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Sr Martin Mar-all , OR , THE Feignd Innocence : A COMEDY . As it was Acted at His HIGHNESSE the DUKE of YORK'S THEATRE .

LONDON , Printed for H. Herringman , at the Sign of the Blew Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New Exchange . 1608.

Prologue . FOols , which each man meets in his Dish each day , Are yet the great Regalio's of a Play ; In which to Poets you but just appear , To prize that highest which cost them so dear : Fops in the Town more easily will pass ; One story makes a statutable Ass , But such in Plays must be much thicker sown , Like yolks of Eggs , a dozen beat to one . Observing Poets all their walks invade , As men watch Woodcocks gliding through a Glade : And when they have enough for Comedy , They stow their several Bodies in a Pye : The Poet 's but the Cook to fashion it , For , Gallants , you your selves have found the wit. To bid you welcome would your bounty wrong , None welcome those who bring their Chear along .

The Names of the Persons . Lord Dartmouth . In love with Mrs. Christian. Mr. Moody . The Swash-buckler . Sir Martin Mar-all . A Fool. Warner . His Man. Sir John Swallow . A Kentish Knight . Lady Dupe . The old Lady . Mrs. Christian. Her young Niece . Mrs. Millisent . The Swash-bucklers Daughter . Rose . Her Maid . Mrs. Preparation . Woman to the old Lady .   Other Servants , Men and Women .   A Carrier .   Bayliffs .

The SCENE Covent-Garden .

THE Feignd Innocence : OR Sir MARTIN MARRALL .
ACT. I. Enter Warner solus . Warn .

WHere the Devil is this Master of mine ? he is ever out of the way when he should do himself good . This 't is to serve a Coxcomb , one that has no more brains than just those I carry for him . Well! of all Fopps commend me to him for the greatest ; he 's so opinion'd of his own Abilities , that he is ever designing somewhat , and yet he sows his Stratagems so shallow , that every Daw can pick'em up : from a plotting Fool the Lord deliver me . Here he comes , O! it seems his Cousin's with him , then it is not so bad as I imagin'd .

Enter Sir Martin Marral , Lady Dupe .
La. Dupe .

I think 't was well contriv'd for your access to lodge her in the same house with you .

Sir Mart.

'T is pretty well I must confess .

Warn .

Had he plotted it himself , it had been admirable

[ aside .
La. Dupe .

For when her Father Moody writ to me to take him Lodgings , I so order'd it , the choice seem'd his , not mine .

Sir Mart.

I have hit of a thing my self sometimes , when wiser Heads have miss'd it But that might be meer luck .

La. Dupe .

Fortune does more than Wisdom .

Sir Mart. Nay , for that you shall excuse me ; I will not value any mans Fortune at a rush , Except he have Wit and Parts to bear him out . But when do you expect ' em ? La Dupe . This Tide will bring them from Gravesend . You had best let your man go as from me , And wait them at the Stairs in Durham-yard . Sir Mart. Lord , Cousin , what a do is here with your Counsel ! As though I could not have thought of that my self . I could find in my heart not to send him now stay a little I could soon find out some other way . Warn .

A minute's stay may lose your business .

Sir Mart.

Well , go then , but you must grant , if he had stay'd , I could have found a better way , you grant it .

La Dupe . For once I will not stand with you . [ Exit Warner . 'T is a sweet Gentlewoman this Mrs. Millisent , if you can get her . Sir Mart.

Let me alone for plotting .

La Dupe . But by your favour , Sir , 't is not so easie , Her Father has already promis'd her : And the young Gentleman comes up with 'em : I partly know the man , but the old Squire is humoursome , He 's stout , and plain in speech and in behaviour ; He loves none of the fine Town-tricks of breeding , But stands up for the old Elizabeth way in all things . This we must work upon . Sir Mart.

Sure ! you think you have to deal with a Fool , Cousin ?

[ Enter Mrs. Christian.
La Dupe .

O my dear Neice , I have some business with you .

[ Whispers .
Sir Mart. Well , Madam , I 'le take one turn here i' th Piazza's ; A thousand things are hammering in this head ; 'T is a fruitful Noddle , though I say it . [ Exit Sir Martin . La Dupe .

Go thy wayes for a most conceited Fool. But to our business , Cousin : you are young , but I am old , and have had all the Love-experience that a discreet Lady ought to have ; and therefore let me instruct you about the Love this rich Lord makes to you .

Chr.

You know , Madam , he 's Marry'd , so that we cannot work upon that ground of Matrimony .

La Dupe .

But there are advantages enough for you , if you will be wise and follow my advice .

Chr.

Madam , my Friends left me to your care , therefore I will wholly follow your Counsel with secrecy and obedience .

La Dupe .

Sweet-heare , it shall be the better for you another day : well then , this Lord that pretends to you is crafty and false , as most men are , especially in Love ; therefore we must be subtle to meet with all his Plots , and have Countermines against his Workes to blow him up .

Chr.

As how , Madam ?

La Dupe .

Why , Girl , hee 'l make fierce Love to you , but you must not suffer him to ruffle you , or steal a kiss : but you must weep and sigh , and say you 'l tell me on 't , and that you will not be us'd so ; and play the innocent just like a Child , and seem ignorant of all .

Chr.

I warrant you ' I le be very ignorant , Madam .

La Dupe .

And be sure when he has tows'd you , not to appear at Supper that night , that you may fright him .

Chr.

No , Madam .

La Dupe .

That he may think you have told me .

Chr.

I Madam .

La. Dupe .

And keep your Chamber , and say your head akes :

Chr.

O , most extreamly , Madam .

La Dupe .

And lock the door , and admit of no night-visits : at Supper I 'l ask where 's my Cousin , and being told you are not well , I 'l start from the Table to visit you , desiring his Lordship not to incommode himself ; for I will presently wait on him agen .

Chr.

But how , when you are return'd , Madam ?

La Dupe .

Then somewhat discompos'd , I 'l say , I doubt the Meazles or Small-pox will seize on you , and then the Girl is spoil'd ; saying , Poor thing , her Portion is her Beauty and her Vertue ; and often send to see how you do , by whispers in my Servants ears , and have those whispers of your health return'd to mine : if his Lordship thereupon askes how you do , I will pretend it was some other thing .

Chr.

Right , Madam , for that will bring him further in suspence .

La Dupe .

A hopeful Girl ! Then will I eate nothing that night , feigning my grief for you ; but keep his Lordship Company at Meal , and seem to strive to put my passion off , yet shew it still by small mistakes .

Chr.

And broken Sentences .

La. Dupe .

A dainty Girl ! and after Supper visit you again , with promise to return strait to his Lordship : but after I am gone send an Excuse , that I have given you a Cordial , and mean to watch that night in person with you .

Chr.

His Lordship then will find the Prologue of his trouble , doubting I have told you of his ruffling .

La. Dupe .

And more than that , fearing his Father should know of it , and his Wife , who is a Termagant Lady : but when he finds the Coast is clear , and his late ruffling known to none but you , he will be drunk with joy .

Chr.

Finding my simple Innocence , which will inflame him more .

La. Dupe .

Then what the Lyon's skin has fail'd him in , the Foxes subtlety must next supply , and that is just , Sweet-heart , as I would have it ; for crafty Folks treaties are their advantage : especially when his passion must be satisfi'd at any rate , and you keep shop to set the price of Love : so now you see the Market is your own .

Chr.

Truly , Madam , this is very rational ; and by the blessing of Heav'n upon my poor endeavours , I do not doubt to play my part .

La. Dupe .

My blessing and my pray'rs go along with thee .

Enter Sir John Swallow . Mrs. Millesent , and Rose her Maid .
Chr.

I believe , Madam , here is the young Heiress you expect , and with her he who is to marry her .

La. Dupe .

Howe're I am Sir Martins Friend , I must not seem his Enemy .

Sir John.

Madam , this fair young Lady begs the honour to be known to you .

Mill.

My Father made me hope it , Madam .

La. Dupe .

Sweet Lady , I believe you have brought all the Freshness of the Country up to Town with you .

[ They salute .
Mill.

I came up , Madam , as we Country-Gentlewomen use , at an Easter-Term , to the destruction of Tarts and Cheese-cakes , to see a New Play , buy a new Gown , take a Turn in the Park , and so down agen to sleep with my Fore-fathers .

Sir John.

Rather , Madam , you are come up to the breaking of many a poor Heart , that like mine will languish for you .

Chr.

I doubt , Madam , you are indispos'd with your Voyage ; will you please to see the Lodgings your Father has provided for you ?

Mill.

To wait upon you , Madam .

La. Dupe .

This is the door , there is a Gentleman will wait you immediately in your Lodging , if he might presume on your Commands .

[ In whisper .
Mill.

You mean Sir Martin Marrall : I am glad he has entrusted his passion with so discreet a person .

[ In whisper .
La. Dupe .

Sir John , let me intreat you to stay here , that my Father may have intelligence where to find us .

Sir John.

I shall obey you , Madam .

[ Exeunt Women . Enter Sir Martin ,
Sir John.

Sir Martin Marrall ! most happily encounter'd ! how long have you been come to Town ?

Sir Mart.

Some three dayes since , or thereabouts : but I thank God I am very weary on 't already .

Sir John.

Why , what 's the matter , man ?

Sir Mart.

My villainous old luck still follows me in gaming , I never throw the Dice out of my hand , but my Gold goes after 'em : if I go to Picquet , though it be but with a Novice in 't , he will picque and repicque , and Capot me twenty times together : and which most mads me , I lose all my Sets when I want but one of up .

Sir John.

The pleasure of play is lost , when one loses at that unreasonable rate .

Sir Mart.

But I have sworn not to touch either Cards or Dice this half year .

Sir John.

The Oaths of losing Gamesters are most minded ; they foreswear play as an angry Servant does his Mistress , because he loves her but too well .

Sir Mart.

But I am now taken up with thoughts of another nature ; I am in love , Sir.

Sir John.

That 's the worst Game you could have play'd at , scarce one Woman in an hundred will play with you upon the Square : you venture at more uncertainty than at a Lottery : for you set your heart to a whole Sex of Blanks . But is your Mistress Widow , Wife , or Maid ?

Sir Mart. I can assure you , Sir , mine is a Maid ; The Heiress of a wealthy Family , Fair to a Miracle . Sir John.

Does she accept your service ?

Sir Mart.

I am the only person in her favour .

[ Enter Warner
Sir John.

Is she of Town or Country ?

Warn . aside .

How 's this ?

Sir Mart.

She is of Kent , near Canterbury .

Warn .

What does he mean ? this is his Rival

[ Aside .
Sir John.

Near Canterbury say you ? I have a small Estate lies thereabouts , and more concernments than one besides .

Sir Mart. I 'l tell you then , being at Canterbury ; It was my Fortune once in the Cathedral Church Warn .

What do you mean , Sir , to intrust this man with your Affair thus ?

Sir Mart.

Trust him ? why , he 's a friend of mine .

Warn .

No matter for that ; hark you a Word Sir.

Sir Mart.

Prethee leave fooling : and as I was saying I was in the Church when I first saw this fair one .

Sir John.

Her Name , Sir , I beseech you .

Warn .

For Heaven's sake , Sir , have a care ?

Sir Mart.

Thou art such a Coxcomb . Her name 's Millisent .

Warn .

Now , the Pox take you Sir , what do you mean ?

Sir John.

Millisent say you ? that 's the name of my Mistress .

Sir Mart.

Lord ! what luck is that now ! well Sir , it happen'd , one of her Gloves fell down , I stoop'd to take it up ; And in the stooping made her a Complement .

Warn .

The Devil cannot hold him , now will this thick-skull'd Master of mine tell the whole story to his Rival

Sir. Mart.

You 'l say , 't was strange Sir ; but at the first glance we cast on one another , both our hearts leap'd within us , our Souls met at our Eyes , and with a tickling kind of pain slid to each others breast , and in one moment setled as close and warm , as if they long had been acquainted with their lodging . I follow'd her somewhat at a distance , because her Father was with her .

Warn .

Yet hold Sir

Sir Mart.

Sawcy Rascal , avoid my sight ; Must you tutor me ? So Sir , not to trouble you , I enquir'd out her Father's House , without whose knowledge I did Court the Daughter , and both then and often since coming to Canterbury , I receiv'd many proofs of her kindness to me .

Warn .

You had best tell him too , that I am acquainted with her Maid , and manage your love under-hand with her .

Sir Mart.

Well remember'd i'faith , I thank thee for that , I had forgot it I protest ! my Valet de Chambre , whom you see here with me , grows me acquainted with her Woman

Warn .

O the Devil .

Sir Mart.

In fine Sir , this Maid being much in her Mistresses favour , so well sollicited my Cause , that in fine I gain'd from fair Mistress Millisent an assurance of her kindness , and an ingagement to marry none but me .

Warn .

'T is very well ! you 've made a fair discovery !

Sir John.

A most pleasant Relation I assure you : you are a happy man Sir ! but , What occasion brought you now to London ?

Sir Mart.

That was in expectation to meet my Mistress here ; she writ me word from Canterbury , she and her Father shortly would be here .

Sir John.

She and her Father , said you Sir ?

Warn .

Tell him Sir , for Heavens sake tell him all

Sir Mart.

So I will Sir , without your bidding : her Father and she are come up already , that 's the truth on 't , and are to lodge by my Contrivance in you House ; the Master of which is a cunning Rascal as any in Town him I have made my own , for I lodge there .

Warn .

You do ill , Sir , to speak so scandalously of my Landlord .

Sir Mart.

Peace , or I 'l break your Fool 's head , So that by his means I shall have free egress and regress when I please Sir without her Fathers knowledge .

VVarn .

I am out of patience to hear this .

Sir John.

Methinks you might do well , Sir , to speak openly to her Father .

Sir Mart.

Thank you for that i'faith , in speaking to old Moody I may soon spoil all .

Warn .

So now he has told her Father's name , 't is past recovery .

Sir John.

Is her Fathers name Moody say you ?

Sir Mart.

Is he of your acquaintance ?

Sir John. Yes Sir , I know him for a man Who is too wise for you to over-reach ; I am certain he will never marry his Daughter To you . Sir Mart. Why , there 's the jest on 't : He shall never know it : 't is but your Keeping of my Counsel ; I 'le do as much for you mun Sir John.

No Sir , I 'le give you better ; trouble not your self about this Lady ; her affections are otherwise engaged to my knowledge hark in your Ear her Father hates a Gamester like a Devil : I 'le keep your Counsel for that too .

Sir Mart.

Nay but this is not all dear Sir John.

Sir John. This is all I assure you : only I will make bold To seek your Mistress out another Lodging [ Ex. Sir John. Warn .

Your Affairs are now put into an excellent posture , Thank your incomparable discretion this was a Stratagem my shallow wit could ne're have reach'd , to make a Confident of my Rival .

Sir Mart.

I hope thou art not in earnest man ! is he my Rival ?

Warn . ' Slife he has not found it out all this while ! well Sir for a quick apprehension let you alone . Sir Mart. How the Devil cam'st thou to know on t ? and Why the Devil didst thou not tell me on t ? Warn .

To the first of your Devil 's I answer , her Maid Rose told me on 't : to the second I wish a thousand Devils take him that would not hear me .

Sir Mart.

O unparallell'd Misfortune !

Warn .

