If this will not satisfy you, and you will make an unlawful assault upon me, I will defend myself as against a ruffian. There is no such terror, Mr. Myrtle, in the anger of those, who are quickly hot, and quickly cold again, they know not how, or why; I defy you to shew wherein I have wrong d

you.

IRRITATING.

Myrtle. Mr. Bevil, it is easy for you to talk coolly on this occasion. You know not, I suppose, what it is to love, and from your large fortune, and your specious out ward carriage, have it in your power to come, without much trouble or anxiety, to the possession of a woman of honour.

JEALOUSY.

You know nothing of what it is to be alarmed, distracted with the terror of losing what is dearer than life.

SARCASM.

You are happy. Your marriage goes on like common business, and in the interim you have, for your soft moments of dalliance, your rambling captive, your Indian princess, your convenient, your ready Indiana!

ANGER ROUSED.

Bevil. You have touched me beyond the patience of a man, and the defence of spotless innocence will, I hope, excuse my accepting your challenge, or at least, my obliging you to retract your infamous aspersions. I will not, if I can avoid it, shed your blood, nor shall you mine;

AUTHORITY.

But Indiana's purity I will defend. Who waits?

SUBMISSION.

Servant. Did you call, Sir?

COMMANDING.

Bevil. Yes, go call a coach,

TREPIDATION with SUBMISSION. Servant. Sir-Mr. Myrtle-gentlemen-you are friends' -I am but a servant-but

ANXIETY.

Bevil. Call a coach.

[Exit servant.].

A long pause, they walk sullenly about the room.].

RECOLLECTION.

[Aside.] Shall I (though provoked beyond sufferance,) ecover myself at the entrance of a third person. and that my servant too, and shall I not have a due respect for the dictates of my own conscience,

["Conscience," to be spoken with the right hand on the

breast.]

for what I owe to the best of fathers, and to the defenceless innocence of my lovely Indiana, whose very life depends on mine? [To Mr. Myrtle] I have, thank heaven, had time to recollect myself, and have determined to convince you, by means I would willingly have avoided, but which yet are preferable to murderous duelling, that I am more innocent of nothing, than of rivalling you in the affections of Lucinda.

REMONSTRANCE.

Read this letter, and consider, what effect it would have had upon you to have found it about the man you had murdered.

SULLENNESS.

[In reading the letter, the countenance of Myrtle, ought to quit, by degrees, the look of anger, and pass on to the instructions in capitals.]

[Myrtle reads] "I hope it will be consistent with the laws a woman ought to impose upon herself, to acknow ledge, that your manner of declining

SURPRISE.

what has been proposed, of a treaty of marriage in our family,

RISING HOPE.

and desiring, that the refusal might come from me, is more engaging, than the Smithfield courtship of him,

JOY.

whose arms I am in danger of being thrown into, unless your friend exerts himself for our common safety and happiness"

SHAME.

-O, I want no more to clear your innocence, my injured worthy friend-I see her dear name at the bottom-I see that you have been far enough from designing any obstacle to my happiness.

REMORSE

while I have been treating my benefactor as my betrayer.

CONFUSION.

-0 Bevil, with what words shall I

BENEVOLENCE.

Bevil. There is no need of words. to convince is than to conquer if you are but satisfied that I meant you ant more. no wrong, all is as it should be.

BENEVOLENCE and FORGIVING.

Bevil. Have not I myself offended? I had almost been as guilty as you, though I had the advantage of you, by knowg what you did not know.

FORGIVING.

Bevil. Prithee no more.

SELF-CONDEMNATION.

Myrtle. How many friends have died by the hands of friends, merely for want of temper ?

GRATITUDE with HORROR.

What do I not owe to your superiority of understanding? what a precipice have I escaped? O my friend los

INTREATING with REMORSE.

Can you ever forgive-can you ever again look upon me with an eye of favour ?.

BENEVOLENCE.

any may mistake; any

Bevil. Why should

man may be violent where his love is concerned. I was

myself.

ས

ADMIRATION.

Myrtle. O Bevil! you are capable of all that is great,

all that is héroic.

XII. The scene of Indiana's being found to be Mr. Sealand's daughter.

CIVILITY.

Indiana. I am told, sir, you are come about business, which requires your speaking with me.

Sealand. Yes, madam, there came to my hands a bill drawn by Mr. Bevil, which is payable to-morrow, and as I have cash of his, I have made bold to bring you the money myself,

CONFUSION.

A-a-a- and, to be free, madam, the fame of your beauty, and the regard which Mr. Bevil is but too well known to have for you, excited my curiosity.

OFFENCE.

Indiana. Too well known to have for me! Your sober appearance, sir, made me expect no rudeness or absurdity from you-who waits ?-Sir, if you pay the money to a servant, it will be as well. [going.]

APOLOGY.

Sealand. Pray, madam, be not offended. I came hither with an innocent, nay, a virtuous design, and, if you will have patience to hear me, it may be of service to you as well as to my only daughter, on whose account I come, and whom I was this day to dispose of.

APPREHENSION.

Indiana. [Aside.] In marriage with Mr. Bevil; I fear, what I dreaded is come, but I must compose myself if possible.

RECOLLECTION.

[To him.] Sir, you may suppose I shall desire to know any thing, which may be interesting to Mr. Bevil, er to myself.

CONFUSION.

As appearances are against me with regard to this be haviour, I ought to forgive your suspicion, sir: APOLOGY.

Be free then, I am composed again, go on, sir.

WONDER with DISAPPROBATION.

Sealand. I feared indeed, an unwarrantable passion here; but I could not have thought any mun capable of abusing so much loveliness and worth, as your appear. ancé and behaviour bespeak. But the youth of our age care not what excellence they destroy, so they can but gratify.

VINDICATION.

Indiana. [Interrupting.] Sir, you are going into very great errors.

ENQUIRY with APPREHENSION. But please to keep your suspicions; and acquaint me, why the care of your daughter obliges a person of your seeming rank

DISTRESS.

to be thus inquisitive about a

wretched, helpless, friendless

APOLOGY.

[weeps.]

I beg pardon, good sir-I am an orphan, who can call nothing in the world my own, but my virtue-pray, good sir, go on.

PITY with DISAPPROBATION.

Sealand. How could Mr. Bevil think of injuring such sweetness ?

VINDICATION.

Indiana. You wrong him, sir; he never thought of injuring me;

PRAISE.

His bounty he bestows for my support, merely for the pleasure of doing good!

ENQUIRY with APPREHENSION.

You are the gentleman, I suppose, for whose happy daughter he is designed by his worthy father, and he has consented, perhaps, to the proposal.