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The Lame Lover
Lord! I wonder Mr. Circuit you would breed that boy up to the bar.
SERJEANTWhy not, chuck? He has fine steady parts, and for his time moots a point —
Mrs. CIRCUITSteady! stupid you mean: nothing sure cou'd add to his heaviness but the being loaded with law. Why don't you put him into the army?
SERJEANTNay, chuck, if you choose it, I believe I have interest to get Jack a commission.
Mrs. CIRCUITWhy, Mr. Circuit, you know he is no son of mine; perhaps a cockade may animate the lad with some fire.
SERJEANTTrue, lovee; and a knowledge of the law mayn't be amiss to restrain his fire a little.
Mrs. CIRCUITI believe there is very little danger of his exceeding that way.
SERJEANTCharlot, send hither your brother.
[Exit Charlot.Mrs. CIRCUITI'll not interrupt you.
SERJEANTFar from it, lovee; I should be glad to have you a witness of Jacky's improvement.
Mrs. CIRCUITOf that I am no judge; besides, I am full of business to day – There is to be a ballot at one for the Ladies' Club lately established, and lady Bab Basto has proposed me for a member. – Pray, my dear, when will you let me have that money to pay my Lord Loo?
SERJEANTThe three hundred you mean?
Mrs. CIRCUITAnd besides, there is my debt to Kitty Cribbidge; I protest I almost blush whenever I meet them.
SERJEANTWhy really, lovee, 'tis a large sum of money. – Now, were I worthy to throw in a little advice, we might make a pretty good hand of this business.
Mrs. CIRCUITI don't understand you.
SERJEANTBring an action against them on the statute, in the name of my clerk; and so not only rescue the debt from their hands, but recover likewise considerable damages.
Mrs. CIRCUITA pretty conceit, Mr. Serjeant! but does it not occur to your wisdom, that as I have (by the help of Captain Cog) been oftener a winner than loser, the tables may be turned upon us?
SERJEANTNo, no, chuck, that did not escape me; I have provided for that. – Do you know, by the law, both parties are equally culpable; so that, lovee, we shall be able to fleece your friends not only of what they have won of poor dearee, but likewise for what they have lost.
Mrs. CIRCUITWhy, what a paltry, pettifogging puppy art thou! – And could you suppose that I would submit to the scandalous office?
SERJEANTScandalous! I don't understand this strange perversion of words. The scandal lies in breaking the laws, not in bringing the offenders to justice.
Mrs. CIRCUITMean-spirited wretch! – What, do you suppose that those laws could be levell'd against people of their high rank and condition? Can it be thought that any set of men would submit to lay legal restraints on themselves? – Absurd and preposterous!
SERJEANTWhy, by their public practice, my love, one would suspect that they thought themselves excepted by a particular clause.
Mrs. CIRCUITOh! to be sure; not the least doubt can be made.
SERJEANTTrue, chuck – But then your great friends should never complain of highwaymen stopping their coaches, or thieves breaking into their houses.
Mrs. CIRCUITWhy, what has that to do with the business?
SERJEANTOh! the natural consequence, lovee; for whilst the superiors are throwing away their fortunes, and consequently their independence above– you can't think but their domestics are following their examples below.
Mrs. CIRCUITWell, and what then?
SERJEANTThen! the same distress that throws the master and mistress into the power of any who are willing to purchase them, by a regular gradation, reduces the servants to actions, though more criminal, perhaps not more atrocious.
Mrs. CIRCUITPshaw! stuff! – I have no head to examine your dirty distinctions – Don't teize me with your jargon. – I have told you the sums I shall want, so take care they are ready at your returning from Kingston. – Nay, don't hesitate; recollect your own state of the case, and remember, my honour is in pawn, and must, some way or other, be redeem'd by the end of the week.
[Exit.SERJEANT solusMy honour is in pawn! – Good Lord! how a century will alter the meaning of words! – Formerly, chastity was the honour of women, and good faith and integrity the honour of men: but now, a lady who ruins her family by punctually paying her losses at play, and a gentleman who kills his best friend in some trifling frivolous quarrel, are your only tip-top people of honour. Well, let them go on, it brings grist to our mill: for whilst both the sexes stick firm to their honour, we shall never want business, either at Doctor's Commons, or the Old Bailey.
[Exit.ACT II
Enter Serjeant Circuit and JackSERJEANTJack, let Will bring the chaise to the door.
JACKMr. Fairplay, Sir, the attorney, begs to speak a few words.
SERJEANTHow often have I told you, that I will see none of these sort of folks but at chambers; you know how angry your mother is at their rapping, and littering the house.