O unparrellell'd ignorance ! why he left her Father at the water-side , while he lead the Daughter to her Lodging , whither I directed him ; so that if you had not laboured to the contrary , Fortune had plac'd you in the same House with your Mistress , without the least suspicion of your Rival or of her Father : but , 't is well , you have satisfi'd your talkative humour : I hope you have some new project of your own to set all right agen : for my part I confess all my designs , for you are wholly ruin'd ; the very foundations of 'em are blown up .

Sir Mart.

Prethee insult not over the Destiny of a poor undone Lover , I am punish'd enough for my indiscretion in my despair , and have nothing to hope for now but death .

Warn .

Death is a Bug-word , things are not brought to that extremity , I●l cast about to save all yet .

Enter Lady Dupe .
La. Dupe .

O , Sir Martin ! yonder has been such a stir within , Sir John , I fear , smoaks your design , and by all means would have the old man remove his Lodging ; pray God your man has not play'd false .

Warn .

Like enough I have : I am Coxcomb sufficient to do it , my Master knows that none but such a great Calf as I could have done it , such an over-grown Ass , a self-conceited Ideot as I.

Sir. Mart.

Nay , Warner ,

Warn .

Pray , Sir , let me alone : what is it to you if I rail upon my self ? now could I break my own Loggar-head .

Sir. Mart.

Nay , sweet Warner .

Warn .

What a good Master have I , and I to ruine him : O Beast !

La Dupe .

Not to discourage you wholly , Sir Martin , this storm is partly over .

Sir Mart.

As how , dear Cousin .

La D.

When I heard Sir John complain of the Landlord , I took the first hint of it , and joyn'd with him , saying , if she were such an one , I would have nothing to do with him : in short I ratled him so well , that Sir John was the first who did desire they might be lodg'd with me , not knowing that I was your Kinswoman .

Sir Mart.

Pox on 't , now I think on 't , I could have found out this my self .

Warn .

Are you there agen , Sir ? now as I have a Soul

Sir Mart.

Mum , good Warner , I did but forget my self a little , I leave my self wholly to you , and my Cousin ; get but my Mistress for me and claim what e'r reward you can desire .

Warn . Hope of reward will diligence beget , Find you the Money , and I 'l find the wit. [ Exeunt .
ACT. II. Enter Lady Dupe , and Mrs. Christian. Chr. IT hapned Madam , just as you said it would , But was he so concern'd for my feign'd sickness ? La. D.

So much that Moody and his Daughter , our new Guests , took notice of the trouble , but the Cause was kept too close for Strangers to divine .

Chr. Heav'n grant he be but deep enough in love , and then La. D. And then thou shalt distil him into Gold my Girl . Yonder he comes , I 'l not be seen : you know Your Lesson , Child . [ Exit . Chr. I warrant you . [ Enter Lord Dartmouth . Lord. Pretty Mistress Christian , How glad am I to meet you thus alone ! Chr. O the Father ! what will become of me now ? Lord. No harm I warrant you , but why are you so fraid ? Chr.

A poor weak innocent Creature as I am , Heav'n of his mercy , how I quake and tremble ! I have not yet claw'd off your last ill usage , and now I feel my old fit come again , my Ears tingle already , and my back shuts and opens ; I , just so it began before .

Lord Nay , my sweet Mistress , be not so unjust To suspect any new attempt : I am too penitent for my last fault , So soon to sin agen . I hope you did not tell it to your Aunt . Chr. The more Fool I , I did not . Lord. You never shal repent your goodness to me , But may not I presume there was some little Kindness in it , which mov'd you to conceal my Crime ? Chr.

Methought I would not have mine Aunt angry with you for all this earthly good ;

But yet I 'l never be alone with you agen .

Lord. Pretty Innocence ! let me sit nearer to you : You do not understand what love I bear you . I vow it is so pure My Soul 's not sully'd with one spot of sin : Were you a Sister or a Daughter to me , With a more holy Flame I could not burn . Chr.

Nay , now you speak high words I cannot understand you .

Lord.

The business of my life shall be but how to make your Fortune , and my care and study to advance and see you settled in the World.

Chr. I humbly thank your Lordship . Lord. Thus I would sacrifice my Life and Fortunes , And in return you cruelly destroy me . Chr. I never meant you any harm , not I. Lord. Then what does this white Enemy so near me ? Touching her hand Glov'd . Sure 't is your Champion , and you arm it thus to bid defiance to me . Chr. Nay , fye my Lord , in faith you are to blame . Pulling her hand away . Lord.

But I am for fair Wars , an Enemy must first be search'd for privy Armour e'r we do ingage .

( Pulls at her glove
Chr. What does your Lordship mean ? Lord. I fear you bear some Spells and Charms about you , And , Madam , that 's against the Laws of Arms. Chr.

My Aunt charg'd me not to pull off my Glove for fear of Sun-burning my hand .

Lord.

She did well to keep it from your eyes , but I will thus preserve it .

( bugging her bare hand .
Chr.

Why do you crush it so ? nay , now you hurt me , nay if you squeeze it ne'r so hard there 's nothing to come out on 't fye is this loving one What makes you take your breath so short ?

Lord. The Devil take me if I can answer her a word , All my Sences are quite imploy'd another way . Chr. Ne'r stir , my Lord , I must cry out Lord.

Then I must stop your mouth this Ruby for a Kiss that is but one Ruby for another .

Chr. This is worse and worse . Lady within . Why Neece , where are you Neece ? Lord. Pox of her old mouldy Chops . Chr.

Do you hear , my Aunt calls ? I shall be hang'd for staying with you let me go my Lord.

[ Gets from him . Enter Lady Dupe .
La. D. My Lord , Heaven bless me , what makes your Lordship here ? Lord.

I was just wishing for you Madam , your Neece and I have been so laughing at the blunt humour of your Country-Gentleman , I must go pass an hour with him .

[ Ex. Lord.
Chr. You made a little too much haste ; I was just exchanging a Kiss for a Ruby . Lad. No harm done ; it will make him come on the faster : Never sull-gorge an Hawk you mean to fly : The next will be a Neck-lace of Pearl I warrant you . Chr. But what must I do next ? La Dupe . Tell him I grew suspicious , and examin'd you Whether he made not Love ; which you deny'd . Then tell him how my Maids and Daughters watch you ; So that you tremble when you see his Lordship . Chr.

And that your Daughters are so envious , that they would raise a false report to ruine me .

La. D. Therefore you desire his Lordship , As he loves you , of which you are confident , Hence-forward to forbear his Visits to you . Chr. But how if he should take me at my Word ? La. D.

Why , if the worst come to the worst , he leaves you an honest woman , and there 's an end on 't : but fear not that , hold out his messages , and then he 'll write , and that is it my Bird which you must drive it to : then all his Letters will be such Extacies , such Vows and Promises , which you must answer short and simply , yet still ply out of 'em your advantages .

Chr. But , Madam ! he 's i' th house , he will not write . La. D.

You Fool he 'll write from the next Chamber to you . And rather than fail , send his Page-Post with it upon a Hobby-horse : then grant a Meeting , but tell me of it , and I 'le I revent him by my being there , he 'l curse me , but I care not .

When you are alone , he 'l urge his lust , which answer you with sorn and anger .

Chr. As thus an 't please you , Madam ? What ? Does he think I will be damn'd for him ? Defame my Family , ruine my Name , To satisfie his pleasure ? La Dupe . Then he will be prophane in 's Arguments , Urge Natures Laws to you . Chr. By 'r Lady , and those are shrewd Arguments ; But I am resolved I 'l stop my Ears . La Dupe . Then when he sees no other thing will move you , He 'l sign a portion to you before hand : Take hold of that , and then of what you will. [ Exeunt . Enter Sir John , Mrs. Millisent , and Rose . Sir John.

Now fair Mrs. Millisent , you see your Chamber , Your Father will be busie a few minutes , and in the mean time permits me the happiness to wait on you .

Mill. Methinks you might have chose us better Lodgings , This house is full ; the other we saw first , was more convenient . Sir John. For you perhaps , but not for me : You might have met a Lover there , but I a Rival . Mill. What Rival ? Sir John. You know , Sir Martin , I need not name it to you . Mill. I know more men besides him . Sir John.

But you love none besides him : Can you deny your affection to him ?

Mill. You have vex'd me so , I will not satisfie you . Sir John.

Then I perceive I am not likely to be so much oblig'd to you as I was to him .

Mill. This is Romance , I 'l not believe a word on 't . Sir John. That 's as you please : however 't is believ'd , His wit will not much credit your choice . Madam , do justice to us both ; pay his ingratitude and folly with your scorn ; my service with your Love. By this time your Father stayes for me : I shall be discreet enough to keep this fault of yours from him ; The Lawyers wait for us to draw your Joynture : And I would beg your pardon for my absence , But that my Crime is punish'd in it self . [ Exit . Mill. Could I suspect this usage from a favour'd Servant ! Rose . First hear Sir Martin e're you quite condemn him ; Consider 't is a Rival who accus'd him . Mill. Speak not a word in his behalf : Methought too , Sir John call'd him Fool. Rose .

Indeed he has a rare way of acting a Fool , and does it so naturally , it can be scarce distinguish'd .

Mill. Nay , he has wit enough , that 's certain . Rose . How blind Love is ! Enter Warner . Mill. How now , what 's his business ? I wonder after such a Crime , If his Master has the face to send him to me . Rose . How durst you venture hither ? If either Sir John or my old Master see you . VVarn . Pish ! they are both gone out . Rose .

They went but to the next street ; ten to one but they return and catch you here .

VVarn . Twenty to one I am gone before , and save'um a labour . Mill.

What says that Fellow to you ? what business can he have here ?

VVarn .

Lord , that your Ladiship should ask that question , Knowing whom I serve !

Mill. I 'le hear nothing from your Master . VVarn .

Never breathe , but this anger becomes your Ladiship most admirably ; but though you 'l hear nothing from him , I hope I may speak a word or two to you from my self , Madam .

Rose .

'T was a sweet Prank your Master play'd us : a Lady 's well helpt up that trusts her Honour in such a persons hands : to tell all so , and to his Rival too .

Excuse him if thou canst .

( Aside .
VVarn .

How the Devil should I excuse him ? thou knowest he is the greatest Fop in Nature

( Aside to Rose .
Rose . But my Lady does not know it ; if she did Mill. I 'le have no whispering . Warn . Alas , Madam , I have not the confidence to speak out , Unless you can take mercy on me . Mill. For what ? Warn . For telling Sir John you lov'd my Master , Madam . But sure I little thought he was his Rival . Rose . The witty Rogue has taken 't on himself . [ Aside . Mill. Your Master then is innocent . Warn . Why , could your Ladyship suspect him guilty ? Pray tell me , do you think him Ungrateful , or a fool ? Mill. I think him neither . Warn . Take it from me , you see not the depth of him . But when he knows what thoughts you harbour of him , As I am faithful , and must tell him , I wish he does not take some pet , and leave you . Mill. Thou art not mad I hope , to tell him on 't ; If thou dost , I 'le be sworn , I 'le forswear it to him . Warn . Upon condition then you 'l pardon me , I 'le see what I can do to hold my tongue . Mill. This Evening in S. Jame's Park I 'le meet him . ( Knock within ) Warn . He shall not fail you , Madam . Rose . Some body knocks Oh Madam , what shall we do ! 'T is Sir John , I hear his voice . Warn . What will become of me ? Mill. Step quickly behind that Door , To them Sir John. ( He goes out . Mill. You 've made a quick dispatch , Sir. Sir John.

We have done nothing , Madam , our Man of Law was not within , but I must look some Writings .

Mill. Where are they laid ? Sir John. In the Portmanteau in the Drawing-room . ( Is going to the Door . ) Mill. Pray stay a little , Sir. Warn . at the Door .

He must pass just by me ; and if he sees me , I am but a dead man.

Sir John. Why are you thus concern'd ? why do you hold me ? Mill. Only a word or two I have to tell you . 'T is of importance to you . Sir John. Give me leave . Mill. I must not before I discover the Plot to you . Sir John. What Plot ? Mill. Sir Martins Servant , like a Rogue , comes hither To tempt me from his Master , to have met him . Warn . at the Door .

Now would I had a good Bag of Gun-powder at my Breech to ram me into some hole .

Mill. for my part I was so startled at the Message , That I shall scarcely be my self these two dayes . Sir John. Oh that I had the Rascal ! I would teach him To come upon such Errands . Warn . Oh for a gentle Composition now ! An Arm or Leg I would give willingly . Sir John. What Answer did you make the Villain ? Mill. I over-reach'd him clearly , by a Promise Of an appointment of a place I nam'd , Where I ne'r meant to come : but would have had The pleasure first to tell you how I serv'd him . Sir John. And then to chide your mean suspicion of me , Indeed I wonder'd you should love a Fool. But where did you appoint to meet him ? Mill. In Grayes-Inn Walks . Warn . By this Light , she has put the change upon him ! O sweet Woman-kind , how I love thee for that heavenly gift of lying ! Sir John. For this evening I will be his Mistress ; He shall meet another Penelope then he suspects . Mill. But stay not long away . Sir John. You over-joy me , Madam . [ Exit . Warn . entring . Is he gone , Madam ? Mill. As far as Grayes-Inn Walks : now I have time To walk the other way , and see thy Master . VVarn . Rather let him come hither : I have laid A Plot shall send his Rival far enough from watching him e'r long . Mill. Art thou in earnest ? VVarn .

'T is so design'd , Fate cannot hinder it .

Our Landlord where we lie , vex'd that his Lodgings should be so left by Sir John , is resolv'd to be reveng'd , and I have found the way .

You 'l see th' effect on 't presently .

Rose .

O Heavens ! the door opens agen , and Sir John is return'd once more .

Enter Sir John.
Sir John.

Half my business was forgot ; you did not tell me when you were to meet him . Ho! What makes this Rascal here ?

VVarn .

'T is well you 're come , Sir , else I must have left untold a Message I have for you .

Sir John. Well , What 's your business , Sirrah ? VVarn . We must be private first ; 'T is only for your ear . Rose . I shall admire his wit , if in this plunge he can get off . VVarn . I came hither , Sir , by my Masters order . Sir John. I 'l reward you for it , Sirrah , immediately . VVarn .

When you know all , I shall deserve it , Sir ;

I came to sound the Vertue of your Mistress ; which I have done so cunningly , I have at last obtain'd the promise of a meeting . But my good Master , whom I must confess more generous than wise , knowing you had a passion for her , is resolv'd to quit : And , Sir , that you may see how much he loves you , sent me in private to advise you still to have an eye upon her actions .

Sir John. Take this Diamond for thy good news ; And give thy Master my acknowledgments : Warn .

Thus the World goes , my Masters , he that will cozen you , commonly gets your good will into the bargain .

[ Aside .
Sir John.

Madam , I am now satisfi'd of all sides ; first of your truth , then of Sir Martins friendship .

In short , I find you two cheated each other ,

Both to be true to me .

Mill. Warner is got off as I would wish , and the Knight over-reach'd . Enter to them the Landlord disguis'd like a Carrier . Rose . How now ! What would this Carrier have ? VVarn .

This is our Landlord whom I told you of ; but keep your Countenance .

( Aside to her .
Landl.

I was looking here-away for one Sir John Swallow ; they told me I might hear news of him in this House .

Sir John.

Friend , I am the man : What have you to say to me ?

