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Juv. Sat. 6.
Madam,
Your Ladyship's known Goodness gives my Presumption the Hopes of a
Pardon, for prefixing to this slight Work the [Page]
Name of a Lady, whose accurate Judgment has long been the Glory of
her own Sex, and the Wonder of ours: Especially, since it arose from a
Vanity, to which your Indulgence, on the first Perusal of it, gave
Birth.
I wou'd not insinuate to the World that this Play past free from your Censure; since I know it not free from Faults, not one of which escaped your immediate Penetration. Immediate indeed! for your Judgment keeps Pace with your Eye, and You comprehend almost faster than others overlook.
This is a Perfection very visible to all who are admitted to the
Honour of your Conversation: [Page]
Since, from those short Intervals You can be supposed to have had
to yourself, amid the Importunities of all the polite Admirers and
Professors of Wit and Learning, You are capable of instructing the
Pedant, and are at once a living Confutation of those morose Schoolmen
who wou'd confine Knowledge to the Male Part of the Species, and a
shining Instance of all those Perfections and softer Graces which
Nature has confin'd to the Female.
But I offend your Ladyship, whilst I please my self and the Reader;
therefore I shall only beg your Leave to give a Sanction to this
Comedy, by informing [Page]
the World that its Representation was twice honoured with your
Ladyship's Presence, and am, with the greatest Respect,
Madam, Your Ladyships most obedient most humble Servant, Henry Fielding.
Wisemore. | Mr. Mills. | Merital. | Mr. Wilks. | Malvil. | Mr. Bridgwater. | Lord Formal. | Mr. Griffin. | Rattle. | Mr. Cibber . | Sir Positive Trap. | Mr. Harper . | Sir Apish Simple. | Mr. Miller
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WOMEN. | Lady Matchless. | Mrs. Oldfield. | Vermilia. | Mrs. Porter . | Helena. | Mrs. Booth. | Lady Trap. | Mrs. Moor. | Catchit. | Mrs. Mills. |
SCENE, the Piazza.
Mr. Malvil, good morrow; I thought the Spirit of Champagne wou'd have lengthen'd your Repose this Morning.
Malv.
No, Sir, the Spirit of something else disturbs my Mind too much:
an unfortunate Lover and Repose are as opposite as any Lover and
Sense.
Mer.
Malapert simile! What is there in Life? what Joys? what
Transports which flow not from the Spring of Love? The Birth of Love
is the Birth of Happiness, nay even of Life; to breathe without it, is
to drag on a phlegmatick insipid Being, and struggle imperfect in the
Womb of Nature.
Malv.
What in the name of Fustian's here?
Mer.
Did you not see the Lady Matchless last night? what
Ecstasies did she impart even at a distance to her Beholders!
Malv.
A beautiful, rich, young Widow in a Front-box, makes as much
Noise, as a Blazing-star in the Sky; draws as many Eyes on her, and is
as much criticised on in the polite World, as the
other in the Learned. With what envious Glances was she attacked
by the whole circle of Belles! and what amorous ones by the Gentlemen
Proprietors of the Toupet, Snuff-box, and Sword-knot!
Mer.
Nor cou'd all this elevate her to the least Pride or Haughtiness;
but she carried it with an Air not conscious of the Envy and Adoration
she contracted. That becoming Modesty in her Eyes! that lovely, easy
Sweetness in her Smile! that Gracefulness in her Mein! that Nobleness,
without Affectation in her Looks! in short, that one compleat Charm in
her Person!—Such a Woman as this does as much Mischief amongst the
Men of Sense—
Malv.
As some Beaus do amongst the Women of none. But, by your speaking
so feelingly, I shou'd suspect some Mischief here.
Malv.
Ha! she is a Blazing-star, indeed; where does she live? or
rather, where is she worshipped? and in what Street is her Temple?
Mer.
I have described her, and sure my Picture is not so bad as to
require its name under it.
Malv.
But it is so good, that I am afraid you hardly took Nature for a
Pattern.
Mer.
Thou art always endeavouring to be satirical on the Ladies:
pr'ythee, desist; for the name of an ill-natured Wit will slightly
ballance the Loss of their Favour. Who wou'd not prefer a dear Smile
from a pretty Face?—
Malv.
To a Frown from an ugly one—But have I never seen this
Inestimable?
Mer.
No, Sir, nor the Sun has never seen her but by peeping through a
Window; she is kept as close, as a jealous Spaniard keeps his
Wife, or a City-Usurer his Treasure; and is now brought to Town to be
married to that gay Knight, Sir Apish Simple.
Malv.
You have a Rival then, there's one Difficulty.
Mer.
Ay, and many Difficulties, which, in Love, are so many
Charms, In the first Place, the young Lady's Guardian, Sir
Positive Trap by Name, is an old, precise Knight, made up of
Avarice, Folly, an ill-bred Surliness of Temper, and an odd,
fantastick Pride built on the Antiquity of his Family, into which he
enrolls most of the great Men he ever heard of. The next is his Lady,
who is his absolute Empress; for tho' he be monstrously morose to the
rest of the World, he is as foolishly easy, and credulous to his Wife.
Malv.
And she, I suppose, is as easy to the rest of the World, as
imperious to him.
Mer.
Then my Mistress is made up of natural Spirit, Wit and Fire; all
these she has improved by an intimate Conversation with Plays, Poems,
Romances, and such gay Studies, by which she has acquired a perfect
Knowledge of the Polite World without ever seeing it, and turned the
Confinement of her Person into the Enlargement of her Mind. Lastly, my
Rival,—but his Character you know already. And these are my
Obstacles.
Malv.
But what Objection does the old Knight make to your Pretensions?
Mer.
Several. My Estate is too small, my Father was no Baronet, and I
am—no Fool.
Malv.
Those are weighty Objections, I must confess: To evade the first
you must bribe his Lawyer, to conquer the second purchase a
Title—and utterly to remove the last, plead Lover.
Mer.
Kindly advised. But what Success are you like to reap from that
Plea with Vermilia?
Malv.
Why faith! our Affair is grown dull as a Chancery-Suit; but, if
it be much more prolix, my Stock of Love will be so far exhausted,
that I shall be like a contested Heir who spends his Estate in the
Pursuit of it, and, when his litigious Adversary is overthrown, finds
his Possessions reduced to a long Lawyer's Bill for more then he is
able to pay.
Mer.
But then your Fates will be different, the one condemned to
starve in a Prison, and the other to surfeit in Matrimony-Tho', by
what I see, you are in little danger of bringing Matters to that
Issue.
Malv.
Hast Thou seen? Come, perhaps you have discovered what, indeed,
her late Coldness gives me reason to fear.
Malv.
A Rival.
Mer.
Ha, ha, ha! you certainly are the most unfortunate in your
Temper, and most an Enemy to yourself of any Man in the World. Be
assured, Jack, that if after what has passed between you, so
long a Service, and so many apparent Signs of the sincerest Passion on
your side, and such a manifest Reception of it on hers, she yet jilts
you; she has rid you of the greatest Pest in Nature.
Malv.
'Sdeath! cou'd I reason thus with myself, I might think so, but I
love her above my Reason. I see my Folly, and despise it, and yet
cannot shun it.
Mer.
Well, you are the first in the Class of Romantick Lovers. But,
for my Part, I wou'd as soon turn Chymist and search for the
Philosopher's Stone, as a Lover to run headlong after an Ignis
Fatuus, that flies the faster the more it is pursued.
Malv.
These are the known Sentiments of you light, gay, fluttering
Fellows; who, like the Weather-cock, never fix long to a Point, 'till
you are good for nothing.
Mer.
And you Platonick Lovers, like the Compass, are ever pointing to
the same Pole, but never touch it.
Malv.
You are a sort of Sports-men who are always hunting in a Park of
Coquettes, where your Sport is so plenty, that you start fresh Game
before you have run down the old.
Mer.
And you are a sort of Anglers ever fishing for Prudes, who
cautiously steal, and pamper up their Vanity with your Baits, but
never swallow the Hook.
Malv.
But hast thou then discovered any Thing in Vermilia's
Conduct, that—?
Mer.
That makes me confident you will never gain her, so I advise you
to raise the Siege; for you must carry that Garrison by Storm, and, I
know, you have not so much Bravery in Love— Ha, Amazement! Is not
that Wisemore?
Malv.
Dear Wisemore, a thousand Welcomes; what propitious Wind
has drove thee to Town?
Wisem.
No Wind propitious to my Inclination, I assure ye, Gentlemen; I
had taken leave of this Place long ago, its Vanities, Hurries, and
superficial, empty, ill-digested Pleasures.
Mer.
But you have seen your Error, and, like a relenting Nun who had
too rashly taken Leave of the World, art returned to enjoy thy
Pleasures again.
Wisem.
No, 'tis Business, Business, Gentlemen, that drags me hither; my
Pleasures lie another Way, a Way little known to you Gentlemen of the
Town.
Malv.
Not so little known as you imagine, Ned, nor have you been
supposed alone these three years in the Country. 'Tis no Secret that
you have had the Conversation of—
Wisem.
—The Wise, the Learned, the Virtuous. Books, Sir, have been
mostly my Companions, a Society preferable to that of this Age. Who
wou'd converse with Fools and Fops, whilst they might enjoy a Cicero
or an Epictetus, a Plato or an Aristotle? Who
wou'd waste his Afternoons in a Coffee-House, or at a Tea-Table, to be
entertained with Scandal, Lies, Balls, Operas, Intrigues, Fashions,
Flattery, Nonsense, and that Swarm of Impertinences which compose the
common-place Chat of the World? Who would bear all this, did he know
the Sweets of Retirement?
Mer.
Let me survey thee a little, that I may be certain you are my old
Friend metamorphosed, and no Apparition.
Wisem.
Look ye, Sirs, of all Places in the World, my Spirit wou'd never
haunt this. London is to me, what the Country is to a gay,
giddy Girl, pampered up with the Love of Admiration; or a young Heir
just leapt into his Estate and Chariot. It is a Mistress, whose
Imperfections I have discovered, and cast
off. I know it; I have been a Spectator of all its Scenes. I have
seen Hypocrisy pass for Religion, Madness for Sense, Noise and
Scurrility for Wit, and Riches for the whole Train of Virtues. Then I
have seen Folly beloved for its Youth and Beauty, and reverenced for
its Age. I have discovered Knavery in more Forms then ever Proteus
had, and traced him through them all, 'till I have lodged him behind
a Counter, with the Statute of Bankruptcy in his Hand, and a Pair of
gilded Horns in his Pocket.
Mer., Malv.
Ha, ha, ha!
Wisem.
I know the Folly, Foppery, and Childishness of your
Diversions—I know your Vices too.
Malv.
And hast practised them, to my Knowledge.
Wisem.
So much the more have they contracted my Hate. Oons! If I do not
get out of this vile Town in three Days, I shall get out of the World
in four.
Mer.
But what earnest Business has drove thee hither now, so much
against thy Will?
Malv.
He is married, his Wife has drawn him hither, and he is jealous.
Mer.
Or are you in Law, and have been rid down this Morning by a fat
Serjeant or Sollicitor?
Malv.
He has been writing Philosophy, and is come to Town to publish
it.
Wisem.
I have been studying Folly, and am come to Town to publish it. I
know that Title will sell any Productions, or some of your modern
Poets, who hardly merit that Name by their Works, wou'd merit it by
starving.
Mer.
But they deal not so openly with the World, for they promise much
tho' they perform little. Nay, I've sometimes seen. Treatises where
the Author has put all his Wit in the Title-Page.
Wisem.
Why, faith, and politick enough; for few Readers now look farther
than the Title-Page.
Mer.
But pr'ythee what is this Errand of Folly, as you are pleased to
term it?
Wisem.
