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<P>WOMANS WIT: OR, <HI>The Lady in Fa&s;hion.</HI></P>
<P>A COMEDY.</P>
<P>Acted at the Theatre Royal.</P>
<P>BY His MAJESTY'S SERVANTS.</P>
<P>Written by <HI>C. CIBBER.</HI></P>
<Q><L>&mdash; Careat &s;ucce&s;&s;ibus opto;</L>
<L>Qui&s;quis ab Eventu, Facta notanda putat. <BIBL><HI>Ovid.</HI></BIBL></L></Q>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>John Sturton,</HI> at the <HI>Middle-Temple-Gate,</HI> in <HI>Flee&s;treet,</HI> 1697.</P>
<P>PLAYS Lately Publi&s;h'd, <HI>Timoleon,</HI> or the <HI>Revolution,</HI> a Tragi-Comedy. The <HI>Roman Bride,</HI> a Tragedy. The <HI>Old Batchelor,</HI> a Comedy, by Mr. <HI>Congreve. Love's a Je&s;t,</HI> by Mr. <HI>Motte<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">x.</HI> Printed for <HI>J. Sturton.</HI></P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="preface">
<PB REF="2" MS="y">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>THE PREFACE.</HEAD>
<P>THIS Play not having an&s;wer'd the Ends of my Wri|ting it, the Reader I pre&s;ume may rea&s;onably expect that (according to Cu&s;tom) I &s;hou'd endeavour to de|mon&s;trate that they who di&s;lik'd it are either Fools, or Poets: Now my &s;ole dependance being the Judgment of an Audience, 'twere madne&s;s in me to provoke 'em. And I may with more &s;afety, and le&s;s trouble, per&s;wade 'em into a good opinion of their &s;en&s;e, than my own. 'Tis dangerous to Quarrel with a whole Town, as 'tis difficult to plea&s;e 'em; there is no Appeal|ing to <HI>Apollo</HI>'s Court, after an Illegal Sentence from them, their Will is Law, and 'tis but rea&s;onable it &s;hou'd be &s;o, &s;ince they pay for their Power.</P>
<P>I am willing to &s;tand to my Prayer in my <HI>Prologue,</HI> and to acknowledge it has had a Favourable Fate: I intended (but I had &s;ome con&s;iderable Hinderances, which the Reader &s;hall know pre&s;ently) to have made the Town &s;ome amends in this Play for their Extraordinary Favours to my Fir&s;t: For I am &s;o far from that vanity of thinking my &s;elf Con&s;iderable enough to have receiv'd any Prejudice from my Enemies, that I am ready to acknowledge 'twas want of Merit in the Play, not under&s;tanding in its Audience, that made it meet with no Kinder Reception. All I propo&s;e is to lay down &s;ome Excu&s;es why it is not more de&s;erving. But tho' I am ready to confe&s;s its defects, yet I wou'd willingly be thought able to mend them.
<PB REF="3"> My fir&s;t Hindrance was my want of time; for rather than lo&s;e a Winter (the Profits of my other being &s;o con&s;iderable) I forc'd my &s;elf to invent a Fable: Now my fir&s;t was Spontane|ous, and con&s;equently more ea&s;ie: The one was the Kindly Product of my Fancy, this of my Judgment: (I mean of that little judgment I have) That was a Cherry gather'd in <HI>July;</HI> this was meerly ripned by Artifice in <HI>April,</HI> 'twill hardly ad|mit of a Di&s;pute, which mu&s;t of con&s;equence have the more Natural and Plea&s;ing Ta&s;te.</P>
<P>Another Hindrance was my too nice ob&s;ervation of Regula|rity (which tho' I pretend not exactly to have follow'd, yet per|haps I am &s;omething nearer than mo&s;t of our late Comedies) the Scene never breaking in any Act but the Third, and then not to an unrea&s;onable di&s;tance, nor without a nece&s;&s;itous Oc|ca&s;ion: The time I think is obviou&s;ly comprehended in five Hours. But this Confinement is a great Hinderance to Variety of Incidents, which provided they are natural after they are brought in, I think may very rea&s;onably divert us, without ob|&s;erving that &s;trictne&s;s. And tho' I am ready to grant that a good Play is much the better for being Regular, yet on the other &s;ide, it mu&s;t be allow'd a Double Art and Labour to make it both Regular and Diverting, and of the two, truly I don't &s;ee but men of the greate&s;t &s;en&s;e had rather have their Fancies pleas'd, than their judgment; and I can't help Wi&s;hing, tho' too late, that I had given a loo&s;er Rein to the former.</P>
<P>Another inconvenience was, that during the time of my Wri|ting the two fir&s;t Acts, I was entertain'd in the New Theatre, and of cour&s;e prepar'd my Characters to the ta&s;te of tho&s;e Act|ors, and they having the two mo&s;t Experienc'd, I might there (without di&s;couraging the People of this Hou&s;e) have expected a more Ma&s;terly Performance. In the middle of my Writing the Third Act, not liking my Station there, I return'd again
<PB REF="3"> to the Theatre Royal, and was then forc'd, as far as I cou'd with nature, to confine the Bu&s;ine&s;s of my Per&s;ons to the Capa|city of different people, and not to mi&s;s the Advantage of Mr. <HI>Doggett</HI>'s Excellent Action; I prepar'd a low Character, which (tho' I dare not recommend it to the Reader) I knew from him cou'd not fail of Diverting; I have &s;een him Play with more &s;ucce&s;s I own, but ne're &s;aw any Man wear a truer face of Nature; and indeed the two la&s;t Acts were much better perform'd than I cou'd have propos'd in that other Hou&s;e; the difference is only this, had it been there I had propos'd &s;ome Scenes more of a Piece with the former Acts: But however, the performance of the whole was better than my Expectation from &s;o thin, and I may add &s;o uncertain a Company: For we are no more &s;ure of the Hone&s;t Endeavours of &s;ome that are Hone&s;tly paid, than they are of Bread when they leave us: I was forc'd to Write to the Mouths of tho&s;e I knew wou'd &s;peak as well as they cou'd, and not think them&s;elves above In&s;tructi|on: Every one did their be&s;t, and I thank 'em: But however a Fort is in a very poor condition, that (in a time of General War) has but an handful of Raw young Fellows to maintain it.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="prologue">
<PB REF="4">
<HEAD>PROLOGUE.</HEAD>
<L>MOST Authors, when their barren Labours fail,</L>
<L>Still let their &s;ecret Vanity prevail;</L>
<L>And when they're damn'd by you, turn Wits, and rail.</L>
<L>'Tis not, &s;ay they, our writing well or ill,</L>
<L>But as the Town's i'th' mood, of damning &s;till;</L>
<L>Sen&s;e, Humour, Wit, and Plot, tho' ne'er &s;o nice,</L>
<L>All take the Tincture from their vain Caprice:</L>
<L>Their weak Dige&s;tion, and their Sickly Ta&s;t,</L>
<L>Nau&s;eates this Hour, what fea&s;ted 'em the la&s;t.</L>
<L>Our generous Soul now's of another Mind,</L>
<L>He thinks you are to Mercy well inclin'd;</L>
<L>Show you a Beauty, and you'll &s;oon be kind.</L>
<L>Nor do you care from whence the Charmer &s;prings,</L>
<L>Let her &s;oft Voice but plea&s;e you while &s;he &s;ings.</L>
<L>By ble&s;t Experience this our Author knows,</L>
<L>Tho' from the Stage his humble Mu&s;e aro&s;e.</L>
<L>Your Approbation was &s;o kindly &s;hown,</L>
<L>It &s;well'd &s;o high,&mdash;you &s;wore 'twas not his own.</L>
<L>But tho' it were, you &s;till thought fit to &s;pare</L>
<L>The Tree, for what it might hereafter bear;</L>
<L>Nor damn'd the Poet for the worthle&s;s Player.</L>
<L>This Thought confirms him, if he fails you now,</L>
<L>He mu&s;t his Fate to want of Merit owe,</L>
<L>And thinks the greate&s;t Merit is in plea&s;ing you.</L>
<L>You'll pay him well, if you approve the Fea&s;t,</L>
<L>And you are &s;ure be&s;t Judges of your Ta&s;t;</L>
<L>If he can plea&s;e&mdash;</L>
<L>You'll hardly &s;tarve him by a &s;piteful Fa&s;t.</L>
<L>H<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> hopes the be&s;t, but does your Judgments tru&s;t,</L>
<L>O<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;ave, or damn his Play, he'll think you Ju&s;t.</L>
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<DIV1 TYPE="epilogue">
<PB REF="4">
<HEAD>THE EPILOGUE.</HEAD>
<BYLINE>Spoken by Mi&s;s <HI>CROSS.</HI></BYLINE>
<L>YO&V;R Servant Gentlemen, I am come to try</L>
<L>What I can do to &s;ave this Comedy:</L>
<L>'Twere hard &s;hou'd a refu&s;al be my hap,</L>
<L>When all I ask, is but a harmle&s;s clap.</L>
<L>A &s;ingle Critick I'd not fear to mawle,</L>
<L>A Look wou'd &s;oon make one his doom recall;</L>
<L>But what am I (poor thing) among you all?</L>
<L>Well! I'm engag'd i'th' Cau&s;e, and mu&s;t go through it;</L>
<L>You are but Men, and therefore I'll pur&s;ue it.</L>
<L>I've heard there are &s;ome Ladies of the Stage,</L>
<L>That cock their Eyes, and dare a Criticks Rage:</L>
<L>Now I wou'd fain by gentle &s;oftne&s;s move you;</L>
<L>Ah! Je&s;u!&mdash;How a clap wou'd make me love you.</L>
<L><HI>Beaux</HI> will be kind, I &s;ee it in their Features,</L>
<L>They are of &s;uch tender, melting Natures;</L>
<L>Look now! Were ever &s;een &s;uch lovely Creatures?</L>
<L>Heaven's! How their Smiles become 'em! O! &s;uch Graces!</L>
<L>I'll &s;wear a Frown wou'd &s;poil their pretty Faces.</L>
<L>Dear Sirs be kind, and let this Play but pa&s;s,</L>
<L>We'll &s;top at nothing to de&s;erve the Grace,</L>
<L>We'll hang our Stage all round with Looking-Gla&s;s.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="5">
<HEAD>The Per&s;ons.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<HEAD>MEN.</HEAD>
<LABEL>LORD <HI>Lovemore,</HI> in Love with <HI>Leonora.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM>Mr. <HI>Harland.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL><HI>Longville,</HI> in Love with <HI>Olivia.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM>Mr. <HI>Cibber.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL><HI>Major Raki&s;h,</HI> An old Rake-hell.</LABEL>
<ITEM>Mr. <HI>Penkethman.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL><HI>Jack Raki&s;h,</HI> His Son, and Companion.</LABEL>
<ITEM>Mr. <HI>Powel.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL><HI>Ma&s;s Johnny,</HI> L. <HI>Manloves</HI> Son, a Di&s;obedient School-boy.</LABEL>
<ITEM>Mr. <HI>Dogget.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL>Father <HI>Benedic,</HI> His Governour. A Prie&s;t.</LABEL>
<ITEM>Mr. <HI>Smeaton.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL><HI>Laguerre,</HI> Valet to <HI>Longville.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM>&nbsp;</ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>WOMEN.</HEAD>
<LABEL>Lady <HI>Manlove,</HI> A De&s;igning old Lady.</LABEL>
<ITEM>Mrs. <HI>Powel.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL><HI>Leonora,</HI> Her Daughter, a Coquet.</LABEL>
<ITEM>Mrs. <HI>Knight.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL><HI>Emilia, Longville's</HI> Si&s;ter, &s;ecretly in love with L. <HI>Lov.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM>Mrs. <HI>Rogers.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL><HI>Olivia,</HI> Her Friend engag'd to <HI>Longville.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM>Mrs. <HI>Cibber.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL><HI>Triffle,</HI> Woman to <HI>Leonora.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM>&nbsp;</ITEM>
<LABEL><HI>Lettice,</HI> Woman to Lady <HI>Manlove.</HI></LABEL>
<ITEM>Mrs. <HI>Kent.</HI></ITEM>
<LABEL>Servants and Waiters.</LABEL>
<ITEM>&nbsp;</ITEM>
</LIST>
<P>The Scene St. <HI>James</HI>'s, and the Time of Action, Five Hours.</P>
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<HEAD><HI>Womans Wit:</HI> OR, THE Lady in Fa&s;hion.</HEAD>
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<HEAD>ACT I.</HEAD>
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<HEAD><HI>SCENE,</HI> An Anti-Chamber.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Longville, <HI>in his Night-Gown, his</HI> Valet <HI>waiting.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>LAguerre!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is my Si&s;ter &s;tirring?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;aw her in the Garden above an hour a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> Sir, I <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e|lieve &s;he is now in her Clo&s;et.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Leave word with her Woman I am alone, and when &s;he comes out, de&s;ire to &s;peak with her. <STAGE>(<HI>Exit</HI> Laguerre.)</STAGE> I have ob&s;erved of late, &s;he has lo&s;t her Gaity, is much alone, and la&s;t Night, when I informed her of my Lord <HI>Lovemore</HI>'s Con&s;tancy to the Ungrateful <HI>Leonora,</HI> &s;he exrpe&s;s'd a &s;oft Concern, that &s;eem'd to flow from &s;omewhat more than common Pitty. 'Twould trouble me to know &s;he lov'd a Man, who every moment begs that Pitty from another, &s;he wants from him; a Man who&s;e Virtues are his Ruine, who never doing ill him&s;elf, thinks it the highe&s;t Crime to doubt the Con|duct of his Mi&s;tre&s;s. I have often &s;trove to wake him from his <HI>Lethargy,</HI> and am &s;till re&s;olv'd while there is hopes, never to give him o're, About this time I expect to hear from him &mdash; Who's there?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Re-enter</HI> Laguerre.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, my Lady will wait on You.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis well! has no one been to &s;peak with me this Morning?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Only Mr. <HI>Pertwitt,</HI> Sir, the <HI>Author</HI> of the la&s;t new <HI>Play,</HI> he has left his <HI>Dedication,</HI> and &s;ays, he will Dine with you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil's in that Fellow, I find it's as Dangerous to &s;ay a Civil thing to a <HI>Dull Poet,</HI> as to an old Lady: For they are equally &s;ure to libel your Judgment, by telling the World, you like both their Face and Fancy: When he comes give him Ten Guineas, and let me hear no more of him</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter a</HI> Footman.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, here is a Letter for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who brought it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foot.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Servant from Madam <HI>Olivia.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bid him &s;tay. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Footman.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE><PB N="2" REF="6"><HI>(Reads)</HI></STAGE>
<P><HI>"I &s;ha<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">l be in Town about Three a Clock</HI> <STAGE>(<HI>if my Lady</HI> Manlove <HI>can &s;pare you</HI>)</STAGE> <HI>you will know where to find</HI> Olivia.</P>
<P><HI>Ken&s;ington,</HI> Wedne&s;day Morning.</P>
<P>If my L<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">dy <HI>Manlove</HI> can &s;pare me! &s;o, if &s;he grudges another my Compa|ny, 'tis a &s;ign that &s;he has a mind to it: I'le appoint her a Meeting, and laugh at her groundle&s;s Jealou&s;ly: Nay, I know &s;he wont &s;pare her &s;elf, when &s;he reflects how fair a Declaration &s;he has made me. <STAGE>Exit,</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Emilia, <HI>(&s;ola)</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Neither Devotion, Honour, Rea&s;on, Patience, or Complaint, can &s;top the <HI>Feaver</HI> of my di&s;tempered Thoughts: Di&s;pair, and Love, like double Poy&s;ons, &s;well my Soul, yet with alternate heat and cold refu&s;e to kill, and &s;pightfully &s;upport a wretched Being! &mdash; Was ever Maid thus cruelly Per&s;u'd by an unhappy Pa&s;&s;ion! To &s;ee the Man ador'd &s;till Pro&s;trate at my Rival's Feet, while her di&s;&s;embled Coyne&s;s but inflames him more! &mdash; They talk of Men's Di&s;pair! their Racks, and Tortures! tho&s;e are Plea&s;ures, to the Tor|ments of a Womans &s;ecret Love! for they have &s;till the priviledge of Speech, of &s;oft Complaints, and dying Murmurs: But we, (hard Fate!) are ev'n Condemned by Natures Laws, to an eternal Secrecy. For Love can never break the Pri&s;on of a Virgins-Brea&s;t, while Mode&s;ty and rigid Honour are its Jaylors. O <HI>Lovemore!</HI> Why wert thou Born to wrong thy &s;elf, and ruine me?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Longville.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Si&s;ter, good morrow! I have a Pre&s;ent for you, <STAGE>(gives her a Writing)</STAGE> &mdash;<HI>Laguerre.</HI> give this Letter to the Servant below. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Laguerre</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's here? Pray Brother, double the Favour, and without giving me the trouble of a tedious Peru&s;al, let me know the Contents of it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis your Portion, Si&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Portion?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis true, my Father left you to my care, and by his Will, gave you <HI>Ten</HI> Thou&s;and Pound, Provided, my Con&s;ent were not wanting to your Mar|riage: Now, I know, there mu&s;t be an unea&s;ine&s;s, where there is the lea&s;t con|finement: Therefore to free you from all doubt, and that your fear of my con|&s;ent may no way check your Inclinations, I here re&s;ign my intere&s;t in your For|tune; when you can find a Man, who&s;e Merit challenges your E&s;teem, or who&s;e faithful Pa&s;&s;ion claims your Pitty, be lavi&s;h in your Gratitude, and Crown his wi&s;hes with your Bed and Fortune.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>In every thing, you &s;how your &s;elf the be&s;t and kinde&s;t Brother &s;till: But yet, I hope, 'twill not di&s;plea&s;e you, if I return your Pre&s;ent: Marriage is a dangerous Journey; Love's a blind Guide, and tho&s;e that follow him, too often loo&s;e their way, No! when I Love, it &s;hall be with &s;ecurity, your Opinion &s;hall fir&s;t Encourage and Protect me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon</SPEAKER>
<P>But Love <HI>Emilia,</HI> is a Tyrant Ab&s;olute, and never waits for &s;awcy Council: The time may come, when you will wi&s;h your Fortune at your own di&s;po&s;al! D'ee believe it impo&s;&s;ible you &s;hu'd ever Love?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! I am betray'd! his Words, his Looks have quite di&s;armed me! <STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE> Why Brother do you ask &s;o &s;trange a Que&s;tion, that I &s;hu'd ever Love!
<PB N="3" REF="6"> You know I am a Woman, not cruel in my Nature, and have a Heart, which when you advi&s;e me to di&s;po&s;e, I &s;hall not rather dye than part with it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>And are you &s;ure, you have not? Did you never Love, <HI>Emilia?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>That word has ruined me! Oh never let me &s;ee the Day again! <STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! &s;he is di&s;order'd! Then my fears are true: <STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE> Why are you &s;urpris'd? I charge you with no Guilt, <HI>Emilia.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! I beg you ask no more. <STAGE>(turns away)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! No more! nay, then I mu&s;t have all! Dear <HI>Emilia,</HI> think me not a Faithle&s;s Guardian, that wou'd take a ba&s;e advantage of thy Love: Look on me as I am thy careful Brother, that thinks his Life no longer u&s;eful, than in &s;erving thee: Nay, ev'n in thy Love I'll &s;erve thee, and hope 'tis in my power too: Come, lay a&s;ide thy Fears, and rea&s;on calmly with me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Rea&s;on with you! Why do you wi&s;h me plung'd in Deeper Mi&s;ery? For Rea&s;on ever &s;ets a wild Di&s;pair before me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do not indulge the&s;e Melancholy Thoughts; name me the Man, that thus di&s;turbs thee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then indeed, you will pitty me! &mdash; I owe my weakne&s;s to your near|e&s;t Friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I think, my Lord <HI>Lov<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">more</HI> is my neare&s;t!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed, he b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;t de&s;erves that Happine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>But &s;uch a Friend will never make my Si&s;ter wretched</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Al<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">! His Love, which &s;u<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e out weighs his Friend&s;hip, aims <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">very hour to me <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> anothe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> happy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>H<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ve, <HI>Emil<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">a,</HI> is grounded on your Rival's Virtue, and judge your &s;elf, how wea<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">s that Foundation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>I grant &s;he is incon&s;tant, loo&s;e, and dangerous, as the Sand; yet, his Eye, the fal&s;e Optick of his Love, pre&s;ents her as a fixt un&s;haken Rock whereon he vows to build his Happine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>But I &s;hall &s;hortly turn the Friendly end o'th' Tube, and draw her failings nearer to his view: Of which this very day, I have engag'd to give him a clear convincing Pro&s;pect.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Which way; I beg you let me know; for 'twere a &s;econd Happine&s;s not to &s;ee him wretched.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thus it is &mdash; In a Di&s;pute ye&s;terday with my Lord, concerning <HI>Leo|nora,</HI> I urg'd his weakne&s;s home, and laid her fal&s;hood clear before him. At length, my Friendly Arguments brought him to this Conclu&s;ion. About an hour hence by his free Con&s;ent, I am to vi&s;it her, and have leave to feign my &s;elf her Lover, and urge my Pa&s;&s;ion with all the &s;eeming tenderne&s;s that Friend&s;hip can in&s;pire, and if my Art can drag from her, the lea&s;t acknow|ledgement of Love for me: Or but an ungenerous Contempt of his unwearied Con&s;tancy, he vows, his deep Re&s;entment &s;hou'd for ever tear her from his Heart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>It has a Face, indeed; but how will my Lord be witne&s;s of her Fal&s;hood.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have already Brib'd her Servant, who is to place him where, un&s;een, he &s;hall both hear, and &s;ee it all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's Danger in the Attempt: Be wary Brother, for &s;hou'd her artful Eyes en&s;nare you too, then I were doubly wretched.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="4" REF="7">
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nouri&s;h no &s;uch Fear, <HI>Emilia,</HI> I have a treble Guard upon my Heart, the ba&s;ene&s;s of her Soul, my own Honour, and a Si&s;ters Peace.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Laguerre.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, my Lord <HI>Lovemore!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Farewel! I'll &s;tudy to de&s;erve your Care: I dare not &s;tay; excu&s;e me, le&s;t my Guilt betray me.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Lord</HI> Lovemore.</STAGE>
<P>Brother, your Servant, I'll leave you to your Bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>We have none of that Con&s;equence, Madam, to be preferr'd to your Company.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lord! I beg you will excu&s;e me: I am in ha&s;te, 'tis Chappel-time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>'Twere a Sacriledge unpardonable, Madam, to hinder your Devo|tion, a Univer&s;al Ble&s;&s;ing to the World.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lord, your Servant. <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Emilia.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Your Si&s;ter, <HI>Charles,</HI> is a very agreeable Woman; why don't you look out a Match for her, you are her Guardian.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have her Fortune to di&s;po&s;e of, my Lord: But not her Inclination, when &s;he has cho&s;en, I am ready to pay down the Mony.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Her Mony may rai&s;e many a fal&s;e pretended Pa&s;&s;ion, and young Women &s;eldom want a little hardned Vanity to &s;tamp it into Currant Love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope, my Lord, in a little time to give you a very fair Proof of her Judgment.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, let me under&s;tand you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis yet an Infant &s;ecret, in a Day or two it may &s;peak plainer; in the mean time, my Lord, how &s;tands your Re&s;olution towards my De&s;ign upon <HI>Leonora?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, <HI>Charles,</HI> I have yet &s;ome &s;cruples, but as they ri&s;e, my Con|fidence in thy Friend&s;hip &s;till removes 'em: What time do you propo&s;e to vi&s;it her? <STAGE>(Looking on his Watch)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now this Morning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You will be too late 'tis within half an hour of Twelve.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Time enough! We &s;hall find her at her <HI>Toilet</HI> till two, I'll warrant you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>That's &s;carce time enough to &s;et your Peruke: For I &s;uppo&s;e you de|&s;ign to Comb her into Compliance. A Fir&s;t Rate <HI>Beaux</HI> at lea&s;t? Do you con&s;i|der how much time is requir'd in the making &s;uch an Animal?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Half an hour does it as well as half a &s;core, Man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You wou'd be of another Opinion, if you were at my Lord <HI>Tiffle-Tops Levee.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, no! 'Tis not that his Lord&s;hip has occa&s;ion to employ half the the Morning at his Gla&s;s: But the &s;oft Rogue can't part with his own Dear I|mage under &s;ix hours Admiration: For a powder'd Wig is as &s;oon put on, as an Uncomb'd one: 'Tis not a fine Coat, but Affectation that makes a Fop: and that you know is a kind of Surtout, a Man may &s;lip it over his Cloaths.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Then you think a little Affectation will certainly Recommend you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take the Boxes round upon the full third Day of a Favour'd <HI>Poet,</HI> you'll &s;carce find three Beauties will allow you a <HI>Gentleman</HI> without it: I ne|ver
<PB N="5" REF="7"> knew your fine &s;et up Woman of Quality, that did not &s;pend three parts of her Life in &s;tudying the Art of <HI>Je-ne-&s;cais-Quoyity!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ld. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, I yet hope you are mi&s;taken in <HI>Leonora:</HI> What you call Affectation, to me has always been the Height of Breeding, a Mode&s;t Free|dom, an Agreeable Gayity, and an Invincible Coldne&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am &s;orry my Lord your Di&s;ea&s;e is &s;o de&s;perate, that nothing but the Expo&s;ing her can Cure you: For I own 'tis much again&s;t my Nature to Tri|umph o're a Womans Weakne&s;s: But if Women are Weak, who &s;hall Tru&s;t 'em? And if I &s;ee my Friend in Danger, &s;hall not I &s;how the Snare prepar'd for him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ld. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twas thus I had Excus'd you to my &s;elf before: But do you be|lieve her fal&s;e through Weakne&s;s, or De&s;ign?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>O &s;he wants no Wit, my Lord.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ld. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>How then do you propo&s;e to win her by an affected Pa&s;&s;ion, when my Sincerity cannot move her?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Sincerity never will my Lord: She is light by Nature, hates a Man that Preaches Virtue by Example, and &s;hows the barene&s;s of her Principles by the firmne&s;s of his own; She loves a Wretch that Joyns with her in Vani|ty, your Gay Unthinking Spark, by the Compari&s;on of who&s;e Non&s;en&s;e &s;he ad|mires her own Wit: Be&s;ide, I have &s;ome Rea&s;on to believe &s;he likes me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ld. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Rea&s;on?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>By her publickly declaring an Aver&s;ion to me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ld. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>She will not deny it to your Face I warrant you.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter a Footman.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, my Lady <HI>Manlove</HI> is in a Chair below, and de&s;ires to know if you have any Company with you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Though I am loath to tru&s;t my Per&s;on with her, I wou'd be civil to the Mother of your Mi&s;tre&s;s, my Lord: De&s;ire her Lady&s;hip to walk up, and tell her I am alone: It won't be ami&s;s fir&s;t to expo&s;e the Mothers Character&punc; <STAGE>(a&s;ide)</STAGE> This is the third Vi&s;it I have had from her this week, my Lord.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lord Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>How came you &s;o intimate?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>One day unfortunately commending the fulne&s;s of her Eye, or &s;o, &s;he cou'd not re&s;t till &s;he had taken me a&s;ide to ask me, if my De&s;igns were Ho|nourable? And ever &s;ince &s;he is eternally labouring to convince me, that &s;he has no real Aver&s;ion to Matrimony.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ld. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;ee what 'tis to be Complai&s;ant, <HI>Charles.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you &s;tep into that Clo&s;et my Lord, perhaps you may over-hear &s;ome|thing that will &s;urprize you; however, your time won't be lo&s;t, there lyes a <HI>Milton</HI> upon the Table.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ld. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You'll oblige me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here &s;he comes! away my Lord. <STAGE>[Ld <HI>Lov.</HI> goes into the Clo&s;et.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Lady</HI> Man-love.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam! Your mo&s;t humble Servant, this is an unexpected Favour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Why a Favour Sir! D'ee think I'll ever grant a Favour to any Man. I'll &s;wear we Women of Quality had need live lock'd up in a Clo&s;et, if we wou'd avoid Scandal. Can't one pay an harmele&s;s Vi&s;it, but you mu&s;t imme|diately
