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 THE 
 
 SPOILED CHILD, 
 
 A FARCE, 
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PROLOGUE, 
 
 SP'OKEN BY MRS. JORDAHV 
 
 Enters Gpetitng a Leftir^ 
 
 Dear Madam— Difappolnted by a friend— 
 " Promis'd a Protogue— at my poor wit's end— 
 
 Ruin'd— unlefs fo good— your laughing way— 
 " T' infinuate fomething for my lucklefs Play/' 
 Poor l)evil ! what vt fright he's in— but why- 
 Am I to help him— What can I fupply I 
 I'm doom'd to fpeak but juft what Authors fay 2 
 t>uU, when they're dull— and fportive when they're gay 
 Mere puppets here, obedient to their will. 
 We love or hate— are bleft or wretched- kiU'd or kill — 
 Mirth we put on, juft as we put on graices— 
 And wit— that's fent home ready with our drefles,. 
 What, tho* at night fo very fmart and charming— 
 The dulleft mortals breathing, in the morning— 
 Hence the nfcefop, 'ere he our merit ftamps. 
 Of rouge all doubtful— and thefe treach'rous lamps,' 
 Midft the loud praife, ft ill afks with cautious leeK 
 How is flie off the ft age— what is ftie near 
 
 But to my tafe— to own it tho' you're loath 
 You're all fpoilt children of a larger growth^ 
 Longing for each poor tinfel'd toy you fee. 
 
 And only con fl ant to variety • 
 
 Whilfteach, the cenfor of his own defe^ks. 
 The d^rlmg fault with gentleft hand correfls^ 
 E'en from his very failings draws a merit. 
 And dooms each error but a proof of fpirit^ 
 
iv. 
 
 look round tKe world — ■ 
 
 When we fay world — we mean not now-a.days 
 A huge globe, form'd of mountains— rivers— fea?— 
 The poIifli*d mind finks from a fcene fo wide. 
 
 We mean from Hyde Park Corner to Cheapfide 
 
 Look thro* the world— you'll find my moral true 
 In all the varied fliapes that rife to view. 
 
 But from fpoilt children of fix feet in height. 
 To the fpoilt child our ftage prefents to-night. 
 Brimful of mirth he comes— Mifs Tomboy's brother. 
 We hope you'll think they're fomething like each other. 
 To plead his caufe flie'll try a filler's (kill, 
 rd fain prevent her — but, " ecod you will.**— - 
 Perhaps (he may ftiock you, of precife prim air. 
 But Lord! what then, ftie never minds that there. 
 The Country Girl a kindred tie may claim, 
 She too is anxious for his future fame j 
 And if you'll fpare him, f wears whene'er (he's able 
 8he*ll tread on ail your toes — under the table* 
 Oft* have you deign'd their artlefs toils to cheer, 
 And crown'd with flutt'ring fmiles their labours, here 
 View then here the brother's faults, with judgment mild, 
 And fpare the rod— altho* you Sppil the Child. 
 
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pRAMATJS PERSONA: 
 
 1790. 1804. 
 
 Little Pickle^ Mrs. Jordan. Mifs De Camp» 
 
 Old Picklb^ Mr, Suett, Mr. Suefct. 
 
 Tagg, Mr. R. Palmer. Mr. Palmer. 
 
 John, Mr. Burton. Mr. Purfer. 
 
 Thomas Mr. Lyons. Mr. Evans. 
 
 Miss Pickle, Mrs. Hopkins„ Mrs. Sparks. 
 
 Maria, Mifs Heard. Mrs. Sharp. 
 
 Margery, Mrs. Booth. Mrs. Maddocks^ 
 
 Susan. Mrs. Edwards. Mifs TidfwelJ. 
 
 SCENE — Old Pickle'5 Country House. 
 TIME— That of Reprefentation. 
 
THE SPOIL'D CHILD 
 
 ACT 1. 
 
 SCENE L — A Dining Parlour.— Vicx.le and his 
 Jifter fitting by a tahk^ on which plates ate fct for 
 fii^ner—the ftjlir working: 
 
 Pickle. 
 
 IJirELL, well, fifter, a little patience and thefe 
 holidays will foon be over, the boy then goes 
 J)ack to fchool, and all will be quiet. 
 
 Mifs P. Aye, till the next breaking up — no — no, 
 brother, unlefs he is feverely paniflied for what he 
 has already done, depend upon it this vicious hu- 
 mour will be confirmed into habit, and his follies 
 increafe in proportion with his years. 
 
 Pick. Now would not any one think, to hear you 
 talk, that my fon had adually fome vice in him, for 
 
THE SPOIL'D CHILD. 
 
 my part, I own there is fomething fo whimfical in all 
 his tricks, that I cannot in my heart but forgive 
 him, aye, and for ^ught I know, love him better 
 into the bargain. 
 
 Mifs P. Yes, truly, becaufe yo« have never been 
 a fufferer by them, had you been rendered as ridi* 
 culous as r have been by his trickSy as you call them, 
 you would have been the firft to complam, and to 
 punifh. 
 
 Pick. Nay, as to that, he has not fpared even his 
 father — is there a day paflesthat I don't break my 
 ihins over fome ftumbling block he lays in my way 
 —Why there is not a door but is armed with aba- 
 fon of water on the top, and juft left a-jar, fo that 
 egad, I can't walk over my own houfe without run- 
 ning the rifk of being wet through. 
 
 Mifs P, No wonder the child's fpoilt, fince you 
 will fuperintend his education yourfelf — you ! in- 
 deed 1 
 
 Pick. Sifter, fifter, do not provoke me — at any. 
 rate I have \yit enough to conceal my ignorance, I 
 don't pretend to write verfes and nonfenfe as fo;iae 
 folks do. 
 
 Mtjs P, Now would you rail at me for the difpo- 
 fition I was born with — can I help it, if the gods 
 have made me poetical, as the divirc bard fays. 
 
 Pick, Made you poetical, indeed f — s'blood if you 
 had been born in a.ftreetnfear a college, aye, or even 
 the next door to a day-llhool, I might not have 
 been fo furpri fed — but d— n it, madam, in the 
 middle of the Minories^ what had you to do with 
 poetry andftuff? 
 
