what has happened, has laid me under the most signal obligations. Mr Lofty LOFTY. Mr Honeywood, I'm resolved upon a reformation as well as you. I now begin to find that the man who first invented the art of speaking truth, was a much cunninger fellow than I thought him. And to prove that I design to speak truth for the future, I must now assure you, that you owe your late enlargement to another; as, upon my soul, I had no hand in the matter. So now, if any of the company has a mind for preferment, he may take my place; I'm determined to resign. HONEYWOOD, How have I been deceived! SIR WILLIAM. [Exit. No, sir, you have been obliged to a kinder, fairer friend, for that favour to Miss Richland. Would she complete our joy, and make the man she has honoured by her friendship happy in her love, I should then forget all, and be as blest as the welfare of my dearest kinsman can make me, MISS RICHLAND. After what is past it would be but affectation to pretend to indifference. Yes, I will own an attachment, which I find was more than friendship. And if my entreaties cannot alter his resolution to quit the country, I will even try my hand has not power to detain him. [Giving her hand. if HONEYWOOD. Heavens! how can I have deserved all this? How express my happiness, my gratitude? A moment like this overpays an age of apprehension. CROAKER. Well, now I see content in every face; but Heaven send we be all better this day three months! SIR WILLIAM. Henceforth, nephew, learn to respect yourself. He who seeks only for applause from without, has all his happiness in another's keeping. HONEYWOOD. Yes, sir, I now too plainly perceive my errors; my vanity, in attempting to please all by fearing to offend any; my meanness, in approving folly lest fools should disapprove. Henceforth, therefore, it shall be my study to reserve my pity for real distress; my friendship for true merit; and my love for her, who first taught me what it is to be happy. EPILOGUE.' SPOKEN BY MRS BULKLEY. procure As puffing quacks some caitiff wretch 'The author, in expectation of an Epilogue from a friend at Oxford, deferred writing one himself till the very last hour. What is here offered, owes all its success to the graceful manner of the actress who spoke it. Go ask your manager-Who, me! Your pardon; While oft, with many a smile, and many a shrug, eyes, He eyes the centre, where his friends sit snug; « Blame where you must, be candid where you can, And be each critic the Good-Natured Man. |