<PB N="6" REF="8"> conclude one de&s;igns you a Favour, I vow to Gad I came with a de&s;ign to b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">, a Favour o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis a Favour Madam, that you will make u&s;e on me:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>U&s;e you? Really Sir, I don't under&s;tand you? What do you mean? &mdash; But come! &mdash; To let you &s;ee I dare relye upon my own Conduct,&mdash; Come Sir, I will venture to &s;it down by you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh! Mad<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">m, you honour me. <STAGE><HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ey &s;it.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Mar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well! Mr. <HI>Longville,</HI> you little think what a &s;ecret Bu&s;i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">s I have to Communicate to you! I hope we are private! Pray let us be private, and I will lay it open to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; <STAGE>(to <HI>Laguerre</HI>)</STAGE> Wait without! &mdash; Now! M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">dam!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t know Sir, that I came to advi&s;e with you about!&mdash;about a&mdash; I'll &s;wear Mr. <HI>Longville,</HI> you look mighty well to day!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; That might be &s;aid more ju&s;tly of your Lady&s;hip, Madam!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Lord! I! Oh! Je&s;u! I am all in a Flame! &s;uch a Colour! Prithee do but feel my pul&s;e a little! &mdash; So if I can but get into Di&s;cour&s;e with him, I may &s;ave my Bu&s;ine&s;s for another Vi&s;it to Morrow. <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>They are very high indeed Mad<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">m; but you look the better for it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is't po&s;&s;ible! well! Mr. <HI>Longville,</HI> I am inclin'd in real Charity, to encourage all your Offers, if it were only to keep you from ill Women; for I know there are &s;ome &s;o ravenous of you, that they follow you to your Chamber in a Morning, and have the Confidence to force them&s;elves upon you; Now Dear &s;weet Mr. <HI>Longville,</HI> don't encourage the&s;e confident Crea|tures: Let me beg it of you for your own &s;ake.&mdash; <STAGE>pre&s;&s;ing his hand.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>So! I fi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d no Woman &s;ees an ugly Face in her own Gla&s;s. <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll &s;wear I cou'd find in my Heart to vi&s;it you every Morning, meerly to prevent tho&s;e wicked Creatures having their ends of you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>That were too great a trouble! No! Madam I have an admirable way to avoid 'em: Shall I &s;how you how I wou'd u&s;e &s;uch a Woman? I ask your Pardon, Madam, but &s;uppo&s;ing you were &s;uch a one!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh! foh! I hate to act an odious Part: <STAGE>holding his hand.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, you can't mi&s;s it, Madam, you need but &s;it as you do! &mdash; Now Madam, &s;qu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">eze my hand a little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! Je&s;u! I cou'd not do it for the Univer&s;e! <STAGE>lets it go &s;uddenly.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then I mu&s;t &s;uppo&s;e you had done it, Madam, upon which I flatly, tell her that&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pi&s;h <STAGE>(Ri&s;es)</STAGE> Lord! What care I what you tell her: If you will let me tell you my Bu&s;ine&s;s, &s;ay &s;o!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(Walking after her.)</STAGE> I &s;ay, Madam, I tell her, that my Inclinations lye el&s;ewhere; that &s;he flings away her time; that her Fondne&s;s is more di&s;|agreeable than her Per&s;on; that I wonder at her impudence in taking Civility for Love: That &s;he is ugly without Exception, Coy without Coldne&s;s, in Love without Hope, Nice without Offers, Wanton without Youth, Kind without Court&s;hip, and Craving without Con&s;cience.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well! Well! have you done yet? &mdash; Pi&s;h!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>That her keeping Company is De&s;ign, that her De&s;igns are Man, that her Man is Every body; that Nobody is hers; that her Charms are quite exhau&s;ted, and Time writes upon her Fore-head,&mdash;<HI>Pray Remember the Poor!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="7" REF="8">
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee! What a Humour's this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>That her Mode&s;ty is more painted than her Face, and both &s;o much, that no Man can &s;ee e<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ther of them.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Mr. <HI>Longville!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>That her Company is wor&s;e then Sickne&s;s; and that I had as lieve be vi&s;ited by the Small Pox.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Pi&s;h! Will you never ha' done?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>That in &s;hort &s;he is &s;o dete&s;table, that ev'n the Plea&s;ure of Revenge cou'd not rai&s;e me to give her a Clap. The Devil's in't if this won't unde|ceive her! <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I don't under&s;tand him! Sure, he can't mean all this to me! I find I mu&s;t tell him my Bu&s;ine&s;s to put him out of this Humour! Prithee, Mr. <HI>Longville</HI> &s;it down a little, I want &s;ome of your Advice Man; Lord! you have quite tir'd your &s;elf!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, Madam, your Commands! <STAGE>they &s;it.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;uppo&s;e Sir you are not ignorant of my Lord <HI>Lovemores</HI> Pa&s;&s;ion for my Daughter: Now Sir he being your particular Friend, and I having a particular Inclination to &s;erve any one that is your Friend, Mr. <HI>Longville,</HI> I have re&s;olv'd to make my Daughter Marry my Lord out of Hand; and have contriv'd a way to make her &s;ole Heire&s;s of my Husbands E&s;tate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is obliging, Madam; But how can it be while you have a Son living?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! don't call him my Son Mr. <HI>Longville,</HI> Education can't Poli&s;h him! he is of &s;uch a &s;lovenly Nature, he is fit for nothing but a Clergyman: Now you mu&s;t know all my Family being Catholicks, I have a Mind to make a Prie&s;t of him, and have accordingly provided him a Governour to go with him to St. <HI>Omers:</HI> Then Sir I being his Guardian, and having the E&s;tate all in my own Hands &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will take care it &s;hall never come to his. <STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE> But why a Prie&s;t, Madam?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>To prevent his Marrying Man, and then his E&s;tate comes of Cour&s;e to my Daughter, and &s;o to my Lord, and his Heirs.&mdash; Be&s;ide, one is not &s;ure of his getting &s;afe to St. <HI>Omers!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Inhumane Devil! A Prie&s;t! Death! She is going to Ship him to <HI>Barbadoes!</HI> <STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE> Well Madam! Wherein can I be &s;erviceable to you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You! Why you can&mdash;you can&mdash; Lord! Can you do one no Kindne&s;s d'ye think? Let me &s;ee!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not the Kindne&s;s you think on; Death! How &s;he's puzzled for a Pretence for her Vi&s;it? <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Pi&s;h! &mdash; O Gad! I had like to have forgot! you mu&s;t know my Bu&s;ine&s;s hither was to get you to&mdash;to&mdash;to a! O! to per&s;wade the Boy to go.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>So! Now &s;he has found it. <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Now Dear Mr. <HI>Longville,</HI> <STAGE>(pre&s;&s;ing his Hand)</STAGE> Let me beg of you to u&s;e all means po&s;&s;ible to per&s;wade him; for I know the Boy will do any thing at your bidding.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well Madam, I'll u&s;e my Intere&s;t to &s;erve you&mdash;in your kind. <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Wil<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> you give me your Word, and Honour?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Both, to have my hand agen. <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="8" REF="9">
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Nay! but you mu&s;t give me your hand upon't!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why you have it, you have it, Madam!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;hah! but you don't give it me heartily!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Humh! She will have a &s;queeze, I find. <STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE> There Madam, 'tis heartily.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Laguerre.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, Young Mr. <HI>Raki&s;h</HI> de&s;ires to &s;peak with you, immediately.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>At la&s;t I am deliver'd. <STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE>&mdash;Bid him walk up.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! Je&s;u! Mr. <HI>Longville!</HI> I wou'd not be &s;een for the Univer&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! you need not, Madam, here's a back way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well! but my Dear <HI>Charles,</HI> when &s;hall I &s;ee you about this Bu|&s;ine&s;s?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>In a quarter of an hour, Madam, at your own Hou&s;e: I have &s;ome pri|vate Bu&s;ine&s;s with your Daughter: When I have di&s;patch'd it, I am at your Service. <STAGE>(Pre&s;&s;ing her to go.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well! I have the prettie&s;t Clo&s;et to &s;how you Mr. <HI>Longville!</HI> &mdash; I'll &s;wear I have no mind to leave you yet: Can't I &s;tep in there, till he is gone, a little? <STAGE>(offering towards the Clo&s;et)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil! <STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE> Madam, upon my Honour, I will but Dre&s;s and wait upon you. Here he comes! away Madam!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man</SPEAKER>
<P>Well! Adieu, my Dear, dear, dear Creature! <STAGE>Ex. L. Man.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come my Lord now I'll relea&s;e you.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Lord</HI> Lovemore.</STAGE>
<P>Did you hear us?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ld. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and am amaz'd! Prithee! What does &s;he mean by St. <HI>Omers,</HI> and her Son, it can't be real?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Too &s;ure my Lord, I have heard of it before.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ld. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am &s;orry &s;he &s;hou'd make me her Pretence for &s;o ba&s;e an Action! How &s;hall we prevent it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I will undertake: But fir&s;t I will let you &s;ee your Mi&s;tre&s;s has a Hand in't. <STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE> <HI>Laguerre!</HI> My Cloaths!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Young Raki&s;h.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>How now Jack! What's the Matter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! <HI>Charles</HI> I am undone, if you don't &s;tand by me! my Father's ju&s;t at my Heels&mdash;my Lord your humble Servant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ld. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>Poor Jack! What ha&s;t thou done to him now Man!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Done my Lord? Pox take him: only nothing but a piece of Ju&s;tice; for the old Rogue had the Con&s;cience la&s;t Night to offer to Cheat me of Fifty Pound, tho' he knew 'twas all I had in the World, and in return, I very fairly nick'd him of Five Hundred upon the &s;quare.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ld. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee how was it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why you mu&s;t know, my Lord, he wou'd ha' put the Doctor upon me, and Communicated his De&s;ign to <HI>Ned Friendly,</HI> who immediately told me of it; upon which (unknown to him) I flung away the Doctor, and clapt into the Box a Pair of True Mathematicks: Fortune was on my &s;ide, and in le&s;s then two Hours I fairly nickt him of Five Hundred Pound.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="9" REF="9" MS="y">
<SPEAKER>Ld. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well! and what wou'd the old Gentleman have?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. R.</SPEAKER>
<P>When the Bu&s;ine&s;s was over, <HI>Ned</HI> laught at him, and told him what I had done; upon which he whip'd out his Sword, and in a great Pa&s;&s;ion &s;wore, if I did not refund the Money, he wou'd di&s;enherit me before to Mor|row Morning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ld. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>What An&s;wer did you make him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. R.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why faith, e'vn took no notice of him: but very fairly &s;lunk away to his Gold&s;mith, and to ha&s;ten his paying the Money, politickly told him, I had ju&s;t killed a Man: Egad the inhumane Son of a Whore took hold of the Opportunity, and made me pay Fifteen <HI>p<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r Cent.</HI> for Expedition.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>The re&s;t you &s;ecur'd in <HI>Specie,</HI> I &s;uppo&s;e!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay! ay! here it is, all in Gold, my Boy! Prithee, Dear <HI>Charles,</HI> &s;e|cure it for me; as for my Life, which I know he will pur&s;ue, I'll venture to defend that my &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter a Footman to young Raki&s;h.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, your Father's ju&s;t coming up! one of the Servants ignorantly told him you were in the Hou&s;e, and he immediately drew his Sword, and has &s;earch'd every Room below for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ounds! the Money! the Money, <HI>Charles!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon</SPEAKER>
<P>There! into that Clo&s;et; and take the Key on the in&s;ide, till we have appeas'd him. <HI>Young Raki&s;h goes into the C<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">et. Laguerre,</HI> lock up this. <HI>Gives him the Money.</HI></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Major</HI> Raki&s;h <HI>with his Sword drawn, he &s;earches the Room.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where is this Rogue! This Villain! This &s;harping Dog?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why how now Major! What in a Pa&s;&s;ion Man?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Lon.</HI> &amp; <HI>Ld. Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! ha! ha! What's the matter Major? ha! ha! he!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>No! no! nothing but Murder, nothing but Murder &s;hall &s;atisfie me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>What is it you look for Major?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Only a High-way-man, my Lord, was not he here with you ju&s;t now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>A High-way-man with us Sir!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>One that is in the Road to the High-way; do you know <HI>Jack Raki&s;h,</HI> my Lord!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>I knew him for a very hone&s;t fellow Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Why I got him&mdash; That very Dog did I get.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>I don't que&s;tion that Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>But you wou'd Sir, if you knew how he has &s;erv'd me&mdash;Nothing vexes me, but that I can't &s;wear a Robbery again&s;t the Dog; for then a Man might have had &s;ome hopes of the forty Pound upon his Conviction.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fye! Major, you &s;hou'd give him a better Allowance, that his Ne|ce&s;&s;ity might not force him to &s;uch Extremity!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Allowance! a Dog! has not Nature given him a &s;trong Back? let him live by that; let him turn <HI>Beau,</HI> and live upon tick; let him lye with his Laundre&s;s, get in with his Sem&s;tre&s;s, help his Taylor to Cu&s;tom, Dine with me, Bilk his Lodging,&mdash;and now and then &s;harp a Play in the &s;ide Box.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>This I know he is very often forc'd to do: But Faith. Major, it don't an&s;wer the Character of a Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="10" REF="10">
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Gentleman! O<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nds! don't I &s;ee fifty there every day, that have no Income but their Wits, and yet have very good Cloaths upon their Backs!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>And carry all they have upon their Backs! Come, come, you mu&s;t allow better Man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Allow him! What a Pox! Don't I allow to D<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ink, and Whore, and Fight, and Roar where he plea&s;es, provided he keeps me Company&mdash;the De|vil a &s;troke el&s;e&mdash;I co'd&mdash;I will have my &s;hare, while I live old Boy&mdash; No! no! Old Jack mu&s;t come in for a bit of Wickedne&s;s by the By, or &s;o&mdash;mu&s;t take Care of old Jack!&mdash;old Jack mu&s;t be taken care of&mdash;Allow him Quotha'! What a Pox! mu&s;t the &s;illy Dog needs be a Buble? Can't he take the Plea&s;ure of Lewdne&s;s without the Folly of paying for't? Ods bu'd I &s;ometimes break half a dozen Commandments in a day, and it ne'er co&s;ts me a Farthing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ld. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say you &s;o, Major? Faith I wou'd advi&s;e you to publi&s;h your Re|ceipt, it may Reform mo&s;t of our young Fellows about Town.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>How do you mean Reform! ha! Old Politick of the World?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why look ye! if we cou'd once le&s;&s;en the Charge of Lewdne&s;s, you long-liv'd niggardly Fathers wou'd certainly take it up; and Vice wou'd look &s;o nau&s;eous in Sixty odd, that one, and twenty wou'd grow a&s;ham'd on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, Sir, my Son is not a&s;h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">m'd o' his Vice, and I'd have you to know I am a&mdash; a very lew'd old Fellow! But I don't pay for't, I don't pay for't, like a raw Inns of Court <HI>Beau,</HI> that is ju&s;t &s;et up for Iniquity.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, Major, how do you Manage your Plea&s;ures, that you &s;ay they co&s;t you nothing?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll tell you, my Lord, I'll tell you how I &s;pent the day before Ye&s;ter|day: I got up, and Din'd with Sir <HI>Bartholomew Bumper,</HI> Drank my two Bottles and half with him by five a Clock&mdash;Then call'd in at the Play (Impudence my Ticket) pick'd up a Par&s;on's Wife, gave her the Remains of an old Clap, and &s;o pawn'd her at <HI>Phillip</HI>'s for three pints of Spirit of <HI>Clary:</HI>&mdash; After this I call'd in at the Ro&s;e, found three or four young &s;trong Dogs damnable Hungry, &s;ent a Porter for a &s;lice of Sir <HI>Bartholomew</HI>'s Brawn, drank my two Bottles more, call'd for a Bill, Brawn paid old Jacks Club, old Jack reels into a Coach, Bilks him, &s;lips to Bed, wakes in five hours with a &s;teddy Hand, and no aking Head, by the Lord <HI>Harry.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Love.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;aid, Major!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's management for you! Why cou'd not my Dog-Rogue of a Son do this? He wants a thou&s;and Pound with a Pox to him! Odsbu'd I lo&s;e time, I mu&s;t ferret the Dog&mdash; Hey! where abouts a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e you? Soho! Jayl bird! <STAGE>looks about.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. R.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(Peeping.)</STAGE> Igad I had as good &s;how my &s;elf, while I have a Friend or two to &s;tand by me. <STAGE>He &s;teals behind the Major, and walks &s;oftly after him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Lon.</HI> &amp; L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! ha! ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Uncon&s;cionable Rogue, a thou&s;and Pound at one Clap! <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why you that &s;pend no Money Major, methinks &s;hou'd have no occa|&s;ion for it: But was it a full thou&s;and Pound, &s;ay you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Umh! not a full thou&s;and Pound: Look ye I won't lye neither: But may I never more hear the Dear Glugg, Glugg of a full Flask, if it was not above eight hundred.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. R.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's a Lye! <STAGE>Claps him on the back.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="11" REF="10">
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Dog! Villain! Rogue! Sirrah, How dare you look me in the Face? Draw! Draw! Ra&s;cal! <STAGE>They hold him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir! <STAGE>Draws, and &s;tands on his Guard.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>What you will Murder me in cool Blood! will you Dog!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. R.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir! I believe I &s;hall: For I don't find my &s;elf angry yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why Sirrah! Newgate! am not I your Father, ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. R.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look you Sir! if you are my Father, I draw in Obedience to your Commands; if not, upon my Enemy&mdash;&s;tand off.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now have not I one word to &s;ay to him&mdash; This Impudence melts my very Soul&mdash;There's a Look! There's a Forehead! There's Bra&s;s for you! The Rogue wou'd make an admirable Player in the old Hou&s;e; Od b'ud! I have more mind to ki&s;s him, then to be angry by half&mdash; Well! Sirrah! What have you to &s;ay for your &s;elf?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, fir&s;t old Gentleman! Lets hear what you have to &s;ay again&s;t me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have you not Bit me, my Dear Son?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have you not &s;tarv'd me my Dear Dad?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have not I lov'd you&mdash; you yound Dog?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have not I return'd it, old Hock!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have you return'd it&mdash; Sawce!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir! By this generous Confidence in your Love, in taking the freedom to win your Five Hundred Pound, well knowing that &s;o Trivial Summ cou'd not hurt me in your Favour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Umh! Here's a Rogue!&mdash;Well! and &s;o! you think I will forgive you!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dam mee! Sir, who dares &s;ay to the contrary?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! the Rogue has me now! That Look has quite di&s;&s;olv'd me; Odsb'ud I can no more re&s;&s;i&s;t him, than a Patente&egrave; can a pretty Wench, when &s;he demands an uncon&s;cionable Sallery in the Play-hou&s;e. Well! I mu&s;t for|give you then! humh!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>I knew you wou'd, or el&s;e I had ne'er nick'd you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why look you Sir, then ev'n &s;et your Heart at re&s;t: For before the&s;e Gentlemen, I &s;olemnly declare that&mdash;that&mdash; I do forgive you, upon Condition.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Condition?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Uumh! That I have my Money agen!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Devil!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come Gentlemen, you &s;hall leave the Conditions to me; my Lord and I have ju&s;t an hours Bu&s;ine&s;s together; I'll bring the Money with me to <HI>Lock|ets.</HI> between one and two; where we'll Dine, and &s;et all to rights agen!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say no more my little <HI>Charles,</HI> I'll go before, and be&s;peak Dinner! But hark you, had not you as good let me take the Money along with me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>I barr that old Gentleman! no! no! Po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion is eleven Points in the Law!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>A rare Look that! &mdash; it's a good Look! &mdash; the Dog has a good Look!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, Old <HI>Jack!</HI> let's you and I take a whet of Racy Canary be|fore they come&mdash;My Lord, your Humble Servant; by <HI>Charles.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="12" REF="11">
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold! hold! my little Jacky, not too fa&s;t&mdash;<HI>Cede Majoribus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>(Pulls Young</HI> Raki&s;h <HI>back, and goes out before him.)</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>A Plea&s;ant Couple the&s;e!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, and only Plea&s;ant, when they are Coupled.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Right! they are like the two Parts of a Drunken Song, very in|diff<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">rent Mu&s;ick, unle&s;s you hear 'em both together.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>But now and then they may be endur'd the better to reli&s;h the Harmony of a Refin'd Conver&s;ation. Come, my Lord, now for <HI>Leonora.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You remember the Conditions, if you fail in your Attempt, you are never to &s;peak again&s;t he<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Agreed: if I &s;ucceed, the con&s;equence will reward me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;ee <HI>Charles</HI> how fond I am of being &s;till your Friend, that I dare hazard all my Happine&s;s in <HI>Leonora,</HI> meerly to &s;atisfie your Jealou&s;ie, not my own.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>You wou'd be Jealous too my Lord, were you le&s;s a Lover, and I more favourable; were I le&s;s your Friend: 'Tis my Care of you that makes me Jealous; and the Genero&s;ity of your Love, that will not let you doubt your <HI>Leonora.</HI></P>
<Q><L>When Beauty gives the Lover warm de&s;ire,</L>
<L>Love d<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ives him blind and headlong to the Fire;</L>
<L>But Jealous Friend&s;hip does his Pow<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">r De&s;pi&s;e;</L>
<L>Awakes his Rea&s;on, and un&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">als his Eyes. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></L></Q>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<TRAILER>The End of the Fir&s;t Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT. II.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENE, <HI>Lady</HI> Manloves <HI>Hou&s;e.</HI></HEAD>
<STAGE>Leonora <HI>at her</HI> Toilet, <HI>her</HI> Woman <HI>D<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e&s;&s;ing her.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>TRiffle!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's &s;ee this Mornings Letters.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tri.</SPEAKER>
<P>There are only the&s;e half Dozen Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more! Barbarity! This 'tis to go to <HI>Hyde-Park</HI> upon a Windy Day, when a well Dre&s;s'd Gentleman can't &s;tir abroad: The <HI>Beaus</HI> were <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">orc't to take &s;helter in the <HI>Play-Hou&s;e</HI> I &s;uppo&s;e: I was a Fool, I did not go thither, I might have made ten times the Havock in the &s;ide Boxes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Lady&s;hip's being out of Humour with the <HI>Exchange Woman,</HI> for Shaping your Ruffles &s;o Odiou&s;ly, I am afraid made you a little too re&s;erv'd Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee! Was there a Fop in the whole Ring, that had not a &s;ide Gla&s;s from me! Nay, ev'n that In&s;en&s;ible Wretch <HI>Longville,</HI> watcht the Circulation of my Chariot with an unu&s;ual A&s;&s;iduity. The Humility of his Bow has given me &s;ome hopes of Revenging the Affront he put upon me la&s;t Week.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tri.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Dear, Madam! I always took him for a well Bred Gentleman! Cou'd he Affront your Lady&s;hip?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>O in the gro&s;&s;e&s;t manner! He &s;ate two whole Hours alone with me in my Dre&s;&s;ing Room, and was as far from making me any offers of Love or Gal|l antry, as if I had been his Mother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="13" REF="11">
<SPEAKER>Tri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Perhaps your Lady&s;hip gave him no Encourag<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ment Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Quite contrary! I Langui&s;ht in my Gla&s;s, laid my Neck bare, Smil'd on him, talkt of Love, made him draw on my Gloves, tye on my Necklace; nay, take my <HI>Dormou&s;e</HI> out of my very Bo&s;om: But all in vain, he did it with all the coldne&s;s of a Brother, no more mov'd than if he had been my Hus|band. O he Tortur'd me &s;o I could not bear him!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tri.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am affraid Madam, by this Unea&s;ine&s;s your Lady&s;hip likes him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Fool! But 'twere an unea&s;ine&s;s not to have him like me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tri.</SPEAKER>
<P>You know Madam, he's Engag'd to <HI>Olivia,</HI> and I am confident can have no good meaning any where el&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>His meaning cou'd do me no Prejudice; let him be once my Lover, I'll &s;oon lead him into the Road of Honour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tri.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;uppo&s;e Madam, your Lady&s;hip wou'd not have him Travel as far as Marriage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marriage! No, no! This Face is not to be flung away upon a Husband yet: I Love as your great Generals Fight, not for Peace, but Glory: Marriage is a m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">er Ce&s;&s;ation of Arms: When I can hold out no longer I am &s;ecure of an Honourable Retreat in my Lord <HI>Lovemore:</HI> The Reputation of his Sen&s;e, and his &s;ix Years Con&s;tancy, &s;ufficiently &s;atisfies the World, that I am not at a lo&s;s for a Husband.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Lady&s;hip has a very working Brain Madam, you were Born to Conquer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>And Bred &s;o too! I began my little Wars of Love before Th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">rteen, heav'd my Brea&s;ts at Twelve, and entertain'd my Train of Dangling <HI>Beaux</HI> with all the Affected Coldne&s;s of One and Twenty: Nay, ev'n then had a Soul &s;o &s;en|&s;ible of Glory, I Fought my three Duels a Week, Kill'd now and then my Man, and as one fell, was &s;till de&s;igning on another.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tri.</SPEAKER>
<P>For Heavens &s;ake, Madam, Did your Lady&s;hip u&s;e to Fight Duels,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stupid Creature! 'Twas <HI>Leonora</HI> Fought: Her Eyes inflam'd the Com|bat, &s;he drew the Sword &s;ecure of Conque&s;t; for both the Victor, and the Vi|ctim were <HI>Leonora</HI>'s &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, my Lady <HI>Manlove.</HI></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Lady</HI> Manlove.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Good morrow Child, What not Dre&s;s'd yet?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am ju&s;t Ready, Madam, has your Lady&s;hip been Abroad?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, I have been with Father <HI>Benodic</HI> about your Brother <HI>Joh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ny.</HI> He will be here this Afternoon: And ju&s;t as I had left him, whom &s;hou'd I meet coming out of his Lodgings but Mr. <HI>Longville.</HI> &mdash; He &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ys, he has &s;ome Private Bu&s;ine&s;s with you, Child: He will be here in a moment: Prithee make what ha&s;te you can with him, that I may talk with him further about your Bro|thers Journey. &mdash; I long to have the Dear Creature in Private again. <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll ob&s;erve you, Madam, <HI>I</HI> will &s;oon Di&s;patch him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee do Child, in the mean time I'll go a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d prepare your Bro|ther. <STAGE>(<HI>Exit</HI> L <HI>Man.</HI>)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Some Private Bu&s;ine&s;s with me! &mdash; Nay then. &mdash; <STAGE><HI>(&s;he Prides, and &s;e<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s her &s;elf in her Gla&s;s.)</HI></STAGE> Oh <HI>Je&s;u!</HI> This is a frightful Head! Here <HI>Triffle!</HI> Fetch me that with the Blew Knts. <STAGE>(Takes off her Commode.)</STAGE> &mdash; D'ye hear! my Crim&s;on Gown and Petticoat. &mdash; O! I can't contain my &s;elf! Methinks I &s;ee