Landl. Nay , 'Faith Sir , I am not so good a Schollard to say much , But I have a Letter for you in my Pouch : There 's plaguy news in 't , I can tell you that . Sir John. From whom is your Letter ? Landl. From your old Uncle Anthony . Sir John. Give me your Letter quickly . Landl. Nay , soft and fair goes far . Hold you , hold you . It is not in this Pocket . Sir John. Search in the other then ; I stand on Thorns . Land. I think I feel it now , this should be who . Sir John. Pluck it out then . Land.

I 'l puck out my Spectacles and see first .

( Reads .

To Mr. Paul Grimbard Apprentice to

No , that 's not for you , Sir , that 's for the Son of the Brother of the Nephew of the Cousin of my Gossip Dobson .

Sir John.

Prithee dispatch ; do'st thou not know the Contents on 't ?

Landl. Yes , as well as I do my Pater Noster . Sir John. Well , What 's the business on 't ? Landl.

Nay , no great business ; 't is but only that your Worships Father's dead .

Sir John. My loss is beyond expression ! how dy'd he ? Landl. He went to bed as well to see to as any man in England , And when he awaken'd the next morning . Sir John. What then ? Landl. He found himself stark dead . Sir John.

Well , I must of necessity take orders for my Father's Funeral , and my estate ; Heaven knows with what regret I leave you , Madam .

Mill.

But are you in such haste , Sir ? I see you take all occasions to be from me .

Sir John.

Dear Madam , say not so , a few days will , I hope , re●●●n me to you .

To them Sir Martin .

Noble Sir Martin , the welcomest man alive !

Let me embrace my Friend .

Rose .

How untowardly he returns the salute ! Warner will be found out .

[ aside .
Sir John. Well friend ! you have oblig'd me to you eternally . Sir Mart.

How have I oblig'd you , Sir ? I would have you to know I scorn your words ; and I would I were hang'd , if it be not the farthest of my thoughts .

Mill. O cunning Youth , he acts the Fool most naturally . Were we alone , how would we laugh together ? [ aside . Sir John. This is a double generosity , To do me favours and conceal 'um from me ; But honest Warner here has told me all . Sir Mart. What has the Rascal told you ? Sir John.

Your plot to try my Mistress for me you understand me , concerning your appointment .

Warn . Sir , I desire to speak in private with you . Sir Mart.

This impertinent Rascal , when I am most busie , I am ever troubled with him .

Warn . But it concerns you I should speak with you , good Sir. Sir Mart.

That 's a good one i'faith , thou know'st breeding well , that I should whisper with a Serving-man before company .

Warn . Remember , Sir , last time it had been better Sir Mart.

Peace , or I 'le make you feel my double Fists ; If I don't fright him , the sawcy Rogue will call me fool before the Company .

Mill. That was acted most naturally again . [ aside . Sir John. to him . But what needs this dissembling , since you are Resolv'd to quit my Mistress to me ? Sir Mart. I quit my Mistress ! that 's a good one i'faith . Mill. Tell him you have forsaken me . ( aside . Sir Mart. I understand you , Madam , you would save A quarrel ; but i'faith I 'm not so base : I 'le see him hang'd first . Warn . Madam , my Master is convinc'd , in prudence He should say so : but Love o'remasters him ; When you are gone perhaps he may . Mill. I 'le go then : Gentlemen , your Servant ; I see my presence brings constraint to the Company . Exeunt Mill. Rose . Sir John. I 'm glad she 's gone ; now we may talk more freely ; For if you have not quitted her , you must . Warn .

Pray , Sir , remember your self ; did not you send me of a message to Sir John , that for his friendship you had left Mistress Millisent .

Sir Mart. Why , what an impudent lying Rogue art thou ! Sir John. How 's this ! has Warner cheated me ? Warn . Do not suspect it in the least : you know , Sir , It was not generous before a Lady , To say he quitted her . Sir John. O! was that it ? Warn .

That was all : say , Yes good Sir John or I 'le swinge you .

[ aside
Sir Mart. Yes , good Sir John. Warn . That 's well , once in his life he has heard good counsel . Sir Mart.

Heigh , Heigh , what makes my Landlord here ? he has put on a Fools Coat I think to make us laugh .

Warn .

The Devil 's in him ; he 's at it again ; his folly 's like a sore in a surfeited Horse ; cure it in one place , and it breaks out in another .

Sir Mart. Honest Landlord i'faith , and what make you here ? Sir John. Are you acquainted with this honest man ? Landl. Take heed what you say , Sir. [ To Sir Martin softly . Sir Mart.

Take heed what I say , Sir , why ? who should I be afraid of ? of you , Sir ? I say , Sir , I know him , Sir ; and I have reason to know him , Sir , for I am sure I lodge in his House , Sir , nay never think to terrifie me , Sir ; 't is my Landlord here in Charles Street , Sir.

Land. Now I expect to be paid for the News I brought him . Sir John. Sirrah , did not you tell me that my Father Land.

Is in very good health , for ought I know , Sir ; I beseech you to trouble your self no farther concerning him .

Sir John. Who set you on to tell this lye ? Sir Mart.

I , who set you on Sirrah ? this was a Rogue that would cozen us both ; he thought I did not know him : down on your marribones and confess the truth : have you no tongue you Rascal ?

Sir John.

Sure 't is some silenc'd Minister : he 's grown so sat he cannot speak .

Land.

Why , Sir , if you would know , 't was for your sake I did it .

Warn .

For my Masters sake ! why you impudent Varlet , do you think to 'scape us with alye ?

Sir John. How was it for his sake ? Warn .

'T was for his own , Sir ; he heard you were th' occasion the Lady lodg'd not at his House , and so he invented this lye ; partly ●o revenge himself of you ; and partly , I believe , in hope to get her once again when you were gone .

Sir John. Fetch me a Cudgel prithee . Land.

O good Sir ! if you beat me I shall run into oyl immediately ,

Warn .

Hang him Rogue ; he 's below your anger : I 'le maul him for you the Rogue 's so big , I think 't will ask two days to beat him all over .

[ Beats him .
Land. O Rogue , O Villain Warner ! bid him hold And I 'le confess , Sir. Warn .

Get you gone without replying : must such as you be prating ?

[ Beats him out . Enter Rose . Sir , Dinner waits you on the Table .
Sir John.

Friend will you go along , and take part of a bad Repast ?

Sir Mart. Thank you ; but I am just risen from Table . Warn .

Now he might fit with his Mistress , and has not the wit to find it out .

Sir John. You shall be very welcome . Sir Mart. I have no stomach , Sir. Warn .

Get you in with a vengeance : you have a better stomack than you think you have .

[ Pushes him .
Sir Mart. This hungry Diego Rogue would shame me ; He thinks a Gentleman can eat like a Servingman . Sir John. If you will not , adieu dear Sir ; In any thing command me . [ Exit . Sir Mart.

Now we are alone ; han't I carry'd matters bravely , Srrah .

Warn .

O yes , yes , you deserve Sugar Plums ; first for Your quarrelling with Sir John ; then for discovering your Landlord , and lastly for refusing to dine with your Mistress : All this is since the last reckoning was wip'd out .

Sir Mart.

Then why did my Landlord disguise himself , to make a Fool of us ?

Warn .

You have so little Brains , that a Penn'orth of Butter melted under 'um , would set 'um afloat : he put on that disguise to rid you of your Rival .

Sir Mart. Why , Was not I worthy to keep your counsel then ? Warn .

It had been much at one : you would but have drunk the secret down ; and piss'd it out to the next company .

Sir Mart.

Well , I find I am a miserable man : I have lost my Mistress , and may thank my self for 't .

Warn . You 'l not confess you are a fool , I warrant . Sir Mart. Well I am a fool , if that will satisfie you : but What am I the nearer for being one ? Warn .

O yes , much the nearer ; for now Fortune 's bound to provide for you ; As Hospita's are built for lame people , because they cannot help themselves .

Well ; I have yet a project in my pate .

Sir Mart. Dear Rogue , What is 't ? Warn . Excuse me for that : but while 't is set a working You would do well to scrue your self into her Fathers good opinion . Sir Mart.

If you will not tell me , my mind gives me I shall discover it again .

Warn . I 'l lay it as far out of your reach as I can possible . For secrets are edg'd Tools ; And must be kept from Children and from Fools . ( Exeunt .
ACT. III. Enter Rose and Warner meeting . Rose . YOur Worship 's most happily encounter'd . VVarn . Your Ladiship 's most fortunately met . Rose . I was going to your Lodging . VVarn . My business was to yours . Rose . I have something to say to you that VVarn . I have that to tell you Rose . Understand then VVarn . If you 'l hear me Rose . I believe that VVarn . I am of opinion that Rose . Prithee hold thy peace a little till I have done . VVarn .

Cry you mercy , Mistress Rose , I 'l not dispute your ancient priviledges of talking .

Rose .

My Mistress , knowing Sir John was to be abroad upon business this Afternoon , has asked leave to see a Play : and Sir John has so great a confidence of your Master , that he will trust nobody with her , but him .

VVarn .

If my Master gets her out , I warrant her , he shall show her a better Play than any is at either of the Houses here they are : I 'le run and prepare him to wait upon her .

( Exit . Enter Old Moody , Mistress Millesent , and Lady Dupe .
Mill. My Hoods and Scarfs there , quickly . La. Send to call a Coach there . Mood .

But what kind of man is this Sir Martin , with whom you are to go ?

La. A plain down-right Country Gentleman , I assure you . Mood . I like him much the better for 't . For I hate one of those you call a man o' th' Town , One of those empty fellows of meer out-side : They 've nothing of the true old English manliness . Rose .

I confess , Sir , a Woman 's in a sad condition , that has nothing to trust to , but a Perriwig above , and a well-trim'd shoe below .

To them Sir Martin .
Mill.

This , Sir , is Sir John's friend , he is for your humour , Sir , He is no man o' th ' Town , but bred up in the old Elizabeth way of plainness .

Sir Mart.

I , Madam , your Ladiship may say your pleasure of me .

To them Warner .
Warn :

How the Devil got he here before me ! 'T is very unlucky I could not see him first

Sir Mart.

But , as for Painting , Musick , Poetry , and the like , I 'l say this of my self

Warn :

I 'l say that for him , my Master understands none of 'um , I assure you , Sir.

Sir Mart.

You impudent Rascal , hold your Tongue : I must rid my hands of this fellow ; the Rogue is ever discrediting me before Company .

Moody .

Never trouble yourself about it , Sir , for I like a man that

Sir Mart.

I know you do , Sir , and therefore I hope you 'll think never the worse of me for his prating : for , though I do not boast of my own good parts

Warn . He has none to boast of , upon my faith , Sir. Sir Mart.

Give him not the hearing , Sir ; for , if I may believe my friends , they have flatter'd me with an opinion of more

Warn .

Of more than their flattery can make good , Sir ; 't is true he tells you , they have flatter'd him ; but , in my Conscience he is the most downright simple natur'd creature in the world .

Sir Mart.

I shall consider you here after Sirrah ; but I am sure in all Companies I pass for a Vertuoso .

Mood .

Vertuoso ! What 's that too ? is not Vertue enough without O so ?

Sir Mart. You have Reason , Sir ! Mood .

There he is again too ; the Town Phrase , a great Compliment I wiss ; you have Reason , Sir ; that is , you are no beast , Sir.

Warn .

A word in private : Sir ; you mistake this old man ; he loves neither Painting , Musick , nor Poetry ; yet recover your self , if you have any brains .

( aside to him .
Sir Mart.

Say you so ? I 'le bring all about again I warrant you I beg your pardon a thousand times Sir ; I vow to Gad I am not Master of any of those perfections ; for in fine . Sir , I am wholly ignorant of Painting , Musick , and Poetry ; Only some rude escapes but , in fine , they are such , that , In fine , Sir

Warn . This is worse than all the rest . ( aside . Mood .

By Coxbones one word more of all this Gibberish , and old Madge shall fly about your ears : What is this in fine he keeps such a coil with too ?

Mill.

'T is a Phrase a-la-mode , Sir , and is us'd in conversation now , as a whiff of Tobacco was formerly , in the midst of a discourse , for a thinking while .

La. In plain English , in fine , is in the end , Sir. Mood .

But by Coxbones there is no end on 't me thinks : If thou wilt have a foolish word to lard thy lean discourse with , take an English one when thou speakest English ; as So Sir , and Then Sir , and so forth ; 't is a more manly kind of nonsence : and a Pox of In fine , for I 'l hear no more on 't .

Warn . He 's gravell'd , and I must help him out . ( Aside . Madam , there 's a Coach at Door to carry you to the Play. Sir Mart. Which House do you mean to go to ? Mill. The Dukes , I think . Sir Mart. It is a damn'd Play , and has nothing in 't . Mill. Then let us to the Kings . Sir Mart. That 's e'ne as bad . Warn . This is past enduring . ( aside .

There was an ill Play set up , Sir , on the Posts , but I can assure you the Bills are altered since you saw 'um , and now there are two admirable Comedies at both Houses .

Mood . But my Daughter loves serious Plays . Warn . They are Tragi-Comedies , Sir , for both . Sir Mart. I have heard her say she loves none but Tragedies . Mood . Where have you heard her say so , Sir ? Warn . Sir you forget your self , you never saw her in your life before . Sir Mart.

What not at Canterbury , in the Cathedral Church there ? this is the impudentest Rascal

Warn . Mum , Sir Sir Mart.

Ah Lord , what have I done ! as I hope to be sav'd , Sir , it was before I was aware ; for if ever I set eyes on her before this day I wish

Mood .

This fellow is not so much fool , as he makes one believe he is .

Mill.

I thought he would be discovered for a wit : this 't is to over act ones part !

( aside .
Mood .

Come away Daughter I will not trust you in his hands ; there 's more in 't than I imagin'd .

Exeunt Moody , Mill. Lady , Rose .
Sir Mart.

Why do you frown upon me so , when you know your looks go to the heart of me ; what have I done besides a little lapsus linguae ?

Warn .

Why , who sayes you have done any thing ? you , a meer Innocent .

Sir Mart.

As the Child 's that be born in my intentions , If I know how I have offended my self any more than in one word .

Warn .

But don 't follow me however I have nothing to say to you .

Sir Mart. I 'le follow you to the worlds end , till you forgive me . Warn . I am resolv'd to lead you a Dance then . [ Exit running . Sir Mart.

The Rogue has no mercy in him , but I must mollifie him with money .

Exit . Enter old La.

Truly my little Cousin's the aptest Scholar , and takes our loves lessons so exactly that I joy to see it : she has got already the Bond of two thousand pounds seal'd for her Portion , which I keep for her ; a pretty good beginning : 't is true , I believe he has enjoy'd her , and so let him ; Mark Anthony wooed not at so dear a price .

To her Chr.

O Madam , I fear I am breeding !

La. A taking Wench ! but 't is no matter ; have you told any body ? Chr.

I have been venturing upon your foundations , a little to dissemble .

La.

That 's a good Child , I hope it will thrive with thee , as it has with me : Heaven has a blessing in store upon our endeavours .

Chr.

I feign'd my self sick , and kept my bed ; my Lord , he came to visit me , and in the end I disclos'd it to him in the saddest passion .

La.

This frighted him , I hope , into a study how to cloak your disgrace , lest it should have vent to his Lady .

Chr.

