reserve ? why this repulsive treatment ? I con- fess, indeed, my levities merit reproof; but if a heart, swelling with the pure love of a brother — you start ! — whence this agitation ? I conjure you by the memory of our childhood, and those happy days of confidence and friendship we have past together— Lau, This is too much ! To what misery am I doomed ! I am faint — very faint. Sir Chas. Seat yourself here a moment, my sweet girl, while I fly for some refreshment. You will be better soon. I will return in a moment, [Exit. Lau. What have I done ! what can he imagine ! How singular must I appear in his eyes ! why do I cherish this hopeless passion, which every moment leads me into fresh misery ! I had better not wait his return — he may think I am desirous of his at- tentions — yes, I have already lowered myself enough in his esteem. Enter Beaumont. Beau, So far I have been successful. Ha ! Laura, is it not ? And alone too, by all my hopes. Lau, My uncle ! then I am undone on all sides ! Sir, it is needless to confess my indiscretion — you seem surprised I should know you. I can scarce support myself, and my spirits are too far gone now to satisfy you. Have but the goodness to get me conveyed home, and reserve your anger and your questions 'till I am better able to bear them. d4 40 A TOUGH AT THE TIMES : Beau. [Aside.] Fortune! Fortune ! I shall turn Pagan and worship thee. [Exeunt. Re-enter Sir Charles, Sir Chas. I have procured* — ha ! gone — Hey ! who is that with her ? a young fellow by his air ! — familiar enough — Aye ! aye ! I see how it is. I thought there was something singularly reserved in her manner — Yes, yes, I have been acting the part of Marplot — yet 'tis impossible not to be inter- ested about her. Her manner is so engaging, such modest sensibility, such delicate propriety ! such — Heigho ! what the devil's the matter w T ith me ? Aye, the way of the world—we never care for a thing till we have lost it — Ha ! ha 1 ha ! faith, I can't help laughing at myself — Yet why should I ? I'm in love perhaps,, what of that ? As to any thing else, I hate formality — marriage is a mere ceremony ! and I can easily dispense with it — Mar- riage, c * thou dreadful, pleasing thought 1" Ha ! ha ! I'll go moralize at White's till morning, and then go to bed as all sober rakes should. [Exit. Enter Melissa. Mel. My pastor fido has at last discovered me. I think I may as well teaze him a little longer, as I perceive he is so tractable. 'Tis the best thing in the world for a lover's constitution — these gusts keep alive the embers of passion, and are excellent pre^ paratives for the marriage state. Enter Lovel. Lov. Tis certainly her. How silly of me — I tremble as if — psha ! courage, man ! Mel. ['Sings.] " Nobody coming to marry me, nobody coming to woo." A COMEDY. 41 Lov. Yes, 'tis her, and in one of her madcap humours. Hem ! surely the poets are right in ascri- bing an instinctive sympathy to love -> — by the flut- tering of my heart, and the agitation of my spirits you should be Melissa. Mel. By those symptoms, it is more probable I am a ghost. Lov. Tis for you to dread such things, who have killed so many— ■ Mel. Bless me ! quite a new idea ! , Well, I do pity you men, to think how you must rack your heads for novelty to entertain us with. Lov. I wish your pity were rather shewn by not racking your heads in contriving how to rack our hearts. Mel. Lord ! you talk to me, as if I was a fami- liar of the Inquisition — I hate such jargon. At one time you come to me, as if I was a confectioner — 'tis nothing but — my sweet this and my sweet that. Then, one would think I were a blacksmith, and there's such a fuss about the fire of my eyes, and my chains, and putting bars to your happiness, and rivetting I don't know what — I vow I wont be treated in such a mechanic manner. Lov. A truce to this levity. Believe me, dear Melissa. [Endeavours to take her ha?id.~\ Mel. Holla 1 Sir ! pray keep your distance. Lov. The time is too precious for trifling. Your morose guardian has forbad my visits : then why neglect the moments fortune allows us ? Mel. Upon my word, Mr. Lovel, you talk in a very strange way. Really, when gentlemen have done with the bottle, the butler should lock them up in his pantry, or there should be a delegate from the chancery in all convivial societies, to take care, as the law directs, of all who can't take care of themselves. 42 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES: Lov. Zounds 1 Madam ! — Mel. Watch ! watch ! Sir, if you grow out- rageous, I must call in the constable. Lov. Was there ever such a woman ! Oh ! Melissa 1 that you could look in upon my heart, and view its movements ! to mark what swells of extacy your smiles occasion, what throbs of agony your frowns give rise to ! could you but perceive how fixed, how mingled with my being, your dear idea is ! Could you but observe in the busiest, or gayest of my hours, when your sweet image is for a moment obscured, with what a fervid glow it rushes back to my heart— I am confident — yes, I am confident you would spare me. MeL [Aside.] Deuce take him ! I shall cer- tainly make a fool of myself. Lov. Believe me, the love I bear you, is not a momentary hectic, a flush of passion. Jt is en- grafted on my soul, it is associated with every idea of felicity, and the substance of every hope. Hea- ven gave us woman to balance the evils of our being — Ah ! why render the intended balm more agonizing than the ills it should alleviate ? Mel. [Aside.] I shall never be able to support it without a struggle.