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Silky. Ah! My dear Mr Dornton, how do you do? —I hope you are very well! I am exceedingly glad to see you! This call is so kind, so condescending! It gives me infinite pleasure!

Harry. Mr Silky, you must instantly grant me a favour.

Silky. A favour! What is it? How can I serve you? I would run to the world's end.

Harry. You must exert your whole friendship. Silky. Friendship, sir? say duty! 'Twas you that made a man of me! I should have been ruined, in the Bench, I know not where or what, had you not come forward and supported me at the critical moment! And now I can defy the world!

Harry. [Impatiently.] Hear me! I know you can. Silky. Oh, yes! the sum you lent me, a lucky speculation, five years of continual good fortune, and other little lifts, have made me-I won't say whatBut, your father, and perhaps another or two excepted, I say perhaps, I'll show my head with the proudest of 'em.

Harry. Why, then I am a fortunate man!

Silky. To be sure you are! How can I serve you? What can I do? Make me happy!

Harry. You can rescue me from phrenzy!' Silky. Can I?-I am proud! Infinitely happy!What? How? I am a lucky fellow! Tell me which way?-Where can I run? What can I do?

Harry. [Dreading.] The request is serious-trying!

Silky. So much the better! So much the better! Whom would I serve, if not you?-You! The son of the first man in the city!

Harry. [Wildly.] You mistake!

Silky. I don't! You are, you are! Dornton and Co. may challenge the world, the house of Hope perlaps excepted.

Harry. Woefully mistaken!

Silky. Pooh!

Harry. Our house is in danger of stopping pay

ment !

Silky. Sir!-Stop payment!

Harry. My follies are the cause!

Silky. Stop payment!

Harry. I have not been used to ask favoursBut

Silky. Stop payment!

Harry. Scorn me, curse me, spurn me, but save my father!

Silky. Stop payment !

Harry. What means this alteration in your countenance?

Silky. Oh, dear, no! Ha, ha, ha! Not in the least. Ha, ha, ha! I assure you, I, I, I—

Harry. I have told you our situation. Yourself and two other friends must jointly support my father by your credit, to the amount of fifty thousand pounds-Mark me!-Must!

Silky. Fifty thousand pounds, Mr Dornton! Fifty thousand pounds! Are you dreaming? Me? Fifty thousand pounds! Me? Or half the sum? Or a fifth of the sum? Me?

Harry. Prevaricating scound-Hear me, sir!
Silky. [In fear.] Yes, sir!

Harry. I must be calm-[Bursting out.] Are you not a-I say-sir-You have yourself informed me of your ability, and I must insist, observe, sir! I insist on your immediate performance of this act of duty!

Silky. Duty, and fifty thousand pounds! Are you mad, Mr Dornton? Are you mad? Or do you think me mad?

Harry. I think you the basest of wretches!

Silky. Nay, Mr Dornton, I would do any thing to serve you! Any thing, I protest to Heaven!-Would go any where, run

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Harry. Of my errands, wipe my shoes! Any dirty menial office that cost you nothing-And this you call showing your gratitude?

Silky. Is it not, Mr Dornton?

Harry. [His anger rising.] And will you give not help to the house?

Silky. Nay, Mr Dornton!—

Harry. After the favours you have been for years receiving, the professions you have been daily making, and the wealth you have by these means been hourly acquiring! Will you not, sir?

Silky. [Retreating] Nay, Mr Dornton-
Harry. Will you not, sir?

Silky. Don't hurt a poor old man! 'I can't. Harry. [Seizing, shaking him, and throwing him from him.] Scoundrel! [Exit. Silky. Bless my heart!-Stop payment!-The house of Dornton!-Fifty thousand pounds !-I declare I am all of a tremble!—James! William !

Enter two CLERKS.

Have we any bills on the house of Dornton? 1 Clerk. I have just been examining the books, sir. We have bills to the amount of

Silky. How much? How much? a thousand pounds?

1 Clerk. Three, sir.

Silky. Three-Three thousand!-Bless my heart! 1 Clerk. We heard the news the very moment after young Dornton came in.

Silky. Run, pay the bills away!

1 Clerk. Where, sir?

Silky. Any where ! Any body will take 'em! Run with them to my dear friend, Mr Smallware; it is too far for him to have heard of the crash. Begone! Don't leave him! Give my very best respects to him!

-He will oblige me infinitely! Fly! [Exit First CLERK.] And go you, James, to the clearing house, and get it whispered among the clerks. Then, if there are any of Dornton's bills to be bought at fifty per cent. discount, let me know. I will buy up all I can [Exit CLERK.] It's a safe speculation: I know thẹ house there must be a good round dividend, [Exit.

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ACT THE FOURTH.

SCENE I.

The House of the WIDOW WARREN.

Enter JENNY, followed by HARRY DORNTON, who, with an oppressed Heart, but half drunk with Wine and Passion, assumes the Appearance of wild and excessive Gaiety.

Harry. Away, handmaid of Hecate! Fly!

Jenny. Lord, sir, you don't mean as you say? Harry. Will you begone, Cerberea?-Invite my goddess to descend in a golden shower, and suddenly relieve these racking doubts!

Enter WIDOW-and exit JENNY, dissatisfied. Widow. [Smiling.] Mr Dornton!

Harry. Widow!-Here I am!-Phaeton the Second, hurled from my flaming car!-I come burning with fierce desires, devoutly bent on committing the deadly sin of matrimony! May these things be? Speak, my saving angel!

Widow. Nay, but !-Dear Mr Dornton!

Harry. Do not imagine, amiable Widow, that I am mad! No, no, no!-[With a hysteric laugh.] Only a little flighty-Left my father furiously, drank three bottles of Burgundy franticly, flew in amorous phrensy to the attack, and will carry the place, or die on the spot!-Powder and poison await my choice; and let me tell you, sweet Widow, I am a man of my word. So you'll have me, won't you?

Widow. Oh, Mr Dornton!

Harry. Why you would not see my father perish, would you? And me expire, would you? Widow. Am I so very cruel?

Harry. Then say, Yes!-Yes, or-Pistols-Daggers-Cannon balls!

Widow. Yes, sir, yes, yes!

Harry. Hold, fair Widow! Kind Widow, hold! Be not rash!—I am the veriest villain !-Avoid me!A ruined-But that were indeed a trifle-My father! Him! Him have I ruined! Heard you that? Bring forth your hoards! Let him once more be himself, and bid me kiss the dust!

Widow. Oh, fie!-How can you terrify one so? Harry. And wilt thou, Widow, be his support?[Eagerly.] Wilt thou?

Widow. Cruel question! How can I deny? Harry. Immortal blessings be upon thee! My fa ther!

Widow. Will be all rapture to hear

Harry. [Shakes his head.] Ah, ha, ha, ha! [Sighs.] You don't know my father! A strange, affectionate! -That loves me!-Oh! He!-And you see how I use him! You see how I use him!-But no matter -Tol de rol-We'll be married to-night. Widow. Oh, fie!

Harry. Ay, my Madona! To-night's the dayThe sooner the better-'Tis to rescue a father, blithesome Widow! A father! To save him have I fallen

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