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<P>TERENCE's COMEDIES: Made <HI>ENGLISH.</HI></P>
<P>WITH HIS LIFE; AND SOME REMARKS at the End.</P>
<P>By Several HANDS.</P>
<P><HI>The Second Edition Corrected.</HI></P>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>Abel Swalle</HI> at the <HI>Unicorn</HI> in <HI>Pater-no&s;ter-Row.</HI> 1699.</P>
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<HEAD>THE PREFACE.</HEAD>
<P><HI>SInce long</HI> Prefaces <HI>are lately much in Fa&s;hio<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> upon this and the like Occa&s;ions, why may not we be allowed &s;ome tolerable Liberty in this kind; provided we keep clo&s;e to our Author, and our own Tran&s;lation of him. As for our Author, where-ever Learning, Wit and Judgment have flouri&s;h'd, this Poet has always had an extraordinary Repuration. To mention all his Excellencies and Perfections were a Task too difficult for us, and perhaps for the great|e&s;t Criticks alive; &s;o very few there are that per|fectly under&s;tand all of 'em; yet we &s;hall venture at &s;ome of the mo&s;t Remarkable.</HI></P>
<P><HI>To begin with him in general, he was certainly the mo&s;t Exact, the mo&s;t Elabora<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e, and withal the mo&s;t Natural of all</HI> Dramatick <HI>Poets; His</HI> Stile <HI>&s;o neat and pure, his</HI> Characters <HI>&s;o true and perfect, his</HI> Plots <HI>&s;o regular and probable, and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> mo&s;t every thing &s;o ab&s;olutely ju&s;t and agreea<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">le, that he may well &s;eem to merit that Prai&s;e which &s;everal have given him,</HI> That he was the mo&s;t correct Author in the World. <HI>To compare him with</HI> Plautus <HI>the other great</HI> Latin Come|dian, <HI>we may ob&s;erve that</HI> Plautus <HI>had mere Wit</HI>
<PB N="ii" REF="3"> <HI>and Spirit, but</HI> Terence <HI>more Sen&s;e and Judg|ment; the former's Stile was rich and glaring, the latter's more clo&s;e and even:</HI> Plautus <HI>had the mo&s;t dazeling out&s;ide and the mo&s;t lively Colours, but</HI> Terence <HI>drew the fine&s;t Figures and Po&s;tures, and had the be&s;t De&s;ign; the one plea&s;ed the Vulgar, b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t our Author the Better &s;ort of People, the for|mer wou'd u&s;ually &s;et his Spectators into a loud Laughter, but the latter &s;teal 'em into a &s;weet Smile, that &s;hou'd continue from the beginning to the end of the Repre&s;entation; in &s;hort,</HI> Plautus <HI>was more lively and vigorous, and &s;o fitter for</HI> Action; <HI>and</HI> Terence <HI>more grave and &s;erious, and &s;o fitter for</HI> Reading. <HI>Tho</HI> Plautus's <HI>Beauties were very extraordinary, yet he had his Faults and Indecorums very frequent, but</HI> Terence's <HI>Excellencies (tho po&s;|&s;ibly inferior to &s;ome of the others) were more gene|ral, better di&s;per&s;ed, and clo&s;er continued; and his Faults &s;o incon&s;iderable, and &s;o very few, that</HI> Sca|liger <HI>&s;aid,</HI> There were not three to be found thro out the Six Plays. <HI>So that cur Author &s;eems to want nothing to make him ab&s;olutely compleat, but only that &s;ame</HI> Vis Comica <HI>that</HI> Cae&s;ar <HI>wi&s;hes he had, and which</HI> Plautus <HI>was Ma&s;ter of in &s;uch a high degree. We &s;hall determine nothing between 'em, but leave them good Friends as we found 'em.</HI></P>
<P><HI>This may be &s;ufficient for our Authors Excellencies in general; for his particular ones, we &s;hall begin with his Stile, a thing he has been admired for in all Ages, and truly he de&s;erves it; for certainly no one was ever more accurate, natural, and clear in</HI>
<PB N="iii" REF="3"> <HI>his Expre&s;&s;ions than he. But to be a little more particular in this Matter, we &s;hall give you &s;ome few of our Authors Excellencies in this kind under three or four different Heads.</HI></P>
<P><HI>And fir&s;t, We may ob&s;erve of his</HI> Words, <HI>that they are generally nicely cho&s;en, extreamly proper and &s;ignificant; and many of 'em carry &s;o much Life and Force in 'em, that they can hardly be ex|pre&s;&s;ed in any other Language without great di&s;ad|vantage to the Original. To in&s;tance in the&s;e fol|lowing.</HI> Qui cum ingeniis <HI>conflictatur</HI> eju&s;mo|di. Ut animus in &s;pe atque in timore u&s;que ante haec <HI>attentus</HI> fuit. Ni&s;i me lacta&s;&s;es a|mantem, &amp; fal&s;a &s;pe <HI>produceres. Pam.</HI> Mi Pater. <HI>Si.</HI> Quid mi Pater? Qua&s;i tu hujus indigeas Patris. Tandem ego non illa ca|ream, &s;i &s;it opus, vel totum triduum. <HI>Par.</HI> Hui? <HI>Univer&s;um triduum.</HI> Quam <HI>elegans</HI> forma|rum Spectator &s;iem. Hunc comedendum &amp; deridendum vobis <HI>propino.</HI></P>
<P><HI>We &s;hall next take notice of one or two In&s;tances of the Shortne&s;s and Clearne&s;s of his Narrations; as that which</HI> Tully <HI>mentions.</HI> Funus interim procedit &s;equimur, ad Sepulchrum venimus, in ignem po&s;ita e&s;t, Fletur. <HI>Another may be that in</HI> Phormio. Per&s;ua&s;um e&s;t homini, factum e&s;t, ventum e&s;t, vincimur, duxit.</P>
<P><HI>Another remarkable Beauty of his Stile appears in his Climaxes; where every Word is Emphatical, heightens the Sen&s;e, and adds con&s;iderably to what went before. As,</HI> Haec verba Mehercule una fal&s;a Lachrymula, quam oculos terendo mi|&s;ere <GAP DESC="missing" EXTENT="2 pages">
<PB N="vi" REF="4"> <HI>more remarkable yet, one &s;ingle Scene &s;hall plea&s;e a whole day together; a Secret which few or no other Poet ever found out.</HI></P>
<P><HI>And as we have &s;carce found one Man in the World that equals him in his Characters, &s;o we find but very few that cou'd come up to him in the Ma|nagement (we mean his Art and Contrivance) of his</HI> Plots. <HI>We are &s;en&s;ible that many have been &s;o fool|i&s;h as to count his Plays a</HI> bare bundle of Dia|logues dre&s;&s;ed up in a neat Stile, <HI>and there all his Excellency to con&s;i&s;t, or at lea&s;t that they are very ordinary and mean; but &s;uch &s;en&s;ele&s;s Suppo&s;i|tions will &s;oon vani&s;h upon giving an Account of the Nature and Perfection of 'em. He well under&s;tood the Rules of the Stage, or rather tho&s;e of</HI> Nature; <HI>was perfectly</HI> Regular, <HI>wonderful exact and care|ful in ordering each</HI> Protafis, <HI>or Entrance,</HI> Epita&s;is, <HI>or working up,</HI> Cata&s;ta&s;is, <HI>or heighth, and</HI> Cata|&s;trophe, <HI>or unravelling the Plot; which la&s;t he was famous for making it &s;pring nece&s;&s;arily from the Incidents, and neatly and dextrou&s;ly untying the Knot, whil&s;t others of a gro&s;&s;er make, would either tear, or cut it in pieces. In &s;hort (&s;etting a&s;ide &s;ome few things which we &s;hall mention by and by)</HI> Te|rence <HI>may &s;erve for the be&s;t and mo&s;t perfect</HI> Mo|del <HI>for our</HI> Dramatick <HI>Poets to imitate, provi|ded they exactly ob&s;erve the different Cu&s;toms and Manners of the</HI> Roman <HI>and</HI> Engli&s;h <HI>People; and upon the &s;ame account we beg leave to be a little more particular in this Matter, which di&s;po&s;ed us very much to this Tran&s;lation.</HI></P>
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<P><HI>The Nature of his</HI> Plots <HI>was for the mo&s;t part grave and &s;olid and &s;ometimes po&s;&s;ionate a little, re&s;embling our Modern</HI> Tragy-Comedies; <HI>only the Comical parts were &s;eldom &s;o merry; the Thin|ne&s;s and clearne&s;s of 'em &s;omewhat re&s;embling our Modern</HI> Tragedies, <HI>only more perfect in the latter, and not crouded with too many Incidents. They were all double except the</HI> Hecyra, <HI>or</HI> Mother-in-Law, <HI>yet &s;o contrived that one was always an</HI> Un|der. Plot <HI>to the other: So that he &s;till kept per|fectly to the fir&s;t great Rule of the Stage, the</HI> Unity of Action <HI>As for the &s;econd great Rule, the</HI> U|nity of Time <HI>(that is for the whole Action to be performed in the compa&s;s of a day) he was as exact in that as po&s;&s;ible, for the longe&s;t Action of any of his Plays reaches not Eleven Hours. He was no le&s;s careful in the third Rule,</HI> The Unity of Place, <HI>for it's plain be never &s;hifts his Scene in any one of his Plays, but keeps con&s;tantly to the &s;ame place from the begin|ning to the end. Then for the</HI> Continuance in the Actions, <HI>he never fails in any one place, but every In&s;trument is perpetually at work in carrying on their <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="4 letters">ral De&s;igns, and in them the de&s;ign of the whole; &s;o that the stage never grows cold till all is fini&s;hed: And to do this the more hand&s;omely and dextrou&s;ly, he &s;carce ever brings an</HI> Actor <HI>upon the Stage, but you pre&s;ently know his Name and Quality, what part of the Intreague he is to promote, why he came there, from whence he came, why ju&s;t at that time, why he goes off, where he is a go|ing, and al&s;o what he is or ought to be doing or con|triving all the time he is away. His</HI> Scenes <HI>are</HI>
<PB N="viii" REF="5"> <HI>always unbroken, &s;o that the Stage is never perfect|ly clear but between the Acts; but are continually joined by one of the four Unions. Which according to</HI> Mon. Hedelin <HI>are the&s;e;</HI> Pre&s;ence, Seeking, Noi&s;e, <HI>or</HI> Time; <HI>and when the Action cea&s;eth that is, upon the Stage) and the Stage is cleared, an</HI> Act <HI>is then fini&s;hed. Then for</HI> Incidents, <HI>and the due Preparation of them,</HI> Terence <HI>was admirable: And the true and exact Management of</HI> the&s;e <HI>is one of the mo&s;t difficult parts of</HI> Dramatick Poetry. <HI>He contrives every thing in &s;uch a manner &s;o as to fall out mo&s;t probably and naturally, and when they are over they &s;eem almo&s;t nece&s;&s;ary; yet by his excel|lent Skill he &s;o cunningly conceals the Events of things from his Audience, till due time that they can never fore&s;ee '<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">m; by this means they are &s;o amu&s;ed with the</HI> Actors <HI>De&s;igns, that the</HI> Poet's <HI>is unknown to them, till at la&s;t, being all along in the dark, they are &s;urprized mo&s;t agreeably by &s;ome. thing they never looked for: And this is the mo&s;t taking and the mo&s;t delightful part of a Play. We might in&s;i&s;t much more largely upon each of the&s;e Particulars: and upon &s;everal others, but at pre&s;ent we &s;hall content our &s;elves with &s;aying that the&s;e</HI> Plots <HI>are all &s;o very</HI> clear, <HI>and</HI> natural, <HI>that they might very well go for a Repre&s;entation of a thing that had really happened; and not the meer Invention of the</HI> Poet.</P>
<P><HI>There are two or three remarkable Objections again&s;t our Author, which we cannot but take notice of. Fir&s;t, it's &s;aid,</HI> That he has not kept to the Unity of Time in his Heautontimo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> eu|menos,
<PB N="ix" REF="5"> or Self-Tormenter; which contains the &s;pace of two days. Then, between the &s;econd and third Acts, there's an ab&s;olute failure of the Continuance of the Action. <HI>The&s;e are generally believed by &s;everal Men, and &s;uch as are famous too; and &s;ome to vindicate</HI> Te|rence <HI>the better, have added another Mi&s;take,</HI> that the Play was always acted two &s;everal times, the two fir&s;t Acts one, and the three la&s;t another. <HI>But it is plain from all Circum&s;tances, that the</HI> Action <HI>began very late in the Even|ing, and ended betimes in the Morning (of which we have &s;aid &s;omething in our</HI> Remarks <HI>at the end) &s;o that the whole could not contain about Eleven hours; but as for that of the</HI> Ce&s;&s;ation of the Action, <HI>it's an&s;wered two ways, either by the ne|ce&s;&s;ity of Sleep at that Interval, and con&s;equently no</HI> Ce&s;&s;ation, <HI>or (which is more probable) by the Per&s;ons being bu&s;ie at the Treat at</HI> Chremess <HI>Hou&s;e, that being a nece&s;&s;ary part of the main</HI> Action <HI>The two following are Mr.</HI> Dryden's <HI>Ex|ceptions; where fir&s;t he lays an Error to our Au|thors Charge in matter of</HI> Time. In the Eunuch <HI>(&s;ay he)</HI> when <HI>Laches</HI> enters <HI>Thais's</HI> Hou&s;e by mi&s;take, between his <HI>Exit</HI> and the Entrance of <HI>Pythias,</HI> who comes to give ample Rela|tion of the Di&s;order he has rai&s;ed within, <HI>Parmeno,</HI> who is left upon the Stage, has not above five Lines to &s;peak. <HI>In an&s;wer to this,</HI> Pythias <HI>makes no &s;uch</HI> amp Relation, <HI>but ra|ther t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">lls him what</HI> Di&s;orders <HI>&s;uch a fooli&s;h Act of his was like to rai<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e; and in truth it is not probable</HI>
<PB N="x" REF="6"> <HI>&s;he &s;hould &s;tay above five or &s;ix Lines &s;peaking, &s;ince after &s;he &s;aw her Cheat had taken, &s;he could not keep her Countenance within Doors, and was &s;o eager to revenge her &s;elf by laughing at the Fool without; be&s;ides here is an excellent Artifice of the Poets, for had &s;he tarried longer,</HI> Parmeno <HI>might have been gone, and her Mirth qualified when &s;he &s;aw the good Fortune</HI> Chaerea <HI>had met withal. His other Exception is, that our Authors</HI> Scenes <HI>are &s;e|veral times broken. He in&s;tances in the &s;ame Play,</HI> That <HI>Antipho</HI> enters &s;ingly in the mid&s;t of the third Act, after <HI>Chremes</HI> and <HI>Pythias</HI> were gone off. <HI>As for this, it is to be con&s;idered that</HI> Scenes <HI>are united by</HI> Time <HI>as well as</HI> Pre&s;ence; <HI>and this is a perfect</HI> Union of Time, <HI>apparent to all who under&s;tand the</HI> Art of the Stage. <HI>A little farther he &s;ays,</HI> That <HI>Dorias</HI> begins the fourth Act alone;&mdash; She quits the Stage, and <HI>Phedria</HI> enters next. <HI>Here</HI> Dorias <HI>does not quit the Stage till three</HI> Scenes <HI>after, as appears by</HI> Pythias, <HI>bidding her carry in &s;uch things as &s;he had brought with her from the Captains Entertainment; but if &s;he did, there would be an</HI> Union of Time <HI>neverthele&s;s, as there is in all other places, where the</HI> Scenes <HI>&s;eem broken. Some make this Objecti|on; that in the beginning of many Scenes, two</HI> Actors <HI>enter upon the Stage, and talk to them&s;elves a con&s;iderable time before they &s;ee or know one ano|ther;</HI> Which <HI>(they &s;ay)</HI> is neither probable nor natural. <HI>Tho&s;e that object this don't con&s;ider the great Difference between our little &s;canty</HI> Stage, <HI>and the large magnificent</HI> Roman Theatres.
<PB N="xi" REF="6"> <HI>Their Stage was &s;ixty Yards wide in the Front, their Scenes &s;o many Streets meeting together, with all By Lanes, Rows and Alleys; &s;o two</HI> Actors <HI>coming down two different Streets or Lanes, cou'dn't be &s;een by each other, tho' the</HI> Spectators <HI>might &s;ee both, and &s;ometimes if they did &s;ee each other they cou'dn't well di&s;tingui&s;h Faces at &s;ixty Yards di&s;tance. Be&s;ides upon &s;everal accounts it might well be &s;up|po&s;ed when an</HI> Actor <HI>enters upon the Stage out of &s;ome Hou&s;e, he might take a turn or two under the</HI> Portico's, Cloy&s;ters, <HI>or the like (that were u&s;ual at that time) about his Door, and take no notice of an</HI> Actors <HI>being on the other &s;ide of the Stage.</HI></P>
<P><HI>But &s;ince we propo&s;e our Ma&s;ter as the be&s;t</HI> Mo|del <HI>for</HI> Dramatick Poets <HI>to follow, we ought in Ju&s;tice to mention &s;uch things wherein he was any ways faulty, or at lea&s;t where he ought not to be imi|tated. The fir&s;t is, He makes his</HI> Actors <HI>in &s;ome places &s;peak directly, and immediately to the</HI> Audience <HI>(of which that</HI> Monologue <HI>of</HI> My&s;is <HI>in the fir&s;t Act of the fir&s;t Play is an in&s;tance) which is con|trary to the rules of</HI> Dramatick Poetry, <HI>or rather indeed of</HI> Nature; <HI>and this is the only real Fault that</HI> Terence <HI>was guilty of as his want of</HI> Vis Comica <HI>was the only real Defect. His</HI> Plots <HI>were not always the be&s;t for Story, the for Contrivance, and wanted &s;omewhat of Length and Variety, fully and compleatly to &s;atisfie an Aud<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters"> Take 'em all together, they were too much <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> have al|ways their de&s;erv'd Effect of &s;urprizing; which al&s;o gave a mighty Limitation to the Variety of his</HI> Characters; <HI>a great pity for a Man that had &s;uch</HI>
<PB N="xii" REF="7"> <HI>an admirable Knack of drawing them to the Life. It were al&s;o to be wi&s;h'd that his</HI> Monologues <HI>or Di&s;cour&s;es by &s;ingle Per&s;ons were le&s;s frequent, and &s;ometimes &s;horter 100; for tho they are all of 'em full of excellent Sen&s;e, &s;ound Rea&s;oning, ingenious</HI> De|liberations, <HI>and &s;erv'd truly to carry on the main De&s;ign; yet &s;everal parts of em, e&s;pecially all</HI> Nar|rations, <HI>wou'd ha been more natural as well as Artificial, if told by Per&s;ons of the</HI> Drama <HI>to one another. Then his</HI> Aparts <HI>or</HI> A&s;ides <HI>(that is when one</HI> Actor <HI>&s;peaks &s;omething which another that is pre&s;ent is &s;uppo&s;ed not to hear, tho the Audience do) are &s;ometimes too long to be perfectly natural. Whe|ther he has not &s;ometimes too much Elevation of Pa&s;&s;ion, or Borders too nigh upon</HI> Tragedy <HI>for &s;uch inferior Per&s;ons, we leave to others. The&s;e are the main things to be taken notice of by all that make u&s;e of him for a</HI> Model, <HI>be&s;ides all &s;uch as bel<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ng purely to the various Cu&s;toms of Countries, and to the difference of</HI> Theatres; <HI>but tho&s;e are obvious enough to all.</HI></P>
<P><HI>But there's &s;till one great Objection again&s;t the&s;e</HI> Plays <HI>in general; that is,</HI> If <HI>Terence's</HI> Plays are &s;o good as is pretended, why doesn't &s;ome Poet or other tran&s;late one or more of 'em for the Stage, &s;o &s;ave him&s;elf the trouble of racking his Brain for new Matter. <HI>We own they wou'dn't take upon our Stage; but to clear all, we &s;hall give the&s;e two Rea&s;ons: Fir&s;t, The Diffe|rence between the</HI> Romans <HI>and our &s;elves in</HI> Cu|&s;toms, Humours, Manners <HI>and</HI> Theatres <HI>is &s;uch, that it is impo&s;&s;ible to adapt their Plays to our</HI>
<PB N="xiii" REF="7"> <HI>Stages. The</HI> Roman <HI>Plots were often founded upon the exp<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;ing of Children, and their unexpected Delivery, of buying of Mi&s;&s;es and Mu&s;ick-Girls; they were chiefly plea&s;ed to &s;ee a covetous old Father neatly bubbled by his Slave of a round Sum of Mo|ney, to find the young Spark his Son (mi&s;erably in want of Ca&s;h) joyn with the Slave in the Intrigue, that he may get &s;omewhat to &s;top his Mi&s;tre&s;s's Mouth, whom he <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">eeps unknown to his Father; to &s;ee a bragging Coxcomb wheadled and abus'd by &s;ome cunning</HI> Para&s;ite; <HI>to hear a Glutton to talk of nothing but his Belly, and the like. Our</HI> Plots <HI>go chiefly upon variety of Love Intrigues, Ladies Cuckolding their Husbands mo&s;t dextrou&s;ly, Gallants danger upon the &s;ame account, with their e&s;cape either by witty Fetches, or hiding them&s;elves in dark Holes, Clo&s;ets, Beds,</HI> &amp;c. <HI>We are all for Humour, Gallantry, Conver&s;ation, and Court&s;hip, and &s;hou'dn't endure the chief Lady in the Play a Mute, or to &s;ay very little, as 'twas agreeable to them: Our amorous Sparks love to hear the pretty Rogues prate, &s;nap up their Gallants, and Repartee upon 'em on all &s;ides. We &s;hou'dn't like to have a Lady marry'd without knowing whether &s;he gives her con&s;ent or no, (a Cu&s;tem among the</HI> Romans) <HI>but wou'd be for hearing all the Court&s;hip, all the rare and fine things that Lovers can &s;ay to each other. The &s;econd rea&s;on of their not taking upon our Stage is this, tho</HI> Terence's <HI>Plays are for more</HI> exact, natutal, regular, <HI>and clear than ours, and his Per&s;ons &s;peak more like them&s;elves than generally ours do; yet (to &s;peak impartially) our Plays do</HI>
<PB N="xiv" REF="8"> <HI>plainly excel his in &s;ome Particul<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">rs. <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> the great Vari<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ty of the</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> <HI>and</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> <HI>our</HI> Plots; <HI>the Intrigues thick<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> and fi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">; the</HI> Stories <HI>better, longer, and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> curicus <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> mo&s;t part than his: And tho theres <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> buddle and precipitation in the general<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">y of <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word">; yet the great variety and number of</HI> Incid<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ts. <HI>tho ill ma|nag'd <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> have &s;everal Charms, and be mighty diverting <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;pecially to a vulgar Audience, like the Sight of a large <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ity at a di&s;tance, where there is little of Regularity o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Uniformity to be di&s;cern'd ju&s;t by. Next, we do much excel</HI> Terence <HI>in that which we call</HI> Humour, <HI>that is in our</HI> Comical Cha|racters <HI>in which we have &s;hewn and expos'd the &s;everal Humours, Di&s;po&s;itions Natures, Inclinations, Fancies, Irregularities, Maggots, Pa&s;&s;ions, Whims, Follies Extravagancies,</HI> &amp;c. <HI>of Men under all &s;orts of Circum&s;tances, of all &s;orts of</HI> Ranks <HI>and</HI> Qualities, <HI>of all</HI> Profe&s;&s;ions <HI>and</HI> Trades, <HI>and of all</HI> Nations <HI>and</HI> Countries, <HI>&s;o admi|rably, and &s;o lively, that in this no Nation among the Ancients or Moderns were ever comparable to us. La&s;tly, our</HI> Comedies <HI>excel his in &s;ome Delicacies of</HI> Conver&s;ation; <HI>particularly in the Refinedne&s;s of our</HI> Railery <HI>and</HI> Satyr, <HI>and above <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"></HI> Repartee. <HI>Some of the&s;e things (e&s;pecially wh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> mix'd with</HI> Humour) <HI>have made many an ord<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">ry</HI> Pl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t <HI>take and come off well, and without a <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">retty q<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">antity of &s;ome of 'em, our Plays wou'd go downvery heavily.</HI></P>
<P><HI>Since we are accidentally fall'n into the Excellen|cies of our</HI> Comedies, <HI>we hope it may be pardonable</HI>
<PB N="xv" REF="8"> <HI>if we mention al&s;o &s;ome principal Faults in 'em, which <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">m to need a Regulation. And fir&s;t, our</HI> Poets <HI>&s;eldom or never ob&s;erve any of the three great</HI> U<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ties of Action; Time <HI>and</HI> Place, <HI>which are great Errors, for what breeds more Confu&s;ion th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> to have five or &s;ix main</HI> Plots <HI>in a Play, when the Audience can never attend to 'em? What more extravagant than to fancy the Actions of Weeks, Months, and Years repre&s;ented in the Space of three or four Hours? Or what more unnatural than for the Spectators to &s;uppo&s;e them&s;elves now in a Street, then a Garden, by and by in a Chamber, immediate|ly in the Fields, then in a Street again, and never move out of their place; Wou'dn't one &s;wear there was Conjuration in the Ca&s;e; that the Theatres were a &s;ort of</HI> Fairy Land <HI>where all is Inchantment, Juggle and Delu&s;ion? Next, our Plays are too often over-powered with</HI> Incidents <HI>and</HI> Un|der-Plots, <HI>and our Stage as much crowded with &s;uch</HI> Actors, <HI>as there's little or no occa&s;ion for; e&s;|pecially at one time. Then the</HI> Matter, <HI>and Di&s;|cour&s;e of our Plays is very often incoherent and im|pertinent as to the main De&s;ign: nothing being more common than to meet with two or three whole Scenes in a Play, which wou'd have fitted any other part of the Play even as well as that; and perhaps any Play el&s;e. Thus &s;ome appear to &s;wear out a Scene or two, others to talk Bawdy a little, without any manner of dependance upon the re&s;t of the Action. But be&s;ides this (which is another great Error) when the</HI> Matter <HI>and</HI> Di&s;cour&s;e <HI>do &s;erve to carry on the main De&s;ign, commonly Per&s;ons are brought on to</HI>
<PB N="xvi" REF="9"> <HI>the Stage without any &s;ort of Art, Probability, Rea|&s;on or Nece&s;&s;ity for their coming there; and when they have no &s;uch Bu&s;ine&s;s as one that comes to give you a Song or a Jigg. They come there to &s;erve the Poets De&s;ign a little, then off they go with as little Rea&s;on as they came on; and that only to make way for other Actors, who (as they did) come only to tell the Audience &s;omething the Poet has a mind to have 'em know; and that's all their bu&s;i|ne&s;s: And truly that's little enough. This we &s;ee frequently in the chief Actor of the Play, who comes on and goes off, and the Spectaters all the time &s;tand &s;taring and wondring at they know not what. Another great Fault common to many of our Plays is, that an Actor's</HI> Name, Quality, <HI>or</HI> Bu&s;ine&s;s <HI>is &s;carce ever known till a good while after his ap|pearance; which mu&s;t needs make the Audience at a great Lo&s;s, and the Play hard to be under&s;tood, for|cing 'em to carry Books with 'em to the</HI> Play hou&s;e, <HI>to know who comes in, and who goes out.</HI></P>
<P><HI>The Ancients were guilty of none of the&s;e Ab&s;urdi|ties, and more e&s;pecially our Author; and indeed the Non ob&s;ervance of</HI> Rules <HI>has occa&s;ioned the great Mi&s;carriages of many excellent Genius's of ours, par|ticulary that of the immortal</HI> Shake&s;pear. <HI>Since the&s;e are &s;uch apparent Faults and Ab&s;urdities, and &s;till our Beauties are &s;o admirable as to cover, and almo&s;t to out-weigh our Errors (el&s;e our Plays were not to be endur'd) undoubtedly our</HI> Dramatick Poets, <HI>by the Ob&s;ervance of this Author's Ways and Rules, might out do all the</HI> Ancients <HI>and</HI> Moderns <HI>too, both at</HI> Tragedy <HI>and at</HI> Comedy; <HI>for no Nation</HI>
<PB N="xvii" REF="9"> <HI>ever had greater</HI> Genius's <HI>than ours for Dramatick Poetry. The&s;e ha' been but little ob&s;erved as yet, &s;o that all our &s;ine</HI> Imitations of Nature <HI>may often be called</HI> Lucky hits, <HI>and more by Accident than by Art. We very much need a Reformation in this Ca&s;e, and our Plays can never arrive to any great Perfection without it; therefore the nigher they come up to this Standard, the more they will be admir'd and loved by all Judicious Per&s;ons, pro|vided they &s;till keep to tho&s;e Excellencies before men|tioned Be&s;ides, the&s;e are as ea&s;ily practicable upon ours as upon the</HI> Greek <HI>and</HI> Roman <HI>Theatres; and by a &s;trict Ob&s;ervance of the</HI> Unity of Place, <HI>the Stage may be made far more hand&s;ome and magnificent with le&s;s Charge; and by that of the</HI> Unity of Action <HI>(e&s;pecially by the help of an Underplot or &s;o) the Story may be made far more fine and clear with le&s;s trouble.</HI></P>
<P><HI>But our Nation by long Cu&s;tom, and the Succe&s;s of Irregular Pieces, &s;eems naturally aver&s;e to all Rules; and take it very ill to have their Thoughts confined and &s;hackled, and tied to the Ob&s;ervance of &s;uch Niceties: Therefore in the fir&s;t place they tell us, That Poets of all Men in the World are perfectly freely, and by no means ought to confine their Noble Fancies to dull pedantick Rules:</HI> For this <HI>(&s;ay they)</HI> is like taking of Bees, cutting off their Wings, and laying &s;uch Flowers before 'em to make Honey of as they plea&s;e. <HI>A</HI> Poet <HI>indeed &s;hou'd be free, and unconfined as Air, as to his Thought, Fancy and Contrivance, but then his</HI> Poetica Licentia <HI>&s;hou'dn't tran&s;port him to Mad|ne&s;s and Extravagancy, making him phren&s;ically</HI>
<PB N="xviii" REF="10"> <HI>trangre&s;s the Rules of</HI> Rea&s;on <HI>and</HI> Nature, <HI>as well as</HI> Poetry. <HI>The&s;e that we mention are not any Mans Arbitary</HI> Rules, <HI>but pure Nature only Methodiz'd: They never hamper a</HI> Poet's <HI>Fancy or clip his Wings, but adorn their Thoughts, and regulate their Flights, &s;o as to give 'em a clearer in|&s;ight into</HI> Nature, Probability <HI>and</HI> Decency, <HI>without &s;omething of which it is impo&s;&s;ible to plea&s;e. And the&s;e are no more a</HI> Confinement <HI>to a</HI> Poet's <HI>Fancy, than the true Proportion of Pillars, the Re|gularity and Uniformity of Windows are to an Ar|chitect; or the exact Imitation of Nature to a Pain|ter: As if there could be half &s;o much Beauty in Grote&s;que and irregular Whims, as in the due Ob|&s;ervation of the Rules of Pro&s;pect, Shadows and Proportion.</HI></P>
<P><HI>Another Objection is,</HI> That, our Nation will never bear Rules, but are much better pleas'd with the ways now in practice. <HI>'Tis true &s;everal of our mo&s;t irregu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ar Plays have come off with a great deal of Applaule, but certainly never the more for their Irregularity; but becau&s;e mo&s;t of the Audience knew no better, being often dazzled by the Greatne&s;s of the Author's Genius, and the Actors Performances; and tho&s;e that did, were willing topardon the Faults for the &s;ake of &s;ome choice</HI> Ma&s;ter-&s;troaks <HI>they had; and upon the &s;ame account a couple of good</HI> Scenes <HI>have many times carryed off a very indifferent Play: 'Tis plain that want of U&s;e and Knowledge have been the only Cau&s;e of the&s;e ways &s;eeming &s;o unpracticable; and if the middle &s;ort of Per&s;ons were once truly brought to a Sight of the Excellencies of</HI>
<PB N="xix" REF="10"> <HI>this, and the Deformities of the other way, (as the well reading of the&s;e Plays wou'd in a great mea&s;ure do, being chiefly de&s;ign'd for them) they woud e&s;teem of it far more than now; and certainly they coud never pardon tho&s;e many</HI> Indecencies, Impro|babilities, Ab&s;urdities <HI>that are &s;o frequent in our Plays. 'Tis true, there has been a con&s;iderable Re|gulation among many of 'em &s;ince the Days of</HI> Shake|&s;pear, <HI>but not to bring things half to perfection. And thus Regulation has made hope for a further, as the Age will be brought to bear it.</HI></P>
<P><HI>The la&s;t Objection is more particular: They &s;ay,</HI> That the Unities of Action, Time and Place mu&s;t needs take off from the great Variety of the Plot, and a fine Story by this means will be quite murdered. <HI>'Tis true, all</HI> Stories <HI>what|&s;oever are not fit for a</HI> Dramatick Poem; <HI>yet there may be an excellent</HI> Plot <HI>without crowaing to|gether Intrigues (little depending upon one another) of half a dozen couple, &s;uppo&s;e, in one Play; with|out hurrying over the bu&s;ine&s;s of three Months in three Hours time, or perhaps without skipping from Gardens to Mountains, from thence to Groves, and then to Town in an Act or two: But our prying curious Sparks can't re&s;t here, but mu&s;t be for peeping into Chambers, Clo&s;ets, and Withdrawing-Rooms, ay, and into Beds too (&s;ometimes with the Ladies in 'em) and have all things brought openly upon the Stage. tho never &s;o improper, and indecent. But this Ob|jection may yet better be an&s;wered by In&s;tances; and fir&s;t for the</HI> Unity of Time, <HI>we may mention the Play call'd,</HI> The Adventures of Five
<PB N="xx" REF="11"> Hours, <HI>the whole</HI> Action <HI>la&s;ting no longer (much le&s;s a day, the extent allowed for a</HI> Dramatick Poem) <HI>yet this is one of the plea&s;ante&s;t</HI> Stories <HI>that ever appeared upon our Stage, and has as much Variety of</HI> Plots <HI>and</HI> Intrigues, <HI>without any thing being precipitated, improbable or unnatural as to the main</HI> Action; <HI>&s;o by this it appears that this Rule is no Spoiler or Murderer of a finer</HI> Story. <HI>Then for the</HI> Unity of Time <HI>and</HI> Action <HI>too,</HI> Ben. John&s;on's Silent Woman <HI>is a remarkable In|&s;tance: an excellent</HI> Comedy <HI>indeed, where the</HI> Action <HI>is perfectly &s;ingle, and the utmo&s;t extent of the</HI> Time <HI>exceeds not three Hours and a half, (the &s;horte&s;t we ever find) yet &s;till the</HI> Plot, Intrigues, <HI>and above all the</HI> Incidents <HI>are very fine; and no ways unnatural. La&s;tly, For all three</HI> Unities, <HI>Mr.</HI> Dryden's All for Love <HI>(tho a</HI> Tragedy, <HI>and &s;omewhat foreign to our bu&s;ine&s;s) is worthy to be taken notice of, that being perfectly</HI> Regular <HI>accord|ing to the Rules of the Stage, the</HI> Scenes <HI>unbroken, the</HI> Incidents <HI>exactly and duly prepared, and all things noble and beautiful, ju&s;t and proportionable. This we reckon one of the be&s;t</HI> Tragedies <HI>of our Nation. Now can any Man ju&s;tly think that the&s;e Plays we new mentioned were ever the wor&s;e for that</HI> Regularity <HI>they had; or indeed have we many better in the Nation for</HI> Plot; <HI>or many that have better pleas'd the generality of Per&s;ons that the&s;e; If &s;o, this &s;ufficiently &s;hows the Truth of what we offered; and withal commends our Ma&s;ter's great Judgment in this Point: Who in our Opinion (be|&s;ides the Excellency of his</HI> Characters) <HI>plainly de|&s;erves
<PB N="xxi" REF="11"> a greater Name for his</HI> Plots, <HI>than he does for his</HI> Language.</P>
<P><HI>Come we next then to our own Vindication, in which we &s;hall briefly &s;hew the</HI> Rea&s;ons <HI>why we did it, and likewi&s;e what our Performances have been in this Ver&s;ion.</HI></P>
<P><HI>The main</HI> Rea&s;ons <HI>why we undertook it were the&s;e. Fir&s;t, For the Excellency and U&s;efulne&s;s of this Author in general: And con&s;equently for the benefit (as we &s;hall &s;hew by and by) of mo&s;t &s;orts of People, but e&s;pecially for the Service it may do our</HI> Dramatick Poets. <HI>Next, for the Honour of own</HI> Language, <HI>into which all good Bocks ought to be Tran&s;lated, &s;ince</HI> 'tis now become &s;o Elegant, Sweet and Copious: <HI>And indeed nothing refines, or gives Foreigners a greater Opinion of any Lan|guage than its number of good Tran&s;lations; of which the</HI> French <HI>is a great In&s;tance. Thirdly, Becau&s;e mo&s;t of our Neighbours have got it into their</HI> Lan|guage, <HI>particularly the</HI> French, <HI>who have done it with good Succe&s;s; and we have no rea&s;on for being outdone by any of our Neighbours, &s;ince we have a</HI> Language <HI>we dare &s;et again&s;t any in the World. La&s;tly, Since the Author is &s;o excellent, we under|took it becau&s;e no other Per&s;ons wou'd. 'Tis &s;trange that none of our great Wits wou'd undertake it before, but let us Per&s;ons of Ob&s;curity, take their Works out of their Hands; when we can perceive by our liitle Performances that our</HI> Language <HI>will do it to a very high degree, undoubtedly better than the</HI> French.</P>
<P><HI>The mo&s;t con&s;iderable Objections that have been</HI>
<PB N="xxii" REF="12"> <HI>made again&s;t our Tran&s;lation are the&s;e. Fir&s;t,</HI> What real U&s;e or Advantage can this Tran&s;lation be to the Publick? As for School-Boys and Learners, <HI>Bernard's</HI> and <HI>Hool's</HI> Tran&s;lations, the great number of Notes, a School-Ma&s;ter, or their own Indu&s;try will well enough teach 'em to con&s;true it. Men of Sen&s;e and Learning, they read it wholly for the Latin &s;ake; therefore a Tran&s;lation is of no u&s;e to them. <HI>La&s;tly,</HI> they won't fit our Stage; and con&s;equently they are impertinent at be&s;t. <HI>To the&s;e we an&s;wer; Fir&s;t, As to</HI> School-Boys <HI>and</HI> Learners! Bernard's <HI>and</HI> Hool's <HI>Tran&s;lations are very often fal&s;e, mo&s;tly &s;o ob&s;olete, flat and un|plea&s;ant, that a Man can &s;carce read half a Page without &s;leeping; the latter is full of</HI> Latini&s;ms, <HI>and both are often more ob&s;cure than the Original. The</HI> Notes <HI>&s;ometimes don't expre&s;s the Author; Sen&s;e; and often very ob&s;curely: In &s;ome things they are too &s;hort, in others too long and tedious: And mo&s;t of them have the &s;light of running very nimbly over tho&s;e Places which they are afraid they &s;hou'd &s;tick in.</HI> School-Ma&s;ters <HI>often want Time, and now then and Judgment and Learning to explain things as they ought; then to leave Boys by them&s;elves to pick out the Sen&s;e of &s;uch a difficult Author as this, is very inconvenient which, be&s;ides the Di&s;couragement &s;ometimes of not being able to do it, will often lead 'em into &s;uch Errors and Mi&s;takes, as perhaps they'll never g<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t clear of. So that this will be of great u&s;e even <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">o</HI> School-Boys <HI>and</HI> Learners: <HI>Be&s;ide the great A<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">|vantage
<PB N="xxiii" REF="12"> of teaching 'em, perhaps not the wor&s;t</HI> Engli&s;h; <HI>and &s;omething of the Idiom of our Tongue.</HI></P>
<P><HI>As for the &s;econd part of the Objection,</HI> That Men of Sen&s;e and Learning read it only for the Latin &s;ake; <HI>This is or ought to be look'd upon as a great Mi&s;take: Since</HI> Terence <HI>has other and greater Excellencies than his Style, as we have before &s;hewn. But however ingenious Per&s;ons mu&s;t needs receive &s;ome plea&s;ure in &s;eeing &s;uch excellent fine Latin now &s;peak tolerable good</HI> Engli&s;h: <HI>and likewi&s;e in &s;eeing &s;omewhat of the Conver&s;ation, Humour and Cu&s;toms of the old</HI> Greeks <HI>and</HI> Romans <HI>put into a modern Dre&s;s; and perhaps not quite out of the Fa&s;hion. Be&s;ides, &s;ince many of the&s;e do &s;ometimes upon an occa&s;ion make u&s;e of</HI> Notes, <HI>'twill be of equal u&s;e (in that re&s;pect) to them as to all</HI> Learners. <HI>And that they have often need of &s;uch, will appear from the &s;everal difficult places (e&s;pecially as to the Plot) and &s;ome ob&s;cure dubious Pa&s;&s;ages in this Author, which the utmo&s;t Skill in the</HI> Latin <HI>Tongue will not teach to explain; &s;ince there is as great a nece&s;&s;ity for the under&s;tanding of the</HI> Roman <HI>Cu&s;toms and Theatres in this Ca&s;e, and of the Art of the Stage, as of the</HI> Latin <HI>Tongue. How extraordinary u&s;eful a Tran&s;lation can be in perfectly</HI> clearing an Author, Ro&s;common's <HI>Tran&s;lation of</HI> Horace's Art of Poetry <HI>is an apparent In&s;tance; which &s;hews the Sen&s;e, Meaning, De&s;ign, &amp;c. of</HI> Horace <HI>better and ea&s;ier than all the</HI> Paraphra&s;es <HI>and</HI> Notes <HI>in the World.</HI></P>
<P><HI>Thirdly, Tho our</HI> Tran&s;lation <HI>will never fit our Stage, yet it may be of con&s;iderable u&s;e to &s;ome of the</HI>
<PB N="xxiv" REF="13"> Dramatick Poets; <HI>which we had &s;ome re&s;pect to when we did it; they will &s;erve 'em (as was &s;aid before) for</HI> Models; <HI>and tho many of our Poets do very well under&s;tand the Original, yet 'tis plain that &s;ome of 'em do not under&s;tand it over-much. But however, it may not be wholly u&s;ele&s;s to tho&s;e that do, and more proper for their bu&s;ine&s;s, being ready explained to their hands: And upon &s;ome accounts to be read with le&s;s trouble than the Original: For that is in many places very-ob&s;cure by rea&s;on of corrupted Copies, wrong Points, fal&s;e Divi&s;ion of whole</HI> Acts <HI>as well as</HI> Scenes, <HI>and the like: Further, if the&s;e Plays come to be frequently read by the more ordinary &s;ort of People, they will by little and little grow more in love with, and more clearly &s;ee the true Excel|lencies of the&s;e Rules, and the&s;e lively</HI> Imitations of Nature, <HI>which will be the greate&s;t Encourage|ment our Poets can have to follow 'em. And be|&s;ides, the common People by the&s;e</HI> Plays <HI>may plainly perceive that</HI> Ob&s;cenities, <HI>and</HI> Debaucheries <HI>are no ways nece&s;&s;ary to make a good</HI> Comedy; <HI>and the Poets them&s;elves will be the more ready to blu&s;h when they &s;ee</HI> Heathens <HI>&s;o plainly out-ao us</HI> Chri&s;tians <HI>in their</HI> Morals; <HI>for their principal Vices in their Plays were chiefly from the Ignorance of the Times, but we have no &s;uch pretence. This alone might ha' been a &s;ufficient rea&s;on for our under|taking this De&s;ign.</HI></P>
<P><HI>But to come now to what we have done; 'tis not to be expected we &s;hou'd wholly reach the Air of the Original; that being &s;o peculiar, and the Language &s;o different; We have imitated our Author as well</HI>
<PB N="xxv" REF="13"> <HI>and as nigh as the</HI> Engli&s;h <HI>Tongue as our &s;mall Abilities wou'd permit; each of us joining and con|&s;ulting about every Line, not only for the doing of it better, but al&s;o for the making of it all of a piece. We followed no one</HI> Latin <HI>Copy by it &s;elf, becau&s;e of the great di&s;agreements among 'em, but have taken any that &s;eem'd true&s;t. We lookld over all the</HI> Notes, <HI>&s;ometimes they wou'd help us a little, and often not; &s;ome hints we had from the</HI> French, <HI>but not very many; be&s;ides we had con&s;iderable helps from other Per&s;ons far above our &s;elves, for who&s;e Care and Pains we &s;hall ever acknowledge our Gratitude. A meer</HI> Verbal Tran&s;lation <HI>is not to be expected, that wou'd &s;ound &s;o horribly, and be more ob&s;cure than the Original; but we have been faithful Ob&s;ervers of his Sen&s;e, and even of his Words too, not &s;lipping any of con&s;equence without &s;omething to an&s;wer it; nay further, where two Words &s;eem to be much the &s;ame, and perhaps not intended to be very different by the Author, we were commonly &s;o nice as to do them too; &s;uch as</HI> Segnitia <HI>and</HI> Socordia, Scire <HI>and</HI> No&s;cere, <HI>and the like, which is more exact than mo&s;t, if not all, our modern Ver&s;ions. We cou'dn't have kept clo&s;er (e&s;pecially in this Author, which &s;everal ingenious Per&s;ons told us,</HI> Is the harde&s;t in the World to tran&s;late) <HI>without too much treading upon the Authors Heels, and de&s;troying our De&s;ign of giving it an ea&s;ie,</HI> Comick Stile, <HI>mo&s;t agreeable to our pre&s;ent Times. If we have been guilty of any Fault of this nature, it &s;eems to be that of keeping too clo&s;e.</HI></P>
<PB N="xxvi" REF="14">
<P><HI>But &s;till to be more particular; we did all we cou'd to prevent any of the Meaning and Grace of the be&s;t</HI> Words <HI>to be lo&s;t; &s;o that we were often forced to &s;earch and &s;tudy &s;ome time for tho&s;e mo&s;t pro|per, and oftentimes to expre&s;s 'em by two, and &s;ome times by a</HI> Circumlocution: <HI>Which Madam</HI> Dacier <HI>her &s;elf, as accurate as &s;he is accompted, has often neglected; and thereby has wholly lo&s;t the Force and Beauty of many Emphatical Words.</HI> Terence <HI>had &s;ome words taken in a great many &s;everal Sen&s;es, &s;uch as</HI> Contumelia <HI>and</HI> Injuria, Odio&s;us, Tri&s;tis, <HI>&amp;c. the&s;e we have been very careful about; but where he plays upon words (tho never &s;o prettily) he ought not in &s;ome places to be imitated at all, becau&s;e the Finene&s;s is more lo&s;t that way, than the other; yet we try'd at &s;everal when they were Natural and tolerable in</HI> Engli&s;h. <HI>As for his</HI> Allu&s;ions <HI>and the like, many of them perhaps are quite lo&s;t to us. However they are commonly lo&s;t in our Language. On &s;uch places (as well as &s;ome others) we made</HI> Remarks <HI>or</HI> Notes <HI>at the latter end; &s;ome of which we are obliged to the</HI> French <HI>Lady for; the&s;e &s;erving to &s;hew our Author's fine Stroaks, as well as to vindicate our Tran&s;lation. For his</HI> Sen&s;e <HI>and</HI> Meaning, <HI>we have taken more than ordinary care about, and weigh'd all Circum|&s;tances before we &s;ix'd. Several of the Pa&s;&s;ages are done contrary to the general Opinion, and &s;ome few differently from all, both as to the</HI> Per&s;on that &s;peaks <HI>as well as the</HI> Meaning, <HI>but not without good Grounds: and if any be &s;o ni<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e in cen&s;uring, we de&s;ire that Per|&s;on to &s;hew us three</HI> Terences <HI>that exactly agree with one another, either in Points or Words, for two <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">cts together Of tho&s;e Pa&s;&s;ages that were ab&s;olutely doubtful we always took the be&s;t, and that which &s;eem d to us the mo&s;t probable Way and Meaning: and all &s;uch as were difficult, knotty or ob&s;cure in the Original, we made</HI>
<PB N="xxvii" REF="14"> <HI>as plain and clear as we cou'd: and we pre&s;ume to fan&s;ie there are very few Pa&s;&s;ages in ours, unintelli|gible to the meane&s;t Capacity. In his</HI> Je&s;ts <HI>and</HI> Re|partees <HI>(except they were</HI> Allu&s;ions <HI>or the like) we hope that the force of em is &s;eldom lo&s;t. For ma|king every Per&s;on &s;peak &s;o exactly like them&s;elves (a thing that our Author was &s;o famous for) is much more difficult it</HI> Engli&s;h <HI>by rea&s;on of its greater va|riety of</HI> Idioms <HI>and</HI> Phra&s;es <HI>than in the</HI> Latin; <HI>and to &s;uit the&s;e always right, requires a greater</HI> Genius <HI>than we can pretend to.</HI> Terence, <HI>tho reckon'd very genteel in his Days &s;eems in &s;ome place, to have a &s;ort of familiarity and bluntne&s;s in his Di&s;cour&s;e not &s;o agreeable with the Manners and Gallantry of our Times: which we have mollify'd as well as we cou'd, &s;till making the</HI> Servants <HI>&s;awcy enough upon occa&s;ion. In &s;ome places we have had &s;omewhat more of</HI> Humor <HI>than the Original, to make it &s;till more agreeable to our Age; but all the while have kept &s;o nigh our Authors</HI> Sen&s;e <HI>and</HI> De&s;ign, <HI>that we hope it can never be ju&s;tly call d a fault. We can't certainly tell whether</HI> Wil|liam <HI>the Conqueror, the</HI> Grand Seignior <HI>(and the like) may pa&s;s with &s;ome: They may po&s;&s;ibly take 'em for Blunders in time; which are now become Prover|bial Expre&s;&s;ion; the fir&s;t &s;ignifying only a great while ago, and t other a great Man.</HI></P>
<P><HI>As for the Divi&s;ion of the</HI> Acts <HI>and</HI> Scenes, <HI>all the common</HI> Terences <HI>are mo&s;t notoriou&s;ly fal&s;e: The</HI> Acts <HI>are often wrong, but the</HI> Scences <HI>oftener; and the&s;e have bred &s;ome ob&s;curity in our Author's</HI> Rules <HI>Madam</HI> Decier <HI>has been more exact in this than all others before her; yet, &s;till &s;he's once mi&s;taken in her</HI> Acts, <HI>and very often in her</HI> Scenes. <HI>We have fol|lowed her as to her</HI> Acts, <HI>except one in the</HI> Phormio; <HI>but we have not divided the</HI> Scenes <HI>at all by Figures, becau&s;e they are of no &s;uch u&s;e; only the Reader may</HI>
<PB N="xxviii" REF="15"> <HI>take notice that whenever any particular</HI> Actor <HI>en|ters upon the Stage, or goes off, that makes a different</HI> Scene; <HI>for the</HI> Ancients <HI>never had any other that we know of. The</HI> Prologues, <HI>by the Advice of &s;eve|ral Judicious Per&s;ons are left out, as being the Meane&s;t, the fulle&s;t of Quibbles, and the lea&s;t In|telligible of any thing he wrote: They relating chiefly to private Squabbles between our</HI> Author <HI>and the</HI> Poets <HI>of his time: The Particulars of which 'tis im|po&s;&s;ible for us to under&s;tand now, and we need not be much concern'd that we don't. Be&s;ides, in the main, they are &s;o much beneath the</HI> Author, <HI>that 'tis much que&s;tioned whether they are his or no, e&s;pecially the Third. The</HI> Arguments <HI>are certainly none of his, and &s;o far from being u&s;eful, that they only &s;erve to fore&s;tal the</HI> Plots, <HI>and take away the Plea&s;ure of &s;urprizing.</HI></P>
<P><HI>La&s;tly, That there might be nothing wanting that might make this Tran&s;lation as intire and clear as po&s;|&s;ible, weve all the way intermixed</HI> Notes of Ex|planation, <HI>&s;uch as,</HI> Enter, Exit, A&s;ides, <HI>and all other things of</HI> Action, <HI>nece&s;&s;ary to be known, and con&s;tantly practis'd among our Modern</HI> Dramatick Poets. <HI>The&s;e &s;erve extreamly to the clearing of the</HI> Plots <HI>which wou'd be ob&s;cure without em; e&s;pecially &s;ince their Theaters were &s;o different from ours. And as this &s;ort of</HI> Notes <HI>are the</HI> &s;horte&s;t, <HI>that are generally us'd, &s;o they are mo&s;t</HI> compleat, u&s;eful <HI>and</HI> clear, <HI>by the help of which any Child almo&s;t may apprehend every thing. Perhaps we might have omitted &s;ome of'em, but we had better offend this way than the other</HI></P>
<P><HI>Thus have we &s;aid as much as we thought requi&s;ite in Vindication of our Ma&s;ter's Honour, and of our own &V;ndertaking. And if we had &s;aid ten times as much; and nere &s;o much to the purpo&s;e, People will think, and talk what they plea&s;e, and we can't help it.</HI></P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="biography">
<PB N="xxix" REF="15">
<HEAD>THE Life of <HI>TERENCE.</HI></HEAD>
<P>I <HI>&V;blius Terentius</HI> had his Birth at the famous City of <HI>Carthage,</HI> in <HI>Africa,</HI> in the Year of <HI>Rome</HI> 559, Seven Years after the &s;econd <HI>Punick</HI> War, and 192 before <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> His Parentage was Mean no doubt; &s;o little known, that his true Name is not remember'd: for that of <HI>Terence</HI> he took from his Patron <HI>Terentius Lucanus,</HI> the <HI>Roman</HI> Senator. As for his Per&s;on, he was of a middle Stature, very &s;lender, and &s;omewhat of a tawny Complexion.</P>
<P>When he was very young, and not pa&s;t his Childhood, he was made Captive, as 'tis general|ly &s;uppos'd, by the <HI>Numidians,</HI> who &s;ent him immediately to <HI>Rome;</HI> and there he happened on the fore-mention'd <HI>Terentius Lucanus.</HI> This Ma|&s;ter had &s;o great an E&s;teem for his good Meen and Excellent Parts, that he did only give him a mo&s;t tender and genteel Education, but his Free|dom too; and what is more, when he was very young; a Favour not very u&s;ual in tho&s;e Days.</P>
<P>After this, he more clo&s;ely apply'd him&s;elf to Learning; and his ob&s;ervations and Studies of Men and Manners, &s;eem'd to be his chief Imploy|ment. His exact Remarks upon Mens natural Di&s;po&s;itions; and his Genuis, led him wholly to <HI>Dramatick Poetry,</HI> particularly <HI>Comedy;</HI> wherein all the Humours and Pa&s;&s;ions of Men are &s;o nicely ob&s;erved and expre&s;&s;ed; that we can no where
<PB N="xxx" REF="16"> find a truer and more lively Repre&s;entation of <HI>Humane Nature.</HI> His comely Per&s;onage, and his accurate Writings, brought him into a great E&s;teem, not only with the People in general, but likewi&s;e with the greate&s;t and noble&s;t of <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word">; but he wasmoree&s;pecialy beloved and cheri&s;h'd <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> the famous <HI>Scipio Africa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">us</HI> and <HI>Lelius.</HI> With the&s;e two in&s;eparable Friends and Companions, he had gain'd more than ordinary Familiarity; pa&s;&s;ing away many a fair Hour in Plea&s;ures and Delights, at their Country Hou&s;e at Mount <HI>Alba.</HI></P>
<P>He made him&s;elf Ma&s;ter of the <HI>Greek</HI> Tongue, from which he borrowed much in his Plays; of which we have &s;ix remaining. When he had fi|ni&s;h'd his fir&s;t Play, and brought it to the <HI>Edils;</HI> they wou'd needs have him read it before <HI>Cece|lius,</HI> as the mo&s;t approved Judge. <HI>Cecelius</HI> was then at Supper. <HI>Terence's</HI> Garb, it &s;eems, was none of the be&s;t at that time, therefore he was &s;eated in an ordinary by-place, and there ordered to begin. But a few of his fine Ver&s;es &s;o well made amends for the Meanne&s;s of his Habit, that he was immediately de&s;ired to &s;it down and take part of what he found at the Table; being placed next to <HI>Cecelius</HI> him&s;elf. After Supper, he read over the re&s;t of his Play to <HI>Cecelius's</HI> wonderful Delight. The Name of it, we find not; it cou'd not be the <HI>Andrian,</HI> for that was made two Years after <HI>Cecelius</HI> was dead.</P>
<P>In the 28th Year of his Age, he made his <HI>An|drian;</HI> the fir&s;t <HI>Comedy</HI> that we know of, which he took a great part from <HI>Menander</HI> the <HI>Greek</HI> Poet. The Year following he made his <HI>Hocyra,</HI> or <HI>Mother-in-Law,</HI> which he took chiefly from <HI>Apollodorus</HI> the <HI>Greek</HI> Poet. This Play was the fir&s;t time un&s;ucce&s;sful, and is the only one who&s;e <HI>Plot</HI> is perfectly <HI>Single.</HI> Two Years after, he
<PB N="xxxi" REF="16"> made his <HI>Heautontimorumenos,</HI> or <HI>Self Tormentor,</HI> which he borrowed mo&s;tly from <HI>Menander.</HI> Two Years after that, his <HI>Phormio,</HI> taken chiefly from <HI>Apollodorus's Epidicazomenos.</HI> The &s;ame Year, he made his <HI>Eunuch;</HI> of which he borrowed a great part from <HI>Menander:</HI> This by many is reckon'd his be&s;t; however it came off with far greate&s;t Applau&s;e. The Year following, in the 34th Year of his Age he made his la&s;t <HI>Comedy</HI> called <HI>Adelphi,</HI> or the <HI>Brothers,</HI> and that too was mo&s;tly taken from <HI>Menander;</HI> which <HI>Varro,</HI> as to the beginning of it, prefers to the beginning of <HI>Menander</HI> him|&s;elf.</P>
<P>The&s;e <HI>Comedies</HI> were in great Reputation among the <HI>Romans,</HI> and generally &s;ucceeded very well; tho <HI>Plautus</HI> had &s;ometimes better Luck on the Stage. But never a one of his took like the <HI>Eunuch,</HI> for which <HI>Terence</HI> had 8000 Se&s;terces; a reward (tho not exceeding Sixty Pounds of our Money) greater in tho&s;e days then ever <HI>Poet</HI> had. Be&s;ides, it was acted twice in one day; the more &s;trange, becau&s;e Plays than were never made but to be acted two or three times in all. All &s;ix were almo&s;t equally e&s;teem'd by his Country|men; and mo&s;t of them had their peculiar Beau|ties. Tis ob&s;erved that the <HI>Andrian,</HI> and the <HI>Brothers,</HI> excel in their <HI>Characters</HI> and <HI>Manners;</HI> the <HI>Eunuch</HI> and <HI>Phormio,</HI> in the Vigor and Live|line&s;s of their <HI>Intrigues;</HI> and the <HI>Self-tormentor,</HI> and <HI>Mother-in-Law,</HI> in their <HI>Thoughts, Pa&s;&s;ions,</HI> and Purity of <HI>Stile.</HI></P>
<P>Upon the account of his intimate Acquaintance with <HI>Scipio</HI> and <HI>Lelius,</HI> it was, and is &s;till gene|rally believed that they had a great, if not a principal Share, in the making of his Plays: And this Conjecture is grounded not only upon the extraordinary Familiarity between them; but al&s;o
<PB N="xxxii" REF="17"> the <HI>Accuracy, Propriety, Purity</HI> and <HI>Politene&s;s</HI> of the <HI>Stile,</HI> which do indeed &s;eem above a poor <HI>Africans</HI> Abilities. But the&s;e are but meer Con|jectures, intermixed with a Spice of Malice; tho indeed redounding much to his Honour, as he him&s;elf intimates in the Prologue to his <HI>Bro|thers.</HI> The extraordinary Familiarity between them, was probably cau&s;ed by his Eminent De|&s;erts. The <HI>Accuracy</HI> and <HI>Propriety</HI> of his <HI>Style,</HI> proceeded, perhaps, from his Labour and Stu|dies; as the <HI>Purity</HI> and <HI>Politene&s;s</HI> of it, might be the Effects of his <HI>Roman</HI> Education, and his keeping the be&s;t Company. And if he defended him&s;elf but &s;lightly whene're he was accu&s;ed; that may be reckon'd his great Complai&s;ance to tho&s;e Noble Per&s;ons.</P>
<P>The&s;e Crimes he was often charged with; but in the Thirty Fifth Year of his Age, either to avoid the&s;e Scandals, or to in&s;truct him&s;elf in the Cu&s;toms and Manners of the <HI>Grecians,</HI> he left <HI>Rome</HI> to go for that Country, and d<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ed &s;oon after his departure, in the Year of <HI>Rome</HI> 594, Nine Years before the Third <HI>Punick</HI> War, and 157 be|fore <HI>Chri&s;t.</HI> The Place and Manner of his death is very doubtful. Some &s;ay he dy'd in his return from <HI>Gree<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e</HI> to <HI>Rome,</HI> with a great number of <HI>Greek Comedies</HI> Tran&s;lated by him, and lo&s;t with him. Others that he dyed at <HI>Stymphalus,</HI> a Vil|lage in <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">adia,</HI> for Grief of lo&s;ing tho&s;e <HI>Comedies</HI> he had Tran&s;lated. But here we leave all to the Judgment of more curious Per&s;ons.</P>
<P>It is &s;aid by &s;everal, that he died very poor; but however his Daughter (the only Child he left) after his decea&s;e was marryed to a <HI>Roman</HI> Knight; to whom he left a Hou&s;e and a Garden of Six Acres, which was &s;ituated under the <HI>Ap|pian-Way,</HI> nigh that place called <HI>Villa-Martis.</HI></P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="17">
<P>THE Fair <HI>ANDRIAN,</HI> A COMEDY, Acted at the Fea&s;t of <HI>Cibele,</HI> WHEN <HI>M. Fulvius</HI> and <HI>M. Glabrio</HI> were <HI>Curule Edil's,</HI> By the Company of <HI>L Ambivius Turpio.</HI> and <HI>L. Attilius</HI> of <HI>Prene&s;tae.</HI></P>
<P><HI>Flaccus</HI> made free by <HI>Claudius,</HI> compos'd the Mu&s;ick, which was perform&punc;d on two equal Flutes, the one Right-handed, and the other Left handed.</P>
<P>It was taken wholly from the <HI>Greek</HI> and Acted,</P>
<P>Under the Con&s;ul&s;hip of <HI>M. Marcellus,</HI> and <HI>C. Sulpicius.</HI></P>
<P><HI>A. &V;. C.</HI> 587. before Chri&s;t. 162.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="18">
<HEAD>Dramatis Per&s;onae.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<HEAD>MEN.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Simo, <HI>An old rich Merchant of</HI> Athens; <HI>very kind and indulgent to his Son, but otherwi&s;e of a <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">i&s;po&s;ition &s;omewhat peevi&s;h.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Chremes, <HI>His Friend and Neighbour Father to</HI> Philu|mena; <HI>of an ea&s;ie pliant temper.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Pamphilus, Simo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"><HI>s Son; very civil, courteous and obedi|ent; but pa&s;&s;ionately in love with</HI> Gly|cerie.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Charine, <HI>A young Gentlemen his Friend; in love with</HI> Chremes'<HI>s Daughter</HI> Philumena.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Socia, Simo'<HI>s Steward.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Dromo, <HI>His Fo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">tman.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Davus, <HI>Servant to</HI> Pamphilus; <HI>a &s;aucy, cunning, intriguing Fellow, always helping his Ma&s;ter out in his Amours, and putting Tricks upon</HI> Simo.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Byrrhie, <HI>Servant to</HI> Charine.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Crito, <HI>A Stranger of the I&s;le of</HI> Andro; <HI>an hone&s;t downright Country Fellow.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>WOMEN.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Glycerie, <HI>The Fair</HI> Andrian; <HI>debaucht and kept by</HI> Pamphilus</ITEM>
<ITEM>My&s;is, <HI>Her Ma<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d, very faithful and careful.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Le&s;bia, <HI>An old S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">aking Midwife.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>MUTES.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Archillis, Glycerie'<HI>s Kur&s;e.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Servants to</HI> S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">n<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, <HI>Att<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ndants,</HI> &amp;c.</ITEM>
</LIST>
<P>Scene, ATHENS.</P>
<P>The TIME about Seven or Eight Hours.</P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB N="1" REF="18">
<HEAD>THE Fair <HI>ANDRIAN.</HI></HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT I.</HEAD>
<OPENER>SCENE, <HI>The Street before</HI> Simo'<HI>s Door.</HI> TIME, <HI>The Forenoon.</HI></OPENER>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Simo, Socia, <HI>and other of</HI> Simo'<HI>s Servants, with Provi&s;ions, and Things, as from the Market.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Simo</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>to the Servants.</STAGE>
<P>AWAY with tho&s;e things there, and be gone.&mdash; But do you &s;tay, <HI>Socia;</HI> I've &s;omething to &s;ay to you. </P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt Servants.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I under&s;tand ye, Sir: You'd ha'Care taken of the&s;e things, I &s;uppo&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Quite another Bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can my poor Skill be further Serviceable to you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, there's no need of that Skill of yours i'th' ca&s;e: Be but as Faithful and Secret as ye us'd to be, and the bu&s;ine&s;s is done.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="2" REF="19">
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I wait your Plea&s;ure, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm &s;ure you can't but know what a fair and ea&s;ie Ma&s;ter I ha' been t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ye e're &s;ince I bought ye of a Child, and in requital of your good Ser|vices, I gave ye your Freedom, the mo&s;t that I cou'd do for ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I'm not forgetful of it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor do I repent it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm very glad, Sir, to find ye pleas'd with any thing I ever did, or can do; and am much oblig'd to ye for your good Opinion of me. But with Submi&s;&s;ion, Sir, this &s;omewhat troubles me: for &s;uch a reminding a Man of a Benefit &s;eems to intimate as if he were in&s;en&s;ible of it.&mdash; But in one Word, Sir, What can I &s;erve you in?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tell you: i'the fir&s;t place you are to under&s;tand, that the Bu&s;ine&s;s of the Wedding is all &s;ham.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why de'e put it upo'th World then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tell ye the whole My&s;tery of it, and give ye &s;uch a light into my Son's Conver&s;ation and my De&s;igns, that you'll immediately &s;ee what part you are to act in this Bu&s;ine&s;s.&mdash; When I fir&s;t took him from School, <HI>Socia,</HI> I left him a little to him&s;elf, to try which way his Genius wou'd lead him: which was hard to know for certain, or indeed tolerably to gue&s;s at, whil&s;t he was a Boy, under the Awe of a Rod and Ma&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Right, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>You know 'tis a common thing for mo&s;t young Men, to give up them&s;elves wholly either to Hor&s;es, Hounds, Books, or the like: New he was not over-fond of any of the&s;e, though he was in at all. This I liked well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Y' had rea&s;on, Sir: <HI>For not to be too much <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ddicted to any one thing,</HI> I take to be the mo&s;t excellent Rule of Life.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="3" REF="19">
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then for his Conver&s;ation <HI>Socia:</HI> He was ne|ver unea&s;ie upon any occa&s;ion, nor wou'd he ever &s;poil Company, but clos'd with all Humours, ne|ver thwarting others, nor a&s;&s;uming too much to him&s;elf. And I think this was the way to get Reputation and Friends without Envy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>He took a wi&s;e Cour&s;e: For as the World goes now, <HI>Complai&s;ance goes currant, when Plain|dealing will not pa&s;s.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>In this Interim, there comes a Woman a|bout three Years ago from <HI>Andro,</HI> who takes Lodg|ings in our Neighbourhood, forced hither by the &s;cantine&s;s of her own Fortune, and the neglect of her Relations: But &s;he was a fine Woman indeed, and in the very Flower of her Age.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, Sir! I fear this &s;ame <HI>fine Woman</HI> bodes us no good.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>At fir&s;t indeed, &s;he lived a very hone&s;t; thrifty, and laborious &s;ort of a Life, earning her Bread at her Fingers ends. But afterwards, when the Love-bu&s;ine&s;s came on, and the Golden Pro|mi&s;es from this and t'other, (as People had rather follow their Plea&s;ure than their Work) &s;he accepts of their Offers, and immediately &s;ets up the <HI>Trad<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">.</HI> Some of her Gallants, as ill luck would have it, carried my Boy along with 'em for Company's &s;ake. Then &s;aid I to my &s;elf, <HI>the Fool's noo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">'d, noo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">'d, he's &s;mitten.</HI> So I made it my Bu&s;ine&s;s i'the Morning to watch the Lacky's going and coming, and wou'd ask 'em now and then, <HI>Hark ye good Boy, tell me ye little Rogue to who&s;e turn fell</HI> Chyr&s;is <HI>la&s;t Night?</HI> For you mu&s;t know that was the Name &s;he went by.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>They'd tell me, <HI>Phedrus, Clinie,</HI> or <HI>Nice|ratus</HI> perhaps, (for tho&s;e were all in with her) Ay, <HI>Rut my good Lads, What did</HI> Pamphilus? <HI>What did</HI>
<PB N="4" REF="20"> <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e?</HI> (they'd cry) <HI>Why? he only eat with 'em, and paid his Club.</HI> This pleas'd me to the very Soul. So I fell to pumping 'em another time, but not one Word that <HI>Pamphilus</HI> had ever been dabbling. This I thought a &s;ufficient Tryal, and a con&s;iderable In&s;tance of his Virtue. For he that has to do with &s;uch &s;ort of Cattle, and comes off clear, you may &s;afely tru&s;t him with the Management of him&s;elf. When others &s;aw how I reli&s;h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t it, they fell in one and all, and &s;aid a hundred fine things, I warrant ye, what a <HI>Ble&s;&s;ed Father I was to have &s;uch a to|wardly Son.</HI>&mdash; In one Word, the Reputation of it wrought &s;o upon my Neighbour <HI>Chremes,</HI> that no|thing would &s;erve him, but a Match between my Son and his Daughter, with a good Portion over and above too, The Propo&s;al took, we both a|greed upon't, and this was t'have been the Wed|ding-day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very good, And what ob&s;truction now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tell ye.&mdash; In a very few days whil&s;t this was doing, <HI>Chyr&s;is</HI> dies&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>In a good hour, Sir. We are all made then. To be free with ye, I did n't like this &s;ame <HI>Chry&s;is.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Son, you mu&s;t know, and the humble Servants of <HI>Chry&s;is</HI> were together, and together took care of the Funeral: He was really &s;ad, and now and then dropt a Tear, which I did n't di&s;|like. For, thought I, <HI>He that is &s;o much moved, and upon &s;uch &s;lender acquaintance, What if &s;he had been his own Mi&s;tri&s;s? How wou'd he take on if I &s;hould die?</HI> All this I look'd upon to be the Effects of good Nature, and a &s;weet Temper.&mdash; To c<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nclude, I my &s;elf to humour him went al&s;o to the Funeral without &s;u&s;pecting any thing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, Sir! And what then? <STAGE>Fearfully.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tell ye&mdash; The Body is brought out,
<PB N="5" REF="20"> the Company moves, and among&s;t the Women 'twas my Fortune to ca&s;t my Eye upon a young Creature, with a Face&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good enough perhaps.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay <HI>Socia,</HI> and an Air &s;o mode&s;t, &s;o pretty, nothing could be more charming.&mdash; Now finding this Woman &s;o much more concern'd than the re&s;t, and her Behaviour much more genteel and graceful than any there; I went and whi&s;per'd to the Servants to know who &s;he was. They told me, <HI>The dead Per&s;on's Si&s;ter.</HI> That Word &s;truck me to the very Heart. <HI>Well, well,</HI> (though I) <HI>the whole Bu&s;ine&s;s is unravelled, and the Tears and the Whining are no longer a My&s;tery.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm in &s;uch a Fright to know how this bu|&s;ine&s;s will come off.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well: the Funeral marches, we follow, come to the place where the Body was to be laid, put it into the Fire, and give her a Tear: Mean time, the <HI>Si&s;ter</HI> I told ye of, runs like a Mad|wo|man up to the Fire, and truly a'mo&s;t into't. At which <HI>Pamphilus</HI> in a great fright di&s;covers tha<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Love which he had &s;o well di&s;&s;embled, and con|ceal'd before, runs to her, takes her in his Arms <HI>My dear</HI> Gleycerie, &s;ays he, <HI>What de<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e do? Would ye de&s;troy your &s;elf?</HI> With that all in Tears &s;he flings her &s;elf upon him, and with &s;o much ten|derne&s;s too, that you might ea&s;ily pe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ceive 'twasn't the fir&s;t time of their acquaintance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! How's this Sir? <STAGE>In a maze.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away go I very moody and di&s;&s;atisfy'd, but not enough to make a Wrangle on't, For if I had chid him, he'd ha' &s;aid, <HI>Pray, Sir, What have I done? What have I de&s;erv'd, Sir? What's my Fault, Sir? A fooli&s;h Woman would ha' burnt h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r &s;elf, I hinderd her, and &s;aved her Life it may be.</HI> This is as fair a Plea as can be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="6" REF="21">Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>You've Rea&s;on, Sir: For had you blam'd him for &s;aving her out of the Flames, what wou'd ye ha' done if he had thrown her in?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Next day comes my Neighbour <HI>Chremes</HI> &s;torming like a Mad-man, <HI>That there was Roguery ith Ca&s;e, and that mo&s;t certainly</HI> Pamphilus, <HI>and this Woman were engaged together.</HI> I deny'd it, he af|firm'd it, and in fine, went his way in a Pet as if he would break <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ff the Match with his Daughter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>And did n't ye School your Son upon this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, no: 'twas n't enough yet to pick a <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">rrel at.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;o I be&s;eech ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>He might have &s;aid: <HI>You, Sir, are now put|ting a &s;top to all my Plea&s;ures of this nature; Shortly I mu&s;t be married, and live after another's Humour, mean time, pray Sir, let me live a little after my own.</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well Sir! If this won't do, What can you po&s;&s;ibly find to chide him for?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, if he refu&s;es to marry upon the ac|count of his Mi&s;s, that Bu&s;ine&s;s, mu&s;t be laid home to him fi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;t. Now my de&s;ign is by means of this Mock-wedding to find a ju&s;t Cau&s;e of being angry, if he &s;hou'dn't agree to't: And that if the Rogue <HI>Davus</HI> has any Trick in his Head, he may put it off if he can; I a'nt like to be his Chapman: Tho I know he'll be at it tooth and nail, and more to plague me perhaps, than to plea&s;ure my Son.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>What makes ye think &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>De'e ask that Que&s;tion? Ever while ye live, <HI>What's bred i'the Bone will ne're out o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> the Fle&s;h.</HI> But if I find him tampering, I'll&mdash; . In &s;hort, put the Ca&s;e that <HI>Pamphilus</HI> &s;hou'dn't boggle (as I heartily wi&s;h he wou'dn't) then <HI>Chremes</HI> is only <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">o be &s;weetned, and I hope 'twill do. Now the part you're to act is to countenance the Marriage,
<PB N="7" REF="21"> mortifie <HI>Davus,</HI> watch the Boy, and be a Spy upon their Councels.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Enough Sir, I'll take care of all.&mdash; Now I &s;uppo&s;e we may retire Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Go. I'll follow ye pre&s;ently. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Socia. Simo <HI>walks about &s;tudying.</HI></STAGE></P>
<P>My Life on't, this Boy o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">mine has no &s;tomach to a Wife: For if he had, <HI>Davus</HI> wou'dn't ha' been &s;o &s;tartl'd at the Talk of a Match in hand.&mdash; But hold ye! Yonder he comes.
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Davus <HI>at another part of the Stage, not &s;eeing</HI> Simo.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> I &s;hould ha' wonder'd if thi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Bu&s;ine&s;s had gone off &s;o: and that fleering Sweet|ne&s;s of my Ma&s;ter I didn't like. For when he heard the Match was breaking, he &s;tood with his Finger in his Mouth, and never &s;o much as grumbled at it.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>overhearing.</STAGE> But Sirrah! now he will, you &s;hall &s;ee, and make ye &s;moke for t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> to<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> I'll warrant ye his Bu&s;ine&s;s was to owl us into a Fool's Paradice, and I'th mid&s;t of all our hop's have taken us napping, before. we could bethink our &s;elves of &s;poiling the jo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">. A cunning old Fellow!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>li&s;tning.</STAGE> This Rogue! What &s;ays he? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>di&s;covering Simo</STAGE> S Life my Ma&s;ter's up<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> th' Back o'me, and I nere dream'd of him. <STAGE>Softly,</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Davus!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;eeming not to know him</STAGE> Umph! Who's that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here, Sir, this way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>What would this old Fellow have? <STAGE>Softly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>partly hearing.</STAGE> De<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">tter Sirrah?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who I, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>And ask Que&s;tions too?&mdash; Sirrah 'tis the Town-talk that my Son keeps a Mi&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="8" REF="22">Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Town's much concern'd I warrant for what our <HI>Pam</HI> does. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ra&s;cal! De'e mind what I &s;ay or no? <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>O yes, Sir, very much.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hould be lookt upon as a hard Father I know, for peeping into his Intrigues.&mdash; For what's gone and pa&s;t I regard not much; for he had Liberty enough, &s;o long as 'twas fit for me to give it, or him to take it. But now the Ca&s;e is alter<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d, and new Circum&s;tances call for new Mea&s;ures and new Manners; and therefore I re|quire you, or if 'twere decent, let me intreat ye good <HI>Davus,</HI> that my Son take up and mend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I'm i'th' dark all this while.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Wenchers you know are &s;ick at the Name of Wife and Matrimony&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, Sir, &s;o they &s;ay indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Then if any &s;uch has got a Tutor of his own Kidney, he &s;hall be &s;ure to be ply'd o'the weak &s;ide.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Really, Sir, I don't under&s;tand ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>No? That's &s;trange. <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why Sir, I'm plain <HI>Davus</HI> &s;till, no Con|jurer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then you'd ha' the re&s;t o'my Mind in words at length.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir, to chu&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look ye Sirrah! if I catch ye in any of your Roguy Legerdemain tricks to hinder this Match, or that ye have a Mind to &s;hew how <HI>&s;hrewd</HI> you are at Plotting: I'll ha' your Skin &s;tript o're your Ears, and you &s;ent to <HI>Bridewel</HI> Sirrah! there to lye and rot, upon this Condition, and by this token, that when e're I take you out, I'll give you leave to put me in.&mdash; What, does your Rogue|&s;hip under&s;tand me now? Han't I &s;poke plain e|nough yet?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="9" REF="22">Dav.</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>Ay <HI>&s;hrewdly.</HI></STAGE>
<P>Tis the very thing it &s;elf without going about.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well Sirrah! Trick me in any thing but this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gently, gently, Sir, I be&s;eech ye. <STAGE>Jeeringly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ra&s;cal de'e laugh at me too? But I know ye well enough, and remember what I tell ye; don't Act hand over Head, and pretend ye hadn't fair play &s;hown ye.&mdash; Take this for a Warning <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Simo.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davus</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>alone.</STAGE> Why &s;eriou&s;ly poor <HI>Davy,</HI> 'tis high time to be&s;tir thy &s;tumps, and to leave offdozing; at lea&s;t if a body may gue&s;s at the old Man's meaning by his Mumping. If the&s;e Brains don't help me out at a dead lift, to pot goes <HI>Pilgarlick,</HI> or his Ma|&s;ter for certain.&mdash; <STAGE>[He &s;tudies.]</STAGE> And hang me for a Dog, if I know which &s;ide to take, whether to help my young Ma&s;ter, or make fair with his Fa|ther.&mdash; Should I leave the Son, the poor Rogue may hang him&s;elf for ought I know; and if I help him, I dread an old Fox whom the Devil can't outwit.&mdash; In the fir&s;t place he has certainly &s;melt out his Son's haunts, then he &s;u&s;pects and keeps a deadly narrow Eye o're me, le&s;t I &s;hould play fa&s;t and loo&s;e with him in this Bu&s;ine&s;s. If he &s;mokes it I'm no Man of this World; or if the Toy takes him i'the Head, right or wrong he'll find an occa&s;ion to have me into Lobs-pound in a trice.&mdash; Be&s;ides all this, here's another piece of damn'd Luck, this &s;ame <HI>Glycerie</HI> (whether Wife or Mi&s;s I can't tell) is undoubtedly with Child by my ma&s;ter; and troth 'tis the plea&s;ante&s;t thing in the World, to tell their Adventure; for it looks more like a Romance than an Amo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r. What&s;ee're God &s;ends'em they're re&s;olved to bring it up. And they've contriv'd to &s;ham the Mother upon the World for a <HI>Citizen</HI> of <HI>Athens. Now</HI> (&s;ay
<PB N="10" REF="23"> they) <HI>once upon a time there was a certain old Man a Merchant of our Town, who was ca&s;t away upon the I&s;le of</HI> Andro: <HI>He dying, there did</HI> Chry&s;is'<HI>s Father take this young Orphan ca&s;t a&s;hoar, and bring her up.</HI> 'Tis all &s;tuff. O' my con&s;cience it &s;ounds like a Lye; but however the Story takes hugely with them.&mdash;</P>
<P><STAGE>My&s;is <HI>appears at</HI> Glycerie's <HI>Door.</HI></STAGE> But hold! here comes her Girl <HI>My&s;is.</HI>&mdash; I'll ev'n go to the <HI>Change,</HI> and hunt up my Ma&s;ter <HI>Pamphilus,</HI> his Father el&s;e will go nigh to &s;urprize him before he has his Le&s;&s;on.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Davus.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>As</HI> My&s;is <HI>Enters upon the Stage,</HI> Archillis <HI>comes to the Door.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Archillis.</STAGE> Yes, Yes: I under&s;tand ye <HI>Archillis</HI> without all this noi&s;e: You'd ha' me go for <HI>Lesbia</HI> by all means. But upon my word &s;he's a true Toper, and a giddy Brain Creature, not fit to be tru&s;ted with a Womans's fir&s;t Labour; But however I ll bring her.&mdash; <STAGE>Archillis <HI>retires, and</HI> My&s;is <HI>turns to her Spectators.</HI></STAGE> Didn't. ye &s;ee how eager this old Trot was to have her come, becau&s;e they might Fuddle their No&s;es together.&mdash; Well! Heavens grant my poor Mi&s;tre&s;s a good Delivery, and that any body may mi&s;carry under her Hands rather than &s;he.&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Pamphilus <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE>
<P>But what's here to do that Mr. <HI>Pamphilus</HI> is &s;o &s;trangely di&s;crdered?&mdash; It makes me tremble to think what &s;hould be the matter.&mdash; There's Mi&s;|chief a brewing, and I ll &s;tay a little to &s;ee what comes on't.</P>
<STAGE>She retires to one &s;ide of the Stage.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pamp.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Was ever &s;uch a thing done or thought of yet by Man? Is this the part of a Fa|ther?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What mi&s;chief's i'th' Wind now trow? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> If this ben't &s;everity with a
<PB N="11" REF="23"> witne&s;s, before God and Man there's no &s;uch thing in nature.&mdash; My Father it &s;eems de&s;ign'd t' have married me to day. One would ha' thought I might ha' known on't before. Or at lea&s;t have had &s;ome notice of my own Wedding.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas! What's this I hear?</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> What means this <HI>Chremes</HI> too? Who but lately declar'd again&s;t the Match. Has he chang'd his own Mind, becau&s;e he &s;aw I would not change mine? Is he &s;o re&s;olutely bent to rend me from my deare&s;t <HI>Glycerie?</HI> If it comes to that once, I'm ruin'd beyond Redemption.&mdash; Was there ever &s;uch an awkward and unlucky Fellow upon Earth as I?&mdash; O Heavens! Is there no way to &s;huffle off the Alliance with this <HI>Chremes?</HI> How gro&s;ly have I been abus'd and trampled on? All things were agreed upon, e|very thing &s;ign'd and &s;eal'd; of a &s;udden I their <HI>Ca&s;t-off</HI> mu&s;t be brought on again. But why? un|le&s;s there's &s;ome damnable Roguery i'th' bottom on't, which I am very &s;u&s;picious of. Now becau&s;e this <HI>Dowdy</HI> lies upon her Father's Hands, and no body el&s;e will, I mu&s;t.</P>
<STAGE>Scornfully.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow the&s;e Words make my poor heart go pit-a-pat.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> But what &s;hall I &s;ay o'my Father all this while? Alas for him! That he &s;hou'd &s;o carele&s;ly huddle up a thing of &s;o great Con&s;e|quence.&mdash; He told me upon the <HI>Change</HI> as he went by me ev'n now, <HI>Pamphilus, You're to be married to day, go home pre&s;ently, and make your &s;elf ready:</HI> Which &s;ounded to me as if he &s;aid, <HI>Go home pre&s;ently and hang your &s;elf.</HI> It &s;tunn d me &s;o that I hadn't a Word to an&s;wer, nor the lea&s;t Co|lour of excu&s;e, tho' ne're &s;o fooli&s;h, fal&s;e, or ex|travagant. In &s;hort, I was Tongue-tied.&mdash; But if any body &s;hould ask me now, <HI>What wou'd ye ha' done, &s;uppo&s;ing you had had timely notice on't?</HI> Why
<PB N="12" REF="24"> &s;ure I wou'd ha' done &s;omething not to have done this.&mdash; But as the Ca&s;e now &s;tands, Where &s;hall I begin fir&s;t? &s;o many Difficulties cumber and di&s;tract my Soul at once: On this &s;ide Love, pity for that dear Creature, and my being urged to marry; on that &s;ide the Reverence due to my Father who has hitherto indulged me in all that Heart could wi&s;h, and &s;hall I turn Rebel at la&s;t?&mdash; I'm very unhappy, and which &s;ide to take to I know not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>coming nearer.</STAGE> Alas! How I dread as much which &s;ide he'll take to! But now 'tis ab|&s;olutely nece&s;&s;ary for him to &s;peak with her, or for me to tell him &s;omething about her. For when the Minds upon the Ballance, the lea&s;t thing i'the World turns the Scale.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat Voice is that?&mdash; Is it you <HI>My&s;is?</HI> in good time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Mr. <HI>Pamphilus,</HI> well met.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>How does your Mi&s;tre&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>She Sir? Why &s;he's ju&s;t now in her Labour: then it goes the harder with the poor Creature, be|cau&s;e &s;he hears this is to be your Wedding day; but wor&s;t of all for fear you &s;hould leave her at <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">a&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh hideous! Can I entertain &s;uch a Thought? Shall I &s;uffer an unfortunate Gentle|woman to be ruin'd for my Plea&s;ure, who put her Life and Honour into my hands? One that I've lov d with the Fondne&s;s and Tenderne&s;s of a Hu&s;|band? Shall I expo&s;e &s;o much Mode&s;ty and Vertue to the Temptation of &s;o &s;trong a Nece&s;&s;ity? No, no: it mu&s;t never be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>That is to &s;ay if you cou'd help it; but I'm afraid you can't &s;tand the Brunt of your Fa|ther.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>But can ye think me &s;uch a Scoundrel? So ungrateful? So inhumane? Nay and &s;o brutal
<PB N="13" REF="24"> too? That neither Friend&s;hip, Love, nor Honour, can make or keep me hone&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>This I can a&s;&s;ure ye, Sir, you do her great wrong if you forget her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Forget her, &s;ay ye?&mdash; O <HI>My&s;is, My&s;is!</HI> What <HI>Chry&s;is</HI> &s;pake to me about her Si&s;ter, is to this day engraven on my Heart, &s;he was ju&s;t dy|ing, I remember, when &s;he called; I went to her, you among ye withdrew, we alone, &s;he thus be|gan. <HI>My</HI> Pamphilus! <HI>you &s;ee the Youth and Beauty of this poor Girl; I needn't tell ye how little the&s;e &s;ig|nifie either to the &s;ecurity of her Vertue, or Fortune.&mdash; Now by this Hand of yours, and your natural Good|ne&s;s I beg of ye: I adjure ye by the Faith you ve given this poor Creature, and by her &s;olitary Condition, to be true to her, and never for &s;ake her.&mdash; If you ve ever been to me as my own Brother, if you're the Man i' the World whom &s;he ever mo&s;t e&s;teem, d, if &s;he never de|ny'd ye any thing, that &s;he cou'd grant ye: I now be|queath ye to her for a Husband, a Friend, a Guardian, and a Father too. I leave ye al&s;o Ma&s;ter of my Fortune to do with it as ye plea&s;e.</HI>&mdash; With the&s;e Words &s;he join'd our Hands, and in the very Action died. I receiv'd her, and am re&s;olv'd to keep her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed, Sir, I hope &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>But why from your Mi&s;tre&s;s at this time?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm going for a Midwife.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee make ha&s;te then. [<STAGE>She is going off.</STAGE> But Hark ye: not a word o' th' Wedding to her; for fear it &s;hould make her the wor&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I under&s;tand ye.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt &s;everally.</STAGE>
</SP>
<TRAILER>End of the Fir&s;t Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<PB N="14" REF="25">
<HEAD>ACT II.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Charine <HI>attended by</HI> Byrrhie.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>As they enter.&mdash; </STAGE>
<P>HOw's this <HI>Byrrhie?</HI> Is &s;he to be marry'd to Mr. <HI>Pamphilus</HI> to day? Hah!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Neither better nor wor&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>How know ye that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I had it of <HI>Davus</HI> at the <HI>Change.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Unlucky Creature that I am! There's &s;ome Life in a Man as long as he lies hovering betwixt hope and fear, but when he comes to de&s;pond once, he &s;inks amain, and his Heart's as heavy as a lump of Lead.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P>For Goodne&s;s &s;ake, Sir, be but &s;o much a Phi|lo&s;opher, as if ye can't have what ye wou'd, con|tent your &s;elf with what you may.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, there is nothing I'd have, but my dear <HI>Philumena.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, Sir, Were it not much better to try if ye can put that Love out of your Head, than to indulge your Pa&s;&s;ion thus, &s;tand blowing o the Cole, and to no purpo&s;e neither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis an ea&s;ier Matter to give Councel than to take it, and if you had my Di&s;temper, you d &s;ay &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, well, Sir! what ye plea&s;e for that.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Pamphilus <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>But &s;tay a little, I &s;ee Mr. <HI>Pamphilus</HI> yon|der. Since my Life's at &s;take, I'm re&s;olv d to make a Bolt or a Shaft on t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="15" REF="25">
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What whim take's my Ma&s;ter now? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why I will &s;o beg, and beg of him, and tell him &s;uch a di&s;mal &s;tory of my Love, that I fancy he may be prevail'd upon to put off the Wed|ding for two or three days; mean time &s;omething may happen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And that &s;omething is ju&s;t nothing at all.
