l be
attended to--particularly his _Orsino_, in which it gives us pleasure to
observe that we could not discover a fault, but all was uniform
excellence. This character we consider as making an era in the history
of Mr. Cooper's acting. ALPHONSO is a tragedy which merits frequent
repetition.

A

NEW WAY TO PAY OLD DEBTS,

A COMEDY,

IN FIVE ACTS.

BY PHILIP MASSINGER, ESQ.

PRINTED FOR BRADFORD AND INSKEEP, NO. 4, SOUTH THIRD-STREET,
PHILADELPHIA; INSKEEP AND BRADFORD, NEW-YORK;
AND WILLIAM M'ILHENNY, BOSTON,
BY SMITH AND M'KENZIE.

1810.

A NEW WAY TO PAY OLD DEBTS.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

Lord Lovell.
Sir Giles Overreach.
Justice Greedy.
Wellborn.
Allworth.
Marall.
Order.
Furnace.
Amble.
Tapwell.
Welldo.
Watchall.
Vintner.
Tailor.
Creditors.
Lady Allworth.
Margaret.
Froth.
Bridget.
Barbara.

ACT I.

SCENE I.--_The Outside of a Village Alehouse._

_Enter_ Wellborn, Tapwell, _and_ Froth, _from the House._

_Wellb._ No liquor? nor no credit?

_Tap._ None, sir, for you;
Not the remainder of a single can,
Left by a drunken porter.

_Froth._ Not the dropping of the tap for your morning's draught, sir:
'Tis verity, I assure you.

_Wellb._ Verity, you brach!
The devil turn'd precisian! Rogue, what am I?

_Tap._ Troth! durst I trust you with a looking-glass,
To let you see your trim shape, you would quit me,
And take the name yourself.

_Wellb._ How? dog!

_Tap._ Even so, sir.
And I must tell you, if you but advance a foot,
There dwells, and within call (if it please your worship,)
A potent monarch, call'd the constable,
That does command a citadel, call'd the stocks;
Such as with great dexterity will haul
Your poor tatter'd----

_Wellb._ Rascal! slave!

_Froth._ No rage, sir.

_Tap._ At his own peril! Do not put yourself
In too much heat; there being no water near
To quench your thirst: and sure, for other liquor,
I take it,
You must no more remember; not in a dream, sir.

_Wellb._ Why, thou unthankful villain, dar'st thou talk thus?
Is not thy house, and all thou hast, my gift?

_Tap._ I find it not in chalk; and Timothy Tapwell
Does keep no other register.

_Wellb._ Am not I he
Whose riots fed and cloth'd thee? Wert thou not
Born on my father's land, and proud to be
A drudge in his house?

_Tap._ What I was, sir, it skills not;
What you are, is apparent. Now, for a farewel