'T is true ; but all the while I subt'ly drove it , that he should name you to me as the fittest instrument of the concealment ; but how to break it to you , strangely does perplex him : he has been seeking you all o'r the house ; therefore I 'l leave your Ladiship , for fear we should be seen together .

( Exit .
La. Now I must play my part . Nature , in Women , teaches more than Art. Enter Lord. Lord. Madam , I have a Secret to impart . A sad one too , and have no friend to trust but only you . La. Your Lady or your Children sick ? Lord. Not that I know . La. You seem to be in health , Lord. In body , not in mind . La.

Some scruple of Conscience , I warrrant ; my Chaplain shall resolve you .

Lord. Madam , my Soul 's tormented . La. O take heed of despair , my Lord ! Lord.

Madam , there is no Medicine for this siekness , but only you ; your friendship 's my safe Haven , else I am lost and shipwrack'd .

La. Pray tell me what it is . Lord. Could I express it by sad sighs and groans , Or drown it with my self in Seas of Tears , I should be happy , would , and would not tell . La. Command whatever I can serve you in , I will be faithful still to all your ends , provided they be just and vertuous . Lord. That word has stopt me . La. Speak out , my Lord , and boldly tell what ' t is . Lord.

Then in obedience to your Commands ; your Cousin is with Child .

La. Which Cousin ? Lord. Your Cousin Christian 's here i th' house . La.

Alass then she has stoln a Marriage , and undone her self : Some young Fellow , on my Conscience , that 's a Beggar ; Youth will not be advis'd ; well , I 'l never meddle more with Girls ; One is no more assur'd of 'um than Grooms of Mules , they 'l strike when least one thinks on 't : but pray your Lordship , what is her choice then for an Husband ?

Lord. She is not married that I know of , Madam . La.

Not married ! 't is impossible , the Girl does sure abuse you . I know her Education has been such , the flesh could not prevail ; therefore she does abuse you , it must be so .

Lord.

Madam , not to abuse you longer , she is with Child , and I the unfortunate man who did this most unlucky act .

La. You ! I 'l never believe it . Lord.

Madam , 't is too true ; believe it , and be serious how to hide her shame ; I beg it here upon my knees .

La. Oh , oh , oh . [ She faints away . Lord. Who 's there ? Whose there ? help , help , help . Enter two VVomen , Rose , Penelope . 1 VVom. O merciful God , my Lady 's gone ! 2 VVom. Whither ? 1 VVom. To Heaven , God knows , to Heaven . Rose . Rub her , rub her ; fetch warm Cloaths . 2 VVom.

I say , run to the Cabinet of Quintessence ; Gilberts Water , Gilberts Water .

1 Wom. Now all the good Folks of heaven look down upon her . Mill. Set her in the Chair . Rose . Open her mouth with a Dagger or a Key ; pour , pour , Where 's the Spoon ? 2 Wom.

She stirs , she revives , merciful to us all , what a thing was this ! speak , Lady , speak .

La. So , so , so . Mill. Alas , my Lord , How came this fit ? Lord. With Sorrow , Madam . La. Now I am better : Bess , you have not seen me thus . 1 Wom. Heav'n forefend that I should live to see you so agen . La.

Go , go , I 'm pretty well ; withdraw into the next Room but be near I pray , for fear of the worst .

( They go out .

My Lord , sit down near me I pray , I 'le strive to speak a few words to you , and then to Bed , nearer , my voice is faint . My Lord , Heaven knows how I have ever lov'd you ; and , Is this my reward ? Had you none to abuse but me in that unfortunate fond Girl that you know was dearer to me than my life ? this was not love to her , but an inveterate malice to poor me . Oh , oh .

( Faints again .
Lord. Help , help , help . All the Women again . 1 Wom. This fit will carry her : alass it is a Lechery ! 2 Wom. The Balsom , the Balsom ! 1 VVoman .

No no , the Chymistry Oyl of Rosemary : hold her up , and give her Air.

Mill.

Feel whether she breathes , with your hand before her Mouth .

Rose . No , Madam , 't is Key-cold . 1 VVom.

Look up , dear Madam , if you have any hope of Salvation !

2 VVom.

Hold up your finger , Madam , if you have any hope of Fraternity . O the blessed Saints that hear me not , take her Mortality to them .

La.

Enough , so , 't is well , withdraw , and let me rest a while ; only my dear Lord remain .

1 VVom. Pray your Lordship keep her from swebbing . ( Exeunt VVomen . Lord.

Here humbly once again , I beg your pardon and your help .

La.

Heaven forgive you , and I do : stand up , my Lord , and sit close by me : O this naughty Girl ! but did your Lordship win her soon ?

Lord. No , Madam , but with much difficulty . La.

I 'm glad on 't ; it shew'd the Girl had some Religion in her , all my Precepts were not in vain : but you men are strange tempters ; good my Lord , where was this wicked act then first committed ?

Lord. In an out-room upon a Trunk . La.

Poor Heart , what shift Love makes ! Oh she does love you dearly , though to her ruine ! and then what place , my Lord ?

Lord. An old waste Room , with a decay'd Bed in 't . La.

Out upon that dark Room for deeds of darkness ! and that rotten Bed ! I wonder it did hold your Lordships vigour : but you dealt gently with the Girl . Well , you shall see I love you : for I will manage this business to both your advantages , by the assistance of Heaven I will ; good my Lord help , lead me out .

[ Exeunt .
Warner , Rose . Rose .

A mischief upon all Fools ! do you think your Master has not done wisely ? first to mistake our old mans humour , then to dispraise the Plays ; and lastly , to discover his Acquaintance with my Mistress : my old Master has taken such a Jealousie of him , that he will never admit him into his sight again .

Warn .

Thou mak'st thy self a greater Fool than he by being angry at what he cannot help I have been angry with him too ; but these friends have taken up the quarrel .

( Shews Gold.

Look you he has sent these Mediators to mitigate your wrath : here are twenty of 'um have made a long Voyage from Guinny to kiss your hands : and when the Match is made , there are an hundred more in readiness to be your humble Servants .

Rose .

Rather then fall out with you , I 'l take u'm ; but I confess it troubles me to see so loyal a Lover have the heart of an Emperour , and yet scarce the brains of a Cobler .

Warn .

Well , what device can we two beget betwixt us , to separate Sir John Swallow and thy Mistress ?

Rose .

I cannot on the sudden tell ; but I hate him worse than foul weather without a Coach.

VVarn .

Then I 'l see if my project will be luckier than thine . Where are the Papers concerning the Joynture I have heard you speak of ?

Rose .

They lie within in three great Bags , some twenty Reams of Paper in each Bundle , with six lines in a sheet : but there is a little Paper where all the business lies .

VVarn . Where is it ? Canst thou help me to it ? Rose .

By good chance he gave it to my custody before he set out for London . You came in good time , here it is , I was carrying it to him ; just now he sent for it .

Warn .

So , this I will secure in my Pocket : when thou art ask'd for it , make two or three bad faces , and say , 't was left behind : by this means he must of necessity leave the Town , to see for it in Kent .

Enter Sir John , Sir Martin , Mrs. Mill.
Sir John.

'T is no matter , though the old man be suspicious ; I knew the story all before-hand ; and since then you have fully satisfi'd me of your true friendship to me Where are the Writings ?

[ To Rose .
Rose . Sir ,

I beg your pardon ; I thought I had put 'um up amongst my Ladies things , and it seems in my haste I quite forgot 'um , and left 'um at Canterbury .

Sir John.

This is horribly unlucky ! Where do you think you left ' um ?

Rose .

Upon the great Box in my Ladies Chamber ; they are safe enough I 'm sure .

Sir John. It must be so I must take Post immediately : Madam , for some few dayes I must be absent ; And to confirm you , friend , how much I trust you , I leave the dearest Pledge I have on Earth , My Mistress , to your care . Mill.

If you lov'd me , you would not take all occasions to leave me thus !

Warn aside .

Do , go to Kent , and when you come again , Here they are ready for you .

[ Shows the Paper .
Sir Mart. What 's that you have in your hand there . Sirrah ? Warn . Pox , What ill luck was this ! What shall I say ? Sir Mart.

Sometimes you 've tongue enough , what , are you silent ?

Warn .

'T is an Accompt , Sir , of what Money you have lost since you came to Town .

Sir Mart.

I 'm very glad on 't : now I 'l make you all see the severity of my Fortune , give me the Paper .

Warn .

Heaven ! What does he mean to do ? it is not fair writ out , Sir ;

Sir John. Besides , I am in haste , another time , Sir. Sir Mart.

Pray , oblige me , Sir , 't is but one minute : all people love to be pitty'd in their Misfortunes , and so do I : will you produce it , Sirrah ?

Warn . Dear Master ! Sir Mart. Dear Rascal ! am I Master or you ? you Rogue ! Warn .

Hold yet , Sir , and let me read it : you cannot read my hand .

Sir Mart.

This is ever his way to be disparaging me , but I 'le let you see , Sirrah , that I can read your hand better than you your self can .

Warn . You 'l repent it , there 's a trick in 't , Sir. Sir Mart.

Is there so , Sirrah ? but I 'le bring you out of all your Tricks with a Vengeance to you .

[ Reads .

How now ! What 's this ? A true particular of the Estate of Sir John Swallow Knight , lying and scituate in , &c.

Sir John.

This is the very Paper I had lost : I 'm very [ Takes the glad on 't , it has sav'd me a most unwelcome journey , ( Paper . but I will not thank you for the Courtesie , which now I find you never did intend me this is Confederacy , I smoak it now Come , Madam , let me wait on you to your Father .

Mill.

Well , of a witty man , this was the foolishest part that ever I beheld .

( Exeunt Sir John , Millisent , and Rose .
Sir Mart.

I am a Fool , I must confess it , and I am the most miserable one without thy help , but yet it was such a mistake as any man might have made .

Warn . No doubt on 't . Sir Mart.

Prethee chide me ! this indifference of thine wounds me to the heart .

Warn . I care not . Sir Mart. Wilt thou not help me for this once ? Warn . Sir , I kiss your hands , I have other business . Sir Mart. Dear Warner ! Warn . I am inflexible . Sir Mart. Then I am resolv'd I 'l kill my self . Warn . You are Master of your own Body . Sir Mart. Will you let me damn my Soul ? Warn .

At your pleasure , as the Devil and you can agree about it .

Sir Mart.

D' ye see the points ready ? Will you do nothing to save my life ?

Warn . Not in the least . Sir Mart. Farewell , hard-harted Warner . Warn . Adieu soft-headed Sir Martin . Sir Mart. Is it possible ? Warn .

Why don't you dispatch , Sir ? Why all these Preambles ?

Sir Mart.

I 'l see thee hang'd first : I know thou won'dst have me kill'd , to get my Cloaths .

Warn .

I knew it was but a Copy of your Countenance ; people in this Age are not so apt to kill themselves .

Sir Mart.

Here are yet ten Pieces in my Pocket , take 'em , and let 's be friends .

Warn .

You know the Eas'ness of my Nature , and that makes you work upon it so . Well , Sir , for this once I cast an Eye of pity on you , but I must have ten more in hand , before I can stir a foot .

Sir Mart.

As I am a true Gamester , I have lost all but these , but if thou 'lt lend me them , I 'l give 'em thee agen .

VVarn . I 'l rather trust you till to morrow ; Once more look up , I bid you hope the best . Why should your folly make your Love miscarry , Since men first play the Fools , and then they marry ? [ Exeunt .
ACT. IV. Enter Sir Martin and Warner . Sir Mart.

BUT are they to be married this day in private , say you ?

Warn . 'T is so concluded , Sir , I dare assure you . Sir Mart. But why so soon , and in private ? Warn .

So soon to prevent the designs upon her ; and in private , to save the effusion of Christian Money .

Sir Mart.

It strikes to my heart already ; in fine , I am a dead man. Warner .

Warn .

Well , go your ways , I 'le try what may be done . Look if he will stir now ; your Rival and the Old man will see us together , we are just below the Window .

Sir Mart. Thou can'st not do 't . Warn . On the peril of my twenty pieces be it . Sir Mart.

But I have found a way to help thee out , trust to my wit but once .

Warn .

Name your wit , or think you have the least grain of wit once more , and I 'le lay it down for ever .

Sir Mart.

You are a sawcy masterly Companion , and so I leave you .

[ Exit .
Warn . Help , help , good People , Murther , Murther ! Enter Sir John and Mood . Sir John and Moody , How now , what 's the matter ? Warn . I am abus'd , I am beaten , I am lam'd for ever . Mood . Who has us'd thee so ? Warn . The Rogue my Master . Sir John. What was the Offence ? Warn . A trifle , just nothing . Sir John. That 's very strange . Warn .

It was for telling him he lost too much at Play ; I meant him nothing but well , Heaven knows , and he in a cursed damn'd humour would needs revenge his losses upon me : A' kick'd me , took away my money , and turn'd me off ; but if I take it at his hands

Mood .

By Cox nowns it was an ill-natur'd part , nay , I thought no better could come on 't , when I heard him at his Vow to Gads , and in fines .

Warn .

But if I live I 'll cry quittance with him : he had engag'd me to get Mrs. Millisent your Daughter for him ; but if I do not all that ever I can to make her hate him , a great Booby , an overgrown Oafe , a conceited Bartlemew .

Sir John.

Prithee leave off thy Choler , and hear me a little : I have had a great mind to thee a long time , if thou think'st my Service better than his , from this minute I entertain thee .

Warn .

With all my heart , Sir , and so much the rather , that I may spight him with it . This was the most propitious Fate .

Mood .

Propitious ! and Fate ! what a damn'd Scander-bag-Rogue art thou to talk at this rate ! hark you , Sirrah , one word more of this Gibberish , and I 'll set you packing from your new Service ; I 'll have neither Propitious nor Fate come within my doors .

Sir John. Nay , pray Father . Warn .

Good old Sir be pacified I was pouring out a little of the dregs that I had left in me of my former Service , and now they are gone , my stomachs clear of ' em .

Sir John.

This Fellow is come in a happy hour ; for now , Sir , you and I may go to prepare the Licence , and in the mean time he may have an Eye upon your Daughter .

Warn .

If you please I 'll wait upon her till she 's ready , and then bring her to what Church you shall appoint .

Mood .

But , Friend , you 'l find she 'l hang an Arse , and be very loth to come along with you , and therefore I had best stay behind , and bring her my self .

Warn .

I warrant you I have a trick for that , Sir , she knows nothing of my being turn'd away : So I 'll come to her as from Sir Martin , and under pretence of carrying her to him , conduct her to you ,

Sir John. My better Angel Mood .

By th' mess 't was well thought on ; well Son , go you before , I 'l speak but one word for a Dish or two at Dinner , and follow you to the Licence-Office . Sirrah stay you here till my return .

[ Ex. Sir John and Moody .
VVarn .

solus . Was there ever such a lucky Rogue as I ! I had alwayes a good opinion of my wit , but could never think I had so much as now I find . I have now gain'd an opportunity to carry away Mistress Millisent for my Master , to get his Mistress by means of his Rival , to receive all his happiness , where he could expect nothing but misery : after this exploit I will have Lilly draw me in the Habit of a Hero , with a Lawrel on my Temples , and an Inscription below it , This is Warner the flower of Serving-men .

Enter Messenger .
Mess.

Pray do me the favour to help me to the speech of Mr. Moody .

