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THE

ME T AMORPHOSES.



COMIC OPERA.

I N
TWO ACTS,

AS IT IS PERFORMED AT THE

THEATRE. ROYAL,

I N T H E

H A y^M A R K E T.

The Music by Mr. Dibdin.

LONDON:
Sold by T. LOWNDES, in Flcet-Street.

MDCCLXXVI.

[Price One Shilling.]



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ADVERTISEMENT.



I Have repeatedly aflured the Public, that they
fhall be faithfully acquainted from whence I
borrow any Materials to work up my \ )ramatic
Trifles. In the Metamorphoses will be found
fome incidents taken from Moliere's Sicilien, par-
ticularly the circumftances of Don Pedro's giving
away his ward in a miftake, which is here ex-
aftly as it is in the French.

The Servant who from fimplicity betrays his
Matter's fecrets will be diredly known, for a
character in George Dandin, In fhort what is
taken from thefe two Comedies, together with
hints from fome other Publications make near a
third of the Piece.

Thus have I faithfully performed my promife
to the Public, whofe kind Proteftion 1 ihould
ypry little merit could I deceive them.



C D I B D I N.



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. Dramatis Perfonae.





MEN. . -


Don Pedro


Mr. WILSON,


Lyfander


Mr. BRET.


Fabio


Mr. BANNISTER,


Perez


Mr. WESTON.


Two Friars






WOMEN.


Marcella


Mrs. JEWEL.


Juletta


Mrs. WESTON.


SCENE, SEVILLE.



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THE

METAMORPHOSES,



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ACT I.

SCENE, thejlreet before Don Pedro'j houfe.

Lyfander, and Fabio drejfed like a tinker^ comes
forward^ ^W Lyfander waits at a diftance*

AIR.

Fabio.

T AM a tinker by my trade,
* Each day I live I mend ;
Vm fuch an univerfal friend,
I hide the faults by others made,
Work for the tinker, ho ! good wives ;
'Tvvere well, while 1 your kettles mend,
If vouM amend your lives.

B The



2 THE METAMORPHOSES

The beft that's going is my trade,
'Tis even better than the law ;
By them are breaches wider made,
I daily flop up many a flaw.

That we fhou'd mend, is each man's cry,
A doftrine 'tis that all will teach ;
Then how much better, pray, am T,
Who pra6life what they only preach ?

Knter Juletta.

Jul. Oh, Fabio, I was glad to hear the found
of your fweet voice- -Ha, ha, ha, what a figure
you cut !

Fab. Oh! what you are looking at my ap-
pearance ; 'tis whimfical enough, to be fure, for a
man of my confequence. Who would think
now, that I was valet, companion, and confidant
to Lyfander; the mofl: hopeful and wealthy heir
in all Seville ; and lover, fervant, and mofl
humble (lave to the accomplifti'd Juletta, gentle-
woman, duenna, and advifer of Donna Mar-
cella, the ward of Don Pedro de Cafl:ro.

Jul. She is only his ward at prefent, to be fure ;
but if your mafter does not make great hafte,
they will be man and wife within thefe two
hours.

Fab, The devil ! this is a fudden ftart, is it not ?

ytiL Here comes your mafl:er.

Enter Lyfander.

Fab. Did you hear. Sir, the pretty news that
Mrs. Juletta has brought ; your miftrefs is going
to marry her old dragon of a guardian.

Lyf.



THE METAMORPHOSES. 3

Ltyf. 'Tis impoffible ! She could not confent
to fuch a thing.

yuL Why, it coft her a great many tears to be
fure ; but at laft, Sir, I fcconded his requeft, and
then flie complied.

Fab. How ! you, Mrs. Minx !

Jul. Yes, I, Mf. Impudence !

ah. Why, you ungrateful, mifchievous I
don't know what to call you have you a top-
knot, a ruff, or a ruffle, that you don't owe to
my matter's generofity ? Has there a letter, or a
mefli^ge, pafs'd through your means to Donna
Marcella, that has not coft him fome new-fangled
gew-gaw or other for you, befide my ufual pcr
quifite.

Jul, Very well. Sir go on.

