Mrs. Mortimer (holding him). Stay-fpare me but a moment-you've been deceiv'd.

Mortimer. I have!-I have!-and left I should relapfe, and be again deluded-But fee! an evidence appears to roufe my pride and to confirm your guilt.

Enter SAMBO baftily, and with a paper in his hand.

Sambo. Oh, ma'am !-I'm juft come from my mafter, and pheugh! (fanning himself with his hat.) Mortimer. Speak, Sambo-were you not witness of her falfehood?

Sambo. Softly, fir, and I'll tell you all about it— pheugh!-you must know my mafter was taken fuddenly ill, and fent me for a physician-but I refused to go :-fays I, "Sir, the natives of my country are "all very healthy, and for two fimple reasons-first, "because we've no doctors, and next because we've "no fuch enlightened diforders as ingratitude, falfe "friendship, feduction!-thefe," fays I, " play the "devil with a man's conftitution."

Mortimer. Well! and what then, fir.

Sambó. Then he grew worse, and asked me to prescribe for him, and I did!-Do&tor Sambo drew up this prefcription, and the pulfe mended, fever leffen'd, and the countenance exhibited that florid bloom which ever refults from thofe excellent medicines, honefty and a good confcience-there, fir, read, only read (giving the paper).

Mortimer (reading)." Sir, Mrs. Mortimer is in

"nocent-fhe has fallen a victim to my vanity and "her aunt's flander-Mifs Gloomy wrote you a "most calumnious letter, and I, believing that she "lov'd me, made others believe it!-but when you "arrived at the inn, fhe not only avowed her love "for you, but fled in purfuit of you.-Sambo will "confirm these facts, and I am ready to make a public acknowledgment of them, or atone for my "crimes in any other way you think proper.— " EDWARD DELVILLE."

Harry. Hark ye, Dick-take a bit of advice from one who has feen a good deal of the world, and don't forget it, my little fellow, as you grow upNever trifle with the feelings of a woman, nor act fo unmanly a part as to become a Perfecutor, where Nature meant you should be a Protector.

Shipwreck, A. 1. Sc. 5.

KING HENRY TO PRINCE JOHN.

O my fon, beware

How you permit your bofom e'er to harbor

The demons of ambition.-Did you know

The fcorpion thoughts that fting a monarch's heart,
When bafe ingratitude, with envious eye
Surveys his pureft actions, and imputes

His beft defigns to tyranny and pride,
You would avoid the fplendid load of empire
As the worst burthen Heaven can lay on man.

Adelaide, A. 1. Sc. t.

AFFABILITY (DANGEROUS.)

AUGUSTA TO FANNY.

Ah, Fanny, when our fuperiors of the other sex condescend to affability, instead of exalting it is for the purpose of degrading us to a ftate of the most pitiable humiliation.

Life's Vagaries, A. 3. Sc. 1.

AFFECTATION.

ABSOLUTE AND ACRES.

Abf. But pray, Bob, I obferve you have got an odd kind of a new method of fwearing

Acres. Ha! ha! you've taken notice of it-'tis genteel, isn't it ?-I didn't invent it myself though; but a commander in our militia-a great fcholar, I

affure you-fays that there is no meaning in the common oaths, and that nothing but their antiquity makes them refpectable ;-becaufe, he fays, the ancients would never ftick to an oath or two, but would fay, by Jove! or by Bacchus! or by Mars! or by Venus! or by Pallas! according to the fentin ent-so that to fwear with propriety, fays my little Major, the oath fhould be an echo to the fenfe ;' and this we call the oath referential, or fentimental fwearing-ha! ha! ha! 'tis genteel, isn't it?

Abf. Very genteel, and very new indeed-and I dare fay will fupplant all other figures of imprecation.

Acres. Aye, aye, the best terms will grow obsolete -Damns have had their day.

Rivals, A, 2. Sc. 1.

AFFECTION (CONJUGAL).

BRONZELY, LORD AND LADY PRIORY.

Bronzely. I entreated your Ladyfhip not to mention to my Lord that I had any thing to communicate, and you gave me a folemn promise you would not.

Lady Priory. Upon my honour, during our whole converfation upon that fubject, you never named my Lord Priory's name.

Bronzely. I charged you to keep what I had to tell you a profound fecret.

Lady Priory. Yes; but I thought you understood I could have no fecrets from my husband.

Bronzely. You promised no one should know it but yourself.

Lady Priory. He is myself.

Lord Priory. How, Mr. Bronzely, did you fuppofe fhe and I were two? Perhaps you did, and that we wanted a third. Well, I quite forgive you for your filly mistake, and laugh at you, ha, ha, ha, as I did at Mr. Mandred.-(feriously)—Did you fuppofe, Sir, we lived like perfons of fashion of the modern time? Did you imagine that a woman of her character could have a wish, a desire, even a thought, a fecret from her husband?

Bronzely. It is amazing to find so much fidelity the reward of tyranny!

Lady Priory. Sir-I fpeak with humility-I would not wish to give offence-(timidly)-But, to the best of my obfervation and understanding, your fex, in respect to us, are all tyrants. I was born to be the flave of fome of you-I make the choice to obey my hufband.

Lord Priory. Yes, Mr. Bronzely; and I believe it is more for her happiness to be my flave, than your friend to live in fear of me, than in love with you. Wives as they Were, A. 4. Sc. 2.