JACKHe says, Sir, he will not detain you five minutes.
SERJEANTWell, bid him walk in.
Enter FairplayWell, Mr. Fairplay, what's your will?
FAIRPLAYI just call'd, Mr. Serjeant, to know your opinion upon the case of young Woodford, and if you like the proposal of being concern'd.
SERJEANTIf it turns out as you state it, and that the father of the lad was really a minor, the Essex estate may without doubt be recover'd; and so may the lands in the North.
FAIRPLAYWe have full proofs to that fact.
SERJEANTMay be so; but really Mr. Fairplay, you know the length of time that these kind of suits —
FAIRPLAYTrue Sir, but then your experience will shorten I appreh —
SERJEANTThat's more than I know: and then not only my fees lying dormant, but, perhaps, an expectation of money advanc'd.
FAIRPLAYThe property, Sir, is of very great value, and, upon the recovery, any acknowledgment shall be readily made.
SERJEANTThere again, any! do you know that in law, that word any has no meaning at all? besides, when people are in distress, they are lavish enough of their offers; but when their business is done, then we have nothing but grumbling and grudging.
FAIRPLAYYou have only to dictate your terms.
SERJEANTDoes the lad live in town?
FAIRPLAYHe has been under my care since the death of his father; I have given him as good an education as my narrow fortune would let me; he is now studying the law in the Temple, in hopes that should he fail of other assistance, he may be able one day to do himself justice.
SERJEANTIn the Temple?
FAIRPLAYYes, Sir, in those little chambers just over your head – I fancy the young gentleman knows him.
JACKWho? Mr. Woodford! Lord as well as myself, he is a sweet sober youth, and will one day make a vast figure, I am sure.
SERJEANTIndeed!
JACKI am positive, Sir, if you were to hear him speak at the Robinhood in the Butcher-row, you would say so yourself: why he is now reckon'd the third; except the breeches-maker from Barbican, and Sawny Sinclair the snuffman, there is not a mortal can touch him.
SERJEANTPeace, puppy; well Mr. Fairplay, leave the papers a little longer with me and – pray who is employ'd against you?
FAIRPLAYA city attorney, one Sheepskin.
SERJEANTA cunning fellow, I know him; well, Sir, if you will call at Pump-court in a week.
FAIRPLAYI shall attend you.
SERJEANTJack, open the door for Mr. – [Exeunt Fairplay and Jack.] Something may be made of this matter: I'll see this Sheepskin myself. So much in future for carrying on the suit, or so much in hand to make it miscarry: a wise man should well weigh which party to take for.
Enter JackSo, Jack, any body at chambers to day?
JACKFieri Facias from Fetter lane, about the bill to be filed by Kit Crape against Will Vizard, this term.
SERJEANTPraying for an equal partition of plunder?
JACKYes, Sir.
SERJEANTStrange world we live in, that even highwaymen can't be true to each other! [half aside to himself.] but we shall make master Vizard refund, we'll shew him what long hands the law has.
JACKFacias says, that in all the books he can't hit on a precedent.
SERJEANTThen I'll make one myself; aut inveniam, aut faciam, has been always my motto. The charge must be made for partnership-profit, by bartering lead and gunpowder, against money, watches, and rings, on Epping-forest, Hounslow-heath, and other parts of the kingdom.
JACKHe says, if the court should get scent of the scheme, the parties would all stand committed.
SERJEANTCowardly rascal! but however, the caution mayn't prove amiss. [Aside.] I'll not put my own name to the bill.
JACKThe declaration too is deliver'd in the cause of Roger Rapp'em against Sir Solomon Simple.
SERJEANTWhat, the affair of the note?
JACKYes.
SERJEANTWhy he is clear that his client never gave such a note.
JACKDefendant never saw plaintiff since the hour he was born; but, notwithstanding, they have three witnesses to prove a consideration, and signing the note.
SERJEANTThey have?
JACKHe is puzzled what plea to put in.
SERJEANTThree witnesses ready, you say?
JACKYes.
SERJEANTTell him Simple must acknowledge the note, [Jack starts] and bid him, against the trial comes on, to procure four persons at least to prove the payment, at the Crown and Anchor, the 10th of December.
JACKBut then how comes the note to remain in plaintiff's possession?
SERJEANTWell put, Jack; but we have a salvo for that; plaintiff happen'd not to have the note in his pocket, but promis'd to deliver it up, when call'd thereunto by defendant.
JACKThat will do rarely.
SERJEANTLet the defence be a secret, for I see we have able people to deal with. But come, child, not to lose time, have you carefully conn'd those instructions I gave you?
JACKYes, Sir.