O beyond Conception; I shudder with the Apprehension of its being
known. But why do I fear it? Folly or Vice
must be of a prodigious Height to over-top the Crowd; but if it
did, the tall, over-grown Monster would be admired, and, like other
Monsters, enrich the Possessor. I see your Women have gone through
with the Transformation and Dress like us, nay, they frequent
Coffee-Houses too; I was frightned from one just now by two Girls in
Paduasuay Coats, and Breeches.
Malv.
Ha, ha, ha! those were two Beaus, Ned.
Wisem.
So much the greater Transformation, for they had, apparently,
more of the Woman than the Man about them. But, perhaps, by Them this
amphibious Dress may be a significant Calculation, for I have known a
Beau with every thing of a Woman but the Sex, and nothing of a Man
besides it.
Malv.
They will esteem you for that Assertion.
Wisem.
Why ay, it may recommend them to the Tea-Tables. For the natural
Perfections of our Sex, and the unnatural Acquisitions of her own,
must be a rare Compound to make a Woman's Idol.
Mer.
Sure, never was Man so altered! Do not affect Singularity this
way, for in Town, we look on none to be so great a Fool as a
Philosopher, and there is no Fool so out of Fashion.
Wisem.
A certain Sign Fools are in Fashion. Philosophy, is a true Glass,
which shews the Imperfections of the Mind as plain as the other of the
Body; and, no more than a true Glass, can be agreeable to a
Town-Constitution.
Mer.
So, here comes one who will hit your Taste—
To them, RATTLE.
Rattle.
Merital, Malvil, a Buss dear Boys. Ha! hum! what Figure is
that?
Mer.
Mr. Rattle, pray know my Friend, Mr. Wisemore?
Rattle.
That I will gladly. Sir, I am your most obedient, humble Servant,
Sir.
Wisem.
Sir, I am very much yours.
Malv.
A bold Declaration, indeed! And what may require some Assurance
to maintain, since it is ten to four, Thou hast never spoke to this
new Mistress, nay, perhaps, never seen more of her than her Picture.
Rattle.
Her Picture! ha, ha, ha; who can draw the Sun in its Meridian
Glories? Neither Painting, Poetry, nor Imagination can form her Image.
She is young and blooming as the Spring, gay and teeming as the
Summer, ripe and rich as the Autumn.
Malv.
Thy Chymistry has from that one Virtue extracted all the rest, I
very modestly suppose.
Mer.
You know, Harry, Malvil allows the Sex no Virtues.
Rattle.
That's because they allow him no Favours. But to express my
Mistress's Worth, in a Word, and prove it too— She is the Lady
Matchless.
Wisem.
Ha!
Rattle.
Pugh! Tom, you know I have succeeded against greater
Multitudes before now—and she is a Woman of excellent Sense.
Wisem.
You fix your hopes on a very sound Foundation, Sir; for a Woman
of Sense will, undoubtedly, set a just Value on a laced Coat, which
Qualification is undeniably yours.
Rattle.
Sir, as I take it, there are other Qualifications appertaining
to—
Wisem.
But none preferable in the Eyes of some Women, and the Persons of
some Men, Sir.
Rattle.
I believe she will find some preferable in the Person of your
humble Servant, Sir.
Wisem.
Say you so! Then know, Sir, I am your Rival there.
Rattle.
Rival, Sir! and do you think to supplant me, Sir?
Wisem.
I think to maintain my Ground, Sir.
Mer.
And is this the Folly you are come to Town to publish? For a
Philosopher to go a Widow-hunting is a Folly with a Vengeance.
Rattle.
What queer Bundle of Rusticity is that?
Mer.
A Man of admirable Sense, I assure you. Your Hopes in the Widow
now are not worth much.
Rattle.
Pugh! there's a Rival, indeed! Besides, I am sensible that I am
the happy He whom she has chosen out of our whole Sex. She is stark
mad in Love, poor Soul! and let me alone when I have made an
Impression. I tell yee, Sirs, I have had Opportunities, I have had
Encouragements, I have had Kisses and Embraces, Lads; but, mum. Now,
if you tell one Word, Devil take me, if ever I trust you with a Secret
again.
Malv.
You will pardon me, Harry; but if I believe one Word of
it, may I never know Secret again.
Rattle.
I am glad of that; my Joy makes me blab, but it may be for the
Lady's Honour not to have it believ'd.
Malv.
Ay, faith, and for the Honour of her Sense too.
Rattle.
I pumped Sir Apish, as you desired; it seems, all Matters
are agreed on with the old Folks, he has nothing now but to get his
Mistress's own Consent.
Malv.
That's only a Form; Miss says Yes now after her Father as readily
as after the Parson.
Rattle.
Well, well, I thank Fate my Mistress is at her own Disposal.
Mer.
And you did not tell Sir Apish I was his Rival? you can
keep a Secret?
Malv.
And to publish them so well, that had you been so and known it,
your supposed Father wou'd have known his Blessing, and the World his
Title.
Rattle.
But why shou'd you think I can't keep a Secret? Now, upon Honour,
I never publish any one's Intrigues but my own.
Malv.
And your Character is so publick that you hurt no-body's Name but
your own.
Rattle.
Nay, curse take me, if I am ashamed of being publickly known to
have an Affair with a Lady, at all.
Malv.
No? but you shou'd be asham'd of boasting of Affairs with Ladies
whom it is known you never spoke to.
Mer.
There you are too hard on him, for Rattle has Affairs.
Rattle.
And with Women of Rank.
Malv.
Of very high Rank, if their Quality be as high as their Lodgings
are.
Rattle.
Pr'ythee, Malvil, leave this satirical, ill-natur'd way,
or, upon my Word, we pretty Fellows shall not care to be seen in your
Company.
Mer.
You must excuse him, he is only envious of your Success, and as
the Smiles of a Mistress raise your Gayety, so the Frowns of a
Mistress cause his Spleen.
Rattle.
Do they? But you and I, Tom, know better: for, curse me,
if it be in the Power of the Frowns of the whole Sex to give me an
uneasy Moment. Neither do I value their Smiles at a Pinch of Snuff.
And yet, I believe, I have as few of the first, and as many of the
last, as—
Mer.
How! how! not value the Widow's Smiles?
Rattle.
Humph! they are Golden ones.
Malv.
Here's a Rogue wou'd persuade us he is in Love, and all the
Charms he can find in his Mistress are in her Pocket.
Rattle.
Agad, and that Opinion is not singular. I have known a fine
Gentleman marry a rich Heiress with a vast deal of Passion, and bury
her at the Month's End with a perfect Resignation.
Rattle.
You fix his Passion on the wrong Object; it was her Fortune he
was so violently enamour'd with, and had that been demanded of him,
agad, he wou'd have had no more Resignation than a Lawyer to refund
his Fee.
Mer.
I am of Rattle's Opinion; for if this was not the general
Notion, how wou'd some celebrated Toasts maintain their Eclat,
who, considered out of the Light of their Fortune, have no more
Charms, than Beau Grin out of his Embroidery.
Rattle.
Or my Lady Wrinkle out of her Paint.
Mer.
And again, others be neglected who have every Charm but Wealth.
In short, Beauty is now considered as a Qualification only for a
Mistress, and Fortune for a Wife.
Malv.
The Ladies are pretty even with us, for they have learnt to value
good Qualities only in a Gallant, and to look for nothing but an
Estate in a Husband.
Rattle.
These are rare Sentiments in a Platonick Lover.
Mer.
Well put. How can a Man love, who has so ill an Opinion of the
Sex?
Malv.
Merital, you are always touching the Wounds of your
Friend, which are too tender to endure it.
Mer.
Well, Gentlemen, are you for the Mall this Morning?
Rattle.
With all my Heart.
Malv.
I have Business, but will meet you there.
Rattle.
Gad, that's well thought on, I must call on some Ladies, but they
lie in our Way.
Malv.
Ay, your Ladies commonly lie in every Body's Way.
Mer.
You will find me in the Mall, or at St. James's.
MERITAL, Lord FORMAL.
Mer.
Ha! here's a Fool coming, and he is unavoidable. My Lord, your
humble Servant; to see you at this End of the Town is a Miracle, and
at so early an Hour.
Mer.
Ha, ha, ha! a very tiresome Circuit.
L. Form.
It has exagitated my Complexion to that Exorbitancy of
Vermeille, that I shall hardly reduce it to any tolerable
Consistency under a Fortnight's Course of Acids.
Mer.
I think, my Lord, it is hardly worth while to be concerned about
Natural Colours, now we are arrived at such a Perfection in
Artificial.
L. Form.
Pardon me. We have, indeed, made some Progress in red, but for
your pale Colours, they must be acquired naturally, your white Washes
will not subdue Cherry-Cheeks.
Mer.
O if that be the Malady, I wou'd prescribe to the Gentlemen a
Course of Rakery, and to the Ladies a Course of Vapours.
L. Form.
Well, positively, going into a Bookseller's Shop is to me the
last of Fatigues, and yet it is a necessary one: for since the Ladies
have divided their Time between Cards and Reading, a Man, to be
agreeable to them, must understand something of Books, as well as
Quadrille.
Mer.
I am afraid, if this Humour continue, it will be as necessary in
the Education of a pretty Gentleman to learn to read, as to learn to
dance.
L. Form.
Why, I'll tell you how I do. By going to a Bookseller's Shop once
a Month, I know the Titles and Authors of all the new Books: So when I
name one in Company, it is, you know, of consequence supposed I have
read it; immediately some Lady pronounces Sentence, either favourable,
or not, according as the Fame of the Author and her Ladyship's Cards
run high or low,—then good Manners enrols me in her Opinion.
Mer.
A very equitable Court of Justice truly
L. Form.
Reading, Sir, is the worst Thing in the World for the Eyes; I
once gave into it, and had in a very few Months gone through almost a
dozen Pages in Cassandra. But I found
it vastly impaired the Lustre of my Eyes. I had, Sir, in that
short Time perfectly lost the direct Ogle—But I lose Time— for
I'm going to make a Visit just by—a—I presume, you hear that I
intend shortly to quarter my Coat of Arms?
Mer.
The World, my Lord, is rather amazed how my Lord Formal
has so long withstood such Temptations.
L. Form.
Why truly I have had as many Temptations as any Man. But I have
ever laid it down as a Maxim that a Wife shou'd be very rich. Men who
do not know the World will talk of Virtue and Beauty. Now, in my
Opinion, Virtue is so scarce, it is not worth the looking after; and
Beauty so common, it is not worth the keeping.
Mer.
Do you think a fine Woman so trifling a Possession, my Lord?
L. Form.
Why a fine Woman—is a very fine Thing— and so—is a fine
House, I mean to entertain your Friends with: for they, commonly,
enjoy both, with the additional Pleasure of Novelty, whilst they pall
on your own Taste.
Mer.
This from you, my Lord, is surprizing. Sure, you will allow some
Women to be virtuous.
L. Form.
O yes. I will allow an ugly Woman to be as virtuous as she
pleases, just as I will a poor Man to be covetous. But Beauty in the
Hands of a virtuous Woman, like Gold in those of a Miser, prevents the
Circulation of Trade.
Mer.
It is rather like Riches in the Possession of the Prudent. A
virtuous Woman bestows her Favours on the Deserving, and makes them a
real Blessing to the Man who enjoys her; whilst the vicious one, like
a squandring Prodigal, scatters them away; and, like a Prodigal, is
often most despised by those to whom she has been most kind.
L. Form.
This from the gay Mr. Merital is, really, very surprizing.
Mer.
Yes, my Lord, the gay Mr. Merital now stands Candidate for
a Husband. So you cannot wonder that I wou'd persuade the Ladies of my
good Principles, which may engage some or other to chuse me.
L. Form.
It will as soon engage a Country Borough to chuse you
Parliament-Man. But I must take an abrupt Leave. For
he Sweetness of your Conversation has perfumed my Senses to the
Forgetfulness of an Affair, which being of a consequential Essence,
obliges me to assure you that I am your humble Servant.
MERITAL alone.