 Mifs P, Provoking ignorance. 
 
 Pick, Have you r,ot rendered yourfelf the fneer of 
 all your acquaintance, by your refined poetical in- 
 intercourfe with Mr. Tagg, the author, a fellow 
 
tHE SPOIL'D CHILD. 
 
 that (Iroles about the country, fpouting and afling 
 in every barn he comes to — was he not once found 
 concealed in your clofet, to the utter fcandal of my 
 houfe, and the ruin of your reputation I 
 
 Mifs P. If you had the fmaileft fpark of tafte, you 
 would admire the effufions of Mr. Tagg's and 
 be enchanted at his admirable ading as much as 
 I am. 
 
 Pick, Do you tell me I can't educate my own 
 child, and make a lord chancellor, or an archbifhop 
 of Canterbury of him, which ever I like — juft as I 
 pleafe. [YouiJc Pickle a /irmg draw^ the chair ^ 
 Oli) Pickle fails, 
 
 Mifs P. How's this— rii lay my life that is ano- 
 ther trick ot this little mifchievous wretch. 
 
 Pick, (getting up,) An ungrateful litde rafcal, 
 to ferve me fuch a trick, juft as I had made an 
 archbifhop of him — but he can't be far off — 
 I'll immediately correct him ; here, Thomas. 
 {going, meets Thomas and fervants bringing in covers fof 
 Mnntr.) But odfo, here's dinner—- well, I'll defer 
 my feveriiy till that's over— but if I don't make him 
 remember this trick one while, fay my name is n6t 
 Pickle, {fits dawn to talk. Pickle cutting up a phea* 
 fant,) Sifter, this is the firft pheafant we have had 
 this feafon, it looks well — fliall 1 help you — they 
 fay anger makes a man dry, but mine has made me 
 hungry — come, here's a wing for you, ai)d fome or 
 the breafl. 
 
 Enter Susan, {a Cook Maid) in hajle. 
 
 Suf, Oh, dear fir — oh, dear madam — my young 
 mafler — the parrot, ma'am— oh dear ! 
 
 B 
 
THE SPOILED CHILD. 
 
 I 
 
 Pick. Parrot, and your young mafter; what the 
 deuce does the girl mean ? 
 
 Mifs P. Mean 1 Why as fure as I live that vile 
 boy has been hurting my poor bird. 
 
 Suf, Hurting, ma'am — no indeed, ma'am ; Til 
 tell you the whole truth — I was not to blame, in- 
 deed I wasn't, ma'am, befides, I am morally cer- 
 tain 'twas the ftrange cat that kill'd it this morning. 
 
 Mils P. How! kiird ijt fay you; — but goon, 
 let us hear the whole. 
 
 Suf, Why ma'am, the truth is, I did but ftep out 
 of the kitchin for a moment, when in comes my 
 young mafter, whips the pheafant that was roafting - 
 for dinner, from the fpit, and claps down your lady- 
 fhip's parrot, picked and trufled in its place. 
 
 Pick. The parrot !— the devil 
 
 Suf, I kept bailing and bafting on, and never 
 thought I was bafting the parrot. 
 
 Mifs P. Oh, my fweet, my beautiful young l?ird, 
 I had juft taught it to talk, too. 
 
 Pick. You taught it to talk— it taught you to 
 talk, you mean, I am fure it \yas old enough, 'twas 
 hatched in the hard froft ! 
 
 Mifs P. Well, brother, what excufe now ?— but 
 run, Sufan, an.d do you hear, take John, and—— 
 
 Enter Johk, Jlowly and lame^ his face bound up. 
 
 Oh John, here's a piece of bufinefs. 
 
 John. Ay, ma'am lure enow — what you have 
 heard, I fee— bufinefs indeed— the poor thmg will 
 never recover, 
 
 Mifs P. {joyfully) What, John, is it a miftake of 
 Sufans' — is it ftill alive? — but— where— where is it, 
 John? 
 
THE SPOILED CHILD; 
 
 II 
 
 yohn. Safe in ftables, and it were as found — a* 
 inade her a hot mafii, woud'nt touch it — fo crippled 
 wili never have leg to put to ground again. 
 
 Pick. No, I'll fwear to that— for here's one of 
 them, (holding up a leg on a fork) 
 
 Mtfs P. What does the fool mean ? what— what, 
 what is in the fiable — what are you talking of? 
 
 J^ohn. Matter's favourite mare, Daify, madam^ — - 
 poor thifig 
 
 Pick, (alarmed) What — how — any thing the 
 matter with Daify ? I would not part with her 
 for- 
 
 John, Aye, fir quite done up— won't fetch five 
 pounds at the next fair. 
 
 Mifs P. This dunce's ignorance diftrafts me— 
 come along, Sufan. 
 
 [^Exemi Mijs Pickle ^ind Susan^ 
 
 Pirk. Why, what can it be what the devil ails 
 her? 
 
 Jobn, Why, fir, the long and the (hort of the 
 ^hole affair, is as how— he's cut me too all acrofs 
 the face— mercy I did not lofe my eyes. 
 
 Pick, This curled fellow will drive me mad — rthe 
 mare, you fcoundrel, the mare. 
 
 John. Yes, fir, the mare— then too, my fhins— 
 mafter Salve, the furgeori, fays I mufl *noint 'em 
 wi'— — - 
 
 Pick, Plague on your fliins — you dog— what is 
 the matter with the mare ? 
 
 john. Why, fir, as I was coming home this 
 morning over Black Down, what does I fee but 
 young maftet tearing over the turf upon Daify, thof 
 your honour had forbid him to ride her — ^fo I calls 
 to him to flop — but what does he do, but fmacks 
 his whip in my face, and dafh over the gate into 
 Stoney Lane ; but what's worfe, when I rated i\im 
 
ft 
 
 THE SPOIL'I> GHIL0. 
 
 about it, be fnatches up Tom Carter's long wfeip, 
 and lays me fo over the legs, and before I could 
 catch hold of him, he flips out of the ftable, and 
 was off like a (hot. 
 
 Pick. Well, if I forgive him this — no — I'll fend 
 him this moment back to fchool. — Schoal ! zoun(fey 
 I'll fend him to fea. 
 