— Hem ! I believe, Mr. Lovel, I must be a little candid. Lov. My charming girl ! Mel. I have been a long time very seriously con- sidering the matter, and have duly weighed and deliberated, whemer it is more adviseable — to be an old maid, or not. Lov. Provoking creature ! Well and you have decided — Mel. Decided indeed! as if it were a mere piedpoudre cause — What, Sir 1 do you take me for a rash, unthinking thing ? Lov, Nay, now, Melissa — A COMEDY; 43 Mel, Yes, yes, you think me a wild, giddy creature. Low S'death ! but, Melissa — MeU You will find I have a true British spirit, and will fight hard before I resign my liberty. Ha ! ha ! out of humour again ! a pretty specimen you give me of what you would be ! ah ! you men are such versatile beings ! The song says — but that we may have harmony between us, I'll sing it. AIR (Melissa). Flora had wove each vernal grace In union with the rose, Where, tir'd with the lengthen' d chase, I sunk to soft repose. Young Love, it chanc'd, came forth that way And slily, as I sleeping lay, He stole ray bow and shafts away. But tho* my bow and shafts were flown, The canning God had left his own. A distant bugle's echoing swell Broke sudden on mine ear, I started from the flow'ry dell, And check'd the flying deer. But when the traitor's darts I tried, The deer, as if they would deride Their wounds, came frisking to my side. But though my bow and shafts were flown, The cunning god's I thought my own. But lo ! a man ! — with sudden fear I pierc'd him to the heart — T'was strange!— the mortal still drew near, And smiling; kiss'd the dart. } } 44 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES: I heard young Cupid laugh with gleer— I wonder'd whence the voice could be — The little rogue was on a tree.— iS See where your bow and shafts are flown— u Mine suit you better than your own." [Exit. } . Lov. Cruel girl ! yet I am so manacled with her chains that I should only wound myself in strug- gling to be free. [Exit. END OF ACT III. A CSMED Y. 45 ACT IV. SCENE I. — Canker's House. Enter Melissa and Laura. Mel. You see, my dear, the power of your charms. Depend upon it, you will figure as a he- roine in history, and we shall shortly have the circu- lating libraries teeming with novels founded on a recent fact.- — But you have not told me how you escaped. Lau. I was scarce seated in the carriage, when the villain declared himself : I know not how it was 5 but, instead of sinking under the horror of the discovery, I rather gained additional strength. My screams (for I resorted to them, as my roost effectual defence) soon collected a crowd ; the car- riage was stopt, I leapt out — ; you may suppose my joy at finding myself in the arms of a friend, the gallant, the generous LoveL MeL Heigho ! its very odd, nobody will run away with me. I think though you would have preferred the arms of a certain other young man. Lau. Why will you persist in that nonsensical idea ? I am sure, if you knew what pain it causes me, you would refrain, even though you lost a jest by it. MeL You deserve to be punished for your hypo- crisy; and since you libel my penetration, I fairly give you warning, I am determined to prove its correctness. 46 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES : Lau. If you loved me, delicacy would temper your ridicule ; but you seem to derive pleasure from my sufferings. Indeed, Melissa, I am far from being happy, and you deprive me of the soothing kindness of friendship, when I most require it. Mel. You do me injustice, my dear Laura, to doubt my friendship, 'tis I who should exclaim, since you deny me its first privilege, confidence. But why this obstinate silence ? Why this perverse equivocation ? You vainly think you have locked up a secret in your breast, when the cunning prisoner has long since made his escape. Lau. Indeed, I fear my weakness is too appa- rent. Mel. For mercy's sake, do leave off this pitiful manner. To be sure, I can very easily comprehend your feelings, for I was once just in your way for near three — weeks. I was then at school, and fell in love-— Heigho ! with the dancing-master's ap- prentice. Oh ! Lord ! I remember I was so terribly dumpish ; I had no more appetite than an alderman the day after a Lord Mayor's dinner ; and used to sit for hours, looking at the moon thro' the skylight, and if I did drop asleep — lud ! I was always dreaming that the dear fellow was playing on bis kit, while I was dancing a minuet. Lau. How I envy you that happy indifference ! Mel. Ah ! if your way of thinking be wisdom, I am glad I have sense enough to be a fool. But come, come, I must absolutely bring you to con- fess; so, without more hemming and hawing, I charge you to declare, whether you are not despe- rately smitten with my volatile brother, Sir Charles ? Lau. I must throw myself on your mercy, for I feel I cannot deny it, and I would I could ba- nish my folly with the breath that bears its con- fession. Ah ! Melissa, if you had known what A COMEDY, 47 struggles my silly heart has made to keep out the insinuating passion- — ! Mel. Lack-a-day ! But, pray, why so ? Is Sir Charles such a terrible creature, or are you one of those prim one's, whose breast, like a market town, admits no vagrants ? Lau. Sir Charles's heart is too much occupied ever to feel for me. Oh ! Melissa, last night I— Heavens, he is here. Enter Sir Charles, Mel. So, Sir, you are a pretty gallant, to for- sake two forlorn damsels, as you did last night. But, to be sure, nonchalance is now the fashion, and the greatest rule of good-breeding is not to shew any. Sir Chas. I believe there is another rule also, which enacts, that you should keep away where you are not wanted. Amongst the old Grecians three was a fortunate number, but they knew no- thing of tete-a-tetes. MeL I protest, I don't know what you mean. Your sense is so modest, that it goes veiled. Sir Chas. I hope Miss Laura is not the worse for the fright I was so . unfortunate as to occasion last night ? Lau. The fright, Sir ! Sir Chas. I, perhaps, misname it ; or, as / was concerned in it, it may be too trivial to be remem- bered. [Melissa slips away. Lau. I think, Sir, I have more reason to apolo- gize than you. Sir Chas. [Aside] A home-thrust ! Hang it ! Melissa gone ! Lau. [Aside] How cruel of Melissa to leave me! [A- pause]. 