Prince of Coxcombs! 'sDeath! 'tis in the Mouths of such Fellows as these, that the Reputations of Women suffer; for Women are like Books. Malice and Envy will easily lead you to the Detection of their Faults; but their Beauties good Judgment only can discover, and Good-nature relish. And Woman, that noble Volume of our greatest Happiness,
SCENE Lady Matchless's House.
Lady MATCHLESS, VERMILIA.
Upon my Word, Vermilia, you wrong me, if you think Noise, Equipage or Flattery give me any real Pleasure; it is, indeed, a pleasing Triumph for a Prisoner eloped, to reflect on her past Confinement, and present Freedom; freed from that Torment, an injurious Husband: One who—but he is gone, and, I hope, to Heaven.
Verm.
That's a generous Wish, my Dear; and yet I believe it is the Wish
of many whose Husbands deserve a worse Place.
La. Match.
You mean, during the Life of a bad Husband; but those Prayers,
then, flow more from Self-interest than Generosity; for who wou'd not
wish her Spouse in Heaven, when it was the only way to deliver herself
out of a Hell?
Verm.
True, indeed. But yours are the Efforts of pure Good-nature, you
pray for the Happiness of your Tyrant now you are delivered out of his
Power.
La. Match.
Ah! poor Man! Since I can say nothing to his Advantage, let him
sleep in Peace; my Revenge shall not be on his Memory, but his Sex;
that Part of it which I know wou'd follow his Example, were they but
in his Place.
Verm.
You have Opportunities enough of Revenge, and Objects enough to
execute it upon; for, I think, you have as many Slaves in your
Assemblies, as the French King in his Galleys.
La. Match.
Why, really, I sometimes look on my Drawing-Room as a little
Parliament of Fools, to which every different
Body sends its Representatives. Beaus of all sorts. The courtly
Lord, who addresses me with a formal, well-bred Dissimulation. The
airy Sir Plume, who always walks in the Minuet-Step, and
converses in Recitativo.
Verm.
And is a Narcissus in every thing but Beauty.
La. Match.
Then the robust Warrior, who proceeds by way of Storm or Siege.
The Lawyer, who attacks me, as he wou'd a Jury, with a Cringe, and a
Lie at the Tip of his Tongue. The Cit, who wou'd cheat me by way of
Bargain and Sale. And— your settling Country Esquire, who wou'd put
my Life into half his Estate, provided I wou'd put his whole Family's
into all mine.
Verm.
There is a more dangerous, tho' a more ridiculous Fool than any
of these, and that is a fine Gentleman, who becomes the Disguise of a
Lover worse than any you have named.
La. Match.
O, ay; a Man of Sense acts a Lover, just as a Dutchman
wou'd a Harlequin. He stumbles at every Straw we throw in his
way, which a Fop wou'd skip over with Ease.
Verm.
But pray, my Dear, what Design have you in View from all these
Lovers?
La. Match.
The very Design Nature had when she formed them, to make Fools of
them.
Verm.
But you will not be surprized, if I admire that you give the
least Encouragement to the finest Gentlemen.
La. Match.
Indeed, I approve your Remark. Why, it proceeds from this Reason;
that of Love, like other Fevers, is only dangerous to a rich
Constitution, and therefore I am cautious of giving a Distemper which
I do not intend to cure—for I have no absolute Intention ever to
marry again.
Verm.
Nor absolute Resolution against it, I dare swear.
La. Match.
To say the Truth, I cannot positively affirm I have: nor, if I
had, am I confident I shou'd be able to keep it. For when Sir
William died, I made a secret Resolution never to run a second
Hazard: but—a—at the Year's End, I don't know how —a—I had
like to have fallen into the Snare again.
Verm.
Well, and by what lucky Chance delivered?
La. Match.
The very Night before our intended Marriage, I flew away to
London, and left my poor disappointed Swain to vent his Passion to
the Wind.
La. Match.
Ah! Vermilia, let the jealous Husband learn from Me, there
is more Danger in Woods and purling Streams, than in an Assembly or a
Play-House. When a beauteous Grove is your Theatre, a murmuring
Cascade your Musick, Nature's flowry Landskips your Scene, Heaven only
the Spectator, and a pretty Fellow the Actor—the Lord knows what the
Play will be.
Verm.
But I hope this five Months Absence has restored you to a perfect
Statu quo.
La. Match.
Had he pursued his Conquest then, I am afraid I shou'd have
fallen before him; but he has given Resolution Time to rally, and I am
now so fortified against him that all his Attacks wou'd prove in vain.
Verm.
Be not too confident, for I have heard Military Men say, that a
Garrison, to be secure, shou'd have its Works well mann'd as well as
strong.
To them CATCHIT.
Catch.
Madam, your Ladyship's Coach is at the Door.
La. Match.
Come, my Dear, by this, I believe, the Park begins to fill.
Verm.
I am ready to wait on you, my Dear. Catchit, if Mr.
Malvil comes you may tell him where I'm gone.
Catch.
Yes, Madam.
CATCHIT alone.
Well, sure Nature has not a more ridiculous Creature than a jealous Lover. Never did a Lady in my Profession get more by forging Smiles and favourable Expressions from a Mistress, than I, by making Mr. Malvil believe mine values him less than she does. He has promised me a Diamond Ring to discover his Rival. Ay, but how shall I discover his Rival, when he has none? Hum! Suppose I make him one! Ay, but that may make Mischief; well, but that must make for me. Well then. But who shall this Rival be? Ha! Mr. Merital is a Favourite of my Lady, and is often here. There is an Appointment too between him and Helena to meet here at five—my Lady will be at Home too. Now if I cou'd but persuade Malvil that that Assignation was meant with him!
Catch.
Whatever it be, Sir, it is for your Service; you will be the
Death of me, you will. I am always contriving, and plotting, and
studying, and lying, and swearing, for you.
Malv.
And you shall see no End of my Gratitude.
Catch.
Nor no Beginning either, I am afraid: you are in my Debt at least
five hundred Pound at the Rate of a Guinea a Perjury: if I had carried
them to Westminster-Hall I had made a better Bargain.
Mal.
Let me enjoy that dear cold Mistress of thine, and thou shalt be
paid.
Catch.
I fear that's an uncertain Condition.
Malv.
Ha! what say you?
Malv.
'Sdeath! do not torture me.
Catch.
It sparkles so sweetly.
Malv.
Come, you have discovered something. I have a Rival then.
Vermilia is a Jilt.
Catch.
Yes, marry, have you.
Malv.
Be quick, dear Tormenter.
Catch.
Well, it is the prettiest Ring I ever saw.
Malv.
Here, take it, take any thing, tell me but all thou knowest.
Catch.
O your Servant, Sir; well, you are a charming Man, and one can
deny you nothing. I have made such a Discovery.
Malv.
O dear, dear Rogue!
Catch.
This very Morning, has my Lady been praising a certain Gentleman
with such Raptures; running him over from Head to Foot with so much
Admiration and Fondness! Then every now and then, Catchit,
(says she) don't you think him an Angel? Hum! a very dark one (says
I.) Did you ever see such Eyes, such Teeth, such a Mouth? (says she.)
In my Opinion, they are all very poor (says I.) Then such a Shape!
such an Air (says she.) Why, ay, the Man wou'd do for a Dancing-Master
(says I.) Lud! Madam, (says I) wou'd you wou'd think of poor Mr.
Malvil. (And, to be sure, the Tears stood in my Eyes when I said
it.) O no (says she) I will think of none but Merital. Then
(says I)—
Malv.
Torments and Furies! Merital!
Catch.
My Mistress doats on him, and has appointed to meet him.
Malv.
How? where? when?
Catch.
Here, at five.
Malv.
'Sdeath! 'tis impossible.
Catch.
It may be impossible, perhaps; but it is true.
Malv.
Merital a Villain! Vermilia a Jilt! Then the whole
World's an Illusion.
[Walks and speaks disorderly.
D'ye hear; do not disclose a Word of this to any one.
Catch.
You may depend on me, Sir.
Malv.
But where's Vermilia?
Mal.
Be secret, and be diligent, you shall not repent your Pains.
Catch.
Not whilst you have Jealousie in your Head, and Money in your
Pocket, Signior. Well, how this Affair will end I know not; but, I am
sure, the Beginning has been good.
Scene Sir Positive Trap's House.
Lady TRAP, HELENA.
Hel.
To be sold! to be put up at Auction! to be disposed of, as a
piece of Goods, by way of Bargain and Sale!
Neice, Neice, you are dealt with, as a piece of rich Goods; you are to be disposed of at a high Price; Sir Positive understands the World, and will make good Conditions for you. You will have a young Gentleman, and a pretty Gentleman.
Hel.
Yes; if a good Estate can make a pretty Gentleman.
Sooner than a pretty Gentleman can make a good Estate. The pretty Gentlemen of our Age know better how to spend, than to get one.
Hel.
Well, well, Madam, my own Fortune is sufficient to make the Man I
love happy. And he shall be one whose Merit is his only Riches, not
whose Riches are his only Merit.
The Man you love! O Impudence! I wou'd be ashamed, was I a young Woman, to be even thought to have an indecent Passion for a particular young Fellow.
Hel.
I would, indeed, be ashamed, was I an old Woman, to be known to
have an indecent Passion for all Fellows in general.
Audacious! dare you reflect on Me! on Me for Fellows! who am notorious for my Abhorrence of that beastly Sex. The young Women of our Age, really, are enough to put one out of Countenance.
Do you think you have so much Beauty then, Miss?
Hel.
I think I have enough to do so small an Execution; and, I am
sure, I have enough to please my self, and him I desire to please; let
the rest of the World think what they will, 'tis not worth my care; I
have no Ambition to be toasted in every Company of Men, and roasted in
every Assembly of Women: for the Envy of the Women is a necessary
Consequence of the Admiration of the Men.
To them, Sir POSITIVE TRAP.
Sir Pos.Justifie me, Deary, justifie me; your Neice says I have an indecent Passion for your whole Sex.
Sir Pos.Hel.
You have hit the Nail on the Head, my dear Uncle.
Hel.
Surfeiting Genealogy! ha, ha, ha.
Hel.
No, Sir, I honour them so far, that I am resolved not to take a
Fool into the Family.
Hel.
Indeed! executed? O barbarous!
Had you heard her just now, you wou'd have thought her ripe for any thing; I protest she made me blush.
Sir Pos.Hel.
She who did that, I am sure, was ripe for any thing.
I have wonder'd how a Creature of such Principles, cou'd spring up in a Family so noted for the Purity of its Women.
Sir Pos.Hel.
Do you look on my Consent as unnecessary then? For he has never
made any Addresses to me.
Ay, this Courtship is an abominable, diabolical Practice, and the Parent of nothing but Lies and Flattery. The first who used it was the Serpent to beguile Eve.
Sir Pos.Hel.
Yes. But know, Uncle of mine, that I am a Woman, and may be as
positive as you, and so your Servant.
After her, Honey; don't leave her to herself in this Rage.
Sir Pos.Lady TRAP alone.
If Helena be Sir Simple's to-morrow, I have but this
Day for my Design on Merital. Some way he must know my Love:
But shou'd he reject it and betray me! Why, if he does, 'tis but
denying it bravely, and my reserv'd Behaviour has raised me such a
Reputation of Virtue, that he wou'd not be believed. Yet how to let
him know! Shou'd I write! that were too sure a Testimony against me;
and yet that's the only way. My Neice goes to Lady Matchless's
this Evening. I'll make him an Assignation, in her Name, to meet by
dark, in the Dining-room. But how to make it in her Name!
[Pauses.
Ha! I have thought of a Way, and will about it instantly.
HELENA, and Sir POSITIVE TRAP.
Hel.
Don't teaze me so, dear Uncle. I can never like a Fool, I abhor a
Fop.
Hel.
His Estate I don't want, and his Title I despise.
Hel.
Since nothing else will do, I am engaged by all the strength of
Vows and Honour.
