tumble on your head. It has juſt coſt me a hundred and fifty pounds to put my ruins in thorough repair.—This way, if your Lordſhip pleaſes.
Lord Ogle. [going, ſtops.] What ſteeple's that we ſee yonder? the pariſh-church, I ſuppoſe.
Sterl. Ha! ha! ha! that's admirable. It is no church at all, my Lord! it is a ſpire that I have built againſt a tree, a field or two off, to terminate the proſpect. One muſt always have a church, or an obeliſk, or a ſomething, to terminate the proſpect, you know. That's a rule in taſte, my Lord!
Lord Ogle. Very ingenious, indeed! For my part, I deſire no finer proſpect, than this I ſee before me. [leering at the women.]—Simple, yet varied; bounded, yet extenſive.—Get away, Canton! [puſhing away Canton.] I want no aſſiſtance.—I'll walk with the ladies.
Sterl. This way, my Lord!
Lord Ogle. Lead on, Sir!—We young folks here will follow you.—Madam!—Miſs Sterling!—Miſs Fanny! I attend you.
Canton. [following.] He is cock o'de game, ma foy!
Manent Sir John Melvil, and Lovewell.
Sir John. At length, thank heaven, I have an opportunity to unboſom.—I know you are faithful, Lovewell, and flatter myſelf you would rejoice to ſerve me.
Lovew. Be aſſured, you may depend on me.
Sir John. You muſt know then, notwithſtanding all appearances, that this treaty of marriage between Miſs Sterling and me will come to nothing.
Lovew. How!
Sir John. It will be no match, Lovewell.
Lovew. No match?
Sir John. No.
Lovew. You amaze me. What ſhould prevent it?
Sir John. I.