 Eftter Mifs Pickle, 
 
 Mifs F, Well, brother, yonder comes your pre- 
 cious child~he*s muttering all the way up flairs to 
 himfelf, fome frefh mifchief, I fuppofe. 
 
 Pick. Aye, here he comes — ftand back — ^let us 
 watch him, though I can never contain my paffion 
 long. \they withdraw to the back of the Jlage, 
 
 Enter Little Pickle. 
 
 Little P, Well, fo far all gaes on rarely, dinner 
 ihuft be nearly ready; old Poll will tafte well, I 
 dare fay — parrot and bread fauce — ha I ha ! ha 1— 
 they fuppofe they are going to have a nice young 
 pheafant, an old parrot is a greater rarity, I'm fure 
 — I can't help thinking how devilifh tough the 
 drumfticks will be — a fine piece of work, aunt will 
 make when it's found out — ecod, for aught I know, 
 that may be better tun than the other ; no doubt 
 Sukey will tell, and John too, about the horfe — a 
 parcel of fneaking fellows, always tell, tell, tell..— 
 I only wifh I could catch them a fchool, once^ — that 
 is all — Pd pay them well for it Fd be bound. — Oh ! 
 oh ! here they are, and a^J I live, ray father and 
 aunt— it's all out I fee — to be fure Pm not got into 
 
THE ^POIL'D CHILI). 15 
 
 a fine fcrape now, I almoft wifh I was fafe at fchool 
 again, (they come forward) Oh, fir, how do you do, 
 
 fir, I was juft coming to 
 
 Pick. Come, come, no fooling now — how dare 
 you look me in the face after the mifchief you have 
 done ? 
 
 Little P, What — what have I done ? 
 
 Pick, You know the value I fet upon that mare^ 
 you have fpoilt for ever. 
 
 Little P. But, fir, hear me-— indeed I was not fo 
 much to blame, fir, not fo very much. 
 
 Mijs P. Do not aggravate your faults by pretend^ 
 ing to excufe them — ^^your father is too kind to you. 
 
 Little P, Dear, fir, 1 own I was unfortunate ^ 
 
 I had heard you often complain, how wild and vi* 
 cious little Daifey was, and indeed, fir, I never faw 
 you ride her, but I trembled lead fome fad accident 
 might befall you. 
 
 Pick. Well, and what is all this to the purpofe ? 
 
 Little P. And fo, fir, I refolved, fooner than you 
 ftiould fuffer, to venture my own neck, and fo try 
 to tame her for you ; that was all — ^and fo I was no 
 fooner mounted than off flie fet — I could not help 
 that you know, fir, and fo this misfortune happen- 
 ed, and fo, fir — but indeed, fir 
 
 Pick, Could I be fure this was your motive 
 
 and *tis purely love and regard for your old father 
 makes you thus teaze and torment him — perhaps I 
 might be inclined to ■ ■ » 
 
 John, Yes, fir, but 'tis no love 5»nd regard to me 
 made him beat me fo 
 
 Little P. John, you know you were to blame. — ^ 
 Sir, indeed the truth is, John was fcolding me for it^ 
 and when I told him as I have told you, why I did 
 it, and that it was to hinder you from being hurt^ 
 
ii THE SPOILED CHltt), 
 
 lie faid that it was no bufiiiefs of mine, and that if 
 your neck was broke it was no fuch great matter. 
 
 Pick. What—no great matter to have my neck 
 broke— 
 
 Link P. No, fir ; fd he faid, ^nd I was vex'd to 
 tear him fpeak fo of you, and I believe I might 
 take up the whip, and give him a cut of t\#o On the 
 legs — it could not hurt him much. 
 
 Pick. Well, child, I believe I muft forgive you,, 
 and fo (bail John too; aye, aye. -But 1 had for- 
 got poor Poll — what did you roaft the parrot for^ 
 you young dog ? 
 
 Little F. Why, flf, I knew you and my aunt 
 were both fo fond of it, 1 thought you would like to 
 fee it well drefs*d. 
 
 Pick. Hal— hal-^ha!--^^" — ^ 
 
 Little P. But dear aunt, I know you mull be 
 angry with me. and you think with reafon 
 
 Mifs P. Don*t fpeak to me, I am not fo weak as 
 your father, whatever you may fancy. 
 
 Little P. But indeed, aunt, you muft hear me, 
 had I not loved you as I do, I fhould not have thus 
 offended you, but it was merely my regard for your 
 €hara5ler. 
 
 John. Charadler!— l_E$tit ^Vickl^ kicks him off. 
 
 Little P. My deat aunt, I always heard that no 
 lady's keep parrots or lap-dogs, 'till they can no 
 longer keep lovers — and when at fehool, I told *em. 
 you had a parrot, the boys all faid, then you muft 
 be a foolifli old maid. 
 
 Mifs P. Indeed! — impudent young wretches. 
 
 Little P. Yes, aunt, and fo I refolved you ftiould 
 no longer be thought fo— for I think you are a" 
 great deal too young, and too handfome for an old 
 maid. ( taking her hand) 
 
THE SPOILED CHILD. 
 
 Pick. Come, fifter, i'faith you mufl: forgive him, 
 
 female heart can withftand that. 
 
 Mi/s P, Brother, you know I can forgive where I 
 fee occafion ; but though thefc faults are thus ex- 
 .€4jfed, how will you anfwer to a charge of fcandal 
 .and ill-nature. 
 
 J^ittle P, Ill-nature, madam — I'm fure nobody 
 can accufe me of that. 
 
 Mtfs How will you juftify the report you 
 fpread, of my being locked up in my clofet with Mr, 
 Tagg, the author — can you defend fo vile an at- 
 i;«mpt to injure my reputation ? 
 
 Fid. Wh^it, that too, 1 fuppofe, was from your 
 C^.re of her character — and fo to hinder your aunt 
 from being an old maid, you locked her up in 
 Jier clofet with this author, as he is called. 
 
 Little P, Nay, indeed, dear madam, I befeeck 
 you — 'twas no fuch thing, all I faid was, you were 
 amuling yourfelf in your clofet with a favourite au- 
 thor. 
 