VVarn . What 's your business ? Mess. I have a Letter to deliver to him . Warn . Here he comes , you may deliver it your self to him . Mess.

Sir , a Gentleman met me at the Corner of the next Street , and bid me give this into your own hands .

Mood . Stay friend , till I have read it . Mess. He told me , Sir , it required no Answer . ( Ex. Mess. Mood . reads .

Sir , permit me , though a stranger , to give you counsel ; some young Gallants have had intelligence , that this day you intend privately to Marry your Daughter , the rich Heiress ; and in fine , above twenty of them have dispersed themselves to watch her going out : therefore put it off , if you will avoid mischief , and be advised by

Your unknown Servant .

Mood .

By the Mackings , I thought there was no good in 't , when I saw in fine there ; there are some Papishes , I 'l warrant , that lie in wait for my Daughter , or else they are no Englishmen , but some of your French Outalion-Rogues ; I owe him Thanks however , this unknown Friend of mine , that ●old me on 't . Warner , no Wedding to day , Warner .

Warn . Why , What 's the matter . Sir ? Mood .

I say no more , but some wiser than some , I 'l keep my Daughter at home this Afternoon , and a fig for all these Outalians .

[ Exit Moody .
Warn .

So , here 's another Trick of Fortune as unexpected for bad , as the other was for good . Nothing vexes me , but that I had made my Game Cock-sure , and then to be back-gammon'd : it must needs be the Devil that writ this Letter , he ow'd my Master a spight , and has paid him to the purpose : and here he comes as merry too , he little thinks what misfortune has befal'n him , and for my part I am asham'd to tell him .

[ Enter Sir Martin laughing . ]
Sir Mart. Warner , such a Jest , Warner . [ Laughs agen . Warn . What a Murrain is the matter , Sir ? Where lies this Jest that tickles you ? Sir Mart.

Let me laugh out my langh , and I 'l tell thee .

( Laughs agen .
Warn . I wish you may have cause for all this mirth . Sir Mart.

Hereafter , Warner , be it known unto thee , I will endure no more to be thy May game : thou shal't no more dare to tell me , I spoil thy projects , and discover thy designs ; for I have play'd such a Prize , without thy help , of my own Mother-wit ( 't is true I am hasty sometimes , and so do harm ; but when I have a mind to shew my self , there 's no man in England , though I say 't , comes near me as to point of imagination ) I 'l make thee acknowledge I have laid a Plot that has a Soul in 't .

Warn .

Pray , Sir , keep me no longer in ignorance of this rare Invention .

Sir. Mart.

Know then , Warner , that when I left thee , I was possest with a terrible fear , that my Mistress should be married : well , thought I to my self , and must'ring up all the Forces of my Wit , I did produce such a stratagem .

Warn . But what was it ? Sir Mart.

I feign'd a Letter as from an unknown Friend to Moody , wherein I gave him to understand , that if his Daughter went out this Afternoon , she would infallibly be snapt by some young Fellows that lay in wait for her .

Warn .

Very good .

Sir Mart.

That which follows is yet better ; for he I fent assures me , that in that very nick of time my Letter came , her Father was just sending her abroad with a very foolish rascally fellow that was with him .

Warn .

And did you perform all this a'gods name ? could you do this wonderful miracle without your soul to the Devil for his help ?

Sir Mart.

I tell thee man I did it , and it was done by the help of no Devil , but this familiar of my own brain ; how long would it have been e're thou couldest have thought of such a project ? Martin said to his man , Who 's the Fool now ?

VVarn .

Who 's the fool ? why who use to be the fool ? he that ever was since I knew him , and ever will be so !

Sir Mart.

What a Pox ? I think thou art grown envious , not one word in my commendations ?

VVarn .

Faith Sir , my skill is too little to praise you as you deserve ; but if you would have it according to my poor ability , you are one that had a knock in your Cradle , a conceited lack-wit , a designing Ass , a hair-brain'd Fop , a confounded busi● brain , with an eternal Wind mill in it ; this in short , Sir , is the Contents of your Panegyrick .

Sir Mart.

But what the Devil have I done , to set you thus against me ?

VVarn .

Only this , Sir , I was the foolish rascally fellow that was with Moody , and your Worship was he to whom I was to bring his Daughter .

Sir Mart.

But how could I know this ? I am no Witch .

VVarn . No , I 'll be sworn for you , you are no Conjurer . Will you go Sir ? Sir Mart.

Will you hear my justifications ?

VVarn .

Shall I see the back of you ? speak not a word in your defence .

[ Shoves him .
Sir Mart.

This is the strangest luck now

( Exit .
VVarn .

I 'am resolv'd this Devil of his shall never weary me , I will overcome him , I will invent something that shall stand good in spight of his folly . Let me see

Enter Lord.
Lord.

Here he is I must venture on him , for the tyranny of this old Lady is unsupportable , since I have made her my confident , there passes not an hour but she passes a pull at my Purse-strings ; I sha'l be ruin'd if I do not quit my self of her suddenly : I find now , by sad experience , that a Mistress is much more chargeable than a Wife , and after a little time too , grows full as dull and insignificant . Mr. VVarner ! have you a mind to do your self a courtesie , and me another ?

VVarn .

I think , my Lord , the Question need not be much dissputed , for I have alwayes had a great service for your Lordship , and some little kindness for my self .

Lord.

What , if you should propose Mistress Christian as a Wife to your Master ? you know he 's never like to compass t'other .

VVarn .

I cannot tell that my Lord

Lord.

500 l. are yours at the day of marriage .

VVarn .

500 l. 't is true , the temptation is very sweet , and powerful ; the Devil I confess has done his parr , and many a good Murder and Treason have been committed at a cheaper rate ; but yet

Lord.

What yet

Warn .

To confess the truth , I am resolv'd to bestow my Master upon that other Lady ( as difficult as your Lordship thinks it ) for the honour of my wit is engag'd in it : will it not be the same to your Lordship were she marred to any other ?

Lord.

The very same .

Warn .

Come my Lord , not to dissemble with you any longer , I know where it is that your Shoe wrings you : I have observ'd something in the House , betwixt some parties that shall be nameless : and know that you have been taking up Linnen at a much dearer rate , than you might have had it at any Drapers in Town .

Lord.

I see I have not danc'd in a Net before you .

Warn .

As for that old Lady , whom Hell confound , she is the greatest Jill in Nature , cheat is her study , all her joy to cosen , she loves nothing but her self , and draws all lines to that corrupted centre .

Lord.

I have found her out , though late : first , I 'll undertake I n'er enjoy'd her Neice under the rate of 500 l. a time ; never was Womans flesh held up so high : every night I find out for a new Maiden-head , and she has sold it me as often as ever Mother Temple , Bennet , or Gifford , have put off boil'd Capons for Quails and Partridges .

Warn .

This is nothing to what Bills you 'l have when she 's brought to Bed , after her hard bargain , as they call it ; then cram'd Capons , Pea-hens , Chickens in the grease , Pottages , and Frigacies , Wine from Shatling , and La-fronds , with New-River , clearer by six pence the pound than ever God Almighty made it ; then Midwife Dry-Nurse Wet-Nurse and all the rest of their Accomplices , with Cradle , Baby-Clouts , and Bearing-Cloaths Possets , Cawdels , Broth , Jellies , and Gravies ; and behind all these , Glisters , Suppositers , and a barbarous Pothecaries Bi●l , more inhumane than a Tailors .

Lord.

I sweat to think on 't .

Warn .

Well , my Lord ! chear up ! I have found a way to rid you of it all , within a short time you shall know more ; yonder appears a young Lady whom I must needs speak with , please you go in and prepare the old Lady and your Mistress .

Lord.

Good luck , and 500 l. attend thee .

( Exit . Enter Millisent and Rose above .
Mill.

I am resolv'd I 'l never marry him !

Rose .

So far you are right , Madam .

Mill.

But , how to hinder it , I cannot possibly tell ? for my Father presses me to it , and will take no denial : wou'd I knew some way

Warn .

Madam , I 'l teach you the very nearest , for I have just now found it out ,

Rose .

Are you there , Mr. Littleplot ?

Warn .

Studying to deserve thee , Rose , by my diligence for thy Lady ; I stand here , methinks , just like a wooden Mercury , to point her out the way to Matrimony .

Rose .

Or , Serving-man-like , ready to carry up the hot meat for your Master , and then to fall upon the cold your self .

VVarn .

I know not what you call the cold , but I believe I shall find warm work on 't : in the first place then I must acquaint you , that I have seemingly put off my Master , and entred my self into Sir John's service .

Mill.

Most excellent !

VVarn .

And thereupon , but base

[ Enter Moody
Mill.

Something he would tell us , but see what luck 's here !

Mood .

How now , Sirrah ? are you so great there already ?

Mill.

I find my Father's jealous of him still !

Warn .

Sir , I was only teaching my young Lady a new Song , and if you please you shall hear it .

SINGS . Make ready fair Lady to night , And stand at the Door below , For I will be there To receive you with care , And to your true Love you shall go .
Mood .

Ods bobs this is very pretty .

Mill.

I , so is the Lady's Answer too , if I could but hit on 't .

SINGS . And when the Stars twinckle so bright , Then down to the Door will I creep , To my Love will I flye , E're the jealous can spye , And leave my old daddy asleep .
Mood .

Bodikins I like not that so well , to cosen her old Father ; it may be my own case another time .

Rose .

Oh Madam ! yonder 's your Persecutor return'd .

Enter Sir John.
Mill.

I 'll into my Chamber to avoid the sight of him as long as I can ; Lord ! that my old doting Father should throw me away upon such an Ignoramus , and deny me to such a Wit as Sir Martin .

[ Ex. Mill. and Rose from above .
Mood .

O Son ! here has been the most villainous Tragedy against you .

Sir John.

What Tragedy ? has there been any blood shed since I went ?

Mood .

No blood shed , but , as I told you , a most damnable Tragedy .

Warn .

A Tragedy ! I 'll be hang'd if he does not mean a Stratagem .

Mood .

Jack Sawce ! if I say it is a Tragedy , it shall be a Tragedy in spight of you , teach your Grandam how to piss what I hope I am old enough how to spout English with you Sir ?

Sir John.

But what was the reason you came not after me ?

Mood .

'T was well I did not , I 'll promise you , there were those would have made bold with Mistress Bride ; an' if she had stir'd out of doors , there were Whipsters abroad i'faith , Padders of Maiden-heads , that would have truss'd her up , and pick'd the lock of her affections , e'r a man could have said , what 's this : but by good luck I had warning of it by a friends Letter .

Sir John.

The remedy for all such dangers is easie , you may send for a Parson , and have the business dispatch'd at home .

Mood .

A match , i'faith , do you provide a Domine , and I 'll go tell her our resolutions , and hearten her up against the day of battel .

[ Exit .
Sir John.

Now I think on 't , this Letter must needs come from Sir Martin ; a Plot of his , upon my life , to hinder our marriage .

Warn .

I see , Sir , you 'l still mistake him for a Wit ; but I am much deceiv'd , if that Letter came not from another hand .

Sir John.

From whom I prithee ?

Warn .

Nay , for that you shall excuse me , Sir , I do not love to make a breach betwixt persons that are to be so near related .

Sir John.

Thou seem'st to imply that my Mistress was in the Plot ,

Warn .

Can you make a doubt on 't ? do you not know she ever lov'd him , and can you hope she has so soon forsaken him ? you may make your self miserable , if you please , by such a marriage .

Sir John.

When she is once mine , her Vertue will secure me .

Warn .

Her Vertue !

Sir John.

What , do you make a mock on 't ?

Warn .

Not I , I assure you , Sir , I think it no such jesting matter .

Sir John.

Why , is she not honest ?

Warn .

Yes in my conscience is she , for Sir Martin's Tongue 's no slander .

Sir John.

But does she say to the contrary ?

Warn .

If one would believe him , which for my part I do not , he has in a manner confess'd it to me .

Sir John.

Hell and Damnation !

Warn .

Courage , Sir , never vex your self , I 'll warrant you 't is all a Lye.

Sir John.

But how shall I be ' sut'd 't is so ?

Warn .

When you are married you 'l soon make tryal , whether she be a Maid or no ?

Sir John.

I do not love to make that Experiment at my own cost .

VVarn .

Then you must never marry .

Sir John.

I , but they have so many tricks to cheat a man , which are entay'ld from Mother to Daughter through all Generations , there 's no keeping a Lock for that Door for which every one has a Key .

Warn .

As for Example , their drawing up their breaths with Oh! you hurt me , can you be so cruel ? then the next day she steals a Visit to her Lover , that did you the Courtesie before-hand , and in private tells him how she cozened you ; twenty to one but she takes out another Lesson with him to practise the next night .

Sir John

All this while miserable I must be their May-game .

VVarn .

'T is well if you escape so ; for commonly he strikes in with you , and becomes your friend .

Sir John.

Deliver me from such a friend that stays behind with my Wife , When I gird on my Sword to go abroad .

Warn .

I , there 's your man , Sir ; besides he will be sure to watch your haunts , and tell her of them , that if occasion be , she may have wherewithall to recriminate : at least she will seem to be jealous of you , and who would suspect a jealous Wife ?

Sir John.

All manner of ways I am most miserable .

Warn .

But if she be not a Maid when you marry her , she may make a good Wife afterwards , 't is but imagining you have taken such a mans Widow .

Sir John.

If there were all ; but the Man will come and claim her again .

Warn .

Examples have been frequent of those that have been wanton , and yet afterwards take up .

Sir John.

I , the same thing they took up before .

Warn .

The truth is , an honest simple Girl that 's ignorant of all things , maketh the best Matrimony : There is such pleasure in instructing her , the best is , there 's not one Dunce in all the Sex ; such a one with a good Fortune

Sir John.

I , but where is she , Warner ?

Warn .

Near enough , but that you are too far engag'd .

Sir John.

Engag'd to one that hath given me the earnest of Cuckoldom before-hand ?

VVarn .

What think you then of Mrs Christian here in the house ? There 's 5000 l. and a better penny .

Sir John.

I , but is she Fool enough ?

Warn .

She 's none of the wise Virgins , I can assure you .

Sir John.

Dear Warner , step into the next Room , and inveigle her out this way , that I may speak to her .

Warn .

Remember above all things , you keep this Wooing secret ; if he takes the least wind , old Moody will be sure to hinder it .

Sir John.

Do'st thou think I shall get her Aunts Consent ?

Warn .

Leave that to me .

[ Exit Warner .
Sir John.

How happy a man shall I be , if I can but compass this ! and what a Precipice have I avoided ! then the revenge too is so sweet to steal a Wife under her Fathers nose , and leave 'um in the lurch who has abus'd me ; well , such a Servant as this , Warner , is a Jewel .

Enter Warner and Mrs. Christian to him .
Warn .

There she is , Sir , now I 'll go to prepare her Aunt .

Sir John.

Sweet Mistress , I am come to wait upon you .

Chr.

Truly you are too good to wait on me .

Sir John.

And in the Condition of a Suitor .

Chr.

As how , forsooth ?

Sir John.

To be so happy as to marry you .

Chr.

O Lord , I would not marry for any thing !

Sir John.

Why ? 't is the honest end of Woman-kind .

Chr.

Twenty years hence , forsooth : I would not lye in bed with a man for a world , their beards it will so prickle one .