Fab, Nay, becaufe his happinefs was dearer tO'
me than my own, have not I, to forward the
bufinefs, condefcended to caft the eyes of affection
upon you ?

yul. Intolerable affurance !"-'tis I, Jackanapes,
'tis I that am abufed. Did not I fee a poor, un-
fortunate couple, moping in diftrefs ? Did not I,
for the confideration of a few trifling prefents,
fuffer myfelf to be prevailed upon to extricate
them from it ?

Fab. Very well, Ma'am go on.

Jul. And did not I, becaufe I wou'd not fee
you expire before my face, take pity on you, and
give you my virgin heart, while thoufands vainly
tried to tear me from you ? And what is my re-
ward for all this ? Why, truly, when ! have
perfuaded my miftrefs feemingly to confent to
B 3 marry



4 THE METAMORPHOSES.

marry her guardian. In order to get her fortune
into her own pofleffion, that (he may the eafier
run away with the man fhe lov^es

Fab. Hey ! how*s this ?

Lyf, Seemingly, did you fay, Juletta ?

Jul [Cryh?g. ] Yes, I did ; but I don't under-
ftand being ill-ufed when I am trying to ferve
people all I can. I am fure I never was thought
mercenary before ; and any body in the world
would be vexM at being nbufed and fcandalized
by a brute of a fellow, who only prefumes fo
becaufe I have been too kind to him.

Fab. Oh ! zounds, now her clack's fet a-going,
ftop it who can. -Well, well, don't cry I
forgive you, child.

ful. Forgive me, varlet ! I can tell you, I fhan't
eaiily forgive you.

Fab. Well, well ; but for my matter's fake - -

Lyf. Aye, Juletta, for my fake.

[Giving her a purfe.

Jul. I do aflure you 'tis entirely for your fake
then [looking at the furfe'] if 1 am reconciled.
Brute of a fellow! Here, Sir, is a letter for you ;
and if Confidence here, cou'd find a way of getting
into the houfe to bring an anfwer, I fhou'd be
gla.d, becaufe 1 am fo watch'd



AIR.



THE METAMORPHOSES. 5

A I R.

And for yon, Sir,
Tell me true, Sir,
. Are you not a gracelefs wretch ?
For this abufe now,
What excufe now
Can you trump up what new fetch ?

Come, proteft now

'Twas all jeft now.
Let me fee fome figns of grace ;

How nay then. Sir,

Ne'er again. Sir,
Dare to look me in the face. [Exit,

Lyf. Well, my Proteus, this letter has given
me fpirits. She fays, {he'll be in readinefs, at a
minute's warning, to take the wing, if I can but
open the door of her cage.

Fab, Suppofe, Sir, 1 was to try if I cou'd get
old Crufty out of the houfe.

Lyf. I don't think it practicable.

Fab. Faith, Sir, I have hopes ; I know that he
expefts news of the arrival of one of his fhips.

Lif. Well, and what then ?

Fab. Nothing, Sir, only I fhall make my
next appearance in the charader of a failor, that's
all.

Lif. And muft I be difguifed, good Sir ? for
you know I march under your command.

Fab. Old Grumble here has never feen you,
J)as he ?



6 THE METAMORPHOSES,

hyf. I believe not.

Fah, Then there will be no neceffity for it
vet ; but here comes my wife fellow- fervant, Pe-
rez; let him flay about the ho ufe, Sir, while you
go with me to receive further inftruftions. I
ihall foon return equipM for my enterprize.

\Ex\t.

hyf. rU follow you.

Enter Perez.

So, Perez ! how go on affairs ?

Per, Lord, Sir ! I have emptied all the (hops
in town ; I have got fuch a cart-load of vizors,
veils, jackets, hats, feathers, doublets, and mufta-
chios ! why. Sir, we have diiguifes enough to
flock a Venetian carnival.

Lyf. Well, that's all right. Do you watch
about Don Pedro's houfe ; and, I charge you, let
nothink efcape your notice till I return.

Per. 1 warrant you, Sir.

Lyf, Ah, dear Marcella ! let but fortune be
propitious to us, and my future life fhall be devo-
ted to gratitude and thee.

A I R.

I.

Ah, dear Marcella ! maid divine,
No more will 1 at fate repine,
If I this day behold thee mine.
For dearly do I love thee.

Thy



THE METAMORPHOSES. 7

Thy eafe (hdl be my fvreet employ,
My conftant care, my every joy.
May then no chance my hopes deftroy.
For dearly do I love thee.

