The runaway, a comedy: as it is acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane.
Cowley, Mrs. (Hannah), 1743-1809.
SCENE, the Garden.
Enter JARVIS and SUSAN.
Jar.

Egad, ▪tis a service of danger.

Sus.

Danger! sure you've no qualms?

Jar.

No, no, child—no qualms—the resolution with which I could go thro' an affair of this sort, would in another hemisphere make my fortune—but hang it, in these cold northern regions there's no room for a man of genius to strike a bold stroke—the fostering plains of Asia, sor such talents as mine!

Sus.

Now I think England's a very pretty soil.

Jar.

Why, aye, if one could be sure of keeping clear of a dozen ill-bred fellows, who decide on the conduct of a man of spirit at the Old Bailey, then indeed we need not care; for an air of Ton, and a carriage, on whatever springs it moves, introduces one to the best circles—But let us consider our bottom—this girl was plac'd under the care of the old gentlewoman, by a person of credit.

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Sus.

Pho, pho, what! she brought a recommendation—don't we know how easily a character is to be had—spotless as silver, or as bright as gold! 'tis a wonder she did not af|ford a name too; I warrant she had sufficient reasons to con|ceal her own.

Jar.

It does look like it, and there's a mystery in the affair—Now, mysteries, as my Lady says, we have a right to explain as we please.

Sus.

Aye, to be sure—and this is the explanation. She is an unprotected, artful girl, who having caught a taste for the life of a fine Lady, thinks the shortest way to gratify her longing, is by gaining the heart of some credulous fool, who'll make her his wife for the sake of her—Beauty.

Jar.

True—That with this view she told her story to Mr. Drummond, who—innocent soul—not seeing her drift, introduced her here, where she attempts to succeed, by play|ing off her artillery on the gunpowder constitution of George Hargrave, Esq; the younger.

Sus.

Oh, delightful!—why, if I continue with my Lady, I shall be her mistress as long as she lives—and now I think on't, I believe that must be our plan—You and I can be married just the same, you know.

Jar.

Oh, just the same, my dear, just the same; no|thing shall prevent that—

[aside]
but my being able to coax you out of the Two Hundred.

Sus.

Hark! here comes the Justice—slip away, and leave me to manage him—I know I can make him useful—You need not be jealous now.

Jar.

Jealous! no, no; I have liv'd among the great too long, to be tormented with so vulgar a passion.

[Ex. Jar.