 Mi/s P^ I amufe myfelf in my clofet with a fa- 
 vourite author ! worfe and worfe. 
 
 Pic^. Sifter have patience — hear 
 
 Mifs P. I amafliamed to fee you fupport your boy 
 in fuch infolence — I, indeed ! who am fcrupulous to 
 a. fault ; but no longer will I remain fubjed to fuch 
 impertinence, I quit your houfe, fir, and you fliall 
 quit all claim to my fortune — this moment will 
 I alter my will, and leave my money to a ftranger, 
 fooner than to your family. £ExiU 
 
 Pick. Her money to a (Iranger, leave her money 
 toaftrangerl Oh! the three per-cent. confols— 
 oh, the India (lock — go, child — fly, throw yourfelf 
 
 at your aunt's feet— fay any thing to pleafe her 
 
 I (hall run diftraded. — Ohi thofe confo/s — 
 
i6 THE SPOIUD CHILD, 
 
 Little P. I am gone, fir — (hall I fay (he may die 
 as foon as (he pleafes, but (he muft not give her mo-» 
 nej to a ftranger. 
 
 Pick. Aye, aye, there's a good boy, fay any thing 
 to pleafe her, that will do very well— fay fhe may 
 die as foon as (he pleafes, but Ihe muft not leave 
 her money to a ftranger {Exit Little P.) Sure 
 never man was fo tormented — well, I thought when 
 my poor dear wife, Mrs, Pickle died, and left me a 
 difconfolate widower, I ftood fome chance of being 
 a happy man, but I know not how it is, I could 
 bear the vexation of my wife's bad temper better 
 than this woman's. All my married friends were as 
 miferable asmyfelf — ^but now — faith here (becomes, 
 and in a fine humour, no doubt. 
 
 Enter Mifs Pickle. 
 
 Mifs, P, Brother, I have given direftidns for my 
 immediate departure, and am now come to tell you, 
 1 will perfift in my defign, ^uniefs you this moment 
 adopt the fcheme I yefterday propofed for my ne- 
 phew's amendment. 
 
 Pick. Why, my dear fifter you know there is 
 nothing I would not readily do to fatisfy and ap- 
 peafe you, but to abandort my only child, to pre- 
 tend that he is not mine—to receive a beggar brat 
 into my arms — impOiTible 
 
 Mifs P. (going) Very well, fir, then I am gone, 
 
 Puk, But lifter, ftop — was ever man fo ufed — 
 iiow long is this fcheme of yours to laft? how long 
 am I to be deprived of him ? 
 
 Mifs P. How long ! why until he is brought duly 
 to refled upon his bad behaviour, which nothing 
 will induce him to do, fo foon as thinking him- 
 
THE SPOIL'D CHILD, 
 
 felf no longer your fon, but the child of poor parents 
 —I yefterday fpoke to Margaret, his old nurfe, and 
 flie fully comprehends the whole affair. 
 
 Pick. But why, in addition to the quitting my 
 own child, am I to have the torment of receiving 
 hers ? won't the fending him away be fufficient? 
 
 Mi/s P. Unlefs the plot is managed my way, 1 
 will have nothing to do with it, but begone — can't 
 you perceive that his diftrefs at lofing his fituation, 
 will be augmented by feeing it pofleffed by another 
 — come, come, brother, a week's purgatory will re- 
 form him, depend upon it. 
 
 PicL Why, to be fure, as you fay — 'twill reform 
 ' him, and as we (hall have our eyes upon him ai{ the 
 while, and Margaret his own nurfe^ — 
 
 Mifs P. You may be fure (he will take care of 
 him — well, fince this is fettled, the fooner 'tis done 
 the better — Thomas 
 
 Enter Thomas. 
 
 Send your young mafter. 
 
 Pick, I fee you are finally refolved, and no other 
 way will content you. — Well, heaven protefl my 
 poor child. 
 
 Mifs P. Brother, you are fo blinded by your 
 foolifii fondnefs, that you ceafe to perceive what is 
 for his benefit — 'tis happy for you, there is a perfon 
 to diredt you, of my fuperior difcernment. 
 
 Enter Little Pickle. 
 
 Little P. Did you fend for me, aunt ? 
 Pick. Child, come hither, I have a great fecrefc 
 
 C 
 
if 
 
 THE SPOIL'D CHILD. 
 
 to difclofe to you, at which you will be mucU 
 furprifed. 
 
 Little ?. A fecret, fir ! 
 
 Mifs P. Ye3, and one th^t requires your utmpft 
 courage to hear— you are no longer to confider that 
 perfon as your father, he is not fo— Margaret, who 
 nuried you, has confeffed, and the tfiing is fulfici- 
 ently proved, that you are not hk fon, but hers — 
 ihe exchanged you when an infant for my real ne- 
 phew, and her confcienee has at laft compelled her 
 to make the difcovery. 
 
 Littie P. / another perfon's child ! — impoffible!— 
 ah! you are only joking with me now, to fee whe- 
 ther I love you or not, but indeed (to Pickle.) I 
 am yours — my heart tells me I am only only yours, 
 
 PicL I am afraid you deceive yourfelf — there 
 can be no doubt of the truth of Margaret's account; 
 but ftill affure yourfelf of our protedion — but np 
 longer can you remain in this houfe, I muftnot do 
 an injury to my own child — you belong to others— 
 to them you muft now go. 
 
 Liitle F, Yet, fir, for an inftant hear me — ^pity 
 me — ah too fure I know (to Old Pickle^I I am not 
 your child— or would that diftrefs which now draws 
 tears pi pity from a ftrapger, fail to move nature in 
 
 Miss P, Comfort yourfelf, we muft ever confide^ 
 you with compaflion and regard — but now you muft 
 begone— Margaret is waiting without to receive you. 
 
 .SONG 
 
THE SPOILED CHILD, 
 
 SONG — Little Pickle, 
 
 Tune— fuis Under. 
 
 Since then Fm doom'd, this fad reverfe to proves 
 To quit each objed of my infant care ; 
 
 i'orn from an honoured parent's tender love. 
 
 And driven the keeneft ftorms of fate to bear. 
 