II.

Sweet is the woodbine to the bee,
The rifing fun to every tree,
But fweeter far art thou to me,
For dearly do I love thee.

And let me but behold thee mine,

No more will I at fate repine.

But while I live, thou maid divine.

With rapture will 1 love thee, [Exit,

Enter Don Pedro.

, [Perez for fometime does not regard Mm.]

Don P. Truly I doubt of every thing, there's
fuch a confounded running in and out. Juletta
is fo impertinent and Marcella fo haughty, that I
am afraid this confenting to marry me, was only
a pretence to get her fortune out of my hands-
Well, a very Ihort time will now put the matter
out of difpute, and in the mean while TU be
my own porter, and let every body in and out
Hey, who have we hear ?

Per, How that man eyes me.

Don P. He looks mighty fiifpicious, meihinks.

Per, He does not know me fure.

Don



8 THE METAMORPHOSES.

Don P, What (?an he be doing fo near my
hoiife ?

Per. Why he is not watching, fure, to fee who
goes in and out, is he ?

Don P. I'll fpeak to him.

Per, He comes this way.

Don P. If he is one of their fpies, I muft go
cunningly to work.

Per, Let him be who he will, he (han't get
any thing out of me.

Don p. Your fervant, friend.

Per, Yours, friend.

Don P. What makes you watching about this
houfe fo, eh ?

Per, Hufli.

Don P. What d*ye mean ?

Per, Hold your tongue, I tell you.

Don P. Why muft I hold my tongue ?

Fer, You muft not tell a living foul that you
faw me watching about this houfe.

Don P. Oh ! I muft not.

Per. Not for the world ; if it fhould come to
Don Pedro's knowledge, laud a mercy ! what a
work would there be.

Don P. Oh, ho ! I guefs how the matter is :
what, you are ftanding centinel, to watch their
motions within ?

Per, W^hy, how the devil fliou'd you know
that ?

Don P. Ah ! you fee Pm in all your fecrets >
I know too, that you want to get an anfvver to
the letter that you deliver'dtwo days ago to Ju-
letta, for her miftrefs,

-A Per*



THE METAMORPHOSES. ^

Per, No : there you are out 'twas yefterday
morning 1 deliver'd the letter, and fhe herfelf
brought my mafter an anfvver, not an hour ago.

Don P. So, fo ! why then Don Pedro is finely
impofed upon.

Per. Impofedupon! why what is fuch an old
fool good for, but to be impofed upon : I can tell
you, he muft look (harp, or we (hall run away
with this delicate morfel from him, as fure as he

thinks hlmfelf of it You don't know him, do

you?

Don P. Never faw him in my life.

Per, I wi(h you did, for I'm fure you'd laugh
at him every time you fet eyes on him Well,
1*11 ftay hereabout, and don't you now drop a
word of what I have told you.

Don P. Me ! No, I enjoy it, I alTure you.

Per. I dare fay you do ; every body mu(t
ea(i]y fuppofe how agreeable it is to trick fuch
an old coveteous curmudgeon.

Don P, Oh ! you may depend upon it, not a
word (hall efcape me.

Per* That's right ; we can't be too cautious;
you underftand me.

Don P. Oh ! perfectly I confound you !

Per, Thefe are not matters to blab to every
body you apprehend nie.

Don P. Clearly an Alguzile apprehend you.

Per, Well now, keep my eounfel, and when
we meet again, I'll tell you how my mafter has
fped.

Pon P. The devil fpeed him,

''";^ri: Q Per*



io . THE METAMORPHOSES.

Per, Mum now. ' \Kx\t%

\ ^'Pon P> I warrant you,

AIR.

Some men, I know.

On this would go,
And to the matter put an end ;

But hold you there,

J^et's argue fair.
The pohit a little, my good friend,

'Ti's this girl's pelf,

And not herfelf,
About which I make fo mqcb ftir y

Give me but that,

I anfwer flat,
Who will, for PedrOj may take her.

SCENE, a room In T>on Pedro'x houfe^

Marcella> Juletta, difcovered,

AIR.

I.

