Your son Charles, it seems, is in love with Harriet, lawyer Scout's daughter.-Now, I believe Sheepface's wife would hush up matters, provided you'll consent to the match. Snarl. Consent! Why I suppose I must, in order to save myself from further expense. A very pretty day's work I've made on't, truly. Enter SCOUT, R. with bond. Scout. Here, your worship, I've filled up a bond, in order that he may sign whatever is agreed to. How d'ye do, neighbour Snarl? I always cut my coat Snarl. According to my cloth. Just. Come, come, sign! sign! [Crossing to Snarl. [Signs the bond. Enter CHARLES and SHREPFACE, L Snarl. Hey day! What the plague ! are you not dead? Sheep. No: your worship could never beat such a thing into my head. Charles. Dear sir, don't be angry; Sheepface has done nothing but by my directions; and I hope you will not only forgive him, but enable me, by your future generosity, to provide for ourselves henceforward. Sheep. Do take back one of your best sheep. Scout. Well, as we have settled our own affairs thus far, we must now appeal to the Tribunal, and humbly ask their permission for the VILLAGE LAWYER to continue in practice. THE END. DISPOSITION OF THE CHARACTERS AT THE FALL OF THE CURTAIN. JUSTICE. SCOUT. SNARL. CHARLES. SHEEPFACE. R.] [L. Charles S. What, my old guardian !-What, turn inquisitor, and take evidence incog.? O, fie! O, fie! Act IV. Scene 3. Costume. SIR PETER.-Salmon-coloured velvet coat, and breeches trimmed with silver, white satin waistcoat, silver button-holes, &c. white silk stockings, shoes, buckles, lace ruffles, &c. SIR OLIVER.-Brown coat and waistcoat, embroidered buttonholes, black satin breeches, silk stockings; shoes, buckles, threecornered hat, brown camlet great coat, with embroidered buttonholes. Second dress: camlet drab great coat. JOSEPH.-Blue coat, white waistcoat, black pantaloons, black silk stockings, and pumps. CHARLES.-Green coat, white waistcoat, light breeches, white silk stockings, dress shoes. CRABTREE.-Purple silk velvet coat, lined with blue satin, white silk stockings; satin waistcoat, einbroidered satin breeches. BACKBITE.-Fashionable green coat, white and crimson waistcoats, flesh-coloured breeches, and silk stockings, pumps and opera hat. ROWLEY.-Great coat, black breeches and waistcoat; grey camlet great coat. MOSES.-Black velvet coat, waistcoat and breeches, trimmed with narrow gold lace; black stockings, shoes and buckles. CARELESS.-Black pantaloons, black silk stockings, and pumps, white waistcoat, and black coat. SIR HARRY-Blue coat, white waistcoat, black pantaloous. TRIP.-Handsome livery. SNAKE.-Black coat, waistcoat and trowsers, silk stockings, and pumps. JOSEPH'S SERVANT.-Plain blue coat, yellow waistcoat and breeches, white stockings, and shoes. LADY TEAZLE.-Elegant white gauze dress, handsomely worked with silver flowers, white satin petticoat and body; handsome plume of feathers. MARIA.-White satin dress, with black trimming. LADY SNEERWELL.-White dress, neatly trimmed. MRS. CANDOUR.-White satin petticoat and body, handsome flowered gauze dress over. Written by Mr. Garrick. A SCHOOL for Scandal! tell me, I beseech you, Needs there a school this modish art to teach you? No need of lessons now, the knowing think; We might as well be taught to eat and drink. Caused by a dearth of scandal, should the vapours Distress our fair ones-let them read the papers; Their powerful mixtures such disorders hit; Crave what you will-there's quantum sufficit. "Lord!" cries my Lady Wormwood (who loves tattle, And puts much salt and pepper in her prattle), Just ris'n at noon, all night at cards when threshing Strong tea and scandal-" Bless me, how refreshing! "Give me the papers, Lisp-how bold and free! (sips) "Last night Lord L. (sips) was caught with Lady D. "For aching heads what charming sol volatile! (sips) "" If Mrs. B. will still continue flirting, "We hope she'll DRAW, or we'll UNDRAW the curtain. "Fine satire, poz-in public all abuse it, "But, by ourselves, (sips) our praise we can't refuse it. "Now, Lisp, read you there, at that dash and star :" "Yes, ma'am-A certain lord had best beware, "Who lives not twenty miles from Grosvenor Square; "For should he Lady W. find willing, "Wormwood is bitter"—" Oh! that's me, the villain! So strong, so swift, the monster there's no gagging: Till every drop of blood-that's ink-is spilt for you. |