Next door neighbours; a comedy: in three acts. From the French dramas L'indigent & Le dissipateur. As performed at the Theatre-Royal, Hay-Market. By Mrs. Inchbald.

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- PROLOGUE,

- Dramatis Personae.

- ACT I.

- SCENE I. An Antichamber at Sir GEORGE SPLENDORVILLE's, adjoining a Ball room.

- SCENE II. An Apartment, which denotes the Po verty of the Inhabitants. HENRY and ELEANOR discovered.

- ACT II.

- SCENE I. An Apartment at SIR GEORGE SPLEN DORVILLE'S.

- ACT III.

- SCENE I.

- SCENE II. A lawyer's study.

- EPILOGUE,

NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOURS. A COMEDY.

THE END.

NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOURS; A COMEDY.

NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOURS; A COMEDY; IN THREE ACTS. FROM THE French Dramas L'Indigent & Le Dissp•••. AS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRE-ROYAL, HAY-MARKET.

BY MRS. INCHBALD.

DUBLIN: PRINTED FOR MESSRS. P. BYRNE, W. SLEATER, J. MOORE, J. RICE, J. HALPEN, A. GRUEBER, J. JONES, J. ME•AIN, R M BUTLER, W. JONES, R. WHITE, R. M'ALLISTER, AND A. PORTER. M,DCC,XCI.

PROLOGUE,

By T. VAUGHAN, ESQ.

Spoken by MR. BANNISTER JUN.

To PUFF, or not to Puff—that is the Question—

Puff by all means, say I, it helps digestion.

To prove my maxim true, pray read the Papers—

From Quacks of State, to those who cure the Vapours.

You'll find them, one and all, puff high their skill,

Tho' nine in ten, are oft'ner found to kill.—

Yet Puff's the word, which gives at least a name,

And oftener gains the undeserving Fame:

Or wherefore read we of Lord Fanny's Taste,

Of me—an Actor—wonderfully chaste!

And yet so squeamish is our Lady elf,

She'd rather di•—than paragraph herself;

So fix'd on me—the Prologue speaking Hack,

To stop, with Puff direct, the Critic Pack,

Who yelp, and foaming, bark from morn to night,

And when run hard—turn tail—then snap and bite;

Putting the timid Hare-like-Bard to flight.

To such, the best and only Puff to hit,

Is that which honest CANDOUR must admit,

A Female Scribbler is an harmless Wit;

And who so harmless as our present Bard,

Claiming no greater or distinct reward,

Than what from free Translation is her due,

Which here in fullest trust she leaves to you:

With this remark—Who own their Debts with pride,

Are well entitled to the Credit Side.

And as for those with whom she makes so free

They'll ne'er complain of English Liberty;

But glory to behold their Tinsel shine,

Through the rich Bullion of the English Line.

Fear then avaunt! Trust to a BRITISH JURY—

With them, an honest Verdict I'll ensure you:

Let Echo catch the sound—'Tis PRATT [*] enacts,

You're Judges of the Law, as well as Facts.

On this she rests her Cause, and hopes to find,

As Friends, and Next Door Neighbours, you'll be kind;

At least, this only punishment-ensure,

A Frown—and that's severe enough, from you.

Thus puff'd—I freely to the Court commit her,

Not doubting, as a Woman, you'll acquit her—

And now join issue, Sirs, without delay—

Judging from written Evidence our Play,

And—send her a good Diliverance, I pray.

Notes

*
Vide, Earl CAMDEN's celebrated and Constitutional Speech and Opinion on the subject of Libela.
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Dramatis Personae.

MEN.

- Sir George Splendorville Mr. PALMER.

- Mr. Manly Mr. KEMBLE.

- Mr. Blackman Mr. BADDELEY.

- Mr. Lucre MR. R. PALMER.

- Lord Hazard Mr. EVATT.

- Willford Mr. ALCKIN.

- Henry Mr. PALMER, Jun.

- Bluntly Mr. BANNISTER, Jun.

WOMEN.

- Lady Caroline Seymour Mrs. BROOKS.

- Lady Bridget Squander Mrs. HEARD.

- Evans Mrs. EDWARDS.

- Eleanor Mrs. KEMBLE.

Other Ladies, Gentlemen, Servants, &c.

SCENE—LONDON.

ACT I.

SCENE I. An Antichamber at Sir GEORGE SPLENDORVILLE's, adjoining a Ball room.

Enter BLUNTLY, meeting a Servant in Livery.

Bluntly.

COME, come, is not every thing ready? Is not the ball-room prepared yet? It is past ten o'Clock.

Servant.

We have only to fix up the new chandedelier.

Bluntly

I'll have no new chandelier.

Servant.

My master said the last ball he gave, the company were in the dark.

Bluntly.

And if you blind them with too much light, they will be in the dark still.

Servant.

The musicians, sir, wish for some wine.

Blunty.

What, before the ball begins? No, tell them if they are tipsy at the end of if, it will be quite soon enough.

Servant.

You are always so cross, Mr. Blunty, when my master is going to have company.

Bluntly.

Have not I a right to be cross? For while the whole house is in good humour, if there was not one person cross enough to take a little care, every thing would be wasted and ruined through extreme good temper. A man crosses the stage. Here, you —Mister—Pray are you the person who was sent with the chandelier?

Shopman.

Yes, sir.

Bluntly.

Then please to take it back again—We don't want it.

Shopman.

What is your objection to it, sir?

Bluntly.

It will cost too much.

Shopman.

Mr. Bluntly, all the trades people are more frightened at you than at your master.—Sir George, Heaven bless him! never cares how much a thing costs.

Bluntly.

That is, because he never cares whether he pays for it or not—but if he did, depend upon it he would be very particular. Tradesmen all wish to be paid for their ware, don't they?

Shopman.

Certainly, sir.

Bluntly.

Then why will they force so many unnecessary things, and make so many extravagant charges as to put all power of payment out of the question?

Enter EVANS:—The Tradesman goes off at the opposite Door.

Bluntly.

How do you do, Mrs. Evans?Suddenly.

Evans.

What makes you sigh, Mr. Bluntly?

Bluntly.

What makes you smile?

Evans.

To see all the grand preparations for the ball this evening. I anticipate the joy my lady will take here, and I smile for her.

Bluntly.

And I sigh for my master.—I foresee all the bills that will be brought in, for this evening's expence, and I anticipate the sorrow it will one day be to him.

Evans

But consider, Mr. Bluntly, your master has my lady's fortune to take.

Bluntly.

Yes, but I consider he has your lady to take along with it; and I prophecy one will sick by him some time after the other is gone.

Evans.

For shame.—My lady, I have no doubt, will soon cure Sir George of his extravagance.

Bluntly.

It will then be by taking away the means. —Why, Lady Caroline is as extravagant as himself.

Evans.

You are mistaken.—She never gives routs, masquerades, balls, or entertainments of any kind.

Bluntly.

But she constantly goes to them whenever she is invited.

Evans.

That, I call but a slight imprudence—She has no wasteful indiscretions like Sir George. For instance, she never makes a lavish present.

Bluntly.

No, but she takes a lavish present, as readily as if she did?

Evans.

And surely you cannot call that imprudence

Bluntly.

No, I call it something worse.

Evans.

Then, although she loves gaming to distraction, and plays deep, yet she never loses.

Bluntly.

No, but she always wins—and that I call something worse.

A loud rapping at the street door.

Evans.

Here's the company. Will you permit me, Mr. Bluntly, to stand in one corner, and have a peep at them?

Bluntly.

If you please. Rapping again. What spirit there is in that, Rat, tat, tat, tat.—And what life, frolic, and joy, the whole house is going to experience except myself. As for me, I am ready to cry at the thoughts of it all. Exit.

Enter LADY CAROLINE.

L. Caroline

Here, the first of the company. I am sorry for it. EVANS comes forward. Evans, what has brought you hither?

Evans.

I came, my lady, to see the preparations making on your account—for it is upon your account alone, that Sir George gives this grand fê•e.

L. Caroline.

Why, I do flatter myself it is.—But where is he? What is it o'clock?—It was impossible to stay at the stupid opera.—How do I look? I once did intend to wear those set of diamonds Sir George presented me with the other morning—but then, I reflected again, that if—

Evans.

Ah, my lady, what a charming thing to have such a lover—Sir George prevents every wish— he must make the best of husbands.

L. Caroline.

And yet my father wishes to break off the marriage—he talks of his prodigality—and, certainly, Sir George lives above his income.

Evans.

But then, Madam, so does every body else.