A choir of bright beauties infpring did appear,

To chufe a May-lad v to govern the year ;

All the nymphs wtre in red, and the fhepherds io

green,
The garland was given, and Phillis was queen :
2 But



THE METAMORPHOSES^ if

But Phillis refus'd it, and, lighing, did fay,
ril not wear the wreath, for my ihepherd's away^

IL

So I, confined here with no view of relief.

No companion btit Hope, which ftill mocks at

my grief;
Each ftep meeting anguifh, fnfpicion and care.
And driven, alas! to the brink of defpair ;
And, worfe than all thefe, from Lyfander away*
Ah! tell me, Juletta, how can I Ibok gay?

Jul, Ah! Madam, hang melancholy; an ounce
of contrivance is worth a cart-load of It; for the
firft may keep us moaping here 'till we break our
hearts, and the latter will point out tp ^ a way
to break our prifon, " , v ;' ,. /* r

Mar. Wou'd it were once ef!e<3:ed ; tor I have
a thoufand terrible apprehenlions. You naay
depend on't my guardian won't ^et me outof hij
light, if he can help it. And, at laft, wjien v^e
have form'd a fcheme, if it fhould mifcarry^ we
fhould be all undone* . . /: ,

JuL So we fhould, indeed, Ma*am; ai>d IT
the houfe was to tumble, ten to one .but fofne of
us would be hurt. Lord, Ma'am ! have a iittk

more fpirit Is not it your duty to cheat Don

Pedro all you can ? Is not he old, jealous, and
coVetous ? Does not he want to make you the
moft miferable creature in the world ?



C 2 Enter



vi THE METAMORPHOSESi

Knter Don Pedro.

As fure as I live, Ma'am, there he is. I fay.
Ma'am, is not it your duty to oblige Don Pedro
all you can ? Is not he kind, careful, and tender ?
And does not he want to make you the happieft
woman in the world ?

t)on J*. Here's a baggage for you. I fhould
be very much obliged to you, Ma'am, if you
tvould do me the favour to get down ftairs,

Jul. What's the matter, I wonder. [^ExiC

Don P. Well, I have fent away the lawyers ;
but, methinks, fince the deeds were executed, you
don't fhew fo much willingnefs as you did before.

Mar. 'Tis becaufe you are fo unwilling to con-
fide in me : I am not allow'd to take any manner
cf liberty ; and at the very time I yield myfelf
entirely to you, fuch is your fufpicious temper,
that I am obliged to keep a guard upon all my
words and aftions.

Don. P. My dear Marcel la, 'tis becaufe my
love is fo very delicate I take offence at even a
fmile, or a glance, that any perfon forces from
you ; and the care you fee me take, is for nothing
elfe but to debar all accefs of galants, and fecure
to myfelf the poffefficn of a heart, the leaft thing
relative to which I can't bear to think any body
fhould rob me of.

Mar, In good truth you take a very wrong
method, and the pofleffion of a heart is very ill
fccured, when people think to keep it up by
force. For my part, was I gallant to a lady
in the power of another, I fhou'd bend all my

^ftudy



THE METAMORPHOSES. 13

ftudy to make bim jealous. For the way to for-
ward fuch affairs, is to take every advantage of
the iinealinefs and refentments which conftraint
and fervitude create in the mind of a woman.

Don P. Very fine I fo, according to this, if
any fhould make love to you, he would find you
difpofed to receive his addrefles.

Mar. There's no knowing what a woman may
be driven to in fuch a fituation.

Don ? But I tell you, it all proceeds from
my love for you.

Mar, If that be your way of loving, I defirc
you to hate me.

AIR.

I.

What ftate of life can be fo bleft
As love that warms a lover's breaft ;
Two fouls in one the fame defire.
To grant the blifs, and to require ?
But if in heav'n a hell we find,
'Tis all from thee, Oh ! jealouly.
Thou tyrant of the mind.

II.

Falfe in thy glafs all objeds are,
Some fet too near, and fome too far ;
Thou art the fire of eiidlefs night,
The fire that burns, and gives no light.

All



14 THE METAMORPHOSES,

All torments, ev'ry ill, we find
In only thee, Oh ! jealoufy,
Thou tyrant of the mind.

Don P. What ! and you give me no provoca-
tion, I warrant, to be jealous.

Mar, No, Sir, I don't.

Don P. I know you don'tyou don't re-
ceive letters, and fend anfwers to them by your
emiflary, Mrs. Jezebel there, who went out juft

now you don't encourage a fellow to come

after you; and you have not confented to run
away from me, and choufe me out of your for-
tune ?