Hel.
Perhaps, Sir, I'll never marry at all.
Hel.
In my Opinion, I can't do worse, than to marry a Fool.
To them, Lady TRAP with a Letter.
La. Trap.O my Dear, see what good luck has presented us with. A Letter from your Neice to Merital.
Dear Sir,
This Afternoon my Uncle will be abroad, to-morrow I am intended for Sir Apish. I need say no more, than at six this Evening, you will find in the Dining-room Yours,
Helena.
P. S. I shall be alone, and in the Dark: Ask no Questions. but come up directly.
But, Dreary, this is not her Hand.
La. Trap.Do you think, Child, she would not disguise it as much as possible?
Sir Pos.Hel.
Insupportable! to confront me with a Forgery!
But, really, it does not look very like her Hand.
Sir Pos.This may be some Counterfeit. I wou'd engage my Honour she is innocent. Copy it over before your Uncle, my Dear, that will be a Conviction.
Sir Pos.Hel.
Bring Pen, Ink, and Paper there. You shall not have the least
Pretence to accuse me.
O horrible! write to a Man! Had I held a Pen, at her Age, with that Design, my Hand wou'd have shook so, that I should have spilt my Ink, with the bare Apprehension.
Hel.
Now, Sir, be convinced, and justifie me.
Are you blind? they are both alike to a Tittle.
Hel.
You have out-faced me bravely before Sir Positive. You may
not, perhaps, do so before an impartial Judge.
Lady TRAP alone.
It is strange that Women shou'd contend for Wit in a Husband, when they may enjoy such an Advantage from having a Fool.
St. James's Park.
Lady MATCHLESS, VERMILIA, MERITAL, RATTLE.
Mer.
Indeed, Vermilia, it is very barbarous in you to torment
poor Malvil so. Don't you think, if you shou'd drive him to
any desperate Extremity, you wou'd have a great deal to answer for?
And I assure you, by Words he has lately dropt, I fear he has some
such Design.
Rattle.
Don't you imagine, Widow, that an humble Servant of yours is in
as much Danger?
Ver.
Wou'd he have me believe him mad enough to run his Neck into one
Noose, because I am not mad enough to run mine into a worse. No, no.
You all use those Words, Ropes, Daggers, Swords and Pistols, only as
Embellishments of Speech; or, if you have any Design by them, it is to
frighten us, not injure yourselves.
Mer.
You might justly say, he had more Love than Reason.
Ver.
Why do you attempt then to persuade us into so despicable an
Opinion of your Reason?
Mer.
Malvil says, that's the surest way to your Love: and that
the lower we are in your Opinion of our Sense, the higher we are in
your Favour. He compares those to two Scales, of which as the one
rises the other falls.
Mer.
Since a Lover is such a ridiculous thing, Madam, e'en turn one
into a Husband.
Rattle.
It is a Receipt, which has cured many a vapoured Lady of my
Acquaintance.
Mer.
But, Lady Matchless, what wou'd you say to a Lover who
shou'd address himself to your Reason, and try to convince you of the
principal End in the Formation of Woman, and the Benefits of
Matrimony, from the Lights of Nature and Religion, disclose to you the
System of Platonick Love, and draw his Pretensions from his Wisdom,
and his Arguments from his Philosophy.
Mer.
Then you have just such a Lover arrived.
Mer.
No, 'tis the Ghost of a departed Beau, in the Habit of a Country
Squire, with the Sentiments of an Athenian Philosopher, and the
Passion of an Arcadian Swain.
Rattle.
Variety enough: For by his Dress you wou'd imagine he came from
North Friezland, and his Manners seem piping hot from the Cape of
Good-Hope.
Rattle.
—Or an old Bride-groom who has out-liv'd the third Night.
Ver.
Dear Matchless, let us turn; for I see one coming whom I
wou'd avoid.
Mer.
You won't be so cruel! I'll discover you.
Ver.
Do: and I will revenge myself on you to Helena.
Mer.
Some of Rattle's Acquaintance.
Malv.
Was not Vermilia there?
Mer.
She was.
Malv.
Do you act friendly, Merital?
Mer.
Ay, faith! and very friendly; for I have been pleading your Cause
with the same Earnestness as if I had been your Council in the Affair.
I have been a sort of Proxy to you.
Malv.
Confusion!
Malv.
I am engaged, but will meet at five.
Mer.
Nay, then I am engaged, and to meet a Mistress.
Malv.
A Mistress at five!
Mer.
Ay, Sir, and such a Mistress.—But I see something has put you
out of Humour: So I will not expatiate on my Happiness: for I know
Lovers are, of all Creatures, the most subject to Envy. So, Servant.
MALVIL alone.
Malv.
And thou shalt find they are subject to Rage too. Do you laugh at
your successful Villany! Yet his open Carriage wou'd persuade me he
has no ill Design. This Morning too he told me of another Mistress.
But that may be false, and only intended to blind my Suspicions. It
must be so. Vermilia's fond Expressions, her Appointment, his
denying her. O they are glaring Proofs! and I am now convinced. Yet
all these Appearances may be Delusions. Well, I will once more see
her. If I find her innocent, I am happy; if not, the knowing her
Guilt may cure my Love. But Anxiety is the greatest of Torments.
SCENE Lady Matchless's House.
Verm.
An Affair, Sir!
Malv.
You know too well the Justice of my Accusation, nor am I Stranger
to your soft, languishing Fondness, your wanton Praises of my Rival,
of Merital, your walking in the Park, your Appointment with
him.
Malv.
O, it were worse than ten thousand Deaths to find I have wrong'd
you, and I wou'd undergo them all to prove you innocent.
Verm.
To think you innocent I must think you mad. Invention cannot
counterfeit any other Excuse.
Malv.
A Reflection on your own Conduct, Madam, will justify every Part
of mine, but my Love.
Verm.
Name not that noble Passion. A Salvage is as capable of it as
thou art. And do you tax me with my Love to Merital? He has as
many Virtues as thou hast Blemishes. The proudest of our Sex might
glory in his Addresses, the meanest might be ashamed of thine. Go,
curse thy Fate, and Nature, which has made thee an Object of our
Scorn: but thank thy Jealousie, which has discovered to thee that thou
art the Derision of a successful Rival, and my Aversion.
MALVIL, CATCHIT. [Malvil stands as in amaze.]
Catch.
O Gemini! Sir, what's the matter? I met my Mistress in the
greatest Rage.
Malv.
You know enough, not to have asked that. Here, take this Letter,
and when Merital comes to his Appointment, you will find an
Opportunity to deliver it him. Be sure to do it before he sees your
Mistress; for I have contrived a Scheme in it that will ruin him for
ever with her.—You will deliver it carefully?
Catch.
Yes, indeed, Sir.
Malv.
And learn what you can, and come to my Lodgings To-morrow
Morning—take this Kiss, as an Earnest of what I'll do for you.
CATCHIT alone.
Catch.
Methinks, I long to know what this Scheme is. I must know, and I
will know. 'Tis but Wafer-sealed. I'll open it and read it. But here
are the Ladies.
Lady MATCHLESS, VERMILIA.
La. Match.Verm.
I am concerned only that I should ever have favoured him in my
Opinion.
Verm.
Which Cure when I afford him, may I—
Verm.
Nay, but, dear Matchless, do not rally me on that Subject.
Verm.
Yes, and Love has made a Jest of the Wise, who seem to have no
other Quarrel to it, but that they are the least successful in it.
Verm.
What?
To them RATTLE.
Rattle.
Ladies, your humble Servant.
Rattle.
But what signifies Skill in the Physician, when the Patient will
not take his Advice?
Verm.
When he mistakes the Disease, his Advice is not like to be safe.
And, I assure you, I never was less in the Vapours than now.
Rattle.
Pox take her, wou'd she was dead: for she's always in my way.
Rattle.
I believe, Madam, you are in very little Danger. But, Widow, the
whole Town wonders you are not surfeited with so much Courtship.
Verm.
Courtship, Mr. Rattle, is a Dish adapted to the Palate of
our Sex.
Rattle.
But there is a second Course more agreeable, and better adapted
to a Lady's Palate. Courtship is but a long, dull Grace to a rich
Entertainment, both equally, Banes to sharp-set Appetite, and equally,
out of Fashion; the Beau-monde say only Benedicite, and then
fall on.
Lady MATCHLESS, Lord FORMAL, VERMILIA, RATTLE.
L. Form.Rattle.
That's an over-strained Compliment, my Lord: we all know you are
entirely devoted to the Ladies.
Rattle.
Methinks, my Lord, you who profess Good-breeding, shou'd be less
particular before Ladies.
Verm.
O, we may excuse Particularity in a Lover; besides, Lord Formal
is so perfect a Master of Good-breeding, that if he launched a little
out of the common Road, the World wou'd esteem it a Precedent, and not
an Error.
Verm.
Has your Lordship published this Book? It must be mightily read,
for it promises much—And then the Name of the Author—
Rattle. [Aside.]
Promises nothing.
To them, Sir POSITIVE TRAP, Sir APISH SIMPLE, HELENA.
Sir Pos.Rattle. [Aside.]
Their Husbands Business, I believe.
Why, Sir Father of mine, you will not speak against Dancing before the Ladies. Clear-starching, indeed! You will pardon him, Madam, Sir Positive is a little a la Campaigne.
Sir Pos.Hel.
I never saw an Opera, Cousin, and, indeed, I have a great
Curiosity—
Ha, ha, ha! Musick make a Lady's Head ake!
Sir Pos.Verm.
Christen'd Name! I apprehended, Sir, that Cæsar lived
before the Time of Christianity.
To them, WISEMORE.
Wisem.
Ha! Grant me Patience, Heaven. Madam, if five Months Absence has
not effaced the Remembrance of what has passed between us, You will
recollect me with blushing Cheeks. Not to blush now, were to forsake
your Sex.
Wisem.
How was I deceived by my Opinion of your good Sense! But London
wou'd seduce a Saint. A Widow no sooner comes to this vile Town, than
she keeps open House for all Guests. All, all are welcome. Your
Hatchments were at first intended to repel Visitants; but they are now
hung out for the same hospitable End, as the Bills, Lodgings to Let
, with this Difference only, that the one invites to a Mercenary, the
other to a free Tenement.
Rattle.
This Behaviour, Sir, will not be suffered here.
No, Sir, this Behaviour, Sir, will not be suffered here, Sir.
L. Form.Wisem.
Madam, I may have been too rude; I hope you'll pardon me: the
sudden Surprize of such a Sight hurried away
my Senses, as if I sympathized with the Objects I beheld. But I
have recovered them. My Reason cools, and I can now paint out your
Errors. Start not at that Word, nor be offended that I do it before so
many of your Admirers: for tho' my Colours be never so lively, the
weak Eye of their Understanding is too dim to distinguish them. They
will take them for Beauties. They will adore you for them. You may
have a Coronet doubtless. A large Jointure is as good a Title to a
Lord, as a Coronet is to a fine Lady.
Wisem.
O Nature, Nature, why didst thou form Woman, in Beauty the
Master-piece of the Creation, and give her a Soul capable of being
caught with the tinsel Outside of such a Fop as this! This empty,
gaudy, nameless Thing!
Wisem.
Madam, by all that's heavenly, I love you more than Life, wou'd I
might not say than Wisdom; if it be not in my Power to merit a Return,
let me obtain this Grant, that you wou'd banish from you these Knaves,
these Vulturs; Wolves are more merciful than They. What is their
Desire, but to riot in your Plenty? to sacrifice your boundless Stores
to their licentious Appetites? to pay their desponding Creditors with
your Gold? to ravage you, ruin you: nay, to make you curse that
auspicious Day, which gave you Birth.
Omnes.
Ha, ha, ha!
Rattle.
Agad! I wou'd advise you to wade off before the Stream's too
high: for your Philosophy will be sure to sink you.
Rattle.