<PB N="14" REF="12"> him at my Feet! Di&s;pairing! Dying! Breathing out his la&s;t Complaint of Love! &mdash; Why don't you &s;tir you &s;en&s;ele&s;s Creature! Hold! hold! Stay a little! Lay down the Head! Go you and wait below, to give me notice of his coming. And d'ye hear, &s;end <HI>Lettice</HI> to Dre&s;s me in the next Room, here he may Surprize me. &mdash; Go! go! Make ha&s;te Lump! For my Revenge is more Impatient than another's Love. <STAGE>(<HI>She runs off bare-headed, her Gown loo&s;e about her,</HI> &amp;c.) <HI>Exit</HI> Triffle <HI>at the other Door:</HI> And then&mdash;</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Lettice, <HI>who in ha&s;te takes up the Things, and follows</HI> Leonora; <HI>after which, Enter</HI> Triffle, <HI>with Lord</HI> Lovemore, <HI>and</HI> Longville.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where's your Lady?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hearing you were to be here, Sir, &s;he went immediately into the next Room to change her Dre&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>D'ye hear that, my Lord?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Is her Decency a Fault?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Her De&s;ign is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee no more, I am Impatient till thou ha&s;t prov'd thy &s;elf a Mad-man. &mdash; Come! Where's my Po&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here my Lord, in this Avenue. &mdash; There's a Door upon your Right Hand, that leads you to the Back Stairs.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>When I pull out my Handkercher, let that be your <HI>Cue</HI> to go round, and come in at this Door, as tho' you knew nothing of what had pa&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall ob&s;erve you, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be &s;ure! Whatever you hear, don't let your Re&s;entment Di&s;cover you before your time: For &s;hou'd &s;he find you overheard her, &s;he will certainly face you down, &s;he knew of your being there, and that &s;he receiv'd me kindly only to Revenge your Affronting Jealou&s;ie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Humh! <STAGE>(Smilling.)</STAGE> you are mighty Cautious &mdash; I give you my Honour to ob&s;erve your Directions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Follow <HI>Triffle,</HI> my Lord, <STAGE>[<HI>She places</HI> L. Lovemore <HI>un&s;een.</HI>]</STAGE> Here, Child, there's another Pur&s;e for thy good Service: Let your Lady know I am here. &mdash; <STAGE>[<HI>Exit</HI> Triffle.]</STAGE> &mdash; So! Now for a little Scandalous Railery upon your Top-Beauties of Quality to Recommend my Judgment in her: Let me &s;ee! Which will be my be&s;t way to deliver my Pa&s;&s;ion? &mdash; Pox I need not &s;tudy &s;et Speeches: For &s;he has &s;o much of the <HI>Coquet</HI> in her, that you can no more fall from the Di&s;cour&s;e of Love in her Company, than you can be Rai&s;ed to Act it in her Mothers: My De&s;ign has hitherto been &s;o Pro&s;perous, I can hardly think Succe&s;s will fail me now. &mdash; Be&s;ide the Liberty of my Friend draws the Curtain to my Si&s;ters Hopes. &mdash; But, &s;ee! She is here!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Leonora <HI>new Dre&s;t.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lord! &mdash; Mr. <HI>Longville!</HI> What Accident has Ble&s;t us with your good Company? For unle&s;s &s;ome extraordinary Bu&s;ine&s;s brings you, you are no more to be &s;een, than a Lawyer in Term-time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! Madam! My Life's an eternal Term, Love's my Cau&s;e, and you are my Judge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Poor Wretch! I have him now! <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE> I &s;hall be glad to be of Coun&s;el for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="15" REF="12">
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>To tell you the Truth, Madam, 'twas a little of your Advice I now came for: For my Cau&s;e is coming on this very Moment: Gad take me it has co&s;t me the Lord nows what to Qualifie me for the Bar of Love: I am re&s;ol|ved now to make my Appearance! Have you perceived no Alteration in me, Madam, the&s;e two Days?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll &s;wear, I think I have! Won't you &s;it, <HI>Mr. Longville.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hey! who's there?</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter a</HI> Footman <HI>to</HI> Longville.</STAGE>
<P>Bid the Coach-man go home and&mdash;let five of my Men wait me at <HI>Chaves's,</HI> you only below, I am in Private. &mdash; Hey! let 'em all &s;tay, I'd have the World know where I pay my Devoir. <STAGE>(Bows.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, I &s;wear, <HI>Mr. Longville,</HI> nothing &s;peaks a Gentleman more than his Equipage, the whole Ring Ye&s;terday took notice of your Chariot. Ah! Je&s;u! Such a lolling ea&s;ie Air! Then the Six clean Creatures that Drew it had their Mains and Tails &s;o finely Curl'd and Powder'd, that their very motion gave a new born &s;weetne&s;s to the Ev'ning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you know, Madam, that the great <HI>Du<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ch</HI> Beau, <HI>Minheer Van Pow|derback</HI> offer'd me a Hundred Guineas for a Brace of their Tails, to make him a Peruke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me Dye! But you are a &s;econd <HI>Phaeton!</HI> This Equipage and Chariot, were enough to &s;et the whole Beau <HI>Mond</HI> on Fire! Je&s;u! 'tis not Ten Days ago, &s;ince you were the &s;trange&s;t Rough Creature, always in a Plain Coat: But two Hor&s;es to your Coach, a &s;ingle Footman behind it, and &s;carce Pow|der enough in your Perriwig to whiten the in&s;ide of it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! ha! Gad take me, Madam, your Ladi&s;hip has hit me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>But Je&s;u! who is this Powerful Beauty, that has wrought this Won|derous Alteration?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Ladi&s;hip is very intimate with her: Can't you Gue&s;s her Madam?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Sir! 'twere hard to do that among &s;o many Beauties, as this Town affords.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Beauties! ha! ha! Pray Madam, do me the Favour to name one of tho&s;e things y<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">u call Beauties? That a Gentleman can bear the Thoughts on?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! Fie! Mr. <HI>Longville!</HI> there's a World of 'em! What do you think of my Lady <HI>Slattern Pinchit?</HI> She is an Heire&s;s, under&s;tands the Management of a Family to a Miracle, and I'vow has really a great deal of Wit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! ha! ha! my Lady <HI>Slattern Pinchit!</HI> I mu&s;t confe&s;s &s;he has Two Thou&s;and Pound a Year to Recommend her Nau&s;eous Hou&s;wifry, which is enough to turn ones Stomach! Pray, Madam, let me give you an account of a Vi&s;it I made her, at her Lodgings at the Bath la&s;t Summer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Filthy <HI>Iri&s;h</HI> Creature, the very Apprehen&s;ion of it gives me the Vapours: For Heav'ns &s;ake no more!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay Gad, Madam, it's worth your Hearing: You mu&s;t know I had a mind to &s;urprize her: When I was got up Stairs I Bolted into her B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d-Chamber, where I found my Prudent Lady, and her Couzen, Bare-headed at Dinner&mdash;upon the Remains of a Cold Leg of Lamb, and Cucumbers!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! my Soul!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="16" REF="13" MS="y">
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>The &s;ight of me drove them immediately into the Clo&s;et, from whence they cu s'd, and &s;torm'd at me through the Key-hole, wor&s;e than if I had caught them Naked: In the mean time I took a view of her Chamber, and found under her Chair half a Bottle of <HI>Bri&s;tol</HI>-milk, upon the &s;eat of it lay her Garters, and a Pair of Green Wor&s;ted Stockings, and upon the Back of it hung a Daub'd Diaper Napkin above an Inch thick of Pomatum.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>In&s;uppo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">table!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Upon her Toilet lay the Overplus of her Complexion, in the Print of three Re<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Fingers upon the corner of a Callico Nightrail.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! I &s;hall Die!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Upon the Che&s;t of Drawers lay a Pair of old Slippers, with a Dirty Suit of N ght cloaths, a Pound of Butter, and a Raw Phillet of Veal wrapt in the Tayl of her Bathing Smock.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>A<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">! <STAGE><HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">queling out.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Lo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I'gad, Madam, if you are no better at Pointing me out a Conque&s;t, I &s;hall ev'n be forc'd to attack your Lady&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Je&s;u! I'll name all the Town fir&s;t! Not but I believe I may &s;top at Fine Mrs. <HI>Cour<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ly,</HI> &s;he that my Lord <HI>Cou'd-n'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">-brook</HI> fought about.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll commend her to &s;ee how &s;he will take it. <STAGE>[A&s;ide.]</STAGE> She is very Hand&s;ome, Madam, and all the World allows her a Woman of Extraordinary Breeding!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do they &s;o Sir! Nay I'll &s;wear I can't blame you, really &s;he is very much a Gentlewoman! &s;o Ea&s;ie! &s;o Free! &s;o agreeable and good Humour'd! I vow to Gad my Lady <HI>Cen&s;ure,</HI> and I were ready to fall out about her, &s;he &s;ays &s;he is the mo&s;t Affected Piece, that ever cro&s;s'd the Drawing-Room, one of her &s;ideling Curt'&s;ys turns her Stomack.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why Faith, Madam, as my Lady &s;ays, now and then &s;he does &s;crew her &s;elf confoundedly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>O the mo&s;t intollerable, vain Fanta&s;tick Creature breathing; the Duce take me Mr. <HI>Longville,</HI> if &s;he had <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ot the confidence to report that Sir <HI>John Lovewell</HI> was kill'd upon her account?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ridiculous! all the World knows, Madam, he fell a Victim to your Eyes! S' <HI>Death!</HI> how loth &s;he is to lo&s;e the Glory of a Man's Murther! <STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(Behind.)</STAGE> What does he Fool with me? Is this the wor&s;t of her he can &s;how me? Women are all cen&s;orious: But now it may be complai&s;ance to him, that makes her &s;o: I will have patience; for &s;hu'd I interrupt him, there wu'd be no end of his idle Jealou&s;ies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Still wide, Madam, the Lady I mean is one who&s;e &s;en&s;e, and Beauty, ev'n envious Wit can find no fault in.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Je&s;u! Mr. <HI>Longville,</HI> this is a Complement to the whole Sex to believe there can be &s;uch a Woman: I'll &s;wear I wou'd give the World to know her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will you hear me, Madam, if I name her? have I your word, it &s;hall not ma<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e you leave the Room.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prith<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e, why &s;hu'd you think that? You don't intend to conjure with her N<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">me, I hope.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, Madam, I only dread the Magick of her Eyes!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e&s;u! what makes you &s;o Grave?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twere an In&s;olence unpardonable, Madam, to &s;ee a Malefactor Merry at the Bar.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="17" REF="13">
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>What do you mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>To take my Trial, Madam, for the crime of Love; Therefore I claim the Promi&s;e of your Coun&s;el; and beg to know if it were po&s;&s;ible for a Lover to make his Pa&s;&s;ion grateful to you, in what manner wu'd you mo&s;t willingly receive it? Deliver'd with a gay A&s;&s;urance between Je&s;t and Earne&s;t, or with a Rough Downright Bluntne&s;s; or el&s;e with all the Pa&s;&s;ionate Submi&s;&s;ive Vows, that Love and Truth cou'd teach him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your own Rea&s;on will re&s;olve you. A real Pa&s;&s;ion can't be Je&s;ted with, and your Rough Lover is a Brute: No! I own 'tis Tenderne&s;s, and &s;o&s;t Com|plaint, a Dying look, Heart-breaking &s;ighs, and Tears alone cou'd move my nature to a Relenting Pity.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>So! now &s;he has in&s;tructed me! I &s;hall go on with a good A&s;&s;urance! <STAGE>[A&s;ide.]</STAGE> You cou'd not &s;ure de&s;pi&s;e a Lover &s;o complaining. <STAGE>(Sighs.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nature it &s;elf abhors &s;o Barbarous a Thought.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then give me leave to kneel before you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! This is to the purpo&s;e. <STAGE>(Behind.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Fool's undone! Ruin'd pa&s;t Redemption! Je&s;u! Prithee ri&s;e!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not tell you a&s;&s;ure me, that you believe me &s;erious.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well!&mdash;a&mdash;Ri&s;e! I dare do that, while you are &s;itting. <STAGE>(They &s;it.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Confu&s;ion! &s;he rejects him not. <STAGE>(Behind.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll vow you &s;urprize me, Mr. <HI>Longville!</HI> I never dream't of love from you!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lord <HI>Lovemore,</HI> Madam, being long my Friend before he was my Rival, oblig'd me to conceal my Pa&s;&s;ion from the world, and you: Nay &s;o &s;a|cred was my Friend&s;hip, that ev'n opportunity, which Madam, our Intimacy has often given me, cou'd not hitherto betray me to a guilty Glance.&mdash;But now the violence of my love forces me to confe&s;s my Soul, to &s;acrifice that Friend, and cur&s;e him by the name of Rival: Therefore in &s;pite of Bonds, <STAGE>(Kneeling.)</STAGE> to you I offer up my heart, and &s;hou'd his Interpo&s;ing Vows but rob me of a &s;mile of yours, his life's the Sacrifice I'll make to your Mi&s;taken Charity.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fy! Mr. <HI>Longville,</HI> this to me! Lord! what do you mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>What the Devil &s;hall I &s;ay now? <STAGE>(A&s;ide)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>So tame at the Di&s;covery! <STAGE>(Behind.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>In Pity, Madam, think me real, and if you have already ble&s;t him with the Rich Trea&s;ure of your conquer'd Heart, be at lea&s;t &s;o generou&s;ly cruel to confirm the truth of it to a mi&s;erable de&s;pairing Wretch, and from this moment my Pa&s;&s;ion &s;hall be dumb, and trouble you no more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! I am Tortur'd with my Fears. <STAGE>(Behind.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE> Well is there any Rapture like the glory of a Pro&s;trate Lover? Now to rai&s;e his Giddy Hopes, while like his &s;hadow I &s;till fly before him, &s;eem always near, yet never to be o're taken.&mdash;Pray ri&s;e!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Never while my Rival &s;tands before me in your Favour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Je&s;u! &s;ure you are not in Earne&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your coldne&s;s, Madam, tells me indeed you wou'd not have me &s;o.&mdash; Nay then my Rival has your Heart, and you in Generous Pity to my Love, wou'd fain conceal it&mdash; <STAGE>(Ri&s;es.)</STAGE>&mdash;No Madam, there's no<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> but this to cho&s;e, that &s;ince I can't be yours to be no more.&mdash;Madam! Farewell. <STAGE>(&V;nbuttens him|&s;elf.)</STAGE>
<PB N="18" REF="14"> May you be happy in my Rival's Love.&mdash;His life I wou'd not, dare not touch becau&s;e 'tis dear to you&mdash;But th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> I &s;acrifice my own. <STAGE>(Offering to Draw.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! for Heavens &s;ake what do you mean? <STAGE>(Holds Him.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>To trouble you no more. <STAGE>(Strugling.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lord! I hope you won't offer any mi&s;chief! hear me but &s;peak!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have &s;aid too much already: Pray let me die in quiet. S'Death will &s;he hinder me, or no? <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>O dear Mr. <HI>Longville</HI> don't talk of dying! Je&s;u! if he &s;hu'd kill him|&s;elf here he wou d all &s;poil my Floor: Be&s;ide I &s;hall loo&s;e the Plea&s;ure of fooling him. <STAGE>[a&s;ide]</STAGE> &mdash;Pray give me your Sword!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, De&s;pair, and life are In&s;upportable.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold! O hold!&mdash; You have touch'd my &s;oul &s;o tenderly, that with a thou&s;and Burning Blu&s;hes I mu&s;t intreat you live, if Hope can &s;ave you: O! never let the fear of any Rival &s;hock your Hopes, and lea&s;t my Lord <HI>Lovemore,</HI> his Per&s;on, and his Grave Behaviour were ever my Aver&s;ion, had not my Mo|thers Commands forbad me I had long ago inform'd him &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Surprizing Comfort.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Pernicious Jilt. <STAGE>(Behind.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twas reported, Madam, 'twu'd have &s;uddenly been a Match between you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>What he may report I know not: But when I marry him, a&s;&s;ure your &s;elf it &s;hall be when I de&s;pair of any one el&s;e.&mdash;A dull con&s;tant A&s;s born to hear the Burthen of a &s;lighted love. A lump of Lime only to be fir'd with cold Water.&mdash;Think no more of him, had I not vow'd a &s;ingle life, your Me|rit above the world wu'd charm me into Marriage. But &s;ince that Ble&s;&s;ing is deny'd me, let me at lea&s;t live happy in your Friend&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>By Heav'n her very words to me. <STAGE>[Behind.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now! I have enough! <STAGE>(Drops his Handkercher.)</STAGE> Friend&s;hips too cold a Clime, our Mutual Happine&s;s can never flouri&s;h there: No! Madam, 'tis only loves warm Soil that ripens all the Blooming joys of life, and makes that life, but one Eternal Harve&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>So clo&s;e! I want Patience.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Lord</HI> Lovemore <HI>comes</HI> Foreward.</STAGE>
<P>Madam, your Humble Servant!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah&mdash;! <STAGE>(Shricking.)</STAGE> I'll &s;wear my Lord you frighted me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I don't like his coming in that way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I thought, Madam, Mr. <HI>Longville</HI> of all Mankind had been your Aver&s;ion, and that nothing but his being my friend cou'd make you endure the &s;ight of him, I hope you think better of him now, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Devil brought him to &s;urprize us in the only Guilty Minute. Nay I mu&s;t confe&s;s my Lord, I did not think him &s;o unplea&s;ing, while he was your Advocate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O! then he was Kneeling for me all this while!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Umh!&mdash;a&mdash;ay! my Lord! <STAGE>(Faultring.)</STAGE> Je&s;u! you don't think it was upon his own account! This was a lucky Turn.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;he fa&s;tens her &s;elf in the Noo&s;e. <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="19" REF="14">
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Methinks, Madam, he over-did his Part! To Pre&s;s his Arguments in melting Ki&s;&s;es upon your Snowy hand, tho&s;e were too warm for Friend&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>O' my &s;oul he's jealous, Mr. <HI>Longville!</HI> ha! ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I ne're was jealous: I found you fal&s;e before you gave me leave to doubt you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are &s;erious, my Lord! <STAGE>(Affecting a Surprize.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Had you been ever &s;o with me, I had not found my &s;elf your Fool &s;o late: &s;hu'd I talk with you I &s;hu'd &s;till appear your Fool: For no one &s;ure can part eternally (as I mu&s;t now) with the hopes of his de&s;ir'd Happine&s;s, without a Painful Thought; and I am loth to expo&s;e my weakne&s;s: I &s;hall not aggravate your Wrongs to me: But leave your Con&s;cience to condemn you:&mdash;Farewell for ever; and &s;ince my Truth, and Honour, are &s;o ill rewarded, may henceforth none but Fools, and Villains Kneel before you. <STAGE>Going.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stay, my Lord!&mdash;I mu&s;t not lo&s;e him &s;o: For I know the Town will never tell his &s;tory to my advantage. <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>My Love &s;hall never call me back, good manners may. <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE> &mdash;Your Commands, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lord, you may be in an Error, and I hope have more Genero&s;ity than to condemn me unheard, therefore&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, Madam! I find your drift, and faith 'twere too Barbarous, &s;hu'd I betray you to a farther guilt by &s;uffering you to excu&s;e what you have already &s;hown. No! Madam, my ends are An&s;wer'd, and now 'tis time the Je&s;t &s;hu'd go no farther.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>What do you mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>To throw a&s;ide the mask of love, and &s;how a Bare-faced Friend&s;hip, and to tell you, that I never lov'd you, ne're admir'd you, nay always had an ill opinion of you: that I was jealous of your affected coldne&s;s to my Friend, and therefore feign'd my &s;elf his Rival; that you with Artificial Blu&s;hes have approv'd my Pa&s;&s;ion, and &s;eemingly (for I ne're thought you real yet to any one) plac'd me neare&s;t to your heart: where Heav'n knows I never wi&s;ht my &s;elf, I only &s;earch'd it for a Friend, and faith, Madam, had I found him there, I had retir'd with joy, I ask your Pardon for my Intru&s;ion into your Favour, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Confu&s;ion! Trick'd! betray'd! caught in the very &s;nare that I had lay'd for him! Now the Malicious Town will Triumph!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>May my Lord go, Madam!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lord, this u&s;age ill becomes your Honour, or my Quality; as for the in&s;olence of your Friend, I cu'd expect no better from a Rejected Lover.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;aw no great &s;igns of his De&s;pair, Madam: But to &s;atisfie you better, I have over-heard every word you have &s;aid this half hour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then I am betray'd indeed! That Devil <HI>Longville</HI> has re&s;cued him from Ruine: Confound 'em both, I &s;hall never dare to &s;how my Face agen!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>walks di&s;order'd</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Really, Madam, I can't blame the Judgment of your Belle-Pa&s;&s;ion: For Gallantry, Equipage, and Grandieur, are prev<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">iling Orators.&mdash;Hey! let my Men wait all without, I'd have the World know where I pay my Devoir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fellow! <STAGE>&s;cornfully.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="20" REF="15">
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir I have nothing to &s;ay to you! Pray be gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why in &s;uch a Pa&s;&s;ion, Madam!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lightning bla&s;t thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take not a Womans Anger ill! <STAGE>Turns &s;hort, and &s;ings.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Cur&s;e of my Treacherous Folly, that urg'd me to believe his Pa&s;&s;ion Real&mdash;O that it were! Ha! Can't it be made to &s;eem &s;o? &mdash; A &s;udden thought revives me!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Well! Madam, I ask your Pardon for con&s;enting to the Extrava|gance of my Friends Attempt: But if you have a Thought that can condemn me for't, now freely give it Breath: For after this you'll never &s;ee me more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lord you know this Apology is needle&s;s: I only de&s;ire to &s;peak a word with Mr. <HI>Longville</HI> before he goes. <STAGE>&s;miling.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Me! Madam! with all my heart. <STAGE>they go together.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(To her &s;elf.)</STAGE> Now A&s;&s;i&s;t me all the &s;ubtilty of Woman! &mdash; If there's a &s;park of Love remaining in that Bo&s;om, (pointing to Lrd. <HI>Lovemore.</HI>) lend me a Smile to light it into Jealou&s;ie! What tho' his Flame be out, I have &s;een a dying Taper kindled with its own Smoak! &mdash; O! to make him burn agen, and work a brave Revenge upon this Wretch, this poor Extingui&s;her!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam! I have not heard you &s;ay very much all this while!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come a little this way! <STAGE>&s;hee &s;eems familiar with him.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>What the Devil has &s;he got in her Head now!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! I don't like that whi&s;pering! S'Death &s;he &s;miles on him!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(Aloud)</STAGE> Never fear that! if he offers to draw, my Servants will part you before there can be any Mi&s;chief.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>S'Death! I don't under&s;tand you; hark you, Madam!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know my Dear, what you mean; I will tell him all my &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ounds! my Dear!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee! Ridiculous! &mdash; Why &s;hou'd we conceal it longer! Both he, and the World mu&s;t know it in a little time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>S'Death! She racks me!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>And me! <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come! I am weary of my odious part: Be&s;ide, my Lord has no Rea|&s;on to take it ill of you, &s;ince, as you own, he only wanted a Pretence to leave me for another.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Unheard of Treachery! <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I find Madam, you are de&s;igning me a Kindne&s;s, and Faith 'twere pity to baulk this fit of your good Nature. Pray go on, Madam, Methinks I wou'd fain have my Lord &s;atisfied&mdash;What a Jilt you are. <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, I am re&s;olv'd he &s;hall know all&mdash;In &s;hort, my Lord, what you over heard there, was his particular Reque&s;t to me to give you a Pretence for leaving me, and at the &s;ame time to conceal his real Pa&s;&s;ion, by feigning a feign'd one to me; and &s;ince I find, my Lord, that you have been long engag'd el&s;ewhere, I tell you this to let you &s;ee I have been before hand with you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lev.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Confu&s;ion! he has been my &s;ecret Rival! Sure Hell n<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">'er form'd &s;o clo&s;e an Artifice! <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! Dear Madam, I am oblig'd to you: But faith this won't do: Your humble Servant&mdash;Come my Lord!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="21" REF="15">
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>No Sir! don't think it &s;hall: Tho' I have been this Ladies A&s;s, I will be yours no longer: I don't wonder now you thought her fal&s;e to me!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lord! <STAGE>amaz'd.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fye! Mr. <HI>Longville,</HI> no more of this! The Farce is over now, and I can't bear any thing from you, that looks &s;o like indifference.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Confound your Kindne&s;s!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay I vow I ask your Pardon! And &s;ince I find you are &s;o unwilling to Reveal it, 'tis not gon &s;o far, but we may blind him &s;till: 'Tis but your &s;eeming to u&s;e me ill again: Now begin to rail at me!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stupendious Impudence!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>In&s;inuating Slave! <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>So! &s;o! very well I'll &s;wear! ha! ha! ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fury! Mon&s;ter!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Better yet! O! I &s;hall dye!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Harpy! Fiend! Devil!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Admirably well acted, I'll &s;wear&mdash;&s;o now take up a little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall ob&s;erve you, Madam!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>So &s;oon In&s;tructed Sir! <STAGE>a&s;ide.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I find there is no Remedy but Patience! the more I &s;trive, the fa&s;ter I am entangled&mdash;my Lord I mu&s;t confe&s;s I cannot wonder at your Amazement. But as a Token of my Innocence&mdash; <STAGE><HI>offering his Sword to Ld.</HI> Lovemore.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be &s;ure you keep your Countenance. <STAGE>aloud in his Ear.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>S' Death! am I become your &s;port!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Exqui&s;ite Devil! <STAGE>A&s;toni&s;h'd.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>No Sir, keep your Sword! You may have occa&s;ion for it &mdash; Fare|well&mdash; <STAGE><HI>Exit</HI> Ld. <HI>Lovemore,</HI> ha&s;tily,</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Confu&s;ion! he is undone! I've ruin'd both my &s;elf, and him! Some|thing mu&s;t be thought on &s;peedily.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Leonora <HI>looks gravely on</HI> Longville, <HI>and on a &s;udden bur&s;t into a loud Laughter.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! ha! ha! he!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well! Your Tune may be chang'd, Madam, my Wits won't be idle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wit! from thee! I &s;hall as &s;oon dread it from a Country Par&s;on: Go Sir, to your Friend, he'll thank you for the Pains you've taken, and certain|ly admire your Wit! ha! ha! ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Damn her &s;he has unman'd me, almo&s;t work'd me to the Thoughts of a Revenge. <STAGE>mu&s;es.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! I &s;ee my Mother coming! I'll &s;et her upon him to heighten my Triumph.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Lady</HI> Manlove.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Well Child, have you done with Mr. <HI>Longville</HI> yet?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Madam the &s;adde&s;t Accident! Poor Mr. <HI>Longvi le's</HI> Di&s;tracted! Look how he Chaffes and Frowns! His Fit's upon him now! He abu&s;es ev'ry one he &s;peaks to, has almo&s;t frighted me out of my Wits.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I'll &s;wear I thought his Behaviour this Morning was a little &s;trange; good lack! Can't you gue&s;s at the Occa&s;ion Child.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="22" REF="16">