 Ah ! but forgive me, pitied let me part. 
 
 Your frowns, too fure, wouM break my finking hearts 
 
 11. 
 
 Where e'er I go, what e'er ttif lowly ftate. 
 Yet grateful mem'ry liill fhall linger here^ 
 
 Arid perhaps when mufing o'er my cruel fate. 
 You mil may greet me with a tender tear. 
 
 Ah \ then forgive me, pitied let me part. 
 
 Tour ffownb too fufe would break my finking heart. 
 
 £K2> OF TU£ J^IRfT ACi* 
 
 ACT 
 
«• THE SPOILED CHILD: 
 
 ACT IL 
 
 SCENE— ^ Parlour. 
 
 Enter Mifs Pickle and Margery. 
 
 Mar. AND fo I was telling your ladyfliip, poor 
 little matter does fo take it to keart, and fo weep 
 and wail, it almoft makes me cry to hear him. 
 
 Miss P. Well, well, lince he begins already to re- 
 pent, his punifhment (hall be but (hort ; have you 
 brought your boy with you ? 
 
 Mar, Aye, have I — poor Tommy, he came from 
 a-board a ihip but now, and is fo grown, and alter- 
 ed — fure enough he believes every word I have told 
 him, as your honour ordered me, and I warrant, is 
 fo Iheepifh and Oiamefaced— but here comes my 
 tnafter — he has heard it all already 
 
 Enter Pickle. 
 
 But, my lady— fliall I fetch my poor Tommy to 
 you, he's waiting without. 
 
 Pick. What, that ill-looking young rafcal in the 
 hall? — he with the jacket and trowfers. 
 
 Mar. Ay, your honour !— what, then, you have 
 fecn him. 
 
 V 
 
THB SFOIL'D CE^ILD. 
 
 Pick. Seen him i— ay, and felt him too. — Th& 
 booby met me bolt at the corner, run his curfed - 
 carotty poll full in my face, and has loofened half 
 the teeth in my head, I believe. 
 
 Mar. Poor lad ! he^s a failor, and but aukward 
 as yet, and fo (hy I warrant — but will your honour 
 be kind to him. 
 
 Pick. Kind to him ? Why, I am to pafs for 
 father — am not I ? 
 
 Mar, Aye, I wiili your honour had been poor 
 Tommy's father — but no fuch luck for me, as I faj 
 to my hulband. 
 
 Pick. Indeed! — Yourhufband muft be very mucii 
 obliged to you, and fo am I. 
 
 Mar. But do your honour fee my poor Tommy, 
 once drefled in his fine f mart clothes—— 
 
 Pick. Damme ! I don't half like that Tommy* 
 
 Miss P. Yes, yes, you (hall — but now go and 
 fetch him here to us ; I flhould like much to fee 
 him. 
 
 Mar. (goin£) Do you now, madam, fpeak kindly 
 to him — for poor boy, he's quite dafh'd. 
 
 Pick. Yes, and he has dafli'd fome of my teetli 
 out — plague on him. 
 
 Miss P. Now, Mr. Pickle^ I inlift upon your ob^ 
 ferving a proper decorum and behaviour towards this 
 poor lad ; obferve the condig fee n lion of my deport- 
 ment- — methings I feel a ftrange inclination already 
 in his favour, perhaps I may advance him bye and 
 bye, to be my page^ — ftiall I brother ? — Oh, here he 
 comes — and I declare, as prepoffefTing a countenance 
 as ever I beheld. 
 
THE SPOIL'D CHILD, 
 
 Enier Margery and Little Pickle a% asaitor hojti 
 
 Come hither child, was ever there fuch an engaging 
 air ? 
 
 Mar, Go Tommy, do you are bid, there's a 
 good boy — tbank his honour for his goodnefs to you. 
 
 Little P, Be you the old fellow that's juft come 
 to be my father ? 
 
 Pick* (aside) Old fellow! he's devilifh dafhred ta 
 be fure — yes, I am the old fellow, as you call it — 
 will you be a good boy ? 
 
 Little P. Ay, but what will you gi' me ? — muft I 
 be good for nothing ? 
 
 Pick, (mimicking) Good for nothing ! nay, that 
 ril fwear you are already. Well, and how long 
 have you been come from fea ? eh, how do you like 
 a failor's life ? 
 
 Little Pickle, Sings. 
 (NO SYMPHONYO—TuNE, Malten Oyfim. 
 
 I am a brilk and fprightly lad. 
 
 But juft come home from fea. Sir \ 
 Of all the lives I ever led, 
 A failor's life for me, Sir, 
 
 Yeo, yeo, yeo — ^Yeo, yeo, yeo. 
 Whilft the boatfwain pipes all hands. 
 With a yeo, yeo, yeo. Sir, 
 
 II. 
 
 What girl but loves the merry tar ? 
 
 We o'er the ocean roam. Sir, 
 In every clime we find a port. 
 
 In every port a home, Sir. 
 Yeo, yeo, yeo— &€• 
 
THE SPOILED CHILD, ^ 
 
 in. 
 
 But, wlien Qur Country's foes are nigli. 
 
 Each haftens to his gun, Sir, 
 p^e make the boafting Frenchmen fly^ 
 
 i^nd Ijang the haughty Don, Sir. 
 Yep, yeo, yeo-*.&c. &c, 
 
 IV. 
 
 P^r foes fubdued, once more on fhore. 
 
 We fpend our cafti with glee, Sir, 
 And when all's gone, we drown our care. 
 And out again to fea, Sir, 
 
 Yeo, yeo, yeo— Yeo, yeo, yeo« 
 And when all's gone, again to fea. 
 With a yeo, yeo, yeo, Sir« 
 
 Pui, So this is the way I am to be entertained in 
 foture, with forecaftle jokes, and tarpauling longs. 
 
 Miss P. Brother, do not fpeak fo harfhly to the 
 poor lad, he's among ftrangers, and wants encou- 
 ragement — come to me, my pretty boy, Til be your 
 friend 
 
 Little P. Friend ! oh, what, you're my grand- 
 piother— father, muft not I call her granne ? 
 