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>What think ye <HI>Byrrhie</HI> had I be&s;t go to him or no?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P>By all means, Sir, tho to no other pur|po&s;e than to make him believe you ll Cuckold him, if he marries her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Go hang your &s;elf, ye &s;u&s;picious Cur.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>coming nearer.</STAGE> O here's Mr <HI>Charine.</HI>&mdash; Your Servant, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, Sir, the very man I wanted!&mdash; For if you don't keep up my Heart, protect, a&s;&s;i&s;t and advi&s;e me, I'm undone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth, Sir, you've found me but in a &s;or|ry Condition, either to a&s;&s;i&s;t or advi&s;e ye.&mdash; But, pray, Sir, tell me what you'd have.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Arn't you to be married to day, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;o reported.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>If ye do, Sir, you've &s;een your la&s;t of me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, Sir, I daren't tell ye.&mdash; Prithee, <HI>Byrrhie,</HI> you tell him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to Byrrhie.</STAGE> Well, what's the Bu&s;ine&s;s?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's only in love with your Spou&s;e, that's all, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly we arn't both of a Mind.&mdash; But, pray be plain with me, Is there no nearer Ingage|ment between you and her?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, Sir, none at all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>O my Soul I wi&s;h there were,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="16" REF="26">Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now as you've any Love or Friend&s;hip for me, I do adjure ye not to marry her;&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I'll do my be&s;t i'th' Ca&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; But if ye can't avoid it, or if the Wed|ding be &s;o much to your Heart's de&s;ire,&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Heart's de&s;ire? <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; At lea&s;t put it off a day or two longer, that I may get out of the way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>But hear me a little, Mr. <HI>Charine.</HI> This is all to the Tune of, <HI>I thank ye for nothing.</HI> For I ll a&s;&s;ure ye I'm more again&s;t the Match, than you are for't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>That word has brought me to Life again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now if there be any thing to be done be|tween you and your Man <HI>Byrrhie,</HI> fall to work up|on't, lye, contrive, do but order the Matter &s;o that &s;he may be yours; and let me alone to &s;ee &s;he &s;hall never be mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Enough, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>&s;eeing</HI> Davus <HI>afar off.</HI></STAGE> But yonder comes <HI>Davus</HI> in the lucky Minute, who&s;e Advice I rely upon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Byrrhie.</STAGE> Ay <HI>Davus</HI>&mdash; but you, Sirrah, are good for nothing, but to tell me what I &s;hall be never the better for.&mdash; In &s;hort, out of my &s;ight.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my Heart, Sir. <STAGE>Runs out.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Davus <HI>at a di&s;tance, looking about him.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> In the name of Goodne&s;s!</P>
<P>What a world of good News do I bring?&mdash; But where's our <HI>Pam.</HI> now? For I ve that to tell him which will rid him of his pre&s;ent Fears, and make his Heart leap in his Belly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's &s;omething plea&s;es him, if a Body knew what it were.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's nothing in't; the Fellow hasn't heard the Story of my misfortunes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="17" REF="26">Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE>&mdash; I'll warrant, did he but know he was to be married today,&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye hear him, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE>&mdash; He'd po&s;t about the Town in a pitiful condition after me.&mdash; But where the De'l &s;hall I meet with him now? Or where &s;hall I go to find him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>What not a word to him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Well I ll be marching. <STAGE>Going off.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>So-ho! <HI>Davus,</HI> &s;tay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>not knowing him.</STAGE> What Fellow's that in|terrupts?&mdash; [<STAGE>turning about</STAGE> O Lord! My Ma&s;ter <HI>Pamphilus!</HI> the Man I look'd for:&mdash; And Heyday! here's Mr. <HI>Charine</HI> too! rarely well met, for I' ve Bu&s;ine&s;s with ye both.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah <HI>Davus!</HI> quite ruin'd!&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting.</STAGE> But hear me fir&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm a lo&s;t man.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know your Grief. <STAGE>Ha&s;tily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>And my Life's at &s;take.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>turning to</HI> Charine.</STAGE> That I know too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm to be marry'd&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>As if I didn't know that too. <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>But to day <HI>Davus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Zookers! You've put me be&s;ides my Sen&s;es. I know all.&mdash; You're afraid ye &s;hou'd marry her, <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Pamphilus</STAGE>&mdash; and you re afraid ye &s;hou'd not. <STAGE>to Charine.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha. Pam.</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>together,</STAGE>
<P>Thou ha&s;t nick'd it. Ay, the very &s;ame.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>That <HI>very &s;ame's</HI> nothing by this Light, tru&s;t me, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee good Boy, without any more ado rid me from my Fears.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>So I will, Sir, in a trice. <HI>Imprimis,</HI> Mr <HI>Chremes</HI> parts with no Daughter to day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>How d'ye know that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="18" REF="27">Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know't well enough, Sir&mdash; Your Father ju&s;t now took me a&s;ide, and told me, <HI>You mu&s;t be Marry'd to day,</HI> with a long Story at the tail on't, not worth telling you now. Upon this I ran full &s;peed to the <HI>Change,</HI> to acquaint you with't, where when I found ye not, I gets me up on high, then &s;tares me round about, but no <HI>Pamphilus</HI> appears. By chance I e&s;py'd <HI>Byrrhie,</HI> ask'd him if he had &s;een ye, but no tidings yet. This fretted my very Guts. To work goes my Noddle, to know what to do. Mean while on my return I began to &s;mell the whole Bu&s;ine&s;s out. <HI>A<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, ha! there's not a Bit extraordinary for a Treat, the old Man out of Tune too. A Wedding clapt up in a trice.</HI> The&s;e things don't hang well together.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, what of all this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away march'd I to Neighbour <HI>Chremes's;</HI> when I got there, not a Creature &s;tirring before the Door did I &s;ee, which made me laugh in my &s;leeve.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>On with your Story.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>There &s;taid I &s;ome time, but the De<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">l a Per&s;on &s;aw I going out or in, never an old <HI>Gover|nante;</HI> nor the lea&s;t preparations or hurry in all the Hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I grant this is a good &s;ign.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Does this look like a Wedding?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed, <HI>Davus,</HI> I think not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry come up with your <HI>think nots</HI>&mdash; Ye know nothing I &s;ee, why 'tis as plain as a Pack Staff. As I was beating the Hoof homewards, who &s;hou'd I meet but Mr. <HI>Chremes's</HI> Boy, coming from the Market with a Bunch of Herbs, and Three ha perth of little little Fi&s;hes, for the old Man's Supper.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>God-a-mercy <HI>Davus</HI> This day ha&s;t thou &s;et me upo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> my Legs again.</P>
<P>hear</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a plaguy Mi&s;take you lie under?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="19" REF="27">Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o? You're Ma&s;ter isn't like to have her</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well done <HI>Logick!</HI> As if there were ne'er another Man i' th' World, but your Wor&s;hip and my Ma&s;ter. If ye don t look about ye, make Friends to the old Gentleman, and ply the Lady briskly, ye may &s;nap &s;hort for all that tho.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Councels good, I ll follow't. Tho in troth my hopes have often jilted me, and &s;o farewel.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Charine.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee <HI>Davus,</HI> what does my Father pro|po&s;e to him&s;elf? what makes him double thus?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tell ye, Sir. If he &s;hould take pet now that Mr. <HI>Chremes</HI> won't part with his Daughter, he cou'dn't but blame him&s;elf for't, and right e|nough too, till he finds how you &s;tand affected to the Wedding. But if it goes off on your &s;ide, the blame will be laid all at your door; and there will be the Devil to do then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>What? Shall I truckle?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, Sir, he's your Father, and you'll have a hard task on't Be&s;ides your Mi&s;tre&s;s has no body to &s;tand by her, upon the lea&s;t occa&s;ion he'll quickly make the Town too hot for her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Too hot for her?</P>
<STAGE>Angrily and &s;cornfully.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>In the turning of a Hand, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, hone&s;t <HI>Davus,</HI> what &s;hall I do in this ca&s;e</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why e'en tell him you'll have her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy that Sigh now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat tell him a thing &s;o far from my Heart?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy not, I pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>Davus,</HI> never, never&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Never deny't man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Don't put me upon't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="20" REF="28">Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Con&s;ider well what will come on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, that 'twill put me out of the one and in with the other.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, no, you're wide.&mdash; Now I fancy that your Father will &s;ay &s;ome &s;uch thing as this. <HI>Come Son I mu&s;t needs ha' ye Marry to day. With all my Heart,</HI> &s;ay you&mdash; VVell; And what can he quarrel at now? This will ruine all his De&s;igns, and you in a whole Skin all this while. For 'tis as certain as certainty it &s;elf, that Mr. <HI>Chremes</HI> won't give ye his Daughter. So that you needn't break a jot of your own Mea&s;ures for fear of his altering his mind. Do but tell your Father you'll marry, and let him be angry if he can. As for your flattering your &s;elf, <HI>that no body el&s;e will part with his Daughter to one in your Circum&s;tances.</HI> I'll an&s;wer that in a word, your Father will tye a Beggar Wench upon your Back, rather than let ye whore o'this rate&mdash; Look ye, if he find ye once indif|ferent: He'll &s;leep over it, and look ye out another no body knows when. In the mean time &s;ome|thing may happen on our &s;ide.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Think ye &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>No doubt on't, I'll warrant ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have a care where thou lead&s;t me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>What will ye never ha' done?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well I ll &s;ay as you'd have me. But you mu&s;t take &s;pecial care it don't come to my Fa|ther's Ear that I've a Child, and that I'm in for Maintenance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Confident Devil.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;he bound me upon my Oath to take care on't, as a Token I wou'd ne're for&s;ake her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, we'll take care on't&mdash;</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Simo <HI>at a great di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE></P>
<P>Yonder comes your Father, put on your t'other Face quick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="21" REF="28">Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> The&s;e Blades are conferring Notes; I have a mind to &s;ee what they'd be at.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>The good old Man takes it for granted, that you'll refu&s;e to marry. He comes &s;o cogita|bund from &s;ome by corner or another; he que&s;ti|ons not but he has that in his Head which will put ye to a confounded Nonplus&mdash; Be &s;ure to have all your Brains about ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll do what I can <HI>Davus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, Sir, tell him but you'll marry her, and if ever he opens his Mouth to ye again upon that Bu&s;ine&s;s, never believe <HI>Davus.</HI></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Byrrhie <HI>at another part of the Stage watching them.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> This Ma&s;ter o' mine has di&s;|charg'd me a while from all other Services, to make me a Spy upon Mr <HI>Pamphilus's</HI> De&s;igns about this Wedding. For this purpo&s;e have I dogg'd Father <HI>Greybeard</HI> upon the heel&mdash; O here they are all together.&mdash; Faith I'll play at Bo-peep here.</P>
<STAGE>Withdraws to the &s;ide of the Stage.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>coming nearer.</STAGE> O here are the Gentlemen I want.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>'S't! mind your Cue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Pamphilus!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;oftly</STAGE> Turn quick as tho you hadn't &s;een him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>turning ha&s;tily about.</STAGE> Hah my dear Father!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Excellent I' Faith.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide <HI>to</HI> Pamphilus.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t ha' ye marry to day as I told ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now I am plaguely afraid whether his an|&s;wer will be for us.
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I &s;hall be ready to obey ye in this and all other Commands.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say ye &s;o?</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>The old Man's Mouth is &s;topp'd.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What an&s;wer'd he?</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="22" REF="29">Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why this is like a Son, when ye chearfully do as your Father wou'd ha' ye</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will ye believe me another time?</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide <HI>to</HI> Pamphilus</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P>For ought I perceive, my poor Ma&s;ter may go whi&s;tle for a Wife.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Go in <HI>Pamphilus,</HI> that you may be at hand when you're wanted.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm going, Sir.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Pamphilus.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>coming from his covert.</STAGE> Is there no Faith in Man? well I find the old Saying &s;tands good, <HI>Eve|ry Man for his own ends.</HI> I remember once I had a glimps of this La&s;s; 'Sbobs! a charming Creature! And Mr <HI>Pamphilus</HI> is i'th' right on't, if he had ra|ther lye by &s;uch a one him&s;elf than my Ma&s;ter &s;hou'd.&mdash; I'll go tell him all; 'tis but venturing a few hard words for a little hard News. <HI>Ex.</HI> Byr.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now this old <HI>Mump&s;imus</HI> concludes I ve got &s;ome notable Intrigue in my Budget, and that I planted my &s;elf here upon the &s;ame account.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;ays <HI>Davus</HI> to the World?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's no News &s;tirring, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>None &s;ay ye?</P>
<STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>None at all, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly but I look'd for &s;omething tho.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>He has lo&s;t his Aim I percieve, and that nettles him too.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah, can ye &s;peak without a Lye in your Mouth?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t fluently, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, Do'sn't this Match &s;tick in my Son's Stomach, becau&s;e of his Amours with the Stranger?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why truly, Sir, no,&mdash; or were it &s;o, that unea&s;ine&s;s wou'd off in a day or two's time, (D ye under&s;tand me, Sir?) then all would be well a|gain. But now he has fairly taken the Point by the right handle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="23" REF="29">Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I commend him for't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed when you wink'd at it, and his Age bore him out in't, he did wench a little, but then he did it &s;ecretly, and like a Man of Honour took care it &s;hou'd be no Blot to his Scutcheon.&mdash; Now 'tis time to look out for a VVife, he has his thoughts wholly upon Matrimony.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Methought he lookt a little downi&s;h upon it tho.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not at all for that, but there's &s;omething el&s;e he didn't take &s;o well at your hands.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat's that pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>A meer trifle, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat is't, for a trifle?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay nothing at all to &s;peak on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVell, well, I mu&s;t know what it is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;ays, <HI>You're too &s;paring of your Pur&s;e.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVho I?</P>
<STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, you Sir.&mdash; <HI>For,</HI> &s;ays he, <HI>my Father has laid out but Ten Groats for a Supper, And is that to be my Wedding Treat for&s;ooth? Which of my Compa|nions can I invite at &s;uch a time as this?</HI> And under the Ro&s;e, Sir, I think you are a little too clo&s;e|fi&s;ted: I cou'd wi&s;h it were otherwi&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Leave your prating Sirrah.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>I ve &s;tung him I &s;ee.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me alone to &s;ee that all be well.&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Davus.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Simo</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>alone.</STAGE> What's the meaning of all this?&mdash; What wou'd this old <HI>Hocus</HI> be at?&mdash; If there be any piece of Roguery here on foot, I ll lay my Life he's chief Actor in't. <STAGE>Exit after him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The end of the Second Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<PB N="24" REF="30">
<HEAD>ACT III.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> My&s;is <HI>and</HI> Lesbia <HI>on one part of the Stage; on another</HI> Simo <HI>and</HI> Davus <HI>ob&s;erving them.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>TRuly <HI>Lesbia,</HI> you're much i'th' the right on't. A faithful Lover is a very great rarity.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Maid belongs to the <HI>Andrian;</HI> What &s;ay you to't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Lesbia</STAGE> But this Mr. <HI>Pamphilus</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat &s;ays &s;he?</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Has &s;ign'd and &s;eal'd over again;&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>So, &s;o!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVou'd the old Man's Ears were &s;topp'd, or her Tongue out for me.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; For whate're God &s;ends her, he has order'd to be brought up.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Confu&s;ion! VVhat do I hear? If what &s;he &s;ays be true, all's pa&s;t recovery.</P>
<P><HI>Le&s;.</HI> A &s;weet natur'd young Gentleman I'll war|rant ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh a mo&s;t &s;weet natur'd&mdash; But come a|long, for you'll be too late el&s;e</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVell let's in then. <HI>Exeunt</HI> My&s;is <HI>and</HI> Lesbia.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;hall we recover our &s;elves out of this Relap&s;e.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>walking a&s;ide.</STAGE> VVhat means all this?&mdash; Is my Son &s;o mad then? And for a &s;tranger too? But hold! Now I &s;ee which way the Hare goes.&mdash; That I cou'dn't find it before, like a &s;en&s;ele&s;s Sot as I was.</P>
<STAGE>&s;oftly.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="25" REF="30">Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>partly overhearing.</STAGE> VVhat's that he has found out, &s;ays he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh here begins the Rogues tricks; they pretend a great Belly among 'em to beat off Mr. <HI>Chremes</HI> from the Match.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Glycerie</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>within</STAGE> Oh!&mdash; Oh!&mdash; Help kind Heavens and free me from my Pains.&mdash; I be&s;eech ye. Oh&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;oftly.</STAGE> Ha, ha, ha,&mdash; &s;o nimble! A very good Je&s;t! After &s;he heard of my being at the Door, &s;he pre&s;ently falls in Labour for&s;ooth.&mdash; Your Farce wasn't well tim'd Mr. <HI>Rogue. [to</HI> Dav.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Meaning me, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah Sirrah, were your Actors out in their Parts?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>I don't under&s;tand ye, Sir, in the lea&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>If this Ra&s;cal had &s;erv'd me &s;o in a real wedding here wou'd ha' been fine work with a vengeance. But now he makes a Rod for his own Back; for my part I'm &s;afe enough.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Lesbia <HI>from</HI> Glycerie's <HI>Hou&s;e, not &s;eeing</HI> Simo <HI>and</HI> Davus.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Archillis <HI>at the Door.</HI></STAGE> For what's pa&s;t <HI>Archillis,</HI> and for a VVoman in her Condition eve|ry thing is as well as a Body cou'd wi&s;h. In the fir&s;t place let her be well bath'd; and then let h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> take the Do&s;e I pre&s;cribe her to drink, and ju&s;t the quantity. I &s;hall be back again in a minute.&mdash; <STAGE>Archillis <HI>retires,</HI> Lesbia <HI>&s;peaks to her &s;elf.</HI></STAGE> Heart o' my Body! <HI>Pamphilus</HI> has got a very pretty Boy. I hope in Heaven he'll live to make as good a Man as his Father, who &s;corn'd to wrong this innocent Creature.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Lesbia.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat Man alive that knew thee, wou'dn't &s;wear that this was one of thy Rogues tricks?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat Rogues tricks, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVithin Doors there were no Orders given
<PB N="26" REF="31"> about the big-bellied woman; but when &s;he was once out, &s;he &s;ets up a bawling in the Streets to tho&s;e within, that the whole Town might ring on't.&mdash; Why <HI>Davus</HI> am I to be made a Proper|ty; or what do&s;t thou &s;ee in my Face, to think of making &s;o palpable an A&s;s of me? If it had been more artificial, it wou'd ha' look'd like &s;omewhat of Reverence for me, if I &s;hou'd have found it out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith the old Fool cheats him&s;elf, not I.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Didn't I charge ye &s;trictly? Nay didn't I threaten ye too? But what car'd you? 'Twas all but &s;o much Breath lo&s;t. Can ye think me &s;o mad, as to believe this woman's brought to Bed?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh have I found out his blind-&s;ide? I know my Cue then.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have ye never a Tongue in your Head Sirrah?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why what wou'd ye believe? As if you hadn't an Item of this before-hand.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who &s;hou'd give me an Item?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Strange! Did you find out this Impo&s;ture, and your &s;elf too.</P>
<STAGE>Jeeringly.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very fine! I'm laugh'd at.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm &s;ure 'twas told ye Sir; How &s;hou'd you &s;u&s;pect it el&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>How? cau&s;e I knew thee for a Rogue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>As much as to &s;ay I was the Contriver on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing &s;o certain. I knew't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir you're mightily mi&s;taken in your Man;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mi&s;taken in my Man!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>For if I go about to &s;peak a Word, you pre|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ly think that I put upon ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Belike I lye then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth at this rate I dare &s;carce move my <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ips to ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>This I'm certain of, that there has been no h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ly laid here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="27" REF="31">Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are ye very certain of't? Yet for all that you'll have a Child laid at your door before you're aware on't. This, Sir, will certainly be, and re|member that I told ye on't now, that if there &s;hou'd happen any Roguery i'th' Ca&s;e, it mightn't be laid to <HI>Davus's</HI> charge. I wou'd feign have ye believe better things of <HI>Davus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>But how d'ye know they'll trick a Child upon us?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>I heard it, and believe it too. And there are a thou&s;and Circum&s;tances which make me be of that mind. For fir&s;t the Gentlewoman cry'd &s;he was with Child by your Son, which is found to be a meer &s;ham. As &s;oon as &s;he heard of a Wedding on foot; her Maid for&s;ooth is po&s;ted a|way pre&s;ently for the Midwife; and for a Child over and above. But if it chance that you &s;hou'd not &s;ee the Child at your door, the Wedding may go on for all this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>How's this?&mdash; As &s;oon as ye heard of the&s;e Plots, Pray why cou'dn't <HI>Pamphilus</HI> ha' been ac|quainted withal.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>And who wa&s;t d'ye think but I that parted them? For the whole Town knew that he was up to the Ears in Love. Now he has &s;et his Mind up|on a Wife. As for the Bu&s;ine&s;s of the Child, let me alone with that. Go on with the Wedding as you've begun, Heavens pro&s;per it I &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well!&mdash; Now ye may go in, and wait there till I come, and get ready what's want|ing.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Davus.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Simo</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>alone.</STAGE> The fellow wasn't very urgent up|on me to believe his Stories; and may be all he &s;aid wasn't true neither. Be it &s;o or no, I care not a Straw: the main thing I &s;tand upon is my Son's promi&s;e.&mdash; Well I'll go &s;ee for my Neigh|bour <HI>Chremes,</HI> and beg his Daughter; then if I get
<PB N="28" REF="32"> her, I'll have a Wedding to day in &s;pite of their <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">eeths. I don't que&s;tion my Son's promi&s;e at all. If he draws back, I can fairly force him to't now&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Chremes.</STAGE>
<P>Here comes the Man in as good time as a body cou'd wi&s;h.&mdash; A good day to ye Neighbour <HI>Chremes.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Sir, you're the Man I look'd for.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You're well met Sir,&mdash; there are tho&s;e who told me they heard from your own Mouth, that this day your Son and my Daughter were to be married. Now I'm come to &s;ee whether you of they are well in their Wits.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have a little patience, and you ll hear my De&s;ires, and an An&s;wer to your Que&s;tion too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well Neighbour, let's hear't then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I beg of ye for Heaven's &s;ake, by our Friend&s;hip begun with our Childhood and in|creas'd with our Years: By your dear Daughter, and my only Son, (who&s;e welfare depends wholly upon you) to a&s;&s;i&s;t me in this weighty point? and let the Match &s;till go on, as we formerly de&s;ign'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Sir, no &s;uch Entreaties: As tho I cou'dn't grant it without all this begging. D'ye think I'm not the &s;ame man as when I made the fir&s;t offer? If the Match be for both their goods, let 'em be &s;ent for out of hand. But if more harm than good be like to come on't, I'd ha' ye con&s;i|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">er Matters impartially, as tho &s;he were your Daughter, and <HI>Pamphilus</HI> my Son.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis upon &s;uch Conditions that I de&s;ire it, and pre&s;s it &s;o forward. Nor &s;hou'd I ha been &s;o urgent, hadn't the Matter requir'd it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>As how I be&s;eech ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Sir, my Son and his Mi&s;tre&s;s are fallen out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="29" REF="32">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Meer Tales!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Believe me Neighbour 'tis true.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Faith ju&s;t as I tell ye, <HI>Love's a meer Caterwawl, where &s;cratc Sing begets ki&s;&s;ing.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say ye &s;o Sir, pray then let's prevent th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> wor&s;t now we ve fair opportunity, whil&s;t the edge of his Appetite is taken off by Affronts and I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> u&s;age. Let's give him a Wife before the&s;e whe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">|ling Queans by their Tricks and fal&s;e Tears &s;often his Love-&s;ick Mind to pity. I hope, Sir, wh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> he's once reclaim'd by the plea&s;ant Conver&s;ation of a vertuous Wife, he'll ea&s;ily wind him&s;elf out of the&s;e Mi&s;chiefs.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You're of this Opinion, but I am not; they'll ne're endure to be together, and I &s;hall be as unea&s;ie under it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>But how can you know't, till you've ex|perienc'd it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis ill buying Experience at the Expence of my Daughter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why when the wor&s;t is come to the wor&s;t, if &s;uch a thing &s;hou'd happen (which Heavens for|bid) they can but part. But &s;hou'd he once take up and mend, con&s;ider how many Advantages will happen. Fir&s;t I &s;hall have my Son well &s;et|tled, you an hone&s;t Son-in-Law, and your Daugh|ter a good Husband.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's all this ado for? If you're fully per&s;waded that all will prove for the be&s;t, God forbid I &s;hou'd be your hinderance in the lea&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed Sir, I have always had a high e&s;teem for ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But to the purpo&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>How come ye to know that your Son and his Mi&s;tre&s;s are fallen out?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why Sir, <HI>Davus,</HI> a Privy-Councellor of
<PB N="30" REF="33"> theirs told me &s;o, and withal urg'd me to &s;trike up the Match with all &s;peed. And d'ye think he wou'd ha' don't, hadn't he known my Son was willing too.&mdash; Now I think on't, you &s;hall hear't from his own Mouth.&mdash; <STAGE>to Servants within</STAGE> So ho! within there, bid <HI>Davus</HI> come hither.&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Davus <HI>to them.</HI></STAGE>
<P>But &s;ee here he comes him&s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Sim.</STAGE> I was ju&s;t coming to you Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, whats the Matter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why don't ye &s;end for the Bride, Sir; it grows late. <STAGE>Fawningly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Chremes.</STAGE> Look ye there now, d'ye hear him?&mdash; <STAGE>to Davus</STAGE> Well, <HI>Davus,</HI> Servants are &s;lippery, and I had a fancy once that you were as likely to &s;erve your Ma&s;ter a &s;lippery trick as ano|ther body; e&s;pecially in the Ca&s;e of my Son's A|mours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lord Sir! I do &s;uch a thing?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I was once of that Opinion, and for fear of the wor&s;t kept &s;omething to my &s;elf which now <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ll di&s;cover to ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>And what may that be I pray Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tell ye, for I cou'd now find in my heart to tru&s;t thee</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope you're &s;atisfied in my Fidelity at la&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>In &s;hort, there was nothing of Marriage i' th' Ca&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, Sir, no Marriage?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, no, 'twas but a Contrivance to feel your Pul&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will ye tell me &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Even ju&s;t &s;o <HI>Davus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why look ye Sir, I could never compre|hend this. Ble&s;s me! there's a damned reach in't.</P>
<STAGE>Jeering.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="31" REF="33">Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>But hear me on now.&mdash; No &s;ooner had I &s;ent you in, whom &s;hou'd I meet but my Neigh|bour here in the very nick?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">S death is't come to this then? <STAGE>Softly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; I up and told him, What you told me.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;oftly.</STAGE> Confu&s;ion! What's this I hear?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; I begged his Daughter, and with much ado prevail'd&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Undone, undone! <STAGE>Softly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>partly hearing.</STAGE> How? What &s;ay ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;aid 'twas excellently well done.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>As for Mr. <HI>Chremes</HI> he's ready.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well I'll ju&s;t &s;tep home, and put all things in order then I'll come back, and tell ye more o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> my mind. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Chremes.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Davus <HI>looks &s;imply upon</HI> Simo.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now prithee <HI>Davus,</HI> &s;eeing this is a Ma<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ch wholly of thy making.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twas wholly of my making with a Pox to't. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; I d ha' ye take my Son in hand and help to reclaim him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir, I'll do my be&s;t. <STAGE>Coldly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's ea&s;ily done now he's upo' th' pee|vi&s;h pin.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well Sir &s;et your Heart at re&s;t</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do't then, but where's he now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ten to one he's at home.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well I'll &s;tep in, and tell him ju&s;t what I told you. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Simo.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davus</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>alone.</STAGE> So! I &s;hall be hang'd&mdash; I ve no more to do, but &s;trait to Pri&s;on goes poor <HI>Da|vus</HI> with a vengeance,&mdash; there's no crying Pecca|vi i'th' the Ca&s;e. I've turn'd all Top&s;ey-turvey, impos'd upon the old Man, noos'd his Son into. Matrimony; and brought a Bu&s;ine&s;s about, that
<PB N="32" REF="34"> the one never dream'd of, and the other was afraid of&mdash; This 'tis to be &s;uper-&s;ubtle! Had I &s;at &s;till, and not been tampering, all had been well enough.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Pamphilus <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE>
<P>But look now, as the Devil wou'd ha't, yonder he comes.&mdash; I'm damn'd already.&mdash; What wou'd I give for a convenient Precipice to da&s;h my Brains out. <STAGE>He &s;neaks a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Where's the Villain that has un|done me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heavens! what will become of me. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> I mu&s;t confe&s;s I'm well enough &s;erv'd, like a &s;en&s;ele&s;s &s;hort-&s;ighted Fop as I was what venture my Life and Soul to the Secrecy of a prating Fool? I &s;hall pay dear for being a Blockhead; but as I live that Dog &s;han't carry it <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">f &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I &s;ea pe hanging this bout, I'll be &s;worn the Gallows will never have me. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> What excu&s;e &s;hall I pretend to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">y Father? Shall I break off, when but ju&s;t now I engag'd my &s;elf to marry.&mdash; With what Face &s;hall I dare to offer it?&mdash; I'm at a wretched Nonplus&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>li&s;tning.</STAGE> And &s;o am I in good Faith, tho my wits are on the Tenterhooks; yet I mu&s;t pre|tend I've that in my Head will fetch him off a|gain, tho 'twere only to put off this plaguy Bu&s;i|ne&s;s a little longer. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>&s;eeing</HI> Davus.</STAGE> Hah! Are ye there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Sdeath he &s;ees me. <STAGE>Softly hanging his Head.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray come hither good Mr. <HI>Rogue!</HI> what Excu&s;e now?&mdash; Don't ye &s;ee, you Ra&s;cal, what <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> mi&s;erable Condition your damn'd Contrivances have brought me in to? <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>But I'll &s;oon bring ye off again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>You bring me off again?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="33" REF="34">Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir, without doubt.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVithout doubt as ye did before. <STAGE>Scornfully.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope Sir a little better too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>How can I credit &s;uch a Villain? Can you &s;et a Matter entirely lo&s;t and de&s;perate to rights again?&mdash; Very fine! what a rare fellow have I rely'd upon? who this day amid&s;t a calm has rais'd a Storm, and forc'd an odious Match upon me in &s;pite of my Teeth?&mdash; Didn't I tell you how 'twould be, you Ra&s;cal?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>You did &s;o, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat d'ye de&s;erve for your Pains?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Halter I mu&s;t confe&s;s.&mdash; But pray, Sir, reprieve me, till I've recover'd my Sen&s;es a little I'll &s;oon &s;ee what's to be done i' th' Ca&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm &s;orry I han't time to give you your, due. I have &s;carce enough to look to my &s;elf much le&s;s to puni&s;h you. <STAGE>Exeunt Amio.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The end of the Third Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT IV.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Charine <HI>by him&s;elf.</HI></STAGE>
<P>DId ever any body believe, or but-read of peo|ple &s;o horribly ba&s;e, as to take plea&s;ure in the Mi&s;eries of others, and out of them Ruines to make their own Fortunes?&mdash; Ah i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> this true or no? Yes, yes! 'tis true with a venge|ance. There are a brutal &s;ort of Men that ma'te &s;ome &s;cruple of a down-right Refu&s;al; but when the time of performance comes; they pluck the Mas<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> a&s;ide with trembling hands, forc'd to di&s;cover what they are, and give a flat Denial; then being pa&s;t all &s;hame they cry, <HI>Pray who are you Sir<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI>
<PB N="34" REF="35"> <HI>What are you to me Sir? Shall I re&s;ign my Mi&s;tre&s;s to you Sir? Oh Sir, I'd ha' ye know, Charity always begins at home.</HI> If ye charge them with breach of Honour, they re, not a&s;ham'd: they can blu&s;h when there's no rea&s;on for't; but when there is, they &s;hake hands with their Mode&s;ty.&mdash; what Mea&s;ures &s;hall I take?&mdash; Shall I go to him and rea&s;on the Ca&s;e with him for this Affront?&mdash; I'll give him ill Language enough.&mdash; <HI>Hold Sir</HI> (may &s;ome &s;ay) <HI>you'll be ne're the better for't</HI>&mdash; Oh much; I &s;hall certainly plague him to &s;ome purpo&s;e, and &s;o ea&s;e my Mind a little that way.</P>
<STAGE><HI>He goes towards</HI> Simo'<HI>s Door, where he's met by</HI> Pamphilus <HI>and</HI> Davus.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah dear Sir, I ve mo&s;t incon&s;iderately ru|in'd you and my &s;elf too, except Heaven help us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! <HI>Incon&s;iderately</HI> d'ye call it? then ye <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">rn't to &s;eek for an excu&s;e. You're a fine Man o' your word indeed. <STAGE>Scornfully.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;o, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye think to catch me a &s;econd time with your Flams?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>What d'ye mean, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>I no &s;ooner told ye of my Pa&s;&s;ion for Ma|dam <HI>Philumena,</HI> but you were &s;trangely &s;mitten with her.&mdash; What a wretch was I to judge of a|nother's Genero&s;ity by my own?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>You re &s;till under a mi&s;take, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Were not your Joys compleat enough be|fore without bubbling me the poor Cully, and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">rilling me on with phanta&s;tick Hopes.&mdash; But there! take her for me. <STAGE>Very angrily,</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I take her?&mdash; Ah Sir, you can't con|cieve what troubles I lye under; and to what a mi&s;erable pa&s;s this Ra&s;cal of mine has brought me by his damn'd Projects.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where's the wonder, &s;ince he took you for his Pattern.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="35" REF="35">Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm &s;ure ye wou'dn't talk at this rate if ye knew either me, or my Circum&s;tanccs.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>Jeeringly.</STAGE> Yes, yes: I know very well-&s;ome words have pa&s;s'd between your Father and you; and that's the rea&s;on he's &s;o very angry with ye: yet he cou'dn't force ye to marry to day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay Sir, to let ye &s;ee how little ye know my troubles, there was no Wedding to be to day, nor any thing of a Wife de&s;ign'd for me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir, I know 'twas a voluntary Com|pul&s;ion.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>But hold Sir, ye don't know the Bu&s;ine&s;s yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes &s;o much on't, that you're ju&s;t upon having her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why d'ye rack me thus? Do but hear.&mdash; He never gave over tampering with me to tell my Father I'd marry her: Nay, he lay pre&s;&s;ing and begging o'me, till in plain dealing I cou'd hold out no longer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>What <HI>He</HI> d'ye mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why <HI>Davus,</HI> that <HI>He.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who <HI>Davus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis <HI>Davus</HI> all over.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed I can't tell, unle&s;s the angry Gods to puni&s;h me, made me give ear to that Ra&s;cal.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to <HI>Dav.</HI></STAGE> Is this true Sirrah?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay too true.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;ay ye Villain? Hah!&mdash; The Gal|lows reward ye for't.&mdash; Now an&s;wer me; if all the Devils in Hell were mu&s;ter'd together to force a Match upon him, cou'd they've given fitter ad|vice than this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>I confe&s;s Sir, I have been a little out-wit|ted, but yet I don't de&s;pair.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very likely. <STAGE>Jeeringly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="36" REF="36">Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>The la&s;t Nail wou'dn't go, but we'll drive one that &s;hall; unle&s;s you fancy a bad Beginning always makes a bad Ending.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to <HI>Dav.</HI></STAGE> Right Boy; I know if you'll but &s;et your wits to work, you'll bring me two Wed|dings out of one. <STAGE>Jeeringly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I'm bound, as your Servant, to trudge for ye Night and Day, with might and main, even to venture my Neck, as long as I can do you any good. For what happens cro&s;s you ought to par|don. Tho'my Mea&s;ures were broke, yet I did my be&s;t; if you can find how to do't better, I'll be gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my heart.&mdash; But fir&s;t put me in the Condition you found me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll do't Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>But out of hand then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold 'S't!&mdash; <HI>Glycerie</HI>'s Door opens there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that to the purpo&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>There mu&s;t I make my Plot.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's your Plot to &s;eek? Hah!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>But now I'dad I've hit on't.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> My&s;is <HI>from</HI> Glycerie'<HI>s Hou&s;e.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Glycerie <HI>within.</HI></STAGE> Well! this &s;ame <HI>Pum|philus</HI> of yours, I ll go hunt him up, and bring him along with me, if he be above ground&mdash; But my dea<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> don't you lie fretting your &s;elf in the mean time? <STAGE>She comes from the door.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh <HI>My&s;is!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the matter?&mdash; <STAGE>turning about</STAGE> Oh Mr. <HI>Pamphilus</HI> you're well met.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, what's the matter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am to charm you from my Mi&s;tre&s;s, that if you have any Love for her, you'd come to her pre&s;ently; &s;he &s;ays &s;he longs &s;trangely to &s;ee ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, unhappy Man!&mdash; My mi&s;fortunes come one upo'th neck of another&mdash; <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Davus</STAGE>
<PB N="37" REF="36"> Mu&s;t we two now be plagu'd upon your account? I am &s;ent for only becau&s;e &s;he heard of the Wed|ding.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>pointing to</HI> Davus.</STAGE> Hadn't this Gentleman been tampering, how well and quiet might all ha' been?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well! He's not mad enough him&s;elf, but you mu&s;t make him wor&s;e. <STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> Charine.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Pamphilus.</STAGE> And truly, Sir, that's it which makes my poor Mi&s;tre&s;s take on &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>My&s;is!</HI> I &s;wear to thee by all that's Sacred, I'll never leave this Creature tho' I &s;hou'd lo&s;e all the Friends I have in the whole world for't. This is &s;he I wi&s;hed for; and my wi&s;hes are granted; our Humours are well enough &s;uited. He that offers to divide us I'll ha' nothing to do with him, Death, and nothing but Death &s;hall do't.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm revived again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Oracle never &s;pake a truer thing.&mdash; If the breaking off this Match cou'd be done by any body but me, I &s;hou'd be glad on't, but if that can't be, I'll e'en make a bold pu&s;h on't, and own the thing.&mdash; What think ye of me? <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Charine.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ju&s;t as deep i'th' Dirt, as I i'th Mire.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Brains are at work.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Davus.</STAGE> Thou'rt a bold <HI>Britain.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Dav.</STAGE> I know what you'd be at <STAGE>Jeeringly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Depend on me, I'll do your Bu&s;ine&s;s to your hand. <HI>Pam.</HI> It mu&s;t be pre&s;ently then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>I ha't in my Head, Sir, I ha't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that I prethee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Pardon Sir, I'm working for my Ma&s;ter, not for you; therefore don't mi&s;take me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, I'm &s;atisfied.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, what will ye do now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, come, I want time for my Bu&s;i|ne&s;s, and mu&s;tn't &s;pend it in prating; to deal
<PB N="38" REF="37"> plainly with ye, you do but hinder me, and I had rather ha' your Room than your Company.</P>
<STAGE>Pu&s;h|ing them.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well I'll to my Mi&s;tre&s;s. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Pamphilus.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>&s;taring on</HI> Charine.</STAGE> Well, what's your Bu|&s;ine&s;s here? which way are you &s;antring?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall I tell ye the very truth?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting him.</STAGE> Yes, yes, why not?&mdash; we &s;hall have a Speech on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prethee what &s;hall poor I do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very plea&s;ant I' faith! Arn't ye content that I've put off the wedding, and repriev'd ye for one &s;hort day?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>But yet <HI>Davus</HI>&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>Shaking his Head.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting.</STAGE> What <HI>but yet?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I may but marry her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>A plea&s;ant Freak!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Order the Matter &s;o that you may come to my Hou&s;e there if po&s;&s;ible. <STAGE>Pointing to his Hou&s;e.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;hou'd I come for I've no Bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>But if &s;omething &s;hou'd happen&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting.</STAGE> Well, well, I'll come.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>If there be any occa&s;ion, I &s;hall be at home.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Charine.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>My&s;is,</HI> I mu&s;t go out a little, do but you &s;tay till I come back. <STAGE><HI>My&s;.</HI> What for?</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>For a certain Rea&s;on that I know.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prethee be quick then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll be here in a trice.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Davus.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;is</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>alone.</STAGE> Is there nothing in this world that a Man can call his own?&mdash; Ble&s;&s;ed Heaven? I took this Mr. <HI>Pamphilus</HI> to be the very Heart and Soul of my Mi&s;tre&s;s, a Friend, a Lover, and in effect a Husband, and all in one, and ready to &s;erve her upon all occa&s;ions: And yet after all, what Mi&s;eries do's this unfortunate Woman endure for his &s;ake? And how much greater is her pre&s;ent Trouble, than all her former Satisfaction.</P>
<STAGE>Enter.</STAGE>
<STAGE><PB N="39" REF="37"><HI>Enter</HI> Davus <HI>with</HI> Glycerie's <HI>Child in his Arms.</HI></STAGE>
<P>O here comes <HI>Davus</HI> again.&mdash; Prethee good Boy what have we here?&mdash; <STAGE>di&s;covering the Child</STAGE> Where d'ye carry that Child?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now <HI>My&s;is</HI> for one ca&s;t of thy Skill and Cun|ning at a Pinch.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Plot's next <HI>Davus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here, take the Child quickly, and lay it at our Door.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prethee what on the cold Ground?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can't ye take &s;ome of tho&s;e Herbs there, and lay under it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well and why can't ye do't your &s;elf?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why if my Ma&s;ter put me to &s;wear whe|ther I laid it there or no, I may do't with a &s;afe Con&s;cience.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I under&s;tand ye. But pray how came this &s;udden qualm upon you?&mdash; Give it me then <HI>She takes the Child and moves towards</HI> Simo'<HI>s Door.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prethee go fa&s;ter and be back again in a moment, that I may give ye your Le&s;&s;on.&mdash;</P>
<P>Chremes <HI>appears at a great di&s;tance.</HI></P>
<P>But Oh the Devil!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;tarting back.</STAGE> What's the Matter now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yonder's the Bride's Father; and I mu&s;t e'en go another way to work now.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't imagine what you'd have.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll make as if I came from that way there o'th' Right-hand.&mdash; Be &s;ure to put in a word or two upon occa&s;ion to make our Stories hang toge|ther.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>O'my Con&s;cience I know your de&s;igns no more than a Po&s;t.&mdash; If I can do you any Service (which you know better than I) I'll &s;tay where I am, without putting any &s;top to your Bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>As</HI> Chremes <HI>comes towards</HI> My&s;is, Davus <HI>&s;neaks to the other &s;ide</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="40" REF="38">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Every thing's ready now for my Daughter's Wedding, and we've nothing to do more but to invite the Gue&s;ts.&mdash; <STAGE>&s;eeing the Child at the Door.</STAGE> But what have we here in the Name of Goodne&s;s?&mdash; <STAGE>Goes nearer, and uncovers the Child's Face.</STAGE> A Child upo' my Life.&mdash; Hark ye Go&s;&s;ip! Did you lay this Child here? <STAGE><HI>to</HI> My&s;is.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>looking fearfully about.</STAGE> Hah! What's be|come of him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What are ye Tongue-ty'd?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas! he's not to be &s;een.&mdash; O dear heart, the Fellow has left me and is vani&s;h'd.</P>
<P>Davus <HI>appears &s;eemingly out of Breath, pretending he &s;ees not</HI> Chremes, <HI>and bawls as loud as he can.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;s me! what a Bu&s;tle's yonder i'th' Market!&mdash; There's a &s;quabble indeed&mdash; then Corn is confoundedly dear.&mdash; Troth I ha' no|thing el&s;e to &s;ay.</P>
<STAGE>&s;oftly.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Davus.</STAGE> Prithee what mu&s;t I be left a|lone for thus?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>looking upon the Child.</STAGE> Heyday! what Farce is here?&mdash; <STAGE><HI>turning to</HI> My&s;is</STAGE> Oh ho! whence came this Bantling? Pray who brought it hither? <STAGE>He winks on her.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>not under&s;tanding.</STAGE> What's the Fellow a Fool to ask me &s;uch a Que&s;tion?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who &s;hou'd I ask? there's no body el&s;e here to ask?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I wonder whence it &s;hould come? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come will ye give me an An&s;wer or no?</P>
<STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Lord!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;oftly to her</STAGE> To the Right-hand a little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Man is mop'd, wan't it your &s;elf?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;oftly.</STAGE> If ye offer to &s;peak one word from the Point, at your Peril be it. <STAGE>Holding up his Finger.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dye threaten me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="41" REF="38">Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>aloud.</STAGE> Whence came this Child?&mdash; <STAGE>&s;oftly</STAGE> &s;peak out VVench.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>From our Hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>aloud.</STAGE> Ha, ha, ha,&mdash; 'tis no wonder if a Strumpet be &s;o impudent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm mi&s;taken if this ben't the <HI>Andrian's</HI> Maid.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can ye find no body el&s;e to make &s;port with?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I came in the very critical Minute.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'd be&s;t make ha&s;te, and be packing with the Child from the Door.&mdash; <STAGE>As &s;he is about it, he &s;peaks &s;oftly.</STAGE> But &s;tay tho; &s;ee that ye don't budge from this place.</P>
<STAGE>Holding up his Finger.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shame take ye for me, ye do &s;o fright me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>aloud.</STAGE> Is't you I &s;peak to or no?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy what wou'd the man have?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have with a Pox? Come tell me who&s;e Child you've laid there, once for all, tell me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>You don't know I warrant ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>A fig for <HI>what I know;</HI> do you tell me what I ask.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis yours among ye!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>aloud.</STAGE> Which of ours? All of us didn't get it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy 'tis Mr <HI>Pamphilus's.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Zookers! what my Ma&s;ter <HI>Pamphilus's.</HI></P>
<STAGE>Very Angrily.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very fine! why isn't it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I was always i'th' right to be again&s;t this Match.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>very loud.</STAGE> This is a Roguery de&s;erves the La&s;h.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy d'ye bawl &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy didn't I &s;ee this very Child brought to your Hou&s;e la&s;t Night?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh thou brazen Face!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="42" REF="39">Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm &s;ure I &s;aw Gammer <HI>Cauthara</HI> as big as &s;he could tumble with &s;omething &s;he carried.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well 'twas a Ble&s;&s;ing, that many credita|ble women were at my Mi&s;tre&s;s's Labour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm &s;ure &s;he did not know her Man for whom &s;he de&s;igned this Trick. I warrant, &s;aid they, <HI>when</HI> Chremes <HI>&s;ees the Child, he'll not part with his Daughter.</HI> But i'faith he'll do't the &s;ooner for that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'faith but he won't tho. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now therefore in plain Engli&s;h, if ye don't take away the Ba&s;tard, I'll kick it into the middle of the Street, and take ye and &s;et your A&mdash; in the Kennel.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>You're either drunk or mad &s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>How one piece of Roguery brings out ano|ther: Now they begin to buz it about, that this <HI>Glycerie</HI> is a Citizen of <HI>Athens,</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>How? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; So that the Law will make him marry her in &s;pight of his teeth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Under favour, &s;weet Sir, Is &s;he not a Citi|zen?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I had like to have fool'd fair, why I had almo&s;t noos'd my &s;elf. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who&s;e Tongue's that? <STAGE><HI>turning about to</HI> Chremes</STAGE> O Sir, you're come in the luckie&s;t time that can be.&mdash; Pray Sir hear me.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I've heard all. <HI>Dav.</HI> How all?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why all from the beginning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>You've heard it then?&mdash; Fine Rogueries on foot! Now &s;hou'dn't this &s;ame Jade be Cart|ed?&mdash; <STAGE><HI>to</HI> My&s;is</STAGE> Don't think that poor <HI>Davus</HI> is the Man you play upon. Here's the Gentleman him&s;elf. <STAGE><HI>pointing to</HI> Chremes.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah dear! Indeed Sir, an't plea&s;e your Wor&s;hip, I han't &s;poke one word of a Lye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="43" REF="39">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know the whole Bu&s;ine&s;s.&mdash; But is my Neighbour <HI>Simo</HI> within?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>I think &s;o Sir. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Chremes.</STAGE></P>
<P>Davus <HI>goes to play with</HI> My&s;is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hands off Varlet! If I don't do your Er|rand to my Mi&s;tre&s;s, ne're tru&s;t me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh thou &s;illy Soul thou dosn't know how the Ca&s;e &s;tands.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;hou'd I?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why this is the Bride's Father, and with|out all this, he cou'dn't ha' known what we'd have him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Cou'dn't ye give me an Item before?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;haw! as if there were no difference be|tween what Nature do's briskly on a &s;udden, and what's done by dull direction.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter at a di&s;tance</HI> Crito <HI>in a Country habit.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Why I was told that our <HI>Chry&s;is</HI> lived &s;omewhere down this Lane. And &s;he found there was more to be got by Jaderyin the Town than Hone&s;ty in the Country. But now as &s;he's dead I'm Heir at Law to her Goods. Where &s;hall I ask about her?&mdash; O there are Folks.&mdash; <STAGE>go's up to them.</STAGE> By your leave I pray.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Goodnow, who's that? Isn't it old <HI>Crito,</HI> Mrs. <HI>Chry&s;is's</HI> Kin&s;man?&mdash; The very &s;ame.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>My&s;is!</HI> I'm glad to &s;ee thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I you, good <HI>Crito.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>And is it &s;o with poor <HI>Chry&s;is,</HI> Hah?&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>Sorrowfully.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes indeed; &s;he has left us to our &s;orrows.</P>
<STAGE>Sighing.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray how do you do?&mdash; How go's the World? Pretty hoddy, Hah?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What we?&mdash; They that can't do as they wou'd, mu&s;t e'en do as they may, as the &s;aying is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>How do's young <HI>Glycerie?</HI> Has &s;he found her Relations here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="44" REF="40">My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, wou'd &s;he had.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>What not yet?&mdash; Then I've brought my Hogs to a fair Market. 'Sbud if I had known &s;o much before-hand, the De'el a foot wou'd I ha' &s;tirr'd out o' my Hou&s;e. For &s;he pa&s;s'd with every body for <HI>Chry&s;is</HI>'s Si&s;ter, and &s;he's now in po&s;&s;e&s;&s;i|on of what &s;he had. Now for me, that know no body, to hamper my &s;elf in Law-&s;uits, there are Examples enough in the world to keep me from burning my fingers. And, now I think on't, &s;he may get &s;ome &s;pruce Gallant to &s;tand by her, for &s;he was in the Teens, let me tell ye, when &s;he went from us, the people will cry out, <HI>This is a beggarly Ra&s;cal, that &s;ets up only a forg'd Title.</HI> And then a body wou'd make &s;ome Con&s;cience too of turning the poor Girl a begging.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Go thy ways hone&s;t <HI>Crito</HI> in troth; thou'rt the &s;ame <HI>Crito</HI> &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come bring me to her however; &s;ince I'm come &s;o far, I'll &s;ee the poor Rogue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>My&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my heart.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Crito <HI>and</HI> My&s;is <HI>with the Child.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>looking carefully about.</STAGE> I'll follow 'em, but wou'dn't for the world that the old Man &s;hou'd &s;ee me this bout. <STAGE>Exit after them</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<TRAILER>End of the Fourth Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT V.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Chremes <HI>and</HI> Simo.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE> COme Mr. <HI>Simo,</HI> you've had proof enough in all Con&s;cience of my Friend&s;hip to ye; and I've run ri&s;que enough for you: Therefore pray let us have no more of the&s;e
<PB N="45" REF="40"> Importunities. I ha' comply'd with ye now &s;o long, that I was within a very little of undoing my Daughter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay Sir, I mu&s;t more and more intreat you and adjure ye, that you'd make good all your Pro|mi&s;es with your Effects.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr,</SPEAKER>
<P>But pray &s;ee Sir, how unrea&s;onable your Pa&s;&s;ion makes ye? For as long as you can obtain your own Ends, you don't regard common Civi|lity, nor well con&s;ider what you'd have your &s;elf. If ye did, I'm &s;ure you wou'dn't de&s;ire to &s;erve me after this rate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>After what rate pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah Sir, d'ye ask that Que&s;tion? You've put me upon marrying my Daughter to a wild Spark o'th' Town, that's pre-ingag'd and a <HI>Marriage|hater,</HI> to have 'em always wrangling, and forc'd to part in a fortnight's time; thus my Daughter's to be mortify'd; and your Son t have the Benefit of it. I promis'd ye and began to perform with ye, whil&s;t the matter wou'd bear it; and &s;ince 'twill bear no longer, ye mu&s;t ha' Patience. His Mi&s;tre&s;s they &s;ay is a free <HI>Citizen,</HI> and there's a Child got between 'em; therefore pray don't give us any further di&s;turbance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>For Goodne&s;s &s;ake, Sir, don't trouble your Head with &s;uch idle Stories. I tell ye 'tis their chief Intere&s;t to make him as bad they can; this is all a Trick from one end to the other to break off the Match; now do but take away the Cau&s;e of this, and the Effect cea&s;es of it &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You're out indeed Sir; for I ju&s;t now &s;aw her Maid and <HI>Davus</HI> quarrelling about it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know the trick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay they were in earne&s;t, for they little thought of my &s;eeing 'em</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I believe too, for I had an Item of this Stratagem from <HI>Davus;</HI> and I thought t'have
<PB N="46" REF="41"> given ye a hint on't, but &s;omething put it out of my Head.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Davus <HI>ju&s;t appearing at</HI> Glycerie's <HI>Door.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to them within.</STAGE>&mdash; 'Tis my Royal will and plea&s;ure, that no Grief come within the&s;e walls to day.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look ye, yonder's your Man <HI>Davus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whence comes the Rogue? <STAGE>In a fret.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to them within.</STAGE> Let her rely upon my Wor|&s;hip and this hone&s;t Stranger.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>li&s;tning.</STAGE> What's there now a brewing. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>coming from the Door.</STAGE> Well, for the Man, the nick of Time, and the Encounter take 'em all together, never was any thing &s;o pat to our purpo&s;e. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>partly overhearing.</STAGE> Ah damn'd Rogue! Who do's he commend &s;o? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Now Devil do thy wor&s;t; we are as &s;afe as a Thief in a Mill.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why don't I &s;peak to him? <STAGE>A&s;ide</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>perceiving</HI> Simo.</STAGE> 'S death here's my Ma|&s;ter, what had I be&s;t do? <STAGE>Softly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Dav.</STAGE> Oh how is't with your Wor&s;hip?</P>
<STAGE>Scornfully.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>O my good Ma&s;ters! <HI>Simo</HI> and <HI>Chremes</HI> both. Why all things are ready within. <STAGE>Very briskly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>You've taken a world of pains I don t doubt. <STAGE>Jeeringly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, Sir, &s;end for the Bride as &s;oon as ye plea&s;e. <STAGE>Leeringly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well!&mdash; there's nothing but that wanting.&mdash; But good Sir, let me ask ye one Que&s;tion.&mdash; What bu&s;ine&s;s had you at that Hou&s;e Sirrah? <STAGE><HI>pointing to</HI> Glycerie's <HI>Hou&s;e.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who I, Sir? <HI>Sim.</HI> Ay you Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Meaning me Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, you Sir, if ye mu&s;t be told &s;o often.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="47" REF="41">Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why Sir, 'twasn't three minutes &s;ince I went in&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah, do I ask ye how long &s;ince? <STAGE>Angrily</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; With my Ma&s;ter <HI>Pamphilus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>ha&s;tily.</STAGE> And is he there then?&mdash; O my Torture!&mdash; Ye Hang-dog, didn't ye tell me they were broken all to pieces?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>So they are Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;hou'd he do there then? <STAGE>Ha&s;tily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What d'ye think Sir?&mdash; Only t'other bru&s;h of quarrelling. <STAGE>Jeeringly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah Mr <HI>Chremes,</HI> there's more i'th' Wind; I'll tell ye perhaps one of the foule&s;t Stories you ever met withal.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>pointing to</HI> Glycerie's <HI>Hou&s;e</HI></STAGE> Here's a certain old Man ju&s;t come to Town, whence the Lord knows, a &s;hrewd wary Fellow, I'll warrant him; if ye did but &s;ee him you'd &s;ay he's no ordinary Per&s;onage; for he looks as grave as an Alderman, and talks like a Judge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>What News from him pray? <STAGE>Ha&s;tily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, none to &s;peak of&mdash; Only I remem|ber he was a &s;aying&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well but what was he a &s;aying?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>&mdash; That he certainly knows</HI> Glycerie <HI>to be a Citizen of</HI> Athens.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Soho! <HI>Dromo! Dromo!</HI> <STAGE>In a fury.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a Devil's to do now? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim Dromo</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ay! <STAGE>Louder.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>But hear me, Sir,&mdash; <STAGE>In a fright.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dog! Speak but another word&mdash; Why <HI>Dromo, Dromo!</HI> <STAGE>Louder yet.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>upon his knees.</STAGE> I be&s;eech ye Sir, hear me
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Dromo.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dro.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Simo.</STAGE> Your plea&s;ure Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take this Ra&s;cal in, and tru&s;s him up im|imediately. <STAGE>In a fury.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dro.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who d'ye mean Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="48" REF="42">Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Davus</HI> here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why good Sir, why?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis my plea&s;ure&mdash; <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Dromo</STAGE> take him away I &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why what have I done Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away with him. <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Dromo.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you catch me in a Lye, cut my Throat.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;topping his Ears.</STAGE> I'll not hear a word&mdash; I'll put your Rogue&s;hip out of Homour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Notwith&s;tanding it be true.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Notwith&s;tanding</HI>&mdash; do you <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Dromo</STAGE> take him and fetter him. And d'ye hear, let him be tyed Neck and Heels like a Bea&s;t as he is&mdash; Away.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Dromo <HI>leading in</HI> Davus.</STAGE></P>
<P>As I'm a living Soul, Sirrah, I'll make ye to know this day what 'tis for a Servant to put tricks upon his Ma&s;ter, and for a Son to make &s;port with his Father. <STAGE>Walking about in a great Pa&s;&s;ion.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>For Heaven's &s;ake Sir moderate your Pa&s;|&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah Sir, when it comes to the Duty of a Son, that's a tender point: Don't ye pity me?&mdash; that I &s;hou'd take &s;o much pains for &s;uch an un|gracious wretch?&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Weeps looking towards</HI> Glyce|rie's <HI>Hou&s;e.</HI></STAGE> Soho! <HI>Pamphilus!</HI>&mdash; out of your ful|&s;om Ne&s;t.&mdash; Ha ye no Grace left?</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Pamphilus.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVho calls there?&mdash; <STAGE><HI>&s;eeing</HI> Simo</STAGE> Oh 'tis my Father. I'm Planet &s;truck.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat &s;ay'&s;t thou, the mo&s;t ungracious&mdash; <STAGE>Very angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>O fie Sir, leave this ill Language, and ar|gue the ca&s;e calmly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>As tho' the wor&s;t Language wasn't good enough for him.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Pamphilus</STAGE> and do you &s;ay now that <HI>Glycerie</HI> is a Citizen?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;o reported, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="49" REF="42">Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Reported, Jackanapes?&mdash; O prodigious Impudence! was ever &s;uch an unthinking Cox|comb? Do's he repent of any thing he has done? Nay has he Grace &s;o much as to blu&s;h at it?&mdash; Is he &s;o little Ma&s;ter of him&s;elf as to &s;et his Heart upon &s;uch an infamous woman without regard either to the Cu&s;toms or Laws of his Coun|try, or to the will and Plea&s;ure of his Father?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh me! <STAGE>Sighing.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>Pamphilus,</HI> are ye at la&s;t convinced?&mdash; then, then indeed you &s;hou'd ha' thought o'this, when fir&s;t ye took your &s;wing in all that's ba&s;e, then you &s;hou'd ha' cry'd, <HI>Oh me!&mdash; </HI><STAGE>walks a|bout in a rage</STAGE> But what do I mean? Why &s;hou'd I plague and torment my &s;elf? Or why cark my &s;elf in my old Age for a mad hot headed Fool? Shall he play the Puppy and mu&s;t I &s;uffer for't?&mdash; E'n let him have her, make his be&s;t of her, and Kennel together.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear Father!&mdash; <HI>In a &s;oft Tone.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting.</STAGE> Why <HI>dear Father?</HI> As tho' you &s;tood in need of &s;uch a Father.&mdash; You've got your Hou&s;e, your Wife and Children, and the <HI>dear Father</HI> ne're the wi&s;er; you've brought your Cheat to prove her a Citizen.&mdash; You've got the day much good may't do ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray hear me one word Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>What can you &s;ay for your &s;elf? <STAGE>Turning away.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Sir, give him the hearing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hear him? What &s;hould I hear him for Mr. <HI>Chremes?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But you may let him &s;peak tho.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let him &s;peak then, who hinders him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>in a &s;oft tone.</STAGE> Sir, I confe&s;s I loved, and if to love be Sin, I confe&s;s that too.&mdash; But now dear Sir I'm at your di&s;po&s;al, and &s;ubmit to what&s;oever
<PB N="50" REF="43"> you &s;hall think fit or command. Wou'd ye ha' me marry one woman, and part with another: I mu&s;t bear either, as well as I can. Only thus much let me beg of ye, that you wou'dn t believe that I &s;uborn'd this old Man: Let me but clear my &s;elf of that and bring him face to face.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bring him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Sir let me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis nothing but rea&s;on, pray let him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I be&s;eech ye don t deny me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well: let it be &s;o then.&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Pamphilus.</STAGE>
<P>You &s;ee Sir, I'm content with any thing as long as I ben't gro&s;ly impo&s;ed upon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>A &s;mall Puni&s;hment &s;erves for a great Fault, between Father and Son.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Re-enter</HI> Pamphilus <HI>with</HI> Crito.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE>&mdash; Well without any more words now; for three Rea&s;ons are as good as three thou&s;and. I ll do't either for your own &s;ake, or for Truth's &s;ake, or for poor <HI>Glycerie's</HI> &s;ake, that I've a great kindne&s;s for.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is that old <HI>Crito</HI> of <HI>Andro?</HI>&mdash; the very &s;ame.&mdash; Troth <HI>Crito</HI> I'm glad to &s;ee thee. What wind blew thee to <HI>Athens?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>A chance one.&mdash; Is this Mr. <HI>Simo?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye ask for me?&mdash; Hark ye Friend,</P>
<P>Ha' you the face to &s;ay, that <HI>Glycerie</HI> is a Citizen of <HI>Athens?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>And ha' ye the Face to deny it? <STAGE>Pertly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>You've your Le&s;&s;on without Book I per|ceive.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why that pray? <STAGE>Surliiy.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wou'd ye know?&mdash; Don't ye de&s;erve to l e laid by the Heels for this? Are you come here to trapan and inveigle raw young Gentlemen?
<PB N="51" REF="43"> And to feed their Fancies with fine Flams, and ga<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Promi&s;es?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting</STAGE> What's the man mad? <STAGE>Surlily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then you make Matches between the<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> and their Whores together. <STAGE>Crito <HI>&s;tares and wo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">|ders at the<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas! how do I tremble for fear the o'd man &s;houdn't &s;tand his ground. <STAGE>A&s;i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Simo.</STAGE> If ye knew this man as well as <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, you'd be of another mind. Why he's as hone&s;t <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> man as e're broke Bread.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil's Broker! He hone&s;t?&mdash; to come ju&s;t i'th nick on the VVedding da<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, to &s;et up for an Evidence, and was never here before in his whole Life? well mu&s;t his te&s;timony carry't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I wern't afraid of my Father, I ve that at my Tongue's end would help him out at a d<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters"> lift. <STAGE>A&s;ide,</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Knight o'th' po&s;t!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>What does be call me? <STAGE>Walks about in a h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;&s;.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis his way, you'd better let him alone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let him look to't. If he pretends to talk what e're he has a mind to, I'll make him hear &s;ome|thing that he has no mind to. <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Simo.</STAGE> Pi&s;h! Do I hinder or care a Fart for your VVeddings? what can't ye bear your Misfortunes like a man?&mdash; whether I &s;poke true or fal&s;e you ll know immedi|ately.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>turning to</HI> Chremes.</STAGE> Once upon a time d'ye &s;ee, there was a certain <HI>Athenian</HI> Merchant ca&s;t away at <HI>Andro,</HI> and that little Girl with him; this man, being in want, had the hap to apply him&s;elf to <HI>Chry&s;is</HI>s Father.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting.</STAGE> Now he begins a fine Tale.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray let him go on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy does he put me out? <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>C<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r.</SPEAKER>
<P>On with your Story.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well! Now this &s;ame <HI>Cry&s;is's</HI> Father, (D<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">e
<PB N="52" REF="44"> mind?) was my Kin&s;man. And there did I hear the Man him&s;elf &s;ay, that he was a Merchant of <HI>Athens;</HI> in &s;hort, there he dy'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>His Name?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>His Name?&mdash; Let me &s;ee, Oh his Name was <HI>Phania.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;s me! I'm in a cold &s;weat. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why truly Sir, I think they call him <HI>Pha|nia.</HI> However, this I'm &s;ure of, he &s;aid he was a <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">amnu&s;ian;</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Heavens! <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; And a world of people in <HI>Andro</HI> heard as much as I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> Wou'd it were no wor&s;e than I w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;h for.&mdash; But prithee <HI>Crito</HI> tell me. What &s;aid he about this Girl? Did he &s;ay &s;he was his own?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who&s;e then pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>His Brother's I think.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>O' my Soul &s;he's mine then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>What d'ye &s;ay, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>How's this? what &s;ay ye? <STAGE>Ha&s;tily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Courage <HI>Pamphilus,</HI> Courage! <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>What make ye believe it &s;o readily?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why this <HI>Phania</HI> was my Brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know't: I was well acquainted with him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'th' time o th' late VVars he fled for't, and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">llow'd me into <HI>A&s;ia,</HI> but was afraid to leave my <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ughter behind him. Now Sir, this is the fir&s;t <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ws I ve heard of him ever &s;ince.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Methinks I'm in another world. My M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nd's di&s;tracted twixt Fear and Hope, Joy and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">onder at &s;uch a &s;udden B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e&s;&s;ing. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">m.</SPEAKER>
<P>I m glad upon &s;everal accounts &s;h's found <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> your Daughter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I believe, Sir, 'tis true.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But hark ye <HI>Crito</HI> there's one &s;cruple yet that makes me unea&s;y.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="53" REF="44">Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wou'd you and your Scruples were hang'd together. This is hunting for a Knot in a Bulr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Name won't do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly &s;he had another Name when &s;he was a little one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee what is't? Don't ye remember?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm hammering at it. <STAGE>He &s;tudies upo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> Shall I &s;uffer his &s;hallow Brain <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> &s;top the Current of my Joys, when I can cure <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> with a word &s;peaking? No I ll not &s;uffer't D'ye hear Mr. <HI>Chremes! Pa&s;&s;ibula</HI> is the Name you want.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri. Chr.</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>together,</STAGE>
<P>Ay, that's it, that's it. The very &s;ame.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I had it from her own Mouth a thou&s;and times.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly this is good News for all on's, and I hope you think &s;o too. <STAGE>to Chremes.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>As I hope to be &s;av'd 'tis true.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Simo.</STAGE> And what's to be done next Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why now we are all friends again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>The be&s;t of Fathers!&mdash; I &s;uppo&s;e Me <HI>Chremes</HI> will allow us to be in <HI>&s;tatu quo.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And all the Rea&s;on i'th' world, unle&s;s your Father's again&s;t all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam. Sim.</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>together,</STAGE>
<P>I'm &s;ure he's not. I agree to't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mr <HI>Pamphilus,</HI> you &s;hall have two thou|&s;and Pounds with her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm &s;atisfy'd Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well I'll to my poor Girl in an in&s;tant&mdash; Come, <HI>Crito,</HI> go you along with me, for I make a doubt whether &s;he knows me or no.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Crito <HI>and</HI> Chremes.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>And hadn't ye better &s;end for her now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="54" REF="45">Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I think 'twere better, and that &s;hall be <HI>Davis</HI>'s bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>But that can't be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e he's a little engag'd</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>As how Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why he's bound Neck and Heels.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah Sir, 'twasn't well done.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm &s;ure I order'd it to be well done.</P>
<STAGE>Merrily.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Sir, let him be undone then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, let it be &s;o then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>But immediately Sir, if you plea&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll in and about it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>A ble&s;&s;ed and happy days work! <HI>Ex.</HI> Simo.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Charine <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Well I'll go to &s;ee how &s;quares go with Mr. <HI>Pamphilus.</HI>&mdash; Oh yonder he is. <STAGE>Ob|&s;erves him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Some may be apt to think my Heart is far From what my Lips do utter, but ev'n <HI>Now, Now</HI> 'tis I'm Con&s;cious what I &s;ay's mo&s;t true. That Gods them&s;elves wou'd not immortal be, Were not their Joys like them immortal too.&mdash; And now methinks I'm all encircled round With Heavenly Bli&s;s, if no Left handed God Come in between and da&s;h my &s;weets with &s;owre. Oh for a Friend to whom I might relate This ble&s;&s;ed Change to make't the more compleat.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the meaning of the&s;e Reptures?</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Davus <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh yonder's <HI>Davus,</HI> the Man o'th' whole Earth I cou'd have wi&s;h'd for; for I'm &s;ure there is not a Soul can more heartily reli&s;h my Enjoy|ments.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Where &s;hou'd a man light of this &s;ame <HI>Pamphilus</HI> now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="55" REF="45">Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh <HI>Davus!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>not &s;eeing him.</STAGE> Who art thou for a man?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis I old Rock!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>turning about.</STAGE> What you Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay ye don't know what good Fortune I ve met withal.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Faith! But I know to my &s;orrow what Fortune I've met withal. <STAGE>Shrugging his &s;houlders.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay Boy that I know too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ju&s;t as the world goes. Bad News always flys fa&s;ter than good.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>My deare&s;t has found out her Parents.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Before <HI>George</HI> 'tis brave. <STAGE>Merrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>li&s;tning.</STAGE> Ble&s;s me! <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>And her Father is one of our great Cronies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who's that pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>No le&s;s than Mr <HI>Chremes.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Spoken like a Cherubim!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I've now nothing to do but to marry her, and&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Man dreams of what he has a mind to waking. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then for the Child <HI>Davus</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more of him. I'll warrant ye he'll come to be a <HI>Hero</HI> at la&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>going to them.</STAGE> I'm a made Man, if all this be true,&mdash; I'll e'n &s;peak with 'em. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who goes there?&mdash; O dear <HI>Charine,</HI> you're come i' th' luckie&s;t time that could be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>I m very well, plea&s;ed&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! Ha' ye heard the News then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Every Syllable.&mdash; VVell I hope won't forget your old Friend on your VVedding day. Mr. <HI>Chremes</HI> is now your own, if you'll but &s;ay the word, I'm &s;ure he'll do't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I ll warrant ye, not forget ye.&mdash; 'T wou'd
<PB N="56" REF="46"> be too long to wait Mr. <HI>Chremes's</HI> coming, let's ev'n go to my Mi&s;tre&s;s where we &s;hall be &s;ure to find him.&mdash; But do you <HI>Davus</HI> go home, and &s;end Company to remove her to our's.&mdash; What makes ye &s;tand like a Po&s;t?&mdash; why don't ye move?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm going Sir.&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Pamphilus <HI>and</HI> Charine.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Davus <HI>turns to the Spectators.</HI></STAGE>
<P>Gallants, You mu&s;t not expect their return, for the Match and every thing el&s;e will be made up within Doors.&mdash; One Clap, good Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>The End of the Fair Andrian.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="46">
<P><HI>The Eunuch.</HI> A COMEDY, Acted at the Fea&s;t of <HI>Cybele,</HI> WHEN <HI>L. Po&s;tumius Albinius</HI> and <HI>L. Cornelius Merula</HI> were <HI>Curule Edil's,</HI> By the Company of <HI>L. Ambivius Turpio,</HI> and <HI>L. Attilius</HI> of <HI>Prene&s;te.</HI></P>
<P><HI>Flaccus</HI> made free by <HI>Claudius,</HI> Com|pos'd the Mu&s;ick, which was perform'd on two Right-handed FLUTES.</P>
<P>It was taken from the <HI>GREEK</HI> of <HI>Menander;</HI></P>
<P>Acted twice under the Con&s;ul&s;hip of <HI>M. Valerius,</HI> and <HI>C. Fannius.</HI></P>
<P><HI>A. U. C.</HI> 593. before <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> 156.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="47">
<HEAD>Dramatis Per&s;onae.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<HEAD>MEN.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Laches, <HI>Father to</HI> Phedrie, <HI>and</HI> Cherea.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Phedrie, <HI>His Elde&s;t Son, a Gentleman of a &s;oft and ea&s;ie Temper, fondly in Love with</HI> Thats, <HI>whom he keeps.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Cherea, <HI>His younger Brother, a hot, wild, amorous Youth, wantonly in Love with</HI> Pamphila.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Antipho, <HI>A young Gent.</HI> Cherea'<HI>s Companion and Confident.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Chremes, <HI>A young Country Squire, &s;omewhat blunt in Speech and Behaviour, and unacquainted with the Tricks of the Town.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Thra&s;o. <HI>A Proud, Self-conceited, Pedantick, Bragging, Hectoring, Clowni&s;h Officer; A Pretender to</HI> Thais, <HI>and one that believes him&s;elf a great Wit, and a Man of Courage, when at the &s;ame time he's both Coward and Coxcomb.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Gnatho, <HI>The Para&s;ite, a hanger on of the Captains; a crafty, &s;lie, in&s;inuating wheadling, buffooning Fellow, always extolling the Captain's Wit and Valour, and by an ingenious equivocating &s;ort of Flattery, abu&s;ing the Captain to the very Face.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Parmeno, <HI>Servant to</HI> Phedrie, <HI>and his Coun&s;ellor, a bold, cunning, intriguing Fellow, and a down-right Woman-hater.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">us, <HI>The Eunuch.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">anga, <HI>Servant to</HI> Thra&s;o.</ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>WOMEN.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Thais, <HI>A Noble Courte&s;an, kept by</HI> Phedrie, <HI>a good na|tur'd Creature, of a flattering, in&s;inuating, winning di&s;po&s;ition.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Pythia, <HI>Her Maid very bu&s;ie and faithful, a mortal Ene|my to</HI> Parmeno.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Doria, <HI>Another Servant to</HI> Thais.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Sophrona, <HI>A Nur&s;e.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>MUTES.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Simalio, Dorax, Syri&s;cus, <HI>Servants to the Captain.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<P>Scene, <HI>ATHENS,</HI></P>
<P>The Time Six or Seven Hours.</P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB REF="47">
<HEAD>The EUNUCH.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT I.</HEAD>
<OPENER>SCENE, <HI>The Street before</HI> Simo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"><HI>s Door.</HI> TIME, <HI>The Forenoon.</HI></OPENER>
<STAGE>Phedrie <HI>attended by</HI> Parmeno.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE> WHAT's to be done now? Shan't I go to her?&mdash; What not now, when &s;he &s;ends for me &s;o kind|ly?&mdash; Or &s;hall I re&s;olve never to put up the Affronts of a Jilting Mi&s;tre&s;s?&mdash; She &s;hut me out; now &s;he invites me in&mdash; Go with a Pox?&mdash; No that I won't, tho &s;he'd beg it on her Knees.</P>
<STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth Sir, if you cou'd hold out at this rate, 'twou'd be the be&s;t and brave&s;t thing you ever did: but if ye begin upo'th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Huff, and your Heart not &s;erve ye to go through with it; if you faint i'th' Enterprize, and go before you're &s;ent for, or &s;o much as reconcil'd, and &s;neakingly tell her, <HI>You're &s;o entirely devoted to her, as not to live an hour without her,</HI> your bu&s;ine&s;s is done to all Intents and Pur|po&s;es. She'll ride you to death when &s;he has you at mercy.&mdash; Wherefore I'd ha' you be twice ad|vis'd
<PB N="60" REF="48"> before it be too late. For alas Sir, what will rea&s;on or moderation &s;ignifie in a Ca&s;e that will bear neither: For Love you know is &s;trange|ly whim&s;ical, containing Affronts, Jealou&s;ies, Jars, Parlies, Wars, then Peace again. Now for you to ask Advice to love by, is all one as if you ask ad|vice to run mad by.&mdash; As for your pre&s;ent Re|&s;olutions while your Blood is up, <HI>What go to her? When a Rival's preferr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d? My &s;elf refus'd? Even En|trance deny'd me? Ne're per&s;wade me to<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t; I'll die fir&s;t. I'll make her know I'm none of her Cully.</HI> Why <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">n good faith Sir, one pitiful hypocritical Drop of a Tear, which this Creature can hardly for her Soul &s;queeze out of her Eyes with all her &s;crubbing, will confound all this blu&s;ter, bring you to your whining Peccavi, and make you &s;ubmit to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">er Lady&s;hips's mercy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh horrid &s;hame!&mdash; Now I &s;ee &s;he's a <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ur&s;ed Jilt, and I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">a mi&s;erable Fool; I'm &s;ick on't, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">et I die with Love; then I peri&s;h with my Know|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">dge and Sen&s;es about me, both living and look|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ng on. And I know not what to do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;hou'd you do Sir, but free your <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">lf from her as cheap as you can? If you can't <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">aw the Stake fairly, make the be&s;t of a bad <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">me, and never &s;tand vexing your &s;elf for the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">tter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye think that's the be&s;t way?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay Sir, if you know the be&s;t way.&mdash; Add no more Troubles to tho&s;e that Love has <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">rought on<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ye; but bear what's already befaln <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> like a Man.&mdash;</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Thais <HI>at &s;ome di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE></P>
<P>Oh yonder comes the Cater-pillar that &s;poils all our <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">aive&s;t, and leaves us to &s;tarve. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thais</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to her &s;elf.</STAGE> Unhappy woman! I am very much afraid that <HI>Phedrie</HI> &s;hould take it wor&s;e, or
<PB N="61" REF="48"> otherwi&s;e than I intended, that I did not let him in ye&s;terday.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah <HI>Parmeno!</HI> I'm all over in a cold &s;weat at the very &s;ight of her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Brisk up Sir! To her I &s;ay, &s;he carries Fire enough to warm ye with a vengeance</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>over-hearing.</STAGE> How now <HI>Phedrie!</HI> What are you here? And waiting at the Door too? why didn't ye come in without any more ado?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>The De<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">el a word's here of &s;hutting the Door upon us. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Speechle&s;s my Dear?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well askt Madam! for the&s;e Doors were always wide open to me, and I the highe&s;t in your Lady&s;hip's Favours. <STAGE>Scornfully.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let the&s;e things pa&s;s my Dear. <STAGE>Clapping him on the Cheek with her Fan.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ph.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>angrily.</STAGE> How! Pa&s;s!&mdash; <STAGE>more mildly.</STAGE> Ah <HI>Thais, Thais,</HI> wou'd that you and I did but love equally, and went an even pace: that what you've done might trouble you as much as me: or that I might concern my &s;elf as little at it, as you do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting.</STAGE> Prithee don't fret thy &s;elf my pretty <HI>Phedrie,</HI> for by this light twasn't becau&s;e I lov'd or car'd for any body more than thy dear &s;elf, but as the ca&s;e &s;tood <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">twas a thing not to be a|voided.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Likely enough: that's u&s;ual.&mdash; She poor Soul &s;hut him out of doors out of &s;tark Love and Kindne&s;s. <STAGE>Jeeringly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Par.</STAGE> Say ye &s;o <HI>Parmeno?</HI>&mdash; Well, well, go on:&mdash; <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Phe.</STAGE> but prithee my Dear, hear but why I &s;ent for ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>We'll hear ye for once.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fir&s;t let me know, whether this Man here can keep Coun&s;el.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Meaning me Madam?&mdash; The rare&s;t Fellow
<PB N="62" REF="49"> i th' world at it; but we mu&s;t enter into Articles about keeping your Secrets; if the Story be true, I am as mute as a Fi&s;h; but if it be a fal&s;ity, a Foppery, or a Flam, 'twill out in an in&s;tant, I'm full of holes, and run like a Seive. Therefore pray Madam, not a word of a Lye as you hope for Secrecy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Mother was born at <HI>Samo,</HI> but liv'd at <HI>Rhodes.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mum, mum for that.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>There it was that a certain Merchant pre|&s;ented her with a fine young Girl Kidnapp'd from <HI>Attica.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Was &s;he a Gentlewoman?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;uppo&s;e &s;o: We cou'dn't tell for a certain. She told us her Parents Names; as for her Coun|try, and other Tokens &s;he forgot, nor cou'd it be otherwi&s;e expected becau&s;e of her Age. The Mer|chant added withal, that he under&s;tood by the Pyrates (of whom he bought her) that &s;he was &s;toln from <HI>Sunio</HI> hard by <HI>Athens</HI>&mdash; No &s;ooner did my Mother take charge on her, but &s;he gave her the be&s;t Education &s;he cou'd, and bred her up like her own Child: So that we were generally ta|ken for Si&s;ters. In company with that Stranger (the only per&s;on I was then engag'd withal) did I come hither, who left me all I have at pre&s;ent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting.</STAGE> A couple of Rappers.&mdash; Gu&s;h.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e for&s;ooth one Di&s;h to be &s;ure wou'd never &s;atisfie you, neither was he your &s;ole Bene|factor; for this Gentleman's Pocket has &s;moaked to &s;ome Tune for mo&s;t of your Bravery.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be it &s;o: But can't you let me go on with my Stor?&mdash; <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Phe.</STAGE> whil&s;t things &s;tood thus: the Captain, who began to take &s;ome liking to me marched into <HI>Caria,</HI> mean time I got acquainted
<PB N="63" REF="49"> with thee my dear Rogue. And thou knowe&s;t how dearly I have lov'd thee e're &s;ince, even to the tru&s;ting thee with the greate&s;t of my Secrets.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Parmeno</HI> will let go again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may &s;wear it, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>For Loves &s;ake, dear Hearts! hear me out&mdash; Not long after my Mother died at <HI>Rhodes;</HI> now my Uncle, you mu&s;t know, was a little given to the World, and perceiving the Girl was very likely, and had a good hand at the Lute, hoped to make Money of her, and forthwith expo&s;ed her to Sale, and made his Markets on her. As good Luck wou'd have it, my Friend the Captain being there, buys her for a Pre&s;ent for me, being perfectly igno|rant of this whole Affair. He's ju&s;t come to Town, and perceiving what's between you and I, he invents many Excu&s;es and Flams to put off his parting with her as long as he can: But &s;ays, cou'd he but per&s;wade him&s;elf I lov'd him better than you, and were he not mi&s;erably afraid that when I once got her I &s;hou'd turn him off, he'd part with her pre&s;ently. This he's &s;till afraid of, but as far as I can perceive he has a hankering after her him&s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>And is it got no farther than hankering?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, for I ve made &s;trict enquiry&mdash; Now my dear <HI>Phedrie,</HI> I've a thou&s;and Rea&s;ons why I'd wheadle him out of her. Fir&s;t, becau&s;e &s;he goes for my Si&s;ter; and then to re&s;tore her to her Friends; for I'm a lone&s;ome Woman here, no body with me, neither Friend nor Kin&s;man; therefore I hope by this good Office to make my &s;elf Friends; therefore if you love me help me out in the Management of this bu&s;ine&s;s: Let this Swaggerer be Ma&s;ter of Mi&s;-rule for two or three days&mdash; What no An&s;wer.</P>
<STAGE>Fawningly.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou ba&s;e&s;t of thy Sex!&mdash; What &s;hall
<PB N="64" REF="50"> I an&s;wer thee, who deale&s;t &s;o ungratefully by me? <STAGE>Walks about in a Pa&s;&s;ion.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>O rare Ma&s;ter o' mine! Gramercy &s;ay I: He's touch'd now&mdash; E'dad thou'rt a Man every Inch of thee.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>As if I didn't know what you wou'd be at.&mdash; <STAGE>in another tone mocking her</STAGE> <HI>A young Girl was Kidnapp'd hence,&mdash; my Mother bred her up like her own,&mdash; &s;he went for my Si&s;ter&mdash; Id fain wheadle him out of her&mdash; and re&s;tore her to her Friends</HI>&mdash; All this &s;tuff is to &s;hift me off, and to take in your Captain for&s;ooth; But why I pray? Only becau&s;e he's more in your Lady&s;hip's Favour than I am? and you're plaguily afraid this Girl will put your No&s;e out of joynt, and take your Iu&s;ty Stallion from you.</P>
<STAGE>Scornfully.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who I afraid on't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay you: Why &s;hou'd you be &s;o concerned el&s;e? Is he the only Per&s;on that has made you Pre|&s;ents? Did ye ever find me clo&s;e fi&s;ted? T'other day you asked for a <HI>Black,</HI> didn't I go Po&s;t ha&s;te and get you one? And then you'd have your <HI>Eunuch</HI> for&s;ooth, purely, becau&s;e your La|dies of Quality have 'em, this I got too: I'm &s;ure ye&s;terday I paid down o'th' nail no le&s;s than fifty Guineas for 'em both. Tho I'm &s;lighted by ye, yet you &s;ee I didn't forget ye; and my Good na|ture's finely rewarded.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>How's this my <HI>Phedrie!</HI> No, tho' I &s;hou'd be very glad to have this Girl, and I believe I might this way as ea&s;ily as may be; yet rather than di&s;oblige thee, I ll do what thou wou'd'&s;t have me
<STAGE>Fawningly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh that that word came from your Heart now <HI>rather than di&s;oblige thee.</HI> Cou'd I but believe that was &s;poken &s;incerely, I cou'd then bear any thing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="65" REF="50">Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;taggers: one damned wheadle has don't in a trice.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah dear! Don't I then &s;peak from my Heart? When did I ever deny you a Reque&s;t, tho 'twere made but in a je&s;t? And yet I can't for my Soul obtain the Favour of your ab&s;ence but for two days.</P>
<STAGE>Weeping.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay if it were but two days&mdash; But what if that two &s;hou'd prove twenty?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed Sir, It &s;hall be no more than two or&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting.</STAGE> Or what? No more on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;hall be no longer indeed. Let me pre|vail with thee for once.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well for once you &s;hall have your Mind.</P>
<STAGE>Coldly.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now I love thee mo&s;t wonderfully, thou ha&s;t &s;o obliged me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well I ll into the Country, and there pine away for the&s;e two days.&mdash; That's my Re&s;olution &s;ince my cruel Dear mu&s;t have her Humour.&mdash; But <HI>Parmeno,</HI> do you take care to deliver the <HI>Eu|nuch,</HI> and <HI>Black</HI> in my ab&s;ence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Parm.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>God b'uy my deare&s;t <HI>Thais,</HI> for two long days.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>God b'uy to thee my &s;weet Creature. Ha' you any other Commands?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>What can I de&s;ire further; but that tho the Captain has your Company, yet your Heart may be at another place: Let me both night and day be the Entertainment of your Love, your Wi&s;hes, your Dreams, your Expectations, your Thoughts, your Hopes, your Plea&s;ure, your All. In fine, let your Heart be as much mine, as mine is yours</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Phedrie <HI>and</HI> Parmeno.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="66" REF="51">Thais </SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear Heart! I'm afraid <HI>Predrie</HI> believes not one word of what I have &s;aid, but takes me for one of your Jilting Creatures of the Town. But I that know my own Heart be&s;t, am &s;ure, I've devis'd no Flams; nor is there any Soul I love &s;o fondly and tenderly as this Gentleman. And what|&s;oever I have done i'th' ca&s;e was purely for the &s;ake of the poor Girl, who&s;e Brother, a per&s;on of &s;ome Repute, I hope I've in a manner found out. To day he appointed to give me a vi&s;it, I ll &s;tep in and wait his coming.</P>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<TRAILER>End of the Fir&s;t Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT II.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Phedrie <HI>attended by</HI> Parmeno.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>DO as I order'd ye, Let the Pre&s;ents be car|ry'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>So they &s;hall Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>But with care then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;hall be done, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>But with &s;peed too. <HI>Par.</HI> It &s;hall &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have I <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">'d ye enough on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>All! Thats a Que&s;tion indeed?</P>
<STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE>
<P>As tho' 'twas &s;o hard a piece of bu&s;ine&s;s.&mdash; For my part Sir, I wi&s;h with all my Soul that you were as &s;ure of winning a Thou&s;and pounds as ye are of lo&s;ing the&s;e Pre&s;ents.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee don't trouble your Head about tho&s;e things, for if I lo&s;e them I lo&s;e my &s;elf too, which is far the greater lo&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;han't trouble me, but I ll do your Bu|&s;ine&s;s effectually.&mdash; Have you any further Com|mands for me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="67" REF="51">Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be &s;ure you &s;et off the Pre&s;ents with all the Commendations you can; and give my Rival all the Interruption imaginable.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;haw! I'd ha' done that without your bidding.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well I ll into the Country; and there tar|ry.</P>
<STAGE>Offers to go.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I fancy &s;o.</P>
<STAGE>Jerringly.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>returning.</STAGE> But hark ye <HI>Parmens.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's your plea&s;ure, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do&s;t really think I can have &s;o much pow|er o're my &s;elf as to hold out my who&s;e time?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who you Sir? No Faith: For either you'll come back again pre&s;ently, or el&s;e your want of &s;leep will &s;end ye hither at Midnight with a Why|not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tire my &s;elf as much as I can, that I may &s;leep whether I will or no.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Twon't do Sir, tire your &s;elf as much as ye plea&s;e, you'll be ne're the nearer</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>All this &s;ignifies nothing <HI>Parmeno.</HI>&mdash; I mu&s;t break the neck of this e&s;t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">minate Humour; I indulge my &s;elf too much; in &s;hort, d'ye think I can't live without her three whole days if occa|&s;ion &s;erve?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>How Sir! What three live long days? For &s;hame Sir!