48 A TOtfCH AT THE TIMES : Sir Chas. Hem ! I— hem ! Lau. Sir ' Sir Chas, I was going to observe — hem ! — psha ! what have I to do with sheepishness ? You and I, methinks, should know each other better. As to myself — but that's nothing to the purpose. In short, my dear Laura, I cannot be regardless of your al- tered manner. You formerly treated me with con- fidence and friendship ; but now you seem to view me with repugnance, and treat me with the coolest reserve. Lau. Indeed, Sir Charles, you are strangely mistaken. Sir Chas. Mistaken ! nay, this is a matter of feeling, not of judgment. Are you so lavish of your regards, as to bestow on one favour'p! object the whole interest of your heart ? Believe me, my dear girl, I deeply feel the injustice, and even envy that happiness you so profusely grant. Lau. Really, Sir,> I am at a loss to understand you. Sir Chas. Surely you will not understand me. But I perceive you hold me undeserving your esteem. Fortune, however, has disclosed your secret to me. Lau. [Agitated] My secret, Sir ! Sir Chas. Its consequence is observable enough from your alarm. Lau. [Aside] Heavens ! what can he mean ? Sir Chas. Be not terrified at my indiscretion ; for though you may look on me (and perhaps with too much justice) as a giddy hairbrain'd fellow, my heart will never play the traitor, especially where it has such a temptation to be faithful. Enter Servant. Serv. A note, Sir, from Mr. Lovel. He is A CQMED Y. 49 waiting in the street, and desired me to deliver this to you. Sir Chas. [Reads'] " An affair of moment, in which I am engaged, obliges me to ask your assist- ance. Let me know if I can see you "—I shall be with him instantly. [Exit Servant. Pray, pardon me ; I find my presence only dis- tresses you, and I can assure you, it is not the least part of my unhappiness, that you will not permit me to prove, how desirous I am to render you ser- vice. [Exit. Lau. Yes, Melissa has betrayed me. How vain, how weak must I appear to him ! His very pity is a ridicule of my weakness. Alas 1 how delusive, how transitory is human happiness ! my heart has long cherished a fond idea, which, now matured into strength, turns upon its fosterer, and repays it with ruin. [Exit, SCENE II.— The Street. Enter Sir Charles arid Lov el. Sir Chas. How say you I did he really presume? are you certain she never favored him ? Lov. Can it be doubted ? a girl of such con- summate modesty — a married man too ! Sir Chas. No — by heavens ! I libel purity to suppose it. She is truly delicacy itself. But, say no more — Beaumont is a villain, and I will instant- Lov. Softly ! softly ! where are you going ? your heart has run a race with your head, and beat it hollow. The affair is a delicate one, and re- quires discretion. Sir Chas. Psha ! psha ! teach the blind, optics; and the dumb, oratory. 50 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES*. Lov. But, Sir Charles — nay, you must listen — remember, female reputation is of so delicate a growth, that the least blight stints it for ever. If this gets abroad, how can you stifle scandal, which will be whispering the public secret in every circle ? Consider how it will gather as it rolls — how many insinuations, suspicions, hints, and conclusions will attach to it, and above all — how the overwhelming torrent will affect the sensitive modesty of her, whose cause you would thus rashly advocate ? Sir Chas. What, and would you have me tame- ly bear the insult ? Lov. Nay, the cause is no orphan. It seems Beaumont was piqued at my interference and plain language last night, and affects (with the common soreness of scoundrels) to feel himself injured. He demands satisfaction, and I cannot deny him what he so seldom meets with. I am no friend, it is true, to this mode of argument, but cases of this nature admit no alternative, and the cruelty of your sister makes me indifferent to its event. Sir Char. True lovers are so rare now, that I cannot surfer you to throw yourself away. The cause properly belongs to me, and I will defend it. Lov. Impossible ! my honor is staked, and can- not admit a transfer. Sir Chas. Sir, no one shall rob me of the merit of asserting the purity of an angel. I have in- jured her by suspicion, and if I fall, I only expiate my error. Lov. But, Sir Charles. Sir Chas. Not a word — I am resolved. [Exit. Lov. The winds will listen to me sooner. [Exit. A COM E D Y. 51 SCENE III.— Beaumont's House. Enter Beaumont. Beau. Distraction ! ruin on all sides ! debts spring up like spectres ! my designs are foiled, and rumour already . begins to circulate. Curse on my furious impatience, what the devil have I to do with fighting ? But 'tis now too late to recall, and after all, a pistol may be the best cure for my diffi- culties. Enter Servant. Serv. Mr. Flaw, the attorney, Sir. Beau. Shew him in — he comes apropos* Enter Flaw. Well, Flaw? Flaw. Sir, it is no such thing. I'm harrassM to death with your affairs. One would need an office as large as Westminster Hall to manage your matters in. Nothing but duns, and bills come thronging in, like bail on a justification day. Beau. Pish ! don't distract me with them now —-bills, bills, bills, — you are ever chiming them in my ears. Flaw. Sir, I shan't trouble myself with them. I have a character to maintain in the profession, and can't dabble any longer in dirty work — so, I have just brought a little account here. — Beau. Sir, I can't attend to those things now. Flaw. But, Sir, these things must be attended to now. Do you think to treat me like a Chancery bill, put me off from term to term Beau. What, Sir! — but, come, come, Flaw, 52 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES : what strange manner is this you have assumed ? I thought you and I had known each other better. Flaw. Sir, / do know you, and that accounts for my manner. You forget I lived next door to your father, old Bob Beaumont, the pawnbroker in Oxford Street. Beau. For heaven's sake, Flaw ! Flazv. Know you, indeed ! what, do you think I don't remember.