L. Caroline

But Sir George ought undoubtedly to change his conduct, and not be thus continually giving balls and entertainments—and inviting to his table acquaintance, that not only come to devour his dinners and suppers, but him.

Evans

And there are people malicious enough to call your ladyship one of his devourers too.

L Caroline.

As a treaty of marriage is so nearly concluded between us, I think, Mrs Evans, I am at liberty to visit Sir George, or to receive his presents, without having my character, or my delicacy called in question. A loud rapping The company are coming: is it not strange he is not here to receive them. Exit EVANS.

Enter two Ladies and a Gentleman, who curtsy and bow to LADY CAROLINE.—SIR GEORGE enters at the opposite door, magnificently dressed.

Sir George.

Ladies, I entreat your pardon; dear Lady Caroline excuse me. I have been in the country all the morning, and have had scarce time to return to town and dress for your reception.

Another rapping.

Enter MR. LUCRE, LORD HAZARD, LADY BRIDGET SQANDER, &c.

Sir George.

Dear Lucre, I am glad to see you.

Mr. Lucre.

My dear Sir George, I had above ten engagements this evening, but they all gave place to your invitation.

Sir George.

Thank you.—My dear Lady Bridget—

L Bridget.

It is impossible to resist an invitation from the most polished man alive. Sir GEORGE bows What a superb dress! in his hearing, as he turns away and what an elegant deportment.

Mr. Lucre.

After speaking apart with SIR GEORGE. No, I am not in a state to take any part at Pharo—I am ruin'd.—Would you believe it Sir George, I am not worth a farthing in the world.

Sir George.

Yes, I believed it long ago.

Mr. Lucre.

Now we are on that subject—could you lend me a hundred pounds?

Sir George.

Taking out his pocket-book. I have about me, only this bill for two hundred.

Mr. Lucre,

That will do as well—I am not circumstantial. Takes it. And my dear Sir George command my purse at any time—all it contains, will ever be at your service.

Sir George.

I thank you.

Mr. Lucre.

Nay, though I have no money of my own, yet you know I can always raise friends—and by heaven! my dear Sir George, I often wish to see you reduced to my circumstances, merely to prove how much I could, and would, do to serve you.

Sir George.

I sincerely thank you.

Mr. Lucre.

And one can better ask a favour for one's friend than for one's-self, you know: for when one wants to borrow money on one's own account, there are so many little delicacies to get the better of—such as I felt just now.—I was as pale as death, I dare say, when I asked you for this money—did not you perceive I was?

Sir George.

I can't say I did.

Mr. Lucre.

But you must have observed I hesitated, and looked very foolish.

Sir George.

I thought for my part, that I looked as foolish.—But I hope I did not hesitate.

Mr. Lucre.

Nor ever will, when a friend applys to you, I'll answer for it—Nor ever shall a friend hesitate when you apply.

Lord Hazard.

Taking SIR GEORGE aside. The obligations I am under to you for extricating me from that dangerous business—

Sir George.

Never name it.

Lord Hazard.

Not only name it, Sir George, but shortly I hope to return the kindness; and, if I do but live—

Sir George.

To the company. Permit me to conduct you to the next apartment.

Lady Caroline.

Most willingly, Sir George. I was the first who arrived; which proves my eagerness to dance.

Sir George.

Aside to her. But let me hope, passion for dancing was not the only one, that caused your impatience.

As the company move towards the ball-room, Mr. LUCRE and LORD HAZARD come forward.

Mr. Lucre.

Oh! there never was such a man in the world as the master of this house; there never was such a friendly, generous, noble heart; he has the best heart in the world, and the best taste in dress.

The company exeunt, and the music is heard to begin.

SCENE II. An Apartment, which denotes the Poverty of the Inhabitants. HENRY and ELEANOR discovered.

Eleanor.

It is very late and very cold too, brother; and yet we have neither of us heart to bid each other good night.

Henry.

No—beds were made for rest.

Eleanor.

And that noise of carriages and link-boys at Sir George Splendorville's, next door, would keep us awake, if our sorrows did not.

Henry.

The poor have still more to complain of, when chance throws them thus near the rich,—it forces upon their minds a comparison might drive them to despair, if—

Eleanor.

—If they should not have good sense enough to reflect, that all this bustle and show of pleasure, may fall very short of happiness; as all the distress we feel, has not yet, thank Heaven, reached to misery.

Henry.

What do you call it then?

Eleanor.

A trial; sent to make us patient.

Henry.

It may make you so, but cannot me. Good morning to you. Going.

Eleanor.

Nay, it is night yet. Where are you going?

Henry.

I don't know.—To take a walk.—The streets are not more uncomfortable than this place, and scarcely colder.

Eleanor.

Oh, my dear brother! I cannot express half the uneasiness I feel when you part from me, though but for the shortest space.

Henry.

Why?

Eleanor.

Because I know your temper; you are impatient under adversity; you rashly think providence is unkind; and you would snatch those favours, which are only valuable when bestowed.

Henry.

What do you mean?

Eleanor.

Nay, do not be angry; but every time you go out into this tempting town, where superfluous riches continually meet the eye of the poor, I tremble lest you should forfeit your honesty for that, which Heaven decreed should not belong to you.

Henry.

And if I did, you would despise and desert me?

Eleanor.

No: not desert you; for I am convinced you would only take, to bring to me; but this is to assure you, I do not want for any thing.

Henry.

Not want?—Nor does my father?

Eleanor.

Scarcely, while we visit him. Every time he sees us we make him happy; but he would never behold us again if we behaved unworthy of him.

Henry.

What! banish us from a prison?

Eleanor.

And although it is a prison, you could not be happy under such a restriction.

Henry.

Happy!—When was I happy last?

Eleanor.

Yesterday, when your father thanked you for your kindness to him. Did we not all three weep with affection for each other? and was not that happiness?

Henry.

It was—nor will I give up such satisfaction for any enticement that can offer.—Be contented Eleanor,—for your sake and my father's, I will be honest—Nay, more.—I will be scrupulously proud— and that line of conduct which my own honour could not force me to follow, my love so you and him, shall compel me to.—When, through necessity, I am tempted to plunder, your blushes and my father's anguish shall hold my hand.—And when I am urged through impatience, to take away my own life, your lingering death and his, shall check the horrid suggestion, and I will live for you.

Eleanor.

Then do not ever trust yourself away, at least from one of us.

Henry.

Dear sister! do you imagine that your power is less when separated from me? Do you suppose I think less frequently on my father and his dismal prison, because we are not always together? Oh! no! he comes even more forcibly to my thoughts in his absence—and then, more bitterly do I feel his misery, than while the patient old man, before my eyes, talks to me of his consolations; hi• in e••al comforts from a conscience pure, a mind without malice, and a heart, where every virtue occupy a place.—Therefore, do not fear that I should forget either him or you, though I might possibly forget myself.

Exit.

Eleanor.

If before him I am cheerful, yet to myself I must complain. Weeps And that sound of festivity at the house adjoining is insupportable! especially when I reflect that a very small portion of what will be wasted there only this one night, would be sufficient to give my dear father liberty.

A rapping at the door of her chamber, on the opposite entrance.

Eleanor.

Who's there?

Mr. Blackman.

Open the door. without.

Eleanor.

The voice of our landlord. Goes to the door. Is it you, Mr. Blackman?

Blackman.

Yes, open the door. Rapping louder.

She opens it:—BLACKMAN enters, followed by BLUNTLY.

Blackman.

What a time have you made me wait I —And in the name of wonder, why do you lock your door? Have you any thing to lose? Have not you already sold all the furniture you brought hither? And are you afraid of being stolen yourself?

ELEANOR retires to the back of the stage.

Bluntly.

Is this the chamber?

Blackman.

Yes, Sir, yes, Mr. Bluntly, this is it.

BLACKMAN assumes a very different tone of voice in speaking to BLUNTLY and ELEANOR; to the one be is all submissive humility, to the other all harshness.

Bluntly.

This!Contemptuously.

Blackman.

Why yes, sir,—this is the only place I have left in my own house, since your master has been pleased to occupy that next door, while his own magnificent one has been repairing.—Lock yourself up, indeed! Looking at ELEANOR.—You have been continually asking me for more rooms, Mr. Bluntly, and have not I made near half a dozen doors already from one house to the other, on purpose to accommodate your good family.—Upon my hanour, I have not now a single chamber but what I have let to these lodgers, and what I have absolute occasion for myself.

Bluntly.

And if you do put yourself to a little inconvenience, Mr. Blackman, surely my master—

Blackman.