Mar, -How could he have heard this ? [Ajide,

Enter Juletta,

yul. Sir, there's a failor below wants to fpeak
to you ; he has brought you fome news about
one of your (hips.

Don. P. Let him come up and heark'e

are you fure he is a failor ? arc you fure he has
not giv^en you a letter to deliver to your miftrefs ?
and are you fure you don't want to get me out
of the way while fhe writes an anfwer ?

jful. Sir, I defpife fuch fufpicions, and lam
not, like my lady, obliged to put up with them,
I thank my flars. [Goes off.

Don P. There ! you fee what you expofe me
to.

Mar. Rather fay, that I fee to what you ex-
pofe yourfelf.

Enter



THE METAMORPHOSES. 15

Enter Fabio, difgutfed as afatlor.

Fab. Good cheer to the noble owner of the
Antler galleon, (he is arrived fafe with all her
hands.

Don P. I am glad to hear it, had you a plea-
fant voyage.

Fab. If the young gentlewoman pleafes I'll

tell you. You muft know that juft as we

made the land upon our ftarboard-bow- I v*^as
fianding upon the forecaftle finging a fong made
by one of our crew upon me and my fweet-
heart if the young gentlewoman pleafes I'll
Jing it to you.

I.

The bufy crew the fails unbending.
The fhip in harbour fafe arriv'd.

Jack Oakum all his perils ending.

Had made the port where Kitty liv'd

IL

His rigging no one durft attack it,
Tight fore and aft, above, below,

Long quarter'd (hoes, check (hirt, bluejacket,
And trowfers like the driv'n fnow.

And



s6 THE METAMORPHOSES,

III.

And thus his heart with pleafure ftowing,
He flew like lightning o*er the fide ;

And fcarce hiid been, the boat's length, rowin-g
When lovely Kitty he efpied,

IV.

A flowing penant gayly fluttered,
From her hat, all made of ftraw,

^ed, like her cheeks, when firft fhe iitterM,
*' Sure 'twas my failor tliat I faw,'*

V.

And now the thronging crew furround her,
And now fecure from all alarms.

Swift as a ball from a nine pounder.
They d^rt into each others arms,

Don P. Adod, you failors are merry folks ;
but I have a little buiinefs at prefent, fo if you'll
let me know where I can find your captain, Til
fee him in the afternoon.

Fab. Why, if fo be it was all one to you, I'd
lleer you to him now, for when he gave me the
lignal to hail you, he faid as how he wanted
marveloufly to haul along-fidc of you.

Don P. Well but I tell you I can't go now.

Fab. Then I'll give you inftrudions what
courfe you fhall ftand, if the young gentlewoman
plcafcs to hold thefe papers, I have got the name

of



THE METAMORPHOSES. iy

of the port fonlewhere het-e upon the back of a
letter from poor Kitty : here, young gentlewoman,

Don P. Not quite fo familiar with the young
gentlewoman, if you pleafe.

Fab, *Tis the way of us feameri, we are al-
way,s, as the faying is, in chace of a (hip or a pet-
ticoat. Here, young gentlewoman, you may read
this if you pleafe, 'twill make you laugh, you'll
find how that Kitty

Don P. Zounds, we have nothing at all to

do with Kitty hey ^this is a pander-^^ i*?*

Shut the door there - give me that letter. Madam.

Mar. What letter, Sir ? [Giving it to Fabio.]

Fab. Why, old gentleman, you have urifhip'd
your fenfes.

Don P. Give me that letter, rafcal.

Fab, What, (hew you my letter from Kitty !

Don P. The devil Kitty you ^^fetch me a
horfe-whip.

Mar, For Heaven's fake what are you going
to do?

P.nter Ljfander and Juletta.

Don P. How now ! who have we here ?

Lyf. I beg your pardon, but hearing a violent
tiproar in your hoiife, I thought fome alliftance
might be neceflary.

Don P. Sir, I am much obliged to you, but
'tis only a rafcd I have detected, difguifed like a
failor.

Jul, \^o Fabio.] Pretend to be mad,

Lvf, Where is he, Sii- ?

D Doit



il5 THE METAMORPHOSES.

Don P. This is the villain.