- — Beau. Curse your memory ! will you listen a moment ? Flaw. A pretty affair, truly ! Beau. Hark'ee, Sir, there is no use in deceiving you. You are well acquainted with my chequered history, and have seen me whirl round and round the wheel of fortune. The truth is, I have been too daring in my speculations. My situation is now become desperate ; — difficulties clog my exertions, and to crown all, I am involved with a wife, and a duel. Flaw. Um ! as to the first, as Serjeant Snapfee observed in the case of Trapwell versus Simpleton, last Michaelmas term — " wives are now considered as to a species of goods." — As to the other matter, that's very easily remedied, dispatch an anonymous two-penny post letter to Bow Street. Beau. To say the truth, my courage lessens with my desperation. — Honor is a mere phantom ; if the world sees the shadow, it is quite enough. Enter Servant. Serv* A letter, Sir, for my lady. Beau. Here, you may give it me. [Exit Servant* Ha ! a man's hand — faith, the very same as the note I picked up yesterday. Listen, listen, you surly A COM E D Y. 53 rogue you, for I have a scheme will make both our fortunes. (Opens the letter and reads.) " Most angelic madam"— so, so,—" a circum- ? stance has occurred, which will make it impru- u dent for me to keep my appointment, and as one " can't be too cautious now-a-days, I think it bet- cc ter to postpone my happiness, than risk the repu- u tation of your fair self, or your doating admirer " — a Franciscan Friar." — Better and better ! what think you of this ? Flaw. I wish you joy. I always said we should have her some day in the King's Bench, and the Commons. Beau. Chance, yesterday, threw into my hands what I have been long watching for. I have a credible witness of her guilt, who overheard an assignation last night, which this letter postpones. Flaw. And, pray, who may the defendant be ? Beau. The devil take me if I can tell — they are cautious. Flaw. Gadzooks ! now you put me in mind, I remember I saw a young rake of fashion, one Sir Charles Wilding, gallanting in the street with her yesterday. Beau. Sir Charles Wilding ! it flashes on me — do you know his hand ? Flaw. Yes, I have done business for him in the supply way — um ! not exactly; but then, to be sure, he would disguise it. Beau. What if I were to sound my spare rib ? if she knew I had the means of convicting her, — but hist ! here she comes — give me the note, and step for a moment into this room. I'll see what I can make of her. [Puts Flaw into a back room. Enter Mrs. Beaumont. Mrs. Beau. Ha ! ha ! well of all diverting spectacles, a vulgar fashionist is the most so. 54 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES*. Beau. You seem entertained, madam. Mrs. Beau. I am indeed, Sir. I have just dis- missed my levee, and sure, such a brood of charac- ters never met. Here has been Mrs. Mushroom ; — but you" never saw her, so I'll give you her picture. Beau. You are very obliging, Madam. Mrs. B. Not at all, I assure you. I only want to rehearse the description, before I go to Lady Fiddlefaddle's. < Beau. Oh ! Madam, you need not convince me of your proficiency in scandal. Mrs. B. Scandal indeed ! -only an essay, Sir, on what Pope says, is our most proper study, human character. Beau. , It must be confessed then, your female philosophers are actuated by a truly laudable spirit of enquiry ; and it is, no doubt, from a modest con- sciousness of the difficulty of the science, that you confine your remarks to the varieties of character^ which lie more particularly under your own obser- vation. Mrs. B. True, Sir; for which reason, I never talk of you. Tho', indeed, you bid fair to be a very popular subject. Your last night's adventure may rank with any in the annals of chivalry. Beau. You seem highly pleased, Madam, with the knowledge of it. It must, indeed, be extremely gratifying to you, to discover any little errors in my conduct, since you no doubt conceive they may be serviceable in keeping yours in countenance. Mrs. B. My errors, Sir ! Beau. Fashion, it is true, Madam, sanctions a freedom of manners beyond the bounds of strict propriety ; but you should, at least, remember, that there is a necessary decorum to be preserved by your sex, a regard to public opinion in the breach of A COMEDY. 55 private duties, which is essential to the honor and reputation of a husband.. Mrs. B. I protest, Sir, at first I thought you were serious ; but now I hear you talk of honor, I am convinced you are jesting. Beau. You really, Madam, carry it off with an excellent air. — A knowledge of the town, I per- ceive, has been of service to you. Mrs. B. Your sense, Sir, is too deep for me to perceive — so, you'll excuse my wishing you good morning. — (Going). Beau. Stay, Madam, stay, I cannot part with you so easily. — Mrs. B. What is it you mean, Sir, by this rude- ness ? Beau. Yes, Madam, you may well be alarmed. — I see you are not yet so hardened as to be de- prived of consciousness. — You know this hand, I presume ?— Mrs. B. Ha ! ha ! ha ! most sage of thy sex ! You have brought the mouse out of the mountain. Beau. 'Sdeath ! Madam — this is no jest. — Do you think to jeer me into disbelief? — Mrs. B. Not I, indeed, Sir, for nothing pleases me so much as your jealousy. — I assure you, I con- sider it as a very flattering omen. Beau. Why do I suffer myself to be moved ? — Your mirth, Madam, I assure you, is far from being effectual ;— I have solid and satisfactory proofs of your guilt, as you and your paramour, Sir Charles Wilding, will shortly discover ? Mrs. B. Sir Charles Wilding ! Is the man raving ? Beau. Come, come, Mrs. Beaumont, you must not carry this piece of acting so far. — You surely cannot imagine you deceive me ? You know I am not to be trifled with — let us understand each other. e 4 56 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES I Mrs. B. Very willingly, Sir, if you will permit me ; and to do my part towards it, I can assure you I never set eyes on Sir Charges Wilding in my life. Beau. Oh, excellent woman ! Enter Servant. Servt. Sir Charles Wilding, Sir. Beau. Ah ! is it so P You hear, Madam, Sir Charles Wilding ! Shew him up, Sir. [Exit Servt. — Let us see this spark. Mrs. B. You will now be convinced, Sir. Enter Sir Charles. Ha! Sir Chas. My fair unknown ! [Aside. Beau. Their emotion is very visible.