you there? Enter, Drummer. Now I muft pore upon my Paper.

Enter FANTOME, beating the Drum.

Sir GEORGE.

Pr'ythee, don't make a noise. I'm bufy. [Fantome beats. A pretty march! pr'ythee beat that over again.

[He beats and advances. Sir GEORGE. [Rifing.]

Ha! You're very perfect in the ftep of a Ghoft. You ftalk it majestically. [Fantome advances. How the Rogue ftares ! he acts it to admiration! I'll be hang'd if he has not been practising this half hour in Mrs. Abigal's wardrobe.

[Fantome ftarts, gives a rap upon his Drum.

Pr'ythee don't play the fool!

[Fantome beats. Nay, nay, enough of this, good Mr. Fantome. FANTOM E. [Afide.]

Death! I'm difcover'd. This Jade Abigal has be tray'd me.

Sir GEORGE.

Mr. Fantome, upon the word of an Aftrologer, your thousand pound bribe will never gain my Lady Truman. FANTOM E.

'Tis plain, fhe has told him all.

Sir GEORGE.

[Afide.

Let me advise you to make off as fast as you can, or I plainly perceive by my art, Mr. Ghoft will have his bones broke.

FANTOM E. [to Sir George.]

Look ye, old Gentleman, I perceive you have learnt this fecret from Mrs. Abigal.

Sir GEORGE.

I have learnt it from my art.

FAN

FANTOM E.

Look ye, I

And if thou'lt

Thy art! pr'ythee no more of that. know you are a cheat as much as I am. keep my counsel, I'll give thee ten broad pieces Sir GEORGE.

I am not mercenary! young Man, I fcorn thy Gold. FANTOM E.

I'll make them up twenty

Sir GEORGE.

Avant! and that quickly, or I'll raife fuch an Apparition, as fhall

FANTOM E.

An Apparition, old Gentleman! you mistake your Man, I am not to be frighted with bugbears Sir GEORGE.

Let me retire but for a few moments, and I will give thee fuch a proof of my art

FANTOM E.

Why, if thou haft any Hocus pocus Tricks to play, why can't not do them here?

Sir GEORGE.

The raising of a Spirit, requires certain fecret myfteries to be performed, and words to be mutter'd in private

FANTOM E.

Well, if I fee through your trick, you will promise to be my friend?

Sir GEORGE.

I will

attend and tremble.

[Exit.

FANTOM E folus.

FANTOM E.

A very folemn old Afs! but I fmoke him,-he has a

mind to raise his price upon me. flut wou'd have us'd me thus

VOL. II.

M

I could not think this I begin to be horribly

tir'd

tir'd of my Drum, I wish I was well rid of it. However

have got this by it, that it has driven off Tinsel for good and all; I shan't have the mortification to fee my miftrefs carry'd off by fuch a Rival. Well, whatever happens, I must stop this old fellow's mouth, I must not be fparing in hush-money. But here he comes.

Enter Sir GEORGE in his own habit.

FANTOM E.

Ha! what's that! Sir George Truman! This can be no counterfeit. His dress! his fhape! his face! the very wound of which he dy'd! nay, then 'tis time to decamp!

Sir GEORGE.

[Runs off.

the

Ha, ha, ha, Fare you well, good Sir George Enemy has left me mafter of the field: here are the marks of my victory. This Drum will I hang up in my great hall as the trophy of the day.

Enter A BIGAL.

Sir George flands with his hand. before his face in a mufing pofture.

ABIGA L.

Yonder he is. O'my confcience he has driven off the Conjurer. Mr. Fantome, Mr. Fantome! I give you joy, I give you joy. What do you think of your thoufand pounds now? Why does not the Man speak?

[Pulls him by the fleeve.

Sir GEORGE.

[Taking his hand from his face.

Ha!

ABIGA L.

Oh! 'tis my Master!

[Shrieks.

[Running away he catches her.

Sir GEORGE.

Good Mrs. Abigal not so fast.

ABIGA L.

Are you alive, Sir?-He has given my fhoulder fuch a curfed tweak! they must be real fingers. I feel 'em I'm fure.

Sir GEORGE.

What doft think?

ABIGA L.

Think, Sir, Think? Troth I don't know what to think. Pray, Sir, how

Sir GEORGE.

No questions, good Abigal.

Thy curiofity fhall be

fatisfied in due time. Where's your Lady?

ABIGA L.

Oh, I am so frighted—and so glad!

Sir GEORGE.

Where's your Lady, I ask you

ABIGA L.

Marry I don't know where I am myself.

forbear weeping for joy

Sir GEORGE.

I can't

Your Lady! I fay your Lady! I muft bring you to yourself with one pinch more

ABIGA L.

Oh! she has been talking a good while with the Steward.

Sir GEORGE.

Then he has open'd the whole story to her, I'm glad he has prepar'd her. Oh here she comes.

Enter LADY follow'd by VELLUM.

LADY.

Where is he let me fly into his arms! My life! my foul! my husband !

Sir GEORGE.

Oh! let me catch thee to my heart, deareft of women!

LADY.

Are you then still alive, and are you here! I can fcarce believe my fenses! now am I happy indeed!

Sir GEORGE.

My heart is too full to answer thee.

LADY.

How could you be fo cruel to defer giving me that joy which you knew I muft receive from your prefence? you have robb'd my life of fome hours of happiness that ought to have been in it.

Sir GEORG E.

It was to make our happiness the more fincere and unmixt. There will be now no doubts to dash it. What has been the affliction of our lives, has given a variety to them, and will hereafter fupply us with a thousand materials to talk of.

LADY.

I am now fatisfy'd that it is not in the power of abfence to leffen your love towards me.

Sir GEORGE.

And I am fatisfy'd that it is not in the power of death to destroy that love which makes me the happiest of Men. LADY.

Was ever woman fo bleft! to find again the darling of her Soul, when she thought him loft for ever! to enter into a kind of fecond marriage with the only Man whom fhe was ever capable of loving!

Sir GEORGE.

May it be as happy as our first, I defire no more! Believe me, my Dear, I want words to exprefs those tranfports of joy and tenderness which are every moment rifing in my heart whilft I speak to thee.

Enter