Your master, Mr. Bluntly, is a very good man—a very generous man—and I hope at least he has found me a very lucky one; for good luck is all the recommendation which I, in my humble station, aspire to—and since I have been Sir George's attorney, I have gained him no less than two law-suits.

Bluntly.

I know it. I know also that you have lost him four.

Blackman.

We'll drop the subject.—And in regard to this room, sir, it does not suit, you say?

Bluntly.

No, for I feel the cold wind blow through every crevice.

Blackman.

But suppose I was to have it put a little into repair? That window, for instance, shall have a pane or two of glass put in; the cracks of the door shall be stopt up; and then every thing will have a very different appearance.

Bluntly.

And why has not this been done before?

Blackman.

Would you have me be laying out my money, while I only let the place at a paltry price, to people who I am obliged to threaten to turn into the streets every quarter, before I can get my rent from them?

Bluntly.

Is that the situation of your lodgers at present?

Blackman.

Yes.—But they made a better appearance when they first came, or I bad not taken such persons to live thus near to your master.

Bluntly.

That girl looking at ELEANOR seems very pretty—and I dare say my master would not care if he was nearer to her.

Blackman.

Pshaw, pshaw—she is a poor creature— she is in great distress. She is misery itself.

Bluntly.

I feel quite charmed with misery.—Who belongs to her?

Blackman.

A young man who says he is her brother—very likely he is not—but that I should not enquire about, if they could pay my rent. If people will pay me, I don't care what they are. Addressing himself to ELEANOR I desire you will tell your brother when he comes in, that I have occasion for the money which will be due to me tomorrow—and if I don't receive it before to-morrow night, he must seek some other habitation.

Bluntly.

Hush, Mr. Blackman—if you speak so loud, you will have our company in the next house hear you.

Blackman.

And if they did, do you think it would spoil their dancing? No, Mr. Bluntly.—And in that respect, I am a person of fashion.—I never suffer any distress to interfere with my enjoyments.

Eleanor.

Coming to him. Dear sir, have but patience a little while longer.—Indeed, I hope you will lose nothing.

Blackman.

I won't lose any thing.

Going.

Eleanor.

Following him. Sir, I would speak a single word to you, if you will be so good as to hear me?

Bluntly.

Ay, stay and hear her.

Eleanor.

Looking at BLUNTLY. But I wish to speak to him by ourselves.

Bluntly.

Then I'll withdraw.

Blackman.

What have you to say?In anger.

Bluntly.

Hear her, Mr. Blackman—or may none of her sex ever listen to you. Exit.

Blackman.

If it is only to entreat me to let you continue here, I am gone in an instant.—Come, speak quickly, for I have no time to lose—Come, speak, speak.

Eleanor.

But are you resolved to have no pity? You know in what a helpless situation we are—and the deplorable state of my poor father.

Weeping.

Blackman.

Ay, I thought what you had to say— farew•l, farewel.

Eleanor.

Lying hold of him. Oh! do not plunge us into more distress than we can bear; but open your heart to compassion.

Blackman.

I can't—'tis a thing I never did in my life.

Going, he meets BLUNTLY, who stops him.

Bluntly.

Well, have you granted her request?

Blackman.

I would do a great deal to oblige you, Mr. Bluntly—and if you will only give your word for the trifle of rent owing, why, I am not so hard-hearted but I will suffer her to stay.

Bluntly.

Well, well,—I will give my word.

Blackman.

But remember, it is not to be put down to your master's account, but to your own.—I am not to give credit.

Eleanor.

Not am I to lay my brother under an obligation of this nature. To BLUNTLY I thank you for your offer, sir, but I cannot accept it.

Blackman.

In extreme anger. What do you mean by that?

Bluntly.

Perhaps she is right.

Eleanor.

My brother would resent my acceptance of a favour from a stranger.

Blackman.

Your brother resent! A poor man resent! Did you ever hear of any body's regarding a poor man's resentment?

Eleanor.

No—nor a poor woman's prayers.

Blackman.

Yes, I will regard your prayers, if you will suffer this gentleman to be your friend.

Eleanor.

Any acquaintance of your's, Mr. Blackman, I must distrust.

Blackman.

Do you hear with what contempt she treats us both?

Bluntly.

But perhaps she is right—at least, in treating one of us so, I am sure she is—and I will forgive her wronging the one, for the sake of her doing justice to the other.

Enter HENRY: he starts at seeing BLACKMAN and BLUNTLY.

Henry.

Who are these?

Blackman.

"Who are these?" Did you ever hear such impertinence? Going up to him Pray who are you, sir?

Henry.

I am a man.

Blackman.

Yes—but I am a lawyer.

Henry.

Whatever you are, this apartment is mine, not your's—and I desire you to leave it.

Blackman.

But to-morrow it will be mine, and then I shall desire you to leave it, and force you to leave it.

Henry.

Eleanor, retire to the other chamber; am I sorry I left you.

Leads her off.

Blackman.

And I am sorry that I and my friend should come here to be affronted.

Bluntly.

Mr. Blackman, I won't be called names.

Blackman.

Names, sir! What names did I call you?

Bluntly.

Did not you call me your friend? I assure you, sir, I am not used to be called names. I am but a servant whose character is every thing— and I'll let you know that I am not your friend.

Blackman.

Why, you blockhead, does not your master call himself my friend?

Bluntly.

Yes, my master is a great man, and he can get a place without a character,—but if I lose mine, I am ruined; therefore take care how you miscal me for the future, for I assure you I won't bear it. I am not your friend, and you shall find I am not.

Exitin great anger, BLACKMAN following.

END OF THE FIRST ACT.

ACT II.

SCENE I. An Apartment at SIR GEORGE SPLENDORVILLE'S.

Enter SIR GEORGE followed by BLUNTLY.

Sir George.

WHAT's o'clock?Rubbing his eyes.

Bluntly.

Just noon, sir.

Sir George.

Why was I waked so early?

Bluntly.

You were not waked, sir,—You rung.

Sir George.

Then it was in my sleep—and could not you suppose so?—After going to bed at five, to make me rise at noon! in a violent passion What am I to do with myself, sir, till it is time to go out for the evening?

Bluntly.

You have company to dinner you know, sir.

Sir George.

No, it is to supper—and what am I to do with myself till that time?

Bluntly.

Company again to supper, Sir?

Sir George.

Yes, and the self-same company I had last night—I invited them upon Lady Caroline's account—to give her an opportunity of revenge, for the money she lost here yesterday evening—and I am all weariness—I am all lassitude and fretfulness till the time arrives.—But now I call to mind, I have an affair that may engage my attention a few hours, You were giving me an account, Bluntly, of that beautiful girl I saw enter at Blackman's?

Bluntly.

Yes, sir, I saw her late last night in Mr. Blackman's house—she lodges there.

Sir George.

Indeed? In Blackman's house? I am glad to hear it.

Bluntly.

And he has assured me, sir, that she and her family are in the greatest poverty imaginable.

Sir George.

I am glad to hear it.

Bluntly.

They have been it seems above a twelve-month in London, in search of some rich relations: but instead of meeting with them, the father was seen and remembered by an old creditor who has thrown him into prison.

Sir George.

I am very glad to hear it.

Bluntly.

But the young woman, Sir, has been so short a time in town, she has, seemingly a great deal of modesty and virtue.

Sir George.

And I am very glad to hear of that too—I like her the better—you know I do—for I am weary of that ready compliance I meet with from the sex

Bluntly.

But if I might presume to advise, sir,—as you are so soon to be married to her ladyship, whom you love with sincere affection, you should give up this pursuit.

Sir George.

And I shall give it up, Bluntly, before my marriage takes place—for, short as that time may be, I expect this passion will be over and forgotten, long before the interval has passed away.—But that brother you were mentioning—

Bluntly.

I have some reason to think, that with all his poverty, he has a notion of honour.

Sir George.

Laughing Oh! I have often tried the effect of a purse of gold with people of honour.— Have you desired them to be sent for as I ordered.

Bluntly.

I have, Sir.

Sir George.

See if they are come. Exit BLUNTLY Ah! my dear Lady Caroline, it is you, and only you, whom I love with a sincere passion! but in waiting this long expected event of our marriage, permit me to indulge some less exalted wishes.

Enter BLUNTLY.

Sir Gorge.

Are they come?

Bluntly.

The young man is in the anti-chamber, sir, but his sister is not with him. Speaking to HENRY who is without Please to walk this way—my master desires to see you,

Sir George.

No, no, no—I do not desire to see him, if his sister is not there.—Zounds you scoundrel what did you call him in for?

Enter HENRY, and bows.

SIR GEORGE looks at him with a careless familiarity—BLUNTLY leaves the room.