-— If I could leave them together, Flaw might pick up some intelligence. Sir Chas. Sir, my name may probably be fa- miliar to you, though personally unacquainted. Beau. Your name, Sir, is not unknown to me. Sir Chas. The occasion, Sir, of my visit is — but might I be favoured with two minutes private conversation. [A Servant enters hastily and whispers Beaumont. Beau. Distraction ! Is it come to that ? — I must request your pardon, Sir Charles, for a moment.— An affair of consequence calls me away. [Exit Sir Chas. Singular enough ! I conceive, Madam, I need not hesitate by what title to address you ? It is evident the fates determine we should be friends, though, on my honor, I cannot positively decide whether this interview affords me most pleasure or regret. Mrs. B. And for my part, Sir Charles, I can* A COMEDY. . 57 not positively decide whether I should rebuke you for your rudeness or thank you for your gallantry. Sir Chas. I should propose an act of oblivion, but I fear I can't be a party to it. Mrs. B. Well, Sir, I believe you deserve mercy, so I'll pass an act of grace. [Flaw peeps out. Sir Charles. (Takes her hand J. And thus the pardon's sealed. [Kisses her hand. Enter Servant (without his coat J. Servt. I ask pardon, Madam, hope no offence, only a little accident has just happened. Mrs. B. An accident ! Servt. The bum-bailiffs, Ma'am, are in the house— they have taken our livery suits, and are playing old Nick below, — hope no offence, Ma'am, but I thought it best to let your ladyship know. Mrs. B. Good heavens ! what new calamity is this ? Sir Chas. Pray, Madam, allow me to conduct you to a friend's house, a lady of the first fashion and of irreproachable character, till this affair is over.— It is doubtless owing to some mistake -, but if it is in my power to render any assistance, I beg no delicacy may be used. Mrs. B. The shock has overcome me. — Your obliging offer, Sir Charles, I thankfully accept. — These things, indeed, will happen in the best re- gulated families. — I vow the wretches are coming. [Exeunt. Flaw conies forward.— Enter Beaumont. Beau. Oh ! Flaw ! Flaw ! ruin stares me in the face. 58 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES : Flaw. Don't be sheepish — look at him again, you won't find him so frightful. Beau, What do you mean ? Flaw. Your wife's gone. Beau. The devil take her. Flaw. Ay ! but you'll get nothing out of him, for the lawyers will all be on his side — Don't you see it ?-— A young rake comes into your house under the cloak of friendship, smiling and plausible, and takes advantage of a calamity to rob you of all you value in the world, leaving you involved in double distress, and smarting under accumulated anguish. —What could you wish for more fortunate? As the court observed last sittings, — zounds ! 'tis no use speculating on the cause, I feel the effects, and my heart is deeply interested in their removal. [Exit. END OF ACT IV, A COMEDY. 63 ACT V. SCENE I. — Beaumont's House. Enter Beaumont and Flaw (from opposite sides). Beau, Well, Flaw, how go matters? Flam, Swimmingly. The news is hajf over the town. I have retained counsel. By the bye, Serjeant Ogle wants to examine Madam's waiting woman this evening, at his own chambers. Enter Servant. Serv. Mr. Serge, Sir. Beau, Serge ! What the devil brings him here ? Flaw do you see him. I had better not be visible, at present. [Exit. Flaw. Ay ! ay ! leave him to me. Enter Serge. Serge. So, Sir — Oh ! I ask pardon, you're not the person I want. Flaw. It it is Mr. Beaumont, Sir, you wish to see, I am sorry to say he is unable to see any one. You have heard, I presume, of his late domestic calamity ? Serge. It was the report that brought me here. Flaw- Alas, Sir ; the poor gentleman is too much " affected af present to see company. He has remained shut up in his chamber with the window- shutters closed, ever since the lameutable event. I begin to be rather alarmed about his intellects. 64 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES : Serge. So, then, the story is true, is it ? Flaw. True, Sir ! As it was observed in the case of Clutterbuck versus Jenkins, at the last sittings at Guildhall — ** so clear a case never came before a jury." ^ Serge. Unhappy creature ! she has indeed car- ried her indiscretion to the height. You seem, Sir, to know the particulars of this unfortunate matter ; — pardon the curiosity of an afflicted old man, who cannot forget he is the relation of this mis- guided woman. — Where is she ? where can I find her ? — It may not yet be too late to save her from total ruin. Flaw. It is not exactly known, Sir, what road they have taken, but I rather imagine they have gone North, and if so, by this time they can't be far from York. Mrs. B. (without.) What 1 forbad my own house ! Flaw. Heyday ! Serge. It is — it is her ! Enter Mrs. Beaumont. Mrs. B. It is too much to bear ! — Where is the monster ! where is the villain who thus traduces me ? Serge. Ah Lucy ! Lucy 1 what is this I hear ? Mrs. B. Oh ! Sir, are you here ? Then, thank heaven, I have one friend. Flaw. This is really a very extraordinary affair —quite without precedent I believe. Pray, ma- dam, let me ask you, how could you think of coming in this manner to shock the feelings of a husband, (for he must bear that title till he goes into the spiritual court) — I say, how could you think of such a thing after what has happened ? A COMEDT, 65 Mrs. B. And pray, Sir, who are you ? Flaw. Me, madam ! I don't see any legal ob- jection to answering that question.— I am Philip Flaw, of Symond's Inn, attorney to the prosecu- tion.