 Pick. What, he wants encouragement, fiftcr — ' 
 yes, poor foul, he's among ftrangers — he's found 
 out one relation, however, (ifter — this boy's aflu- 
 pnce diverts me — I like him [ajide.) 
 
 Little P. Granne's mortiih crofs and frumpifli — la 
 father, what makes your mother, there, look fo 
 plaguy foul-weather'd. 
 
 Miss p. Mother, indeed. 
 
 Pick. Oh, nothing at all, my dear, (he's the bed 
 Jiumoured pcrfon in the world — ^go throw yourfelf at 
 
H 
 
 THE SPOIL'!> CHILD. 
 
 h&c feet, and afk her for her blefling — perhaps fhc 
 may gi' you fomething. 
 
 LMe P. A blelEng ! I fha'n't be much richer for 
 that neither — perhaps fhe may give me half a crownj 
 I'll throw myfelf at her feet, and afk her for a 
 guinea — fknee/s^~DQa,r granne, give me your pic- 
 ture {catches hold of it* ) 
 
 Miss P. Stand off, wretch, am I to be robbed, as 
 well as infulted ? 
 
 Mar. Fie, child, learn to behave yourfelf better. 
 
 Little P. Behave myfelf— learn you to behave 
 yourfelf, 1 fhouldnot have thought oi you indeed — 
 get you gone — what do you here ? {beats her out.) 
 
 [and Exit. 
 
 Pick, Well, fifler, this plan of yours fucceeds I 
 6ope to your fatisfadion —he'll make a mighty 
 pretty page, fifter — what an engaging air, he has 
 fifter ; this is fome revenge for her treatment of my 
 poor boy [afide). 
 
 Miss P. I perceive this to be all a contrivance, 
 and the boy is taught to iniult me thus — you may 
 repent of this unparalleried treatment of unproteQ;- 
 cd innocence. \^Exit, 
 
 Pick. W bat, fhe means her lover, the player-man, 
 I fuppofe, but ril watch her, and her confols too; 
 and if I catch him again in my houfe, it ihall be his 
 lafl appearance this feafon ; I can tell him that, and 
 the next part he plays, fhall be Captain Macheath 
 in the prifon fcene, egad, [^ExiL 
 
 Enter hiTTLE Picki^e, alone. 
 
 Eittk P. There they go, ha ! ha ! ha ! my fchcme 
 has gone on rarely, rather belter than theirs, I think. 
 = — BleiTing on the old nurfe for conlenting to it— 
 
THE SPOILED CHILD. 
 
 25 
 
 Fll teach *em to turn people out of doors — Jet me, fee, 
 what trick fliall I play 'em now — fuppofe I fet the 
 houfe on fire — no — no — 'tis too foon for that as yet 
 —that will do very well bye and bye — let me confi* 
 d^r — I wifli I could fee my fitter, 1*11 difcover myfelf 
 to her, and then we might contrive fomething toge- 
 ther nicely — that ftaircafe leads to her room, I'll try 
 and call her (goes to the door and liflem) there's nobody 
 in the way !— Hift ! hift ! — Maria — Maria — fhe 
 hears me, (he's coming this way — rf^rms and hides 
 himself,) 
 
 Enter Maria. 
 
 Maria, Sure fomebody called me (hoks around) 
 No, there's nobody here — heigho — I've almoft 
 cryed myfelf blind about my poor brother, for fo I 
 fhall always call him, ay, and love him too — (goin^). 
 
 Little P, {running forward) Maria ! — fifter! — flop 
 an inflant. 
 
 Maria* My brother ! — Charles — impoffible- 
 Liitle P. 'Tis e'en fo, and faith 'twas all a trick 
 about the nurfe and child ; I coax'd the old wom;in 
 to confefs the whole to me — you can't contrive to 
 kill yourfelf for the tofs of me, can you ?-~that 
 would have a fine efFed — is there nothing I can 
 think of ? — Suppofe you pretend to fall in love with 
 me, and we run away together. 
 
 Maria* That will do admirably — depend upon my 
 playing my part with a good will, for I owe fome re- 
 venge for their treatment of you, befides, you know 
 I can refufe you nothing. 
 
 D 
 
26 
 
 THE SPOILED CHILD, 
 
 Enter OldPickle, behind^ 
 
 Little P. Thank you a thoufand times, my deareft 
 Maria, thus then we'll contrive it. [seeing Pickle 
 coming behind, they pretend to whisper.) 
 
 Old p. What 1 how's this !— Dear Maria, and 
 111 refufe you nothing."— Death and the devil, my 
 daughter has fallen in love with that young fcoundrel 
 and his yeo, yeo, yeo — fhe too, (he embraces him— 
 {comes Jor'ward)--rm\ghiy well, young madam-^'tis 
 mighty well, but come, you (hall be locked up im- 
 mediately, and you yoyng rafcal, be whipt out 
 of the houfe. 
 
 Little P, YoU'will not be fo hard hearted, fure— 
 we will not part — here is my anchor fixed — here 
 am I moor'd for ever. — {Old Pickle takes hold of her, 
 and endeavours to take her awayy /he rejijls^ and Little 
 Pickle detains her by the hand, ) 
 
 Maria, {romantically) No— we'll never part — 'Oh, 
 icruel, cruel fate. 
 
 Old P, He's infe6led her with his affurancc 
 already.— What, you young minx, do you own you 
 Jove him ? 
 
 Mariaf Love him ! Sir, I adore him, and in fpite 
 of your utmoft oppofition, ever, ever (ball. 
 
 Old P, Oh, ruined ! undone — what ^ wretched 
 old man I am — but, Maria, child— 
 
 Maria. Think not to diffuade me, fir— vain at- 
 tempt — no, fir, my affedions are fixed never to be 
 j:ecaiied. 
 
 Old P. Oh dear, what (hall I do ? what will be- 
 come of me ? Oh, a plague on niy plots— I've loft 
 my daughter, and for ought J know, my fon too-^ 
 why child, he's a poor beggar, he's not worth a fix? 
 pence. 
 
THE SPOILT) CHILD, . ij 
 
 ^ Maria. My foul abhors fo low a thought — I def- 
 pife wealth — know, fir, I cherifh nobler fentimcnts. 
 