Sir George.

Young man, I am told you are very poor—you may have heard that I am very rich—and I suppose you are acquainted with the extensive meaning of the word—generosity.

Henry.

After an hesitation. Perhaps not, sir.

Sir George.

The meaning of it, as I comprehend, is, for the rich to give to the poor.—Have you any thing to ask of me in which I can serve you?

Henry.

Your proposal is so general, I am at a loss what to answer—but you are no doubt acquainted with the extensive meaning of the word, pride,—and that will apologize for the seeming indifference with which I receive your offer.

Sir George.

Your pride seems extensive indeed—I heard your father was in prison, and I pitied him.

Henry.

Did you, Sir?—Did you pity my father:— I beg your pardon—if I have said any thing to offend you pray forgive it—nor let my rudeness turn your compassion away from him, to any other object.

Sir George.

Would a small sum release him from confinement? Would about a hundred pounds—

Henry.

I have no doubt but it would.

Sir George.

Then take that note.—Be not surprised—I mean to dispose of a thousand guineas this way, instead of fitting up a theatre in my own house.— That giving him the note is a mere trifle; my box at the opera, or my dinner; I mean to dine alone tomorrow, instead of inviting company.

Henry

Sir George, I spoke so rudely to you at first, that I know no other way to shew my humility, than to accept your present without reluctance—I do therefore, as the gift of benevolence, not as the insult of better for une.

Sir George.

You have a brother, have not you?

Henry.

No, Sir—and only one sister.

Sir George.

A sister is it? well, let me see your father and your brother—your sister I mean—did not you say?—you said a sister, did not you?

Henry.

Yes, Sir.

Sir George.

We'l, let me see your father and her; they will rejoice at their good fortune I imagine, and I wish to be a witness of their joy.

Henry.

I will this moment go to our lawyer, extricate my father, and we will all return and make you the spectator of the happiness you have bestowed.

Forgive my eagerness to disclose your bounty, sir, if, before I have said half I feel, I fly to reveal it to my father; to whom I can more powerfully express my sensations—than in your presence. Exit.

Sir George.

That bait has taken—and now, if the sister will only be as grateful.

Enter BLUNTLY.

Bluntly.

Dear sir, what can you have said to the young man? I never saw a person so much affected!

Sir George.

In what manner?

Bluntly.

The tears ran down his cheeks as he passed along, and he held something in his Land which he pressed to his lips, and then to his heart, as if it was a treasure.

Sir George.

It is a treasure, Bluntly—a hundred Guineas.

Bluntly.

But for which, I believe, you expect a greater treasure in return.

Sir George.

Dost think so Bluntly?—dost think the girl is worth a hundred pounds?

Bluntly.

If she refuses, she is worth a thousand— but if the complies, you have thrown away your money.

Sir George.

Just the reverse.

Bluntly.

But I hope, sir, you do not mean to throw away any more thus—for although this sum, by way of charity, may be well applied, yet indeed, sir▪ I know some of your creditors as much in want as this poor family.

Sir George.

How!—You are in pay by some of my creditors I suppose?

Bluntly.

No, Sir, you must pay them, before they can pay any body.

Sir George.

You are impertinent—leave the room instantly, and go in search of this sister; now, while the son is gone to release his father.—Tell her, her brother is here, and bring her hither immediately.

Bluntly

But, sir, if you will only give me leave to speak one word—

Sir George.

Do, speak; Goes to the chimney piece and takes down a pistol only speak a single syllable, and I'll send a ball instantly through your head.

Bluntly I am dumb, Sir,—I don't speak indeed, Sir—upon my life I don't. I wish I may die if I speak a word.

Sir George.

Go on the errand I told you; and if you dare to return without the girl this is your fate.

Holding up the pistol.

Bluntly.

Yes, Sir. Exit.

Sir George.

Laying the pistol on the table. Impertinent puppy; to ruffle the temper of a man of fashion with hints of prudence and morality, and paying his debts—all this from a servant too. The insolent, chattering—

Enter BLUNTLY.

Bluntly.

May I speak now, sir?

Sir George.

What have you to say?

Bluntly.

Mr. Blackman, sir.

Sir George.

Bid him come in.

Enter BLACKMAN. Exit. BLUNTLY.

Sir. George.

Good morning, Mr. Blackman; come, sit down.

Blackman.

Bowing respectfully. I am glad Sir George, I have found you alone, for I come to speak to you on important business.

Sir George.

Business!—no—not now if you please.

Blackman.

But I must, sir—I have been here ten times before, and have been put off; but now you must hear what I have to say.

Sir George.

Don't be long then—don't be tedious, Mr. Blackman—for I expect a, a—in short, I expect a pretty woman.

Blackman.

When she comes, I will go.

Sir George.

Very well, speak quickly then. What have you to say?

Blackman.

I come to speak upon the subject of your father's will; by which you know, you run the hazard of losing great part of what he left behind.

Sir George.

But what am I to do?

Blackman.

There is no time to be lost. Consider, that Mr. Manly, the lawyer, whom your father employed, is a man who pretends to a great deal of morality; and it was he who, when your father found himself dying, alarmed his conscience, and persuaded him to make this Will in favour of a second person. Now, I think that you and I both together, ought to have a meeting with this conscientious lawyer.

Sir George.

But I should imagine, Mr. Blackman, that if he is really a conscientious man, you and he will not be upon good terms.

Blackman.

Oh! people of our avocation differ in respect to conscience. Puzzle, confound, and abuse each other, and yet are upon good terms.

Sir. George.

But I fear—

Blackman.

Fear nothing —There are a vast number o• resources in our art.—It is so spacious, and yet so confined—so sublime, and yet so profound—so d•stinct, and yet so complicated—that if ever this person with whom your fortune is divided should be found, I know how to envelope her in a labyrinth, where she shall be lost again in a hurry,—But your father's lawyer being a very honest—I mean a very p•rticular man in his profession,—I have reason to fear we cannot gain him over to our purpose.—If, therefore,—

Enter BLUNTLY.

Sir George.

My visitor is come, as I told you.

Blackman.

Rising. And I am gone, as I told you. Going.

Enter ELEANOR.

Blackman.

Aside. My lodger! ah! ah! To her in a whisper You may stay another quarter.

Exit.

Sir George.

To Eleanor I am glad to see you.—Bluntly—Makes a sig• to him to leave the room.

Bluntly.

Sir?

SIR GEORGE waves his hand and nods his head a second time.

Bluntly.

S•r?—

Sti•l affecting not to understand him.

Sir George.

I •id you go. Angrily.

Bluntly.

You bid me go, sir?—Oh yes, sir.—Very well, sir.—But indeed, sir, I did not hear you before, sir.—Indeed I did not.

Bows, and exit with reluctance, which ELEANOR observes.

Eleanor.

Pardon me, sir.—I understood my brother was here, but I find he is not.

Sir George.

He is but this instant gone, and will return immediately.—Stay then with me till he comes. Takes her hand. Surely you cannot refuse to remain with me a few moments; especially as I hive a great deal to say to you that may tend to your advantage.

Why do you c•st your eyes with such impatience on that doo? Goes and locks it There, now you may look at it in vain.

Eleanor.

For heaven sake, why am I locked in?

Sir George.

Because you should not escape.

Eleanor.

That makes me resolve I will—Open the door, sir. Going to it.

Sir George.

Nay, listen to me Your sentiments, I make no doubt, are formed from books.

Eleanor.

No, from misfortunes—yet more instructive.

Sir George

You shall never know misfortune more you, nor your relations.—But this moment I presented your brother with a sum of money, and he left me with professions of the deepest gratitude.

Eleanor.

My brother!—Has he received money from you? Ah! he promised me he'd not disgrace his family.

Sir George.

How! Family, indeed!

Eleanor.

I cannot remain here a moment longer. Open the door, sir—open it immediately.

Raising her voice.

Bluntly.

Without. Sir, sir, sir,—open the door, if you please—you are wanted, sir.

Sir George.

S'death! who can want me in such haste?Opens the door, and appears confounded.

Enter Bluntly.

Sir George.

Well, sir!

Bluntly.

—Did you call, sir?

Sir George.

It was you who called, sir.

Bluntly.

Who, I, sir?

Sir George.

Yes, sir, you—Who wants me?

Bluntly.

Looking at ELEANOR. Perhaps it was you that called, Ma'am.

Eleanor.

It was I that called: and pray be so kind as to conduct me to my own lodgings.

BLUNTLY offers her his hand.

Sir George.

Dare not touch her—or to stay another moment in the room.—Begone.