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>I don't know what to think, Madam, but my Lord <HI>Lovemore</HI> tells me you are the occa&s;ion, he &s;ays he has never been right &s;ince your Ladi&s;hip pro|te&s;ted again&s;t a &s;econd Marriage.&mdash;Dear Madam; won't you &s;peak to him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Lord! that ever my ra&s;hne&s;s &s;hu'd be the occa&s;ion of &s;uch a Mis|fortune! How wild he looks!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(To Him&s;elf.)</STAGE> To what a plunge am I reduc'd? I am not only in danger of forfeiting his Friend&s;hip: But of his loo&s;iing him&s;elf agen to her: My Life! my Friend! my Honour, all's in danger: For &s;hu'd he challenge me, my Innocence will not let me an&s;wer him! If I refu&s;e, the World may think it fear. Shu'd I fight, and Fortune put his life into my Power, ev'n the Gift of that were not enough to clear my Honour; for in his heart he'll think me &s;till a Villain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Well! I can hold no longer; the poor man raves. <STAGE>(Weeps.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>It works as I cu'd wi&s;h. <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>S' Death! the very thought on't makes me mad!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>If you love my life, Mr. <HI>Longville,</HI> let me know that thought, or I &s;hall run m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d too? <STAGE>(Takes hold on him.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Confu&s;ion! am I fallen into her Clutches!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>D<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Mr. <HI>Longville</HI> don't be thus frighted: For I had rather break a Thou&s;and Vows, than &s;ee you in this condition: All the World &s;han't per&s;wade me: For I am now re&s;olv'd to marry you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hark you, Madam, who puts you upon this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Lord! wh&mdash;wh &mdash; why do you &s;tare &s;o? <STAGE>[Trembling.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>To hear a Woman of your years talk thus: Pray, Madam, how old are you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Why do you talk &s;o wildly?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ay, Madam, how old are you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Nay dear Sir, don't let my Age di&s;courage you: For I hope &s;till to be the Mother of many a dear child, provided I de&s;erve for 'em by your Rea&s;onable Endeavours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me tell you, Madam, you are now big with a fal&s;e Conception, and will certainly mi&s;carry of it. <STAGE>(Going.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O I can't part with you, while you have a thought that wrongs my Honour. <STAGE>(Holds Him.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's impo&s;&s;ible! thy Face protects it: Age and Ugline&s;s lye in|trencht in thy hollow Cheeks, and bid defiance to all &s;candal: yet thou art every day di&s;playing thy Colours of White and Red, to make the World be|lieve thou art in action &s;till.&mdash;Come! come! Madam, you had as good give over beating up for Voluntiers: For the Devil a Man will you rai&s;e to &s;tarve in tho&s;e Winter Quarters. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! Gone! I am afraid, Madam, this Madne&s;s is affected: I really believe, becau&s;e I refus'd his Addre&s;&s;es, he was re&s;olv'd to be reveng'd by affronting your Ladi&s;hip and me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>How! His Addre&s;&s;es! Nay then I'll be reveng'd! <HI>Olivia</HI> &s;hall revenge me: For I will go, and tell her of it immediately.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! Madam, I have &s;uch a &s;tory of him for your Ladi&s;hips Ear.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee! let's in, and have it at Dinner. <STAGE><HI>Exit Lady</HI> Manlove.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="23" REF="16">
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a malicious Devil is this <HI>Longville?</HI> To rob me in one minute of the Pride of all my Conque&s;ts. Why let him go! I have &s;till the Glory of a Brave Revenge to Boa&s;t! Perhaps his life may pay for't: If all the Devils in our Sex can ruin him, it &s;hall! An unform'd Mi&s;chief lyes rowling in my thoughts, and tells me I &s;hall Triumph! That Men &s;hu'd ever match their Wit with ours! What but a Woman cu'd thus fool'd his treacherous Friend, and a Re&s;enting Lover? Lovers or not, we &s;till defye Their Boa&s;ted &s;en&s;e! But when they love, what Slaves, what Wretches do we make 'em? How ea&s;ie 'tis to look 'em into ruin?</P>
<Q><L>If they wrong us, we &s;eek a Brave Revenge,</L>
<L>When we are frail, we make the Injur'd Cringe,</L>
<L>Our Eyes prevail, when &s;ullen Rea&s;on's deaf,</L>
<L>Our Tears per&s;wade 'em,&mdash;and the Fools believe;</L>
<L>While fal&s;e, we Lordlike reign, and only find,</L>
<L>'Tis being true, that ruins Woman-kind. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></L></Q>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<TRAILER><HI>The End of the Second</HI> ACT.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<PB N="24" REF="17">
<HEAD>ACT III.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>The <HI>Scene</HI> a Dining-Room in <HI>Longville</HI>'s Hou&s;e.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Olivia, <HI>and</HI> Emilia.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emil.</SPEAKER>
<P>PRithee, my Dear think better of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oliv.</SPEAKER>
<P>I never &s;hall! he won't give me leave to do it&mdash;If he valued me, or took any Plea&s;ure in my Commands, he wu'd take le&s;s in my Lady <HI>Manlove</HI>'s Company, he lives there I think.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;s me, can you be jealous of him with a &s;tale Widow, he is no younger Brother, my Dear!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>He is a Man, con&s;equently a thing that's vain, and loves to be admir'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>There are &s;uch Out-ca&s;t Fops indeed, who rather, than not be lik'd at all will take up with the Common Favours of an old Lady. But I can't think my Brother &s;o nece&s;&s;itous a Lover, having already merited the good opinion of my Dear <HI>Olivia;</HI> nay I mu&s;t believe he merits it, or you wou'd not &s;o often have confe&s;s'd it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am not a&s;ham'd to own my &s;elf in an Error.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your greate&s;t Error is your Doubting him: Come! you &s;hall think better of him, 'twill oblige your Friend: I am in Pain while you are thus &s;evere to him: Have I no Power? Dear <HI>Olivia.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Kind <HI>Emilia!</HI> I cannot think thou wou'd&s;t u&s;e that Power, did not thy Brother's Innocence per&s;uade thee: O! I cou'd devour thee for thy Generous Faith to him. <STAGE>[Ki&s;&s;es her.]</STAGE> And if I love him well 'tis for his tender care of thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>He loves me be&s;t, in loving you &s;o faithfully: Indeed he loves you. I am &s;ure he does: For he has taught me hitherto, to a|void mo&s;t Womens Friend&s;hip: But when I mention'd you! O! How he pre&s;s'd me to my applauded Choice, and charm'd me with your Vertues.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>This from a Friend a&s;&s;ures me to be happy: But is he not to bl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">me my Dear?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="25" REF="17">
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take it on my word not now: 'Tis a Bu&s;ine&s;s of Con|cern, that keeps him there, I want time to tell you what: Have but a little Patience and his return will &s;atisfie you: Pri|thee be Good Humour'd, he won't be long I am &s;ure! Here's the Harp&s;icord to Divert us in the mean time. Come! I will have a Le&s;&s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee, I can't Play. <STAGE>[&V;nea&s;ie.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, I won't Court you, but make you! There! There! Gentlewoman. <STAGE>[Pulls her to the Harp&s;icord]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lord! I am n't in Humour now.&mdash;Prithee! Can't you &s;end to my Lady <HI>Manlove</HI>'s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Humh! I find &s;he &s;ticks in your Stomach &s;till.&mdash; Who's there?</P>
<STAGE>Enter a Servant.</STAGE>
<P>Step to my Lady <HI>Manlove</HI>'s in the Pellmell, and tell my Bro|ther here is a Lady &s;tays for him,&mdash;make ha&s;t. <STAGE>Exit Servant.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>[Olivia <HI>&s;miles on</HI> Emilia, <HI>and begins to Play.</HI>]</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! have I put you in Tune, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>[<HI>The Tune ended</HI> Emilia <HI>&s;ays.</HI>]</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, nay, you &s;han't give over &s;o! I will have a Song too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay if I &s;ing&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you don't, I &s;hall be very angry, Madam.</P>
<FLOATEXT LANG="eng" TYPE="song">
<HEAD>[Olivia <HI>Sings.</HI>]</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>Tell me, <HI>Belinda,</HI> Prithee do,</L>
<L>(The Wanton <HI>Caelia</HI> &s;aid.)</L>
<L>Since you'll allow no Lover true,</L>
<L>(Inform a tender Maid.)</L>
<L>Are not we Women Fools than to be &s;o?</L>
<L><HI>Belinda</HI> &s;miling thus the Sex betray'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Men have their Arts, and we have Eyes,</L>
<L>We both believe, and both tell lyes;</L>
<L>Tho' they a Thou&s;and Hearts pur&s;ue,</L>
<L>We love to wound as many too.</L>
<L>Yet &s;till with Virtue! virtue! keep a Pother,</L>
<L>We look! we love!</L>
<L>We like! we leave!</L>
<L>We both deceive!</L>
<L>And thus are Fools to one another.</L>
</LG>
</FLOATEXT>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="26" REF="18">
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>What is not this Fellow come back yet? Well! I am out of Patience.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee what time did you appoint my Brother, that you are &s;o unea&s;ie?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ent him word to meet me at my Father's at three this Afternoon, where I find he has neither been, or left any word for me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why what a Clock do you take it to be now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pa&s;t the Hour I am &s;ure: 'Twas after two before I came from <HI>Ken&s;ington.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>To &s;ee how &s;lowly hours move with Ab&s;ent Lovers: Now my Watch wants above ten Minutes of Two.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oliv.</SPEAKER>
<P>I don't know, I am &s;ure it's pa&s;t Three by my In|clination.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee &s;et it back a little: But &s;ee here is the Me&s;&s;en|ger: Now I &s;uppo&s;e, you may let it go as it will.</P>
<STAGE>Re-enter the Servant.</STAGE>
<P>Did you &s;ee my Brother?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, Madam, he has not been there this Half-hour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>And don't they know whither he went.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, Madam: But my Lady <HI>Manlove</HI> de&s;ires to &s;peak with your Ladi&s;hip, and bid me tell you, that perhaps &s;he can &s;atisfie you; if your Ladi&s;hip &s;tays here long &s;he will wait up|on you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>No! no! I'll go to her, &s;he will be an Hour a &s;etting her &s;elf out: Come my Dear will you go along with me: Well, I am &s;ure I &s;hall hear no good of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Perhaps not, if my Lady <HI>Manlove</HI> has any thing to &s;ay of him. But however I will bear you Company: How did you come, my Dear?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>O prithee make ha&s;te, my Coach will carry us. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<PB N="27" REF="18">
<HEAD>The <HI>Scene</HI> Changes to <HI>Locket</HI>'s in the Street.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Lord</HI> Lovemore <HI>in a Chair.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Lov. to the Chairman.</SPEAKER>
<P>HOld!&mdash; <STAGE>(To his Servant.)</STAGE> &s;tep in|to <HI>Locket</HI>'s, and enquire if Mr. <HI>Longville</HI> be there. &mdash; Don't &s;ay I wou'd &s;peak with him.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit Servant and Returns.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<P>He is not there, my Lord, but they expect him every Minute.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Set me down.&mdash;There. <STAGE>Gives them Money.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chair.</SPEAKER>
<P>God ble&s;s your Honour. <STAGE>Exit Chairmen.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(<HI>Lord</HI> Lovemore <HI>goes to the Door.</HI>)</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>If he comes this way I am &s;ure of him.&mdash;But I am not &s;ure of my Revenge in &s;o publick a Place.&mdash;Let me &s;ee how &s;hall I manage him. <STAGE>(Mu&s;es.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Major</HI> Raki&s;h <HI>appears in the Bellcony Smoaking.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Hey! Dog! Son of a Whore! &s;ome more Wine here, Quick.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(One &s;peaks within Ringing a Bell.)</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Within.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here <HI>Tom! Dick!</HI> &s;peak there! &mdash; Coming Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who's that, my Lord <HI>Lovemore!</HI> Od's-heart we have &s;tay'd this Hour for you! Where's <HI>Charles,</HI> Man? where's <HI>Charles?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>He won't be long, I wait for him: We'll be with with you pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee make ha&s;te, Odsbud the Rare&s;t Haunch of Veni|&s;on, and Colliflowers&mdash;A Hey! Dinner there. <STAGE>(Exit Major.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I have thought on't! there I &s;hall be &s;ure of him. Hey! Waiter!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="28" REF="19"><HI>Enter a Waiter.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Have you e're a Back-Room empty?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wait.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, my Lord, you may have the <HI>Lion.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>When Mr. <HI>Longville</HI> comes: Be &s;ure you &s;how us there.&mdash; <STAGE>(Exit Waiter.)</STAGE></P>
<P>How Ba&s;ely has this Man betray'd me, had he like a Generous Friend to me confe&s;s'd him&s;elf my Rival, I then had only griev'd to have found him &s;o, and thought that <HI>Leonora</HI>'s Charms were irre&s;i&s;tible: But like a Traytor thus to throw a foul A&s;|per&s;ion on my Love, &s;ecretly to in&s;inuate that I am fal&s;e to her! O 'tis the Ba&s;e&s;t lowe&s;t act of Groveling Treachery! Had he ten thou&s;and lives I wou'd &s;erve 'em all to my Revenge. Ha! he is here, I'll take him while my Re&s;entment's warm.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Longville <HI>Alights from another Chair.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am glad to find you here, my Lord, I wou'd fain &s;peak with you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Come, let's walk up; we are &s;tay'd for.</P>
<P><STAGE>(Within.)</STAGE> Welcome Sir! Plea&s;e to walk this way Gentle|men.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>The Scene changes to a Back-Room in the Hou&s;e. A Waiter &s;hows in Lord <HI>Lovemore,</HI> and <HI>Longville,</HI> and <HI>Exit.</HI></HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Lord</HI> Lovemore <HI>claps too the Door, and locks it.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>HA! &s;o &s;udden! Nay then 'twas well that I prepar'd my &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You gue&s;s my meaning Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I apprehend your Error, and it grieves me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Do&s;t thou not blu&s;h?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>For what? becau&s;e a Woman has out-witted me? If &s;o my Lord, your &s;elf &s;hou'd change your Colour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I find thou art grown an hardned Villain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="29" REF="19">
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>When your amazing Jealou&s;y's my Judge, the wor&s;t of Villains. My Rea&s;on is in Health, and con&s;trues nothing ill from a di&s;temper'd Friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Have I not Rea&s;on to be &s;ick of thee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thus far you have: When as a Friend I offer'd you a Cordial for the Infection of <HI>Leonoras</HI> Eyes: She in Revenge per&s;wades you 'tis a Poi&s;on: I cannot blame your Fears: But till you find the Poi&s;on work, believe me &s;till your Friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>So Artful, Sir! You wou'd have me Re&s;pit my Revenge till you have fixt my <HI>Leonora,</HI> Married, and En|joy'd her! Confu&s;ion! Did&s;t think I wou'd re&s;ign her tamely to thy Arms? Mon&s;ter no! Thou ne'er &s;halt Triumph there till thou ha&s;t made thy way through me&mdash;Draw&mdash; And if thou ha&s;t any Title to her Heart, di&s;pute it like a Man: For I am now re&s;olv'd, but one of us &s;hall live to claim it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>By Heav'n you are on the brink of Ruine, hear me: but &mdash; you know it is not fear that holds my Arm.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis wor&s;e! Thy clo&s;e de&s;igning Craft; Thy Aim is &s;till to Cheat me with a pretended Friend&s;hip! No more! I will not give thee time to form a new Eva&s;ion: Therefore Draw; for I have &s;worn to &s;atisfie my Revenge, and Injur'd Love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>What if I renounce all Claim to <HI>Leonora,</HI> or bind my &s;elf by &s;olemn Contract never to &s;peak, think of, or &s;ee her more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>So Tame! No! Even this is not enough to &s;ave thy Life: For tho' thy de&s;picable Ba&s;ene&s;s now prompts thee to for&s;wear thy Love, yet &s;till thy foul Detraction has for ever Ruin'd mine. <HI>Leonora</HI> thinks me fal&s;e, and only in Re|venge has favour'd thee: I &s;light thee as a Rival: But as a Villain am re&s;olv'd to end Thee&mdash; Guard thy Life.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Give me but an hours Time to prove your Error; Nay, but a Moment now! Hear me but &s;peak!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Draw, or I'll nail thee to the Ground!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay then!&mdash; By Heav'n I will be heard,</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Pre&s;ents a Pi&s;tol.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! What means the Villain!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stir not as you prize your Life&mdash; And now I'll own my &s;elf a Villain! I mean for my betraying <HI>Leonora,</HI> had
<PB N="30" REF="20"> not you been blind to your &s;corn: For though I knew her fal&s;e, I took too ba&s;e a way to prove her &s;o: Nothing cou'd excu&s;e me but the height of Friend&s;hip! Were what I have done pre&s;ented on a Stage, all generous Souls wou'd hate me for the part I have acted: But &s;ince my good Intention is &s;o ill rewarded by your ungrateful Jealou&s;ie, I here retort the Vil|lain back; and in defiance of thy Rage, thus Arm a Mad|mans Frenzy.</P>
<STAGE>[Offers him another Pi&s;tol.]</STAGE>
<P>I wou'd an&s;wer with my Sword, but, as you know, being di&s;abled by a late Wound in my Arm, I thought if you were re&s;olv'd on Death, this was the &s;urer way too for one of us to find him: Now make your choice my Lord.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>L. Lov. <HI>takes one.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Now! thou art a worthy Rival! No more, but Both retire; and then advancing, as our Fate directs us, ne|ver let us meet agen. <STAGE><HI>They Advance from each end of the Room, and fire on one another;</HI> Lon. <HI>Falls.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now <HI>Leonora</HI>'s Yours! Fly my Lord, and &s;ave your &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>No! I have kill'd thee bravely, therefore will not fly: Thy Life was forfeited to thy breach of Friend&s;hip; and tho' the Law has no regard to an honourable Revenge, yet there's a higher Power that controuls its Rigour, where I am &s;ure &s;o ju&s;t an Action will have Mercy.</P>
<P><STAGE>(Within.)</STAGE> Open the Door there! Open the Door.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Who are you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Friends, my Lord! your Friends.</P>
<P><STAGE>(Within.)</STAGE> Hey! A Lever there! Let's break it open.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall not need. <STAGE>(&V;nlocks the Door)</STAGE> Now Gen|tlemen you may enter.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter the</HI> Major, Y. Raki&s;h, <HI>a Gentleman, and &s;everal People of the Hou&s;e.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why how now my Lord! What the Devil have you more Stomack to a brace of Bullets, than a good &s;lice of Veni&s;on? A Pox on your forc'd Meat, odsbu'd I don't like it.&mdash;Why what's the matter Man?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="31" REF="20">
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! <HI>Longville</HI> Wounded!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gent.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray my Lord, how came this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>That you &s;hall know another time; let it &s;uffice I own my &s;elf the Man, that Kill'd him; I Glory in the action, and will an&s;wer it to the Law.&mdash; Pray Gentlemen keep out the Crowd, for I wou'd not give Fools a Holyday before my time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Clear the Room there!&mdash;You Dog! Run for a Surgeon quickly, &mdash; let's &s;ee, what is there no Hopes? Here! here! <HI>Jacky</HI> help him up a little&mdash; <STAGE><HI>(They &s;et him in a Chair.)</HI>&mdash;</STAGE> What a Devil is he quite gone! Plague on't, now mu&s;t I go to Law with his Executors for my Five hundred Pound: why, what an Unfortunate Son of a Whore wert thou to leave it in his Hands.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Any Hands, but yours dear Daddy. Ha! he &s;tirs.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! Dear <HI>Charles,</HI> the Five hundred Pound! What ha&s;t thou done with it? &s;peak! &s;peak! my dear Boy, where is't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>S' Death, Sir, is that a Que&s;tion to ask a Dying Man?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is too much Money, Sir, for a Dying Man to run a|way with.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gent.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here, &s;ome fair Water there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(Ri&s;ing.)</STAGE> I am oblig'd to you for your Care, Gentlemen: But at pre&s;ent there is no occa&s;ion for it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a Devil does he walk before he is Dead?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Why how now <HI>Charles!</HI> Alive agen, and unhurt! How is't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! what Devil has in&s;tructed him thus to baffle my Revenge?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>And now my Lord, I'll prove my &s;elf agen your Friend: I fear'd your Jealou&s;ie wou'd break into &s;ome Extravagance; and to deceive its Rage, took care to Arm you with an Unloa|ded Pi&s;tol: I knew the Noi&s;e wou'd bring in People to prevent a &s;udden Mi&s;chief, and give me time to clear my Innocence; which if I now don't convince you of in an Hour, Dare me to the field, if I refu&s;e you then, think me a Villain &s;till, and Po&s;t me for a Coward.&mdash;If you believe I &s;peak this out of fear my Lord, you wrong your Con&s;cience: For I have giv'n Proof,
<PB N="32" REF="21"> when your occa&s;ions call'd me, that I e&s;teem'd my Honour more than Life</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I own it true, and 'tis that thought encourages me to embrace the Offer, in the mean time I will &s;truggle with my Rea&s;on to believe thee Innocent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look you, my Lord! Tho' I know nothing at all of this Bu&s;ine&s;s, yet I know <HI>Charles</HI> is a very Hone&s;t Fellow, and I'll &s;tand by him. If he mu&s;t have occa&s;ion for a &s;econd, Odsbu'd old <HI>Dick</HI>'s his Humble Servant. <STAGE>(<HI>Claps</HI> Lon. <HI>on the Back.</HI>)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y <HI>Ra</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Nay then, Sir, little <HI>Jacky</HI>'s oblig'd in Honour to be my Lord's.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;aid, Wickedne&s;s! There's an Ingenious Dog! now, rather than be out of mi&s;chief, will he fight with his own Father.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;aith Old Gentleman, you have liv'd out of all Con&s;cience, and unle&s;s I make an Hole in your Lungs, I find I &s;hall never make one in your E&s;tate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>It's a Good Lad!&mdash; Why thou wilt have a Thou&s;and Pound a Year, my little <HI>Jacky,</HI> if thou art not Hang'd before I die.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter a Waiter.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wait.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gentlemen! your Dinner is upon the Table.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, come, walk in my Lord, I am re&s;olv'd to &s;ee you Friends agen,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall be glad of an Occa&s;ion, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fear not, my Lord, my Honour is engag'd to give it you. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>The <HI>Scene</HI> Changes to Lady <HI>Manlove</HI>'s Hou&s;e.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Triffle <HI>and</HI> Lettice.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Trif.</SPEAKER>
<P>WEll <HI>Lettice,</HI> this is a Rare Family we live in: For what between the Amours of my Lady <HI>Leo|nora,</HI> and the over-fondne&s;s of her Mother my Lady <HI>Man|love,</HI> we are in a very fair way of making our Fortunes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, for my Part, I have no rea&s;on to complain: For
<PB N="33" REF="21"> if I have but a mind to a particular &s;uit of Knots, or a Gown of my Ladies, 'tis but commending her Complexion in a quite contrary colour, and the Bu&s;ine&s;s is done; and if you have but a new Intrigue to entertain her with, her Souls your own. O law! did I never tell you how &s;he &s;erv'd an Amorous Book of Major <HI>Raki&s;h</HI>'s t'other day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Trif.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Prithee! how was it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why you mu&s;t know, la&s;t Week &s;he Borrow'd a <HI>French</HI> Novel of him, and being told there was one deadly &s;mutty Page in it, &s;he very di&s;creetly beg'd him to double it down, that &s;he might be &s;ure to avoid it: But when &s;he gave him the Book agen, that poor Page was more Thumb'd and blurr'd, than the beginning of a School boys Accidence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Trif.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! ha! and no doubt but &s;he took more Pains to get it by heart. But hark you <HI>Lettice,</HI> now you talk of a School-boy, how &s;tands you Affair with my Lady's Son, Ma&s;s <HI>Johnny?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>O in a very fair way, I can a&s;&s;ure you: He pretends to comply with his Mother's De&s;ign in going to St. <HI>Omers:</HI> But I know it's only his cunning to try whether or no I &s;hall be con|cern'd to part with him: Now I am unwilling to loo&s;e him by being too foreward, and am re&s;olv'd to drive things to an ex|tremity before I con&s;ent to marry him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tri.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! to Marry him, why I thought you only de&s;ign'd to make a Fool of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why that's making an Husband of him I think: O Dear, here come's my Lady, I'll tell you more anon. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter a Gentleman with</HI> Olivia, Emilia, <HI>and Lady</HI> Manlove.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gent.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(to Olivia.)</STAGE> What I have told you, Madam, is word for word, as I had it from Mr. <HI>Longville</HI>'s own mouth; Well, La|dies I have perform'd my Duty, and now mu&s;t beg your Par|don; I left him at <HI>Locket</HI>'s, and promis'd him to return imme|diately.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Cou&s;in, Your Servant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I thank you, I am glad you have eas'd us of our Fear.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gent.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, Your Humble Servant. <STAGE>Exit Gent.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, my Dear, I hope you are &s;atisfied of my Brother's Truth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="34" REF="22">
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;eems my Lord is not yet &s;atisfied of his Friend&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>But you hear he has engag'd to convince him of it in an hour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oliv.</SPEAKER>