— You will be so good, if you please, Sir, to take particular notice of what is said, for I shal} subpoena you on the trial — Mrs. B And is it you; Sir, who have conspired to ruin me ? Flaw. Conspired, madam ! — Observe, Sir, I am charged with a conspiracy. Serge. I don't understand it, not I. Mrs. B. Oh ! Sir, I am a wretched woman beset with villainy. Flaw. So, so j take notice, Sir, if you please. Mrs. B. Villain ! dare you insult me thus, fad- vancing.j Flaw. Zounds! have a care — keep off — re- member there's such a thing as law. Mrs. B. Law ! wretch ! I shall go distracted. — Villain ! villain ! (runs at Flaw.) Flaw. Why, madam ! Holloa ! mister ! mister ! Serge. Nay, nay, Lucy Mrs. B. Pray, Sir, reach me a chair, I am quite overcome. Flaw. I never saw so violent a woman in my life. She ought to be indicted as a common scold. Mrs. B. Oh, Sir— that I had but listened to your prophetic words ! Serge. And is it true — *— Mrs. B f True, Sir ! heaven forbid ! — I am not such a wretched being either. No,. Sir, 'tis a deep laid mercenary scheme — a villainous design to crush me, and profit by my ruin. Flaw. Madam, with the greatest deference I humbly beg leave to submit to you, that you are not perhaps aware your language is libellous and cogni- p 66 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES : zable in a court of law. I am not one, madam, that ever engages in dirty work. My name is Flaw, and I defy any one to attach an imputation to it. — - You will excuse me, (but I beg you'll keep your temper) I must say the papers that have been put into my hands, when laid before a jury, wpuld, as was observed by the court in a similar case — (I think it W2S Noodle versus Doodle), give us a verdict, undeniable as truth itself. Mrs. B. Papers, Sir ! Flaw, (shrinking back.) Yes, Madam — no, Madam — that is — but as it is the usual method for both parties to name their attornies, perhaps it might be as well to proceed in the regular way— [aside]-*-! wish I was well quit of her.— Serge. I know not how to reconcile this seem- ing contradiction. — Pray, Sir, what is the nature of the papers you mention ? Flaw. Hum ! I don't know whether I ought to answer that question, legally speaking. Mrs. B. Sir, I insist— Flaw. Oh! Madam, that quite alters the case, I am always willing to oblige a lady. But hadn't you better refer me to your attorney? lam afraid the mention of these particulars may agitate you too much. Mrs. B. No, Sir, I will not rest till I have de- tected the falsehood of the calumny. — I insist on knowing what you have to produce against me. Serge. Yes, Sir, she has a right to know the charges brought against her. Ilaxv. [Aside.] I'm prettily off between 'em. — Why, Madam, the papers I mean — but I beg you'll recollect I'm only the attorney to the plaintiff — the papers, Madam, are letters from — you know who. Airs. B I know who! — How, Sir, do you. charge me with— A COMEDY. 67 Flaw. Oh ! no, no, no, Madam, by no means. What I mean is, I have letters from Sir but> perhaps, you recollect the Franciscan monk ? Mrs. B. And is that all pur evidence. Sir ? Flaw. Not entirely, Madam, though I believe it will be granted it is pretty strong. Serge. What is this? Mrs. B. You'll shortly know, Sir. [To Flaw.] You have professed yourself an honest man, Sir, I ask you to accompany me to Mr. Canker's in the next street, and I pledge myself satisfactorily to explain this matter, and prove the falsehood of the calumny raised against me. Flaw. Upon my word, Madam — bless me ! it's past the hour I was to have met a gentleman on particular business. — - Serge. Look ye, Sir — I take it a lady's reputa- tion is a business of more importance— Flaw. Sir, my time is not my own — extremely sorry — but upon my word — I can't possibly— Serge. Sir, I know the value of your time, and I'll take care you shan't lose by any thing that con- cerns me or my niece. Flaw. Sir, you speak so much like a gentleman 3 I can't possibly refuse a request so genteely made. Mrs. B. Come then, Sir, follow me. [Exit. Flaw. After you, Sir, if you please. — I couldn't think of such a thing, upon my honor. — This is a rare business — fishing on both sides the water.— If I don't diddle them both — call me no lawyer. [Exeunt. SCENE II.— Canker's House. Enter Lovel and Sir Charles (meeting). Lovel. Bless me, Sir Charles, is it really you i F 2 *♦ 6fc A TOUCH AT THE TIMES : i Sir Chas. Upon my word, Sir, that is a point I am not determined on. — I don't feel quite myself. — - But how is this ? I don't know which to wonder at most, your presence or your question.. hovel. As to being here, my concern for your reputation brought me.— And I may well be sur- prised to see you when, by the most undoubted au- thority, you are at least half way to Scotland. Sir Chas. What nonsense is this ? Lovel. That you can best explain.— I make it a rule never to credit more than half a report, and having just heard that you and Beaumont's wife had eloped, I conclude you have been playing the fool already. Sir Chas. Is it possible you are in earnest ? Lovel. It may be a very good jest for aught I know. Sir Chas. Curse this malicious town ! LovcL Ay, Sir; 'tis a sort of hothouse, where people are brought to perfection before they are in season. — You seem to have throve surprisingly in it. Sir Chas. The truth is, Ned, I am a fool. Lovel. The confession of it proves your wisdom. —I really believe, Sir Charles, you wear the mask of hypocrisy the wrong side outwards. — And, yet — - is it possible you have given occasion tp a report of this nature ? Sir Chas. I can't tell whether to say, yes, or no. Fortune has been playing blindman's-buff with me. Lovel. Pardon me, I know the temper and character of the man you are said to have injured. I greatly fear you have committed yourself, for the report is sanctioned by Beaumont himself. Sir Chas. How ! A COMEDY. 