_Luck_. What is it?--Oh! one of my play-bills. _Wit_. One of thy play-bills! _Luck_. Even so--I have taken the advice you gave me this morning. _Wit_. Explain. _Luck_. Why, I had some time since given this performance of mine to be rehearsed, and the actors were all perfect in their parts; but we happened to differ about some particulars, and I had a design to have given it over; 'till having my play refused by Marplay, I sent for the managers of the other house in a passion, joined issue with them, and this very evening it is to be acted. _Wit_. Well, I wish you success. _Luck_. Where are you going? _Wit_. Anywhere but to hear you damned, which I must, was I to go to your puppet-show. _Luck_. Indulge me in this trial; and I assure thee, if it be successless, it shall be the last. _Wit_. On that condition I will; but should the torrent run against you, I shall be a fashionable friend and hiss with the rest. _Luck_. No, a man who could do so unfashionable and so generous a thing as Mr Witmore did this morning---- _Wit_. Then I hope you will return it, by never mentioning it to me more. I will now to the pit. _Luck_. And I behind the scenes. SCENE IX.--LUCKLESS, HARRIOT. _Luck_. Dear Harriot! _Har_. I was going to the playhouse to look after you--I am frightened out of my wits--I have left my mother at home with the strangest sort of man, who is inquiring after you: he has raised a mob before the door by the oddity of his appearance; his dress is like nothing I ever saw, and he talks of kings, and Bantam, and the strangest stuff. _Luck_. What the devil can he be? _Har_. One of your old acquaintance, I suppose, in disguise--one of his majesty's officers with his commission in his pocket, I warrant him. _Luck_. Well, but have you your part perfect? _Har_. I had, unless this fellow hath frightened it out of my head again; but I am afraid I shall play it wretchedly. _Luck_. Why so? _Har_. I shall never have assurance enough to go through with it, especially if they should hiss me. _Luck_. Oh! your mask will keep you in countenance, and as for hissing, you need not fear it. The audience are generally so favourable to young beginners: but hist, here is your mother and she has seen us. Adieu, my dear, make what haste you can to the playhouse. [_Exit_. SCENE X.--HARRIOT, MONEYWOOD. _Har_. I wish I could avoid her, for I suppose we shall have an alarum. _Money_. So, so, very fine: always together, always caterwauling. How like a hangdog he stole off; and it's well for him he did, for I should have rung such a peal in his ears.--There's a friend of his at my house would be very glad of his company, and I wish it was in my power to bring them together. _Har_. You would not surely be so barbarous. _Money_. Barbarous! ugh! You whining, puling fool! Hussey, you have not a drop of my blood in you. What, you are in love, I suppose? _Har_. If I was, madam, it would be no crime,