has inveigled you, fome handfome profligate, (the town is full of them ;) and, when once fairly bankrupt in conftitution, as well as fortune, nature no longer ferves as your excufe for being vicious; neceffity, perhaps, will ftand your friend, and you will reform.

Bel. You are fevere.

Stock. It fits me to be fo-it well becomes a father -I would fay a friend-How ftrangely I forget myfelf-How difficult it is to counterfeit indifference, and put a mask upon the heart-I've ftruck him hard; he reddens.

Bel. How could you tempt me fo? had you not inadvertently dropped the name of father, I fear our friendship, fhort as it has been, would fcarce have held me-but even your mistake I reverence-Give me your hand➡'tis over.

Stock. Generous young man-let me embrace you -How fhall I hide my tears? I have been to blame; because I bore you the affection of a father, I rashly took up the authority of one. I ask your pardon -pursue your courfe; I have no right to ftop itWhat would you have me to do with these things?

Bel. This, if I might advife; carry the money to Mifs Rufport immediately; never let generofity wait for its materials; that part of the business preffes. Give me the jewels; I'll find an opportunity of delivering them into her hands; and your vifit may pave the way for my reception.

Stock. Be it fo: good morning to

you.

[Exit.

Farewell

advice! Away he goes upon the wing for pleasure. What various paffions he awakens in me? He pains, yet pleafes me; affrights, offends, yet grows upon my heart. His very failings fet him off-for ever trefpaffing, for ever atoning, I almost think he, would not be so perfect, were he free from fault: I muft diffemble longer; and yet how painful the ex"periment!-Even now he is gone upon fome wild adventure; and who can tell what mifchief may befall him; O Nature, what it is to be a father! Juft fuch a thoughtless headlong thing was I when I beguiled his mother into love.

Weft Indian, A. 3. Sc. 1.

FORTIS TO BARON.

Fortis. To prove to you that I'm not unjust, nor governed by my refentment, I confent that my daughter fhall determine for herfelf-though I muft tell you, Sir, that I believe you'll not make a better husband than a friend !—But even that danger is lefs for her, all things confidered, than the dreadful mifery of having her inclination forced, and being joined to a man fhe does not love.-I love my daughter too well to facrifice her fo. The tendernefs of fathers fhould give bounds to their authority; and we should remember, that Heaven has given us power over our children to be their fupport, and not their tyrants.

Falfe Appearances, A. 5. Sc. 2.

AFFECTION (MATERNAL.)

MRS. ORMOND, (Sola.)

Mrs. Orm. Either Mr. Rivers deceives himself, or the difference must be ftrange between a father's and a mother's feelings! Yes, my loved William, fhould't thou prove unworthy my regard, I think my heart would break with grief; but till it did break, never, oh! furely never, would it feel one fpark of lefs affection for thee.

Eaft Indian, A. 3. Sc. 1.

AFFECTION (FILIAL.)

HASWELL, KEEPER, and ELVIRUS fitting attentively near his old Father, who is afleep.

- Keep. That young man, you fee there, watching. his aged father as he fleeps, by the help of fees gains his admiffion-and he never quits the place, except to go and purchase cordials for the old man, who, (though healthy and ftrong when he firft became a prifoner) is now become ill and languid.

Haf. Are they from Europe?

Keep. No-but defcended from Europeans-fee how the youth holds his father's hand!I have fometimes caught him bathing it with tears.

Haf. I'll fpeak to the young man. [Going to him.
Keep. He will speak as foon as he fees me he has

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fent a petition to the Sultan about his father, and never fails to enquire if a reply is come. [They ap proach-Elvirus farts and comes forward.]

Elv. [To Hafwell] Sir, do you come from the Court? has the Sultan received my humble fupplica tion? Can you tell?-foftly-let not my father hear you speak.

Haf. I come but as a ftranger, to fee the prifon.
Elv. No answer yet, Keeper?

Keep. No-I told you it was in vain to writethey never read petitions fent from prisons-their hearts are hardened to fuch worn-out tales of forrow. [Elvirus turns towards his Father and weeps. Haf. Pardon me, Sir-but what is the request you are thus denied?

Elv. Behold my father! but three months has he been confined here; and yet-unless he breathes a purer air-O, if you have influence at Court, Sir, pray represent what paffes in this dreary prifonwhat paffes in my heart. My fupplication is to remain a prifoner here, while my father, released, shall be permitted to retire to humble life; and never more to take arms in a cause the Sultan may suspect -which engagement broken, my life fhall be the forOr if the Sultan wou'd allow me to ferve him as a foldier

feit.

Haf. You would fight against the party your father fought for?

Elv. [Starting,] No-but in the forefts-or on the defart fands-amongst those slaves who are fent to

battle with the wild Indians-there I wou'd goand earn the boon I afk-or in the mines

Haf. Give me your name-I will, at least, prefent your fuit-and, perhaps

Elv. Sir, do you think it is likely? Joyful hearing!

Haf. Nay, be not too hafty in your hopes-I cannot answer for my fuccefs. [Repeats] "Your father humbly implores to be releafed from prifon-and, "in his ftead, you take his chains-or, for the "Sultan's fervice, fight as a flave, or dig in his "" mines."

Elv. Exactly, Sir-that is the petition- I thank you, Sir.

Keep. You don't know, young man, what it is to dig in mines-or fight against foes, who make their prifoners die by unheard of tortures.

Elv. You do not know, Sir, what it is,-to see a parent fuffer.

Haf. [Writing.] Your name, Sir?

Elv. Elvirus Cafimir..

Haf. Your father's?

Elv. The fame-one who followed agriculture in the fields of Sy mria-but, induced by the call of freedom

Haf. How? have a care.

Elv. No-his fon, by the call of nature, fupplicates his freedom.

Keep. The rebel, you find, breaks out.

Elv. [Afide to the Keeper.] Silence-filence! he