_Tru._ My good lord, I will not, I say, indulge myself in talking fond tales that melt me, and interrupt my story. My business to your lordship, in one word, is this: I am in good confidence at present with my lady dowager, and I know she has some fears upon her, which depend upon the nature of the settlement to your disfavour, and under the rose--be yourself--I fear your father has not had fair play for his life--be composed, my lord. What is to be done is this: we'll not apply to public justice in this case, 'till we see farther; 'twill make it noisy, which we must not do, if I might advise. You shall, with a detachment of your Company, seize the corpse as it goes out of the house this evening to be interred in the country; 'twill only look like taking the administration upon yourself, and commencing a suit for the estate. She has put off the lying in state, and Lady Harriot's escape with Mr. Campley makes her fear he will prove a powerful friend, both to the young ladies and your lordship. She cannot, with decency, be so busy, as when the corpse is out of the house, therefore hastens it. I know your whole affair; leave the care of Lady Sharlot to me. I'll pre-acquaint her, that she mayn't be frightened, and dispose of her safely, to observe the issue. _Ld. H._ I wholly understand you; it shall be done. _Tru._ I'm sure I am wanted this moment for your interest at home. This ring shall be the passport of intelligence for whom you send to assault us, and the remittance of it sealed with this, shall be authentic from within the house. _Ld. H._ 'Tis very well. _Tru._ Hope all you can wish, my lord, from a certain secret relating to the estate, which I'll acquaint you with next time I see you. [_Exit._ _Ld. H._ Your servant----This fellow's strangely honest----Ha! Will. _Enter_ CAMPLEY _and_ TRIM. Will! don't the recruits wait for me to see 'em at their parade before this house? _Trim._ Yes; and have waited these three hours. _Ld. H._ Go to 'em; I'll be there myself immediately. We must attack with 'em, if the rogues are sturdy, this very evening. _Trim._ I guess where----I'm overjoyed at it. I'll warrant you they do it, if I command in chief. _Ld. H._ I design you shall. [TRIM _runs out jumping._ _Cam._ You seem, my lord, to be in deep meditation. _Ld. H._ I am so, but not on anything that you may not be acquainted with. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III.--_Covent Garden._ _Enter_ TRIM, _with a company of ragged fellows, with a cane._ _1st Sol._ Why then, I find, Mr. Trim, we shall come to blows before we see the French. _Trim._ Harkee, friend, 'tis not your affair to guess or enquire what you're going to do; 'tis only for us commanders. _2nd Sol._ The French? Pox! they are but a Company of scratching civet cats. They fight! _Trim._ Harkee, don't bluster. Were not you a little mistaken in your facings at Steinkirk?