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Sour. He has so (trembling).
Dan. Mast. Make haste, I say, make haste.
Sour. Help! neighbors ! murder !

JENNY. Aye, you may cry for help; do you know that all your neighbors would be glad to see you robbed and your throat cut? Believe me, Sir, two Allemande steps may save your life.

SOUR. But if it should come to be known, I should be taken for a fool.

JENNY. Love excuses all follies ! and I have heard say that when Hercules was in love, he spun for Queen Omphale.

Sour. Yes, Hercules spun, but Hercules did not dance the Allemande.

JENNY. Well, you must tell him so; the gentleman will teach

you another.

Dan. Mast. Will you have a minuet, Sir ?
SOUR. A minuet; no.
DAN. Mast. The loure.
Sour. The loure, no.
DAN. Mast. The passay !
Sour. The passay, no.

DAN. Mast. What then the trocanny, the tricotez, the rigadon? Come, choose, choose.

SOUR. No, no, no, I like none of these.
Dan. Mast. You would have a grave, serious dance, perhaps?

Sour. Yes, a serious one, if there be any—but a very serious dance.

Dan. Mast. Well, the courante, the hornpipe, the brocane, the saraband ?

SOUR. No, no, no!

Dan. Mast. What the devil then will you have? But make haste or death!

Sour. Come on then, since it must be so; I'll learn a few steps of the-the

Dan. Mast. What of the-the-
Sour. I know not what.

Dan. Mast. You mock me, Sir; you shall dance the Allemande, since Clarissa will have it so, or

[He leads him about, the fiddle playing the Allemande. Sour. I shall be laughed at by the whole town if it should be known. I am determined, for this frolic, to deprive Clarissa of that invaluable blessing, the possession of my person.

Dan. Mast. Come, come, Sir, move, move. (Teaching him.)
Sour. Cockatrice !
Dan. Mast. One, two, three! (Teaching.)
SOUR. A d-d, infernal-

Enter WENTWORTH. Oh! brother, you are come in good time to free me from this cursed bondage.

WENT. How! for shame brother, at your age to be thus foolish.

Sour. As I hope for mercy

WENT. For shame, for shame-practising at sixty what should have been finished at six.

Dan. Mast. He's not the only grown gentleman I have had in hand.

Went. Brother, brother, you'll be the mockery of the whole city.

Sour. Eternal babbler! hear me; this curs’d confounded villain will make me dance perforce.

WENT. Perforce.

Sour. Yes; by order, he says, of Clarissa ; but since I now find she is unworthy, I give her up-renounce her for ever.

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VOL. IV.

[The young couple enter immediately after this declaration, and

finding no farther obstruction to their union, the piece finishes with the consent of the Grumbler, " in the hope," as he says, " that they are possessed of mutual requisites to be the plague of each other.”]

CRITICISM,

RELATING TO

POETRY AND THE BELLES LETTRES,

[Now first collected.-See Life, ch. vi. and viii.]

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