<P>When he does that, I &s;hall know how to &s;ettle my Opinion.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter to them</HI> Leonora.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ladies, Your Servant: I hope you have heard Mr. <HI>Long|ville</HI> is alive &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Madam, and I hope will live to give a Proof very &s;hortly both of his Love and Friend&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>As for his Friend&s;hip that I can't an&s;wer for: But I confe&s;s I have no rea&s;on to complain of him as a Lover.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, Madam!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have no rea&s;on to complain of him as a Lover!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O Dear Ladies! Is that &s;uch News to you? Well I find of all People your near Relations never tru&s;t one another with their Love-&s;ecrets.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>This In&s;olence is in&s;upportable! <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE> Pray, Madam, what Proof has my Brother ever given of his love to you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay I can't &s;wear, that he has given any certain Proof, for now a days Men offer Marriage, as their Intere&s;t directs them, not their love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ee Women are more vain, than Men are fal&s;e: Now, Madam, I am concern'd, and I mu&s;t tell you, you are the la&s;t of Womankind cou'd make me &s;o far jealous of Mr. <HI>Longville:</HI> I know the Race of Man wou'd fall, were only he and you alive to rai&s;e it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ee Vanity, Madam, is a raging Vice among our Sex, and when it meets with a Di&s;appointment, it knaws it &s;elf to Envy. <STAGE>[Scornfully.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and Revenge too Madam, which I find is now your aim for Mr. <HI>Longville</HI>'s di&s;appointing you of my Lord <HI>Lovemore.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>All Happine&s;s, Madam, is Opinion; believe he loves you, and you are happy &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, Madam, let Opinion be your &s;ecurity, I will be contented with Demon&s;tration: Were there no other way to &s;atisfie my Lord <HI>Lovemore</HI>'s Jealou&s;ie, I wou'd Marry him this very Minute,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="35" REF="22">
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(to Leo)</STAGE> Dear Madam, &s;ay all the provoking Things you can to make her pur&s;ue that Re&s;olution, if it be but to heighten your own Triumph!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ow Madam! Marry him this very Minute? Why &s;ure you wou'd nor ravi&s;h him: For I can never believe he will con&s;ent to it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are not the fir&s;t Lady, Madam, that has mi&s;taken Good Manners for Love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor he the fir&s;t Man, Madam, that has conceal'd his love with Good manners: Look you, Madam, not that I am fond of Publi&s;hing my Conque&s;t: But if you will give me leave I will write to him this very Minute, and you &s;hall judge what Intere&s;t I have in him by his An&s;wer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>You had as good let it alone, Madam, it's ten to one but he di&s;appoints you agen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>However, Madam, you will give me leave to try my Power, <STAGE>[Smiling]</STAGE> Some Pens and Paper there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>What are you going to do, Madam!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>To write to Mr. <HI>Longville,</HI> Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>[Pau&s;ing.]</STAGE> &mdash; I declare it &s;he provokes me! &mdash; And dare you let me &s;ee what you write, Madam?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Freely, Madam, if you'll give your &s;elf the Trouble.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>P'&s;hah!&mdash;Well! Madam! Pray give me leave to write to him too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>All the rea&s;on in the world, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am amaz'd! why, Madam, will you write to him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>With your Permi&s;&s;ion, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure I don't under&s;tand you! I mean to Mr. <HI>Longville!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay! ay! to Mr. <HI>Charles Longville</HI> this Ladies Brother, I will write to him to meet me within half an Hour, at Mrs. <HI>Siams,</HI> the <HI>Indian</HI>-Hou&s;e here in St. <HI>James</HI>'s Street, and for both our &s;atisfactions, do you appoint him in another Place at the very &s;ame time.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter a Servant with Pens and Paper.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>So Po&s;itive! This to convince you Madam. <STAGE>Sits to write.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>[to Leo.]</STAGE> I don't know what your meaning may be: But I am &s;ure, Madam, my Brother will be oblig'd to you for his Happine&s;s: You'll gain him more in one minute, as her
<PB N="36" REF="23"> Pretended Rival, than half an age of love cou'd purcha&s;e him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>[A&s;ide]</STAGE> Poor ea&s;ie Fool! His Happine&s;s! no his Ruin, or my Wit &s;hall fail me. <STAGE>[Sits to Write.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>[<HI>to</HI> L. <HI>Ma.</HI>]</STAGE> Methinks, Madam, this is a very odd un|dertaking for a couple of Ladies to draw two &s;everal Bills up|on a Gentlemans Heart, and both payable at &s;ight: 'Tis well if he don't prove a true Banker, and make them wait his lei&s;ure for the Payment.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O Madam! the Fund of love is never &s;o low, young men have always a little running Ca&s;h to &s;upply a pre&s;ent oc|ca&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay Madam, but one had as good be without it. It is commonly upon very hard Conditions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I'll &s;wear, Madam, there you are in the Right: For now a days a Woman can no more expect to receive a <HI>Billet|deux</HI> in Honourable love, than a Bill of Exchange in all Ready Money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay Madam! You &s;ee what ill Women, and Clippers have brought us to!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, Madam, don't lay the Fault upon us Poor Wo|men: For to my knowledge 'tis the fal&s;e men, that offer their Ba&s;e love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>But the Women&mdash;take it, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Not all of 'em, Madam, as you wou'd &s;ay your &s;elf, if you knew what &s;evere Repul&s;es I have given young Mr. <HI>Raki&s;h;</HI> Nay, I can a&s;&s;ure you the Old Gentleman, the <HI>Major</HI> too has made his Attempts: Well, Madam! If I thought you wou'd be &s;ecret I cou'd tell you more too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Than I de&s;ire to know I find! <STAGE>[a&s;ide.]</STAGE> if you plea&s;e, Madam, another time. Well&mdash;have you done, Ladies?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Madam! I have fini&s;h'd mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have but two words more &mdash; So!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, Madam, if you plea&s;e we will read 'em.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(Leonora <HI>Reads her Letter.</HI>)</STAGE>
<LETTER LANG="eng">
<P>My Re&s;olution &s;till holds of meeting you in half an Hour (accor- to your fir&s;t Appointment.) at Mrs. <HI>Siams,</HI> Dear Mr. <HI>Long|ville</HI> be careful of my Lord <HI>Lovemore,</HI> whom you will find it
<PB N="37" REF="23"> hard to over-reach a &s;econd time: While he is deluded nothing can di&s;turb the Happine&s;s of your</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>LEONORA.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</LETTER>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Phooh! She'll never &s;end this Letter.&mdash;Come my Dear, Now let's hear yours.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Olivia <HI>Reads.</HI></STAGE>
<LETTER LANG="eng">
<P>The Town is in a very &s;candalous Story concerning your Quarrel with my Lord <HI>Lovemore:</HI> Pray let me &s;ee you at my Fathers in half an Hour: For I am impatient till I know the real Truth: Fail not a Minute, as you Prize the Quiet of Your</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>OLIVIA.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</LETTER>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Quiet of your <HI>Olivia!</HI> Nothing but Death I am &s;ure will hinder him from obeying &s;o kind a Summons.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well! If you'll give me leave, Madam, I will Seal it for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! I won't trouble you Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Trouble Madam: Pray oblige me. <STAGE>(Oli. <HI>gives</HI> Leo. <HI>the Letter.</HI>)</STAGE> Have you your Seal about you Madam! <STAGE>(<HI>to</HI> L. <HI>Man.</HI>)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t know your De&s;ign. <STAGE>[a&s;ide.]</STAGE> Ay Child!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>L Man. <HI>pretends to be &s;ome time feeling for her Seal.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>[<HI>&s;oftly to</HI> L. Man.]</STAGE> Now, Madam, do you keep them in Di&s;cour&s;e a little, while I alter one word in her Letter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! What word?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>In&s;tead of her Fathers, I will put in Mrs. <HI>Siams,</HI> the very &s;ame Place Mr. <HI>Longville</HI> is to meet at.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Admirable! But what will you do with your own Letter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I will take care by a pretended Mi&s;take &s;hall come to my Lord <HI>Lovemores</HI> Hands. Ask no more Que&s;tions, Madam; give me the Seal quickly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O! Now I have found it!&mdash;There Child. <STAGE>(Aloud)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>[L. Man. <HI>gives</HI> Leo. <HI>the Seal, and goes to the Ladies; while they &s;eem to talk,</HI> Leo. <HI>alters the Letter, and &s;eals it.</HI>]</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's your Letter, Madam. <STAGE>to Olivia.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who's there?</P>
<STAGE><PB N="38" REF="24"><HI>Enter a Servant to</HI> Olivia.</STAGE>
<P>Here! &s;tep to <HI>Lockets,</HI> and give this Letter to Mr. <HI>Longville!</HI> If you don't find me here, bring me an an&s;wer to my Fathers.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(Leo. <HI>offering to &s;eal her own Letter.</HI>)</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold! Madam, once more for my Satisfaction, let me &s;ee if this be the &s;ame Letter you &s;how'd me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Con&s;equence wou'd have convinc'd you, Madam; but I can't blame you for believing your Eyes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis the &s;ame. <STAGE>[<HI>&s;he returns it to</HI> Leo. <HI>who &s;eals it.</HI>)</STAGE> Pray let me &s;ee you &s;end it however.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Within there!</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter a Servant to</HI> Leo.</STAGE>
<P>Run with this to Mr. <HI>Longville</HI> at <HI>Lockets.</HI> <STAGE>(he is going)</STAGE> De'e hear!&mdash;&s;tay below till farther Order. <STAGE>&s;oftly.</STAGE></P>
<P>It requires no An&s;wer, make ha&s;te agen. <STAGE>aloud.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Emilia!</HI> are you not amaz'd? You &s;ee &s;he has &s;ent the Letter! He will not meet her &s;ure!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know not what to think!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wou'd I had never &s;ent him mine: I begin to fear her now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Don't let her &s;ee you do, I am as impatient of the Event, as thou art.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear <HI>Emilia,</HI> go with me to my Fathers, I am in a thou&s;and fears, and dare not tru&s;t my &s;elf alone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ladies your Servant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Servant, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Dear Ladies, your mo&s;t E&s;&s;ential humble Servant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Triffle. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Triffle.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look me out a Hood, and Scarf, and Mask, and bid <HI>Sam.</HI> come to me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="39" REF="24">
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>[a&s;ide.]</STAGE> I am re&s;olv'd to Encourage her in this De&s;ign, becau&s;e it forwards my Revenge upon Mr. <HI>Longville,</HI> for &s;lighting the Advances I made him.&mdash;Well, my Dear, while you are pur&s;uing this Affair, I'll take care to di&s;patch your Brother <HI>Johnny;</HI> when he is once di&s;pos'd of, let me alone to manage the E&s;tate; the &s;turdy Oaks &s;hall bow their Head, I'll make 'em know their Mi&s;tre&s;s. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Re-enter the Servant to</HI> Leo.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have you my Letter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ser.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Go to <HI>Lockets,</HI> and &s;end it up to my Lord <HI>Lovemore</HI> by a Waiter: If my Lord que&s;tions you about it, face him down you bid the fellow give it to Mr. <HI>Longville.</HI> <STAGE>Exit. Ser.</STAGE> I think my Project cannot fail: For by my Lords Re&s;entment, or <HI>Olivias</HI> Jealou&s;ie, any way my Ends are an&s;wered: It has all the various Motions of a Clock, and Points me to the Day, the Hour, nay the very Minute of Revenge. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>The Scene Changes to <HI>Lockets:</HI> Lord <HI>Lovemore, Long|ville,</HI> the <HI>Major,</HI> his Son, and a Gentleman are Drinking at a Table.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>ODsbu'd my Lord, you are not Merry: I am &s;ure <HI>Charles</HI> is a very hone&s;t Fellow: But you don't look as if you were heartily reconcil'd to h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">m: Pox o' the&s;e hand&s;ome young Jades, they are good for nothing but to put People out of Humour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You mi&s;take me Sir, I am never Merry: And to &s;atisfie you that I am not our of Humour, Pray Sir, lend me the Flask! Come, Sir, <STAGE>(to Lon.)</STAGE> to a right Under&s;tanding between us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thank you, my Lord: I don't like this Ceremony.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="40" REF="25"><HI>Enter a Waiter, with</HI> Olivias <HI>Servant at the Door.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wait.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is Mr. <HI>Longville</HI> here, Gentlemen?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay! Who wou'd &s;peak with me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wait.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Footman waits at the Door, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I have a Letter for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! From <HI>Olivia!</HI> <STAGE>[Reads]</STAGE> um!&mdash; um! &mdash; <HI>Let me &s;ee you at Mr.</HI> Siams <HI>in half an Hour</HI>&mdash; Humh! How comes &s;he to Fancy that Place &mdash; Um! &mdash; Um! &mdash; <HI>Fail not, as you prize the Quiet of your</HI>&mdash; Olivia. &mdash; So kind! This is Fortu|nate! If I can per&s;wade her in this Humour to make me &s;ome Acknowledgment before my Lord: Sure! That mu&s;t convince him of my Innocence. <STAGE>(He whi&s;pers the Footman, who goes out.)</STAGE> Gentlemen, I mu&s;t ask your Pardon: I have a little urgent Bu|&s;ine&s;s fallen out! &mdash; And now my Lord I propo&s;e in le&s;s than an Hour, to give you the &s;atisfaction I promis'd you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Where &s;hall I find you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you plea&s;e, my Lord, at my own Hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I'll not fail. <STAGE>Walks apart.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, Gentlemen, I'll make the Veni&s;on mine. There!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(Throws down two Guineas.)</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Fye! <HI>Charles!</HI> Your Club is not half this, by no means.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's &s;ee! let's &s;ee! <STAGE>(<HI>&s;natching 'em out of</HI> Y. Ra. <HI>Hand.</HI>)</STAGE> What is't? Two Guineas! Odsheart, this is too much of all Con|&s;cience! Why! What do&s;t thou mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gentlemen, I brought you hither!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(Pau&s;ing.)</STAGE> Well! &mdash; a &mdash; I'll pay your Club, <HI>Charles:</HI> Don't forget to ask me for the Overplus.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Puts 'em into his Pocket.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Humh! If he does Sir, you will put him in mind on't, I &s;uppo&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why what's that to you, Sawce! What have you to &s;ay to it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay Sir, nothing at all, not I: The Guineas are good Guineas, and in my Opinion, they are in very good Hands too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>What you have a mind to finger 'em, have you? Bra&s;s! Humh!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Sir, I &s;eldom meddle under five Hundred.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="41" REF="25">
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Od&s;o! that's true, my little <HI>Jacky! Charles!</HI> the Five Hundred Pound, you forgot that my dear Boy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I ask your Pardon <HI>Major:</HI> But I have le&s;t it below: <STAGE>(to a Waiter.)</STAGE> Bid your Ma&s;ter &s;end me up that Money I gave him.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit Waiter:</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;hah! you need not give your &s;elf that trouble, <HI>Charles,</HI> I have no great occa&s;ion for it now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Humh! That's true agen, my little Jacky! But you know a Body wou'd be &s;ure 'tis &s;afe! Humh!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>The Waiter Returns, and gives the Money to</HI> Longville.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(to the Gent.)</STAGE> Dear <HI>Ned</HI> I mu&s;t engage you to be Tru&s;tee: If the <HI>Major</HI> won't come to compo&s;ition, keep it till I &s;ee you agen: My Lord your Humble Servant, Gentlemen I am yours. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma</SPEAKER>
<P>O that's well! but Prithee <HI>Ned,</HI> let's &s;ee, if it be right, my dear Boy.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Offering to take it from the Gent.</HI> Y. Ra. <HI>pulls him by the Sleeve.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hark you Sir! I am con&s;idering what will be my be&s;t way to di&s;po&s;e of this Money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Humh! Di&s;po&s;e of it did&s;t thou &s;ay! <HI>Newgate!</HI> Humh!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, Sir, for you know the&s;e are very good times to improve ready Money in!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, and impudence too, my little <HI>Jacky:</HI> For now a days if a Man have but a good Brazen Face, it does not &s;ignifie whether he has any Money in his Pocket, or no.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why therefore, Sir, I con&s;ider'd 'twas no great Mat|ter how little you carried about you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>It's a good Lady! Hark you! <HI>Jacky!</HI> &mdash;Was you never out of Countenance?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Humh! Yes Sir, for you &s;ometimes, as la&s;t night, when you cheated me of my fifty Guineas.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>That Face will get the Dog an E&s;tate in time.&mdash; Well! then thou ha&s;t a mind to improve this Money <HI>Jacky?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, Sir, if you wou'd but put me into a way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o, I will my little <HI>Jacky,</HI> I'll tell thee what thou &s;halt do with it pre&s;ently, let's &s;ee! what is all in Gold!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(<HI>Offering towards it</HI> Y. Ra. <HI>&s;teps bofore him.</HI>)</STAGE>
<SP>
<PB N="42" REF="26">
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! you need not trouble your &s;elf to look upon it, Sir, it's all Gold to my Knowledge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gent.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come! Faith <HI>Major</HI> to make an end of the Bu&s;ine&s;s you &s;hall ev'n divide it, that is give your Son one half in hand, and (as a careful Father ought) lay up the other, till his occa&s;i|ons call for it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay!&mdash;That is give him all, and take the re&s;t to my &s;elf! Why really if it were not for a little &s;candal, a Sharper is a very good Trade, I &s;ee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that you &s;ay, Sir? Dammee! A Sharper! I &s;uppo&s;e you have a mind to tilt for it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hou'd make a very Poor Dog of thee <HI>Jacky,</HI> if it were to be decided that way: that's a good look, however. <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you think &s;o, Sir, I wou'd have you try.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say'&s;t thou &s;o my little <HI>Jacky?</HI> with all my heart &mdash; Odsbu'd I have a trick to over-reach the Dog <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE> Look ye <HI>Ned!</HI> Lay the Money fairly upon Table. &mdash;Now draw <HI>Jacky</HI> Scabbard, and all, my Dear Boy: For I wou'd not willingly thru&s;t a &s;word into my own Bowells. I'll only &s;how thee what old <HI>Jack</HI> cou'd do upon occa&s;ion; Judgment my Lord.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lord Lovem.</SPEAKER>
<P>How now, <HI>Major,</HI> what Fencing upon a Full Stomach?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Only Exchanging a Thru&s;t, or two, my Lord, for a little Money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay! ay! For every Thru&s;t I receive, thou &s;halt have an Hundred Pound, <HI>Jacky,</HI> but if I di&s;arm thee not one Farthing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Done! Sir,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Done! my little <HI>Jacky.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gent.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well! Gentlemen are you agree'd? &s;hall it be deci|ded this way?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay! ay! Sir, we are agreed! Come old Gentleman!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look you my Lord! Here's my Guard! Here I &s;tand! and there's my Hat, <STAGE>(Throws it by.)</STAGE> you are ready <HI>Jacky?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. R.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, Sir! come on!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>And there's my Wig you Dog: <STAGE>[Flings it in his face, and di&s;arms him.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>S'Death and Hell! Sir! you don't think I'll take this?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>The Major draws his Sword, and &s;eizes the Money.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tum! Tum! dum, <HI>&amp;c.</HI> <STAGE>(Sings carele&s;ly.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="43" REF="26">
<SPEAKER>Young Raki&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dammee! Sir, I expect fair Play for the Money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tum! Tum! dum. <STAGE>Keeping him off with his Sword.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Judgment! Gentlemen is this Fair?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>L.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Faith <HI>Jack</HI> all that I can &s;ay to the Bu&s;ine&s;s is &mdash; that the Old Gentleman has been too hard for thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gent.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay you were Di&s;arm'd that's certain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(Looking his Son in the Face.)</STAGE> Tum! Tum! dum! <HI>&amp;c.</HI></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(Pockets the Money.)</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here! Waiter, what's to pay? <STAGE>(Out of Humour.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Bill here for the Gentleman! Sir, my Humble Ser|vice to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I don't care for Drinking.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter a Waiter, with a Bill, and a Letter.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wait.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here's a Letter for your Lord&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Who brought it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wait.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Footman below, my Lord.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Bid him &s;tay.&mdash; <STAGE>(<HI>Exit</HI> L. <HI>Lov.</HI>)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here you, &s;tay and take your Reckoning, who&s;e Mo|ney's this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gent.</SPEAKER>
<P>It's my Lord <HI>Lovemore</HI>'s, Sir, and there's mine</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why how now <HI>Jacky?</HI> What Melancholy! I find thou art a true <HI>Engli&s;hman,</HI> always dull at the Payment of a Reckon|ing. &mdash;Well! Hang-dog in con&s;ideration of &s;ome late Mis|fortunes, I don't much care if I Treat thee to Day.&mdash;There.&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>(Exit Waiter.)</STAGE>
<P>Tum! Tum! dum! <STAGE>(Going away Singing.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Rak.</SPEAKER>
<P>So! I find he is re&s;olv'd to carry off the Money! S'Death, I'll try if I can bully him into Compo&s;ition: &mdash; Hark you, Sir, if you are not in extraordinary ha&s;te, may I beg the Favour to know whither you are a going?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why do'&s;t thou ask my Dear Smock-face?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e, Sir, I have &s;ome Rea&s;on to believe it may be to my Lady <HI>Manlove</HI>'s, and let me tell you, Sir, it won't be convenient: For I am going thither. <STAGE>(Surlily.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(Pau&s;ing.)</STAGE> Ha&s;t thou nothing el&s;e to &s;ay to me? Bra&s;s! Humh!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="44" REF="27">
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>If you do go, Sir, Perhaps you may repent it: For in Plain Terms&mdash;I &s;hall not care to &s;ee you there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma</SPEAKER>
<P>Very Good!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You will di&s;turb us, Sir.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Di&s;turb you! Humh!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then I &s;hall grow angry, Sir.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shalt thou!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I hear, Sir, you make Pretences there.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do'&s;t thou!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>And I advi&s;e you as a Friend to give 'em o're.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(Pau&s;ing.)</STAGE> Say no more, my little <HI>Jacky.</HI> <STAGE>(Going.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I have a great deal more to &s;ay. <STAGE>(Stays him)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Why then, Sir, I won't bear a Rival in my Love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is this all? is this all? You dear Blu&s;hing Rogue you?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(Pinching his Cheek.)</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>In &s;hort, Sir, I find your Good Nature, and my For|tune are &s;o very low, that I am re&s;olv'd to Marry her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>To Marry her? very Good! &mdash; Now, but upon condi|tion I will give thee back this five Hundred Pound, Thou wilt renounce all claim to her, is not it &s;o my little <HI>Jacky?</HI> Come! &s;peak, you dear Rogue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Why look you, Sir, in con&s;ideration, that you are my Father,&mdash;and a Gentleman, that I have a Kindne&s;s for, make it a Thou&s;and Pound, and I'll have no more to &s;ay to her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Thou&s;and Pound, my little <HI>Jacky?</HI>&mdash;Wilt thou 'ba<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e me nothing?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I am always at a Word, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>At a word, my little <HI>Jackey!</HI> Nay, then, for a quiet Life d'ee &s;ee, I will give thee&mdash; I will give thee &mdash; let me &s;ee! What &s;hall I give thee?&mdash;I'll give thee! I will give thee&mdash; <STAGE>(Pau&s;es.)</STAGE> The Devil a groat, my little <HI>Jackey.</HI></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Exit Ma.</HI> &amp; <HI>Gent.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>So! Now may I go hang my &s;elf: &mdash; 'S Death! is there no way to be reveng'd of this old Fellow? &mdash; Ha! &mdash; Igad my Lady <HI>Manlove</HI> has given me Incouragement! Her Joynture's worth two Thou&s;and Pound a Year, be&s;ide the Guardian&s;hip of her Son. Let me &s;ee! Here's Revenge, a good E&s;tate, Marriage, and an old Woman all together in one Di&s;h: Now to con&s;ult my Stomack a little! Revenge is a pretty hollow
<PB N="45" REF="27"> Bit, that's the Truth on't, and two Thou&s;and Pound a Year is well enough for a young Fellow to piddle upon: But then agen, Marriage is Hell, and an old Woman the Devil. &mdash; Humh! Igad, and &s;o is any Woman after a Months Po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion. Pox on't, I'll ev'n humour my good Fortune, and pur&s;ue her, and &s;o dear Daddy look to your Hits: Old! why &s;o: much the better! wou'd &s;he were Four&s;core! For Igad upon &s;econd Thoughts, when a Man is to be noos'd, who the Devil wou'd complain to be ty'd up in a rotten Halter. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Re-enter</HI> Lord Lovemore <HI>with the Letter open.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Confu&s;ion! Is this the Proof he gives me of his Innocence? But I'll not leave a Thought un&s;atisfied. Here! Waiter.</P>
<STAGE>Enter a Waiter.</STAGE>
<P>Where's the Fellow, that brought this Letter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wait.</SPEAKER>
<P>He is here, my Lord.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Leonora<HI>'s Servant.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come hither Friend, to whom had you Orders to give this Letter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ser.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Letter, my Lord!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why this Letter from your Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ser.</SPEAKER>
<P>O dear, I brought a Letter to Mr. <HI>Longville,</HI> I hope your Lord&s;hip has not open'd it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>This Fellow told me, 'twas for me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ser.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Lord I am undone! As I hope to be &s;av'd, my Lord, I only ask'd if your Lord&s;hip was here: Becau&s;e my Lady charg'd me not to give it Mr. <HI>Longville</HI> before your Lord&s;hip: Why did not I bid you give the Letter to Mr. <HI>Longville?</HI></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>to the Waiter.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wait.</SPEAKER>
<P>I beg your Pardon, my Lord, I under&s;tood him your Lord&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ser.</SPEAKER>
<P>O dear! I &s;hall be turn'd away! Pray, my Lord let me have the Letter again, I'll try to &s;eal it! O! I am ruin'd, what &s;hall I do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Fear not, I will take care of thee, it requires no An|&s;wer.
