Page images
PDF
EPUB

Land. I tell you, madam, it will do you good ; I think I know by this time what's good for the north road. It's a raw night, madam.-Sir

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

Land. That shall be done. Wha, Solomon ! are you all dead there? Wha, Solomon, I say.

[Exit bawling Oliv. Well; I dread, left an expedition begun in fear, should end in repentance. -Every moment we stay increases our danger, and adds to my apprehensions.

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

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

Leont. Why, let him, when we are out of his power. But, believe me,

have no great reason to dread his resentment. His repining temper, as it does no manner of injury to himself, so will it never do harm to others. He only frets to keep himself employed, and scolds for his private amusement.

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

CROAKER, discovering bimself. How does he look now? How does he look now? liv, Ah!

[ocr errors]

Olivia, you

Leont. Undone!

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

you
before

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

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

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

Leont. Honeywood without! Then, fir, it was Mr. Honeywood that directed you hither.

Croak. No, fir, it was Mr. Honeywood conducted me hither. Leont. Is it poflible ?

Croak. Possible! Why, he's in the house now, fir; more anxious about me, than my own son, fir.

Leont. Then, fir, he's a villain. Croak. How, firrah! a villain, because he takes most your

father? I'll not bear it. I tell you I'll not bear it. Honeywood is a friend to the family, and I'll have him treated as such.

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

Croak. Ah, rogue, if you knew how earnestly he entered into my griefs, and pointed out the means to dete them, you would love him as I do. (A cry without,

care of

M

stop him.) Fire and fury ! they have seized the incendiary ; they have the villain, the incendiaty in view. Stop him, top an incendiary, a murderer ; stop him. (Exit.

Oliv. Oh, my terrors ! What can this new tumult mean?

Leont. Some new mark, I suppose, of Mr. Honeya wood's fincerity. But we shall have satisfaction; he fhall give me inftant fatisfaction.

Oliv. It must not be, my Leontine, if you value my esteem or my happiness. Whatever be our fate, let us not add guilt to our misfortunes- Consider that our innocence will fhortly be all we have left us. You muft forgive him.

Leont. Forgive him! has he not in every instance betrayed'us ? Forced me to borrow money from him, which appears a mere trick to delay us ; promife to keep my father engaged till we were out of danger, and here brought him to the very scene of our escape ?

Oliv. Don't be precipitate. We may yet be miltaken.

[ocr errors]

Enter PostBoy, dragging in JARVIS ; HONEYWOOD

entéring soon after.

(

Poft. Ay, master, we have him fast enough. Here is the incendiary dog. I'm entitled to the reward; M take my oath I saw him ask for the money at the bar, and then run for it.

Honey. Come, bring him along. Let us see him. Let him learn to blush for his crimes. (Discovering his mifzake.) Death! what's here! Jarvis, Leontine, Olivia! What can all this mean?

Jar. Why, I'll tell you what it means ; that I was an
old fool, and that you are my master that's all.
Honey. Confusion !
Leons. Yes, fir, I find you have kept your word with

After such baseness, I wonder how you can venture to see the man you have injured.

Honey. My dear Leontine, by my life, my honour

Leon. Peace, peace, for shame ; and do not continue to aggravate baseness by hypocrify. I know you, fir, I

me.

know you.

[ocr errors]

Honey. Why, won't you hear me ! By all that's just, I knew not

Leont. Hear you, fir ! to what purpofe? I now fee through all your low arts; your ever complying with every opinion ; your never refusing any requeft; your friendship as common as a proftitute's favours, and as fallacious; all thefe, sir, have long been contemptible to the world, and are now perfe&tly so to me. Honey. Ha ! contemptible to the world! that reaches

[Afide. Leont. All the seeming sincerity of your professions, I

now find, were only allurements to betray; and all your feeming regret for their consequences, only calculated to cover the cowardice of your heart. Draw, villain !

me.

Enter CROAK ER, out of breath.

Croak. Where is the villain ? Where is the incendiary? (Seizing the posboy.) Hold him fast,

he has the gallows in his face. Come, you dog, confess; confefs all, and hang yourself.

the dog;

Pof. Zounds ! master, what do you throttle ine for ?

CROAKER, beating him. Dog, do you relist; do you refift?

Pojt. Zounds ! master, I'm not he ; there's the man that we thought was the rogue, and turns out to be one of the company.

Croak. How !

Honey. Mr. Croaker, we have all been under a strange mistake here ; I find there is nobody guilty, it was all an error; entirely an error of our own.

Croak. And I say, lr, that you're in an error ; for there's guilt and double guilt, a plot, a damn'd jesuitical peftilential plot, and I must have proof of it.

Honey. Do but hear me.

Croak, What you intend to bring 'em off, I suppose ; I'll hear nothing.

Honey. Madam, you seem at least calm enough to hear reason.

Oliv. Excuse me.
Honey. Good Jarvis, let me then explain it to you.

Jar. What signifies explanations, when the thing is done.

Honey. Will nobody hear me? Was there ever such a set, fo blinded by passion and prejudice ! (To the postboy.) My good friend, I believe you'll be surprised, when I assure you

Pojf. Sure me nothing - I'm sure of nothing but a good beating

Croak. Come, then, you madam, if you ever hope for any favour or forgiveness, tell me fincerely all you know of this affair.

« PreviousContinue »