 The generous youth (hall own, 
 I love him for himfelf alone. 
 
 Old P. What, poetry too— nay then, it is time to 
 prevent further mifchief — go to your room— a good 
 key (hall affure your fafety, and this young rafcal 
 fhall go back to fea, and his yeo, yeo, yco, if he 
 will. 
 
 Maria, (going) I obey your harlh commands, fir, 
 and am gone— but, alas ! I leave my heart behind. 
 
 [Ex if Maria. 
 
 Old P. Now, fir, for you — don't look fo auda^ 
 cious, firrah— don't fancy you belong to me— I 
 utterly difclaim you 
 
 Little P. (laughing) But that is too late now, old 
 gentleman, you have publickly faid I was your ion, 
 and d— n me, I'll make you ftand to it, fir, 
 (threaining.) 
 
 Old P. The devil— here is an affair ! — John, 
 Thomas, William; 
 
 Enter Servants. 
 
 Take that fellow, and turn him out of doors imme* 
 diatcly — take him, I fay^ — 
 
 Servants, Fellow 1 who, fir ? 
 
 Old P, Who ! why zounds, him there ; don't 
 you fee him ? 
 
 John. What, my new young mafter — No, fir, 
 I've turned out one already, V\\ turn out no more. 
 
 Old P. He*s not your young mafter— he*s no fon 
 of mine — away with him, I fay. 
 
28 
 
 THE SPOILED CHILD. 
 
 Suf. No, fir, we know our young mafter too well 
 for all that ; why he*s as like your honour as one 
 pea is like another. 
 
 John. Ay, heaven blefs him, and may he fhortly 
 fucceed your honour in your eftate and fortune. 
 
 Old P, (in a pajfion, walking up and down) Rogues ! 
 villains! I am abu fed, robbed — (turns them out) 
 there's a confpiracy againft me, and this little pirate 
 is at the head of the gang. 
 
 Enter Servant, with a Letter, 
 
 Odfo, but here's a letter from my poor boy, I fee 
 — this is a comfort, indeed. Well, I'll fend for him 
 home now without delay, (reads) Honoured fir, 
 I heartily repent of having fo far abufed your good- 
 nefs, whilft I was bleft with your protedion, but as 
 I fear no penitence will ever reftore me to your fa- 
 vour, I have refolved to put it out of my power 
 again to offend you, by inftantly bidding adieu to 
 my country for ever.'* Here, John, run, go di- 
 redlly to Margery's and fetch home my fon, and— • 
 
 Littk P. (interrupting him) You may fave yourfelf 
 the trouble, 'tis too late, you'll never bring him too 
 now, make as many fignals, or fire as many guns as 
 you pleafe. 
 
 Old P. What do you mean ? 
 
 Little P, Mean, why he and I have changed 
 births you know. 
 
 Old P. Changed births ! 
 
 Little P, Ay, I'm got into his hammock, and he's 
 got into mine, that's all ; he's lome leagues off at 
 lea, by this time, for the tide ferves, and the wind 
 is fair s Botany Bay's the word, my boys. 
 
THE SPOILED CHILD. 
 
 29 
 
 Old P. Botany Bay ! well, I'll inftantly fee if *tk 
 true, why, IMl come back, juft to blow your brains 
 out, and lo be either hang'd or fent to Botany Bay 
 after him. \^Exeunt^ different w.ays 
 
 SCENE— -rf Garden— S^at in a Bower, much 
 Jhaded with Trees. 
 
 ' Enter Miss Pickle. 
 
 This is the hour of my appointment with Mr, 
 Tagg, and my brother's abfence is favourable in- 
 deed^ — well, after fuch treatment, can he be furprifed 
 if I throw myfeif into the arms of fo paffionate an 
 admirer ; my fluttering heart tells me this is an im- 
 portant criiis in my happinefs — how much thefe 
 vile men have to anfwer for in thus bewitching us 
 filly girls. 
 
 Tagg repeats behind the Scenes^ 
 
 The heavy hours are aim oft paft 
 That part my love and jne. 
 
 Enters^ 
 
 My longing eyes may hope at laft. 
 Their only joy to fee. 
 
 Thus moft charming of her fex, do I proftrate my- 
 feif before the fhrine of your beauty, {kneels) 
 
 Mi/s P, Mr. Tagg, 1 fear I never can be yours. 
 
 Tagg. Adorable, lovely, the moft beautified 
 Ophelia, 
 
 Mifs P. Indeed Mr Tagg, you make me bluflb 
 with your compliments. 
 
THE SPOIL»0 CHILIS. 
 
 Tagg, Compliments ! oh ! call not by that hacfc- 
 , nied term the voice of truth — lovely nymph, ah ! 
 deign to hear me, V\\ teach you what k is to love. 
 
 Mifs P. Love — dear Mr. Tagg. — ^oh ! moderate 
 your tranfports — be advifed, think n^o more of this 
 fatal paffion. 
 
 ^agg. Think no more of it ^ 
 
 Can love be controlIM by advice; 
 Will Cupid our mother's obey. 
 
 Oh then confent my angel to join our hearts in one^ 
 or give me my death in a bumper. 
 
 Mhs P. {qfide} Can I refufe any thing to fuch a 
 lover ? — but were I, my dear friend to confent to our 
 tender union, how could we contrive to efcape, my 
 brother^s vigilance would overtake us and you might 
 have reafon to repent of his anger. 
 
 T agg. Ob, he's a Goth, a mere Vandyke, my lovce 
 
 But fear makes the danger feem double. 
 Say Hymen what mifchiefs can trouble. 
 
 I have contrived the plot and every fcene of the 
 elopement, but in this (hady bieft retreat will I un- 
 fold it all — lets fit down like Jeffica and the fair 
 Lorenzo here. 
 
 Would you tafte the noon tide air. 
 To yon fragrant bower repair. 
 
 [They fit in the hower. 
 
 Since mufick is the food of love, we'll to the Night- 
 ingale's complaining notes, tune our diftreffes and 
 accord our woes. 
 
 While Tagg is finging in Burlesque, Little Pickle 
 ^eals round the Stage and gets behind the Bower ^and sews 
 
THE SPOIL'D CHILD. 
 
 iheir \loaths together^ and then goes out behind mper* 
 reived by them. 
 