69 Enter Flutter. Mutt. Well, I vow— lard ! Sir Charles ! I pro- test you have put me into such a quandary ! Sir Chas. I seem to frighten every one, I think. Mutt. Ah, well you may — to take to such wicked courses. Sir Chas. Plague on it, have the chambermaids got hold of it already ? I shall be balladed in a day or two, and chalked all over the town. Mutt. And Mr. Lovel, too! I am glad to see you alive, Sir, with all my heart. Lovel. And I, Madam, am extremely happy to hear you say so. — I perceive, Mrs. Flutter, that you entirely agree with the philosopher — that, " in the midst of life we are dying," Sir Ch. Perhaps she thought such a high-flown inamorato as you, would have had the consistency to drown all thoughts of your mistress's cruelty in a horse-pond. Flutt. Cruelty, indeed I poor dear lady — I'm sure I never saw any body take on so in all my life — but havVt you seen her ? ^ Lovel. Seen her ! why, what — — ?, Flutt. Lard ! Sir. — She is gone in search of you — ay ! you may stare — but as sure as I stand here — when she heard you were going to fight a duel, she went like one distracted. Lovel. Is it possible ? Sir Ch. Possible, but not probable ; the defini- tion of a miracle. — And yet we have heard of wo- men changing their minds now and then. — ■ Flutt. Ay, you may say what you will, but you'll find it true, for Mr. Fangle got a coach for her.— Lard 1 sure I hear her now. Lovel. Tis her — let me fly to — • p 3 70 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES : Sir Ou Stop, stop ; you'll spoil all. — You lovers are so thick-headed. — Here — here — no flying just now — hop into this room and leave her to me a mo- ment. — ■ When I, hem ! then fly out — coo as much as you please, and see if you can't persuade her to go to roost with you ! LoveL Well, but — Sir Ch. Shoo — -shoo — shoo. — There, in with you — (Pushes him in). — Flutter, not a word on your life. (Walks up). Enter Melissa. Mel. No where to be found ? — Flutter, give me a chair, T am ready to sink. Sir Ch. [As if talking to himself.'] No — I don't see any reason for concealing it. Met. What, Charles ! Sir Ch, She has never shewn any regard for him, and will not be greatly shock'd to hear of the fatal event. Mel. What does he say ? — Charles ! Charles ! — . What is itgfyou mean ?—-What fatal event has hap- pened ? Sir Ch. What, Melissa ? Mel. For heaven's sake speak — what do you mean ? — You seem embarrassed — -tell me the worst at once ! Sir Ch. Alas! poor Loveli (Turns away and hides his face in his handkerchief)— Egad ! I can scarce keep my countenance ! Mel. Hey !— Why is he not laughing? — I sus- pect something here ! \Aside? — Lovel ! why surely nothing has happened to him ? — Sir Ch. Don't ask me. — And yet why should I conceal it ? — Can I expect you should reel more for him now, when he is incapable of being moved by your pity— A .COMEDY, 71 Mel. How ! [Aside] — He speaks earnestly. Sir Ch. Oh ! Melissa ! if you have a heart ca- pable of being touched, it should bleed at the name of Lovel ! Mel. [Aside.] I feel excessively sick ! Sir Ch. [Aside.] Egad, I think 1 should make an excellent actor ! Mel [Aside.] Ha! my gentleman — I see you, — Is ir possible ! poor Lovel ! Well, I shall never forget him — ; he was really a remarkably well made young man, and considering how men go, sensible enough. SirCh. What! so cool! Mel. Indeed, I feel for him extremely.-— Here, Flutter, take my things and bring me a smelling- bottle. — I assure you nothing has shock'd me -so much for a long time, and I think out of respect to the poor young man's memory, I can't do less than go into mourning. Sir Ch. Oh ! curse your respect ! hang me, if I don't disclaim you. Enter Canker. *$ * , {Jan. So, Sir Rake, fine doings, I hear. — You're made free of the City of Westminster. Sir Ck. [Aside.] What the deuce shall I do with Lovel ? Can. We shall have an association formed by all married men to defend their wives against you.— You'll not be suffered to live, for if revenge spares you, your rakishness will cut you off. — Ay ! ay !~~ Young fellows now-a-days are mere flashes in the pan. — Not as they were formerly. — Look at me, scapegrace, look at me. — Will you shew such a pair of legs at my age ?— Such a robust, hearty person ? Such a strong — hem t hem ! clear voice ? such a— - F 4 72 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES: Enter Lovel. Lovel. So, at last I am free. Sir Chas. Whew ! Canker. Eh ! Melissa. Oh ! Jud ! oh, lud ! a ghost ! a ghost! Canker. A ghost, eh ? Melissa. Pray, guardy, don't go near it. It will certainly do you a mischief. — Sir Chas. Toll de roll, toll de roll — Canker. I would fain see that — really, a very fashionable ghost— drest to the life. — Sir, your most obedient — if it be not impertinent- — pray, what the devil have you to do here ? Lovel. Why, Sir, upon my word, I'm afraid — > nothing at a]l. Sir Chas. Faith, Ned, I think it too. — To say the truth, I should now be sorry to find you had — the hand of a coquette is an evil I heartily wish you free from, and I trust you have too much sense and spirit to regret its loss. Canker. So, Sir Rake, you are at the bottom of this. Lovel. Sir Charles, Sir, is my friend. Melissa. That is plain enough from the advice he has just given. Sir Chas. Come, Ned, no longer waste your thought upon thoughtlessness — shake ofFyour chains, and hang them up as a votive example to lovers- coquetry has had an ovation, let her not have a com- plete triumph, and drag you through life in lingering torment. Fly while you may. Canker. Ay, ay ! fly while you may — or, egad, I'll send for a constable immediately. Lovel. Sir, though death were before me, I would speak.— I have here set my soul, here center- A C O M E D Y. 73 ed every hope, and I cannot so easily alienate the passion! feel.— Miss Wilding, will you pardon me the presumption, but I have never seriously felt the varieties of your manner as indicating your real disposition ; — no, if you inflicted pangs, the pain sprung from my own morbid feelings, which, chafed into soreness by an impatient spirit, could not bear the least ruffle. Sir Chas. Ay ! love is a rare logician. Canker. Lookye, Mister — I'll not have any young puppy, that can collect a parcel of play speeches, come here to utter them. — Sir, this house is my own, and this lady is my ward, and cannot marry without my permission. — So, Sir, I have to beg the favor of you to walk out of my house, and I'll take care this shall be the last time you shall insult either me or my ward in it. Melissa. Stay, Sir — my happiness is not. to be sacrificed to caprice or misrepresentation — Mr. Lovel's generous ardor demands, at least, an ac- knowledgement. Canker. How now, hussey ! before my face too! — Melissa. Harkee, guardy — {whispers) — do you know one Mr. Higgins ? Canker. Eh ! eh !