I have seen it make many a wise Esquire froth at the Mouth before
now.
Verm.
That must be a very likely Sign of a Lover, indeed.
Wisem.
O very, very likely; for it is a certain Sign of a Madman.
Wisem.
If I stay, I shall be mad, indeed. Madam, farewel; may Heaven
open your Eyes before you are shut into Perdition.
Lady MATCHLESS, VERMILIA, HELENA, Lord FORMAL, Sir POSITIVE, Sir APISH, and RATTLE.
La. Match.Hel. [Aside.]
I am uneasy at this Disappointment of Merital—Sir, my
Aunt will be at home before us.
Lady MATCHLESS, VERMILIA, Lord FORMAL, Sir APISH and RATTLE.
L. Form.I presume that Gentleman has some Heiress with him.
Sir Apish.Why, she is to be my Wife to-morrow morning.
La. Match.Why, indeed, I do not like Country Education; but then I consider that the Town Air will produce Town-breeding: for there was Lady Rig , who, when first she came to Town, nothing was ever so aukward. But now she swims a Minuet, and sits you eight and forty Hours at Quadrille.
L. Form.Ah! l'Amour! a perfect Declaration! She is in love with me, Mardie!
Ah! Madam, if I durst declare it, there is a certain Person in the World, who, in a certain Person's Eye, is a more agreeable Person, than any Person, amongst all the Persons, whom Persons think agreeable Persons.
La. Match.Ah! Madam, my Eyes sufficiently, and evidently declare that that Person, is no other Person, than your Ladyship's own Person.
Rattle.
Come, Gentlemen, are you for the Opera?
Your Ladyship's everlasting Creature.
Lady MATCHLESS, VERMILIA.
Verm.
And pray, my Dear, what do you mean by an additional Lover?
To them, CATCHIT.
Catch.
Oh Madam, I have been waiting this half Hour for an Opportunity.
There's a terrible Scene of Mischief going forwards. Mr. Malvil
, has been taxing me about Mr. Merital, and so, I let drop a
few Words, and so, he has taken a Fit of Jealousie, and so see the
Consequence.
Catch.
Why, Madam, he had heard that Mr. Merital had an
Appointment here, and so, he desired me to give him this Letter, and
so, and so—
Verm.
And so, you had the Curiosity to open it?
Verm.
Prevent! No, I'll further it rather.
Verm.
Your Fault!
Catch.
If you will pardon me, Madam, I'll discover the whole Mistake.
Catch.
Why, Madam, I had heard that Mrs. Helena was to be here at
five, and so I sent word to Mr. Merital; and Mr. Malvil
coming in at that Time, (which was when your Ladyship went to the
Park this Morning) I dropt a Word or two about meeting a Mistress
here, and so, I suppose, he thought it was your Ladyship, and so, this
Afternoon he gave me a Letter, which I must own my Curiosity—
Verm.
Very fine, indeed!
Catch.
O Madam, I am dextrous at those Things.
Scene, Sir Positive Trap's House.
Lady TRAP discovered, and then MERITAL.
La. Trap.Every Thing is prepared, now is the happy Hour. I hear some Steps, 'tis surely he. Who's there? My Love?
Mer.
My Life! my Soul! my Joy!
Soft, my Aunt will hear us.
Mer.
Oh! name her not. She is a perfect Antidote to Love. Let these
blessed Moments be spent in nothing but soft Caresses; Oh! let me
breathe out my fond Soul on thy Lips, and let thine
own inform thee what I'd say; it will, I know, be tender as my
Thoughts.
La Trap. [Aside.]
What Fools Men are to make Bustles about particular Women, when
they know not one from another in the dark?
Mer.
But say, my Life, what Method shall I contrive for your Escape?
Consider, you are in the Jaws of Wretches, who wou'd for a little
Profit see you miserable for ever.
I must blame my ill-advised Boldness, in trusting myself alone, even with you. I fear the Frailty of my own Sex, and the Strenght of yours.
Mer.
Not infant Babes can love their tender Mothers with more
Innocence. Sure, my Helena has observed nothing in my Conduct
to ground such a Suspicion on. But let us not trifle. Go with me now,
do not trust your Aunt, she has Cunning enough to deceive a thousand
Argos's.
Nay, you have no Reason to asperse my Aunt, she always speaks well of you, and I hate Ingratitude.
Come, come, Madam, contrive some Way for an Escape, or I shall make use of the present Opportunity. My Passion must be cooled.
La. Trap. [In a low Voice.]
I'll call my Aunt, if you dare attempt.
Mer.
She is here already, Madam. Ha, ha, ha, did you think I did not
know a fine Woman from a green Girl? Cou'd not my warm, vigorous
Kisses inform you that I knew on whom they were bestowed? You must
long since have discover'd my Passion for your Neice to have been a
Counterfeit, a Covering on my Flame for you. Be assured, Madam, she
has nothing agreeable to Me but her Fortune. Wou'd you manage wisely,
you might secure yourself a Gallant, and your Gallant an Estate.
Cou'd I believe you, Sir, it were an Affront to my Virtue.
Mer.
Ah! Madam, whom did you expect just now, when, with a languishing
Sigh, you cried, Who's there? My Love? That's not a Name for a
Husband?
Since I am discovered, I will own—
Mer.
Let me kiss away the dear Word,—Brandy and Assafoetida, by
Jupiter.
But will you be a Man of Honour?
Mer. [Aloud]
For-ever, Madam, for-ever, whilst those bright Eyes conquer all
they behold.
The Devil's in it if this does not alarm somebody.
Softly, Sir, you will raise the House.
Mer. [Aside.]
I am sure, I never wanted Relief more.—
Ha! I am alone, in the dark, a Bed-Chamber by, if you shou'd attempt my Honour, who knows what the Frailty of my Sex may consent to? Or, if you shou'd force me, am I, poor weak Woman, able to resist? Ay, but then there is Law and Justice, yet you may depend too fatally on my Good-nature.
Mer.
Consider, Madam, you are in my Power; remember your Declaration.
I had your Love from your own dear Lips. Consider, well, the
Temptation of so much Beauty, the Height of my offered Joys, the Time,
the Place, and the Violence of my Passion. Think on this, Madam, and
you can expect no other than that I shou'd this Moment seize on all my
Transports.
If you shou'd—Heaven forgive you.
Mer. [louder still.]
Yet, to convince you of my Generosity, you are at your Liberty. I
will do nothing without your Consent.
Then to shew you what a Confidence I repose in your Virtue, I vow to grant whate'er you ask.
Mer. [very loud]
And to shew you how well I deserve that Confidence, I vow never
to tempt your virtuous Ears with Love again; but try, by your Example,
to reduce licentious Passion to pure Platonick Love.
HELENA behind, with Sir POSITIVE with a broad Sword.
Sir Pos.Ha! Sir Positive's Voice! Avaunt, nor think all thy Entreaties shall avail against my Virtue, or that it is in the Power of all Mankind to make me wrong the best, the kindest of Husbands. I swear I never will, even in Thought, more than at this Moment.
Sir Pos.O! my Dear, you are most seasonably come, for I was hardly able to resist him.
Sir Pos.Mer.
My usual Business, Sir, Cuckoldom. My Design is against your
Worship's Head and your Lady's Heart.
Mer.
Yes, Sir, the easiest way to the Husband is through the Wife.
Hel.
Assure yourself, I'll speak to you no more.
Au! the Monster!
Mer.
Your Monster is gone before, Madam.—So, whilst I am trying to
blind the Aunt with a pretended Passion for her, the Neice over-hears;
and she'll speak to me no more!—There never comes any Good of making
Love to an old Woman.
Scene, Wisemore's Lodgings.
WISEMORE alone.
How vain is human Reason, when Philosophy cannot over-come our Passions! when we can see our Errors, and yet pursue them. But if to Love be an Error, why shou'd great Minds be the most subject to it? No, the first Pair enjoy'd it in their State of Innocence, whilst Error was unborn.
To him, Servant with a Letter.
Serv.
A Letter, Sir.
Sir,
You, who are conscious of being secretly my Rival in the midst of an intimate Friendship, will not be surprized when I desire that Word may be cancelled between us, and that you wou'd not fail me to-morrow at Seven in Hide-Park. Your injured,
Malvil.
What can this mean? Ha! here's a Postscript.
P. S. Your poor Colourings of Love for another Woman, which you put on this Morning, has confirm'd, not baffled my Suspicion. I am certain you had no Mistress to meet at Lady Matchless's but Vermilia.
Who brought this Letter?
Serv.
A Porter, Sir, who said it required no Answer.
Wisem.
What am I to think? Am I in a Dream? or was this writ in one?
Sure, Madness has possessed the World, and Men, like the Limbs of a
tainted Body, universally share the Infection. What shall I do! to go,
is to encounter a Mad-man, and yet I will. Some strange Circumstances
may have wrought this Delusion,
which my Presence may dissipate. And, since Love and Jealousie
are his Diseases, I ought to pity him, who know by dreadful
Experience,
Lady MATCHLESS, VERMILIA, Masqued.
I am sure I saw some one hereabouts, who, by his Posture, Actions, and Dress, must be my Swain. Well, Vermilia, this sure is the maddest Prank—what will the World say?
Verm.
The World is a censorious, ill-natur'd Critick, and I dispise its
Cavillings. Besides, I am now grown careless of every thing. O! my
Dear! it is the most valuable Privilege of Friendship to disburthen
our Secrets into one another's Bosoms—If you knew those of mine—I
am sure you wou'd pity me.
To them, WISEMORE.
La. Match.Wisem.
Is to be foolish, mad, miserable—To be in Love is to be in
Hell.
Wisem.
From sad Experience—I have been in Love—so monstrously in
Love, that, like a Bow over-bent, I am now relaxed into an opposite
Extreme—and heartily hate your whole Sex.
Wisem.
No, she has lost her self—and in a Wilderness.
Wisem.
Ay, in that Town! that worst of Wildernesses! where Follies
spread like Thorns; where Men act the part of Tygers, and Women of
Crocodiles; where Vice lords it like a Lion, and Virtue, that Phoenix,
is so rarely seen, that she is believed a Fable—But these Sentiments
do not please you, so, pray leave me.
Verm.
Our Company, Sir, was your own Choice.
Wisem.
I would have raised the Devil sooner, and sooner wou'd I have
laid him—Your Curiosity, Madam, is a sort of a Hydra, which
not even a Hercules can tame; so, dear Ladies, leave me, or I
shall pull off your Sham-faces—
Wisem.
Perhaps so. I believe, indeed, you shew the best Part of you.
Wisem.
Half-a-crown I will. The best Sight to me is your Back, turn it,
and away; you lose your Time, indeed, you do. What can such as you
with a plain, honest Man like me? Go, seek your Game: the Beaus will
begin to yawn presently, and Sots return home from their Debauches,
strike in there, and you make your Fortune, at least, get a Dinner,
which you may want by staying here.
Wisem.
Faith, Madam, I shou'd not. Grandeur, is to me nauseous as a
gilded Pill, and Fortune, as it can never raise my Esteem for the
Possessor, can never raise my Love. My Heart is no Place of mercenary
Entertainment, nor owns more than one Mistress. Its spacious Rooms,
are all, all hers who slights and despises it. Yes, she has abandon'd
me, and I will abandon my self to Despair; so, pray leave me to it,
for such as you can have no Business with the Unhappy.
Wisem.
Wou'd your Tongue was in my Power, tho' I question, even then,
the Possibility of stopping it. I wonder the Anatomy of a Woman's
Tongue does not enable our modern Philosophers to discover a perpetual
Motion. To me, the Turkish Yawl at an On-set, the Irish
Howl at a Funeral, or the Indian Exclamation at an Eclipse,
are all soft Musick to that single Noise.—It has no Likeness in
Nature, but a Rattle-snake: The Noise as odious, and the Venom as
dangerous.
Wisem.
