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And to whom shall I speak in your favor?

Lofty.

To a lady with whom you have great interest, I assure you: Miss Richland.

Honeywood.

Miss Richland!

Lofty.

Yes, Miss Richland. She has struck the blow up to the hilt in my bosom, by Jupiter.

Honeywood.

Heavens! was ever any thing more unfortunate! It is too much to be endured.

Lofty.

Unfortunate indeed! And yet I can endure it, till you have opened the affair to her for me. Between ourselves, I think she likes me. I'm not apt to boast,

but I think she does.

Honeywood.

Indeed! But, do you know the person you apply to?

Lofty.

Yes, I know you are her friend and mine: that's enough. To you, therefore, I commit the success of my passion. I'll say no more, let friendship do the rest. I have only to add, that if at any time my little interest can be of service-but, hang it, I'll make no promises--you know my interest is yours at any time. No apologies, my friend, I'll not be answered, it shall [Exit.

be so.

Honeywood.

Open, generous, unsuspecting man! He little thinks that I love her too; and with such an ardent passion !— But then it was ever but a vain and hopeless one : my torment, my persecution: What shall I do! Love, friendship, a hopeless passion, a deserving friend! Love, that has been my tormentor; a friend that has, perhaps, distressed himself, to serve me. It shall be so. Yes, I will discard the fondling hope from my bosom, and exert all my influence in his favor. And yet to see her in the possession of another!-Insupportable! But then to betray a generous, trusting friend!-Worse, worse! Yes, I'm resolved. Let me but be the instrument of their happiness, and then quit a country, where I must for ever despair of finding my own. [Exit.

Enter OLIVIA and GARNET, who carries a Milliner's

Box.

Olivia.

Dear me, I wish this journey were over. No news of Jarvis yet? I believe the old peevish creature delays purely to vex me.

Garnet.

Why, to be sure, madam, I did hear him say, a little snubbing, before marriage, would teach you to bear it the better afterwards.

Olivia.

To be gone a full hour, though he had only to get a bill changed in the city! How provoking!

Garnet.

I'll lay my life, Mr. Leontine, that had twice as much to do, is setting off by this time from his inn; and here you are left behind.

Olivia.

Well, let us be prepared for his coming, however. Are you sure you have omitted nothing, Garnet?

Garnet.

Not a stick, madam-all's here. Yet I wish you could take the white and silver to be married in. It's the worst luck in the world, in any thing but white. I knew one Bett Stubbs, of our town, that was married in red; and, as sure as eggs is eggs, the bridegroom and she had a miff before morning.

Olivia.

No matter. I'm all impatience till we are out òf the house.

Garnet.

Bless me, madam, I had almost forgot the wedding ring!-the sweet little thing-I don't think it would go on my little finger. And what if I put in a gentleman's night-cap in case of necessity, madam? But here's Jarvis.

· Enter JARVIS.

Olivia.

O Jarvis, are you come at last?

We have been

ready this half hour. Now let's be going. Let us fly.

Jarvis.

Aye, to Jericho; for we shall have no going to Scotland this bout, I fancy.

Olivia.

How! what's the matter?

Jarvis.

Money, money, is the matter, madam. We have got no money. What the plague did you send me of your fool's errand for? My master's bill upon the city is not worth a rush. Here it is; Mrs. Garnet may pin up her hair with it.

Olivia.

Undone ! How could Honeywood serve us so! What shall we do? Can't we go without it?

Jarvis.

Go to Scotland without money! To Scotland without money! Lord how some people understand geography! We might as well set sail for Patagonia upon a cork jacket.

Olivia.

Such a disappointment! What a base insincere man was your master, to serve us in this manner? Is this his good nature?

Jarvis.

Nay, don't talk ill of my master, madam. I won't bear to hear any body talk ill of him but myself.

Garnet.

Bless us! now I think on't, madam, you need not be under any uneasiness: I saw Mr. Leontine receive forty guineas from his father just before he set out, and he can't yet have left the inn. A short letter will reach him there.

Olivia.

Well remember'd, Garnet; I'll write immediately. How's this! Bless me, my hand trembles so, I can't write a word. Do you write, Garnet; and, upon second thought, it will be better from you.

Garnet.

Truly, madam, I write and indite but poorly. I never was kute at my learning. But I'll do what I can to please you. Let me see. All out of my own head, I suppose?

Whatever you please.

Olivia.

Garnet,

(Writing.) Muster Croaker-Twenty guineas,

madam?

Olivia.

Aye, twenty will do.

Garnet.

At the bar of the Talbot till call'd for. Expedi tion-Will be blown up-All of a flame-Quick dis

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