<STAGE><PB N="46" REF="28"><HI>Exeunt.</HI></STAGE> Ha! There's yet another Proof behind, &s;he tells him here &s;he will meet him at Mrs. <HI>Siams,</HI> according to his fir&s;t Appointment. There will I wait for him: If he keeps his word!&mdash;If! Why do I doubt it? Does not every Circum|&s;tance convince me that he will? O there is no &s;ecurity in Man! Here might the World expect that I &s;hou'd cur&s;e my Stars, and raging vow Revenge: But I (&s;o &s;oft is my relenting Nature) cou'd weep to &s;ee how Men can damn them&s;elves: But what's impo&s;&s;ible to Womans Eyes? Had he not lov'd, he might have &s;till been Hone&s;t: For he has given me Proof, in Danger and Di&s;tre&s;s, both of his Courage and Fidelity: But now with one infectious Glance of a re&s;i&s;tle&s;s Woman, his tainted Soul breaks out in an ungrateful Villain, and a Coward.</P>
<Q><L>Men may a thou&s;and ways their Virtue prove,</L>
<L>Yet &s;till be counterfeit, when touch'd with Love.</L></Q>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</DIV3>
<TRAILER>The End of the Third Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<PB N="47" REF="28">
<HEAD>ACT. IV.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>The Scene, Lady <HI>Manloves</HI> Hou&s;e.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Lady</HI> Manlove, <HI>and Father</HI> Benedic.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>MAdam vat you tell&agrave; me abote your Son, is one ver' glorieu&s;e Action: You &s;all 'av&egrave; your Revard in the toder Varle: For vidout doubte de be&s;t vay to di&s;po&s;e of your &s;hile is to pote 'im in de vay to Heav'n.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why truly Father, I always had Inclination to the Church: But you mu&s;t know Sir, I found my Son <HI>Johnny</HI> had naturally a quick Wit, therefore I knew a good Education wou'd &s;poil my De&s;ign: Now Sir, that nothing might be wanting on my &s;ide, I have taken care to breed him at a pri|vate Country School; and notwith&s;tanding the natural dulne&s;s of his Ma&s;ter, I gave him a particular Charge to keep him in Ignorance: For I all along de&s;ign'd him for a Churchman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! Dat is vel, Madam! Ma foy! Sometime d'Ig|norance in de Prie&s;t&egrave; is ver nece&s;&s;arie to &s;upport de Cau&s;e of de Shur&s;h: Vor ven de Pai&s;ant &s;ee dat de Prei&s;t&egrave; doe him&s;el of b'leive All de My&s;terie of de Religion, den de Pai&s;ant vil b'lei|v&agrave; too. Bot&egrave; ven de Prie&s;t be Vi&s;e Man, neider de Prie&s;te nor de Pai&s;ant beleiva noting at all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed, Father, 'tis a great Misfortune to the Church, that the wicked Layity can't be confin'd from belie|ving according to their erroneous Rea&s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! you &s;ay ver vel, Madam! Ma foy it vu'd be moch great deal better for de Shur&s;h, if dey hade no Rai&s;on at all! Vell! but Madame vere is your Sone?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>He is making him&s;elf ready for his Journey: Pray Sir, let me beg of you to u&s;e your utmo&s;t Authority: For you'll find him a &s;tubborn Creature, and very hard to be kept under.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="48" REF="29">
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>Me warr', Madame! lette me alone, lette me alone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Really Sir I am almo&s;t a&s;ham'd to give you all this Trouble! Pray accept of the&s;e fifty Pieces, as an Earne&s;t of my Acknowledgments.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! Fi! Madame, de Shurch no take de Money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, dear Sir, I won't be refus'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>Umh! Vell! Madame, if you plea&s;e mee vill byy your Son&egrave; &s;ome Book&agrave; <STAGE>(takes the Pur&s;e.)</STAGE> Vere is he, Madam&egrave;, vere is he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Putting on his Boots below Sir: The young Rogue is &s;o fond of being on Hor&s;eback, that nothing will &s;erve him but riding Po&s;t to <HI>Harwich.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dat is vell, Madame, me vill goe putte on my Boot&agrave; too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear Sir, I am afraid, that riding &s;o hard will Di&s;compo&s;e you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! Madame! Note at all! Ven de Prie&s;te doe un|dertake to Promote de Cau&s;e of de Shur&s;h, he always goe vip, and &s;purr, vip, and Spurr, like de Diable. &mdash; Adieu Madam. <STAGE>Exeunt &s;everally.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Ma&s;s Johnny <HI>ready dre&s;s'd for his Journey, and</HI> Lettice <HI>following him in Tears.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma&s;s Johnny,</SPEAKER>
<P>What doe&s;t thee dangle after me for?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well Squire, I knew the Time, when you wou'd ha' been glad that I wou'd ha' follow'd you: But I find now you never lov'd me. <STAGE>Cryes.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>It's a Lye!&mdash;I did love you, &s;o I did!&mdash; and &s;o I do &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>And can you have the Heart to leave me then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Remember the back Clo&s;et up two pair of Stairs, young Gentlewoman&mdash;Yaah! you cou'd &s;quall lowder then, when I did but offer to &s;ee, whether you Garter'd above Knee, or no.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why I don't Garter above Knee, you may feel here then? <STAGE>&s;obbing.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>What do I care? I won't feel there, I'll feel which way I plea&s;e, or I won't &s;tay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="49" REF="29">
<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Squire! You are mi&s;taken in me, I am not &s;uch a one neither, I'll die before I'll be your Whore.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I will be Hang'd, before I will be your Fool.&mdash; Why <HI>Dick!</HI> why doe&s;t not get the Hor&s;es ready?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall not leave me then.&mdash; <STAGE>She hangs upon his Arm.</STAGE> If you will &s;tay, I will be kinder to you: Do but try me, till to morrow: I won't cry out no more, indeed now: You &s;hall tye my Garter, where you plea&s;e, if you won't go.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will you let's Bu&s;s you then? <STAGE>(Surlily.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes! in a civil way. <STAGE>(Ki&s;&s;es her.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well! But will you Promi&s;e to love me now? and be free with a Body?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll love you, as long as I live, if you won't leave me. <STAGE>(crys.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well! well! what do you whawle for?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am &s;ure 'twu'd break my heart to part with you! Pray, dear Squire don't go!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>What d'ye keep &s;uch a Baaling for? I tell you, I won't go.&mdash; Let's Bu&s;s you agen.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Lady</HI> Manlove <HI>&s;eeing them, &s;tops at the Door.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>What's here? my young Rogue, and that Impu|dent Quean in clo&s;e Conference? &mdash; I'll ob&s;erve 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>J.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>But will you promi&s;e to Marry me to Day, if I won't go?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>So! <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry you! ay! Poor Fool! You may be &s;ure on't. <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE> But won't you for&s;ake me then, and u&s;e me ill?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>J.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I tell you, I won't u&s;e you ill, you Fool you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O! I han't Patience, the Rogue's ju&s;t Ruining my De&s;ign!&mdash;Why, how now, Sirrah! what are you doing there? &mdash;and you Mrs. <HI>Flirt!</HI> I'll teach you to Debauch my Son! I will you Stinking Jade you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>What d'ee &s;trike her far, Mother? what d'ee &s;trike her far? You &s;han't &s;trike her no more. <STAGE>Inter po&s;ing.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>How! Sirrah! &s;hall not &s;trike her? you Sawcy Rogue! I will fell you to the Ground.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wu'll yee?&mdash;I'll try that&mdash; <STAGE>[He holds her Hands.]</STAGE> Now &s;trike me to the Ground? Can't you? <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">et's &s;ee you &s;trike me now? <STAGE>[They &s;truggle.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="50" REF="30">
<SPEAKER>Lett</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>[A&s;ide.]</STAGE> What an Unfortunate Di&s;covery was this? to be caught ju&s;t as we had agreed upon Articles: But however I don't fear him, for I know he will Marry me now, if it be only to contradict his Mother &mdash; Dear Squire don't an|ger my Lady &s;o! Pray, Sir, let go.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, if &s;he will be quiet, with all my Heart, I don't meddle with her. <STAGE><HI>[<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ets go his hold]</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O! O! the Rogue has &s;prain'd my Arms, I &s;hall not be able to &s;tir 'em this Twelve Month.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am glad to hear that; Then I &s;hall have a Ce&s;&s;ation of Double-Fi&s;ts this Twelve-Month.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>M.</HI> J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look you, Mother, I am &s;orry &s;or't, I did not de&s;ign you no harm, not I: But why &s;hou'd you offer to &s;trike the Poor Girl &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>M.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah, what's that to you, how dare you ju&s;tifie her?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why may be I have a Kindne&s;s for her, what then! and look ye, Mother, to tell you the Truth, indeed I do think you ought to be acquainted with the Bu&s;ine&s;s, you mu&s;t know I&mdash;I de&s;ign to marry her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>M.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>And dare you tell me this to my Face, Sirrah?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J:</SPEAKER>
<P>Why how &s;hou'd I tell it you behind your Back:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>M:</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah! How dare you think of &s;uch a Thing? You Jackanapes!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Don't 'ee caal me Names, Mother, Don't 'ee caal me Names: But if I do think on't how can I help it? And Pray why &s;hou'd not I think on't as well, as you? I &s;uppo&s;e you thought of a Husband, and why &s;hou'd not I think of a Wife? You have had your &s;winge already! Ico'd my Vather was noa Flincher, was not I born of your Body pray, and why &s;hou'd not I get &s;ome Body upon &s;ome Body el&s;e's Body?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>M.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Was ever heard &s;uch Impudence! Sirrah! I &s;hall turn over a new leaf with you: Your Governour &s;hall know, what a wicked Rogue you are! I'll make him fley your Back-&s;ide for you!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>I don't believe you will! Ico'd, an' he meddles with me, I may chance to lay him upon his Back: He fley my Back|&s;ide! He! Ki&s;s&mdash;won't he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>M.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>So Sir! this is very fine Language!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Lettice,</HI> do you &s;lip away into my Chamber, and I will come to you pre&s;ently &mdash; <STAGE>Exit Lettice.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="51" REF="30"><HI>Enter Father</HI> Benedic <HI>Booted,</HI> &amp;c.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>M.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O Father! I am glad you are come, your Pupill here, my Son <HI>Johnny,</HI> has been making Love to one of my Impu|dent Maids, tells me to my Face, he will marry her, he won't go his Journey not he!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lett&aacute; me alone; lett&aacute; me alone; Come, come, Ma|dam, 'is bettre to give him de good vard: &mdash; How you do, Young Gentleman; 'ow you do? me fall be ver' Glade to 'ave de care of you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, and you had be&s;t have a care of me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>You no feara dat; Dat is ver' vell: Now you be one good &s;hile. <STAGE>(Pats him on the Head.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>What d'yee Tap me oth' Head for. <STAGE>(Surlily.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! mee lo&s;e you, Maitre <HI>Jeanny,</HI> mee lofe you.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Chucks his Chin.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let my Chin alone wu'll yee? <STAGE>Strikes away his Hand.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>Vat you mean! &s;trikea mee! Vat you mean? mee &s;all 'ave de Vip for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who's that you will have the Whip for? You Log|gerhead you? Who will you have the Whip for, ha!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Doubling his Fi&s;t.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>Loggerhate! Jernie Bleu! Vat is dat Loggerhate?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may go look! it's &s;uch a Fool as you are.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>De Fool! a ha! me onder&s;tanda dat ver' vell! you call&aacute; mee de Fool! Humh!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why don't you hear I do Dunderpate?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dunderpate! Je vous Prie, Madame, vat is dat Dunderpate?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O! a very Scurrilous Name, Sir, won't you break his Head for't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! lett&aacute; me alone, Madam: Ecoutes, Maitre Jean|ny: Vat vill you &s;ay, if vor de Loggerhate, vor de Fool, and vor de Dunderpate, me &s;all give you, one, two, tree &s;lap of d' Shops. Maitre <HI>Jeanny,</HI> Humh?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why I &s;ay if you give me &s;uch another word, I may chance to wipe you cra&s;s the Jaws?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ver' vell! vere is de Reverance you 'ave vor my Per&s;onne?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="52" REF="31">
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Lord Sir! I do Sir-reverence your Per&s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>Allons, dono ask&agrave; me de Pardonne, ask&agrave; me de Pardonne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ask your Pardon for what? for what? Can you tell you Owle you? Ask your Pardon&mdash; Here give the poor Boy his Hat!&mdash;There! Now I ask your Pardon &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>He &s;trikes off his Hat, and Periwig, and di&s;covers the Circle upon the Prie&s;ts Head.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(&s;taring upon him)</STAGE> A hey! What a dickens have we got here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! Que Grande Malheure! vat &s;all me doe? Il &agrave; Decouver in a Couronne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Undone! Ruin'd! I &s;hall never get the Rogue to go now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>J.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(to F. B.)</STAGE> Pray Sir, What Trade are you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>He is no Trade Sirrah: But a Civil &s;ober Gentleman, that I have prevail'd with to be your Governour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>M.</HI> J.</SPEAKER>
<P>He my Governour! What to make a Papi&s;h of me? Look you Mother, as for Religion d'ye &s;ee? Truly &mdash; I can't well &s;ay what I am of: But Ico'd this I know, that I won't be a Papi&s;h; It's a hard Ca&s;e, if a Man mu&s;t go to the De|vil, he &s;han't take out his Sins in what &s;ort of Wickedne&s;s he plea&s;es: For my part I'll e'en go the way of the Fle&s;h, I am re&s;olv'd the Spirit &s;hall not carry me, Ico'd I won't be Prie&s;t-ridden thither: Not but I believe this &s;ame Gentleman knows the Road as well as a <HI>Dover</HI> Po&s;t-hor&s;e: But I am not &s;o hot upon that Journey, and &s;o I will pull off my Boots, d'ee &s;ee.&mdash; Tall! lall! lall! <STAGE>(He &s;its down to pull off his Boots, and &s;ings.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You impudent young Ra&s;cal! How dare you offer to pull off your Cloaths? Sirrah! I'll have your Bones broken, I'll make you change your Tune.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>M.</HI> J.</SPEAKER>
<P>No! you &s;han't! Tall, lall, lall!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;awcy Rogue! do you laugh in my Face! I'll whip your Eyes out. <STAGE><HI>She offers to take</HI> F. Benedics <HI>Whip.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>No trouble your &s;elf, Madame! letta me alone! &mdash; <STAGE>(<HI>to</HI> M. J.)</STAGE> Allons! pote on your Boote, Maitre Jeanny!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(looking in his Face.)</STAGE> Tall, lall, lall!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>Vat is dat ta, la, la, la! Me &s;ay pote on your Boote!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Smacks his Whip.</STAGE>
<SP>
<PB N="53" REF="31">
<SPEAKER><HI>M.</HI> J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, it's no matter for that, I won't change my Tune! Tall, lall, lall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold Father, don't be too &s;evere: I find there is no Dealing with him; we mu&s;t even try what fair Words will do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ma Foy! Madam&mdash; me beleiva dat is de be&s;t vay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Man.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Johnny! My dear <HI>Johnny</HI> don't be &s;o wilful! Prithee mind what I &s;ay to thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why ay, Mother, now your Note's alter'd d'ye &s;ee, I don't care if I do change my Tune.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now thou art a dear Child! Come, that's my good Boy, prithee put on thy Boots agen; &s;ee! Here's Mony for thee: Thou &s;halt have every thing thou can&s;t ask for.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>M.</HI> J.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE> Say you &s;o: Ico'd then I'll &s;erve you a rare Trick: That Money will buy <HI>Lettice</HI> a pure Topping to her Wedding Cloaths. Why look you Mother! Becau&s;e you give me good words now, if you'll give me that Pur&s;e, d'ye &s;ee! and make Vather Baald Pate walk down &s;tairs, I will put 'em on agen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>But will you promi&s;e me to go your Journey too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pooh! I will, I tell you.&mdash;Why don't he go?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(He &s;its upon the Floor to put on his Boots.)</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear Father, don't let us cro&s;s him in this good Humour: Pray be gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>F. Ben.</SPEAKER>
<P>Vid all mine 'art, Madame, Maitre Jeanney me be your ver' humble Servant. <STAGE>(exit.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why do&s;t thou &s;it upon the Floor <HI>Johnny?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pooh! What does it &s;ignifie? &mdash; Where's the Pur&s;e, Mother?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's a good Child: Put on the t'other Boot, and thou &s;halt have it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;hah! &mdash;Why there 'tis!&mdash;You &s;ee what 'tis to be Civil to a Body.&mdash;So! Now give's the Money.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>While &s;he talks to him, he &s;teals a Gimlet out of his Pocket, and fa&s;tens her Gown to the Floor.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, but will you promi&s;e to get on Hor&s;eback, as &s;oon as you have it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>What d'ye think I wou'd tell you a Lye, Mother, and look you in the Face o' this Manner?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's my dear Boy, there 'tis to do what thou wilt with.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="54" REF="32">
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(Ri&s;es and pulls off his Boots agen.)</STAGE> Tall, lall, lall!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>How now! What does the Fool mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Fool, no Fool Mother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>You wicked Villain, I'll&mdash; <STAGE>(Offering towards him, &s;he is held by her Gown.)</STAGE> Ha! What's here! Hark you Sir|rah! Rogue! What's the meaning of this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, that's becau&s;e you &s;hou'd not follow me! Look you, Mother, always tye a mad Bull to a St&agrave;ke! tall, lall!&mdash; and there's my Tune agen for you now. Tall, lall, lall!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit &s;inging.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Was ever Woman plagu'd with &s;uch a &s;tubborn Ra&s;cal? What &s;hall I do&mdash; <STAGE>(endeavouring to free her &s;elf.)</STAGE> O! how the Rogue has ramm'd it in? &mdash;Who's within there? If I live I'll be reveng'd! I'll marry the lewde&s;t Fellow about Town, nay the mo&s;t notorious Rogue of a Lawyer, but I'll keep his E&s;tate from him.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter a Servant.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<P>Major <HI>Raki&s;h,</HI> Madam, and his Son de&s;ire to &s;peak with you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>They cou'd not take me in a Better Time, neither of 'em &s;hall want Encouragement; Here, Prithee undo this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Dear, Madam, this is Ma&s;ter <HI>Johnny</HI>'s Gimlet, I am &s;ure, it is the very &s;ame, that he tackt Mrs. <HI>Triffle,</HI> and Par&s;on <HI>Waggi&s;h</HI> together with.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>M.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Where is the Rogue? did you &s;ee him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Madam, he ju&s;t now put Mrs. <HI>Lettice</HI> into an Hackney-Coach.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>And did he go with her?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, Madam, he is &s;ome-where about the Hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>If he offers to go out, be &s;ure you Dog him, and bring word immediately.&mdash;Go, bid the Gentlemen walk up.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<P>They are here, Madam. <STAGE>[Exit Servant.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter the</HI> Major, <HI>and</HI> Young Raki&s;h.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, your mo&s;t Humble Servant: Odsbu'd! It is a Month &s;ince I ki&s;s'd your Ladi&s;hips Hands. <STAGE>(<HI>Offering towards her</HI> Y. Ra. <HI>&s;teps before him.</HI>)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="55" REF="32">
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>It's an Age, Madam, &s;ince I did; therefore, as a long ab&s;ent lover, ought to do it fir&s;t. <STAGE>(Catches her Hand.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>M.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O Dear, Sir, I'll &s;wear you Hurt me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can there be harm in &s;uch a Tender Gra&s;p of Love? Madam, your Raging Charms bound like a Rowling Deluge o're my Soul, and choak me with Exce&s;s of Pa&s;&s;ion! Ah! the very Pangs of Death are on me, I beat and &s;truggle like a Drowning wretch for life, and the&s;e my la&s;t Convul&s;ions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Uumh! <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE> Well, I really believe I might have &s;atisfacti|on enough in &s;uch an Husband, without con&s;idering the Plea|&s;ure of Revenge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(to Maj.)</STAGE> Will you make it a Thou&s;and Pound, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Oones you Dog, I'll lay your Head upon both your Shoulders. <STAGE>(<HI>Apart to</HI> Y. Raki&s;h.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(<HI>Turning quick to</HI> L. <HI>Ma.</HI>)</STAGE> O take me to that Healing Bo&s;om, wrap me in the warm folds of Love, feed me with the Balmy Sweets, that flouri&s;h there, give me new life, and nur&s;e me to an Infant Dotage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE> O! I &s;hall Faint, I am not able to contain my &s;elf!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>[<HI>Softly to</HI> Y. Rak.]</STAGE> <HI>Jacky,</HI> Thou &s;halt have an Hundred Guineas, Prithee, let her alone, my Dear Boy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>[<HI>Starting back he jo&s;tles the</HI> Maj.]</STAGE> Where am I? Sure 'tis Ely&s;ium! For Mortal Fle&s;h, cou'd never feed &s;o high, I &s;ur|feit with Delight: my Soul's all over Bli&s;s: my Ravi&s;ht Sen&s;es ake with Plea&s;ure, and I grow faint with Gazing.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>[Throws him&s;elf on her Bo&s;om.]</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>O I die: I die: <STAGE>[A&s;ide.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Jacky,</HI> my Dear <HI>Jacky,</HI> thou &s;halt have five Hundred Pound.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Thus let us ever live; thus ble&s;t with one Perpetual Round of Circling Plea&s;ure, &s;till Fainting with Exce&s;s of Love, and waking &s;till to new Reviving Joys.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Ounds, how the Rogue has di&s;&s;olv'd her?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;ee, Sir, what Po&s;ture my Affairs are in: No|thing but a Thou&s;and Pound can forbid the Banes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say'&s;t thou &s;o my little <HI>Jacky?</HI> <STAGE>[Steps between 'em, and Draws.]</STAGE> Then there lies your way, down Stairs Dog: go, get you gone, Sirrah.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="56" REF="33">
<SPEAKER>L. Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, for Heav'ns &s;ake, what do you mean?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>[<HI>Holds the</HI> Major.]</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O don't be frighted, Madam, I'll tell you the Bu&s;i|ne&s;s&mdash; You mu&s;t know, Madam, there is a Young Lady here in the <HI>Pallmall,</HI> of a Prodigious Fortune, whom it &s;eems my Father here, po&s;itively de&s;igns I &s;hall marry, or he will di&s;in|herit me; and &s;o let him, Madam, if he plea&s;es, for my part, I confe&s;s my Soul, and Blood, Madam, are intirely Devoted to your Ladi&s;hip; and if I were to die upon the &s;pot, Madam, I &s;olemnly declare, Madam, I wou'd not renounce one tittle of that Etern<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">l Pa&s;&s;ion I have avow'd for your Ladi&s;hip's mo&s;t inde<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> Perfections. <STAGE>[Bowes, and Ogles her.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Umh! <STAGE>[A&s;toni&s;ht.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O Fye! Sir, This is mo&s;t inhumane to force your only Son to marry one he can't love: Come, Sir, for my &s;ake &s;pare him: Pray put up your Sword.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Madam, for your &s;ake d'ee &s;ee I&mdash;I will &s;heath my Indignation: But by the Plea&s;ure of Drinking all this is a more Notorious lye than ever came out of the mouth of an <HI>Iri&s;h</HI> Evidence:&mdash;But now, Madam, to the Bu&s;ine&s;s I came for: Look you, Madam, if you and I make a match, d'yee &s;ee; you mu&s;t expect every ten Months for the fir&s;t &s;even years Twins, Madam,&mdash;I always get Twins&mdash;That whelp's a Twin, Madam, and the Product of my Juvenile Recrea|tions.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>[Young Raki&s;h <HI>all this while makes Love in dumb &s;hew behind the</HI> Major<HI>'s Back.</HI>]</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>M.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Let me die! But this is Irre&s;i&s;tibly Per&s;ua&s;ive.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am very Proud, Madam, your Ladi&s;hip likes what I &s;ay to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Well, I &s;wear, Sir, you have &s;uch a way&mdash; and &s;uch a Son.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, I have a Thou&s;and Pound a year clear E&s;tate; no Children in the world but this Boy here, I &s;hall drink him dead in a Fortnight, and then, Madam, after my death the Thou|&s;and Pound a year's your own for ever: How &s;ay you, Madam, do you like of it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="57" REF="33">
<SPEAKER>L. Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, Sir, But now let me hear your Sons Propo&s;als.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;hah! a Beggar! a Poor Dog, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, 'tis true, I have not one Groat in the World, have no hopes of any thing: For the very moment that I mar|ry you, I am &s;ure to be di&s;inherited: Madam, as a Friend, I beg you to believe this true, for I cou'd &s;ooner die, than cheat you with a Pretended Fortune. <STAGE>[Kneels.]</STAGE> But if the Raging Violence of an Humble Pa&s;&s;ion have any Merit in the Eyes of Virtue, then &s;trow your Pity here, and rai&s;e me with a kind Reviving Hope.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a Tongue the Dog has? <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Dear, Sir, Pray ri&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;hah, Madam, words; words! meer air; Odsbu'd, I have an Argument in my Pocket, that u&s;es to convince a Wo|man &s;ooner than all the Poetical Raptures in Chri&s;tendom. Look you, Madam, the only certain Proof of a Lovers Pa&s;&s;ion is, when he parts with his Money: <STAGE>[Takes out a Pur&s;e.]</STAGE> Therefore, as an Earne&s;t of my Affection, give me leave to lay this five hundred Pound at your Feet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Which when you marry, Sir, you know, will be your own agen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold your Peace, Sirrah: There, Madam, di&s;po&s;e of it at you plea&s;e. <STAGE>[Gives it into her Hand.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O Dear, <HI>Major,</HI> this is an Extravagant Piece of Gal|lantry! &mdash; Je&s;u! How heavy it is&mdash;Pray, Sir, do me the Fa|vour to hold it for me: <STAGE><HI>Gives it</HI> Yo Ra.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(<HI>Leering upon the</HI> Major.)</STAGE> &mdash;Tum! Tum! Dum!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(Sings, and walks about.)</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t murther the Dog! I mu&s;t murther him. <STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE> Oones! Madam! I cou'd have held it for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE> But not &s;o fa&s;t, as I &s;hall.&mdash;Tum! Tum! Dum!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>I was in hopes, Madam, you wou'd have made a Better u&s;e of the Money!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O Dear, Sir, can I expre&s;s my Concern for you, a better way, than by being kind to your Children.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, Madam, but not to my Rival.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! Igad a good thought comes into my Head: look you, Sir, if you'l give me leave to &s;peak a word or two in pri|vate with this Lady, I will immediately convince you, that in her di&s;po&s;ing of this Money &s;he has had no other Con&s;idera|tion than your Intere&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="58" REF="34">
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>What can he mean? <STAGE>[A&s;ide.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why thi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> might be done <HI>Jacky,</HI> if I cou'd but per&s;uade my &s;elf to tru&s;t thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Why, Sir, you &s;hall not tru&s;t me out of your &s;ight.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Humh! &s;ay'&s;t thou &s;o, my little <HI>Jacky?</HI> Nay, then I do give thee leave.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, if you plea&s;e&mdash; <STAGE>Takes her to one &s;ide o'th' Stage.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Ma&s;s</HI> Johnny <HI>Behind.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>Jo.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>So! <HI>Lettice</HI> is &s;afe enough now, and I co'd let 'um lock me up an' they can.&mdash; Hey day! who have we here?&mdash; I find my Mother has a Colt's Tooth left yet, I warrant the&s;e are a couple of Suitors now! &mdash;Ico'd, I will put in with 'um&mdash; Sir, your Servant: <STAGE>[To the Major.]</STAGE> What don't 'ee know me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Know thee? Prithee who art thou?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>Jo.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Who bee I&mdash;why I bee&mdash; I bee&mdash;I co'd I don't know what to tell him, not I&mdash;why I be Mother's Zon, don't 'ee zee what I bee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay my Dear Lad, I &s;ee very plainly what thou art: But want to know who thou art? Who is thy Father, Child?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>Jo.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Who?&mdash;I have ne're a Vather at all.&mdash;But I be|lieve I &s;hall have &s;hortly: For I &s;ee my Mother there is provi|ding for her&s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! thy Mother? What! is thy Name <HI>Johnny?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. Jo.</SPEAKER>
<P>May be it is &mdash; What then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why then very &s;hortly thou wilt be my Son-in-Law.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M Jo.</SPEAKER>
<P>May be not&mdash; That's as I &s;hall like you, may be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Odsbu'd, you young Rogue, I'll Bu&s;s you into Good Humour. <STAGE>[<HI>The</HI> Major <HI>offers to Ki&s;s him, and he &s;truggles.</HI>]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M Jo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me alone, be quiet, w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">'ll yee? You &s;ha'nt Bu&s;s me. <STAGE>[Ki&s;&s;es him.]</STAGE> Ptah&mdash; <STAGE>[Spits.]</STAGE>&mdash;What a Plague do you Slaver one &s;o for? You my Vather in Law? Yes, &s;o you &s;hall; Ico'd I'll do your Bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>[<HI>To</HI> Y. <HI>Ra.</HI>]</STAGE> Why really, Sir, if this be true, I mu&s;t needs own he is a very Barbarous man to u&s;e his only Son at this Rate: If you think I can &s;erve you by Farthering this Inno|cent Revenge, Sir, you may command me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. Jo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hark you, Mother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O you wicked Rogue, are you there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="59" REF="34">
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lord, don't 'ee be angry, Mother, I come to talk with you about Bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O pray, Madam, give the Young Gentleman leave to &s;peak however.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. Jo.</SPEAKER>
<P>A good &s;ort of a Civil Gentleman; I may chance to do him a Kindne&s;s for this, I'll a&s;&s;ure you, Sir, I will, if I can. I am Good Natur'd enough, when People are Civil to me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Well, what have you to &s;ay, Sirrah?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. Jo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say,&mdash;why I under&s;tand that this Old Soldier here, is a Sutor to you, and to tell you the Truth, I don't like him: He is a &s;trange Hurly-Burly &s;ort of a man, he has Bu&s;s'd and Sla|ver'd me here, whether I wou'd or no, and has Prickled my Face, till my Eyes are all of a water.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You Sawcy Rogue is this your Bu&s;ine&s;s? Know then Sirrah, that this Gentleman &s;hall be your Father-in-Law, if he plea&s;es: Come, Sir, if you dare tru&s;t your &s;elf alone with me, I have &s;omething to propo&s;e to you from your Son, that very nearly concerns the Happine&s;s of us both!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Odsbu'd! Madam, you over-joy me! But has that Dear Dog put in a word for me at la&s;t then? has he? <HI>Jacky!</HI> Thou Dear Son of an Happy Dog of a Father: Bu&s;s me you Whelp, you Dear Ba&s;tard! Bu&s;s me&mdash;Od! I will remember thee for this my little <HI>Jacky!</HI> Odsbu'd I will!</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(<HI>Exit with L.</HI> Man.)</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall give you cau&s;e I believe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. Jo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lord! Sir! How can you let him Slaver you &s;o! Don't it make your No&s;e tingle! Odsfi&s;h! he is gone away with my Mother too!&mdash; Shall I fetch her Back agen, Sir? Ico'd, an' you &s;ay the word I'll do't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>No! No Squire let him alone, he will be little the better for't.&mdash; A good &s;ort of an impudent Face this Young Dog has, he may be u&s;eful, I'll &s;trike in with him. <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. Jo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, Sir, been't you a Suitor to my Mother?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay Squire! What do you think of me for a Father-n-Law?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>J.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ico'd I like you very well! Better by half than that Old Soldier. What a Duce do you let him take her a&s;ide &s;o for?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! it's a De&s;ign I have in my Head, Squire.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. Jo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay Sr; But do you know what De&s;ign &s;he may have in her Hea<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> look you, Sir, I mean you well, I wu'd not have
<PB N="60" REF="35"> you tru&s;t her too far neither, Ico'd you don't know her, Sir, you don't know her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well! Squire, I am oblig'd to you for your Good meaning, and in return will acquaint you with my De&s;ign up|on that Old Soldier.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. Jo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Aye!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t know then. &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. Jo.</SPEAKER>
<P>But hark you, Sir; Pray by the way who is that Old Soldier?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Only my Father, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. Jo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hoh! hoh! Ico'd then I find you eare no more for your Father, than I do for my Mother. Well Sir, but pray go on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>About an hour hence, Squire, I &s;hall privately marry your Mother, who in the mean time, by my Allowance is to flat|ter the Old Gentleman with the &s;ame Hopes, and (to revenge a &s;evere Quarrel I have to him) is to appoint him a meeting (ju&s;t when our Marriage is over) at a Friends Hou&s;e of mine, where I &s;hall have a Publick Opportunity to laugh at his Di&s;appoint|ment, and invite him to my Wedding Supper.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. Jo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ico'd, that's well enough! O Dear Sir, &s;hall not I beg the Favour of you to get the Par&s;on to do me a &s;mall Job too? Od! I have a Tight young Girl here hard by that I have a main mind to be married to!&mdash;Sir&mdash;won't you &s;peak a word to him to tack us together a little?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>How Squire! to tack you together! whom have you advis'd with in this Bu&s;ine&s;s? Who is it, you have a mind to marry? are you &s;ure &s;he is fit for a Wife?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>I don't know Sir, but I am &s;ure &s;he is fit for an Husband.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! Igad! there can be no harm in tying the Young Rogue of a Slipknot! This was a lucky Di&s;covery, &s;omething may be made on't. <STAGE>(A&s;id)</STAGE> Well! Squire, I'll do all I can to &s;erve you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>M</HI> Jo.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Dear Sir! I am mainly oblig'd to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, I won't only lend you my Par&s;on, but my Money too: Nay, my very Cloths; Igad I will make a Gentleman of you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>M.</HI> Jo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wu'll, ye Sir? O law! <STAGE>(Overjoy'd.)</STAGE> Ico'd t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">en my Mo|ther &s;hall make a Fool of me no longer&mdash;Sir, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s I hope to be to be married, I had rather call you Vather, t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">at any man in Cur&s;endome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>P'&s;ha! Pox! I'll be a Brother to the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">an: <STAGE>(Hugs him)</STAGE> Prithee call me hone&s;t <HI>Jack,</HI> we'll Smoak an<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Whore, and Roar, and take a Bottle together.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="61" REF="35">
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is your Name <HI>Jahn?</HI> why my Name's <HI>Jahn</HI> too! Ods|zooks! that's brave, hone&s;t <HI>Jahn!</HI> How is't Boy? Dammee. <STAGE>(&s;truts.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why that's well &s;aid, Boy! Igad! thou &s;wear'&s;t like a Gentleman already.&mdash;Come, my little Rake! Now let's take one cheering Flask before the Par&s;on does his Bu&s;ine&s;s; then get Drunk, break Windows, mawle the Watch, and Bed our new married Wives in the <HI>Round-hou&s;e.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ho! Boys! God a marcy Brother-Father-in-Law. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Olivia, Emilia, <HI>and</HI> Leonora. Triffle <HI>putting on her Hood and Scarf.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>There you mi&s;take me Madam, 'tis my Amazement, not my Jealou&s;ie, that brought me hither: I own I do wonder why Mr. <HI>Longville</HI> &s;hou'd di&s;appoint me: But never can &s;u&s;|pect his Honour. Speak to her <HI>Emilia,</HI> for I want Temper to conceal my Fears. <STAGE>(<HI>a&s;ide to</HI> Emi.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Call a Chair there. <STAGE>(to a Servant.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then you will go Madam?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am preparing for it, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>One &s;erious Que&s;tion more, and I have done, Madam: Do you really expect to meet my Brother at Mrs. <HI>Siams?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Je&s;u! Madam I can't imagine why you &s;hou'd que&s;tion that, after this Lady has confe&s;s'd he has already di&s;appointed her: But to &s;atisfie you, he expects me this very Moment, he is now at Mrs. <HI>Siams,</HI> &mdash; or my Servant lyes, that dogg'd him. <STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE> Look you Madam, I don't de&s;ire you to believe one word I &s;ay: But if this Lady and you will give your &s;elves the trouble to go thither, I fancy you will find him there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>In&s;upportable. <STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE> Really Madam, you have an Admirable Talent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope Madam, I have not been guilty of any ill Breeding.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>O fye! Madam, all that you do is with a very Court-like Air: You are re&s;olv'd to &s;tand it out I &s;ee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>W<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">at is't you mean, Madam?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mean, the groundle&s;s Jealou&s;ies your Malice now wou'd rai&s;e between my Brother, and this Lady &mdash; He love you! You will as &s;oon per&s;wade me you de&s;erve it, Madam I know, that in '<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">is Soul he &s;corns you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not &s;o much as I &s;corn Revenge; I dare &s;ay, had I been fond of a Triumph, Madam, I might have had it in a Publick
<PB N="62" REF="36"> Wedding. <STAGE>(<HI>Mr.</HI> Longville <HI>offer'd it.</HI>)</STAGE> But out of Friend&s;hip to this Lady, and your &s;elf, I have been content to marry him in Private. I'll out-face this ob&s;tinate Devil, tho' I forfeit my Revenge for't. <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>How Madam, my Brother married to you! to you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>To me this Morning, Madam, Si&s;ter I may &s;ay. <STAGE>(Mildly.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>Si&s;ter! <STAGE>(Angryly.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter a Servant.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ser.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here's a Chair Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ladies your Servant, I &s;hall expect you at Mi&s;tri&s;s <HI>Siam</HI>'s. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ol.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, have I lived to &s;ee this Day? Oh, I am de&s;picable now! I &s;hall be pointed at; the publick Merriment of malicious Tongues: Thou wer't my Friend <HI>Emilia;</HI> why did&s;t thou not tell me of my Weakne&s;s, that I was Credulous, Conceited, vainly Fond to think my Ea&s;ie Love cou'd fix the Faithle&s;s Temper of a Man. But thou alas! wer't &s;oft believing Wo|man, like me unskill'd in Injuries: Therefore in fear of none, ea&s;ily deceiv'd by every &s;how of guil'd Virtue; married! per|fidious Man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>Believe it not <HI>Olivia!</HI> Come! we'll follow <HI>Leonora:</HI> let his own words, nor hers condemn him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ol.</SPEAKER>
<P>You wou'd not have me &s;ee him &s;ure!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>I wou'd not have you puni&s;h him unheard: For, oh! I know his Innocence, tho' now o'er-ca&s;t, will &s;hortly break the&s;e &s;ullen Clouds, and gild you with a &s;miling Joy: Alas! my dear Jealou&s;ie's the Di&s;ea&s;e of Love, a Pain &mdash;
<Q><L>Which fir&s;t, or la&s;t all Lovers mu&s;t endure:</L>
<L>But none can &s;peak the Joys, that wait the Cure. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></L></Q></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<TRAILER>The End of the Fourth Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<PB N="63" REF="36">
<HEAD>ACT. V.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>The Scene, an Indian Hou&s;e.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Longville <HI>is di&s;covered looking on his Watch.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon</SPEAKER>
<P>I Wonder why <HI>Olivia</HI> comes not, the Time's expir'd, and I am unwilling to fail in my Promi&s;e to my Lord <HI>Love|more,</HI> who I know will be upon the Rack till I have perform'd it: But I'll have patience; For I am &s;ure her Genero&s;ity, tho' late will furni&s;h me with an Occa&s;ion. &mdash; Come! Mrs. <HI>Siam,</HI> what new Indian Toys have you? <STAGE>(He goes to the Counter.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Leonora <HI>Mask'd at a Di&s;tance.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Longville,</HI> here fir&s;t! 'tis, as I cou'd wi&s;h! &mdash; hark! I hear &s;ome body &s;tealing up &s;tairs! <STAGE>[She looks out.]</STAGE> Ha! muffl'd in a Cloak! O! for a Glimp&s;e of him! &mdash; My Lord <HI>Lovemore,</HI> as I live! his Di&s;gui&s;e tells me what he comes for, and I hope mine will help me to an&s;wer his Expectation: My fir&s;t Care mu&s;t be, by &s;ome &s;eeming Accident to let him know me: my next to tell this Wretch (who mu&s;t not know me) &s;ome for|mal Story, that may oblige him to make &s;uch An&s;wers as may rea&s;onably incline my Lord to think him&s;elf the Subject of our Di&s;cour&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>[<HI>She goes to</HI> Longville, <HI>and talks with him in her Mask.</HI>]</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Lord</HI> Lovemore <HI>in a Cloak.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>So Punctual! Ha! that mu&s;t be <HI>Leonora</HI> 'tis her &s;tature!