Sir John.

Pah , What an innocent Girl it is , and very child ! I like a Colt that never yet was back'd ; for so I shall make her what I list , and mould her as I will ; Lord ! her innocency makes me laugh my Cheeks all wet . Sweet Lady

[ Aside .
Chr.

I 'm but a Gentlew man , forsooth .

Sir John.

Well then , sweet Mistress , if I get your Friends consent sha'l I have yours ?

Chr.

My old Lady may do what she will , forsooth , but by my truly , I hope she will have more care of me , then to marry me yet ; Lord bless me , what should I do with a Husband ?

Sir John.

Well , Sweet-heart , then instead of wooing you , I must wooe my old Lady .

Chr.

Indeed , Gentleman , my old Lady is married already : cry you mercy forsooth , I think you are a Knight .

Sir John.

Happy in that Title only to make you Lady .

Chr.

Believe me , Mr. Knight , I would not be a Lady , it makes Folks proud , and so humerous , and so ill Huswifes , forsooth .

Sir John.

Pah , she 's a Baby , the simplest thing that ever yet I knew ; the happiest man I shall be in the world ; for should I have my wish , it should be to keep School , and teach the bigger Girls , and here in one my wish it is absolv'd .

Enter Lady Dupe .
La. Dupe .

By your leave , Sir : I hope this noble Knight will make you happy , and you make him .

Chr.

What should I make him ?

( Sighing .
La. Dupe .

Marry , you shall make him happy in a good Wife .

Chr.

I will not marry , Madam .

La. Dupe .

You Fool !

Sir John.

Pray , Madam , let me speak with you , on my Soul 't is the pretti'st innocent'st thing in the world .

La. Dupe .

Indeed , Sir , she knows little besides her work and her Prayers ; but I 'll talk with the Fool.

Sir John.

Deal gently with her , dear Madam .

La. Dupe .

Come , Christian , will not you marry this noble Knight ?

Chr.

Yes , yes , yes .

[ sobbingly .
La. Dupe .

Sir , it shall be to night .

Sir John.

This Innocence is a Dowry beyond all price .

[ Exeunt Old Lady and Mrs. Christian. Enter Sir Martin and Sir John , musing .
Sir Mart.

You are very melancholy methinks , Sir.

Sir John.

You are mistaken , Sir.

Sir Mart.

You may dissemble as you please , but Mrs. Millisent lyes at the bottom of your Heart .

Sir John.

My Heart , I assure you , has no room for so poor a Trifle .

Sir Mart.

Sure you think to wheadle me , would you have me imagine you do not love her ?

Sir John.

Love her ! why should you think me such a Sot ? love a Prostitute , and infamous person !

Sir Mart.

Fair and soft , good Sir John.

Sir John.

You see I am no very obstinate Rival , I leave the field free to you : go on , Sir , and pursue your good Fortune , and be as happy as such a common Creature can make thee .

Sir Mart.

This is Hebrew-Greek to me ; but I must tell you , Sir , I will not suffer my Divinity to be prophan'd by such a Tongue as yours .

Sir John.

Believe it ; what'er I say I can quote my Author for .

Sir Mart.

Then , Sir , whoever told it you , ly'd in his Throat , d' you see , and deeper than that d' ye see , in his stomach , and his guts d'ye see : tell me she 's a common person ! he 's a Son of a Whore that said it , and make him eat his words , though he spoke 'em in a pr●vy-house .

Sir John.

What if Warner told me so ? I hope you 'l grant him to be a competent Judge in such a business .

Sir Mart.

Did that precious Rascal say it ? Now I think on 't I 'll not believe you : in fine , Sir , I 'll hold you an even Wager he denies it .

Sir John.

I 'll lay you ten to one , he justifies it to your face .

Sir Mart.

I 'll make him give up the Ghost under my fist , if he does not deny it .

Sir John.

I 'll cut off his Ears upon the Spot , if he does not stand to 't .

Enter Warner .

Sir Mart.

Here he comes in Pudding-time to resolve the question : come hither , you lying Varlet , hold up your hand at the Bar of Justice , and answer me to what I shall demand .

Warn .

What a Goodier is the matter , Sir ?

Sir Mart.

Thou Spawn of the old Serpent , fruitful in nothing but in lyes !

VVarn .

A very fair beginning this .

Sir Mart.

Didst thou dare to cast thy Venom upon such a Saint as Mrs. Millisent , to traduce her Vertue , and say it was adulterate ?

VVarn .

Not guilty my Lord.

Sir Mart.

I told you so .

Sir John.

How , Mr. Rascal ! have you forgot what you said but now concerning Sir Martin and Mrs. Millisent ? I 'll stop the Lye down your Throat , if you dare deny 't .

Sir Mart.

Say you so ! are you there agen i'faith ?

Warn .

Pray pacifie your self , Sir , 't was a Plot of my own devising .

Sir Mart.

Leave off your winking and your pinking , with a Horse-pox t' ye , I 'll understand none of it ; tell me in plain English the truth of the business : for an'you were my own Brother , you should pay for it : belye my Mistress ! what a Pox d' ye think I have no sense of Honour ?

Warn .

What the Devil 's the matter w' ye ? either be at quiet , or I 'll resolve to take my heels , and be gone .

Sir Mart.

Stop Thief there ! what did you think to scape the hand of Justice ?

[ Lays hold on him .

The best on 't is , Sirrah , your heels are not altogether so nimble as your tongue ,

[ Beats him .
Warn .

He p ! Murder ! Murder !

Sir Mart.

Confess , you Rogue , then .

Warn .

Hold your hands , I think the Devil 's in you , I tell you 't is a device of mine .

Sir. Mart.

And have you no body to devise it on but my Mistress , the very Map of Innocence ?

Sir John.

Moderate your anger , good Sir Martin .

Sir Mart.

By your patience , Sir , I 'll chastise him abundantly .

Sir John.

That 's a little too much , Sir , by your favour , to beat him in my presence .

Sir Mart.

That 's a good one i'faith , your presence shall hinder me from beating my own Servant .

VVarn .

O Traytor to all sense and reason ! he 's going to discover that too .

Sir Mart.

An'I had a mind to beat him to Mummy , he 's my own , I hope .

Sir John.

At present I must tell you he 's mine , Sir.

Sir Mart.

Hey-day ! here 's fine jugling !

Warn .

Stop yet , Sir , you are just upon the brink of a Precipice .

Sir Mart.

What is 't thou meanest now ? a Lord ! my mind mis-gives me I have done some fault , but would I were hang'd if I can find it out .

[ Aside .
Warn .

There 's no making him understand me .

Sir Mart.

Pox on 't , come what will , I 'll not be fac'd down with a Lye ; I say he is my man.

Sir John.

Pray remember your self better ; did not you turn him away for some fault lately , and laid a Livery of black and blue on his back before he went ?

Sir Mart.

The Devil of any fault , or any black and blue that I remember : either the Rascal put some Trick upon you , or you would upon me .

Sir John.

O , ho , then it seems the cudgelling and turning away were pure invention ; I am glad I undestand it .

Sir Mart.

In fine , it 's all so damn'd a Lye.

Warn .

Alas ! he has forgot it , Sir , good Wits , you know , have bad Memories .

Sir John.

No , no , Sir , that shall not serve your turn , you may return when you please to your old Master , I give you a fair discharge , and a glad man I am to be so rid of you : were you thereabouts i'faith ? what a Snake I had enterta●n'd into my bosom ? fare you well , Sir , and lay your next Plot better between you , I advise you .

[ Exit Sir John.
VVarn .

Lord , Sir , how you stand ! as you were nip'd i'th'head : have you done any new piece of Folly , that makes you look so like an Ass ?

Sir Mart.

Here 's three pices of Gold yet , if I had the heart to offer it thee .

( Holds the Gold afar off trembling .
Warn .

Noble Sir , what have I done to deserve so great a Liberality ; I confess if you had beaten me for my own fault , if you had utterly destroyed all my projects , then it might ha' bin expected that ten or twenty pieces should have been offer'd by way of recompence or satisfaction .

Sir Mart.

Nay , on'you be so full o' your Flowts , your Friend and Servant ; who the Devil could tell the meaning of your signs and tokens , an'you go to that ?

Warn .

You are no Ass then ?

Sir Mart.

Well , Sir , to do you service , d' ye see , I am an Ass in a fair way ; will that satisfie you ?

Warn .

For this once produce those three pieces , I am contented to receive that inconsiderable tribute , or make 'em six and I 'll take the fault upon my self .

Sir Mart.

Are we Friends then ? if we are , let me advise you .

Warn .

Yet advising .

Sir Mart.

For no harm , good Warner : but pray next time make me of your Council , let me enter into the business , instruct me in every point , and then if I discover all , I am resolv'd to give over affairs , and retire from the world .

Warn . Agreed , it shall be so ; but let us now take breath a while , then on agen . For though we had the worst , those heats were past , Wee 'l whip and spur , and fetch him up at last . ( Exeunt .
ACT. V. Enter Lord , Lady Dupe , Mistress Christian , Rose , and Warner . Lord.

YOur promise is admirably made good to me , that Sir John Swallow should be this night married to Mrs. Christian ; instead of that , he is more deeply engag'd than ever with old Moody .

Warn .

I cannot help these ebbs and flows of fortune .

La. Dupe .

I am sure my Niece suffers most in 't , he 's come off to her with a cold Complement of a mistake in his Mistress's Virtue , which he has now found out , by your Masters folly , to be a Plot of yours to separate them .

Chr.

To be forsaken when a woman has given her consent !

Lord.

'T is the same scorn , as to have a Town render'd up , and afterwards slighted .

Rose .

You are a sweet youth , Sir , to use my Lady so , when she depended on you ; is this the faith of Valet de Chambre ? I would be asham'd to be such a dishonour to my pro●ession ; it will reflect upon us in time , we shall be ruin'd by your good example .

Warn .

As how my dear Lady Embassadress ?

Rose .

Why , they say the Women govern their Ladies , and you govern us : so if you play fast and loose , not a Gallant will bribe us for our good wills ; the gentle Guiny will now go to the Ordinary , which us'd as duly to steal into our hands at the stair-foot as into Mr. Docto●s at parting .

Lord.

Night's come , and I expect your promise .

La. D.

Fail with me if you think good , Sir.

Chr.

I give no more time .

Rose .

And if my Mistress go to bed a Maid to night .

VVarn .

Hey dey ! you are dealing with me , as they do with the Banquers , c●ll in all your debts together ; there 's no possibility of payment at this rate , but I 'll coin for you all as fast as I can , I assure you .

La. Du.

But you must not think to pay us with false Money , as you have done hitherto .

Rose .

Leave off your Mountebank tricks with us , and fall to your business in good earnest .

VVarn .

Faith , and I will Rose ; for to confess the truth , I am a kind of a Mountebank , I have but one Cure for all your Diseases , that is , that my Master may marry Mrs. Millisent , for then Sir John Swallow will of himself return to Mrs. Christian.

Lord.

He says true , and therefore we must all be helping to that design .

Warn .

I 'll put you upon something , give me but a thinking time . In the first place , get a Warrant and Bailifs to arrest Sir John Swallow upon a promise of marriage to Mrs. Christian.

Lord.

Very good .

La. Du.

We 'll all swear it .

Warn .

I never doubted your Ladiship in the least , Madam for the rest we will consider hereafter .

Lord.

Leave this to us

[ Ex. Lord. La. Du. Mill. Chr.
Warn .

Rose where 's thy Lady ?

Mill.

What have you to say to her ?

Warn .

Only to tell you , Madam , I am going forward in the great work of projection .

Mill.

I know not whether you will deserve my thanks when the work 's done .

Warn .

Madam , I hope you are not become indifferent to my Master .

Mill.

If he should prove a fool after all your crying up his wit , I shall be a miserable woman .

VVarn .

A fool ! that were a good jest i'faith : but how comes your Ladiship to suspect it ?

Rose .

I have heard , Madam , your greatest Wits have ever a touch of madness and extravagance in them , so perhaps has he .

VVarn .

There 's nothing more distant than wit and folly , yet like East and West , they may meet in a point , and produce actions that are but a hairs breadth from one another .

Rose .

I 'll undertake he has wit enough to make one laugh at him a whole day together : He 's a most Comical person ,

Mill.

For all this I will not swear he is no fool , he has still discovered all your plots .

Warn .

O Madam , that 's the common fate of your Machivilians , they draw their Designs so subtile , that their very fineness breaks them .

Mill.

However I 'm resolv'd to be on the sure side , I will have certain proof of his wit before I marry him .

Warn .

Madam , I 'll give you one , he wears his cloaths like a great Sloven , and that 's a sure sign of wit , he neglects his outward parts ; besides , he speaks French , sings , dances , plays upon the Lute .

Mill.

Does he do all this , say you ?

Warn .

Most divinely , Madam .

Mill.

I ask no more , then let him give me a Serenade immediately ; but let him stand in the view , I 'll not be cheated ,

Warn .

He shall do 't Madam : but how , the Devil knows for he sings like a Scritch-Owle , and never touch'd the Lute .

Mill.

You 'll see 't perform'd ?

Warn .

Now I think on 't , Madam , this will but retard our enterprise .

Mill.

Either let him do 't , or see me no more .

Warn .

Well , it shall be done , Madam ; but where 's your Father ? will not he over hear it ?

Mill.

As good hap is , he 's below stairs , talking with a Seaman , that has brought him news from the East Indies .

Warn .

What concernment can he have there ?

Mill.

He had a Bastard-Son there , whom he loved extremely : but not having any news from him these many year 's concluded him dead ; this Son he expects within these three dayes .

Warn .

When did he see him last ?

Mill.

Not since he was seven years old .

Warn .

A sudden thought comes into my head to make him appear before his time ; let my Master pass for him , and by that means he may come into the House unsuspected by her Father , or his Rival .

Mill.

According as he performs his Serenade , I 'll talk with you make haste I must retire a little ,

[ Ex. Mill. from above .
Rose .

I 'll instruct him most rarely , he shall never be found out ; but in the mean time , what wilt thou do with a Serenade ?

VVarn .

Faith , I am little non-plus'd on the sudden , but a warm consolation from thy lips , Rose , would set my wits a working again .

Rose .

Adieu , Warner .

[ Exit . Rose .
Warn .

Inhumane Rose , adieu . Blockhead Warner , into what a Premunire hast thou brought thy self ; this 't is to be so forward to promise for another but to be Godfather to a Fool , to promise and vow he should do any thing like a Christian.

Enter Sir Martin .
Sir Mart.

Why , how now Bu●ly , in a Brown Study ? for my good I warrant it ; there 's five shillings for thee , what , we must encourage good wits sometimes .

Warn .

Hang your white pelf : sure , Sir , by your largess you mistake me for Martin Parker , the Ballad-Maker ; your covetousness has offended my Muse , and quite dull'd her .

Sir Mart.

How angry the poor Devil is ? in fine thou art as chollerick as a Cook by a Fire-side .

Warn .

I am over-heated , like a Gun , with continual discharging my wit : ' slife , Sir , I have rarifi'd my brains for you , till they are evaporated ; but come , Sir , do something for your self like a man , I have engag'd you shall give to your Mistress a Serenade in your proper person : I 'll borrow a Lute for you .

Sir Mart.

I 'll warrant thee I 'll do 't man.

VVarn .