—• Melissa. " Hush, hush, we shall be overheard — one can't be too cautious now-a-days." — In a word, Sir, I know all — it was I who met you last night, — I can be secret if you please — you under- stand me ? Canker. Confound the jade ! Melissa. I am not ashamed, Mr. Lovel, to de- clare that I am far from being insensible to your merit, and if my good guardy would but consent-^ Canker. Well, well, throw yourself away if you please. 74 A T0UC3 AT THE TIMES : Zovel. This is magic. Sir Chas. Yes, yes 3 she has been dealing with the old gentleman ! Enter Servant. Serv. Sir, here is one Mr. Clinch, who enquires for— Enter Clinch. Clinch* Ah, Sir Charles, your most obedient very humble servant. — What Lovel ! — -my walking segar ! — Madam, I would ask ten thousand pardons, but being rather out of breath, perhaps you will excuse my. expressing them. Not being a man of landed property accounts for my want of mannas. Canker. What punning puppy is this ? Clinch, Sir, your most obsequious very humble servant. Canker. Sir, I can't say I know any thing about you. Clinch. Eh ! — sure I should know that voice ! — r what, my old friend, Mr. Higgins ! Canker. Eh'! eh! — what ?— Clinch. Ha ! ha ! " bless us, to see how things come out." — Canker. What the devil! — Zounds, Sir, what do you mean ? Clinch. Excuse me — ce one can't be too cautious now-a-days " — Ha ! ha ! Sir Charles-^-the rarest piece of fun that ever you heard.— Canker. Oh, curse the fellow ! Sir Chas. This is beyond my comprehension ! Clinch. Ay, a league beyond it. Melissa. How can he have found this out ? A COMEDY. i 3 Enter Serge, Flaw, and Mrs. Beaumont. Canker* What the devil ! Sir Clias. Heyday ! what, hoax is this ? ■ Serge. Sir, your servant — (To Canker) — Your name is Canker, J believe ? Flaw. Stop, Sir, if you please — allow me to cross-examine. We must proceed with a due regard to legal consequences. Hem ! pray, Sir, is your name Canker ? Canker. Pray, Sir, what's that to you ? Flaw. Urn! an eel ! — -that, Sir, will appear in due course. Serge. . Sir, the fact is, I am told you have been playing the fool to my niece here. Flaw. Be careful, Sir, if you please, what you admit. I have known many a cause lost for want of caution. . Canker. [Aside.] I'm undone ! Mrs. B. Yes, Sir, through you I have been foully scandalized. I weakly suffered your impro- per conduct to pass unnoticed. My folly and my silence have given a licence to a scandal, which now openly assails me — and I come now to claim from you the restitution of a character you have tended to asperse. Sir Ch. My turn next. Canker. I protest, Madam, I am so astonished at your strange address, I scarce know what -to answer. Clinch. Well, then I'll do it for you. Egad, Madam, you don't treat Mr. Higgins like one of the fair sex. You forget what passed last night. Flaw. So, so. Might I be favoured with your jiame, Sir? You seem to know something of the 76 A TOUCH AT THE TIMES : matter, and I shall be under the necessity to sub- poena you. Melissa. I believe, good folks, I am a more material witness than any of you. Canker. \Aside.~\ I'm blown, and had better get out of the way. (Slips of.) MeHss. In short, it w T as I who met Mr. Canker last night at the masquerade. Flaw. That's not the point at issue. Clinch. Heyday! Mr. Higgins, to shew he knows something of the law, has given us a sett-off. Flaw. Sir Charles Wilding, pray do you know this hand-writing. Sir Chas. Perfectly. Flaw. There, gentlemen, you hear — you hear —he deposes to his own writing. Sir Chas. Sir, I deny it. Flaw. You hear, shuffling — take particular no- tice, if you please — affirms and denies in a breath. Sir Chas. Why, you rascal, what do you friean? Flaw. Allow me to observe, Sir. you are perhaps Hot aware of the consequence of calling an attorney a rascal. — I wish to let this gentleman know that the law never suffers its members to be insulted with impunity. Sir Chas. Look'ye, Mr. Six-and -eight pence — if I am warm, my situation sanctions it. — I have lost a character almost as good as new, and which would have done very well for London wear ; but I begin to perceive how the accident happened— Flaw. Pray, Sir, what testimony do you mean to abide by ? Serge. Sir, this is an affair that concerns me nearly, and, as it would appear, you likewise. Permit me to ask, are the letters written by you or not ? ACOMEDY, 77 Sir Chas* Not — they are Canker's hand. Melissa. As I can affirm. Serge. Heaven be praised ! [Walks up with Mrs, Beaumont. Melissa. But soft — T see the clouds are break- ing, there is one to whom the sun-beam of truth would be peculiarly cheering, and she must not be absent. [Exit. Flaw. I am afraid this will turn out a bad busi- ness. Sir Charles, I begin to be satisfied of your innocence, and I am afraid there is a design against you. — Observe, I only act in this business as a pro- fessional character, and, as it now appears suspi- cious, 1 wash my hands of it. The best thing you can do, is to commence an action immediately against Mr. Beaumont for a conspiracy, and if you are not engaged, I shall feel proud in conducting the matter. j Clinch. Ha ! ha ! bravo, Mr. Latitat — no bad motion — egad, I think we are playing loo, for the knave seems the best in the house. Sir Chas. Sir, I thank you, and if I do bring the action you advise, I shall certainly employ such an able lawyer. — But, I prefer summary justice, and will settle with him in a moment. Clinch. Egad, I think you had better take a second ! But, by the bye, that puts me in mind I can shew cause against the motion, for Beaumont, I hear, has dispatched himself on an embassy to the Catabaws.— • *