The Serpent practises not half your Wiles. He covers not his
Poison with the Cloak of Love. Like Lawyers, you gild your Deceit, and
lead us to Misery, whilst we imagine our selves pursuing Happiness.
Wisem.
Methinks, either of those Possessions shou'd be maintained by
juster Titles—In my Opinion, the only Title to the
first shou'd be Right, and to the latter Merit, Love and
Constancy.
Wisem.
The Purse may, indeed, win the Lawyer; but for the other you must
depend on Chance. You may as well teach us a certain Method to gain
that fickle, airy, imaginary Mistress, Fortune, whose Emblems
you are. For your Favours are as blindly bestowed, as fickle in their
Duration—and, like Fortune, you often curse him most to whom
you seem most kind.
To them MALVIL.
Malv.
Wisemore and Women! My Philosopher turned Rake!
Good-morrow, Ned; I see a Country Gentleman must have his
Morning Walk.
Wisem.
What does he mean? this Coldness ill suits his Letter. [Aside.]
—Ay, Sir, and you are very seasonably come to my Assistance, or I
had been devoured by two She-Wolves, more ravenous than any in the
Desarts of America.
Malv.
Nay, Ladies, it was barbarous to attack with Odds, when even
singly, you might have vanquished.
Wisem.
I'll promise any thing to be rid of you.
Malvil and Vermilia advance.
Verm.
Indeed! so gallant!
Verm.
But how are you sure that first Sight will be agreeable?
Malv.
Why, faith! as no Woman has Charms enough to engage my Constancy
to the last; so neither does Any want enough to fire my Desires at
first. But, if thy Face be potently ugly, keep it to thy self, and
discover only thy Beauties. You are young, I am sure, and well-shaped,
have a vast Share of Wit, and a very little Share of Modesty.
Verm.
Impudence! In what, pray, have I discovered my Want of it?
Malv.
In your Pretension to it, Child; and, faith! that's better than
the real Possession. What is Modesty, but a flaming Sword to keep
Mankind out of Paradise? It is a Jack-with-a Lanthorn, that mis-leads
poor Women in their Roads to Happiness. It is the Contempt of all
Society; Lawyers call it the sign of a bad Cause, Soldiers of
Cowardice, Courtiers of Ill-breeding, and Women—the worst Sign of a
Fool. Indeed, it has, sometimes, made a good Cloak for the beauteous,
tawdry Outside of a Lady's Reputation. But, like other Cloaks, it is
now out of Fashion, and worn no where but in the Country.
Verm.
Then to silence your Impertinence at once, know, Sir, that I'm a
Woman of Fashion, rigidly virtuous, and severely modest.
Malv.
A blank Verse, faith! and may make a Figure in a fustian Tragedy.
Four fine sounding Words, and mean just nothing at all.
Verm.
I suppose these are the Sentiments of you modern fine Gentlemen.
The Beaus of this Age, like the Criticks, will not see Perfections in
others which they are Strangers to themselves. You confine the
masterly Hand of Nature to the narrow Bands of your own Conceptions.
Malv.
Why what have we here? Seneca's Morals under a Masque!
Verm.
I hope that Title will prevent your further Perusal.
Malv.
I'll tell you a way to do it.
Verm.
O name it.
Verm.
That's an Uncertainty, I'm afraid, considering the Sentiments you
just now professed.—Was you, indeed, that Heroe in Love which your
Friend is there?
Malv.
No, faith! I have been Heroe in Love long enough.
Verm.
What Woman was blessed with so faithful an Admirer. Pray, what
was your Mistress's Name?
Malv.
Her Name was nothing. I was violently enamoured with a
Constellation of Virtues in a fine Lady, who had not one in her whole
Composition.
Verm.
And pray, Sir, how was you cured of your Love?
Malv.
As Children are of their Fear, when they discover the Bug-bear.
La. Match. [Advancing with Wisemore]
Well, you will be punctual?
Verm.
O, my Dear, I have met with a discarded Lover too, full as
Romantick as yours.
Wisem.
Shall we never lose your Prating?
Wisem.
Not even to look after you.
Verm.
Bie, Constancy; ha, ha, ha!
Malv.
And am very sorry to see it too, Ned, ha, ha!
Wisem.
This Reception, Sir, ill agrees with your Letter. But 'twere
absurd to expect Coherencies in a Mad-man's Behaviour.
Malv.
What's this?
Wisem.
Was it, Sir, from my expressed Abhorrence of this civil Butchery,
you pitched on me as one who wou'd give you
the Reputation of a Duelist, without the Danger? perhaps, you had
rather met with another.
Malv.
That I had, indeed.
Wisem.
Death and the Devil! did you invite me here to laugh at me?
Malv.
Are you mad, or in a Dream?
Wisem.
He who denies To-day what he writ Yesterday, either dreams, or
worse. Your monstrous Jealousy, your Challenge, and your present
Behaviour, look like a feverish Dream.
Malv.
Invite! Jealousy! Challenge! What do you mean?
Wisem. [Shews a Letter]
Read there, then ask my Meaning.
Malv. [Reads]
Ha! my Letter to Merital! villainous Jade! She has altered
the Name too on the Superscription. I am abused, indeed!
Wisem.
Well, Sir!
Mal.
Wisemore, be assured my Surprize is equal to yours. This
Letter, I did, indeed, write, but not to you.
Wisem.
How!
Malv.
Believe me, on my Honour, I did not send it you. His Name to whom
I designed it is erased, and yours superscribed, I suppose, by the
Person to whom I entrusted the Delivery. And, be assured, you was not
the Enemy I wished to meet here.
Wisem.
What Novel's this?
Malv.
Faith! it may be a pleasant one to you, and no less useful to me.
But the Morning is late, you shall go home, and breakfast at my
Lodgings, and, in the Way, I will let you into the whole Story.
Wisem.
Whatever it be which clears my Friend from the Imputation of so
wild a Delusion, must be agreeable to me.
Malv.
And now we will have our Swing at Satire against the Sex.
Wisem.
I shall be as severe, as a damned Poet is on the Age.
Malv.
And, perhaps, for the same Reason—at least the World will
always give Satire on Women the Names of Malice and Revenge—whoever
aims at it, will succeed
Scene Sir Positive Trap's House.
HELENA alone.
Hel.
Of three deplorable Evils, which shall I chuse? To endure the
Tyranny of an imperious Aunt? to venture on a Man whose Inconstancy I
have been an ocular Witness of? or support the Company of a Fool for
Life? Certainly, the last is the least terrible. I do now think our
Parents are wiser than we are, and have Reason to curb our
Inclinations: since it is a happier Lot to marry a Fool with a good
Estate, than a Knave without one.
Sir POSITIVE, HELENA.
Sir Pos.Hel.
I am sensible, Sir, how unworthily I had fixed my Heart; and I
think, neither Wisdom nor Honour oblige me to be undutiful to you
longer.
To them Sir APISH.
Sir Pos.You had a very strong Constitution then, Sir Positive.
Upon my Word, Sir Positive, I cannot Dance a Step.
Sir Pos.The Parson! I suppose he is a Welch one, and Plays on the Violin, ha, ha, ha!
Hel.
I see my Cousin has been as good as her Word.
Matrimony! Ha, ha, ha! Sir Positive is merry this Morning.
Sir Pos.Sir, I have more Reason to be out of Humour; for you have invited me to Breakfast, without preparing any.
Sir Pos.Sir, I am no Cannibal.
Sir Pos.Sir, I never had such a Thought since I was begotten.
Sir Pos.Poor Sir Positive! is it his first Fit, Madam?
Sir Pos.Nay, nay, I have no time to reason with a Madman; but I hope when you hear I am married to one of the finest Ladies about Town, it will cure your Phrenzy; and so, Sir, your humble Servant.
Hel.
Bless me, Sir! what's the Meaning of this?
The Piazza.
Wisem.
That's the Name, the Place this, the Hour ten.
Malv.
Impudent Harlot!
Wisem.
She made me pass my Word to keep it secret from you; but when I
perceived it the same Name with that in your Letter, I thought myself
obliged by Friendship to discover it. The other Signals were a red
Cloak and a Masque.
Malv.
Thou dearest, best of Friends. Ten you say? it is now within an
Hour of the time. Since you do not intend to keep your Assignation, I
will take it off your Hands. But you may yet heap another Obligation
on me by your Presence; for I am resolved to expose her.
Wisem.
I am to meet a Serjeant-at-law hard by—but will return with all
possible Expedition, and then—if I can be of Service.
Malv.
If you return before the Hour you will find me at Tom's,
if not here.
Wisem.
Till then farewell—How am I involving myself in other Mens
Affairs, when my own require my utmost Diligence! What Course shall I
take? I cannot resolve to leave her, and, I am sure, she has given me
no hopes of gaining her. Yet she has not shewn any real Dislike, nor
will I ever imagine her Inclination's leaning to any of those Fops she
is surrounded with.
Wisem.
One that has puzzled all who ever attempted it— Woman, Sir, was
the subject of my Contemplation.
Mer.
Ha! Hey! What Point of the Compass does the Widow turn to now?
Wisem.
A very frozen one. Foppery.
Mer.
Let me advise thee, Ned, to give over your Attack, or
change your Method. For, be assur'd Widows, are a Study you will
never be any Proficient in 'till you are initiated into that modern
Science which the French call Le bon Assurance.
Wisem.
Ay, ay, we may allow you Gentlemen of professed Gayety those
known turns of Rallery, since they were the Estate of your
Fore-fathers: there is an hereditary Fund of little Pleasantries which
the Beaus of every Age enjoy, in a continual Succession.
Mer.
Well, and, I hope, you will do those of this Age the Justice to
confess, they do not attempt any Innovation in the Province of Wit.
Wisem.
Art thou so converted then as to despise the Fops?
Mer.
As much as thou dost the Women, I believe, Ned.
Wisem.
You mistake me. It is their Follies only I despise. But there,
certainly, are Women, whose Beauty to their Minds, like Dress to their
Beauty, is rather a Covering than an Ornament.
Mer.
These are high Flights, indeed. But, tell me, on what do you
build your hopes of the Widow?
Wisem.
On an Opinion I have of her good Sense, and good Nature. The
first will prevent her favouring a Fop, the latter may favour me.
Mer.
And, pray, what Foundation is your Opinion of her good Sense
built on? If, as you just now seemed to think, the Beaus are its
Supporters—it is a very rotten one.
Mer.
Hum! I believe, Women very seldom take Matrimony for a Penance.
Wisem.
You draw too direct Inferences from her Conduct towards Coxcombs.
Depend on it, they are Mirrours, in which you can hardly discover the
Mind of a Woman of Sense, because she seldom shews it them unmasqued.
If she be not a Woman of Sense, I have, indeed, built a Castle in the
Air, which every Breeze of Perfumes can over-turn.
Mer.
Why, really, it seems to me very little else, by what I know of
her Ladyship. But you are one of those reasonable Lovers who can live
a Day on a kind Look, a Week on a Smile, and a soft Word wou'd victual
you for an East-India Voyage.
Wisem.
I find the Conversation of a Friend effaces the Remembrance of
Business.
Mer.
Any thing to the Island of Love?
Wisem.
No, no, to that of Law.
Mer.
Success attend you—why, I have been forgetful too. But Fortune,
I see, is so kind as to remind me.
Sir APISH, MERITAL.
Mer.
Sir Apish, your humble Servant.
Dear Tom, I kiss your Button.
Mer.
That's a pretty Suit of yours, Sir Apish, perfectly gay,
new, and Alamode.
He, he, he! the Ladies tell me I refine upon them. I think, I have studied Dress long enough to know a little, and I have the good Fortune to have every Suit liked better than the former.
Mer.
Why, indeed, I have remarked that, as your dull Pretenders to
Wisdom grow wiser with their Years, so your Men of Gayety the older
they grow, the finer they grow. But, come, your Looks confess there is
more in this. The Town says it too.