You never learn't , I do not think you know one stop .

Sir Mart.

'T is no matter for that , Sir , I 'll play as fast as I can , and never stop at all .

Warn .

Go to , you are an invincible Fool I see ; get up into your Window , and set two Candles by you , take my Land-lords Lute in your hand , and fumble on 't , and make grimmaces with your mouth , as if you sung ; in the mean time . I 'll play in the next Room in the dark , and consequently your Mistress , who will come to her Balcone over against you , will think it to be you ; and at the end of every Tune , I 'll ring the Bell that hangs between your Chamber and mine , that you may know when to have done .

Sir Mart.

Why , this is fair Play now , to tell a man before-hand what he must do ; Gramercy i'faith , Boy , now if I fail thee

Warn .

About your business then , your Mistress and her M●id appear already : I 'll give you the sign with the Bell when I am prepar'd , for my Lute is at hand in the Barbers Shop .

[ Exeunt . Enter Millisent , Rose , with a Candle by 'em above .
Rose .

We shall have rare Musick .

Mill.

I wish it prove so ; for I suspect the Knight can neither p'ay nor sing .

Rose .

But if he does , you 're bound to pay the Musick , Madam .

Mill.

I 'll not believe it , except both my Ears and Eyes are Witnesses .

Rose .

But 't is night , Madam , and you cannot see 'em ; yet he may play admirably in the dark .

Mill.

Where 's my Father ?

Rose .

You need not fear him , he 's still employ'd with that same Sea-man , and I have set Mrs. Christian to watch their discourse , that betwixt her and me Warner may have wherewithal to instruct his Master .

Mill.

But yet there 's fear my Father will find out the Plot.

Rose .

Not in the least , for my old Lady has provided two rare disguises for the Master and the Man.

Mill.

Peace , I hear them beginning to tune the Lute .

Rose .

And see , Madam , where your true Knight Sir Martin is plac'd yonder like Apollo , with his Lute in his hand and his Rays about his head .

Sir Martin appears at the adverse Window , a Tune play'd ; when it is done , Warner rings , and Sir Martin holds .

Did he not play most excellently , Madam ?

Mill.

He play'd well , and yet methinks he held his Lute but untowardly .

Rose .

Dear Madam , peace ; now for the Song .

The SONG . BLind Love to this hour Had never like me , a Slave under his power . Then blest be the Dart That he threw at my heart , For nothing can prove A joy so great as to be wounded with love . My Days and my Nights Are fill'd to the purpose with sorrows and frights ; From my heart still I sigh And my Eyes are ne'r dry , So that Cupid be prais'd , I am to the top of Love's happiness rais'd . My Soul 's all on fire . So that I have the pleasure to doat and desire , Such a pretty soft pain That it tickles each vein , 'T is the dream of a smart , Which makes me breathe short when it beats at my heart : Sometimes in a Pet , When I am despis'd , I my freedom would get ; But streight a sweet smile Does my anger beguile , And my heart does recall , Then the more I do struggle , the lower I fall . Heaven does not impart Such a grace as to love unto ev'ry ones heart ; For many may wish To be wounded and miss : Then blest be loves Fire , And more blest her Eyes that first taught me desire .

The Song being done , Warner rings agen ; but Sir Martin continues fumbling , and gazing on his Mist ess .
Mill.

A prety humour'd Song but stay , methinks he plays and sings still , and yet we cannot hear him . Play louder . Sir Martin , that we may have the fruits on 't .

Warn . peeping .

D at h ! this abominable Fool will spoil all agen . Dam him , he stands making his Grimaces yonder , and he looks so earnestly upon his Mistress , that he hears me not .

[ Rings agen .
Mill.

Ah , ah ! have I found you out , Sir ? now as I live and breathe , this is pleasant , Rose , his man play'd and sung for him , and he , it seems , did not know when he should give over .

[ Millisent and Rose laugh .
Warn .

They have found him out , and laugh yonder as if they would split their sides . Why Mr. Fool , Oaf , Coxcomb , will you hear none of your names ?

Mill.

Sir Martin , Sir Martin , take your Mans counsel , and keep time with your Musick .

Sir Mart. peeping .

Hah ! what do you say . Madam ? how does your Ladiship like my Musick ?

Mill.

O most heavenly ! just like the Harmony of the Spheres that is to be admired , and never heard .

Warn .

You have ruin'd all by your not leaving off in time .

Sir Mart.

What the Devil wou●d you have a man do when my hand is in ! well o' my conscience I think there is a fate upon me .

[ Noise within .
Mill.

Look , Rose , what 's the matter .

Rose .

'T is Sir John Swallow pursu'd by the Bailiffs , Madam , according to our Plot ; it seems they have dogg'd him thus late to his Lodging .

Mill.

That 's well ! for though I begin not to love this Fool ; yet I am glad I shall be rid on him .

( Ex. Millisent , Rose . Enter Sir John pursu'd by three Bailiffs over the Stage .
Sir Mart.

Now I 'll redeem all agen , my Mistress shall see my Va our , I m resolv'd on 't , Villains , Rogues , Poultroons ! what ? three upon one ? in fine , I 'll be with you immediately .

( Exit .
Warn .

Why , Sir , are you stark mad ? have you no grain of sense left ? he 's gone ! now is he as earnest in the quarrel as Cokes among the Puppets ; 't is to no purpose whatever I do for him .

Exit Warner . Enter Sir John and Sir Martin ( having driven away the Bailiffs ) Sir Martin flourisheth his Sword ,
Sir Mart.

Victoria ! Victoria ! what heart , Sir John , you have received no harm , I hope ?

Sir John

Not the least , I thank you Sir for your timely assistance , which I will requite with any thing but the resigning of my Mrs Dear Sir Martin , a good night .

Sir Mart.

Pray let me wait upon you in Sir John.

Sir John.

I can find my way to Mrs. Millcsent without you , Sir , I thank you .

Sir Mart.

But pray , what were you to be arrested for ?

Sir John.

I know no more than you ; some little debts perhaps I left unpaid by my negligence : once more good night , Sir.

( Exit .
Sir Mart.

He 's an ungrateful Fellow ; and so in fine , I shall tell him when I see him next Monsieur

( Enter Warner .

Warner , A propos ! I hope you 'l applaud me now , I have defeated the Enemy , and that in sight of my Mistress ; Boy , I have charm'd her i'faith with my Valour .

Warn .

I , just as much as you did e'n now with your Musick ; go , you are so beastly a fool , that a Chiding is thrown away upon you .

Sir Mart.

Fool in your face , Sir ; call a man of Honour , Fool , when I have just atchieved such an Enterprise Gad now my blood 's up , I am a dangerous person , I can tell you that , Warner .

Warn .

Poor Animal , I pity thee .

Sir Mart.

I grant I am no Musician , but you must allow me for a Sword-man , I have beat 'em bravely ; and in fine , I am come off unhurt , save only a little scratch i'th'head .

Warn .

That 's impossible , thou hast a Scull so thick , no Sword can pierce it ; but much good may 't d' ye , Sir , with the fruits of your Valour : you rescu'd your Rival when he was to be arrested on purpose to take him off from your Mistress .

Sir Mart.

Why , this is ever the Fate of ingenuous men ; nothing thrives they take in hand .

[ Enter Rose .
Rose .

Sir Martin , you have done your business with my Lady , she 'l never look upon you more ; she says , she 's so well satisfied of your Wit and Courage , that she will not put you to any further tryal .

Sir Mart.

Warner , is there no hopes , Warner ?

Warn .

None that I know .

Sir Mart.

Let 's have but one civil Plot more before we part .

Warn .

'T is to no purpose .

Rose .

Yet if he had some golden Friends that would engage for him the next time

Sir Mart.

Here 's a Jacobus and a Carolus will enter into Bonds for me .

Rose .

I 'll take their Royal words for once .

[ She fetches two disguises . ]
Warn .

The meaning of this , Dear Rose .

Rose .

'T is in pursuance of thy own invention , Warner ; a child which thy wit hath begot upon me : but let us lose no time , Help ! help ! dress thy Master , that he may be Anthony , old Moody's Bastard , and thou his , come from the East-Indies .

Sir Mart.

Hey-tarock it now we shall have Roses device too , I long to be at it , pray let 's hear more on 't .

Rose .

Old Moody you must know in his younger years , when he was a Cambridge-Scholar , made bold with a Towns-mans Daughter there , by whom he had a Bastard whose name was Anthony , whom you Sir Martin , are to represent .

Sir Mart.

I warrant you , let me alone for Tony : but pray go on , Rose .

Rose .

This Child in his Fathers time he durst not own , but bred him privately in the Isle of Ely , till he was seven years old , and from thence sent him with one Bonaventure a Merchant for the East-Indies :

VVarn .

But will not this over-burden your memory , Sir ?

Sir Mart.

There 's no answering thee any thing , thou think'st I am good for nothing .

Rose .

Bonaventure dy'd at Surat within two years , and this Anthony has liv'd up and down in the Moguls Country unheard of by his Father till this night , and is expected within these three days : now if you can pass for him , you may have admittance into the house , and make an end of all the business before the other Anthony arrives .

Warn .

But hold , Rose , there 's one considerable point omitted ; what was his Mother's name ?

Rose .

That indeed I had forgot ; her name was Dorothy , Daughter to one Draw-water a Vintner at the Rose .

Warn .

Come , Sir , are you perfect in your Lesson ? Anthony Moody born in Cambridge , bred in the Isle of Ely , sent into the Moguls Country at seven years old with one Bonaventure a Merchant , who dyed within two years ; your Mothers name Dorothy Draw-water , the Vintners Daughter at the Rose .

Sir Mart.

I have it all ad unguem what do'st think I 'm a Sot ? but stay a little , how have I liv'd all this while in that same Country ?

Warn .

What Country ? Pox , he has forgot already

Rose .

The Moguls Country .

Sir Mart.

I , I , the Moguls Country ! what the Devil , any man may mistake a little ; but now I have it perfect : but what have I been doing all this while in the Moguls Country ? He 's a Heathen Rogue , I am afraid I shall never hit upon his name .

Warn .

Why , you have been passing your time there , no matter how .

Rose .

Well , if this passes upon the Old man , I 'll bring your business about agen with my Mistress , never fear it ; stay you here at the door , I 'll go tell the Old man of your arrival .

Warn .

Well , Sir , now play your part exactly , and I 'll forgive all your former errors .

Sir Mart.

Hang 'em , they were only slips of Youth how peremptory and domineering this Rogue is ! now he see 's I have need of his service : would I were out of his power agen , I would make him lye at my feet like any Spaniel .

Enter Moody , Sir John , Lord , Lady Dupe , Millisent , Christian , Rose .
Mood .

Is he here already , say'st thou ? which is he ?

Rose .

That Sun-burn'd Gentleman .

Mood .

My dear Boy Anthony , do I see thee agen before I dye ? welcome , welcome .

Sir Mart.

My dear Father , I know it is you by instinct ; for methinks I am as like you as if I were spit out of your mouth .

Rose .

Keep it up I beseech your Lordship .

[ Aside to the Lord.
Lord.

He 's wond'rous like indeed .

La. Dupe .

The very image of him .

Mood .

Anthony , you must salute all this Company : this is my Lord Dartmouth , this my Lady Dupe , this her Niece Mrs. Christian.

[ He salutes them .
Sir Mart.

And that 's my Sister , methinks I have a good resemblance of her too : honest Sister , I must need kiss you Sister .

Warn .

This fool will discover himself , I foresee it already by his carriage to her .

Mood .

And now Anthony , pray tell 's a little of your Travels .

Sir Mart.

Time enough for that , forsooth Father , but I have such a natural affection for my Sister , that methinks I could live and dye with her : give me thy hand sweet Sister .

Sir John.

She 's beholding to you , Sir.

Sir Mart.

What if she be Sir , what 's that to you Sir ?

Sir John.

I hope , Sir , I have not offended you ?

Sir Mart.

It may be you have , and it may be you have not , Sir ; you see I have no mind to satisfie you , Sir : what a Devil ! a man cannot talk a little to his own flesh and blood , but you must be interposing with a murrain to you .

Mood .

Enough of this , good Anthony , this Gentleman is to marry your Sister .

Sir Mart.

He marry my Sister : ods foot , Sir , there are some Bastards , that shall be nameless , that are as well worthy to marry her , as any man ; and have as good blood in their veins .

Sir John.

I do not question it in the least , Sir.

Sir Mart.

'T is not your best course , Sir ; you marry my Sister ! what have you seen of the world , Sir ? I have seen your Hurricanos , and your Calentures , and your Eclipticks , and your Tropick Lines , Sir , an'you go to that , Sir.

Warn .

You must excuse my Master , the Sea 's a little working in his brain , Sir.

Sir Mart.

And your Prester Johns o' th' East-Indies , and your Great Turk of Rome and Persia ,

Mood .

Lord , what a thing it is to be Learned , and a Traveller ! Bodikins it makes me weep for joy ; but , Anthony , you must not bear your self too much upon your Learning , Child .

Mill.

Pray Brother be civil to this Gentleman for my sake .

Sir Mart.

For your sake , Sister Millisent , much may be done , and here I kiss your hand on 't .

Warn .

Yet again stupidity ?

Mill.

Nay , pray Brother hands off , now you are too rude .

Sir Mart.

Dear Sister , as I am a true East-India Gentleman

Mood .

But pray Son Anthony , let us talk of other matters and tell me truly , had you not quite forgot me ? and yet I made woundy much of you when you were young .

Sir Mart.

I remember you as well as if I saw you but yesterday : A fine grey-headed grey-bearded old Gentleman as ever I saw in all my life .

Warn . aside .

Grey-bearded old Gentleman ! when he was a Scholar at Cambridge .

Mood .

But do you remember where you were bred up ?

Sir Mart.

O yes , Sir , most perfectly , in the Isle stay let me see , oh now I have it in the Isle of Silly .

Mood .

In the Isle of Ely , sure you mean ?

Warn .

Without doubt he did , Sir , but this dam'd Isle of Silly runs in 's head ever since his Sea-Voyage .

Mood .

And your Mothers name was come pray let me examine you for that I 'm sure you cannot forget .

Sir Mart.

Warner ! what was it Warner ?

Warn .

Poor Mrs. Dorothy Draw water , if she were now alive , what a joyful day would this be to her ?

Mood .

Who the Devil bid you speak , Sirrah ?

Sir Mart.

Her name , Sir , was Mrs. Dorothy Draw-water .

Sir John.

I 'll be hang'd if this be not some Cheat.

Mill.

He makes so many stumbles , he must needs fall at last .

Mood .

But you remember I hope where you were born ?

Warn .

Well , they may talk what they will of Oxford for an Vniversity , but Cambridge for my money .

Mood .

Hold your tongue you Scanderbag Rogue you , this is the second time you have been talking when you should not .

Sir Mart.

I was born at Cambridge , I remember it as perfectly as if it were but yesterday .

Warn .

How I sweat for him ! he 's remembring ever since he was born .

Mood .

And who did you go over with to the East-Indies ?

Sir Mart.

Warner !

Warn .

'T was a happy thing , Sir , you lighted upon so honest a Merchant as Mr. Bonaventure , to take care of him .

Mood .

Sawcy Rascal ! this is past all sufferance .

Rose .

We are undone Warner , if this discourse go on any further .

Lord.