SERJEANTWell, that we shall see. How many points are the great object of practice?
JACKTwo.
SERJEANTWhich are they?
JACKThe first is to put a man into possession of what is his right.
SERJEANTThe second?
JACKEither to deprive a man of what is really his right, or to keep him as long as possible out of possession.
SERJEANTGood boy! To gain the last end, what are the best means to be us'd?
JACKVarious and many are the legal modes of delay.
SERJEANTName them.
JACKInjunctions, demurrers, sham-pleas, writs of error, rejoinders, sur-rejoinders, rebutters, sur-rebutters, replications, exceptions, essoigns, and imparlance.
SERJEANT[To himself.] Fine instruments in the hands of a man, who knows how to use them. – But now, Jack, we come to the point: if an able advocate has his choice in a cause, (which if he is in reputation he may readily have,) which side should he choose, the right, or the wrong?
JACKA great lawyer's business, is always to make choice of the wrong.
SERJEANTAnd prythee why so?
JACKBecause a good cause can speak for itself, whilst a bad one demands an able counsellor to give it a colour.
SERJEANTVery well. But in what respects will this answer to the lawyer himself?
JACKIn a two-fold way; firstly, his fees will be large in proportion to the dirty work he is to do.
SERJEANTSecondly? —
JACKHis reputation will rise, by obtaining the victory in a desperate cause.
SERJEANTRight, boy. – Are you ready in the case of the cow?
JACKPretty well, I believe.
SERJEANTGive it then.
JACKFirst of April, anno seventeen hundred and blank, John a Nokes was indicted by blank, before blank, in the county of blank, for stealing a cow, contra pacem etcet. – and against the statute in that case provided and made, to prevent stealing of cattle.
SERJEANTGo on.
JACKSaid Nokes was convicted upon the said statute.
SERJEANTWhat follow'd upon? —
JACKMotion in arrest of judgment, made by counsellor Puzzle. First, Because the field from whence the cow was convey'd is laid in the indictment as round, but turn'd out upon proof to be square.
SERJEANTThat's well: a valid objection.
JACKSecondly, Because in said indictment the colour of the cow is called red, there being no such things in rerum natura as red cows, no more than black lions, spread eagles, flying griffins, or blue boars.
SERJEANTWell put.
JACKThirdly, said Nokes has not offended against form of the statute; because stealing of cattle is there provided against: whereas we are only convicted of stealing a cow. Now, though cattle may be cows, yet it does by no means follow that cows must be cattle.
SERJEANTBravo, bravo! buss me, you rogue, you are your father's own son! go on, and prosper. – I am sorry, dear Jack, I must leave thee. If Providence but sends thee life and health, I prophesy, thou wilt wrest as much land from the owners, and save as many thieves from the gallows, as any practitioner since the days of king Alfred.
JACKI'll do my endeavour. [Exit Serjeant.] So! – father is set off. Now if I can but lay eyes on our Charlot, just to deliver this letter, before madam comes home. There she is. – Hist, sister Charlot!
Enter CharlotCHARLOTWhat have you got there, Jack?
JACKSomething for you, sister.
CHARLOTFor me! Prythee what is it?
JACKA thing.
CHARLOTWhat thing?
JACKA thing that will please you I'm sure.
CHARLOTCome, don't be a boy, let me have it. [Jack gives the letter.] How's this! a letter! from whom?
JACKCan't you guess?
CHARLOTNot I; I don't know the hand.
JACKMay be not; but you know the inditer.
CHARLOTThen tell me his name.
JACKBreak open the seal, and you'll find it.
CHARLOT[Opening the letter] "Charles Woodford!" – I am sure I know nothing of him.
JACKAy, but sister you do.
CHARLOTHow! when, and where?
JACKDon't you remember about three weeks ago, when you drank tea at our chambers, there was a young gentleman in a blue sattin waist-coat, who wore his own head of hair?
CHARLOTWell?
JACKThat letter's from he.
CHARLOTWhat can be his business with me?
JACKRead that, and you'll know.
CHARLOT reads.
"Want words to apologize – hum, hum – very first moment I saw you – hum, hum – smother'd long in my breast – hum, hum – happiest, or else the most wretched of men." – So, Sir, you have undertaken a pretty commission! and what do you think my father will —
JACKWhy, I hope you won't go for to tell him.
CHARLOTIndeed, Sir, but I shall.
JACKNo, sister, I'm sure you won't be so cross. Besides, what could I do? The poor young lad begg'd so hard; and there for this fortnight he has gone about sighing, and musing, and moping: I am satisfied it would melt you to see him. Do, sister, let me bring him this evening, now father is out.