BLUNTLY looks at ELEANOR aside, and points to the pistol; then bows humbly, and retires.

Sir George.

And now my fair Lucretia—

He is going to seize her—she takes up the pistol and presents it.

Eleanor.

No, it's not myself I'll kill—'Tis you.

Sir George.

Starting. Nay, nay, nay, lay it down.—Lay that foolish thing down; I beg you will. Trembling. It is charged—it may go off.

Eleanor.

I mean it to go off.

Sir George.

But no jesting—I never liked jesting in my life.

Eleanor.

Nor I—but am always serious.—Dare not, therefore, insult me again, but let me go to my wretched apartments,

Passes by him, presenting the Pistol.

Sir George.

Go to the—

She turns short at the door, and presents it again.

Sir George.

What would you do?—Here Bluntly! Bluntly!Exit ELEANOR.

Enter BLUNTLY.

Bluntly.

Did you call or no, sir?

Sir George.

Yes, sir, I did call now. In a threatening accent. Don't you think you have behaved very well this morning?

Bluntly.

Yes, sir, I think I have.

Sir George.

I am not joking.

Bluntly.

Nor am I, sir.

Sir George.

And do not you think I should behave very well, if I was to discharge you my service?

Bluntly.

As well as can be expected, sir,

Sir George.

Why did you break in upon me just now? Did you think I was going to murder the girl?

Bluntly.

No, sir, I suspected neither love nor murder.

Sir George.

What then did you suspect?

Bluntly.

Why, sir, if I may make bold to speak— I was afraid the poor girl might be robbed: and of all she is worth in the world.

Sir George.

Blockhead! I suppose you mean her virtue?Smiling with contempt.

Bluntly.

Why, to say the truth, sir, virtue is a currency that grows scarce in the world now-a-days —and some men are so much in need of it, that they think nothing of stopping a harmless female passenger in her road through life, and plundering her or it without remorse, though its loss, embitters every hour she must afterwards pass in her journey.

Enter HENRY.

Henry.

Sir George, my father, liberated from prison by your bounty, is come gratefully to offer—

Enter WILFORD and ELEANOR.

Eleanor.

Holding her father by the hand, to prevent his going forward. Oh, my father! whither are you going? Turn back —turn back.

Henry.

To his father. This is your benefactor the man whose benevolence has put an end to your sufferings.

ELEANOR burst into tears and retires up the stage.

Wilford.

How, sir, can I ever repay what I owe to you?—or how describe those emotions, which your goodness at this moment makes me feel?

Sir George.

In confusion Very well—very well—his all very well Aside I wish it was.— To him I am glad I have been of service to you.

Wilford.

You have been like mercy to us all. My daughter's gratitude overflows in tears.—But why, my child, do you keep apart from us? Can you be too timid to confess your obligation?

Sir George.

Let her alone—let her indulge her humour.

Wilford.

Speak, Eleanor.

Sir George.

No, I had rather she would be silent.

Wilford.

You offend me by this obstinacy.

Eleanor.

Going to WILFORD and taking his hand Oh, my father!—Oh! I cannot—I cannot speak.

Wilford.

Wherefore?—Explain this moment, what agitates you thus.

Eleanor.

You must return to confinement again.

Wilford.

How?

Eleanor.

The money that has set you free, was given for the basest purposes—and by a man as far beneath you in principle, as you are beneath him in fortune. Disdain the obligation—and come my father, return to prison.

Wilford.

Yes.—And with more joy than I left it. To SIR GEORGE Joy, in my daughter's virtuous contempt of thee. To his children Leave the house instantly.

Exit HENRY and ELEANOR.

Wilford.

Addressing himself to SIR GEORGE. Your present is but deposited in a lawyer's hands, whose word gained my liberty—he shall immediately return it to you, while I return to imprisonment,

Sir George.

If the money is in a lawyer's hands, my good friend, it may be some time before you get it returned. Going.

Wilford.

Stay, Sir George— he returns And look me in the face while you insult me. SIR GEORGE looks on the floor. You cannot.—I therefore triumph, while you stand before me abashed like a culprit.— Yet be assured, unthinking, dissipated man, that with all your insolence and cruelty towards me and mine, I have still the charity to rejoice, even for your sake, at seeing you thus confounded. This shame is at least one trait in your favour; and while it revenges my wrongs, gives me joy to find, you are not a hardened libertine. Exeunt.

END Of THE SECOND ACT.

ACT III.

SCENE I.

The apartment at SIR GEORGE SPLENDORVILLE's where the night has been passed at play—Several card tables with company playing—SIR GEORGE and LADY CAROLINE at the same table. SIR GEORGE rises furiously.

Sir George.

NEVER was the whole train of misfortunes so united to undo a man, as this night to ruin me. The most o•••••ate round of ill •uck—

Mr. Lucre.

Waking from a sleep. What is all that? You have lost a great deal of money, I suppose?

Sir George

Every guinea I had about me, and fifteen thousand besides, for which I have given my word.

Mr. Lucre.

Fifteen thousand guineas! and I have not won one of them.—Oh, confusion upon every thing that has prevented me.

Sir George.

Taking LADY CAROLINA aside. Lady Caroline, you are the sole person who has profited by my loss.—Prove to me that your design was not to ruin me; to sink me into the abyss of misfortune,—prove to me, you love me in return for all my tender love to you. And taking up the cards give me my revenge in one single cut.

Lady Caroline.

If this is the proof you require, I consent.

Sir George.

Thank you.—And it is for double or quit.—Thank you. She shuffles and cuts.

Sir George.

Ay, it will be mine—thank you.—I shall be the winner—thank you. He cuts—then tears the cards and throws them on the floor. Destraction!—Furies of the blackest kind conspire against me, and all their serpents are in my heart.— Cruel, yet beloved woman! Could you thus abuse and take advantage of the madness of my situation?

Lady Caroline.

Your misfortunes, my dear Sir George—make you blind.

Sir George.

Taking her again aside. No, they have rather opened my eyes, and have shown me what you are.—Still an object I adore; but I now perceive you are one to my ruin devoted.—If any other intention had directed you, would you have thus decoyed me to my folly?—You know my proneness to play, your own likelihood of success, and have palpably allured me to my destruction. Un¦grateful woman, you never loved me, but taught me to believe so, in order to partake of my prodigality. —Do not be suspicious, madam; the debt shall be discharged within a week.

Lady Caroline.

With the utmost indifference. That will do, sir—I depend upon your word; and that will do. Exit curtsying.

Sir George.

Ungrateful—cruel—she is gone without giving me one hope.—She even insults—despises me.

Mr. Lucre.

Coming forward Indeed, my dear friend, I compassionate your ill luck most feelingly; and yet I am nearly as great an object of compassion on this occasion as yourself; for I have not won a single guinea of all your losses: if I had, why I could have borne your misfortune with some sort of patience.

Lady Bridget.

My dear Sir George, your situation affects me so extremely, I cannot stay a moment longer in your presence. Goes to the door and returns. But you may depend upon my prayers.

Exit.

Lord Hazard.

Sir George, if I had any consolation to offer, it should be at your service—but you know— you are convinced—I have merely a sufficiency of consolation—that is, of friends and of money to support myself in the rank of life I hold in the world. For without that—without that rank—I sincerely wish you a good morning.

Exit LORD HAZARD.

Sir George.

Good morning.

The company by degrees all steal out of the room, except Mr. LUCRE.

Sir George.

Looking around. Where are all my guests?—the greatest part gone without a word in condolence, and the rest torturing me with insulting wishes. Here! behold! here is the sole reliance which I have prepared for the hour of misfortune; and what is it?—words—compliments—desertion —and from those, whose ingratitude makes their neglect still more poignant. Turns and perceives Mr. LUCRE. Lucre, my dear Lucre, are not you amazed at what you see?

Mr. Lucre.

No, not at all—'tis the way of the world—we caress our acquaintances whilst they are happy and in power, but if they fall into misfortune, we think we do enough if we have the good nature to pity them.

Sir George.

And are you one of these friends?

Mr. Lucre.

I am like the rest of the world.—I was in the number of your flatterers; but at present you have none—for you may already perceive, we are grown sincere.

Sir George.

But have not you a thousand times desired me, in any distress, to prove you?

Mr. Lucre.

And you do prove me now, do you not? —Heaven bles• you. Shaking hands with him. I shall always have a regard for you—but for any thing farther—I scorn professions which I do not mean to keep. Going.

Sir George.

Nay, but Lucre! consider the anguish in which you leave me!—consider, that to be forsaken by my friends is more affecting than the loss of all my fortune. Though you have nothing else to give me, yet give me your company.