What, dear Tom?
He, he, he! I'll make you my Confident in that Affair. 'Tis true, I had such a Treaty on Foot, for the Girl has ten Thousand Pounds, which wou'd have patched up some Breaches in my Estate; but a finer Lady has vouchsafed to throw a hundred into my Lap, and so I have e'en dropt the other.
Mer.
What, are you in actual Possession?
Of her Heart, Sir, and shall be, perhaps, of every thing else in a Day or two. Ah! she's a fine Creature, Tom, she is the greatest Beauty, and the greatest Wit—Pshaw! can't you guess whom I mean?
Mer.
No—for I know no Orange Wench of such a Fortune.
Why, who can be all this but Lady Matchless?
Mer.
Upon my Word, I commend your Exchange. Sir Apish, it lies
in your Power to do me an exquisite Favour— and, I know, you will do
any thing to serve your Friend.
I wou'd as much as another indeed—why what a Pox, does he intend to borrow Money of me?
Yes, yes, as I was saying, Tom, I wou'd do any thing to serve a Friend in Necessity, but Badness of Tenants, two or three supernumerary Suits of Laced Cloaths, and a bad Run of Dice have reduced me, really, to such an Extremity of Cash—
Mer.
You misapprehend me. You were this Morning, I hear, to be married
to Helena?
And, ha, ha, ha! I must tell it you, I have been just now, with Sir Positive Trap, her Uncle; and when he expected the Performance of Articles, I persuaded him he was mad, laughed at him, and, with a brave Front, faced him down that I knew nothing of the matter.
Mer.
You shall go back then immediately, turn your former Visit into
Raillery—tho' it be a little absurd, it will pass on the
Knight—dissemble a Willingness to go through Affairs, I will be your
Chaplain, and may, perhaps, go through Affairs in your Place.
Is she an Acquaintance of yours then?
Mer.
O, ay.
Dear Tom, I am very glad I can oblige you by a Resignation, and will do to the utmost of my Power; and to shew you, Sir, that I love to serve a Friend, Sir, I'll but step to the next Street, and be here, Sir, at your Commands, Sir, in a Moment, Sir.
Mer. [solus.]
My Rencounter with the old Lady, last Night, surprized me: There
must have been some Mystery in that Affair, which my Disguise may help
me to unravel. Men of capricious Tempers wou'd raise a hundred
Jealousies on this Occasion; but it shall be ever my Sentiments of a
Mistress, in all doubtful Cases—
Scene, Lady Matchless's House.
Lady MATCHLESS, VERMILIA.
La. Match.Ver.
The best Embitterers, you mean; but, in my Opinion, Scandal is
the sweetest of the two, and least dangerous.
Ver.
You banter, sure. But, if you are in earnest, I must advise you
to get another Proxy, for I heartily hate Mankind, and will forswear
any Conversation with them.
Ver.
And, pray, what has caused this sudden Revolution in your Temper,
since, if I am not mistaken, you, but yesterday, expressed some Favour
for him?
Ver.
O Constancy! Thou art a Virtue.
Ver.
I am afraid it proved abortive, and died before it was born. But
if it ever had Being, it was most certainly feminine; and, indeed, the
Men have been so modest to allow all the Virtues to be of our Sex.
Ver.
But you railly, sure, in what you say concerning Lord Formal
.
Ver.
Were I sure it wou'd give an uneasy Moment to Malvil, I
wou'd; for there is nothing I wou'd stick at to be revenged on him.
SCENE, Sir Positive's House.
Sir POSITIVE, HELENA.
Sir Pos.Hel.
He was wise enough to believe me, for I threatned no
Impossibilities. But, don't put on that severe Aspect, dear Uncle,
for, I protest, it makes you look so like one of the Cæsar's
Heads, in our long Gallery.
Hel.
Ha, ha, ha! I am afraid we can hardly call Cousin. But pray, did
he leave any Legacy to us?
Hel.
And pray, what will all that Honour sell for?
Hel.
But if I were to chuse a Husband, I shou'd be more forward to
enquire into his own Merits, than those of his Ancestors.
Hel.
Do you think so, Sir? I have heard there is not a more dangerous
Place than a China-Shop; take Care my Aunt does not bring one home in
a Jar, and then you may chance to see it pop forth its Horns, on the
Top of your Cabinet.
Sir Pos. [Aside.]
Ha! I must own, I do not like these Morning Rambles.
Hel.
Lookee, Sir, I can make Discoveries to you; and since my Aunt has
falsely accused me with being the Occasion of Sir Apish's
Behaviour to-day, I will tell you out of Revenge what I would never
have told you out of Love. In short, my Aunt has—
Hel.
Planted something that will branch to Maturity in less than a
hundred Years, ha, ha, ha! She has set a modern Front upon your old
Tabernacle, ha, ha, ha!—I hear the Coach stop this Moment. Step, but
into that Closet, and you shall hear her convict herself.—I'll bring
her to Confession.
Sir Pos. [Aside.]
Hum! methinks, I grow suspicious.
Hel.
Nay, nay, nay, if you don't accept the Tryal, I shall proclaim
you dare not.
Hel.
Any, any Punishment. But fly, she's just here.
Lady TRAP, HELENA.
La. Trap.I am fatigued to death—Oh! your Servant, Miss; but, perhaps I ought to say, Mistress, your Husband may have changed your Title since I saw you.
What do you mean, Madam?
Hel.
Ha, ha, ha! dear Aunt, the World knows the Use of China-Shops,
tho' Sir Positive does not.
You seem to know, Madam, I think, more than is consistent with your Years.
Hel.
And you seem to practise, Madam, more than is consistent with
yours. The Theory becomes my Age much better than the Practice does
yours.
Your Age! marry come up, you are always boasting of that Youth and Beauty which you have.
Hel.
That's more excusable, than to boast of that Youth and Beauty
which we have not.
I know whom you reflect on—I thank my Stars, indeed, I am no Girl; and as for Beauty, if my Glass be allowed a Judge—
Hel.
A very corrupt Judge; for a Glass is so well-bred a Thing, that
it tells every Woman she is a Beauty. O! it is the greatest Flatterer
in the World to our Faces, but the Reverse in one thing; for it never
disparages us behind our Backs.
Malapert Creature! A Girl is now-a-days no sooner out of her Leading-strings than she sets up for a Toast. And, as the Girls are Women before their Time, so the Men are Children all their Lives, for they will be devouring the green Fruit.
Hel.
And sure, the green is preferable to the withered, Aunt. Come,
come, Madam, you had better make me your Friend and Confident, for, if
you declare War, I shall be able to enlist more Soldiers than you. But
here's my Hand, and if you will let me into your Secrets, I'll give
you the Honour of a Woman never to disclose them.
To them, Sir APISH, MERITAL disguised as a Parson.
Sir Apish.Lady Trap, I am your most obedient; sweet Mistress Helena , I am everlastingly yours.
Sir Apish, your Behaviour this Morning staggered us, but I am glad to find you are relapsed.
Sir Apish.He, he, he! it was all a Jest, upon my Word; as I question not, but my future Behaviour will explain to that Lady.
Hel.
It has already explained you, Sir, to me, to be the greatest Jest
in Nature.
Sir Apish, you know too much of the World to regard a young Lady's Coyness, and I assure you, Sir, it is all affected; for she is ever repeating your Name, even in her Sleep. Don't blush, Child; but you'll exuse the Faults of Youth; she will learn more Sense.
Hel.
I don't know whether you move my Anger, or my Pity most. But for
that Thing there, I'd have him know, I scorn and detest him.
I wou'd not have your Ladyship chagrin at my Bride's Expression. For, I'll engage, we shall hate one another with as much good Breeding, as any Couple under the Sun.
Mer.
Give me the Permission to lead you, Madam.
Sir Apish. [Apart to Lady Trap.]
If you wou'd leave Miss a few Minutes with Mr. Parson here, I
wou'd engage for his Success—He is a noted Match-maker.
Neice, pray be attentive to that reverend Gentleman; he will convince you of your Errors—Come, Sir Apish, we'll take a Turn in the Dining-room; Sir Positive will not be long.
[These two Speeches spoke together.]
Hel. [Aside.]
Sir Positive is safe, I'm sure, 'till I give him an
Opportunity to sneak off, so I've a Reprieve at least.
Mer.
Be not frightned, dear Madam; for I have nothing of Sanctity, but
the Masque, I assure you.
Hel.
No, to upbraid you were loss of Time, indeed, for the
Remonstrances of an injured Woman have but little Weight with such
hardened Sinners.
Mer.
Hum! the Sight of a Gown has not inspired you, I hope; you don't
intend to preach, but if you do, the Wedding, you know, is always
before the Sermon,—which is one of the chief Things wherein Hanging
and Matrimony disagree.
Mer.
Are you really, in earnest, Child?
Hel.
That Question surprizes me, when you know I was Witness to your
last Night's Adventure.
Mer.
Faith, my Dear, I might have been more justly surprised, that you
should make me an Assignation, and send your Aunt to keep it.
Hel.
I make you an Assignation! I'll never see you more.
Mer.
Turn, mighty Conqueress, turn your Eyes this Way,
And hear, at once, your Priest and Lover pray.
In vain, by Frowns, you wou'd the World subdue,
For when, with all your Might, you've knit your Brow,
Your Grand-mother more Wrinkles has than you. Ha, ha, ha! don't put
on those severe Looks, dear Helena; good Humour sets off a
Lady's Face more than Jewels.
Hel.
I wish my Looks had the Power to blast you.
Mer.
No, no, Madam, I have a sort of Armour called Common-sense that's
Frown-proof, I assure you; your Smiles may melt, but your Frowns will
never pierce it. What, to make me an Assignation with your own Hand,
then send your Aunt for a Proxy? My Good-nature, indeed, gave it the
Turn of a Tryal,—tho' she was a fitter Object to try my Vigour than
my Constancy.
Mer.
Nay, if there be a Mystery in it, and I am guilty of undeserved
Reproaches, your Justice cannot, shall not pardon me, 'till I have
attoned for it with a ten Years Service; Yet, impute what I have said
to the Sincerity of my Love; my Passions simpathize with yours, and if
one wild Delusion has possessed us, let us partake the equal Joy of
its Discovery.
Hel.
That Discovery is too long to be made now, but there is a Riddle
in that Letter which will surprise you.
Mer.
Let then those lovely Eyes re-assume their Sweetness, and, like
pure Gold, rise brighter from the Flames.
Hel.
Well, well, you know your own Terms, a ten Years Siege, and
then—
Mer.
Ah! but will not the Garrison be starved in that long Time? and I
shall shut it up with a very close Blockade—So you had best
surrender now on honourable Conditions.
Hel.
Well, but you'll allow the Garrison to make a Sally first—Sir
Positive, Uncle, ha, ha, ha! Come and help me to laugh—The same
worthy Gentleman who came after your Wife last Night, is now come
after your Neice.
To them, Sir POSITIVE from the Closet.
Sir Pos.Hel.
Bless me, how he stares! I wonder he is not confined: I'am afraid
he will take away some-body's Life.
Hel.
Or, perhaps, the poor Gentleman is an itinerant Preacher. Did you
come to preach to us, Sir?
Mer.
Do you take me for the Ordinary of Bedlam, Madam? Was I to
reason with you, it shou'd be by the Doctrine of Fire and Faggot.
Hel.
Say you so! Nay then, I believe, Uncle, he is a Popish
Inquisitor.
Hel.
I'll secure his masquerading Garb among the Trophies of our
Family.
Sir POSITIVE, MERITAL.
Sir Pos.Mer.
In a Stock of Assurance, Sir. My Cash is all Brass, and I carry
it in my Forehead, for fear of Pick-pockets.
Mer.
That is, Sir, I suppose, a tacite Insinuation, that you are the
first of your Family.
Mer.
Very likely.—And what then?
Mer.
Indeed!
Mer.
Oons! how am I jilted!