 Miss P, Oh\ I could liden thus for ever to the 
 united cbarms of love and harmony — but how are 
 we to plan our efcape. 
 
 Tagg lii a. mean and low attire, muffled up ill a 
 great cloak and difguifed with a large hat, will I 
 await you in this happy fpot — but why my foul — 
 why not this inftant fly — this moment will I feize 
 
 my tender bit of lamb— d m me, there I had 
 
 her as dead as mutton, {ajide) 
 
 Miss P, No, I am not yet equipped for an elope- 
 ment, and what is of more conlequence ftill, I 
 have got with me a caflcet of jewels I have prepared, 
 gather too valuable to leave behind, 
 
 74?^^. That is of fome confequence, indeed, to me. 
 
 My diamond my pearl. 
 Then be a good girl 
 Until I come to you again. 
 
 Miss Come back again in the difguife immedi- 
 ately, and if fortune favours faithful lovers* vows, I 
 will contrive to flip out to you. 
 
 Tagg. Difpofe of me, lovely creature, as you 
 pleafe, but don't forget the caflcet. 
 
 Little Pickle runs in, 
 Granne ! granne ! 
 
 Miss P. What rude interruption is this ? 
 Little F. Nothing at all — only father is coming, 
 that's all. 
 
 "T^gg' The devil he is — what a cataftrophe ! 
 
 \botb rise^ 
 
31 THE SPOIL'D CHILD. 
 
 Miss P. One laft adieu, f embracing) Think yon 
 we (hall ever meet again ! f they find them selvei fajlened 
 together 9 andflruggle) 
 
 Tagg. D m me ! if I think we fhall ever 
 
 part. 
 
 Miss p. {tenderly) Don't detain me, won't you let 
 mt go ? 
 
 Taggl Zounds I wifh you were gonei (they jlrng* 
 gk, and at laft get free, and run off different ways,) 
 
 Enter Old Pickle.- 
 
 Pick. Well, all's not fo bad as I feared — he is 
 not yet gone to fea, and Margery affures me I (hall 
 fee him e'er long, quite another thing from what he 
 was — but now let me look after my lifter — though 
 fhe made me play the fool, 1*11 take care to prevent 
 
 her — I muft not give up the confols to but odfo, 
 
 I have not yetfeen my daughter, I'll to her firft, leaft 
 young yeo, yeo, yeo, fliould get her Ihip't off — 
 and when I have fecured fifteen, I'll look after fifty 
 — but who's coming here ? I'll conceal myfelf and 
 watch. 
 
 Enter Miss Pickle, -with cajket^ 
 
 Mifs P* (pqffng over to the bower) Mr. Tagg, Mr. 
 Tagg — I jiopc he is returned — how I tremble — kind 
 Cupid, guide your votary's feeble fteps — Oh, my 
 dear Mr. Tagg, take the calket, and let us make ^ 
 liafte, that we may efcape before my brother comes. 
 \caiches hold o/* Little Pickle, loho is behind the 
 hower^ disguised as Tagg. Little Pickle kiffmg 
 her hand . T hey run towards Old Pickle, who comes 
 forward and flops ihem.J 
 
THE SPOTUD CHIL0. 
 
 33 
 
 Pick. Your moft obedient humble fervant, ma- 
 mam — well faid fifty^ egad — fir, your moft obfe- 
 quious, Mr* Alexander, Mr. Romeo — John — Wil- 
 liam — Thomas, (calling the servants) you (han't 
 want attendants mighty prince, but mayhap you had 
 rather fleep in a caftle, great hero, we have a con- 
 venient goal clofe by— where you'll be very fafe, 
 moft illuftrious chief. 
 
 Miss P. Heavens ! a Jail ! poor dear Mr. Tagg, 
 a vidim to his love for me — oh, let us implore his 
 forgivenefs — intreat him to releafe you. {to Tagg,) 
 
 Lijle P, {kneels and throws off his disguise as Tagg, 
 and appears in his own hair, though Jiill in the sailor s 
 dress) Thus let me implore for pardon, and believes 
 that a repentance fo fincere as mine, will never fuf- 
 fer my heart again to Wander from it's duty towards 
 him. 
 
 Pick. What's this ? my fon {embracing Little 
 Pickle) Odds my heart, I'm glad to fee him once 
 more — Oh you dear little fellow ! — but you wicked 
 fcoundrel, how did you dare play me fuch tricks ? 
 
 Little P. Tricks ! Oh, fir, recoiled you have 
 kindly pardon'd them already ; and now you muft 
 intercede for me with with my aunt, that I may 
 have her forgivenefs too, for preventing her from 
 eloping as fhe defigned with her tender fwain Mr. 
 Tagg. 
 
 Pick. Mr. Tagg, odf^), then the confols were fink- 
 ing apace, but you have raifed them once more. 
 
 Little P. And do you then, indeed, fir; fmceiely 
 forgive me, and forget all my follies ? 
 
 Pick* Forget 'em, ah ! had you vex'd me as much 
 again, I ftiould be more than repaid by the happi- 
 nefs of this moment. 
 
 Little P. Kind, fir, my joy is then complete, and 
 I will nevermore offend. [comes forwards 
 
 E 
 
THE SPOID'D CHILD, 
 
 FINALE and Chorus. — Little Pickle. 
 
 Dear fir, once more receive me, 
 
 And take me to your arms, 
 Nor drive me forth to wander 
 
 Expos*d to rude alarms, 
 
 ^duty, love, obedience. 
 
 This penitence refufe. 
 Then ne*er adopt anothei child. 
 
 For alone -J^'^^yonrs. 
 
 Chorus — My duty, love, &c# 
 
 II. 
 
 V^"^^ completed, 
 
 WouM but each gen'rous heart. 
 With partial favour fmiling. 
 
 Applaud the artlefs jeft. 
 The objedl of thefe childiQi pranks, 
 
 Was barely to amufe 'em. 
 Then cenfure not a fchool-boy's faults. 
 
 But laugh atj and excufe 'em. 
 
 Chorus— The ohjedl of my dutyi lo^ve^ 
 
 FINIS. 
 
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