Wbit. Here are fine doings! I am. deceiv'd, trick'd and cheated!

Tho. I wish you joy, Sir; the best thing could have happen'd to you; and, as a faithful servant, I have done my best to check

you.

Whit. To check me!

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Tho. You were galloping full speed, and down hill too: an, if we had not laid hold of the bridle, being a bad jockey, you would have hung by your horns in the stirrup, to the great joy of the whole town.

Whit. What, have you help'd to trick me?

Tho. into happiness. You have been foolish a long while, turn about and be wise; he has got the woman and his estate: Give them your blessing, which is not worth much, and live like a Christian for the future.

Whit. I will if I can: But I can't look at 'em ; I can't bear the sound of my voice, nor the sight of my own face. Look ye, I am distress'd and distracted! and can't come too yet: I will be reconc l'd, if possible; but don't let me see or hear from you, if you would have me forget and forgive you-1 shall never lift up my head again!

Wid. I hope. Sir Patrick, that my preferring the Nephew to the Uucie will meet with your approbation: Though we have not so much money, we shall have more love; one mind and half a purse in marriage, are much better than two minds and two purses. I did

land, nor keep good company, till it come to Eng

rid of my country prejudices.

too late to get

Sir Pat. You are out of my hands, Pat; so if you won't trouble me with your afflictions, I shall sincerely rejoice at your felicity.

Nepb. It would be a great abatement of my present joy, could I believe that this lady should be assisted in her happiness, or be supported in her afflictions, by any one but her lover and husband.

Sir Pat. Fine, notions are fine tings, but a fine estate gives every ting but ideas: and them too, if you'll appale to those who help you to spend it-What say you Widow?

Wid. By your and their permission, I will tell my mind to this good company; and for fear my words should want ideas too, I will add an Irish tune, that may carry off a bad voice and bad matter.

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A Widow bewitch'd with her passion,
Tho' Irish, is now quite asham'd,
To think that she's so out of fashion,
To marry, and then to be tam'd;'
'Tis love the dear joy,

That old-fashion'd boy,

Has got in my breast with his quiver;
The blind urchin he,

Struck the Cush la maw chree,

And a husband secures me forever!
Ye fuir ones I hope will excuse me,
Though vulgar, pray do not abuse me
I cannot become a fine lady,

O love has bewitch'd Widow Brady.

Ye critics to murder so willing,

Pray see all our errors with blindness;
For once change your method of killing,
And kill a fond Widow with kindness.
If you look so severe,
In a fit of despair,

Again I will draw forth my steel, Sirs
You know I've the art,

To be twice through your heart,
Before I can make you to feel, Sirs.

Brother Soldiers I hope you'll protect me;
Nor let cruel critics dissect me;

To favour my cause be but ready,

And grateful you'll find Widow Brady,

Ye Leaders of dress and the fashions,
Who gallop post-haste to your ruin.

Whose taste has destroy'd all your passions,
Pray what do you think of my wooing?

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You

You call it damn'd low,

Your heads and your arms so, (mimicks ber.) So listless, so loose, and so lazy;

But pray what can you

That I cannot do?

O fie my dear creatures be azy.

Ye Patriots and Courtiers so hearty,
To speech it and vote for your party;
For once be both constant and steady,
And vote to support Widow Brady.

IV.

To all that I see here before me,

The bottom, the top, and the middle;
For music we now must implore you,
No wedding without pipe and fiddle.
If all are in tune,
Pray let it be soon;

My heart in my bosom is prancing!
If your hands should unite,
To give us delight,

O that's the best piping and dancing!
Your plaudits to me are a treasure,
Your smiles are a dow'r for a lady;
O joy to you all in full measure,
So wishes and prays Widow Brady.

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Wil.

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SCENE I

Enter WILLIAM and DOLLY.

O on, dear sister Dolly-And so my sweet girl was brought to the Widow Gadiy's, as a relation of her's from Shropshire, and went by the name of Belton?

Dol. Yes, yes-you had not been gone to London two days before your father, and she met me in the widow's garden. I was with him; he was very inquisitive indeed, and was struck with her lively manner. I could haday get him home to dinner.

Wil. Why this was beyond expectation; and sɔ, Dully

Dol. Yes, his liking went much beyond my expect..tion or your wishes: In a week he fell in love with her and is at this time a very dangerous rival.

Wil. I am sure to have some mischief happen in al my schemes.

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Lol. Her singing and twenty little aprecable fooleries, she ruts on, have bewitched him: Hermimicking the pipsies has so enchanted him that he has prevailed upon her to con e to the May-ple to day among the holiday lads and lasses and tell their fortunes. She has dress'd up herself often, and been among 'em, without their knowing who she is - In shuit, she has bewitch'd he whole village-I am to be there too as her mother My father will have it so. Wil. So much the better; while you are telling fortunes, Inay talk to her without being observ'd. Send but a forture-teller, Er a mountebank, among Country people, and they have no etes nor ears for any thing else. Where is my father now po

Fol. Upon some knotty point with Roger Low the

clerk-I must go and prepare for the fulic.

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n Gancholy, Milby the worst that can happen is to marry the gil without your fathers consetit, turn gipsy with your wife, and send your children to steal bis poultry.

Wil. But harkee, Dolly, who is to have Mr Goodwill's May-day legacy? A hundred pounds is a tolerable foundation to build upon What is become of George, Dolly?

Dol. I have Lot time to tell you-He is a rogue like the rest of you. But as I have a heart that can make an honest man happy that uses it, so it has a spirit within it to despise a kave or a coxcomb..

Would women do as I do,

is With spirit acorn dejection;
The men no arts could fly to;
They'd keep 'em in subjection.
But if we sigh or simper,
The love sick farce is over;
hey'll bring us soon to whimper,
And then good-night the lover.

Would women do as I do,

No kraves or fools could cheat 'em ;
They'd passion bid good-bye to,
for trick

And trick for trick would meet 'em;
But if we sigh or simper,"

The love-sick farce is over;
They'll bring us son to whimper,
And then good night the lover.

Wil.