<STAGE>Jeeringly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay I'm &s;ully re&s;olved upon't however.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Phedrie.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Parmeno</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>alone.</STAGE> Heavens! What a plaguy thing's this! that Love &s;hould alter men &s;o &s;trangely, as you can't know 'em for the &s;ame? There was ne|ver a Gentleman in Town had a better Head-piece a graver Carriage, and le&s;s given to the Fle&s;h than this ma&s;ter of mine.&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><PB N="68" REF="52"><HI>Enter</HI> Gnatho <HI>leading</HI> Pamphila, <HI>attended by her Waiting Maid at a di&s;tance from</HI> Parmeno.</STAGE>
<P>But who comes yonder i'th' Name of Goodne&s;s? Ha, ha, 'tis that wheadling Ra&s;cal <HI>Gnatho,</HI> a hang|er on o' th' Captains. He has got the young Gen|tlewoman by the Fi&s;t, as a Pre&s;ent to his Lady.&mdash; Ble&s;s me what a &s;mug-faced little Rogue it is. No wonder if I make but a &s;curvy Figure to day with my old rotten Eunuch.&mdash; Why this Creature cuts out <HI>Thais</HI> her &s;elf.</P>
<STAGE>Walks about the Door.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gnatho,</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Ble&s;s me! to &s;ee the diffe|rence between one man and another, betwixt a Fool and a Philo&s;opher! The thing I &s;ay it for is this: As I was coming along to day I &s;tumbled up|on one of my own Rank and Quality; an hone&s;t Fellow I ll warrant him, who had made a &s;hift to guzzel away an E&s;tate as I had done before him. I &s;eeing &s;uch a rough, na&s;ty, meager Fellow, rigg'd out with Rags and Rheumati&s;ms. <HI>Whats the meaning of this fine Dre&s;s?</HI> quoth I, <HI>Alas!</HI> (&s;aid he) <HI>I had an E&s;tate once, but play'd the Fool and coudnt keep it, and you &s;ee what Im brought to: All my Friends and Acquaintance fly me as they wou'd the Plague</HI>&mdash; Here I began to look down upon him with &s;corn: <HI>Why you whor&s;on Blockhead,</HI> &s;aid I, <HI>is it come to that then, that you hadnt left your &s;elf an Aftergame? Have ye lo&s;t your Brains and your Money together? Why do but look on me, who was once in the &s;ame Ca&s;e with your &s;elf? How fre&s;h and &s;parki&s;h, how Genteel I go, and how &s;trong and lu&s;ty I am? I have the</HI> Indies <HI>at Command, tho Lands I have none; and tho I have &s;carce a Groat in the world, yet I want for nothing.</HI> <STAGE>In another Tone</STAGE> <HI>But</HI> (&s;ays he) <HI>Im of &s;uch an unluckly Con&s;titution that neither buffooning nor beating will agree with me. How's that,</HI> &s;aid I, <HI>d'ye think that's the way? No you're plaguily wide o' th' Mark. In the days of</HI> Yore
<PB N="69" REF="52"> <HI>this might have done well enough: but we are now in another Method, and perhaps I was the Inventer of it too&mdash; There's a &s;ort of people in the World who <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">et up for Wits of the fir&s;t Rate, and yet have no more Brains than Maggots: Now the&s;e are the Men for my turn: but then I am not their Merry-Andrew to make them &s;port, but very readily make &s;port at them, tho at the &s;ame time I prai&s;e their parts to the Skies. If they &s;ay any thing, I cry it up too. If they un&s;ay it, I commend 'em for that too: What they deny, I deny: What they affirm, I affirm: In fine, Ive brought my &s;elf to be ju&s;t of their Mind in every thing: and by this means, I get many a &s;weet Bit, and a &s;weet Penny.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>A very pretty Fellow upo' my word! Give him a Fool and he'll make him a Mad-man. <HI>A&s;ide.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whil&s;t this Chat la&s;ted we got to the Mar|ket-place, where I was joyfully met by a Troop of <HI>Confectioners, Fi&s;hmongers, Butchers, Cooks, Pa&s;try|men, Fi&s;hermen,</HI> and <HI>Poulterers;</HI> all of my old Cronies whom I had been a good Cu&s;tomer to be|fore, and &s;ince I had &s;pent my E&s;tate, and am &s;o &s;till: They Complimented me with Hat in Hand, invited me to Supper, and were very glad to &s;ee my Wor&s;hip: when my poor hunger-&s;tarvd Comrade &s;aw I was &s;o highly in their Books, and live &s;o bravely at ea&s;e, he begg'd o' me for Hea|ven's &s;ake to teach him a little of my Art. I bid him follow me, and be my Pupil; and as the Sects of Philo&s;ophers borrowed their Names from their Ma&s;ters, &s;o all that have learn'd the <HI>Art of Wheadling</HI> &s;hould from me be calld <HI>Gnathonicks.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>To &s;ee the virtue now of living at ea&s;e, and being fed at another Man's Table <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>But hold Im plaguy backward in handing this pre&s;ent to Mrs. <HI>Thais,</HI> and to invite her to the Treat&mdash; <STAGE><HI>advances towards the Door and &s;ees</HI> Par|meno</STAGE> yonder's <HI>Parmeno</HI> our Rival's Servant all
<PB N="70" REF="53"> i'th' dumps before the door: Our Bu&s;ine&s;s goes &s;wimmingly on; the&s;e Sparks will have but a cold Suit on't&mdash; I'm re&s;civ'd to have a little &s;port with this poor Rogue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I warrant they think this Gift will make the Lady theirs for ever. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>My nown dear Friend! <HI>Gnath<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI>'s thy very humble Servant. Well what are ye upon now?</P>
<STAGE>Jeeringly.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Upon my Legs. <STAGE>Surlily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>I I &s;ee that.&mdash; But don't ye &s;ee &s;omething here that offends your Eye-&s;ight. <STAGE><HI>pointing to</HI> Pam.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes you. <STAGE>Surlily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I believe too.&mdash; But is there no|thing el&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why what &s;hould there be?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e, my Friend, you &s;eem to be a lit|tle out of Humour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not in the lea&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay I wou'dn't have ye do &s;o.&mdash; But what think ye of this Pre&s;ent? Hah!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;he's tolerable.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>I've gall'd him I &s;ee. <STAGE>Softly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>over-hearing.</STAGE> How plaguily he's mi&s;taken now? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Won't Madam <HI>Thais</HI> be mightily taken with this Pre&s;ent think ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>As much as to &s;ay our No&s;e is out of joint: But hark <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e Friend, every Dog has his day; there is a time for all things.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, <HI>Parmeno</HI> will I give thee a Holy-day for this half Year; and &s;ave thee the trouble of trotting up and down, and &s;itting up till four or five in the morning. Don't I do ye a prodigious piece of Service? <HI>Par</HI> Who me? Ay a damnable one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thus I always oblige Friends.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>You do well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>But perhaps I detain ye Sir; your bu&s;ine&s;s po&s;&s;ibly calls ye el&s;ewhere?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="71" REF="53">Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>No I'm at my Journey's end.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Sir, do me the favour then to intro|duce me to the Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very good! This pre&s;ent will be your Pa&s;|port now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will ye be pleas'd to have any one &s;ent out to ye? <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Gnatho, Pamphilia, <HI>and Waiting Maid</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>alone.</STAGE> Let but two days be over, and I'll take care that you may knock till your Heart akes without admittance, tho' now you are &s;o happy as to have the Doors flye open at a touch of your lit|tle Finger.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Re-enter</HI> Gnatho.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>What here &s;till my nown Friend? D'ye keep guard here that not an Emba&s;&s;y by a Civil Me&s;&s;enger can pa&s;s privately between the Captain and the Lady?<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Gnatho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>alone.</STAGE> Very wittily &s;poken! The&s;e won|derful fine things mu&s;t needs plea&s;e the Captain? <STAGE><HI>&s;eeing</HI> Cherea.</STAGE> But hold, I &s;ee my Ma&s;ter's young|er Son making this way.&mdash; I wonder what makes him from his po&s;t at <HI>Pireo,</HI> when he's upon Duty there.&mdash; There's &s;omewhat more than or|dinary in the wind;&mdash; And he's in great ha&s;te too&mdash; I can't gue&s;s what makes him throw his Eyes about thus.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Cherea <HI>at a di&s;tance from</HI> Parmeno, <HI>out of Breath, and looking about him.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> I'm undone! The pretty Crea|ture's lo&s;t&mdash; And &s;o am I&mdash; who have unlucki|ly mi&s;t on her. Where &s;hall I look for her? where &s;hall I trace her? whom &s;hall I ask for her? what blind Alley &s;hall I range in?&mdash; I'm in a &s;trange Quandary.&mdash; I've this comfort left, that &s;he can't be long <HI>incognito</HI> where'ere &s;he be.&mdash; The mo&s;t charming Look! From this Moment, I've done with the whole Sex be<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ides. Your Every-day La&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">es and Faces will ne're down again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="72" REF="54">Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heyday! Here's another in the whining and langui&s;hing Vein, or I'm be&s;ide the Cu&s;hion&mdash; The old Gentleman their Father's finely ble&s;t? If this Spark once begins the Sport, he'll be &s;o mad upon't, that Mr. <HI>Phedrie</HI> will be a Child to him.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wou'd the De'el had this old <HI>Mum&s;imus</HI> for &s;topping my Journey: And me too for &s;taying, when I &s;hould have taken no notice of him.&mdash; Ho! here's <HI>Parmeno!</HI> Well met old Friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o concern'd, and yet &s;o Gay? And whether a going?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who I? Troth I can't tell whence I came, nor where I'm going, I've lo&s;t my Sen&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;o I be&s;eech ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm in Love man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heyday.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now old Boy, &s;hew what a Man your are: thou knowe&s;t how often thou ha&s;t promi&s;ed me: <HI>Ma&s;ter</HI> Cherea, <HI>do but find out one you ve a mind to, and I'll &s;hew what a Talent I have at Intriguing:</HI> You remember twas when I u&s;e to get you many a good bit out of my Fathers Pantry, and no body e're the wi&s;er, ye Rogue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;haw no more of that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, Faith <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">twas e'en &s;o: Therefore pri|thee now be as good as thy word, at lea&s;t if you think it worth beating your Brains about.&mdash; This pretty Creature isn't at all like our Town Ladies, who&s;e Mothers &s;addle their backs, and &s;trait-lace their Wa&s;ts to make em well &s;hap<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d. If any chance to grow a little plumper than the re&s;t, they pre&s;ently cry, <HI>She's an Ho&s;te&s;s;</HI> and then her Allowance mu&s;t be &s;hortned, and tho &s;he be nat<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">aly fat and lu&s;ty, yet by her dieting &s;he's made as &s;lender as a B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">om&s;tick: By this means one Woodcock or another is caught in their Springe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>And how's yours I be&s;eech ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="73" REF="54">Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Such a Beauty, the World never &s;aw.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hey-day!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Her Complexion true and natural; Her Body &s;ound and &s;trong, and as plump as a Par|tridge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>How old think ye? <HI>Che.</HI> About Sixteen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>In the very prime I faith.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, do you but help me to this &s;weet Crea|ture, either by force, fraud, or wheadle, I don't care which way, &s;o I do but enjoy her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>But what is this &s;weet Creature?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith I know not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whence came &s;he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't tell.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where does &s;he live?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor that neither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where did you &s;ee her<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>In the Street here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>How came you to lo&s;e her?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's it I was cur&s;ing at, when I met you Nor do I think there's that Man living, who&s;e good Fortune had left him thus in the lurch. What a Misfortune was here!&mdash; I'm a very Wretch.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's done to ye Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>De<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s ask? Don't ye know old <HI>Archidemi|des,</HI> my Father's Kin&s;man and Companion?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, very well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Fellow met me full butt, as I was hot upo' th' Scent after this pretty Creature.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith 'twas a little un&s;ea&s;onable.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Rather devili&s;h unfortunare: for lighte<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Matters may be call'd <HI>un&s;ea&s;onable</HI> For I can &s;afe|l<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;wear, I hadn't &s;een him this half Year till now, when I neither de&s;ir'd nor wanted his Company. V<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">asn't this a damn'd Accident? Hah! what &s;ay you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>As you &s;ay, Sir, 'twas a damn'd Acci|dent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="74" REF="55">Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>He comes hobbling after me as far as he could &s;ee me, with his Chin and his Knees toge|ther; his Joynts &s;haking in his Hide; hanging his Jib like an old Hor&s;e, and groaning like a rotten Sheep; He bawls out, <HI>Soho,</HI> Cherea, <HI>Soho! 'tis you I wou'd &s;peak with.</HI>&mdash; With that I made a halt. <HI>De'e know,</HI> &s;ays he, <HI>what's my Bu&s;ine&s;s with ye?</HI> No, pray tell me Sir. <HI>Oh,</HI> &s;aid he, <HI>my Cau&s;e comes on to morrow.</HI> And what then, &s;aid I? <HI>Why be &s;ure</HI> (quoth he) <HI>to tell your Father, that he mu&s;t not fail to be at th'Court.</HI> I think he was a whole hour by the Clock in telling this. I ask'd him if he had any further Bu&s;ine&s;s, he &s;aid <HI>None at all.</HI> Away march I: And looking for this young Creature, I found &s;he had taken down this Street.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Life on't, if this ben't the &s;ame that was pre&s;ented to <HI>Thais.</HI> <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>As &s;oon as I was got hither &s;he was vani&s;h'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Had &s;he any Attendance with her?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes a Man and a Waiting-maid.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE> The very &s;ame i'faith.&mdash; Set your Heart at re&s;t, Sir, your bu&s;ine&s;s is done.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure thy Wits are a Wool-gathering.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, I know what I &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, can'&s;t tell who &s;he is?&mdash; Prithee <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ell me.&mdash; Did ye &s;ee her? <STAGE>Ha&s;tily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I did &s;ee her, I know her too, (more than that) I can tell where &s;he's gone too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah dear Rogue! Do&s;t know her indeed?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>And can<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;t tell where &s;he's gone too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>She was brought hither as as a Pre&s;ent to <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is any Man living able to be at the Charge <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> &s;uch a Pre&s;ent?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Captain <HI>Thra&s;o,</HI> your Brother's Ri|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="75" REF="55">Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>For ought I &s;ee my Brother will be put to his la&s;t Trumps then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay Faith! &s;o you'd &s;wear indeed, if you knew what a precious Pre&s;ent he has provided to match this withal.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that prithee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>An <HI>Eunuch.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>What that Tool of a Man that he bought ye&s;terday? That haggi&s;h Fellow?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's he Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Certainly he and his pre&s;ent will be kick'd to the Devil.&mdash; But I ne're knew before that this <HI>Thais</HI> was our Neighbour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;he's lately removd hither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Unlucky Whelp that I am! That I &s;hou'd ne're &s;ee her.&mdash; But prithee tell me is &s;he &s;uch a Beauty as they talk of? <HI>Par.</HI> Every Jot.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>But &s;hort of our's my Life on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Quite another thing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee hone&s;t Boy, do but thy be&s;t to bring us both together.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall have my good will in't. I'll do what I can to help ye: What wou'd he have more;</P>
<STAGE>Going e&s;t</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whither away now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why home to hand the Pre&s;ents hither ac|cording to your Brothers Orders.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh the Luck of this &s;ame roguy <HI>Eunuch,</HI> to go into this Hou&s;e upon &s;uch an Errand!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>De<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e ask that? Why he'll always be ble&s;t with the &s;ight of his beautiful Companion; they li talk together, live together, and now and then perhaps lie together.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>What wou'd you &s;ay now, if you were that ble&s;&s;ed Creature?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Which way? Speak dear Rogue. <STAGE>Ha&s;tily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="76" REF="56">Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Suppo&s;e you take his Cloaths,&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>His Cloaths? And how then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>And be carry'd thither in&s;tead of him,&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>On, on Boy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>And give out that you are he.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;mall your de&s;ign.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>And there you may enjoy all tho&s;e rare Ble&s;&s;ings you fancied but ju&s;t now for another. You may eat and drink with her, &s;it by her, touch, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">y with her, and&mdash; lye by her. For not a Crea|t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">re in that Hou&s;e can tell what you are, or whence you came. And be&s;ides, your Age and tho&s;e Smooth chops of yours will make you pa&s;s <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">r a Compleat <HI>Eunuch.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Spoken like an Angel! and advis'd like an Oracle!&mdash; <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">hugs</HI> Parmeno, <HI>and is carrying him off.]</HI> Come away Boy, let's in and about it, equip me to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ghts now, immediately away with m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, and bring me to her as fa&s;t as you can for your Life.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;truggling.</STAGE> Hold Sir!&mdash; what d'ye mean? I did but je&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>'P&s;haw! That's Non&s;ence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm ruin<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d! How like a Fool have I done! where d'ye thru&s;t me Sir?&mdash; Faith you had almo&s;t <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">u&s;ht me on my No&s;e&mdash; 'Tis you I &s;peak to Sir. Pray &s;tay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>But I &s;ay let's go.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are ye re&s;olv'd upon't then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ab&s;olutely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have a ca<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e you don't make more ha&s;te <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> good &s;peed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, no, let me alone for that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>A<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> but my Bones will &s;mart for't. Oh! <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> horrible Villany!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Villany d'ye call it for a Man to go into a <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">dy-Hou&s;e; and a pay a Company of &s;ilts in their <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">n Coyn? why if they make a Trade to abu&s;e,
<PB N="77" REF="56"> torment and trepan innocent young Men, is it not Ju&s;tice and Equity to plague and chou&s;e them a|gain?&mdash; Shan't I rather play Tricks with them, than with my Father? This I &s;hou'd be blam'd f<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r; as for t'other, 'twould be &s;aid, <HI>I &s;erv'd them in their own kind.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>How's this! Well! if ye be fully bent <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> on't, e'en take your own cour&s;e; but then <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> lay the blame at m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> door afterwards.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>I won't then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>And is it your will to have it &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis my will to have it &s;o, and it mu&s;t <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> &s;o, and it &s;hall be &s;o; and what I have &s;aid I w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> &s;tand by.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay then follow me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Venus</HI> and <HI>Cupid</HI> favour the De&s;ign.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"></STAGE>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The end of the Second Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT III.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Thra&s;o <HI>and</HI> G<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">atho.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>WELL, but was &s;he &s;o very thankf<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">l then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>O yes Sir, mo&s;t hugely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And glad at Heart &s;ay ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>O yes, but not &s;o much for the Gift as the Giver: and for that let me tell ye &s;he's plaguil<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">. proud on't.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Parmeno <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> I'm come to watch a fair Op|portunity to bring my Pre&s;ents in too.&mdash; But hold! Here's Captain <HI>Bell&s;wagger. Retires to one &s;ide.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Really I have the luck on't; every
<PB N="78" REF="57"> thing that I do is mo&s;t wonderfully taking.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have ob&s;erv'd as much.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>The King of <HI>Per&s;ia,</HI> whenever I did him a kindne&s;s, was always very &s;en&s;ible of it: He wasn't &s;o to every body.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>A &s;mart Tongue &s;o well hung as yours, makes all that Glory his own, which others &s;o long have toil'd for.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Right Boy!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>The King has you in his Eye then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Right again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>And loves to have you there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No doubt on't.&mdash; Nay more he tru&s;ted his whole Army to my Conduct, and follows my Ad|vice in every thing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prodigious!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then if he chanc'd to be weary of Com|p<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ny or Bu&s;ine&s;s, and had a Mind to take a little ea&s;e&mdash; as the&mdash; you know what I mean.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Sir, As tho' when he had a mind to clear his Stomach, as a body may &s;o &s;ay, of all Concerns,&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Right, then would he take me to him Hand to Fir&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay marry Sir! this is a King indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh! He's a man of a Thou&s;and.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, one of a million&mdash; if he chu&s;e you for his Companion. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>All the Officers envy'd me, and grumbl'd at me behind my back: I didn't value it a Straw; they envy'd me damnably. But above all, one who had the Charge of the <HI>Indian</HI> Elephants. This Fellow being more trouble&s;ome than the re&s;t, <HI>Pri|thee Strato,</HI> &s;aid I, <HI>why &s;o plaguy Big? Is it becau&s;e you are Lord o're a parcel of Bea&s;ts?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Neatly &s;aid, i'faith, and &s;hrewdly.&mdash; Ble&s;s me! You overthrew Man and Bea&s;t&mdash; What &s;aid he, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="79" REF="57">Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not a word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay I don't know how he &s;hould.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;s me! This Captain's the blinde&s;t Coxcomb, and the other the vile&s;t Ra&s;cal I ever &s;aw. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What think ye <HI>Gnatho?</HI> Did I ever tell ye how &s;harp I was upon the young <HI>Rhodian</HI> Spark at a Fea&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Never, Sir, let's hear it, I pray,&mdash; He has told it me a thou&s;and times. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>This <HI>Rhodian</HI> Spark I told ye of, was with me at a Fea&s;t, where by chance I had a &s;mall Girl; this Strippling began to be &s;weet upon her, an<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> waggi&s;h upon me too. <HI>How now you impudent Saucebox,</HI> (&s;aid I) <HI>you're Man's meat your &s;elf, and yet have a mind to a Tit-bit.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha, ha, he.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the matter? Hah!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very fine, &s;harp and delicate; that could not be mended.&mdash; But pray, Sir, was this a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">l your own? I took it for an old one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why did you ever hear't before?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Sir, very often: And it takes extream|ly.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll affure you, 'twas all my own.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am &s;orry you were &s;o &s;harp upon the fooli&s;h young Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah the De'el take thee for a Ra&s;cal. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Sir, what did he &s;ay then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>He was quite da&s;h'd out of Countenance; And the whole Company was ready to die with Laughing. After that every body was plaguy wa|ry of meddling with me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>And well they might.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; But hark ye, <HI>Gnatho,</HI> had I be&s;t clear my &s;elf to <HI>Thais</HI> from the jealou&s;ie &s;he has of my being in love with <HI>Pamphila.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="80" REF="58">Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let that be the lea&s;t of your Thoughts; but rather give her more cau&s;e to be jealous.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's a Que&s;tion: Don't ye apprehend me Sir? Should &s;he but &s;peak a word of <HI>Phedrie,</HI> or offer to commend him on purpo&s;e to plague you.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>That.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your only way to prevent that, is, when|ever &s;he names <HI>Phedrie,</HI> be &s;ure you hit her in the Teeth with <HI>Pamphila;</HI> if &s;he cries, <HI>let's have</HI> Phe|drie <HI>to be merry with us,</HI> do you an&s;wer, <HI>And</HI> Pam|phila <HI>to give us a Song:</HI> If &s;he prai&s;e his &s;hape, ex|tol her Face: And be &s;ure give her a <HI>Rowland for her Oliver,</HI> and that wil vex her to the Heart&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, if &s;he loved me, this might do, <HI>Gnatho.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>As long as &s;he de&s;ires and loves your Pre|&s;ents, you may lay your Life &s;he loves you. So <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> you may venture to teaze her; &s;he'll always <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> le&s;t any angry word &s;hould turn the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> of your Bounty another way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou &s;ay'&s;t right.&mdash; Why I never &s;o much as dream'd of this before.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>A good Je&s;t i'faith: Sure you didn't give your Mind to't; for had you &s;et your Wits about it, your Contrivance wou'd ha' been worth fifty of mine</P>
<STAGE><HI>To them enter</HI> Thais <HI>attended by</HI> Pythia.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>I fancy'd I heard the Captain's Tongue ju&s;t now.&mdash; Oh, here he as&mdash; My dear Heroe, wel|com. <STAGE>Hugs him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, my &s;weet <HI>Thais,</HI> my dear Honey, how, is't.&mdash; Don't ye love me now, for giving you this pretty Wench?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Admirable i'faith! how nobly he opens the Campagne. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, Sir, I'm eternally obliged to you for't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's in to Supper I &s;ay: why this dallying?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="81" REF="58">Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here's another too! Faith one wou'd &s;wear he is the Captain's Ba&s;tard, they're &s;o like one <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nother. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Gnatho.</STAGE> As &s;oon as you will, for I am ready.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>advancing nigher.</STAGE> I'll to her, and make as tho I ju&s;t came from home.&mdash; Are you going a broad Madam. <STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> Thais</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him.</STAGE> Oh <HI>Parmeno,</HI> troth you are co<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> very lucky, I was ju&s;t a going out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whither Madam?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why don't ye &s;ee this Gentleman here. <STAGE>A&s;ide to him</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I do &s;ee him, with a pox, to my &s;orrow.&mdash; When you plea&s;e Madam, my Ma&s;ter's Pre&s;ents a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> at your Service. <STAGE>Aloud</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What do we<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;tay for? why don't we <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters"> on?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Thra&s;o.</STAGE> May it plea&s;e your Honour, by your leave; fir&s;t let me make my Pre&s;ents as I was ordered, and go and have a little harmle&s;s Chat with the Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Special Pre&s;ents! I'll warrant ye not to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> nam'd the &s;ame day with mine. <STAGE>Jeerin<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Trial's all&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Goes towards</HI> Lach|<HI>Hou&s;e</HI></STAGE> So-ho! within there! &s;end out the pe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;on, I ordered&mdash; <STAGE>Enter the Blackamoor.</STAGE> Here advan<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters"> forward&mdash; Here's a La&s;s come from as far as <HI>Pre&s;ter John</HI>'s Country.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can have as good for Seven or Eight Guineas.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay and a better too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to them within</STAGE> You, Sir, <HI>Doras</HI> where are ye? &s;tand forth Boy.&mdash; Here's your <HI>Eunuch</HI> for ye then&mdash; &s;ee what a pert look he has got, and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">a&s;t in the prime of his Age. <STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Cherea <HI>dre&s;&s;ed up like the Eunu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">h.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="82" REF="59">Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>As I hope to be &s;aved a very tight Fellow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;ay ye now Mr. <HI>Gnatho:</HI> D'ye &s;py a|ny Faults here?&mdash; And you noble Captain?&mdash; what never a word?&mdash; That's Commendation enough of all Con&s;cience.&mdash; Try him in the Schools, Field, Mu&s;ick, or where you will, you ll find he has had the Education of a Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>For a need that <HI>Eunuch</HI> wou'd down well enough, tho a man was &s;ober. <STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> Gnatho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>And yet Madam, the Gentleman that made the&s;e Pre&s;ents, dosn't de&s;ire to be your only Fa|vorite, nor that all others &s;hould be thru&s;t out of doors for his &s;ake: He dosn't tell your Romantick Stories of his Fights and Duels, nor yet boa&s;t of his Wounds and Scars; neither does he &s;tand in your Light, as a certain per&s;on that &s;hall be name|le&s;s. But when it &s;hall be no trouble to you Ma|dam, when you plea&s;e, and your Lady&s;hip is at lei&s;ure,he thinks it favour enough to be then ad|mitted.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis Evident this Fellow has got &s;ome poor <HI>Grub&s;trect</HI> Merchant for his Ma&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith like enough; for he wou'dn't keep this Fellow &s;o long, had he a Shilling in his Pocket to hire him a better.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace Dog.&mdash; Thou art not worthy to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e kick'd&mdash; If you can &s;toop to flatter him, <STAGE>pointing to the Captain</STAGE> thus, you'd be content to do the mo&s;t &s;ordid thing in the world for a liveli|hood.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall we &s;tay to hear this Fellow prate?</P>
<STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll only ju&s;t &s;tep in with the&s;e, and order my Maids what to do; and I'll be back again in an in&s;tant. <STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Thais, Che. <HI>and the Black.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I ll go before&mdash; B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t do you &s;tay and wait upon my Mi&s;tre&s;s. <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Gnatho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="83" REF="59">Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fie! 'tis beneath a General to Squire his own Mi&s;tre&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Parmeno.</STAGE> Why &s;hould I &s;pend my Breath upon thee?&mdash; <HI>Like Ma&s;ter like Man.</HI></P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Parmeno.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha, ha, he.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What d'ye laugh at? <STAGE>Somewhat &s;urlily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why what you ju&s;t now &s;aid: Be&s;ides you put me in mind of the <HI>Rhodian</HI> Spark, and I cou'dn't forbear&mdash; but here's Madam <HI>Tha<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"></HI> again.</P>
<P><HI>Re-enter</HI> Thais, Pythia <HI>and Attendants.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Run home and &s;ee that all the Rooms <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">o ready.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm gone Sir. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Gnatho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Pythia.</STAGE> Be &s;ure <HI>Pythia</HI> take care to do what I bid ye&mdash; if Mr. <HI>Chremes</HI> &s;hou'd chance to come to day, de&s;ire him to &s;tay a little; if he's in ha&s;te, beg him to come another time; if he can't do that, &s;end him over to the Captains to me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyt.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold&mdash; I had &s;omething el&s;e to &s;ay.&mdash; Let me &s;ee,&mdash; O I remember't&mdash; Be &s;ure you make much of the young Gentlewoman. Do you keep home. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Pythia</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now let's march.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you follow me. <STAGE><HI>to the Attendants. As they go off one way, enter</HI> Chremes <HI>alone another way.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>In troth the more I think and chew upon this bu&s;ine&s;s, the more I'm afraid that this <HI>Thais</HI> &s;hould play me &s;ome plaguy Dog-trick or other; I find my &s;elf damnably wheadl d by her. When &s;he fir&s;t &s;ent for me,any man might have won|dered what bu&s;ine&s;s I had there; Faith I cou'dn't tell my &s;elf: but when I came, &s;he immediately ca&s;ts about for Fetches and Excu&s;es to make me
<PB N="84" REF="60"> tarry. I have, (&s;ays &s;he) ju&s;t now been at my Devotion, therefore more fit to di&s;cour&s;e of grave and &s;erious Matters. At that my Heart mi&s;gave me plaguily. She drew a Chair and &s;at down by me, and fawning upon me, &s;he began to pump for di&s;cour&s;e. When &s;he had nothing el&s;e to &s;ay, &s;he'd fall a asking me, <HI>How long my Father and Mother had been dead?</HI> I told her, <HI>a pretty while &s;ince:</HI> Then, <HI>whether I had not a Seat at</HI> Sunio, <HI>and how far it &s;tood off the Sea.</HI> Pox! I believe &s;he liked the Situation her &s;elf, and had a mind to gull me out on't. And la&s;tly, <HI>If I hadn't lo&s;t a young Si&s;ter thence? and who was with her then? What &s;he had about her whenlo&s;t? Whether 'twas po&s;&s;ible for one to know her again?</HI> And &s;uch like Stuff. I can't imagine why the De'el &s;he ask'd all the&s;e Que&s;tions; without &s;he de&s;igns to put her &s;elf upon me in&s;tead of this lo&s;t Si&s;ter; as it is the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">mpudence of the&s;e Jades. However if &s;he is alive, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> is ju&s;t Sixteen and no more: but this &s;ame <HI>Thais</HI> is &s;omewhat older than my &s;elf&mdash; She has &s;ent again to beg of me very earue&s;tly to come.&mdash; <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ow let her tell her bu&s;ine&s;s plainl, or trouble me o more. I ll be hangd if &s;he catch me here a third <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ime. So ho! within there! &s;oho! <HI>knocks at the Door.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>within</HI> Who is there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>C<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis I, my Names <HI>Chreme<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI></P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Pythia.</STAGE>
<P><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> prett<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> little Squire is it you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>So&mdash; I &s;aid as much, this wheadling bode<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> good <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyt.</SPEAKER>
<P>M Lady humbly de&s;ires you to come again to morr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm to go into the Country.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>For love's &s;ake Sir, do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I tell you plainly I can't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why then, Sir, &s;tay but a little till my La|dy comes bac<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="85" REF="60">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith I don't intend it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why not, dear Mr <HI>Chremcs.</HI> <STAGE>Fawningly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox take ye for a di&s;&s;embling Baggage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well if you be re&s;olved, I be&s;eech ye Sir, to give your &s;elf the trouble of &s;tepping over to her where &s;he is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I dont care if I do that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to them within.</STAGE> <HI>Doria!</HI> <STAGE>Enter <HI>Doria.</HI></STAGE> Go quickly and &s;hew this Gentleman over to the Captain's. <STAGE>Exeunt &s;everally.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Antipho <HI>alone.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ye&s;terday a Knot of good Fellows of us were got together at <HI>Pireo,</HI> where we clubb d to have a Fea&s;t to d<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">y. We cho&s;e <HI>Cherea</HI> for our Steward. The Forfeits were all laid down, and time and place agreed upon. The time's pa&s;t, and at the place they know nothing on't; our Gentleman Steward has given us the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ip, and Faith I can't tell what to &s;ay, or think o' th' Bu&s;ine&s;s.&mdash; The re&s;t of the Company have employed me to hunt about for him; I think I d as good call in at his Fa|ther's&mdash; <STAGE><HI>di&s;covering</HI> Cherea.</STAGE> But who is yonder a coming out of <HI>Thais</HI>'s Hou&s;e? is it he, or is it not he?&mdash; As I live 'tis he&mdash; He day! what a Toy of a man have we got here?&mdash; What means thi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> di&s;gui&s;e?&mdash; what unaccountable freak is this? I am puzzled, and cant imagin for my Heart what's the matter? what&s;oever it be I will know before I &s;tir a foot. <STAGE>Retires a little on one &s;ide.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Cherea, <HI>looking caution&s;ly about.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf &s;oftly.</STAGE> But is no body here now? Not a Mortal.&mdash; Does no body dog me?&mdash; Not &s;o much as my Shadow.&mdash; Shall I now give vent to my &s;welling Joys?&mdash; Oh Heavens! what wou'd I give for &s;ome good Body to cut my Throat immediately, that in the height of this Joy I may end my Life without the lea&s;t da&s;h of mis|fortune.&mdash; But
<PB N="86" REF="61"> is there never a curious inqui&s;i|tive Fellow following me clo&s;e upon the Heel, to deafen and murder me with Que&s;tion upon Que&s;tion at every turn? As, <HI>Why &s;o tran&s;ported? Why &s;o wonderful merry? Whither away &s;o fa&s;t? Whence came ye? Where got ye this Garb? What Frolick's this? Are ye in your Wits? or are ye &s;tark mad?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>advancing nigher.</STAGE> Faith, I'll e'en up to him, and do him that favour my &s;elf.&mdash; <HI>Cherea,</HI> what is't you chuckle at &s;o? what means this fool's Coat? why &s;o merry about the Mouth? Hey brave! what d'ye mean? D'ye pretend to be in your wits? what d'ye &s;tare for?&mdash; <STAGE>Here they &s;tare upon one another</STAGE> what never a word?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Huzzah! This is a day of Jubilee! well met old Soul! Gad take me, there's not a Man alive I'd have wi&s;h'd for &s;o &s;oon as thy dear &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee tell me this mighty bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>And prithee dear Rogue prepare thy &s;elf to receive it then.&mdash; I &s;uppo&s;e you know my Bro|ther's Mi&s;tre&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, you mean <HI>Thais</HI> I &s;uppo&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>The very &s;ame</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thought I knew her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>This day a pretty young Female was pre&s;ented to her. But why &s;hould I &s;tand prating, and commending her charming Face to thee my Friend, when thou knowe&s;t &s;o well what a Cri|tick I am in Beauties?&mdash; In &s;hort &s;he fired my Blood.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say you &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay Boy, had you but &s;een her, I'm &s;ure you'd &s;ay &s;he was the Miracle of her Sex. But to leave impertinencies, I was pre&s;ently in up to the Ears; And as good luck would have it, we had an <HI>Eunuch</HI> at home, which my Brother bought
<PB N="87" REF="61"> for his Mi&s;tre&s;s, but wasn't yet delivered to her. Our Man <HI>Parmeno</HI> gave me an Item of a De&s;ign, which I immediately put in Execution.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>And what was that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be patient and you'll hear't the &s;ooner. It was to change Cloaths with the <HI>Eunuch,</HI> and for me to be pre&s;ented in&s;tead of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>What for the <HI>Eunuch?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ev'n &s;o old Boy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee what advantage could you propo&s;e to your &s;elf by that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's worth the asking indeed, why to &s;ee her, di&s;cour&s;e with her, and be alone with the pretty Creature I loved (ye Rogue.) And d'ye make nothing of this now?&mdash; In &s;hort pre&s;ented I was to <HI>Thais,</HI> who as &s;oon as &s;he received me, ve|ry joyfully brought me home; and committed the Beautiful Creature to my charge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>To who&s;e Charge? to thine?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, to mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry, &s;he was in &s;afe Hands!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>She ordered that not a Man &s;hould com<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> nigh her but my &s;elf, and charg'd me not to &s;tir a &s;tep from her; and that She and I &s;hould be alone together in the Parlour. I look'd as if Butter would not melt in my Mouth, and cry'd, <HI>Yes Madam.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Lord help thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>She told me &s;he was going out to Supper; And with that drew all her Train after her, ex|cept a few raw new comers to attend the fair Stranger. Tho&s;e prepared a Bath for my Angel: I urg'd 'em to ha&s;ten't as much as they cou'd. Whil&s;t they were about it, this &s;weet Creature was &s;itting in a Withdrawing Room, ca&s;ting her Eyes upon a fair Piece, which was the picture of <HI>Jupiter,</HI> who (as the &s;tory goes) came down into <HI>Danae's</HI> Lap
<PB N="88" REF="62"> in a Shower of Gold. I made bold to dart a Look that way too, and finding how like the Intrigue was to mine, I cou'dn't but be<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ten times the more tickled at the Conceit on't. That a very God &s;hould transform him&s;elf into a Mortal, and pri|vately &s;teal through the Tyles of another Man's Hou&s;e, and &s;o drop like a Shower into his Mi|&s;tre&s;&s;es Arms. But what God, thought I, was this? Why no le&s;s a God than the Thunderer him|&s;elf, who &s;hakes the Battlements of Heaven. And &s;hould Fle&s;h and Blood refu&s;e to follow his Exam|ple? I'll do't, and with all my Soul too. While the&s;e thoughts were working in my Head, they call'd her away to the Bath, &s;he goes, &s;he wa&s;hes, &s;he comes back: And then they put her to Bed, I &s;tood waiting for the word of Command. At la&s;t comes one to me, <HI>Prithee do you</HI> Dorus <HI>take this Fan, and cool the young Gentlewoman thus, the time we are Bathing. When we have done, you may bath if you've a mind to't.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'd a given the whole almo&s;t t'have &s;een that impudent Face of thine at that time; how you carried your &s;elf; and how like a great Booby you managed the Fan.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>The words were &s;carce out of her Mouth, but the<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> all ru&s;h'd out of the Room to the Bath, and &s;et up a Gaggle, as Servants do when their Ma&s;ter's Back's turn'd. Mean time my dear Lady falls into a &s;weet &s;leep; with that I cunningly ca&s;ts a Sheep's E<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e askiew through the Fan, <STAGE>&s;hewing him how he look'd</STAGE> and took a &s;ide|long Glance round the Room to &s;ee that the Coa&s;t was clear.&mdash; I finding all right, made fa&s;t the Door.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>What then brave Boy?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>How? what then? Simpleton!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Simpleton indeed!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Should I have neglected &s;uch a &s;hort,
<PB N="89" REF="62"> wi&s;hed for, and unexpected Opportunity, when it dropt into my very Mouth. I mu&s;t ha' been a very <HI>Eunuch</HI> indeed then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith Boy, thou'rt in the right.&mdash; But in the mean time what's become of our Treat?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis ju&s;t ready.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth, thou 'rt a brave Fellow. But where is't? At your Hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>No; at old <HI>Harry Platters.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's plaguy way off.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>We mu&s;t go the fa&s;ter then, that's all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>But won't you change your Cloaths.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>How can I? Pox on't! I'm quite bani&s;h'd home, for fear my Brother &s;hould &s;ee me, and what's wor&s;e, le&s;t my old Father &s;hould become out of the Country.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why then e'en let's go to our Hou&s;e; that's the nighe&s;t place I can think of, to &s;hift your &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's right; let's away then and lay our Heads together, how my Dear may be for ever mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Match then.</P>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The end of the Third Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT IV.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Doria</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone, with a Casket under her Arm.</STAGE>
<P>AS I'm a living Soul, as much as I can gather from the Captain's humour, I'm terribly a|f<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">aid this Swaggerer &s;hould make &s;ome di&s;tur|bance to day, and fall foul upon my Lad<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">. For as &s;oon as young <HI>Chremes,</HI> the Gentlewoman's Bro|ther came thither, &s;he askt leave of the Captain to <HI>have him admitted.</HI> He began to huff and be an|gry, but yet dur&s;t not deny her. Be&s;ides, my La|dy
<PB N="90" REF="63"> urg'd him to de&s;ire the Gentleman to <HI>&s;it down and welcom,</HI> becau&s;e &s;he'd have him &s;tay there, for this wasn't a proper time to tell him all &s;he had a mind to about his Si&s;ter. At la&s;t with a dogged Look, he coldly bids him welcom. The Gentle|man &s;taid, and my Lady began to di&s;cour&s;e. This Captain Huff-cap imagining he had been a Rival brought under his No&s;e to affront him, thought he would do &s;omething that &s;hould plague her too. <HI>Hark ye,</HI> &s;ays he, <HI>go for</HI> Pamphila, <HI>to give us a Song. By no means in the World,</HI> crys my Lady; <HI>What &s;hould &s;uch a Wench do at a Fea&s;t?</HI> The Cap|tain being &s;et upon't fell to wrangling. Mean time the cunning Creature whips her Gold and Jewels into this Casket, and &s;lipt it into my Hand to carry off; which is a certain &s;ign &s;he won't be long behind, as &s;oon as &s;he can get away.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Phedrie <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>As I was walking to our Country Hou&s;e upon the Road, (as 'tis u&s;ual with people when they are unea&s;ie) a thou&s;and thoughts came run|ning into my Head one after another, which I took all in the wor&s;t Sen&s;e: To be &s;hort, whil&s;t I was mu&s;ing upon the&s;e things, I pa&s;s'd by my Hou&s;e unawares, and had got half a Mile before I perceiv'd it; upon that I turn'd back with a Heart as heavy as Lead.&mdash; When I was ju&s;t got by the way to the Hou&s;e, I &s;tood &s;till, and be|gan to think thus with my &s;elf: <HI>What? mu&s;t I be forc'd to &s;tay here eight and forty long hours without her?&mdash; What of all that?&mdash; A meer trifle!&mdash; How a trifle?&mdash; What if I can't ki&s;s her Hand, yet 'tis very hard if I can't have one look at her? If I can't have the one, &s;ure I may have the other: Tis better to be almo&s;t di&s;tanc'd, than to be quite thrown out of the Race.</HI> With that I went by on purpo&s;e.&mdash; But hold, what makes <HI>Pythia</HI> run out of Doors in &s;uch a fright?</P>
<STAGE><PB N="91" REF="63"><HI>Enter</HI> Pythia <HI>looking about.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to her &s;elf.</STAGE> Where's this cur&s;ed, wicked Creature&mdash; Wretch that I am! where &s;hall I find him? Or where &s;hall I look for him?&mdash; That ever any man &s;hould have the impudence to offer at &s;uch a Villany!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas! my Heart mi&s;gives me &s;trangely.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to her &s;elf.</STAGE> Nay more than that; after the Villain had abus'd the Girl, he tears her Cloaths, and drags her up and down by the Hair o'th Head.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>How's this? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to her &s;elf.</STAGE> O that I had but the Rogue in my Clutches now!&mdash; How I would claw the Eyes of the Whores-bird!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't imagin what great di&s;order here has been in my ab&s;ence&mdash; I'll e'en &s;tep to her <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>To</HI> Pyth.</STAGE> What's the matter? whither in &s;uch ha&s;te? whom d'ye look for, <HI>Pythia?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, Mr <HI>Phedrie!</HI> Whom look for &s;ay ye? a Cur&s;e upon you and your precious Pre&s;ents both together.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee tell me what's the matter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Matter, quoth I?&mdash; Your <HI>Eunuch</HI> that you gave us, what wicked Work has he made here? He has gone and ravi&s;h'd the young Gen|tlewoman the Captain gave my Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>in a maze.</STAGE> What &s;ay'&s;t thou?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm quite undone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay and drunk too, I think.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Would the wor&s;t of mine Enemies were as drunk as I am.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Law, <HI>Pythia,</HI> wasn't it a very prodigi|ous thing, ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou'rt certainly mad.&mdash; How is it po&s;&s;ible for an <HI>Eunuch</HI> to do this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="92" REF="64">Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't tell what he was; but what he has done, 'tis plain. The poor young Creature is all in Tears, neither can ye get one Word from her. This precious Rogue hides his Head now. I'm wofully afraid he has finger'd &s;omewhat out o'th' Hou&s;e too, when he ran away.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis a wonder to me &s;uch a Limber-hamm'd Dog &s;hou'd get out of &s;ight &s;o &s;oon, unle&s;s he has ho<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s'd him&s;elf at my Father's.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear Sir, &s;tep in and &s;ee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall know that pre&s;ently.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit-</HI>Phedrie.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Gemini! Prithee my Dear, did you ever hear of &s;uch a horrid Prank before? I never did.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly I have heard &s;ay, the&s;e <HI>Eunuchs</HI> are great Admirers of fine Women, but can do nothing but &s;labber them over. But I, like a &s;illy Jade as I was, never thought of this: If I had, I &s;hould have lockt up my Gentleman, and have kept the Girl far enough from his reach.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Re-enter</HI> Phedrie <HI>dragging in</HI> Dorus <HI>by the Ears.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come out ye infamous Dog!&mdash; What d'ye hang an Ar&s;e ye Runagate Scoundrel!&mdash; Thou damnable Bargain out of your Kennel.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do but &s;ee what a damn'd Friday-face the J<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">il-bird makes? How came you hither again?&mdash; Why this change of Habit I pray?&mdash; What an&s;wer Dog?&mdash; Had I &s;taid but a minute longer, <HI>Py|thia,</HI> I had mi&s;s doth Rogue, you &s;ee hes ju&s;t equipt for the March.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>O dear Sir, have ye met with the Ra&s;cal?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Met with him? Ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth</SPEAKER>
<P>That's good Luck indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay &s;pecial good Luck upo' my word:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>What ha ye done with him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="93" REF="64">Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Done with him? Can't ye &s;ee before ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whom &s;hou'd I &s;ee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Fellow here. <STAGE><HI>Pointing to</HI> Dorus.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>What of this Fellow here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>The &s;ame that was &s;ent to your Hou&s;e to day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>I dare &s;wear Sir, none of our Hou&s;e e're &s;et eye upon him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure they were blind then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Sir, can ye believe this to be the Man that was brought to our <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ou&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Believe't? The De'el <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> el&s;e had I to &s;end.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fie!&mdash; there's no Compari&s;on to be made between this and that; for that other had a fine Air, and look'd like a Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, &s;o you thought, becau&s;e he had got his gay Cloaths on: now he has alter'd his Habit, you take him for an ugly Creature.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Sir, don't per&s;wade me to't, as if there were no more difference than that comes to. Why he that we had to day was &s;uch a fine young Fellow, 'twould ha' done your Heart good to have &s;een him. This is a dry, decrepit, drowzy-head|ed Fumbler, and looks like a Weezle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Sdeath! What &s;tuff's this?&mdash; You've brought me to that pa&s;s, that for my part I know not what I've done my &s;elf.&mdash; Come hither Sirrah, <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Dorus</STAGE> Didn't I buy ye, and pay for ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, an't plea&s;e you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now pray Sir, let me have one pull at him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Were you at our Hou&s;e to day? <STAGE>He nods</STAGE> L<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ok ye, he denies it,&mdash; He that <HI>Parmen)</HI> brought was but &s;ixteen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="94" REF="65">Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well I'll at him once again my &s;elf. Fir&s;t, tell me how you came by the&s;e Cloaths? What ha' you lo&s;t you Tongue?&mdash; Ye ugly Dog, why don't ye an&s;wer me? <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>One Mr <HI>Cherea</HI> came.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not my Brother I hope?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>When?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>To day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>How long ago?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>But a little while.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who did he come with?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Parmeno,</HI> an't plea&s;e you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did you know him before?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Sir, nor ever heard of his name.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>How came ye then to know 'twas my Bro|ther?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Parmeno</HI> told me &s;o.&mdash; And 'twas <HI>Cherea</HI> gave me the&s;e Cloaths&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Confu&s;ion!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; And put on mine, and away they went together.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Phedrie.</STAGE> So Sir, Who's drunk now? 'Twas I fill'd your Head with Stories, wasn't it? Now 'tis as clear as the Sun, that the poor Gen|tlewoman's ravi&s;h'd. <STAGE>Weeps.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away ye Bea&s;t,&mdash; D'ye believe one word this Fellow prates?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Fig for believing! The thing's plain e|nough of it &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>&s;oftly to</HI> Dorus.</STAGE> Come a little this way, Dye mind me Sirrah?&mdash; Nigher yet.&mdash; That's well.&mdash; Let me hear this Bu&s;ine&s;s once again, Did <HI>Cherea</HI> take your Cloaths from ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>He did Sir,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>And put 'em on him&s;elf?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>And was &s;ent hither in your &s;tead.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, that he was.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="95" REF="65">Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Heavens! This is the mo&s;t wicked impudent Dog living. <STAGE>Aloud in a pa&s;&s;ion.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas Sir! Are ye not convinc'd that we have been mo&s;t ba&s;ely abu&s;ed?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>No wonder if a crack'd Chamber-maid be|lieves this Scoundrel: <STAGE><HI>Angrily to</HI> Pyth.</STAGE>&mdash; But the truth on't is, I am &s;omewhat gravell'd my &s;elf <STAGE>&s;oftly</STAGE>&mdash; Hark ye Sirrah, deny all, or I'll cut your Throat <STAGE><HI>a&s;ide to</HI> Dorus</STAGE>&mdash; Can't I rack the Truth out of ye to day? Did ye &s;ee my Brother <HI>Cherea?</HI> <STAGE><HI>Aloud to</HI> Dorus.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>No indeed, Sir. <STAGE>Fearfully.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ee there's nothing to be done without blows.&mdash; This way ye Dog&mdash; He hunts Coun|ter.&mdash; Down o' your Knees, and ask me pardon.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> Dorus.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>kneeling.</STAGE> Good Sir, I be&s;eech ye, forgive me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Into your Kennel then. <STAGE>Beats him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hey, hey. <STAGE>Runs out howling.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith I cou'dn't tell how to make a fair come off without this Stratagem. If &s;o, the thing's pa&s;t cure. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>&mdash; D'ye think ye Ra&s;cal to make a May-game of me. <STAGE><HI>Aloud to</HI> Dorus.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE>Exit after him.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Life on't, this damn'd plot is of <HI>Parmeno</HI>'s contriving.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may &s;wear it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'faith I'll pay him in his own Coyn before I &s;leep.&mdash; But prithee <HI>Doria,</HI> what wou'd&s;t ad|vi&s;e me i'th Ca&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mean in the young Gentlewoman's Bu&s;ine&s;s?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, whether we had be&s;t keep it to our &s;elves, or tell on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>In tr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th, if you're wi&s;e, take no notice of the <HI>Eunuch,</HI> or the Girl either: for by that means
<PB N="96" REF="66"> you'll keep out of harms way, and oblige our La|dy be&s;ides. You need only &s;ay the <HI>Eunuch</HI> has gi|ven us the &s;lip:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll follow your Coun&s;el.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>But yonder comes Mr. <HI>Chremes;</HI>&mdash; My Lady isn't far behind then</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>What makes ye think &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e the Captain and &s;he were almo&s;t at Daggers drawing when I left em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then away with the Casket quick:&mdash; I'll learn of this Gentleman what's to do.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Doria.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>To her, enter</HI> Chremes <HI>half drunk.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Hey-dazy!&mdash; I ha' been finely bubbled I'faith.&mdash; This Wine has been too hard for me.&mdash; The time I was toping,&mdash; I thought my &s;elf as &s;ober as a Judge,&mdash; But when I came to try my Legs,&mdash; S bud my Feet nor my head knew which was to go uppermo&s;t.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Mr. <HI>Chremes!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who's that?&mdash; Oh, the pretty, pretty, <HI>Phythie!</HI> Why thou art worth forty of the <HI>Phythies</HI> I &s;aw la&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>And upo' my Word you're forty times more plea&s;ant than you were before.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>The old Saying's very true, <HI>If twasn't for Meat and good Drink the Women might gnaw the Sheets.</HI>&mdash; But your Mi&s;tre&s;s has been come home a long time I &s;uppo&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why is &s;he come from the Captain's then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh a damnable while&mdash; They were quarrelling like Dog and Cat.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Didn't &s;he de&s;ire ye to follow her?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, &s;he only tipp'd a Wink at me as &s;he went away.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>And wasn't that Item enough?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Faith: I cou'dn't tell what her wink|ing
<PB N="97" REF="66"> and twinking meant till the Captain very civil|ly gave me to under&s;tand it by thru&s;ting me Head and Shoulders after her.&mdash; But &s;ee &s;he's upo' th' Back on's already.&mdash; I wonder what Devil brought me hither before her. <STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Thais.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to her&s;elf.</STAGE> I believe this hectoring Bully will be upon my Back pre&s;ently to take away the Girl by force: Ay let him come: if he offers to touch her but with one finger I'll pluck his Eyes out;&mdash; I can away with his Impertinencies and big Words, as long as they are but Words; but i'faith if he comes to touch our <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">opyhold once, I'll make him &s;mart for't. <STAGE>Angrity.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah Madam, I've been here a long while.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>My dear <HI>Chremes!</HI> 'twas you I wanted; Arn't you &s;en&s;ible this Quarrel was upo' your ac|count? And the whole bu&s;ine&s;s a concern of yours?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Of mine? Pray how &s;o? As if I had been&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whil&s;t I'm taking pains to help you to your Si&s;ter, and re&s;tore her to ye, I'm forc'd to &s;it down with the&s;e and a thou&s;and &s;uch like Affronts.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Madam, where is &s;he now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>At home at my Hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! <STAGE>Concern'dly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the Matter? you needn't fear; for her education hasn't been beneath her &s;elf, or you either.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that you &s;ay?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing but the truth. I freely give her to ye, and &s;hant expect a Farthing for my pains,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thank ye Madam, and &s;hall endeavour to make ye amends when time &s;erves.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>But have a care Sir, you don't lo&s;e her be|fore you have her, for tis &s;he the Captain is coming to plunder us of by force of Arms.&mdash; D'ye hear, <HI>Pythia,</HI> run n and fetch the Casket and To<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ens quick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>di&s;covering</HI> Thra&s;o <HI>and his party.</HI></STAGE> D'ye &s;ee 'em Madam?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="98" REF="67">Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where is't &s;et, Madam?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>In the Che&s;t of Drawers.&mdash; D'ye move no fa&s;ter ye Baggage? <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Pythia.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What an Army has this Fellow mu&s;ter'd up again&s;t ye?&mdash; Lamentable!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Cow-hearted my Dear?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;haw, I Cow-hearted? I'm as bold as a Lion. <STAGE>Struts.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, and &s;o you had need.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah Madam, I doubt ye take me for <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">a&mdash; &s;trange Fellow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>However take this for your comfort, this Fellow you're to deal with is a perfect Stranger, has le&s;s Intere&s;t, le&s;s Acquaintance, and fewer Freinds to back him than you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I know too: But 'tisn't for a wi&s;e Man to &s;tand behind an A&s;s when he kicks. I'd rather prevent a Quarrel before hand, than revenge it afterward.&mdash; Do you run in and Barricade the Door, whil&s;t I run to the <HI>Piazza,</HI> and fetch the Con&s;table to keep the Peace. <STAGE>Going off.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>catching him by the Cloak.</STAGE> Hold Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I had better go.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stand your ground pray. <STAGE>&s;till holding him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray let me go, I'll be back again in an in&s;tant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, you need not call any help&mdash; do but tell him &s;he is your Si&s;ter, and that you lo&s;t her when &s;he was young, and are now come to the knowledge of her, then &s;hew him the Tokens.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Re-enter</HI> Pythia <HI>with the Casket.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here they are Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you take 'em Sir.&mdash; <STAGE>Chr. <HI>takes the Casket.</HI></STAGE> If he offers the lea&s;t violence you may have him before his Betters:&mdash; You under&s;tand me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes very well</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be &s;ure you &s;peak this with a good Cou|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">age.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="99" REF="67">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Edad, and &s;o I will. <STAGE>&s;truts and puts his Arms a Kimbow.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Up with your Cloak Man&mdash; Dear Heart I've pitch'd upon a Champion that wants one him|&s;elf. <STAGE>A&s;ide Exeunt on one &s;ide.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter on the other &s;ide</HI> Thra&s;o, Gnatho, Sanga, <HI>Ser|vants with Link-boys, Fire-forks, Shovels, Di&s;h|clouts,</HI> &amp;c.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prethee <HI>Gnatho;</HI> Is't for a Man of Honour to put up &s;uch a notorious Affront as this? I'll dye upo' th' &s;pot fir&s;t.&mdash; <HI>Simalio, Donax, Syri&s;cus,</HI> follow your Leader.&mdash; Fir&s;t I'll &s;torm their Ca&s;tle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then I'll carry off the Dam&s;el triumphant|ly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Better and better.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And la&s;tly, I'll put the Jilt under &s;evere Contributions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;t of all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Advance <HI>Donax</HI> with your Truncheon, and Command the main Body.&mdash; <HI>Simalio</HI> Com|mand you the Left Wing, and you <HI>Syri&s;cus</HI> the Right.&mdash; Where are the re&s;t? Where's Captain <HI>Sanga</HI> with his Ragged Regiment?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Sanga.</STAGE> Ye lazy Son of a Whore! D'ye think to engage the Enemy with a Di&s;h-clout, what did you bring that for?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who I, Sir? Why I knew the Prowe&s;s of my General, and the Carriage of his Souldiers &s;o well, that they could never part without Blood and Wounds, &s;o I brought this to wipe 'em withal.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where's all the re&s;t of 'em?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>The re&s;t, with a vengeance? There's only <HI>Sannio</HI> left to keep the Hou&s;e from running away.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gnatho do you &s;et 'em all in Rank and File.&mdash; I'll bring up the Rear, and there give the Signal for the On&s;et.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>This 'tis to be Wi&s;e: When he has drawn
<PB N="100" REF="68"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">p his Men in Battalia, he'll make &s;ure of one <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">Po&s;t for his own retreat. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>This was always the F&mdash; K&mdash; 's way.</P>
<P><STAGE>Chremes <HI>and</HI> Thais <HI>appear above.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye ob&s;erve, Madam, what this Cut|throat's about? I &s;ee my Coun&s;el wasn't ami&s;s when I advis'd ye to Barricade the Door.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;haw! This Fellow that you take for a Hector, is as Faint-hearted as a Town Bully.&mdash; Bear up Man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Gnatho.</STAGE> What had we be&s;t do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Had we but a Mortar now to play upon 'em under the Covert way; one Bomb wou'd make 'em &s;camper.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>di&s;covering</HI> Thais.</STAGE> But hold, yonder's the Enemy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall we give the A&s;&s;ault, noble General?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold I &s;ay.&mdash; Wi&s;e Commanders u&s;ually &s;end a Summons before they Storm: Perhaps &s;he'll &s;urrender upon Di&s;cretion before we make the A&s;&s;ault.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh wonderful! What plaguy things the&s;e Politicks are? I never am in your company, but I go away the wi&s;er for't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Thais.</STAGE> <HI>Thais</HI> an&s;wer me the fir&s;t Arti|cle, when I gave ye <HI>Pamphila,</HI> didn't ye promi&s;e me &s;o many days to my &s;elf?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>What of all that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's a pretty Que&s;tion!&mdash; Didn't ye bring one of your Gallants under my No&s;e? What bu&s;ine&s;s had ye together? Why did you &s;link away with him from my Hou&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Cau&s;e 'twas my Plea&s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why then deliver up <HI>Pamphila,</HI> unle&s;s you'd have her carried off by force.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Deliver her to thee? Touch her if you <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e: Thou wor&s;t of&mdash; <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="101" REF="68">Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Chremes.</STAGE> Hah! Sir have a care, not a word more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you prate, Buffoon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shan't I touch what's my own?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thine, Villain?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Chremes</STAGE> I &s;ay once again, have a care Friend; I &s;ee you don't know who you &s;peak to?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Gnatho.</STAGE> Won't ye be gone, ye Ra&s;cal <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Thra&s;o</STAGE> And you, Captain Swa&s;h, d'ye know what to tru&s;t to? If ye give us the lea&s;t di&s;tur|bance here, I'll make ye remember the Place, the Dav, and Per&s;on you affront too, as long as you breathe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Chremes.</STAGE> Poor Wretch! I pity ye, that ye &s;hou'd provoke &s;o great a Man to be your Enemy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll crack your Fools Pate for ye, if ye ben't gone pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>G<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">na.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say you &s;o, Mr. <HI>Snarle?</HI> Are your Hands &s;o heavy?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Chremes.</STAGE> Pray who are you for a Man? What wou'd you have? And what have yo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">o do with the Girl?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>That ye &s;hall know pre&s;ently: Fir&s;t, I &s;ay &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e's Free-born.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>So!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And a Citizen of <HI>Athens.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>How!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And my Si&s;ter too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Impudence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Therefore Captain, <STAGE>Jeeringly.</STAGE> I tell ye once for all, lay hands on her if you dare.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Thais</STAGE> Now, Madam, I'll &s;tep and fetch <HI>Sopl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ona,</HI> the Nur&s;e, and &s;hew her the Tokens.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why will you, Sir, hinder me from med|dling with what's my own?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, that I will. <STAGE>Withdraws.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Thra&s;o.</STAGE> Bear witne&s;s, this <HI>Chremes</HI> own <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> him&s;elf a Thief, he has done his own bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to.</HI> Thais</STAGE> Do you &s;ay the &s;ame too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="102" REF="69">Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Go look. <STAGE>Withdraws.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE><HI>Here</HI> Thra&s;o <HI>and</HI> Gnatho <HI>&s;tare at one another.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;hall we do next?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>E'n let's march home again&mdash; By and by &s;he'll come fawning like a Spaniel to beg your Pardon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Think ye &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing more certain, I know the humour of the&s;e women well enough; when you will, they won't, and when you won't, they will.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou ha&s;t hit it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall I di&s;mi&s;s the Army?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>When you will.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Sanga.</STAGE> Well Captain, you and yours are di&s;charg'd, now like a noble General take your Army into Quarters of Refre&s;hment i'th' Kitchin.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth my belly chym'd Cupboard above half an hour ago.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;aid <HI>Tom Prog.</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Follow your Leader. <STAGE>Exeunt &s;houting</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The End of the Fourth Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT V.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Thais <HI>and</HI> Pythia.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE> D'Ye &s;peak in Riddles &s;till ye dirty Quean? <STAGE>In another Tone mock|ing her.</STAGE> <HI>I do know, I don't know, he's fled, I heard on't, but was not there.</HI> Hu&s;&s;y, can't ye tell me in plain terms whatever the Matter is. The poor Girl's Gown's rent, &s;he's all in Tears, and won't &s;peak. The <HI>Eunuch</HI>'s fled too; But why?&mdash; What's done?&mdash; What no an&s;wer?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, Madam, What wou'd ye ha' me &s;ay? when they all affirm 'twasn't a <HI>Eunuch</HI> that was here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="103" REF="69">Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who was't then<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>One Mr. <HI>Cherea.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Mr. <HI>Cherea?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>The young Gentleman, <HI>Phedrie</HI>'s Brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat's that ye &s;ay ye VVitch?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing but what is certainly true.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray what &s;hould he do here? Upon what account came he hither, pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't gue&s;s, unle&s;s he was in Love with <HI>Pamphila.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>'S death, I'm undone then, all my Mea|&s;ures are broken if this be true. Is<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t for this the poor Creature bemoans her &s;elf &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>So I believe, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>How's this ye Baggage? Didn't I give you a particular Charge about her, when I went a|way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat could I do i'th' Ca&s;e? You order'd that &s;he &s;hould be wholly committed to his care?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh you Jade, you &s;et the VVolf to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">eep the Sheep: I'm a&s;ham'd to the Soul to be &s;o cur&s;ed|ly fool<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Seeing</HI> Cherea <HI>afar off.</HI></STAGE> But what fellow<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s that?</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Cherea <HI>at a di&s;tance &s;till in the</HI> Eunuch'<HI>s Dre&s;s.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">S't, Madam! Patience I be&s;eech ye: All's well, we have got our Spark in Lob's pound.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where is he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>'S't! on the Left-hand; Don't you &s;ee him?&mdash; look there then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ee him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Seize him immediately.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>What can we do to him, Fool!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do to him, &s;ay ye?&mdash; See, I be&s;eech you, what a cur&s;ed impudent Look he has got,&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ee no &s;uch thing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>And with what Confidence he comes to us.</P>
<PB N="102" REF="70">
<GAP DESC="duplicate" EXTENT="1 page">
<PB N="103" REF="70">
<GAP DESC="duplicate" EXTENT="1 page">
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="104" REF="71">Che.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> <HI>Antipho</HI>'s Father and Mother were both at home, as if they'd &s;taid there on pur|po&s;e, that I cou'dn't po&s;&s;ibly g<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t in without being di&s;cover'd. The time I was i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> th' Porch, an Ac|quaintance o'mine came that way. Upon this, I takes me to my heels as fa&s;t as I cou'd, runs into a blind Alley, then to another, and &s;o to a third. Thus did I dance up and down in a Peck of Trou|bles to prevent a di&s;covery.&mdash; But hold, is that <HI>Thais?</HI> The very &s;ame.&mdash; I'm at a plaguy &s;tand what to do.&mdash; P&s;haw, what care I? She can neither hang, draw, nor quarter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's up to him.&mdash; O good Sir <HI>Dorus,</HI> you're welcome home.&mdash; Pray tell me, Did you run away from us?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>True as you &s;ay, Madam. <STAGE>Looks &s;imply.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>And are extreamly plea&s;ed with this vagary I warrant?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not &s;o extreamly neither Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye think you &s;hall come off &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well Madam, pardon me this one Fault, if you catch me in another hang me up.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Were you afraid that I &s;hou'd prove a har&s;h Mi&s;tre&s;s, that you ran for't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>No indeed Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Of what then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why I was only afraid this woman &s;hou'd ha told Tales of me. <STAGE><HI>Pointing to</HI> Pythia.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why what have you done then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>A &s;mall matter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Impudence! A &s;mall matter d'ye call it?&mdash; Is ravi&s;hing a Virgin and a Citizen &s;o &s;mall a Matter in your account? <STAGE>In a Pa&s;&s;ion.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>I took her for one of my fellow Servants.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thy fellow Servant? I can &s;carce keep my Nails out o'th' Eyes of him.&mdash; Thou Devil incarnate! Are you come to laugh at us too? <STAGE>In a great Fury.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="105" REF="71">Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Pythia.</STAGE> Keep off you Bedlam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why Madam? As if there could ha' been any thing done to me, if I had pull'd his Locks for him, &s;ince he owns him&s;elf your Servant?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Triffling a&s;ide,&mdash; Indeed, Mr. <HI>Cherea,</HI> you ve done a very unworthy thing, and which did not become ye, for tho I had de&s;erv'd this Affront never &s;o much, yet 'twas di&s;honourable for you to do't. As I live, I know not what cour&s;e to take about the poor Girl. You've &s;o broken all my Mea&s;ures, that I can't po&s;&s;ibly return her to her Friends, neither as I ought to do, nor as I intended: that I might ingratiate my &s;elf among 'em by &s;o compleat an Obligation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, Madam, I hope to &s;ee a la&s;ting kind|ne&s;s betwixt us both. For from &s;uch bad Begin|nings as this oft the greate&s;t Friend&s;hips ri&s;e. And who knows but &s;ome lucky Star has order'd this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why truly I interpret it thus, and wi&s;h it from my Soul.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I beg it might be &s;o. Believe this one thing, 'twasn't to affront you, but pure love caus'd all this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>I do believe it, and therefore rather pa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">|don it: For I'm not of that Nature, Mr. <HI>Cherea,</HI> nor yet &s;o in&s;en&s;ible my &s;elf as not to know &s;ome what of the Power of Love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>As I hope for Happine&s;s, Madam, I'm ex|treamly taken with you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, Madam, look to your &s;elf then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>I wou'dn't hurt her if I might.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tru&s;t ye no farther than I can &s;ee ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Leave prating, Fool.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, Madam, I mu&s;t crave your A&s;&s;i&s;t|ance in this great De&s;ign. I tru&s;t and commit my &s;elf wholly to your di&s;po&s;al, and beg your Protecti|on.
<PB N="106" REF="72"> Let me die, if I don't marry her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>But what if your Father?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>What he?&mdash; I'm &s;ure of his Con&s;ent, could &s;he be prov'd to be a Gentlewoman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you plea&s;e to &s;tay a little her Brother will be here &s;trait: He's but &s;tept for the Nur&s;e that brought her up. And &s;o Sir you may be by at the Di&s;covery.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then I'll &s;tay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>I think we'd better go in i'th' mean time than &s;tay at the Door.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my Heart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye know Madam whatyou're going to do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why that Que&s;tion?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why? Sure you don't intend to take this Blade into your Hou&s;e again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tru&s;t me for once Madam, he'll make &s;ome new Di&s;turbance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee leave your tattling.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;eems you han't made &s;ufficient tryal of him then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll do no harm good Mrs <HI>Pythia.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll not tru&s;t ye an Ace good Mr. <HI>Cherea.&mdash; <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">anle&s;s your Head were off.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>But Mrs. <HI>Pythia</HI> thou &s;halt be my Keeper.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Faith, who will tru&s;t their &s;elves with you, either to keep or be kept by ye? Away with ye.&mdash;</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter at a di&s;tance</HI> Chremes <HI>and</HI> Sophrona.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>What luck's here, here's the Brother ju&s;t upon us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas-a-day! I be&s;eech ye Madam, let's in. I wou'dn't for the world be &s;een i'th' Street in this Dre&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o? 'Cau&s;e you're a&s;ham'd on't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes indeed am I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes indeed am I, &s;ay ye? For the young Woman <HI>Cherea!</HI> <STAGE>clapping her Hands at him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tha.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you go in, Sir, I'll follow ye.&mdash;</P>
<PB N="107" REF="72">
<P><STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Cherea</STAGE> But do you &s;tay here <HI>Pythia</HI> to bring in Mr. <HI>Chremes.</HI> <STAGE><HI>Exit.</HI> Thais.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to her &s;elf.</STAGE> What Trick now? what mi&s;|chief can I think of?&mdash; How &s;hall I contrive to make this Rogue <HI>Parmeno</HI> pay Sawce for this dam|nable Cheat, he has put upon us?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, be&s;tir your &s;elf Nur&s;e a little fa&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P>So I do you &s;ee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, but you don't advance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Chremes.</STAGE> Have you &s;hown Nur&s;e the Tokens?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes all of 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Sir, what &s;ays &s;he? Does &s;he know 'em again?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, and remember 'em very well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's good News introth, I wi&s;h the poor Gentlewoman well with all my Heart.&mdash; Be pleas'd to walk in, my Lady has look'd for ye &s;ome time.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Chremes <HI>and</HI> Sophrona.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Parmeno <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE>
<P>Yonder comes that precious Rogue <HI>Parmeno,</HI>&mdash; In the Name of Heaven, how unconcern'dly the Fellow &s;talks it?&mdash; But I believe I have found out a way to revenge my &s;elf on him as I wou'd wi&s;h.&mdash; I'll go in and &s;ee the Truth of this Di&s;covery, then I'll come again and fright the Ra&s;cal to &s;ome Tune. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Pythia.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>alone.</STAGE> I'm come to &s;ee how <HI>Cherea</HI> car|ries on his Intrigue; which if it be manag'd cun|ningly, goodly, goodly! what Monuments of Prai&s;e are due to my Wor&s;hip? For to &s;ay no|thing of procuring him the Per&s;on he loves with|out Trouble, Fees, or Charges, when the Amour might have proved very difficult and co&s;tly from a covetous Bawd: I've done that which I think I de&s;erve a Statue for; Having &s;hown this Spark a way to know all the tricks and cu&s;toms of the&s;e
<PB N="108" REF="73"> common Jilts, and by timely notice to abhor 'em for ever after. When they're abroad for&s;ooth, none &s;o cleanly, none &s;o modi&s;h and genteel, none &s;o delicately neat as they: when their Lady|&s;hips fea&s;t with their Gallants, they feed as nice|ly as po&s;&s;ible: But to &s;ee the in&s;atiable Gluttony, the vile Na&s;tine&s;s, the griping Penury of the&s;e fil|thy Jades at home, how greedy of a Cru&s;t, how eagerly they &s;labber and &s;o&s;s up Brown-George out of &s;tinking Pottage; to know all this before hand may be the &s;aving of a young man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>at the Door over-hearing him.</STAGE> Faith I'll be even with you for your Rogueries you've &s;aid or done; you &s;hall have &s;mall Joy Sirrah, in making Sport with us.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Pythia, <HI>taking no notice of</HI> Parmeno.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE> Ble&s;s me! what a ba&s;e unwor|thy Action's this: An unfortunate young Gentle|man! And <HI>Parmeno,</HI> an ungracious Wretch to be|tray him hither!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's in the wind now? <STAGE>A&s;ide:</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to her &s;elf</STAGE> It grieves me to the Soul Dear Heart, I left the Hou&s;e in ha&s;te to get out of the &s;ight on't&mdash; VVhat a dreadful Example do they &s;ay they'll make on him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heavens! what new mi&s;chief's this? Is my Plot come to this then?&mdash; I'll e'en &s;peak to her. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>&mdash; VVhat's the matter M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s. <HI>Py|thia?</HI> what's that you talk'd of? who's that will be made an Example?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye ask that, ye de&s;perate Fool? why you've quite ruin'd the young Gentleman you had brought for the <HI>Eunuch,</HI> when you thought, I war|rant, you had put a trick upon us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;o?&mdash; what has happen'd?&mdash; Pri|thee tell me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will &s;o.&mdash; You don't know then that
<PB N="109" REF="73"> the Girl that was pre&s;ented to my Lady to day, is a Gentlewoman o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> this Town, and her Brother a Per&s;on of Quality?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know nothing on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>But &s;o it prov<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d.&mdash; And 'twas &s;he that your poor wretch ravi&s;h'd. VVhen her Brother knew of it, a mo&s;t bloody-minded Fellow,&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat did he do? <STAGE>Fearfully.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Fir&s;t bound him Hand and Foot, 'twou'd grieve your heart to &s;ee it.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bound him? Damnation!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Tho my Lady begg'd all &s;he cou'd for him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;ay ye? <STAGE>Ha&s;tily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now he threatens to &s;erve him like a com|mon <HI>Horner,</HI> a thing I ne're &s;aw, nor wou'dn't for the world.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>With what Face can he an&s;wer &s;o great a Villany? <HI>Pyth.</HI> Why &s;o great, I be&s;eech you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why isn't it the greate&s;t of all Villanies?&mdash; Pray, who e're heard of one apprehended for a Fornicator in a common Bawdy-hou&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't tell that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>That you mayn't &s;ay you don't know on't, this I declare, and forewarn you, that 'tis no le&s;s than Mr. <HI>Phedrie</HI>'s Brother,&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>How? Prithee, 'tisn't he? Is't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Therefore your Lady had be&s;t take care he comes to no harm&mdash; But why don't I break into the Hou&s;e my &s;elf? <STAGE>Offers to go.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have a care what you do <HI>Parmeno,</HI> you'll do him no good, and ruine your &s;elf into the Bar|gain; for every body believes 'tis all your contri|vance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>coming back.</STAGE> What cour&s;e &s;hall I &s;et upon? <STAGE><HI>Seeing</HI> Laches <HI>at a di&s;tance</HI></STAGE> Oh, yonder comes my old Ma&s;ter from his Country-hou&s;e&mdash; Shall I tell him on't or no?&mdash; <STAGE>Studies.</STAGE>&mdash; Introth I
<PB N="110" REF="74"> will, tho I certainly know I &s;hall make a Rod &s;o my own Breech. Nece&s;&s;ity has no Law, he mu&s;t re&s;cue his poor Son.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>You do well.&mdash; I'll go in.&mdash; Be &s;ure you tell him the whole Story from the beginning to the end.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Laches.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laches</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> I always find this advantage from the nearne&s;s o' my Country-hou&s;e, that I'm never much tired with the Town or Country: When I begin to be &s;ick of the one, I &s;hift Lodg|ings to the other.&mdash; But isn't that our Man <HI>Par|meno?</HI>&mdash; 'Tis he, as I hope to live.&mdash; <HI>Parmeno!</HI> Who is't you wait for at this Hou&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>turning &s;hort.</STAGE> Who's that there?&mdash; Ah, Sir, you're welcome to Town.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who d'ye wait for? Hah!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm Thunder-&s;truck, I can't wag my Tongue for fear. <STAGE>A&s;ide,</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! What's the matter? Why d'ye &s;hake &s;o? Is all well at home? Prithee tell me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fir&s;t I'd have you be fully &s;atisfied of this one thing, Sir, that whate're has happen'd, I'm as innocent as a new-born Babe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, what's the matter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's well askt, for I &s;hou'd ha'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> told you that before.&mdash; Mr. <HI>Phedrie</HI> bought an <HI>Eunuch,</HI> which he pre&s;ented to this woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lac.</SPEAKER>
<P>To what woman?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thais.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lac.</SPEAKER>
<P>He buy <HI>Eunuchs?</HI>&mdash; S'bud, I'm undone then.&mdash; what did he co&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fifty pounds.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lac.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t run my Country then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then his Brother <HI>Cherea</HI> fell in Love with a Mu&s;ick-Wench.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lac.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! what? Is he in Love too? Do's he know what belongs to that Sport already? Is he come from his Po&s;t to the City?&mdash; One Plague upon another! <STAGE><HI>Angrily, looking on</HI> Parmeno.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="111" REF="74">Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Sir, don't you direct your Di&s;cour&s;e to me, I wasn't his Coun&s;ellor.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Speak another word about your &s;elf, you Hangman? and as I live.&mdash; But tell me the whole bu&s;ine&s;s quickly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mr. <HI>Cherea</HI> was &s;ent there in&s;tead of the <HI>Eunuch,</HI> Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lac.</SPEAKER>
<P>In&s;tead of the <HI>Eunuch.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very true Sir, and now they've appehend|ed him for a Rape, and have bound him Hand and Foot.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hell and Furies!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>But mark the Impudence of the&s;e Jades.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is there any Roguery you han't told me on yet?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>You've heard all, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why don't I break in upon 'em?</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Laches.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Parmeno</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>alone.</STAGE> I don't que&s;tion but I've brought an old Hou&s;e upon my Head by this day's work; and yet I cou'dn't po&s;&s;ibly avoid it.&mdash; Howe're I'm pleas'd that the&s;e Strumpets &s;hall feel &s;ome of the &s;mart by my Means. The old Gen|tleman has &s;ought an occa&s;ion this half Year, to make notorious Examples of &s;ome of 'em, and now I think he has found one.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Pythia.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to her &s;elf.</STAGE> I'faith this was the plea&s;ante&s;t Scene I e're &s;aw in my Life, to &s;ee the old Gentle|man come blundering upon us in &s;uch a mi&s;take. I had all the Sport to my &s;elf, becau&s;e I knew his Ailment.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>over-hearing.</STAGE> VVhat a Plague's here? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to her &s;elf.</STAGE> I'm now come to &s;ee for the Fool <HI>Parmeno.</HI>&mdash; But where in the name of good|ne&s;s &s;hall I find him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>O'my Soul &s;he looks for me. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to her &s;elf.</STAGE> O! I &s;ee him, I'll be with him pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="112" REF="75">Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the matter Mrs. <HI>Impertinence?</HI> What wo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">'d you be at? what are you &s;o tickl'd at?&mdash; what ne're a done?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh my Sides!&mdash; I've almo&s;t bur&s;t my Sides with Laughing at thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Rea&s;on, pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>A pretty Qne&s;tion!&mdash; Faith, thou'rt the arrante&s;t A&s;s I e're did, or &s;hall &s;et my Eyes on? 'Tis utterly pa&s;t my skill to tell thee what ex|cellent Sport thou ha&s;t made within.&mdash; I took thee for a cunning ingenious Fellow.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>How's this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Had ye no more wit than to believe pre|&s;ently what I &s;aid? were you not a&s;ham'd of the Villany you put the poor Gentleman upon, but you mu&s;t tell Tales of him to his Father? How &s;imply did he look, think ye, when his Father &s;urpriz'd him in that di&s;gui&s;e? What? Don't you &s;ee what a fine pa&s;s you have bronght your &s;elf to?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! How's this you filthy Carrion? Did ye tell me a Lye, and then laugh at the Wit on't? D'ye think it &s;uch fine Sport to abu&s;e us ye Jade.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh the fine&s;t &s;port i'th' World.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye think you &s;han't pay dearly for this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Perhaps &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, Faith &s;hall ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>I fancy as much. The&s;e Threats may come to Morrow, but you'll be hang'd to day for entring a young Gentleman a Debauchee, and then di&s;covering it, they'll both have a pull at your Coat for this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm a Reprobate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;ee the Reward of your Roguery; and &s;o Good b'ye to ye. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Pythia.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>alone.</STAGE> Like a &s;en&s;ele&s;s Fool! I've betray'd my &s;elf like Rats with their own Squeaking.</P>
<STAGE><PB N="113" REF="75"><HI>Enter</HI> Thra&s;o <HI>and</HI> Gnatho <HI>at another part of the Stage.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Thra&s;o.</STAGE> What's in hand now, Sir? Upon what A&s;&s;urance or De&s;ign came we hither? what Enterprize next, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who I? I'll e'en &s;urrender my &s;elf to her upon di&s;cretion, and e'en do as &s;he'd have me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;hou'd I be le&s;s &s;ubmi&s;&s;ive to this La|dy than <HI>Hercules</HI> was to <HI>Omphala?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>A pat Example,&mdash; wou'd I cou'd &s;ee the Slipper flung at your &s;oft Head too. <STAGE><HI>A&s;ide.</HI>&mdash; </STAGE> But what makes her Door open? <STAGE>Di&s;covering Cherea.</STAGE> What mi&s;chief's a foot now?&mdash; I think I never &s;aw that Face before.&mdash; What makes him cut Capers thus as he comes out?</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Cherea.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Come my dear Country-men, was ever any Man born under a happier Planet than my &s;elf? Not a Man upon my word. For 'tis plain the Powers above to &s;hew in me how great their Soveraignty is have &s;ingled me out, on whom they have &s;howr'd down &s;o many Ble&s;&s;ings all at once.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why's he &s;o merry trow?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>My dear <HI>Parmeno!</HI> 'Tis to thee I'm indebted for the Ri&s;e, the Advancement, and the Perfection of my Comforts.&mdash; Do&s;t know my dear &s;weet Creature's prov'd a Gentle|woman?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I heard it by the bye, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; And that &s;he's to be my Bride?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>As I hope to be Knighted that's Admirable.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye hear, Sir, what he &s;ays? <STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> Thra&s;o.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then I am heartily glad my Brother's A|mours are in &s;uch a happy Condition. The Fami|lies
<PB N="114" REF="76"> are both united now; <HI>Thais</HI> has put her &s;elf wholly under my Father's Care and Protection, and is wholly ours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then, Mr <HI>Phedrie</HI> is like to have her for good and all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>This too is worth a laughing at, for the mighty Captain's routed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you take care that my Brother may know of this as &s;oon as ye can, where&s;oe're he be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll &s;ee for him at home. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Parmeno.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>So <HI>Gnatho,</HI> Do&s;t not think I'm gone to all Intents and Purpo&s;es?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's no thinking otherwi&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cherea</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Where &s;hall I begin fir&s;t?</P>
<P>Or whom commend mo&s;t? Him that advis'd me to do't, or my &s;elf that had the Heart to venture upon't, or the good Fortune that directed us both, and that brought &s;o many Circum&s;tances of &s;o great moment, and &s;o luckily too into the Compa&s;s of one Day.&mdash;</P>
<P>Or &s;hall I prai&s;e the Indulgence of my Father?</P>
<P>Great <HI>Jove!</HI> that do&s;t poor Mortals Fate &s;ecure,&s;ecure,</P>
<P>Grant that our Joys may with our Lives endure.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Phedrie.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Ble&s;s me! <HI>Parmeno</HI> tells me Wonders. But where's my Brother?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here at your Service.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm extreamly glad for your good For|tune, Brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>I believe &s;o, and truly Brother, there's ne're a Mi&s;tri&s;s more worthy to be belov'd then your's, &s;he has &s;o va&s;tly oblig'd our Family.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hey-day! Do you commend her before my Face.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Gnatho.</STAGE> I'm quite undone! The le&s;s I Hope the more I Love? Good <HI>Gnatho,</HI> I rely wholly upon thee</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="115" REF="76">Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>What wou'd you ha' me do Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bring it about either for Love or Money. that I may continue a little in Madam <HI>Thais</HI> Fa|vour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>That will be hard.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You can do't I know, if you give your Mind to't: If ye perform it, Command what Gift or Reward you plea&s;e, 'tis your own?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall it &s;o Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;hall indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why then Sir, if I do't, I de&s;ire to have free Egre&s;s and Regre&s;s into your Hou&s;e, whether you be at home or abroad, and a Place at your Ta|ble, whether invited or no.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;hall be &s;o upon my Honour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, I'll make an Effort.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who&s;e Tongue's that?&mdash; O Captain is't you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gentlemen, I'm your humble Servant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Perhaps you know not what has happen'd at this Hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir, I do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>What makes ye &s;couting in the&s;e Quarters then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Under your Protection, Gentlemen.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye know the Protection you're to expect? Take this from me Good-man Captain, if I find you &s;auntering here again in the Street, you mu&s;tn't think to &s;ham me off with; <HI>I was looking for a Friend, and my Bu&s;ine&s;s lay this way,</HI> for you're like to have no Quarter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Soft Sir, that's not like a Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll be no wor&s;e than my word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed Sir, I didn't think you'd been &s;o huffy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'll find it ju&s;t &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray be plea&s;ed, Gentlemen, to hear your
<PB N="116" REF="77"> Servant <HI>Gnatho,</HI> a word or two, and then do what you plea&s;e in this Affair.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lets hear't then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you Captain move a little a <STAGE>Thra&s;o <HI>&s;tands off.</HI></STAGE> one &s;ide: In the fir&s;t place, let me be|&s;eech ye both to be per&s;waded, that whate're I do i'th' ca&s;e is purely for my own &s;ake, but if your Intere&s;t &s;hou'd jump with mine, you 're unwi&s;e if you don't follow my Councel. <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Out with't then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>What if you took the Captain in among&s;t ye too? <STAGE>Fawningly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>How among&s;t us?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Con&s;ider a little better Sir.&mdash; Why faith you and your Mi&s;tre&s;s live very high, for you're u&s;ed to an ea&s;ie &s;plendid Life, you've but a &s;mall Allowance your &s;elf; and this <HI>Thais</HI> will be re|quiring more: Now that you may &s;upply her, and &s;ave your own Pocket, there's not a fitter or more convenient Ur<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">n&s;il than this Blunderbu&s;s i'th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">whole World. F<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word">, he has Money enough at Com|mand, and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">e more prodigal on't than he. Then he's a Soft-headed Fool, and a Half-witted Cox|comb, and a &s;umbling Fellow that &s;nores Night and Day. Ye<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> needn't fear the Gentlewoman's falling in Love with him; then you may kick him out of Doors when you plea&s;e.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> C<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">erea.</STAGE> What had we be&s;t do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then, Sir, what's be&s;t of all, he treats as high and nobly as a Lord.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ten to one but we may have occa&s;ion for this fool &s;ometime or other.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm of that Mind too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gentlemen, I'm oblig'd to you.&mdash; One Favour more let me beg of you, to admit me al&s;o into your retinue.&mdash; I've been cleaving of that Block long enough already.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="117" REF="77">Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>We grant it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>And with all our Hearts.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then in requital Gentlemen, here's to the fleecing and jeering the Cully to death.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Che.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>He de&s;erves it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Thra&s;o.</STAGE> Now noble Captain you may make your Approaches.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And prithee how do Matters &s;tand?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>How? the Gentlemen didn't know your worth: when I had inform'd 'em of your good Qualities, and given 'em a Character of ye as your noble Actions and Vertues de&s;erve, your Suit was granted. <STAGE>A&s;ide to him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Gnatho.</STAGE> Well ha&s;t thou done.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Phe. <HI>and</HI> Che.</STAGE> Gentlemen, great thanks do I re|turn ye. I never was any where, but that all kind of People lov'd me mo&s;t dearly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gna.</SPEAKER>
<P>Didn't I tell ye how choice he was of his Expre&s;&s;ions; polite upo' my word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now there's nothing wanting; You may retire.</P>
<STAGE>Turns to the Spectators.</STAGE>
<P>Gentlemen adieu, one kind Applau&s;e.</P>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>The end of the Eunuch.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="78">
<PB REF="78">
<P>THE Self-Tormenter. A COMEDY, Acted at the Fea&s;t of <HI>Cybele,</HI> WHEN <HI>L. Valerius Flaccus,</HI> and <HI>L. Cornelius-Lentulus</HI> were <HI>Curule Edil's,</HI> By the Company of <HI>Ambivius Turpio.</HI></P>
<P>It was taken from the <HI>GREEK</HI> of <HI>Menander;</HI></P>
<P><HI>Flaccus</HI> made free by <HI>Claudius,</HI> Com|pos'd the Mu&s;ick, which was perform&punc;d the fir&s;t time of Acting on unequal FLUTES; The &s;econd time on two Right-handed FLUTES.</P>
<P>This PLAY was Acted a Third time,</P>
<P>Under the Con&s;ul&s;hip of <HI>Titus Sempronius,</HI> and <HI>M. Juventius.</HI></P>
<P>A. U. C. 591. <HI>Ante Chri&s;t</HI> 159.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="79">
<HEAD>Dramatis Per&s;onae.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<HEAD>MEN.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Chremes, An old Gentleman hard by <HI>Athens,</HI> of a Nature &s;omewhat &s;trict and &s;evere; very bu&s;ie, and a great Meddler.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Menedeme, A Gentleman, <HI>Chremes's</HI> Neighbour; The Self-Tormenter; of a Melancho|ly, yet of a &s;ofter and milder Di&s;po|&s;ition than the former.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Clitipho, Chremes's <HI>Son, a hot, wild Spark; a loo&s;e Lover, and &s;omewhat &s;tubborn to his Parents.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Clinie, His Friend, <HI>Menedeme's</HI> Son; of a civil, courteous, pliant Temper, pa&s;|&s;ionately in Love with <HI>Antiphila.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Syrus, Servant to <HI>Clitipho,</HI> and his In&s;tructor; a very &s;lye, &s;ubtle, active, intriguing Fellow: always plotting again&s;t <HI>Chre|mes,</HI> and tricking him of Money.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Dromo, Servant to <HI>Clinie.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>WOMEN.</HEAD>
<ITEM>So&s;trata, Chremes's <HI>Wife, of a &s;oft, ea&s;ie and in|dulgent Nature, very &s;ubmi&s;&s;ive to her Husband.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Antiphila, A young Gentlewoman; <HI>Clinie's</HI> Mi|&s;tre&s;s, very innocent, mode&s;t, loving, and faithful.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Bacchis, A noted Courte&s;an, kept by <HI>Clitipho,</HI> a haughty, proud, impudent, drinking, chargeable Mi&s;s.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Phrygia, Her waiting Maid.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Antiphila's Nur&s;e.</ITEM>
</LIST>
<P>SCENE, The Fields near <HI>ATHENS.</HI></P>
<P>The TIME about Ten or Eleven Hours.</P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB N="121" REF="79">
<HEAD>THE Self-Tormenter.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT I.</HEAD>
<OPENER>SCENE, <HI>The Country before</HI> Chremes's <HI>Door.</HI> TIME, <HI>The Shut of the Evening.</HI></OPENER>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Chremes, <HI>and</HI> Menedeme, <HI>with a Rake,</HI> &amp;c <HI>upon his Shoulders, returning from the Field.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>THo our Acquaintance is but very &s;hort, for it began, ye know, upon your buying this Farm here next mine; that and little el&s;e being the occa&s;ion of it, yet, either your own worth or your Neighbourhood, which I e&s;teem next door to Friend&s;hip, makes me take the boldne&s;s with all freedom to tell ye, that you do not &s;eem to live as becomes either your Age, or your Condition. For in the Name of Heaven and Wonder! what do ye do with your &s;elf? what wou'd ye be at? If a body may Judge by your Face, you write Three&s;core at lea&s;t. I
<PB N="122" REF="80"> don't know any that is better &s;eated; has a pret|tier E&s;tate; or is better &s;erv'd than you: and yet you manage all the Bu&s;ine&s;s your &s;elf, as if you hadn't a Soul i'th' World to help ye. Let me go out ne're &s;o early in the Morning, or come home never &s;o late at Night, there you're at it, Digging, Plowing, or Lugging &s;omething or o|ther; in a perpetual hurry, without any regard to your Quality or Per&s;on, I'm very certain you don't do this for your diver&s;ion.&mdash; Perhaps you'll &s;ay, <HI>I hate to &s;ee my Work go on &s;o &s;lowly:</HI> Let me tell ye, Neighbour, if you'd be&s;tow but half the Pains upon your Servants, that you do upon your Ground, your Bu&s;ine&s;s wou'd go on ten times fa&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Chremes,</HI> ha' you &s;o much lei&s;ure from your own Bu&s;ine&s;s, as to mind another Man's that dosn't concern ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Common Humanity, Sir, obliges me to be &s;o concern'd, as I'm a Man: And therefore you may take what I &s;ay either by way of advice, or by way of enquiry: that if what you do be well, I may do &s;o too; if ill, I may divert you from it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have Rea&s;on for what I do: you may do as you plea&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can any Man ha' Rea&s;on to torment him|&s;elf?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>If there were any ju&s;t occa&s;ion for this toyl|ing and moyling of yours, I &s;hou'dn't be again&s;t it. But then I wou'd gladly know what it is: and what ye ha done to de&s;erve &s;o ill of your &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hey ho! <STAGE>Weeps.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Never cry for the Matter: but whate're 'tis let me know't: Out with it: Fear nothing, but <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">pend upon me. I'll either condole with ye, or <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">vi&s;e ye, or a&s;&s;i&s;t ye in what el&s;e I can.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wou'd ye needs know<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="123" REF="80">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>For the very Rea&s;on I ju&s;t told ye of.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le tell ye then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But pray Sir, down with your Tools the mean time, and don't tire your &s;elf &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>By no means.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray what's your de&s;ign in't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! Let me alone, that I mayn't indulge my &s;elf one minute.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed, Sir, but I won't. <STAGE><HI>He forces the Rake,</HI> &amp;c. <HI>from him.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! that's not fair.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;s me! What a weight's here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>I de&s;erve it all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, come; out with't now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have an only Son, a Youth.&mdash; What did I &s;ay I have? Ah <HI>Chremes!</HI> I had one indeed; but whether I have now or no, I know not.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why de'e &s;ay &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>I II tell ye, Sir.&mdash; Hard by dwells a poor old Woman of <HI>Cornith,</HI> who&s;e Daughter my Son began to be &s;o fond of, that it had like to have been a Match; and all this without my knowledge; When once I found out the Intrigue, I began to take him to task roundly; and not with the ten|derne&s;s that is due to the Weakne&s;&s;es of Youth: But extreamly &s;harp I was, after the common ranting way of Fathers. I was every day taunting at him: <HI>How now,</HI> &s;aid I, <HI>De'e think to go on after this vile rate? And keep a Mi&s;tre&s;s &s;o openly, whil&s;t I am living? No</HI> Clinie, <HI>you're mightily mi&s;taken, and don't know me, if you think &s;o; I &s;hall look upon ye as mine, as long as ye do what ye ought to do; but if otherwi&s;e, I know what I ought to do, and you &s;hall find it. I know this is only the effects of too much Idlene&s;s; when I was at your Years I didn't give my Mind to Women; but was forced to go a Souldier into</HI> A&s;ia <HI>to get a Livelihood; where by the War I got</HI>
<PB N="124" REF="81"> <HI>me both Riches and Honour too.</HI> At la&s;t, Matters came to that pa&s;s, that the poor Boy hearing the &s;ame thing pre&s;s'd upon him &s;o often, and &s;o grave|ly, was brought over. And thinking my Age and Prudence better Guides than his own, he &s;hipp'd off for <HI>A&s;ia,</HI> and went Reformade under the King of <HI>Per&s;ia</HI> there, Mr. <HI>Chremes.</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>How's that, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;tole away without my knowledge, and has been gone a whole quarter of a year <STAGE>Weeps</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You're both to blame. Yet what he has done &s;hew'd both an ingenuous Temper, and a brave Spirit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>When I heard of this Journey from &s;ome of his Intimado's, I went home with a Heart full of Sorrow, my Mind half di&s;tracted, not know|ing where to turn my Head for Grief. I &s;at me down, my Servants all attend my beck, &s;ome help To undre&s;s me, others run to lay the Cloth, and get my Supper ready? And all mo&s;t diligent to a&s;&s;wage my Grief? At &s;ight of this, I thus began to mu&s;e: <HI>Alas! Mu&s;t &s;o many &s;weat and toil for me alone? So many &s;trive to humour me? So many Women &s;pend their time to adorn my Hou&s;e and me? Shall all the&s;e va&s;t expences be for me alone? For me, who&s;e Cruelty has driven hence my Son? My only Son, who ought t'have an equal &s;hare with me or more, &s;ince Youth can better relli&s;h the&s;e Enjoyments. If I &s;till keep this cour&s;e of Life, no plague too great can <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ght upon my Head. Whil&s;t he thus lives in penury a|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">cad, bani&s;hed from home by my my &s;everily, Ill e'en revenge his wrong upon my &s;elf: I'll labour, &s;pare, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word">, and &s;crape up all for him.</HI> With that I put my re&s;olution in practice; for I've turn'd all things <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> o' doors left neither Di&s;h, nor Bed for u&s;e, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> pulld down all. I turnd off all my Maids <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> Men too, except a few to till my Land, which
<PB N="125" REF="81"> were no charge to me. I expos'd all to Sale, and put <HI>Hou&s;e to be Sold</HI> over the Door. I rai&s;ed the Sum of two or three thou&s;and Pounds, and bought this Farm, where I toil and moil every day: I'm fully per&s;waded Neighbour, I do le&s;s injury to my poor Child whil&s;t I'm in Mi&s;ery, as well as he: nor ought I to take any manner of Plea&s;ure till he return &s;afe to be &s;harer with me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I believe you are an indulgent Father, and he as dutiful a Son, if mamged to the be&s;t advan|tage: But indeed you didn't know his Temper, nor he well yours: And when things are &s;o, theres no living. You never told him how much you valu'd him, nor had he that confidence in you which he might have pre&s;um'd upon. If this had been, things had never came to this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very true, Sir, I confe&s;s; but I'm mo&s;t in fault.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>In troth, Sir, I hope the be&s;t yet, and do verily believe you'll &s;ee him &s;afe at home ere long</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! Heavens grant I may.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll warrant ve, Sir.&mdash; This is <HI>Bacchus's</HI> Day; and I &s;hou'd be gald of your company ac Supper to night, if you cou'd conveniently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t beg your pardon for that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o?&mdash; Pray Sir give your &s;elf &s;ome little Refre&s;hment. Im &s;ure your ab&s;ent Son wou'd gladl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> have it &s;o</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>There is no Rea&s;on I that forc'd him to hard&s;hip, &s;houd &s;hift it off my &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is that your re&s;olution?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;o, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good night t'ye Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>And to you too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ex.</SPEAKER>
<P>Menedeme <HI>with his Rake upon his Shoulder.</HI> Chremes <HI>alone.</HI> I profe&s;s he has forced Tears
<PB N="126" REF="82"> from me, and I can't but pity the poor Gentle|man.&mdash; But as the day goes tis time for me to invite my Neighbour <HI>Phania</HI> to Supper.&mdash; Ill call in and &s;ee if he's at home.&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><HI>Steps to</HI> Phania's <HI>Door and returns.</HI></STAGE>
<P>Oh, I &s;ee he need not be reminded, for they tell me he's at our Hou&s;e already.&mdash; I make my Gue&s;ts &s;tay for me now: Ill in to 'em.&mdash; But what makes the Door go?&mdash; who's that comes out of my Hou&s;e.&mdash; I'll &s;tep a little a one &s;ide.</P>
<STAGE>He retires.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Clinie <HI>within at</HI> Chremes's <HI>Hou&s;e.</HI></STAGE> As yet you needn't fear <HI>Clinie:</HI> they han't been &s;uch a while away; I'm confident &s;he'll be here, and the M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;&s;enger too in a &s;hort time. Therefore &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ake off the&s;e cau&s;ele&s;s Fears that &s;o torment ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who's that my Son talks to? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh! Here's my Father; ju&s;t as I was wi&s;hing for him, Ill up to him.&mdash; Sir, Im glad <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> met with ye</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> what's the Matter?</P>
<P><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> Sir, dye know our Neighbour Mr. <HI>Mene|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span">?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, very well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>And that he has a Son too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, I heard he's in <HI>A&s;ia.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, Sir, but he's now at our hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>I happen'd on him ju&s;t at his Landing, and brought him hither to Supper, for we've been very intimate form our very childhood.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your News plea&s;es me &s;trangely.&mdash; What would I give now that Mr. <HI>Menedeme</HI> had come when I invited him, that I might have been the fir&s;t to have &s;urpriz'd him with the&s;e joyful tydings. I believe 'tisn't too late yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="127" REF="82">Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Sir, have a care what you do, twon't be proper.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e he's in a great Quandary what to do with him&s;elf. He's but ju&s;t come a&s;hore, and is di&s;mally afraid, both of his Father's di&s;plea&s;ure, and his Mi&s;tre&s;s's Incon&s;tancy; whom he love; mo&s;t entirely. 'Twas upon her account that all this &s;tir, and his parting from his Father was occa&s;ioned.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I knowt.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>He has ju&s;t now &s;ent his Foot-boy into the City to her, and I made our <HI>Syrus</HI> go along with him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;ays the young Man to the world?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, Sir? why that he's the greate<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Wretch in it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>He the greate&s;t? No man le&s;s. Does he want for any thing that the World calls good? his Father's well, his Country happy, he has &s;t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">re of Friends, Relations of good Quality, and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> plentiful E&s;tate. And the&s;e always prove good <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> had according as the Man is; they are ble&s;&s;ings <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> tho&s;e that know how to u&s;e 'em, but plagues <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> them that do not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, Sir, his Father was always a cro's old Gentleman. And I'm afraid of nothing <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> much, as that his Pa&s;&s;ion &s;hould make him <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> his Son wor&s;e than he de&s;erv<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What he cro&s;s?&mdash; I'll &s;ay no more, though, 'tis convenient he &s;hould &s;tand in &s;ome awe of his Father. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that you &s;ay to your &s;elf, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ay, that however the Ca&s;e &s;tood, he ought to have &s;taid at home. If his Father was a little more har&s;h than agreed with his de|bauchd Inclinations, he &s;hould have taken it patiently; for whom &s;hould he bear withal, if
<PB N="128" REF="83"> he can't with his Father? Which is mo&s;t pro|per, think ye, the Father to live after the Son's humour, or the Son according to his Father's: As for the young Man's pretending he's hardly dealt by, 'tis no &s;uch matter. For the Severities of Parents, (I mean &s;uch as are not exce&s;&s;ively &s;e|vere) are very much the &s;ame; namely, they won't &s;uffer their Sons to be always at the Bawdy|hou&s;e, nor always at the Tavern; and will al|low 'em but a little &s;pending Money; and yet all this is for their Childrens good. For when ones Mind is quite drencht in Debaucheries, all that he does will have a notable Smack on't. And Son take this for a Rule, <HI>Never to buy Wit, when you can have it at another Man's co&s;t.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>I fancy &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll go in, and &s;ee how Supper goes for|ward You know how late it is, therefore don't be ou<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> of the way. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Chremes.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clitipho</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>alone.</STAGE> What uncon&s;cionable Creatures the&s;e &s;ame Fathers are! to expect their Children &s;hould turn Philo&s;ophers in their hanging Sleeves, without &s;o much as touching upo' the Levities of youth. They mea&s;ure us by their own depraved Appetities as they are at pre&s;ent, and not as they were formerl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">.&mdash; Well! If ever Heaven &s;end me a Son o' my own, he &s;hall have an ex|tream loving Father o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> me: For he &s;han't be a|fraid to make me his very Confe&s;&s;or, and I'll be &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">re to give him Ab&s;olution: I'll not do as mine, who &s;lyly in&s;inuates his Morals by a &s;ide Wind. It vexes me,&mdash; when he begins to be Mellow, he'll then tell me of all his old Pranks! but now he reads me a Lect re, about <HI>Buying of Wit at other Mens co&s;ts.</HI> A crafty Gentleman i'faith! Little does he think that he has preach'd to the wind. My Mi&s;tre&s;s's Words &s;tick more in my
<PB N="129" REF="83"> Stomach by half than all his Preachments: <HI>Give me this fine thing, and buy me that:</HI> And i'faith I can't an&s;wer her a word. There's none &s;o dam|nably put to't as I.&mdash; Altho' this Mr. <HI>Clinie</HI> has enough lying upon his own hands, yet his Mi|&s;tre&s;s is well and mode&s;tly brought up, and un|acquainted with the tricks of the Town: but mine's an imperious, craving, &s;tately Dame: damnably expen&s;ive, and as proud as the Devil. When &s;he asks me for any thing, I return her a Nod; but to tell her I han't for her, is a Mortal Sin.</P>
<P>I did but lately the&s;e damn'd Tricks e&s;py, Yet all lies hu&s;h'd and kept from Daddy's Eye.</P>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<TRAILER>End of the Fir&s;t Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT II.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Clinie <HI>as from</HI> Chremes<HI>'s, and</HI> Cliti|pho <HI>behind him at di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> HAd there been any good News for me about my Mi&s;tre&s;s, I'm &s;ure they'd ha' been here before now. But I'm horribly afraid &s;ome Body has been tampering with her in my ab&s;ence. There are a thou&s;and circum&s;tances running in my Brain that rack my Mind: Opportunity, Place, Youth, a wicked Mother that governs her, and that would pawn her Soul for Half a piece.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mr. <HI>Clinie.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a Wretch am I?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have a care, Sir, that none of your Fa|thers
<PB N="130" REF="84"> Family drop out and &s;ee you here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll look to that.&mdash; But I'm afraid there's &s;ome mi&s;chief towards, for my mind mi&s;gives me &s;trangely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye u&s;e to judge of things, before ye know what they are.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, if there hadn't been &s;ome unluki|ne&s;s i' th' wind, we &s;hould have &s;een 'em before this time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>They'll be here in a minute, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>But when will that Minute come?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>You don't con&s;ider that 'tis a great way off.' And when Women, ye know, fall once to Powd'ring and Combing, they are an Age a rig|ging out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, <HI>Clitipho,</HI> I'm very unea&s;ie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bear up man,&mdash; yonder comes <HI>Dromo</HI> and <HI>Syrus</HI> both together.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Syrus <HI>and</HI> Dromo <HI>at another part of the Stage talking together.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Dromo.</STAGE>&mdash; Say<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;t thou &s;o my Lad? Ha<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dro.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ju&s;t as I tell ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But hold,&mdash; <STAGE>Looking about him.</STAGE> Whil&s;t we go twattling on, we've lo&s;t the women.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye hear that <HI>Clinie?</HI> Your Mi&s;tre&s;s will be here pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, I do hear at la&s;t; and now am come to &s;ome Life and Sen&s;e again, <HI>Clitipho.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dro.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Syrus</STAGE> Faith I don't wonder they lag behind; having drawn &s;o great a train at their Heels.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>over-hearing</HI> Dromo.</STAGE> Confu&s;ion! How came &s;he by &s;uch a Train?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye ask me, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Dromo.</STAGE> Troth we did not do well to leave 'em &s;o, for they've things of con&s;iderable value about 'em,&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="131" REF="84">Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>All's pa&s;t recovery.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; As Jewels and fine Cloaths.&mdash; Be|&s;ides 'tis &s;omewhat duski&s;h, and they know not a &s;tep o' th' way.&mdash; In &s;ober &s;adne&s;s we've done like a couple of Fools.&mdash; Prithee <HI>D<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">omo,</HI> do you go back, and meet them.&mdash; Make ha&s;te: what d'ye &s;tay for?</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Dro.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh cur&s;ed misfortune, how ba&s;ely have my hopes deceiv'd me!</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the matter? what makes ye &s;o concern'd now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>So concern'd &s;ay ye?&mdash; Don't ye hear what a train of Servants, what Jewels and fine Cloaths &s;he brings with her? when I left her but with one Girl to wait upon her: where &s;hould &s;he have all this, think ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Po! Now I know his Di&s;temper.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Ble&s;s me! What a damnable crew is coming?&mdash; I'm &s;ure our Hou&s;e will &s;carce hold 'em all&mdash; What a plaguy deal will they eat and drink, and how woefully our old Ma&s;ter will be put to't!&mdash; But hold here are the Sparks I wanted.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Heavens! What's become of true Faith? Whil&s;t for your &s;ake, <HI>Antiphila,</HI> I fled my Native Country like a rambling Madman; you have feathered your Ne&s;t finely at home, and left me in the mid&s;t of all my troubles. You, I &s;ay, that are the cau&s;e of my foule&s;t di&s;grace, and of my being &s;o regardle&s;s of my Father. Now I'm a&s;ham'd and troubl'd to the Soul, that he who read me &s;o many good Lectures upon the Tric<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> of tho&s;e Creatures, lo&s;t all his Advice; and was not able to make me leave her. But now it mu&s;t be done: When it might have been much to my advantage, then I wou'dn't,&mdash; Not a Creature more mi&s;erable than me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="132" REF="85">Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> Faith Mr. <HI>Clinie</HI> has mi&s;under&s;tood every Syllable we were talking of.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Clinie.</STAGE> Hark ye, Sir; you think wor&s;e of your Mi&s;tre&s;s than &s;he de&s;erves: for as far as we can gather from circum&s;tances, &s;he's &s;till the &s;ame Woman; and her Heart as true to you as ever.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>How's that? prithee tell me. For I'd d<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e nothing i'th' world &s;ooner than to find my jealou&s;ies fal&s;ly grounded.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>In the fir&s;t place, that y<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">o may be &s;ure to know all: the old Woman that went for your Mi&s;tre&s;s's Mother was nothing related to her; and &s;he's gone to her long home. This by chance I heard <HI>Antiphila</HI> tell the other, as I was co|ming along.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee what other was that? <STAGE>Ha&s;tily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Sir, have patience, and let me fini&s;h my fir&s;t Story, and then I'll come to yours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Di&s;patch it quickly then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>To begin; when we were got to the Hou&s;e, <HI>Dromo</HI> knocks at the Door; out comes an old Woman: as &s;oon as &s;he had open'd it, <HI>Dromo</HI> whips in, and I after him; the old Woman claps to the Door, and falls hard to work again. And now was the time or never, Sir, to learn how your Mi&s;tr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;s had &s;pent her time in your ab&s;ence; &s;ince we dropp'd upon her unawares, and this gave us an opportunity of making a Gue&s;s at their common Practices; which give the be&s;t Light into Peoples Humours. We found her hard at it, making of Tape&s;try, meanly dre&s;s'd in a Sute of Morning, for the old woman that's dead, I &s;uppo&s;e. She had no rich or gawdy At|tire on, but dre&s;s'd like tho&s;e homely Dames that have no Gallants to &s;ee: Nor yet dawb'd over with na&s;ty paint: But her Hair loo&s;ly <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">hevelled, and carele&s;sly thrown about her
<PB N="133" REF="85"> Shoulders. Forbear! <STAGE>Clinie <HI>going to &s;peak.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee hone&s;t boy, don't feed me like a Fool.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well Sir, the old woman &s;he &s;pun: be|&s;ides her there was a Girl weaving too with patch't Cloaths, ill dre&s;s'd and very na&s;ty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>If this be true, Mr. <HI>Clinie,</HI> as I fancy 'tis, thou'rt the happie&s;t Man alive. Didn't you mind how &s;lutti&s;h and na&s;ty he &s;aid the Maid was? That's a certain &s;ign Man, the Mi&s;tre&s;s is hone&s;t' when the Confident goes in Rags: for 'tis always the way to Fee the Chamber-maid fir&s;t, before they make court to the Mi&s;tre&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, dear Rogue, on with your Story, but have a care of currying Favour by your Flams. What &s;aid &s;he, when you fir&s;t mentioned me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>When I told her you were landed; and de&s;ir'd her company forth with, &s;he immediately threw a&s;ide her Work, and cou'dn't &s;peak for crying; which, you may be &s;ure, was all for your &s;ake.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>As I hope for Mercy, I'm &s;o tran&s;ported, I &s;carce know where I am, I was in &s;uch a fright but ju&s;t now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>I knew, Sir, there was nothing ami&s;s.&mdash; Now 'tis my turn, <HI>Syrus:</HI> Let's know who that other was.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>We've brought Madam <HI>Bacchis</HI> your Mi|&s;tre&s;s, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>How?&mdash; <HI>Bacchis</HI> d'ye &s;ay? Why ye cur&s;ed Dog whither d'ye bring her. <STAGE>In a pa&s;&s;ion.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whether d'ye bring her? Why to our hou&s;e, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>What to my Father's Sirrah? <STAGE>Ha&s;tily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, to your Father's.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>To &s;ee the Impudence of this Ra&s;cal!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heark ye, Sir, <HI>Eaint Heart never won fair Lady.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="134" REF="86">Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look to't Sirrah, &s;hall you pretend to ad|vance your own Reputation upo' my co&s;t: If you &s;tep but the lea&s;t awry, I'm gone to all intents and purpo&s;es&mdash; And what will ye do then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But Sir&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>But,</HI> What?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tell ye, if you'll give me leave.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee give him leave.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>The ca&s;e is thus,&mdash; as if&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox he's going to tell a Story nine hours long.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>I think &s;o too.&mdash; Therefore, <HI>Syrus,</HI> leave fooling, and come to the point.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>In troth Sir, I can hold no longer, you're grown &s;o trouble&s;ome, that there's no dealing with you.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE> Faith you &s;hould give him the hearing tho, therefore pray be &s;ilent a little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'd have a Mi&s;tre&s;s, Sir; you'd enjoy her, and be able to pre&s;ent her too, but you wou'dn't run any hazard for her. Really you are wonderous wi&s;e: If it be wi&s;dom to aim at that which can never be. You mu&s;t either take the Hazard with the Prize, or lo&s;e the Prize and run no Hazard. Now, Sir, take which &s;ide you love be&s;t: Tho I'm very certain the Plot I've laid is both well contrived and &s;afe: Fir&s;t, you'll have the liberty of your Mi&s;tre&s;&s;es Company under your Father's No&s;e, without the lea&s;t danger; and then by the &s;elf-&s;ame means I &s;hall find a Trick to nib the old Man o'th' Money you pro|mis'd her; for which you've &s;o often deafen'd my Ears with your Duns. And what a Duce wou'd you have more?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Provided it be as you &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hang your <HI>Provideds,</HI> can't you run the hazard on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="135" REF="86">Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, come on then, your Plot, how is't laid?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Mi&s;tre&s;s &s;hall go for this Gentle|man<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very fine!&mdash; But prithee, what &s;hall we do with his own then? Shall &s;he be clapt up|on his Back too, as tho one wasn't enough to crack his Credit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>We'll have her to your Mother's.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>What to do there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, Sir, 'twill take up <HI>nine hours</HI> in|deed to give ye the Why's and Wherefore<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s. 'Tis enough, that I ha' rea&s;on for't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Meer &s;tuff! I can &s;ee nothing as yet to re|move my &s;u&s;pitions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold Sir.&mdash; If you're afraid of this Plot, I've another in my head, which I'm &s;ure you'll both own to be &s;afe enough.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee invent me &s;uch a one as that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I will in an in&s;tant.&mdash; I'll give 'em the meeting, and pray 'em to face about, and march home again.&mdash; <STAGE>Scornfully.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! What's that you &s;ay?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll rid you of your Fears with a vengeance: that you may be &s;ure to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">leep &s;ound in a whole Skin.&mdash; <STAGE>Is going off.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Clinie.</STAGE> What had I be&s;t do now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>What you Sir? Why e'en make good u&s;e of&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hark ye, <HI>Syrus,</HI> tell me truly what I &s;hould do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away, away, you'll wi&s;h ye had, when 'tis too late.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here's a fair Opportunity offer'd; make good u&s;e on't while you may; you aren't &s;ure of having the like again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, <HI>Syrus,</HI> I &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="136" REF="87">Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bawl till your Heart ake, I'll on for all that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Clinie.</STAGE> In good earne&s;t you're i'th' right on't.&mdash; But hark ye, <HI>Syrus; Syrus</HI> I &s;ay; foho <HI>Syrus.</HI>&mdash; <STAGE>Aloud.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>No <HI>Syrus;</HI> I throw my &s;elf, my Love, my Reputation too into your Hands. Ill leave all to your determination; but &s;ee you di&s;charge your Tru&s;t well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's Coun&s;el worth laughing at i'faith: As tho my Game wasn't at &s;take as well as yours. If an unlucky ca&s;t comes up, and &s;poils all our De&s;igns, you'll come off with a Reprimand, or &s;o; But poor <HI>Pilgarlick</HI> mu&s;t meet with a dry beating. Upo' this Score, I mu&s;t mind my Bu&s;i|ne&s;s very col&s;ely. But you mu&s;t beg this Gentle|man to gallant your Mi&s;tre&s;s the while.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>He may be &s;ure of my a&s;&s;i&s;tance: And as the ca&s;e &s;tands I'm oblig'd to't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, Sir, I'm extreamly engag'd to ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t take care <HI>Bacchis</HI> ben't out in her part.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, &s;he has her Le&s;&s;on to a tittle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>For my part, I wonder how you could wheadle her to come &s;o &s;oon; for &s;he &s;ometimes would &s;corn the very be&s;t of ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I took her in the very critical minute, which is the mo&s;t nicking Advantage: For who &s;hould I find there but a &s;neaking Captain paying his Devoirs for one &s;ingle Night's Lodging; &s;he manag'd this poor Devil tightly with &s;uch Arti|fice, as to inflame his greedy Appetite by keeping him at Bay: and at the &s;ame time to do a Signal piece of Service to you.&mdash; But hark ye Sir, have a care of making any fal&s;e &s;tep: You know how plaguy &s;hap-&s;ighted your Father is in the&s;e
<PB N="137" REF="87"> Intrigues. And I can tell, how hard it is for you to keep your &s;elf within compa&s;s. You mu&s;t have a mighty care of all double-meaning expre&s;|&s;ions, of ca&s;ting a Sheep's Eye over your left Shoulder; of &s;ighing, &s;pitting, humming and jeering.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith I'll act it rarely.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>See that you do then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; You your &s;elf &s;hall admire me for't</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But &s;ee how quickly the Ladies come af|ter us?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where are they? why dye hold me Boy: <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Syrus <HI>holding him.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You've nothing to do with her now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Right, not before my Father.&mdash; But till then.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No nor till then neither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come let me go.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;till holding him.</STAGE> Not a &s;tep, I &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, for one minute.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I forbid too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>A civil Re&s;pect at lea&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Get ye gone, if you've any Guts in your Brains.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well I'm going, but what mu&s;t <HI>Clini<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"></HI> do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr</SPEAKER>
<P>Stay here</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>He has a fine time ont!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troop off, I &s;ay.</P>
<STAGE>Clitipho <HI>walks on a little a one &s;ide.</HI></STAGE>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter at a di&s;tance</HI> Bacchis, Antiphila, Dro|mo, <HI>Waiting-Maids,</HI> &amp;c.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>In troth, dear <HI>Philie,</HI> I can't but com|mend ye, and think ye very happy; in being &s;o careful as to make your good Behaviour wholly an&s;werable to your Beauty. As I'm a Sinner, I
<PB N="138" REF="88"> don't admire that all the Sparks of the Town &s;hou'd die for ye, &s;ince your Di&s;cour&s;e di&s;covers the Sweetne&s;s of your di&s;po&s;ition: For my part, when I come to con&s;ider the Life and Conver&s;a|tion of all &s;uch as you, who are n't common to every Coxcomb, I don't wonder to find ye &s;o mode&s;t and vertuous, and our &s;elves &s;o very little like ye. For you it is the be&s;t way to be hone&s;t, but our Gallants won't &s;uffer us to be &s;o. Our Beauty makes 'em adore us for a while, but when that's decay'd, the Sparks are mad for a new Face: So that if we didn't provide for our &s;elves in time, we might een pine away the re&s;t of our days in a De&s;art. For you Madam, that take up with a Per&s;on, who&s;e Age and Nature is corre&s;pondent with your own, he wholly keeps him&s;elf to you, and by mutual con&s;ent your Loves are made firm; and nothing can ever &s;eparate your Hearts.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm little acquainted with others; my &s;elf I know well enough, who always take care that my dear <HI>Clinie's</HI> Happine&s;s &s;houd be the Founda|of my own.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>overhearing.</STAGE> Ah, my dear <HI>Antiphila,</HI> 'tis for thy &s;ake alone that Im come home again; for whil&s;t I was from thee all the Hard&s;hips I was put to were nothing to the being deprivd of thy &s;weet Company.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Clitipho <HI>peeping from his Covert.</HI></STAGE> I be|lieve him, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can &s;carce contain my &s;elf old Boy! Is't not a plaguy thing to be debarred of one's Hu|mour? Hah!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE> As far as I can perceive your Father will make ye &s;mart fort, if you bent gon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>What young Gentleman's that which ogles us &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="139" REF="88">Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>&s;eeing</HI> Clinie.</STAGE> Oh,&mdash; lend me your hand <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> be&s;eech ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>For Heaven &s;ake, what all ye my Dear?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm going.&mdash; <STAGE>Faints away.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Help.&mdash; Alas, poor Soul!&mdash; <STAGE>Antiphila <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ecovers a little.</HI></STAGE> How came this Fit upon ye my <HI>Philie!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>in a &s;oft Tone</STAGE> Do I &s;ee my <HI>Clinie,</HI> or do I dream.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVho's that you &s;ee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Life, my Soul; Heavens ble&s;s thee.&mdash; <STAGE>Embracing.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>And thee al&s;o my long wi&s;h'd for dear <HI>Clinie.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>How is't my dear?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, &s;ince I've got you again my Dear.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>embracing.</STAGE> And have I got you again, my Dear, within the&s;e Arms? You that I have &s;o pa&s;&s;ionately long'd for?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, come, turn in: The old Man and his Supper &s;tays for ye. <STAGE>Exeunt omnes.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<TRAILER>End of the Second Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT III.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Chremes <HI>alone.</HI></STAGE>
<P>'TIs ju&s;t break of Day: And why &s;hou'dn't I knock at my Neighbour's door now, and give him the fir&s;t news of his Son's Return, tho the young man I fancy will hardly thank me for it? But when I &s;ee the poor Geneleman take on &s;o extremely for his Sons leaving him, how can I
<PB N="140" REF="89"> find in my heart to keep from him this unexpected comfort, &s;ince his Son will be never the wor&s;e for't neither? This mu&s;t not be. For I will a&s;&s;i&s;t the old man to the utmo&s;t of my power. And as I perceive his Son and mine help one another all they can, and go hand in hand together in all their concerns; &s;o it is but rea&s;onable that we their Fathers &s;hould do one another all the good Offices we are able.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Menedeme <HI>on the other &s;ide of the Stage with a Rake,</HI> &amp;c. <HI>upon his Shoulders.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Either I'm born under the Fa|tality of an unlucky Planet, or that old Sayings worth nothing, that <HI>Time cures all things.</HI> For this ab&s;ence of my Son afflicts me every day more and more; and the longer he's away, the more I de&s;ire to &s;ee him again, and the more I mi&s;s him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Oh, yonder's the Gentleman him&s;elf coming from home; I'll to him, and di&s;cour&s;e.&mdash; Morrow to ye Neighbour, I'm come to ye with &s;uch News, that I believe you'll be heartily de&s;irous to know what tis.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, Sir, have ye heard any thing of my Son then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's &s;afe and &s;ound. Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where is he, I be&s;eech ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>At my Hou&s;e, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>What my Son?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, your Son.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is he come home then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Boy <HI>Clinie</HI> come home?</P>
<STAGE><HI>Throws down his Rake,</HI> &amp;c.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Even &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's be going then.&mdash; I be&s;eech ye, Sir, bring me to the &s;ight of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="141" REF="89">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But he wou'dn't for the World have ye know he's come back: He avoids your Pre&s;ence upon the account of what he has done; and is now afraid, you &s;hould be more &s;evere than ever.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>And didn't you tell him, how I was quite another man?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not I Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why didn't ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e if he finds you &s;o &s;oft, and give way &s;o ea&s;ily, 'twill be the who&s;e for him and you too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>It can't be help'd; for I've been too too &s;evere a Father already.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, Sir, you are always upon the extreams, either too profu&s;e or too &s;paring; you run into the &s;ame inconveniencies by one as well as the other. Formerly you forc'd your Son out of Doors rather than &s;uffer him to keep a Mi&s;tre&s;s, who then was contented with a little, and would have been glad to have &s;napp'd at any thing: but when &s;he was forc'd, by his leaving her, to grow common, and now can't be kept without a Mine of Money; now you give him his full liberty. For to let you know how &s;he is accoutred for the Ruin of Mankind; &s;he carries at her Heels no le&s;s than ten or a dozen Waiting-Maids, with a great luggage of Golden Trappings; were a Prince her Gallant, he d be put to t, to maintain her: Don t you think to do't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is &s;he at your Hou&s;e too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>She at my Hou&s;e &s;ay ye?&mdash; Yes, to my co&s;t, I ve made but one Treat for her and her Re|tinue; and I faith, if I make another, I mu&s;t be forced to run my Country. To omit other Charges, what a cur&s;ed deal of Wine has &s;he con&s;umed me by her ta&s;ting and &s;ipping only: Crying, <HI>Good old Father, this &s;ame Wine is too rough, pray, Sir, let's have &s;ome that is more &s;mooth.</HI> I pened every Cask
<PB N="142" REF="90"> and Pipe in my Cellar, and all my Servants we: as bu&s;ie as &s;o many Bees: And this was but one nights work; what will become of you then when they ll prey upon ye every day? As I'm <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> living Soul, Sir, I heartily pity your condition.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>E<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">en let him do as he li&s;ts: Let him take it, &s;pend it, make Ducks and Drakes of it; I'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> re&s;olved to bear it, &s;o I can but have him at h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> with me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you be &s;o much &s;et upon't: I believe 'twill be much the better way to conceal your De&s;ign, what're you allow him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>What wou'd ye have me do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Any thing rather than that you intended<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Can't you convey him Money by a &s;econd hen<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> and let your own Servant bubble ye or &s;o? And the truth on't is, I have an inkling that that are about &s;ome &s;uch thing already; and that they are contriving how to do t mo&s;t cleverly. My Man <HI>Syrus,</HI> he whi&s;pers with yours, and the young Men they lay their Heads together too: And tis better to lo&s;e a Pound this way than a Penny t other. 'Tisn't &s;o much the Money, Neighbour, that is to be minded, as the manne<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> how to give it him with the lea&s;t danger: For if he once finds which way the Stream runs, and that you had rather part with your Life and Money too, than lo&s;e him: Phy! What a va&s;t Gap d<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> you lay open to his Debaucheries? So that your Life will be a burden to ye; <HI>For too much Libe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> corrupts an Angel:</HI> What&s;oever Crotchet comes in his Crown, he'll be for't without con&s;idering whether his Demands be rea&s;onable or no: You ll never endure to &s;ee your E&s;tate go to wreck, and your Son &s;poiled into the Bargain. If you refu&s;e him a Farthing; he'll fall to the old Dog-trick, which he finds will work mo&s;t upon ye, and threat|en <HI>to be gon</HI> for&s;ooth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="143" REF="90">Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>All this &s;eems true and probable e|nough.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth, Sir, I cou'dn't &s;leep one wink this Night for racking my Head to re&s;tore to you your Son.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your hand Sir.&mdash; I hope, Sir, you'll go on as you ve begun.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I m ready to &s;erve ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye know what I mean, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's hear't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>That you'd ha&s;ten 'em in the De&s;ign, you perceive they have, of getting the Money from me: For I long to give my Boy what he wants, and as much to have a &s;ight of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll do my be&s;t, Sir, I mu&s;t take my <HI>Syrus</HI> in Hand, and give him his Le&s;ton.&mdash; But hold &s;ome body's coming out of my Hou&s;e.&mdash; You had be&s;t get out o'th way; for fear they perceive we are plotting together. A little bu&s;ine&s;s at pre&s;ent calls me hence; for my Neighbour <HI>Simus</HI> and <HI>Crito</HI> have &s;ome difference about &s;ome Lands, and made me their Referree: I'll go tell 'em they mu&s;t not look for me to day, as I pro|mi&s;ed them: I'll be here again in a minute.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Sir do. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Chremes.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Menedeme</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>alone.</STAGE> Ble&s;s me! What an odd compo&s;ition Men are of! that they &s;hould &s;ee further and judge better of other Peoples Affairs than their own? It may be, becau&s;e in our own concerns we are too much prepo&s;&s;e&s;&s;ed by our Pa&s;|&s;ions of Joy or Grief. This &s;ame <HI>Chremes</HI> now, how much wi&s;er he &s;eems to be for me, than I am for my &s;elf? <STAGE>Going off.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Chremes.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Mededeme <HI>as he is going off.</HI></STAGE> I have got clear of them both, that I may &s;erve you with more lei&s;ure.</P>
<STAGE><PB N="144" REF="91"><HI>Exit</HI> Menedeme <HI>with his Rake,</HI> &amp;c. <HI>upon<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">h Shoulder is</HI></STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Syrus <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Well, Friend <HI>Syrus,</HI> take this way or that way, Money mu&s;t be had by hook or by crook; and our old Fox mu&s;t be trapped too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>partly hearing.</STAGE> I wan't mi&s;taken I per|ceive when I &s;aid they were about &s;ome &s;uch de|&s;ign. <HI>Clinies</HI> Man is a poor dull Tool, but mine's a &s;harper; he mu&s;t do the Bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who&s;e Tongue's that?&mdash; Zookers all's &s;poiled? Did he hear me trow or no?&mdash; <STAGE>A&s;ide,</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Syrus!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What is it you, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's your bu&s;ine&s;s here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No great matter.&mdash; You're a brave Man, Sir, to be &s;tirring &s;o early this morning, after &s;uch a rattle la&s;t Night.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why there was no hard drinking.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No hard drinking, &s;ay ye? marry, I think, you re heart of Oak.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more of that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>This &s;ame Wench of <HI>Clinie's</HI> is a good &s;ort of a Wench, and plea&s;ant enough.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, &s;o I found.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And in troth has a very good Face too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>So &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tho, not comparable to the Women in your days: but really as the World goes now, the Woman is very well: And I don't wonder <HI>Clinie</HI> is &s;o de&s;perately &s;mitten: But he has a Father, a co|vetuous, mi&s;erable, griping old Hunks, our next Neighbour; Do ye know him Sir?&mdash; Becau&s;e he is afraid he &s;hou'd be &s;tarved him&s;elf, he has turned his poor Son out a grazing; D<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">n<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> you know what I &s;ay to be true?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="145" REF="91">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, Why not?&mdash; There's a Ra&s;cal de|&s;erves the Strapado.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Ra&s;cal, Sir?</P>
<STAGE>Fearfully.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>The dull Rogue <HI>Clinie's</HI> Man.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>(Faith <HI>Syrus</HI> I was plaguily afraid of thy Corps.</P>
<STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; That &s;uffer'd all this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What cou'd he do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What cou'd he do? Why he might ha found out &s;ome device, or invented any &s;light to have help'd the young Gentleman to Money for his Mi&s;tre&s;s: And &s;o ha' &s;av'd the &s;tingy old Fel|low from all this vexation, whether he wou'd or no.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You're pleas'd to rally Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Twas no more than his Duty, <HI>Syrus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Sir, do you approve of tho&s;e that put tricks upo their own Ma&s;ters?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, if there be ju&s;t occa&s;ion for't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well I faith.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide,</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sometimes a little Tricking &s;aves a great deal of Trouble: As in this Ca&s;e, twou'd ha' kept his only Son from rambling.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith I can't tell, whether he's in je&s;t or in earne&s;t: However he encourages me to that which I had a plaguy mind to before.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And now, <HI>Syrus,</HI> why does the Fellow <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">dle away his time &s;o, till his Ma&s;ter be forc d to march off a &s;econd time, for not being able to de|fray his Mi&s;tre&s;s's Charges: Won't he rai&s;e one bat|tery again&s;t the old Man's Pocket.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Fellow's a Fool, God ble&s;s him</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hou'd give him one Pu&s;h for the young Gentleman's &s;ake.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I'd dot with all my Heart, if you'd &s;ay but the Word; for I'm a compleat Ma&s;ter of that Art.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>So much the better.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr,</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; I don't u&s;e to fail, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="146" REF="92">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy do't then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But pray, Sir, take care to remember this, if it &s;hould chance one day to be your Son's ca&s;e, for you know we are all &s;ubject to failings.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ihope, I &s;hall have no occa&s;ion for that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth, &s;o do I: nor do I mention this, becau&s;e I &s;u&s;pect any &s;uch thing; but I &s;ay a|gain, if it &s;hould chance to happen &s;o, that you mightn't,&mdash; You &s;ee he's but young. And e'dad, Sir, if that time once come, I &s;hould manage ye mo&s;t nobly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVell talk of that when that time comes. Do you mind your pre&s;ent <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ue? <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Chremes.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE>Syrus <HI>alone.</HI></STAGE> Well, I never heard Ma&s;ter talk better than mine upon this occa&s;ion. I cou'd ne|ver ha' hop'd to have had &s;uch a large Toleration for Roguery.&mdash; But who comes out of our Hou&s;e there?</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Re-enter</HI> Chremes <HI>with</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Clitipho <HI>entering.</HI></STAGE> What Impudence is this I pray? 's this your Trade <HI>Clitipho?</HI> Do the&s;e things become you? Hah!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>What did I do, Sir;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Didn't I &s;ee ye ju&s;t now with your hand in the Courte&s;an's Bo&s;om?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>li&s;tning.</STAGE> Alls out, I'm quite broke.&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide,</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who I, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>The&s;e very Eyes &s;aw it: come don't &s;tand in a lye. You deal ba&s;ely by the Gentleman that you cou'dn't keep your hands to your &s;elf. For 'tis a great Affront to entertain a Friend, and then play an under-hand Game with his Mi&s;tre&s;s. How &s;trangely uncivil you were la&s;t night at Supper too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You re i'th Right on't, Sir. <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Chremes.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And how trouble&s;ome too? That, as I'm a living Soul, I was mi&s;erably afraid it &s;hould ha
<PB N="147" REF="92"> co&s;t you a Duel. I know the humour of the&s;e Lovers is to re&s;ent things extreamly, which no body dream of.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, Sir, he has a mighty confidence in me, and knows I won't &s;erve him an unhand&s;ome Trick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What then? But you might ha' left 'em together a little while however: Lovers have a thou&s;and things to &s;ay and do, which your Pre|&s;ence is a curb to; I know this by my &s;elf: for I have never a Friend i'th' world, <HI>Clitipho,</HI> that I dare tru&s;t all my private Actions with: I'm afraid of my Superior, and a&s;ham'd of my Equal, le&s;t the one &s;hould take me for a Fool, and the other for a Debauchee.&mdash; Suppo&s;e it to be his Ca&s;e: For 'tis our Duty to know when and where to be complai&s;ant to a Friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye mind what he &s;ays?</P>
<STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> Clit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, to my Sorrow.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Didn't I tell you of this before? But you've play'd the part of a very &s;taid and re&s;erv'd Gen|tleman! <STAGE><HI>A&s;ide, and jeeringly to</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee hold your Tongue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are i'th' right, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;wear <HI>Syrus,</HI> I'm a&s;ham'd of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>So I believe, Sir: and good rea&s;on too, for it grieves me al&s;o very much.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>What ne're a done?</P>
<STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, Sir, I &s;peak as I think.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Chremes.</STAGE> Mu&s;tn t I come nigh 'em then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, in a civil way, but not as you do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> Our Plot's ju&s;t &s;inking: He'll be|tray all before we get one Bag of Money.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Chremes.</STAGE> Pray, Sir, will ye be pleas d to take a Fool's Coun&s;el for once? <HI>Chr.</HI> What's that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>To order him to withdraw a little</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whither, I pray?</P>
<STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whither? why whither you plea&s;e, make
<PB N="148" REF="93"> room for the Lovers, and take a turn the while.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>I take a turn? To what place?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pi&s;h! as if ye wanted a place to walk in: take this way, or that way, or which way you will.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;ays right, I'll have it &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Confound ye for a Dog! for &s;ending me to the De'el's Ar&s;e a peak.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Keep your Hands to your &s;elf then another time. <STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit.</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;ay ye, Sir? What d'ye think will become of this Son of yours, if ye don't, with the utmo&s;t Authority of a Father, give him due Correction and In&s;truction?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me alone for that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, Sir, and now's the time you mu&s;t watch him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll warrant ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, &s;o you had be&s;t: for he minds me every day le&s;s and le&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But hark ye <HI>Syrus,</HI> tho'! Ha' ye con&s;ider'd the bu&s;ine&s;s, I told ye of? He' ye found any Plot according to your Mind yet?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mean about the bubbling of <HI>Mene|deme.</HI>&mdash; S't Sir! I've ju&s;t now &s;tumbl'd upon one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou'rt a brave Lad: Prithee what is<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tell ye, Sir: But as one thing brings out another. <HI>Chr.</HI> What then Boy?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>This &s;ame <HI>Bacchis</HI> is a plaguy Jade.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>So I thought.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> Yes, if you knew all.&mdash; Do but ob&s;erve what a Whore's trick &s;he's going to play. Here lives an old Woman of <HI>C<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">|rinth,</HI> to whom this Baggage had lent above thir<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">y <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ounds.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="149" REF="93">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>This old Womans dead and gone, and left her young Daughter whom &s;he, keeps in pawn for for the Money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>So then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Her has this <HI>Bacchis</HI> brought along with the re&s;t: and &s;he's now in your Lady's Apart|ment.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, and how then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>She baits at <HI>Clinie</HI> to lay down the Money, and then &s;he'll give him the Girl for an Acquit|tance. But &s;he demands the full &s;umm of Thirty Pounds.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Does &s;he &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whoo! D'ye que&s;tion it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I did&mdash; But what d'ye mean to do next?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who I Sir?&mdash; I'll away to Mr. <HI>Menedeme</HI>'s tell him that this Girl was &s;pirited away from <HI>Caria,</HI> that &s;he's one of a rich and noble Family, and he'll get the Lord knows what, if he'll ran&s;om her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You've mi&s;s'd the Mark.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>C<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll an&s;wer ye for <HI>Menedeme: I'll have no|thing to do with her:</HI> What's your Reply?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cyr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Sir, &s;peak more to our Mind.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shr.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's no occa&s;ion for that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No occa&s;ion, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No marry is there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, Sir? I don't take your meaning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tell ye pre&s;ently.&mdash; Stay, &s;tay, a lit|tle!&mdash; What's the meaning of this bu&s;tle at our Door.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter at a diflance</HI> So&s;trata, <HI>with a Ring in her Hand, and the Nur&s;e.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to the Nur&s;e entring.</STAGE> If I ben't mightily mi&s;taken, this is the very Ring I &s;u&s;pect my Daughter had about her when expos'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What means my Woman by this talk, <HI>Syrus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="150" REF="94">So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>How is't Nur&s;e, is't not the &s;ame think ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly, Madam, I &s;aid 'twas the &s;ame, as &s;oon as e're I &s;aw't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>But did ye view it well?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, very well, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you go in; and bring me word whe|ther &s;he has bathed her &s;elf; the mean time I'll wait here for my Husband. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Nur&s;e.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Chremes.</STAGE> She wants you Sir, you had be&s;t &s;tep and &s;ee what &s;he'd have. I can't gue&s;s why &s;he's &s;o i'th' dumps: 'Tisn't for nothing I'm &s;ure&mdash; I fear the wor&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;haw! What &s;hou'd it be? She's only big with Fool, and wants to be deliver'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, my good old Man!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And my good old Woman too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>I was looking for thee my Bird.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well now, your plea&s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fir&s;t, I'd de&s;ire ye to believe that I wou'd n't do any thing again&s;t your Commands.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's very hard to believe, but if you'd ha' me, for once I'll believe't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>This clearing her &s;elf aforehand bodes &s;ome plaguy Mi&s;chief. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Don't you remember, when I was once big with Child, you &s;trictly charg'd me not to bring it up, if it prov'd a Girl.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;mell out the bu&s;ine&s;s, you have brought it up then. Isn't it &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>If that be true, 'twill make a damn'd hole in my Ma&s;ter's Pocket.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>No &s;uch matter: for I gave it to an old Woman of <HI>Corinth,</HI> a good hone&s;t Neighbour of ours to expo&s;e it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;s us! Was there ever &s;uch a Simpleton?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh me! What hurt have I done?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What hurt quoth a? <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="151" REF="94">So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed dear Husband! If I have offended 'twas ignorantly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know this well enough, tho' you had ne're own'd it, that every thing you &s;ay or do is ignorantly and fooli&s;hly. How many Blunders ha' you committed in this one thing! Fir&s;t, had you, regarded my Authority, the Girl &s;hou'd ha' been made away withal, and you &s;hou'dn't ha' come with an idle flam of her Death, when you did all ye cou'd to &s;ave her.&mdash; But let that pa&s;s, 'twas Fondne&s;s, and a Mother's Tenderne&s;s: <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> bear with<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t. But how rarely you've foreca&s;ted <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">he Bu&s;ine&s;s! And what were your Intentions? P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ay con&s;ider on't. 'Tis mo&s;t manife&s;t you've betray'd your&punc; Child to this old Woman, either for a com|mon Pro&s;titute, or to be expos'd to publick Sale. I fancy you thought any thing wou'd &s;erve turn, &s;o her Life was &s;av'd. But why &s;hou'd one trouble his Head with &s;uch Fools, who know nothing <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">f Ju&s;tice, Hone&s;ty or Rea&s;on: Be it better or wor&s;e, for 'em or again&s;t 'em, they &s;ee nothing but what they li&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>My dear <HI>Chremes!</HI> I confe&s;s I was much to blame, and am convinc<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d: And now let me beg of ye, as Nature has made you the Wi&s;er of the two, &s;o be the more generous: And let your Goodne&s;s protect my Simplicity.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well I'll forgive ye this Fault: But in &s;ober Sadne&s;s, Wife, my good Nature will be the &s;poiling of ye. But now let's hear the occa&s;ion of this Story whate re it be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>As we Women are always very fooli&s;h and &s;uper&s;titious; &s;o when I gave the Child to be ex|pos'd, I took a Ring off my Finger, and &s;ent it with her; that, if &s;he died, &s;he might ha' carried away &s;ome Token of our Kindne&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's well; &s;o you &s;av'd the Child's Life,
<PB N="150" REF="95">
<GAP DESC="duplicate" EXTENT="1 page">
<PB N="151" REF="95">
<GAP DESC="duplicate" EXTENT="1 page">
<PB N="152" REF="96"> and had your own Humour into the Bargain too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;hewing a Ring.</STAGE> Look ye, this is the very Ring.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>How came ye by<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>The young Gentlewoman that <HI>Bacchis b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ought with her,&mdash; </HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;ays &s;he to't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; She gave it me to hold, whil&s;t &s;he went to the Bath: At fir&s;t I took no notice on't; but when I eyed it more narrowly, I knew it, and came running in all ha&s;te to acquaint you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And what can ye &s;uppo&s;e or gather from this Gentlewoman?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't tell without you'll examine her where &s;he had it, if &s;he can inform you about it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Plot's countermin'd: I find there's more i'th Wind than I cou'd wi&s;h for; &s;he's certainly my Ma&s;ter's Daughter, if this be true. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is the old Woman alive ye deliver'd the Child to?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>I don't know.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>How did &s;he &s;ay &s;he had di&s;pos'd on't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ju&s;t as I order'd her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's her Name, that we may hunt her up?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Philtere.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>The very &s;ame, She's as &s;urely found, as I'm lo&s;t. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, Wife, let's retire.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>How things happen beyond my Expectati|on! I was extreamly afraid you'd prove as &s;evere now, as when you gave your fir&s;t Orders.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Man can't always do, as he wou'd, if his E&s;tate won't afford<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t: Now my Circum&s;tances are &s;uch, that I &s;hou'd be glad of a Daughter: Formerly 'twas otherwi&s;e. <STAGE>Exeunt omnes.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The End of the Third Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<PB N="153" REF="96">
<HEAD>ACT IV.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syrus</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone.</STAGE>
<P>IF I am not very much mi&s;taken, I'm in a fa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> way to be utterly routed; all my forces are &s;o mi&s;erably &s;treightned, that I &s;hall never come of<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;afe, unle&s;s I find out &s;ome way to keep the old Man from perceiving this to be his Son's Mi&s;tre&s;s. For to hope for one &s;owce of Money, or to think of topping upon the old Fellow will be to no pur|po&s;e. I &s;hall come off nobly, and with flying Colours, if I can compound for a Leg or an Arm. It goes to the very heart of me, to have &s;uch a de|licate bit &s;natcht &s;o &s;uddenly out of my very Chaps.&mdash; What &s;hall I go about?&mdash; Or what &s;hall I invent?&mdash; I mu&s;t draw a new Platform.&mdash; Hang't, <HI>Diligence out does the Devil.</HI>&mdash; Suppo&s;e I go this way to work.&mdash; Pox, that won't do&mdash; Suppo&s;e that way.&mdash; 'T will be all one.&mdash; But I believe this will do't.&mdash; No,&mdash; Yes, be&s;t of all&mdash; I ha't, I ha't: I believe I &s;hall once more come to the fingering of that damn'd Run-a-gate Money.</P>
</SP>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Clinie <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE></P>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> From this time forward no|thing can happen to me that can give me any di&s;|quiet: Such is the Happine&s;s I'm &s;urpriz'd into. I'll &s;o wholly give up my &s;elf to my Fathers plea|&s;ure now, that I'll be far better than he him&s;elf can wi&s;h.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> I wasn't be&s;ide the mark I &s;ee: The Gentlewoman is really di&s;covered, by what I
<PB N="154" REF="97"> hear from the Spark&mdash; <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Clinie.</STAGE> I'm heartily glad, Sir, things are fallen out &s;o favourable to your de&s;ires.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, hone&s;t Boy, did you hear on't too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, for I was by at the di&s;covery.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did ye ever know any one &s;o fortunate as I?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me die if I'm half &s;o glad for my own. &s;ake as for hers, whom no ble&s;&s;ing can be too great for.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I believe &s;o too. Now <HI>Clinie</HI> it comes to your turn to do us a &s;mall kindne&s;s: You mu&s;t remember your Friend, that his bu&s;ine&s;s may be &s;ecur'd too, and his Mi&s;tre&s;s be &s;till conceal'd from our old Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>not minding him.</STAGE> Gods!&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Forbear the&s;e Raptures.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Shall my dear <HI>Antiphila</HI> be mine then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Won't ye let me &s;peak, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>What would&s;t have me do, old Soul? <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">m &s;o tran&s;ported, prithee bear with me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith &s;o I do, but &s;ore again&s;t my will.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;till not minding him.</STAGE> We &s;hall live as happy as the Gods.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ee my Labour's lo&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now &s;peak, I'm ready.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But by and by you won't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, but I will.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I tell ye, Sir, there's &s;ome care to be taken, that your Friend's Bu&s;ine&s;s be &s;ecur'd. Now if you go away and leave <HI>Bacchis</HI> at our Hou&s;e, my old Ma&s;ter will immediately find her to be his Son's Mi&s;tre&s;s: But if you take her along with ye, the Intrigue will be as much i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th' dark, as ever 'twas,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="155" REF="97">Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, but <HI>Syrus,</HI> nothing makes more a|gain&s;t my wedding than this; for with what Face can I &s;peak on't to my Father? Do you mind what I &s;ay?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;hall I &s;ay to him? what excu&s;e can I pretend?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat?&mdash; I wou'dn't have ye &s;ay one word of untruth: but e'en plainly tell him the whole bu&s;ine&s;s. <HI>Clin.</HI> How!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'd have ye tell him your Pa&s;&s;ion for <HI>Anti|phila,</HI> and that you'd needs marry her: but that this <HI>Bacchis</HI> is <HI>Clitipho</HI>'s Mi&s;tre&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>You demand of me nothing but what is ju&s;t, rea&s;onable and ea&s;ie; I &s;uppo&s;e you'd have me beg my Father to keep all from your old Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mi&s;take me; I'd ha' your Father tell him the whole &s;tory directly, from top to bottom</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! Are you mad or drunk? Introth you'll plainly ruin him: Prithee-tell me how he can have <HI>his Bu&s;ine&s;s &s;ecur'd,</HI> as ye &s;ay?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, I reckon this a M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;ter-piece of my Cunning: In this P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">t I triumph in having that mighty knack and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">ulty at Juggling as to cheat both of them, by telling the truth: So that when your old Gentleman &s;hall tell our old Gentleman of his Sons Mi&s;tre&s;s, he &s;hall laugh at it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>So you <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ce more de&s;troy all my hopes of Matrimony: F<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> as long as <HI>Chremes</HI> believes her to be my Mi&s;tre<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">; he'll never venture his Daugh|ter upon me. <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">rhaps you don't care whether I &s;ink or &s;wim, &s;o you can but &s;erve <HI>Clitipho</HI>'s turn.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Pox! D'ye think I'd ha' ye act the <HI>Cheats</HI> for ever? One day &s;erves my turn, till I've finger'd the Money, that's all: Not a bit longer do I de&s;ire.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="156" REF="98">Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will one day &s;erve? But what if his Fa|ther &s;hou'd find out all i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th mean time?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Right! And what if the Sky &s;hou'd fall!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>I dread what will come on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dread? A Fiddle-&s;tick! As if you weren't <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ble to &s;lip your Neck out o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> the Collar, when <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ou plea&s;e; you may clear all by making a full di&s;covery.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well come on then, let <HI>Bacchis</HI> be brought over then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's very well.&mdash; Here &s;he comes.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Bacchis <HI>and</HI> Phyrgia.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Phyrgia <HI>entring.</HI></STAGE> I faith this Rogue's impudent Pretences have brought me hither to a fair purpo&s;e; in hopes of the Thirty Guinea's he promi&s;ed me: And if he fools me now, he &s;hall <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">awn and cringe, till his Heart ake for me, to come hither again, and I'll not do't: Or el&s;e I'll <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ake an A&s;&s;ignation. and appoint a time (which he'll be &s;ure to tell his Ma&s;ter of;) and when <HI>Cii|tipho</HI>'s Mind is big with expectation, I'll baffle 'em and not come at all; and then <HI>Syrus</HI>'s Back &s;hall <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">undly &s;mart for't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clin.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>overhearing.</STAGE> She promi&s;es very fair, <HI>Sy|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye think &s;he's in je&s;t, Sir? She'll as fairly ourform it, if I don't look to my hits.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Phrygia</STAGE> They're in a dead Sleep &s;ure; <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word">l<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ll rou&s;e 'em with a vengeance.&mdash; Hark ye, <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">rygia,</HI> did you take notice of <HI>Charine</HI>'s Hou&s;e which the Man &s;hew'd us ju&s;t now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I did Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis the very next Hou&s;e on the Right|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">and. <HI>Phr.</HI> I remember it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hie you thither, full &s;peed: For the Captain is ju&s;t now with <HI>Charine</HI> at <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">acchus</HI>'s Fea&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a Devil's to do now? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="157" REF="98">Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tell him I'm here &s;ore again&s;t my will, and am kept by force: But I'll have a trick to get rid of 'em, and come to him &s;trait. <STAGE>Phrygia <HI>going off.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>S death! I'm at my la&s;t Prayers <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE> Stay Madam, &s;tay, Where are you &s;ending her, I be|&s;eech ye? Call her back.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Phrygia.</STAGE> Get you gone, I &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Guineas are ju&s;t ready, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then I'll &s;tay. <STAGE>Phrygia <HI>returns.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall receive em in a minute.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>As you plea&s;e for that: D'ye &s;ee me in &s;uch ha&s;te for 'em?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Madam, do you know, what you are to do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>What?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t ju&s;t &s;tep over to <HI>Menedeme</HI>'s, and all your Train mu&s;t go too</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ye impudent Dog, what d'ye mean? <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>To coyn Money for your Ladi&s;hip's u&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye think me a fit Per&s;on to play upon thus?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, I'm in earne&s;t, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have I any bu&s;ine&s;s with you there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, Madam, but there I'll pay you the Money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's be going then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come this way, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ex.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bacchis <HI>led out by</HI> Clinie, <HI>and</HI> Phrygia.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Soho, <HI>Dromo.</HI></P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Dromo.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dro.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who calls?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dro.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the Matter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bring over all <HI>Bacchis</HI>'s Servants to your Hou&s;e quickly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">o.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o tho?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Don't &s;tand to ask Que&s;tions, let em carry all their Baggage with em too: The old Gentle|man will think his Charge is le&s;&s;en'd as &s;oon as his Hou&s;e is clear o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th Lumber: Faith he little thinks he &s;hall pay &s;awee for't at the long run: And you, <HI>Dromo,</HI> if you have any Wit, take not the lea&s;t notice of what you know.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="158" REF="99">Dro.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'll &s;ay, I'm a perfect Mute.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Dromo, <HI>and pre&s;ently re-enters with</HI> Bacchis's <HI>Servants, and their Luggage, cro&s;&s;ing the Stage.</HI></STAGE></P>
<STAGE>After them enter Chremes.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> As I'm a Sinner, I can't but pity my poor Neighbour's Ca&s;e, to &s;ee him under &s;uch great Misfortunes, as to be forc'd to maintain this Creature, with all her Family at her back. I'm &s;atisfied he won't feel much for a Week or &s;o, 'cau&s;e of his longing de&s;ire to &s;ee his Son. But when he once comes to find &s;uch a va&s;t Charge to continue daily, and that there will be no end on't, he'll wi&s;h his Boy at the furthe&s;t <HI>Indies.</HI>&mdash; Oh, here is <HI>Syrus</HI> very &s;ea&s;onably.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why don't I board him? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! Sir!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What makes ye &s;o merry?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I've wi&s;h'd for ye this half hour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I fancy you ve been tampering with the old Gentleman about &s;omewhat.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mean that which we di&s;cours'd of ju&s;t now&mdash; <HI>No &s;ooner &s;aid, but done.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>In good earne&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Sir, in good earne&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith I can't forbear &s;troaking thee. Come hither ye little Rogue, I ll remember thee for this: E'dad I will.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, Sir, if you knew how prettily it jump'd into my Brain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pho! D ye pride your &s;elf 'cau&s;e of your good Luck?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth, not I: I only &s;peak the truth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>L<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> hear t then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Clinie</HI> has told his Father that <HI>Bacchis</HI> is your Son's Mi&s;tre&s;s: and that he brought her thi|ther only to ca&s;t a Mi&s;t before your E<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="159" REF="99">Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray tell me what ye think on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twas admirable, I &s;wear.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> Ay, if you knew all&mdash; But mark what Plot's behind.&mdash; Then <HI>Clinie</HI> tells him he has &s;een your Daughter, is much taken with her, and has a Mind to marry her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;he that we ve ju&s;t found to be ours?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Sir.&mdash; And he'll de&s;ire his Father to get your con&s;ent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o, <HI>Syrus?</HI> I don't under&s;tand any rea&s;on for it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;haw! you're &s;o dull of Apprehen&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Like enough.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>His Father is to give him Money for the Wedding, to&mdash; you take me, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>To buy him a Wedding-&s;uit, I warrant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Right, right.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But I'll neither give him my Daughter, nor my Promi&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, Sir? Why not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why not, &s;ay ye? D'ye think I'll marry her to a&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>As you plea&s;e for that; I didn't &s;ay you &s;hou'd let him have her for good and all; but only pretend it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hate &s;uch Pretences.&mdash; Plot as you plea&s;e, &s;o as you don't make me one of the Plot. Shall I promi&s;e to give my Daughter when I don't intend to do any &s;uch thing?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I was in hopes you might.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not a bit on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Introth it might ha' been done cleverly; I had ne're undertook it, hadn't you urg'd me to't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I grant it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But however, Sir, my Intentions were good.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I d ha' ye by all means do your be&s;t to cheat <HI>Menedeme,</HI> but then I d ha' ye go another way to work.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="160" REF="100">Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>So I will, Sir, we'll find out one.&mdash; But for the Money I told ye your Daughter owes to <HI>Bacchis,</HI> that mu&s;t be paid down upo' th' Nail. Neither will you (I pre&s;ume) &s;hift it off by &s;aying, <HI>What is t to me? Did &s;he lend me the Money? Was't done by my Orders? What had &s;he to do pawn my Daughter, without my con&s;ent?</HI> As for that, the old Saying s true, <HI>You may have much Law o' your &s;ide, and but little Equity.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I ll ha' none of the&s;e &s;hifts.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tho' others may do't, yet 'twon't look well in you, for the whole Town counts you a rich Man, and very well to pa&s;s i'th' World.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well then I ll go, and pay the Money my &s;elf,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You d better order your Son to do that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e he now goes under the Name of her Gallant. <HI>Chr.</HI> What of all that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why if he carry't him&s;elf, the thing will look as if it had &s;omething of truth in't: And by that means I &s;hall the more dexterou&s;ly bring a|bout my own de&s;ign too&mdash; Oh, yonder's the Man, you'd be&s;t &s;tep in and fetch the Money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>So I will. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Chremes.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Clitipho <HI>at another part of the Stage.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> There's nothing &s;o ea&s;ie, but it becomes hard to an unwilling mind. This very walk I have taken, tho but a little one, yet how faint t has made me. And now, I dread nothing &s;o much as to be &s;ent on another Fool's Errand, and not &s;uffer'd to come nigh my dear <HI>Bacchis.</HI>&mdash; <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Syrus.</STAGE> Now all the Gods confound thee for a Rogue, and all th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> fine Tricks and Inventions!&mdash; Thou art always framing &s;ome damn'd V<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">llany to plague me <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Keep <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ur Cur&s;es to your &s;elf (if you go to that) I'm <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> Ill-nature had liked to
<PB N="161" REF="100"> have brought my Neck to a Halter. <STAGE>Hu&s;&s;ingly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>O' my Soul, I wi&s;h it had! I'm &s;ure 'twas no more than you de&s;erv'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Than I de&s;erv'd.&mdash; How &s;o pray? I'm glad I know &s;o much of your Mind before ye receiv'd the Money I ju&s;t got ready for ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>What cou'd I ha' &s;aid le&s;s t'ye? You went and brought my Mi&s;tre&s;s hither, and then not &s;uffer me to come nigh her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, I ha' done, I'm cool again.&mdash; But can you gue&s;s where your Mi&s;tre&s;s is?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why at our Hou&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No but &s;he isn't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where then pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>At Mr. <HI>Clinie<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>All's gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Courage, Sir: You your &s;elf &s;hall go to her with the Money promis'd her pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou prate&s;t like a Fool; Where &s;hou'd I ha't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>From your own Daddy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>You only banter me. <STAGE>Smilingly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'll &s;oon &s;ee that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay then I'm made for ever, <HI>Syrus!</HI>&mdash; Dear Rogue, let me bu&s;s thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>'St! there comes your Father.&mdash; Have a care you don't play the Fool, and make a wonder|ment at the Matter; ob&s;erve the Motion; do as you're bid, and ask no Que&s;tions.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Chremes <HI>with a bag of Money.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where's this <HI>Clitipho</HI> now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say, here Sir&mdash; <STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here he is, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Syrus.</STAGE> Ha' you told him the Bu&s;ine&s;s?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t of it, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE> Here take this Money, and carry it to her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="162" REF="101">Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Zookers: Why d'ye &s;tand like a Po&s;t? Why don't ye take it? <STAGE><HI>[A&s;ide to</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Giv't me if you plea&s;e. <STAGE>Chremes <HI>gives him the Money.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Follow me as fa&s;t as you can.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Cliti|pho.</STAGE>&mdash; But you, Sir, be pleas'd to &s;tay here a minute till we come back, for we ve no occa&s;ion to &s;tay long there. <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Chremes.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Clitipho <HI>and</HI> Sy<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">us.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chremes</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE> <HI>alone.</HI></STAGE></P>
<P>So my Daughter has got Thirty good Pounds of me already, which account goes for her Board. I &s;uppo&s;e the other Thirty mu&s;t follow for fine Cloaths. After this comes a round Sum for a Por|tion. Well! This &s;ame <HI>Cu&s;tom is the Devil.</HI> Now mu&s;t I leave all Works to find &s;ome hone&s;t Fellow to ea&s;e me of that Money I've been &s;o long &s;cra|ping together.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>To him enter</HI> Menedeme.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Clinie <HI>within.</HI></STAGE> Dear Child, now do I think my &s;elf the happie&s;t Father i'th' World, &s;ince I find you &s;o well reform<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>overhearing.</STAGE> How &s;weetly he's mi&s;taken. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Chremes!</HI> 'twas you I wanted.&mdash; Now, Sir, you may be the making of my Son, my &s;elf, and Family; and I beg you'd do't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Sir, What wou'd ye ha' me do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;eems you have found out a Daughter to day.&mdash; My Son <HI>Clinie</HI> de&s;ires your Con&s;ent to marry her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;s me! What a &s;trange Man are you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>What d'ye mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha' ye &s;o &s;oon forgot the Trick we talk'd of ju&s;t now, which was to be play'd to chou&s;e you of your Money?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>I remember it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="163" REF="101">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Why this is it they're now at work upon.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>What is't you &s;ay <HI>Chremes?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; I ll warrant ye, this &s;ame <HI>Bacchis</HI> at your Hou&s;e is my Son's Mi&s;tre&s;s too; Is &s;he not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>They &s;ay &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And you believe it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, that I do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then they pretend that your Son has a Mind to be married: So that when I've promis'd him my Daughter, you may let him ha' Money to buy Wedding-Cloaths and the like.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's the bu&s;ine&s;s then, he wants it for his Mi&s;tre&s;s. <HI>Chr.</HI> No doubt on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas unhapp<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Man! My Joys are nipt i'th' bud: And yet I'd rather endure any thing than part with him again.&mdash; What an&s;wer, Sir, &s;hall I carry from ye, that he mayn't perceive I've found it out or lay it to Heart?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>To Heart &s;ay ye?&mdash; P&s;haw! <HI>Menedeme</HI> you cocker him too much by half.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let it be &s;o: I'm gone too far to draw back:&mdash; I beg, Sir, but the continuance of your Favours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may tell him we met and treated of the Match;&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, and what more?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; That I'm ready to do any thing: that I like him for a Son-in-Law: And la&s;tly, if you plea&s;e you may tell him I've given my Con&s;ent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh that's it I'd have.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>That he may ask ye for the Money the &s;ooner, and you the &s;ooner part with it according to your Wi&s;h.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's what I aim at.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Introth, by what I can &s;ee, you'll quickly be cloy'd with this Son of yours; but as the Ca&s;e
<PB N="164" REF="102"> &s;tands, if you've your Wits about ye, you mu&s;t give it him very cautiou&s;ly, and little by little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>So I will.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You had be&s;t go in and &s;ee how much he'd have, I &s;hall be at home, if you want me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis that I'd have, for whate're I do I &s;hall make you acquainted with. <HI>Exeunt.</HI></P>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The End of the Fourth Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT V.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Menedeme</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone.</STAGE>
<P>FOr my part, I mu&s;t own my &s;elf to be &s;ome|what &s;illy, and &s;low of Apprehen&s;ion: But my Neighbour here, this &s;ame A&s;&s;i&s;tant, Coun&s;el|lor, and &s;age Direct <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">o mine out-does me a bar and a half. All the honourable Titles of a Fool, Blockhead, Clod-pate, A&s;s, and Dolt, may well enough be appl'd to me; but they won't come up to him: for his Folly is beyond all Expre&s;&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Chremes <HI>at another part of the Stage.</HI></STAGE></P>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> So&s;trata <HI>within.</HI></STAGE> P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ithee Wife don't tire out the Gods with being &s;o unmannerly over|thankful for having found out your Daughter, unle&s;s you mea&s;ure them by your &s;elf, and fancy they can t under&s;tand a thing without hearing it a hundred times over&mdash; <STAGE>to him&s;elf</STAGE> But i'th' mean time, what a-duce makes <HI>Clitipho</HI> and <HI>Syrus</HI> &s;tay &s;o long at <HI>Mendeme<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who are tho&s;e that &s;tay &s;o long, <HI>Chremes?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah; Mr. <HI>Menedeme</HI> are you got hither a|gain?&mdash; Well, Sir, did ye tell your Son what I &s;aid?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="165" REF="102">Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Every Syllable, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And what &s;ays he to't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>He was as much tran&s;ported, as if he had a mind to be married.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha,&mdash; ha,&mdash; he.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>What d'ye laugh at?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Man <HI>Syrus's</HI> Trick came ju&s;t into my Mind. <HI>Men.</HI> Indeed?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>This cunning Rogue has a knack of &s;et|ting other Peoples Faces as well as his own.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mean my Son only counterfeits his Joy. <HI>Chr.</HI> Yes, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>This very bu&s;ine&s;s came in my Head too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah he's a pickled Rogue. <STAGE>Laughs.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'd &s;ay &s;o indeed if you knew all. <STAGE>Jeeringly</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say ye &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Sir, give me the hearing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But hold.&mdash; Fir&s;t, I de&s;ire to know how much you've thrown away upon 'em: For as &s;oon as you told your Son I had promis'd him my Daughter, immediately <HI>Dromo,</HI> I'll warrant ye, clapped in a Word, that the Bride wanted Wed|ding Cloaths, Jewels, Attendants, and the like, that you might give 'em Money for 'em.</P>
<STAGE>Laughs again.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not a word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! not a word. <STAGE>In a maze.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor your Son neither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not a tittle, Sir, but was only very ur|gent to ha the match &s;truck up to day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You amaze me.&mdash; But what did my Man, did he &s;ay nothing too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing at all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;o, I be&s;eech ye!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, I can't tell.&mdash; But I admire that
<PB N="166" REF="103"> you &s;hou'd &s;ee other things &s;o well, and not this.&mdash; P&s;haw! 'Tis only <HI>Syrus</HI> has &s;et your Son's Face too &s;o admirably well, that no Man could &s;u&s;pect in the lea&s;t this <HI>Bacchis</HI> to be my Boy's Mi&s;tre&s;s.</P>
<STAGE>Jeeringly.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>How's that!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll not &s;ay a word o' their ki&s;&s;ing and clipping: for I reckon that nothing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What more cou'd be done to carry on the Counterfeit? <HI>Men.</HI> Pi&s;h!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What is't, I be&s;eech ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, ob&s;erve then.&mdash; I've a little with|drawing Room at the back part of my Hou&s;e; where a Bed was brought in and made up.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What followed?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>What?&mdash; Why thither went <HI>Clitipho.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>All alone? <HI>Men.</HI> Yes alone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Mind mi&s;gives me &s;trangely <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Immediately after him went <HI>Bacchis</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>All alone too. <HI>Men.</HI> Ay, all alone too</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm ruined.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>As &s;oon as they were in, they made fa&s;t the Door.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>How!&mdash; Was your Son a Looker on all the while.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why not? He and I &s;aw it together.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, <HI>Menedeme,</HI> &s;he's certainly my Son's Whore then. I am ab&s;olutely undone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I ha' &s;carce where withal to keep Hou&s;e for ten days.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>What! Are ye concerned that he &s;hou'd help his Friend a little?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, but for fear he &s;hou'd keephis &s;he Friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, if he &s;hou'd indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye que&s;tion that?&mdash; D'ye know any one of &s;uch a ba&s;e and poor Spirit, as to &s;uffer his own Mi&s;tre&s;s before his Face to be.&mdash; <HI>Men.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="167" REF="103">Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha&mdash; ha&mdash; he. Why not? That I might the ea&s;ier be impo&s;ed upon.</P>
<STAGE>Jeeringly.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye jeer me, Sir?&mdash; Now what rea&s;on have I to cur&s;e my own Stupidity? How many &s;igns ha they given me to di&s;cover the Cheat, hadn't I been a down-right Stock? what things have I been an Eye-witne&s;s to? Fool that I am!&mdash; But as I'm a living Soul they &s;han't go off Scot|free: for immediately I'll&mdash; <STAGE>In a Pa&s;&s;ion.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting.</STAGE> Ha' ye no Government? Ha' ye no regard to your &s;elf? Methinks my Ex|ample might be of u&s;e t'ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Anger quite di&s;tracts me <HI>Menedeme.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>That you &s;hou'd &s;ay &s;uch a word now. Isn't that a great failing in you to advi&s;e others, and be &s;o wi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e abroad, and yet can't help your &s;elf at home?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What cour&s;e &s;hall I take?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>The &s;ame which you &s;aid I was &s;o defective in&mdash; Make him &s;en&s;ible that you are his Father, that he may venture to tru&s;t all his Secrets, wants and de&s;ires with you alone, le&s;t he &s;eek his redre&s;s el&s;ewhere, and cry, <HI>Good bw'ye Father.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, let him be jogging to <HI>Jericho</HI> for me, rather than here by his Debaucheries bring his poor Father to a Cru&s;t. For, <HI>Menedeme,</HI> if I go on thus to &s;upply all his Extravagances, I &s;hall quickly come to your Hedging and Ditching.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a great many Troubles will ye pull down upo' your Head, if you don't look about ye: you'll &s;hew your &s;elf a rigid Father, and pardon him at la&s;t, when he won't give ye one good word for your pains.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, Sir! You can't conceive how much it goes to the Heart of me</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat you plea&s;e for that.&mdash; But what
<PB N="168" REF="104"> &s;ay ye to my propo&s;al? will you marry your Daughter to my Son? or ha' ye another in your Eye, that you like better?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>No; I like him for a Son-in-law, and I like the Alliance too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Money &s;hall I tell him you'll give with her?&mdash; What no an&s;wer?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>pau&s;ing.</STAGE> Money &s;ay ye? <HI><STAGE>Shakes his Head.</STAGE></HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, Sir! <STAGE>Sighing.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come <HI>Chremes,</HI> don't trouble your &s;elf, tho' it be but a little; Portion &s;hall break no Squares.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I de&s;ign'd her indeed no more than Three hundred Pounds, being all my E&s;tate wou'd bear: But if you tender the Welfare of me, my E&s;tate, and Son, you may tell him I've promis'd to give all I'm worth for a Portion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Project are ye framing now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may pretend to wonder at it, and ask him too why I did it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;o I may, for I can't conceive, why you &s;hou'd do it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No?&mdash; Why to curb, and cool his Cou|age, now &s;olely bent to Luxury, and Debauchery, and bring him to that pa&s;s, that he &s;han't know where to turn him&s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>What d'ye mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Sir, let me ha' my Humour in this thing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well!&mdash; But wou'd ye have me do &s;o indeed?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then I will, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Sir, let your Son get ready, and &s;end for his Bride. As for mine I'll rattle him to &s;ome Tune, as Fathers &s;hou'd do their Children.&mdash; But for that Dog <HI>Syrus.</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="169" REF="104">Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat will ye do to him?</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Whil&s;t</HI> Chremes <HI>&s;peaks the next Exit</HI> Menedeme.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat? If I live, I'll &s;o lace his Jacket, and curry his Hide for him, that he &s;hall remem|ber<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t as long as he has an hour to breath:&mdash; Damn'd Rogue, to think to make a Laughing|&s;tock and May-game o' me; I'll be hang'd if the Ra&s;cal dare ha' &s;erv'd a poor friendle&s;s VVidow &s;o, as he has &s;erv'd me. <STAGE>Walks about in a huff.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Re-enters</HI> Menedeme <HI>with</HI> Clitipho, <HI>and</HI> Syrus <HI>following after.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Menedeme <HI>entring.</HI></STAGE> I be&s;eech ye Mr. <HI>Menedeme,</HI> is't come to that then? that my Fa|ther &s;hou'd &s;o &s;uddenly ca&s;t off all natural Affecti|on? For what Offence? VVhat grievous Crime have I mi&s;erable Fellow committed? I do but what all <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">oung Per&s;ons commonly do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE> I'm &s;en&s;ible this is mo&s;t hard and &s;evere to you that bear the burden of it: but I my &s;elf re&s;ent it no le&s;s than you, tho' I know not why, and can give ye no rea&s;on for't, but only my extraordinary kindne&s;s for ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Didn't ye &s;ay my Father was hard by?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, there he walks. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Menedeme.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat d'ye blame me for <HI>Clitipho?</HI> what I ha' done was to cure thee, and th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> ra&s;hne&s;s too: when I &s;aw you of that &s;luggi&s;h Nature, and were all for the pre&s;ent Enjo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ment, without con&s;ider|ing the Future; I then took a Method to &s;ecure you from want, and my E&s;tate from ruine. And &s;eeing I cou'dn't make ye m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ei<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, as by Nature I ought, I had recour&s;e to your highe&s;t Relations, making over and tru&s;ting all <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">o their Hands. There you'll ever find Sanctuary for you<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Mi&s;carriages, meet with Diet, Cloaths, and a Hou&s;e to hide. your head in.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVoe's me!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="170" REF="105">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is better than by making you my Heir, to let <HI>Bacchis</HI> run away with all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm undone! VVhat a Storm has my Rogue|&s;hip rai&s;ed before I was a ware&mdash; <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVou'd to God I were dead!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray learn fir&s;t what 'tis to live, when you've try'd that and don't like it, then die if you will.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Sir, will you hear me one word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Speak then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But may I freely, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Speak I &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat Inju&s;tice and Madne&s;s is it, that he &s;hou'd be puni&s;h'd for my Offence,&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis done; don't you meddle nor make. No body impeaches you <HI>Syrus;</HI> therefore you needn't look out for a Sanctuary, or one to plead for ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Sir, what's your de&s;ign?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm neither angry with you nor him, nor ought you to be &s;o with me for what I ha' done.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Chremes <HI>ha&s;tily.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's flung away.&mdash; Pox! wou'd I had ask'd him.&mdash; <HI>Clit.</HI> VVhat <HI>Syrus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; VVhere I &s;hou'd ha' had my Belly|timber, &s;ince he has turn'd us out of doors,&mdash; You it &s;eems may mump it at your Si&s;ters.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Am I reduc'd to this then, that I mu&s;t &s;tarve for want of Bread?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>However whil&s;t there's Life there's hopes.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Of what?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Of a good coming Stomach.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are ye &s;o game&s;ome in time of Adver&s;ity? And not give me one pu&s;h at this dead lift?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Sir, I'm ready for't, and was ham|mering on't all the time your Father was School|ing of ye&mdash; And as far as I can perceive.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee what?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="171" REF="105">Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>paw&s;ing.</STAGE> You &s;hall ha't pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray what is't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Ca&s;e is thus: For my part, I don't be|lieve you are any of their Son.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>'How's that <HI>Syrus?</HI> Art mad? <STAGE>Ha&s;tily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tell ye my Rea&s;ons, judge of 'em as you plea&s;e.&mdash; VVhil&s;t they had none but you, and you alone were all their Joy, they then cocker'd you up, and gave ye any thing. But now they have found a Daughter, they've found an oc|ca&s;ion to &s;end you packing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>That &s;eem's very probable.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye think he'd ha' been &s;o damn'd mad for a Peccadillo el&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't think he wou'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's another bu&s;ine&s;s to be well con|&s;ider'd: All Mothers you know are Pleaders for their Sons Faults, and con&s;tantly take their parts again&s;t their Fathers: But here we &s;ee no &s;uch matter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very true, Faith; therefore good Boy, tell me what to do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>E<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">en put it to 'em to re&s;olve ye that Scruple, and don't mince the Matter: If it be fal&s;e you'll work upon their Affections: If true, you'll know your own Parents.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Coun&s;el's good, I'll follow it.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syrus</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone.</STAGE>
<P>E<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">gad this was a lucky Hit: for the le&s;s hope the Spark has, he'll much the &s;ooner make his Peace with his Father, and at his own Terms too.&mdash; Perhaps the Toy may take him i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th' Crown to tye him&s;elf to a Wife; but God-a-mercy to Good|man <HI>Jobber Knowles</HI> here. <STAGE>Strikes him&s;elf on the Head.</STAGE> What noi&s;e is that?&mdash; Oh, 'tis the old Man coming again.&mdash; I mu&s;t ev'n &s;eamper for't&mdash;
<PB N="172" REF="106"> Con&s;idering what has been done, I wonder he didn't order me to be tru&s;s'd up with a Whip-&s;titch before now.&mdash; I'll betake me to Mr. <HI>Menedeme</HI>'s, and get him beg me off. I'll never tru&s;t this old Fellow. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Syrus.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>'Enter</HI> Chremes <HI>and</HI> So&s;trata.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Introth, my dear Husband, if you ben't very cautious, you'll make the Boy do him&s;elf &s;ome mi&s;chief. And I can't but admire how &s;uch a Whim came into your Head.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'll be a Woman &s;till! Can't I do any thing but you mu&s;t thwart me pre&s;ently, Mrs. <HI>Impertinence?</HI>&mdash; Put the Ca&s;e I &s;hou'd ask ye what's ami&s;s in't, or upon what account 'twas done, you can't an&s;wer me. Therefore why do ye &s;o con|fidently oppo&s;e me, ye old Fool?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can't I an&s;wer ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, yes, you can, I'd rather grant that, than tell the Story a hundred times over.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>What an unrea&s;onable thing 'tis to make me &s;tand like <HI>Mum-chance</HI> at &s;uch a time as this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I don't make ye, &s;peak your Heart out, I'll do as I plea&s;e for all that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will ye &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes by Cock&s;nowns will I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>You don't con&s;ider the ill con&s;equence of it. He'll think him&s;elf a Foundling.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Foundling &s;ay ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed, dear Husband he will.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And you may &s;o too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh I be&s;eech ye, let them &s;ay &s;o that hate 's mo&s;t: Shall I &s;ay he's none of my Son, that is my Son?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What? Are <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e afraid you can't make it ou<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> he's your Son whene're you plea&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>What becau&s;e he's &s;o like my new found Daughter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="173" REF="106">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, but becau&s;e he's &s;o like you in Hu|mours, which is a more convincing Argument by half: That way you'll ea&s;ily prove him your own: For he re&s;em bles ye extreamly: There's ne're an ill quality in him, but you have the &s;ame: Be|&s;ides there's not another Woman upon God's Earth, that cou'd ha' had &s;uch a Son&mdash; But here comes the Youth.&mdash; How gravely he looks. When you view him throughly, you'll know what he is.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> So&s;trata.</STAGE> If ever there was a time, Mo|ther, you took delight or plea&s;ure in calling me Son, I'd entreat ye to bring it to remembrance, and take pity upon a Wretch: who craves and de&s;ires to know who are his Parents.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>For Heaven's &s;ake dear Child, ne're &s;o much as think you had your being from any but us <HI>Clit.</HI> I can't help it. <STAGE>Sighing.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>weeping</STAGE> Ah me! How cou'd ye find in your Heart to ask me &s;uch a que&s;tion? As I hope for your Pro&s;perity when we are dead and gone, you are mine, and his And look to't (if you've any kindne&s;s for your Mother) that I never hear &s;uch a word from you again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And, Jackanapes, if you have any Reve|rence for your Father. Let me &s;ee any more of the&s;e Tricks, and you had better eat your Nails.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Tricks, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you mu&s;t needs know, I'll tell ye. The Tricks of an<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> impertinent, idle, cheating, drink|ing, whori<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">g, con<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">uining Debauchee.&mdash; Be|lieve what I &s;ay, and don't donbt but that I am your Father.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Does this come from a Fahter's Mouth?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No! Tho' you had &s;prung out o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> my fertile Brain, as <HI>Pallas</HI> they &s;ay did from mighty <HI>Jove</HI>'s,
<PB N="174" REF="107"> I'd not endure my &s;elf to be di&s;graced by your lewd Tricks. <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Gods forbid that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know not what the Gods will do, but I'll do my endeavour to prevent the wor&s;t.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE> You look about for Parents, which you don't want, but not at all for what is mo&s;t want|ing, as how to obey your Parents, and to pre|&s;erve what they by Indu&s;try have got. How cou'd ye ha' th' impudence to cheat your Father, and bring before his Face your&mdash; I am a&s;hamed to, name the filthy Word before you Mother; tho you were not &s;o to do the ba&s;er Act.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ala&s;s! How mad am I with my &s;elf! How a&s;ham'd of my &s;elf! I can't &s;o much as &s;ee which way to begin to pacifie him.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Menedeme.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf entring.</STAGE> Introth, <HI>Chremes</HI> han|dles the poor young Gentleman too &s;everely, and too roughly; Therefore I'm come to make up the Breach again.&mdash; Oh, be&s;t of all; there they are.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Mr. <HI>Menedeme,</HI> Why isn't my Daugh|&s;ent for to your Hou&s;e? And the Writings drawn about the Portion we agreed upon?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>For God's &s;ake Husband never do that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>kneeling.</STAGE> Dear Father! I be&s;eech ye to pardon me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray do, Mr. <HI>Chremes;</HI> let his Repen|tance win upon ye &s;o far.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall I in my right Sen&s;es part with my whole E&s;tate to a Baggage.&mdash; I'll be twice ad|vis'd fir&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>That we'll take care to prevent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;till kneeling.</STAGE> Sir, if you tender my Life, forgive me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, come &s;weet Husband do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="175" REF="107">Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee Mr. <HI>Chremes</HI> don't be &s;o ob&s;ti|nate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What means all this?&mdash; Well, I per|ceive, I mu&s;t not do what I de&s;ign'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now you do like a worthy Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But then upo this Condition, that he &s;hall do as I &s;hall think mo&s;t proper for him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll do any thing, Sir, pray command me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'd ha' ye Marry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>But Sir.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll take no Excu&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll engage for him, he &s;hall do't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But he him&s;elf &s;ays no &s;uch matter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Ca&s;e is de&s;perate. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>What d'ye boggle for <HI>Clitipho?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay let him e'en take his own way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;hall do as you'd have him.</P>
<P>So&s;t. <HI>Marriage is a Bug bear to Fools, but they that ha' try'd it find it a Ble&s;&s;ing.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clitipho</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Chremes.</STAGE> Well, I'll obey your plea|&s;ure, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE> In good Faith my Boy I've a fine Girl in my Eye for thee, which you can't choo&s;e but be plea&s;ed with; 'tis our Neighbour <HI>Phanacrates</HI>'s Daughter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pho! That Carrat-pated, Wall-eyed, Pim|ple-faced, Hook-no&s;ed Creature? It goes again&s;t me, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Loy ye now, how nice he's grown!&mdash; You may gue&s;s what his Mind has been mo&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> upon</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Clitipho.</STAGE> I'll tell ye of another then</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>No need of that: Since I mu&s;t marry, I've ju&s;t one in m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> own Eye, which I like very well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's my good Boy!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit </SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Archonides</HI>'s Daughter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's as well as I could wi&s;h.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="176" REF="108">Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Chremes.</STAGE> Now, Sir, I've one Favour to beg.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clit.</SPEAKER>
<P>To pardon <HI>Syrus</HI> all he has done for my &s;ake.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, I will. <STAGE>Turns to the Spectators.</STAGE></P>
<P>Gentlemen,</P>
<P>Fare ye well, and give us your approbation.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt omn<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"></STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>The End of the Self-Tormenter.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="108">
<P>THE BROTHERS. A COMEDY, Acted at the Funeral-Games of <HI>L. Emilius Paulus.</HI> WHEN <HI>Q. Fabius Maximus,</HI> and <HI>P. Cornelius</HI> the <HI>African</HI> were <HI>Curule Edil's,</HI> By the Company of <HI>L. Attilius</HI> of <HI>Prene&s;te,</HI> and <HI>Minucius Protimus.</HI></P>
<P><HI>Flaccu's</HI> made free by <HI>Claudius,</HI> Com|pos'd the Mu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">, which was perform'd on <HI>Tyrian</HI> FLUTES.</P>
<P>It was taken from the <HI>GREEK</HI> of <HI>Menander;</HI></P>
<P>And ACTED Under the Con&s;ul&s;hip of <HI>L. Anicius,</HI> and <HI>M. Cornelius.</HI></P>
<P>A. U. C. 583. <HI>Ante Chri&s;t</HI> 168.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="109">
<HEAD>Dramatis Per&s;onae.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<HEAD>MEN.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Micio, <HI>A Rich Citizen of</HI> Athens, <HI>a mild, &s;weet-natur'd old Gentleman, and a Batchelour; extream loving and kind to his Nephews</HI> E&s;chine <HI>and</HI> Cte&s;ipho; <HI>the fir&s;t of which he adopts for his own.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Demea, <HI>His Brother, Father to</HI> E&s;chine <HI>and</HI> Cte&s;ipho, <HI>a Countrey Gentleman, and a violent, angry, fretful, bu&s;ie, medling Fellow; &s;trict and &s;evere to his Sons, and a great pretender to Education.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>E&s;chine, Demea'<HI>s Elde&s;t Son, adopted by</HI> Micio, <HI>and in Love with</HI> Pamphila; <HI>a wildi&s;h, loo&s;e Spark of the Town, generous and free hearted, who by rea&s;on of</HI> Micio'<HI>s Indulgence often runs into open Extravagancies.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Cte&s;ipho, <HI>His Brother, as naturally vicious as the other, but for want of Incouragement is very fearful and &s;ecret, concealing all from his Father, whom he lives with in the Countrey.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Hegio, So&s;trata'<HI>s Kin&s;man, a down-right, true-hearted, hone&s;t</HI> Athenian.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Syrus, E&s;chine'<HI>s Servant, a jubtle, in&s;inuating, &s;h, in|genious Fe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">low, bold and &s;awcy, almo&s;t always bantering, impo&s;ing and putting upon</HI> Demea.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Dromo, <HI>Another of</HI> E&s;chine'<HI>s Servants.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Ge<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">a, <HI>A very hone&s;t, true and faithful Servant of</HI> So&s;trata<HI>'s.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nio, <HI>A Fooli&s;h Woman-Merchant,</HI> alias <HI>a Bawd.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>WOMEN.</HEAD>
<ITEM>So&s;trata, <HI>A decay'd old Gentlewoman of</HI> Athens.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Pamphila, <HI>Her Daughter, Debauch'd by</HI> E&s;chine.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Gautha<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">, <HI>Nur&s;e to</HI> Pamphila.</ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>MUTES.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Parmeno, Storax, <HI>and other Servants of</HI> Micio<HI>'s, t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e Mu|&s;ick-Girl, Rabble, Attendants,</HI> &amp;c.</ITEM>
</LIST>
<P><HI>Scene,</HI> ATHENS.</P>
<P>TIME, <HI>about Eight or Nine Hours</HI></P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB N="179" REF="109">
<HEAD>THE BROTHERS.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT I.</HEAD>
<OPENER>SCENE, <HI>The Street before</HI> Micio'<HI>s Door.</HI> TIME, <HI>Betimes in the Morning.</HI></OPENER>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Micio</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;peaks within</STAGE> <HI>Storax,</HI> I &s;ay!&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Micio <HI>alone.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE> O! No News, I &s;ee, of <HI>E&s;chine</HI> &s;ince la&s;t Night's Entertainment, nor of any of the Servants that went to bring him home.&mdash; VVell, 'tis true, as they &s;ay, if a Man be but out of the way, or out|&s;tays his time a little, he's le&s;s concern'd at the Scolding and Su&s;picions of a jealous VVife, than a fond Parent is for a Child upon the like occa&s;ion For &s;he, if you don't come in at your Hour, takes it for granted, that you have pick'd up a Girl, or a Girl you; or el&s;e that you're at the Tavern, or
<PB N="180" REF="110"> &s;ome other place of Diver&s;ion, or &s;o; however that you fare well, whate're becomes of the poor Soul at home. But for me now, what a VVorld of Thoughts, and what a rabble of Whim&s;ies have I i' my Head, for this Boys lying out la&s;t Night? Le&s;t he &s;hould be &s;tarved with Cold, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">mbl'd into a Cellar, or ha' broke a Leg or an Arm.&mdash; Lord! That a Man &s;hould &s;et his Heart upon any thing, and make it dearer to him than him&s;elf. And up|on the whole Matter, this Boy is none of my Son neither, but my Brother's, who is of a quite diffe|rent Humour from me. For my part, I always cho&s;e the quiet Life of the Town, to live at ea&s;e, and (what the Wits count a Happine&s;s) have never been troubled with a Wife. But my Brother o'th' other hand has always liv'd in the Country, pinch|ing and taking a world of Pains; committed Ma|trimony, and was the Father of two Sons: The Elde&s;t I have adopted, brought up, e&s;teem'd and lov'd as my own; I plea&s;e my &s;elf in him, the only Creature I dote upon. Then I do all I can <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">o make him think as well of me: I deny him no|thing, let him ev'n do what he will him&s;elf, and don't think it fit upon every turn to make u&s;e o' my Authority. In &s;hort, I ha' brought him to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">his, that he'll conceal none of the Levities of his <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word">, which others &s;o indu&s;triou&s;ly hide from their Fathers. For he that won't &s;tick to fal&s;ifie to his own Father, or will put upon him, will be <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ne to make bolder with other People. Twas always my Opinion, That 'tis much better to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">eep Children in order by Shame and Genero&s;ity of <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nclination, than by Fear, My Brother and I can't agree in this Point, and my way of Breeding won't down with him. Ever and anon he comes open Mouth to me.&mdash; <HI>Why</HI> Micio! <HI>What d'ye m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">an? Will ye be the Ruine of our Child? Why does</HI>
<PB N="181" REF="110"> <HI>he whore? Why does he drink? Why d'ye maintain him in all this? You let him go too fine: You are ex|treamly &s;illy in't.</HI> He's extreamly &s;evere, &s;ay I, be|yond all Right and Rea&s;on: And truly, in my Mind, that Man is very much out, that believes that Government purely by force &s;hould have more Authority, and a better Foundation, than when 'tis accompanied with Tenderne&s;s and Re|&s;pect. This is my Logick, and I argue thus. He that's compell'd by Threats to do his Duty, will be wary no longer than you've an Eye over him, but when he &s;ees he &s;han't be found out he'll ev'n follow his own Inclinations. But he that's go|vern'd by Love obeys mo&s;t chearfully, &s;trives to make his due returns, and is the &s;ame whether you are pre&s;ent or ab&s;ent. 'Tis a Father's part to u&s;e his Child &s;o as his own choice rather than out|ward con&s;traint, &s;hould put him upon doing well. Here lies the difference between a Father and a Ma&s;ter: and he that does otherwi&s;e, let him own that he under&s;tands not at all how to govern Children. <STAGE><HI>&s;eeing</HI> Demea <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE> But isn't that the Gentleman I am di&s;cour&s;ing of?&mdash; 'Tis he for certain.&mdash; He knits his B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ows, but I know not why. I believe he's upon the Railing pin, as he u&s;es to be.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Demea.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Brother! You are welcome to Town.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh! Well met! You're the Man I want.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>What makes you &s;o off the Hooks?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is that a Que&s;tion for me? when we have got &s;uch a hopeful Youth as <HI>E&s;chine?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;aid, twou'd be &s;o. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE> What has he done now pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>What has he done? He's a&s;ham'd of nothing, afraid of no body, and looks upon him|&s;elf to be a lawle&s;s Man. I have nothing to &s;ay to
<PB N="182" REF="111"> old Stories, but what a prank has he ju&s;t now plaid?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that I pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why? he has gone and forc'd open a Man's Door, broke into his Hou&s;e, beat the Ma&s;ter and and all his Family mo&s;t barbarou&s;ly, left 'em for dead, and carry'd off a Wench he had a fancy for, by force of Arms. Every body cry d &s;hame on't: What a world of People told me on't, as I came along! Nay, the whole Town rings on't. To &s;ay no more, if he wou'd but take Example, does he not &s;ee how clo&s;ely his Brother minds his his bu&s;ine&s;s, lives &s;paringly and &s;oberly in the Country? He wou'dn't do &s;uch a thing for the World. But, Brother, in blaming <HI>E&s;chine,</HI> I blame you too, tis you have been the &s;poiling of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's nothing more unrea&s;onable than a Man unacquainted with the World; that thinks nothing well done, but what he does him&s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why that pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Cau&s;e you take things much otherwi&s;e than ye ought. Believe me Brother, 'tis no &s;uch mighty bu&s;ine&s;s for a young Fellow to wench and drink a little: No, nor <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">et to break a Door: If you and I were le&s;s extravagant, twasn't for want of Will, but Money: And you count that your Vertue, which is only owing to Nece&s;&s;ity; which is not fairly done. For had we had where-withal, we &s;hou'd ha' been as wild as others: And had you but common Sen&s;e, you wou'd give that fine Son of yours the &s;ame liberty, whil&s;t he's young: rather than he &s;hou'd, when your Bones are laid (which he has often pray'd for) take the &s;ame wild Cour&s;es at an Age, when they will le&s;s be|come him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Sbud! You're enough to di&s;tract one! Then, be like there's no harm in a young Man to live at this mad rate!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="183" REF="111">Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Patience, good Brother! Prithee don't deafen my Ears with old Stories. You gave me your Son, and by Adoption he's mine; if he be extravagant, I &s;hall bear the blame on't, and pay for't over and above. He treats, he drinks, he dre&s;&s;es! 'Tis all at my Charge. He keeps a Mi&s;s too! I'll &s;upply his Pocket as long as I'm able, and when that fails, perhaps they'll turn him out. Has he broke any Doors? They &s;hall be made good. Torn any Cloaths? They &s;hall be mended too. I thank my Stars I've where-withal to do it, and as yet not unea&s;ie under it. In &s;hort! Either leave off complaining, or choo&s;e who you will be judg'd by: and I'll make't appear, that you're more to blame than I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mercy upon me! Learn to be a Father by them that are &s;o indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are his Father by Nature, but I have the care of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, &s;pecial care! <STAGE>Scornfully,</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, if you're at that Sport, I'll be gone.</P>
<STAGE>Offers to go.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will ye &s;o?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat &s;hou'd I &s;tay for to hear the &s;ame thing a thou&s;and times over.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis only from my concern for him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I'm concern'd for him too; but, good Brother, let's each concern our &s;elves as we ought; you for one, and I for t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">other: For you to take care of both, looks as if you revok'd that grant which made him mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! Brother. <STAGE>Shakes his Head.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll have it thus.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVill ye &s;o?&mdash; VVell, if that's your re|&s;olution: Let him &s;quander all, damn all, him&s;elf and all, tis all one to me. If ever I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;peak a Syllable more.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="184" REF="112">Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now you begin to be angry again.</P>
<STAGE>In a Pa&s;&s;ion</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Don't ye think there's rea&s;on for't. Do I de&s;ire to ha' your rare Son from ye? It grieves me, I mu&s;t confe&s;s, for he's my own Fle&s;h and Blood &s;till. If I oppo&s;e, I &s;hall&mdash; But I ha' done. You'd ha' me take care of one, and &s;o I will. Heavens be prais'd, he proves after my own Heart. Your Profligate will feel the &s;mart on't at la&s;t.&mdash; VVell! But I won't be too hard upon him. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Demea.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Micio</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone.</STAGE>
<P>I believe part of what he &s;aid is true, but not all: And truly I'm a little mov'd at it, though I wou'dn't &s;how my &s;elf concern'd before him: For He's &s;uch a &s;trange Man, that to pacifie him you mu&s;t cr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;s, and out-hector him, though then he can &s;carce contain him&s;elf. But &s;hou'd I chafe him, and blow the Coal, I &s;hou'd ev'n be a Mad|man for Company. Yet I mu&s;t confe&s;s my <HI>E&s;chiM</HI> has been a kind of a naughty Boy in this bu&s;ine&s;s What Courte&s;an has not he vi&s;ited? Or what pretty Face has not he pre&s;ented &s;ome Toy or o|ther to? In fine, not long ago (&s;ick I thought of the&s;e Creatures) he told me he wou'd take up and marry. I was in hopes the Heats of his Youth had been abated, and was heartily glad on't: When on a &s;udden a new Fires broke out. But I'll know't whate're the Matter is, and go &s;ee whe|ther I can meet with my Gentleman at the Change.</P>
</SP>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Micio.</STAGE></P>
<TRAILER>End of the Fir&s;t Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<PB N="185" REF="112">
<HEAD>ACT II.</HEAD>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> E&s;chine <HI>with a Sword drawn leading in the Mu&s;ick-Girl, and attended by</HI> Parmeno <HI>and</HI> Storax, <HI>after comes</HI> Sannio, <HI>running with the Rabble at his Heels.</HI></STAGE></P>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">n.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>as out of Breath.</STAGE> HElp&mdash; good Neigh|bours,&mdash; I be&s;eech ye<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Help&mdash; a&mdash; mi&s;e|rable, innocent&mdash; helple&s;s Creature.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to the Girl.</STAGE> Stand your ground my pretty Rogue, and don't be afraid. Why do&s;t thou look behind thee? There's no danger at all: And while I'm by, let him touch thee if he dare.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll have her again, in &s;pight of the World.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tho' he's a very Ra&s;cal, yet he &s;han't pro|voke me to give him another beating to day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hark ye, Sir, that you mightn't pretend to be ignorant of my Profe&s;&s;ion, I tell ye I'm a Woman-Merchant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Cock-Bawd you mean.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>And one of the greate&s;t Repute in Town. And don't you fancy now that you &s;hall get off by &s;aying, <HI>'Twas again&s;t my will that you were abus'd:</HI> By the Lord Harry, I value it not a Straw. A&s;&s;ure your &s;elf, I'll trounce ye to &s;ome Tune; your fine Words &s;hall never make amends for the Blows you gave me. I know the&s;e will be your Tricks and Excu&s;es. <HI>I'm extreamly &s;orry for't, I'll take my Oath you did not de&s;erve this u&s;age.</HI> When the truth on't is, I've been us'd wor&s;e than a Dog.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Parmeno.</STAGE> Run quickly before, Sirrah, and open the Door.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="186" REF="113">San.</SPEAKER>
<P>You had as good &s;tay where you are.</P>
<P><STAGE>Parmeno <HI>opens the Door.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to the Girl.</STAGE> Step in quickly with him, my dear Rogue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;tepping between.</STAGE> But I forbid that tho.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come hither <HI>Parmeno.</HI>&mdash; You are too far.&mdash; Stand clo&s;e to that Son of a Whore.&mdash; So, that's well. Take care to keep your Eye full upon mine, that when I tip the wink, you may be ready to give him a &s;lap in the Face.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'd fain &s;ee that. E&s;chine <HI>gives the Girl to</HI> Parmeno, <HI>which</HI> Sannio <HI>&s;eeing, runs &amp; catches hold of her.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have a care, <HI>Parmeno.</HI> <STAGE>Parmeno <HI>&s;trikes him.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Sannio.</STAGE> Dog! Let go your hold.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, mon&s;trous!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall ha the &s;econd part o'th' &s;ame Tune, if you han't a care. <STAGE>Parmeno <HI>&s;trikes him.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Murder! murder!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Parmeno.</STAGE> Hold, you go beyond your Commi&s;&s;ion. But better too much, than too little.&mdash; You may march off now you've got your black and blue Livery, Mr. <HI>Sannio!</HI></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Parmeno <HI>with the Girl.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>What do you mean, Sir? Do you reign Lord and Ma&s;ter here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I did, I'd reward your Bawd&s;hip accord|ing to your de&s;erts.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray what Authority have you over me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>None perhaps.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! D'ye know who I am, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor yet de&s;ire it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did I meddle with any thing of yours pra?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you had, Sirrah, it &s;hou'd ha' been a dear meddling.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="187" REF="113">San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then how comes it to be more lawful for <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ou to take my Goods, which I hone&s;tly bought <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nd paid for? An&s;wer me that pray.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>You hadn't be&s;t &s;tand bawling at this rate <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">efore the Door; if ye plague us any more, I'll ha' <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> dragg'd in, and whipp'd as long as ye can &s;tand.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;s me! Free-born, and whipp'd!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's your Doom.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh the Wickedne&s;s of the Man! Is this the eneral Freedom they talk of, with a Pox?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Worthy Mr. Pimp! If your mad Fit's <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ver, hear me a word, if your Honour's &s;o di&s;|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">os'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Was't I that was mad, or you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let that pa&s;s, now come to the point.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>What point? Whither &s;hall I come?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will ye give me leave to &s;peak about your <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">u&s;ine&s;s?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my heart, provided it be ju&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heigh to&s;s! The <HI>Bawd's turn'd Puritan,</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nd wou'd teach me Ju&s;tice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tho' I am a Bawd, the common bane of <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">outh, a for&s;worn Wretch, a publick Nu&s;ance; <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">et I never did you any wrong, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's kept for an after-clap.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Mr. <HI>E&s;chine,</HI> return to your fir&s;t <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ropo&s;al.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Girl co&s;t ye about Fifty Guineas, may <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> never thrive with ye! The Money &s;hall be paid <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>What if I won't part with her, who a plague &s;hall force me? Will you? <HI>E&s;ch.</HI> No.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>I was afraid you wou'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly, Friend <HI>Sannio,</HI> between you and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">, &s;he's not to be &s;old at all; for &s;he's a Gentle|woman, and &s;o I'll prove her to be. Now, Block|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ead, choo&s;e whether you'll take the Money, or
<PB N="188" REF="114"> try it out at Law.&mdash; Chew upon this, till co<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> back, worthy Mr. <HI>Pimpwell.</HI> <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> E&s;chi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sanni<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>alone.</STAGE> Heavens! Now I don't won<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> to &s;ee a Man's Brains turned by Oppre&s;&s;ion. T<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Son of Thunder has ravi&s;hed me out of my Ca&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> beat me to Mumm, took a Girl from me <HI>vi armis,</HI> and given poor <HI>Sanny</HI> above Five hund<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Ba&s;tinadoes. After this &s;weet u&s;age he'd ha' &s;urrender up my Right and Title to her witho<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> Intere&s;t. Faith he &s;hall have her indeed, &s;ince de&s;erves her &s;o well, and requires nothing <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> what's <HI>ju&s;t.</HI>&mdash; <STAGE>Studies.</STAGE> Well I wi&s;h it mi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> be &s;o, &s;o he pays me down the Ready.&mdash; B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> my Mind mi&s;gives me, damnably, that whene<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> I do but &s;et the Price, he'll pre&s;ently bring W<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">|ne&s;&s;es to &s;wear 'twas a direct Bargain between Then for my Money I may go whil&s;tle for't, He &s;ay, <HI>Come again an hour hence, to Morrow.</HI> Th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> I can bear too, &s;o I may be &s;ure on't at la&s;t, th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> it be &s;ome damage to me.&mdash; 'Twill be &s;o, &s;ure as a Gun. Since Friend <HI>Sanny</HI> thou ha&s;t take up &s;uch a na&s;ty Trade, thou mu&s;t be content bear and Pocket up the Affronts of &s;uch hectori<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Gallants. But &s;ince no body's here to pay <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> I do reckon my Chickens before they are ha<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters"></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Syrus <HI>at a little di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> E&s;chine <HI>within.</HI></STAGE> Hu&s;h! Not a w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> more, I'll go to him my &s;elf, and make him sk<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> at the Money, and &s;ay, He's rarely well dealt by,<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> <STAGE>[Goes at Sannio.]</STAGE> What's the News with yo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Mr. <HI>Sannio?</HI> I hear my Ma&s;ter and you have ha' kind of a Scuffle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;hrugging.</STAGE> A Scuffle d'ye call<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t; Never <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> like &s;urely! We were both &s;ufficiently tir'd: <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> with beating me, and I with being beaten.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may thank your &s;elf for't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>How cou'd I help it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="189" REF="114">Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hou'd ha'born with the young Gen|man's Humour a little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>What cou'd I do more? I'm &s;ure I bore the blows upon my Face, he was pleas'd to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e me</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, dye know what I'm going to &s;ay? balk an Ace &s;ometimes is the be&s;t play.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heigh ho!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are &s;o timorous like a &s;en&s;ele&s;s Sot: <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">w if you had parted with a little of your Right, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> humour'd the Gentleman, you'd ha' got the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">vil and all at the long run.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>I don't love to buy a Pig in a Bag.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, thou wilt ne're be worth any thing. <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">t upon ye, as if you hadn't a Spring to catch <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">oodcocks.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>I believe that might be the be&s;t way, but <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ad never the Grace to follow it, nor to refu&s;e <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> Ready, when I cou'd get it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Go to, I know your generous Spirit: As <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ugh you regarded half a hundred Gu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nea's, &s;o <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> cou'd &s;erve my Ma&s;ter b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">: Be&s;ides they &s;ay, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">u re making a Voyage to <HI>Cyprus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And have bought up &s;everal <HI>Commodities</HI> Tran&s;port thither; the Ve&s;&s;el's hi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ed: I know <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ur Mind's a little wavering about this Money, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">en you come back I hope to &s;ee an end of the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>I've no Voyage to make.&mdash; Faith I'm adone! Tis upon this they have built their Plot.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Fellows upon th' fret, I've put a Flea <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> his <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ar. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Oh horrid! See how he has <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ked me in the Critical mi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">te! When I've ju&s;t 'd in a Stock of Fema<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nd other wares to
<PB N="190" REF="115"> carry to <HI>Cyprus.</HI> If I lo&s;e my Fair it will ha' break me: And if I leave this bu&s;ine&s;s at &s;ix an<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;evens, the time will be over when I come back. There'll be no Remedy, and I &s;hall have a plagu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> cold Welcome. <HI>Are you come now,</HI> they'll &s;ay, <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> pro&s;ecute? Why did ye let it run &s;o long? Where h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> ye been all this while?</HI> So that I had better lo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> every cro&s;s on't, than tarry &s;o long before I &s;u<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> for't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>Clapping him on the Shoulders.</STAGE> Well! Ha<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> been ca&s;ting up all the Gains of this Voyage?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is this like a Gentleman? Is this Mr. <HI>E&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">chine</HI>'s Con&s;cience to take away a Girl by mai<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> force?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> He &s;inks a main.&mdash; I've one thin<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> more to propo&s;e, &s;ee if you like it. Come, com|pound for half, rather than run a hazard of &s;avin<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> or lo&s;ing all; we'll make a hard &s;hift but we'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;crape up about five and twenty Guinea's &s;ome where or other.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh mi&s;erable! Now poor I am in dange<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> of lo&s;ing part o'th' very Principal. Is he pa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> all &s;hame? He has beat all my Teeth down my Throat; and my Head into an an entire Gelly<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Then he'd trick me o'th' Money into the Bar|gain.&mdash; I have no Voyage to make.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's as you plea&s;e.&mdash; Ha' ye any fur|ther Commands.&mdash; I'm going.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, pray good Mr. <HI>Syrus,</HI> however thing<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> ha' been, rather than &s;ue and quarrel, let him pa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> me my own: at lea&s;t what &s;he co&s;t me. I know<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> ye little Rogue, you never had occa&s;ion, as yet<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> to make u&s;e of me as a Friend: But if you &s;hou'd<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> you'll &s;ay I'm no forgetful or ungrateful Per&s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll do my be&s;t.&mdash; Oh, yonder come<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> <HI>Cte&s;ipho,</HI> I faith as brisk as as a Body-lou&s;e for hi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Mi&s;tre&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="191" REF="115">San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, will ye do as I de&s;ired ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have a little Patience.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Cte&s;ipho. Sannio <HI>walks a&s;ide.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> When a Man &s;tands in need of a good turn, he's glad to receive it from any hand. But it does him a double plea&s;ure, when it comes from one he has rea&s;on to expect it from. Oh, Brother, Brother! How do I adore thee now! This I'm &s;ure of, that the very be&s;t Words I can give thee are &s;hort of thy de&s;erts. And I am hap|py in this particular beyond all Mortals. that I've the mo&s;t accompli&s;hed Brother in nature.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Mr. <HI>Cte&s;ipho!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear Rogue <HI>Syrus,</HI> where's my Brother?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look ye, he's at home waiting for ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh brave!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the Matetr, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Matter old Boy? I &s;hou'd ha' been cold in my Grave, but for his means.&mdash; Ah, he's an hone&s;t Soul! he neglected his own Intere&s;t to &s;erve mine. He has taken upon him&s;elf all the Cur&s;es, Scandals, Love-Matters and Mi&s;carriages that belong to me; And what cou'd he do more? But who comes there? What makes the Door go?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stay, &s;tay, here he comes him&s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> E&s;chine.</STAGE></P>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where's the Scoundrel Son of a Whore?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Does he want me? Has he got any Mo|ney? I'm broke: the Devil a Penny do I &s;ee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! This is lucky, 'twas you I was wi&s;hing for&mdash; Well, how is't? All's well; off with that &s;owre Look.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now I have rea&s;on, having &s;uch a Brother as you O <HI>E&s;chine!</HI> My true Brother indeed! I dare not prai&s;e ye any more before your Face, le&s;t you &s;hou'd think it proceeded rather from Flattery than Gratitude.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="192" REF="116">E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Leave your fooling, as tho' we were meer Strangers to one another: But this troubles me that we cou'dn't know o'th' bu&s;ine&s;s &s;ooner; for the Matter was come to that pa&s;s; that all the World cou'd &s;carce ha' help'd you, tho' they had de&s;ired it. <HI>Cte&s;.</HI> Mode&s;ty hindered me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;haw! 'twas folly, notmode&s;ty. What! to be upon running your Country for &s;o &s;mall a Matter? Fie upon't: Heavens forbid that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twasn't well I own.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Syrus.</STAGE> What has <HI>Sannio</HI> concluded on? <HI>Syr.</HI> He's grown very tame.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll to the Piazza and di&s;charge him.&mdash; but do you brother &s;tep in to your Mi&s;tre&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Mr. <HI>Syrus,</HI> pu&s;h on the bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide to him.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's be quick, Sir. For the Man's in ha&s;te for <HI>Cyprus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm in no &s;uch ha&s;te.&mdash; I've nothing to do, but to wait for the Money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall have it man, nver fear't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>What all?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes all. Say no more about it but follow us. <HI>San.</HI> So I will.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> E&s;chine <HI>and</HI> Sannio.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Syrus <HI>going off.</HI></STAGE> Hark ye <HI>Syrus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Sir your plea&s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee &s;ee that paltry Ra&s;cal di&s;patch'd as &s;oon as po&s;&s;ible, le&s;t upon farther provocation the bu&s;ine&s;s come to my Father's Ears; then I &s;hall be ruin'd to all Intents and Pur|po&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>That &s;han't be: Take Heart Sir. Do you toy away half an hour or &s;o with your Mi&s;t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e&s;s, the mean time within. Order the Butler to lay the Cloth, and all things to be got ready. As &s;oon as the bu&s;ine&s;s is over, I'll march home with plenty of Provi&s;ions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="193" REF="116">Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee do: and &s;ince things have fallen out &s;o luckily, let's e'en make a day on't.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt &s;everally.</STAGE>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The end of the Second Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT III.</HEAD>
<STAGE>So&s;trata <HI>and</HI> Canthara.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>PRithee my good Nur&s;e, how is &s;he like to do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Can.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! Troth I hope &s;he'll have a good time on't. Her Pains, my good Mi&s;tre&s;s, are ju&s;t be|ginning: You're as fearful now, as if y' had ne're been at a Labour, nor cryed out your &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas-a-day! I've no body at home: and we are all alone. Our Man <HI>Geta</HI>'s out o'th' way too; and there's never a Soul to &s;end for the Mid|wife, or to call <HI>E&s;chine.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Can.</SPEAKER>
<P>Without doubt, <HI>E&s;chine</HI> will be here anon: never a day goes over his Head, but we have his Company.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's the only Comfort I have in my Af|fliction.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Can.</SPEAKER>
<P>As the Ca&s;e &s;tands, Mi&s;tre&s;s, the bu&s;ine&s;s cou'dn't fall into better hands: &s;ince &s;he had the mi&s;chance by &s;uch a Gentleman, of &s;uch a Paren|tage, &s;o generous, and &s;o nobly de&s;cended.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>You're much in the right: Heavens keep him ours for ever.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Geta <HI>as out of Breath at a great di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> We are now brought to that pa&s;s, that if all the World laid their Heads toge|ther,
<PB N="194" REF="117"> to find out a remedy for this mi&s;chief that has happen'd to my &s;elf, my Mi&s;tre&s;s and her Daughter, they cou'd do us no good.&mdash; Oh mi&s;erable! Such a Flood of Difficulties o're whelm us, that tis impo&s;&s;ible to keep above water. Ra|vi&s;hment, Poverty, Oppre&s;&s;ion, De&s;ertion, Infa|my.&mdash; Is the Age &s;o debauched?&mdash; Abomi|nable Villains! Cur&s;ed Wretches! This Devil of a Man.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;s me! What makes our <HI>Geta</HI> in &s;uch a Fright, and in &s;uch ha&s;te?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE>&mdash; Whom nothing cou'd re|&s;train or move: Neither Promi&s;es, Oaths, nor Pity, nor yet the approaching Travail of her he had &s;o &s;hamefully abus'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't well under&s;tand what the Fellow &s;ays.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Can.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Mi&s;tre&s;s, let's go a little nigher to him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf</STAGE> Ah poor <HI>Geta!</HI> I'm &s;carce <HI>Com|pos mentis,</HI> my Pa&s;&s;ion has inflam'd me. I'd de|&s;ire nothing more than to meet the whole Family of em, that I might di&s;gorge my rage upon em, now my Blood's up. I'd be contented to &s;uffer any thing, &s;o I might have a &s;winging Revenge upon em. Fir&s;t, I'd tread out that &s;tinking Snuff his Father, that gave being to the vi&s;e Ra&s;cal. Then for that Dog <HI>Syrus,</HI> that put him upon't.&mdash; How I'd tear him piece-meal! I'd give him &s;uch a to&s;s, da&s;h his Skull again&s;t the Stones, and &s;trew the Streets with his Brains. That Boy <HI>E&s;chine</HI> too, I'd tear out his Eyes, and after that break his <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">eck.&mdash; The re&s;t I'd down with em, drive em, drag em, pound 'em, and trample em under m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Feet. But what makes me loiter, when I &s;hould <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e telling this damn'd News to my Mi&s;tre&s;s. <STAGE>Go.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's call him back.&mdash; Why, <HI>Geta!</HI> <STAGE>ing off.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="195" REF="117">Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pi&s;h, prithee don't trouble me, who&s;o|ever you are.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis your Mi&s;tre&s;s calls.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, where is &s;he?&mdash; <STAGE>turning about.</STAGE> I was hunting for you, Mi&s;tre&s;s, 'twas you I look'd for.&mdash; You've met me as luckily as may be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the Matter? Why do&s;t pant &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why in &s;uch ha&s;te my poor Boy? Come take Breath.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>We are ab&s;olutely&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>What ab&s;olutely?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Undone&mdash; pa&s;t all recovery.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>For Heavens &s;ake, what's the Matter?</P>
<STAGE>In a fright.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ju&s;t now.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>What ju&s;t now, <HI>Geta?</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Mr. <HI>E&s;chine.</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>What of him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Has quite&mdash; thrown off our Family.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas! Undone indeed! But how &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's run mad after another Face.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wretch that I am!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>He didn't do things in the dark, but forc'd her from a Bawd in the Eyes of the World.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are you &s;ure of this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t &s;ure, the&s;e very Eyes &s;aw it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>weeping.</STAGE> Oh unfortunate <HI>So&s;trata!</HI> what can&s;t thou tru&s;t to? Or whom can&s;t thou tru&s;t? Our dear <HI>E&s;chine</HI> do this; The very Soul of us all; in whom we plac'd our Hopes and Happine&s;s? How oft he &s;wore he wou'dn't live a day without his <HI>Pamphila?</HI> And &s;aid, he'd put the Infant on his Father's Knees, and in that &s;ort beg his leave to marry her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Mi&s;tre&s;s, forbear weeping, but ra|ther con&s;ider what's fit to be done: whether we
<PB N="196" REF="118"> &s;hou'd put up the Affront, or tell it to a Friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Can.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, hold Man; Ha&s;t lo&s;t thy Sen&s;es? D'ye think this a bu&s;ine&s;s fit to be blaz'd abroad?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, I'm for hu&s;hing of it again&s;t the World. Fir&s;t, The Ca&s;e is plain, he has left us for good and all: Now if we make it publick, ten to one but he'll di&s;own it, then your Reputation, and your Daughter's Honour will be call'd in que&s;tion. But put the Ca&s;e he confe&s;&s;eth all, 'twou'dn't be Prudence to give him your Daughter, whil&s;t he keeps another: Therefore take the thing which way you plea&s;e, Concealment is my Opinion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, by no means: I'll not agree to<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>What will ye do then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Divulge it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! Have a &s;pecial care, Mi&s;tre&s;s, what you do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Ca&s;e can never be wor&s;e than 'tis; For fir&s;t, &s;he has no Portion; then &s;he's robb'd of that which might ha' went in&s;tead of one; &s;o that &s;he can't be put off for a Maid. I have one &s;hift left, if he deny't, the Ring he lo&s;t is proof enough. In fine, &s;ince my own Con&s;cience tells me, that this mi&s;hap can't be charg'd either to my Cove|tou&s;ne&s;s, or to any ba&s;e Ends that I or my Daugh|ter had in't, we'll ev'n venture a Tryal at Law.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye think &s;o? Pray, think on't again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you, <HI>Geta,</HI> make all the ha&s;te you can to her Cou&s;in <HI>Hegeos,</HI> and tell him the whole Story: for he was a choice Friend of my poor Husbands, and had always a great kindne&s;s for our Family.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay faith, there's no body el&s;e looks upon us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good <HI>Canthara,</HI> do you run, and call the Mi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">wife, that &s;he may be i'th way if need be. <HI>exeunt &s;everally.</HI></P>
<PB N="197" REF="118">
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Demea <HI>alone.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Undone, undone! They &s;ay my Boy <HI>Cte&s;ipho</HI> made one with his Brother at the Rape: That he &s;hou'd be able to debauch a Lad of his Sobriety is the only thing that cou'd add to my Misfortunes.&mdash; Where &s;hall I &s;earch for him? I'm afraid they've carried him to &s;ome Bawdy|hou&s;e or other. The Rake-hell his Brother has drawn him in. I'm confident.&mdash; But yonder comes <HI>Syrus,</HI> I'll learn of him where he is. But i'faith he's one of their gang, and if he perceives I want him, the Rogue will never tell me any thing; therefore he &s;han't know my de&s;ign.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Syrus <HI>at another part of the Stage, very merry.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf</STAGE> We've been telling the whole Exploit to the old Gentleman, and how <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">twas carried on: I never &s;aw the old Man &s;o tickled in|my whole Life.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>over-hearing.</STAGE> Ble&s;s me! What a Coxcomb's my Brother?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> He commended his Son, and thank'd my Wor&s;hip for advi&s;ing of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't hold any longer. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> He told out the Money forth|with; and gave us a broad Piece overplus to be merry withal, and e<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ded 'twas employ'd even as I'd have it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! If you'd have any thing done as it &s;hou'd be, commend me to this Gentleman. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;tarting.</STAGE> Ha, Mr. <HI>Demea,</HI> I didn't &s;ee ye. How does your Wor&s;hip?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>How?&mdash; I can't but wonder at your fine way of living.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, Sir, tis pretty Silly, and, to &s;peak the truth, &s;omewhat oddi&s;h&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Turning to</HI> Micio'<HI>s Hou&s;e.</HI></STAGE> You <HI>Dromo,</HI> gut and &s;cale the re&s;t of o'th Fi&s;h, but the great Conger-Eel let him play in the Water a
<PB N="198" REF="119"> little; when I come back, we'll bone him, and not before.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are the&s;e &s;candalous Villanies to be al|low'd of?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Demea.</STAGE> Truly, Sir, I don't like 'em at all, and do often cry out,&mdash; <STAGE>to him within.</STAGE> <HI>Stephanio,</HI> &s;ee that the Salt-fi&s;h be well water'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Heavens! Does he do this on purpo&s;e, or does he think 'twill be for his Credit to ruine his Son? What a &s;ad Creature am I! Methinks I have the day before my Eyes when this Boy will be forc'd for want of bread to run his Country, and li&s;t him&s;elf a Souldier.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, Sir! There's Wi&s;dom now! to &s;ee things at a di&s;tance, and not only what's ju&s;t be|fore ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, have ye got the f<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ddling Wench at your Hou&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>She's there within.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil! &s;urely &s;he's not to dwell there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I believe, they're mad enough to ha't &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is't po&s;&s;ible?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah the foppi&s;h Fondne&s;s and pernicious ea&s;ine&s;s of a Father!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>In good truth, I'm a&s;ham'd, and heartily griev'd, for my Brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's too much; Ay, a great deal too much difference, Sir, between you two (tho' I &s;hou'dn't &s;ay &s;o much before your Face) you, Sir, as much as there's o'ye, are Wi&s;dom all over: but he's a meer Gimcrack. Wou'd you ha' &s;uffer'd your Son to ha' done thus!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Suffer'd him? Zooks! I &s;hou'd ha' &s;mel<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> him out &s;ix whole Months, before he had been concern'd in &s;uch a bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah Sir, you need not tell me what a wary Man you are.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="199" REF="119">Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heavens grant he may continue, as he i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Children prove as their Father's make 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>But hark ye <HI>Syrus,</HI> Prithee did&s;t &s;ee him to day? <STAGE>Fawning <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mr. <HI>Cte&s;ipho,</HI> Sir! (I'll &s;end the old Foo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> packing into the Country) <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE> He's gone in|to the Country, and hard at work by this time&punc; <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Demea.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are you &s;ure he's there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure? Why I &s;aw him out o'Town my &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's well. I was afraid he had loiter'd hereabout &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And was in a plaguy Huff too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>At what prithee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>He fell out with his Brother i'th' open Market about the Mu&s;ick Wench.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say you &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'faith he &s;poke his Mind freely; for when we were paying the Money, in drops he unawares upon the back on's: and &s;ets up an outery; <HI>Arn't ye a&s;ham'd Brot<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">er</HI> E&s;chine <HI>to commit &s;uch Villanies? That you &s;hou'd di&s;honour our Family at this vile rate?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>E'dad he makes me weep for Joy.</P>
<STAGE>Wipes his Eyes.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>You don't only weaken your E&s;tate, but your Reputation too.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heavens ble&s;s him! I hope he will never<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> degenerate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who que&s;tions it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>Syrus,</HI> he poor Boy has his head full of the&s;e Morals.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And well he may, when he has &s;uch a Fa|ther at home to fill it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I do my be&s;t, and leave no Stone unturn<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d, but exerci&s;e him in all that's good. Above all I charge him, <HI>Look into Mens Actions as into a Gla&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, and take Example by 'em. Practice this,</HI> &s;ay I.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="200" REF="120">Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI> Shun that,</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shrew<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>This is commendable.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>There you hit it again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>That won't be allow'd at all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t admirable.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>And moreover.&mdash; </HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting.</STAGE> Your Pardon, Sir, I am n't at lei&s;ure for your <HI>Moreovers:</HI> I've got an excellent Di&s;h of Fi&s;h to my Tooth, and I mu&s;t take &s;pecial care that the<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> ben't &s;poil'd: For that is as &s;canda|lous a bu&s;ine&s;s among us, Sir, as the neglect of your Duty is among them. And according to my Abilities I give my fellow Servants In&s;tructions after the &s;elf-&s;ame manner. <HI>This is too Salt</HI> (Say I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">) <HI>That's too much, this isn't done cleanly enough; that's well done, pray remember to do &s;o another time.</HI> I in|&s;truct 'em diligently, as well as my Palate will &s;erve me. La&s;t of all too, I bid them 'em <HI>look into their Di&s;hes as into a Gla&s;s, and there learn their Duty.</HI> I confe&s;s the&s;e are all meer Toys: but what &s;ignifies that? We mu&s;t &s;uit our Morals to the Per&s;ons we deal with.&mdash; Plea&s;e to command me, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, to get a little more Wit among ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye de&s;ign for the Country, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, to rights.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, what &s;hould you do here, Sir, where all your good Morals are but thrown away?</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Syrus.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE>Demea <HI>alone.</HI></STAGE></P>
<P>Ay, truly, I'll to my Country-Farm, &s;ince he that brought me hither is gone back again.&mdash; That Boy's all my care, he's my true Son; &s;ince my Brother will have his own way, let him look to that Rake-hell.&mdash; But who comes yonder at a di&s;tance? Mr. <HI>Hegio,</HI> one of our own Ward?&mdash;
<PB N="201" REF="120"> If my Eyes don't fail me, 'tis he indeed. Ah, we've been Cronies from our Cradles. By <HI>Jove,</HI> &s;uch hone&s;t Citizens are very &s;carce now a-days! A Man<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> o'th' right old Stamp for Vertue and Fidelity, and wou'dn't do the Government any harm for the World. How glad am I to &s;ee the remains of the old Stock! Ah, Life is a Plea&s;ure to me now. I'll wait for him here, and bid him Good-morrow, and have a little di&s;cour&s;e with him.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Hegio <HI>and</HI> Geta <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ye Powers! A di&s;honourable Action! What is it you &s;ay, <HI>Geta?</HI> Hah!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ju&s;t as I told ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>That ever that Family &s;hould be guilty of &s;uch an ungenteel thing. Oh, <HI>E&s;chine!</HI> You didn't learn this of your Father, I'm &s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>overhearing.</STAGE> Yes, he has heard of this &s;inging Wench too, and it nearly touches him tho a Stranger: but his &s;weet Father takes no notice on't. Oh di&s;mal! Wou'd he was but by a little that he might hear all the&s;e Complaints.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>If they won't give &s;atisfaction, they mu&s;tn't think to carry it off thus.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>We all rely upon you, Sir: We ha' none el&s;e to &s;tand by us: You are our Guardian, and Father too. The old Gentleman upon his Death|bed bequeathed us all to your Care, and if you for&s;ake us, we're utterly undone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more of that: I'll not for&s;ake ye, nor can I do't with a &s;afe Con&s;cience.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll to him.&mdash; Hone&s;t <HI>Hegio,</HI> I'm heartily glad to &s;ee ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh! Mr. <HI>Demca,</HI> I'm your humble Ser|vant, you are the Man I wanted.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;o, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why your Elde&s;t Son <HI>E&s;chine,</HI> whom your Brother has adopted, has done neither like an hone&s;t Man, nor a Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="202" REF="121">Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>What has he done?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>You knew one <HI>Simulus,</HI> a Friend and Co|temporary of ours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, very well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, he has debauch'd his Daughter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh! <STAGE>Sigh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, Sir, the wor&s;t is to come yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>What more Mi&s;chief &s;till?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, truly; for that was, in &s;ome mea|&s;ure excu&s;able. He had Opportunity, Heat, Wine, and Youth to prompt him to't; 'twas but a humane Frailty. But when he was &s;en&s;ible of his Fault, he comes forthwith to her Mother, weeping, praying, intreating, promi&s;ing and &s;wearing he'd take her home and marry her: Upon this all was pardon'd, hu&s;h'd and rely'd upon. The young Woman prov'd with Child upon this; has gone her Forty Weeks. But this &s;weet Youth is got to a Ballad-&s;inger, in the Devil's Name, keeps her at his Fathers, and has left the t'other to &s;hift for her &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is all this true are you &s;ure?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Mother is ready to prove it, the young Woman and the Bu&s;ine&s;s &s;peaks it &s;elf: Be&s;ides, here's <HI>Geta,</HI> as Servants are now, none of the wor&s;t, a painful Fellow, who maintains 'em all, and keeps the whole Family him&s;elf; take him, bind him, force the Truth out of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, verily Sir, rack me to death, if all ben't true: Be&s;ides Mr. <HI>E&s;chine</HI> him&s;elf won't deny it, pray, Sir, bring us Face to Face.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm horribly a&s;ham'd, and can't imagine what to do, or what an&s;wer to make him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pamphila</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>within.</STAGE> Oh me! I'm torn in pieces,&mdash; Help ye Powers above, and ea&s;e me for Hea|ven's &s;ake.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Geta.</STAGE> Hah! Prithee was that &s;he that cry'd out?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="203" REF="121">Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Without doubt, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, Mr. <HI>Demea,</HI> &s;he calls upon your Ho|nour now; and begs ye to do that freely, which the Law wou'd el&s;e oblige ye to. I beg Heaven to in&s;pire ye to do as you ought; but if you are otherwi&s;e minded, Mr. <HI>Demea,</HI> I'll maintain her and her dead Father's Cau&s;e to the la&s;t Penny in my Pur&s;e. He was my Kin&s;man, we were bred up Children together, we were together at Wars abroad, and Peace at home, and together we un|der-went the &s;traits of Poverty: Therefore I'll about it, do my utmo&s;t, and bring it to a Tryal, and rather lo&s;e my Life than de&s;ert the&s;e poor Women.&mdash; VVhat an&s;wer will ye return?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll go talk with my Brother, Sir; what Advice he gives, that I'll follow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, Mr. <HI>Demea,</HI> do but con&s;ider with your &s;elf, that the more you live at Ea&s;e, the more Powerful, the more Rich, the more Happy, and the more Noble you are, &s;o much the more Hone&s;t and Ju&s;t ought you to be, if you'd be thought Men of Honour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away! No more, you &s;hall have all Right and Ju&s;tice done you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Spoken like a worthy Gentleman.&mdash; <HI>Geta,</HI> bring me to your Mi&s;tre&s;s.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Hegio <HI>and</HI> Geta.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demea </SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone.</STAGE>
<P>This was no more than I foretold. I wi&s;h to my Soul this was the la&s;t mad Prank! But this allowance of &s;o much Liberty will end at la&s;t in &s;o me &s;ad Story or other.&mdash; Well I'll go hunt for my Brother, and di&s;charge this News in his very Face. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Demea.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>At the &s;ame time re-enters</HI> Hegio.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> So&s;trata <HI>within.</HI></STAGE> Chear up, good Coz, ANd comfort your Child's poor heart as much aS
<PB N="204" REF="122"> you can. I'll go di&s;cour&s;e Mr. <HI>Micio,</HI> if he be at the Piazza, and let him know how the Ca&s;e &s;tands; if he de&s;igns to do us right, well and good; If not, let him declare it plainly; that I may know how to take my Mea&s;ures accordingly. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The End of the Third Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT IV.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Cte&s;ipho <HI>and</HI> Syrus.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE>&mdash; MY Father gone into the Country &s;ay ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Above an hour ago.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee tell me true.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's at his Grainge, &s;laving him&s;elf mo&s;t horribly by this time, I'll warrant ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, if it might not endanger his health, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">cou'd wi&s;h heartily he might be &s;o mi&s;erably tir'd, as to be laid up the&s;e three days.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>So &s;ay I: and a longer time too, if po&s;&s;ible.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, ay: for I'd very fain, now I've begun the day merrily, make an end of it merrily too&punc; The only Quarrel I have with our Countty-hou&s;e is, that tis too, nigh the Town: Were it farther <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ff, before he could get thither and back again, '<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">would be Night fir&s;t. But now when he finds no <HI>Cte&s;ipho</HI> at home, I'm &s;ure he'll be upo' th' &s;pur back again in an in&s;tant. Then to Catechi|&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ng he goes: <HI>Pray where ha' you been, Sir? What? Can't a Man have a glimps of ye, in a whole day's <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ime?</HI> What excu&s;e. &s;hall I have?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Han't ye got one ready?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="205" REF="122">Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil a one have I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>So much the wor&s;e: Why if you had but, one of your Dome&s;ticks, a Friend, or a gue&s;t, that were better than no body yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have, what then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pretend you had ha&s;ty bu&s;ine&s;s to di&s;patch.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What when I had none?&mdash; 'Twon't do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twill tho.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay for the day: but if I lie out all Night, what excu&s;e then <HI>Syrus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis pity it is not more the Fa&s;hion to &s;erve a Friend in the Nights as well as day.&mdash; But how|ever, &s;et your heart at re&s;t; I know your Father's humour to a hair. VVhen he rages like a Lyon, I can pre&s;ently make him as quiet as a Lamb.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>As how, I prithee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, he's mightily tickled when any body commends you: I make ye a very Saint before&punc; him, and reckon up all your vertuous Qualities.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mine?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, yours: Then of a &s;uddain the good Man cries like a little Child, for Joy.&mdash; Look to your &s;elf there.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Demea <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;tarting.</STAGE> VVhat d'ye mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Talk o'th' Devil and his Horns appear&punc;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is't my Father?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>The very &s;ame.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, <HI>Syrus,</HI> what &s;hall we do now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Run in quickly, I'll &s;et my VVits to work.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>If he ask for me, &s;ay you han't &s;een me, d'ye hear?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can ye hold your Tongue?</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Cte&s;ipho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> I'm the unluckie&s;t Creature <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">at ever was born&punc; In the fir&s;t place, my Brother is not to be found above Ground: Then as I was
<PB N="206" REF="123"> looking for him, who &s;hould I &s;ee but a VVork|man ju&s;t come from my Country-hou&s;e, and &s;ays my Boy isn't there neither. Nor can I tell for my Life what cour&s;e to &s;teer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>appearing at the Window.</STAGE> <HI>Syrus!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;ay ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Does he enquire for me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Faith.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm undone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, don't be di&s;courag'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> How great is this my Mi&s;|fortune! I can't &s;ufficiently under&s;tand it, unle&s;s I was prede&s;tinated to be mi&s;erable. Is there any mi&s;chief happens to our Family, to be &s;ure I'm the fir&s;t that am &s;en&s;ible on't, the fir&s;t that knows it, the fir&s;t that reports it, and the only Man that feels the weight when it falls.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith I can't but laugh at him, to hear him &s;ay, that he's the fir&s;t that knows every thing, when he's the only Man that knows nothing. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> I'll ev'n go again to &s;ee if my Brother be come back.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, good <HI>Syrus,</HI> take care he don't break in upon us unawares.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace I &s;ay, I'll take care about it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cte&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, Sir, but I &s;han't tru&s;t my Concerns in your hands to day: For I'll &s;ecure my Girl and my &s;elf in &s;ome by Clo&s;et or other; E'dad that will be the &s;ure&s;t way by half. <STAGE>Cte&s;ipho <HI>retires.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away! I'll clear the Coa&s;t of him in a trice <STAGE>Syr. <HI>moves towards</HI> Demea <HI>&s;hrugging his Shoulders, and &s;nivelling.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, there's the Hell-hound, <HI>Syrus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him &s;elf.</STAGE> If this Trade la&s;t long, there'll be no enduring the Hou&s;e. I'd fain know of their Wor&s;hips how many Ma&s;ters I am to have; what a damnable thing is this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="207" REF="123">Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a yelping this Cur makes? What does he ail?&mdash; What &s;ay you hone&s;t Man? Is my Brother at home? Hah!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox o'your hone&s;t Men, I'm a dead Man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the Matter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Matter with a plague? Your &s;ober &s;tay'd Son <HI>Cte&s;ipho</HI> has almo&s;t beaten poor me and the Mu&s;ick Girl to death.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat's that you &s;ay? Hah!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>See how he has &s;lit my Lip up to my No&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>How comes this to pa&s;s?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;ays, I was the occa&s;ion o'the buying of her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Didn't you ju&s;t now tell me, he was gone into the Country, and you brought him part o'th' way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>True, Sir. But after that he came raving like a Mad-man, &s;paring never a Mothers Son of us. He might ha' been a&s;ham'd to fall upon the Bones of a poor old Man, who t'other day dandled him in my Arms, when he was no higher than this. <STAGE>Shews how high.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha&mdash; ha&mdash; he&mdash; God-a-mercy <HI>Cte&s;ipho:</HI> Old <HI>Demea</HI> right. Well! thou'rt a Man every Inch of thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye commend him? but i'faith he had be&s;t keep his flippant Fingers to him&s;elf another time, if he under&s;tands him&s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis bravely done!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very bravely indeed! To Cock-crow over a &s;illy Woman, and a poor Servant, that daren't hold up a Finger again&s;t him?&mdash; Yes, 'twas wonderful brave i'faith.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>He cou'dn't ha' done better. He's o' my Opinion in thinking you to be the Ring-leader of this Roguery.&mdash; But is my Brother within?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, he's abroad.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="208" REF="124">Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm thinking where a-duce I may look for him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know where he's gone, but &s;han't tell till to Morrow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that you &s;ay, Sirrah? hah!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ju&s;t &s;o, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll crack your Skull pre&s;ently ye Dog.</P>
<STAGE>Holds up his Cane.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>bantering.</STAGE> I know not the Man's Name where he is; but the Place I do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then tell me the place, Sirrah.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;till bantering.</STAGE> Do you know the great Portico, that overlooks the Butcher-row as you go down there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVell, what then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;till bantering.</STAGE> Go &s;trait along this Street up there. <STAGE>pointing with his Fingers.</STAGE> When you are got there, you'll find on this hand a De&s;cent, make a civil &s;tep down there. After that you'll &s;ee a little Chappel on that hand, and hard by that a little narrow Lane.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhereabouts is that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>There, where the great wild Fig-tree &s;tands, d'ye know it, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Keep directly through that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>But that narrow Lane is no Thorow-fare.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ud<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s my Life 'tis true: I &s;ee I'm a &s;illy Block-head, I was out. You mu&s;t come back a|gain to the great Protico: E<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">dad here's a nigher way, and ea&s;ier to hit on. D'ye know my Lord <HI>Cratine</HI>'s great hou&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>When you are pa&s;t that, turn to the Left|hand down the &s;ame Street: and when you're come to the Temple turn to the Right-hand: be|fore you come to the Cit<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Gates hard by the H<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r&s;e|pond, there's a certain Mill, right over-again&s;t that is a Joyner's Shop, and there you'll find the G<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">n|tleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="209" REF="124">Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat bu&s;ine&s;s has he there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>To &s;peak for little Oaken-ledg'd Tables to &s;et in the Sun.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>For your VVor&s;hips to drink about&mdash; Fine work I faith. But why amn't I gone to him?</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Demea.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syrus</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone.</STAGE>
<P>Go thy ways for a Fool: I'll work thee off thy Stumps, as thou de&s;erve&s;t, thou old doting Chu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">l.&mdash; But Mr. <HI>E&s;chine</HI> &s;ta<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s a bloody while: Dinner will be quite &s;poil'd: As for <HI>C<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">&s;ipho</HI> hes wholly taken up with his Mi&s;tre&s;s: but I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters"> take care of my own &s;weet Corps; and will pi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> out all the good Bits I can f<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">d, take off my Cups of my lei&s;ure, and &s;o make the day as long as I can. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Syrus.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Micio <HI>and</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">egio.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE>&mdash; Indeed, Mr. <HI>Hegio,</HI> I can &s;ee nothing i'th' whole bu&s;ine&s;s that de&s;erves &s;uch mighty Commendations. I di&s;charge but my Duty, and give &s;atisfaction for the Faults of my own hou&s;e: Perhaps you took me to be one of tho&s;e Men that think they receive an Injury when they do't them&s;elves, and &s;o call Whore fir&s;t: Now 'cau&s;e I didn't &s;erve you &s;o, d'ye think your &s;elf oblig'd to me for't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Far be it from me! I never imagin'd ye to be otherwi&s;e than I really find ye: but let me engage ye &s;o far as to &s;tep over with me to the Girl's Mother; and tell her the very &s;ame you told me: that their Jealou&s;ie was fal&s;e grounded, and that he took away the Mu&s;ick Girl for his Brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you think it convenient and nece&s;&s;ary let's be going.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>You do well, Sir! For you'll lighten the poor creature's heart that's ready to &s;ink with Grief and Vexation, and keep up the character
<PB N="210" REF="125"> of a worthy Gentlemen. But, Sir, if you don't think it &s;o proper, I'll tell her what you &s;ay my &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, no, I'll go with ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>You oblige me, Sir: For how&s;oever it comes about, all that are a little down in the world are very &s;u&s;picious; take every thing at the wor&s;t hand, and fancy them&s;elves &s;lighted, cau&s;e of their Misfortunes: Therefore twill give great &s;atisfacti|on to clear Mr. <HI>E&s;chine</HI> your &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;ay nothing but what's tru<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e and rea|&s;onable.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be pleas'd, Sir, to come this way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Hegio <HI>and</HI> Micio <HI>at the &s;ame time.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;chine</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>Enter alone.</STAGE> I'm quite di&s;tracted! That I &s;hou'd be &s;o &s;urpriz'd with this unlucky Misfor|tune, that I know not what to do or undertake! Fear enfeebles my Limbs, Amazement &s;hakes my Soul, and my Heart's uncapable of Advice. Alas! how &s;hall I wind my &s;elf out of the&s;e Incum|brances, &s;ince their Jealou&s;ies are &s;eemingly well|grounded? Mrs. <HI>So&s;trata</HI> believes I bought the M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;ick Girl for my &s;elf: Old <HI>Canthara</HI> gave me to under&s;tand as much. For by chance I &s;aw her as &s;he was going for the Midwife, I pre&s;ently made up to her, and ask'd her how my dear <HI>Pam|phila</HI> did, whether &s;he was near her time; and whether &s;he was then going for the Mid-wife? She pre&s;ently let flye upon me. <STAGE>In another Tone.</STAGE> <HI>Away, away Mr.</HI> E&s;chine; <HI>you've befool'd us long enough, you've cajol'd us &s;ufficiently with your fine Pro|mi&s;es. Alack-a-day</HI> (&s;aid I) <HI>prithee what do&s;t mean? You may go now</HI> (continued &s;he) <HI>and take up with the Girl you are &s;o enamour'd with.</HI> I immediately perceiv'd their Jealou&s;ie: But yet I kept my Tongue between my Teeth, that I might not blab out any o' my Brother's Secrets to that tattling Gip&s;ie,
<PB N="211" REF="125"> to have it <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">laz'd about the Town in an in&s;tant&mdash; But what &s;hall I do now? Shall I go and &s;ay &s;he's my Brother's? A thing that ought not ought not to be reveal'd for the World.&mdash; Well! Let that pa&s;s, perhaps they won't di&s;cover it. Then I am afraid they wont take things as they are, there are &s;o many Probabilities again&s;t me. Twas I,u &s;elf that took her away, I my &s;elf that paid the Money for her, and twas I that furni&s;h'd her with Lodgings. I mu&s;t own the Fault of all this lies at my door: For not telling my Father how Ca&s;es &s;tood between me and my Mi&s;tre&s;s; and not beg|ging his Con&s;ent to take her home and marry her. We<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ve been in a dead &s;leep till now, but now <HI>E&s;|chine</HI> rou&s;e thy &s;elf up. Fir&s;t of all I'll go to'em and clear my &s;elf.&mdash; I'll up to the Door &s;trait. <STAGE>Goes and &s;teps &s;hort.</STAGE> Oh my heart! how &s;adly it pants when&s;oever I knock at this Door <STAGE>Goes and knocks.</STAGE> Soho! 'Tis your Friend <HI>E&s;chine;</HI> &s;ome body open the Door quickly.&mdash; But, ha'! I can't imagine who comes out there?&mdash; I'll &s;tep a one &s;ide.</P>
<STAGE>Enter Micio</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> So&s;trata <HI>within.</HI></STAGE> Do as I order'd ye Mrs. <HI>So&s;trata,</HI> I'll find out <HI>Efchine</HI> to acquaiut him how Matters are carried on.&mdash; But where's he that knock'd at the Door?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>S'death! My Father's Voice! I'm at a cur&s;ed Nonplus. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>E&s;chine.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>What bu&s;ine&s;s has he here? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wa&s;t you that knock'd at the door?&mdash; He's mute: Suppo&s;e I &s;hould banter with him a little, I believe 'twou'dn't be ami&s;s, &s;ince he'd never tru&s;t me with this Secret.&mdash; <STAGE>A&s;ide,</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>What can't ye &s;peak? <STAGE><HI>To</HI> E&s;chine.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>I didn't knock as I know of.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="212" REF="126">Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed? Nay, I wonder'd what bu&s;ine&s;s &s;hou'd bring you hither. He blu&s;hes: that's &s;ign good enough <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good, Sir, (if I may be &s;o bold) what bu&s;ine&s;s had you at that Hou&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>None o' my own. A Friend o' mine brought me from the Change to be his Spokes|man in a Concern of his.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat was the Concern, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">l tell ye: In this Hou&s;e dwells an or|dinary VVoman or two; which I &s;uppo&s;e <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">u don't know, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">, I'm &s;ure you don't; for they han't liv'd long in the&s;e parts.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVell, Sir, and what then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here's an old VVoman and her Daughter.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>So, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; The Daughter has buried her Father: Now this Friend o' mine is the neare&s;t Relation, and by Law is forc'd to marry her him&s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Undone! <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>partly hearing.</STAGE> What's <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">he Matter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing, very well.&mdash; Proceed, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t know he's ju&s;t now come to take her away with him: For he dwells at <HI>Miletus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! To take the Girl away with him?</P>
<STAGE>Concernedly.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>What as far as <HI>Miletus,</HI> pray Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> It &s;tabs me to the Heart.&mdash; And the Women, Sir, what &s;ay they to't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;hould they, think ye? Ev'n ju&s;t nothing: Only the Mother pretends her Daughter has a Child by another Man (I can't tell who, for &s;he nam'd him not) that he was the fir&s;t comer, therefore the Kin&s;man mu&s;t go without her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>So, Sir: And wasn't that a &s;ufficient De|murrer?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="213" REF="126">Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o, I be&s;eech ye? Will he take her away in good earne&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, why &s;hou'dn't he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed, Sir, this was extream &s;evere and cruel, (if I might take the Liberty) I might &s;ay ungenreely done.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;o? What d'ye think will become o'th' poor young Man her fir&s;t Lover (who for ought you know loves her mo&s;t de&s;perately) when he &s;hall &s;ee her ravi&s;h'd before his Face, and hur|ried away from his &s;ight for ever? Oh, 'twas a very di&s;honourable thing of you, Sir!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why d'ye talk at this rate? Who&s;e Pro|mi&s;e had he? Or who&s;e Con&s;ent? When, and how were they married? Pray who's the Man? What made him encroach upon another Man's Right?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Was it fit for a Girl of her age to &s;it cro&s;s-legg'd at home waiting for a Kin&s;man's coming the Lord knows when? Indeed, dear Father, you ought in Ju&s;tice to have alledg'd that, and ha de|fended it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very good! Shou'd I ha' pleaded again&s;t my own Client?&mdash; but prithee Boy, what's all this to us? Or what ha' we to do with them?&mdash; Come let's be going&mdash; How now Boy! why in tears tho? <STAGE>E&s;chine <HI>weeps.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hear me one word, Sir, I be&s;eech ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Poor Boy! I've heard and know all: For loving thee I cou'dn't but be concern'd in whate're thou do&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear Sir! I'd fain de&s;erve your Love as long as you live. This Fault grieves me to the Soul; and I'm quite a&s;ham'd to look you in the Face.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>I believe it &s;incerely: For I well know
<PB N="214" REF="127"> thy generous Temper: but I'm afraid you don't mind your own Concerns. What kind of Govern|ment is it that you think you live in? Thou ha&s;t debauch'd a Girl, whom by Law thou oughte&s;t not to have touch'd; that's a great Fault, and tho' very great tis but a common failing: Others ha' done it often, and Men of Repute too. But when that was done, tell me, did you take the lea&s;t care about it? Or did you foreca&s;t in &s;uch a ca&s;e what &s;hould ha' been done? Or how it &s;hould ha' been done? And if thou had&s;t been a&s;ham'd to tell it me, cou'dn't I ha' know on't by others? In this you were in doubt of for ten Months together: So you have betray'd your &s;elf, the poor young Wo|man, and your own Child too, as much as you were able. What? D'ye think that the God's &s;hou'd do your work for ye, and you &s;leep the while? Mu&s;t &s;he be brought to your Bed-&s;ide, as if &s;he were not worth the fetching? I wou dn't ha' thee &s;o mi&s;erably carele&s;s in other things for the World.&mdash; Come don't be ca&s;t down however, thou &s;halt marry her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>How?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Don't be ca&s;t down, I &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Sir, are ye in earne&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>In earne&s;t: Why not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I can't tell, unle&s;s 'tis 'cau&s;e the more pa&s;&s;ionately I de&s;ire to have it &s;o, the more I'm afraid it won't be &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Get thee home, and &s;ay your Prayers, and then &s;end for your Wife, go, get thee gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat &s;end for her pre&s;ently?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>What pre&s;ently?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pre&s;ently, as &s;oon as po&s;&s;ible.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me never &s;ee good day, Sir, if I don't love ye better than my very Eyes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="215" REF="127">Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Than your Mi&s;tre&s;s too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Full as well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's much, indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>But what's become of the <HI>Miletian</HI> Spark?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's vani&s;h'd, &s;hipt off, and ca&s;t away by this time.&mdash; But why don't ye go, I &s;ay to your Prayers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>It wou'd be better for you to do that, S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ir. I'm &s;ure your Prayers will be heard &s;ooner than mine, &s;ince you are the better Man o' th' two.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll in, and take care of what's wanting. Do as I bid thee, if thou know<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;t what's be&s;t for thy &s;elf. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Micio.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;chine</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone.</STAGE>
<P>What Happine&s;s is this? wou'd any one think he's my Father, or I his Son? If he had been a Friend or a Brother cou'd he ha' been more kind or obliging! Ought I not to love him? To wear him next my Heart? His wonderful Complai&s;ance has oblig'd me to be &s;o cautious, as imprudently to do nothing that may di&s;plea&s;e him; wherefore I'll now be always upo' my Guard.&mdash; But why don't I go in, that I may not defer my Marriage! <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> E&s;chine.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demea</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>Enter alone out of Breath.</STAGE>
<P>I'm quite foundered with trotting up and down.&mdash; A plague confound thee, <HI>Syrus,</HI> for thy damn'd Directions.&mdash; I've hobbl'd over the whole Town, been at the Gate, at the Hor&s;e-pond, and where not? The Devil a Joyner's Shop cou'd I find; or any Soul that &s;o much as &s;aw my Bro|ther.&mdash; But now, I'm re&s;olv'd I won't &s;tir a &s;tep out of his Hou&s;e, till he comes back.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Going off, and then enters</HI> Micio.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE> I'll go and tell 'em for our parts we are ready.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="216" REF="128">Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, here he comes.&mdash; I've been looking for you the&s;e two hours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the bu&s;ine&s;s now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I've fre&s;h News to tell ye: horrid Villanies of that fine Son of yours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look ye now. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>New Villanies, damnable Villanies!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee no more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, you don't know what a fine Blade he is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>But I do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Poor Simpleton! I warrant thou dreame&s;t I'm about the Singing-wench: No, the Ra&s;cal has debauch'd a Citizen's Daughter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I know too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;s me! D'ye know it and &s;uffer it too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, why &s;hou'dn't I?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>What? Methinks you &s;hou'd bellow and run mad at it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>No: But I could wi&s;h it otherwi&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>He has got a Ba&s;tard too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heavens ble&s;s it, &s;ay I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>And the Woman's not worth a Groat.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>So they &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;hall he be married to a Beggar?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yea verily.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, and what's to be done next pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why ev'n what &s;hould be done next, have the young Woman brought home.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mon&s;trous! And will ye &s;uffer't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>How can I avoid it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Avoid it? Why, if you were not really concern'd at it, 'twou'd become ye to &s;eem &s;o however.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>I've given con&s;ent already: The bu&s;ine&s;s is concluded on: The Wedding's as good as over: Every thing is &s;ecure, and I think this becomes me better.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="217" REF="128">Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then this Adventure plea&s;es you wonder|fully?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, if I knew how to help it: &s;ince I can't, I mu&s;t bear't patiently. Man's Life is like a Game at Tables, if you mi&s;s the Ca&s;t you've mo&s;t need of, you mu&s;t correct that by Skill which fell out by chance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Servant, Mr. <HI>Corrector!</HI> Your Skill as you call it has fool'd away Fifty Guinea's upon a Ballad-&s;inger; who in three or four days time mu&s;t be pack'd off; if not for a Piece of Money, at any rate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's no body to buy her, nor do I de|&s;ign to &s;ell her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a-duce will ye do with her then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why keep her at home.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mercy upon my Soul<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">l A Whore and a Wife under the &s;ame Roof?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why not, prithee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>And you are &s;ure you arn't mad?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me die, if e're I &s;aw the like Folly<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> I'faith I believe thou thy &s;elf ha&s;t a mind to have a me<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ry &s;train with her now and then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;hou'dn't I?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>And the Bride, won't &s;he be for learning the &s;ame Tune too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>No doubt on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>And thou pretty Child wilt hobble out the Hay among&s;t 'em too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Like enough.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Like enough with a Pox?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>And rather than fail, Brother, thou &s;halt make one o' th' Company.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">death! Are ye pa&s;t all &s;hame?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, Brother, throw off this &s;ullen Humour of thine, and like a civil Per&s;on be free
<PB N="218" REF="129"> and merry at your Son's VVedding.&mdash; I'll ju&s;t &s;tep and &s;peak a word at that Hou&s;e, and then I'll come back again. <STAGE><HI>Exit to</HI> So&s;trata<HI>'s.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demea</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone.</STAGE>
<P>Here's a &s;weet Life! Here are fine Morals! Here's mad work with a witne&s;s!&mdash; Let me &s;ee, a Wife not worth a Groat; a Ballad-&s;inger under the &s;ame Roof: Every thing running to riot i' th' Hou&s;e: A profligate young Rogue, and a doting old Sot into the Bargain: Why Providence it &s;elf, if it &s;hou'd go about it, wou'd never be able to &s;ave this Family.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Syrus, <HI>at a di&s;tance almo&s;t Drunk.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Faith and troth my little Rogue <HI>Sy,</HI> thou ha&s;t junketted thy pretty &s;elf deliciou&s;ly, and play'd thy part very &s;umptuou&s;ly. Go thy ways for a Wag.&mdash; <STAGE>&s;trokes him&s;elf.</STAGE> Since I've &s;tuff'd my &s;weet Corps with the Dainties within, 'tis my Honour's Plea&s;ure to take a turn i' th' fre&s;h Air without. <STAGE>Walks and &s;truts.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>There goes a rare Model of their Edu|cation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh here's our old <HI>Stingo</HI> i'faith&mdash; How is<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t old Gentleman? Why &s;o alamort?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh damn'd Ra&s;cal.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>How now old <HI>Wi&s;dom,</HI> are you come to vent more Morals here? <STAGE>Belches.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wou'd I were thy Ma&s;ter,&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>E'gad you'd be the riche&s;t Man under the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">n, and your E&s;tate would be improv'd to a Miracle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'd make thee an Example to all Rogues.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o? What have I done?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Done, Ra&s;cal? In the heat of a di&s;turbance, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nd in the mid&s;t of a mo&s;t horrid crime, &s;carce yet <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">tled, you've got drunk ye Swine, as if all were <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ell and over.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="219" REF="129">Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, wou'd I had kept my Po&s;t. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Dromo.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dro.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye hear <HI>Syrus?</HI> Mr. <HI>Cte&s;ipho</HI> wou'd pray ye to come to him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away with a Pox. <STAGE><HI>Softly. Exit</HI> Dromo.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that he &s;aid of <HI>Cte&s;ipho?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>How ye Goal-bird! Is <HI>Cte&s;ipho</HI> ne&s;ted there<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, Sir; no.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>How came the Boy to name him then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's another of the Name, a young Smell fea&s;t; d'ye know him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will know pre&s;ently. <STAGE>Going off.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>holding him.</STAGE> What d'ye mean, Sir? Whither are ye going?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dog, let me go.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ay, don't go.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hands off ye Hell-hound; or by Heavens I'll brain ye. <STAGE><HI>He holds up his Cane, and</HI> Syrus <HI>let's go.</HI> Exit in a Fury.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syrus</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone.</STAGE>
<P>The Devil go with him: I'll be &s;worn he'll be no welcome Reveller to any of them, e&s;pecially to poor <HI>Cte&s;ipho.</HI>&mdash; Zookers! where &s;hall I be&s;tow my &s;elf?&mdash; The time this plaguy Storm is blow|ing over, I'll ev'n &s;link into &s;ome by-corner, and there &s;leep out this Do&s;e of <HI>Tipple.</HI> I think that will be be&s;t. <STAGE>Exit &s;taggering.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The End of the Fourth Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<PB N="220" REF="130">
<HEAD>ACT V.</HEAD>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Micio <HI>as from</HI> So&s;trata<HI>'s</HI></STAGE></P>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mie.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> So&s;trata <HI>within.</HI></STAGE> EVERY thing's ready with us, as I &s;aid be|fore: And the Wed|ding &s;hall be when you plea&s;e&mdash; <STAGE>Coming for|ward.</STAGE> But who's that makes our Doors fly &s;o?</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Domea <HI>from</HI> Micio'<HI>s raving and in a pa&s;&s;ion.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Hell and Furies! What &s;hall I do?&mdash; What will become of me? Heavens, Earth, Seas! Whether am I to direct my Excla|mations or Complaints?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here's a Man for ye! He has &s;melt out the Intrigue, and that makes him bellow &s;o.&mdash; 'Tis &s;o, I mu&s;t expect a &s;mart bru&s;h: But the Boys mu&s;t be help'd. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh here comes the common Bane and Ruine of our Children.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Brother moderate your pa&s;&s;ion, and be a little cool.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, I am moderate; I am cool.&mdash; I'll not give ye an ill word. Let's rea&s;on the ca&s;e calmly&mdash; Wasn't it a plain Bargain between us (and that of your own propo&s;ing too) that you <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">hould ha' nothing to do with my Son, nor I with ye<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">rs? An&s;wer me directly now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>True; I don't deny it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>What makes him a guzzling at your Hou<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e then? Why d'ye entertain my Child? Why <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> procure him a Wench, Brother? Is there not the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">me rea&s;on for you to deal as fairly by me, as I do
<PB N="221" REF="130"> by you? Since I neither meddle nor make with your Son, methinks you &s;hou'dn't with mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's no rea&s;on for that: None at all. The old Proverb &s;ays, <HI>Among Friends all things are common.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very pretty I faith! Are you come to talk at that rate at la&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Brother, hear me a word if it be'nt too great trouble to ye. Fir&s;t of all, if your Son's Charges are &s;uch a woeful burden to ye, pray con&s;ider a lit|tle with your &s;elf, that formerly you maintain'd both of 'em according as your E&s;tate would bear it; and thought it then &s;ufficient for both; look|ing upon me as likel<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> enough to marry: Why ev'n follow that old cour&s;e &s;till, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ard, &s;crape, pinch, do all you can to rai&s;e their Fortunes, and take the credit of it to your &s;elf. But then let the poor Rogues make u&s;e of my Pur&s;e freely, &s;ince that comes to 'em over and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">ve&mdash; 'T won't dimi|nith one Furrow of <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters"> Land, and what they have from me, you may look upon as clear Gains. Now, Brother, if you do but impartially weigh all this, you'd ea&s;e m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">our &s;elf, and the poor Boys, of a world of tr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="4 letters"></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I don't <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> Money, 'tis their Morals&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hol<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span">. That's it I was going upon Many <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> may be made, Brother, upon <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> &s;ame thing; by which a Man ma concl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> be the ruine of the one, and no great hur<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> to the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word">: Not that there's any difference in the thing, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> the Per&s;ons that did it. Truly, by what I <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> the Boys, I'm confident they'll prove to our <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> de&s;ire: I find they have Wit, Di&s;cretion, and Mo|de&s;ty enough upon occa&s;ion, and love one another entirely: &s;o that 'tis ea&s;ie to perceive the<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> gen<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">|rous
<PB N="222" REF="131"> Nature and Spirit: You may reclaim 'em when you plea&s;e: But perhaps you are afraid they aren't Husbands good enough. Ah, Brother, Age has always this ill Property with it; as i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> makes us wi&s;er, &s;o it makes us more worldly: And that will &s;ufficiently incite 'em to be good Husbands.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have a care Brother, the&s;e your fine Rea|&s;onings and gentle Nature don't ruine us all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace, ne'r fear that: Lay a&s;ide this Di&s;|ea&s;e, and be rul'd by me to day:&mdash; Come, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> up your countenance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>more plea&s;antly.</STAGE> Well, &s;ince things require <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">, I mu&s;t do &s;o. But to morrow I'll into the Country with my Son by break of day,&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>At Midnight if you plea&s;e, &s;o you be but merry to day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; And take that &s;inging Wench along with me too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;t of all; by that means you'll keep <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> Son from rambling: Only take care &s;he don't <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> ye the &s;lip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>D<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">m</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll warrant<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ye.&mdash; And then between the Oven and the Mill, I'll &s;o be&s;mear her with Cin|ders, Smoak and Meal.&mdash; Be&s;ides in the heat of the day, I'll &s;end her to rake up Stubble till &s;he be Sun-burnt, and as black as a Coal.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's excellent: Now methinks you have &s;ome Prudence in ye; and whil&s;t &s;he's in this cur|&s;ed pickle, make your Son lie with her <HI>Nolens-Volens.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye rally? well, you are a happy Man, to bear things &s;o well, for m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> part I mu&s;t&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting</STAGE> What always in the &s;ame &s;train?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I ha done, I ha done.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray walk in then, and &s;ince the Day's de&s;ign'd for Mirth, let's as merrily &s;pend it.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Micio.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="223" REF="131">Demea</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone.</STAGE>
<P>Never did Man ca&s;t up the bu&s;ine&s;s of his Life &s;o exactly; but &s;till Experience, Years and Cu&s;tom will bring in &s;ome new particulars that he was not aware of, and &s;hew his Ignorance of what he thought he knew, and after trial make him reject his former Opinions. This is plainly my ca&s;e at pre&s;ent; for &s;ince my G<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">a&s;s is almo&s;t out, I re|nounce this rigid Life I have always led. But why &s;o? Becau&s;e Experience &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ws me there's nothing like gentlene&s;s and good nature: And this truth appears plainly to all that know me and my Bro|ther. He always &s;pent <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">s time in Ea&s;e and P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">|&s;ure; always courteous, complai&s;ant, &s;peaking ill of no Man, but care&s;s'd all: liv'd as he plea<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">'d, &s;pent as he thought &s;it, the World ble&s;s him, and love him too: But I, that ru&s;tick, rigid, mor<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;e, pinching, bruiti&s;h, griping Fellow, mu&s;t need marry; and how have I &s;marted for't! I had C<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">|dren too, tho&s;e were new Troubles: And truly, in rai&s;ing up their Fortunes, I've worn out my Li<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e and be&s;t Days; and now I'm ju&s;t a marching <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> the Stage, the Fruit of all my Labour is to be <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">|ted like a Toad. But my Brother enjoys all <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> Plea&s;ures of a Father without the drudgery; they love him, and flye me like the Plague. Him <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> tru&s;t with all their Secrets, dote upon him, l<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">e with him, but me they &s;light: They both pray <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> his Life, but long for my Death: Tho&s;e I have brought up with the greate&s;t Labour, he has g<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">d with a little Co&s;t; &s;o I take all the Pains, and he reaps all the Plea&s;ure.&mdash; Well, well, for on<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e we'll try what can be done, whether we can &s;pe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">k obligingly, and act the Gentleman too, &s;ince my Brother urges me to<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t I'd willingly have my C<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">l|dren love and re&s;pect me too; if Gifts and Com|plements will do the Feat, I'll not be behind w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">h
<PB N="224" REF="132"> be&s;t of 'em: but my E&s;tate mu&s;t go to wrack: What care I for that, &s;ince I've one Foot in the Grave already.</P>
<STAGE><HI>To him enter</HI> Syrus.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye hear, Sir, my Ma&s;ter de&s;ires you wou'dn't be out o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th' way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who calls there?&mdash; Hone&s;t <HI>Syrus,</HI> I'm glad to &s;ee thee: How is't? How goes the World?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well, Sir. <STAGE>Yawning.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> Excellent! This is the fir&s;t time Ie'r us'd the&s;e expre&s;&s;ions, <HI>Hone&s;t</HI> Syrus, <HI>How is't? How goes the World?</HI> They came out plaguily again&s;t the grain.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Syrus.</STAGE> Thou ha&s;t &s;hown thy &s;elf an admirable Servant, and I will do thee a good turn with all my Soul, I fack I will.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm very much oblig'd to you, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I fack Boy 'tis true; and thou &s;halt find it &s;o ere long.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Geta <HI>at another part of the Stage.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> So&s;trata <HI>within.</HI></STAGE> I'll go find em, Madam, and ha&s;ten em to carry over my young Mi&s;tre&s;s.&mdash; <STAGE>Coming from the Door.</STAGE> O here's Mr. <HI>Demea.</HI>&mdash; Your humble Servant, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee Lad what may I call thy Name?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Geta,</HI> Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hone&s;t <HI>Geta,</HI> why I look upon thee at pre|&s;ent to be worth th' weight in Gold; I'd never de&s;ire to be better &s;atisfy'd in a Servant, than that he &s;hould be as tru&s;ty to his Ma&s;ter, as I have found thee to be, <HI>Geta.</HI> For that rea&s;on, when it lies in my way, I'll do thee a good turn with all my Soul, I fack I will&mdash; I'm acting, Sir <HI>Courtly,</HI> and I do't rarely methinks. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's more your Goodne&s;s than my De|&s;erts.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall do't by degrees: Fir&s;t of all I'll make the&s;e Scoundrels my own <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="225" REF="132">E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> The&s;e delays kill me: That they &s;hou'd trifle away the time with their formal Ceremonies, and tedious Preparations for the Wedding.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>E&s;chine,</HI> Boy, How wags the World?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! Are you here my dear Father?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, i'faith Boy, I am thy Father both by Inclination, and by Nature too, and tender thee more than my Eyes&mdash; But why do&s;tn't thou &s;end for thy &s;weet Lady?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>I de&s;ire nothing more; I only &s;tay for the City-waits and Singing-men.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ho, Wilt thou take an old Fellow's Coun|&s;el for once?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's hear't pray, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hang your Song&s;ters, your Hubbubs, Flambeaux and Scrapers: And order the great Stone Wall i'th' Garden to be pull'd down imme|diately, and convey her home that way: Run both Hou&s;es into one, and bring over the Mother, and her whole Family to yours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my heart. The plea&s;ante&s;t Fa|ther i'th' World!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> Hey brave! I'm call'd plea&s;ant now: My Brother's Hou&s;e will be a Thorow-fare to all Comers, the whole Town will be there pre|&s;ently: His Pur&s;e mu&s;t &s;moke for't, and to &s;ome Tune too. But what's that to me? whil&s;t by my complai&s;ance I oblige all. <STAGE><HI>Aloud to</HI> E&s;chine.</STAGE> Go bid <HI>Babylo</HI> tell out half a hundred Guinea's quick.&mdash; But, <HI>Syrus,</HI> why don't you do as you are bid?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Break down the Wall.&mdash; And do you <HI>Geta</HI> go, and bring 'em hither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, God ble&s;s your Wor&s;hip for being &s;o kind to our poor Family. <STAGE><HI>Excunt</HI> Geta <HI>and</HI> Syrus.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis no le&s;s than you de&s;erve.&mdash; What &s;ay<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;t thou Boy, hah!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="226" REF="133">E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm o' your Opinion, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis forty times better than bringing a Ly|ing-in-Woman along the Streets.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed, Sir! I know nothing like it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is my way.&mdash; But here comes my Brother. <STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Micio.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Syrus <HI>within.</HI></STAGE> My Brother order it, &s;ay ye?&mdash; Where is he? Ha, Brother, wa&s;t you that order'd this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, that I do: And in this, and all other things, I'm ready to do what may conduce to the uniting, &s;erving, helping, and joyning both Fami|lies together.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Sir, let it be &s;o. <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Micio.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVell, I've nothing to &s;ay again&s;t it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth 'tis no more than we are oblig'd to.&mdash; For fir&s;t, &s;he's your Son's VVife's Mother.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>A very vertuous and mode&s;t Woman.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>So they &s;ay indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pretty well in years.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>She is &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>And pa&s;t Child-bearing, a lone&s;ome Wo|man, and no body regards her.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat a-duce wou'd he be at? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Therefore you ought to marry her, and you <HI>E&s;chine</HI> to do what you can to bring it about.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVho I marry? <HI>Dem.</HI> Yes, you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>I prithee? <HI>Dem.</HI> Yes, you I &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Po, you do but fool &s;urely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> E&s;chine.</STAGE> If thou ha&s;t any Life and Soul in thee, make him do't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear Father&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting.</STAGE> VVhat? And do&s;t thou Block|head mind what he &s;ays?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis in vain to refu&s;e, it can't be avoided.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Po, you dote &s;urely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="227" REF="133">E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Sir! Let me obtain that Favour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ar't out of thy VVits, let me alone. <STAGE>angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, come, hearken to what your Son &s;ays for once.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Han't ye play'd the fool enough yet? Shall I marry at Three&s;core and Five? And to an old VVoman that's ready to drop into the Grave? This is your wi&s;e Coun&s;el, is't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Sir do, I've promis'd it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>You promi&s;e with a Mi&s;chief! Promi&s;e for thy &s;elf, Chit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fie, fie! What if he had begg'd a greater thing at your hands?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>As if there was any thing greater than this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray grant his Reque&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Sir, ben't &s;o hard to be entreated.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Po, promi&s;e him for once</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will ye never leave baiting me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not till I've prevail'd, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth, this is downright forcing a Man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, <HI>Micio,</HI> be good natur'd and do't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tho' this be the mo&s;t damn'd, fooli&s;h, ri|diculous Whim, and the mo&s;t aver&s;e to my Na|ture that can be; yet &s;ince you are &s;o extreamly hot upon't, I'll humour ye for once.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is excellent, I'm oblig'd to ye beyond mea&s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> Well, what's next?&mdash; What &s;hall I &s;ay next? This is as I'd have it.&mdash; What's more to be done?&mdash; <STAGE><HI>to</HI> Micio.</STAGE> Ho! there's <HI>Hegio</HI> our poor Kin&s;man, and nighe&s;t Relation; in truth, we ought in Con&s;cience to do &s;omething for him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's a &s;mall piece in the Suburbs, which you Farm out, pray let's give him that to live on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>A &s;mall one &s;ay ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVere it a great one you might give it to
<PB N="228" REF="134"> him: He has been as good as as Father to <HI>Pamphila:</HI> Is a very hone&s;t Man, our Kin&s;man, and you can't be&s;tow it better: Be&s;ides, Brother, there's a cer|tain Proverb none of my own (I a&s;&s;ure ye) which you &s;o well and wi&s;ely made u&s;e of: <HI>That Age has always that ill Property of making us more Worldly, as well as more Wi&s;e.</HI> VVe &s;hould do well to keep clear of this Scandal. 'Tis a true Proverb, Brother, and ought to be regarded.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's all this?&mdash; VVell, let it be &s;o, if he mu&s;t needs have it &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Brave Father I vow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now you are my true Brother, both in Body and Soul.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm glad on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I've &s;tabb'd him with his own VVeapons <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;ack. <STAGE>A&s;ide laughing.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Syrus <HI>with a Pick-Ax upon his Shoulders.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Demea.</STAGE> The Job is done as you order'd, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou art an hone&s;t Lad.&mdash; And o' my Con&s;cience I think <HI>Syrus</HI> de&s;erves his Freedom.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>He his Freedom? For what Exploit?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>O for a thou&s;and.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>O dear Mr. <HI>Demea,</HI> you are a rare Gentle|man, e<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">dad you are. You know I've look'd to the young Gentlemen from their very Cradles: I taught em, advis'd 'em, and in&s;tructed 'em all I could po&s;&s;ible.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing more evident: Nay more than that, he catered for 'em, pimp'd for 'em, and took <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">are of a Debauchee i'th Morning for 'em. The&s;e are no ordinary Accompli&s;hments, I can a&s;&s;ure ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your VVor&s;hip's very merry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;ides he was Adjutant-General in buy|ing this Mu&s;ick-Girl; 'twas he that manag'd the whole Intrigue, and 'tis nothing but Ju&s;tice to
<PB N="229" REF="134"> reward him, that it may be an Encouragement to others: In &s;hort, <HI>E&s;chine</HI> de&s;ires it too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> E&s;chine</STAGE> Do you de&s;ire't too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, if you plea&s;e, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Since 'tis &s;o, come hither <HI>Syrus.</HI> Thou'rt free. <STAGE>Syrus <HI>kneels down,</HI> Micio <HI>lays his Hand on his Head, after that gives him a cuff on the Ear.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>ri&s;ing up.</STAGE> Generou&s;ly done: A thou&s;and thanks to ye all, and to you Mr. <HI>Demea.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm well &s;atisfied. <HI>E&s;ch.</HI> And I too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I don't que&s;tion it, Sir: But I wi&s;h heartily my Joy were more compleat, that I might &s;ee my poor Spou&s;e <HI>Phrygia</HI> to be made free too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth &s;he's a mighty good VVoman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And the fir&s;t that gave Teat to your Grand-Son to day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, in good earne&s;t, if &s;he were the fir&s;t, &s;he de&s;erves her Freedom again&s;t the VVorld.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat? For that Service only?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, for that: In fine, I'll pay for her Freedom.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>God's ble&s;&s;ing light upon your VVor&s;hip, and grant all your wi&s;hes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Syrus,</HI> thou ha&s;t made a good days work on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;ides, Brother, 'twou'd be a Deed of Charity to lend him a little Money before-hand to begin the VVorld withal: I'll engage he'll &s;oon pay it again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not a Sou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's a very hone&s;t Fellow, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Upo' my word I'll pay ye again: Do but tru&s;t me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray do, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll con&s;ider on't fir&s;t,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;hall pay ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="230" REF="135">Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Demea.</STAGE> E'dad you're the be&s;t Man alive.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>And the plea&s;ante&s;t i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th' World.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mic.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the meaning of this Brother? How comes this change of Humour all of a &s;udden? What a Fit's here of Squandring and Profu&s;ion!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tell ye.&mdash; That you may know, Bro|ther, the&s;e Sons of yours don't reckon you a &s;weet|natur'd and plea&s;ant Man, cau&s;e you live as you &s;hould, or do what is ju&s;t and rea&s;onable, but you fawn, cocker, and give em what they II &s;pend. Now, Son <HI>E&s;chine,</HI> if you are di&s;&s;atisfied at my cour&s;e of Life, cau&s;e I wou'dn't follow your hu|mour in all things right or wrong; I'll not trouble my Head any further, &s;quander, buy Mi&s;&s;es, and do what you will. But if you wou'd ha me in|form ye, and &s;et ye right, and upon occa&s;ion &s;erve ye too, in &s;ome things which by rea&s;on of your Youth you under&s;tand but little, are over fond of, and don't much con&s;ider of, &s;ee here I'm ready to do't for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear Sir, we commit our &s;elves wholly to your di&s;po&s;al; for you know what's fitting to be done far better than we.&mdash; But what will ye do in my Brother's bu&s;ine&s;s?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well: Let him take the Mu&s;ick-Girl; and &s;o bid adieu to Wenching.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>E&s;ch.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's very rea&s;onable. <STAGE>To the Spectators.</STAGE></P>
<P>Gentlemen, Your Favour.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt Omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>The End of the Brothers.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="135">
<P>THE Tricks of <HI>Phormio.</HI></P>
<P>A COMEDY, Acted at the <HI>Roman</HI> Sports, WHEN <HI>L. Po&s;thumius Albinus</HI> and <HI>L. Cornelius Merula,</HI> were <HI>Curule Edil's,</HI> By the Company of <HI>L Ambivius Turpio,</HI> and <HI>L. Attilius</HI> of <HI>Prene&s;te,</HI></P>
<P><HI>Flaccus</HI> made free by <HI>Claudius,</HI> Com|pos'd the Mu&s;ick, which was perform'd on Unequal FLUTES.</P>
<P>It was taken from the <HI>GREEK</HI> of <HI>Apollodorus,</HI> call&punc;d <HI>Epidicazomenos,</HI> and Acted four times,</P>
<P>Under the Con&s;ul&s;hip of <HI>C. Fannius</HI> and <HI>M. Valerius.</HI></P>
<P><HI>A. &V;. C. 592.</HI> Before Chri&s;t 159.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="136">
<HEAD>Dramatis Per&s;onae.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<HEAD>MEN.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Demipho, <HI>A rich old Citizen of</HI> Athens, <HI>&s;omewhat Cove|tous, Mi&s;tru&s;tful and Peevi&s;h.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Chremes, Demipho'<HI>s Brother, another Citizen of</HI> Athens, <HI>an old &V;xorious, Wife ridden Gentleman, and one who in his younger days lov'd a Girl in a Corner.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Antipho, Demipho'<HI>s Son, a Good-natur'd, Mode&s;t, Well bred young Gentleman; very fond of</HI> Phanie <HI>his Wife.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Phedrie, Chremes'<HI>s Son, an amorous Gentile Spark of the Town, pa&s;&s;ionately in Love with a Ma|&s;ick-Girl.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Phormio, <HI>The Para&s;ite, a bold, cheating, &s;ubtle, intri|guing Fellow, and one of &s;ingular Impudence.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Geta, <HI>Servant to</HI> Antipho, <HI>an ingenious, de&s;igning, plotting Fellow, true. o the Intere&s;ts of</HI> An|tipho, <HI>and his Cozen</HI> Phedrie.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Davus, <HI>A Servant and intimate Friend of</HI> Geta's.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Dorio, <HI>A Covetous, Ill-natur'd, peevi&s;h Villanous Bawd, Owner of</HI> Phedrie'<HI>s Mu&s;ick Girl.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Hegio, Cratine, Crito, <HI>Three fooli&s;h Advocates, Friends to</HI> Demipho.</ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>WOMEN.</HEAD>
<ITEM>N<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">uti&s;trata, Chremes'<HI>s Wife, a haughty and Imperious Woman, a great Talker, always awing her Husband.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Sophrona, <HI>Nur&s;e to</HI> Phanie, <HI>an honest harmle&s;s old Woman.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>MUTES.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Dorcio, <HI>A Servant of</HI> Demipho's.</ITEM>
<ITEM><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">havie, <HI>Marry'd &s;ecretly to</HI> Antipho.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Servants, Attendants,</HI> &amp;c.</ITEM>
</LIST>
<P><HI>Scene,</HI> ATHENS.</P>
<P>TIME, <HI>about Six or Seven Hours.</HI></P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB N="233" REF="136">
<HEAD>THE Tricks of <HI>Phormio.</HI></HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT I.</HEAD>
<OPENER>SCENE, <HI>The Street before</HI> Demi|pho's <HI>Door.</HI> TIME, <HI>The Forenoon.</HI></OPENER>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davus</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone, with a Bag of Money in his Hand.</STAGE>
<P>MY very good Friend and Country-man <HI>Geta,</HI> came to me e&s;terday about the Ar|rears of a &s;mall parcel of Money he had left in my Hands formerl: he begg'd me to get it up; &s;o I have, and am ju&s;t carrying it to him. His young Ma&s;ter has pick'd up a VVife I hear: And this looks as if 'twere a Pre&s;ent for Mrs. Bride. VVhat a confounded Cu&s;tom tis for tho&s;e who have but a very little, to be always feeding them that have abundance! All that this poor Fellow now, by &s;tarving him&s;elf, has bit by bit, with much ado, &s;crap'd together out of his pitiful Al|lowance,
<PB N="234" REF="137"> mu&s;t go at one &s;woop, People never con|&s;idering the pains it co&s;t him the getting. And then poor <HI>Geta</HI> mu&s;t be &s;queezed over again, to give her Lady&s;hip Joy of her Bantling: And after that again upon the Anniver&s;ary of the Brat's Nativity, when 'tis dedicated for&s;ooth. The Child is the pretended Cau&s;e of all the Pre&s;ents, but 'tis the Mother runs away with all&mdash; But isn't that <HI>Geta</HI> there?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Geta.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to them within.</STAGE> If a Red-hair'd Fellow &s;hould enquire for me.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's here, &s;pare your breath.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>turning about.</STAGE> Ho, <HI>Davus!</HI> I was ju&s;t co|ming to give ye the meeting.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here, hold your Hand. <STAGE>Gives him the Bag.</STAGE> 'Tis all good and ju&s;t what I ow'd ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou art an hone&s;t Fellow, and 'twas kind|ly done not to forget me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Kind indeed, as the World goes now, I'll a&s;&s;ure ye: For 'tis come to that pa&s;s, that a Man mu&s;t pray, and be thankful, to get his own again. But wh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;o concern'd?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who I?&mdash; If you did but know the dread and danger I'm in.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>As how pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall know upon promi&s;e of Secre&s;ie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away Simpleton! What, tru&s;t me with thy Money, and afraid to tru&s;t me with a Secret? I &s;hou'dn't get a Pin of my Sle<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ve by fal&s;ifying with thee now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee hear me then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, with both Ears.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>You know, Mr. <HI>Chremes,</HI> our old Ma&s;ter's elder Brother, don't ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ver<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>And his Son <HI>Phedrie</HI> too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="235" REF="137">Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>As well as I know thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;o fell out, that the old Gentlemen took a Journey both together, <HI>Chremes</HI> to <HI>Lemno,</HI> and our good Man to <HI>Cilicia,</HI> where an old Crony of his had wheadled him over, Letter upon Letter, promi&s;ing him whole Mountains of Gold, with the Devil and all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>What to him that had enough, and to &s;pare already?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ne'r admire Man, 'tis his humour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox of ill Luck! What pity 'tis I wasn't Grand Signior!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>When the old Gentlemen &s;et out, they made me Tutor to their Sons.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah <HI>Geta,</HI> that was a hard task for thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth &s;o I found it by woful Experience: I remember my unlucky Genius bore very hard up|on me that day. At fir&s;t I began to be &s;trict with them: But what need many words? My faithful|ne&s;s to my old Ma&s;ters co&s;t me many a &s;ore drub|bing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thought as much: For what a madne&s;s is it to &s;trive again&s;t the &s;tream?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Upo' that I let go the Reins, and contented my &s;elf to drive as they'd ha' me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>You knew how to make your own Markets.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>As for our Young&s;ter, he was very regular for a while: But Mr. <HI>Phedrie</HI> immediately pick'd up his Mu&s;ick-Girl, and fell up to the Ears in Love. She was kept, it &s;eems, by a damnable griping Cock|bawd.&mdash; The old Gentlemen had taken care to keep the young Mens Pockets at Low-water: So that our amorous Spark cou'd do nothing but look Babies in his Mi&s;tre&s;s's Eyes, follow her upo' th' Scent, and perhaps lead her to the Mu&s;ick-School and back again. I and my young Ma&s;ter having little el&s;e to do, mu&s;t needs bear the Spark compa|ny.
<PB N="236" REF="138"> Right again&s;t the School was a Barber's Shop, there did we commonly &s;tay her coming out. One day while we were dancing Attendance, in comes a young Fellow &s;nivelling at &s;uch a rate, as made <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> all wonder, and ask him, <HI>What he all'd? Why</HI> (&s;aid he) <HI>never till now did I take Poverty for &s;uch a &s;ad grievous Burden: Ha<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d by I ve ju&s;t been &s;eeing a poor Girl, crying and taking on mo&s;t heavily for the Death of her Mother, by who&s;e dead Body &s;he was then &s;itting. She had neither Friends, Acquaintance, nor Relation, be&s;ides one poor old Woman, to &s;tand by her, or look after the Funeral. It griev'd me to the very Soul, for &s;he was an extraordinary Beauty.</HI> In &s;hort, we were all &s;et agog at the Story. Mr. <HI>A<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ipho</HI> pre&s;ently cry'd, <HI>Shall we go and &s;ee her? Ay, ay,</HI> &s;ays&punc; another, <HI>Let's go, prithee hone&s;t Man bring us to the place.</HI> Away we go, come to her, &s;ee her: A pretty Rogue i'faith &s;he was: And whats more, &s;he had nothing of Ornament to &s;et off her beauty: Her Hair all about her Ears, her Feet bare, all out of order, her Cheeks blubbered, and dre&s;&s;ed in &s;uch a pickle, that if &s;he hadn't been lovely to a Miracle, the&s;e Circum&s;tances would have made her very di&s;agreeable. The Spark that was ena|m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">r'd with the Mu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ick-Girl only &s;aid, <HI>She's well enough;</HI> but ours,&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting</STAGE> Was &s;mitten, I warrant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can ye gue&s;s how dee<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ly?&mdash; But now pray ob&s;erve what came on't. The very next day he goes right to the old Woman, and very fairly begs her leave for a Nights Lodging; which &s;he as fairly deny'd him, telling him, <HI>That his preten&s;ions were unrea&s;onable, that the Girl was a Citizen's Daughter, well-bred, and of a good Family; that if he wou'd take her for better for wor&s;e, he had the Law to bear him out in't; but if not, &s;he had no more to &s;ay to him.</HI> This put my Gentleman to a &s;ad
<PB N="237" REF="138"> Non-plus&punc; Marry her he would with all his Heart, but was afraid of the old Gentleman abroad.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wou'dn't his Father have allow'd on't, think ye, when he came back?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>What? to have married a Girl, who had <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">either Fortune nor Honour? Not whil&s;t his Eyes were open.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, and what came on't at la&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>What?&mdash; Why a certain wheadling Ra&s;|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">al, <HI>Phormio</HI> by Name, an audacious Fellow, would <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Devil had him for me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>What of him prithee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>He put this damn'd Project into the young Man <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ead I'm ju&s;t about to tell ye&mdash; You know 'tis the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">aw here, that all Orphan-Girls mu&s;t be married to the next of Kin, and the &s;ame Law <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> the next of kin to marry them. <HI>Now,</HI> &s;ays he, <HI>I'll &s;ay you are the Girl's Kin&s;man, and commence <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> agai<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;t ye, pretending to be a Friend of her Fa|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="4 letters"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> and bring it to a Tryal; as for who was her <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> who her Mother, and how you came to be her <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> let me alone for forging all, to the be&s;t ad|van<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">e <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">oo. When you di&s;prove none of all this, I &s;hal<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> ye. When your Father comes home, he'll be for t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="5 letters">ing o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">me: But what care I? the Girl will be <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> own.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>A very pretty piece of Roguery in troth!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Antipho</HI> was per&s;waded, the Bu&s;ine&s;s done, the Cau&s;e <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ry'd, we Ca&s;t, and he Married.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that you tell me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis ev'n as I &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah poor <HI>Geta,</HI> what will become of thee then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith I can't tell; only thus much I know, that fall back, fall edge, we mu&s;t bear it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now I like ye: Spoken like a Philo&s;opher!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>I've no hopes but in this Inventing-Noddle of my own.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="238" REF="139">Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>I commend thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Should I go now and fee &s;ome petry Friend to plead for me thus! <HI>Good, Sir, pardon him this once, but if he ever does the like again, I'll not open my Mouth for him.</HI> 'Twere well if he didn't add, <HI>But when I am gone; Hang him Dog</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>But now for this Mu&s;ick-Wench's Gentle|man-U&s;her, how he comes off?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Poorly enough, <HI>Jove</HI> knows.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>I warrant he has but little of the Ready to be&s;tow on her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not a Sow&s;e: Only fine Words and gay Promi&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is his Father come home or no?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>When d'ye look for your old Gentleman?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't tell po&s;itively; but I hear there s<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">a Letter from him at the Cu&s;tom-Hou&s;e, that came up by the Packet-Boat: I am ju&s;t &s;tepping for't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye want any thing el&s;e with me, <HI>Geta?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing, but good bu'y t'ye. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Davus</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Geta</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone.</STAGE>
<P><STAGE>To them within.</STAGE> Soho Sirrah!&mdash; What's there no body at home? <STAGE>Enter a Foot-Boy.</STAGE> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ere take this, and carry it to <HI>Dorcio.</HI> <STAGE>Gives him the Money. Exeunt &s;everally.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The End of the Fir&s;t Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<PB N="239" REF="139">
<HEAD>ACT II.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Antipho <HI>and</HI> Phedrie.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE> BUT <HI>Phedrie,</HI> is it come to that pa&s;s now, that I &s;hould be afraid of my own Father, when I think of his return<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> and a Father that loves me &s;o! If I had not been a ra&s;h Block-head, I might have expected his coming home as became me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>What d'ye mean by all this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>A pretty que&s;tion! When you your &s;elf were my chiefe&s;t Confident in this mad Prank. Well, I could wi&s;h <HI>Phormio</HI>'s Tongue had been out before he had given me &s;uch Coun&s;el, and pre&s;s'd my willing Mind on to what has been the Founda|tion of all my Mi&s;eries. If I hadn't enjoy'd her at all, it might ha' made me melancholy for three or four days or &s;o; but then I &s;hou'dn't have had this perpetual vexation upon me,&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>I give ye the hearing</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Whil&s;t I am in hourly expectations o'my Father's &s;udden return, who will pluck me from her Embraces.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Others are griev'd for want of Enjoyment, but you for being glutted with it. The God of Love has been too too liberal to ye, Cou&s;in: For my part, your's is a Life I'd as &s;oon wi&s;h for, and de&s;ire, as any whatever. I &s;hould thank the Gods did they ble&s;s me with &s;o long a Banque<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> of Love as you've been ble&s;t withal, and wou'd be content to die the next mom<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nt. Pray con&s;ider with your &s;elf what trouble I endure by being debarr'd from
<PB N="240" REF="140"> the thing I love, and what comfort you might take in your plentiful Enjoyment. I'll &s;ay nothing of your having got a civil well-bred Women with|out any charge, and of your being married to your own liking, to a Per&s;on of an un&s;potted Reputa|tion. 'Tis manife&s;t you're happy, and only want a Mind that can tell when things are well. Had you to do with a Bawd as I have, you'd feel how 'tis then. But 'tis the humour of us all, never to be contented.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>But tis you your &s;elf, Cou&s;in, that are the happy Man in my Opinion, who have Power to con&s;ult at large, whether you had be&s;t keep her, love her &s;till or leave her: But I've brought my &s;elf into &s;uch an unhappy &s;trait, that I neither know how to quit mine, nor keep her.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Geta <HI>at a di&s;tance in great ha&s;te.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>in a &s;urprize.</STAGE> But what's the Matter now? Isn't that <HI>Geta</HI> in &s;uch ha&s;te?&mdash; 'Tis he for cer|tain.&mdash; Alas! my poor Heart forbodes that he's the Me&s;&s;enger of &s;ome bad News or other.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Introth, <HI>Geta,</HI> thou'rt a dead Man, if thou do&s;t not find &s;ome cunning &s;hift or other to &s;ave thy &s;elf, and that quickly too, &s;o many Misfortunes are ready to &s;eize thee, before thou<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">rt prepared for em. I can neither tell how to e&s;cape em, nor how to get rid of them. Our Fool-hardine&s;s can never be concealed any longer. If my Noddle doesn't befriend us at this pinch, either I or my poor Ma&s;ter mu&s;t &s;mart for't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>What makes him in &s;uch a Chafe trow?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Then I've but a Minute's time for Projection: M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> old Ma&s;ter's upon our Backs.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>What ill Luck is come to Town now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> When he comes to hear on't, how is't po&s;&s;ible to pac<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e him? If I &s;peak, he'll be Cholerick; &s;ay nothing, 'twill fret him; and
<PB N="241" REF="140"> for excu&s;ing my &s;elf I had as good talk to the Wind.&mdash; Poor <HI>Geta!</HI> Alas for thee!&mdash; Then be&s;ides my own trouble, Mr. <HI>Antipho</HI> is a great vexation to my Spirits: 'Tis him I pity, and am now &s;o much concern'd for: 'Tis he that keeps me here; el&s;e I'd ha' made a &s;hift for one well enough, and been reveng'd of the old Man's peevi&s;h Temper: I'd ha' finger'd away &s;omething, and &s;hewn him a fair pair of Heels for't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>partly hearing.</STAGE> What Fingering and Heels is the Fellow talking of?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> But where &s;hall I find my Ma|&s;ter <HI>Antipho?</HI> Or where &s;hall I go look him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Antipho.</STAGE> He names you, Cou&s;in.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>I expect to hear of &s;ome &s;hrew'd Misfor|tune by this Me&s;&s;enger.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pho! Are ye out o' your Wits?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> I'll ev'n get me home; ten to one but he's there. <HI>[Going off.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Antipho.</STAGE> Let's call him back.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>You, Sir, &s;tay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>not knowing him.</STAGE> You take upon ye &s;uffi|ciently, whoe're you are.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Geta,</HI> I &s;ay!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>turning about.</STAGE> Od's me, 'tis the very Man I wanted.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee what's the News? Di&s;patch it in a word if ye can.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Out with it quick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ju&s;t now at the Water-&s;ide I &s;aw&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Father?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>You've hit it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then I'm a dead Man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>S'death!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee what &s;hall I do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Geta.</STAGE> How's this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>I tell ye I &s;aw his Father, your Uncle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>What cour&s;e &s;hall I take to help me out in this &s;udden Misfortune? Ah! Should my unlucky
<PB N="242" REF="141"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 paragraph"></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ti<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> &s;ince things <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 words"> are, you oug<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> the more upon your Gu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="4 letters"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> <HI>Ter|faint <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 words"> fair Lady.</HI></P>
<P><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 words"></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>But con&s;idering your pre&s;ent Circum&s;tan|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">, you've great rea&s;on to be otherwi&s;e; for if you<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> Fame, &s;ees ye once down i'th' mouth, he'll conclude you are guilty of all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's i'th' right on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't change my Nature.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Suppo&s;e you were put to a wor&s;e &s;trait.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, not being able to do this, I &s;hou'd ne'r do that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;haw! He's good for nothing, Mr. <HI>Phe|drie:</HI> Condemn'd already: Why &s;hould we &s;tand trifling away our time with him? I'll ev'n be jogg|ing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;o will I too. <STAGE>They are going off.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, <HI>Geta!</HI>&mdash; Suppo&s;e I look thus?&mdash; <STAGE>He tries to look plea&s;antly.</STAGE> Is this well?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not worth a Farthing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do but look on me now. <STAGE>Here he makes</STAGE></P>
<P>What d'ye think o'this? <STAGE>grimaces a good while, at la&s;t compo&s;es his Countenance.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>No.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;ay ye to't now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Somewhat thereabouts.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>That will do't&mdash; Keep ye there: Be&s;ure you an&s;wer him Word for Word, and let not his nu&s;&s;ing and hectoring da&s;h you out o'Countenance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well enough.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say you were forced to't by the Law, and the Rules of Court; d'ye mark me.&mdash; <STAGE>He looks to one corner of the Stage.</STAGE> But what old Man's younder, at the further end o'th' Street?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>peeping.</STAGE> 'Tis my Father, I amn't able <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> &s;tand my ground. <STAGE>going off.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="243" REF="141">Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>What ha'ye a mind to do, Sir? VVhither &s;o fa&s;t? Stay, &s;tay, I &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know my own frailty, and fault too well: I give up my <HI>Phanie,</HI> and my Life into your hands. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Antipho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, <HI>Geta,</HI> what &s;hall we do now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy, you mu&s;t expect a rattling, but poor <HI>Geta</HI> (if my Stars don't deceive me) will be tru&s;s'd up to rights. Troth, I think we mu&s;t ev'n follow the &s;ame Advice we gave to Mr. <HI>Antipho.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hang your <HI>Mu&s;t!</HI> VVhat you'd ha' me do, command me freely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Don't ye remember, when we began this Enterprize fir&s;t, how ye agreed to manage it? <HI>That their Plea was ju&s;t, fair, &s;ure; in fine, the cleare&s;t Ca&s;e in the World.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>I do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy this you mu&s;t make u&s;e of: If you can think of a better or a &s;iner, take it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll do what I can.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you give the fir&s;t on-&s;et, I'll lie in am|bu&s;h as a re&s;erve for ye when you begin to give ground.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well enough.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Demipho <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE></P>
<P>Phedrie <HI>and</HI> Geta <HI>move on one &s;ide, ob&s;erving him.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE>&mdash; Is't come to that then?</P>
<P>My Son <HI>Antipho</HI> marry without my con&s;ent? Sure a Father's Authority.&mdash; But why did I name Au|thority? Methinks the fear of my Di&s;plea&s;ure might ha' created &s;ome Re&s;pect; what has he no &s;hame in him? O impundent wickedne&s;s! And that Hang-dog <HI>Geta,</HI> the Tutor too.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>a&s;ide to</HI> Phed<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ie.</STAGE> So, I'm brought in for a &s;nack.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Suppo&s;e they pretend, <HI>Twas done again&s;t his Will, the Law &s;ore'd him to't.</HI> Well, I under&s;tand, I grant it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="244" REF="142">Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's well enough.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> But to give up his Cau&s;e &s;o willingly, and without one word to the contrary, did the Law force him upon that too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Geta.</STAGE> That's a hard Chapter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Phedrie.</STAGE> Let me alone to clear that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> I'm at a &s;ad Non-plus, things have happen'd &s;o contrary to my expectations and belief. Then my Pa&s;&s;ion runs away with me, &s;o as I can't bring my mind to the common u&s;e of thinking. VVherefore in a Calm we &s;hou'd be al|ways &s;ure to provide for a Storm: So he that comes home from a long Journey, ought to think of the Dangers, Lo&s;&s;es and Bani&s;hment, that may befal him: He may find his Son debauched, his Wife dead, and his Daughter dangerou&s;ly ill. All the&s;e are common Accidents, and &s;hou'd be no News to him, if they happen: But if things fall out better than he expected, he may look upon't as clear Gains.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>a&s;ide</HI> to Phedrie.</STAGE> Troth, Sir, you wou'dn't think how much wi&s;er I am than this old Fox my Ma&s;ter. Iv'e fore-ca&s;ted all my Misfortunes: <HI>Vi|delicet,</HI> When my Ma&s;ter comes home, I mu&s;t ex|pect to beat Hemp in <HI>Beidewell</HI> all the days of my Life, to be whipp'd and &s;hackled, or &s;ent to the Plough-tail. All this will be no News to me, if any thing happens better than I expect, I &s;hall look upon't as clear Gains, introth.&mdash; But why <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">on't you go to him, and &s;weeten him up a little.</P>
<P><STAGE>Phedrie <HI>moves towards</HI> Demipho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>&s;eeing</HI> Phedrie.</STAGE> Younder comes my Cou&s;in <HI>Hedrie</HI> to meet me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear Uncle your humble Servant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm glad to &s;ee thee, Coz; but where's <HI>P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ripho?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>You're welcome home, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="245" REF="142">Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thank ye;&mdash; but pray an&s;wer my Que&s;tion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's very well, Sir; within call.&mdash; But your Affairs, Sir, do they &s;ucceed to your de&s;ire?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;ighing.</STAGE> I wi&s;h they did.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why what's ami&s;s, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ami&s;s, <HI>Phedrie?</HI> You've made a fine Match among ye in my ab&s;ence, han't ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, ho! Is't that you are &s;o angry with him for?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>A rare Actor i'faith. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>And han't I rea&s;on to be &s;o? I wi&s;h in my Soul, I could but &s;et my Eyes upon him, he &s;hould &s;ee what 'tis to provoke a good-natur'd Father</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed, Sir, he has done nothing to de|&s;erve your Anger.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look ye here! They're all of a plece, hang all on a &s;tring; know one, know all. <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not &s;o neither, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Does one commit a Reguery, whip, th. other's ready to bear him out in't. Does this do it? Then that's ready to plead for him: So they help one another by turns.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>The old Man has hit upon both of their Humours better than he's aware on. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>If it wasn't a Bargain between ye, you wou'dn't take his part &s;o much as you do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, if my Cou&s;in <HI>Antipho</HI> had committe a fault to the prejudice either of his Honour a E&s;tate, I d &s;ooner die than plead for him, but &s;hould leave him to &s;uffer the ju&s;t demerit of <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> Crimes. But o'th' other hand, if &s;ome Chea, emboldned in his Knaveries, &s;hould lay his Snares t' entrap unwary Youth, and &s;hould compa&s;s his de&s;igns, is the fault ours, or the Judges? Who <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> through Envy take from the Rich their Right, and for pity give it to the Poor.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="246" REF="143">Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Weren't I privy to this whole Affair, I &s;hou'd think what he &s;ays to be as true as an Oracle. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can any Judge 'th' World know a Man's Right, when he &s;tands like a Po&s;t as he did?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>He did like a mode&s;t Gentleman: For when he came in the open Court, Fear and Mo|de&s;ty &s;o &s;urpriz'd him, that he cou'dn't utter a word of what he had premeditated.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get:</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> An Orator i'faith!&mdash; But why don't I go and have a touch al&s;o with the old <HI>Mump&s;imus.</HI>&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Goes to</HI> Demipho.</STAGE> Dear Ma&s;ter, your humble Servant, welcome home with all my Heart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ho! Mr. Governour! The very prop of our Family! The Tru&s;tee o'r my Son in my ab|&s;ence! I'm yours too. <STAGE>Jecringly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hear, Sir, you're pleas'd to blame us all&punc; unde&s;ervedly, and me too that de&s;erve it lea&s;t of all: For what wou'd ye had me ha' done i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th' ca&s;e, when you know, Sir, the Law won't admit a Slave to plead or be a Witne&s;s?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pi&s;h! I grant all this; and more, than that I own the Boy was ba&s;hful, and you a Slave. But let her be never &s;o much a-kin, there was no nece&s;&s;ity for his having her: the Law only obliges him to give her a Portion, and let her look out for another Husband. Your rea&s;on pray, why he ra|ther cho&s;e to marry a Beggar Wench?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay 'twasn't Rea&s;on, but Money that was wanting.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>He might have borrow'd it any where.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Any where, &s;ay ye? Sooner &s;aid than done.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Rather than fail he &s;hould have taken it up on Intere&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ho, bravely &s;poken! As tho' any one wou'd have tru&s;ted him while you are alive.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="247" REF="143">Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> It &s;hall never go thus, it mu&s;t not be. Shall I &s;u&s;ter em to live together one day to an end? No, I wou'dn't do't for the World.&mdash; but I'd fain <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> this pal<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">y Ra&s;cal brought before me, or el&s;e direct me where he lives.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mean <HI>Phormio,</HI> Sir, don't ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, the Woman's great Spokes-man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll fetch him &s;o ye pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>But where's <HI>Antipho</HI> now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gone out, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Coz, do &s;o much as &s;eek him out for me, and bring him hither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm going to rights. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Phedrie.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>To his Mi&s;tre&s;s he means. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Geta <HI>another way.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demipho</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone.</STAGE>
<P>I'll ju&s;t &s;tep in and return my Thanks for my &s;afe arrival; from thence I'll to the <HI>Piazza,</HI> and call &s;ome Friends to &s;tand by me in this bu&s;ine&s;s, that I mayn't be unprovided when <HI>Phormio</HI> come<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">.</P>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The End of the Second Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<PB N="248" REF="144">
<HEAD>ACT III.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Phormio <HI>and</HI> Geta.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE> HOW! Mr. <HI>Antipho</HI> play at Bopeep for fear of his Fa|ther, &s;ay ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very true.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>So: Then poor <HI>Phany</HI>'s left in the Lurch?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ev'n &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>And the old Man's upo' th' fret?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf</STAGE> So then! the burden lies all upon thy &s;houlders, poor <HI>Phormio.</HI> Thou mu&s;t take what comes on't, and ev'n brew as thou ha&s;t b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">k'd.&mdash; To work then, old Boy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee about it then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>not minding</HI> Geta.</STAGE> Suppo&s;e he &s;hould ask me.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis you we only tru&s;t to.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;tudying</STAGE> That's right.&mdash; What if he &s;hould reply?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twas you put us upon't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;till in a &s;tudy.</STAGE>&mdash; Ay, that will do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>pulling by the Sleeve</STAGE> Prithee help us out then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>turning quick to</HI> Geta.</STAGE> Prithee, trail the old Fox hither: I've all my Traps ready laid for him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>What de&s;ign are ye upon now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>What would ye have me, but to let <HI>Pha|nie</HI> be his Wife &s;till, clear Mr. <HI>Antipho</HI> of all, and turn the whole &s;tream o' th' old Man's Rage upon my &s;elf?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="249" REF="144">Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Spoken like a couragious Man, and a true Friend! But i'faith, hone&s;t <HI>Phormio,</HI> I'm afraid this Lion's Heart of yours will bring that pretty Face to look thro' a Pillory at the la&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;haw! Never fear that; I amn't to learn my Trade now; I know where to take &s;ure foot|ing. How many Men d'ye think I have in my time beat, and left for dead, Towns-men as well as Strangers? The oftner I exercis'd my Hand, the more Skill I had. And pray when did ye ever hear of an Action of Battery clapp'd upon my Back?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>How comes that about?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pho! your Fowlers never aim at a Hawk <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r Kite that do mi&s;chief; but 'tis your harmle&s;s Birds they are for. In one there's Profit, in the other only Powder and Shot thrown away. Ju&s;t &s;o they who have any thing to lo&s;e are in the mo&s;t danger: 'Tis well known I've nothing to lo&s;e but my Skin. You'll &s;ay perhaps, <HI>They might &s;eize my Per&s;on:</HI> They'd be hang'd before they'd maintain &s;uch a devouring Glutton, as I am. And troth, I fancy they are i'th' right on't, not to do me &s;uch an excellent good turn for a bad one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, my young Ma&s;ter will n<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r be able to make ye amends for this kindne&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis we Va&s;&s;als ow more than our Lives are worth for the Favours of our Princes. Isn't a rare thing to fea&s;t it at free-co&s;t, to perfume and bath ones &s;elf, to have no trouble upon your Spi|rit, whil&s;t another <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ear<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> the Trouble and Charge of all? For you to have all things to your liking, to laugh and take <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ou<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> plea&s;ure, whil&s;t he <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> him&s;elf; to be honour'd with the fir&s;t Cup, and &s;et at the upper end of the Table, to eat of the puzzling Banquet!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>What d'ye mean by the Word <HI>puzzling?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="250" REF="145">Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>When there's &s;uch a Plenty as would puz|zle ye which Di&s;h to chu&s;e fir&s;t, ye little Rogue: And con&s;idering how delicious and co&s;tly all the&s;e Ble&s;&s;ings are: How can ye call the Founder of 'em le&s;s than a God on Earth?</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Demipho <HI>at a di&s;tance with</HI> Hegio, Cratine <HI>and</HI> Crito.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Our old Gentleman's ju&s;t upon us: Mind your hits, the fir&s;t On&s;et will be the bloodie&s;t of all: If you can bear the brunt of that, you may manage him as you plea&s;e afterwards.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to his Followers.</STAGE> Hark ye, my Friends, was ever Man treated at &s;uch a contemptuous rate as I?&mdash; Your Opinion, Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Man's in wrath.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;oftly.</STAGE> Hold your Tongue; S't!&mdash; I'll row&s;e him, I ll warrant ye. <STAGE>Very loud.</STAGE> O won|derful! Does <HI>Demipho</HI> deny <HI>Phanie</HI> to be his Kin&s;|woman? Heavens ble&s;s us!&mdash; What, deny his own Kindred?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>He does, what then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I think yonder's our Antagoni&s;t.&mdash; Keep tho&s;e Neighbours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>aloud.</STAGE> Doesn't he know who her Father was?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>No.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor yet <HI>Stilpho</HI> neither?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>No marry doesn't he.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>aloud.</STAGE> Ay, becau&s;e &s;he had nothing left her, her Father's di&s;own'd, and &s;he &s;lighted. See what it is to be a covetous old Hunks.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'd better be hang'd ye Dog, than c<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ll my Ma&s;ter covetous. <STAGE>Seeming in a pa&s;&s;ion.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>over-hearing.</STAGE> Abominable Impudence! What is he come to call Whore fir&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>aloud.</STAGE> Now I can't blame the young Gen|tleman indeed, for not knowing <HI>Stilpho,</HI> 'cau&s;e he
<PB N="251" REF="145"> was an old poor Man, that lived by his Labour, and was for the mo&s;t part i'th Country, where he hired a &s;mall piece of Ground o' my Father: The poor old Man has oft complain'd to me <HI>how ba&s;ely</HI> Demipho <HI>his Kin&s;man had &s;lighted him;</HI> but what a Man did he &s;light thus? Why one of the ho|ne&s;te&s;t Men that ever wore a Head.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>See that he and you prove as good as ye pretend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>You be hang'd: If I hadn't found him to be as I &s;ay, I wou'd never have engaged our Fa|mily in &s;uch terrible feuds upon her account, who is now &s;o ungenteely &s;lighted by your Ma&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, &s;till abu&s;e my Ma&s;ter behind his back? Ye foul mouth'd Va<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">let.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis no more than he de&s;erves.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say ye &s;o, Jail-bird? <STAGE>&V;nbottons his Col|lar, and clenches his Fi&s;t at him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>coming nigher.</STAGE> <HI>Geta!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>not minding</HI> Demipho</STAGE> Abominable Thief! Damnable Che<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters"></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>&s;oftly to</HI> Geta.</STAGE> Prithee give him an An|&s;wer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>turning about.</STAGE> Who's that calls?&mdash; Oh, Sir&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Don't Quarrel.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Vari<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t has been laying &s;uch ba&s;e things to your Wor&s;hip's Charge, that none but this Scoun|drel wou'd <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">a been guilty of.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, &s;ay no more on't&mdash; <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Phormio</STAGE> But, hark ye, young Man, by your good leave I'd ask ye one civil Que&s;tion, if you plea&s;e to give an An&s;wer to't. Pray who was this Friend of yours that you were talking of? Tell me plainly, and how near did he &s;ay he was related to me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are for pumping, as tho' you didn'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> know him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="252" REF="146">Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t certainly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I deny't, you that affirm it, prove it, and rub up my Memory.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I warrant you don't know one of your own Fle&s;h and Blood.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>You make me &s;tark mad: Can't ye tell me his Name?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>His Name? with all my heart. <STAGE>Studies.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why don't ye out with't then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox on't, 'tis &s;lipt out of my Head. <STAGE>Sof|ly <HI>to</HI> Geta.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! What's that you mutter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>&s;oftly to</HI> Geta.</STAGE> If you remember the Name we mention'd ju&s;t now, prithee prompt me.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Aloud to</HI> Demipho</STAGE> Ha, ha, he,&mdash; You &s;hall have none of the Name for me, as if you didn't know it already: You're upo'th catch I find <STAGE><HI>Here</HI> Phormio <HI>laughs, and &s;peaks as loud as he can, that</HI> Geta <HI>may tell him the Name, and</HI> Demipho <HI>not hear<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;corn your Words.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>&s;oftly to</HI> Phermio.</STAGE> <HI>Stilpho, Stilpho.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Name, Ha&mdash; ha&mdash; he&mdash; But what care I? The Name's <HI>Stilpho.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who, &s;ay ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ay <HI>Stilpho;</HI> as if you didn't know him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I ll take my Corporal Oath I know no &s;uch Man, nor was I ever a-kin to any of that Name.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is't po&s;&s;ible? Arn't you a&s;ham'd to &s;ay &s;o? Had he left you a &s;ow&s;ing Sum of Money&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil take ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; You'd ha' been the fir&s;t that &s;hould ha' trac'd him, and his Pedigree, from the Con|queror.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, be it &s;o: If I had undertaken it, I mu&s;t have made it out, which way &s;he was my Kin&s;woman: Therefore prithee do you the &s;ame: Tell me which way &s;he's related to me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="253" REF="146">Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith well urg'd, Sir&mdash; <STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> Phormio</STAGE> Look to your &s;elf, my Friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I made it out as clear as the Sun in open Court, where 'twas to be done: If 'twere Forge|ry, why didn't your Son make it appear to be &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tell not me of my Son; he behav'd him|&s;elf wor&s;e than a Changling.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>But you, Sir, that are &s;o wond'rous wi&s;e, may go into Court, and procure a &s;econd Hearing o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th &s;ame Cau&s;e, &s;ince you play <HI>Rex</HI> here, and take upon ye the &s;ole Prerogative of having the &s;ame Cau&s;e tried twice over.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tho' I've been much abus'd in this bu&s;i|ne&s;s, yet rather than be plagu'd with Law-Suits, and your impertinent Tongue, let her go for my Kin&s;woman, I'll give her a Portion as the Law re|quires&mdash; Here, take half a &s;core Pieces, and away with her. <STAGE>Offers him Money.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha&mdash; ha&mdash; he&mdash; : A very plea&s;ant Man i'faith!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>What wou'd the Man have, don't I offer very fair? Can't I claim the Priviledge of the Com|mon Law?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is it &s;o, &s;weet Sir? When you've made u&s;e of a Citizen's Daughter, does the Law allow ye to give her a Whores Pay, and &s;end her pack|ing? Or doesn't it rather require &s;he &s;hou'd be married to the next of Kin, and keep to one Man, le&s;t want &s;hou'd make her do that which might be a Scandal to her Quality? And you are again&s;t that, are ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, ay, to the next of Kin: But what is &s;he a-kin to us? Or how pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Enough, enough: We needn't try it over again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I don't de&s;ign it; but I &s;hall pu&s;h hard till I've made an end on't,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="254" REF="147">Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'd as good catch Butter-flies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ay, I will do't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;ides, Sir, 'tis none of your Concern: 'Tis your Son is ca&s;t, and not you: Your Dancing days were over long ago.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then you may &s;uppo&s;e 'tis he that &s;ays all this to ye; if not, I'll turn him and his Trull out of Doors.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now his Back's up. <STAGE>Aside.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'd be twice advis'd fir&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>You unlucky Dog, are ye re&s;olv'd to do me all the mi&s;chief you're able?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's damnably afraid, tho he does all he can to conceal it. <STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> Geta.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Phormio.</STAGE> Your de&s;ign &s;ucceeds rarely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>What? Can't ye endure with patience what can't be cur'd! Come, do like a Gentleman, that there may be a la&s;ting Friend&s;hip between us. <STAGE>Jeering.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pi&s;h! Do I care a Fig for your <HI>Friend|&s;hip?</HI> Or de&s;ire to &s;ee, or be acquainted with &s;uch a Ra&s;cal?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you two can agree upon't, you'll have a Comfortre&s;s in your old Age: Pray con&s;ider what time a day 'tis with ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox, let her comfort thee; take her and the Devil to boot.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Sir, moderate your Pa&s;&s;ion. <STAGE>Jeering.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mark this then, without any more ado: If you don't make all the ha&s;te you can, and take away your Jil<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, I'll thru&s;t her out by Head and Shoulders: That's the Word for all, Mr. Knave.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>If ye o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">er her the lea&s;t Affront unwor|thy her Quality, I'll clap a &s;winging Action upon your back: That's the Word for all, Mr. Alder|man!&mdash; Hark ye, if the want me, you'll find me at home. <STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> Geta.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="255" REF="147">
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>&s;oftly to</HI> Phormio.</STAGE> Well enough.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Phormio.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a World of Care and Vexation has my Son brought me into, by entangling him&s;elf, as well as me, in this unlucky Match!&mdash; Then I can't get one glimps of him, to know what he can &s;ay, or how he &s;tands affected.&mdash; Run in, <HI>Geta,</HI> and &s;ee whether he be come home or no.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will, Sir.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Geta.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;ee, Gentlemen, how the ca&s;e &s;tands; What had I be&s;t to do? Your Advice, Mr Coun|&s;ellor. <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Hegio.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Meaning me, Sir?&mdash; I think Mr. <HI>Cra|tine</HI>'s the fitte&s;t Man to &s;peak fir&s;t, if you plea&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come on then, Mr. <HI>Cratine.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who I, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes you, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cra.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'd willingly advi&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> ye for the be&s;t; I am of Opinion, Sir, that what your Son did in your ab&s;ence, &s;hould, in Right and Rea&s;on, be null'd and void <HI>ip&s;o facto;</HI> and the Law will allow it. <HI>Dixi.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now for you, Mr <HI>Hogio.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>I believe Mr. <HI>Cratine</HI> &s;poke as he thought; but as the &s;aying is, <HI>So many Men, &s;o many Minds,</HI> every one as they like. In my Opinion, what the Law has once determin'd &s;hou'dn't be cancell'd, and 'twou'd be a Scandal to offer at &s;uch a thing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now for your Opinion, Mr. <HI>Crito.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>I de&s;ire time to con&s;ider on't; tis a weigh|ty Affair.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Heg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ye any further occa&s;ion for our Advice?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>You've made rare work on't i'&s;aith.</P>
<P><HI>Exeun<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI> Hegi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ratine <HI>and</HI> Crito.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>alone looking after 'em.</HI> So I'm more to &s;eek now than ever.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Geta.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>They &s;ay, Sir, he isn't come back yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="256" REF="148">Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll even &s;tay till my Brother comes home; what Advice he gives in this ca&s;e, that I'll follow. I'll enquire at the Water-&s;ide when they expect him. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Demipho.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE>Geta <HI>alone.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I'll go &s;ee for Mr. <HI>Antipho,</HI> and let him know how Squares go&mdash; But look yonder, he comes in Pudding-time.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Antipho <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> In good troth, <HI>Antipho,</HI> thou and this faint Heart of thine are mightily to be blam'd: What? run away, and leave thy very Life and Soul to the Management of Deputies? Cou'd&s;t think they'd take more care of thy bu&s;ine&s;s than thy &s;elf? Let other Matters ha' gone how they wou'd, the dear Creature at home ought to ha' been look'd after, for fear the poor Soul, that has lodged all her Hopes and Fortunes in thy hands, &s;hou'd, for tru&s;ting to thy Promi&s;es, come to any mi&s;chief.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>goes up to him</STAGE> Faith, Sir, we were ju&s;t praying heartily for ye, but the wrong way, be|cau&s;e you &s;lunk away and left us &s;o fairly i'th lurch.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Twas thee I wanted, <HI>Geta.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; But for all that we didn't flinch an Ace.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee tell me in what po&s;ture my Affairs &s;tand, and what have I to tru&s;t to; does my Fa|ther know any thing of the main bu&s;ine&s;s?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not a bit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is there any hopes left then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed I can't tell&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">eart!.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>But Mr. <HI>Phedrie</HI> pleaded like a Coun&s;ellor for ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>He has been always very obliging.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then for <HI>Phormio,</HI> in this as in all other things, he has behav'd him&s;elf like a Hero,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="257" REF="148">Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>What did he do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>He quite out-hector'd your Father, as huf|fing as he was.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>God-a-mercy <HI>Phormio,</HI> I faith.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I al&s;o did my be&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>hugging him.</STAGE> Ah, hone&s;t Rogue! Faith I'm oblig'd to ye all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>The fir&s;t Encounter was ju&s;t as I tell ye; at pre&s;ent Matters go on very &s;moothly; your Fa|ther, it &s;eems, will let things re&s;t till your Uncle comes home.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why till then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;ays he'll be advis'd by him in this bu|&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah <HI>Geta!</HI> How I dread his coming home, &s;ince I under&s;tand 'tis his Sentence alone I mu&s;t &s;tand or fall by.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look, yonder's your Cou&s;in <HI>Phedrie.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look ye! He's ju&s;t coming out piping hot from his old Sweating-Hou&s;e.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Phedrie <HI>and</HI> Dorio; Antipho <HI>and</HI> Geta <HI>move on one &s;ide and ob&s;erve them.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, good <HI>Dorio,</HI> hear me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil I will.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>But one word</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox! don't teaze me &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do but hear what I've to &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm &s;ick with hearing the &s;ame thing a thou&s;and times over.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>But I ha' &s;omething to offer, that you'll be glad to hear of.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, let's hear it then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is't impo&s;&s;ible for me to prevail upon ye, to &s;tay but three &s;hort days?&mdash; <STAGE>Dorio <HI>is going off, and</HI> Phedrie <HI>holds him</HI></STAGE> Whither &s;o fa&s;t pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'd ha' &s;cored it up for a Wonder, if you had made me any new offer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="258" REF="149">Ant</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Geta.</STAGE> Alas, I'm horribly afraid the Bawd is working him&s;elf no good.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ge,</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Antipho.</STAGE> And &s;o am I too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>You won't believe me then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor</SPEAKER>
<P>That's we<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> gue&s;s'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Suppo&s;e I pa&s;s my Word?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Meer Stuff!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'd &s;ay 'twas one of the be&s;t days work ye er made in y<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">r Life.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Idle Stories.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do but tru&s;t me, and you &s;han't repent it; you'll find it t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> be as I &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Silly Phan&s;ies!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good now try me, the time isn't &s;o long.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Cuckoo&mdash; Cuckoo.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are my Relation, you are my Father, you are my Friend, you.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting.</STAGE> Tattle on, tattle on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are ye of &s;uch a barbarous and inflexible Nature, that neither Pity nor Intreaties can mol|lifie ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>And are you, Sir, &s;o &s;en&s;ele&s;s and &s;hame|le&s;s, as to think your gay Words, and fine flouri&s;hes, &s;hall chou&s;e me out of what's my own for nothing?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Geta.</STAGE> Troth I'm &s;orry for him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas! I am convinc'd he's i'th' right on't. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Antipho.</STAGE> I think they both come up each to his proper Character.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>And mu&s;t this Misfortune needs light upo' me in a time when my Cou&s;in <HI>Antipho</HI> is in the very &s;ame trouble him&s;elf?</P>
<STAGE>Antipho <HI>and</HI> Geta <HI>go up to them.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Phedrie.</STAGE> Ha! Cou&s;in, what's the Matter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>turning to him.</STAGE> My Cou&s;in <HI>Antipho's</HI> the happie&s;t Man alive.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="259" REF="149">Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who I?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>In having what you love in your own Cu&s;tody; not tor<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ented like me, with &s;uch a Vil|lain as this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>In my Cu&s;tody &s;ay ye?&mdash; Ay, indeed, I have, as the &s;aying is, <HI>A Wolf by the Ears:</HI> How to part from her I know not, and how to keep her I can't tell.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>My very Ca&s;e, by the Mackins.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Dorio.</STAGE> Courage Man, don't play the Bawd by halves.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Phedrie.</STAGE> But prithee what has he done?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>That Ra&s;cal?&mdash; Why, like a hard-heart|ed wretch as he is, he has gone and &s;old my dear|e&s;t <HI>Pamphila.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! Sold her?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sold her, &s;ay ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>He has &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>A mighty bu&s;ine&s;s indeed, for a Man to make Money of his own Wares!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't prevail upon him to &s;tay but three days for me, and break off the Bargain with him, till &s;uch time as I &s;hall receive the Money my Friends promis'd to lend me.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Dorio.</STAGE> If I don't pay it ye then, you &s;han't &s;tay a minute longer for me</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'll crack my Brain-pan pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>He de&s;ires but a very little time, <HI>Dorio;</HI> Prithee ben't &s;o hard-hearted. The favour &s;hall be requited to you double, take my Word for't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Meer Shams!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Phedrie.</STAGE> Can you &s;uffer your Mi&s;tre&s;s to be Ravi&s;h'd from this plea&s;ant Town?&mdash; <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Dorio.</STAGE> And can you ha' the heart to part &s;uch fervent Lovers?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's neither my Fault, nor yours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>A plague on thee for a Ra&s;cal. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="260" REF="150">Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look ye; many a month have I born with you again&s;t the grain; you 'ye brought me nothing but Court Promi&s;es, Crocodile's Tears, and a Beg|gar's Pur&s;e: Now on the other hand, I've g<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t me a Chapman that will pay me freely without &s;nivel|ling. Therefore, Sir, <HI>cede majoribus,</HI> I &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>In good earne&s;t, as I remember there was a day &s;et for my Cou&s;in to have her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>There was &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do I deny't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is that day pa&s;t then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, but another's day came before it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Arn't ye a&s;ham'd of your Knavery?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not as long as I can get by't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sordid Villain!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe. Dorio,</SPEAKER>
<P>Is that your con&s;cience now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;o; if you like me, make u&s;e o'me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;hould you cheat him thus?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Rather I faith, Mr. <HI>Antipho,</HI> 'tis he cheats me; he knew well enough what I was, but I took him for another &s;ort of a Gentleman; &s;o that he has deceiv'd me: I am ju&s;t for all the World as I us'd to be. But let that pa&s;s; thus much I'll do. To morrow Morning the Captain &s;ays he'll bring me the Money: Now, Mr. <HI>Phedrie,</HI> if you'll bring it fir&s;t, I ll follow my own Rule, <HI>Fir&s;t come, fir&s;t &s;erv'd;</HI> and &s;o good bu'y t'ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;hall I do now?&mdash; Where &s;hall poor I now, that am wor&s;e than nothing, &s;crape up &s;uch a Sum at &s;o &s;hort a warning?&mdash; If I cou'd but ha' got him to have &s;tay'd three days, the Mo|ney was promis'd me by that time. <STAGE>Walks to and fro dejectedly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Geta</STAGE> What, &s;hall we leave our Friend in &s;uch a mi&s;erable ca&s;e, who but ju&s;t now, as you told me, pleaded my Cau&s;e &s;o hand&s;omly? Shant we requite his Courte&s;ie in time of need?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis but right and rea&s;on we &s;hould, I confe&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="261" REF="150">Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come on then; you are the Man that can keep his Head above Water.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>What wou'd ye ha' me do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Procure him the Money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I wou'd with all my heart; but where mu&s;t I have it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Father's at home.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I know, but what then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Po! A word to the Wi&s;e is enough.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is it &s;o, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very pretty Coun&s;el I faith! You may do't your &s;elf if you plea&s;e; &s;han't I come off with flying Colours, if I &s;cape with a whole Skin upo' your account? But I mu&s;t needs venture my Neck upon his account too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's true I own.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, <HI>Geta!</HI> Am I no body wi'ye then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not &s;o neither:&mdash; But is it nothing in your E&s;teem, that we've &s;tirr'd up the old Gen|tleman's Anger again&s;t us all, unle&s;s we provoke him again beyond all hopes of Reconcilement?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall my Rival carry away my deare&s;t be|yond Sea, and I be the Spectator too?&mdash; Ah Cou|&s;in, &s;peak with me while you may; take one fare|wel Look before I leave ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, Sir, what crotchet comes in your Head now? Prithee tell me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll traver&s;e Sea and Land after her, or peri&s;h in the Attempt; that I'm re&s;olv'd on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>A good Journey to ye, Sir; but &s;oft and fair goes far.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, <HI>Geta,</HI> &s;ee if thou can&s;t help him a little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Help him, pray how?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good now try however, for fear he do what may make us both repent, more or le&s;s, here|after.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="262" REF="151">Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Invention's upo'th' Tenter-hooks.&mdash; <STAGE><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">tudies.</STAGE> He's out o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> danger, or I am mi&s;taken; but &s;till I'm afraid my poor Hide will &s;mart for't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Don't be afraid; we'll &s;tand and fall with thee upon all accounts. <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Phedrie.</STAGE> Well, how much Money d'ye want? Tell me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Four&s;core Guinea's or &s;o: That's all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Four&s;core Guineas? Whoop! Whoop! She's a plaguy dear bit, Mr. <HI>Phedrie.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, &s;he's an extraordinary Penny-worth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, no more; you &s;hall ha the Mone<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>hugging him</STAGE> Rare Rogue!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come let me alone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>I want it ju&s;t now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>And you &s;hall have it <HI>ju&s;t now;</HI> but I &s;hall want <HI>Phormio,</HI> to &s;econd me i'th' de&s;ign.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> G<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ta</STAGE> Pray &s;tep, and de&s;ire him to be at home.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's ready I warrant ye; lay what load you will upo' him he'll bear't. Hes the only Man of a thou&s;and that's true to his Friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's away to him, out of hand.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can I do ye any kindne&s;s i' this Matter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>None at all. Pray go and comfort the poor Creature at home, I know &s;hes almo&s;t dead with fear&mdash; Why d'ye &s;tay, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know nothing I'd do with a more willing mind. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Antipho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phe.</SPEAKER>
<P>How will ye go to work in this bu&s;ine&s;s?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tell ye as we go along; therefore pray be moving. <STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Ambo.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The End of the Third Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<PB N="263" REF="151">
<HEAD>ACT IV.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Demipho <HI>and</HI> Chremes.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="4 letters">ing.</STAGE>&mdash; WELL, ha'ye di&s;patch|ed the Bu&s;ine&s;s you went about to <HI>Lemno,</HI> Brother? Have ye brought your Daughter along with ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why didn't ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>After he, Mother &s;aw I made a longer &s;tay here than ordinary, and that the Girl's Age wou'd not admit of my farther delays, &s;he and her whole Family took Shipping, and (as I am inform'd) came hither in &s;earch after me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>When you heard of this, how came you to tarry &s;o long behind 'em?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas! I was &s;ick all the time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>How came that? Of what Di&s;temper?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>that's a Que&s;tion! Above Three&s;core is Di&s;temper &s;ufficient&mdash; But the Ma&s;ter of the Ship that brought 'em over, told me, they are all land|ed &s;afe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, Brother, ha' ye heard of the &s;hrewd Misfortune that happen'd to my Son in my ab&s;ence?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay truly; and 'tis that has broke the Neck of all my de&s;igns: For &s;hou'd I offer my Daughter in Marriage to a Stranger, I mu&s;t tell the whole Story, <HI>how I came by her, and by whom;</HI> but you, I know, are as true to my Intere&s;t as I can be my &s;elf. A Stranger, that wou'd be my Son-in-Law, wou'd hold his Tongue, as long as we were good Friends together; but if he once di&s;regarded me,
<PB N="264" REF="152"> he'll know more by half than I'd have him. Then I'm horribly afraid the bu&s;ine&s;s &s;hou'd come to my Wife's Ear; if it does, my only remedy will be to take up my Heels, and be marching: For to &s;peak the Truth, I of the whole Family am the only Friend to my &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I m &s;en&s;ible of it Brother, and 'tis a great trouble to me; but Ill leave no Stone unturn'd, till I've prov'd my &s;elf as good as my word. <STAGE>They walk a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Geta, <HI>at a great di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> I ne'r &s;et my Eyes on a craftier Whores-bird than this <HI>Phormio</HI> in all my Life. I came to the Ba&s;tard to tell him that we wanted the Ready, and how we de&s;ign'd to angle for't; and I had &s;carce open'd my Lips, but he knew my meaning by my gaping. He was tickled at the Phan&s;ie, clappd me upo' th back fort, ask'd for the old Gentleman, and on his Marrow-bones thank'd the Gods a thou&s;and times, for putting an oportunity into his hands of &s;hewing him&s;elf as much Mr. <HI>Phcdrie's,</HI> as he had been Mr <HI>Antipho's</HI> Friend. I bid him wait for me at the <HI>Piazza,</HI> where I'd bring the old Cully to him.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Seeing</HI> Demipho.</STAGE> Look there he is!&mdash; But whos that looking or his Left-&s;houlder?&mdash; O the Devil! Mr. <HI>Phedries</HI> Father? Pi&s;h! What a Bru<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e am I to be afraid of that? Ist cau&s;e thou ha&s;t caught two Wood-cocks I thy Spring in&s;tead of one!&mdash; I'm &s;ure tis &s;afe&s;t to have two Strings to one's B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">w.&mdash; Ill try to get it of him I <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> de&s;ign'd; if he an&s;wers my expectation, well: If not, then have at the New-comer.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Antipho <HI>at another part of the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">ge, ob&s;erving the re&s;t.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> I look every minute for this <HI>Geta's</HI> coming back.&mdash; Hah! Yonder's my Uncle
<PB N="265" REF="152"> wi' my Father, laying their Heads together S'death! How I dread what De&s;igns his coming will put my Father upon!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> Ill go to them.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>goes to that part of the Stage where</HI> Demipho <HI>and</HI> Chremes <HI>are.</HI></STAGE> What my Ma&s;ter <HI>Chremes?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hone&s;t <HI>Geta,</HI> how is't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>You're heartily welcome home, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thank ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>How goes the World with you, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Much at one, upon my arrival here I find a great many Alterations, as I u&s;ed to do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>So: Then you've heard of Mr. <HI>Antipho's</HI> bu&s;ine&s;s, I &s;uppo&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>All, all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Demipho.</STAGE> What did you tell him, Sir?&mdash; Wasn't it an abominable thing to be &s;o put upon, Mr. <HI>Chremes?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twas that point he and I were ju&s;t di&s;|cour&s;ing on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>In troth, Sir, I've been hammering upo' the &s;ame thing, and fancy I ve thought of an Ex|pedient.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>ha&s;tily.</STAGE> How, <HI>Geta!</HI> What Expedient?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ju&s;t as I parted from you, by chance who &s;hould I meet with but <HI>Phormio?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who, <HI>Phormio?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes; he that is the young Woman's&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, I know him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Toy came into my Head, to feel his Pul&s;e a little. I took him a&s;ide, <HI>Prithee,</HI> Phor|mio (&s;aid I) <HI>hadn't ye better make an end of this Quar|rel by fair means, rather than foul? My Ma&s;ter's a free-hearted Gentleman, and one that hates Law: But I faith, if he had taken all his Friends Advice, he d ha' kickd her to the Devil before this time.</HI>&mdash; <STAGE>Antipho <HI>behind over-hearing.</HI></STAGE> What does the Rogue mean? What would he be at?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="266" REF="153">Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; <HI>I'll warrant ye you think the Law can take hold of him for that? Pi&s;h! We<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ve had Council upon the Bu&s;ine&s;s already: And take my word for't, if you once begin a Suit with this Gentleman&mdash; he has his Tongue &s;o well hung, he'll make ye &s;moke for't. But &s;uppo&s;e he be Ca&s;t; 'tis no hanging Matter, and a little Money will put all to rights again.</HI> After this Di&s;cour&s;e, I found my Gentleman took down a Peg lower: <HI>Here's only you and my &s;elf</HI> (continu'd I) <HI>Prithee, good Boy, tell me what you demand down and down, to &s;ecure my Ma&s;ter from hearing any more of this bu&s;ine&s;s, to take the Girl off our hands, and to plague us no farther</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>What has Old-Nick bewitch'd the Fel|low? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; <HI>I'm &s;ure of this, if you'll but propo&s;e any thing that's ju&s;t and rea&s;onable, he's &s;uch a civil Gen|tleman, there won't be two words between ye.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who gave you Commi&s;&s;ion to &s;ay all this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Po! He cou'dn't ha' &s;poken better to bring our de&s;ign about.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>All's lo&s;t. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>On with your Story.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>At fir&s;t he talk'd like a Mad-man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, what did he ask?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>What? The Devil and all: Ev'n what his wild Phan&s;ie plea&s;ed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's hear't tho.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>He talk'd of two or three hundred Guinea's.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>As many Devils take him: What, has he no Con&s;cience?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>I told him as much my &s;elf: <HI>Good now</HI> (&s;aid I) <HI>&s;uppo&s;e he had a Daughter of his own to marry, wou'd he give any more! He's but little the better I &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d for having none, &s;ince one's clapp'd on his Back he m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;t give a Portion to.</HI> To be &s;hort, omitting his <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">dle Impertinencies, at la&s;t he came to this con|clu&s;ion:
<PB N="267" REF="153"> <HI>I've had a mind</HI> (&s;aid he) <HI>from the very fir&s;t, to marry my Friends Daughters, which was no more than Rea&s;on required. For I fore&s;aw the trouble the Girl wou'd be put to, by marrying into a rich Family, &s;he being poor wou'd be made a Slave, not a Wife. But to be plain with ye, I want a Wife with a little Money to pay off my Debts, now if Mr</HI> Demipho <HI>will give as large a Portion with her, as I'm like to have with one I'm already engag'd to, I'll choo&s;e her be|fore any Woman alive.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>A body don't know what to make on't, whether it be Foolery or Knavery, or whether the Man is &s;illy or wilful. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>What if he has pawn'd his Soul, mu&s;t we redeem it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I've mortgag'd</HI> (continu'd he) <HI>a piece of ground for 25 pounds</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, well! Let him take her, I'll pay the Money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>and an old Hou&s;e or two for as much more.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox on him, that's too much by half <HI>[angrily</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Make no noi&s;e then, he &s;hall have as much as that of me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Then</HI> (quoth he) <HI>my Wife mu&s;t have a Maid, more Hou&s;hold-Stuff mu&s;t be bought, and a good hand|&s;ome Wedding kept: The&s;e things put all together will come to 25 pounds more.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;hall clap &s;ix hundred Actions upon my back fir&s;t. I'll not part with a Groat: Shall the paltry Ra&s;cal make a Property of me. <STAGE>Walks about in a pa&s;&s;ion</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Brother be pacified, I'll lay down the Money, get you but your Son in the Mood to marry the Woman we'd have him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas for me! Ah, <HI>Geta,</HI> thy Treacheries have undone me. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="268" REF="154">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis upo' my account &s;he's turn'd out, and 'tis but rea&s;on I &s;hou'd pay the Co&s;ts and Charges.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Let me know</HI> (&s;aid he) <HI>their Minds as &s;oon as ye can, whether th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> de&s;ign to let me have her or no, that I may get clear of the other, and know what to tru&s;t to; for the other Girl's Friends are fully de&s;ign'd this very day to lay me down the Portion.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;hall have it immediately, let him break off that Match, and take this Girl.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>And the Devil take him into the Bargain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I've very luckily brought with me the Rent of my Wife's Farm at <HI>Lemno:</HI> I'll take that, and tell my Wife you had an occa&s;ion to borrow it. <STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Chremes <HI>and</HI> Demipho.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE>Antipho <HI>comes up to</HI> Geta.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hark ye, Mr. Rogue!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye know what you ha' been a doing?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes; nabb'd both the old Fools o' their Money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is that enough think ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, Sir, I can't tell, 'twas as much as you order'd me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dog! Are ye at cro&s;s Que&s;tions with me?</P>
<STAGE>Kicks him.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>What d'ye mean, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, your Rogue&s;hip has brought Matters to that fine pa&s;s, that now I may go hang my &s;elf. To make an Example of thee to all Villains, Hea|ven, Hell and Earth confound thee. If you want any thing to be well done, I'll recommend ye to my Spark here.&mdash; What occa&s;ion had you to rip up th' old Sore? And bring my Dear's Name into Que&s;tion? You've po&s;&s;e&s;s'd my Father with new hopes of turning her off: And, &s;weet Sir, &s;uppo|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ing <HI>Phormio</HI> &s;hould accept o'th' Portion, he mu&s;t marry her then to be &s;ure: And what will become of me then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="269" REF="154">Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hell be hang'd before he marries her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>I believe &s;o: But when they come to de|mand their Money back again, he'll rather chu&s;e to go to Jail than betray us, I warrant ye. <STAGE>Scornfully.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>All Stories may be the wor&s;e for telling: The be&s;t part o'this you've left out, and only men|tion'd the wor&s;t. Now pray hear mine: If he re|ceives the Portion, he's oblig'd to marry her, as you &s;ay; I own: But then there mu&s;t be time al|low'd for getting things ready for the Wedding, for inviting of Gue&s;ts, and for the offering of his Oblations: The mean time Mr. <HI>Phedrie</HI>'s Friends will procure him the Money they promis'd him, and out of this may <HI>Phormio</HI> refund to the old Gentlefolks.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o? Or what pretence can he make?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pretence? O he has a thou&s;and in his Bud|get. <HI>What Prodigies have I &s;een</HI> (may he pretend) <HI>&s;ince we made the Bargain? There came a &s;trange Black Dog yelping into my Hou&s;e: A flying Dragon came down the Water-&s;pout, my &s;peckled Hen crow<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d; The Prie&s;t forbad it, and the cunning Man charg'd me to meddle with no new Bu&s;ine&s;s till Winter.</HI> The&s;e are as good pretences as any I'th' World. Thus &s;hall things be order'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Provided they were &s;o&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>So they &s;hall, take my Word for't&mdash; But here comes your Father, withdraw and tell Mr. <HI>Phe|drie</HI> the Money's our own. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Antipho.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter at another part of the Stage</HI> Demipho <HI>with a Bag of Money, and</HI> Chremes.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE> Be content I &s;ay, I'll take care he &s;han't cheat us: I'll not part with a Cro&s;s to day but upon &s;ure grounds, and before &s;ufficient Witne&s;&s;es to te&s;tifie to whom, and for what I de|liver it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="270" REF="155">Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>over-hearing.</STAGE> How cautious our Sir <HI>Solomo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI> is, where there's no need on't! <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth, and &s;o you had need, Brother: But make ha&s;te whil&s;t the Fit is upon him. If the other Woman &s;hou'd chance to be before-hand with us, he may throw us off perhaps.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th' right on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bring me to him, <HI>Geta.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am ready, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>When you've di&s;patch'd that, &s;tep over to my VVife, and de&s;ire her to have &s;ome Di&s;cour&s;e with the Girl before we pack her off, that &s;he may tell her, <HI>She has no Cau&s;e to be angry that we'd have her married to</HI> Phormio, <HI>&s;ince he's the &s;itter Match, being intimately acquainted with her: and that we haven't done contrary to our Duty, becau&s;e we have given him as good a Portion as he de&s;ired.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;haw! what a-duce is all this to you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, a great deal, Brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Isn't it enough for you to do your Duty, unle&s;s all the VVorld commend ye for't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'd willingly have her Con&s;ent tho', that &s;he might not pretend &s;he was turn'd out o'doors</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can tell her all this my &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But 'twill come better from a VVoman tho'.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll call upo' your VVife then.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Demipho <HI>and</HI> Geta.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chremes</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone.</STAGE>
<P>I'm thinking now what corner o'th' Town to beat up for the&s;e VVomen of <HI>Lemno.</HI></P>
<STAGE><HI>To him enter</HI> Sophrona <HI>out of</HI> Demipho's <HI>Hou&s;e.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to her &s;elf.</STAGE> VVhat &s;hall I do?&mdash; VVhat Friend &s;hall I make u&s;e of, poor Fool that I am? VVhom &s;hall I tru&s;t with a Secret of &s;o great Im|portance? Or where &s;hall I look out for a&s;&s;i&s;tance?&mdash; I'm &s;trangely afraid my poor Mi&s;tre&s;s will be ba&s;ely dealt withal for following my Coun&s;el, for
<PB N="271" REF="155"> I hear the young Gentleman's Father takes it very heinou&s;ly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What di&s;con&s;olate old Creature's that which comes from my Brothers? <STAGE>A<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to her &s;elf</STAGE> 'Twas nothing but Poverty that forc'd me to do what I did; tho' I knew the Match was &s;carce good in Law, yet I advis'd <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> to't meerly to avoid &s;tarving.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>In good truth, if I ben't mightily out I m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> gue&s;s, and if my Eye-&s;ight don't deceive me, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> my Daughter's Nur&s;e. <STAGE>A&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to her &s;elf.</STAGE> Nor can we as yet&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What had I be&s;t to do i'th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Ca&s;e? <STAGE>A&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters"></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to her &s;elf.</STAGE>&mdash; Find out her Father.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Had I be&s;t go to her, or tarry here, an<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> pick &s;omething out of her Di&s;cour&s;e? <STAGE><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to her &s;elf.</STAGE> If I cou'd find him out, m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> fear wou'd be over</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;he for certain&mdash; I'll go talk to her.</P>
<STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who&s;e Voice is that trow?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nur&s;e <HI>Sophrona!</HI></P>
<P><HI>Soph</HI> And calls me too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look this way a little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>turning.</STAGE> Mercy o' my Soul! Mr. <STAGE><HI>Stilpho</HI> here?</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No. <STAGE>Winking on her.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P>What deny your own Name?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, Nur&s;e, come a little this way from that Door; and not a word more of <HI>Stilpho</HI> <STAGE>Sof<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, Sir: And like your Wor&s;hip, arn't you he you always &s;aid you were?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t, S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t. <STAGE>going from his own Door.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P>What? I hope, Sir, you arn't afraid of this Door.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No; but I've a mad VVoman there in a Cage: and I formerly gave my &s;elf a Nick-name
<PB N="272" REF="156"> for fear &s;ome of you &s;hou'd indi&s;creetly blab it about, and perhaps my Wife &s;hou'd &s;mell a Rat.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P>And troth that's the rea&s;on that we poor Souls cou'd never hear any tale or tidings of ye in Town.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee tell me what bu&s;ine&s;s you had at that Hou&s;e you came out of? And where ha you left your Mi&s;tre&s;&s;es?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P>A-lack-a-day. <STAGE>Sighing.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! What's the Matter? They arn't dead I hope</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Daughter is alive; but the poor crea|t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">e her Mother broke her Heart with grief. <STAGE>Weeps.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's bad News, indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P>But I, a forlorn poor old Woman, married your Daughter as well as I cou'd, to the young Gentleman of that Hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What to <HI>Antipho?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Sir, to him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! Has he got two Wives then? <STAGE>angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;o, I be&s;eech ye? He never married any other but this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's become of her then that went for his Kin&s;woman?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Daughter Sir's the Per&s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>How!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twas only a contrivance of ours, that &s;ince he lov'd her, he might marry her without a Portion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;s me! How often do things fall out by chance, which we have not the heart to wi&s;h for! Upo' my coming home, I've found my Daughter &s;ettled with the Per&s;on I de&s;ired, and ju&s;t as I wi&s;h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d. The very thing my Brother and I aim'd at, this old Woman, without any care of ours, has mo&s;t carefully hit on. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, Sir, you had be&s;t &s;ee what's to be
<PB N="273" REF="156"> done i'th' ca&s;e, the young Gentleman's Fa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="4 letters"> now come home, who, they &s;ay, highl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> the Marriage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting.</STAGE> All's &s;afe enough.&mdash; But i'th' Name of Goodne&s;s, I conjure ye not to let any living Soul know &s;he's mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not from me, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come along, ye &s;hall hear all within.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Ambo.</STAGE>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The End of the Fourth Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT V.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Demipho <HI>and</HI> Geta.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>WE can blame none but our &s;elves, for Knaves thriving in their Kna|very; for we mu&s;t, for&s;ooth, affect to be thought genteel and generous: But we &s;hou'dn't have out-run the Con&s;table, as the &s;aying is. We cou'dn't be content to be cheated by him, but we mu&s;t freely throw the Ra&s;cal a good lump of Money into the Bargain, for him to live on till he can play us &s;uch another Dog-trick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing more certain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now a-days, none are rewarded more than &s;uch Rogues as wou'd per&s;wade ye black's white.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing more &s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>How like a couple of Fools we've manag'd our bu&s;ine&s;s with this Ra&s;cal!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="274" REF="157">Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis manag'd well enough, provided he keeps to his word, and marries her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is there any danger of that now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, Sir, he's &s;uch a wavering &s;ort of a Fellow, that I can't tell but he may recant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil! He recant?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I can't tell, Sir; I only &s;uppo&s;e &s;uch a thing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll do as my Brother wou'd ha' me; &s;tep and bring his Wife to talk with the young Woman.&mdash; Do you, <HI>Geta,</HI> go in and acquaint the Girl of her coming. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Demipho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Geta</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone.</STAGE>
<P>We've Coyn'd Money for Mr. <HI>Phedrie:</HI> The old Gentlemen are as quiet as Lambs: Care is taken that <HI>Phany</HI> &s;han't &s;tir a Foot out of our Hou&s;e for the pre&s;ent.&mdash; ,But what next, Friend <HI>Geta?</HI> What's to be done now?&mdash; Thou'rt as deep in the Dirt as ever; and Tinker-like, in mending one hole ha&s;t made two&mdash; 'Tis true, there's a &s;ound drubbing put off for a day or two longer; but i'faith thou wilt receive it, and with Intere&s;t too, if thou do&s;t not look about thee&mdash; Well, I'll go home and teach <HI>Phany</HI> her Le&s;&s;on, that &s;he mayn't be &s;urpriz'd at <HI>Phormio</HI>'s Behaviour, or <HI>Nau|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">i&s;trata</HI>'s Di&s;cour&s;e. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Geta, <HI>and as he goes off,</HI></STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Demipho <HI>leading in</HI> Nau&s;i&s;trata.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></STAGE>&mdash; Come on then; and pray, Madam, make u&s;e of your fine knack of &s;peaking, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ow, that the Girl may<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">'t think hardly of us, but be brought to do what we'd have her freely and willingly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau.</SPEAKER>
<P>So I will, Brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let your Endeavours be as &s;erviceable to me now, as before your Pur&s;e was.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hould be glad to plea&s;ure ye: But in troth, Brother, 'tis all long of my naughty Man's
<PB N="275" REF="157"> carele&s;ne&s;s that I can't do &s;o hand&s;omly as I wou'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;o pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, in troth he doesn't manage the E&s;tate, my Father left me, worth a Farthing; for he con&s;tantly made nigh Four hundred Pound a Year of his Land.&mdash; Ble&s;s me! to &s;ee the diffe|rence of Men</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nigh Four hundred Pound a Year, &s;ay ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, indeed, when things were at a lower rate by far than now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very &s;trange!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau.</SPEAKER>
<P>You wonder At it I warrant ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>AY, and I can't forbear.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wou'd I had been a Man for his &s;ake, I'd ha' &s;hewn him&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, aY, &s;o you would. <STAGE>Jeeringly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau.</SPEAKER>
<P>How I would have&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting.</STAGE> Spare your &s;elf, good Si&s;ter, to encounter the young Woman; perhaps &s;he'll be too hard for ye at your own Weapon el&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll be ruled by ye:&mdash; But here comes my good Man from your Hou&s;e.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Chremes, <HI>goes up to</HI> Demipho <HI>not &s;eeing his Wife.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ho! Brother, have ye paid away the Mo|ney yet, or no?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I did that pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I wi&s;h you hadn't.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Sees</HI> Nau&s;i&s;trata <HI>and &s;tarts.</HI></STAGE> S'death my VVife! I had like to have &s;aid too much. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy d'ye wi&s;h I hadn't, Brother?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing, all's well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>But hark ye, did ye tell the young VVo|man upon what account your VVife was coming to her?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Every bit on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVell, and what &s;ays &s;he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="276" REF="158">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>She can't be per&s;waded to't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why can't &s;he tho?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e of the Love that is between 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pi&s;h! What's that to us?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>O very much;&mdash; Be&s;ides I've found her to be our real Kin&s;woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>How? Are you mad too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'll find it &s;o as I &s;ay: I don't &s;peak but upon good grounds, pray recollect your &s;elf a little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Certainly you are mad.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Brother <HI>Demipho,</HI> you won't wrong your Kin&s;woman, will ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>She's none of mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Don't &s;ay &s;o; her Father has another Name, and that bred your mi&s;take.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>What? Didn't &s;he know her own Father?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes marry did &s;he.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why didn't he call him&s;elf by his own Name then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will ye never believe, nor under&s;tand me?</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> Demipho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;hou'd I, if you won't tell me&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ll &s;poil all. <STAGE>Winks on him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't imagine what the bu&s;ine&s;s &s;hould be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, nor I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mu&s;t ye needs know all? As I hope for mercy, there's none &s;o nigh a-kin to her as you and I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;s my Soul! Let's all go in together; I'll know &s;omething or nothing of her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold! <HI>Dem.</HI> What's the Matter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have I got &s;o little Credit with you, Brother?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wou'd ye have me credit you without &s;earching any further into the bu&s;ine&s;s?&mdash; Well, be it &s;o then: But how will ye be&s;tow your Friend's Daughter the while?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>She'll do well enough.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mu&s;t we turn her off then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="277" REF="158">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>And keep this Creature here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Si&s;ter, you may go home again if you plea&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth, I think 'tis much the better way to keep her &s;till, than part with her; for when I fir&s;t &s;aw her, &s;he look'd very much like a Gentle|woman. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Nau&s;i&s;trata.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now what's all this bu&s;ine&s;s?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>looking after</HI> Nau&s;i&s;trata.</STAGE> Has &s;he &s;hut to the Door? <STAGE>Fearfully.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wonderful! The be&s;t Luck in the World. I find 'tis my own Daughter that's married to your Son.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! Is't po&s;&s;ible?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is no &s;afe place to tell ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Step into my Hou&s;e then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But hark ye, I wou'dn't have &s;o much as the two Boys know any thing of this. <STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Ambo.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter at another part of the Stage alone.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Antipho</SPEAKER>
<P>Let my own Concerns go as they will, yet 'tis a Comfort to me that Matters go &s;o well with my Cou&s;in. 'Tis a piece of Art for a Man to rule his Appetite &s;o, that a &s;mall Matter &s;hall &s;atisfie him when his Fortune is at the lowe&s;t Ebb. No &s;ooner had my Cou&s;in <HI>Phedrie</HI> receiv'd the Money, but his Cares are over, for my part I know no way to free my &s;elf from mine. If this bu&s;ine&s;s be conceal'd, I &s;hall be always in fear; if di&s;cover'd Infamy will be my reward.&mdash; I cou'dn't ha' the Heart to go home, if I hadn't &s;ome-&s;mall hopes of enjoying my dear <HI>Phanie</HI> &s;till.&mdash; But where &s;hall I meet with <HI>Geta.</HI> to know of him what may be the mo&s;t con|venient time of &s;hewing my &s;elf to my Father?</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Phormio <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> I've receiv'd the Ca&s;h, paid off the Bawd, brought away the Wench, and taken
<PB N="278" REF="159"> care that <HI>Phedrie</HI> &s;hou'd now enjoy her as his own; &s;ince &s;he's now out of her Slavery.&mdash; I've one thing &s;till in hand which mu&s;t be di&s;patch'd, that is, To get leave of the&s;e old Curmudgeons to go and tope it a little, for I've cut out a few odd days for my own diver&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look, here's <HI>Phormio.</HI>&mdash; What &s;ay'&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat's my Cou&s;in <HI>Phedrie</HI> about? Does he pretend to play the Epicure in Love?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's going in his turn to act your part now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, what part?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Of keeping out of his old Daddy's clutch|es, and he begs you'd act his, and plead his Cau&s;e for him; for he and I are to &s;ing <HI>Old Ro&s;e</HI> together.&mdash; I am going to tell the old Gentlemen, that I am bound for <HI>Sunio</HI>-Fair, to buy the little Slave <HI>Geta</HI> told 'em of. That &s;o when they &s;ee I'm not in Town, they mayn't imagine I make their Mo|ney fly.&mdash; But your Door goes there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee &s;ee who comes out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis <HI>Geta.</HI></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Geta <HI>from</HI> Demipho'<HI>s in great ha&s;te, with a Cloak in his Hand.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Thou ble&s;&s;ed, ble&s;&s;ed Fortune, how much is my Ma&s;ter <HI>Antipho</HI> oblig'd to thee for this Day's VVork.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Phormio.</STAGE> VVhat does the Fellow mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> And out of how many cold Fits ha&s;t thou freed us that are his Friends?&mdash; But why do I loyter? And not clap on my Cloak? VVhy don't I run to find him out, and let him know how things have happen'd? <STAGE>Puts on his &s;hort Cloak and &s;truts about.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"></SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">'ye under&s;tand what he &s;ays?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not a word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor I neither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="279" REF="159">
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> I'll go to old <HI>Dorio</HI>'s, for there to be &s;ure they are. <STAGE>Going off.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Soho, <HI>Geta!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Soho, to you too.&mdash; 'Tisn't &s;trange nor new for a Man o'my quality to be interrupted i'th' middle of his Journey.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy, <HI>Geta!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith he keeps his pace for all that. Your Impertinence &s;hall never bring me back.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVon't ye &s;tay then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah you &s;hall be kick<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d&mdash; Some &s;awcy Scullion or other that calls me thus. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall be &s;erv'd the &s;ame &s;awce, if ye don't &s;tay, ye Dog.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>This mu&s;t be one that knows me very well, that is &s;o free of his Compliments. <STAGE>Turning about]</STAGE> But isn't it he I want?&mdash; 'Tis he.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Antipho.</STAGE> Step up to him pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>goes to</HI> Geta.</STAGE> VVhat's the News with you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, Sir! The happie&s;t Man this day alive! without doubt you are the Darling of the Skies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>So I would be, and would have ye give me &s;ome rea&s;on to believe &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Isn't it enough if I plunge ye over Head and Ears in Joy?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>You kill me with Impertinence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hang your Preambles, and &s;ay what you've to &s;ay quickly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh!&mdash; Art thou here, old Rock?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes; But why this fooling?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ob&s;erve then; Hem <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">hem!&mdash; As &s;oon<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> as we gave you the Money at the <HI>Piazza,</HI> we went &s;trait home. <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Phormio.</STAGE>&mdash; In the way home my Ma&s;ter &s;ent me to your Lady. <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Antipho.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>For what?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, there I leave ye<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> That's nothing to our bu&s;ine&s;s, Sir,&mdash; Ju&s;t as I was going int<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ner
<PB N="280" REF="160"> Apartment, her Boy <HI>Mida</HI> runs up to me, catches me hold by the Cloak, and pulls me back. I turn|ed about, and ask'd him what he meant; he told me no body mu&s;t come nigh his Mi&s;tri&s;s; that <HI>So|phrona</HI> ju&s;t now brought Mr. <HI>Demipho</HI>'s Brother, Mr. <HI>Chremes;</HI> and that there they were all together. At that word, I &s;teals me up to the Door a Tip|toe, I went and &s;tood clo&s;e up to't, held my Breath, laid my Ear to the Key-hole, and very attentively li&s;ten'd to their Di&s;cour&s;e, thus.</P>
<STAGE>Shewing how.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>O brave <HI>Geta!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>There did I hear the plea&s;ante&s;t Story in the World, that before <HI>George</HI> I cou'd hardly forbear huzzaing there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>For what?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>For what d'ye think?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't gue&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;uch a prodigious wonderful Pa&s;&s;age too.&mdash; 'Slid, your Uncle is found to be your Spou&s;e's own Father.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! What's that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>He had formerly &s;ome private Acquain|tance with her Mother at <HI>Lemno.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Meer Dreams! How came &s;he not to know her own Father then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may &s;uppo&s;e there was a Rea&s;on for that: But d'ye think I that was without Doors, cou'd under&s;tand ev'ry word that was &s;poke within?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith now I think on't, there was &s;ome &s;uch flying Report.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll give ye &s;ome further Proof.&mdash; Whil&s;t I &s;tood li&s;t'ning, out goes your Uncle, and pre|&s;ently after brought your Father in along with him; and bo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> &s;aid you might keep her and welcome, In &s;hort, they've &s;ent me to look for ye, and bring ye to em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>throws his Arms about</HI> Geta'<HI>s Neck.</HI></STAGE> Ble&s;s
<PB N="281" REF="160"> my Soul! away with me in a moment:&mdash; Are ye mad to &s;tay?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Get.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll do't, as I'm a living Man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear Rogue, <HI>Phormio,</HI> farewel.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Adieu, adieu, Sir.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Gera <HI>carrying off</HI> Antipho.</STAGE></P>
<P>Phormio <HI>alone.</HI></P>
<P>Let me die, if this be'nt a lucky hit. I am glad with all my Heart they've met with &s;uch good Fortune, and &s;o unexpectedly too. Faith now I've an excellent opportunity of bubbling both the old Fellows, and of taking the Money-care off <HI>Phe|drie</HI>'s hands: So that he needn't be beholding to any of his Friends for't: For the &s;ame Money I &s;queezed from the&s;e old Gripes, &s;hall go for <HI>Phe|drie</HI>'s u&s;e: And e'gad I've found out a way will do it effectually: I mu&s;t get me a new &s;tately Gate, and a fine &s;et Countenance.&mdash; But I'll &s;tep into the next blind Alley, and pop out upon 'em as &s;oon as they appear; for now I'm not for <HI>Sunio</HI>-Fair, as I pretended.</P>
<STAGE>He retires to one &s;ide of the Stage.</STAGE>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Demipho <HI>and</HI> Chremes.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE> I ble&s;s my Stars with all my heart, for the good Luck my bu&s;ine&s;s has met with.&mdash; But let us make what ha&s;te we can to <HI>Phormio,</HI> that we may recover our Money, before he makes it all go to wreck.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>comes from his covert, &s;peaks to him&s;elf, meets</HI> Demipho, <HI>then &s;tarts</HI></STAGE> I'll go and &s;ee whether Mr. <HI>Demipho</HI> be at home, that I may&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>We were coming to you, Mr. <HI>Phormio.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Upo'th'old bu&s;ine&s;s I warrant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, truly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>So I thought; but what need of that? A good Je&s;t in troth. What, were ye afraid I &s;hou'd not &s;tand to what I &s;aid? Hark ye, Gentlemen,
<PB N="282" REF="161"> tho I am but a poor Fellow, I always took care to be a Man of my Word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Demipho.</STAGE> Isn't &s;he a well-bred Girl as I told ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, indeed</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>For that rea&s;on I'm come on purpo&s;e to tell ye, Sir, that I am ready, and you may give her away as &s;oon as you plea&s;e; for I've thrown off all my other bu&s;ine&s;s, as 'twas <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ea&s;or&punc; I &s;hould, when I &s;aw that you (Gentlemen) were &s;o eager upon this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>But my Brother here advi&s;es me to the contrary: <HI>For</HI> (&s;ays he) <HI>by doing this you'll become the common Town-talk; when you might ha' put her away with &s;ome Credit, then you wou'dn't: And 'twou'd be a Scandal to turn her off now &s;he's married to your Son.</HI> In fine, he u&s;ed almo&s;t the &s;ame Rea|&s;ons, you urg'd ju&s;t now, again&s;t me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry come up, how merry you are upon me!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;o quoth a? Why now I can never marry the t'other. With what Face, think ye, can I go again to her I ju&s;t now &s;o bafely turn'd off?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>a&s;ide to</HI> Demipho</STAGE> Tell him you find that <HI>Antipho</HI> won't endure to part with her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;ides I find that <HI>Antipho</HI> won't endure to part with her.&mdash; Therefore, good <HI>Phormio,</HI> let me de&s;ire ye to &s;tep to the Bankers, and order the Money to be paid me back again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>What? When I've ju&s;t paid it away to my Creditors?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>a&s;ide to</HI> Chremes.</STAGE> What &s;hall we do now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you'll let me have the Woman accord|ing to promi&s;e, &s;o be it; if you de&s;ign to keep her Per&s;on, I'll keep her Portion, Mr. <HI>Demipho:</HI> For there's no rea&s;on I &s;hou'd be fobb'd by ye for your plea&s;ure only, &s;ince to &s;ave your Credit I
<PB N="283" REF="161"> threw off another that would have had as good a Portion to a Farthing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Old-Nick take thee with thy Rhodomon|tades for a Rogue as thou art; I warrant, you think I don't know you or your damn'd Tricks either.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>This puts me beyond all patience.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, would you marry her if &s;he were proffer'd to ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Try me, try me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>That &s;o my Son might Bed and Board with her at your Hou&s;e: Was that your Plot?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! What's that you &s;a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ay, give me my Money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I &s;ay, give me my VVife.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come before a Ju&s;tice of Peace, Sirrah,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Ju&s;tice of Peace? Nay, if you be there|abouts, I'll&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat will ye do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVho I, Sir? I warrant you &s;uppo&s;e I've none but Portionle&s;s Clients; but I'll have ye to know, I've tho&s;e with Portions too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat's that to us?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing, Sir; only I know one of them in this Town, who&s;e Husband had&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat's the matter now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Another VVife at <HI>Lemno.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am dead.&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; By whom he had a Daughter, which he brought up and no body e'r the wi&s;er.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am buried. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll ju&s;t now go and acquaint the Gentle|woman with the long and the &s;hort on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>holding him.</STAGE> Pray now don't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, ha, Sir! Are you the Party con|cern'd?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="284" REF="162">Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>How ba&s;ely the Rogue plays upon us? <STAGE>a&s;ide</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, we'll di&s;charge ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Meer Flams.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What wou'd ye have more? I tell ye we'll forgive ye the Money you've got of ours. <STAGE>Softly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hear ye.&mdash; What a plague d'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e play Childrens play with me? I wont, I will; I will and I won't again; Give, take; 'tis &s;aid and un|&s;aid, done and undone again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>By what means? Or how the duce came he to know this? <STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> Demipho.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE>Demipho <HI>and</HI> Chremes <HI>walk on one &s;ide.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't imagine; for I am certain I never told any living Soul of it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's Witchcraft in't, I'll be &s;worn, el&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I've given them a Bone to pick. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ide to</HI> Chremes.</STAGE> S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">bud, &s;hall this Ra&s;cal carry off &s;uch a round Sum of Money, and abu&s;e us to the very Face too? By Heavens he &s;hall have my Heart for his Supper as &s;oon. Come pluck up a good Heart, Brother, and play the Man; you &s;ee your failing has taken Air, and 'tis impo&s;&s;ible to keep it from your Wife now: Since &s;he mu&s;t know it from others, 'tis the be&s;t way for quiet|ne&s;s &s;ake to tell her of it our &s;elves; then we may worry this dirty Ra&s;cal as we plea&s;e. <STAGE><HI>They move nigher to</HI> Phormio.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>O lamentable! If I don't look about me I &s;hall be trepann'd, as &s;ure as a Gun. They make towards me like a couple of Bullies to hector me. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>a&s;ide to</HI> Demipho.</STAGE> But I'm afraid &s;he'll ne'r be reconcil'd to me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>a&s;ide to</HI> Chremes</STAGE> Take heart Man, I'll certainly make up the bu&s;ine&s;s: You may tru&s;t to that, Brother, &s;ince the Woman you had this Daughter by is dead, and gone out of the way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="285" REF="162">Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is this your dealings, Gentlemen? You come upon me very cunningly methinks: But in troth, Mr. <HI>Demipho,</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ou've done your Brother but little good by provoking me thus.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Chremes</STAGE> And you, Sir, after you've taken your &s;winge be|yond Sea, and &s;hewed no regard to a Lady of Quality, but offer'd her the mo&s;t &s;en&s;ible Affronts; d'ye think by whining and praying to expiate <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">our Fault? No, with this Story I'll rai&s;e her in &s;uch Flames, that tho' you di&s;&s;olv'd into Tears, yet you &s;hou'dn't be able to quen<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">h 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Plagues and Fu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ies &s;eize the Rogue, and ca&s;t him into the deepe&s;t Pit of Hell! Was there ever &s;uch an impudent Dog upon the Face of the Earth? Doesn't this R<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">gue de&s;erve to be tran|&s;ported at the publick Charge to &s;ome De&s;art I&s;land?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>He has got me &s;o upon the hank, that I know not what cour&s;e to take with him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I've found a way: Let's have him before a Ju&s;tice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Before a Ju&s;tice? Ay, the She-Ju&s;tice of this Hou&s;e then. <STAGE><HI>It going towards</HI> Chremes<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"><HI>s.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Follow him and hold him fa&s;t, till I call my Servants out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>holding him</STAGE> I amn't able to hold him: Come and help me. <STAGE>Here they both hold him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll clap an Action upon your back, Mr. <HI>De|mipho. Dem.</HI> Do't then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>And another upon yours, Mr. <HI>Chremes.</HI></P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter a Servant or two from</HI> Demipho'<HI>s.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to the Servants.</STAGE> Here, take away this Ra&s;cal. <STAGE><HI>Here the Servants lay hold of</HI> Phormio, <HI>he &s;cuffles with them, throws down</HI> De|mipho <HI>that comes to a&s;&s;i&s;t them, but at la&s;t is over-power'd.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are ye at that Sport? Nay then 'tis time to cry out; <HI>Nau&s;i&s;trata,</HI> come hither a little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="286" REF="163">Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gag the Villain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>panting.</STAGE> What&mdash; a confounded &s;trong Dog he&mdash; is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>aloud.</STAGE> <HI>Nau&s;i&s;trata,</HI> I &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Won't ye hold your Tongue, Sirrah?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Plague! I hold my Tongue?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to the Servants.</STAGE> If he won't go along free|ly give him a punch i'th' Guts</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or &s;cratch my Eyes out; I've a way to be reveng'd for all that.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Nau&s;i&s;trata: <HI>The Servants unhand</HI></STAGE></P>
<P>Phormio: Chremes <HI>looks very &s;imply.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who calls me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Zookers! <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Husband, what di&s;turbance is this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! What is your Mouth &s;topp'd now?</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>To</HI> Chremes.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Fellow's this? VVon't ye tell me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>He tell ye, Madam? I'faith his Head is &s;o giddy, he can't tell where he is him&s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Duck! Don't believe one word he &s;ays.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do but go and feel him, Madam; and hang me if he ben't as cold as a Stone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>That &s;ignifies nothing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What then? What does the Fellow talk of?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tell ye, Madam, pray mind me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are ye re&s;olv'd to believe him, Duck?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee what can I believe, he has told me nothing yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>The poor Man's fear has put him out of his Wits.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>In troth this can't be for nothing that you &s;hould be in &s;uch a fright.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who I in a fright?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pher.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, for certain; for if you ben't, and if
<PB N="287" REF="163"> this I'm going to tell, is of no con&s;equence, pray tell it y<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> &s;elf, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Y<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">a&s;cal, &s;hal<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> he tell it to humour you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh you do ra<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ely in taking your Bro|ther's part</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, Husband, won't ye tell me the Bu&s;ine&s;s then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>faultring.</STAGE> Po&mdash; but&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, what <HI>But?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's no oc<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">on for't&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not for you, perhaps; but for her there is.&mdash; At <HI>Lemno.&mdash; </HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! what &s;ays he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dog be &s;ilent</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Without your knowledge&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Undone <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; He marry'd a Wife. <STAGE>Chremes <HI>looks</HI></STAGE></P>
<P><HI>upon the Ground.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who, my Husband? Heavens forbid that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>O'my Soul 'tis all true.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas-a-day I am utterly ruin'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>And there he got a Daughter by her, which you never dreamt of.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P>What will become of me now? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Heavens! Ba&s;e and treacherou<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> this. <STAGE>Weeps.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis as I &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Was there ever &s;uch an unworthy Action heard of? When they come to their Wives, they pretend <HI>they are old,</HI> for&s;ooth&mdash; <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> addre&s;s my &s;elf to you, Brother, for I am <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> to &s;peak to him. VVas it for this he we<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> &s;o oft, and &s;tay'd &s;o long at <HI>Lemno?</HI> Was this <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters"> low Price of Corn that made our Rents f<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">l?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed, Si&s;ter, I own he was in &s;ome fault, but yet 'tis a venial one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="288" REF="164">Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>He preaches to the Wind. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>It wasn't out of Contempt or Aver&s;ion to you he did this. About fifteen years ago, he, in his Drink, had to do with this Woman, and had this Daughter by her, but ne'r touch'd her &s;ince; &s;he's now dead, and gone out of the way, who was your only grievance. Therefore, good Si&s;ter, take it patiently, as you us'd to do other things.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take it patiently? No: I had rather part from him for ever: For what can I hope for now? Can I expect Age will teach him better things? If that would ha' don't, he was old enough then: Or is my Age and Beauty like to plea&s;e him more than formerly? What rea&s;on can ye give to make me to look, or hope for his amendment?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide</STAGE> Ha&mdash; ha&mdash; ha&mdash; Here's a ca&s;t of my Office&mdash; If any one has a mind to come to <HI>Chremes</HI>'s Funeral, now is the time. Now let any Man provoke my Honour that dares, I'll &s;erve him the &s;ame &s;awce I'll warrant him.&mdash; Let him be Friends with me now as &s;oon as he plea&s;e: I've &s;wing'd him off &s;ufficiently for once; and &s;he has wherewithal to hit him i'th' Teeth as long as he has an hour to live.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>&s;cornfully.</STAGE> I warrant ye, I de&s;erv'd all this.&mdash; But, Brother, what need have I to reckon up how Faithful I've been to him in every thing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm &s;atisfy'd in that as well as you your &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye really think I de&s;erv'd this ill u&s;age at his hands?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not i'th' lea&s;t&mdash; But &s;ince all your Complaints can't undo what's already done, for|get and forgive: He begs your pardon, owns his Fault, and promi&s;es amends. What can ye de&s;ire more?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="289" REF="164">Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> But i'faith before the Pardon's &s;eal'd there mu&s;t be a Provi&s;o or two made for my &s;elf and Mr. <HI>Phedrie.</HI>&mdash; Hark ye, Madam, let me put in a word before you an&s;wer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's hear it then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I cokes'd your Husband out of Three&s;core and Fifteen Pounds, which I gave to your Son to buy a Sweet-heart of his of an old Pandar.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>ha&s;tily.</STAGE> Hah! How's that?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>interrupting.</STAGE> Is it &s;uch a &s;trange think for your Son in his youthful days to keep one Mi&s;tre&s;s, when you aren't a&s;hamed to have two Wives? With what Face can ye reprimand him? An&s;wer me that pray.</P>
<P><STAGE>Chremes <HI>draws back and looks &s;illily.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;hall be ruled by you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well! that you may know my mind plain|ly, I'll neither pardon him, promi&s;e him any thing, nor give him any An&s;wer till I &s;ee my Son, to who&s;e determination I refer all; and &s;hall do what he orders.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>You've done very di&s;creetly, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Phormio.</STAGE> Will that &s;atisfie you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes indeed, Madam, I am come off rarely and beyond expectation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, hone&s;t Man, what may I call your Name.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mine, Madam? 'Tis <HI>Phormio,</HI> your whole Family's humble Servant, and e&s;pecially Mr <HI>Phe|drie</HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hone&s;t <HI>Phormio!</HI> VVhatever kindne&s;s I can do thee, and thou de&s;ire&s;t, be't in Word or Deed I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">il do it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>You honour me too much, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth 'tis no more than your de&s;erve.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fir&s;t then, Madam, will ye do &s;omething that will plea&s;ure, me and fret your Husband.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="290" REF="165">Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my Heart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you plea&s;e invite me to Supper then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith come and welcome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dem.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's go in then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nau&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Agreed,&mdash; But where's <HI>Phedrie</HI> our Re|feree all this while?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope he'll be here anon.&mdash;</P>
<P><HI>To the Spectators.</HI></P>
<P>Gentlemen,</P>
<P>Fare ye well, and clap.</P>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>The End of the Tricks of Phormio.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="165">
<P>THE <HI>Mother-in-Law.</HI></P>
<P>A COMEDY, Acted at the <HI>Roman</HI> Sports, WHEN <HI>S. Julius Cae&s;ar,</HI> and <HI>Cn. Cornelius Dolabella,</HI> were <HI>Curule Edil's,</HI></P>
<P>At that time it was not Acted quite through.</P>
<P><HI>Flaccus</HI> made free by <HI>Claudius,</HI> Com|pos'd the Mu&s;ick, which was perform'd upon two Equal FLUTES.</P>
<P>It was taken wholly from the <HI>Greek</HI> of <HI>Apollodorus.</HI></P>
<P>Acted fir&s;t under the Con&s;ul&s;hip of <HI>Cn. Octavius</HI> and <HI>T. Manlius.</HI></P>
<P>It was Acted a &s;econd time at a Funeral Solemnity.</P>
<P>Acted a third time, when <HI>Q. Fulvius,</HI> and <HI>L. Murcie,</HI> were <HI>Curule Edil</HI>'s.</P>
<P><HI>A. &V;. C.</HI> 588. Before Chri&s;t 155.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="166">
<HEAD>Dramatis Per&s;onae.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<HEAD>MEN.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Laches, <HI>An old Gentleman of</HI> Athens; <HI>very hone&s;t and true hearted, lately retired into the Country.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Phidippus <HI>Another old Citizen of</HI> Athens; <HI>his Neighbour and Friend, indulgent to his Family, but &s;omewhat Angry when &s;tirred.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Pamphilus, Laches'<HI>s Son; a very gentile, civil, obliging, good natured young Gentleman, and a great Re&s;pecter of his Parents, tho formerly &s;ome|what debauched.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Parmeno, <HI>Servant to</HI> Pamphilus, <HI>and his Confident; a tru&s;ty, merry, inqui&s;itive Fellow.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Socia, <HI>Another Servant of</HI> Phamphilus<HI>'s.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>WOMEN.</HEAD>
<ITEM>So&s;trata, <HI>The Mother in-law; Wife to</HI> Laches, <HI>a &s;ub|mi&s;&s;ive, peaceable, kind old Gentlewoman</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Myrrhina, <HI>Wife to</HI> Phidippus; <HI>ea&s;ie, gentle, and fearful.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Bacchis, <HI>A noted Courte&s;an, formerly Mi&s;s to</HI> Pamphi|lus; <HI>very hone&s;t and generous con&s;idering her Circum&s;tances.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Philotis, <HI>Another Courte&s;an; of a merry, gentle, &s;weet, Nature.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Syra, <HI>An old Woman of the &s;ame &s;tamp, peevi&s;h, revengeful, and ill natur'd.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>MUTES.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Philumena, <HI>Wife to</HI> Pamphilus, <HI>and Daughter to</HI> Phidippus.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Scirtus, <HI>A Boy of</HI> Laches<HI>'s.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>The Nur&s;e.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Two Servants to</HI> Bacchis.</ITEM>
</LIST>
<P><HI>Scene,</HI> ATHENS.</P>
<P>TIME, <HI>about Six or Seven Hours.</HI></P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB N="293" REF="166">
<HEAD>THE <HI>Mother-in-Law.</HI></HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT I.</HEAD>
<OPENER>SCENE, <HI>The Street, before</HI> Phi|dippus <HI>and</HI> Laches'<HI>s Door.</HI> TIME, <HI>The Forenoon</HI></OPENER>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Philotis <HI>and</HI> Syra.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'Faith, old <HI>Syra,</HI> there's not one in forty of the&s;e young Fellows that keeps touch with a Mi&s;tre&s;s&mdash; Why here's Mr. <HI>Pamphilus</HI> now, how many thou&s;and Oaths has he &s;worn to <HI>Bacchis</HI> (and &s;olemnly too, that one cou'dn't but believe him) that he'd never marry while &s;he lived. Very good, yet my Gentleman's marryed for all that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>For that Rea&s;on, Girl, let me advi&s;e and conjure you as a Friend to pity none of the Sex; but fleece em maul 'em, pick the very Bones of every Creature of em, that you get in your Clu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">|ches.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="294" REF="167">Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>What all without exception? <STAGE>Sighing.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay ev'ry Mothers Son of em.&mdash; Take this from an old Woman, that there's none of the&s;e Sparks that are &s;o &s;weet upon ye, that has any other de&s;ign than to have his will of ye, at as cheap a rate as he can. And prithee Child, &s;hou'dn't thou in ju&s;tice countermine 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>But to &s;erve all alike is too cruel, I vow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Cruel to be reveng'd of ones Enemies? Or to take Cheats in their own Traps? Ah! what pity 'tis, that I had not that Youth and Beauty of yours, or you tho&s;e Sentiments of the&s;e Matters that I have.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Parmeno <HI>at a di&s;tance,</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Scirtus <HI>within</HI></STAGE> If the old Gentleman ask for me, tell him I'm ju&s;t gone to the Water-&s;ide, to enquire when Mr. <HI>Pamphilus</HI> comes home&mdash; D'ye hear, Boy? If he asks for me, you may tell him &s;o; if not &s;ay nothing; then this Excu&s;e will keep cold for another time.&mdash; <STAGE>He comes from the Door.</STAGE> But is that <HI>Philly</HI> there?&mdash; Whence comes &s;he, I wonder?&mdash; <STAGE>Goes up to 'em.</STAGE> <HI>Phi|lotis,</HI> I'm heartily glad to &s;ee ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I you, hone&s;t <HI>Parmeno.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gods-buddikins, <HI>Parmeno,</HI> how do&s;t thou do my Lad?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Uds fi&s;h, Grannum, how do&s;t thou? <HI>Ex.</HI> Syra. But prithee, Mrs. <HI>Philly,</HI> where ha' you been divert+ing your &s;elf this live-long while?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>But little diver&s;ion, Heaven knows; e're &s;ince I march'd off with the Captain to <HI>Corinth,</HI> the meere&s;t Brute upon Earth, where I led a very Dog's Life for two whole Years together.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay faith! I warrant ye, you often &s;ighed for old <HI>Athens</HI> agen, and cou'd ha' wi&s;hed your &s;elf hang'd for undertaking the Journey.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis impo&s;&s;ible to tell ye how eager I was to come home to get clear of my Spark, and to &s;ee
<PB N="295" REF="167"> ye all once more; where I might ha' free liberty to enjoy my Friends and Merry-meetings as former|ly. For there I cou'dn't utter a Word but what was &s;haped out by that ra&s;cally Captain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>That &s;ame cutting ye &s;hort of your tattle, I fancy, mu&s;t needs go again&s;t the grain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well: But what a bu&s;ine&s;s is this that <HI>Bac|chis</HI> has been telling o' me within? I could ne're have imagin'd <HI>Pamphilus</HI> could ha' found in his heart to marry as long as &s;he liv'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry quoth a? <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hey-day! Why isn't he married.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Married indeed: But I have a conceit this Marriage won't hold long.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Heavens it may not, if it be to <HI>Bas|chis's</HI> Advantage.&mdash; But how &s;hall I be certain of it? Good Boy, &s;atisfie me in that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tisn't a thing to be asked: Therefore pray don't be &s;o inqui&s;itive.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>You're afraid, I warrant, that I &s;hould blaze it abroad: But let me peri&s;h if I ask ye upon any &s;uch de&s;ign, but only for my own private Sa|tisfaction.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>All your fine Wheadling &s;hall ne're per&s;wade me to tru&s;t my Back to your Di&s;cretion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well don't then, who cares? As if now you had not much more mind to tell me, than I to know. <STAGE>In a jaunting way.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide,</STAGE> E'dad &s;he's i'th' right on t: Se has hit upo' my greate&s;t Weakne&s;s&mdash; Well, Madam, promi&s;e Secrecy upon your Honour, and I ll tell ye<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>So: Now you're come to your &s;elf again.&mdash; Upon my Honor then: away with't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mind me then. <HI>Phil.</HI> Well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mr. <HI>Pamphilus</HI> was i'th' very height of his Pa&s;&s;ion for Mrs. <HI>Bacchis,</HI> when his Father began to
<PB N="296" REF="168"> be earne&s;t with him to marry. He alledged the u&s;ual Arguments of all Fathers in the like Ca&s;e, namely, <HI>That he was an old Man, had no Child but him, and de&s;ired that he might not be de&s;titute of a Support in his old Age.</HI> At fir&s;t he rejects the Propo|&s;al; but when his Father came to pre&s;s on the Bu|&s;ine&s;s more zealou&s;ly than ordinary, he was brought to &s;uch &s;traits that he cou'dn't tell which to prefer either Love or Duty. At la&s;t the old Man by bait|ing and teazing his Son's Heart out, &s;crewed him up to his Pitch, and got him made &s;ure to his next Neighbours Daughter. <HI>Pamphilus</HI> didn't take it in &s;uch dudgeon till his wedding-day came on; but when he &s;aw all things ready; and without more ado, marry he mu&s;t; he laid it &s;o much to heart, that I'm per&s;waded if <HI>Bacchis</HI> her &s;elf had &s;een him in that plight, &s;he cou'dn't but have pitied him. For whene're he had any &s;pare time of being by him&s;elf, he'd call me a&s;ide to him and cry, <HI>Ah,</HI> Par|meno, <HI>I m a lo&s;t Man What have I done? What a di&s;mal Condition have I brought my &s;elf into? I an't able to bear the weight of it: Oh, 'twill break my Heart.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil and his Damm take this <HI>Laches</HI> for a baiting old Cur.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>To cut &s;hort o' my Story, the Bride was brought home: The fir&s;t Night he did not touch her: and the following was the &s;ame.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Duce take ye: what, a young Fel|low to have his Bride in Bed with him on the wed|ding-night, and pretty tip&s;ie too, I warrant ye, and not&mdash; A likely bu&s;ine&s;s introth: Come, this &s;ounds like a Lye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know you can't tell how to beleive me, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> cau&s;e none comes to you, but he comes &s;harp &s;et: But alas, our young Gentleman had no Stomach at all to his woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="297" REF="168">Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, but what then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>A few days after, he takes me privately a&s;ide, and tells me, <HI>She was as good a Maid as ever for all him; and that before he marry'd, he hop d a Wi&s;e might ha' gone down pretty well; but now</HI> (&s;aid he) <HI>I m re&s;olv'd to part with her e're long. Twould be a bu&s;ene&s;s in me, and much to the prejudice of the poor Gentlewoman to abu&s;e her &s;o, as not to return her to her Friends, as I receiv'd her.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>T was done like a Man of Principles and Mode&s;ty.</P>
<P>Par. <HI>But then</HI> (continued he) <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">wont be &s;afe to publi&s;h my Intentions: and for me to &s;end her back to her Father, and have nothing to &s;ay again&s;t her, wou'd be too peremptory. All my hope is, when &s;he finds there's no living together, that &s;he'll be gone of her own accord.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>But all this while did he continue his Vi&s;its to <HI>Bacchis.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>As con&s;tantly as the day came about: But (as 'tis u&s;ual for Women) when &s;he &s;aw him ano|thers, &s;he became more peevi&s;h and pretending than formerly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>I faith, and well &s;he might.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>And this indeed was the chief cau&s;e of their parting. For by this time he had recollected him|&s;elf, and &s;eriou&s;ly con&s;idered his Mi&s;tre&s;s's Temper and his Wife's; and well compared their Behavi|ours together. His Wife, he found, was a &s;weet|natured Gentlewoman; vertuous and mode&s;t, patient under the Affronts and Incivilites of a Hus|band, and willing to wink at his Faults. So that partly touched with remor&s;e for his u&s;age of his Wife, and partly tired with the in&s;olence of his Whore; at la&s;t he gave <HI>Bacchis</HI> the &s;lip, and &s;ettled his Affections upon this woman, who&s;e Homour he found &s;o agreeable to his own.&mdash; Mean time,
<PB N="298" REF="169"> an old Kin&s;man of our Ma&s;ter dies at <HI>Imbros,</HI> and made him his Heir; and upon this unwilling Er|rand is our Love-&s;ick <HI>Pamphilus</HI> po&s;ted away by his Father. He leaves his Lady with his Mother; for the old Gentleman lives retired in the Country, and &s;eldom vi&s;its the Town.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>But where's this Flaw in the Match all the while?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm going to tell ye: At fir&s;t, for a few days or &s;o, the Mother, and the Daughter-in-law agreed mighty well together. When all on a &s;udden the young woman began to hate the old one mo&s;t mortally, without any Quarrel or Complaint on ei|ther &s;ide.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>How came it about then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>If at any time my old Lady <HI>So&s;trata</HI> came to have a little Chat with her, &s;he'd pre&s;ently avoid the Room, and fly the Sight of her: But when &s;he could away with her Company no longer, &s;he pre|tends her Mother had &s;ent for her upon &s;ome bu&s;i|ne&s;s of Devotion; and away &s;he goes. After &s;he had been there a while, my Lady &s;ends and de&s;ires her Company at home, &s;he only returns her a lame excu&s;e of I know not what. She &s;ends a &s;econd time, but no Gentlewoman comes: At la&s;t after many Me&s;&s;ages they pretend &s;he is &s;ick. Upo' this, any Lady &s;teps over her &s;elf, to give her a Vi&s;it, but no admittance could be got. When this came to my old Ma&s;ter's Ears, ye&s;terday he came out of the Country upo'this very account, and di&s;cour&s;es her Fa|ther about it. I can't learn as yet what pa&s;s'd between them? but I'm in a peck of troubles to know what will come on't&mdash; Now you've the long and the &s;hort o' my Story.&mdash; I mu&s;t away to the place I de&s;ign'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;o mu&s;t I too: For I've made an A&s;&s;ig|nation with a Country Squire much about this time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="299" REF="169">Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll throw an old Shoe after ye, and wi&s;h ye good Luck.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>Farewel <HI>Parmeno.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>And farewel to thee, my little <HI>Philly.</HI></P>
<STAGE>Exeunt &s;everally.</STAGE>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The End of the Fir&s;t Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT II.</HEAD>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Laches <HI>and</HI> So&s;trata <HI>after him.</HI></STAGE></P>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE> BLe&s;s my Soul! What a Strain's this? what a confounded Con|&s;piracy is this? That all Women &s;hou'd take the &s;ame Bya&s;s, and do or not do every thing by con|&s;ent? when did you &s;ee a Mother-in-Law that did not hate her Daughter-in-Law? Their Endeavours to oppo&s;e their Husbands are the &s;ame, and their cro&s;s-grain'd Stubborne&s;s the &s;ame. I faney they were all train'd up for Mi&s;chief in the &s;ame School, of which damn'd place of Education (if there be any &s;uch) I'll be &s;worn my Dame is the Mi&s;tre&s;s.</P>
<STAGE>Walks about in a huff.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soft.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is a hard Ca&s;e, that I &s;hou'd be accu&s;ed of a bu&s;ine&s;s that I know nothing of?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>You know nothing of this then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soft.</SPEAKER>
<P>As I hope for merc<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, I don't: And as I hope (my dear <HI>Laches!)</HI> we may live long toge|ther.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heavens forbid that, &s;ay I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soft.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I'm wrongfully accus'd, time will di&s;cover.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="300" REF="170">Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>jeering.</STAGE> Yes, yes; you are wrongfully accus'd.&mdash; Can Words be ill enough to &s;et ye out in your proper Colours? You that have di&s;graced me, your &s;elf and our Family, and are laying in &s;ufficient Matter to torment your Son? Then you've provok'd our new Friends and Relations to hate us, tho&s;e who were pleas'd to honour our Son with their Alliance: And you for&s;ooth mu&s;t &s;tart up, and confound all, by your ill-condition'd Humors.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soft.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who I?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Woman, I &s;ay you: Why you take me &s;urely for a Block and not a Man. Think ye becau&s;e I'm retir'd into the Country, that I know nothing of your Pranks and Tran&s;actions here in Town? But let me tell ye, I know much better what's done here than at the place of my own re&s;idence; and that becau&s;e my Reputation abroad depends upon your Behaviour at home. I heard indeed long ago that <HI>Philumena</HI> could not endure ye, and made no wonder on't; twould ha' been a greater Miracle if &s;he cou'd: But I little thought &s;he cou'dn't have endur'd the whole Family upo' your account; had <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">been aware of that, &s;he &s;hould have &s;taid, and you packed off i'faith.&mdash; Pray &s;ee, Wife, what &s;mall rra&s;on ye have to vex me thus. I retired into the Country, gave way to ye, afforded ye enough for your Nece&s;&s;ities, and your Plea&s;ures too; and that my E&s;tate might the better bear it, I've wea|ry'd and toil'd my &s;elf more than's convenient for my Age; and cou'dn't ye after all this have took care that nothing di&s;turb'd my repo&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soft.</SPEAKER>
<P>By all that's good, what has happen'd was not through my means or fault.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>No? Yes, but 'twas: For you're &s;ele Mi&s;tre&s;s here. and you're only to be blamed: Sure you might ha' looked after things in your own Hou&s;e &s;ince I've taken all other Cares off your hands. An
<PB N="301" REF="170"> old Woman to &s;tand &s;quabbling with a Girl? Fie, fie!&mdash; You won't lay the Fault upon her &s;ure?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soft.</SPEAKER>
<P>No: Dear Husband, I lay nothing to her charge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>O' my Soul I'm glad o' that for poor <HI>Pam</HI>'s &s;ake: But as for you, do the wor&s;t ye can, I can't think wor&s;e of ye than I do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soft.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, good Husband, how d'ye know, but &s;he may only pretend a di&s;plea&s;ure again&s;t me, to be the more at home with her Mother?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ne're tell me that. Wasn't ye&s;terday's &s;hutting the Door again&s;t ye &s;ufficient proof of her hatred?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soft.</SPEAKER>
<P>They told me, <HI>&s;he was very faint and weak;</HI> therefore 'twasn't convenient to di&s;turb her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>She's &s;ick, I fancy, of your ill Conditions more than of any thing el&s;e. And no wonder in|troth: for there's not a Mother of ye all but would have your Sons marry: And whoever is the Per&s;on that plea&s;es you; they mu&s;t have: And when to comply with your Humour they are married, to comply with your Humour again, they mu&s;t turn their Wives out of doors.</P>
<P><STAGE>Phidippus <HI>appe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">rs at his Door.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Philumena <HI>within.</HI></STAGE> Tho' I'm &s;atisfy'd I've Authority to force you to obey what I Com|mand, yet my Fatherly Affection prevails with me rather to give way to ye, and not cro&s;s ye in your Humour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh! here's my Brother <HI>Phidi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">pus</HI> in good time, I &s;hall know all from him.&mdash; <STAGE>They meet one another.</STAGE> I confe&s;s, Brother, I'm as indulgent to all my Family as any Man; yet I &s;uffer not my ea&s;ine&s;s to corrupt their Morals. Were you as careful, I'm per&s;waded 'twould be more for your advantage, as well as ours: But now I find you &s;uffer 'em to ride ye as they li&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="302" REF="171">Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look ye there now. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ye&s;terday I waited upon ye about your Daughter; you &s;ent me away as wi&s;e as I came: But let me tell ye, you don't do well to conceal the Cau&s;e of your Anger, if ye de&s;ign a la&s;ting Alli|ance between us. If any of us have offended ye, pray make it out; that &s;o either by di&s;proving or ju&s;tifying what's done, we may give as ample Satis|faction as you &s;hall require. If Sickne&s;s' be the Cau&s;e of keeping your Daughter at home, let me tell ye, Brother, tis too great a Reflection upon us to ima|gine &s;he &s;hou'dn't have due attendance at my Hou&s;e. As I hope to be &s;aved, tho you are her Father, you &s;han't out-do me in this: nor can you be more de&s;irous of her Health than I am; and that for my poor Boys &s;ake, who I perceive loves her more than his life, and am confident will highly re&s;ent it, when he comes to know on't; therefore pray let's have her home before he comes back from his Voyage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm &s;atisfied, Brother, of your extraordi|nary Care and Affection for my Daughter, and am apt to believe ev'ry Word you've &s;aid; but then I'd ha'ye believe me too, that 'tis my hearty de&s;ire to have her to your Hou&s;e, if I could prevail with her by any means.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why what hinders ye?&mdash; <STAGE>Softly.</STAGE> Hark ye, does &s;he object any thing again&s;t her Husband?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing in the World; for when I urg'd it home to her, and &s;eem'd as tho' I'd force her to return, &s;he vowed by all that's good, <HI>She wasn't able to endure your Hou&s;e, while her</HI> Pamphilus <HI>was away.</HI> Every one has his failings, for my part I'm &s;o &s;oft-natured, I can't cro&s;s and thwart my own Fle&s;h and Blood.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dye hear that Mi&s;tre&s;s. <STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> So&s;trata.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, to my Sorrow. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is that your Re&s;olution then, Brother?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="303" REF="171">Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>As the Ca&s;e &s;tands, 'tis &s;o.&mdash; But ha' ye any thing el&s;e to &s;ay? For I've a little bu&s;ine&s;s calls me in ha&s;te to the Piazza.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll bear ye Company if ye plea&s;e.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Phidippus <HI>and</HI> Laches.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;trata</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>alone.</STAGE> In good faith we poor Wives have got a very ill Name with our Husbands, becau&s;e of a few bad Creatures, that make the World judge hardly of us all. For as I hope for Heav'n, I'm as innocent of what my Husband accu&s;es me of as the &s;ucking infant. Yet 'tis next to impo&s;&s;ible to be believ'd, there's &s;uch a common Scandal &s;ticks upon all Mother-in-Laws: But let me die if I'm one that de&s;erve it; for I've been as tender of this &s;ame Crea|ture, as if &s;he had been a Daughter of my own. I can t imagine why this Misfortune &s;hould light upon my head. However upon many accounts I am extreamly de&s;irous of my Sons return. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The End of the Second Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT III.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Pamphilus <HI>and</HI> Parmeno, <HI>at the farther end of the Stage.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; WAs ever Man &s;o perplexed in his love as I? Unhappy Wretch! Have I been &s;uch a good Husband o' my Life for this? Was't this which made me &s;o de&s;irous of returning home? Thad been better for me to have &s;pent my days any where in the World, than to come back hither, and find my &s;elf &s;o unhappy here: For whatever Misfortune befals a Man, the longer
<PB N="304" REF="172">
'tis before he knows it, is &s;o much time clearly gained.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>However, Sir, by your return, you'll be able the &s;ooner to make your &s;elf ea&s;ie. Had you &s;taid away, the Breach wou'd ha' been far wider. Now, Sir, I'm confident that your pre&s;ence will have a great Influence upon them all. So you'll learn the whole Bu&s;ine&s;s, rectifie Mi&s;under&s;tand|ings, and make all Friends again. All the&s;e dread|ful Apprehen&s;ions of yours are in them&s;elves but very &s;light things.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why d'ye pretend to comfort me, when I'm the greate&s;t Wretch alive? Before I marry d this Woman, my Heart was engag d el&s;ewhere; how much I &s;uffered upon that account, any one may ea&s;ily gue&s;s, without my telling; and yet I never was the Man that dared to refu&s;e the Match my Father put upon me: I had but ju&s;t weaned my &s;elf from <HI>Bacchis,</HI> and di&s;engaged my Affections; but ju&s;t fixed my Love on <HI>Philumena;</HI> when alas, a new Bu&s;ine&s;s happens which forced me to leave her too: Then I'm afraid I &s;hall find either my Mother or Wife to blame; and if &s;o, the Con&s;e|quence mu&s;t be, that I &s;hall be mi&s;erable &s;till. For Duty, <HI>Parmeno,</HI> binds me to bear with my Mother's Failings; and for my Wife, I'm a thou&s;and ways obliged to her, not only for meekly bearing with my Humors, but al&s;o for concealing my unkind U&s;age to her from all the World. Certainly, <HI>Par|meno,</HI> &s;ome extraordinary thing mu&s;t have hap|pe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, which gave occa&s;ion to this Quarrel that has now la&s;ted &s;o long.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Some fri<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">olous thing or other I'll warrant ye, Sir: For upon clo&s;e examination you'll find that the greate&s;t Quarrels han t always the greate&s;t Oc|ca&s;ions. Tis frequent, S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r, to find the &s;ame thing make one Man &s;ta<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">k mad, and your mortal Enemy
<PB N="305" REF="172"> for ever, when it doesn't move another. How do Childrenbite and &s;cratch for the &s;malle&s;t Trifles! And why? Marry becau&s;e their Under&s;tandings are weak, and are not able to direct em: And your Women truly are e'en as &s;oon moved as Children; one chance word perhaps or &s;o has been the occa&s;ion of all this Di&s;turbance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well! go in, <HI>Parmeno,</HI> and let 'em know I'm here.</P>
<STAGE>Parmeno <HI>going off hears a Noi&s;e and &s;lops &s;hort.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! What,s here to do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>S't! <STAGE>Li&s;tens</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here's a &s;ad Bu&s;tle, they run up and down like mad&mdash; Pray, Sir, come a little this way.&mdash; <STAGE>Pamphilus <HI>goes towards him.</HI></STAGE> A little clo&s;er yet. <STAGE><HI>They both li&s;ten at</HI> Phidippus's <HI>Door.</HI></STAGE> Ha! Dye hear, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold your prating.&mdash; <STAGE>Shrieking within.</STAGE> Ble&s;s me! I hear &s;ome body &s;hriek.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>So, you enjoyn me &s;ilence, and talk your &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Myr.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>within Doors.</STAGE> Prithee dear Child, as little noi&s;e as may be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's like <HI>Philumena's</HI> Mother's Voice.&mdash; Ruin'd!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Undone!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wherefore?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, <HI>Parmeno,</HI> there is &s;ome Mi&s;chief more than ordinary has happen'd, which they conceal from me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>They &s;aid indeed your Lady was out of or|der, whether that be it or no, I can't tell.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm a lo&s;t Man.&mdash; Why didn't ye tell me this before? <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I con'dn't tell ye ev'ry thing at once.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's her Di&s;temper?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I can't tell.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! Is no body gone for a Doctor?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="306" REF="173">Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can't tell that neither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>But why don't I go in my &s;elf, that I may know for certain what's the Bu&s;ine&s;s?&mdash; Ah my dear <HI>Philumena,</HI> in what Condition &s;hall I now find thee? Should thy Life be in danger; I &s;hall certainly die with thee. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Pamphilus.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Parmeno</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>alone.</STAGE> I don't think it convenient to venture in after him: For I very well know, they don't care for any of our Family. Ye&s;terday they &s;hut the Door again&s;t my Lady her &s;elf. If &s;he &s;hould chance to grow wor&s;e (which introth I wou'dnt have for my poor Ma&s;ters &s;ake) they'll pre|&s;ently pretend (a plague on them all) that one of Madam <HI>So&s;trata's</HI> Servants came in, brought the Devil along with him, and thereupon that &s;he grew wor&s;e immediately: So my Mi&s;tre&s;s will be blam'd? but I &s;hall ha' the wor&s;t on't.</P>
<STAGE>The Noi&s;e increa&s;es within.</STAGE>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> So&s;trata <HI>on the other &s;ide.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soft.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to her &s;elf.</STAGE> Alas, I think I ve heard a &s;trange &s;ort of a Bu&s;tle in my Si&s;ters Hou&s;e, and for &s;ome time too. I vow, I'm extreamly afraid poor <HI>Phi|lumenas</HI> Di&s;temper grows wor&s;e and wor&s;e: But Heavens forbid it. Now I'll give her a vi&s;it.</P>
<STAGE>Shes going in.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hark ye, Madam!</P>
<STAGE>Soft. Hah!</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>You ll meet with another repul&s;e, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soft.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>turning about.</STAGE> Ha, <HI>Parmeno!</HI> are you there?&mdash; Alas poor Wretch! What &s;hall I do? Shan't I go &s;ee my Son's Wife, when &s;he lies &s;ick but at next door.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>If youd be rul'd by me, Madam, neither &s;ee her, nor &s;end to &s;ee her: For to be fond of one that perfectly hates you &s;eems a double piece of Folly. You'll be&s;tow your labour to no purpo&s;e, and be trouble&s;ome be&s;ides.&mdash; Then, Madam your Son went to &s;ee how &s;he did, as &s;oon as he came to Town.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="307" REF="173">Soft.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! my Son <HI>Pamphilus</HI> come a&s;hore?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heavens be prai&s;ed.&mdash; That word has reviv'd me, and &s;et my Heart at re&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Upo' this account e&s;pecially, I wou'dn't ha' ye go in: For if her Pains be a little abated, I'm confident, now they're together, &s;he'll up and tell him all that pa&s;&s;ed between you two; and how the Difference fir&s;t began&mdash; But &s;ee where he comes.&mdash; He &s;eems very melancholy upon't.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Pamphilus.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soft.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, my Dear, dear Child! <STAGE>Embracing him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Ble&s;&s;ing, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Welcome home heartily.&mdash; But how is't with your Wife?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>O' the mending hand&mdash; <STAGE>Wiping his Eyes.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heavens continue it &s;o.&mdash; But why in tears Son? Why thus melancholly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing at all, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Bu&s;tle was that? tell me: Was &s;he taken with a &s;udden Fit?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's her Di&s;temper?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>An Ague.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Quotidian?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>So they tell me.&mdash; Pray, Madam, walk in, I'll follow immediately.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>So I will. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> So&s;trata.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Parmeno,</HI> do you run and meet my Ser|vants, and help them home with their Luggage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>grumbling.</STAGE> What a-duce can't they find the way home without a Guide?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>You ll be gone won't ye? <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Parmeno</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pamphilus</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone walking about di&s;contentedly.</STAGE>
<P>Where &s;hall I begin now, to give an account of tho&s;e many &s;urprizing Misfortunes that ha' befallen me? Part of which I heard, and part I &s;aw with the&s;e very eyes; which made me run out of the
<PB N="308" REF="174"> Hou&s;e half di&s;tracted.&mdash; For when I ha&s;tily went in ju&s;t now, in great concern for my Wife (think|ing to find her &s;ick of another-gates Di&s;temper than what, alas! I found her in:) The Maids being &s;ur|priz'd at fir&s;t &s;ight all of 'em o're-joyd, cry'd out, <HI>Hes come:</HI> But immediately after I perceived they changed Countenance, becau&s;e I happen'd to come at &s;uch an unlucky Minute: mean time one of 'em ran up Stairs to give notice of my Arrival; and I, as eager to &s;ee my Wife, follow her directly. No &s;ooner was I got in, but immediately I perceiv'd her Ailment, unhappy Creature as I was: For they had no time i'th World to conceal the bu&s;ine&s;s, for her Cryings out did &s;ufficiently di&s;cover her Condition. When I &s;aw this, <HI>Ba&s;e and unworthy,</HI> &s;aid I! And with that immediately flung out of the Room all in Tears, &s;truck with Horror at &s;uch an unheard of di&s;mal Accident. Her Mother, poor Soul, fol|lowed me clo&s;e, catch'd me at the Door, and flung her &s;elf at my Feet, melting into Tears: &s;o that I cou'd not but pity her: And truly, I'm of Opinion, as a Man's Fortune ri&s;es or falls &s;o is he up or down. She thus addre&s;s'd her &s;elf to me: <HI>My dear</HI> Pam|philus, <HI>you're an Eye-witne&s;s now of the Cau&s;e that made this unhappy Creature leave your Hou&s;e: She was ra|vi&s;h'd &s;ometime &s;ince by an unknown Villain; and is now fled hither to hide her &s;hame from you and the World. <STAGE>He wipes his Eyes.</STAGE></HI> But alas! the very Re|membrance of her earne&s;t Intreaties makes me melt afre&s;h.&mdash; <HI>What&s;oever Chance or Fortune</HI> (conti|nu d &s;he) <HI>has brought you hither at this juncture, by that we both conjure ye (if we may in Equity and Ju&s;tice pre|&s;ume &s;o far) to bury and conceal this Mi&s;chance from the Eye of the World. If ever (dear</HI> Pamphilus!) <HI>if ever you were &s;en&s;ible that &s;he had any Tenderne&s;s for ye, in requital &s;he begs ye not to think that &s;mall Fa|vour too much to grant her. As for taking her again,
<PB N="309" REF="174"> u&s;e your own di&s;cretion. You're the only Per&s;on that knows of her Lying in, and that the Child is none of yours: For they &s;ay you had nothing to do with her the fir&s;t two Months; and after you had, 'tis now &s;even and no more. Your Behaviour &s;hows what your thoughts are about it: Now, if it be po&s;&s;ible (my Dear!) I wi&s;h and endeavour nothing more than that her Lying in may be kept from her Father, and every Soul be&s;ides: But &s;hould it come out, it &s;hall go for a Mi&s;carriage, I know none will think otherwi&s;e; but, what is mo&s;t like|ly, will &s;uppo&s;e you the Father of it. The Child &s;hall immediately be expos'd, and you ne're the wor&s;e for't; and by this means you can &s;uffer no inconvenience, and &s;ecure the poor Girls Reputation be&s;ides.</HI>&mdash; I pa&s;&s;ed my Word, and am re&s;olv'd to keep it: But for ta|king her again, I think it no ways for my Honour, nor will I do it; tho her Love and Conver&s;ation have a very great Influence o're me.&mdash; I can't but weep to think what a melancholy Life I mu&s;t lead for the future&mdash; <STAGE>Weeps.</STAGE> O Fortune, Fortune, what a changeable thing thou art! But my fir&s;t Love has inur'd me to this u&s;age; I conquered that by rea&s;on, and how I mu&s;t endeavour to do the like&mdash;</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Parmeno, Socia, <HI>and Porters at a great di&s;tance with Trunks, Portmantaus,</HI> &amp;c.</STAGE></P>
<P>But yonder comes <HI>Parmeno</HI> with the re&s;t, there's no occa&s;ion for him to be hereabouts at this time; for he's the only Per&s;on I made privy to my Beha|viour to my Wife, when we fir&s;t marry'd. I fear &s;hould he hear her frequent Shrieks, he'll di&s;cover her to be in Labour: I mu&s;t ev'n &s;end him on &s;ome Errand or other till all's over.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Socia.</STAGE> Say &s;o? Had ye &s;uch a wretched Voyage on't? Hah!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>In &s;ober Sadne&s;s, <HI>Parmeno,</HI> 'tisn't po&s;&s;ible to tell thee what a di&s;mal thing 'tis to be a Ship-board.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="310" REF="175">Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth thou'rt a happy Fellow, little do&s;t thou know what dangers thou e&s;cape&s;t by keeping always on dry ground. To pa&s;s over other Hard|&s;hips, mark but this: Thirty long Days and Nights or more, was I on Ship-board; expecting evry minute to be &s;ows'd to the bottom of the Sea, 'twas &s;uch plaguy &s;tormy weather all the time, and the Wind again&s;t us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Abominable!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soc.</SPEAKER>
<P>So indeed I found it: In &s;hort, if I knew I mu&s;t go back, rather than do't, upo my Soul I'd &s;hew em a light pair of Heels for't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, old Boy, thou'&s;t been ready for that &s;port upon &s;lighter occa&s;ions than this:&mdash; But hold, yonder's my Ma&s;ter <HI>Pamphilus</HI> before that Door,&mdash; Go all in, and I'll &s;tep to him, and &s;ee if he has any bu&s;ine&s;s wi' me.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Socia <HI>and Porters.</HI></STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE>Parmeno <HI>goes to</HI> P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">mphilus.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are you here &s;till, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, I &s;tay for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's your Plea&s;ure?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t run as far as the Tower.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who mu&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>As far as the Tower? For what pray, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>To find out one <HI>Callidemides</HI> my Landlord of <HI>Myconia,</HI> who came over in the &s;ame Ve&s;&s;el wi' me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>S'death! I'll be &s;worn this Ma&s;ter o'mine has made a Vow, that if e're he got a&s;hore, he'd make me run my heart out. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why don't ye &s;tir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mu&s;t I &s;ay any thing to him, or mu&s;t I only give him the meeting?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tell him I can't meet him to day as I ap|pointed, that he mayn't &s;tay to no purpo&s;e,&mdash; Fly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="311" REF="175">Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>But Sir, I don't know what manner of Man he is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tell ye how to know him pre&s;ently.&mdash; He's a huge, fiery-fac'd, frizzled-crown'd fat Fellow, with wall-eyes, and looks as if he'd fright ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> Plague on him for a Son of Wh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> <STAGE>Going off turns back.</STAGE> But &s;uppo&s;e he ben't there, mu&s;t I &s;tay till Night for him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, ay: Run Sirrah.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I beg your Pardon for that, I'm quite foun|dered already. <STAGE>Exit Hobbling.</STAGE></P>
<P><STAGE>Pamphilus <HI>alone.</HI></STAGE></P>
<P>He's gone,&mdash; Now what cour&s;e &s;hall poor I take?&mdash; I'm at a &s;trange lo&s;s how to conceal <HI>Philumenas</HI> lying in, as her Mother de&s;ir'd me. I profe&s;s, I can't but pity the poor Woman. Ill do what I can, but &s;till I'll di&s;charge my Duty to my Parents, for my Love mu&s;t give way to my Obe|dience.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Laches <HI>and</HI> Phidippus <HI>at &s;ome di&s;tance</HI></STAGE></P>
<P>But lack-a-day there's my Father and Mr. <HI>Phi|dippus</HI> together,&mdash; They make this way too.&mdash; I can't devi&s;e what to &s;ay 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Phidippus.</STAGE> Didn't ye tell me ju&s;t now that your Daughter only waited for my Sons coming home.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hear he's come, let her be brought home then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> I can't imagine what excu&s;e to make to my Father for not taking her home again&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>over-hearing.</STAGE> What Voice is that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf.</STAGE> Yet I'm fully re&s;olved to keep firm to my fir&s;t de&s;ign.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>O here's the Man we were talking of.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Ble&s;&s;ing, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm glad to &s;ee thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="312" REF="176">Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Welcome h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">me, <HI>Pamphilus;</HI> I'm al&s;o glad to &s;ee ye &s;o &s;ound and lu&s;ty after your Vo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">age.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Im obliged to ye Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are ye but ju&s;t landed, Son?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ju&s;t now, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well! and what has our Kin&s;man <HI>Phanie</HI> left us? Hah!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> really, Sir, he was a Man given up to his Plea&s;ures in his Life-time, and &s;uch as he &s;el|dom leave much to their Heirs: However they leave this Commendation behind 'em, that as long as they livd, they liv'd like Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then thou ha&s;t brought home nothing but that pretty Sentence in&s;tead of an E&s;tate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>That little he has left, may do us &s;ome kindne&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! none at all.&mdash; I wi&s;h heartily he were alive and in health again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may &s;afely wi&s;h that: He's pa&s;t wi&s;h|ing for.&mdash; I dare &s;wear I know which you'd chu&s;e. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Pamphilus.</STAGE> Ye&s;terday my Brother here &s;ent to de&s;ire his Daughter might come to his Hou&s;e.&mdash; Say you did.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> Phidip pus <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">hru&s;ting him.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>&s;oftly to</HI> Laches.</STAGE> Don,t punch me &s;o.&mdash; So I did.&mdash; <HI>[Aloud to</HI> Pamphilus.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>But now he'll &s;end her home again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>So I will.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I know the whole bu&s;ine&s;s, how ev'ry thing has been managed &s;ince I went. I heard the whole Story as &s;oon as e're I arrived.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hang tho&s;e envious Dev<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ls, that were &s;o officious as to tell it y<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">. <STAGE>In a pa&s;&s;ion.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Im &s;ure I took all po&s;&s;ible care to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">void giving an<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> of ye the lea&s;t offence: And had I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> mind to't, I could here tell ye how faithful, loving, and
<PB N="313" REF="176"> kind I've been to her; but I had rather ye &s;hould hear't from her own Mouth: For by that means you ll the &s;ooner believe my good Nature, when the Relation comes from her that at pre&s;ent is &s;o un|kind to me. Heavens my witne&s;s, I had no hand at all in this Difference: But &s;ince &s;he thinks her &s;elf too good to &s;toop to my Mother, when Mo|de&s;ty might ha' taught her t'have born with her Humour; and &s;ince there's no other way of com|po&s;ing the Difference, I mu&s;t een part with either one or the other. But now, Mr. <HI>Phidippus,</HI> Filial Duty obliges me to take my Mother's part before my Wifes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am not di&s;plea&s;ed, <HI>Pamphilus,</HI> to find ye &s;o ready to &s;acrifice all to the Intere&s;ts of your Pa|rents: But have a care you dont engage too far in this Quarrel.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>How can I engage my &s;elf in a Quarrel again&s;t her, that never di&s;obligd me in any thing, but on the contrary has obliged me in many things? I love her, honour her, and &s;till de&s;ire with all my Soul to keep her: For I've always found her of a wonderful &s;weet Temper towards me; there|fore I wi&s;h with all my Heart &s;he may &s;pend the remainder of her days with a more fortunate Hus|band than me; &s;ince meer nece&s;&s;ity tears her from me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis in your own power to hinder that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take her home again, if you be wi&s;e. <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's not my intention, Sir. I mu&s;t now con&s;ult my Mother's Intere&s;t. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Pamphilus.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whether now?&mdash; Stay, &s;tay, I &s;ay.&mdash; Where are ye going?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Whim's this?</P>
<STAGE>Surlily.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>I told ye, Brother, how highly he'd re&s;ent this; and therefore beggd of ye to &s;end home your Daughter in time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="314" REF="177">Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Sbud I didn't think he had been &s;uch a Churl. Does he think Ill go cringing with Cap in Hand to him? If he's di&s;pos'd to take home his Wife, well and good; if not, let him refund her Portion, pack off, and a F&mdash; for him.</P>
<STAGE>In a huff.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look ye now; you're in as great a Fume as he.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid. </SPEAKER>
<P>Pamphilus, You're grown mighty huffi&s;h methinks after your Voyage.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>His anger will &s;oon be over, tho indeed he had &s;ome cau&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e for&s;ooth you've got a little more Pelf fallen to ye, you &s;well &s;o much upon't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>What? You'll fall out wi'me too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let him con&s;ider on't, and tell me to day, whether he'll have her or no; that if he won't ano|ther may. <STAGE>Exit in a huff.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laches</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE> <HI>alone.</HI></STAGE></P>
<P>Stay Brother, hear me but one word.&mdash; He's gone:&mdash; But what's this to me? In &s;hort, let 'em order their Matters as they plea&s;e for me, &s;ince nei|ther Brother nor Son will hear Rea&s;on, nor mind one Word I &s;ay, Ill turn all my Forces upo' my W<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">fe, the Promoter of all this Mi&s;chief, and di&s;|charge all that &s;ticks in my Stomach upon her.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Laches, <HI>and as he goes off.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Myrrhina</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>Enter in di&s;order.</STAGE>
<P>I'm ruined! What &s;hall I do?&mdash; Which way &s;hall I turn my &s;elf?&mdash; Alas! What an&s;wer can I give my Husband? I'm per&s;waded he heard the Child cry, which made him run &s;o ha&s;tily into my Daughters Chamber, without &s;aying a word. Should he find that &s;he's in Labour, I vow I can't devi&s;e what excu&s;e to invent for the concealing of it.&mdash; The Door goes,&mdash; I'm afraid hes upo'the Scent after me.&mdash; I'm no Woman of this World.</P>
<PB N="315" REF="177">
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Phidippus.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE> As &s;oon as my Wife perceived I was going into my Daughters Chamber, away &s;he &s;lunk out o' doors&mdash; But here &s;he is tho.&mdash; How now Wife?&mdash; <STAGE>She &s;eems not to &s;ee him.</STAGE> Hark ye, 'tis you I &s;peak to.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Myr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Meaning me, my dear Husband?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I your Husband? D'ye regard me as a Hus|band, or &s;o much as a Man? For had ye e&s;teem'd me either one or t'other (Gentlewoman!) you daren't ha' made me &s;uch a publick Scorn by your ba&s;ene&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Myr.</SPEAKER>
<P>By what ba&s;ene&s;s?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>By what?&mdash; Isn't your Daughter brought to bed?&mdash; Hah! are ye Tongue-tyd now?&mdash; Who's the Father pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Myr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is that a Que&s;tion for a Father to ask?&mdash; Dear Heart, who d'ye think &s;hou'd be but her own Husband?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I believe it, nor is it for a Father to think otherwi&s;e: But I'm amazed why ye &s;hould &s;o care|fully keep all in hugger-mugger from us, e&s;pecial|ly when &s;he was delivered at her full time, and all things were as they &s;hou'd be. Cou'd ye be &s;o dam|nably malicious, as to wi&s;h the poor Child's Death; which you knew would be the occa&s;ion of a more la&s;ting Friend&s;hip between us, rather than &s;uffer Man and Wife to live together contrary to your cro&s;s-grain'd Humour.&mdash; I took it to be wholly their fault, but now I find 'tis all long of you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Myr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Im a mi&s;erable Creature.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Would I were &s;ure o' that&mdash; It now comes fre&s;h into my mind, what you formerly &s;aid on this &s;ubject, when the Match was fir&s;t made. You profe&s;s'd for&s;ooth, that you cou'dn't away with a Son-in-law that kept his Wenches, and lay abroad whole Nights together.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="316" REF="178">Myr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I had rather he &s;hould &s;u&s;pect any thing i't'h world, than gue&s;s at the true Cau&s;e. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I knew that he kept a Mi&s;tre&s;s (Madam Wife!) long before you did: But I never counted that &s;uch a mighty fault in a young Man; for 'tis what we are all born with, but the time will quickly come when he'll hate him&s;elf for't: But you I &s;ee are &s;till the &s;ame, and could ne're be at quiet till you had parted em, and null'd the Mar|riage, 'cau&s;e twas of my making. Now 'tis plain how rarely you &s;tood affected to the Match.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Myr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can ye &s;uppo&s;e me &s;o ba&s;e and cruel to my own Fle&s;h and Blood, if this Match had been to our advantag?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pi&s;h! You able to fore&s;ee or judge what's to our advantage? May be &s;ome body inform'd inform'd you that they &s;aw him going to or coming from his Mi&s;tre&s;s. And what of all that, if he did it pri|vately, and but &s;eldom? Isn't it more hand&s;om for us to wink at &s;uch flailings, than blaze 'em abroad and get nothing but ill will to our &s;elves by the bargain? For could he &s;o &s;uddenly draw his Af|fections from one he has lov'd &s;o many years, I &s;hou'dn't count him a man, nor think him half &s;tanch and con&s;tant enough for my Daughter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Myr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Husband, no more of the young man; nor of my pretended faults neither: Go and meet him privately, and ask him whether he'll take home his wife or no: If he &s;ays yes, &s;end her away, if not, I think I've taken a wi&s;e cour&s;e with my Daughter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>If he wou'dn't receive her, and you knew him in fault, Wife; I wasn't far off, pray why wasn't I con&s;ulted; withal? This mads me to the Heart, to find that ye dare do &s;uch a thing without my leave. I charge ye upon your Life, not to let <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">he Child &s;tir out of the Hou&s;e.&mdash; But what a
<PB N="317" REF="178"> Blockhead am I to think &s;he'll mind what I &s;ay? I'll go in my &s;elf, and &s;trictly charge my Servants, to let no body carry it away. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Phidippus.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Myrrhina</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE> <HI>alone.</HI></STAGE></P>
<P>Let me die if I don't believe I'm th' unhappie&s;t Woman i'th world: In good truth, I plainly fore|&s;ee how extreamly ill he'll take it if he knew all, &s;ince he's &s;o very angry for that little he does know; nor can I imagine how to alter his Re&s;olution.&mdash; And this is the only Evil that could ha' befallen me after all my other Di&s;a&s;ters, if I &s;hou'd be forced to bring up a Child we don't know the Father of. For when my Daughter was ravi&s;h'd, 'twas &s;o dark &s;he cou'dn't di&s;cern his Face, nor yet get any Token from him, whereby to di&s;cover him afterwards <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> only when the Fellow left her, he forced a Ring off her Finger. Upon the whole matter I'm &s;trange<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">y afraid Mr. <HI>Pamphilus,</HI> when he comes to hear w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> bring up another Man's Child in&s;tead of his, will no longer conceal what we de&s;ired him to keep private. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Myrrhina.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The end of the Third Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT IV.</HEAD>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> So&s;trata <HI>and</HI> Pamphilus; Laches <HI>comes to the Door and ob&s;erves 'em.</HI></STAGE></P>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE> I Know well enough, <HI>Pamphilus,</HI> you &s;u&s;pect 'twas long of my humours that your Wife left us, di&s;&s;emble the matter as much as ye plea&s;e: but may I never obtain Mercy,
<PB N="318" REF="179"> no enjoy that Comfort from ye I expect, if e're to my knowledge I did any thing that &s;hould give her any di&s;gu&s;t again&s;t me. I always believ'd you re&s;pected me, but now you ha' given certain proof of it: for your Father has been telling me within, how far you prefer my Reputation to your Love. And now I de&s;ign to return ye the like Comple|ment, and let ye know how highly I e&s;teem &s;uch Dutifulne&s;s. I believe, my dear Son, 'twill be bet|ter for both your Satisfaction and my Reputation, if I retire into the Country with your Father, as I've fully re&s;olv'd, &s;o my pre&s;ence will be no Eye|&s;ore to ye, nor any pretence for your Wife's &s;tay|ing away.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Madam, what d'ye mean by this? Shall her &s;illy Freaks drive you into the Country? It mu&s;t not be; nor can I endure to have the envi|ous world &s;ay, <HI>'Twas done through my wilfulne&s;s, and not your good Nature:</HI> Be&s;ides, I wou'dn't for e're &s;o much ha'ye upon my account, bani&s;h'd the Enjoyment of your Friends, Relations, and all the Diver&s;ions of the Town.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly Son, I've now but little reli&s;h of the&s;e Enjoyments. Time was indeed when I had my fill of'em; but now I'm quite weary of tho&s;e Gam|hals. At pre&s;ent my chief care is to keep my Age from being a burden to others, that &s;o they mayn't wi&s;h for my end&punc; Here I find I'm de&s;pis'd without cau&s;e, and 'tis time to retreat: By this means I fancy, I &s;hall cut off all cau&s;e of Di&s;content, clear my &s;elf of hard Su&s;picions, and homour 'em all: Therefore pray let me avoid tho&s;e Scandals we Wo|men generally lie under.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>How happy am I upon all accounts, were it not for this; &s;ince I ha' &s;uch a Mother and &s;uch a Wife! <STAGE>A&s;ide</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good, dear Boy, as the Ca&s;e &s;tands, try to
<PB N="319" REF="179"> make &s;hift with one inconveniency. If other things go according to your mind&punc; and your Wife is as I take her to be, grant me this one reque&s;t, my Child, and have her home.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! I'm very unhappy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I too: For I'm as much concern'd at it<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> as you can be, my dear Child, for the Soul of ye.</P>
<P><STAGE>Laches <HI>appears, and goes up to 'em.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>So Wife, I over-heard all your di&s;cour&s;e ju&s;t by here. 'Tis Policy to comply freely with the Occa&s;ion, when you know force would follow el&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>May it &s;ucceed well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>March into the Country then, and there we'll both bear with one anothers humours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope we &s;hall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Go in then, and pack up what things you'll have occa&s;ion for.&mdash; I'm fix<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall obey your Orders. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> So&s;trata.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, Sir!&mdash; <STAGE>Concernedly</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, <HI>Pamphilus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will ye &s;end my Mother into the Country? By no means.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e, Sir, as yet I'm not re&s;olved what to do with my Wife</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! What &s;hould ye do but take he<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> home again?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE> That I would with all my Hear<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nd can hardly per&s;wade my &s;elf not to do't: But I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters"> not break one <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ot o' my mea&s;ure, but ev'n take that cour&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> I think mo&s;t convenient.&mdash; &mdash; <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Laches.</STAGE> I pre&s;ume, Sir, they'll be better Friends, if &s;he &s;tays where &s;he is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's more than you know: However 'tisn't a Pin matter to you whether they be Friends or Foes, when once your Mother's out o' the way.