CHARLOTUpon my word! – The young man has made no bad choice of an agent; you are for pushing matters at once. – But harkee, Sir, who is this spark you are so anxious about? And how long have you known him?
JACKOh! a prodigious long while: above a month I am certain. Don't you think him mighty genteel? I assure you he is vastly lik'd by the ladies.
CHARLOTHe is.
JACKYes, indeed. Mrs. Congo, at the Grecian coffee-house, says, he's the soberest youth that comes to the house; and all Mrs. Mittens's 'prentices throw down their work, and run to the window every time he goes by.
CHARLOTUpon my word!
JACKAnd moreover, besides that, he has several great estates in the country; but only for the present, he is kept out of 'em all by the owners.
CHARLOTAh, Jack! that's the worst part of the story.
JACKPshaw! that's nothing at all. His guardian, Mr. Fairplay, has been with father to-day, and says, he is certain that he can set all to rights in a trice.
CHARLOTWell, Jack, when that point is determin'd, it will be time enough to —
JACKThen! Lord of mercy! why, sister Charlot, it is my private opinion that if you don't give him some crumbs of comfort, he won't live till Midsummer term.
CHARLOTI warrant you. Either Cupid's darts were always but poetical engines, or they have been lately depriv'd of their points. Love holds no place in the modern bills of mortality. However, Jack, you may tell your friend, that I have observ'd his frequent walks in our street.
JACKWalks! Why one should think he was appointed to relieve the old watchman; for no sooner one is off, but the other comes on.
CHARLOTAnd that from his eyes being constantly fixed on my window (for the information of which, I presume he is indebted to you.) —
JACKHe! he! he!
CHARLOTI had a pretty shrewd guess at his business; but tell him that unless my fa – Hush! our tyrant is return'd. Don't leave the house till I see you.
Enter Mrs. Circuit and BettyMrs. CIRCUITSo, Sir, what makes you loitering from chambers? I thought I told you, you should never be here but at meals? [Exit Jack.] One spy is enough in a family. – Miss, you may go to your room; and d'ye hear – I shall have company, so you need not come down. [Exit Charlot.] – Betty, no message or letter?
BETTYNone, Madam.
Mrs. CIRCUITThat is amazing! – You know I expect Colonel Secret and Mrs. Simper every instant.
BETTYYes, Madam.
Mrs. CIRCUITPut the fruit and the wine on the table in the next room.
BETTYVery well, Madam.
Mrs. CIRCUITAnd, Betty, order the fellow to let nobody in but Sir Luke.
BETTYMadam, I shall take care.
[Exit.Mrs. CIRCUIT sits downThe ballot must be over by this time. Sure there is nothing so dreadful as a state of suspence: but should they black ball me! – No, there's no danger of that; miss Mattadore has insur'd me success. – Well, this is certainly one of the most useful institutions; it positively supplies the only point of time one does not know how to employ. From twelve, the hour of one's rising, to dinner, is a most horrible chasm; for though teizing the mercers and milliners by tumbling their wares, is now and then an entertaining amusement, yet upon repetition it palls. – But every morning to be sure of a party, and then again at night after a rout, to have a place to retire to; to be quite freed from all pain of providing; not to be pester'd at table with the odious company of clients, and country cousins; for I am determin'd to dine, and sup at the club, every day. I can tell 'em, they'll have but very few forfeits from me.
Enter Betty, in haste, with a LetterBETTYBy a chairman, Madam, from the Thatch'd House.
Mrs. CIRCUITGive it me, Betty, this instant; – ay – this is Mattadore's hand. [opens and reads the letter.] "My dear Circuit – it is with the utmost concern, and confusion, I find myself oblig'd to acquaint you, that notwithstanding all the pains I have taken, the club have thought fit to reject." – Oh! [She faints.]
BETTYBless my soul! my lady is gone! – John! Will! Kitty! run hither this instant. —
Enter two Maids and a Man ServantALLWhat, what's the matter?
BETTYQuick! quick! some hartshorn and water [pats her hand.] Madam! madam —
SERVANTHere! here! here! [bringing water.]
BETTYJohn, go for the potter-carrier this instant – I believes to my soul she is dead – Kitty, fetch some feathers to burn under her nose; – there, stand further off, and give her some air —
Enter Sir LukeSir LUKEHey day! what the deuce is the matter? what's the meaning of all this, Mrs. Betty?
BETTYOh! Sir, is it you – my poor lady! [cries] clap the bottle hard to her nose.
Sir LUKEBut how came it about?
BETTYSome of the continents of that curs'd letter, she has there in her hand.
