to in the ftreet this morning when you did me the honor of (lifts up his leg)—that very ladJacob his name, I left here in Antwerp, as honeft a boy-But here, Sir, I find him on my coming home, an errant thief-about an hour ago Sir thinking of no more harm than a babe, fays I to myself, I think I'll fhave; taking up my razor in the right hand

Quin. What's all this to the picture?

Otho. Yes, Sir, at that inftant, Sir, in came this rogue Jacob

Enter JACOB.

Opens his villainous fcheme
Jacob. Oho!

Otho. But fays I, pushing him out, as I might this young man; go away, fays I, for this may be a hanging matter. (pushes Jacob out) And to be fure, to get him fafe out of the house I was refolv'd to follow him; thinking it beft to get off, I mean to get him off, fo, I-went-out-down -getting to the door by degrees) [Exit. fuddenly.

Dip. (after a pause) Well? Eh! he is down (looks out) and I fancy out too.

Al. Ha, ha, ha,-what father, was it Otho you've been telling me of?

Dip. I don't know what you mean by Othobut that is the Cathedral painter, infide and outfide.

Al. Ha, ha, ha!-Why Sir-this ( pointing to Quintin)-this is my friend.

Dip. What, are you the painter of this picture? (Quintin bows) Oh this is fomething like the fonin-law I wifh'd for-Enough-my daughter is your's.

Al.

Al. Floris, I give you joy-as my fifter fuppofes you to be her lover Quintin, you've no difficulty there.

Quin. She's right Albert, I now banish the idea with fcorn of obtaining her by a fraud, tho' without her I cannot exift-I am really her lover, Quintin Matfys.

Al. How!

Quin. My dear Albert, I found by your pride of birth your prejudice fo ftrong againft me, that I judged as myfelf, your confent I never fhould obtain-Therefore excufe the deception, I

Dip. Never mind him, fay fomething to me.

Quin. (turning to Dipembeck) Sir, when but a poor blacksmith, forgetting my humble station, I afpired to your daughter's heart-you, Sir, declared you'd give her to none but a painter.Love lent me induftry to apply, genius to excel, and the hope that my Adela might be one day the bright reward, fweeten'd all my labours.

Dip. Then you fhall never lofe by a truth, what you might have gained by a falfehoodYou deferve my daughter, and you fhall have her.

Enter ADELA and DUNDERman.

Here Adela-take your blackfinith.

Adela. My dear Quintin-my kind father! Dun. I fmoke dis affair. (puts his pipe in his mouth)

Dip. Then go fmoke fomewhere else?

Al. Quintin, I bluth for my ridiculous pride, and fhall now think myself honor'd by your alliance.

Dip. Ha, ha, ha!-this is ftrange-fo you threw by the hammer and took up the pencil,but with your leave, your picture here I'll prefent to an English nobleman now in Antwerp, who is collecting pictures for Windfor castle.

Quin. And as love could change a blacksmith into a painter, let lovers of fucceeding ages, when they look on my picture of the mifers, fay with the Painter of Antwerp: Love overcomes all things.

THE END.