Milf. Done, for the hundred! Harry. Done, done! [Exeunt. SCENE II. The Parlour of the Tennis-court. MARKERS passing and repassing, with Rackets and Balls. SHERIFF'S OFFICER, two FOLLOWERS, and one of the MARKERS.-Shout. Marker. Hurrah! Officer. Pray, is Mr Milford in the court? Marker. I'll bet you, gold to silver, the Frenchman loses Hurrah! Enter MR SMITH from the Court. Mr Smith. He is not there. Officer. Are you sure? [Exit. Mr Smith. The crowd is very great, but I can neither see him nor any of his companions. Officer. Then he will not come. Mr Smith. I begin to hope so. Officer. [Examining his writ.] Middlesex to witOne thousand pounds-Dornton against John Milford. Mr Smith. You must take none but substantial bail. [Shout.] What a scene! Officer. He will not be here. Mr Smith. Heaven send Enter GOLDFINCH and a MARKER, running across. Gold. Who lost? Marker. The Frenchman! Gold. Hurrah! Marker. Hurrah! Gold. Damn the mounseers!-That's your sort! [Exit into the court. Mr Smith. That's one of his companions. I begin to tremble- Stand aside;-here they both come! Officer. Which is he? Mr Smith. The second.. [Shout. Enter HARRY DORNTON and MILFORD in haste. Harry. I hear them! I hear them! Come along! Milf. Ha, ha, ha!-Harry!-You would not go! You were determined! [Shout. Harry. Zounds!-Come along! [Exit in haste-MILFORD follows him laughing. Officer. [Stopping him.] A word with you, sir, if you please. Milf. With me!-Who are you?-What do you want? Officer. You are my prisoner. Milf. Prisoner!-Damnation!-Let me go! Officer. I must do my duty, sir. Milf. Here, here-this is your duty. [Pulling out his purse. Mr Smith. [Advancing.] It must not be, sir. Milf. Mr Smith!-What, at the suit of Dornton? Mr Smith. Yes, sir. 'Tis your own fault, for leading his son to these places; he heard you were to bring him here. Milf. Furies!-Marker! [To a MARKER passing.] Tell Harry Dornton to come to me instantly! Marker. Yes, sir. [Shout.] [Exit. Milf. Zounds! Let me but go and see the match Mr Smith. You must not, sir. Milf. To another MARKER.] Marker! Marker. Sir! Milf. Who wins? Marker. The Frenchman has the best on't. Milf. Tell Harry Dornton I am here in trouble. Desire him to come this moment. Marker. Very well, sir. [Shout. Milf. [To the OFFICER.] I'll give you ten guineas for five minutes! Mr Smith. Take him away, sir. Officer. You must come along, sir. Milf. To a MARKER returning.] Have you told him? Marker. He can't come, sir. Milf. Very well, Harry! Very well! [To the SECOND MARKER.] Well, sir? Marker. He would not leave the court for a thousand pounds. Officer. Come, come, sir! [To his two ATTENDANTS.] Bring him along! Milf. Hands off, scoundrels! [Shout.] Fiends! [Exeunt. SCENE III. The House of MR SILKY. A Room of Business, Ledger, Letter-files, Ink-stands, &c. SILKY discovered, and JACOB entering. Silky. Well, Jacob! Have you been? Jacob. Yes, sir. Silky. Well, and what news? How is he?-Very bad? Jacob. Dead, sir. Silky. [Overjoyed.] Dead? Jacob. As Deborah ! Silky. [Aside.] I'm a lucky man! [Aloud.] Are you sure he is dead, Jacob? Jacob. I saw him with my own eyes, sir. Silky. That's right, Jacob! I'm a lucky man! And what say the people at the hotel? Do they know who he is? Jacob. Oh yes, sir!-He was rich! A gentleman in his own country! Silky. And did you take care they should not know you? Jacob. To be sure, sir! You had given me my les son! Silky. Ay, ay, Jacob! That's right!-You are a fine boy! Mind me, and I'll make a man of you!And you think they had heard nothing of his having called on me? Jacob. Not a word! Silky. [Aside.] It was a lucky mistake! [Aloud.] Well, Jacob! Keep close! Don't say a word, and I'll give you I'll give you a crown! Jacob. You promised me a guinea, sir! Silky Did I, Jacob? Did I? Well, well! I'll give you a guinea! But be close! Did you call at the Widow Warren's? Jacob. Yes, sir. Silky. And will she see me? Jacob. She desires you will be there in an hour. Silky. Very well, Jacob-Keep close! Not a word about the foreign gentleman, or his having been here a week ago, or his being taken suddenly ill and dying! Aside.] It is a lucky stroke!-Close, Jacob, my boy! Jacob. But give me the guinea, sir. Silky What, now, Jacob? Jacob. If you please, sir. You may forget Silky. Well, there, Jacob! there! You'll be a rich man, Jacob! A cunning fellow! I read it in your countenance, Jacob! Close, Jacob, and then!Jacob. Perhaps you'll give me another? Silky. Well said, Jacob! You'll be a great man! Mind what I say to you and you'll be a great man!Here's somebody coming! Go, Jacob! Close! Jacob. And another guinea? Silky. This is a lucky stroke! Enter GOLDFinch. [Exit So, Mr Goldfinch! What do you want? I'm Gold. Tellee I must have it. Silky. Give me but good security, and you know your friend. Gold. Yes; good security and fifty per cent. Silky. Why look you there now! For all you know the last annuity I had of you, I gave a full hundred more than was offered by your friend Aaron the Jew! Gold. My friend! Your friend! You collogue together. Silky. Hear you now! For all you know I have always been your friend; always supplied you with money, have not I? And when I saw you running to ruin, I never told you of it, did I? I was willing to make all things easy! me Gold. Easy enough! You have pretty well eased ! Silky. There is your companion, Jack Milford: I shall be a heavy loser by him! Gold. Ah! It's all up with at last! Silky. What do you mean? poor Jack! He's fixed |