Pray , Sir , take pity o' th' poor Gentleman , he has more need of a good Supper , than to be ask'd so many Questions .

Sir John.

These are Rogues , Sir , I plainly perceive it ; pray let me ask him one question which way did you come home , Sir ?

Sir Mart.

We came home by Land , Sir.

Warn .

That is , from India to Persia , from Persia to Turky , from Turky to Germany , from Germany to France .

Sir John.

And from thence , over the narrow Seas on Horseback .

Mood .

'T is so , I discern it now , but some shall smoke for 't . Stay a little Anthony , I 'll be with you presently .

Ex. Mood .
Warn .

That wicked old man is gone for no good , I 'm afraid , would I were fairly quit of him .

[ aside ,
Mill. aside .

Tell me no more of Sir Martin , Rose , he wants natural sence , to talk after this rate ; but for this Warner , I am strangely taken with him , how handsomely he brought him off ?

[ Enter Moody with two Cudgels .
Mood .

Among half a score tough Cudgels I had in my Chamber , I have made choice of these two as best able to hold out .

Mill.

Alas ! poor Warner must be beaten now for all his wit , would I could bear it for him .

Warn .

But to what end is all this preparation , Sir ?

Mood .

In the first place , for your Worship , and in the next , for this East-India Apostle , that will needs be my Son Anthony .

Warn .

Why d' ye think he is not ?

Mood .

No , thou wicked Accomplice in his designs , I know he is not

Warn .

Who , I his Accomplice ? I beseech you , Sir , what is it to me , if he should prove a Counterfeit ; I assure you he has cozen'd me in the first place .

Sir John.

That 's likely , i'faith , cozen his own Servant ?

Warn .

As I hope for mercy , Sir , I am an utter stranger to him , he took me up but yesterday , and told me the story word for word as he told it you .

Sir Mart.

What will become of us two now ? I trust to the Rogues wit to bring me off .

Mood .

If thou woud'st have me believe thee , take one of these two Cudgels , and help me to lay it on soundly .

Warn .

With all my heart .

Mood .

Out you Cheat , you Hypocrite , you Imposter ! do you come hither to cozen an honest man ?

[ Beats him
Sir Mart.

Hold , hold , Sir.

Warn .

Do you come hither with a lye to get a Father , Mr. Anthony of East-India ?

Sir Mart.

Hold you inhumane Butcher .

Warn .

I 'll teach you to counterfeit again , Sir.

Sir Mart.

The Rogue will murder me .

( Ex. Sir Mart.
Mood .

A fair riddance of 'em both : let 's in and laugh at 'em

( Exeunt . Enter again Sir Martin , and Warner .
Sir Mart.

Was there ever such an affront put upon a man , to be beaten by his Servant ?

Warn .

After my hearty salutations upon your back-side , Sir , may a man have leave to ask you , what news from the Moguls Country ?

Sir Mart.

I wonder where thou hadst the impudence to move such a question to me , knowing how thou hast us'd me .

Warn .

Now , Sir , you may see what comes of your indiscretion and stupidity : I alwayes gave you warning of it , but for this time I am content to pass it by without more words , partly , because I have already corrected you , though not so much as you deserve .

Sir Mart.

Do'st thou think to carry it off at this rate , after such an injury ?

Warn .

You may thank your self for 't ; nay 't was very well I found out that way , otherwise I had been suspected as your Accomplice .

Sir Mart.

But you laid it on with such a vengeance , as if you were bearing of a Stock-fish .

VVarn .

To confess the truth on 't , you had anger'd me , and I was willing to evaporate my choler ; if you will pass it by so , I may chance to help you to your Mistress : no more words of this business , I advise you , but go home and grease your back .

Sir Mart.

In fine , I must suffer it at his hands ; for if my shoulders had not paid for this fault , my purse must have sweat blood for 't : the Rogue has got such a hank upon me

Warn .

So , so , here 's another of our Vessels come [ Enter Rose . in after the storm that parted us : what comfort , Rose , no Harbour near ?

Rose .

My Lady , as you may well imagine , is most extreamly incens'd against Sir Martin ; but she applauds your ingenuity to the Skies . I 'll say no more , but thereby hangs a Tale.

Sir Mart.

I am considering with my self about a Plot , to bring all about agen .

Rose .

Yet again plotting ! if you have such a mind to 't , I know no way so proper for you as to turn Poet to Pugenello .

Warn .

Hark! is not that Musick in your house ?

Musick plays .
Rose .

Yes Sir John has given my Mistress the Fiddles , and our Old-man is as jocund yonder , and does so hug himself to think how he has been reveng'd upon you .

Warn .

Why , he does not know 't was we , I hope ?

Rose .

'T is all one for that .

Sir Mart.

I have such a Plot ; I care not , I will speak an'I were to be hang'd for 't shall I speak , dear Warner ? let me now , it does so wamble within me , just like a Clyster , i'faith law , and I can keep it no longer for my heart .

Warn .

Well , I am indulgent to you ; out with it boldly in the name of Non-sense .

Sir Mart.

We two will put on Vizards , and with the help of my Lordland , who shall be of the party , go a Mumming there , and by some device of dancing , get my Mistress away unsuspected by 'em all .

Rose .

What if this should hit now , when all your projects have fail'd , Warner ?

Warn .

Would I were hang'd if it be not somewhat probable : nay , now I consider better on 't exceeding probable , it must take , 't is not in Nature to be avoided .

Sir Mart.

O must it so , Sir ! and who may you thank for 't ?

Warn .

Now am I so mad he should be the Author of this device . How the Devil , Sir , came you to stumble on 't ?

Sir Mart.

Why should not my brains be as fruitful as yours or any mans ?

Warn .

This is so good , it shall not be your Plot , Sir , either disown it , or I will proceed no further .

Sir Mart.

I would not lose the credit of my Plot to gain my Mistress : the Plot 's a good one , and I 'll justifie it upon any ground of England ; an'you will not work upon 't , it shall be done without you .

Rose .

I think the Knight has reason .

Warn .

Well , I 'll order it however to the best advantage : hark you , Rose .

[ whispers .
Sir Mart.

If it miscarry by your ordering , take notice 't is your fault , 't is well invented I 'll take my Oath on 't .

Rose .

I must in to 'em , for fear I should be suspected ; but I 'll acquaint my Lord , my old Lady , and all the rest who ought to know it , with your design .

Warn .

We 'll be with you in a twinkling : you and I , Rose , are to follow our Leaders , and be pair'd to night

Rose .

To have , and to hold , are dreadful words , Warner ; but for your sake I 'll venture on ' em .

( Exeunt . Enter Lord , Lady Dupe , and Christian.
La. Dupe .

Nay ! good my Lord be patient .

Lord.

Does he think to give Fiddles and Treatments in a house where he has wrong'd a Lady ? I 'll never suffer it .

La. Dupe .

But upon what ground will you raise your quarrel ?

Lord.

A very just one , as I am her Kinsman .

La. Dupe .

He does not know yet why he was to be arrested ; try that way agen .

Lord.

I 'll hear of nothing but revenge .

( Enter Rose .
Rose .

Yes , pray hear me one word , my Lord , Sir Martin himself has made a Plot.

Chr.

That 's like to be a good one .

Rose .

A Fool 's Plot may be as lucky as a Fools's Handsel ; 't is a very likely one , and requires nothing for your part , but to get a Parson in the next room , we 'll find work for him .

La. Dupe .

That shall be done immediately ; Christian , make haste , and send for Mr. Ball the Non-conformist , tell him here are two or three Angels to be earn'd .

Chr.

And two or three Possets to be eaten : may I not put in that , Madam ?

La. Dupe .

Surely you may .

[ Exit Christian.
Rose .

Then for the rest 't is only this Oh! they are here ! pray take it in a whisper : my Lady knows of it already .

Enter Moody , Sir John , Millisent .
Mill.

Strike up agen , Fiddle , I 'll have a French Dance .

Sir John.

Let 's have the Brawls .

Mood .

No , good Sir John , no quarrelling among Friends .

La. Dupe .

Your Company is like to be increas'd , Sir ; some Neighbours that heard your Fiddles are come a mumming to you .

Mood .

Let 'em come in , and we 'l be Jovy ; an' I had but my Hobby-horse at home

Sir John.

What , are they Men or Women ?

La. Dupe .

I believe some Prentices broke loose .

Mill.

Rose ! go and fetch me down two Indian gowns and Vizard-masks you and I will disguise too , and be as good a Mummery to them as they to us .

( Exit Rose .
Mood .

That will be most rare .

Enter Sir Martin , Warner ; Landlord disguised like a Tony.
Mood .

O here they come ! Gentlemen Maskers you are welcome He signs for a Dance I believe ; you are welcome , Mr. Musick , strike up , I 'll make one as old as I am .

[ Warner signs to the Musick for a Dance . ]
Sir John.

And I 'll not be out .

( Dance .
Lord.

Gentlemen Maskers , you have had the Frolick , the next turn is mine ; bring two Flute-glasses and some stools , Ho , we 'll have the Ladies health .

Sir John.

But why stools , my Lord ?

Lord.

That you shall see : the humour is , that two men at a time are hoysted up ; when they are above , they name their Ladies , and the rest of the Company dance about them while they drink : this they call the Frolick of the Altitudes .

Mood .

Some High-lander's invention , I 'll warrant it .

Lord.

Gentlemen-maskers , you shall begin .

( They hoyst Sir Mart. and Warn . )
Sir John.

Name the Ladies .

Lord.

They point to Mrs. Millisent and Mrs. Christian , A Lou's Touche ! Touche !

Mood .

A rare toping health this : come Sir John , now you and I will be in our altitudes .

While they drink the Company dances ) and sings : they are taken down .
Sir John.

What new device is this tro ?

Mood .

I know not what to make on 't .

Sir John to Tony.

Pray , Mr. Fool , where 's the rest o' your Company ? I would fain see 'em again .

When they are up , the Company dances about 'em : then dance off . Tony dances a fig.
Landl.

Come down and tell 'em so , Cudden :

Sir John.

I 'll be hang'd if there be not some Plot in 't , and this Fool is set here to spin out the time .

Mood .

Like enough ! undone ! undone ! my Daughters's gone , let me down , Sirrah .

Landl.

Yes , Cudden .

Sir John.

My Mistress is gone , let me down first .

( He offers to pull down the stools . )
Landl.

This is the quickest way , Cudden .

Sir John.

Hold ! hold ! or thou wilt break my neck .

Landl.

And you will not come down , you may stay there , Cudden .

[ Exit Landlord dancing .
Mood .

O Scanderbag Villains !

Sir John.

Is there no getting down ?

Mood .

All this was long of you Sir Jack .

Sir John.

'T was long of your self to invite them hither .

Mood .

O you young Coxcombs , to be drawn in thus !

Sir John.

You old Sot you , to be caught so sillily !

Mood .

Come but an inch nearer , and I 'll so claw thee .

Sir John.

I hope I shall reach to thee .

Mood .

And 't were not for thy wooden breast-work there .

Sir John.

I hope to push thee down from Babylon .

Enter Lord , Lady Dupe , Sir Martin , Warner , Rose , Millisent vail'd , Landlord .
Lord.

How , Gentlemen ! what quarrelling among your selves !

Mood .

Coxnowns ! help me down , and let me have fair play , he shall never marry my Daughter .

Sir Mart. leading Rose .

No I 'll be sworn that he shall not , therefore never repine , Sir , for Marriages you know are made in Heaven : in fine , Sir , we are joyn'd together in spig't of Fortune .

Rose pulling off her mask .

That we are indeed , Sir Martin , and these are Witnesses ; therefore in fine never repine , Sir , for Marriages you know are made in Heaven .

Omn.

Rose !

Warn .

What , is Rose split in two ? sure I ha' got one Rose !

Mill.

I , the best Rose you ever got in all your life .

Pulls off her mask .
Warn .

This amazeth me so much , I know not what to say or think .

Mood .

My Daughter married to Warner !

Sir Mart.

Well , I thought it impossible any man in England should have over reach'd me : sure Warner there was some mistake in this : prithee Billy let 's go to the Parson to set all right again , that every man may have his own before the matter go 100 far .

Warn .

Well , Sir ! for my part I will have nothing farther to do with these Women , for I find they will be too hard for us , but e'n sit down by the loss , and content my self with my hard fortune : But , Madam , do you ever think I will forgive you this , to cheat me into an Estate of 2000 l. a year ?

Sir Mart.

And I were as thee , I would not be so serv'd Warner !

Mill.

I have serv'd him but right for the cheat he put upon me , when he perswaded me you were a Wit now there 's a trick for your trick , Sir.

Warn .

Nay , I confess you have out-witted me .

Sir John.

Let me down , and I 'll forgive all freely .

They let him down .
Mood .

What am I kept here for ?

Warn .

I might in policy keep you there , till your Daughter and I had been in private , for a little consummation : But for once , Sir , I 'll trust your good nature .

[ Takes him down too .
Mood .

And thou wert a Gentleman it would not grieve me !

Mill.

That I was assur'd of before I married him , by my Lord here .

Lord.

I cannot refuse to own him for my Kinsman , though his Father's sufferings in the late times hath ruin'd his Fortunes .

Mood .

But yet he has been a Serving-man .

Warn .

You are mistaken , Sir , I have been a Master , and besides there 's an Estate of 800 l. a year , only it is mortgaged for 6000 l.

Mood .

Well , we 'll bring it off , and for my part , I am glad my Daughter has miss'd in fine , there .

Sir John.

I will not be the only man that must sleep without a Bedfellow to night , if this Lady will once again receive me .

La. Dupe .

She 's yours , Sir.

Lord.

And the sam Parson , that did the former execution , is still in the next Chamber ; what with Cawdels Wine , and Quidding , which he has taken in abundance , I think he will be able to wheadle two more of you into matrimony .

Mill.

Poor Sir Martin looks melancholly ! I am half afraid he is in love .

Warn .

Not with the Lady that took him for a Wit , I hope .

Rose .

At least , Sir Martin can do more than you Mr. Warner , for he can make me a Lady , which you cannot my Mistress .

Sir Mart.

I have lost nothing but my Man , and in fine , I shall get another .

Mill.

You 'll do very well , Sir Martin , for you 'll never be your own Man , I assure you .

Warn .

For my part I had lov'd you before if I had follow'd my inclination .

Mill.

But now I am afraid you begin of the latest , except your love can grow up like a Mushrome at a nights warning .

Warn .

For that matter never trouble your self , I can love as fast as any man , when I am nigh possession ; my love falls heavy , and never moves quick till it comes near the Centre ; he 's an ill Falconer that will unhood before the quarry be in sight .

Love 's an high mettal'd Hawk that beats the Air ,

But soon grows weary when the Game 's not near .

Epilogue . AS Country Vicars , when the Sermon 's done , Run hudling to the Benediction ; Well knowing , though the better sort may stay , The Vulgar Rout will run unblest away : So we , when once our Play is done , make haste With a short Epilogue to close your taste . In thus withdrawing we seem mannerly , But when the Curtain 's , down we peep and see A Jury of the Wits who still stay late , And in their Club decree the poor Plays fate ; Their Verdict back is to the Boxes brought , Thence all the Town pronounces it their thought . Thus , Gallants , we like Lilly can foresee , But if you ask us what our doom will be , We by to morrow will our Fortune cast , As he tells all things when the Year is past . FINIS .