Sir LUKEHere, here, take some of my eau de luce. [offering a bottle.]
BETTYThere! she recovers a little – some water – I believe it is nothing but a satirical fit, I have had them myself – now she opens her eyes – so, so – bend her forward a little.
Sir LUKEMy sweet Mrs. Circuit.
Mrs. CIRCUITWho is that?
BETTYNobody at all madam, but only Sir Luke.
Mrs. CIRCUITOh! Sir Luke, such a stroke, so fatal, so sudden, it is not in nature I should ever survive it.
Sir LUKEMarry heaven forbid! but what cause – what could —
Mrs. CIRCUITLeave the room. [To the servants, who go out.] Only, look over that letter.
Sir LUKEHum, hum, – [reads] "fit to reject you – this – "
Mrs. CIRCUITThere! there! there!
Sir LUKEI own this is the utmost malice of fortune – but let me finish the letter. – "This calamity, dear Circuit, is of such a nature as baffles all advice, or interposition of friends, I shall therefore leave you to time, and your own good understanding." [pretty and sensible.] – "yours," &c. – But let us see, what says the postscript – [reads.] "Perhaps it may give you some comfort to know that you had sixteen almonds, and but two raisins against you."
Mrs. CIRCUITBut two!
Sir LUKENo more.
Mrs. CIRCUITThis must be Kitty Cribbage's doing, she has been tattling about the paltry trifle I owe her.
Sir LUKENot unlikely: but come, bear up, my dear madam, and consider that two—
Mrs. CIRCUITIs as bad as two thousand.
Sir LUKEGranted; but perhaps it mayn't be too late to repair. – Gadso! I have thought of a scheme – I'll be elected myself, and then I warrant we manage —
Mrs. CIRCUITYou, Sir Luke? that never can be.
Sir LUKENo, Madam, and why not? – why you don't suppose that they wou'd venture to —
Mrs. CIRCUITIt would not only be against the spirit, but the very letter of their constitution to chuse you a member.
Sir LUKEAy, Madam, how so?
Mrs. CIRCUITTheir statutes are selected from all the codes that ever existed from the days of Lycurgus to the present Czarina.
Sir LUKEWell.
Mrs. CIRCUITThe law that relates to your case they have borrow'd from the Roman religion.
Sir LUKEAs how?
Mrs. CIRCUITAs no man can be admitted a monk, who has the least corporal spot, or defect; so, no candidate can be receiv'd as a member who is depriv'd of the use of any one of his limbs.
Sir LUKENay, then indeed I am clearly cut out; that incapacity can never be got over.
Mrs. CIRCUITIndeed, the Serjeant says, if the club could be induc'd to resolve in your favour, then the original law would signify nothing.
Sir LUKEWell, well, we'll see what can be done. [A loud knocking.] But hush! the company's come; collect yourself, sweet Mrs. Circuit; don't give your enemies the malicious pleasure of seeing how this disappointment affects you.
Mrs. CIRCUITNever fear; I know a little too much of the world not to turn this defeat to my credit.
Enter Colonel Secret and Mrs. SimperMrs. SIMPERYour servant, Sir Luke; my dear Circuit, I am frighten'd to death – your people tell me, you are but just recover'd from a —
Mrs. CIRCUITOh! nothing at all! a faintness, a kind of swimming – but those people are ever swelling that mole hills to mountains.
Mrs. SIMPERI protest I was afraid that you had suffer'd your late disappointment to lay hold of your spirits.
Mrs. CIRCUITWhat disappointment, my dear?
COLONELMrs. Simper hints at the little mistake made this morning at the Thatch'd House.
Mrs. CIRCUITThat! ridiculous! I could have told you that a fortnight ago, child – all my own doing.
Mrs. SIMPERHow!
Sir LUKEEntirely.
Mrs. CIRCUITOh! I always detested the thoughts of the thing; – they would put me up, let me say what I would, so I was reduc'd to the necessity of prevailing upon two of my friends to black ball me.
Mrs. SIMPERThat, indeed, alters the case.
COLONELI am vastly happy to hear it: your old acquaintance were afraid they should lose you.
Mrs. CIRCUITIt is a sign they know but little of me – but come, my good folks, I have prepared a small collation in the next room, will you —
[Exeunt. Enter Jack and WoodfordJACKI'll watch sister, to see that nobody comes; now Woodford make good use of your time. [Exit Woodford.] There, I have left 'em together; if I had staid, I don't believe they would have open'd their mouths for a month: I never saw such an alteration in a lad since the day I was born. – Why, if I had not known him before, I should not have thought he had a word to throw to a dog; but I remember the old proverb: