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<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="1" MS="y">
<P>THE SECOND PART OF THE ROVER.</P>
<P>As it is Acted by the Servants OF HIS Royal Highne&s;s.</P>
<P>Written by <HI>A. Behn.</HI></P>
<P><HI>LONDON:</HI> Printed for <HI>Jacob Ton&s;on</HI> at the <HI>Judges-Head</HI> in <HI>Chancery-Lane.</HI> MDCLXXXI.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="prologue">
<PB REF="2">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>PROLOGUE, Spoken by Mr. <HI>SMITH.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>IN vain we labour to reform the Stage;</L>
<L>Poets have caught too the Di&s;ea&s;e o'th' Age,</L>
<L>That Pe&s;t, <HI>Of not being quiet when they'r Well,</HI></L>
<L>That re&s;tle&s;s Feaver, in the Brethren <HI>Zeal:</HI></L>
<L>In publick Spirits call'd, <HI>Good o'th' Commonweal.</HI></L>
<L>Some for this Faction cry, others for that,</L>
<L>The pious Mobily for they know not what:</L>
<L>So tho by different ways the Feaver &s;eize,</L>
<L>In all 'tis one and the &s;ame mad Di&s;ea&s;e.</L>
<L>Our Author too, as <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">l new Zealots do,</L>
<L>Full of conceit and contradiction too;</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e the fir&s;t Project took, is now &s;o vain,</L>
<L>To attempt to Play the old Game o're again:</L>
<L>The Scene is only chang'd, for who wou'd lay</L>
<L>A Plot, &s;o hopeful, ju&s;t the &s;ame dull way.</L>
<L>Poets, like States-men, with a little change,</L>
<L>Pa&s;s off old Politicks for new and &s;trange;</L>
<L>Tho the few men of &s;en&s;e decry't aloud,</L>
<L>The cheat will pa&s;s with the unthinking Crowd:</L>
<L>The Rabble 'tis we Court, tho&s;e powerful things,</L>
<L>Who&s;e voices can impo&s;e even Laws on Kings.</L>
<L>A Pox of Sen&s;e and Rea&s;on, or dull Rules,</L>
<L>Give us an Audience that declares for fools;</L>
<L>Our Play will then &s;tand fair, we've Mon&s;ters too,</L>
<L>Which far exceed your City Pope for &s;how.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Almighty Rabble, 'tis to you this day,</L>
<L>Our humble Author Dedicates the Play,</L>
<L>From tho&s;e who in our lofty Tyre &s;it,</L>
<L>Down to the dull State-Cullies of the Pit,</L>
<L>Who have much Money, and but little Wit.</L>
<PB REF="3">
<L>Who&s;e u&s;eful Pur&s;es, and who&s;e empty Skulls,</L>
<L>To private Int're&s;t make ye Publick Tools:</L>
<L>To work on Projects which the wi&s;er frame,</L>
<L>And of fine men of bu&s;ine&s;s get the Name.</L>
<L>You who have left Caballing here of late,</L>
<L>Imploy'd in matters of a weightier weight;</L>
<L>To you we make our humble Application,</L>
<L>You'd &s;pare &s;ome time from your dear new Vocation:</L>
<L>(Of drinking deep, then &s;ettleing the Nation,)</L>
<L>To countenance us, whom Commonwealths of old.</L>
<L>Did the mo&s;t Politick diver&s;ion hold.</L>
<L>Plays were &s;o u&s;eful thought to Government,</L>
<L>That Laws were made for their e&s;tabli&s;hment;</L>
<L>How e're in Schools differing Opinions jar.</L>
<L>Yet all agree i'th' crowded Theatre,</L>
<L>Which none for&s;ook in any Change or War:</L>
<L>That like their Gods unviolated &s;tood,</L>
<L>Equally needful to the publick Good.</L>
<L>Throw then, Great Sirs, &s;ome vacant hours away,</L>
<L>And your Petitioners &s;hall Humbly Pray, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="3">
<HEAD>Actors Names.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<LABEL>Mr. <HI>Smith.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM><HI>Willmore,</HI> The <HI>Rover</HI> in Love with <HI>La Nuche.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL>Mr. <HI>Williams.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM><HI>Beaumond,</HI> The <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Amba&s;&s;adors Nephew in Love with <HI>La Nuche,</HI> Contracted to <HI>Ariadne.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL>Mr. <HI>&V;nderhil.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM><HI>Ned Blunt,</HI> An <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Country Gentleman.</ITEM>
<LABEL>Mr. <HI>Nokes</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM><HI>Nicholas Fetherfool,</HI> An <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> E&s;q; his friend.</ITEM>
<LABEL>Mr. <HI>Wilt&s;h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">er.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM><HI>Shift,</HI> An <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Lieutenant.</ITEM>
<LABEL>Mr. <HI>Richards.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM><HI>Hunt,</HI> An En&s;ign, Friends and Officers to <HI>Willm.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL>&nbsp;</LABEL>
<ITEM><HI>Harliquin, Willmore</HI>'s Man.</ITEM>
<LABEL>&nbsp;</LABEL>
<ITEM><HI>Abevile,</HI> Page to <HI>Beaumond.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL>Mr. <HI>Norice.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM>Don <HI>Carlo,</HI> An old Grandee, in Love with <HI>La Nuche.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<LABEL>Mrs. <HI>Corror.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM><HI>Ariadne,</HI> The <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Amba&s;&s;adors Daughter-in-law, in Love with <HI>Willmore.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL>Mrs. <HI>Norice.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM><HI>Lucia,</HI> Her Kin&s;woman, a Girl.</ITEM>
<LABEL>Mrs. <HI>Barry.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM><HI>La Nuche,</HI> A <HI>Spani&s;h</HI> Curtezan, in Love with the <HI>Rover.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL>Mrs. <HI>Norice.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM><HI>Petronella Elenora,</HI> Her Bawd.</ITEM>
<LABEL>Mrs. <HI>Crofts.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM><HI>Aurelia,</HI> Her Woman.</ITEM>
<LABEL>&nbsp;</LABEL>
<ITEM><HI>Sancho,</HI> Her Bravo.</ITEM>
<LABEL>Mr. <HI>Freeman.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM>An old <HI>Jew,</HI> Guardian to the two Mon&s;ters.</ITEM>
<LABEL>&nbsp;</LABEL>
<ITEM>A Woman <HI>Giant.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL>&nbsp;</LABEL>
<ITEM>A <HI>Dwarf</HI> her Si&s;ter.</ITEM>
<LABEL>&nbsp;</LABEL>
<ITEM><HI>Scaramouche, Servants, Mu&s;icians, Operators</HI> and <HI>Spectators.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<P>SCENE <HI>Madrid.</HI></P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
<PB REF="5">
<HEAD>TO HIS Royal Highne&s;s THE DUKE, &amp;c.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Great SIR,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>_I Dread to appear in this Humble Dedication to Your Royal Highne&s;s, as one of tho&s;e In&s;olent and Saucy Offenders who take occa&s;ion by Your ab&s;ence to commit ill-manner'd indecencies, unpardonable to a Prince of your Illu&s;trious Birth and God-like Goodne&s;s, but that in &s;pight of Seditious Scandal You can forgive; and all the World knows You can &s;uffer with a Di|vine Patience: the proofs You have early and late given of this, have been &s;uch, as if Heaven de&s;ign'd 'em only to give the World an undeni|able Te&s;timony of Your Noble Vertues, Your Loyalty and True Obedi|ence (if I may pre&s;ume to &s;ay &s;o,) both to Your Sacred Brother, and the never &s;atisfied People, when either one Commanded, or t'other repin'd, With how chearful and intire a &s;ubmi&s;&s;ion You Obey'd? And tho the Royal Son of a Glorious Father who was render'd unfortunate by the unexemplary ingratitude of his wor&s;t of Subjects; and &s;acrific'd to the in&s;atiate and cruel Villany of a &s;eeming &s;anctifi'd Faction, who cou'd never hope to expiate for the unparallell'd &s;in, but by an intire &s;ubmi&s;&s;ion to the Gracious Off-&s;pring of this Royal Martyr: yet You, Great Sir, denying Your &s;elf the Rights and Priviledges the meane&s;t Subject Claims, with a Fortitude worthy Your Adorable Vertues, put Your &s;elf upon a voluntary Exile to appea&s;e the cau&s;ele&s;s murmurs of this again gathering Faction, who make their needle&s;s and &s;elf-created fears, an occa&s;ion to Play the old Game o're again; whil'&s;t the Politick &s;elf-intere&s;ted and malitious few betray the uncon&s;idering
<PB REF="5"> Re&s;t, with the delicious &s;ounds of Liberty and Publick Good; that lucky Cant which &s;o few years &s;ince &s;o mi&s;erably reduc'd all the Noble, Brave and Hone&s;t, to the Obedience of the ill-gotten Power, and wor&s;e-acted Greatne&s;s of the Rabble; &s;o that whil'&s;t they mo&s;t unju&s;t|ly cry'd down the oppre&s;&s;ion of one of the be&s;t of Monarchs, and all Kingly Government: all <HI>England</HI> found it &s;elf deplorably in&s;lav'd by the Arbitrary Tyranny of many Pageant Kings. Oh that we &s;hou'd &s;o far forget with what greatne&s;s of mind You then &s;har'd the com|mon Fate, as now again to force Your Royal Per&s;on to new Perils, and new Exiles; but &s;uch ingratitude we are puni&s;ht with, and You &s;till &s;uffer for, and &s;till forgive it.</P>
<P>This more than Human Goodne&s;s, with the incouragement Your Royal Highne&s;s was pleas'd to give the Rover at his fir&s;t appearance, and the concern You were pleas'd to have for his &s;econd, makes me pre&s;ume to lay him at Your feet; he is a wanderer too, di&s;tre&s;t; be|lov'd, tho unfortunate, and ever con&s;tant to Loyalty; were he Legions he &s;hould follow and &s;uffer &s;till with &s;o Excellent a Prince and Ma|&s;ter. Your Infant worth he knew, and all Your growing Glories; has &s;een you like young <HI>Ce&s;ar</HI> in the Field, when yet a Youth, exchanging Death for Laurels, and wondred at a Bravery &s;o early, which &s;till made double Conque&s;t, not only by Your Sword, but by Your Vertues, which taught even Your Enemies &s;o intire an Obedience, that a&s;ham'd of their Rebel Gallantry, they have re&s;ign'd their guilty Commi&s;&s;ions,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Some of <HI>Oli|ver</HI>'s Comman|ders at <HI>Dunkirk.</HI></NOTE> and Vow'd never to Draw Sword more but in the Royal Cau&s;e; which Vow Religiou&s;ly they kept: a noble Example for the bu&s;ie and hot Mu|tineers of this Age mi&s;led by Youth, fal&s;e Ambition, and fal&s;er Council.</P>
<P>How carele&s;s &s;ince Your Glorious Re&s;tauration You have been, of Your Life for the &s;ervice of Your mi&s;taken Country, the whole World knows, and all brave men admire.</P>
<P>Pardon me then, Great Sir, if I pre&s;ume to pre&s;ent my faithful Soldier, (which no Storms of Fate can ever draw from his Obedi|ence) to &s;o great a General: allow him, Royal Sir, a &s;helter and protection, who was driven from his Native Country with You, forc'd as You were, to fight for his Bread in a &s;trange Land, and &s;uffer'd with You all the Ills of Poverty, War and Bani&s;hment, and &s;till pur&s;ues Your Fortunes; and though he cannot &s;erve Your Highne&s;s, he may po&s;&s;ibly have the Honour of diverting You a few moments: which tho Your Highne&s;s cannot want in a place where all Hearts and Knees are
<PB REF="6"> ju&s;tly bow'd in Adoration, where all con&s;pire, as all the Earth (who have the ble&s;&s;ing of Your pre&s;ence) ought to entertain, &s;erve and plea&s;e You; yet this humble Tribute of a mo&s;t Zealous and Devout Heart, may find among&s;t Your bu&s;ier hours of greater moment, &s;ome one wherein it may have the Glory of Your regard, and be capable in &s;ome &s;mall degree of unbending Your great mind from Royal Cares, the weightie&s;t Cares of all; which if it be &s;o fortunate as to do, I have my end, and the Glory I de&s;ign, a &s;ufficient reward for her who does and will eternally pray for the Life, Health and Safety of Your Royal Highne&s;s, as in Duty all the World is bound to do, but more e&s;pecially,</P>
<CLOSER><SALUTE>Illu&s;trious Sir,</SALUTE>
<SIGNED>Your Highne&s;&s;es mo&s;t Humble, mo&s;t Faithful, and mo&s;t Obedient Servant, A. BEHN.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
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<DIV1 TYPE="drama">
<PB N="1" REF="6">
<HEAD>THE SECOND PART OF THE ROVER.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT I.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scene I.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Willmore, Blunt, Fetherfool <HI>and</HI> Hunt, <HI>two more in Campania Dre&s;&s;es,</HI> Rag <HI>the Captains Boy.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>STay, this is the <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Amba&s;&s;adors, I'le inquire if <HI>Beaumond</HI> be return'd from <HI>Paris.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee dear Captain no more delays unle&s;s thou thinke&s;t he will invite us to dinner; for this fine thin &s;harp Air of <HI>Madrid</HI> has a mo&s;t notable faculty of provoking an Appetite: Prithee let's to the Ordinary.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will not &s;tay&mdash; <STAGE>Knocks, enter a Porter.</STAGE></P>
<P>&mdash;Friend, Is the Amba&s;&s;adors Nephew, Mr. <HI>Beaumond,</HI> return'd to <HI>Madrid</HI> yet? If he be, I would &s;peak with him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Port.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le let him know &s;o much. <STAGE>Goes in, &s;hut the door.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe how now, What's the door &s;hut upon us?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>And rea&s;on <HI>Ned,</HI> 'tis dinner time in the Amba&s;&s;adors kitchen, and &s;hould they let the &s;avory &s;teem out, what a world of Ca&s;tillians would there be at the door feeding upon't. &mdash; Oh there's no living in <HI>Spain</HI> when the Pot's uncover'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, 'tis a Nation of the fine&s;t clean teeth&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="2" REF="7">
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Teeth, 'Gad and they u&s;e their Swords no oftner, a Scabbard will la&s;t an Age.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Shift from the Hou&s;e.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hone&s;t Lieutenant&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Noble Captain&mdash;Welcom to <HI>Madrid.</HI> What Mr. <HI>Blunt,</HI> and my Honoured Friend <HI>Nicholas Fetherfool,</HI> E&s;q</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thy hand, hone&s;t <HI>Shift</HI>&mdash; <STAGE>They embrace him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>And how Lieutenant, how &s;tand affairs in this un&s;ancti|fi'd Town?&mdash;How does Loves great Artillery, the fair <HI>La Nuche!</HI> from who&s;e bright eyes the little wanton God throws darts to wound Mankind.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, &s;he carries all before her &s;till; undoes her fel|low-traders in Loves Art: and among&s;t the number, old <HI>Carlo de Minalta Sego&s;a</HI> pays high for two nights in a week.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah&mdash;<HI>Carlo!</HI> Death, what a greeting's here, <HI>Carlo</HI> the happy man! a Dog! a Ra&s;cal, gain the bright <HI>La Nuche!</HI> Oh Fortune! Cur&s;ed blind mi&s;taken Fortune: eternal friend to fools! Fortune! that takes the noble rate from man, to place it on her Idol intere&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe faith Captain, I &s;hould think her heart might &s;tand as fair for you as any, could you be le&s;s Satyrical&mdash;but by this light, Captain, you return her raillery a little too roughly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Her raillery: by this hand I had rather be hand&s;omly abus'd than dully flatter'd; but when &s;he touches on my po|verty, my honourable poverty, &s;he pre&s;&s;es me too &s;en&s;ibly &mdash;for nothing is &s;o nice as poverty&mdash;but Damn her, I'le think of her no more: For &s;he's a Devil though her form be Angel! Is <HI>Beaumond</HI> come from <HI>Paris</HI> yet?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>He is, I came with him; he's impatient of your re|turn: I'le let him know you're here. <STAGE>Exit Shift.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe what a Pox ails the Captain o'th' &s;uddain? he looks as &s;ullenly as a routed General, or a Lover, after hard &s;ervice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh&mdash;&s;omething the Lieutenant has told him about a Wench, and when Cupid's in his Breeches the Devil's ever in's head&mdash;how now&mdash;what a pox is the matter with you, you look &s;o &s;curvily now&mdash;What's the Gentlewoman otherwi&s;e
<PB N="3" REF="7"> provided, has &s;he ca&s;hier'd ye for want of pay? or what other dire mi&s;chance&mdash;hah&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do not trouble me&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Adshartlikins, but I will, and beat thee too, but I'le know the cau&s;e, I heard <HI>Shift</HI> tell thee &s;omething about <HI>La Nuche,</HI> a Damzel I have often heard thee fool enough to &s;igh for.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Confound the mercenary Jilt!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, ad&s;hartlikins they are all &s;o; though I thought you had been whore-proof, 'tis enough for us fools, Country Gentlemen, E&s;quires, and Cullies, to mi&s;carry in their Amo|rous Adventures, you men of Wit weather all &s;torms you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Sir, you're become a new man, wi&s;e and wary, and can no more be cou&s;en'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not by Woman-kind, and for man I think my Sword will &s;ecure me, Pox I thought a two months ab&s;ence and a Siege would have put &s;uch trifles out of thy head: you do not u&s;e to be &s;uch a miracle of Con&s;tancy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>That ab&s;ence makes me think of her &s;o much; and all the pa&s;&s;ions thou find'&s;t about me, are to the Sex alone! give me a Woman <HI>Ned,</HI> a fine young Amorous wanton, who would allay this fire that makes me rave thus, and thou &s;hould&s;t find me no longer particular; but cold as Winter nights to this <HI>La Nuche:</HI> yet &s;ince I lo&s;t my little charming Gip&s;ey, no|thing has gone &s;o near my heart as this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay there was a Girl, the only &s;he thing that could re|concile me to the Petticoats agen after my <HI>Naples</HI> adventure, when the Quean rob'd and &s;tript me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh name not <HI>Hellena!</HI> &s;he was a Saint to be ador'd on Holy-days.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Beaumond.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Willmore!</HI> my carele&s;s wild Incon&s;tant&mdash;how is't my lucky Rover? <STAGE>Imbracing.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Life! my Soul! how glad am I to find thee in my Arms again&mdash;and well&mdash;When left you <HI>Paris? Paris</HI> that City of Pottage and Crab-Wine, &s;warming with Laquies and Philoes, who&s;e Government is carried on by mo&s;t hands, not mo&s;t voices&mdash;and prethee how does <HI>Bellvill</HI> and his Lady?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="4" REF="8">
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>I left 'em both in health at St. <HI>Germans.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith I have wi&s;ht my &s;elf with ye at the old Temple of <HI>Bacchus</HI> at St. <HI>Clo,</HI> to Sacrifice a Bottle and a Damzel to his Deity.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>My con&s;tant place of Wor&s;hip whil&s;t there, tho for want of new Saints my zeal grew &s;omething cold, which I was ever fain to &s;upply with a Bottle, the old remedy when <HI>Phillis</HI> is &s;ullen or ab&s;ent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now thou talk'&s;t of <HI>Phillis,</HI> prithee dear <HI>Harry</HI> what Women ha&s;t in &s;tore?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le tell thee; but fir&s;t inform me whom the&s;e two Sparks are.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Egad and &s;o they, are Child: Salute 'em&mdash;they are my friends&mdash;true Blades <HI>Hall,</HI> highly guilty of the Royal Crime, poor and brave, Loyal Fugitives.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>I Love and Honour 'em, Sir, as &s;uch&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><HI>Bowing to</HI> Blunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, there's neither Love nor Honour lo&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I &s;corn to be behind hand in Civilities.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>At fir&s;t &s;ight I find I am much yours, Sir. <STAGE>To Feth.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I Love and Honour any man that's a friend to Captain <HI>Willmore</HI>&mdash;and therefore I am Yours &mdash;
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Shift.</STAGE> &mdash; Well hone&s;t Lieutenant how does thy body&mdash;when &s;hall <HI>Ned,</HI> and thou and I, crack a Bisket o're a gla&s;s of Wine, have a &s;lice of Trea&s;on, and &s;ettle the Nation, hah?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lieu.</SPEAKER>
<P>You know, Squire I am devoted yours <STAGE>They talk a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee who are the&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe the fir&s;t you &s;aluted is the &s;ame <HI>Ned Blunt</HI> you have often heard <HI>Belvill</HI> and I &s;peak of: the other is a rarity of another Nature, one Squire <HI>Fetherfool</HI> of <HI>Croydon,</HI> a tame Ju&s;tice o'th' Peace, who liv'd as innocently as Ale and Fool could keep him, till for a mi&s;taken kindne&s;s to one of the Roy|al Party, he lo&s;t his Commi&s;&s;ion, and got the reputation of a Sufferer: he's Rich, but Covetous as an Alderman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a Pox do'&s;t keep 'em Company for, who have neither Wit enough to divert thee, nor good Nature enough to &s;erve thee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith <HI>Harry</HI> 'tis true, and if there were no more Cha|rity than Profit in't, a man would &s;ooner keep a Cough o'th'
<PB N="5" REF="8"> Lungs than be troubled with 'em, but the Ra&s;cals have a blind &s;ide as all conceited Coxcombs have, which when I've nothing el&s;e to do, I &s;hall expo&s;e to advance our mirth; the Rogues mu&s;t be couzen'd, becau&s;e they're &s;o po&s;itive they never can be &s;o&mdash;but I am now for &s;ofter joys, for Woman, for Woman in abundance&mdash;dear <HI>Hall</HI> inform me where I may &s;afely un|laid my heart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>The &s;ame man &s;till, wild and wanton!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>And would not change to be the Catholick King.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>I perceive Marriage has not tam'd you, nor a Wife who had all the charms of her Sex.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay&mdash;&s;he was too good for Mortals.</P>
<STAGE>With a Sham &s;adne&s;s.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>I think thou had&s;t her but a month, prithee how dy'd &s;he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, e'ne with a fit of kindne&s;s, poor &s;oul&mdash;&s;he would to Sea with me and in a Storm&mdash;far from Land &s;he gave up the Gho&s;t&mdash;'twas a lo&s;s, but I mu&s;t bear it with a Chri&s;tian Fortitude.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Short happine&s;&s;es vani&s;h like to dreams.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay faith, and nothing remains with me but the &s;ad re|membrance&mdash;not &s;o much as the lea&s;t part of her hundred thou&s;and Crowns; <HI>Bruxels</HI> that inchanted Court has eas'd me of that grief, where our Hero's Act <HI>Tantalus</HI> better than ever <HI>Ovid</HI> de&s;crib'd him, condemn'd daily to &s;ee an Apparition of meat, food in Vi&s;ion only: faith I had Bowels, was good na|tur'd and lent upon the publick faith as far as 'twould go &mdash;but come&mdash;let's leave this mortifying di&s;cour&s;e, and tell me how the price of Plea&s;ure goes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>At the old rates &s;till, he that gives mo&s;t is happie&s;t, &s;ome few there are for Love!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, one of the la&s;t dear <HI>Beaumond,</HI> and if a Heart or Sword can purcha&s;e her, I'le bid as fair as the be&s;t. Damn it, I hate a Whore that asks me money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yet I have known thee venture all thy &s;tock for a new Woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, &s;uch a fool I was in my dull days of Con&s;tancy, but I am now for change, (and &s;hould I pay as often, 'twould undo me) &mdash;for change, my dear, of Place, Cloaths, Wine, and Women. Variety is the &s;oul of plea&s;ure, a good unknown, and we want faith to find it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="6" REF="9">
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou would&s;t renounce that fond opinion, <HI>Willmore,</HI> did&s;t thou but &s;ee a Beauty here in Town, who&s;e charms have power to fix incon&s;tant Nature or Fortune were &s;he tottering on her Wheel.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Her Name, my dear, her Name!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would not breath it even in my complaints, le&s;t amorous winds &s;hould bear it o're the World, and make man|kind her Slaves.</P>
<LG>
<L>But that it is a name too cheaply known,</L>
<L>And She that owns it may be as cheaply purchas'd.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! cheaply purchas'd too: I langui&s;h for her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay there's the Devil on't, She is&mdash;a Whore&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, what a charming &s;ound that mighty word bears.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Damn her, &s;he'l be thine or any bodies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I die for her&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then for her qualities&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<L>No more&mdash;ye Gods, I ask no more.</L>
<L>Be &s;he but fair and much a Whore&mdash;come let's to her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Perhaps to morrow you may &s;ee this Woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Death, 'tis an Age.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, Captain, the &s;trange&s;t news, Captain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee what?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe Lieutenant <HI>Shift</HI> here, tells us of two Mon&s;ters arriv'd from <HI>Mexico,</HI> Jews of va&s;t fortunes, with an old Jew Uncle their Guardian; they are worth a hundred thou&s;and pounds a piece,&mdash;Marcy upon's, whe 'tis a &s;um able to pur|cha&s;e all <HI>Flanders</HI> again from his mo&s;t Chri&s;tian Maje&s;ty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha, ha, ha, Mon&s;ters.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>He tells you truth <HI>Willmore.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>But harkye, Lieutenant, are you &s;ure they are not married.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry'd, who the Devil would venture on &s;uch for|midable Ladies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, venture on 'em, by the Lord, <HI>Harry,</HI> and that would I, though I'me a Ju&s;tice o'th' Peace, and they be Jews, (which to a Chri&s;tian is a thou&s;and rea&s;ons)</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is the Devil in you to declare our de&s;ign. <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mum, as clo&s;e as a Je&s;uit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>I admire your courage, Sir, but one of them is &s;o little, and &s;o deform'd, 'tis thought &s;he is not capable of Marriage;
<PB N="7" REF="9"> and the other is &s;o huge an overgrown Gyant, no man dares venture on her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee let's go &s;ee 'em; what do they pay for go|ing in?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pay&mdash;I'de have you to know they are Mon&s;ters of Quality.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>And not to be &s;een but by particular favour of their Guardian, whom I am got acquainted with, from the friend|&s;hip I have with the Merchant where they lay. The Gyant, Sir, is in love with me, the Dwarf with En&s;ign <HI>Hunt,</HI> and as we may manage matters it may prove lucky.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>And did&s;t thou &s;ee the Show; the Elephant and the Mou&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and pleas'd 'em wondrou&s;ly with News I brought 'em of a famous Mountibank who is coming to <HI>Ma|drid,</HI> here are his Bills&mdash;who among&s;t other his marvel|lous Cures, pretends to re&s;tore mi&s;takes in Nature, to new-mould a Face and Body though never &s;o mi&s;hapen, to exact Proportion and Beauty. This News has made me gracious to the Ladies, and I am to bring 'em word of the arrival of this famous Empirick, and to negotiate the bu&s;ine&s;s of their Re|formation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>And do they think to be re&s;tor'd to moderate &s;izes?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Much pleas'd with the hope, and are re&s;olv'd to try at any rate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mum, Lieutenant&mdash;not too much of their tran&s;|formation; we &s;hall have the Captain put in for a &s;hare, and the Devil would not have him his Rival: <HI>Ned</HI> and I are re|&s;olv'd to venture a ca&s;t for 'em as they are&mdash; Hah, <HI>Ned.</HI></P>
<STAGE>Will. <HI>and</HI> Beau. <HI>read the Bill.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, if there were any hopes of your keeping a &s;e|cret.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, Nay, <HI>Ned,</HI> the World knows I am a plaguy fel|low at your &s;ecrets; that, and my &s;hare of the charge &s;hall be my part, for <HI>Shift</HI> &s;ays the Guardian mu&s;t be brib'd for con|&s;ent: Now the other moyety of the money and the &s;peeches &s;hall be thy part, for thou ha&s;t a pretty knack that way. Now <HI>Shift</HI> &s;hall bring matters neatly about, and we'l pay him by the day, or in gro&s;s, when we are marry'd.&mdash;hah <HI>Shift.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I &s;hall be rea&s;onable.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="8" REF="10">
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am &s;ure <HI>Fetherfool</HI> and <HI>Blunt</HI> have &s;ome wi&s;e de&s;ign upon the&s;e two Mon&s;ters&mdash;it mu&s;t be &s;o&mdash;and this Bill has put an extravagant thought into my head&mdash;harkye <HI>Shift</HI>&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>Whi&s;pers to him.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil's in't if this will not redeem my reputation with the Captain, and give him to under&s;tand that all the wit does not lye in the Family of the <HI>Willmore</HI>'s, but that this nod|dle of mine can be fruitful too upon occa&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, and Lord how we'l domineer, <HI>Ned,</HI> hah&mdash;over <HI>Willmore</HI> and the re&s;t of the Renegado Officers, when we have married the&s;e Lady Mon&s;ters, hah, <HI>Ned,!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;Then to return back to <HI>E&s;&s;ex</HI> worth a Million.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I to <HI>Croyden</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;Lolling in Coach and Six&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;Be dub'd Right Wor&s;hipful&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;tand for Knight o'th'Shire.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Enough&mdash;I mu&s;t have my &s;hare of this je&s;t, and for divers and &s;undry rea&s;ons thereunto belonging, mu&s;t be this very Mountibank expected.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, Sir, and that were no hard matter, for a day or two the Town will believe it, the &s;ame they look for; and the Bank Operators and Mu&s;ick are all ready.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well enough, add but a <HI>Harlequin</HI> and <HI>Scaramouch,</HI> and I &s;hall mount in querpo.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take no care for that, Sir, your Man, and En&s;ign <HI>Hunt,</HI> are excellent at tho&s;e two; I &s;aw 'em Act 'em the other day to a wonder, they'l be glad of the employment, my &s;elf will be an Operator.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more, get 'em ready, and give it out, the man of Art's arriv'd: be diligent and &s;ecret, for the&s;e two politick A&s;&s;es mu&s;t be couzen'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will about the bu&s;ine&s;s in&s;tantly. <STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Shift.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>This fellow will do feats if he keep his word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le give you mine he &s;hall&mdash;but, dear <HI>Beaumond,</HI> Where &s;hall we meet anon?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thank ye for that&mdash;'Gad ye &s;hall dine with me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>A good Motion&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I beg your Pardon now, dear <HI>Beaumond</HI>&mdash;I having lately nothing el&s;e to do, took a Command of Hor&s;e from the General at the la&s;t Siege, from which I am ju&s;t arriv'd, and my Baggage is behind, which I mu&s;t take order for.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="9" REF="10">
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox on't now there's a Dinner lo&s;t, 'twas ever an un|lucky Ra&s;cal.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>To tempt thee more thou &s;halt &s;ee my Wife that is to be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox on't, I am the lewde&s;t company in Chri&s;tendom with your hone&s;t Women&mdash;but&mdash;what art thou to be noos'd then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;o de&s;ign'd by my Uncle, if an old Grandee my Rival prevent it not; the Wench is very pretty, young, and rich, and lives in the &s;ame hou&s;e with me, for 'tis my Aunts Daughter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Much good may it d' ye <HI>Harry,</HI> I pity you, but 'tis the common grievance of you happy men of fortune.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Goes towards the Hou&s;e Door with</HI> Beau.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> La Nuche, Aurelia, Petronella, Sancho, <HI>Women veil'd a little.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heavens, Madam, is not that the <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Captain?</P>
<STAGE>Looking on Will.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis, and with him <HI>Don Henrick</HI> the Amba&s;&s;adors Nephew&mdash;how my heart pants and heaves at &s;ight of him! &s;ome fire of the old flame's remaining, which I mu&s;t &s;trive to ex|tingui&s;h. For I'le not bate a Ducat of this price I've &s;et upon my &s;elf, for all the plea&s;ures Youth or Love can bring me&mdash;for &s;ee <HI>Aurelia</HI>&mdash;the &s;ad Memento of a decay'd poor old for&s;aken Whore, in <HI>Petronella,</HI> con&s;ider her, and then commend my pru|dence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, Women!&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Egad and fine ones too, I'le tell you that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>No matter, Kindne&s;s is better &s;awce to Woman than Beauty! By this hand &s;he looks at me&mdash;Why do&s;t hold me?</P>
<STAGE>Feth. <HI>holds him.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe what a Devil art Mad?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Raging! as vigorous Youth kept long from Beauty: Wild for the charming Sex, eager for Woman! I long to give a loo&s;e to Love and Plea&s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>The&s;e are not Women, Sir, for you to ruffle&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have a care of your Per&s;ons of Quality, <HI>Ned!</HI>
<STAGE><HI>Goes to</HI> La Nuche.</STAGE> &mdash;Tho&s;e lovely eyes were never made to throw their Darts in vain!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="10" REF="11">
<SPEAKER>La. Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Conque&s;t would be hardly worth the pain&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, <HI>La Nuche,</HI> with what a proud di&s;dain &s;he flung away&mdash;&s;tay, I will not part &s;o with you&mdash; <STAGE>Holds her.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Ariadne <HI>and</HI> Lucia <HI>with Footmen.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who are the&s;e before us, <HI>Lucia?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know not, Madam, but if you make not ha&s;te home you'l be troubled with <HI>Carlo</HI> your importunate Lover! Who is ju&s;t behind us?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hang me, a lovely Man! what Lady's that, &s;tay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>What in&s;olence is this? this Villain will &s;poil all&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe, Captain, are you quite di&s;tracted?&mdash;do&s;t know where thou art? Prithee be civil&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Go Proud and Cruel! <STAGE>Turns her from him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Carlo, <HI>and two or three</HI> Spani&s;h <HI>Servants following:</HI> Petronella <HI>goes to him.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, affronted by a drunken I&s;lander, a &s;awcy Tramon|tane!&mdash;Draw&mdash; <STAGE>To his Servants whil&s;t he takes.</STAGE> Whil&s;t I lead her off&mdash;fear not, Lady, you have the honour of my Sword to guard ye!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah <HI>Carlo</HI>&mdash;ye lye&mdash;it cannot guard the boa&s;ting Fool that wears it&mdash;be gone&mdash;and look not back upon this Woman&mdash; <STAGE>Snatches her from him.</STAGE> One &s;ingle glance de&s;troys thee&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><HI>They Draw and Fight;</HI> Carlo <HI>getting hindmo&s;t of his</HI> Spaniards, <HI>the</HI> Engli&s;h <HI>beat 'em off: The Ladies run away, all but</HI> Ariadne <HI>and</HI> Lucia.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heav'ns, Madam, why de ye &s;tay?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>To pray for that dear &s;tranger!&mdash;and &s;ee my Prayers are heard, and he's return'd in &s;afety&mdash;this Door &s;hall &s;helter me to o're-hear the Quarrel. <STAGE>Steps a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Will. Blunt, Feth. <HI>looking big and putting up his Sword.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Noble Captain be affronted by a &s;tarch'd Ruff and
<PB N="11" REF="11"> Beard, a Coward in querpo, a walking Bunch of Garlick, a pickl'd Pilchard! abu&s;e the Noble Captain, and bear it off in State, boto a Chri&s;tmas &s;weet heart, the&s;e things mu&s;t not be whil&s;t <HI>Nicholas Fetherfool</HI> wears a Sword.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox o'the&s;e Women, I thought no good would come on't, be&s;ides, where's the je&s;t in affronting hone&s;t Women, if there be &s;uch a thing in the Nation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hang't, 'twas the Devil and all&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha, ha, ha! Why good hone&s;t home&s;pun Countrey Gentlemen, Who do ye think tho&s;e were?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Were! whe Ladies of Quality going to their Devotion, Who &s;hould they be?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe faith and &s;o I thought too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe that very one Woman I &s;poke too, is ten Whores in <HI>Surrey.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee &s;peak &s;oftly Man, 'Slife we &s;hall be Poniarded for keeping thee Company.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wi&s;e Mr. Ju&s;tice, give me your Warrant, and if I do not prove 'em Whores, whip me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee hold thy Scandalous Bla&s;phemous Tongue, as if I did not know Whores from Per&s;ons of Quality.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will you believe me when you lie with her, for thou'rt a rich A&s;s and may'&s;t do't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whores&mdash;ha, ha&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;trange Logick now, becau&s;e your Band is better than mine, I mu&s;t not know a Whore better than you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>If this be a Whore, as thou &s;ay'&s;t, I under&s;tand nothing&mdash; by this Light &s;uch a Wench would pa&s;s for a Per&s;on of Quality in <HI>London.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Few Ladies have I &s;een at a Sheriffs Fea&s;t have better Fa|ces, or worn &s;o good Cloaths, and by the Lord, <HI>Harry,</HI> if the&s;e be of the Gentle-craft, I'de not give a Real for an hone&s;t Woman for my u&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come follow me into the Church, for thither I am &s;ure they're gone: And I will let you &s;ee what a wretched thing you had been had you liv'd &s;even years longer in <HI>Surrey,</HI> &s;tew'd in Ale and Beef-Broth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh dear <HI>Willmore</HI> name not tho&s;e &s;avory things, there's no je&s;ting with my Stomach; it &s;leeps now, but if it wakes wo be to your &s;hares at the Ordinary.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="12" REF="12">
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le &s;ay that for <HI>Fetherfool,</HI> if his heart were but half &s;o good as his Stomach, he were a brave Fellow. <STAGE>A&s;ide. Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am re&s;olv'd to follow&mdash;and learn, if po&s;&s;ible, who 'tis has made this &s;udden Conque&s;t o're me. <STAGE>All go off.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE><HI>Scene Draws, and di&s;covers a Church, a great many People as at Devotion, &s;oft Mu&s;ick Playing. Enter</HI> La Nuche, Aurelia, Petron. <HI>and</HI> Sancho: <HI>To them</HI> Willmore, Feth. Blunt; <HI>then</HI> Ariadne, Lucia. Feth. <HI>bows to</HI> La Nuche <HI>and</HI> Petronella.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now as I hope to be &s;av'd, <HI>Blunt,</HI> &s;he's a mo&s;t Melodious Lady: Would I were worthy to purcha&s;e a &s;in or &s;o with her. Would not &s;uch a Beauty reconcile thy quarrel to the Sex?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, were &s;he an Angel in that &s;hape.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, what a Pox could&s;t not lie with her if &s;he'd let thee? by the Lord, <HI>Harry,</HI> as errant a Dog as I am, I'de fain &s;ee any of Cupid's Cook-Maids put me out of countenance with &s;uch a Shoulder of Mutton.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>See how he gazes on her&mdash;<HI>Lucia</HI> go nearer and o're|hear 'em. <STAGE>Lucia <HI>li&s;tens.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Death, how the charming Hypocrite looks to day, with &s;uch a &s;oft Devotion in her eyes: as if even now &s;he were a prai|&s;ing Heav'n for all th' advantages t'has ble&s;t her with.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look how <HI>Willmore</HI> eyes her, the Rogue's &s;mitten heart-deep&mdash;Whores&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Only a trick to keep her to him&s;elf&mdash;he thought the Name of a <HI>Spani&s;h</HI> Harlot would fright us from attempting&mdash;I mu&s;t divert him&mdash;how is't Captain&mdash;prithee mind this Mu|&s;ick&mdash;is it not mo&s;t Seraphical.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox, let the Fidlers mind and Tune their Pipes, I've higher plea&s;ures now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh have ye &s;o; what with Whores Captain&mdash; 'Tis a mo&s;t delicious Gentlewoman. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Madam, mind that Cavalier, who takes &s;uch pains to recommend him&s;elf to you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, for a fine conceited fool&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Cat&s;o, a fool, what el&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Right, they are our noble&s;t Chapmen, a fool, and a rich fool, and an <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> rich fool&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="13" REF="12">
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Sbud &s;he eyes me, <HI>Ned,</HI> I'le &s;et my &s;elf in order, it may take&mdash;hah&mdash; <STAGE>Sets him&s;elf.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me alone to manage him, I'le to him&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or to the Devil, &s;o I had one Minutes time to &s;peak to <HI>Willmore</HI> in.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>And acco&s;ting him thus&mdash;Tell him&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(In a ha&s;ty tone)</STAGE>&mdash;I am de&s;perately in Love with him, and am Daughter, Wife, or Mi&s;tri&s;s to &s;ome Grandee&mdash;be|mone the condition of Women of Quality in <HI>Spain,</HI> who by too much con&s;traint are obliged to &s;peak fir&s;t&mdash;but were we ble&s;t like other Nations where Men and Women meet&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>Speaking &s;o fa&s;t, &s;he offering to put in her word, is &s;till prevented by 'tothers running on.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>What heards of Cuckolds wou'd <HI>Spain</HI> breed&mdash;'Slife, I could find in my heart to for&s;wear your &s;ervice, have I taught ye your Trade to become my in&s;tructer, how to couzen a dull Phleg|matick grea&s;y braind <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Man&mdash;go and expect your wi&s;hes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>So, &s;he has &s;ent her Matron to our Coxcomb: &s;he &s;aw he was a Cully fit for game&mdash;who would not be a Ra&s;cal to be rich, a Dog, an A&s;s, a beaten hardned Coward&mdash;by Hea|ven, I will po&s;&s;e&s;s this gay In&s;en&s;ible, to make me hate her&mdash; mo&s;t extremely cur&s;e her&mdash;&s;ee&mdash;if &s;he be not fall'n to Prayer again, from thence to Flattery, Jilting and Pur&s;e-taking, to make the Proverb good&mdash;my fair fal&s;e <HI>Sybil,</HI> what In&s;pirations are you waiting from Heav'n, new Arts to cheat Mankind!&mdash;tell me, with what face can&s;t thou be Devout, or ask any thing from thence who ha&s;t made &s;o lewd a u&s;e of what it has already lavi&s;ht on thee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh my carele&s;s Rover! I perceive all your hot &s;hot is not yet &s;pent in Battel, you have a Volley in re&s;erve for me &s;till&mdash;Faith, Officer, the Town has wanted mirth in your ab|&s;ence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;o might all the wi&s;er part for thee, who ha&s;t no mirth, no gayety about thee, but when thou would&s;t de&s;ign &s;ome Coxcombs ruin; to all the re&s;t, a &s;oul thou ha&s;t &s;o dull, that neither Love nor Mirth, not Wit or Wine can wake it to good nature&mdash;thou'rt one who lazily work&s;t in thy Trade, and &s;ell'&s;t for ready money &s;o much kindne&s;s; a tame cold &s;ufferer only, and no more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="14" REF="13">
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, you would have a Mi&s;tri&s;s like a Squirrel in a Cage, always in Action&mdash;one who is as free of her favours as I am &s;paring of mine&mdash;well, Captain&mdash;I have known the time when <HI>La Nuche</HI> was &s;uch a Wit, &s;uch a Humor, &s;uch a Shape, and &s;uch a Voice, (tho to &s;ay truth I &s;ing but &s;curvily) 'twas Comedy to &s;ee and hear me!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe yes faith for once thou wer't, and for once may'&s;t be again, till thou know'&s;t thy Man, and know'&s;t him to be Poor; at fir&s;t you lik'd me too! you &s;aw me Gay! no marks of Poverty dwelt in my face or dre&s;s! and then I was the deare&s;t loveli'&s;t man&mdash;all this was to my out-&s;ide; death, you made love to my Breeches, care&s;s'd my Garniture and Feather, an <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> fool of Quality you thought me&mdash;'Shart, I have known a Woman doat on Quality, tho he has &s;tunk through all his Perfumes; one who never went all to Bed to her, but left his Teeth, an Eye, fal&s;e Back and Brea&s;t, &s;ometimes his Palate too upon her Toylite, whil&s;t her fair Arms hug'd the di&s;member'd Carca&s;e, and &s;wore him all perfection, becau&s;e of Quality.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>But he was rich, good Captain, was he not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh mo&s;t damnably, and a confounded Blockhead, two certain Remedies again&s;t your Pride and Scorn.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have you done, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>With thee and all thy Sex, of which I've try'd a hundred and found none true or hone&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, I doubt not the number! for you are one of tho&s;e healthy &s;tomacht Lovers, that can dige&s;t a Mi&s;tri&s;s in a Night, and Hunger again next Morning; a Pox of your whining Con|&s;umptive con&s;titution, who are only con&s;tant for want of Appe|tite: you have a &s;winging &s;tomach to variety, and want having &s;et an edg upon your invention (with which you cut through all all difficulties) you grow more impudent by &s;ucce&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am not always &s;corn'd then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have known you as confidently put your hand into your Pockets for money in a Morning, as if the Devil had been your Banker, when you knew you put 'em off at Night as emp|ty as your Gloves.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>And it may be found money there too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then with this Poverty &s;o proud you are, you will not give the Wall to the Catholick King, unle&s;s his Picture hung upon't; no Servants, no Money, no Meat, always on foot, and yet undaunted &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="15" REF="13">
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Allow me that, Child.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>I wonder what the Devil makes you &s;o termagant on our Sex, 'tis not your high feeding, for your Grandees only dine, and that but when fortune plea&s;es&mdash;for your parts, who are the poor Dependant, brown Bread and old <HI>Adams</HI> Ale is only cur|rant among&s;t ye, yet if little <HI>Eve</HI> walk in the Garden, the &s;tarv'd lean Rogues neigh after her, as if they were in Paradi&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Still true to Love you &s;ee&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>I heard an <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Capuchin &s;wear, that if the Kings followers could be brought to Pray as well as Fa&s;t, there would be more Saints among&s;t 'em than the Church has ever Canonis'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>All this with pride I own, &s;ince 'tis a Royal Cau&s;e I &s;uf|fer for, go pur&s;ue your bu&s;ine&s;s your own way, in&s;nare the fool&mdash; I &s;aw the toyls you &s;et, and how that face was ordered for the Conque&s;t, your eyes brimful of dying Lying Love! and now and then a wi&s;hing glance or &s;igh thrown as by chance! which when the happy Coxcomb caught&mdash;you feign'd a blu&s;h, as an|gry and a&s;ham'd of the di&s;covery, and all this Cunning's for a little Mercenary gain&mdash;fine Cloaths, perhaps &s;ome Jewels too, whil&s;t all the finery cannot hide the Whore!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's your eternal quarrel to our Sex, 'twere a fine Trade indeed to keep Shop and give our Ware for Love, would it turn to account think ye, Captain, to trick and dre&s;s, to re|ceive all wou'd enter, faith, Captain, try the Trade.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>What in Di&s;cour&s;e with this Railer&mdash;come away&mdash;Po|verty's catching. <STAGE><HI>Returns from di&s;cour&s;e with</HI> Feth. <HI>&s;peaks to</HI> San.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>So is the Pox, good Matron, of which you can afford good penniworths.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>He charms me even with his angry looks, and will undo me yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's leave this place, I'le tell you my &s;ucce&s;s as we go.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. all, &s;ome one way, &s;ome another, the fore-part of the Church &s;huts over, except</HI> Will. Blu. Aria. <HI>and</HI> Luc.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>She's gone, and all the Plagues of Pride go with her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hartlikins follow her&mdash;Pox on't, an I'de but as good a hand at this Game as thou ha&s;t, I'de venture upon any Chance&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Damn her, come, let's to Dinner, Where's <HI>Fetherfool?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Follow'd a good Woodman, who gave him the &s;ign, he'l lodg the Deer e're Night.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="16" REF="14">
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Follow'd her&mdash;he dur&s;t not, the fool wants confi|dence to look on her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh you know not how a Country Ju&s;tice may be im|prov'd by Travel; the Rogue was hedg'd in at home with the fear of his Neighbours and the Penal Statutes, now he's broke loo&s;e, he runs neighing like a Stone-Hor&s;e upon the Common.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>However I'le not believe this&mdash;let's follow 'em.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Will. <HI>and</HI> Blunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<L>He is in Love, but with a Curtizan&mdash;&s;ome comfort that.</L>
<L>We'l after him&mdash;'Tis a faint hearted Lover</L>
<L>Who for the fir&s;t di&s;couragement gives over.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Ariadne <HI>and</HI> Lucia.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<TRAILER>The End of the Fir&s;t Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT II.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scene I.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Fetherfool <HI>and</HI> Sancho, <HI>pa&s;&s;ing over the Stage; after them</HI> Willmore <HI>and</HI> Blunt, <HI>followed by</HI> Ariadne <HI>and</HI> Lucia.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;o, by Heaven, he's chaffering with her Pimp. I'le &s;pare my Cur&s;es on him, for having her, he has a Plague beyond 'em.</P>
<P>&mdash;Harkye, I'le never love, nor lie with Woman more, tho&s;e &s;laves to Lu&s;t, to Vanity and Intre&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha, Captain! <STAGE>Shaking his head and &s;miling.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, let's go drink Damnation to 'em all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not all, good Captain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>All, for I hate 'em all&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heavens! if he &s;hould indeed! <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, <HI>Robert,</HI> I have found you mo&s;t inclined to a Damzel when you had a Bottle in your Head.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Give me thy hand, <HI>Ned</HI>&mdash;Cur&s;e me, de&s;pi&s;e me, point me out for Cowardize if e're thou &s;ee'&s;t me Court a Wo|man more: Nay, when thou know'&s;t I ask any of the Sex a civil que&s;tion again&mdash;a Plague upon 'em, how they've handled me&mdash; come, let's go drink, I &s;ay&mdash;Confu&s;ion to the Race&mdash;a Wo|man!
<PB N="17" REF="14"> &mdash;no, I will be burnt with my own fire to Cinders e're any of the brood &s;hall lay my Flame&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>He cannot be &s;o wicked to keep this re&s;olution &s;ure&mdash;
<STAGE>She pa&s;&s;ing by.</STAGE> Faith I mu&s;t be re&s;olv'd&mdash;you've made a Pious re&s;olution, Sir, had you the Grace to keep it&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>Pa&s;&s;ing on he pau&s;es and looks on her.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hum&mdash;What's that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>That&mdash;O,&mdash;nothing&mdash;but a Woman&mdash;come away.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Woman! Damn her, what mi&s;chief made her cro&s;s my way ju&s;t on the point of Reformation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<L>I find the Devil will not lo&s;e &s;o hopeful a &s;inner.</L>
<L>Hold, hold, Captain, have you no regard to your own Soul,</L>
<L>'D&s;hartlikins 'tis a Woman, a very errant Woman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Friend informs you right, Sir, I am a Woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay Child, or I were a lo&s;t man&mdash;therefore dear love|ly Creature&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;How can you tell, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, I have naturally a large faith, Child, and thou'&s;t a promi&s;ing form, a tempting motion, clean Limbs, well dre&s;t, and a mo&s;t damnable inviting Air.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am not to be &s;old, and &s;o not fond of prai&s;e, I merit not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, not to be &s;old too! by this light, Child, thou &s;peake&s;t like a Cherubim, I have not heard &s;o obliging a &s;ound, from the mouth of Woman-kind, this many a day&mdash;I find we mu&s;t be better acquainted, my Dear.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your rea&s;on, good familiar, Sir, I &s;ee no &s;uch nece&s;&s;ity.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Child, you are mi&s;taken, I am in great nece&s;&s;ity; for fir&s;t I love thee&mdash;de&s;perately&mdash;have I not damn'd my Soul al|ready for thee, and would&s;t thou be &s;o wicked to refu&s;e a little con&s;olation to my Body? Then Secondly, I &s;ee thou art frank and good natur'd, and wilt do rea&s;on gratis.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>How prove ye that, good Mr. Philo&s;opher.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou &s;ay'&s;t thou'rt not to be &s;old, and I'me &s;ure thou'rt to be had&mdash;that lovely Body of &s;o Divine a form, tho&s;e &s;oft &s;mooth Arms and Hands, were made t'imbrace as well as be im|brac'd, that delicate white ri&s;ing Bo&s;om to be pre&s;t, and all thy other charms to be injoy'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="18" REF="15">
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>By one that can e&s;teem 'em to their worth, can &s;et a va|ue and a rate upon 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Name not tho&s;e words, they grate my ears like Jointure, that dull conjugal cant that frights the generous Lover! Rate&mdash; Death, let the old Dotards talk of Rates, and pay it t'atone for the defects of Impotence. Let the &s;ly States-man, who Jilts the Commonwealth with his grave Politiques, pay for the &s;in that he may doat in &s;ecret; let the brisk fool Inch out his &s;canted &s;en&s;e with a large pur&s;emore eloquent than he: but tell not me of rates who bring a Heart, Youth, Vigor, and a Tongue to &s;ing the prai&s;e of every &s;ingle plea&s;ure thou &s;halt give me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then if I &s;hould be kind, I perceive you would not keep the &s;ecret.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Secre&s;ie is a damn'd ungrateful &s;in, Child, known only where Religion and Small-beer are currant, de&s;pis'd where <HI>Apol|lo</HI> and the Vine ble&s;s the Country, you find none of <HI>Jove</HI>'s Mi|&s;tre&s;&s;es hid in Roots and Plants; but fixt Stars in Heaven, for all to gaze and wonder at&mdash;and though I am no God, my Dear, I'le do a Mortals part, and generou&s;ly tell th' admiring World what hidden Charms thou ha&s;t: Come, lead me to &s;ome place of happine&s;s&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, hone&s;t Damzel, be not &s;o full of Que&s;tions, will a Pi&s;tol or two do thee any hurt?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>None at all, Sir&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou &s;peak'&s;t like a hearty Wench&mdash;and I believe ha&s;t not been one of <HI>Venus</HI> Hand-maids &s;o long, but thou under&s;tand&s;t thy Trade&mdash;in &s;hort, fair Damzel, this hone&s;t Fellow here, who is &s;o Termagant upon thy Lady, is my friend, my particu|lar friend, and therefore I would have him hand&s;omly, and well-favourdly abus'd&mdash;you conceive me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly, Sir, a friendly reque&s;t&mdash;but in what nature abus'd?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nature!&mdash;why any of your Tricks would &s;erve&mdash;but if he could be conveniently &s;tript and beaten, or to&s;t in a Blanket, or any &s;uch trivial bu&s;ine&s;s, thou would&s;t do me a &s;ingular kind|ne&s;s; as for Robbery he defies the Devil: an empty Pocket is an Antidote again&s;t that ill.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your money, Sir? and if he be not couzen'd, &s;ay a <HI>Spani&s;h</HI> Woman has neither Wit nor Invention upon occa&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="19" REF="15">
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shartlikins, how I &s;hall Love and Honour thee for't&mdash; here's earne&s;t&mdash;and&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>Talks to her with joy and grimarce.&mdash;</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>But who was that you entertain'd at Church but now?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith one, who for her Beauty merits that glorious Ti|tle that &s;he wears, it was&mdash;a Whore, Child</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's but a &s;curvy Name; yet, if I'me not mi&s;taken, in tho&s;e fal&s;e eyes of yours, they lookt with longing Love upon that&mdash;Whore, Child.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou art i'th' right, and by this hand, my Soul was full as wi&s;hing as my eyes: but a Pox on't, you Women have all a certain Jargon, or Giberi&s;h, peculiar to your &s;elves: of Value, Rate, Pre&s;ent, Intere&s;t, Settlement, Advantage, Price, Mainte|nance, and the Devil and all of Fopperies, which in plain terms &s;ignifie Ready Money, by way of Fine before entrance, &s;o that an hone&s;t well-meaning Merchant of Love finds no credit among&s;t ye, without his Bill of Lading.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>We are not all &s;o cruel&mdash;but the Devil on't is, your good natur'd heart is likely accompanied with an ill face&mdash;and wor&s;e Wit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, Child, a ready Di&s;h when a mans &s;tomach is up, is better than a tedious Fea&s;t. I never &s;aw any Man yet cut my piece; &s;ome are for Beauty, &s;ome for Wit, and &s;ome for the &s;e|cret, but I for all, &s;o it be in a kind Girl: and for Wit in Woman, &s;o &s;he &s;ay prety fond things, we under&s;tand, though true or fal&s;e no matter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Give the Devil his due, you are a very con&s;ciencious Lover: I love a man that &s;corns to impo&s;e dull truth and con&s;tan|cy on a Mi&s;tri&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Con&s;tancy, that currant Coyn with fools! no Child, Heaven keep that Cur&s;e from our Doors.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hang it, it lo&s;es time and profit, new Lovers have new Vows and new Pre&s;ents, whil&s;t the old feed upon a dull repetiti|on of what they did when they were Lovers; 'tis like eating the cold meat ones &s;elf, after having given a friend a Fea&s;t&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;Yes, that's the thrifty food for the Family when the Gue&s;ts are gone. Faith, Child, thou ha&s;t made a neat and a hearty &s;peech: but prithee, my Dear, for the future, leave out that &s;ame Profit and Pre&s;ent, for I have a natural aver&s;ion to hard words: and for matter of quick di&s;patch in the bu&s;ine&s;s&mdash;give
<PB N="20" REF="16"> me thy hand, Child&mdash;let us but &s;tart fair, and if thou out-&s;trip&s;t me, thou'rt a nimble Racer. <STAGE>Lucia <HI>&s;ees</HI> Shift.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, Madam, let's be gone: yonder's Lieutenant <HI>Shift,</HI> who if he &s;ee us, will certainly give an account of it to Mr. <HI>Beaumond.</HI> Let's get in through the Garden, I have the key&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here's company coming, and for &s;everal rea&s;ons, I wou'd not be &s;een. <STAGE>Offers to go.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gad, Child, nor I; reputation is tender&mdash;therefore prithee let's retire&mdash; <STAGE>Offers to go with her.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t not &s;tir a &s;tep.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not &s;tir! no Magick Circle can detain me if you go.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Follow me then at a di&s;tance, and ob&s;erve where I enter; and at Night (if your pa&s;&s;ion la&s;ts &s;o long) return, and you &s;hall find admittance into a Garden. <STAGE>Speaking ha&s;tily.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE>He runs out after her.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Shift.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Sir, the Mountibank's come, and ju&s;t going to begin in the <HI>Piazza:</HI> I have order'd matters &s;o, that you &s;hall have a &s;ight of the Mon&s;ters, and leave to Court 'em, and when won, to give the Guardian a fourth part of the Portions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good: but Mum&mdash;here's the Captain, who mu&s;t by no means know our good fortune, till he &s;ee us in State&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Willmore, Shift <HI>goes to him.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>All things are ready, Sir, for our de&s;ign, the Hou&s;e prepar'd as you directed me, the Guardian wrought, by the per|&s;ua&s;ions of the two Mon&s;ters, to take a Lodging there, and try the Baths of Reformation: the Bank's preparing, and the Opera|tors and Mu&s;ick all ready, and the impatient Town flockt together to behold the Man of Wonders, and nothing wanting but your Don&s;hip and a proper Speech.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis well, I'le go fit my &s;elf with a Dre&s;s, and think of a Speech the while: in the mean time, go you and amu&s;e the ga|ping fools that expect my coming. <STAGE>Goes out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="21" REF="16"><HI>Enter</HI> Fetherfool <HI>Singing and Dancing.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Have you heard a</HI> Spani&s;h <HI>Lady,</HI></L>
<L><HI>How &s;he woo'd an</HI> Engli&s;h <HI>Man;</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe how now <HI>Fetherfool?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Garments gay and rich as may be</HI></L>
<L><HI>Deckt with Jewels, had &s;he on.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe how now, Ju&s;tice, what, run madout of the Dog-days?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Of a comely Countenance and Grace is &s;he,</HI></L>
<L><HI>A &s;weeter Creature in the World there could not be.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe what the Devil's the matter, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stark mad, 'Sdhartlikins.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Of a comely Countenance</HI>&mdash;well, Lieutenant, the mo&s;t Heroick and Illu&s;trious Madona! thou &s;aw&s;t her, <HI>Ned: And of a comely Counte</HI>&mdash;the mo&s;t Magnetick face&mdash;well&mdash;I knew the Charms of the&s;e eyes of mine were not made in vain: I was de&s;ign'd for great things, that's certain&mdash;<HI>And a &s;weeter Creature in the World there could not be.</HI> <STAGE>Singing.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, then the two Lady Mon&s;ters are forgotten? the de&s;ign upon the Million of Money, the Coach and Six, and Pa|tent for Right Wor&s;hipful? All drown'd in the joy of this new Mi&s;tri&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>But well, Lieutenant, &s;ince he is &s;o well provided for, you may put in with me for a Mon&s;ter; &s;uch a je&s;t, and &s;uch a &s;um is not to be lo&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor &s;hall not, or I have lo&s;t my Aim. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(Putting off his Hat)</STAGE> Your Pardons, good Gentlemen, and tho I perceive I &s;hall have no great need for &s;o trifling a &s;um as a hundred thou&s;and Pound, or &s;o, yet a Bargain's a Bargain, Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, 'D&s;hartlikins, the Lieutenant &s;corns to do a foul thing, de &s;ee, but we would not have the Mon&s;ters &s;lighted.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Slighted! no, Sir, I &s;corn your words, I'de have ye to know, that I have as high a re&s;pect for Madam Mon&s;ter, as any Gentleman in Chri&s;tendom, and &s;o I de&s;ire &s;he &s;hould under|&s;tand.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe this is that that's hand&s;om.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="22" REF="17">
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, the Mountibank's come, Lodgings are taken at his Hou&s;e, and the Guardian prepar'd to receive you, on the a|fore&s;aid terms, and &s;ome fifty Pi&s;tols to the Mountibank to &s;tand your friend, and the bu&s;ine&s;s is done.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Which &s;hall be perform'd accordingly, I have it ready about me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>And here's mine, put 'em together, and let's be &s;peedy le&s;t &s;ome &s;hould bribe higher, and put in before us.</P>
<STAGE>Feth. <HI>takes the money, and looks pitifully o'nt.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis a plaguy round &s;um, <HI>Ned,</HI> pray God it turn to Ac|count.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Account, 'D&s;hartlikins, 'tis not in the power of mortal man to couzen me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh fie, Sir, couzen you, Sir,&mdash;well, you'l &s;tay here and &s;ee the Mountibank, he's coming forth.</P>
<STAGE>A Hollowing. Enter from the Front a Bank, a Pageant, which they fix on the Stage at one &s;ide: a little Pavillion on't, Mu&s;ick Playing, and Operators round below or Antiquers.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Mu&s;ick Plays, and an Antique Dance.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Willmore <HI>like a Mountibank, with a Dagger in one hand, and a Viol in the other;</HI> Carlo <HI>with other</HI> Spaniards <HI>below, and Rabble:</HI> Ariadne <HI>and</HI> Lucia <HI>above in the Ballcony, others on the other &s;ide,</HI> Fetherfool <HI>and</HI> Blunt <HI>below.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(bowing)</STAGE> Behold this little Viol, which contains in its narrow bounds, what the whole Univer&s;e cannot purcha&s;e, if &s;old to its true value; this admirable, this miraculous Elixer, drawn from the Hearts of Mandrakes, Phenix Livers, and Tongues of Maremaids, and di&s;till'd by contracted Sun-Beams; has, be|&s;ides the unknown vertue of curing all Di&s;tempers both of Mind and Body: that Divine one of animating the heart of Man to that degree, that however remi&s;s, cold and cowardly by Nature, he &s;hall become vigorous and brave. Oh &s;tupid and in&s;en&s;ible man, when Honour and &s;ecure Renown invites you, to treat it with neg|lect, even when you need but pa&s;&s;ive Valour, to become the He|roes of the Age; receive a thou&s;and wounds, each of which wou'd let out fleeting Life: Here's that can &s;natch the parting Soul in its full career, and bring it back to its Native Man&s;ion; baffles grim Death, and di&s;appoints even Fate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="23" REF="17">
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Pox, and a Man were &s;ure of that now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Behold, here's Demon&s;tration&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>Harliquin <HI>Stabs him&s;elf and falls as dead.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, hold, whe, what the Devil, is the Fellow mad?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, do'&s;t think he'as hurt him&s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hurt him&s;elf! whe he's murder'd Man; 'tis flat <HI>Felo de &s;e,</HI> in any ground in <HI>England,</HI> if I under&s;tand Law, and I have been a Ju&s;tice o'th' Peace.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>See, Gentlemen, he's dead&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look ye there now, I'le be gone le&s;t I be taken as an Acce&s;&s;ary. <STAGE>Going out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Coffin him, Inter him, yet after four and twenty hours, as many drops of this divine Elixer gives him new life again; this will recover whole Fields of &s;lain, and all the dead &s;hall ri&s;e and fight again&mdash;'twas this that made the <HI>Roman</HI> Legions numerous, and now makes <HI>France</HI> &s;o formidable, and this alone&mdash;may be the occa&s;ion of the lo&s;s of <HI>Germany.</HI></P>
<STAGE><HI>Pours in</HI> Harliquin's <HI>Wound, he ri&s;es.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe this Fellow's the Devil, <HI>Ned,</HI> that's certain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Plague, a damn'd Conjurer, this&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, buy this Coward's comfort, quickly buy; what Fop would be abus'd, mimick'd and &s;corn'd, for fear of Wounds can be &s;o ea&s;ily cured? Who is't wou'd bear the In&s;olence and Pride of Domineering great men, proud Officers or Magi&s;trates? or who wou'd cringe to States-Men out of fear? What Cully wou'd be Cuckolded? What fooli&s;h Heir undone by cheating Game&s;ters? What Lord wou'd be Lampoon'd? What Poet fear the malice of his Satyrical Brother, or Athei&s;t fear to fight for fear of death. Come, buy my Cowards Comfort, quickly buy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Egad, <HI>Ned,</HI> a very excellent thing this; I'le lay out ten Reals upon this Commodity.</P>
<STAGE>They buy, whil&s;t another part of the Dance is danc'd.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Behold, this little Paper, which contains a Powder, who&s;e value &s;urmounts that of Rocks of Diamonds and Hills of Gold; 'twas this made <HI>Venus</HI> a Godde&s;s, and given her by <HI>Apol|lo,</HI> from her deriv'd to <HI>Hellen,</HI> and in the Sack of <HI>Troy</HI> lo&s;t, 'till recover'd by me out of &s;ome Ruins of <HI>A&s;ia.</HI> Come, buy it, Ladies, you that wou'd be fair and wear eternal Youth; and you in whom the Amorous Fire remains, when all the Charms are fled: you that dre&s;s young and gay, and would be thought &s;o, that
<PB N="24" REF="18"> Patch and Paint, to fill up times old furrows on your brows, and &s;et your &s;elves for Conque&s;t though in vain; here's that will give you aubern Hair, white Teeth, red Lips, and dimples on your Cheeks: Come, buy it all you that are pa&s;t bewitching, and wou'd have hand&s;om, young and active Lovers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Another good thing, <HI>Ned.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le lay out a Pi&s;tol or two on this, if it have the &s;ame ef|fect on Men.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, all you City Wives, that wou'd advance your Husbands to Lord Mayors, come, buy of me new Beauty; this will give it though now decay'd, as are your Shop Commodities, this will retrieve your Cu&s;tomers, and vend your fal&s;e and out of fa&s;hion'd Wares: cheat, lye, prote&s;t and couzen as you plea&s;e, a hand&s;om Wife makes all a lawful gain. Come, City Wives, come, buy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>A mo&s;t Prodigious Fellow.</P>
<STAGE>They buy, he &s;its, the other part is Danc'd.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>But here, behold the Life and Soul of Man! this is the Amorous Powder, which <HI>Venus</HI> made and gave the God of Love, which made him fir&s;t a Deity; you talk of Arrows, Bows, and killing Darts; Fables, Poetical Fictions and no more: 'tis this a|lone that wounds and fires the Heart, makes Women kind, and equals Men to Gods! 'tis this that makes your great Lady doat on the ill-favour'd Fop; your great Man be Jilted by his little Mi|&s;tri&s;s, the Judg cajol'd by his Sem&s;tre&s;s, and your Politician by his Comedian: your young Lady doat on her decrepit Husband, your Chaplain on my Ladies Waiting-Woman, and the young Squire on the Landry-Maid&mdash;in fine Me&s;&s;ieurs.</P>
<Q><LG>
<L>'Tis this that Cures the Lovers pain,</L>
<L>And <HI>Celia</HI> of her cold di&s;dain.</L>
</LG></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>A mo&s;t devilli&s;h Fellow this!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, &s;hartlikins, <HI>Fetherfool,</HI> let's have a Do&s;e or two of this Powder for quick di&s;patch with our Mon&s;ters.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who Pox, Man, Jugg, my Giant would &s;wallow a whole Cart-Load before 'twould operate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>No hurt in trying a Paper or two however.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Carlo.</SPEAKER>
<P>A mo&s;t admirable Receipt, I &s;hall have need on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="25" REF="18">
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I need &s;ay nothing of my Divine Baths of Reformation, nor the wonders of the old Oracle of the Box, which Re&s;olves all Que&s;tions, my Bills &s;ufficiently declare their Vertue. <STAGE>Sits down.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE>They buy.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Petronella Elenora <HI>carried in a Chair, Dre&s;s'd like a Girl of Fifteen.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Room there, Gentlemen, room for a Patient.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Seignior, who may this be thus muz'ld by old Gaffer time?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<P>One <HI>Petronella Elenora,</HI> Sir, a famous out-worn Cur|tezan.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Elenora,</HI> &s;he may be that of <HI>Troy</HI> for her Antiquity, tho fitter for God <HI>Priapus</HI> to ravi&s;h than <HI>Paris.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Hunt,</HI> a word, do&s;t thou &s;ee that &s;ame formal Politician yonder, on the Jennet, the Nobler Animal of the two?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hunt.</SPEAKER>
<P>What of him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis the &s;ame Drew on the Captain this Morning, and I mu&s;t revenge the affront.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hunt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have a care of Revenges in <HI>Spain,</HI> upon Per&s;ons of his Quality.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay&mdash;I'le only &s;teal his Hor&s;e from under him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hunt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Steal it, thou may'&s;t take it by force perhaps, but how &s;afely is a Que&s;tion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le warrant thee&mdash;&s;houlder you up one &s;ide of his great Saddle, I'le do the like on t'other; then heaving him gent|ly up, <HI>Harliquin</HI> &s;hall lead the Hor&s;e from between his Wor&s;hips Legs: all this in the Crowd will not be perceiv'd, where all eyes are imploy'd on the Mountibank.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hunt.</SPEAKER>
<P>I apprehend you now&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><HI>Whil'&s;t they are li&s;ting</HI> Petronella <HI>on the Stage of the Mounti|bank, they go into the Crowd, &s;houlder up</HI> Carlo's <HI>Saddle,</HI> Harliquin <HI>leads the Hor&s;e forward, whil&s;t</HI> Carlo <HI>is gazing, and turning up his Mu&s;tacho's&mdash;they hold him up a little while, then let him drop&mdash;he ri&s;es and &s;tares about for his Hor&s;e&mdash;</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<P>This flat Conjuration.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's your Wor&s;hip on foot?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="26" REF="19">
<SPEAKER>Hunt.</SPEAKER>
<P>I never &s;aw his Wor&s;hip on foot before.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirra, none of your Je&s;ts, this mu&s;t be by Diabolical Art, and &s;hall co&s;t the Seignior dear&mdash;Men of my Garb affronted&mdash; my Jennet vani&s;ht&mdash;mo&s;t miraculous, by St. <HI>Jago,</HI> I'le be re|venged&mdash;hah, what here&mdash;<HI>La Nuche</HI>&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>Surveys her at a di&s;tance.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> La Nuche, Aurelia, Sancho.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>We are pur&s;u'd by <HI>Beaumond,</HI> who will certainly hin|der our &s;peaking to <HI>Willmore,</HI> &s;hould we have the good fortune to &s;ee him in this Crowd&mdash;and yet there's no avoiding him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;he, How carefully &s;he &s;huns me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aure.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'me &s;atisfied he knows us by that Jealous concern which appears in that prying countenance of his.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stay, Cruel, Is it Love or Curio&s;ity that wings tho&s;e nimble feet? <STAGE>Holds her.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Lucia <HI>above and</HI> Ariadne. <HI>Aria. Beaumond</HI> with a Woman&mdash;</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have you forgot this is the glorious day that u&s;hers in the night &s;hall make you mine? the happie&s;t night that ever fa|vour'd Love!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or if I have, I find you'l take care to remember me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sooner I could forget the Aids of Life, &s;ooner forget how fir&s;t that Beauty Charm'd me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, &s;ince your memory's &s;o good, I need not doubt your coming.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Still cold and unconcern'd! How have I doated, and how &s;acrific'd, regardle&s;s of my Fame, lain idleing here, when all the Youth of <HI>Spain</HI> were gaining Honour, valuing one &s;mile of thine above their Laurels?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<L>And in return, I do &s;ubmit to yield, preferring you a|bove tho&s;e fighting fools,</L>
<L>Who &s;afe in Multitudes reap Honour cheaper.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yet there is one&mdash;one of tho&s;e fighting fools, which &s;hould'&s;t thou &s;ee, I fear I were undone; brave, hand&s;om, gay, and all that Women doat on, unfortunate in every good of life, but that one ble&s;&s;ing of obtaining Women: be wi&s;e, for if thou &s;ee&s;t him thou art lo&s;t&mdash;Why do&s;t thou blu&s;h?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e you doubt my heart, 'tis <HI>Willmore</HI> that he means. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
<PB N="27" REF="19"> &mdash;We've eyes upon us, <HI>Don Carlo</HI> may grow Jealous, and he's a powerful Rival&mdash;at Night I &s;hall expect ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whil&s;t I prepare my &s;elf for &s;uch a ble&s;&s;ing.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Beau.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! a Cavalier in conference with <HI>La Nuche!</HI> and en|tertain'd without my knowledg! I mu&s;t prevent this Lover, for he's young&mdash;and this Night will &s;urpri&s;e her&mdash; <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>And you would be re&s;tor'd. <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Petro.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, if there be that Divinity in your Baths of Refor|mation. <HI>Wil.</HI> There are.</P>
<Q><LG>
<L>New Flames &s;hall &s;parkle in tho&s;e Eyes;</L>
<L>And the&s;e Gray Hairs flowing and bright &s;hall ri&s;e:</L>
<L>The&s;e Cheeks fre&s;h Buds of Ro&s;es wear,</L>
<L>And all your wither'd Limbs &s;o &s;mooth and cleer,</L>
<L>As &s;hall a general Wonder move,</L>
<L>And wound a thou&s;and Hearts with Love.</L>
</LG></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Elen.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Ble&s;&s;ing on you, Sir, there's fifty Pi&s;tols for you, and as I earn it you &s;hall have more <STAGE>They lift her down.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Willmore <HI>bowing.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Me&s;&s;ieurs, 'tis late, and the Seignior's Patients &s;tay for him at his Laboratory, to morrow you &s;hall &s;ee the conclu&s;ion of this Experiment, and &s;o I humbly take my leave at this time.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Willmore, <HI>below &s;ees</HI> La Nuche, <HI>makes up to her, whil&s;t the la&s;t part of the Dance is Dancing.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>What makes you follow me, Sir?</P>
<STAGE>She goes from him, he pur&s;ues.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, I &s;ee &s;omething in that lovely Face of yours, which if not timely prevented, will be your ruin: I'me now in ha&s;te, but I have more to &s;ay&mdash; <STAGE>Goes off.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu</SPEAKER>
<P>Stay, Sir,&mdash;he's gone&mdash;and fill'd me with a curio&s;ity that will not let me re&s;t till it be &s;atisfied: follow me, <HI>Aurelia,</HI> for I mu&s;t know my De&s;tiny. <STAGE>Goes out.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE>The Dance ended, the Bank removes, the People go off.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, <HI>Ned,</HI> now for our Amorous Vi&s;it to the two La|dy Mon&s;ters. <STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Feth. <HI>and</HI> Blunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<PB N="28" REF="20">
<HEAD><HI>SCENE</HI> Changes to a fine Chamber.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Ariadne <HI>and</HI> Lucia.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'me thoughtful: Prithee, Cou&s;in, &s;ing &s;ome fooli&s;h Song&mdash;
<FLOATEXT LANG="eng" TYPE="song">
<HEAD>SONG.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>Phillis</HI> who&s;e heart was unconfin'd,</L>
<L>And free as Flowers on Meads and Plains.</L>
<L>None boa&s;ted of her being kind,</L>
<L>'Mong&s;t all the Langui&s;hing and Amorous Swains:</L>
<L>No &s;ighs nor tears the Nymph could move <STAGE>Bis.</STAGE></L>
<L>To pity, or return their Love.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Till on a time, the haple&s;s Maid</L>
<L>Retir'd, to &s;hun the heat o'th' day,</L>
<L>Into a Grove beneath, who&s;e Shade,</L>
<L><HI>Strephon,</HI> the carele&s;s Shepherd, &s;leeping lay:</L>
<L>But oh &s;uch charms the youth adorn, <STAGE>Bis.</STAGE></L>
<L>Love is reveng'd for all her &s;corn.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her Cheeks with Blu&s;hes covered were,</L>
<L>And tender &s;ighs her Bo&s;om warm;</L>
<L>A &s;oftne&s;s in her eyes appear,</L>
<L>&V;nu&s;ual pains &s;he feels from every Charm:</L>
<L>To Woods and Ecchoes now &s;he cries, <STAGE>Bis.</STAGE></L>
<L>For Mode&s;ty to &s;peak denies.</L>
</LG>
</FLOATEXT></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, help to undre&s;s me, for I'le to this Mountebank to know what &s;ucce&s;s I &s;hall have with my Cavalier.</P>
<STAGE>&V;npins her things before a great Gla&s;s that is fa&s;ten'd.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are re&s;olv'd then to give him admittance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where's the danger of a hand&s;om young fellow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>But you don't know him, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ariad.</SPEAKER>
<P>But I de&s;ire to do, and time may bring it about with|out miracle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Cou&s;in, <HI>Beaumond,</HI> will forbid the Banes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="29" REF="20">
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, nor old <HI>Carlos</HI> neither: my Mothers pretious choice who is as &s;olicitous for the old Gentleman, as my Father in Law is for his Nephew. Therefore, <HI>Lucia,</HI> like a good and gracious Child, I'le end the di&s;pute between my Father and Mother, and plea&s;e my &s;elf in the choice of this Stranger, if he be to be had.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hould as &s;oon be enamour'd on the North Wind, a Tempe&s;t, or a Clap of Thunder. Ble&s;s me from &s;uch a bla&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'de have my Lover rough as Seas in Storms upon occa|&s;ion; I hate your dull temperate Lover, 'tis &s;uch a husbandly quality! like <HI>Beaumond</HI>'s addre&s;&s;es to me, whom neither joy nor anger puts in motion; or if it do, 'tis vi&s;ibly forc'd&mdash;I'me glad I &s;aw him entertain a Woman to day, not that I care, but wou'd be fairly rid of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'l hardly mend your &s;elf in this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, becau&s;e he held Di&s;cour&s;e with a Curtezan.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, is there no danger in her eyes do ye think?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>None that I fear, that Stranger's not &s;uch a fool to give his heart to a common Woman, and &s;he that's concern'd where her Lover be&s;tows his Body, were I the man, I &s;hould think &s;he had a mind to't her &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>And rea&s;on, Madam, in a lawful way, 'tis your due.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>What all! uncon&s;cionable <HI>Lucia!</HI> I am more merciful; but be he what he will, I'le to this Cunning Man to know whe|ther ever any part of him &s;hall be mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lord, Madam, &s;ure he's a Conjurer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let him be the Devil, I'le try his skill, and to that end, will put on a Suit of my Cou&s;in <HI>Endymion;</HI> there are two or three very pretty ones of his in the Wardrobe, go carry 'em to my Chamber, and we'l fit our &s;elves and away&mdash;Go ha&s;te whil&s;t I undre&s;s. <STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Lucia.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE>Ariadne <HI>undre&s;&s;ing before the Gla&s;s.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Beaumond <HI>tricking him&s;elf, and looks on him&s;elf.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now for my charming Beauty, fair <HI>La Nuche</HI>&mdash;hah&mdash; <HI>Ariadne</HI>&mdash;damn the dull Property, how &s;hall I free my &s;elf.</P>
<STAGE>She turns, &s;ees him, and walks from the Gla&s;s, he takes no no|tice of her, but tricks him&s;elf in the Gla&s;s, humming a Song.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="30" REF="21">
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Beaumond,</HI> what Devil brought him hither to prevent me: I hate the formal Matrimonial Fop. <STAGE>Walks about and &s;ings.</STAGE>
<Q LANG="fre"><L>Somme nous pas trope heureux</L>
<L>Bell Iri&s;e que nous en&s;emble.</L></Q> &mdash;A Devil on him, he may chance to plague me till night, and hinder my dear a&s;&s;ignation. <STAGE>Sings again.</STAGE></P>
<Q LANG="fre"><LG>
<L>La Nuite e&s;t &s;e &s;ombre voiles</L>
<L>Coverie, nous de&s;ires ardant;</L>
<L>Et l' Amour e&s;t les Etoyles,</L>
<L>Son nous &s;ecret confidents.</L>
</LG></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox on't, how dull am I at an excu&s;e. <STAGE>Sets his Wig in the Gla&s;s, and &s;ings.</STAGE>
<Q><LG>
<L>A Pox of Love and Woman-kind,</L>
<L>And all the Fops adore 'em.</L>
</LG></Q>
<STAGE>Puts on his Hat, Cocks it and goes to her.</STAGE> How is't Cuz?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>So, here's the &s;awcy freedom of a Husband Lover&mdash;a ble&s;t invention this of marrying who e're fir&s;t found it out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Damn this <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Dog of a Periwig-maker, what an ungainly Air it gives the face, and for a Wedding Periwig too&mdash; how do'&s;t thou like it <HI>Ariadne</HI>&mdash; <STAGE>&V;nea&s;ie.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>As ill as the man&mdash;I perceive you have taken more care for your Periwig than your Bride.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>And with rea&s;on, <HI>Ariadne,</HI> the Bride was never the care of the Lover, but the bu&s;ine&s;s of the Parents; 'tis a &s;erious affair, and ought to be manag'd by the grave and wi&s;e: thy Mother and my Uncle have agreed the matter, and would it not look very &s;illily in me now to whine a tedious tale of Love in your ear, when the bu&s;ine&s;s is at an end, 'tis like &s;aying a Grace when a Man &s;hould give Thanks.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why did not you begin &s;ooner then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, <HI>Ariadne,</HI> becau&s;e I know nothing of the de&s;ign in hand; had I had civil warning, thou &s;hould&s;t have had as pretty &s;mart Speeches from me as any Coxcomb Lover of 'em all could have made thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="31" REF="21">
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall never marry like a <HI>Jew</HI> in my own Tribe; I'de ra|ther be po&s;&s;e&s;t by hone&s;t old doating Age, than by &s;awcy concei|ted Youth, who&s;e incon&s;tancy never leaves a Woman &s;afe or quiet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bea.</SPEAKER>
<P>You know the Proverb of the half Loaf, <HI>Ariadne,</HI> a Hu&s;|band that will deal thee &s;ome Love is better than one who can give thee none; you would have a ble&s;&s;ed time on't with old fa|ther <HI>Carlo.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>No matter, a Woman may with &s;ome lawful excu&s;e Cuckold him, and 'twould be &s;carce a &s;in&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not &s;o much as lying with him, who&s;e Reverend Age wou'd make it look like Ince&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>But to marry thee&mdash;would be a Tyranny from whence there's no Appeal: a Drinking Whoring Husband, 'tis the De|vil&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are deceived if you think <HI>Don Carlo</HI> more cha&s;te than I; only duller, and more a Mi&s;er, one that fears his Fle&s;h more, and loves his Money better.</P>
<P>&mdash;Then to be condemn'd to lye with him&mdash;oh, who would not rejoice to meet a Woollen Wai&s;tcoat and knit Night|cap without a Lining, a Shirt &s;o na&s;ty, a cleanly Gho&s;t would not appear in't at the latter Day; then the compound of na&s;ty &s;mells about him, &s;tinking Breath, Mu&s;tachoes &s;tufft with villa|nous &s;nu&s;h Tobacco and hollow teeth; thus prepar'd for delight, you meet in Bed, where you may lye and &s;igh whole Nights away, he &s;nores it out 'till Morning, and then ri&s;es to his &s;ordid bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>All this frights me not; 'tis &s;till much better than a kee|ping Husband, whom neither Beauty nor Honour in a Wife can oblige.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh you know not the good Nature of a Man of Wit, at lea&s;t I &s;hall bear a con&s;cience, and do thee rea&s;on, which Hea|ven denies to old <HI>Carlo</HI> were he willing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, he talks as high, and thinks as well of him&s;elf as any young Coxcomb of ye all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>He has rea&s;on, for if his Faith were no better than his Works, he'd be damn'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Death, who wou'd marry, who wou'd be chaffer'd thus, and &s;old to &s;lavery; I'de rather buy a friend at any price that I could Love and Tru&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay! could we but drive on &s;uch a Bargain!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="32" REF="22">
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hould not be the Man; you have a Mi&s;tri&s;s, Sir, that has your heart, and all your &s;ofter hours: I know't, and if I were &s;o wretched as to marry thee, mu&s;t &s;ee my Fortune lavi&s;ht out on her, her Coaches Dre&s;s and Equipage exceed mine by far: po&s;&s;e&s;s &s;he all the day thy hours of mirth, good humour and ex|pence, thy &s;miles, thy ki&s;&s;es, and thy Charms of Wit. Oh how you talk and look when in her Pre&s;ence! but when with me,
<STAGE>Sings.</STAGE>
<Q><LG>
<L>A Pox of Love and Woman-kind, </L>
<L>And all the Fops adore 'em.</L>
</LG></Q> How is't Cuz&mdash;then &s;lap, on goes the Beaver, which being cock'd, you bear up briskly, with the Second Part to the &s;ame Tune&mdash;Harkye, Sir, let me advi&s;e you to pack up your trum|pery and be gone: your Honourable Love, your Matrimonial Foppery, with your other Trinkets thereunto belonging, or I &s;hall talk aloud, and let your Uncle hear you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure &s;he cannot know I love <HI>La Nuche.</HI> <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE> The Devil take me, &s;poil'd! What Ra&s;cal has inveagled thee? What lying fawning Coward has abus'd thee? When fell you into this Lewdne&s;s? Pox thou art hardly worth the loving now, that can&s;t be &s;uch a fool to wi&s;h me Cha&s;te, or love me for that Vertue: or that would&s;t have me a Ceremonious Whelp, one that makes hand&s;om Legs to Knights without laughing, or with a &s;neaking mode&s;t Squiri&s;h Countenance, a&s;&s;ure you, I have my Maiden-head: a Cur&s;e upon thee, the very thought of Wife has made thee formal.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t di&s;&s;emble, or he'le &s;tay all day to make his peace again&mdash;why, have you ne're&mdash;a Mi&s;tri&s;s then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>A hundred, by this day, as many as I like, they are my mirth, the bu&s;ine&s;s of my loo&s;e and wanton hours; but thou art my Devotion: the grave, the &s;olemn plea&s;ure of my &s;oul&mdash;Pox, would I were hand&s;omly rid of thee too.</P>
<P>&mdash;Come, I have bu&s;ine&s;s,&mdash;&s;end me pleas'd away.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Would to Heaven thou wert gone&mdash; <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE> &mdash;You'r going to &s;ome Woman now&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh damn the Sex, I hate 'em all&mdash;but thee&mdash;farewel my pretty jealous&mdash;&s;ullen&mdash;fool&mdash; <STAGE>Goes out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Farewel, believing Coxcomb&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Lucia.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucia.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, the Cloaths are ready in your Chamber.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's ha&s;t and put 'em on then. <STAGE>Runs out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<TRAILER>The End of the Second Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<PB N="33" REF="22">
<HEAD>ACT III.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scene I.</HEAD>
<STAGE>A Hou&s;e.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Fetherfool <HI>and</HI> Blunt, <HI>&s;taring about, after them</HI> Shift.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Gentlemen, this is the Doctors Hou&s;e, and your fifty Pi&s;tols has made him intirely yours; the Ladies too are here in &s;afe Cu&s;tody&mdash;Come, draw Lots who &s;hall have the Dwarf, and who the Giant. <STAGE>They Draw.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have the Giant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I the little Tiny Gentlewoman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, you &s;hall fir&s;t &s;ee the Ladies, and then prepare for your Uncle <HI>Mo&s;es,</HI> the old <HI>Jew</HI> Guardian, before whom you mu&s;t be very grave and &s;ententious: you know the old Law was full of Ceremony.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, I long to &s;ee the Ladies, and to have the fir&s;t on|&s;et over.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le cau&s;e 'em to walk forth immediately. <STAGE>Goes out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>My heart begins to fail me plaguily&mdash;would I could &s;ee 'em a little at a di&s;tance before they come &s;lap da&s;h upon a man, <STAGE>Peeping.</STAGE> &mdash;hah!&mdash;Mercy upon us!&mdash;what's yonder!&mdash;Ah <HI>Ned,</HI> my Mon&s;ter as big as the Whore of <HI>Babylon</HI>&mdash;Oh I'me in a cold &s;weat&mdash; <STAGE>Blunt <HI>pulls him to peep, and both do &s;o.</HI></STAGE> &mdash;Oh <HI>Lord!</HI> &s;he's as Tall as the St. <HI>Chri&s;topher</HI> in <HI>Notre dam</HI> at <HI>Paris,</HI> and the little one looks like the Chri&s;to upon his Shoul|ders&mdash;I &s;hall ne're be able to &s;tand the fir&s;t brunt.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>'D&s;hartlikins whither art going? <STAGE>Pulls him back.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;Whe only&mdash;to&mdash;&s;ay my Prayers a little&mdash;I'le be with thee pre&s;ently. <STAGE>Offers to go, he pulls him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a Pox art thou afraid of a Woman&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not of a Woman, <HI>Ned,</HI> but of a She <HI>Garigantua.</HI> I am a <HI>Hercules</HI> in Petticoats.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>The le&s;s re&s;emblance the better, '&s;hartlikins, I'de rather mine were a <HI>Centaure</HI> than a Woman: no, &s;ince my <HI>Naples</HI> Ad|venture, I am clearly for your Mon&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="34" REF="23">
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, <HI>Ned.</HI> there's rea&s;on in all things&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>But villanous Woman&mdash;'D&s;hartlikins, &s;tand your ground, or I'le nail ye to't: Whe what a Pox are you &s;o quezy &s;tomach'd, a Mon&s;ter wont down with you, with a hundred thou|&s;and pound to boot, <STAGE>Pulling him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, <HI>Ned,</HI> that mollifies &s;omething; and I &s;corn it &s;hould be &s;aid of <HI>Nich. Fetherfool</HI> that he left his friend in danger, or did an ill thing: therefore, as thou &s;ay'&s;t, <HI>Ned,</HI> tho &s;he were a <HI>Centaure,</HI> I'le not budg an inch.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe God a mercy.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter the Giant and Dwarf, with them</HI> Shift <HI>as an Operator.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh&mdash;they come&mdash;Prithee, <HI>Ned,</HI> advance&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>Puts him forward..</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t beautiful Ladies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe what a flattering Son of a Whore's this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>The&s;e are the illu&s;trious per&s;ons your Uncle de&s;igns your humble Servants, and who have &s;o extraordinary a pa&s;&s;ion for your Seigniora&s;hips.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh yes, a mo&s;t damnable one: wou'd I were cleanlily off the lay, and had my money again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Think of a Million, Rogue, and do not hang an Ar&s;e thus.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gia.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, does the Cavalier think I'le devour him?</P>
<STAGE>To Shift.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Somthing inclin'd to &s;uch a fear.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Go and &s;alute her, or, Ad&s;hartlikins, I'le leave you to her mercy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh dear, <HI>Ned,</HI> have pity on me&mdash;but as for &s;aluting her, you &s;peak of more than may be done, dear heart, without a Scaling Ladder. <STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Shift.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dwa.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure, Segnior <HI>Harliquin,</HI> the&s;e Gentlemen are dumb.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, my little diminitive Mi&s;tri&s;s, my &s;mall Epitomie of Woman-kind, we can prattle when our hands are in, but we are raw and ba&s;hful, young beginners, for this is the fir&s;t time we ever were in Love: we are &s;omething aukard, or &s;o, but we &s;hall come on in time, and mend upon incouragement.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox on him, what a delicate Speech has he made now, &mdash;'Gad I'de give a thou&s;and pound a year for <HI>Neds</HI> Conci&s;e
<PB N="35" REF="23"> Wit, but not a groat for his Judgment in Woman-kind.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Shift <HI>with a Ladder, &s;ets it again&s;t the Giant, and bows to</HI> Fetherfool.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here Segnior, Don, Approach, Mount, and &s;alute the Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mount, whe 'twould turn my Brains to look down from her Shoulders&mdash;but hang't, 'Gad I will be brave and venture. <STAGE>Runs up the Ladder, &s;alutes her, and runs down again.</STAGE> And Egad this was an Adventure and a bold one&mdash;but &s;ince I am come off with a whole skin, I am fle&s;ht for the next on&s;et. &mdash;Madam,&mdash;has your Greatne&s;s any mind to marry&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><HI>Goes to her, &s;peaks, and runs back,</HI> Blunt <HI>claps him on the back.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gia.</SPEAKER>
<P>What if I have?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe then, Madam, without inchanted Sword or Buck|ler, I am your Man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gia.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Man! my Mou&s;e. I'le marry none who&s;e Per&s;on and Courage &s;hall not bear &s;ome proportion to mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Mightine&s;s, I fear, will die a Maid then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gia.</SPEAKER>
<P>I doubt you'l &s;carce &s;ecure me from that fear, who Court my Fortune, not my Beauty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hu, how &s;cornful &s;he is, I'le warrant you&mdash;whe I mu&s;t confe&s;s, your Per&s;on is &s;omething Heroical and Ma&s;culine, but I prote&s;t to your Highne&s;s, I Love and Honour ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dwa.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, Si&s;ter, be not &s;o coy, I like my Lover well e|nough, and if Seignior Mountibank keep his word in making us of rea&s;onable Proportions, I think the Gentlemen may &s;erve for Husbands.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Di&s;&s;emble, or you betray your Love for us.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide to the Giant.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gia.</SPEAKER>
<P>And if he do keep his word, I &s;hould make a better choice, not that I would change this Noble frame of mine, cou'd I but meet my Match, and keep up the fir&s;t Race of Man intire: but &s;ince this &s;canty World affords none &s;uch, I to be happy, mu&s;t be new Created, and then I &s;hall expect a wi&s;er Lover.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe what a peevi&s;h Tit's this; nay, look ye, Madam, as for that matter, your Extraordinarine&s;s may do what you plea&s;e, &mdash;but 'tis not done like a Mon&s;ter of Honour, when a man has &s;et his heart upon you, to ca&s;t him off&mdash;therefore I hope
<PB N="36" REF="24"> you'l pity a de&s;pairing Lover, and ca&s;t down an eye of Con&s;ola|tion upon me, for I vow, mo&s;t Amazonian Prince&s;s, I love ye as if Heaven and Earth wou'd come together.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dwa.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Si&s;ter will do much, I'me &s;ure, to &s;ave the Man that loves her &s;o pa&s;&s;ionately&mdash;&s;he has a heart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>And a &s;winger 'tis,&mdash;'Sbud&mdash;&s;he moves like the Royal Soveraign, and is as long a Tacking about. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gia.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then your Religion, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, as for that, Madam, we are <HI>Engli&s;h,</HI> a Nation, I thank God, that &s;tands as little upon Religion as any Nation un|der the Sun, unle&s;s it be in contradiction; and at this time, have &s;o many among&s;t us, a man knows not which to turn his hand to &mdash;neither will I &s;tand with your Hugene&s;s for a &s;mall matter of faith or &s;o&mdash;Religion &s;hall break no &s;quares.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dwa.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope, Sir, you are of your friends opinion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>My little &s;park of a Diamond, I am, I was born a <HI>Jew,</HI> with an aver&s;ion to Swines fle&s;h.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dwa.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Sir, I &s;hall ha&s;ten Seignior Doctor to compleat my Beauty, by &s;ome &s;mall addition, to appear the more grateful to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lady, do not trouble your &s;elf with tran&s;itory parts, 'D&s;hartlikins thou'rt as hand&s;om as needs be for a Wife.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dwa.</SPEAKER>
<P>A little taller, Seignior, would not do ami&s;s, my younger Si&s;ter has got &s;o much the &s;tart of me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Introth &s;he has, and now I think on't, a little taller wou'd do well for Propagation; I &s;hould be loth the Po&s;terity of the Antient Family of the <HI>Blunts</HI> of <HI>E&s;&s;ex</HI> &s;hould dwindle into Pig|mies or Fayries</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gia.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Seigniors, &s;ince you come with our Uncles liking, we give ye leave to hope, hope&mdash;and be happy&mdash; <STAGE>They go out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Egad, and that's great and gracious&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Willmore <HI>and an Operator.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Gentlemen, and how like you the Ladies?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith well enough for the fir&s;t cour&s;e, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Uncle, by my indeavour, is intirely yours&mdash;but whil&s;t the Baths are preparing, 'twould be well if you would think of what Age, Shape, and Complexion you would have your Ladies form'd in.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="37" REF="24">
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, may we chu&s;e, Mr. Doctor?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Beauties you plea&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then will I have my Giant, <HI>Ned,</HI> ju&s;t &s;uch another Gen|tlewoman as I &s;aw at Church to day &mdash;and about &s;ome 15.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hum, 15 &mdash; I begin to have a plaguie itch about me too, towards a hand&s;ome Damzel of 15. but fir&s;t let's marry, le&s;t they &s;hould be boyled away in the&s;e Baths of Reformation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;But, Doctor, can you do all this without the help of the Devil?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hum, &s;ome &s;mall hand he has in the bu&s;ine&s;s: we make an exchange with him, give him the clippings of the Giant for &s;o much of his &s;tore as will &s;erve to build the Dwarf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe then mine will be more than three parts Devil, Mr. Doctor.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not &s;o, the &s;tock is only Devil, the graft is your own little Wife inoculated.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, let the Devil and you agree about this matter as &s;oon as you plea&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Shift <HI>as an Operator.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, there is without a Per&s;on of an extraordinary Size wou'd &s;peak with you. <HI>Will.</HI> Admit him.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Harliquin, <HI>&V;&s;hers in</HI> Hunt <HI>as a Giant.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah&mdash;&s;ome o'regrown Rival on my Life.</P>
<STAGE>Feth. <HI>gets from it.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>What the Devil have we here? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hunt.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Bezolos mano's,</HI> Seignior, I under&s;tand there is a Lady who&s;e Beauty and Proportion can only merit me; I'le &s;ay no more&mdash;but &s;hall be grateful to you for your a&s;&s;i&s;tance&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;o&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hunt.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil's in't if this does not fright 'em from a far|ther Court&s;hip&mdash; <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fear nothing, Seignior&mdash;Seignior, you may try your chance, and vi&s;it the Ladies. <STAGE><HI>Talks to</HI> Will.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe where the Devil could this Mon&s;ter conceal him|&s;elf all this while, that we &s;hould neither &s;ee nor hear of him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="38" REF="25">
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh&mdash;he lay di&s;guis'd; I have heard of an Army that has done &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox, no &s;ingle hou&s;e cou'd hold him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>No&mdash;he di&s;pos'd him&s;elf in &s;everal parcels up and down the Town, here a Leg, and there an Arm; and hearing of this proper Match for him, put him&s;elf together to Court his fellow Mon&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Lord! I wonder what Religion he's of.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Some Heathen Papi&s;t, by his notable Plots and Contri|vances.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis <HI>Hunt,</HI> that Rogue&mdash; <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
<P>Sir, I confe&s;s there is great power in &s;impathy&mdash;Conduct him to the Ladies&mdash; <STAGE>He tries to go in at the Door.</STAGE></P>
<P>&mdash;I am &s;orry you cannot enter at that low Door, Seignior, I'le have it broken down&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hunt.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, Seignior, I can go in at twice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, at twice, what a Pox can he mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, Sir, 'tis a frequent thing by way of Inchantment.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Hunt <HI>being all Doublet, leaps off from another Man who is all Britches, and goes out, Britches follows &s;talking.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Pox, Mr. Doctor, this mu&s;t be the Devil.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh fie, Sir, the Devil, no, 'tis all done by an inchanted Girdle&mdash;the&s;e damn'd Ra&s;cals will &s;poil all by too gro&s;s an impo&s;ition on the fools.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is the Devil, <HI>Ned,</HI> that's certain&mdash;but harkye, Mr. Doctor, I hope I &s;hall not have my Mi&s;tri&s;s inchanted from me by this inchanted Rival, hah?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, no, Sir, the Inqui&s;ition will never let 'em marry, for fear of a Race of Giants, 'twill be wor&s;e than the Inva&s;ion of the <HI>Moors,</HI> or the <HI>French,</HI> but go&mdash;think of your Mi&s;tri&s;&s;es Names and Ages, here's company, and you wou'd not be &s;een.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Blunt <HI>and</HI> Feth.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> La Nuche, Aurelia, Will. <HI>bows to her.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, the fame of your excellent knowledg, and what you &s;aid to me this day, has given me a Curio&s;ity to learn my Fate, at lea&s;t that Fate you threatned.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="39" REF="25">
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, from the Oracle in the Box you may be re&s;ol|ved any Que&s;tion&mdash; <STAGE>Leads her to the Table where &s;tands a Box full of Balls, &s;tares on her.</STAGE></P>
<P>&mdash;how lovely every ab&s;ent minute makes her&mdash;Madam, be pleas'd to draw from out this Box what Ball you will.</P>
<STAGE>She Draws, he takes it and gazes on her and on it.</STAGE>
<P>Madam, upon this little Globe is Character'd your Fate and For|tune; the Hi&s;tory of your Life to come and pa&s;t&mdash;fir&s;t, Madam, &mdash;you're&mdash;a Whore.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>A very plain beginning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Art &s;peaks &s;imple truth; the Moon is your A&s;cen|dant, that covetous Planet that borrows all his Light, and is in oppo&s;ition &s;till to <HI>Venus,</HI> and&mdash;Intere&s;t more prevails with you than Love! yet here I find a cro&s;s&mdash;intruding Line&mdash;that does inform me&mdash;you have an itch that way, but Intere&s;t &s;till oppo|&s;es: you are a &s;lavi&s;h mercenary Pro&s;titute.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Art is &s;o, though call'd Divine! and all the Uni|ver&s;e is &s;way'd by Intere&s;t, and wou'd you wi&s;h this Beauty which adorns me, &s;hould be di&s;pos'd about for Charity: proceed, and &s;peak more rea&s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;But <HI>Venus</HI> here gets the A&s;cent again, and&mdash;&s;pight of&mdash;Intere&s;t, &s;pight of all aver&s;ion, will make you doat upon a Man&mdash; <STAGE>Still looking on and turning the Ball.</STAGE></P>
<P>&mdash;Wild, fickle&mdash;re&s;tle&s;s, faithle&s;s as the Winds!&mdash;a Man of Arms he is&mdash;and by this Line&mdash;a Captain&mdash; <STAGE>Looking on her.</STAGE></P>
<P>&mdash;for <HI>Mars</HI> and <HI>Venus</HI> were in Conjunction at his Birth&mdash;and Love and War's his bu&s;ine&s;s&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>There thou ha&s;t toucht my heart! and &s;poke &s;o true, that all thou &s;ay&s;t I &s;hall receive as Oracle: well, grant I Love, that &s;hall not make me yield.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t confe&s;s you're ruin'd if you yield, and yet not all your Pride, not all your Vows, your Wit, your Re&s;olution or your Cunning, can hinder him from Conquering ab&s;olutely, your Stars are fixt, and Fate irrevocable.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>No,&mdash;I will controul my Stars and Inclinations, and though I love him more than Power or Intere&s;t, I will be Mi&s;tri&s;s of my fixt Re&s;olves&mdash;One Que&s;tion more&mdash;Does this &s;ame Captain, this wild happy Man&mdash;love me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;I do not&mdash;find&mdash;it here&mdash;only a po&s;&s;ibility incou|rag'd by your love&mdash;oh that you cou'd re&s;i&s;t&mdash;but you are
<PB N="40" REF="26"> de&s;tin'd his, and to be ruin'd&mdash; <STAGE>Sighs and looks on her, &s;he grows in rage.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why do you tell me this&mdash;I am betray'd, and every caution blows my kindling Flame&mdash;hold&mdash;tell me no more&mdash; I might have gue&s;t my Fate, from my own &s;oul have gue&s;t it&mdash; but yet I will be brave, I will re&s;i&s;t in &s;pight of Inclinations, Stars or Devils.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Strive not, fair Creature, with the Net that holds you, you'le but intangle more: Alas!&mdash;you mu&s;t &s;ubmit and be un|done.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Damn your fal&s;e Art!&mdash;had he but lov'd me too, it had excus'd the malice of my Stars.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed his love is doubtful: for here&mdash;I trace him in a new pur&s;uit&mdash;which if you can this Night prevent, perhaps you fix him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, pur&s;uing a new Mi&s;tri&s;s! there thou ha&s;t met the little re&s;olution I had left, and da&s;ht it into nothing&mdash;but I have vowed Allegiance to my Intere&s;t&mdash;Cur&s;e on my Stars, they could not give me love where that might be advanc'd&mdash;I'le hear no more&mdash; <STAGE>Gives him money.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Shift.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, there are &s;everal Strangers arriv'd who talk of the old Oracle: How will you receive 'em?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I've bu&s;ine&s;s now&mdash;and mu&s;t be excus'd a while: &mdash;thus far&mdash;I'me well, but I may tell my Tale &s;o often o're, till, like the trick of Love, I &s;poil the plea&s;ure by the repetition, &mdash;now I'le unca&s;e, and &s;ee what effects my Art has wrought on <HI>La Nuche,</HI> for &s;he's the promis'd good, the Philo&s;ophick trea|&s;ure that terminates my toyl and indu&s;try: wait you here.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Willm.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Ariadne <HI>in mens Cloaths, with</HI> Lucia <HI>&s;o Dre&s;t, and other Strangers.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;How new, Seignior Operator, where's this renown|ed Man of Arts and Sciences, this Don of Wonders?&mdash;hah? may a Man have a Pi&s;tols worth or two of his Tricks, will he &s;how, Seignior?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="41" REF="26">
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>What-ever you dare &s;ee, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I dare &s;ee the greate&s;t Bug-bear he can Conjure up, my Mi&s;tri&s;&s;es face in a Gla&s;s excepted.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>That he can &s;how, Sir, but is now bu&s;ied in weighty af|fairs with a Grandee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox, mu&s;t we wait the lei&s;ure of formal Grandees and States-men&mdash;ha, who's this?&mdash;the lovely Conquere&s;s of my heart, <HI>La Nuche.</HI> <STAGE><HI>Goes to her, &s;he is talking to</HI> Aurel.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>What fooli&s;h thing art thou?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, do not frown, nor fly, for if you do, I mu&s;t Arre&s;t you, fair one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>At who&s;e &s;uit, pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>At Loves&mdash;you've &s;toln a heart of mine and us'd it &s;curvily.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>By what marks do you know the Toy, that I may be no longer troubled with it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>By a fre&s;h Wound, which toucht by her that gave it bleeds anew, a heart all over Kind and Amorous.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>When was this pretty Robbery committed?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>To day, mo&s;t Sacrilegiou&s;ly, at Church, where you de|bauch'd my Zeal, and when I wou'd have pray'd, your eyes had put the change upon my tongue, and made it utter Railings, Heav'n forgive ye!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are the gaye&s;t thing, without a heart, I ever &s;aw.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;corn to flinch for a bare Wound or too; nor is he routed that has lo&s;t the day, he may again Rally, renew the Fight and Vanqui&s;h.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have a good opinion of that Beauty which I find not &s;o forcible, nor that fond prattle uttered with &s;uch con|fidence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>But I have Quality and Fortune too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>So you had need, I &s;hould have gue&s;t the fir&s;t by your pertne&s;s, for your &s;awcy thing of Quality acts the Man as impu|dently at fourteen as another at thirty: nor is there any thing &s;o hateful as to hear it talk of Love, Women and Drinking; nay, to &s;ee it Marry too at that Age, and get it &s;elf a Play-fellow in its Son and Heir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Satyr on my Youth &s;hall never put me out of coun|tenance, or make me think you wi&s;h me one day older; and Egad I'le warrant 'em that tries me, &s;hall find me ne're an hour too young.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="42" REF="27">
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mi&s;take my humour; I hate the Per&s;on of a fair conceited Boy.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Willmore <HI>Dre&s;t, Singing.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<Q LANG="fre"><L><HI>Vole Vole dans ce&s;te Cage,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Petite Oy&s;o dans cet bocage.</HI></L></Q>
<L>&mdash;How now, fool, Where's the Doctor?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>A little bu&s;ie, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Call him, I am in ha&s;te, and come to cheapen the Price of Mon&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>As how, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>In an honourable way, I will lawfully marry one of 'em, and have pitcht upon the Giant: I'le bid as fair as any Man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>No doubt but you will &s;peed, Sir, plea&s;e you, Sir, to walk in.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le follow&mdash;<Q LANG="fre"><HI>Vole Vole dans ce&s;te Cage,</HI> &amp;c.</Q></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe 'tis the Captain, Madam&mdash; <STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> Aria.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah&mdash;marry&mdash;harkye, Sir&mdash;a word pray.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>As he is going out &s;he pulls him.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Servant, Madam, your Servant&mdash;<Q LANG="fre"><HI>Vole Vole,</HI> &amp;c.</Q></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Puts his Hat off carele&s;ly, and walks by, going out.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>And to be marry'd, mark that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then there's one doubt over, I'me glad he is not mar|ried.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come back&mdash;Death, I &s;hall bur&s;t with anger&mdash;this coldne&s;s blows my Flame, which if once vi&s;ible, makes him a Tyrant&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fool, what's a Clock, fool, this noi&s;e hinders me from hearing it &s;trike. <STAGE>Shakes his Pockets, and walks up and down.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<L>A ble&s;&s;ed &s;ound if no Hue and Cry pur&s;ue it.</L>
<L>&mdash;what&mdash;you are re&s;olv'd then upon this notable exploit.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>What exploit, good Madam?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe marrying of a Mon&s;ter, and an ugly Mon&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes faith, Child, here &s;tands the bold Knight that &s;ingly, and unarm'd, de&s;igns to enter the Li&s;t with <HI>Thogogandiga</HI> the Gi|ant; a good Sword will defend a wor&s;e cau&s;e than an ugly Wife: I know no danger wor&s;e than fighting for my Living, and I have done't this dozen years for Bread.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is the common trick of all Rogues, when they have done an ill thing to face it out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="43" REF="27">
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>An ill thing&mdash;your Pardon, &s;weet-heart, compare it but to Bani&s;hment, a frozen Centry with brown George and <HI>Spani&s;h</HI> Pay, and if it be not better to be Ma&s;ter of a Mon&s;ter than Slave to a damn'd Commonwealth&mdash;I &s;ubmit&mdash;and &s;ince my fortune has thrown this good in my way&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'l not be &s;o ungrateful to refu&s;e it; be&s;ides then you may hope to &s;leep again, without dreaming of Famin or the Sword, two plagues a Soldier of fortune is &s;ubject to.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;ides Ca&s;hiering, a third plague.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Still unconcern'd!&mdash;you call me mercenary, but I would &s;tarve e're &s;uffer my &s;elf to be po&s;&s;e&s;t by a thing of horror.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>You lie, you would by any thing of horror; yet the&s;e things of horror have beauties too, beauties thou can&s;t not boa&s;t of, beauties that will not fade: Diamonds to &s;upply the lu&s;tre of their eyes, and Gold the brightne&s;s of their hair, a well got Million to atone for &s;hape, and Orient Pearls, more white, more plump and &s;mooth, than that fair body men &s;o langui&s;h for, and thou ha&s;t &s;et &s;uch price on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>I like not this &s;o well, 'tis a trick to make her Jealous.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Their hands too have their beauties, who&s;e very mark finds credit and re&s;pect, their Bills are currant o're the Univer&s;e; be&s;ides the&s;e you &s;hall &s;ee waiting at my door, four Foot-men, a Velvet Coach, with &s;ix <HI>Flanders</HI> beauties more: and are not the&s;e mo&s;t comely vertues in a Soldiers Wife, in this mo&s;t wicked peaceable Age?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's poor too, there's another comfort. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>The mo&s;t incouraging one I have met with yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox on't, I grew weary of this vertuous Poverty. There goes a gallant fellow, &s;ays one, but gives him not an Onion; the Women too, faith 'tis a hand&s;om Gentleman, but the Devil a ki&s;s he gets gratis.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh how I long to undeceive him of that error.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;peaks not of me: &s;ure he knows me not. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;No, Child, money &s;peaks &s;en&s;e in a Language all Nations under&s;tand, 'tis Beauty, Wit, Courage, Honour, and undi&s;putable Rea&s;on&mdash;&s;ee the vertue of a Wager, that new Philo&s;ophical way lately found out of deciding all hard Que&s;ti|ons&mdash;<HI>Socrates,</HI> without ready money to lay down, mu&s;t yield.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="44" REF="28">
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, I mu&s;t have this gallant fellow. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure he has forgot this trivial thing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;Even thou&mdash;who &s;ee&s;t me dying unregarded wo't then be fond and kind, and flatter me <STAGE>Soft tone.</STAGE></P>
<P>By Heaven, I'le hate thee then; nay, I will marry to be rich to hate thee: the wor&s;t of that, is but to &s;uffer nine days wonder|ment, Is not that better than an Age of &s;corn from a proud faith|le&s;s Beauty?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, there's re&s;entment left&mdash;whe, yes faith, &s;uch a Wedding would give the Town diver&s;ion: we &s;hould have a lamentable Ditty made on it, Entituled, The Captains Wedding, with the doleful relation of his being over-laid by an o're-grown Mon&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le warrant ye I e&s;cape that as &s;ure as Cuckolding, for I would fain &s;ee that hardy Wight that dares attempt my Lady bright, either by force or flattery.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>So, then you intend to Bed her?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes faith, and beget a Race of Heroes, the Mothers Form with all the Fathers Qualities.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith &s;uch a Brood may prove a pretty Livelihood for a poor decay'd Officer; you may chance to get a Patent to Show 'em in <HI>England,</HI> that Nation of Change and Novelty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>A provi&s;ion old <HI>Carlo</HI> cannot make for you again&s;t the abandon'd day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>He can &s;upply the want of I&s;&s;ue a better way, and tho he be not &s;o fine a fellow as your &s;elf; he's a better friend, he can keep a Mi&s;tri&s;s: give me a Man can feed and cloath me, as well as hug and all to beki&s;s me, and tho his Sword be not &s;o good as yours, his Bond's worth a thou&s;and Captains. This will not do, I'le try what Jealou&s;ie will do. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
<P>Your Servant Captain&mdash;your Hand, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Takes</HI> Ariadne <HI>by the Hand.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, what new Coxcomb's that&mdash;hold, Sir.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Takes her from him.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>What would you, Sir, ought with this Lady?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, that which thy Youth will only let thee gue&s;s at &mdash;this&mdash;(Child) is Mans meat; there are other Toys for Children. <STAGE>Offers to lead her off.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh in&s;olent, and whither would'&s;t thou lead me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="45" REF="28">
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Only out of harms way, Child, here are pretty neat conveniences within: the Doctor will be civil&mdash;'tis part of's Calling&mdash;Your Servant, Sir&mdash; <STAGE>Going off with her.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t huff now tho I may chance to be beaten&mdash;come back&mdash;or I have &s;omething here that will oblige ye to't.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>His Sword.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes faith, thou'rt a pretty Youth; but at this time I've more occa&s;ion for a thing in Petticoats&mdash;go home, and do not walk the Streets &s;o much: that tempting face of thine will de|bauch the grave men of bu&s;ine&s;s, and make the Magi&s;trates Lu&s;t after wickedne&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are a &s;curvy fellow, Sir. <STAGE>Going to Draw.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Keep in your Sword, for fear it cut your Fingers, Child.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>So 'twill your Throat, Sir&mdash;here's Company coming that will part us, and I'le venture to Draw. <STAGE><HI>Draws,</HI> Will. <HI>Draws.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Beaumond.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, hold&mdash;hah, <HI>Willmore!</HI> thou Man of con&s;tant mi&s;chief, What's the matter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Beaumond!</HI> undone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;<HI>Beaumond</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe here's a young Spark will take my Lady bright from me: the unmanner'd hot-&s;pur would not have patience till I had fini&s;ht my &s;mall affair with her. <STAGE>Puts up his Sword.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Death he'l know me&mdash;Sir, you &s;ee we are preven|ted. <STAGE>Draws him a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
<P>&mdash;or&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Seems to talk to him,</HI> Beau. <HI>gazes on</HI> La Nuche, <HI>who has pull'd down her Veil.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;he, Madam, this Veil's too thin to hide the perjur'd Beauty underneath: Oh, have I been &s;earching thee, with all the diligence of impatient Love, and am I thus re|warded, to find thee here incompa&s;s'd round with Strangers, fighting, who fir&s;t &s;hould take my right away&mdash;Gods take your rea&s;on back: take all your Love! for ea&s;ie Man's unworthy of the ble&s;&s;ings.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Harkye, <HI>Harry,</HI>&mdash;the Woman&mdash;the almighty Whore&mdash; thou told'&s;t me of to day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Death, do'&s;t thou mock my grief&mdash;unhand me &s;trait, for tho I cannot blame thee, I mu&s;t hate thee.&mdash; <STAGE>Goes out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="46" REF="29">
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>What the Devil ails he&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>You will be &s;ure to come.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>At Night in the <HI>Piazzo;</HI> I have an a&s;&s;ignation with a Woman, that once di&s;patch'd, I will not fail ye, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>And will you leave him with her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh yes, he'l be ne're the wor&s;e for my u&s;e when he has done with her. <STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Luc. <HI>and</HI> Aria. Will. <HI>looks with &s;corn on</HI> La Nuche.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now you may go o'retake him, lye with him&mdash;and ruin him, the fool was made for &s;uch a de&s;tiny&mdash;if he e&s;capes my Sword. <STAGE>He offers to go.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t prevent his vi&s;it to this Woman&mdash;but dare not tell him &s;o. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
<P>&mdash;I would not have ye meet this angry Youth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh you would pre&s;erve him for a farther u&s;e&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;Stay&mdash;you mu&s;t not fight&mdash;by Heaven, I cannot &s;ee&mdash;that Bo&s;om&mdash;wounded &mdash; <STAGE>Turns and Weeps.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! weep'&s;t thou! cur&s;e me when I refu&s;e a faith to that obliging Language of thy eyes&mdash;oh give me one proof more, and after that, thou conquere&s;t all my Soul: Thy eyes &s;peak Love&mdash;come, let us in my Dear! e're the bright fire allays that warms my heart. <STAGE>Goes to lead her out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Love grows rude, and &s;aucily demands it.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Flings away.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Love knows no Ceremony, no re&s;pect when once ap|proacht &s;o near the happy minute.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>What de&s;perate ea&s;ine&s;s have you &s;een in me, or what mi&s;taken merit in your &s;elf, &s;hould make you &s;o ridiculou&s;ly vain, to think I'de give my &s;elf to &s;uch a wretch, one fal'n even to the la&s;t degree of Poverty, whil'&s;t all the World is pro&s;trate at my feet, whence I might chu&s;e the brave, the great, the rich.</P>
<STAGE>He &s;tands &s;pightfully gazing at her.</STAGE>
<P>&mdash;Still as he fires I find my pride augment, and when he cools I burn. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Death, thou'rt a &mdash;vain, conceited, taudry Jilt, who'&s;t drawn me in as Rooks their Cullies do, to make me venture all my &s;tock of Love,</P>
<P>And then you turn me out de&s;pis'd and poor&mdash; <STAGE>Offers to go.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>You think you're gone now&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not all thy Arts nor Charms can hold me longer&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="47" REF="29">
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t &s;ubmit&mdash;and can you part thus from me?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Pulls him.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can&mdash;nay&mdash;by Heaven, I will not turn, nor look at thee: no, when I do, or tru&s;t that faithle&s;s tongue again &mdash; may I be!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh do not &s;wear&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ever cur&s;t&mdash; <STAGE>Breaks from her, &s;he holds him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall not go&mdash;Plague!&mdash;of this needle&s;s Pride.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
<P>&mdash;&s;tay&mdash;and I'le follow&mdash;all the dictates of my Love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh never hope to flatter me to faith again.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>His back to her, &s;he holding him.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t, I will; what would you have me do?</P>
<P><STAGE>(Will. <HI>turning &s;oftly to her</HI>)</STAGE> Never&mdash;deceive me more, it may be fatal to wind me up to an impatient height, then da&s;h my eager hopes. <STAGE>Sighing.</STAGE></P>
<P>forgive my roughne&s;s&mdash;and be kind, <HI>La Nuche,</HI> I know thou wo't&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>And will you then be ever kind and true?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ask thy own Charms, and to confirm thee more, yield and di&s;arm me quite.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will you not marry then? for tho you never can be mine that way, I cannot think that you &s;hould be anothers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more delays, by Heaven 'twas but a trick&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>And will you never &s;ee that Woman neither, whom you're this night to vi&s;it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Damn all the re&s;t of thy weak Sex, when thou look'&s;t thus, and art &s;o &s;oft and charming. <STAGE>Offers to lead her out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Sancho</HI>&mdash;my Coach. <STAGE>Turns in &s;corn.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take heed, What mean ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not to be pointed at by all the envying Women of the Town, who'l laugh and cry, Is this the high priz'd Lady, now fall'n &s;o low to doat upon a Captain, a poor disbanded Captain! defend me, from that Infamy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now all the Plagues&mdash;but yet I will not cur&s;e thee, 'tis lo&s;t on thee, for thou art de&s;tin'd damn'd. <STAGE>Going out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whither &s;o fa&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe &mdash;I am &s;o indifferent grown&mdash;that I can tell thee now&mdash;to a Woman, young, fair and hone&s;t, for &s;he'l be kind and thankful&mdash;farewel Jilt&mdash;now&mdash;&s;hould'&s;t thou die
<PB N="48" REF="30"> for one &s;ight more of me&mdash;thou &s;hould'&s;t not ha't; nay, &s;hould'&s;t thou Sacrifice all thou ha&s;t couzen'd other Coxcombs of, to buy one &s;ingle vi&s;it&mdash;I am &s;o proud, by Heaven, thou &s;hould'&s;t not have it&mdash; to grieve thee more, &s;ee here, in&s;atiate Woman.</P>
<STAGE>Shows her a pur&s;e, or hands full of Gold.</STAGE>
<P>The Charm that makes me lovely in thine eyes: 'thad all been thine had&s;t thou not ba&s;ely bargain'd with me, now 'tis the prize of &s;ome well-meaning Whore, who&s;e Mode&s;ty will tru&s;t my Ge|nero&s;ity. <STAGE>Goes out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now I cou'd rave, t've lo&s;t an opportunity which in|du&s;try nor chance can give again&mdash;when on the yielding point, a cur&s;ed fit of Pride comes cro&s;s my Soul, and &s;tops the kind Career&mdash;I'le follow him&mdash; yes, I will follow him, even to the Arms of her to whom he's gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, 'tis dark, and we may meet with In&s;olence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Matter, <HI>Sancho,</HI> let the Coach go home, and do you follow me&mdash;</P>
<LG>
<L>Women may boa&s;t their Honour and their Pride,</L>
<L>But Love &s;oon lays tho&s;e feebler Pow'rs a&s;ide.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The End of the Third Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT IV.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>Scene I.</HI> The Street or back-&s;ide of the Piazza dark.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Willmore <HI>alone.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>WIll.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Pox upon this Woman that has Jilted me, and I for being a fond believing puppy to be in earne&s;t with &s;o great a Devil; where be the&s;e Coxcombs too, this <HI>Blunt</HI> and <HI>Fetherfool:</HI> when a Man needs 'em not, they are plaguing him with their un&s;ea&s;onable Je&s;ts&mdash;could I but light on them, I would be very drunk to night&mdash;but fir&s;t I'le try my fortune with this Woman&mdash;let me &s;ee&mdash; here abouts is the door&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Gropes about for the Door.</STAGE>
<STAGE><PB N="49" REF="30"><HI>Enter</HI> Beaumond, <HI>follow'd by</HI> La Nuche <HI>and</HI> Sancho.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis he, I know it by his often and unea&s;ie pau&s;es&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;And &s;hall I home and &s;leep upon my injury&mdash; whil&s;t this more happy Rover takes my right away&mdash;no, damn me then for a cold &s;en&s;ele&s;s Coward!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Pau&s;es, and pulls out a Key.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Damzel, by the part o'th' Town &s;he lives in, &s;hould be of Quality, and therefore can have no di&s;hone&s;t de&s;ign on me, it mu&s;t be right down &s;ub&s;tantial Love that's certain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yet I'le in and Arm my &s;elf for the Incounter, for 'twill be rough between us, tho we're friends.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Groping about finds the Door.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh 'tis this I'm &s;ure, becau&s;e the Door is open.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah&mdash;who's there?&mdash; <STAGE>Beau. <HI>advances to unlock the Door, runs again&s;t</HI> Will. <HI>Draws.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>That voice is of Authority, &s;ome Husband, Lover, or a Brother, on my Life&mdash;this is a Nation of a word and a blow, therefore I'le betake me to Toledo&mdash; <STAGE>Draws.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Willmore <HI>in Drawing hits his Sword again&s;t that of</HI> Beaumond, <HI>who turns and fights,</HI> La Nuche <HI>runs into the Garden frighted.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, are you there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sanc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le draw in defence of the Captain&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Sancho <HI>fights for</HI> Beau. <HI>and beats out</HI> Will.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, two to one&mdash; <STAGE>Turns and goes in.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Garden Door clapt to; &s;ure he's got in: nay, then I have him &s;ure.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>The <HI>SCENE</HI> changes to a Garden, <HI>La Nuche</HI> in it; </HEAD>
<STAGE>to her <HI>Beau.</HI> who takes hold of her Sleeve.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heavens, where am I?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah&mdash;a Woman! and by the&s;e Jewels&mdash;&s;hould be <HI>Ariadne</HI>&mdash; <STAGE>Feels.</STAGE></P>
<P>'Tis &s;o! Death, are all Women fal&s;e!</P>
<STAGE>She &s;truggles to get away, he holds her.</STAGE>
<PB N="50" REF="31">
<P>&mdash;Oh, 'tis in vain thou fly'&s;t, thy Infamy will &s;tay behind thee &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, 'tis <HI>Beaumond</HI>'s voice!</P>
<P>Now for an Art to turn the trick upon him: I mu&s;t not lo&s;e his Friend&s;hip. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Willmore <HI>&s;oftly, peeping behind.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;What a Devil have we here, more mi&s;chief yet: &mdash;hah&mdash;my Woman with a Man&mdash;I &s;hall &s;poil all&mdash;I ever had an excellent knack of doing &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Mode&s;ty, where art thou! Is this the effect of all your put on Jealou&s;ie, that Mask to hide your own new fal&s;hood in? new&mdash;by Heaven, I believe thou'rt old in cunning, that could&s;t contrive, &s;o near thy Wedding night, this, to deprive me of the rights of Love!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, what &s;ays he? <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>How a Maid, and young, and to be marr'd too; a rare Wench this to contrive matters &s;o conveniently: oh for &s;ome mi&s;chief now to &s;end him neatly off. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now you are &s;ilent: but you could talk to day loudly of Vertue! and upbraid my Vice! oh how you hated a young keeping Husband! whom neither Beauty nor Honour in a Wife cou'd oblige to rea&s;on&mdash;oh, damn your Honour, 'tis that's the &s;ly pretence of all your domineering in&s;olent Wives&mdash; death&mdash;what did&s;t thou &s;ee in me, &s;hould make thee think that I would be a tame contented Cuckold?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Going, &s;he holds him.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t not lo&s;e this lavi&s;h loving-fool&mdash; <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>So, I hope he will be civil and withdraw, and leave me in po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, though my fortune &s;hould depend on thee; nay, ever hope of future happine&s;s&mdash;by Heaven, I &s;corn to marry thee, unle&s;s thou cou'd&s;t convince me thou wer't hone&s;t&mdash;a Whore!&mdash;Death how it cools my Blood&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>And fires mine extreamly&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, then I am provok'd tho I &s;poil all&mdash; <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
<P>&mdash;and is a Whore&mdash;a thing &s;o much de&s;pis'd?</P>
<P>Turn back thou fal&s;e for&s;worn,&mdash;turn back, and blu&s;h at thy mi&s;taken folly&mdash; <STAGE>He &s;tands amaz'd.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>La Nuche</HI> &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="51" REF="31"><HI>Enter</HI> Aria. <HI>peeping, advancing cautiou&s;ly undre&s;t,</HI> Luc. <HI>following.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh he is here&mdash;<HI>Lucia,</HI> attend me in the <HI>Orange-Grove</HI>&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Lucia</STAGE>
<P>Hah, a Woman with him!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hum&mdash;what have we here, another Damzel&mdash;&s;he's gay too, and &s;eems young and hand&s;om&mdash;&s;ure one of the&s;e will fall to my &s;hare; no matter which, &s;o I am &s;ure of one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La. Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who's &s;ilent now! are you &s;truck dumb with guilt? thou &s;hame to noble Love! thou &s;candal to all brave debauche|ry, thou fop of fortune; thou &s;lavi&s;h Heir to E&s;tate and Wife, born rich and damn'd to Matrimony.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Egad a noble Wench&mdash;I am divided yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou formal A&s;s di&s;guis'd in generous Lewdne&s;s, &s;ee&mdash; when the vizor's off,</P>
<L>How &s;neakingly that empty form appears&mdash;</L>
<L>Nay, 'tis thy own&mdash;</L>
<L>Make much on't, marry with it, and be damn'd </L>
<STAGE>Offers to go.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope &s;he'l beat him for &s;u&s;pecting her.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>He holds her, &s;he turns.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah&mdash;who the Devil can the&s;e be&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;illy hone&s;t fool did you mi&s;take me for; what &s;en&s;le&s;s mode&s;t thing? Death, am I grown &s;o de&s;picable, have I de&s;erv'd no better from thy Love than to be taken for a vertu|ous changeling?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Egad 'twas an affront. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'me glad I've found thee out to be an errant Coxcomb, one that e&s;teems a Woman for being Cha&s;t, for&s;ooth! 'Shart, I &s;hall have thee call me pious &s;hortly, a mo&s;t&mdash;Religious Ma|tron!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Egad &s;he has rea&s;on&mdash; <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Forgive me,&mdash; for I took ye&mdash;for another&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Sighing.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh did you &s;o, it &s;eems you keep fine company the while&mdash;Death, that I &s;hould e're be &s;een with &s;uch a vile di&s;&s;em|bler, with one &s;o vain, &s;o dull and &s;o impertinent, as can be enter|tain'd by hone&s;t Women!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Heavenly &s;oul, and to my wi&s;h, were I but &s;ure of her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="52" REF="32">
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh you do wondrous well t'accu&s;e me fir&s;t! yes, I am a Coxcomb&mdash;a confounded one, to doat upon &s;o fal&s;e a Pro&s;titute; nay to love &s;eriou&s;ly, and tell it too, yet &s;uch an amorous Cox|comb I was born, to hate the injoyment of the lovelie&s;t Woman, without I have the heart: the fond &s;oft prattle, and the lolling dalliance, the frowns, the little quarrels, and the kind degrees of making peace again, are joys which I prefer to all the &s;en&s;ual, whil&s;t I indeavour to forget the Whore, and pay my vows to Wit, to Youth and Beauty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now hang me, if it be not <HI>Beaumond!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Would any Devil le&s;s than common Woman have &s;erv'd me as thou did&s;t? &s;ay, Was not this my Night? my paid for Night? my own by right of Bargain, and by Love? and ha&s;t not thou deceiv'd me for a Stranger?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>So&mdash;make me thankful, then &s;he will be kind.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Hugs him&s;elf.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;Was this done like a Whore of Honour think ye, and would not &s;uch an injury make me for&s;wear all joys of Wo|mankind, and marry in meer &s;pight?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why where had been the crime had I been kind?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou do'&s;t confe&s;s it then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tho&s;e Bills of Love the oftner paid and drawn, make Women better Merchants than Lovers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>And 'tis the better Trade.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Pox, there &s;he da&s;ht all again. I find they calm upon't, and will agree, therefore I'le bear up to this &s;mall Fri|got and lay her Aboard. <STAGE><HI>Goes to</HI> Ariadne.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>However I am glad the Vizor's off; you might have fool'd me on, and &s;worn I was the only Conquerer of your heart, had not good nature made me follow you, to undeceive your fal&s;e &s;u&s;picions of me: How have you &s;worn never to marry? How rail'd at Wives, and &s;atyr'd fools oblig'd to Wedlock? and now at la&s;t, to thy eternal &s;hame, thou ha&s;t betray'd thy &s;elf to be a mo&s;t pernicious honorable Lover, a perjur'd&mdash;hone&s;t&mdash;nay, a very Husband. <STAGE>Turns away, he holds her.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, &s;ure 'tis the Captain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, Child, let's leave 'em to them&s;elves, they'l a|gree matters I'le warrant them when they're alone, and let us try how love and good nature will provide for us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="53" REF="32">
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure he cannot know me&mdash;us&mdash;pray who are you, and who am I?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe look ye Child, I am a very hone&s;t civil fellow, for my part, and thou'rt a Woman for thine; and I de&s;ire to know no more at pre&s;ent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis he, and knows not me to be the &s;ame he appointed to day&mdash;Sir, pur&s;ue that Path on your right hand, that Grove of Orange Trees, and I'le follow you immediately.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Kind and Civil&mdash;prithee make ha&s;te, dear Child.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Ex. Will.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>And did you come to call me back again? <STAGE>Lovingly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>No matter, you're to be marry'd, Sir&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more, 'tis true, to plea&s;e my Uncle, I have talk'd of &s;ome &s;uch thing; but I'le pur&s;ue it no farther, &s;o thou wilt yet be mine, and mine entirely&mdash;I hate this <HI>Ariadne</HI>&mdash;for a Wife&mdash;by Heaven I do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>A very plain Confe&s;&s;ion. <STAGE>Claps him on the back.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Ariadne!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'me glad of this, now I &s;hall be rid of him. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
<P>&mdash;how is't, Sir, I &s;ee you &s;truggle hard 'twixt Love and Ho|nour, and I'le re&s;ign my place&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Offers to go,</HI> Ariadne <HI>pulls her back.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, if &s;he take him not away I &s;hall di&s;appoint my Man&mdash;faith I'le not be out-done in Genero&s;ity.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Gives him to</HI> La Nuche.</STAGE>
<P>Here&mdash;Love de&s;erves him be&s;t&mdash;and I re&s;ign him&mdash;Pox on't I'me hone&s;t, tho that's no fault of mine; 'twas fortune who has made a wor&s;e exchange, and you and I &s;hould &s;uit mo&s;t dam|nably together. <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Beau.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am &s;ure there's &s;omething in the Wind, &s;he being in the Garden, and the door left open. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
<P>&mdash;yes, I believe you are willing enough to part with me, when you expect another you like better.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'me glad I was before-hand with you then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very good, and the Door was left open to give admit|tance to a Lover.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis vi&s;ible it was to let one in to you, fal&s;e as you are.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, Madam, you mi&s;take my con&s;titution, my Beau|ty and my bu&s;ine&s;s, is only to be belov'd not to Love; I leave that &s;lavery for you Women of Quality, who mu&s;t invite, or die
<PB N="54" REF="33"> without the ble&s;&s;ing, for likely the fool you make choice of wants wit or confidence to ask fir&s;t; you are fain to whi&s;tle be|fore the Dogs will fetch and carry, and then too they approach by &s;tealth: and having done the Drudgery, the &s;ubmi&s;&s;ive Curs are turn'd out for fear of dirtying your Apartment, or that the Mungrels &s;hould &s;candalize ye.</P>
<P>While'&s;t all my Lovers of the noble kind, throng to adore and fill my pre&s;ence daily, gay, as if each were triumphing for Vi|ctory.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay this is &s;omething; what a poor &s;neaking thing an ho|ne&s;t Woman is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;And if we chance to Love &s;till there's a difference, your hours of Love are like the deeds of darkne&s;s, and mine like chearful Birds in open day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may, you have no Honour to lo&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or if I had, why &s;hould I double the &s;in by Hypocri|&s;ie. <STAGE>Lucia <HI>&s;queaks within, crying, help, help.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heavens, that's <HI>Lucias</HI> voice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, more Caterwauling?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Lucia <HI>in ha&s;te.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, Madam, we're undone, and, Sir, for Heavens &s;ake do you retire.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the matter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh you have brought the mo&s;t villainous mad friend with you&mdash;he found me &s;itting on a bank&mdash;and did &s;o ruffle me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Death, &s;he takes <HI>Beaumond</HI> for the Stranger, and will ruin me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, made Love &s;o loud, that my Lord your Father-in-law, who was in his Cabinet, heard us from the Orange-Grove, and has &s;ent to &s;earch the Garden&mdash;and &s;hould he find a Stran|ger with you&mdash;do but you retire, Sir, and all's well&mdash;yet</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>To</HI> Beaumond.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil's in her tongue. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>For if Mr. <HI>Beaumond</HI> be in the Hou&s;e, we &s;hall have the Devil to do with his Jealou&s;ie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>So, there 'tis out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="55" REF="33">
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>She takes me for another&mdash;I am Jilted every where&mdash; what friend?&mdash;I brought none with me.</P>
<P>&mdash;Madam, do you retire&mdash; <STAGE><HI>To</HI> La Nuche.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Glad of my freedom too&mdash; <STAGE>Goes out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>A cla&s;hing of Swords within. Enter</HI> Willm. <HI>fighting, pre&s;t back by</HI> 3 <HI>or</HI> 4 <HI>men and</HI> Abevile, Aria. <HI>and</HI> Luc. <HI>run out.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, &s;et on by odds; hold, tho thou be'&s;t my Rival, I will free thee, on condition thou wilt meet me to morrow Morning in the <HI>Piazzo</HI> by day break.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Puts him&s;elf between their Swords, and &s;peaks to</HI> Will. <HI>a&s;ide.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>By Heaven I'le do it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Retire in &s;afety then, you have your pa&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Abev.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fall, fall on, the number is increas'd. <STAGE><HI>Fall on</HI> Beau.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ra&s;cals do you not know me.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Falls in with 'em and beats 'em back. and Ex. with them.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, and you be &s;o well acquainted I'le leave you&mdash;un|fortunate &s;till I am; my own well meaning, but ill management, is my eternal foe: Plague on 'em, they have wounded me&mdash;yet not one drop of blood's departed from me that warm'd my heart for Woman! and I'me not willing to quit this Fairy-ground till &s;ome kind Devil have been civil to me.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Ariadne <HI>and</HI> Lucia.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ay, 'tis he: thou'&s;t made &s;o many dull mi&s;takes to Night, thou dare&s;t not tru&s;t thy &s;en&s;es when they'r true&mdash;</P>
<P>&mdash; how do you, Sir&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>That voice has comfort in't, for 'tis a Womans: hah, more interruption?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>A little this way, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Aria. <HI>and</HI> Will. <HI>into the Garden.</HI></STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Beaumond, Abevile <HI>in a &s;ubmi&s;&s;ive po&s;ture.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more excu&s;es&mdash;by all the&s;e circum&s;tances, I know this <HI>Ariadne</HI> is a Gyp&s;ie. What difference then between a mo|ney-taking Mi&s;tri&s;s and her that gives her Love, only perhaps this &s;ins the clo&s;er by't, and talks of Honour more: What fool
<PB N="56" REF="34"> wou'd be a &s;lave to empty name, or value Woman for di&s;&s;embling well&mdash;I'le to <HI>La Nuche</HI>&mdash;the hone&s;ter o'th' two&mdash;</P>
<P><HI>Abevile</HI>&mdash;get me my Mu&s;ick ready, and attend me at <HI>La Nuches.</HI> <STAGE>Ex. &s;everally.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luci.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's gone, and to his Mi&s;tri&s;s too.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Ariadne <HI>pur&s;u'd by</HI> Willmore.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>My little <HI>Daphne,</HI> 'tis in vain to fly, unle&s;s like her you cou'd be chang'd into a Tree: <HI>Apollo</HI>'s &s;elf pur&s;u'd not with more eager fire than I. <STAGE>Holds her.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will you not grant a Parly e're I yield&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'me better at a Storm.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;ides, you're wounded too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh leave tho&s;e wounds of Honour to my Surgeon, thy bu&s;ine&s;s is to Cure tho&s;e of Love: your true bred Soldier ever fights with the more heat for a Wound or too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hardly in <HI>Venus</HI> Wars.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Her &s;elf ne're thought &s;o when &s;he &s;nacht her joys be|tween the rough Incounters of the God of War. Come, let's pur&s;ue the bu&s;ine&s;s we came for: &s;ee the kind Night invites, and all the ruffling Winds are hu&s;ht and &s;till, only the Zeaphiers &s;pread their tender Wings, courting in gentle murmurs the gay Boughs; 'twas in a Night like this, <HI>Diana</HI> taught the my&s;teries of Love to the fair Boy <HI>Endymion:</HI> I am plaguy full of Hi&s;tory and Simily to Night&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;ee how well he far'd for being mode&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>He might be mode&s;t, but 'twas not over-civil to put her Godde&s;s&s;hip to asking fir&s;t; thou &s;ee&s;t I'me better bred&mdash;come let's ha&s;te to &s;ilent Grots that attend us, dark Groves where none can &s;ee&mdash;and murmuring Fountains.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stay, let me con&s;ider fir&s;t, you are a &s;tranger, incon|&s;tant too as I&s;land Winds, and every day are Fighting for your Mi&s;tri&s;&s;es, of which you've had at lea&s;t four &s;ince I &s;aw you fir&s;t. which is not a whole day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I grant ye, before I was a Lover I ran at random, but I'le take up now, be a patient Man, and keep to one Woman a Month.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Month!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="57" REF="34">
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>And a fair rea&s;on, Child, time was, I wou'd have worn one Shirt, or one pair of Shoos &s;o long as have let the Sun &s;et twice upon the &s;ame &s;in; but &s;ee the power of Love: thou ha&s;t bewitch'd me that's certain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have a care of giving me the a&s;cendant over ye, for fear I make ye marry me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, I bar that ca&s;t, Child; no, I'm none of tho&s;e Spi|rits that can be conjur'd into a Wedding-ring, and dance in the dull Matrimonial Circle all my days.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>But what think you of a hundred thou&s;and Crowns, and a Beauty of &s;ixteen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>As of mo&s;t admirable ble&s;&s;ings&mdash;but harkye, Child, I am plaguily afraid thou art &s;ome &s;curvy hone&s;t thing of Quality by the&s;e odd Que&s;tions of thine, and ha&s;t &s;ome wicked de&s;ign upon by Body.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, to have and to hold I'le warrant.</P>
<P>&mdash;No faith, Sir, Maids of my Quality expect better Jointures than a Buff-coat, Scarf and Feather: &s;uch Portions as mine are better ornaments in a Family than a Captain and his Commi&s;&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe well &s;aid, now thou ha&s;t explain'd thy &s;elf like a Woman of Honour&mdash;Come, come, let's away.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Explain'd my &s;elf! how mean ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;Thou &s;ay'&s;t I am not fit to marry thee&mdash;and I be|lieve this a&s;&s;ignation was not made to tell me &s;o, nor yet to hear me whi&s;tle to the Birds.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith no, I &s;aw you, lik'd ye, and had a mind to ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay Child&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>In &s;hort, I took ye for a man of Honour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, if I tell the Devil take me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am a Virgin in di&s;tre&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Poor heart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>To be marry'd within a day or two to one I like not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hum&mdash;and therefore wou'd&s;t di&s;po&s;e of a &s;mall Virgin Trea&s;ure (too good for &s;illy Husbands) in a friends hands: faith, Child,&mdash;I was ever a good Religious Charitable Chri&s;tian, and &s;hall acquit my &s;elf as hone&s;tly and piou&s;ly in this affair as becomes a Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="58" REF="35"><HI>Enter</HI> Abevile <HI>with Mu&s;ick.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Abev.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come away, are ye all Arm'd for the bu&s;ine&s;s?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, Arm'd, we are &s;urpriz'd again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fear not. <STAGE>Draws.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh God, Sir, ha&s;te away, you are already wounded! but I conjure you, as a Man of Honour, be here at the Garden Gate to night again, and bring a friend, in ca&s;e of danger, with you, and if po&s;&s;ible I'le put my &s;elf into your hands, for this nights work has ruin'd me&mdash; <STAGE>Speaking quick, and pu&s;hing him forwards runs off.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Abev.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;My Ma&s;ter &s;ure not gone yet. <STAGE>Peeping advancing.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ra&s;cals, tho you are odds, you'le find hot work in van|qui&s;hing. <STAGE>Falls on 'em.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Abev.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, Sir, I am your Page. Do you not know me? and the&s;e the Mu&s;ick you commanded&mdash;&s;hall I carry 'em where you order'd, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>They take me for &s;ome other, this was lucky. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
<P>O, Aye&mdash;'tis well&mdash;I'le follow&mdash;but whither?&mdash;Plague of my dull mi&s;takes, the Woman's gone&mdash;yet &s;tay&mdash; <STAGE>Calls 'em.</STAGE></P>
<P>for now I think on't, this mi&s;take may help me to another&mdash; &s;tay&mdash;I mu&s;t di&s;po&s;e of this mad fire about me, which all the&s;e di&s;appointments cannot lay&mdash; oh for &s;ome young kind &s;inner in the nick&mdash;how I cou'd &s;ou&s;e upon her like a Bird of Prey, and worry her with kindne&s;s&mdash;go on, I follow. <STAGE>Go out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>SCENE</HI> Changes to <HI>La Nuches</HI> Hou&s;e.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Petronella <HI>and</HI> Aurelia <HI>with light.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, the Stranger is in Bed, and mo&s;t impatiently ex|pects our Patrona, who is not yet returned.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Cur&s;e of this Love! I know &s;he's in pur&s;uit of this Ro|ver, this <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> piece of Impudence; Pox on 'em, I know no|thing good in the whole race of 'em, but giving all to their &s;hirts when they're drunk: what &s;hall we do, <HI>Aurelia?</HI> this Stranger mu&s;t not be put off, nor <HI>Carlo</HI> neither, who has fin'd again as if for a new Maidenhead.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="59" REF="35">
<SPEAKER>Aur.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are &s;o covetous, you might have put 'em off, but now 'tis too late.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Put off, are the&s;e fools to be put off think ye, a fine fop <HI>Engli&s;h-man,</HI> and an old doating Grandee?&mdash;no, I cou'd put the old trick on 'em &s;till, had &s;he been here but to have enter|tain'd 'em: but hark, one knocks, 'tis <HI>Carlo</HI> on my life&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Carlo, <HI>gives</HI> Petronella <HI>Gold.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Carl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let this plead for me&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sweet Don&mdash;you are the mo&s;t Eloquent per&s;on&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Carl.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would regale to Night&mdash;I know it is not mine, but I've &s;ent five hundred Crowns to purcha&s;e it, becau&s;e I &s;aw ano|other bargaining for't; and per&s;ons of my Quality mu&s;t not be refus'd: you apprehend me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t rightly&mdash;that was the rea&s;on then &s;he came &s;o out of humor home&mdash;and is gone to Bed in &s;uch a &s;ullen fit&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Carl.</SPEAKER>
<P>To Bed, and all alone?&mdash;I wou'd &s;urpri&s;e her there: Oh how it plea&s;es me to think of &s;tealing into her Arms like a fine dream, wench, hah.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aur.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twill be a plea&s;ant one no doubt.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>He lays the way out how he'l be couzen'd&mdash; <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
<P>The Seigniora perhaps may be angry, Sir, but I'le venture that to accommodate you, and that you may &s;urpri&s;e her the more readi|ly, be pleas'd to &s;tay in my Chamber, 'till you think &s;he may be a&s;leep.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Carl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou art a perfect Mi&s;tri&s;s of thy Trade.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>So, now will I to the Seignioras Bed my &s;elf, dre&s;t and perfum'd, and fini&s;h two good works at once; earn five hundred Crowns, and keep up the honour of the Hou&s;e &mdash; &s;oftly &s;weet Don. <STAGE>Lights him out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aur.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I will do two more good things, di&s;appoint your expectations; Jilt the young <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> fool, and have old <HI>Carlo</HI> well bang'd, if 'tother have any Courage.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> La Nuche <HI>in Rage, and</HI> Sancho.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Aurelia,</HI> help, help me to be reveng'd upon this wretch|ed uncon&s;idering heart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heavens, have you made the Rover happy, Madam?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="60" REF="36">
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh wou'd I had, or that or any &s;in wou'd change this rage into &s;ome ea&s;ier pa&s;&s;ion: &s;ickne&s;s and poverty, di&s;grace and pity, all met in one, were kinder than this Love, this raging fire of a proud amorous heart.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Petronella.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heavens, what's the matter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here's <HI>Petronella,</HI> di&s;&s;emble but your rage a little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Damn all di&s;&s;embling now, it is too late&mdash;the Ty|rant Love reigns ab&s;olute within, and I'm lo&s;t, <HI>Aurelia.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, Love! forbid it Heaven! will Love maintain ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Cur&s;e on your Maxims, will they ea&s;e my heart? Can your wi&s;e Coun&s;el fetch me back my Rover?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, your Rover, a Pox upon him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's gone&mdash;gone to the Arms of &s;ome gay gene|rous Maid, who Nobly follows Loves diviner Dictates, whil'&s;t I 'gain&s;t Nature &s;tudying thy dull precepts; and to be ba&s;e and infamou&s;ly rich, have barter'd all the joys of human Life&mdash;oh give me Love! I will be poor and Love!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>She's lo&s;t&mdash;but hear me&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>I won't, from Childhood thou ha&s;t trained me up in cunning, read Lectures to me of the u&s;e of Man, but kept me from the knowledg of the right; taught me to Jilt, to flatter and deceive, and hard it was to learn th' ungrateful Le&s;&s;ons: but oh how &s;oon plain Nature taught me Love! and &s;how'd me all the cheat of thy fal&s;e Tenents&mdash;no&mdash;give me Love with any other Cur&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>But who will give you that when you are poor? when you are wretchedly de&s;pis'd and poor&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you not daily &s;ee&mdash;fine Cloaths, rich Furniture, Jewels and Plate are more inviting than Beauty unadorn'd: be old, di&s;eas'd, deform'd, be any thing, &s;o you be rich and &s;plen|didly attended, you'l find your &s;elf Lov'd and Ador'd by all&mdash; but I'm an old fool &s;till&mdash;well, <HI>Petronella,</HI> had&s;t thou been half as indu&s;trious in thy Youth as in thy Age&mdash;thou had&s;t not come to this &mdash; <STAGE>Weeps.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>She's in the right.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="61" REF="36">
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>What can this mad poor Captain do for you, love you whil'&s;t you can buy him Britches, and then leave you; a Woman has a &s;weet time on't with any Soldier Lover of 'em all, with their Iron minds and Buff hearts: feather'd Inamorato's have nothing that belongs to Love but his Wings, the Devil clip 'em for <HI>Pe|tronella</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>True&mdash;he can ne're be con&s;tant. <STAGE>Pau&s;ing.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heaven forbid he &s;hould, no, if you are &s;o unhappy as that you mu&s;t have him; give him a Night or two and pay him for't, and &s;end him to feed again: but for your heart, 'Sdeath, I would as &s;oon part with my Beauty or Youth, and as nece&s;&s;ary a tool 'tis for your Trade&mdash;a Curtezan and Love!&mdash;but all my Coun&s;el's thrown away upon ye. <STAGE>Weeps.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more, I will be rul'd&mdash;I will be wi&s;e, be rich, and &s;ince I mu&s;t yield &s;omewhere and &s;ome tim<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> <HI>Beaumond</HI> &s;hall be the Man, and this the Night; he's hand&s;om, young, and lavi&s;h|ly profu&s;e: this Night he comes, and I'le &s;ubmit to Intere&s;t. Let the Gilded Apartment be made ready, and &s;trew it o're with Flowers, adorn my Bed of State; let all be fine: Perfume my Chamber like the Phenix's Ne&s;t, I'le be luxurious in my Pride to Night, and make the Amorous Prodigal Youth my Slave.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nobly re&s;olv'd, and for the&s;e other two who wait your coming, let me alone to manage. <STAGE>Goes out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>SCENE</HI> changes to a Chamber, di&s;covers <HI>Fetherfool</HI> in Bed.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Gentlewoman is plaguy long in coming&mdash;&s;ome ni|cety now; &s;ome Perfum'd Smock, or Point Night-cloaths to make her more lovely in my eyes: well, the&s;e Women are right City Cooks, they &s;tay &s;o long to garni&s;h the Di&s;h 'till the meat be cold&mdash;but hark, the Door opens&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Carlo <HI>&s;oftly, half undre&s;t.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Wench &s;tays long, and Love's impatient; this is the Chamber of <HI>La Nuche,</HI> I take it: if &s;he be awake I'le let her know who I am, if not, I'le &s;teal a joy before &s;he thinks of it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure 'tis &s;he, pretty mode&s;t Rogue, &s;he comes i'th' dark to hide her blu&s;hes&mdash;hum, I'm plaguy Eloquent o'th, &s;uddain&mdash; Who's there <STAGE>Whi&s;pering.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="62" REF="37">
<SPEAKER>Carl.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis I, 'tis I, my Love&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, &s;weet Soul, make ha&s;te: there 'twas again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Carl.</SPEAKER>
<P>So kind, &s;ure &s;he takes me for &s;ome other, or has &s;ome inkling of my de&s;ign&mdash; <STAGE>To him&s;elf.</STAGE></P>
<P>Where are you &s;weete&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here my Love, give me your hand&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Puts out his hand,</HI> Carlo <HI>kneels and ki&s;&s;es it.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Carl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here let me wor&s;hip the fair &s;hrine before I dare ap|proach &s;o fair a Saint&mdash; <STAGE>Ki&s;&s;ing the hand.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, what a Pox have we here&mdash;wou'd I were well out o'th' 'tother &s;ide&mdash;perhaps 'tis her Husband, and then I'm a dead Man if I'm di&s;cover'd.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Removes to 'tother &s;ide,</HI> Carlo <HI>holds his hand.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Carl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, do not fly&mdash;I know you took me for &s;ome happier per&s;on &mdash; <STAGE>Feth. <HI>&s;truggles,</HI> Carl. <HI>ri&s;es, and takes him in his Arms and ki&s;&s;es him.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>What will you ravi&s;h me? <STAGE>In a &s;hrill voice.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Carl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, that voice is not <HI>La Nuches</HI>&mdash;Lights there, Lights.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, I can hold a Bearded <HI>Venus,</HI> Sir, as well as any Man. <STAGE><HI>Holds</HI> Carlo.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Carl.</SPEAKER>
<P>What art thou, Rogue, Villain, Slave?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>They fall to Cuffs, and fight 'till they are bloody, fall from the Bed, and fight on the Floor.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Petronella, Sancho, <HI>and</HI> Aurelia.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heaven, what noi&s;e is this&mdash;we are undone, part 'em <HI>Sancho.</HI> <STAGE>They part 'em.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Give me my Sword; nay, give me but a knife, that I may cut yon fellow's Throat&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Carl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirra, I'm a Grandee, and a <HI>Spaniard,</HI> and will be re|veng'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I'm an <HI>Engli&s;h-man,</HI> and a Ju&s;tice, and will have Law, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say 'tis her Husband, or any thing to get him hence.</P>
<STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to</HI> Sancho, <HI>who whi&s;pers him.</HI></STAGE>
<P>&mdash;the&s;e <HI>Engli&s;h,</HI> Sir, are Devils, and on my life 'tis unknown to the Seigniora that he's i'th' Hou&s;e. <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Carlo <HI>a&s;ide.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Carl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, I'm abus'd, but I mu&s;t put it up for fear of my Honour; a States-man's reputation is a tender thing: Convey me out the back way. I'le be reveng'd. <STAGE>Goes out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="63" REF="37">
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(Aurelia <HI>a&s;ide to him whi&s;pers</HI>)</STAGE> How, her Husband; prithee convey me out: my Cloaths, my Cloaths quickly&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Out, Sir, he has lock'd the door, and de&s;igns to have ye murther'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh gentle Soul &mdash; take pity on me&mdash;where, oh what &s;hall I do?&mdash;my Cloaths, my Sword and Money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Quickly, <HI>Sancho,</HI> tye a Sheet to the Window, and let him &s;lide down by that&mdash;be &s;peedy, and we'l throw your Cloaths out after ye: here, follow me to the Window&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, any whither, any whither; that I could not be warn'd from Whoring in a &s;trange Country, by my friend <HI>Ned Blunt</HI>'s Example&mdash;if I can but keep it fecret now, I care not&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>SCENE</HI> the Street, a Sheet ty'd to the Ballcony, and <HI>Feth.</HI> &s;itting cro&s;s to &s;lide down.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>So&mdash;now your Neck or your Throat, chu&s;e ye either, wi&s;e Mr. <HI>Nicholas Fetherfool</HI>&mdash;but &s;tay, I hear Company: now dare not I budg an inch.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Beaumond <HI>alone.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where can this Ra&s;cal, my Page, be all this while, I waited in the <HI>Piazzo</HI> &s;o long that I believ'd he had mi&s;took my order, and gone directly to <HI>La Nuches</HI> Hou&s;e&mdash;but here's no &s;ign of him&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah &mdash;I hear no noi&s;e, I'le venture down.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Goes half-way down and &s;tops.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Abevile, <HI>Mu&s;ick, and</HI> Willmore.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whither will this Boy conduct me&mdash;but &s;ince to a Woman, no matter whither 'tis.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, more Company: now dare not I &s;tir up nor down, they may be Bravoes to cut my Throat.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh &s;ure the&s;e are they&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, my heart, lo&s;e no time, but tune your Pipes.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Harliquin <HI>plays on his Guittar, and &s;ings.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, &s;ure this is &s;ome Rival. <STAGE>Goes near and li&s;tens.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="64" REF="38">
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Harkye, Child, ha&s;t thou ne're an Amorous Ditty, &s;hort and &s;weet, hah &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Abev.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall I not &s;ing that you gave me, Sir&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall &s;poil all with hard Que&s;tions&mdash;Ay, Child&mdash;that, that&mdash; <STAGE><HI>The Boy &s;ings,</HI> Beau. <HI>li&s;tens, and &s;eems angry the while.</HI></STAGE></P>
<FLOATEXT LANG="eng" TYPE="song">
<HEAD>SONG.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Pox upon this needle&s;s Scorn,</L>
<L><HI>Silvia</HI> for &s;hame the Cheat give o're,</L>
<L>The end to which the fair are born,</L>
<L>Is not to keep their Charms in &s;tore,</L>
<L>But lavi&s;hly di&s;po&s;e in ha&s;te,</L>
<L>Of Joys which none but Youth improve;</L>
<L>Joys which decay when Beauty's pa&s;t:</L>
<L>And who when Beauty's pa&s;t will Love.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When Age tho&s;e Glories &s;hall deface,</L>
<L>Revenging all your cold di&s;dain,</L>
<L>And <HI>Silvia</HI> &s;hall neglected pa&s;s,</L>
<L>By every once admiring Swain;</L>
<L>And we can only pity pay,</L>
<L>When you in vain too late &s;hall burn:</L>
<L>If Love increa&s;e, and Youth delay,</L>
<L>Ah, <HI>Silvia,</HI> who will make return?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then ha&s;te, my <HI>Silvia,</HI> to the Grove,</L>
<L>Where all the &s;weets of <HI>May</HI> con&s;pire,</L>
<L>To teach us every Art of Love,</L>
<L>And rai&s;e our Charms of Plea&s;ure higher;</L>
<L>Where whil'&s;t imbracing, we &s;hould lie</L>
<L>Loo&s;ely in Shades, on Banks of Flowers:</L>
<L>The Duller World whil'&s;t we defie,</L>
<L>Years will be Minutes, Ages Hours.</L>
</LG>
</FLOATEXT>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Sdeath, that's my Pages voice: who the Devil is't that Ploughs with my Heifer!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Don <HI>Henrick,</HI> Don <HI>Henrick</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>The Door opens,</HI> Beau. <HI>goes up to't;</HI> Will. <HI>puts him by, and offers to go in, he pulls him back.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<PB N="65" REF="38">
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>How now, what intruding Slave art thou?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Thief art thou that ba&s;ely, and by dark, rob'&s;t me of all my rights? <STAGE><HI>Strikes him, they fight, and blows light on</HI> Fetherfool <HI>who hangs down.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Sancho <HI>throws</HI> Feth. <HI>Cloaths out,</HI> Harliquin <HI>takes 'em up in confu&s;ion; they fight out</HI> Beaumond, <HI>all go off, but</HI> Will. <HI>gets into the Hou&s;e:</HI> Harliquin <HI>and</HI> Feth. <HI>remain.</HI> Feth. <HI>gets down, runs again&s;t</HI> Har. <HI>in the dark, both &s;eem frighted.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Que que&s;to.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, <HI>un pouer dead Home,</HI> murther'd, kill'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(In Itallian)</STAGE> You are the fir&s;t dead Man I ever &s;aw walk.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, Seignior <HI>Harliquin!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Seigniore Nicholas!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Pox <HI>Nicholas</HI> ye, I have been mall'd and beaten with|in doors, and hang'd and ba&s;tinado'd without doors, lo&s;t my Cloaths, my Money, and all my moveables; but this is nothing to the &s;ecret taking Air: Ah, dear Seignior, convey me to the Mountibanks, there I may have recruit and Cure under one&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The End of the Fourth Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT V.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scene I.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>A Chamber,</HI> La Nuche <HI>on a Couch in an undre&s;s,</HI> Willmore <HI>at her Feet, on his knees, all unbrac'd: his Hat, Sword,</HI> &amp;c. <HI>on the Table at which &s;he is dre&s;&s;ing her Head.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>WIll.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh Gods! no more!</L>
<L>I &s;ee a yielding in thy Charming Eyes,</L>
<L>The Blu&s;hes on thy face, thy trembling Arms,</L>
<L>Thy panting Brea&s;t, and &s;hort breath'd Sighs confe&s;s,</L>
<L>Thou wo't be mine, in &s;pight of all thy Art.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="66" REF="39">
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>What need you urge my tongue then to repeat what from my eyes you can &s;o well interpret.</P>
<STAGE>Bowing down her head to him, and &s;ighing.</STAGE>
<P>&mdash;or if&mdash;it mu&s;t&mdash;di&s;po&s;e&mdash;me as you plea&s;e&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<L>Heaven, I thank thee! <STAGE>Ri&s;es with joy.</STAGE></L>
<L>&mdash;Who wou'd not Plough an Age in Winter Seas,</L>
<L>Or wade &s;even long years in ruder Camps,</L>
<L>To find out this re&s;t at la&s;t&mdash; <STAGE>Leans on, and ki&s;&s;es her Bo&s;om.</STAGE></L>
<L>Upon thy tender Bo&s;om to repo&s;e;</L>
<L>To gaze upon thy eyes, and ta&s;te thy balmy ki&s;&s;es <STAGE>Ki&s;&s;es her.</STAGE></L>
<L>&mdash;Sweeter than everla&s;ting Groves of Spices,</L>
<L>When the &s;oft Winds di&s;play the opening Buds:</L>
<L>&mdash;Come, ha&s;te, my Soul, to Bed&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>You can be &s;oft I find when you wou'd Conquer ab|&s;olutely &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not Infant Angels, not young &s;ighing Cupids</L>
<L>Can be more; this Ravi&s;hing joy that thou ha&s;t promis'd me,</L>
<L>Has form'd my Soul to &s;uch a calm of Love,</L>
<L>It melts even at my eyes&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<L>What have I done; that promi&s;e will undo me:</L>
<L>&mdash;This Chamber was prepar'd, and I was dre&s;t</L>
<L>To give admittance to another Lover.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<L>But Love and Fortune both were on my &s;ide&mdash;</L>
<L>Come, come to Bed&mdash;con&s;ider nought but Love&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>They going out one knocks.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hark!</L>
<L><STAGE>(Beau. without)</STAGE> By Heav'n I will have entrance&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis he whom I expect: as thou lov'&s;t life and me, re|tire a little into this Clo&s;et&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, retire&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<L>He's the mo&s;t fiercely jealous of his Sex,</L>
<L>And di&s;appointment will inrage him more.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<L>Death, let him rage whoe're he be; do'&s;t think I'le hide me from him, and leave thee to his Love?</L>
<L>Shall I pent up through the thin Wain&s;cot hear</L>
<L>Your &s;ighs, your amorous words and &s;ound of ki&s;&s;es?</L>
<L>No, if thou can&s;t couzen me, do't but di&s;creetly,</L>
<L>And I &s;hall think thee true:</L>
<L>I have thee now, and when I tamely part with thee, may Cow|ards Huff and Bully me. <STAGE>Knocks again.</STAGE></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="67" REF="39">
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<L>And mu&s;t I be undone becau&s;e I love ye?</L>
<L>This is the Mine from whence I fetcht my Gold!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<L>Damn the ba&s;e tra&s;h, I'le have thee poor, and mine;</L>
<L>'Tis nobler far, to &s;tarve with him thou lov'&s;t,</L>
<L>Than gay without, and pining all within.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Knocking breaking the door,</HI> Will. <HI>&s;natches up his Sword.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heavens, here will be murther done&mdash;he mu&s;t not &s;ee him.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>As</HI> Beau. <HI>breaks open the Door, &s;he runs away with the Candle, they are by dark,</HI> Beau. <HI>enters with his Sword drawn.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>What art thou?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<L>A Man. <STAGE>They fight.</STAGE></L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Petron. <HI>with Light,</HI> La Nuche <HI>following,</HI> Beau. <HI>runs to her.</HI></STAGE>
<L>&mdash;Oh thou fal&s;e Woman, fal&s;er than thy &s;miles,</L>
<L>Which &s;erve but to delude good natur'd man,</L>
<L>And when thou ha&s;t him fa&s;t, betray'&s;t his heart.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Beaumond!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Willmore!</HI> Is it with thee that I mu&s;t tug for Empire?</L>
<L>For I lay claim to all this World of Beauty.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Takes</HI> La Nuche, <HI>looking with &s;corn on</HI> Willmore.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heavens, how got this Ruffian in.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, hold, dear <HI>Harry,</HI> lay no hands on her till thou can&s;t make thy claim good.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>She's mine, by bargain mine, and that's &s;ufficient.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>In Law perhaps, it may for ought I know, but 'tis not &s;o in Love; but thou'rt my friend, and I'le therefore give thee fair Play&mdash;if thou can&s;t win her take her: but a Sword and a Mi&s;tri&s;s are not to be lo&s;t if a man can keep 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot blame thee, thou but acts thy &s;elf&mdash;</L>
<L>But thou fair Hypocrite, to whom I gave my heart,</L>
<L>And this&mdash;exception made of all Man-kind?</L>
<L>Why would'&s;t thou, as in malice to my Love,</L>
<L>Give it the only wound that cou'd de&s;troy it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, if thou did&s;t forbid her loving me, I have her &s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<L>I yield him many Charms; he's nobly Born,</L>
<L>Has Wit, Youth, Courage, all that takes the heart,</L>
<L>And only wants what plea&s;es Womens Vanity,</L>
<PB N="68" REF="40">
<L>E&s;tate: the only good that I can boa&s;t,</L>
<L>And that I &s;acrifice to buy thy &s;miles.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>See, Sir&mdash;here's a much fairer Chapman&mdash;you may be gone&mdash; <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Will.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith and &s;o there is, Child, for me; I carry all about me, and that, by Heaven, is thine: I'le &s;ettle all upon thee but my Sword, and that will buy us bread. I've two led Hor&s;es too, one thou &s;halt manage, and follow me through dangers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<L>A very hopeful comfortable life;</L>
<L>No, I was made for better Exerci&s;es.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whe every thing in its turn, Child, but a Man's but a Man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<L>No more, but if thou value&s;t her,</L>
<L>Leave her to ea&s;e and plenty.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<L>Leave her to love, my dear; one hour of right-down</L>
<L>Love, is worth an Age of living dully on:</L>
<L>What is't to be adorn'd and &s;hine with Gold,</L>
<L>Dre&s;t like a God, but never know the plea&s;ure.</L>
<L>&mdash;No, no, I have much finer things in &s;tore for thee. <STAGE>Hugs her.</STAGE></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;hall I do? here's powerful Intere&s;t pro&s;trate at my feet, <STAGE><HI>Pointing to</HI> Beau.</STAGE></L>
<L>Glory, and all that vanity can boa&s;t;</L>
<L>&mdash;But there&mdash;Love unadorn'd, no covering but his Wings,</L>
<STAGE><HI>To</HI> Will.</STAGE>
<L>No wealth, but a full Quiver to do mi&s;chiefs.</L>
<L>Laughs at tho&s;e meaner trifles&mdash; <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mute as thou art, Are not the&s;e minutes mine?</L>
<L>But thou&mdash;ah fal&s;e&mdash;ha&s;t dealt 'em out already,</L>
<L>With all thy Charms of Love, to this unknown&mdash;</L>
<L>Silence and guilty blu&s;hes &s;ay thou ha&s;t:</L>
<L>He all di&s;order'd too, loo&s;e and undre&s;t,</L>
<L>With Love and Plea&s;ure dancing in his eyes,</L>
<L>Tell me too plainly how thou ha&s;t deceiv'd me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Or if I have not 'tis a trick &s;oon done,</L>
<L>And this ungrateful Jealou&s;ie wou'd put it in my head <STAGE>Angrily.</STAGE></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wou'd! by Heaven thou ha&s;t&mdash;he is not to be fool'd,</L>
<L>Be &s;ooth'd into belief of di&s;tant Joys, as ea&s;ie I have been;</L>
<L>I've lo&s;t &s;o kind an opportunity,</L>
<L>Where night and &s;ilence both con&s;pire with Love,</L>
<L>Had made him rage like Waves blown up by Storms:</L>
<L>&mdash;No more&mdash;I know he has&mdash;oh what, <HI>La Nuche.</HI></L>
<L>Robb'd me of all that I have langui&s;h'd for&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="69" REF="40">
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>If it were &s;o, you &s;hould not dare believe it&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Angry turns away, he kneels and holds her.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<L>Forgive me; oh &s;o very well I love:</L>
<L>Did I not know that thou had&s;t been a Whore,</L>
<L>I'de give thee the la&s;t proof of Love&mdash;and marry thee&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<L>The la&s;t indeed&mdash;for there's an end of Loving.</L>
<L>&mdash;Do, marry him, and be cur&s;t by all his Family:</L>
<L>Marry him, and ruin him, that he may cur&s;e thee too.</L>
<P>&mdash;But harkye, friend, this is not fair; 'tis drawing Sharps on a Man that's only arm'd with the defen&s;ive Cudgel, I'm for no &s;uch dead-doing Arguments: if thou'rt for me, Child, it mu&s;t be without the folly, for better for wor&s;e, there's a kind of Non-&s;en&s;e in that Vow fools only &s;wallow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>But when I've worn out all my Youth and Beauty, and &s;uffer'd every ill of Poverty, I &s;hall be compell'd to begin the World again without a Stock to &s;et up with; no faith, I'm for a &s;ub&s;tantial Merchant in Love, who can repay the lo&s;s of time and Beauty: with whom to make one thriving Voyage &s;ets me up for ever, and I need never put to Sea again.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Comes to</HI> Beau.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor be expos'd to &s;torms of Poverty, the <HI>Indies</HI> &s;hall come to thee&mdash;&s;ee here&mdash;this is the Merchandize my Love af|fords. <STAGE>Gives her Pearl, and Pendants of Diamond.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look ye, Sir, will not the&s;e Pearls do better round my Neck than tho&s;e kind Arms of yours? the&s;e Pendants in my Ears than all the tales of Love you can whi&s;per there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>So&mdash;I am deceiv'd&mdash;deal on for tra&s;h&mdash;and bar|ter all thy joys of Life for Baubles&mdash;this Night pre&s;ents me one Adventure more&mdash;I'le try thee once again incon&s;tant Fortune, and if thou fail'&s;t me then&mdash;I will for&s;wear thee&mdash; <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE> &mdash;Death, had&s;t thou lov'd my friend for his own value, I had e&s;teem'd thee; but when this Youth and Beauty cou'd not plead, to be the mercenary Conque&s;t of his Pre&s;ents, was poor, below thy Wit: I cou'd have Conquer'd &s;o, but I &s;corn thee at that rate&mdash;my Pur&s;e &s;hall never be my Pimp&mdash;farewel, <HI>Harry</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou'&s;t &s;ham'd me out of folly&mdash;&s;tay&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith&mdash;I have an A&s;&s;ignation&mdash;with a Woman&mdash;a Woman friend! young as the infant day, and &s;weet as Ro&s;es e're the morning Sun&mdash;have ki&s;s'd their Dew away&mdash;&s;he will not ask me money neither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="70" REF="41" MS="y">
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! &s;tay&mdash; <STAGE>Holds him and looks on him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>She loves him, and her eyes betray her heart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am not for your turn, Child&mdash;Death, I &s;hall lo&s;e my Mi&s;tri&s;s fooling here&mdash;I mu&s;t be gone&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>She holds him, he &s;hakes his head and &s;ings.</STAGE>
<FLOATEXT LANG="eng" TYPE="song">
<LG>
<L>No, no, I will not hire your Bed,</L>
<L>Nor Tenant to your favours be;</L>
<L>I will not farm your white and red,</L>
<L>You &s;hall not let your love to me:</L>
<L>I Court a Mi&s;tri&s;s&mdash;not a Landlady. <STAGE>Bis.</STAGE></L>
</LG>
</FLOATEXT>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's in the right; and &s;hall I wa&s;te my Youth and Pow|erful fortune on one who all this while has Jilted me, &s;eeing I was a lavi&s;h loving fool!&mdash;no&mdash;this Soul and Body &s;hall not be divided&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Gives her to</HI> Will.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am &s;o much thy friend, another time I might be drawn to take a bad bargain off thy hands &mdash; but I have other bu&s;ine&s;s at pre&s;ent: wo't do a kind thing, <HI>Harry</HI>&mdash;lend me thy aid to carry off my Woman to Night, 'tis hard by in the <HI>Piazzo,</HI> per|haps we may find re&s;i&s;tance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>My &s;elf and Sword are yours. I have a Chair waits be|low too may do you &s;ervice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thank ye&mdash;Madam&mdash;your Servant&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Left by both?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;ee our affairs are pre&s;&s;ing&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Bows and &s;miles carele&s;ly. Ex.</HI> Will. <HI>&s;inging.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gone! Where's all your power, ye poor deluded eyes, Cur&s;e on your feeble fires that cannot warm a heart which every common Beauty kindles: oh&mdash;he is gone for ever&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Petronella.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes he is gone, to your eternal ruin, not all the race of man cou'd have produc'd &s;o bountiful and credulous a fool &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, never, fetch him back my <HI>Petronella:</HI></L>
<L>Bring me my wild incon&s;tant or I die&mdash; <STAGE>Puts her out.</STAGE></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil fetch him back for <HI>Petronella,</HI> is't he you mean, you've had too much of him: a Cur&s;e upon him, he's ruin'd you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="71" REF="41">
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>He has, he &s;hall, he mu&s;t compleat my ruin.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>She raves, the Rogue has given her a <HI>Spani&s;h</HI> Philtre.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Coach, my Veil&mdash;or let 'em all alone; undre&s;t thus loo&s;ely to the Winds commit me to darkne&s;s, and no guide but pittying Cupid. <STAGE><HI>Going out</HI> Pet. <HI>holds her.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, are your mad?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>As Winds let loo&s;e, or Storms when they rage high.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Goes out.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>She's lo&s;t, and I'le &s;hift for my &s;elf, &s;eize all her Money and Jewels, of which I have the Keys; and if Seignior Mounti|bank keeps his word, be transform'd to Youth and Beauty again, and undoe this <HI>La Nuche</HI> at her own Trade&mdash; <STAGE>Goes in.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>SCENE</HI> the Street.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Willmore, Beaumond, <HI>Chair following.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Set down the Chair; you're now within call, I'le to the Garden Door and &s;ee if any Lady bright appear&mdash;dear <HI>Beaumond,</HI> &s;tay here a minute, and if I find occa&s;ion, I'le give you the Word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis hard by my Lodgings, if you want conveniences, I have the key of the back way through the Garden, whither you may carry your Mi&s;tri&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thank thee&mdash;let me fir&s;t &s;ecure my Woman&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Goes out.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;I thought I'd lov'd this fal&s;e, this Jilting fair, even above my friend&s;hip; but I find I can forgive this Rogue, though I am &s;ure he's robb'd me of my joys.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Ariadne <HI>with a Casket of Jewels.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not yet, a Devil on him, he's dear hearting it with &s;ome other kind Damzel&mdash;faith 'tis mo&s;t wickedly done of me to venture my Body with a mad unknown fellow; thus a little more delay will put me into a &s;erious con&s;ideration, and I &s;hall e'n go home again, &s;leep and be &s;ober. <STAGE>She walks about.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, a Woman! perhaps the &s;ame he looks for&mdash;I'le counterfeit his voice and try my chance&mdash;fortune may &s;et us even.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, is not that a man? yes&mdash;and a Chair waiting.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>She peeps.</STAGE>
<SP>
<PB N="72" REF="42">
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who's there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Maid.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>A miracle&mdash;oh art thou come, Child.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis he, you are a civil Captain, are you not, to make a longing Maid expect thus. What Woman has detain'd you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, my dear, tho fle&s;h and blood be frail, yet the dear hopes of thee has made me hold out with a Herculean courage, &mdash;&s;tay, where &s;hall I carry her, not to my own Apartment; <HI>Ariadne</HI> may &s;urpri&s;e me: I'le to the Mountebank here i'th' <HI>Pi|azzo,</HI> he has a Cure for all things, even for longing Love, and for a Pi&s;tol or two will do rea&s;on.</P>
<P>&mdash;Hah, Company: here &s;tep into this Chair.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>She goes in, they go off ju&s;t as</HI> Will. <HI>enters.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hum, a Woman of Quality and Jilt me&mdash;Egad that's &s;trange now&mdash;well, who &s;hall a Man tru&s;t in this wicked World!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> La Nuche <HI>as before.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>This &s;hould be he, he &s;aunters about like an expecting Lover. <STAGE>Will. <HI>peeping and approaching.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>By this Light a Woman, if &s;he be the right&mdash;but right or wrong &s;o &s;he be Feminine: harkye, Child, I fancy thee &s;ome kind thing that belongs to me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who are you?&mdash; <STAGE>In a low tone.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>A wandering Lover that has lo&s;t his heart, and I have a &s;hrewd gue&s;s 'tis in thy dear Bo&s;om, Child.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh you're a pretty Lover, a Woman's like to have a &s;weet time on't, if you're always &s;o tedious.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>By you bright Star-light, Child, I walk'd here in &s;hort turns like a Centinel, all this live long Evening, and was ju&s;t go|ing (Gad forgive me) to kill my &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>I rather think &s;ome Beauty has detain'd you: Have you not &s;een <HI>La Nuche?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>La Nuche!</HI>&mdash;whe &s;he's a Whore&mdash;I hope you take me for a civiller Per&s;on, than to throw my &s;elf away on Whores, &mdash;No, Child, I lye with none but hone&s;t Women I: but no di&s;puting now, come&mdash;to my Lodging, my dear&mdash;here's a Chair waits hard by&mdash; <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<PB N="73" REF="42">
<HEAD>SCENE Willmore's <HI>Lodging.</HI></HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Harliquin <HI>with</HI> Fetherfool's <HI>Cloaths on his Shoulder, leading him halting by one hand,</HI> Blunt <HI>(drunk) by the other by dark</HI>&mdash; Fetherfool <HI>bloody, his Coat put over his Shoulders.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Peano, Peano,</HI> Seignior, gently good <HI>Edward</HI>&mdash;for I'le not halt before a Cripple; I have lo&s;t a great part of my agil fa|culties.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah&mdash;&s;ee the incon&s;tancy of fickle fortune, <HI>Nicholas</HI>&mdash; a Man to day, and beaten to morrow: but take comfort, there's many a proper fellow has been robb'd and beaten on this High|way of Whoring.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay <HI>Ned,</HI> thou &s;peak'&s;t by woful experience&mdash;but that I &s;hould mi&s;carry after thy whol&s;ome documents; but we are all Mortal as thou &s;ay'&s;t, <HI>Ned</HI>&mdash;would I had never cro&s;t the Ferry from <HI>Croydon:</HI> a few &s;uch Nights as the&s;e wou'd learn a Man ex|perience enough to be a Wizard, if he have but the ill luck to e|&s;cape hanging.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>'D&s;hartlikins, I wonder in what Country our kinder Stars rule in <HI>England,</HI> plunder'd, &s;eque&s;ter'd, impri&s;on'd and bani&s;h'd; in <HI>France</HI> &s;tarv'd, walking like the Sign of the Naked Boy, with <HI>Plimouth</HI> Cloaks in our hands: in <HI>Italy</HI> and <HI>Spain</HI> robb'd, beaten and thrown out at Windows.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well&mdash;how happy am I&mdash;in having &s;o true a friend to condole me in affliction&mdash; <STAGE>Weeps.</STAGE> I am oblig'd to Seignior <HI>Harliquin</HI> too, for bringing me hither to the Mountebank's, where I &s;hall not only conceal this Cata&s;trophe from tho&s;e fortu|nate Rogues our Comrades, but procure a little Album Grecum for my Back&s;ide, come, Seignior, my Cloaths&mdash;but Seignior&mdash;<HI>un Portavera Poco palauea.</HI> <STAGE>Dre&s;&s;es him&s;elf.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Seignior.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Entende vos Signoria Engle&s;a?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Em Poco, em Poco,</HI> Seignior.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Per quelq arts,</HI> Did your Seignior&s;hip e&s;cape Cudgel|ing?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>La art de transformatio.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Transformatio</HI>&mdash;Whe, wer't thou not born a Man?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, Seignior, <HI>un vieule Famme.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="74" REF="43">
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, born an old Woman?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Lord! born an old Woman! and &s;o by transfor|mation became invulnerable.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay&mdash;in&mdash;invulnerable&mdash;what would I give to be invul|nerable: and Egad I am almo&s;t weary of being a Man, and &s;ubject to beating: wou'd I were a Woman, a Man has but an ill time on't: if he has a mind to a Wench, the making Love is &s;o plaguy tedious&mdash;then paying is to my Soul in&s;upportable, but to be a Woman, to be Courted with pre&s;ents, and have both the plea|&s;ure and the profit&mdash;to be without a Beard, and &s;ing a fine tre|ble&mdash;and &s;queak if the Men but ki&s;s me&mdash;'twere fine&mdash;and what's better, I am &s;ure never to be beaten again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox on't, do not u&s;e an old friend &s;o &s;curvily; con&s;ider the mi&s;ery thou't indure to have the heart and mind of a Jilting Whore po&s;&s;e&s;s thee: what a fit of the Devil mu&s;t he &s;uffer who Acts her part from fourteen to four&s;core, no, 'tis re&s;olv'd thou remain <HI>Nicholas Fetherfool</HI> &s;till, &s;halt marry the Mon&s;ter, and laugh at Fortune.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis true, &s;hould I turn Whore to the di&s;grace of my Family&mdash;what wou'd the World &s;ay, Who wou'd have thought it, cries one; I cou'd never have believ'd, cries another; no, as thou &s;ay'&s;t: I'le remain as I am&mdash;marry and live hone&s;tly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well re&s;olv'd, I'le leave you, for I was ju&s;t going to Sere|nade my Fayrie Queen, when I met thee at the Door&mdash;&s;ome deeds of Gallantry mu&s;t be perform'd, Seignior, <HI>Bonus Nochus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Blunt.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Shift <HI>with Light.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, a Light, undone!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Patientia, Patientia,</HI> Seignior.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where the Devil can this Rogue <HI>Hunt</HI> be; Ju&s;t now all things are ready for marrying the&s;e two Mon&s;ters: they wait, the Hou&s;e is hu&s;ht, and in the lucky minute to have him out of the way, &s;ure the Devil owes me a &s;pight.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Runs again&s;t</HI> Harliquin, <HI>puts out his Candle.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Que et la!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis <HI>Harliquin,</HI> Pox on't, is't you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace, here's <HI>Fetherfool,</HI> I'le &s;ecure him, whil'&s;t you go about your affair. <STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Shift.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="75" REF="43">
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, I hear a noi&s;e, dear <HI>Harliquin</HI> &s;ecure me, if I am di&s;cover'd I am undone&mdash;hold, hold&mdash;here's a Door&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>They both go in.</STAGE>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>SCENE</HI> changes to a Chamber, di&s;covers the She-Giant a&s;leep in a great great Chair.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Fetherfool <HI>and</HI> Harliquin.</STAGE>
<P>&mdash;hah&mdash;my Lady Mon&s;ter, have I to avoid <HI>Scylla</HI> run upon <HI>Ca|ribdis</HI>&mdash;hah &s;he &s;leeps; now wou'd &s;ome magnanimous Lover make good u&s;e of this opportunity, take fortune by the fore-lock, put her to't, and make &s;ure work&mdash;but Egad he mu&s;t have a better heart, or a better Mi&s;tri&s;s than I.</P>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Try your &s;trength, I'le be civil and leave you.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>In</HI> Italian <HI>he &s;till &s;peaks.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Excu&s;e me, Seignior, I &s;hould crackle like a wicker Bottle in her Arms&mdash;no, Seignior, there's no venturing without a grate between us; the Devil wou'd not give her due Benevolence&mdash;no, when I'm marry'd, I'le e'ne &s;how her a fair pair of Heels, her Portion will pay po&s;tage&mdash;but what if the Giant &s;hould carry her, that's to be fear'd, then I have cock'd and dre&s;t, and feed and ventur'd all this while for nothing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, Seignior, if I were you, I wou'd make &s;ure of &s;omething, &s;ee how rich &s;he is in Jems.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Right, as thou &s;ay'&s;t, I ought to make &s;ure of &s;omething, and &s;he is rich in Jems: How amiable looks that Neck with that delicious row of Pearls about it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P>She &s;leeps.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, &s;he &s;leeps as 'twere her la&s;t. What if I made bold to unrig her? &s;o if I mi&s;s the Lady, I have at lea&s;t my charges paid, what vigorous Lover can re&s;i&s;t her Charms&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>Looks on her.</STAGE>
<P>but &s;hou'd &s;he wake and mi&s;s it, and find it about me, I &s;hou'd be hang'd&mdash; <STAGE>Turns away.</STAGE></P>
<P>&mdash;&s;o then, I lo&s;e my Lady too&mdash;but fle&s;h and blood cannot re&s;i&s;t&mdash;What if I left the Town? then I lo&s;e my Lady &s;till, and who wou'd lo&s;e a Hog for the re&s;t of the Proverb&mdash;and yet a Bird in hand, friend <HI>Nicholas</HI>&mdash;yet &s;weet meat may have &s;our &s;auce&mdash;and yet refu&s;e when fortune offers&mdash;yet hone&s;ty's a Jewel
<PB N="76" REF="44"> &mdash;but a Pox upon Pride when folks go naked&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;aid. <STAGE>Incouraging him by &s;igns.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay&mdash;I'le do't&mdash;but what remedy now again&s;t di&s;covery and re&s;titution&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, Sir, take no care, you &s;hall&mdash;&s;wallow 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, &s;wallow 'em, I &s;hall ne're be able to do't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le &s;how you, Seignior, 'tis ea&s;ie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Gad that may be, 'twere excellent if I cou'd do't; but fir&s;t&mdash;by your leave. <STAGE><HI>&V;nties the Necklace, breaks the &s;tring, and</HI> Harl. <HI>&s;wallows one to &s;how him.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look ye, that's all&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, hold, Seignior, an you be &s;o nimble, I &s;hall pay dear for my Learning&mdash;let me &s;ee&mdash;friend <HI>Nicholas,</HI> thou ha&s;t &s;wallow'd many a Pill for the Di&s;ea&s;e of the Body, let's &s;ee what thou can&s;t perform for that of the Pur&s;e. <STAGE>Swallows 'em.</STAGE></P>
<P>&mdash;&s;o&mdash;a comfortable bu&s;ine&s;s this&mdash;three or four thou&s;and pound in Cordial Pearl: 'Sbud <HI>Mark Anthony</HI> was never &s;o treated by his <HI>Egyptian</HI> Crocodile&mdash;hah, what noi&s;e is that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Operator, Operator, Seignior.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, an Operator, whe what the Devil makes he here? &s;ome Plot upon my Ladies Cha&s;tity; were I given to be Jealous now, danger wou'd in&s;ue&mdash;oh, he's entring, I wou'd not be &s;een for all the World: oh &s;ome place of refuge&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Looking about.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know of none.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, what's this&mdash;a Clock-Ca&s;e&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Harl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good, good&mdash;look you, Sir, do you do thus, and 'tis impo&s;&s;ible to di&s;cover ye.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Goes into the Ca&s;e and &s;hows him how to &s;tand; then</HI> Fether. <HI>goes in, pulls off his Periwig, his Head out turning for the Minutes o'th' top: his Hand out, and his Finger pointing to a Figure.</HI></STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Shift <HI>and</HI> Hunt.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Heaven, he's here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>See where &s;he &s;leeps; get you about your bu&s;ine&s;s, &s;ee your own little Marmo&s;et and the Prie&s;t be ready, that we may Marry and Con&s;ummate before day: and in the morning our
<PB N="77" REF="44"> friends &s;hall &s;ee us abed together, give us the good morrow, and the work's done. <STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Hunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh Traytor to my Bed, what a Helli&s;h Plot's here di&s;|cover'd. <STAGE>Shift wakes the Giant.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gia.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh are you come my &s;weete&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, the Mi&s;tri&s;s of my Bo&s;om fal&s;e too; ah, who wou'd tru&s;t faithle&s;s Beauty&mdash;oh that I dur&s;t &s;peak&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come let's away, your Uncle and the re&s;t of the Hou&s;e are fa&s;t a&s;leep, let's away e're the two fools, <HI>Blunt</HI> and <HI>Fether|fool,</HI> arrive.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gia.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hang 'em Pigeon-hearted &s;laves&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Clock&mdash; let's &s;ee what hour 'tis&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><HI>Lifts up the light to &s;ee,</HI> Feth. <HI>blows it out.</HI></STAGE>
<P>&mdash;how! betray'd&mdash;I'le kill the Villain. <STAGE>Draws.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say you &s;o, then 'tis time for me to unca&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have you your Lovers hid?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Gets out all groping in the dark,</HI> Feth. <HI>gets the Giant by the Hand.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gia.</SPEAKER>
<P>Softly or we're undone; give me your hand and be undeceiv'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;he, now &s;hall I be reveng'd. <STAGE>Leads her out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>What gone! Death, has this Mon&s;ter got the Arts of Woman. <STAGE>Harl. <HI>meets him in the dark and playstricks with him.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Ex. all.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Willmore <HI>and</HI> La Nuche <HI>by dark.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now we are &s;afe and free let's in my Soul, and gratefully fir&s;t Sacrifice to Love, then to the Gods of Mirth and Wine, my dear. <STAGE>Ex. pa&s;&s;ing over the Stage.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Blunt <HI>with</HI> Petronella, <HI>imbracing her, his Sword in his hand, and a Box of Jewels.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>I was damnably afraid I was pur&s;u'd. <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Something in the fray I've got, pray Heaven it prove a Prize, after my cur&s;ed ill luck of lo&s;ing my Lady Dwarf: Why do you tremble fair one?&mdash;you're in the hands of an hone&s;t Gentleman, Ad&s;hartlikins.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="78" REF="45">
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, Sir, ju&s;t as I approacht Seignior Doctor's Door, to have my &s;elf &s;urrounded with naked Weapons, then to drop with the fear my Casket of Jewels, which had not you by chance &s;tumbled on and taken up, I had lo&s;t a hundred thou&s;and Crowns with it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha um&mdash; a hundred thou&s;and Crowns&mdash;a pretty trifling &s;um&mdash;I'le marry her out of hand.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is an <HI>Engli&s;h-man,</HI> of a dull hone&s;t Nation, and might be manag'd to advantage, were but I transform'd now.</P>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
<P>I hope you are a Man of Honour, Sir, I am a Virgin, fled from the rage of an incens'd Brother; cou'd you but &s;ecure me with my Trea&s;ure, I wou'd be devoted yours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Secure thee, by this light, &s;weet Soul, I'le marry thee: &mdash;<HI>Belluile</HI>'s Lady ran ju&s;t &s;o away with him&mdash;this mu&s;t be a Prize&mdash; <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
<P>but hark&mdash;prithee, my Dear, &s;tep in a little, I'le keep my good fortune to my &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>See what tru&s;t I repo&s;e in your hands, tho&s;e Jewels, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>So&mdash;there can be no Jilting here, I am &s;ecur'd from be|ing couzen'd however. <STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Pet.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Fetherfool.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Pox on all fools, I &s;ay, and a double Pox on all fight|ing fools; ju&s;t when I had miraculou&s;ly got my Mon&s;ter by a mi|&s;take in the dark, convey'd her out, and within a moment of marrying her, to have my friend &s;et upon me and occa&s;ion my lo&s;ing her, was a Cata&s;trophe which none but thy termagant Courage (which never did any man good) cou'd have procur'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>'D&s;hartlikins I cou'd kill my &s;elf&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>To fight away a couple of &s;uch hopeful Mon&s;ters, and two Millions&mdash;'owns, was ever Valour &s;o improvident?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your fighting made me mi&s;take&mdash;for who the Pox wou'd have look'd for <HI>Nicholas Fetherfool</HI> in the per&s;on of a Hero.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fight, 'Sbud a Million of Money wou'd have provok'd a Bully; be&s;ides, I took you for the damn'd Rogue my Rival.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ju&s;t as I had fini&s;h'd my Serenade, and had put up my Pipes to be gone, out-&s;talk'd me your two-handed Lady, with a Man at her Girdle like a bunch of Keys, whom I taking for no|thing
<PB N="79" REF="45"> le&s;s than &s;ome one who had &s;ome foul de&s;ign upon the Gen|tlewoman, like a true Knight Errant, did my be&s;t to re&s;cue her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, yes, I feel you did, a Pox of your heavy hand.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>So whil'&s;t we two were lovingly cuffing each other, comes the Rival, I &s;uppo&s;e, and carry's off the Prize.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who mu&s;t be Seignior <HI>Lucifer</HI> him&s;elf, he cou'd never have Vani&s;ht with that Celerity el&s;e with &s;uch a carriage&mdash;but come, all we have to do is to rai&s;e the Mountebank and the Guar|dian, pur&s;ue the Rogues, have 'em hang'd by Law for a Rape and Theft, and then we &s;tand fair again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, you may if you plea&s;e, but fortune has provided otherwi&s;e for me. <STAGE><HI>A&s;ide. Ex.</HI> Blu. <HI>and</HI> Feth.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Beaumond <HI>and</HI> Ariadne.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure none lives here, or Thieves are broken in, the Doors are all left open.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Heaven this &s;tranger prove but hone&s;t now.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now my dear Creature every thing con&s;pires to make us happy, let us not defer it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, dear Captain, I yield but on conditions, which are the&s;e&mdash;I give you up a Maid of Youth and Beauty, ten thou&s;and Pound in ready Jewels here&mdash;three times the value in E&s;tate to come, of which here be the Writings, you deliver|ing me a hand&s;om proper fellow, heart-whole and &s;ound, that's all&mdash;your Name I ask not till the Prie&s;t declare it, who is to &s;eal the bargain: I cannot deceive, for I let you know I am Daughter-in-law to the <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Amba&s;&s;ador.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Ariadne!</HI></L>
<L>How vain is all Man's indu&s;try and care</L>
<L>To make him accompli&s;h'd;</L>
<L>When the gay fluttering fool,</L>
<L>Or the half-witted rough unmanner'd brute, <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></L>
<L>Who in plain terms comes right down to the bu&s;ine&s;s,</L>
<L>Out-Rivals him in all his Love and Fortunes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;Methinks you cool upon't, Captain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, <HI>Ariadne</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Beaumond!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="80" REF="46">
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh what a world of time have I mi&s;pent for want of being a Blockhead&mdash;'Sdeath and Hell,</P>
<L>Wou'd I had been &s;ome brawny ruffling fool,</L>
<L>Some forward impudent unthinking &s;loven,</L>
<L>A Womans tool; for all be&s;ides unmanageable.</L>
<L>&mdash;Come, &s;wear that all this while you thought 'twas I:</L>
<L>The Devil has taught ye tricks to bring your fal&s;hood off.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Know 'twas you? no, faith, I took you for as errant a right-down Captain as ever Woman wi&s;ht for: and 'twas uncivil Egad to undeceive me, I tell you that now.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Willmore <HI>and</HI> La Nuche <HI>by dark,</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou art all Charms, a Heaven of &s;weets all over, plump &s;mooth round Limbs, &s;mall ri&s;ing Brea&s;ts, a Bo&s;om &s;oft and pant|ing&mdash;I long to wound each &s;en&s;e: Lights there&mdash;who waits&mdash; there yet remains a Plea&s;ure unpo&s;&s;e&s;t, the &s;ight of that dear face. &mdash;Lights there&mdash;where are my Vermin? <STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Will.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Captain with a Woman&mdash;and is it &s;o&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Will. <HI>with Lights, &s;ees</HI> Aria. <HI>and goes to her.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>By Heaven a glorious Beauty! now a ble&s;&s;ing on thee for &s;howing me &s;o dear a face&mdash;come, Child, let's retire, and be|gin where we left off.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Woman!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where we left off, pray, where was that good Captain?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Within upon the Bed, Child&mdash;come&mdash;I'le &s;how thee&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Beaumond</HI> come fit to celebrate my happine&s;s: ah &s;uch a Woman friend!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do ye know her?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>All ore, to be the &s;ofte&s;t &s;weete&s;t Creature&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mean, do ye know who &s;he is?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor care; 'tis the la&s;t Que&s;tion I ever ask a fine Wo|man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>And you are &s;ure you are thus well acquainted.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>I cannot boa&s;t of much acquaintance&mdash;but I have pluckt a Ro&s;e from her Bo&s;om&mdash;or &s;o&mdash;and given it her a|gain
<PB N="81" REF="46"> &mdash;we've pa&s;t the hour of the Berjere together, that's all&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>And do you know&mdash;this Lady is my&mdash;Wife?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Draw.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! hum, hum, hum, hum&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Turns and &s;ings, &s;ees</HI> La Nuche, <HI>and returns quick with an unea&s;ie Grimace.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did you not hear me&mdash;<HI>Draw.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Draw, Sir&mdash;what&mdash;on my friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>On your Cuckold, Sir, for &s;o you've doubly made me: Draw, or I'le kill thee&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Pa&s;&s;es at him, he fences with his Hat,</HI> La Nu. <HI>holds</HI> Beau.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, prithee hold&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Put up your Sword, this Lady's innocent, at lea&s;t in what concerns this Evenings bu&s;ine&s;s: I own&mdash;with Pride I own I am the Woman that pleas'd &s;o well to Night.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>La Nuche!</HI> kind Soul to bring me off with &s;o hand&s;om a lie: how lucky 'twas &s;he happen'd to be here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fal&s;e as thou art, why &s;hou'd I credit thee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>By Heav'n, 'tis true, I will not lo&s;e the glory on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh the dear Perjur'd Creature, how I Love thee for this dear lying Vertue&mdash;harkye, Child, ha&s;t thou nothing to &s;ay for thy &s;elf to help us out withal?&mdash; <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Aria. <HI>a&s;ide.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>I! I renounce ye&mdash;fal&s;e Man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, yes, I know &s;he's innocent of this, for which I owe no thanks to either of you, but to my &s;elf who mi&s;took her in the dark.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>And you it &s;eems mi&s;took me for this Lady; I favour'd your de&s;ign to gain your heart, for I was told, that if this Night I lo&s;t you, I &s;hou'd never regain you: now I am yours, and o're the habitable World will follow you, and live and &s;tarve by turns as fortune plea&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, by this light, Child, I knew when once thou'd&s;t try'd me, thou'd&s;t ne'r part with me&mdash;give me thy hand, no poverty &s;hall part us. <STAGE>Ki&s;&s;es her.</STAGE></P>
<P>&mdash;&s;o&mdash;now here's a bargain made without the formal foppery of Marriage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, faith Captain, &s;he that will not take thy word as &s;oon as the Par&s;ons of the Pari&s;h de&s;erves not the ble&s;&s;ing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou art reform'd, and I adore the change.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="82" REF="47"><HI>Enter the</HI> Guardian, Blunt <HI>and</HI> Fetherfool.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Guar.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Nieces &s;toln, and by a couple of the Seigniors Men! the Seignior fled too, undone, undone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, now's my Cue; I mu&s;t fini&s;h this Je&s;t. <STAGE>Goes out.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Shift <HI>and</HI> Giant, Hunt <HI>and</HI> Dwarf.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Guar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh impudence, my Nieces, and the Villains with 'em; I charge ye Gentlemen to lay hold on 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dwa.</SPEAKER>
<P>For what, good Uncle, for being &s;o couragious to mar|ry us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Guar.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, married to Rogues, Ra&s;cals, <HI>John Potages!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who the Devil wou'd have look'd for Jilting in &s;uch Hobgoblins?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>And ha&s;t thou deceiv'd me, thou foul filthy Synagogue.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Willmore <HI>like a Mountebank as before.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Mountebank! oh thou cheating Quack, thou &s;ophi|&s;ticated adulterated Villain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou couzening, lying, fortune-telling, fee-taking Ra|&s;cal.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou Jugling, Conjuring, Canting Rogue!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the matter, Gentlemen?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha&s;t thou the impudence to ask who took my money to marry me to this ill-favour'd Baboon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>And me to this foul filthy o're-grown Chronacle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>And ha&s;t &s;uffered Rogues, thy Servants, to marry 'em: Sirra, I will beat thee pa&s;t Cure of all thy hard-nam'd Drugs, thy <HI>Guzman</HI> Medicines.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, I'le Peach him in the Inqui&s;ition for a Wizard, and have him hang'd for a Witch.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, we are Gentlemen, and you &s;hall have the thirds of their Portion, what wou'd you more. <STAGE><HI>A&s;ide to the</HI> Guar.</STAGE></P>
<P>Look ye, Sir. <STAGE>Pulls off their Di&s;gui&s;e.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Hunt!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Shift!</HI> we are betray'd! all will out to the Captain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;hall know no more of it than he does already for me,
<PB N="83" REF="47"> Gentlemen. <STAGE>Pulls of his Di&s;gui&s;e.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Willmore!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, ay, 'tis he.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Draw, Sir&mdash;you know me&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;For one that 'tis impo&s;&s;ible to couzen.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>All Laugh.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have a care, Sir, we are all for the Captain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>As for that, Sir, we fear ye not, de &s;ee, were you <HI>Her|cules</HI> and all his Mermidons. <STAGE>Draws, but gets behind.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fools, put up your Swords, fools, and do not publi&s;h the Je&s;t; your money you &s;hall have again, on condition you never pretend to be wi&s;er than your other men, but mode&s;tly believe you may be couzen'd as well as your Neighbours.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>The</HI> Guardian <HI>talking with</HI> Hunt <HI>and</HI> Shift <HI>and</HI> Giant <HI>this while.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>La you, <HI>Ned,</HI> why &s;hou'd friends fall out?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Couzen'd, it may be not, Sir, for look ye, Sir, the <HI>E&s;&s;ex</HI> fool, the couzen'd dull Rogue can &s;how moveables or &s;o&mdash;nay, they are right too&mdash; <STAGE>Shows his Jewels.</STAGE></P>
<P>This is no <HI>Naples</HI> Adventure, Gentlemen, no Copper Chains; all &s;ub&s;tantial Diamonds, Pearls and Rubies &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Will. <HI>takes the Casket and looks in it.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, do not I know that Casket, and tho&s;e Jewels.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>How the Pox came this Rogue by the&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hum, <HI>Edward,</HI> I confe&s;s you have redeem'd your reputa|tion, and &s;hall hereafter pa&s;s for a Wit&mdash;by what good fortune came you by this trea&s;ure?&mdash;what Lady?&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lady, Sir! alas no, I am a fool, a Country fop, an a&s;s, I; but that you may perceive your &s;elves mi&s;taken, Gentlemen, this is but an earne&s;t of what's to come, a &s;mall token of remembrance, or &s;o&mdash;and yet I have no Charms, I; the fine Captain has all the Wit and Beauty&mdash; but thou'rt my friend, and I'le impart.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Brings out</HI> Petronella <HI>Veil'd.</HI></STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Aurelia <HI>and</HI> Sancho.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hither we trac'd her, and &s;ee &s;he's yonder.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>San.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, in the Kings Name lay hold of this old cheat; &s;he has this Night robb'd our Patrona of a hundred thou&s;and Crowns in Money and Jewels.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="84" REF="48">
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! <STAGE>Gets from her.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La Nu.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are mi&s;taken, friend <HI>Sancho,</HI> &s;he only &s;eiz'd 'em for my u&s;e, and has deliver'd 'em in tru&s;t to my friend the Cap|tain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, <HI>La Nuche!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! couz'nd again!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look ye, Sir, &s;he's &s;o Beautiful, you need no Portion, that alone's &s;ufficient for a Wit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Much good may do you with your rich Lady, <HI>Edward.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>Death, this fool laugh at me too&mdash;well, I am an errant right-down Logerhead, a dull conceited couzen'd &s;illy fool, and he that ever takes me for any other, 'D&s;hartlikins, I'le beat him: I forgive you all, and will henceforth be good natur'd: wo't bor|row any money, Pox on't, I'le lend as far as e're 'twill go, for I am now reclaim'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Guar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here is a Necklace of Pearl lo&s;t, which, Sir, I lay to your Charge. <STAGE><HI>To</HI> Fetherfool.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hum, I was bewitcht I did not rub off with it when it was mine&mdash;who I, if e're I &s;aw a Necklace of Pearl, I wi&s;h 'twere in my Belly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Blu.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, a Necklace, uncon&s;cionable Rogue, not to let me &s;hare, well there is no friend&s;hip in this World: I hope they'l hang him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>He'l ne'r confe&s;s without the Rack&mdash;come, we'l to&s;s him in a Blanket.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah, to&s;s me in a Blanket, that will turn my Stomach mo&s;t villainou&s;ly, and I &s;hall di&s;imbogue and di&s;cover all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, come, the Blanket. <STAGE>They lay hold of him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, hold, I do confe&s;s, I do confe&s;s&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>Re&s;tore, and have your Pardon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>That is not in Nature at pre&s;ent, for Gentlemen, I have eat 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shift.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Sdeath, I'le di&s;&s;ect ye. <STAGE>Goes to Draw.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me redeem him; here Boy, take him to my Cham|ber, and let the Doctor Gly&s;ter him &s;oundly, and I'le warrant you your Pearl again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Feth.</SPEAKER>
<P>If this be the end of Travelling, I'le e'ne to old <HI>England</HI> again, take the Covenant, get a Seque&s;trators place, grow rich, and defie all Cavaliering.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="85" REF="48">
<SPEAKER>Beau.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis Morning, let's home, <HI>Ariadne,</HI> and try, if po&s;&s;ible, to love &s;o well to be content to marry; if we find that amend|ment in our hearts, to &s;ay we dare believe and tru&s;t each other, then let it be a match.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aria.</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my heart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Will.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have a hankering after Marriage &s;till, but I am for Love and Gallantry.</P>
<LG>
<L>So tho by &s;everal ways we gain our End,</L>
<L>Love &s;till, like Death, does to one Center tend.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT>
</EEBO>
</ETS>