Mr. Lucre.

My dear friend I cannot. Reflect that I am under obligations to you—so many indeed that I am ashamed to see you—I am naturally bashful; and do not be surprised if I should never have the confidence to look you in the face again. Exit.

Sir George.

This is the world, such as I have heard it described, but not such as I could ever believe it to be.—But I forgive—I forget all the world except Lady Caroline—here ingratitude fastens to my heart and drives me to despair. She, on whom I have squandered so much—she, whom I loved—and whom I still love, spite of her perfidy!

Enter BLUNTLY.

Well, Bluntly—behold the friendship of the friends I loved! This morning I was in prosperity and had many—this night I am ruined, and I have not one.

Bluntly.

Ruined, sir?

Sir George.

Totally: and shall be forced to part with every thing I possess to pay the sum I owe.— Of course, I shall part with all my servants—and do you endeavour to find some other place.

Bluntly.

But first, sir,—permit me to ask a favour of you?

Sir George.

A favour of me? I have no favours now to grant.

Bluntly.

I beg your pardon, sir—you have one— and I entreat it on my knees.

Sir George.

What would you ask of me?

Bluntly.

To remain along with you still.—I will never quit you; but serve you for nothing, to the last moment of my life.

Sir George.

I have then one friend left. Embracing him And never will I forget to acknowledge the obligation.

Enter BLACKMAN.

Blackman.

Pardon me—sir—I beg ten thousand pardons—pray excuse me▪ In the most servile manner, for entering before I sent to know if you were at leisure—but your attendants are all ••st asleep on the chairs of your antichamber.—I could not wake a soul—and I imagined you yourself were not yet up.

Sir George.

On the contrary, I have not yet been in bed. And when I do go there, I wi•h never to rise from it again.

Blackman.

Has any thing unexpected happened▪

Sir George.

Yes.—That I am ruined—inevitably ruined—Behold Shewing the cards the only wreck of my fortune.

Blackman.

Starting Lost all your fortune?

Sir George.

All I am worth—and as much more as I am worth.

BLACKMAN draws a chair, sits dawn with great familiarity, and stares SIR GEORGE rudely in the face.

Blackman.

Lost all you are worth? He, he, he, he! Laughs maliciously. Pretty news, truly! Why then I suppose I have lost great part of what I am worth? all which you are indebted to me?—However there is a way yet to retrieve you. But—please to desire your servant to leave the room.

Sir George.

Bluntly, leave us a moment. Exit BLUNTLY. Well, Mr. Blackman, what is this grand secret?

Blackman.

Why, in the state to which you have reduced yourself, there is certainly no one hope for you, but in that portion, that half of your fortune, which the will of your father keeps you out of.

Sir George.

But how am I to obtain it? The lawyer in whose hands it is placed, will not give it up, without being insured from any future demand by some certain proofs.

Blackman.

And suppose I should search, and find proofs? Suppose I have them already by me? —But upon this occasion, you must not only rely implicitly on what I say, but it is necessary you should say the same yourself.

Sir George.

If you advance no falsehood, I cannot have any objection.

Blackman.

Falsehood!—falsehood—I apprehend, Sir George, you do not consider, that there is a particular construction put upon words and phrases in the practice of the law, which the rest of the world, out of that study, are not clearly acquainted with. For instance, falsehood with us, is not exactly what it is with other people.

Sir George.

How! Is truth, immutable truth, to be corrupted and confounded by men of the law?

Blackman.

I was not speaking of truth—that, we have nothing to do with.

Sir George.

I, must not say so, however, sir.— And in this crisis of my sufferings, it is the only comfort, the only consolatory reflection left me, that truth and I, will never separate.

Blackman.

Stick to your truth—but confide in me as usual.—You will go with me, then, to Mr. Manly, your father's lawyer, and corroborate all that I shall say?

Sir George.

Tell me, but what you intend to say?

Blackman.

I can't do that. In the practice of the law, we never know what we intend to say—and therefore our blunders, when we make them, are in some measure excusable—and if I should chance to make a blunder or two, I mean any trivial mistake, when we come before this lawyer, you must promise not to interfere, or in any shape contradict me.

Sir George.

A mere lapse of memory, I have nothing to do with.

Blackman.

And my memory grows very bad; therefore you must not disconcert me.

Sir George.

Come, let us begone—I am ready to go with you this moment.

Blackman.

I must first go home, and prepare a few writings.

Sir George.

But call to mind that I rely upon your honour.

Blackman.

Do you think Bluntly, your servant, is an honest man?

Sir George.

I am sure he is.

Blackman.

Then, to quiet your fears, I will take him along with us; and you will depend on what he shall say, I make no doubt?

Sir George.

I would stake my being upon his veracity.

Blackman.

Call him in, then, and bid him do as I command him.

Sir George.

Here, Bluntly. Enter BLUNTLY. Mr. Blackman has some business with you—listen to him with attention, and follow his directions.

Exit.

Blackman.

You know, I suppose, the perilous situation of your master?

BLUNTLY shakes his head, and wipes his eyes.

Blackman.

Good fellow! good fellow!—and you would, I dare say, do any thing to rescue him from the misery with which he is surrounded?

Bluntly.

I would lay down my life.

Blackman.

You can do it for less. Only put on a black coat, and the business is done.

Bluntly.

What's that all? Oh! if I can save him by putting on a black coat, I'll go buy mourning, and wear it all my life.

Bla•kman.

There's a good fellow. I sincerely thank you for this attachment to your master.

Shaking him by the hand.

Bluntly.

My dear Blackman, I beg your pardon for what I am going to say; but as you behave thus friendly on this unfortunate occasion, I must confess to you—that till now I always hated you—I could not bear the sight of you.—For I thought you (I wish I may die if I did not) one of the greatest rogues in the world. I fancied you only waited on, and advised my master to make your market of him.— But now your attention to him in his distress, when all his friends have forsaken him, is so kind—Heaven bless you—Heaven bless you—I'll go buy a black coat.

Going.

Blackman.

I have something more to say to you.— When you have put on this coat, you must meet your master and meat Mr Manley's, the lawyer; and when we are all there, you must mind and say, exactly what I say.

Bluntly.

And what will that be?

Blackman.

Oh! something.

Bluntly.

I have no objection to say something— but I hope you won't make me say any thing.

Blackman.

You seem to doubt me once more, sir?

Bluntly.

No, I am doubling you now for the first time; for I always thought I was certain before.

Blackman.

And will you not venture to say yes, and no, to what I shall advance?

Bluntly.

Why—I think I may venture to say yes to your no, and no to your yes, with a safe conscience.

Blackman.

If you do not instantly follow me and do all that I shall propose, your master is ruined.— Would you see him dragged to prison?

Bluntly.

No, I would sooner go myself.

Blackman.

Then why do you stand talking about a safe conscience. Half my clients would have been ruined if I had shewn my zeal as you do. Conscience indeed! Why, this is a matter of law, to serve your master in his necessity.

Bluntly.

I have heard necessity has no law—but if it has no conscience, it is a much worse thing than I took it for.—No matter for that—come along.—Oh my poor master!—I would even tell a lie to save him. Exeunt.

SCENE II. A lawyer's study.

MR. MANLY discovered at his writing-desk—a Servant attending.

Manly.

Who do you say wants to speak with me?

Servant.

Mr. Lucre, sir.

Manly.

And who else?

Servant.

A person who says his name is Wilford, he looks as if he came from the country, and seems in mean circumstances.

Manly.

Shew him to me directly. And take Mr. Lucre, or any other person of fashion that may call, to my clerks. Exit Servant. But for the poor, let them be under my protection.

Enter WILFORD and ELEANOR.

Manly.

Come in—walk in, and let me know what I can do to serve you.

Wilford.

I deposited, sir, in your clerk's hands, a sum of money to set me free from confinement for debt.—On his word, I was discharged—he owns he has not yet paid away this money, still he refuses to restore it to me, though in return I again render up my person.

Manly

And why would you do this?

Wilford.

Because my honour—I mean my conscience—for that's the poor man's honour—is concerned.

Manly.

Explain yourself.

Wilford.

A son of mine, received this sum I speak of, and thought it given him; while it was only meant as a purchase—a purchase of what we had no right to sell—and therefore it must be restored to the owner.

Manly.

And who is he?

Wilford

Sir George Splendorville—I suppose you have heard of him?

Manly.

He, you mean, who by the desire of his father's will, lately changed his name from Blandford?

Wilford.

Sir!

Manly.

The name, which some part of the family, while reduced, had taken.

Wilford.

Good Heaven! Is there such a circumstance in his story?

