why she should not be acquainted with it; I fhall only mention fix Sir GEORGE. Hufh, here fhe comes! oh my heart! Enter LADY and ABIGAL. Sir GEORGE. [Afide, while Vellum talks in dumb fhow to Lady.] 0 that lov'd woman! how I long to take her into my arms! if I find I am still dear to her memory, it will be a return to life indeed! But 1 muft take care of indulging this tendernefs, and put on a behaviour more fuitable to my prefent character. [Walks at a distance, in a penfive pofture, waving bis wand. LADY. [To Vellum.] This is furprizing indeed! fo all the fervants tell me they fay he knows every thing that has happened in the family. ABIGAL. [Afide.] A parcel of credulous fools! they firft tell him their fecrets, and then wonder how he comes to know them. [Exit Vellum, exchanging fond looks with Abigal. LADY. Learned Sir, may I have fome converfation with you, you begin your ceremonies? before Sir GEORGE. Speak! but hold-firft let me feel your pulfe. LADY. What can you learn from that? Sir GEORGE.. I have already learnt a fecret from it, that will afto nifh you. Pray, what is it? VOL. II. LADY N Sir Sir GEORGE. You will have a hushand within this half hour. ABIGAL. [Afide.] I'm glad to hear that-he muft mean Mr. Fantome z I begin to think there's a great deal of truth in his art. LADY. Alas! I fear you mean I fhall fee Sir George's apparition a fecond time. Sir GEORGE. Have courage, you fhall fee the apparition no more. The hufband I mention fhall be as much alive as I am. I'll be hang'd if my dear steward has not instructed him; he means Mr. Fantome to be fure; the thousand pound is our own! LADY Alas! you did not know Sir George. Sir GEORGE. As well as I do myfelf-I faw him with you in the red damask room, when he firft made love to you; your mother left you together, under pretence of receiving a vifit from Mrs. Hawthorn, on her return from London. LADY. This is aftonishing! Sir GEORGE. You were a great admirer of a fingle life for the first half hour; your refufals then grew ftill fainter and fainter. With what ecfyafy did. Sir George kifs your hands, when you told him you should always follow the advice of Your Mamma! LADY LADY. Every circumstance to a tittle? Sir GEORGE Then, Lady! the wedding night! I faw you in your white fattin night-gown; you would not come out of your dreifing-room, till Sir George took you out by force. He drew you gently by the handftruggled but he was too ftrong for you-you blush'd, he LADY. Oh! ftop there! go no further!-he knows thing. ABIGA L. -you every [Afide. Truly, Mr. Conjurer, I believe you have been a wag in your youth. Sir GEORGE. Mrs. Abigal, you know what your good word coft Sir George, a purfe of broad pieces, Mrs. Abigal. ABIGA L. The devil's in him. [Afide.] Pray, Sir, fince you have told fo far, you should tell my Lady that I refus'd to take them. Sir GEORGE. 'Tis true, child, he was forc'd to thrust them into your bofom. ABIGA L. This rogue will mention the thousand pound, if I don't take care. [Afide.] Pray, Sir, though you are a Conjurer, methinks you need not be a Blab. LADY. Sir, fince I have no reafon to doubt of your art, r muft befeech you to treat this apparition gently-it has the refemblance of my deceas'd husband, if there be any undiscover'd fecret, any thing that troubles his reft, learn it of him. Sir GEORGE. I must to that end be fincerely informed by you, whether your heart be engaged to another; have not you received the addreffes of many lovers fince his death? LADY. I have been obliged to receive more vifits than have been agreeable. Sir GEORGE. Was not Tinfel welcome?—I'm afraid to hear an anfwer to my own question. He was well recommended. [Afide. LADY. Death! [Afide.] And you ftill love him?I'm dif tracted! LADY. [Afide. No, I defpife him. I found he had a design upon my fortune, was bafe, profligate, cowardly, and ev'ry thing that could be expected from a man of the vileft principles! I'm recover'd. Sir GEORGE. Oh, Madam, had you feen how like a fcoundrel he Lock'd when he left your Ladyfhip in a fwoon. Where have you left my Lady? fays I. In an elbow-chair, stuld, fays he: And where are you going? fays I. To town, town, child, fays he: For to tell thee truly, child, fays he, I don't care for living under the fame roof with the Devil, fays he. Sir GEORGE. Well, Lady, I fee nothing in all this that may hinder Sir George's fpirit from being at reft. LADY. If he knows any thing of what paffes in my heart, he cannot but be fatisfied of that fondnefs which I bear to his memory. My forrow for him is always fref when I think of him. He was the kindeft, trueft, tenderef-Tears will not let me go on Sir GEORGE. This quite overpowers m-I thail difcover myfelf before my time. [Ale.] -Madam, you may now retire and leave me to myself. Succefs attend you! LADY. ABIGA L. I wish Mr. Fantome gets well off from this old Don. -I know he'll be with him immediately. [Exeuni Lady and Abigal. Sir GORGE folus. Sir GEORGE. My heart is now at eafe, she is the fanie dear woman I left her- now for ny revenge upon Fantone.[ fhall cut the ceremonies fhort-a few words will do his bufinefs- now let me feat nyfelf in form▬▬▬a good eafy-chair for a Conjurer this!now for a few mathematical fcratches a good lucky fcrawl, thatfaith I think it looks very aftrological-these two or three magical pot-hooks about it, make it a compleat Conjurer's fcheme. [Drum beats.] Ha, ha, Sir, are |