<STAGE>(Leonora <HI>turns back, pretending to wipe her Face, and gives Lord</HI> Lovemore <HI>a &s;ight of it</HI>)</STAGE> By Heav'n 'tis &s;he!&mdash;I &s;aw her Face!&mdash;Wu'd I had never &s;een it!&mdash;Or cu'd but Dream agen the Promis'd Raptures of her Virtue: For there was Plea&s;ure in the Vi&s;ion, infinitely &s;urpa&s;|&s;ing what we ta&s;te in any waking joy: O! there is no Happi|ne&s;s but in Eternal &s;leep! Ha! <STAGE>[<HI>Ob&s;erving</HI> Lon <HI>and</HI> Leo.]</STAGE> Do
<PB N="64" REF="37"> I not &s;leep? Rather let me think, that this is all a Dream! 'Tis liker far, Amazing! Incoherent, and Unnatural!&mdash; I find I am but a &s;tranger to the World, another man perhaps wou'd wonder at my Amazement! Suppo&s;e I &s;hu'd &s;urprize him now ith' very act of Fal&s;hood? Will he not &s;ink into the Earth with &s;hame? mu&s;t not his Con&s;cience burn him up with Blu&s;hes? I &s;hu'd re&s;ent this U&s;age, and I will; But, as a brave man ought, De&s;pi&s;e him for his Treachery, and forgive it all! Nay more! I'll do a Friends la&s;t Duty, and wound him with the tenderne&s;s of my Re&s;entment: But &s;tay!&mdash;lay hold on all Advantages! &s;omething may be gather'd from their Di&s;cour&s;e&mdash;I'll ob&s;erve 'em. <STAGE>(Lon. <HI>comes forward with</HI> Leo.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE> Who the Devil can this be, that is &s;o fond of Acquainting me with her Circum&s;tances?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then you advi&s;e me as a Friend never to &s;ee him more?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! It mu&s;t be me they talk of. <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;uppo&s;e, Madam, you can't expect to be Extraordinary well us'd if you do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, I am &s;ure he loves me &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I hope not, Madam. <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hang it I believe my be&s;t way to &s;ilence his Re&s;entment, will be to write him a Civil Letter to acknowledg the &s;everity of my Revenge, and beg him for his own &s;ake never to &s;ee me more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>For my own &s;ake, that I never will. <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>P'&s;ha! Damn her Revenge, what is't to me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>What think you of it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>O the be&s;t thing in the World, Madam, I'd advi&s;e you to &s;tep into the next Room, and do it immediately.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(Pre&s;&s;ing her to go.)</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well! you will peru&s;e it for me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay! ay! any thing to &s;erve you</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE> VVith your Throat: I hope, Sir, you have en|danger'd it to &s;erve me: I'll &s;tep a&s;ide, and let the Mi&s;chief work, I &s;ee it lowring yonder in that Brow. <STAGE>Leonora <HI>retires.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I'll &s;urprize him now, while <HI>Leonora</HI> is withdrawn: Not knowing that I have &s;een her Face, po&s;&s;ibly he will &s;wear it was no &s;he he talkt with!&mdash; Are you at lei&s;ure, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lord <HI>Lovemore!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>What is't you &s;tart at?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="65" REF="37">
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>To &s;ee you here, in this Di&s;gui&s;e! you frown, my Lord!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Fye! that were to confe&s;s my Anger: Doe&s;t thou think thy &s;elf beneath it? I &s;mile upon thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I under&s;tand you not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>When &s;aw you <HI>Leonora?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Morning, I am not a&s;ham'd to mention it: But why &s;hou'd that di&s;turb you now? I thought an Hours time was given me to clear my &s;elf, it is not yet expir'd my Lord.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I can't think you'l keep your word with me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I don't u&s;e to forfeit it, nor do I think it I &s;hall, if no Misfortune cro&s;s me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Has <HI>Leonora</HI> told you &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Explain your &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>If you were that Enemy you have profe&s;s'd your &s;elf to <HI>Leonora,</HI> I cannot think at &s;uch a time as this, you wou'd meet her here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who dares affirm it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;aw her here, this moment &s;aw her here with you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then &s;he was here with me, when I &s;aw her not, &mdash; next time, my Lord have better Proof e're you condemn &s;o near a Friend as I am; you &s;aw perhaps a Woman talk with me in a Mask, who I believe might know me: For &s;he &s;eem'd fond of ma|king me her confident, I li&s;tned to her till her impertinence had quite tir'd my curio&s;ity: And this Woman I &s;uppo&s;e your Jea|lou&s;ie has taken for <HI>Leonora.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Whom did you take her for?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>A &s;tranger! I know her not, nor ever care to &s;ee her more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! take heed! for if I prove thee in a lye, it will be then di&s;honourable to talk with thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Speak lower: while we are unheard, my Friend&s;hip teaches me to bear, but my impatient honour will be ju&s;tified.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Honour! Doe&s;t thou not blu&s;h to name it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lord, it is not well to bear thus far upon my Friend|&s;hip, if you wu'd have me think your meaning hone&s;t, I do de|mand a Rea&s;on for this U&s;age.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(Amazing.)</STAGE> But that I cannot give my Eyes the lye, I &s;hu'd my &s;elf believe thee wrong'd: But to confound thee in one word, give me a living rea&s;on, why I &s;ee thee here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Long.</SPEAKER>
<P>I came to meet <HI>Olivia</HI> here, by her own Appoint|ment.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="66" REF="38">
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>S'Death and Hell; you will not tell me 'twas <HI>Olivia</HI> you now talkt with!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mean it not, <HI>Olivia</HI> has not yet been here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Why then are you here &s;o Early?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e <HI>Olivia</HI> charg'd me, as I priz'd her Quiet, not to fail a minute: Be&s;ides the time has been expir'd almo&s;t this half Hour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Confu&s;ion! why is not &s;he here then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have a moments Patience, and I'll &s;end to her to know the rea&s;on, in the mean time, my Lord &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Away! now thou condemn'&s;t thy &s;elf, thy dull In|vention's tir'd, and thou wants time to give it breath.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>This from another man wou'd urge me to a fatal An|&s;wer: By Heav'n now I wou'd not have you credit me! No! go on! be ob&s;tinate, believe the gro&s;&s;e&s;t things of me your Ma|lice can &s;ugge&s;t, I will not offer more to clear my &s;elf till De|mon&s;tration &s;hakes her head, and makes you blu&s;h for the&s;e un|friendly wrongs.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(Pau&s;ing.)</STAGE> I know not why I &s;hu'd: But a re&s;i&s;tle&s;s Curio&s;ity tempts me to &s;ee how far thou wilt drive this: Prithee be &s;incere, by Heav'n if there's yet a way in nature left to clear thy Innocence: I here engage my Honour, as far as mortal Pa|tience can to wait the i&s;&s;ue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Had you &s;aid this &s;ooner, &s;ome words my Lord, might have been &s;par'd between us: But I have done, <HI>Olivia</HI> now &s;hall &s;peak for me; her Pre&s;ence &s;hall convince you where I have gi|ven my heart: That <HI>Leonora</HI> ever had my &s;corn, as now, I hope &s;he has yours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Thou talk'&s;t with &s;uch a calm indifference, I dare not yet re&s;olve where I &s;hall fix my Thoughts.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>No matter where my Lord, let 'em Rove, a moments. Patience will recall 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I am &s;atisfied. <STAGE>[They part.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Re-enter</HI> Leonora <HI>Behind.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! I cou'd run mad, that &s;ubtle Devil has talkt him into Rea&s;on. What can it be that &s;tays <HI>Olivia</HI> thus? &mdash;Were &s;he here, her Re&s;entment wu'd confirm his Jealou&s;ie, and bring the mi&s;chief to perfection. Ha! Fortune &s;ends her to my Wi&s;h! Now to prepare her.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="67" REF="38"><HI>Enter</HI> Olivia, <HI>and</HI> Emilia: (Leonora <HI>&s;tops them at the Door.)</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! <HI>Olivia</HI> here too? what can this mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(to Olivia.)</STAGE> There he is, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oliv.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! <HI>Emilia</HI> help me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now Ladies I hope you are &s;atisfied, what Intere&s;t I have in Mr. <HI>Longville.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis impo&s;&s;ible! I'll not believe it &s;carce &s;hu'd he him|&s;elf confe&s;s it; this is &s;ome Trick! he is impos'd on! wrong'd! ba&s;ely wrong'd, I am &s;ure 'twill prove &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oliv.</SPEAKER>
<P>Excu&s;e him not <HI>Emilia!</HI> I'll &s;hut my &s;elf from all the World, and never &s;ee the face of Friend agen. <STAGE>(Going.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be not too Ra&s;h, Dear <HI>Olivia,</HI> hear him &s;peak fir&s;t: If he is not able then to clear him&s;elf, may all the Puni&s;hments his Perjury de&s;erves be mine, if I not joyn with thee to hate and &s;corn him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay! Madam! Pray &s;tay to examine him however, not that it will be to any Purpo&s;e, for to my knowledge he will deny our Appointment, or that he has &s;o much as &s;een me here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay then I mu&s;t believe he has not, Madam; I'll have the Truth from him <STAGE>Emi. <HI>goes to</HI> Lon <HI>and</HI> Oli. <HI>turns away in tears.</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE> Poor harmle&s;s Thing, how it frets; I have rais'd her to my Ends. Now let her go on, while I &s;tand by and laugh to &s;ee her forward my Revenge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE> When will my Di&s;traction end! <HI>Emilia</HI> thinks her Brother wrong'd! <HI>Olivia</HI> weeps to &s;ee him Perjur'd! I prov'd him guilty! And yet he &s;tarts to hear him&s;elf accus'd, while <HI>Leonora</HI> leaves him unconcern'd: I dare not leave him till the&s;e Contradictions are Unravell'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Riddle's this, <HI>Emilia?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>How Brother a Riddle! Indeed I griev'd at fir&s;t to find you here! But now cou'd weep to &s;ee you ju&s;tifie your Crime.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away&mdash;this Mirth's unplea&s;ing now, where's <HI>Olivia?</HI> <STAGE>(He leaves her.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE><HI>(to</HI> Emi. <HI>a&s;ide.)</HI></STAGE> Is not your Ladi&s;hip well? Madam, will you plea&s;e to make u&s;e of my Spirits?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fury!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Ladi&s;hip's Humble Servant, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(to Oliv.)</STAGE> If either may, Madam, I have mo&s;t rea&s;on to complain: For I have expected you here this Half-hour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="68" REF="39">
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Me! Did you expect me here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not with &s;uch Di&s;plea&s;ure in your Eyes, I mu&s;t con|fe&s;s, Madam: But I have with great impatience waited here for your Commands.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oliv.</SPEAKER>
<P>You dare not ju&s;tifie it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>You cannot doubt it, Madam,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oliv.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Audacious In&s;olence is beyond Re&s;entment, from you it &s;trikes my Thoughts with Horror!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Anger, Madam, is a Double Rack, while you con|ceal the Crime, that has de&s;erv'd it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oliv.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is then the Repetition of your Guilt &s;o plea&s;ing? Ba&s;e Man! why did you &s;end &s;o fair an An&s;wer to my Letter, when at the &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">me time you had re&s;olv'd to meet another Woman here? Was it not enough to wrong me by an abhor'd Abjurance of your Vows: But you mu&s;t Barbarou&s;ly expo&s;e me to the Triumph of an in&s;ulting Rival!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, you confound me, what Rival?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oliv.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away! I have heard, and &s;een too much already; Reputation bids me fly you now, Farewell Ungrateful Wretch, and may the &s;hameful memory of my wrongs lye Rooted in your <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">eart for ever.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yet &s;tay, and hear me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oliv.</SPEAKER>
<P>Never.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, Madam! before you go, give me leave to in|graft my wrongs with yours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(a&s;ide.)</STAGE> It ripens now!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! My Lord <HI>Lovemore</HI> here! This mu&s;t be Combi|nation: But I am re&s;olv'd to find the Truth before we part: Tho' ev'n my Brothers guilt, or what's yet wor&s;e, her hateful Triumph &s;hu'd confound me. <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(Emi. <HI>locks the Door, un&s;een, and takes out the Key.</HI>)</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>I read Re&s;entment in your Eyes, my Lord: Out with it! For while Amazement makes me tame, I can bear it all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Madam! <STAGE>(to Oliv.)</STAGE> to ju&s;tifie that Re&s;entment, or to clear the Sacred Honour of a Friend, I beg you faithfully wou'd re&s;olve me one Que&s;tion: Was it by your de&s;ire, or commands, that Mr. <HI>Longville</HI> came to meet you here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>So far from that, my Lord, that 'tis the only Place on Earth, I wi&s;ht he might avoid.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Now, Sir! If my Jealou&s;ie has wrong'd you, let it
<PB N="69" REF="39"> appear before this Lady, if not from this Moment let Eternal Enmity divide us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE> Ha! ha! ha! Poor Soul he is Dumb! Now my Revenge is perfect, and &s;o poor! ea&s;ie! cheated! Jealous Fools! Farewell! <STAGE>(She offers to &s;teal out, and finds the Door la&s;t.)</STAGE> Ha! the Door lockt! Confu&s;ion! I am betray'd! &s;ome Devil has counterplotted me; &s;hou'd <HI>Longville</HI> know me my Revenge is lo&s;t: No matter I am above his Anger, and am &s;till &s;ecure in this, I'll bravely face 'em to the la&s;t. <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>One word more my Lord, and I &s;ubmit: But &s;ince my future Peace depends upon your An&s;wer, I beg you wou'd di|rectly give it me, without the lea&s;t Enquiry, on what A&s;&s;u|rance I demand it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I'll an&s;wer you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then give me in&s;tantly an hone&s;t Proof, that you have &s;een me here with <HI>Leonora?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Hell! and Furies! Is this your Que&s;tion?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, my Lord, your Promi&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis true, and there's my An&s;wer. <STAGE>(<HI>Pointing to</HI> Leo.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>There! how! where, my Lord?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Why there! there! <HI>Leonora</HI>'s there! That's &s;he.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(Leo. <HI>&V;nmasks.</HI>)</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(Amaz'd!)</STAGE> Ha! &mdash;Nay then! There's the Devil has bewitcht us all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>What can this Amazement mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why are you &s;urpriz'd Brother? Did not you know that was <HI>Leonora.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash; Not I! by all my Hopes of Happine&s;s! I took her for a &s;tranger, and as &s;uch have ignorantly convers'd with her: &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now <HI>Olivia!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ol.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am amaz'd! what can this mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>That this Lady, I pre&s;ume, can be&s;t inform us: Ma|dam, I confe&s;s, I ought not to expect a Favour from you: But yet there's &s;omething might be done for both our Honours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I have nothing to &s;ay to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, I &s;corn the low Revenge of a publick Triumph: But for your own &s;ake hear me: I freely own for all you have done to me. I have given you a &s;evere Occa&s;ion: But yet I hope the World, and you will pardon me: I knew you lov'd my
<PB N="70" REF="40"> Friend, and griev'd that nothing but my expo&s;ing you never cou'd wean him from your Eyes: Now &s;ince every Circum&s;tance convinces me, that tho&s;e A&s;per&s;ions I now lie under are but the Continuance of your ju&s;t Revenge, if you'll but clear my Honour by a generous Acknowledgment of what you have done to ruine me; you bind us all to an Eternal Secrecy, and me in any Honourable Command to &s;erve you with my Life.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear Madam, cannot this Goodne&s;s move you to an Act &s;o ju&s;t; nay, and &s;o Glorious too for you? For no one &s;ure can hear your Story told, but mu&s;t confe&s;s your Wit inimita|ble, and your Revenge uncommon: No Tongue can &s;peak its Prai&s;e like yours, who&s;e Art fir&s;t rais'd it to &s;uch a Wondrous Height.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, I read your &s;ecret Triumph in your Eyes: But I am above your little Spleen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam you wrong my Thoughts, what I askt of you, I was ready to receive as a real Obligation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then, Madam, expect none from me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, then Madam, we mu&s;t talk on Equal Terms; Now, my Lord hear me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold Brother, fir&s;t let me &s;peak: You are the &s;u&s;pected Criminal, and thus I charge you. &mdash; About Two a Clock this Afternoon <HI>Olivia,</HI> and I vi&s;ited my Lady <HI>Manlove,</HI> where we had a full Account from a Gentleman, of your late Quarrel with my Lord <HI>Lovemore: Leonora</HI> &s;mil'd at our Intel|ligence, and to our Amazement, wou'd per&s;wade us, that you were really my Lord's Rival in her Love; adding withal, that you had lately offer'd Marriage to her: Nay, and to give us a more convincing Proof of it; &s;he de&s;ir'd, that we wou'd &s;ee her write to you, which &s;he did, and &s;how'd us the Letter, wherein &s;he appointed you a Meeting in half an Hour, here, at Mrs. <HI>Siam</HI>'s. &mdash; <HI>Olivia,</HI> more out of a &s;portive Curio&s;i|ty, than to &s;atisfie any jealous Thought, begg'd the &s;ame Li|berty, and &s;he likewi&s;e appointed you to meet her in the &s;ame half Hour at her Father's.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Letters both were &s;ent: But our Amazement yet continues: <HI>Olivia</HI> is di&s;appointed, and we have found you here with <HI>Leonora:</HI> Now, you are free to an&s;wer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then Truth's in Labour of my Innocence, and thus &s;he
<PB N="71" REF="40"> is deliver'd, there's my An&s;wer. <STAGE><HI>(He produces</HI> Olivia<HI>'s Letter.)</HI></STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ol.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! what's here, my Lord, <HI>Emilia!</HI> &s;ee, here's the Witch|craft that has wrong'd us all! my Hand counterfeited by <HI>Leonora</HI> in my own Letter! &s;ee! &s;he has blotted out my Fa|ther's, and interlin'd Mrs. <HI>Siams,</HI> the very &s;ame Place that &s;he had appointed him her &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>What have I done? my &s;hame confounds me! How &s;hall I dare to meet him? <STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ol.</SPEAKER>
<P>But hold! there's one thing yet unan&s;wer'd, if there were no Intimacy between you, and <HI>Leonora?</HI> What Encou|ragement cou'd &s;he have to write to you? What An&s;wer did you &s;end to her Appointment?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>By all that's Sacred, I had no other Letter from <HI>Leonora,</HI> nor any Appointment what&s;oever.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>No, Madam, here I am bound to &s;peak, he never had that Letter, by a pretended Mi&s;take I find it came to me, meer|ly to keep my frantick Jealou&s;ie awake; That brought me hi|ther. <STAGE>(&s;hows the Letter.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ol.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Emilia!</HI> Now I am happy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>O let me embrace my Brother! At this Di&s;covery no|thing but Tears, or Madne&s;s can expre&s;s my Joy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>My dear <HI>Emilia!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(A&s;ide.)</STAGE> &mdash; Lightning part 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ol.</SPEAKER>
<P>But pray, my Lord, how cou'd you expect to find Mr. <HI>Longville</HI> here, when you knew he had not receiv'd the Letter, wherein <HI>Leonora</HI> had appointed him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>'Twas written with &s;uch malitious Art, it left no room for Doubt: For here &s;he &s;ays, &s;he will meet him at Mrs. <HI>Siams,</HI> according to his fir&s;t Appointment: I thought a &s;e|cond Needle&s;s to a &s;ecret Lover, which now with &s;hame I own, I then believ'd him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, then your Jealou&s;ie was ju&s;t my Lord: By Hea|v'n I cannot blame you now: But &s;ince your Temper is re|cover'd, I beg you wou'd confe&s;s your Fears, and give me every Jealous Thought, that wrongs my Honour.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(Emilia <HI>unlocks the Door.</HI>)</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>By Heav'n, by this dear Embrace I have lo&s;t 'em all: O <HI>Charles!</HI> if thou ha&s;t yet one glowing Spark of Friend&s;hip in thy Heart, pity me, for tho&s;e unwilling Injuries I have done thee, can'&s;t thou forgive me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="72" REF="41">
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not while you ask Forgivene&s;s, that's a Fault I can ne|ver pardon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Wilt thou forget 'em?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why do you remind me of 'em?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>(To <HI>Leo.</HI>) The Door is open Madam!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Di&s;truction &s;eize 'em! Now my la&s;t Hopes of him are lo&s;t: I have nothing le&s;t to hide my &s;welling Heart; but to affect Indifference.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Methinks I have not atton'd thy Injur'd Friend&s;hip, till I have confe&s;s'd before the faithle&s;s <HI>Leonora,</HI> that I am hers no more. &mdash; Now, Madam &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, my Lord, are you going to tell me, you have lately di&s;cover'd a Secret, that all the Town has known the&s;e &s;ix Years, which is, that I never car'd one Farthing for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>This Obligation, Madam, was unnece&s;&s;ary, I needed not this Wit to work me to Indifference.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Leo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor, I, your Indifference to make me angry, your whole Sex is an Eternal Subject for my Spleen: How many wretched Fops have I daily at my Feet, who think them&s;elves much nearer to my Heart, than you: Nay, had you not view'd me with anothers Eyes, you &s;till had been my Slave, your Love had liv'd on Air, and langui&s;ht in an endle&s;s Hope:
<Q><L>But I confe&s;s you bravely this may boa&s;t;</L>
<L>Of all the Fools, that knew me to their Co&s;t,</L>
<L>You are the Fir&s;t, that e'er my Eyes have lo&s;t <STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Leo.</STAGE></L></Q></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>How ea&s;ily are Men deceiv'd in Love? There's not a Vice now reigning in this Woman, but what appear'd to me the happy Conduct of un-erring Virtue: But now the fal&s;e Lethargick Dream is o'er, at la&s;t I have thrown the Reins on Rea&s;on's Neck, and have out-&s;tripp'd the lagging Mi&s;chief far behind me: But here's the careful Guide, that lead me to the Goal! O! <HI>Charles!</HI> How have I wrong'd thy Friend&s;hip, ev'n to the H<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">z<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">rd of thy Life, and Honour? The Crime &s;till hangs upon my faultring Tongue, and Silence &s;peaks my Shame.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is too much, my Lord, but if you needs will over-pay the trifling Debt, let me direct your Friend&s;hip here. [<HI>Tur|ning to</HI> Olivia.] I have a &s;tarving Heart, that long has been this Ladie's Pri&s;oner, here you may exert your Charity: For I per|ceive I owe her more, than faithful Love can pay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>(<HI>To</HI> Oli.) When Lovers are &s;o poor in Merit, Ma|dam,
<PB N="73" REF="41"> Beauty &s;hou'd pa&s;s an Act of Grace, and take the Moiety, that Nature lends us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ol.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lord, I &s;ee no want of Merit in Mr. <HI>Longville.</HI> There needs no more to recommend his Cau&s;e: And &s;ince he has &s;o &s;everely prov'd him&s;elf your Friend, I'll make it not his Intere&s;t to deceive me.&mdash; Mr. <HI>Longville,</HI> if in tho&s;e few Years you have talkt to me of Love, I have been too &s;low in my Returns, impute it not to an in&s;en&s;ible neglect: For I have long &s;tudied, tho' unable, to repay it: And I perceive your Merit's &s;woll'n &s;o high, that I am bound in Prudence now to check the Debt, and let it run no farther, your Conduct has de&s;erv'd my Heart, nor do I dare with-hold it longer, le&s;t I &s;hou'd repent hereafter, that it was given &s;o late.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Goodne&s;s is above the Reach of Mortal Virtue, it &s;peaks Divinity, and like the Ble&s;&s;ings we receive from Hea|v'n &s;hou'd only be return'd in &s;ilent Adoration.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>[Kneels and Ki&s;&s;es her Hand.]</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ol.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ri&s;e, Sir, from this Moment I am yours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Em.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, dear <HI>Olivia,</HI> you are mine too, the Name of Si&s;ter binds us ever.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>This is as it &s;hou'd be, and while my Friend is &s;o, I mu&s;t be Happy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(A&s;ide to Emi.)</STAGE> And now <HI>Emilia,</HI> there is a Blooming Hope for thee, which time can only ripen: Mean while intru&s;t thy heart with me, and be a&s;&s;ur'd thou ne're &s;halt Blu&s;h, when I think fit to part with it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is beyond a Brother's love: Words are but empty Thanks: My Future Conduct be&s;t will &s;peak my Gratitude.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thy Pa&s;t has well de&s;erv'd my Friend&s;hip: &mdash;But no more! Here is Company.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Young</HI> Raki&s;h.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! Dear <HI>Charles</HI> I am Glad I have found you, my Lord, your Humble Servant, I have brought a rare Piece of Di|ver&s;ion along with me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon</SPEAKER>