Manly.

Why do you ask with such emotion?

Wilford

Because he is the man, in search of whom I left my habitation in the country, to present before him a destitute young woman, a near relation.

Manly.

What relation?—Be particular in your answer.

Wilford.

A sister.

Manly.

I thank you for your intelligence. You have named a person who for those three years past, I have in vain endeavoured to find.—But did you say she was in poverty?

Wilford.

I did.

Manly.

I give you joy then—for I have in my possession a deed which conveys to a lost daughter of Sir George's father, the other half of the fortune he bequeathed his son—but as yet, all my endeavours have been in vain to find where she, and an uncle, to whose care she was entrusted in her infancy, are retired.

Wilford.

Tu•ning to ELEANOR. Now, Eleanor, arm yourself with fortitude—with fortitude to bear not the frowns, but the smiles of fortune. Be humble, collected, and the same you have ever been, while I for the first time inform you—you are not my daughter.—And from this gentleman's intelligence add, you are rich—you are the deceased Blandford's child, and Splendorville's sister.

Eleanor.

Oh! Heavens! Do I lose a father such as you, to gain a brother such as he is?

Manly.

To WILFORD. There can be no mistake on this occasion—And you, if I am not deceived, are the brother of the late Mr. Blandford. Your looks, your person, your very voice confirms it.

Wilford.

I have writings in my care, shall prove it beyond a doubt; with the whole narrative of our separation when he with his son, then a youth, embarked for India; where I suppose, riches, soon succeeded poverty.

Enter SERVANT.

Servant.

Lady Caroline Seymour, sir, is at the door in her carriage, and will not be denied admittance. She says she must see you upon some very urgent business.

Manly.

To WILFORD and ELEANOR. Will you do me the favour to step for a moment into this room? Lady Caroline will not stay long. I'll not detain you. Exit WILFORD and ELEANOR.

Enter LADY CAROLINE.

Lady Caroline.

Dear Mr. Manly, I haven a thousand apologies to make—And yet I am sure you will excuse the subject of my visit, when you consider—

Manly.

Your ladyship will please to sit down.

He draws chairs and they sit.

Lady Caroline.

You cannot be ignorant, Mr. Manly—you must know, the terms of acquaintance on which Sir George Splendorville and I have been, for some time past?—you were his father's agent; his chief solicitor; and although you are not employed by Sir George, yet the state of his affairs cannot not be concealed from you—Has he, or has he not, any inheritance yet to come?

Manly.

Pardon me, madam—though not entrusted by Sir George, I will, nevertheless, keep his secrets.

Lady Caroline.

That is plainly telling me he is worth nothing.

Manly.

By no means—Sir George, in spite of his profusion, must still be rich. He has preserved his large estate in Wales; and as to money, I do not doubt but he has a considerable sum.

Lady Caroline.

Not a guinea. I won it all from him last night.

Manly.

You? You, who are to become his wife?

Lady Caroline.

I might, had I not—been thus fortunate. But why should I marry him, when his riches are mine, without that ceremony.

Manly.

Inconsiderate man!—what will be the end of his imprudence! Yet, Heaven be praised! he has still that fine estate, I just now mentioned.

Lady Caroline.

Indeed he has not—that has belonged to me these three months.

Manly.

To you!

Lady Caroline.

Yes—Bought for me under another name by agents; and for half its value.

Manly.

Madman!—Yet your ladyship must excuse me. I know your income stinted, and all the death of the Earl, your father, where could you raise sufficient to make even half the purchase?

Lady Caroline.

From Splendorville's own prodigality—from lavish presents made to me by him.

Enter SERVANT.

Servant.

Sir George Splendorville, sir, desires to speak with you—he is at the door with Mr. Blackman.

Lady Caroline.

Oh Heavens! do not let him see me here. She is hastening to the room where WILLFORD and his daughter are.

Manly

I have company there—walk in here, if you please. Shows her another door and she enters.

Manly.

To the servant. Desire Sir George to walk in.

Enter Sir GEORGE and BLACKMAN.

Manly.

Sir George, do me the favour to sit down.

He looks coolly on BLACKMAN, and pointing to a chair says Good morning. They sit.

Sir George.

Mr. Manly, my attorney will let you know the business on which I am come.

Blackman.

Why yes, Mr. Manly, it is extremely hard that Sir George has for so long a time been kept out of a very large part of his fortune; particularly, as he has had occasion for it.

Sir George.

I have had occasion for it I assure you Mr. Manly; and I have occasion for it at this very time.

Mr. Manly.

But so may the person, sir, from whom you would take it. In a word, Sir George, neither your lawyer nor you, shall prevail on me to give up the trust reposed in me by your father, without certain evidence, that your sister will never come to make her claim.

Blackman.

You are not afraid of ghosts, are you?

Manly

No, nor of robbers either:—you cannot frighten me, Mr. Blackman.

Blackman.

Then depend upon it, the sister of Sir George can never appear in any other manner than as a spirit. For, here, sir, taking from his pocket a parcel of papers here are authentic letters to prove her death. SIR GEORGE looks confused

Manly.

Her death!

Blackman.

Yes, her death. Here is a certificate from the curate of the parish in which she was buried.

Manly.

Buried too!

Blackman.

Yes, sir, buried. Here is also an affidavit from the sexton of the said village, signed bys the overseer and churchwardens, testifying the fame. —You see, shewing him the paper, and reading at the same time "Died Anno Domini, one thousand seven hundred and eighty-nine, the seventeenth of June —

Mr. MANLY takes the paper, and while he is reading, SIR GEORGE says apart —

Sir George.

How near to the brink of infamy has my imprudence led me! And s'death, my confusion takes from me the power to explain, and expose the scoundrel.

Mr. Manly, I will leave you for the present; but you shall hear from me shortly,—when this matter shall be accounted for clearly—perfectly to your satisfaction, you may depend upon it.— Going.

Manly.

Stay, Sir George, and—

Blackman.

Aye, Sir George, stay and see Mr. Manly's ••jections wholly removed. He seems to doubt the evidence of paper; I must, therefore, beg leave to produce a living witness—the gentleman whom I appointed to meet me here.

Manly.

And who is he?

Blackman.

The apothecary, who attended Sir George's sister in her dying illness.

Sir GEORGE starts.

Manly.

Desire him to walk in by all means. What is the matter, Sir George, you look discomposed?

Blackman.

Sir George is something nervous, Mr. Manly; and you know the very name of a medical gentleman, will affect the nerves of some people.

BLACKMAN goes to the door, and leads on BLUNTLY, dressed in mourning.

Sir George.

Aside Bluntly!—But I will see the end of this.

Manly.

Bowing to him You are an apothecary, I think, sir?

BLUNTLY looks at BLACKMAN

Blackman.

Yes, sir.

Bluntly.

After seeming inclined to say, No. Yes, sir.

Manly.

Pray sir, what disorder took the young lady, on whose account you have been brought hither, out of the world?

BLUNTLY looks at BLACKMAN

Blackman.

Oh! the old disorder, I suppose.

Bluntly.

The old disorder.

Manly.

And pray wh•t may that be, sir? BLACKMAN offers to reply Mr. Blackman, please to let this gentleman speak for himself.—What is it you mean, pray sir, by the old disorder?

Bluntly.

I—I—mean—Love, sir,

Manly.

You will not pretend to say, that love, was the cause of her death?

Bluntly.

Confused and hesitating That—and a few •its of the gout

Manly.

I fear, sir, you are not in perfect health yourself—you tremble and look very pale.

Blackman.

That is because the subject affects him.

Manly.

Do you then never mention the young lady without being affected?

Bluntly.

Never, sir—for had you seen her as I did—um—Had you seen her—She was in very great danger from the first; but after I attended her, she was in greater danger still.—I advised a physician to be called in; on which she grew worse.—We had next a consultation of physicians; and then it was all over with her.

Sir George.

Rising from his chair Blackman, this is too much—all my calamities are inferior to this —Desist, therefore, or—

Blackman.

To Bluntly Desist—He cannot bear to hear the pathetic description. Consider the lady was his sister—and though he had not the pleasure of knowing her—yet, poor thing— affecting to weep —poor young woman! he cannot help lamenting her lose.

Bluntly.

No more can I—for though she was not my relation—yet she was my Patient. pretending to weep also.

Sir George.

I can bear no more.—Mr. Manly, you are imposed upon. But think not, however appearances may be against me, that I came here as the tool of so infamous a deceit.—Thoughtlessness, Mr. Manly, has embarrassed my circumstances; and thoughtlessness alone, has made me employ a villain to retrieve them.

Blackman.