[Aside.
Lookee, Sir Positive, to be plain, I did come hither with a
Design of inveigling your Neice, but she shall now die a Maid for me.
I imposed on Sir Apish, as I wou'd have done on you, but you
see I have failed, so you may smoak on in your easy Chair, Sir Trap
.
Sir POSITIVE, Lady TRAP.
Sir Pos.Not so close as you do your Discovery, my Dear, —But where's Helena?
Sir Pos.He waits below with his Chaplain.
Sir Pos.How!
Sir Pos.Cheated! ruin'd! undone!
Sir Pos.She is gone, she is lost—without there—she's gone, I say, and we are cheated.
Sir Pos.By the wrong Head of the Traps. I thought what your Discovery wou'd be. Where's Sir Apish?
Pursue them, pursue them.
Sir Pos.Scene, The Piazza.
MALVIL, meeting CATCHIT Masqued.
Malv.
So, I find she's exact to her Assignation.—Well encountred,
Madam; what, I suppose I am not the Game you look for. O thou
perfidious, false, dissembling Woman. Nay, do not offer to stir, for
you are betray'd, and by all the Powers of Love you've wronged, I will
expose you. Come, unmasque, unmasque this instant, or—
Catch. [unmasquing]
I protest, you are very rude, Mr. Malvil, I wou'd ot be
seen here for the World.
Malv.
Ha! now I thank my Stars, indeed. Thou vile Intriguer, forge some
Lie to excuse thyself in an Instant, or it shall be thy last.
Catch.
O lud! you will frighten me into Fits.
Malv.
Come, confess, how came you here? by what Means did Wisemore
get my Letter? confess all, and if I find you faultering in one
Syllable, I'll cram it down your Throat with my Sword.
Catch.
O lud! I,—I,—I.—
Mal.
What, you belied Vermilia in all you said? speak—you
belied her, I say?
Catch.
O! O! but will you pardon me then?
Catch.
Why then, indeed, it was all false; She never said a kind thing
of Mr. Merital, in her Life—and—and, so when you gave me
the Letter, I suspected what it was, and so I carried it to my
Mistress, and Lady Matchless being by, she took it, and sealed,
and sent it to Mr.—and so my Lady and she went into the Park this
Morning, and Lady Matchless made an Appointment in her Name,
and wou'd have had her kept it, and she wou'd not—and so I was sent.
Malv.
And how!—how did the Devil tempt you to belie her to me?
Catch.
O lud! Sir, it was not the Devil, indeed; but you had often
teazed, and promised me, if I wou'd discover your Rival; and, Heaven
knows, you have none in the World.
Malv.
But on what Embassy was you sent hither?
Catch.
Here's a Letter which, I believe, will tell you. But pray don't
keep me, for we are all very busy, my Lady Matchless is to be
married in a Day or two to my Lord Formal.
Malv.
How! to my Lord Formal?
Catch.
Yes, Sir.
Malv.
Well, tell her you delivered the Letter as you was ordered. Don't
mention a Word of me—Be trusty now, and I'll forgive the past.
Catch.
I will, indeed, Sir.—O lud! I shall not recover it this Week.
Sir,
You will be surprized at the News of so sudden a Conquest, but, I
hope, that Surprize will be an agreeable one, when you know it is
over a Woman of a considerable Fortune; and if seven thousand a
Year can make me as acceptable to Mr. Wisemore, as his Virtue renders
him lovely to me, I shall meet with a favourable Answer, for which
the Messenger who brings you this, will attend an Hour after the
Delivery. Yours 'till then,
Incognita.
P. S. I am glad I can inform you, that my Rival is this Day to be married to another.
How received you this Letter?
Malv.
From the very Person who convey'd you mine.
Wisem.
O Malvil, I find myself concerned, indeed, and, I fear,
fatally.
Malv.
I am sorry to be the Messenger of ill News—but I just now heard
your Mistress is carrying on a Treaty with one of the greatest
Coxcombs in Town.
Wisem.
There is but one Way, and I must beg your immediate Assistance. I
have contrived a Stratagem to convince her of the mercenary Views of
her pretended Admirers.
Malv.
But do you draw any of your Fears from that Letter? for I have
very good Reason to believe it came from Lady Matchless.
Wisem.
Impossible!
Malv.
I am confident it did.
Wisem.
By Heav'n, thou hast hast revived a Spark of Hope.
Malv.
And Lovers must nurse up feeble, Infant Hopes 'till they grow
big, and ripen into certain Joys.
Wisem.
I will do so: For I have always looked on Love as on a Sea, whose
Latitude no one ever discovered, and therefore
Scene Lady Matchless's House.
Lady MATCHLESS, Lord FORMAL, Sir APISH, VERMILIA, and RATTLE.
La. Match.Verm.
Why, my Dear, this will be a Surprize to the Town, indeed.
Rattle.
I'm sure it is no agreeable one to me, [Aside.]— Why,
Widow, do you intend to leave me in the Lurch?
And me in the Lurch too, Madam? I assure you, I have refused a great Fortune on your Account. Has your Ladyship forgot your Declaration Yesterday?
La. Match.Rattle.
Agad, they are more like Gold, I think, for they are never fixed
but by Dross.
To them, MERITAL, HELENA.
Hel.
Dear Cousin Matchless!
Mer.
It may be called a double Favour, Madam, for you are partly
obliged for it to your humble Servant.
Mer.
Yes, Madam, and we preferred the Church to the Chancery, to save
Expences.
Mer.
Not 'till at Years of Discretion, Madam; and, I'm sure, the Men
shou'd be That when they marry.
Hel.
Why so, Cousin?
Mer.
Do you intend to follow our Example, Lady Matchless?
Rattle.
I can bear no longer. Lookee, my Lord, if Matrimony be your Play,
Fighting must be your Prologue.
Rattle.
Damn your Joke, Sir, either walk out with me, or I shall use you
ill.
Mer.
Fie, fie, Gentlemen, let us have no Quarrels, pray.
Rattle.
'Sdeath! Sir, but we will; I shall not resign my Mistress, Sir.
Nor I neither; and so, Madam, if you don't stand to your Promise, I hope, you'll give me Leave to sue you for it.
La. Match.To them, WISEMORE in a Serjeant's Gown, his Hat over his Ears.
Wisem.
Pray which is the Lady Matchless?
Mer.
Be not concerned, Madam; a Declaration of a Title is not, always,
a Proof.
Verm., Hel.
We condole you, heartily, my Dear, on this bad News.
Wisem.
I am sensible you will find your Error, my Clerk will be here
immediately with the Ejectment.
Well, as most Misfortunes bring their Allay with them, so this Dispute of my Estate will give me an Opportunity to distinguish the Sincerity of a Lover.
Rattle.
Why, indeed, I think all Raillery is unseasonable on so serious
an Occasion; therefore, to drop the Jest, Dear Widow, I do assure you
all that has passed between us has been mere Gallantry, for I have
been long since engaged to a Widow Lady in the City.
And to shew you, Madam, that no Slights from you can lessen my Affection, I do entirely relinquish all Pretensions to any Promise whatsoever.
To them, MALVIL.
Malv.
Where, where's my injured Mistress? where's Vermilia? O
see, at your Feet, the most miserable of Mankind.
Verm.
What mean you, Sir?
Malv.
Think not I wou'd extenuate, no, I come to blazon out my Crimes,
to paint them in the utmost Cast of Horror, to court, not fly the
Severity of Justice; for Death's to me a Blessing: Ah! my Friend's
Blood cries out for Vengeance on me; and Jealousie, Rage, Madness and
false Honour stand ready Witnesses against me.—[To Vermil.]
Of you, Madam, I am to beg a Pardon for your wronged Innocence.—
[To La. Match.] But to you I have a harder Task: To implore it, for
having deprived you of the best of Lovers, whose dying Sighs were
loaded with your Name—Yes, the last Words your Wisemore
uttered,
were to implore eternal Blessings on you; your Wisemore,
whom this rash, this fatal Hand has slain.
Hel.
A Glass of Water, the Harts-horn immediately.
Rattle.
Rustick's dead then, Hey? Poor Rustick!
Verm.
How do you, Dear?
Wisem.
O never, never; be blessed as Love and Life and Happiness can
make you—be blessed as I am now.
Wisem.
O name it not, but swear you never will revoke what you have
said.
Wisem.
My Heart o'erflows with Raptures. Oh! my tender Love, now do I
live, indeed—
Mer.
Why after these high Flights, Ned, I am afraid wishing you
Joy will be too low a Phrase.
Wisem.
Dear Merital, I thank you. But here am I eternally
indebted; for I shall always attribute my Happiness (next to this
Lady) to your Friendship.
Mer.
I have known two Friends embrace just before cutting of Throats;
but, I believe, you are the first who ever embraced after it.
We are all bit, Agad!
Yes, I had two Strings to my Bow, both Golden ones, Agad! and both cracked.
Verm.
Dear Matchless, this sudden Revolution of your Fortune has
so amazed me, that I can hardly recover myself to congratulate you on
it.
Verm.
If I were sure my Voyage wou'd be as short as yours has been; but
Matrimony is too turbulent a Sea to be ventured on, in so light a
Vessel as every little Blast can overset.
Malv.
Madam, when Mrs. Catchit has discovered the whole Affair
to you, as she has done to me, I doubt not but your Good-nature will
seal my Pardon, since Excess of Love caused the Offence.
Mer., Hel.
All, all.
Verm.
Well, to avoid so much Importunity, and to shew you the Power of
a prevalent Example—In hopes of future Amendment, Mr. Malvil,
here—take my Hand.
Malv.
O my fairest, softest, I have no Words to express my Gratitude,
or my Love.
Verm.
Pray let them be both understood then; for we have had so many
Raptures already, they must be but a dull Repetition.
Ladies, I beg Leave to presume to advance with my Compliments of
Congratulation on this glorious Occasion. I must
own your Ladyship's Choice has something novel in it, but, by the
Sanction of so great an Authority, I don't question, but it may be
reconciled with the Rules of consummate Good-breeding.
I am always his Lordship's Second. Ladies, I heartily wish you Joy, upon my Word.
Rattle.
And so do I, Widow.—This Fellow will be poisoned before the
Honey-Moon's out.
SCENE the last.
Sir POSITIVE TRAP, Lady TRAP, Lady MATCHLESS, Lord FORMAL, VERMILIA, HELENA, WISEMORE, MALVIL, MERITAL, RATTLE, Sir APISH SIMPLE.
Sir Pos.Hel.
I had been so, Sir, but for the Interposition of a worthy
Gentleman here.
Mer.
It is, indeed, my happy Fate to be—
Wisem.
Sir Positive, I hope shortly to be your Relation.
Wisem.
You shall both, Sir. My Name is Wisemore.
SONG.
I.
Ye Nymphs of Britain, to whose Eyes
The World submits the glorious Prize
Of Beauty to be due;
Ah! guard it with assiduous Care,
Let neither Flattery ensnare,
Nor Wealth your Hearts subdue.
II.
Old Bromio's rank'd among the Beaus;
Young Cynthio solitary goes,
Unheeded by the Fair!
Ask you then what this Preference gives?
Six Flanders Mares the former drives,
The latter but a Pair.
III.
Let meaner things be bought and sold,
But Beauty never truck'd for Gold;
Ye Fair, your Value prove:
And since the World's a Price too low,
Like Heaven, your Ecstasies bestow
On Constancy and Love.
IV.
But still, ye generous Maids, beware,
Since Hypocrites to Heaven there are
And to the Beauteous too:
Do not too easily confide,
Let every Lover well be try'd,
And well reward the True.
The COMPANY advance.
Wisem.
The Song is not without a Moral—And now, Ladies, I think myself
bound to a solemn Recantation of every Slander I have thrown upon your
Sex: For I am convinc'd, that our Complaints against you, flow
generally, (if not always) more from our Want of Merit, than your Want
of Justice.