<PB N="320" REF="180"> The truth on't is, we old Folks are no good Compa|n<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> to you young ones; and therefore we had ev'n as good go our way. In &s;hort, <HI>Pamphilus,</HI> your Mo|ther and I are become By-words t'ye, <HI>The old Man, and the old Woman.</HI>&mdash; &mdash; But yonder comes my Brother i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th' Critical minute. Let's give him the meeting.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Phidippus <HI>on the other &s;ide of the Stage;</HI> La|ches <HI>moves towards him.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Philumena <HI>within.</HI></STAGE> Troth Daughter, I'm angry with you, and very much too, for in &s;ober Sadne&s;s twas a very &s;curvy trick; tho' your Mother's forcing ye be your pretence, yet I'm &s;ure &s;he had no &s;uch excu&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lac.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Brother, you're come at the be&s;t time i'th' World.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>What an&s;wer &s;hall I give 'em, or how be able to keep this Secret! <STAGE>A&s;ide</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach</SPEAKER>
<P>You may tell your Daughter, my Wife's go|ing into the Country, &s;o &s;he needn't be afraid to come home to her Husband.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Poh! Your Wife's innocent of all; 'tis my Wife that's the Broacher of all this,&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, then the Ca&s;e is alter<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d. <STAGE>A&s;ide</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; And has caus'd all this ado, Mr. <HI>Laches</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let 'em cau&s;e what ado they plea&s;e, &s;o I don't take her home again. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now <HI>Pamphilus</HI> I wi&s;h nothing more, if it can be brought about than that there may be a la&s;ting Alliance between us. If you are of another mind, pray take the Child however.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>He knows o' that too: I'm pa&s;t all hope</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Child? Prithee what Child? <STAGE>Ha&s;tily.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="321" REF="180">Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why we have a Grand-Son, Brother. F<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> my Daughter when &s;he left your Hou&s;e, was big it &s;eems; and I ne're &s;o much as knew of her breed|ing till now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good, introth, as I'm an hone&s;t Man; I'm heartily glad 'tis born, and your Daughter well.&mdash; But what a &s;trange &s;ort of a Woman is your wife <HI>Pam?</HI> what odd kind of Fancies &s;he has about her, &s;o long to keep things in the dark from us? I vow I can't &s;ay how unhand&s;ome it looks.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly, Brother, I'm as little plea&s;ed at the proceedings as you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>My mind was in &s;u&s;pence before, but now 'tis fixed; &s;ince &s;he's to bring a Brat with her that's none o' mine. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, come, <HI>Pam,</HI> 'tis too late to &s;tand &s;hally, &s;hally.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm ruined,&mdash; <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>I've often wi&s;hed for that happy day of having one to call you Father. 'Tis come at la&s;t, Heavens be prais'd.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Beyond Redemption. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Take home your Wife, without any more grumbling.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly, Sir, had &s;he been minded t'have had Children by me, or t'have been &s;till my Wife, I'm certain &s;he'd ne're ha' conceal'd what I under|&s;tand &s;he has. Now, &s;ince I plainly &s;ee &s;he has withdrawn her Love from me, I don't believe we &s;hall ever agree well hereafter: why then &s;hould I take her again?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Poh! the young Girl did all by the Mo|thers Per&s;wa&s;ion; and is that &s;uch a &s;trange thing? D'ye expect to find any woman i'th' World with|out their Faults? Han't Men their Failings too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well! Look to't your &s;elves both of ye, whether ye think to have her or leave her: I can't
<PB N="322" REF="181"> an&s;wer for all that my fooli&s;h Wife does: For my own part, do what you will, you &s;han't find me unrea&s;onable on either &s;ide: Mean time what &s;hall we do wi' the Child?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>A wi&s;e Query, introth! Let the Bu&s;ine&s;s go which way it will &s;end the Child hither, &s;ince 'tis his, that we may nur&s;e it as ours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall I bring up that Child that the Mother takes no care of?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that you &s;ay? Not bring it up, <HI>Pamphilus?</HI> Good-now &s;hall we make away with<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t?&mdash; Why this is down-right madne&s;s: Upo' my Life I can hold no longer. Now you force me to &s;ay what I wou'dn't have &s;aid before your Father|in-Law. <STAGE>Pamphilus <HI>weeps.</HI></STAGE>&mdash; D'ye think I don't know what all this &s;nivelling, and what all this Di&s;order means?&mdash; <STAGE>In another tone.</STAGE> Fir&s;t ye pretended, <HI>You cou'dn't have her home becau&s;e of your Mother;</HI> She promi&s;es to leave the whole Hou&s;e to your &s;elves: Since that Excu&s;e won't hold good now, for&s;ooth, <HI>The Child's born without your Knowledge.</HI> You're mightily mi&s;taken if ye think I don't know what you hanker after: How long did I wink at your keeping a Mi&s;s, in hopes at la&s;t of bringing ye over to a Wife? How patiently did I bear your lavi&s;h Expences that way? I plyed ye, I entreated <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e to marry; told ye 'twas high time, and by much per&s;wa&s;ion, you did. Then you o|bey'd me, as your Duty obliged ye to do: But now you're in with your Whore again; and to plea&s;ure her, will ruine your Wife, I plainly &s;ee you're re|lap&s;ing into your old cour&s;e of Debaucheries.</P>
<STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who I, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes you; and let me tell ye 'tis ba&s;e to in|vent &s;hams, to quarrel with your Wife, that when <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nce &s;he's out of &s;ight, you may the better live with
<PB N="413" REF="181"> your Strumpet. Your Wife was &s;en&s;ible o' this; or what rea&s;on had &s;he to leave the hou&s;e el&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>He has hit upon't; certainly that's the rea&s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you plea&s;e, Sir, I'll give it upon Oath, that 'tis nothing &s;o as you imagine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>For &s;hame, take home your Wife then, or give us a better rea&s;on why you won't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tisn't convenient at this time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take care o' the Child then: that I hope is in no fault: We'll con&s;ider o'th' Mother after|wards.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>walking on one &s;ide.</STAGE> I'm mi&s;erable on all &s;ides: My Father has &s;o wofully gravell'd me, that I can't tell how to turn my &s;elf.&mdash; I'll ev'n &s;tep out o' the way &s;ince I &s;hall do but little good by my being here. I believe, they'll hardly bring up the Child without my order, e&s;peciall &s;ince my Mother-in-Law will &s;econd me in the thing.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
<P><STAGE>Pamphilus <HI>&s;teal's off.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye &s;teal away? What? Give us no direct An&s;wer?&mdash; D'ye think he isn't crack-brain'd?&mdash; Well! 'tis no matter, Brother, &s;end the Child to me and I'll bring him up.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my Heart.&mdash; I don't wonder if his Wife been't pleas'd with the&s;e fine doings; wo|men are fretful Pieces, and can't away with &s;uch Affronts. This is the cau&s;e o' their Quarrel; my wife told me on't her &s;elf, but I wou'dn't menti|on it before him, nor wou'd I believe it at fir&s;t; but now tisas clear as the Sun; I perceive now he's a down-right Marriage-hater.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;hould I do i'th' Ca&s;e? what would ye advi&s;e me to?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>What? why, fir&s;t I think 'tis be&s;t for us to go to his Mi&s;s: Let us fir&s;t di&s;cour&s;e her calmly,
<PB N="324" REF="182"> then charge her home; and if that won't do, let us threaten her &s;everely, if ever &s;he has any thing more to do with your Son.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll follow your Advice.&mdash; <STAGE>Goes towards his own Hou&s;e.</STAGE> Soho within there.&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nter a Boy.</STAGE>
<P>Step over to my Neighbour <HI>Bacchis;</HI> and tell her I'd &s;peak with her pre&s;ently.&mdash; <STAGE>Ex. Boy.</STAGE></P>
<P>And I mn&s;t de&s;ire you, Brother, to &s;tand by me in this bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, Sir, I've often told ye; and am &s;till o' the &s;ame mind, that I de&s;ire nothing &s;o much as that the Alliance between us may be la&s;ting, if it be po&s;&s;ible to bring it about; and I hope we &s;hall do't.&mdash; But would ye ha' me here when &s;he comes?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bach.</SPEAKER>
<P>No; you may go and provide a good Nur&s;e for the Child. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Phidippus.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Bacchis <HI>on the other &s;ide of the Stage, with two Waiting-maids, and</HI> Laches'<HI>s Boy.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>entring.</STAGE> I'll be &s;worn 'tis no &s;mall matter, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">at makas Mr. <HI>Laches</HI> &s;end to &s;peak wi me now. But introth, I'm mightily mi&s;taken if I don't gue&s;s <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> the bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to him&s;elf</STAGE> I mu&s;t take &s;pecial care, that my Pa&s;&s;ion don't hinder me from gaining upon her according as I wi&s;h; nor make me do that in ha&s;te, which I may repent at lei&s;ure.&mdash; I'll acco&s;t her,&mdash; Mrs. <HI>Bacchis</HI> your Servant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yours, good Mr. <HI>Laches.</HI></P>
<STAGE>Exit Boy.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth, I don't que&s;tion but you &s;omewhat wonder, why I &s;ent to &s;peak with ye</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>And really when I con&s;ider my &s;elf, I am afraid le&s;t the Scandal of my Trade &s;hould be <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">o my prejudice; for as to my behaviour in it, I defie the World&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>If it be &s;o; you've no rea&s;on to be afraict o'
<PB N="325" REF="182"> me, Woman; for I'm of tho&s;e Years that a fal&s;e Step is not &s;o ea&s;ily pardonable in me; therefore am the more cautious to do nothing ra&s;hly. If both now and ever you do what ye can ju&s;tifie, 'twould be very unhand&s;ome in me to do ye any injury, and very unju&s;t &s;ince ye don't de&s;erve it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Upo' my word I'm extreamly obliged to ye for that: For after an injury's done, begging of one's Pardon is but &s;mall amends.&mdash; But pray, Sir, your Plea&s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hear you entertain my Son <HI>Pamphilus.</HI>&mdash; Bac. <STAGE>interruptirg.</STAGE> Sir,&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hear me out.&mdash; Before he marry'd, I wink'd at your Amours.&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Here</HI> Bacchis <HI>is go|ing to &s;peak.</HI></STAGE>&mdash; Hold! I han't &s;poke all my mind yet.&mdash; Now he's married, you'd do well to look out a more con&s;tant Lover in time. For <HI>Pamphilus</HI> will not always ha' the &s;ame Inclinations, nor troth you the &s;ame Beauty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Sir, who reports this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>His Mother-in-Law.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I entertain him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, you: For that rea&s;on has &s;he taken home her Daughter, and would privately ha' made away with the Child &s;he has by him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, If I knew any thing more Sacred than an Oath to convince ye, I'd freely offer it t'ye, that I had never any thing to do with your Son, &s;ince he marry'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou art a dainty fine girl! But can ye gue&s;s what further Favour I'd de&s;ire of ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>What is it, good Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Only to &s;tep ju&s;t in there, <STAGE><HI>Pointing to</HI> Phidippuss <HI>Hou&s;e</HI> and offer the Women within upon Oath to &s;atisfie them, and clear your &s;elf of all.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bacch.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll obey you, Sir: but in good earne&s;t;
<PB N="326" REF="183"> there's never a one in my Circum&s;tances would ha' don't, or &s;hown her face before a young marry'd woman upon &s;uch an account: but I &s;corn to &s;ee your Son &s;candaliz'd upon a fal&s;e &s;tory, or be un|de&s;ervedly thought incon&s;tant by &s;uch as &s;hould have a better opinion of him. He has done me many a good turn, and now I'll do him one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your &s;mooth Tongue has made me con|ceive a more favourable opinion of ye; for twasn't only their Surmi&s;es, but I thought as bad of ye my &s;elf too.&mdash; Since I've now found ye otherwi&s;e than we took ye to be, pray &s;ee that you prove &s;till the &s;ame, and you may find a Friend of me: but if ye don't,&mdash; Well, I &s;ay no more for fear of di&s;obliging ye.&mdash; This I'll advi&s;e ye, that you'd rather try what I can do as your Friend, than as your Enemy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll do my be&s;t, Sir, to &s;atisfie ye.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter at a di&s;tance</HI> Phidippus <HI>with a Nur&s;e.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>to the Nur&s;e.</STAGE> I won't &s;ee ye want any thing, but you &s;hall ha' freely what my Hou&s;e will afford; but when you've eat and drank &s;ufficient|ly, pray let the Child &s;uck its belly-full. <STAGE>Ex. Nur&s;e.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>See, there comes our Son's Father-in-law: He has got him a Nur&s;e for the Child.&mdash; Brother! here's Mrs. <HI>Bacchis</HI> &s;wears by all the Gods.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is that &s;he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth, the&s;e &s;ort of Creatures care little for the Gods, and the Gods as little for them.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take my Servants here, rack the truth out of 'em if ye plea&s;e. The bu&s;ine&s;s is now on foot, and I'm oblig'd to reconcile Mr. <HI>Pamphilus</HI> and his Lady; which if I do, I &s;hall get me Credit enough by be|ing the only Per&s;on of m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Profe&s;&s;ion, that would have undertaken &s;uch a Bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Phid<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">pus <HI>walking on one &s;ide.</HI></STAGE> I find upon Examinati a <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 words"> Vives were mightily, out in their Conje<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">tures: <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="4 letters">ver let's make u&s;e o'
<PB N="327" REF="183"> this Woman now, for when your Wife once per|ceives her mi&s;take, &s;he'll quickly be pacify'd; but if <HI>Pamphilus</HI> be angry 'cau&s;e his Wife was brought to Bed privately, that's a trifle, he'll &s;oon be &s;a|tisfyed: And E'dad I can &s;ee nothing i'this bu&s;ine&s;s that's worth falling out about.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth, would it were &s;o as you &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Examine her your &s;elf, &s;ince &s;he's here, &s;he'll &s;atisfie ye, I'll engage for't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>What need all this? Don't ye know my Mind already i'this Matter? Let her but &s;atisfie the Women and I'm content.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>goes to</HI> Bacchis.</STAGE> Troth, Mrs. <HI>Bacchis,</HI> I I mu&s;t de&s;ire ye to be as good as your word to me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Would ye have me go in, Sir, about this bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lach.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes; and &s;atisfie them, that they may be|lieve it too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will, Sir; but I am &s;ure to be no wel|come Gue&s;t there; For a young Woman, parted from her Husband upo' this account, is a mortal Enemy to a Courte&s;an.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bach.</SPEAKER>
<P>They'll be your Friends, when once they know on what Errand you are come.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll pa&s;s my word for that too, when they come to know your bu&s;ine&s;s: For you'll clear them of a Mi&s;take, and your &s;elf of all Su&s;picion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alack-a-day, I'm &s;o a&s;hamed to look Ma|dam <HI>Philumena</HI> i'th' Face.&mdash; <STAGE>To her Maids.</STAGE> Come both of ye after me.</P>
</SP>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Phidippus, Bacchis, <HI>with her two Maids.</HI></STAGE></P>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laches</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>alone.</STAGE>
<P>What could I have wi&s;h'd for more than what has happened to this Woman, that &s;he might pro|cure her &s;elf Fri<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nds without co&s;ting her any thing, and do me a kindne&s;s into the Bargain: For if in
<PB N="328" REF="203"> reality &s;he has withdrawn her &s;elf from <HI>Pamphilus,</HI> it will be very much to her Intere&s;t, Reputation and immortal Honour. For this one Act will for ever oblige my Son, and gain her our Friend&s;hip.</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Laches.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The End of the Fourth Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT V.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Parmeno</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>Enter at a di&s;tance.</STAGE>
<P>O' my Con&s;cience this Ma&s;ter o' mine counts my labour worth nothing; he wou'dn't el&s;e ha'&s;end me thus upon a Fool's Errand as far as the Tower; where I've loyter'd away a whole day in gaping for <HI>Callidemides,</HI> the <HI>Myconian</HI> Friend. There did I &s;it all day like a Simpleton, asking every body that came by, <HI>Pray, Sir,</HI> &s;aid I, <HI>are you a Myconian? No;</HI> &s;ays he. <HI>Is your name</HI> Callidemides? quoth I. <HI>No,</HI> quoth he: <HI>Are you acquainted with one Mr.</HI> Pamphilus? All an&s;wered i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th' Negative. O' my Soul there's no &s;uch Man in the World. Faith, at la&s;t I was damnably out o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Countenance, and fairly &s;lunk away.&mdash;</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Bacchis <HI>and her Maid</HI></STAGE></P>
<P>But what's the meaning of <HI>Bacchis</HI>'s coming out of our Father-in-Law's? What has &s;he to do there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>Parmeno!</HI> You cou'dn't come in a better time. You mu&s;t run for your Ma&s;ter <HI>Pamphilus</HI> in all ha&s;te.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>What for?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><PB N="329" REF="203">Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tell him, I'd pray him to &s;tep hither a little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>To you, Madam?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>No; to his Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's to do there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing about you; therefore don't be &s;o inqui&s;itive.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mu&s;t I &s;ay nothing el&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes; tell him that Madam <HI>Myrrhina</HI> chal|lenges the Ring he formerly ga<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> me, and &s;ays 'twas her Daughters.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I under&s;tand ye: Does the bu&s;ine&s;s require &s;u<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ch ha&s;te?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, indeed: He<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ll be here in a trice, when you tell him of it.&mdash; What are you a&s;leep?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not in the lea&s;t; nor I &s;uppo&s;e an't like to day; for I ha' &s;pent it already in running and trape&s;ing all o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">re the Town. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bacchis</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE> <HI>alone.</HI></STAGE></P>
<P>What great &s;atisfaction has my coming procur'd Mr. <HI>Pamphilus</HI> to day? How many Ble&s;&s;ings have I brought him? And how many troubles have I freed him from? I have &s;aved him a Son, which his Wife, his Mother, and he were thinking to make away with; recovered him a Loving Wife, whom he was ju&s;t upon ca&s;ting off, and cleared him from the unju&s;t Su&s;picions of both his Fathers&mdash; This is the Ring <STAGE>Shewing a Ring on her Hand.</STAGE> That has procured him all this good Fortune. For now I remember about nine months ago, he comes one Evening alone to my Hou&s;e, much out of Breath, and much in Drink: It almo&s;t put me into a Fit; <HI>Prithee my dear</HI> Pam (&s;aid I) <HI>for Love's &s;ake, why &s;o &s;trangely di&s;ordered? Where got ye this Ring? Prithee tell me.</HI> He pretended to mind &s;omething el&s;e? at that I grew more &s;u&s;picious, and urg'd him to tell me: At la&s;t my Gentleman confe&s;&s;es, <HI>That co|ming along the Street he had forced a young Woman he</HI>
<PB N="330" REF="184"> <HI>knew not; and in &s;truggling took the Ring from her. Myrrhina</HI> &s;pyed it ju&s;t now on my Finger, and asked me how I came by't? I told her the whole Story; upon which out came the Di&s;covery, that <HI>Philumena</HI> was the Party he made bold with, and this the Child he got.&mdash; Introth I'm glad I &s;hould be the occa&s;ion of &s;o much Joy to him, tho' others of my Trade would never ha' been &s;o; for it never makes for our Intere&s;t to have our Sparks fond of Matrimony: But upon my Hone&s;ty, the &s;mell of a little Pelf &s;hall never make me to do a ba&s;e thing. Indeed, I had a very free, joll<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, plea|&s;ant Spark of him, whil&s;t it was allowable; and this Match happen'd ill for me, I mu&s;t needs &s;ay: But my comfort is, I've done nothing, that I know of, to de&s;erve &s;o great a Misfortune&punc; 'Tis but Ju|&s;tice to bear &s;ome Inconveniences from him, that has been &s;o good a Friend to me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ter</SPEAKER>
<P>Pamphilus <HI>and</HI> Parmeno <HI>at a di&s;tance.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>to</HI> Parmeno.</STAGE>&mdash; Good <HI>Parmeno,</HI> have a care you give a clear and evident Proof of this Bu|&s;ine&s;s; and that you don't, only for a moment, make me believe my &s;elf extreamly happy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>That Care's over.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>For certain?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, for certain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm in Heaven if it be &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>You<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ll find it &s;o, I'll warrant ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, not &s;o fa&s;t.&mdash; I'm afraid you tell me one thing, and I think 'tis another.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I think you told me that my Mother <HI>Myr|rhina</HI> di&s;covered her own Ring upon <HI>Bacchis</HI>'s Fin|ger&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Right.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; And the very &s;ame I formerly pre|&s;ented to her; and 'twas &s;he bad ye run, and tell me on't&punc; Wasn't it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, &s;he did.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who alive then is a happier and finer Fellow
<PB N="331" REF="184"> than I? what reward mu&s;t I be&s;tow on thee for this kind Me&s;&s;age? what &s;hall I? what? <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> can't imagine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>But I can, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee what?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ju&s;t nothing at all: For I can't &s;ee any thing either in the Me&s;&s;age or Me&s;&s;enger that will turn to your Advantage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall I &s;uffer thee to go unrewarded, that ha&s;t re&s;cued me from the Jaws of Death, and brought me to Life again? Surely thou can&s;t not think me &s;o ungrateful.&mdash; But hold! there walks <HI>Bacchis</HI> before their Door, waiting for me I fancy.&mdash; I'll go to her.</P>
<P><STAGE>Pamphilus <HI>goes up to</HI> Bacchis, Parmeno <HI>keeps his di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mr. <HI>Pamphilus,</HI> your Servant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Bacchis!</HI> My &s;weet <HI>Bacchis!</HI> Thou ha&s;t made me my Dear!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's good News for you, Sir, and I'm heartily glad on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Actions &s;peak it.&mdash; I &s;ee you are &s;till Mi&s;tre&s;s of your old plea&s;ant way, &s;o that your Pre&s;ence, Di&s;cour&s;e, and Conver&s;ation will always be charming, wheree're you go</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>And you, Sir, as I hope for Mercy, are &s;till Ma&s;ter of your old &s;weet Temper, and plea&s;ant Humour: The World can't &s;hew a more accom|pli&s;h'd Gentleman than you, Mr. <HI>Pamphilus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha&mdash; Ha&mdash; He&mdash; This to me <HI>Bacchis?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have made an excellent choice of a Wife, Mr. <HI>Pamphilus;</HI> I never, that I know of, &s;aw her till now: I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">vow, &s;he's a lovely Creature.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are ye in earne&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me peri&s;h, Sir, if I ben't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>But pray did ye tell my Father any thing of this bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not a word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor need ye, not &s;o much as a Syllable: I
<PB N="332" REF="185"> don't de&s;ire this &s;hould prove like a Comedy' where the whole Plot is di&s;cover'd to ev'ry Body. Here only tho&s;e that &s;hould, know all; but tho&s;e that &s;hou'd not, know nothing, but &s;hall <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> lll be i'th' dark.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay more, I'll give a further Argument how ea&s;ie 'tis to conceal it, for Madam <HI>Myrrhina</HI> told her Husband, &s;he was &s;atisfied with my Depo|&s;itions, and believ'd You innocent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;t of all: I hope all things will &s;ucceed according to our wi&s;hes</P>
<P>Par. <HI>comes behind and plucks his ma&s;ter.)</HI> Pray, Sir, mayn't I know what good Office I've done ye to day? and what you two are debating upon?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Sirrah</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>But I gue&s;s tho.&mdash; I re&s;cue him from the Jaws of Death? How did I do that? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Little do&s;t thou think, <HI>Parmeno,</HI> what a piece of Service thou'&s;t done me to day; and from what Troubles thou ha&s;t freed me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Pardon for that, Sir, I know't well enough, and did it on purpo&s;e. <STAGE>Fawningly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>So I fancy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye think poor <HI>Parmeno</HI> &s;hall let a day go over his Head without obliging his Friends?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come on then hone&s;t <HI>Parmeno.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll follow ye, Sir</P>
<P><STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> Pamphilus <HI>and</HI> Bacchis <HI>with her Maids.</HI></STAGE></P>
<STAGE>He turns to the Spectators.</STAGE>
<P>By my Soul, Gentlemen, I've done more good to day, without knowing it, than ever I did de|&s;ignedly in all my Life.&mdash; I hope we ha' pleas'd ye. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>The End of the Mother-in-Law.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
<BACK>
<DIV1 TYPE="remarks">
<PB N="333" REF="185">
<HEAD>REMARKS UPON <HI>Terence's</HI> Comedies.</HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="remarks on the first play">
<HEAD>Remarks upon the Fair Andrian.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT I.</HEAD>
<P>PAg. 1. Lin 5, 6. <HI>You'd ha' care taken of the&s;e things.] Nempe ut curentur recte haec.</HI> The word <HI>Curentur</HI> is by &s;ome thought to be a Term proper to Cookery; but where Authors differ, in this as al&s;o in other places, we make u&s;e of general Words to avoid Errors.</P>
<P>Pag. 3. Lin. 27. <HI>The Fools noos'd, he is &s;mitten.] Certe captus e&s;t, habet</HI> Thus is an Allu&s;ion to the con&s;tant Phra&s;e of the Gladiators, and con&s;equent|ly the beauty of it is lo&s;t in our Language.</P>
<P>Pag. 4. Lin. 6, 7 <HI>For he that has to do with &s;uch &s;ort of Cattel] N<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> qui cum ingeaiis Conflictatur e|ju&s;modi.</HI> This <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> is a word very fine and &s;ignificant; ad<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> inding to all the Shocks and Affaults that <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> ured Man is expo&s;ed to in bad Company, and cannot be ea&s;ily render'd in|to <HI>Engli&s;h.</HI></P>
<PB N="334" REF="186">
<P>Pag. 6. Lin 1. <HI>For had you blam'd him for &s;aving her out of the Flames, what would ye ha done if he had thrown her in?) Nam &s;i illum objurges, vitae qui aeu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">i|lium tulit, quid facias illi, qui dederit damnum aut malum?</HI> This Sentence is &s;o odd, as will hardly ad|mit of an accurate Tran&s;lation without too much flatne&s;s; therefore we have rather kept to the Au|thor's <HI>De&s;ign,</HI> than to the clo&s;e Signification of the Words.</P>
<P>Pag. 8. Lin. 3<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">. <HI>And you &s;ent to Bridewel.] In pi&s;trinum, into the Grinding Hou&s;e; That</HI> being then the mo&s;t common Puni&s;hment for Slaves. Our calling of it <HI>Bridewel,</HI> is only the changing of a Cu&s;tom, by the &s;ame rea&s;on that we afterwards call <HI>Forum,</HI> the <HI>Change,</HI> and al&s;o <HI>Piazza,</HI> becau&s;e 'twas a Publick place of Commerce and Re&s;ort. The like Liberty we have taken in other places.</P>
<P>Pag. 9. Lin. pennlt. <HI>They're re&s;olved to bring it up.] Decreverunt Tollere.</HI> The word <HI>Tollere</HI> &s;igni|fies taking off the Ground? This being an Allu&s;ion to a common in tho&s;e days of expo&s;ing their Children, therefore has more in it than a Tran&s;lation can expre&s;s.</P>
<P>11. Lin. 20. <HI>Some damnable Roguery ith' bot|tom on't.] Aliquid mon&s;trialunt.</HI> That is, the Wo|man has got &s;ome <HI>mon&s;trous Imperfection,</HI> as a <HI>Wood|en Leg,</HI> &s;ome <HI>foul Di&s;ea&s;e,</HI> or the like, which her Friends very indu&s;triou&s;ly &s;mother. Some think that this is a Proverbial Allu&s;ion; the Meaning whereof we have lo&s;t; but that we leave to Cri|ticks.</P>
<P>Pag 18. Lin. 10, 11. <HI>My</HI> Pamphilus ! <HI>you &s;ee,</HI> &amp;c.] <HI>Mi.</HI> Pamphile ! <HI>hujus formam,</HI> &amp;c. The&s;e do|zen Ver&s;es in the Original may &s;erve to give the Reader a Ta&s;te of our Authors Excellency in mo|ving the Pa&s;&s;ions whenever there is occa&s;ion.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="act">
<PB N="335" REF="186">
<HEAD>ACT II.</HEAD>
<P>'TIs ob&s;erved that <HI>Charine</HI> and <HI>Byrrhie</HI> were ad|ded by our Author, and not taken from <HI>Me|nander;</HI> or el&s;e <HI>Philumena</HI> mu&s;t have went unpro|vided, and &s;o have given &s;ome di&s;gu&s;t to the Audi|ence. This <HI>under Plot of Charine</HI> does not only &s;erve to make all end well, but al&s;o to ha&s;ten the <HI>main Plot,</HI> and keep the Stage from Langui&s;hing.</P>
<P>Pag. 18. Lin. 23. <HI>Never a Governantc.] Matro|nam nullam. Matrona</HI> was a Per&s;on, that always a&s;&s;i&s;tled in Weddings, and had a particular Em|ployment about the Bride, as the <HI>Aru&s;pex</HI> had a|bout the Bridegroom. Non-ob&s;ervance of old Cu|&s;toms are allowable in Tran&s;lations of this na|ture.</P>
<P>Pag. 20. Lin. 11. <HI>So that you needn't break a Jot of your own Mea&s;ures for fear of his altering his mind.] Nectu ea cau&s;a minneris haec quae facis, ne is mutet &s;uam Sententiam.</HI> 'Tis a very hard Pa&s;&s;age; there|fore we have done it in as general Terms as we could; perhaps, <HI>You mu&s;tn't leave your old ways, le&s;t</HI> Chermes <HI>&s;hould have a better Opinion of ye,</HI> might be &s;omewhat more intelligible.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT III.</HEAD>
<P>PAg. 25. Lin. 12. <HI>Your Farce wasn't well tim'd Mr. Rogue.] Non &s;at Commode divi&s;a &s;unt temporibus tibi, Dave, haec.</HI> This is an Allu&s;ion to the Thea|tre, and is the &s;ame as if he had &s;aid, <HI>Your Incidents were not well prepar'd.</HI> The Tran&s;lation comes &s;hort of the original, becau&s;e the Rules of the stage were then more &s;trictly ob&s;erv'd.</P>
<P>Ibid. Lin. 26. <HI>In the fir&s;t place let her be well bath<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d.</HI> It was their con&s;tant Cu&s;tom in <HI>Greece,</HI> for
<PB N="336" REF="187"> 2 Lying-in Woman to be immediately put into 2 Bath.</P>
<P>Pag 33. Lin. 12. <HI>What d'ye de&s;erve for your Pains? Quid meritus?</HI> This is an Allu&s;ion to the <HI>A|thenian</HI> Cu&s;tom of &s;aying, <HI>Quid meritus,</HI> to Con|demned Per&s;ons, who&s;e Pains were augmented or dimini&s;hed according to the An&s;wer they gave; there|fore the Grace of this Expre&s;&s;ion is quite lo&s;t in our Language.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT IV.</HEAD>
<P>PAg. 39 Lin. 13. <HI>Take &s;ome of tho&s;e Herbs there] Ex Ara hinc &s;ume Ferbcnas tibi.</HI> It was u&s;ual for the <HI>Athenians</HI> to have an <HI>Altar</HI> at the corner of each Street, daily covered over with fre&s;h Herbs, and ac|cording to all probability, the &s;ame Altar that was meant here. But this &s;ame Word <HI>Altar</HI> was not &s;o nece&s;&s;ary to be taken notice of in a Tran&s;la|tion.</P>
<P>Pag. 42 Lin 3. <HI>Many creditable Women.] Ali|quot fuerunt Liberae;</HI> that is to &s;ay, <HI>Free Citizens,</HI> for Slaves among them were no Witne&s;&s;es. The Phra&s;e, <HI>creditable Women,</HI> is more agreeable to our Cu&s;toms and Language, and al&s;o the Per&s;on's Cha|racter that &s;peaks it.</P>
<P>Pag 43 Lin. 17. <HI>Why, I was told that our</HI> Chry|<HI>&s;is liv'd &s;omewhere down that Lane.]</HI> To make <HI>Crito</HI> &s;peak here like a plain Country Fellow, we believe is neither contrary to his Character nor his Habita|tion, nor yet beneath the Dignity of our Author.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT V.</HEAD>
<P>PAg. 47. Lin 19. <HI>For he looks as grave as an Al|derman, and talks like a Judge.] Tri&s;tis &s;everi|tasine&s;t in Voltu, atque in Verbis &s;ides.</HI> Madam <HI>D a|cier</HI>
<PB N="337" REF="187"> commends this as one of the mo&s;t elegant Lines in all <HI>Terence.</HI></P>
<P>Page 47. line 35, 36. <HI>Tra&s;s him up immedi|tely.] Sublimem hunc intro rape.</HI> The word <HI>Subli|mem,</HI> &s;ignifies the u&s;ual Pri&s;on for Slaves, on the top of the Hou&s;e; which is more than our words <HI>up</HI> means, or indeed, more than a Tran&s;lation ought to take notice of.</P>
<P>Page 48. line 12, 13. <HI>Let him be ty'd Neck and Heels, like a Bea&s;t as he is.] Quadrupedem con|&s;tringito.</HI> It was a Cu&s;tom for the <HI>Athenians</HI> to tie Criminals Hands and Feet together like a Calf. We have done this Pa&s;&s;age according to our own Cu&s;toms, as we do many others of the like Na|ture.</P>
<P>Page 50. line 3, <HI>&amp;c. Only thus much let me beg of ye, that you wou'dn't believe that I &s;uborn'd this old Man,</HI> &amp;c] <HI>Pamphilus</HI> had all the Rea&s;on in the World to endeavour to bring <HI>Simo</HI> and <HI>Crito</HI> together, that &s;o he might clear him&s;elf of &s;uch a Scandal as his Father very rea&s;onably im|puted to him. And this was all the young Gen|tlemans De&s;ign, but the Poet had a far greater. which the Audience cou'dn't &s;o much as &s;u&s;pect: Namely, the Di&s;covery of <HI>Glycerie,</HI> which comes in very naturally.</P>
<P>Page 54. line 8, 9. Pam. <HI>Ah, Sir, 'twasn't well done.</HI> Sim. <HI>I'm &s;ure I ordered it to be well done.]</HI> Pam. <HI>Pater, non recte vinctus e&s;t,</HI> Sim. <HI>Haud ita ju&s;&s;i.</HI> The meaning here is very doubtful; but there is certainly a playing upon the word <HI>Recte;</HI> and not being able to find a better, we took this.</P>
<P>Page 56. line 4. <HI>Send Company to remove her to ours.]</HI> Among the <HI>Athenians,</HI> their Lying-in Wo|men were u&s;ually well enough to go abroad in a days time.</P>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="remarks on the second play">
<PB N="338" REF="188">
<HEAD><HI>Remarks upon the</HI> Eunuch.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT I.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 60. line 8, <HI>&amp;c. What? Go to her? When a Rival's preferr'd? My &s;elf refus'd? Even En|trance deny'd me?</HI> The&s;e Words expre&s;s a great Pa&s;&s;ion, con&s;i&s;ting chiefly in the acting.</P>
<P>Page 61. line 21. <HI>And went an even pace.] Ac pariter fieret.</HI> The Word <HI>Pariter</HI> is a Metaphor taken from the Pairing of Hor&s;es in a Chariot, where both bear an equal &s;hare; therefore not to be &s;o finely expre&s;&s;ed in <HI>Engli&s;h.</HI></P>
<P>Page 62. line 10. <HI>Mum, mum for that.] Po|te&s;t taceri hoc.</HI> Madam <HI>D'acier</HI> ob&s;erves, that this is the mo&s;t malicious Saying of <HI>Parmeno's</HI> that could be. 'Tis as much as to &s;ay, <HI>Your Mother was a Whore, and I ve nothing to &s;ay again&s;t it.</HI> And this appears from her removing from place to place, the common &s;ign of &s;uch People in tho&s;e days.</P>
<P>Page 66. line 8, 9. <HI>Who&s;e Brother I hope I've in a manner found out.]</HI> Our Author's Contri|vance is very remarkable, for &s;o ingeniou&s;ly keep|ing <HI>Thais</HI> from &s;peaking any thing of <HI>Chremes, Pamphila's</HI> Brother, till <HI>Parmeno</HI> and his Ma&s;ter were gone: A thing which (if di&s;covered) would have &s;poiled the whole Plot.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT II.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 67. lin. 26. <HI>How, Sir! What three live-long days?] Hui Univor&s;um triduum?</HI> The word <HI>U|nivor&s;um,</HI> by rea&s;on of its immediate following
<PB N="339" REF="188"> of <HI>Totum,</HI> has a peculiar Grace and Signification which our Engli&s;h Tongue will not reach to-Madam <HI>D'acier</HI> is content to repeat the &s;ame words, but we have try'd to give it a lift.</P>
<P>Page 74. line 10. <HI>To tell your Father that he mu&s;t not fail to be at the Court.] Nuncies Patri, ad|vocatus mane mihi e&s;&s;et ut meminerit.</HI> The word <HI>Advocatus</HI> here &s;ignifies a Pleader a Sollicitor, or perhaps a Witne&s;s, and &s;ometimes only a Friend. But in a Tran&s;lation there was no need of being &s;o particular.</P>
<P>Pag. 76. line 32. <HI>Ay, but my Bones will &s;mard for't.] At enim i&s;thaec in me cudetur faba.</HI> As much as to &s;ay, <HI>My Body mu&s;t be their Thre&s;hing floor.</HI> Criticks differ about the meaning of it: But however 'tis an Allu&s;ion, and a Proverbial Say|ing, which would &s;ound but indifferently in a clo&s;e Tran&s;lation.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT III.</HEAD>
<P>PAg. 82. line 28. <HI>You'd be content to do the mo&s;&s; &s;ordid thing in the World for a livelihood. E Flama petre te cibum po&s;&s;e Arbitror.</HI> It was a Cu|&s;tom among them to throw Victuals into the Fire after the dead Body; and 'twas reckoned one of the meane&s;t things in the world to eat that, and the greate&s;t Affront to be told of it. Therefore to come nigh the Original here were to lo&s;e more of the Grace of it than we have now.</P>
<P>Pag. 88. line 8. <HI>But what Good, &amp;c.] At queno Deum? Qui templa coeli &s;umma &s;onitu concutit</HI> This is a verylofty Pa&s;&s;age, taken, as <HI>Donatus</HI> &s;ays, from <HI>Ennius</HI> in his <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> and neatly fit|ted for this place.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="act">
<PB N="340" REF="189">
<HEAD>ACT IV.</HEAD>
<P>PAg. 90. line 15. <HI>Whips her Gold and Jewels into this Casket.]</HI> The&s;e were certain Ornaments that the Laws of <HI>Athens</HI> forbad <HI>Courte&s;ans</HI> to wear publickly in the Streets.</P>
<P>Ibid. line 35. <HI>Tis better to be almo&s;t di&s;tanc'd, than to be quite thrown out of the Race.] Certe ex|trema linea amare, hand nihil e&s;t.</HI> This is an Al|lu&s;ion to their Cu&s;tom of Chariot Races, where the Racers were rewarded according to the Marks or Lines they fir&s;t arrived at.</P>
<P>Pag. 100. line 12, 13. <HI>Had we but a Mortar now to play upon 'em under the Covert way; one Bomb would make <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">om &s;camper.] Fundam tibi nunc nimis vellem dari, ut tu illos procul hine ex occulto caederes: Facerent fugam.</HI> The liberty we have here taken is only changing of a cu&s;tom; perhaps a Squib or a Cracker might have done as well; <HI>Gnat<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">o</HI> being &s;omewhat upon the Droll with the Captain.</P>
<P>P. 102. l. 14, 15. <HI>Take your Army into Quarters of Refre&s;hment i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th' Kitchin.] Domi focique fac Vi|ci&s;&s;im ut memiveris.</HI> Th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s pa&s;&s;age is admirable in the Original, and its Beauty can't be pre&s;erv'd in our Tongue, which con&s;i&s;ts in the words <HI>Domi focique,</HI> and the Verb <HI>Memineris.</HI> 'Tis an Allu|&s;ion to Generals bidding their Souldiers (upon all de&s;perate attempts) to think <HI>on their Hou&s;es and warm Chimneys at home,</HI> which were taken for the chief Ble&s;&s;ing of a Souldier; and the word <HI>Memineris</HI> was then their con&s;tant word of En|ouragement, which al&s;o is lo&s;t in our Tongue.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT V.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 108. Line 12, 13 <HI>Faith I'll be even with you for your <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="4 letters">eries,</HI> &amp;c.] It was excellent|ly
<PB N="341" REF="189"> contriv'd of <HI>Terence,</HI> to make <HI>Parmeno</HI> and <HI>Pythia</HI> perpetually to quarrel and hate one ano|ther. For upon this depends the whole Action. By this means old <HI>Laches</HI> (who comes upon the Stage purely by accident) is brought into <HI>Thais</HI>'s Hou&s;e, and the <HI>Cata&s;trophe</HI> wound up with the greate&s;t Addre&s;s imaginable. This is a remark|able in&s;tance of his admirable Art, in bringing about his <HI>Incidents</HI> contrary to the Expectations of the Audience.</P>
<P>Page 117 Line 4. <HI>Here's to the fleecing and jeer|ing the Cully to death.] Hunc comedendum &amp; deri|dendum vobis propino.</HI> The Grace of the word <HI>Propino</HI> cannot be kept up in our Tongue. <HI>Pro|pinare, <GAP DESC="foreign">, properly &s;ignifies (according to their Cu&s;toms) to ta&s;te or drink a little fir&s;t,</HI> and then give the Cup to another. <HI>Gnatho</HI> alludes to this, and after an ingenious manner turns the u&s;e of the word from drinks to other things. As much as to &s;ay, <HI>Gentlemen I've had the fir&s;t Soup of this Blunderbu&s;s, now you may take the re&s;t.</HI> Some Copies have <HI>Prebeo</HI> in&s;tead of <HI>Propino,</HI> but the Nature of the Ver&s;e &s;hews that to be fal&s;e.</P>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="remarks on the third play">
<HEAD><HI>Remarks upon the</HI> Self-Tormenter.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT I.</HEAD>
<P>IT' has been much doubted in what place, and at what time the Scene opens. To clear that as &s;hort as po&s;&s;ible, it ought to be ob&s;erved, that <HI>Chremes</HI> coming home pretty late one Evening, ju&s;t by his Hou&s;e he meets with <HI>Menedeme,</HI> who had his Working-Tools upon his Shoulders, as being ju&s;t come out of his Field, and there they
<PB N="342" REF="190"> began their Di&s;cour&s;e together. That the Scene was by <HI>Chremes</HI> and <HI>Menedeme</HI>'s Doors, and not in <HI>Menedeme</HI>'s Working-Field, appears from <HI>Cli|<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ipho</HI>'s coming out of <HI>Chremes</HI>s Hou&s;e at the lat|ter-end of the fir&s;t Act, and by a great many o|ther Circum&s;tances afterwards: And that it was late is plain from <HI>Pag.</HI> 122. line 5, 6.&mdash; <HI>Or come home never &s;o late at Night, there you're at it, dig|ging,</HI> &amp;c. Now the Scene opens after this late time.</P>
<P>Page 122. line 20. &amp;c.] <HI>And therefore you may take what I &s;ay either by way of Advice, or by way of Enquiry; that if what you do be well, I may do &s;o too; if ill, I may divert you from it.] Vel me monere hoc, vel percontari puta; rectum e&s;t, ego ut faciam; non; te ut deterream:</HI> The&s;e two Ver&s;es are very fine and elaborate, and the Grace of 'em &s;eems peculiar to the <HI>Latin</HI> Tongue. Here <HI>Ego ut faciam</HI> an&s;wers to <HI>percontari; te ut deterream,</HI> to <HI>Monere.</HI> Be&s;ides <HI>percontari</HI> is an Allu&s;ion to the Marriner's Word, when they fathom the Sea, and con&s;e|quently better than our Word <HI>Enquiry.</HI></P>
<P>Page 123. line 4. <HI>Don't tire your &s;elf &s;o.] Ne labora.</HI> Mo&s;t have thought that <HI>Menedeme</HI> was working in his Field at this time, and <HI>Chremes</HI> by &s;aying <HI>ne Labora</HI> de&s;ir'd him to leave off. But this mi&s;take appears by what has been &s;aid before. So that this <HI>ne Labora,</HI> was as much as to &s;ay, <HI>Don't weary and burden your &s;elf with the great weight of the&s;e Tools.</HI></P>
<P>Page 125. line 24. <HI>This is</HI> Bacchus'<HI>s Day.] Dony&s;ia hic &s;unt.</HI> The <HI>Athenians</HI> had many Fea&s;ts of <HI>Bacchus,</HI> but two above all the re&s;t, one in the Spring, and the other in Autumn. Now this it &s;eems was that in Autumn, called <HI>Diony&s;ia in agris,</HI> the place where this Scene lay,</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="act">
<PB N="343" REF="190">
<HEAD>ACT II.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 135. line 9. <HI>We<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ll have her to your Mothers]</HI></P>
<P>Upon this Sentence depends the main Plot; and truly here is an admirable Contrivance through mo&s;t of this Scene, not only to bring about <HI>Syrus</HI> or <HI>Clitipho</HI>'s De&s;ign mo&s;t ingeniou&s;ly, but al&s;o the <HI>Poets,</HI> which was the Di&s;covery of <HI>Antiphila.</HI></P>
<P>Page 138, line 31. <HI>I can &s;carce contain my &s;elf old Boy,</HI> &amp;c.] In this all the common Books are in an Error, in making this to be &s;poken by <HI>Clinie,</HI> whereas indeed 'tis <HI>Clitipho,</HI> who doesn't go off the Stage, as 'tis generally believed, but only hides him&s;elf.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT III.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 141. line 25. <HI>With a great Luggage of Gol|den Trappings,] Ornatas ve&s;te, atque Auro,</HI> It was the Cu&s;tom among their Courte&s;ans to have Servants to carry their Finery for 'em, which was commonly &s;uch as the <HI>Athenian</HI> Laws forbad them to wear publickly. Some think that <HI>Ornatas, &amp;c.</HI> &s;ignifies her Maids fine Cloaths, but this has no probabi&s;ity.</P>
<P>Page 144. line 22. <HI>You're Heart of Oak.] Aqui|lae Senectus.</HI> The <HI>Latin</HI> is a Proverbial Allu&s;ion to the Strength and Vigor of Eagles, who never die before they are old, and then they are always drinking. For this rea&s;on have we taken a Pro|verb of our own, us'd upon Fuddling occa&s;ions.</P>
<P>Page 145. line <HI>ult. I don't u&s;e to fail, Sire.] Non e&s;t mentiri meum.</HI> The Sen&s;e of this place &s;eems to have been mi&s;taken by mo&s;t People.</P>
<P>Page 151. <HI>line antepenult. That, if &s;he dy<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d, &s;he</HI>
<PB N="344" REF="191"> <HI>might ha' carry'd away &s;ome Token of our kindne&s;s.]</HI> This Pa&s;&s;age is grounded upon an old <HI>Heathen</HI> Cu&s;tom of tho&s;e Times; for they believed it a very great Crime for a Child to die, without po&s;|fe&s;&s;ing &s;ome part of its Parents Goods.</P>
<P><HI>Ibid.</HI> line <HI>ult. So you &s;aved the Childs Life, and had your own Humour into the Bargain?] Con&s;er|va&s;ti te atque illam.</HI> This is a difficult Pa&s;&s;age, but the former Remark help to explain it; &s;o it is Paraphra&s;tically thus, <HI>Be&s;ides the &s;aving of your Daughter you've had the Satisfaction of di&s;charg|ing your Con&s;cience in not parting from her empty|handed.</HI></P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT IV.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 154. line 6. <HI>Yes, for I was by at the Di&s;co|very.</HI> This Pa&s;&s;age plainly &s;hews <HI>Syrus</HI> went in with <HI>Chremes</HI> and <HI>So&s;trata,</HI> and &s;o left the Stage clear; con&s;equently the Fourth Act mu&s;t needs begin where we have made it.</P>
<P>Page 158 line 34. Clinie <HI>has told his Father that</HI> Bacchis <HI>is your Sons Mi&s;tre&s;s, &amp;c.]</HI> This is the beginning of a cunning Artifice, chiefly to amu&s;e <HI>Chremes,</HI> and the more ingeniou&s;ly to bring in what he &s;ays, <HI>Page 160 line 2, 3. But for the Money I told ye your Daughter owes to</HI> Bacchis, &amp;c. and likewi&s;e to create a Pretence for <HI>Clitipho's</HI> carrying the Money him&s;elf, without which the Cheat might have been di&s;cover'd too &s;oon.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT V.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 164. line 13. <HI>This &s;ame A&s;&s;i&s;tant, Coun|&s;ellor, and &s;age Director o' mine.] Sed hic Ad|utor meus, &amp; Minitor, &amp; Premon&s;trator.</HI> The&s;e three Words, <HI>Adjutor, Monitor, Premon&s;trator,</HI>
<PB N="345" REF="191"> are taken from the Theatres, &s;ignifying &s;uch a teach and prompt the Actors. We have given the natural Sen&s;e, but their Beauty con&s;i&s;ts in the Figurative Sen&s;e, for which we want &s;uitable Words; only <HI>Prompter</HI> might perhaps have done well enough, if we had made one Word &s;erve for three, as the <HI>French</HI> Lady in effect has done.</P>
<P>Page 169 line 7, 8. <HI>I ll be hanged if the Ra&s;cal dare ha' &s;erv'd a poor Friendle&s;s Widow &s;o as he &s;er|ved me.] Viduae mulieri,</HI> where lies the Empha&s;is. Widows among the Ancients were looked upon as the mo&s;t &s;hiftle&s;s, helple&s;s Creatures of all; therefore the force of <HI>Viduae mulieri</HI> is much weak|ened in our Language. <HI>The meane&s;t Slave upon Earth,</HI> would have better come up to the Original.</P>
<P>Page 171. line 3, 4. <HI>For my part I don't believe you are any of their Son.]</HI> Here is an excellent Con|trivance of <HI>Terence,</HI> in making <HI>Syrus</HI> propo&s;e &s;uch a bu&s;ine&s;s to <HI>Clitipho,</HI> as to que&s;tion his Parents; which does not only much heighten the Character of <HI>Clitipho,</HI> but mo&s;t dextrou&s;ly and naturally brings all to an end in due time.</P>
<P>Page 172. line <HI>penult. What becau&s;e he's &s;o like my new-found Daughter?] Quod &s;ilia e&s;t Inventa?</HI> This is a very difficult Pa&s;&s;age, and if we had come nigher to the Original, we could have &s;carce made it Sen&s;e, however not clear and intelligible.</P>
<P>Page 173 line <HI>penult. &amp; ult. No! tho' you had &s;prung out of my fertile Brain, as</HI> Pallas <HI>they &s;ay did from mighty</HI> Jove's.] <HI>Non, &s;i ex capite &s;is meo natus, item ut aiunt Minervam e&s;&s;e ex Jove.</HI> This may be thought too lofty for Comedy, but if we con&s;ider it proceeds from <HI>Chremcs's</HI> extream Pa&s;&s;ion, we &s;hall &s;ee 'tis not only fine but al&s;o natural. Upon this <HI>Horace</HI> in his <HI>Art of Poetry</HI> lays down this Rule;</P>
<P><HI>Interdum tamen &amp; vocem Comedia tollit,</HI></P>
<P><HI>Iratu&s;que</HI> Chermes <HI>tumido delitigat ore.</HI></P>
<PB N="346" REF="192">
<P>Page 174. line 11, 12. <HI>I'm a&s;ham'd to name the filthy Word before your Mother.]</HI> The <HI>Greeks</HI> and <HI>Romans</HI> were obliged both by their Religion and Policy not to mention any thing that &s;o much as &s;avoured of ob&s;cenity before their Wives.</P>
<P>Page 175. line 25, 26. <HI>That Carrat-pated, Wall-ey'd, Pimple-fac'd, Hook-nos'd Creature?] Rufamne illam virginem, ce&s;iam, &s;par&s;o cre adunco na&s;o?</HI> Here is a Happine&s;s in our Language, which in compo&s;ition of Words far excels all o|ther Languages that are known to the&s;e We&s;tern parts of the World; the <HI>Greek</HI> indeed &s;urpa&s;&s;es it.</P>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="remarks on the fourth play">
<HEAD>Remarks upon the Brothers.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT I.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 179. line 5. <HI>That went to bring him home.] Qui adver&s;um ierant. Adver&s;um</HI> is an extra|ordinary proper word in this place; for Waiting|men were call'd <HI>Adver&s;itores.</HI> Our Tongue &s;eems to want a good Word for it, except the <HI>U&s;her</HI> will do, which is not &s;o proper in this place neither.</P>
<P>Page 184. line 25. <HI>He told me he would take up and marry.</HI> Here <HI>Micio</HI> di&s;covers a very material thing to the Audience, and knows little of it him&s;elf. For as yet <HI>E&s;chine</HI> had not told him whom he de&s;ign'd to marry. This &s;eems to be a meat Ca&s;t of our Poets Skill.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT II.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 185. line 17, 18. San <HI>I am a Woman-Mer|chant.</HI> E&s;ch. <HI>A Cock-Bawd you mean.]</HI> San. <HI>Pgo</HI>
<PB N="347" REF="192"> <HI>Leno Sum.</HI> E&s;ch. <HI>Scio.</HI> The&s;e Women-Merchants had peculiar Priviledges in <HI>Athens,</HI> and were Per&s;ons of &s;ome Repute; but becau&s;e &s;uch Peo|ple are more &s;candalous among us, we have taken the liberty of tran&s;lating <HI>Sico,</HI> according to the Notion we have of tho&s;e Creatures.</P>
<P>Page 186. line 32. <HI>D'ye know who I am, Sir?] No&s;tion qui &s;im?</HI> The&s;e words have a peculiar Meaning in the Original, which is lo&s;t in the Tran&s;lation. For <HI>No&s;ti me?</HI> and <HI>No&s;ti qui &s;im?</HI> Are the u&s;ual and common words between Deb|tors and Creditors at the Bar. Therefore <HI>Sannio</HI> in &s;aying <HI>No&s;tin qui &s;im?</HI> Did in effect &s;ay, <HI>Do I owe you any Money, Sir?</HI></P>
<P>Page 188. line 31, <HI>&amp;c. 1 hear my Ma&s;ter and you have had a kind of a Scuffle.</HI> San. <HI>A Scuffle d'ye call it? Never was the like &s;urely.] Cum Hero ne&s;cio quid concerta&s;&s;e?</HI> San. <HI>Nunquam vidi ini|quius concertationem comparatam.</HI> The Grace of the Original con&s;i&s;ts in the words, <HI>Concerta&s;&s;e</HI> and <HI>Comparatam;</HI> the fir&s;t being a proper Term to im|ply an Equality between <HI>E&s;chine</HI> and <HI>Sannio,</HI> and the latter a word borrow'd from the Gladiator's mea&s;uring their Swords; the Beauty of both which is lo&s;t in the Tran&s;lation.</P>
<P>Page 191. line 21, <HI>&amp;c. He has taken upon him&s;elf all the Cur&s;es, Scandals, Love-Matters, and Mi&s;carriages that belong to me.] E&s;chine</HI> in taking all upon him&s;elf, de&s;igned purely to ob|lige his Brother; but the <HI>Poet</HI> de&s;igned it to bring about the main Incident, <HI>(Viz. E&s;chine</HI>'s Mar|riage) mo&s;t naturally and dexterou&s;ly. This <HI>Under-Plot</HI> of <HI>Clitipho</HI> and the <HI>Mu&s;ick-Girl</HI> is ad|mirably woven into the <HI>plot;</HI> and is an excellent in&s;tance to &s;hew how u&s;eful and beautiful an <HI>Un|der-Plot</HI> may be, and &s;till pre&s;erve the <HI>Unity of Action.</HI></P>
<PB N="348" REF="193">
<P>Page 192. line <HI>ult. I'll march home with Plenty of Provi&s;ions.] Convortam me domum cum ob&s;onio.</HI> Here <HI>Syrus</HI> &s;peaks as great as he can, for the word <HI>Convortam</HI> belongs to Magnificence, and Tri|umph; which is almo&s;t lo&s;t in our Tongue: In|deed, the word <HI>March</HI> would have been better, were it not now us'd upon every &s;light and trivial account.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT III.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 195. line 1, <HI>Pi&s;h! Don't trouble me who|ever you are.</HI> Madam <HI>D'acier</HI> &s;ays, that the <HI>Greeks</HI> took delight in &s;taying the Slaves in the Streets, and amu&s;ing 'em, that &s;o their Ma&s;ters might beat them for loytering, when they come home. It &s;eems <HI>Geta</HI> thought that <HI>So&s;trata</HI> &s;erved him &s;o.</P>
<P>Page 195. line 33. <HI>He'd put the Infant on his Fathers Knees.]</HI> It was a con&s;tant Cu&s;tom among the <HI>Greeks,</HI> whenever they had a Child, immedi|ately to put it upon their Grand fathers Knees; probably to give them the Plea&s;ure of &s;eeing them&s;elves live again in a new Race.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT IV.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 206. line 16. <HI>The fir&s;t that report it.] Pri|mus porro obnuncio.</HI> The word <HI>Obnuncio</HI> is very proper, it &s;ignifies the telling of ill News, and is always taken in a bad Sen&s;e. We have no word to an&s;wer it in our Tongue that we know of.</P>
<P>Page 209. line 15. <HI>Make this day as long as I <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">an.] Hunc producam diem.</HI> The word <HI>Produco</HI> is a Funeral Term, and has a double Signification. Perhaps it might have been as proper to have &s;aid: <HI>I'll bury this Day in Plea&s;ures.</HI></P>
<PB N="349" REF="193">
<P>Page 214. line 1. <HI>But I'm afraid you don't mind your own Concerns, &amp;c.]</HI> The&s;e dozen Ver&s;es in the Original mo&s;t admirably &s;hew the gentle Chidings of an indulgent Father; and there's &s;carce a Word but de&s;erves Con&s;ideration, each of them making &s;o deep an Impre&s;&s;ion upon a gene|rous Mind.</P>
<P>Page 217. line 29. <HI>And thou, pretty Child, wilt hobble out the Hay among 'em?] Tu inter eas re&s;tim ductans &s;altabis.</HI> This Phra&s;e, <HI>Re&s;tim ductans,</HI> is an Allu&s;ion to their old way of Dancing, but whether with a Rope, as the word <HI>Re&s;tis</HI> &s;eems to imply, or with joyned hands, metaphorically &s;o called, we leave to Criticks in Antiquity. We have tran&s;lated it <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ighe&s;t to our Cu&s;toms, and <HI>Demea</HI>'s Character.</P>
<P>Page 219. line 21. <HI>He<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ll be no welcome Reveller.] Comi&s;&s;atorem haud &s;ane Commodum.</HI> The word <HI>Commi&s;&s;ator,</HI> properly &s;ignifies one a little in drink that goes in Ma&s;querade to &s;ome new Com|pany, and &s;urprizes them with his &s;udden and unexpected coming: So that this is much more expre&s;&s;ive than our <HI>Reveller.</HI></P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT V.</HEAD>
<P>HEre our Author is not &s;o clear indin&s;tingui&s;h|ing his <HI>Acts</HI> as in other places; for tho<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> we have followed Madam <HI>D<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">acier</HI> in making the Fifth Act begin at <HI>Parata a nobis &s;unt,</HI> yet we think we might with as much, or more rea&s;on have made it begin at <HI>Defe&s;&s;us &s;um Ambulando.</HI> The common Books are undoubtedly all fal&s;e in this Point.</P>
<P>Page 221<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> line 28. <HI>Many Ob&s;ervations may be made, Brother, upon two Per&s;ons doing the &s;ame thing,</HI> &amp;c.] Here <HI>Micio</HI> is hard put to't, which
<PB N="350" REF="194"> makes him talk a little ob&s;curely. In truth, <HI>Micio,</HI> thro mo&s;t of this Scene, tho in very few words, &s;ays all that can be &s;aid to excu&s;e his Ne|phew's Extravagancies: And <HI>Terence</HI>'s Conduct is excellent in this place, making <HI>Micio</HI> a&s;&s;wage his brother &s;o plau&s;ibly, and with &s;o much colour of Rea&s;on, when the Ca&s;e would bear it &s;o ill.</P>
<P>Page 225. line 30. <HI>Bid</HI> Babylo <HI>tell out half a hundred Guineas quick.]</HI> Interpreters &s;eem much puzzled to find out who this <HI>Babylo</HI> is. Whether it be <HI>Micio,</HI> or a Banker, or any one el&s;e, 'tis not material; and whether this Money is for <HI>E&s;chine, Cte&s;ipho, Syrus,</HI> or <HI>Sannio,</HI> the Humour is &s;till the &s;ame, and as well carryed on.</P>
<P>Page 228. line 32. <HI>And took care of a Debauch in the Morning for 'em.] Apparar ede die Convivium. Demea</HI> mentions this as an unu&s;ual thing, becau&s;e the <HI>Romans</HI> had their Fea&s;ts, great Entertain|ments, <HI>&amp;c.</HI> always in the night; and to make a full Meal before that time was &s;candalous.</P>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="remarks on the fifth play">
<HEAD>Remarks upon the Tricks of Phormio.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT. I.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 233. line 11, <HI>&amp;c. All that this poor Fellow now, by &s;tarving him&s;elf, has bit by bit, with much ado, &s;craped together out of his pityful Allowance mu&s;t go at one Swoop; People never con&s;idering the Pains it co&s;t him the getting.] Quod ille unciatim, vix, de demen&s;o &s;uo &s;uum defraudans Genium compar|&s;it mi&s;er, id illa uni<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> er&s;um abripiet, haud exi&s;timans Juanto labore partum.</HI> The&s;e three Ver&s;es and a half are extream fine and elaborate; All as far as <HI>Mi&s;er</HI> is an exact and regular <HI>Climax,</HI> almo&s;t
<PB N="351" REF="194"> every Word having a con&s;iderable Empha&s;is. After that, the Word <HI>Abripiet</HI> an&s;wers to <HI>Conra|ditur,</HI> five Lines before; <HI>&V;niver&s;um,</HI> to <HI>&V;nciatim vix,</HI> and <HI>de demen&s;o &s;uo,</HI> and <HI>haud exi&s;timans, quanto labore partum,</HI> to <HI>&s;uum defraudans Genium,</HI> and <HI>Compar&s;it mi&s;er:</HI> So that our Tran&s;lation may well fall &s;hort of it.</P>
<P>Page 236. line 23. <HI>Would have made her very di&s;agreeable.] Haec formam extinguerunt.</HI> The word <HI>Extinguo,</HI> is an excellent Word in this place, belonging properly to Beauty, for the word <HI>Forma</HI> by its Derivation is ob&s;erved to &s;ig|nifie Light, Flame, Heat.</P>
<P>Page 237. line 28. Antipho <HI>was per&s;waded, the Bu&s;ine&s;s done, the Cau&s;e tried, we Ca&s;t, and he mar|ryed.] Per&s;ua&s;um e&s;t homini; factum e&s;t; Ven|tum e&s;t: Vincimur: Duxit.</HI> This is very conci&s;e and comprehen&s;ive in the Original. But yet oftentimes (as in this Pa&s;&s;age for in&s;tance), our <HI>Tongu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI> has a Happine&s;s equal to the <HI>Latin</HI> in &s;hortne&s;s of Expre&s;&s;ion; and where there is a Compo&s;ition of Words, Superior.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT II.</HEAD>
<P>WE have made the Second <HI>Act</HI> begin at <HI>Adeone rem redii&s;&s;e,</HI> dividing the fir&s;t <HI>Act</HI> of the com|mon Books into two, and joyning the <HI>Second</HI> and <HI>Third</HI> into one. For 'tis plain there's a <HI>Ce&s;&s;ation of Action,</HI> and the <HI>Stage clear'd at, Da hoc Dorcio:</HI> But there's neither at, <HI>Scd eccum ip&s;um video in <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">mporc huc &s;e recipere;</HI> All which Ver&s;e Madam <HI>D'acier,</HI> to make a <HI>Ce&s;&s;ation</HI> more likely, has l<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ft out, when there was no other occa&s;ion but that, for her doing &s;o.</P>
<P>Page 242. line 30. <HI>And let not his hu&s;&s;ing and hectoring da&s;h you out of Countenance.] Ne &s;uis to</HI>
<PB N="352" REF="195"> <HI>Irutus &s;aevi victis protelet.</HI> The word <HI>Protelet</HI> is a Term borrowed from the Husband-men, and &s;ig|nifies the &s;poiling or breaking of a Furrow by cro&s;&s;ing it with a Plough. The Beauty of it lies in the Figurative Sen&s;e which is lo&s;t in our Tongue.</P>
<P>Page 245. line 28. <HI>Sir, if my Cou&s;in</HI> Antipho <HI>had committed a Fault to the Prejudice either of his Honour or E&s;tate,</HI> &amp;c.] Here is a remarkable in|&s;tance of our Authors Clo&s;ene&s;s and Solidity of Sen&s;e, in making <HI>Phedrie</HI> here, and <HI>Geta</HI> &s;oon after, to &s;ay &s;o much in a bad Cau&s;e, and that in &s;o few Words too.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT III.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 252 line 26. <HI>I &s;ay</HI> Stilpho, <HI>as if you didn't&mdash; know him.]</HI> 'Tis very remarkable that <HI>Phor|mio</HI> &s;hould &s;peak &s;o important a Truth unknown both to him&s;elf and <HI>Demipho.</HI> The Poet makes it an ingenious Preparation to the Probability of the Concealment and Di&s;covery of <HI>Phanie;</HI> tho <HI>Phormio</HI>'s De&s;ign was quite otherwi&s;e.</P>
<P>Page 257. line 2. <HI>Out-hectored your Father.] Confutavit verbis Senem</HI> The word <HI>Confuto</HI> is a proper Term in Cookery, us'd commonly for pouring cold Water into a Pot that boils over: Perhaps we might ha' render'd it more properly&mdash; cooled the old Mans Courage.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT IV.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 264. line 4. <HI>To take me to my Heels.] &V;t me excutiam. Excutio</HI> &s;ignifies to <HI>&s;hake,</HI> and Madam <HI>D<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">acier</HI> &s;ays, 'twas cu&s;tomary for the <HI>Greeks</HI> and Ea&s;tern People, to &s;hake their Cloaths at the Door of the Hou&s;e they went from.</P>
<PB N="353" REF="195">
<P>Page 265. line 21, 22. <HI>I've been hammering upo' the &s;ame thing, and fancy I've thought of an Expedient.] Geta</HI>'s Expedient was the putting <HI>Phanie</HI> upon <HI>Phormio.</HI> Here are four &s;everal De&s;igns in it. <HI>Geta</HI>'s de&s;ign was to cheat the old Men of their Money. <HI>Demipho</HI>'s and <HI>Chremes</HI>'s de&s;ign was to part <HI>Antipho</HI> and <HI>Phanie,</HI> in order to marry him el&s;ewhere. But the Poet had a double de&s;ign; Fir&s;t, naturally to bring about <HI>Phanie</HI>'s di&s;covery in due time; And &s;econdly, to make the old Men and <HI>Phormio</HI> fall out, the natural Con&s;equence being the adju&s;ting of <HI>Phe|drie</HI>'s Concerns, and making all end well.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT V.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 273. line 5. <HI>We &s;hou'dn't have out-run the Con&s;table.] Ita fugias, ne preter Ca&s;am.</HI> This is one of the mo&s;t difficult Pa&s;&s;ages in all <HI>Terence,</HI> and Interpreters very much differ about it, &s;ome making it <HI>praeter Cau&s;am.</HI> The mo&s;t probable Meaning &s;eems to be Paraphra&s;ti<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ally thus: <HI>Go where you plea&s;e, &s;o you keep your Eye upon your Hou&s;e, and give Rogues no advantage over you.</HI> If our <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Proverb, <HI>Out-run the Con&s;table,</HI> &s;hould not an&s;wer it in all re&s;pects, 'tis more our Unhap|pine&s;s than our Fault.</P>
<P>Page 284. line 29, 30. <HI>They make towards me like a couple of Bullies to hector me. Hi gladiatorio animo ad me affectant viam.</HI> This is a Metaphor taken from the <HI>Roman</HI> Gladiators, who went with a Re&s;olution to kill or be kill'd. If we had made it, <HI>They make towards me like bloody-minded Fellows, that will neither give nor take Quarter,</HI> it migh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> perhaps have been nigher to the Original But &s;uch a Liberty as ours is allowable where we have neither Cu&s;tom nor Words to expre&s;s it clo&s;ely.</P>
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<P>Page 288. line 19. <HI>I'll &s;erve him the &s;ame &s;a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ce, I'll warrant him] Faxo Tali eum mactatum, atque hic e&s;t, infortunio.</HI> The Word <HI>Mactatum</HI> is bor|rowed from their Sacrifices, and properly &s;ignifies <HI>Magis auctum.</HI> The Grace of it con&s;i&s;ts in the Figurative Sen&s;e, and the comical joyning it with <HI>Infortunio;</HI> which is lo&s;t in our Language.</P>
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<HEAD>Remarks upon the Mother-in-law.</HEAD>
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<HEAD>ACT I.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 294. line 10, <HI>&amp;c. Ah! what pity 'tis, that I had not that Youth and Beauty of yours, or you tho&s;e Sentiments of the&s;e Matters that I have.] Eheu me mi&s;eram! Cur non aut i&s;thaec mihi aetas &amp; forma e&s;t, aut tibi haec &s;ententia.</HI> The&s;e two V<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r&s;es are very fine, and extream hard to be equalled in a Tran&s;lation. To have made it more like the Ori|giual, perhaps this might have done better: <HI>Ah, what pity 'tis, I han't your Youth and Beauty, or you but my Di&s;cretion.</HI></P>
<P>Page 295. line <HI>Penult. Mr.</HI> Pamphilus <HI>was <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> very height of his Pa&s;&s;ion for Mrs.</HI> Bacchis, <HI>when his Father began to be earne&s;t with him to marry,</HI> &amp;c.] This is the beginning of a mo&s;t material <HI>Narration,</HI> which may be reckoned one of the be&s;t in <HI>Terence;</HI> e&s;pecially if we con&s;ider the ingenious Preparation for it in the fir&s;t Scene, and the Rea|&s;ons <HI>Philotis</HI> had to enquire after this Bu&s;ine&s;s. <HI>Parmeno</HI> de&s;igns it purely for his Ma&s;ters vindica|tion, which &s;eems as nece&s;&s;ary in this place, as the Spectators Information.</P>
<P>Page 298. line 5. <HI>The old Gentleman lives retir'd in the Country, and &s;eldom vi&s;its the Town.] Nam</HI>
<PB N="355" REF="196"> <HI>&s;enex rus abdidit &s;e, huc raro in urbem Commeat.</HI> This is a very material Circum&s;tance in this Nar|ration; and what makes it &s;till further remarka|ble, is the extraordinary Propriety of Terms. The word <HI>Abdidit</HI> implies a perfect Retirement, or an entire Retreat: and <HI>Commeat,</HI> notes him a great Stranger to the Town.</P>
<P>Ibid. line 11, <HI>&amp;c. When all on a &s;udden the young Woman began to hate the old one mo&s;t mortally, without any Quarrel or Complaint on either &s;ide.]</HI> This Pa&s;&s;age (tho not perfectly true, but only believ'd by <HI>Parmeno)</HI> &s;erves excellently to keep the Audience in &s;u&s;pence to warm 'em, and make 'em eager to know the Event of the&s;e things.</P>
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<HEAD>ACT II.</HEAD>
<P>PAge 300. line 8, 9. <HI>And you for&s;ooth mu&s;t &s;tart up, and confound all, by your ill-conditioned Hu|mours.] Tu &s;ola exorere, quae perturbes haec tua impu|dentia.</HI> The Word <HI>Exorere</HI> in this place, is of great force, and &s;ignifies rai&s;ing great Mi&s;chiefs, and the like; in which 'tis us'd by <HI>Virgil</HI> in his fourth <HI>Enead.</HI></P>
<P><HI>Exoriare aliquis no&s;tris ex o&s;&s;ibus ultor.</HI></P>
<P>We have no word to an&s;wer it fully in our Tongue that we know of.</P>
<P>Page 302. line 30, <HI>&amp;c. She vow'd by all that's good, &s;he wasn't able to endure the Hou&s;e while her</HI> Pamphilus <HI>was away.</HI> This confirm'd <HI>Laches</HI> in the Su&s;picion of his Wife's Fault; The con&s;equence of which, was her offering to go into the Coun|try to clear her&s;elf: And this occa&s;ioned <HI>Pamphi|l<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s</HI> frivolous Excu&s;es; and the&s;e encreas'd the old Mens Su&s;picions of his Infidelity; which brought about the whole Di&s;covery. The clo&s;e and natural Dependance of each Particular of this <HI>Plot</HI> is very remarkable.</P>
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<P>PAge 303. line 23. <HI>Was ever Man &s;o perplex'd in his Love as I?] Nemini ego plura acerba e&s;&s;e+ex Amore homini unquam oblata credo quam mi. Do|natus</HI>'s Ob&s;ervation here is remarkable, <Q>That the Pa&s;&s;ions in this Scene would have been too Sublime and Tragical for <HI>Comedy,</HI> were the words <HI>ex Amore</HI> left out.</Q> But <HI>Love,</HI> it &s;eems is a Pa&s;&s;ion predominant among ordinary, as well as great men, and con&s;equently its Emotions are natural <HI>here.</HI></P>
<P>Page 306. line 23. <HI>But Heavens forbid it.] Quod te, Ae<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;culapi, &amp; te, Salus, ne quid &s;it hujus oro.</HI> This was a Religious Cu&s;tom in tho&s;e days, which we didn't think nece&s;&s;ary to take notice of in a Tran&s;lation.</P>
<P>Page 307. line 19. <HI>Nothing at all, Madam.] Recte, Mater.</HI> We know of no word in our Lan|guage that can reach this word <HI>Recte,</HI> which in this place is very proper, &s;ignifying, as <HI>Donatus</HI> ob&s;erves, a refu&s;ing to an&s;wer a Que&s;tion without any Offence or Incivility to the Per&s;on that asks it.</P>
<P>Page 308. line 11. <HI>But immediately I perceived her Ailment.] Philumena<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s</HI> Labour was a very &s;ur|prizing Turn of the Stage, which did not only &s;erve to introduce the&s;e moving Pa&s;&s;ions which followed, but al&s;o to quicken the <HI>Audience,</HI> and make em eager to know the Event.</P>
<P>Page 316 line 16, 17. <HI>May be &s;ome body inform|ed you that they &s;aw him going to or coming from his Mi&s;tre&s;s.</HI> This Pa&s;&s;age, and that above, <HI>Line</HI> 3, 4, in the &s;ame Page is an excellent preparation towards the old Mens Su&s;picions of <HI>Pamphilus</HI>'s Infidelity, which afterwards cau&s;ed the meeting
<PB N="357" REF="197"> of <HI>Bacchis</HI> and <HI>Myrrhina.</HI> This was hinted at in the la&s;t Remark of the Second Act, where 'tis very ob&s;ervable that the <HI>Poet</HI> had prepared a Re|medy, before the <HI>Audience</HI> &s;o much as &s;u&s;pected the Di&s;ea&s;e.</P>
<P>Page 317. line 17. <HI>Only when the Fellow left her, he forc'd a Ring off her Finger.]</HI> The&s;e words are very important, tho' they &s;eem to be &s;poken accidentally, as were tho&s;e in the la&s;t <HI>Remark;</HI> the <HI>Poet</HI> de&s;igned 'em to prepare that remarkable <HI>Narration</HI> of <HI>Bacchis</HI>'s in the la&s;t Act, where the whole <HI>Plot</HI> is unravelled, and the <HI>My&s;tery</HI> di&s;co|vered.</P>
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<P>PAge 317. line 27. <HI>I know well enough,</HI> Pamphilus, <HI>you &s;u&s;pect 'twas long o' my Humours that your Wife left us,</HI> &amp;c.] <HI>So&s;trata</HI>'s offering to go into the Country was de&s;igned on purpo&s;e by <HI>Terence</HI> to leave <HI>Pamphilus</HI> without excu&s;e, when he refu|&s;ed to take home his Wife: So that by this means the old Mens Su&s;picion might be heightned and confirmed, and they might have all the rea&s;on in the World to &s;end for <HI>Bacchis,</HI> as they did. And indeed every little <HI>Incident</HI> promotes and tends to that <HI>De&s;ign.</HI></P>
<P>Page 321. line 14. <HI>Since &s;he's to bring a Brat with her that's none o' mine.] Cum eam con&s;equitur alienus Puer. Donatus</HI> ob&s;erves, this is a Metaphor borrowed from young ones following their Dams. The word <HI>Con&s;equitur,</HI> is a proper Term for that purpo&s;e, &s;o that here is a con&s;iderable Beauty lo&s;t in the Tran&s;lation.</P>
<P>Page 323. line <HI>pen What? Why, fir&s;t I think 'tis be&s;t for us to &s;end for his Mi&s;s,</HI> &amp;c.] The two old Mens <HI>De&s;ign</HI> here in &s;ending for <HI>Bacchis,</HI> was
<PB N="358" REF="198"> very material, and &s;ufficiently apparent to the <HI>Au|dience;</HI> b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> the <HI>Poets</HI> de&s;ign was more material, and cou'd<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> be fore&s;een by the <HI>Audience.</HI> In this the Beauty of <HI>Incidents</HI> does chiefly con&s;i&s;t.</P>
<P>Page 327 <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">e 11, 12 <HI>Let her but &s;atisfie the Women, and I'm content.]</HI> Upon <HI>Bacchis</HI> going to <HI>Myrrhina &amp; Phiium<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="4 letters"></HI> ded the unraveling of the whole <HI>Plot.</HI> But that this might be done without the lea&s;t bungling, and with all the probability in the World, the <HI>Poet</HI> has contrived every <HI>In&s;trument</HI> and every <HI>Scene</HI> &s;o as to promote it, and give fair Pretexts for &s;o doing.</P>
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<HEAD>ACT V.</HEAD>
<P>THe <HI>Fifth Act</HI> mu&s;t certainly begin where we have made it, for the Stage was not cleared before. <HI>Terence</HI>'s Skill is remarkable in making of this Act &s;o very &s;hort; or el&s;e the Spectators would have &s;oon langui&s;hed and grown cold after the <HI>Di&s;covery,</HI> having nothing more to expect. And &s;o they would have done not with&s;tanding, had not the meeting of <HI>Pamphilus</HI> and <HI>Bacchis</HI> been &s;omewhat more joco&s;e and plea&s;ant, than is fre|quent in <HI>Terence.</HI></P>
<P>Page 328 line 11, 12 <HI>Where I ve loytered away a whole day in gaping for</HI> Callidemides.] The&s;e words are not to be taken in a literal Sen&s;e, for then the <HI>Theatral Action</HI> would have la&s;ted con&s;iderably above a day; whereas it does not la&s;t &s;even Hours, as may be proved from many Circum&s;tances.</P>
<P>Page 329. line 20. <HI>What great Satisfaction has my coming procured Mr.</HI> Pamphilus <HI>to day?</HI> &amp;c.] This is the beginning of an excellent <HI>Narration,</HI> and the mo&s;t material that could be; being the <HI>unravelling</HI> of all. It is remarkable for three Ex|cellencies: Fir&s;t, <HI>Bacchis</HI> came not here to make
<PB N="359" REF="198"> this Di&s;covery to the Audience, but only to go home: Secondly, after &s;he was here, &s;he did not &s;tay for that purpo&s;e, but only for <HI>Pamphilus.</HI> And Thirdly, &s;he &s;poke it in &s;o few Words, and &s;aid &s;uch things before and after it, as made it &s;eem to be purely <HI>Accidental.</HI></P>
<P>Page 331. line 22. <HI>So that your Pre&s;ence, Di&s;cour&s;e and Conver&s;ation will always be charming, where ere you go.] &V;t Voluptati Obitus, Sermo, Ad|ventus tuus, quocunque adveneris, &s;emper &s;iet.</HI> This is very fine in the <HI>Latin;</HI> and that which chiefly hinders our Tran&s;lation from reaching it, is the different &s;ignification of the Words <HI>Obitus</HI> and <HI>Adventus;</HI> The fir&s;t &s;ignifying an Accidental; the &s;econd, a de&s;igned Meeting. We have no words to an&s;wer them fully in our Language that we know of.</P>
<P>Page 332. line 1, 2. <HI>I don't de&s;ire this &s;hould prove like a Comedy, where the whole Plot is di&s;covered to every body,</HI> &amp;c. 'Tis very remarkable that the My|&s;tery of this Play is known but to very few of the Actors, a thing very uncommon either among the Ancients or Moderns; but here it was undoubtedly the be&s;t way, &s;ince it &s;o well &s;aved <HI>Pamphilus</HI>'s Credit.</P>
<P>We have been a little more particular in &s;how|ing our Authors Management of this <HI>Plot,</HI> that we may let People know, that there is great <HI>Art,</HI> much <HI>Plot,</HI> and excellent <HI>Contrivance</HI> in that which is reckoned the very wor&s;t of his Plays. And it is certainly the wor&s;t, if a mean <HI>Subject,</HI> want of <HI>Variety,</HI> few <HI>Intrigues</HI> and <HI>Incidents,</HI> and want of <HI>&V;nder-Plots</HI> can make it &s;o.</P>
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