Lyf. That, Sir Lord Sir, that's a pooi*

diftracled fellow, that I have the care of; I keep
a houfe for the reception of lunatics, and this
wretch, by fome means, got out of his cell yefter-
day, fince when I Have in vain been feeking for
him. He was a failor once, fo nothing elfe now
runs in his head his name is Cozenado Pe-
dronado, Sir.

Fab. Who's that calls me ? Did you fee
my Kitty ? there flie is, climbing up the main
top gallant maft.

Lyf. At the fight of me, his interval is gone
off. Sir, and I dare fay we fhall have work
enough to force him away.

A I It.

Fab. Hark, don't you hear the roaring main,
The howling winds driving the rain.
From every point of the compafs blow {
We fly to meet the thunder.
And now again.
Our leaky vefl'el dafhing low,
Pitches forecaftle under.

Lyjl Force him away.

1. * j Poor foul, poor foul,

Fab. See on the billows how we rowl.
Don P, ril rowl you dogbolt.

Fab. Clear the fhip.

Don P. clear you the room Here, where's my
whip ?

Jul.



THE METAMORPHOSES. 19

yul. The poor man's poflefs'd.

Mar. How Tm diftrefs'd.

Lyf. *TwIll be nothing, Ma'am, when his

fit's over.
Fab, They are boarding us now,

See they ftand on the bow.
Lyf. When he gets in the ftreet he'll recover.
Fab. But, I'll put them to flight r

My cutlas fo bright. ^

Don P. Get out of my light.
yul. He's mad, don't you fee ?
Don P. He's no more mad than me :

Nay I'm maddeft, I think, of the two
Lyf, Believe me, my charmer, I'm true.

[Tb Marcella,

Let your heart be my pleader.
Fab. I've feiz'd the ringleader.

[T'ak'mg Pedro by the collar*
Pon P. If two minutes longer you flay,

To an alguzil. Sir.

I'll inftant appeal. Sir,

Who quickly (hall force you away.



END OF THE FIRST ACT,



D 2 ACT



20 THE METAMORPHOSES.

Ac T ir.

SCENE, the Jifeet before Don Pedro'j houfe,
Lyfant^er and Fabio difgutfed as ballad-Jingers
with Mandolines,

Enter Fabio.
JTah, 'TPHE next fong in the book is the cruej
* guardian, or the fortunate runaway ;
the next fong in the book is Philomelo's foft
notes ; the next fong in the book is Come all you
Swains and hear my lay ; the next fong in the
book is the cobler or a wife of ten thoufand,
Liften, neighbours, this is one of the cufioufteft
ditties,

A I R.

I,

^Twas in a village, near Caftlebury,

A cobler and his wife did dwell ;
And for a time no two fo merry.

Their happinefs no tongue can tell :
But to this couple the neighbours tell us,

Something.did happen that caus'd much ftrife,
For going to a neighbouring alehoufe,

The man got drunk ^nd beat his wife.

II.

But though he treated her fo vilely,

What did this wife, good creature, do ;
Kept fnug, ?ind found a method flily,

To wring his heart cjuite through an4
through J
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THE METAMORPHOSES. 2t

For Dick the tapfter, and his mafter,
By the report that then was rife,

Were both in hopes by this difafter.
To gain the cobler*s pretty wife.

III.

While things went on to rack and ruin,

And all their furniture was fold,
She fdem'd t' approve what each was doing,

And got from each a purfe of gold :
So when the cobler's cares were over.

He fwore to lead an alter'd life,
To mind his work, ne'er be a rover.

And love nq other but his wife^

Don Pedro and Marcella above at a window*

Fab. Faith, Sir, the noife has brought her to
the window.

Lyf. Dear Marcella, how fliall I exprefs to yotl
my gratitude, for that anxiety you have endured
on my account, but take courage and a little time
will relieve you from all your apprehenfions ;
we have plan'd a fcheme that gannot fail of fuc-
cefs.

Mar, You muft be very cautious, I alTurd
you, for all that p'affes, by fome means or other,

comes to my guardian's knowledge Good

heaven, he's behind me Indeed, good man, I
have nothing for you, and I aflure you your fi-
tuution is not more diftreffing than mine.

Don P. Talking to ballad fingers out of the
window ; and, 1 fuppofe, they are as much bal-


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