Mighty fine!

Sir George.

I have no authority, sir, to affirm, that my sister is not alive; and I am confident the account you have just now heard, of her death, is but an artifice. My indiscretions have reduced me nearly to beggary; but I will perish in confinement—cheerfully perish—rather than owe my affluence to one dishonourable action.

Blackman.

Grief has turned his brain.

Manly.

Sir George, I honour your feelings; and as for the feelings of these gentlemen, I am extremely happy, that it is in my power to dry up their tears, and calm all their sorrows.

Sir George.

Sir!

Blackman.

How? In what way?

Manly.

Going to the door where WILFORD and his niece are Come forth, young lady, to the arms of a brother, and relieve the anguish of these mourners, who are lamenting your decase. ELEANOR and WILLFORD enter —Yes, Sir George, here is that sister, whom those gentlemen assure us, is dead;— and this is the brother of your father.—These are proofs, as convincing, I hope, as any Mr. Blackman can produce.

Sir George.

She, my sister! Her pretended father my uncle too! Aside Blackman, you would have plunged me into an anguish I never knew before; you would have plunged me into shame.

Bluntly.

And so you have me.

Blackman.

Pshaw.—Mr. Manly, notwithstanding you are these people's voucher, this appears but a scheme.—These persons are but adventurers, and may possibly have about them forgeries, such as an honest man, like myself, would shudder at.

Manly.

Going to the door. Who's there? Enter Servant. Shew that—that Mr. Blackman, out of my house instantly; and take care you never admit him again.

Blackman.

Sir George, will you suffer this?

Sir George.

Aye, and a great deal more.

Bluntly.

Look'ee Blackman.—If you don't fall down upon your knees, and beg my pardon at the street door, for the trick you have put upon me, in assuring me my master's sister was really dead, and that I could do her no injury, by doing him a service —if you don't beg my pardon for this, I'll give you such an assault and battery as you never had to do with in your life.

Blackman.

Beat me—do, beat me—I'll thank you for beating me—I'd be beat every hour of the day, to recover damages. Exit with BLUNTLY.

Sir George.

My sister—with the sincerest joy I call you by that name—and while I thus embrace you, offer you a heart, that beats with all the pure and tender affection, which our kindred to each other claims—In you embracing his uncle I behold my father; and experience an awful fear, mingled with my regard.

Wilford.

Continue still that regard, and even that fear—these filial sentiments may prove important; and they shall ever be repaid with my paternal watchings, friendship, and love.

Eleanor.

My brother—

Sir George.

I have been unworthy of you—I will be so no more, but imitate your excellence. Yet when I reflect—

LADY CAROLINE comes softly from the inner apartment, and attends to the discourse.

Eleanor.

My brother, do not imagine—

Sir George.

Leave me, leave me to all the agonies of my misconduct — Where is my fortune? Now all irrecoverably gone—My last, my only resource is now to be paid to another—I have lost every thing.

Lady Caroline.

Coming forward. No, Sir George, nothing—since I possess all that was yours.

Sir George.

How!

Lady Caroline.

Behold a friend in your necessities —a mistress whom your misfortunes cannot drive away —but who, experiencing much of your unkindness, still loves you; and knowing your every folly, will still submit to honour, and obey you.

I received your lavish presents, but to hoard them for you—made myself mistress of your fortune, but to return it to you—and with it, all my own.

Sir George.

Can this be real? Can I be raised in one moment, from the depths of misery to unbounded happiness?

Enter SERVANT.

Servant.

A young man, who says he is Mr. Willford's son, is called to enquire for him.

Manly.

Shew him in.

SIR GEORGE and LADY CAROLINE retire to the back part of the stage.

Enter HENRY.

Wilford.

Come, Henry, and take leave of your sister for ever.

Henry.

How so, sir?—What do you mean? To be parted from her, would be the utmost rigour of fortune.

Manly.

The affection with which you speak, young gentleman, seems to convey something beyond mere brotherly love.

Wilford.

I some years since revealed to him she was not his sister.

Eleanor.

And he, some years since, implied it to me. Yet, in such doubtful terms, I knew not which of us had the sorrow not to be your child.—I now find it is myself—and I aver it to be a sorrow, for which, all the fortune I am going to possess will not repay me.

Sir George.

Then, my dearest sister, indulge the hope you may yet be his daughter. This young man's merit deserves a reward, and in time he may learn to love you by a still nearer tie than that, you have so long known to exist between you; nay, even by a nearer tie than that of brother.

Henry.

I am in doubt or what I hear—Eleanor, since our short separation, there cannot surely have been any important discovery—

Manly.

Be not surprised—great discoveries, which we labour in vain for years to make, are frequently brought about in one lucky moment, without any labour at all.

Sir George.

True—for till this day arose, I had passed every hour since my birth, without making one discovery to my advantage—while this short, but propitious morning, has discovered to me—how to be in future happy.

EPILOGUE,

BY T. VAUGHAN, ESQ.

SPOKEN BY MRS. KEMBLE.

"LONG before the beginng of this Play,"

I heard some DEEP ones in the Green Room, say,

They had their fears and doubts—whilst some did quake—

And others wish'd it bed-time for her sake.

Do you, our best Physicians, ever kind,

Prescribe our true Cephalic for the Mind,

Of these our Neighbours, and kind Friends—behind,

And with it, give a cordial of the best,

To one, with deepest Gratitude imprest.

For some there are—I have them in my eye—

Will sicken and turn pale with jealousy,

Whene'er we scribbling Women wield the Pen,

Or dare invade the Rights of scribbling Men;

And fir'd with zeal, in dread array appear—

With Tenets from the learned Hemisphere;

Thence cry (kind Souls) "Invention is the only Art,

"And mere Translation but a second Part;

"Besides—we Men of Taste—can ne'er withstand

"E'en Nature's GARRICK thus at second Hand!

"Then why do Comic Writers live on Theft,

"When such Ragouts and Dainties still are le•t?

"Not richer were, in CONGREVE's day• 〈◊〉 BEHN,

"For now, the Males are Females—Women, Men—

"Nay some so manly, and so orthodox,

"Will drive you four in Hand—or h•ld the Box;

"And if perchance the fatal Die is thrown,

"Will storm and swear, like any Lord in Town."

But might I whisper in this Censor's ear,

I'd prove his observations too severe—

And urge—"Translation to hit off with skill,

"Is not the province of each common Quill;

"But by improving what was writ before,

"Tho' Genius may be less, our Judgment's more;

"And whilst we paint with energy from Life,

"The gallant Husband, or more gallant Wife,

"With Tints from living Portraits from the Spot,

"It matters not by whom related—or begot;

"And thus, much surer shall we reach the Heart,

"Than all the lifeless pomp of boasted Art."

As such, deny her not—at least the merit

Of giving Gallic Froth—true BRITISH SPIRIT.

And as for you, ye Fair, how blooms the Cheek,

How sweet the Temper which those eyes bespeak?

No Midnight Oil has e'er destroy'd a Grace,

Or Gaming's Horrors found with you a place;

But Cupid lent you all those winning Arts,

Which at a glance—can warm the coldest Hearts.

Check then with me these Censors as unjust,

Who form their judgments—as they live—on Trust.

Nor ever credit what they dare to say,

Unless with you they join, and like our Play.

Use for a signal then—your Magic Fan,

And all the House will follow to a Man;

Or should there be a disaffected few—

A Counter Revolution—rests with you.

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Next door neighbours; a comedy: in three acts. From the French dramas L'indigent & Le dissipateur. As performed at the Theatre-Royal, Hay-Market. By Mrs. Inchbald.

Inchbald, Mrs., 1753-1821.

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— Next door neighbours; a comedy: in three acts. From the French dramas L'indigent & Le dissipateur. As performed at the Theatre-Royal, Hay-Market. By Mrs. Inchbald., Inchbald, Mrs., 1753-1821.. [8],61,[3]p. ; 12⁰. Dublin :: printed for Messrs. P. Byrne, W. Sleater, J. Moore, J. Rice, J. Halpen [and 8 others in Dublin],. 1791.. ['L'indigent' is by Louis Sébastien Mercier, and 'Le dissipateur' by Philippe Néricault-Destouches.] [With a half-title and a final leaf of epilogue.] [Reproduction of original from the British Library.] [English Short Title Catalog, ESTCT20770.] [Electronic data. Farmington Hills, Mich. : Thomson Gale, 2003. Page image (PNG). Digitized image of the microfilm version produced in Woodbridge, CT by Research Publications, 1982-2002 (later known as Primary Source Microfilm, an imprint of the Gale Group).]

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