<P>It never cou'd be more welcome; for all you &s;ee here are Friends.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am glad to hear it: But if you were not, I wu'd en|gage to make you laugh.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the Bu&s;ine&s;s?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Only my Father, and I, that's all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="74" REF="42">
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Why truly that's enough to make one laugh at any time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Dear, is this the Gentleman, that is &s;o free with his Father?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, Madam; But I am the Son of a Father, that is very free with me, the Soul of me, my Plea&s;ures I mean, of all the Vices this Town affords, (and thank Heaven it's pretty well &s;tockt) I can't keep one to my &s;elf for him; He out-does me at my own Weapon, he out-drinks me, out-whores me, out-&s;wears me, out-lyes me, out-wits me, and (which I'll never forgive him) he&mdash;out-lives me too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;hu'd you wi&s;h for his Death! Does not he allow you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Madam, all manner of wickedne&s;s: But the Devil a Farthing to purcha&s;e it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Oli.</SPEAKER>
<P>How can you live without Money?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith I begin to be weary of it, and have this very Hour laid a De&s;ign to bring the Old Gentleman to a Rea&s;ona|ble compo&s;ition: I have Rivall'd him in my Lady <HI>Manlove,</HI> El|bow'd him out of her Favour, and have at la&s;t &s;queez'd him out of five hundred Pound provided I renounce all Title to her In|clinations.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>And have you done it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>For ought he knows I have, and for ought &s;he knows I have not; in &s;hort, I neither de&s;ign to quit the Lady, nor to keep her any longer, than &s;he &s;erves my turn.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;o Man?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>She is now below with my Father choo&s;ing her Wed|ding-Gown, have a little Patience, and the Farce will begin.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>But hark you, <HI>Jack!</HI> have you taken care of her Son, as I de&s;ir'd you? I hope he is not gone to St. <HI>Omers?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, no, I have &s;poil'd him for that Journey, I have Married him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>How?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>No harm, I'll warrant you: &s;ee! here comes my Fa|ther, pray ob&s;erve us&mdash;you'll all &s;tand by me upon occa&s;ion?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omnes.</SPEAKER>
<P>All! all!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>A word with you, <HI>Charles.</HI> <STAGE>[They Whi&s;per.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter the</HI> Major, <HI>with Lady</HI> Manlove.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wi&s;h me Joy <HI>Charles!</HI> Wi&s;h me Joy!&mdash;Hah! my lit|tle <HI>Lovemore</HI> too! Give me thy Hand my Dear Boy! Wi&s;h me Joy my Lad!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="75" REF="42">
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Joy! Of what <HI>Major?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Of a rare Fle&s;hly Feather-bed, you Wag, and two Thou&s;and Pound a Year to wallow in&mdash; Odsbu'd &s;he's a Soucer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Leave it to me. <STAGE>(<HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">o</HI> Y. Ra.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ladies, your Servant, I prote&s;t I little thought to find &s;o much Good Company upon &s;uch a Fortunate Occa&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mayn't we know the Occa&s;ion, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I'll &s;wear, Madam, it's &s;uch a Critical Point I don't know whether my Mode&s;ty will be able to go through with the Di&s;covery.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you plea&s;e to give me leave, Madam, I will help you out a little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay! ay! tell 'em my little <HI>Jacky.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. R.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Ladies, now we are all together, the &s;hort of the Bu&s;ine&s;s is this: This Noble Lady here generou&s;ly con&s;ider|ing my Sufferings under the Tyranny of an Unnatural Father, and being &s;en&s;ible that by rea&s;on of my Indefatigable love to her, I was in a perpetual danger of being di&s;inherited, has out of her abundant Goodne&s;s piou&s;ly con&s;ented to revenge me of the &s;aid Unnatural Father, by this Publick Di&s;appointment of his Hopes, having to his utter confu&s;ion already taken to her loving Husband the Individual Per&s;on of me his lawfully Be|gotten Son&mdash;<HI>John Raki&s;h.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Humh! What is all this? Do you know, Madam? What the Devil is it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>All truth, Sir, to my knowledg, the whole truth, and no|thing but the truth, &s;o take me, <HI>John Raki&s;h</HI> <STAGE>Giving him her hand.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oones, and Hell! I'll chine that Dog to the Navel. <STAGE>Draws.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>O by no means, <HI>Major,</HI> Prithee put up your Sword, you'll frighten the Ladies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee Dear <HI>Charles</HI> let me come at him: O! He is a Bitter Dog! I can't bear him. <STAGE>Trembling with Pa&s;&s;ion.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>P&s;ha! P&s;ha! Prithee be Pacified, if he mu&s;t be run through the Guts, he will de&s;erve it an hour hence, as well as now: Be&s;ides, I wu'd have you hear what he can &s;ay for him&s;elf: you know he does not u&s;e to be Tongue-tied upon the&s;e occa&s;ions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Odsbu'd! and that's true, my little <HI>Charles!</HI> I will hear the Dog, I will hear him,&mdash;and if I am trick'd, I am &s;atisfied I &s;hall have the Plea&s;ure of half a douzen rare impudent Faces, from the unrighteous Ba&s;tard to back his Roguery however.&mdash; Come hither <HI>Jacky.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="76" REF="43">
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Sir!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay! That's the look! Hark you Iron-face! Art not thou. Perjur'd Rogue? Doe&s;t not thou expect to be &s;plit and broild upon the Devil's Gridiron.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>I don't apprehend you, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did&s;t not thou promi&s;e Dog! to renounce all Claim to that Lady, provided I wou'd quit my Title to the five hundred Pound?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, Sir! But I remember what Pains you took at <HI>Loc|ket</HI>'s to day to Cheat me of it: Chaw upon that, and then tell me whether you can blame me for what I have done?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! not in the lea&s;t, my Dear Hell-face! Thou ha&s;t ob|lig'd me to the la&s;t degree by Marrying this Lady here: The lea&s;t I can do now is to &s;ettle my E&s;tate upon thee, which thou &s;halt have with a vengeance, that is to &s;ay I will in&s;tantly make love to her Daughter, offer her my whole E&s;tate for a Joyn|ture, cut off the Intail, get a whole litter of Children, and di&s;inherit you, you Dog!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. R.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look you, Sir, there I forbid the Banes, that Lady is now my Daughter, and I will not have my Family di&s;grac'd, by admitting &s;uch a notorious Rakehell for my Son-in-Law: In &s;hort, your pretences are utterly again&s;t my content, and I po&s;itively declare you never &s;hall have my Ble&s;&s;ing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a Cro&s;s Old Fellow this is now! Oones! I'd give five thou&s;and Pound to make the Whelp my Father-in-law.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. R.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come! come! Sir, for a Great deal le&s;s Money, you &s;hall &s;till make this Lady my Mother in-law.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! &s;ay'&s;t thou, my little <HI>Jacky!</HI> why art thou not Married thou Dear Dog, art thou not Married, Ha! &s;peak?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>So far from it, Sir, that upon condition you will im|mediately &s;ign this Paper, which will intitle me to four hun|dred Pound a year during life, and at your Decea&s;e the re&s;t of your E&s;tate, I am willing this very moment to re&s;ign the Lady <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">o you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ba&s;e Man! you won't offer to &s;ell me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Don't you trouble your &s;elf, Madam, I'le warrant you. And to &s;atisfie you, that my meaning's hone&s;t, the Writing is &s;o Drawn, that unle&s;s you actually do Marry the Lady you are not oblig'd to give me a Groat.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say'&s;t thou &s;o, my little <HI>Jacky?</HI> <STAGE>[He peru&s;es the Paper.]</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Audacious Villain! have you &s;erv'd me thus: I will
<PB N="77" REF="43"> be reveng'd.&mdash;Here <HI>Major!</HI> <STAGE>(Gives him her Hand.)</STAGE> upon condition you never do give that Villain a Groat, I will Marry you this very moment <HI>Gratis:</HI> Nay do but engage to di&s;inherit him before to Morrow Morning, and I h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">re immediately promi&s;e you &s;ix thou&s;and Pound in ready Gold and Jewels, to &s;a|tisfie any Extravagance you &s;hall think fit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>So!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Di&s;inherit, Madam! Odsbu'd your Ladi&s;hips too mer|ciful! An Audacious Rogue! to think I cou'd be &s;uch a Villain to wrong a Lady, Madam, of your un&s;potted Virtue! Ounds! I never heard &s;uch an im|pudent Propo&s;al &s;ince I was born!&mdash;Madam! If he were now at the Gallows with the Knot under his left Ear; nay, if the Word were given for the Cart to drive away, Blood! and Brim&s;tone! I wou'd not part with Eighteen Pence to Reprieve him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>On that Condition I am intir<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ly yours</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ounds! Madam, I'll ruin him within this halt Hour, I'll drive your Revenge quite through his Soul; nay, I'll &s;end for the two Mi&s;chief-makers of the Nation, the Par&s;on and the Lawyer, and make them clinch it on the other &s;ide.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>What the Devil! &s;hall we do now, <HI>Jack!</HI> was ever &s;uch a Di&s;appoint|ment?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Faith! <HI>Charles</HI> &s;he has out trumpt me that's the truth on't: But I cant't lo&s;e all Man, I have <HI>Pain</HI> in my Hand &s;till?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>What do you mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Her Son! her Son, Boy the Rogue has cho&s;en me for his Guardian; He will be here pre&s;ently, I'll manage him to fetch her about I warrant you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Igad that's lucky, I am glad you are &s;ure of a Trick to &s;ave your &s;elf at la&s;t, in the mean time <HI>Jack</HI> try what a Court-Card will do, play your Impu|dence upon them.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Mum!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Now Devil I am reveng'd of you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I fancy not, Madam,&mdash;I &s;uppo&s;e your Ladi&s;hip does not know the&s;e are the Writings of your Son <HI>Johnny</HI>'s E&s;tate, by him the &s;aid <HI>Johnny</HI> this very day &s;toln, out of your Cabinet: which becau&s;e I am his Guardian, I will thus re put into my Pocket.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Mon&s;ter! you his Guardian?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>At your Service, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. M.</SPEAKER>
<P>You dare not tell me &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! I have a great deal more to tell you, Madam, I mu&s;t ha<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e a Thou&s;and Pounds out of your Hands to morrow Morning, to put him and his Wife into an hand&s;ome Equipage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>His Wife!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>His Wife, Madam&mdash;&s;he has had as good an Education as your Lady|&s;hips Service cou'd afford.&mdash;<HI>Lettice</HI> I think her Name is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Undone! Undone!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! Madam! What's the matter now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! My Child's ruin'd for ever!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>That's as you plea&s;e, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>L. M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">n.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;ays the Mon&s;ter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>That your Son, Madam, &s;hall not be ruin'd; provided you will promi&s;e me not to Marry that old Fellow there, unle&s;s he &s;igns my Settlement. In &s;hort, Madam, upon that Condition, I will not only re&s;ign your Son, and his Fortune into your Hands again; but will likewi&s;e engage to find a lawful Expedie t to di&s;anul his Marriage too; which if you don't immediately comply with me &s;hall be an eternal Secre<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">: So ev'n let him &s;quander away his E&s;tate as he plea&s;es, I'll make a &s;hift to glean a hand&s;ome livelyhood out on't I warrant you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, Madam, this is a very generous Propo&s;al: Now if your Son's ruin'd, you are the occa&s;ion of it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ol.</SPEAKER>
<P>We all intreat for him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, I be&s;eech you don't name it: I'll not believe a word he &s;ays, I dare &s;wear this is all &s;ham, a poor Pretence o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ly to get his Ends of me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="78" REF="44">
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oones, Madam! You have nick'd it: But if it were true, let me alone to manage him, I know him by Experience: Why, the Dog had the Impu|dence t'other day to ask me to lend him Fifty Pound, and in le&s;s than a quar|ter of an hour I brought him down to three and &s;ix Pence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>No! no! Devil! I will hear of nothing but Revenge. <STAGE><HI>a&s;ide to</HI> Y. Ra.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Nay then, Madam, it's time for me to provide for my &s;elf; here comes one I an<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> ure will &s;tand by me.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Ma&s;s Johnny <HI>with</HI> Lettice, <HI>and a Gentleman in a Par&s;ons Habit.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tall, lall, lall! <STAGE>(&s;inging.)</STAGE> A hey! Where's Brother Father-in Law?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hah! my little &s;prig of Lewdne&s;s, how doe&s;t thou?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>Joh.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>How do I? why I am Married Boy! How &s;hou'd I do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Give you Joy, Madam! <STAGE>(<HI>Saluting</HI> Lettice.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>What do I &s;ee? Undone! Ruin'd!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Humh! the Par&s;on there too! Nay then Mi&s;chief is not far off.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>Jo.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Well! but hark you <HI>John!</HI> how do my Mother, and you agree, what been't you Married yet?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Lord! Squire, no! nor am not like to be; &s;he is ju&s;t going to be Married to my Father.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>J.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Icod I thought as much! Did not I tell you, you did not know her? Did not I tell you &s;o? look you <HI>Jahn</HI> there are two things &s;he never kept in all her life, that is&mdash;a Fa&s;t day, and a promi&s;e! to my certain knowledge, her word is but wind, and Icod &s;he no more values to break one, than t'other.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well Squire! it &s;hall never trouble me, as long as I &s;uffer upon your account: For to tell you the truth, the real occa&s;ion of her Di&s;carding me was my Friendly Promotion of your Marriage: But there's a very ea&s;ie way to reward my &s;ervice, which is that upon condition my Father will &s;ign this Wri|ting, you will generou&s;ly conde&s;cend to choo&s;e him for your Guardian.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>Jo.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I'll do't an'twere ten times more to &s;erve you: lets &s;ee the Writings, I'll do't Icod.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>There Sir! <STAGE>(Gives him the Writings.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>Jo.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(<HI>to the</HI> Maj.)</STAGE> Look you Sir! You Mr.&mdash;Mr. <HI>Jahn</HI>'s Vather here, I don't know what your Name is not I: But if you think fit d'yee &s;ee! to &s;ign this Paper, I'll make you my Guardian.&mdash;That's all I have to &s;ay to you,&mdash;&s;o take, and look it over.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's &s;ee it my Dear Lad.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, I am &s;en&s;ible a word from you wou'd fini&s;h the Bu&s;ine&s;s, if you will &s;tand my Friend I am &s;till ready to di&s;anull your Son's Marriage.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>[<HI>A&s;ide to Lady</HI> Manlove.]</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Alas! Heav'n knows I wou'd do it were there but a Po&s;&s;ibility of your making your words true.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam! This Gentleman's Word and Honour &s;hall be your Security.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, I will engage for him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Lov.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>And I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Em.</HI> &amp; <HI>Ol.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>And all of us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Well! I find it's in vain to contend with him: Therefore Dear <HI>Ma|jor,</HI> &s;ign it immediately, and from this moment all I have is yours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">j.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O Madam! a word from you wou'd make me do ten times more; for the &s;ix Thou&s;and Pound in ready Gold, and Jewels, runs in my Head con|foundedly, I long to be at it: And as for <HI>Jacky,</HI> I reckon within four or five days I &s;hall nick off this Annuity again at the Groom Porters; and &s;o have at him. <STAGE>(He &s;igns the Writing.)</STAGE>&mdash;So! there <HI>Charles,</HI> <STAGE>(<HI>Gives it to</HI> Longville.)</STAGE> You are engag'd to &s;ee him perform Articles <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> she keeps his word, much good may do him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="79" REF="44">
<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come Squire, are you contented this Gentleman &s;hall Marry your Mother, and be your Guardian?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>Jo.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Yes I be!&mdash;and &s;o let him take my Writings, and pray don't 'ce Cheat me now! It's for <HI>Jahn</HI>'s &s;ake I tell you that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Madam, now to di&s;&s;ipate your Fears, in one word I mu&s;t ac|quaint you, that your Son <HI>Johnny,</HI> and my Brother Elect, is not Married.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. <HI>Ma.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>How not Married! you over joy me, Sir, make it appear, and you &s;hall never want a Friend in me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>Jo.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>What a Devil makes you rai&s;e &s;uch a Lye now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee my Dear Squire don't interrupt us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>J.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I will 'terrupt you then, what do you &s;hove me for? I be Married, &s;o I bee! yes I bee! I bee! <STAGE>(Rai&s;ing his Voice.)</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Silence! Come Mrs. <HI>Lettice,</HI> pray &s;atisfie my Lady, and this Good Company concerning your &s;u&s;pected Marriage with this young Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>Jo.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Ay, ay, do, let her &s;peak, withal my heart Icod! &s;ee! who will Prove the Lyar Mr. <HI>Jahn.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well Squire! &s;ince I mu&s;t &s;peak then, I declare before my Lady, and this Good Company, that I neither am your Wife, nor ever will be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Y. <HI>Ra.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Now Sir, what &s;ay you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M. <HI>Jo.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ay &s;he lyes&mdash;&s;he is my Wife, and you know it well enough, and the Par&s;on knows it too: What a Rope did I give him two Crown Pieces for!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ounds! I don't know what to make of this Bu&s;ine&s;s: One &s;ays ay! and t'other &s;ays no; Prithee Dear <HI>Domine</HI> put us out of our Pain, come An|&s;wer to the Que&s;tion, are they Married, or not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gent.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t confe&s;s, Sir, at your Son's Reque&s;t, I did Mumble over a Par|cel of Words, that &s;atisfied the young Squire, as well as if they had been Canonical: But to convince yon, that it was not in my Power to injure him that way, I am no Par&s;on: But his Humble Servant and Kin&s;man <HI>Ned Friendly.</HI></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>(Throws off his Gown.)</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>L. Man.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mr. <HI>Friendly!</HI> Dear Sir, this was kindly done of you.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, upon my Knees I beg your Lady&s;hip Pardon, I mu&s;t confe&s;s I had like to have married my young Ma&s;ter, had not Mr. <HI>Raki&s;h</HI>'s Care pre|vented it: But he &s;oon convinc'd me, what an unea&s;ie Life I mu&s;t have ex|pected from your Lady&s;hip, and the re&s;t of his Relations: But to &s;atisfie you, Madam, That I never intend to have any Thoughts of him as long as I live, Mr. <HI>Raki&s;h</HI> has been pleas'd to give me his Bond to pay me Forty Pound a Year during Life, provided I immediately leave the Town, and go and live with my Friends in the Country, which I faithfully promi&s;e your Ladi&s;hip to per|form to Morrow Morning; and &s;o dear Squire farewell! Pray wi&s;h me a good Journey, as I do you a better Wife, and many happy days.</P>
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<SPEAKER>M. Jo.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>(half crying.)</STAGE> What will you leave me now? Are the&s;e your Tricks? Pray give me my Pur&s;e agen, &s;ince you won't Marry me, young Gentle|woman, you &s;hall have no fine Cloaths, I'll tell you that! Give me my Pa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters"> wull ye?</P>
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<SPEAKER>L. Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah, let her alone, That Pur&s;e you Purloyn'd from me, and &s;he &s;hall keep it: Nay, to reward her Hone&s;ty, I'll pre&s;ent her with this Ring, as an earne&s;t of my future Kindne&s;s.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Lett.</SPEAKER>
<P>I humbly thank your Lady&s;hip.</P>
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<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>What! And &s;o I am to be cheated out of my Money too! This is all long of you&mdash;Mr. <HI>Jahn!</HI> <STAGE>(crys.)</STAGE></P>
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<SPEAKER>Y. Ra</SPEAKER>
<P>Come! come! Squire don't be troubled, when you want Money, come to me; in the mean time hark you in your Ear: I have as pretty a young Wench in my Eye for you&mdash;She will be in Town in two or three days&mdash; Mum!</P>
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<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">a! What do I care for a Wench! If I can't have her, when I have a mind to it! Here I thought to have had &s;uch a Night on't now! and now the Par&s;on has &s;aid Grace, you tell me I &s;hall go to Dinner a Month hence.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why then, to &s;tay your Stomack, go with me to the la&s;t Act of the Play, and I'll &s;how you one that ne'r deny'd a Man twice in her Life.</P>
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<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay &s;o you &s;ay! But I warrant &s;he will pluck me by the Hair, if I offer to meddle with her.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come! Come! I will &s;tand your Friend, ob&s;erve what I &s;ay to your Mother&mdash;Madam, your Son is &s;en&s;ible of his Error, and de&s;ires your Lady|&s;hip will take him into Favour agen. And from this time he has promis'd never to di&s;obey you.</P>
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<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>No! no more I won't indeed Mother, if you will but let me go with Mr. <HI>Jahn</HI> to &s;ee the Play to Night?</P>
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<SPEAKER>L. Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well be Obedient for the future, and no rea&s;onable freedom &s;hall be deny'd you.</P>
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<SPEAKER>M. J.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Lord! Thank you dear Mother, Icod I am glad we are Friends agen! Lord! I am &s;o glad!&mdash;Won't 'e bu&s;s me Mother. <STAGE>Ki&s;&s;es.</STAGE></P>
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<SPEAKER>Y. Ra</SPEAKER>
<P>So! Now I hope we are all Friends.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well <HI>Majo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">!</HI> Are you &s;atisfied that your Son has Perform'd his Ar|ticles? Shall I deliver him the Writing?</P>
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<SPEAKER>L. Lov.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! By all means! Upon my word <HI>Major</HI> he has de&s;erv'd it.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why the Dog has done &s;omething for't, that's the Truth on't. Tho' I will lay fifty Pound, I have &s;even to four upon it, before to morrow Morning.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well Sir! <STAGE>(<HI>to the</HI> Maj.)</STAGE> Now I wi&s;h you Joy; and thank you for my Settlement, tho' it's an hundred to one but the World will think you have given it me becau&s;e you coud not help it.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Maj.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay! And I warrant <HI>Jackey,</HI> they will be apt to &s;ay too, that thou art as well &s;atisfied as if I had given it thee with a good Will.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Y. Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ay Sir! People will out with their bold Truths now and then; but come Gentlemen, How &s;hall we di&s;po&s;e of our &s;elves this Afternoon? What think you of the Play?</P>
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<SPEAKER>Lon.</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my Heart! And after that, I beg my Hou&s;e may Entertain us; where we'll reflect at lei&s;ure upon the happy Changes in our Fortune: But Yours, and Mine, my Lord, are owing both to the &s;ucce&s;&s;e&s;s Wit of one inve|terate Woman: From whence we may ob&s;erve, that Virtue ever is the &s;ecret Care of Providence: Had <HI>Leonora</HI> been le&s;s my Enemy, I never cou'd have prov'd my &s;elf &s;o near a Friend: Her plotted Injuries to me, are now my Glo|ry, and her own Di&s;honor:
<Q><L>And may the ble&s;t Event this Truth Record,</L>
<L>That Good a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d Evil Actions are their own Reward.</L></Q></P>
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