The Nephews: A Play, in Five Acts.Iffland, August Wilhelm
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The Nephews: A Play, in Five Acts.
Iffland, August Wilhelm
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THE
NEPHEWS:
A PLAY,
IN FIVE ACTS.
* * * * *
FREELY TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF
_WILLIAM AUGUSTUS IFFLAND,_
BY
HANNIBAL EVANS LLOYD, ESQ.
* * * * *
LONDON:
PRINTED BY W. AND C. SPILSBURY, SNOWHILL;
AND SOLD BY G. G. AND J. ROBINSON, PATERNOSTER-ROW;
CADELL AND DAVIES, STRAND; J. DEBRETT,
PICCADILLY; AND J. BELL, OXFORD-STREET.
M.DCC.XCIX.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
CHANCELLOR FLEFFEL.
COUNSELLOR FLEFFEL, his Son.
MR. DRAVE, a Merchant, Guardian to the two BROOKS.
LEWIS BROOK, \
> Brothers
PHILIP BROOK, /
MR. ROSE, a Banker.
Clerk to the Chancellor.
Old Man.
FREDERICK DRAVE's Servant.
MRS. DRAVE.
AUGUSTA.
THE NEPHEWS.
_ACT I._
SCENE I.
At the Chancellor's House.
COUNSELLOR FLEFFEL, LEWIS BROOK, at Breakfast.
Enter a Servant.
Counsellor (to the Servant).
Take away. But, no--let it stand; my father may chuse some: is he
returned?
_Servant._ I'll enquire, Sir. [Exit Servant.
_Counsellor_ [rising and viewing himself]. We've made a long breakfast.
_Lewis._ But _you_ have eaten nothing.
_Counsellor._ Why, my dear friend, I'm quite uneasy about my growing so
fat.
_Lewis_ [ironically]. Oh, certainly; All the affecting graces of a
pining love-sick swain will be destroyed: you'll lose all your credit
with the ladies.--Apropos of ladies, how do you stand with Miss Drave?
_Counsellor._ Ill enough. Your worthy guardian and the whole family are
so intolerably stiff.
_Lewis._ Don't say I told you; but you certainly are the happy man.
_Counsellor._ I?--No indeed; it is rather you.
_Lewis._ You have nothing to fear from me. You know my passion for your
sister. But for that grave, melancholy gentleman, my dear brother, I'd
have you beware of him.
_Counsellor_ [laughs] Excellent! As if such a sour misanthrope could
please any one, particularly a young girl.
_Lewis._ Tastes are different; and besides, my serious guardian is his
friend.
_Counsellor._ So much the worse for _you_.
_Lewis._ No matter.
_Counsellor._ How! Believe me, this excellent brother of yours is
continually defaming you.
_Lewis._ I know it very well.
_Counsellor._ And he is now striving----
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