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THE FOOL Turn'd Critick : A COMEDY :

As it was Acted at the Theatre-Royall . By His Majesties Servants .

By T. D. Gent.

LONDON , Printed for Iames Magnes and Richard Bentley , at the Post-Office in Russel-Street in Covent-Garden , 1678.

PROLOGUE . HE who comes hither with design to hiss , And with a bum revers'd , to whisper Miss , To comb a Perriwig , or to shew gay cloathes , Or to vent Antique non-sence with new oaths , Our Poet welcomes as the Muses friend ; For hee 'l by irony each Play commend . Next these we welcome such as briskly dine , At Locket's , at Gissord's , or with Shataline . Swell'd with Pottage , and the Burgundian Grape , They hither come to take a kindly nap . In these our Poet don't conceive much harm ; For they pay well , and keep our benches warm . And though scarce half awake , some Playes they dam , They do 't by Whole-sail ; not by Ounce , and Dram. But when fierce Criticks get them in their clutch , They 're crueller then the Tirannick Dutch. And with more Art , do dislocate each Scene , Then in Amboyna they the limbs of men . They wrack each line , and every word unknit , As if they 'd find away to cramp all Wit. They are the terror of all adventurers here , The very objects of their hate and fear , And like rude Common-wealths they still are knit 'Gainst English Plays , the Monarchyes of wit , They invade Poetique Lisence , and still rail At Plays , to which in duty they should vail . Yet still the' infest this Coast to fish for jests , To supplement their Wits at City feasts . Thus much for Criticks : to the more generous Wit , Our Poet Frankly , does each Scene submit ; And begs your kind Allience to ingage Those Hogen interlopers of the Stage .
The Fool turn'd CRITICK .
ACT. I.
Scene I. Covent-Garden . Enter Frank Amorous , and Bernard . Frank. PIsh , never doubt it man , thou shalt enjoy her ; Give me thy hand , I say thou shalt : a man of thy Perfections , and despair of gaining a slight woman ? Come , come , no more , Thou shalt possess her Bernard . Ber. Prithee Frank , Leave off thy Railery , thy mirth 's unseasonable ; I am not pleas'd to hear thee flatter me With hopes of what thou never canst perform , Especially this way . Frank. I last thou a Faith ? Canst thou believe the thing thou feest atchiev'd ? Give credit to an act is done and finish'd before thy Eyes ? Ber.

Yes sure , I could do that .

Frank. Why then I say once more aloud to thee , Thou shalt enjoy this woman � I will , to do thee A kindness , be an honourable Procurer . Ber.

Ha! Procurer !

Frank. Nay , nay , mistake me not , I mean I 'le get her for thee . Procurer , or Match-maker , it s all one , The word has several meanings . Ber. Though I know thy vanity to be such , that in Thy thoughts thou couldst do wonders , but Thy power , barren as Earth on Rocks of Unknown height ; yet in thy words lies something that is pleasing , though far from my belief , Thou canst perform it . Frank.

Try me , and if I do not . �

Ber. How canst thou think to do 't , Thou know'st her not , Art unacquainted with her Family , Friends and Relations . Frank. I grant I am Sir � But Heaven be prais'd I 'm Owner of a certain confidence , that never fails To usher my acquaintance with any of that Sex. The least thing that of a thousand . Ber. But thou art wild , and wavering in thy Temper , Apt to run out into Extravagancies , unfit for her To hear , much less commend . Canst thou be serious Frank. Frank. Canst thou be wise � serious � Ud's death , dost take her for an Abbess ? Or one o' th Zealots at Amsterdam ? That thou dost School me thus � hark , hark , Bernard , Were she a Widdow zealously devout , One doting on some brawny suburb Parson , That preaches , following him the way to Heaven ; A mess of phrases , serious , loud and chiming , might Work upon her Spirit : But a Girl who is as Thou describ'st her , free and airy , sanguine of her Complexion , young and healthy , a serious speech To her , is like a long Grace to one of an eager Appetite , fruitless , as 't is distastful . Ber.

But prithee how � what wilt thou say to her ?

Frank. I know not yet � but do not doubt me , I 'le do Thy business ; never fear it Bernard : Thou hast , I thank thee , supply'd me with money , and thereby crost My miserable Fathers purpose of marrying me To an old Widow here i' th City . � And to gratifie Thee , this Woman shall be thine � and by my means . Ber. A strange confidence ! But perhaps � he knows something of her � That Makes him thus presume � I am resolv'd to try � Well Frank , this once I 'le trust Thee � I am to Night invited by her Father to Supper ; Thou shalt Go with me ; and if thou canst perform this , Thou art my Friend indeed . Frank.

And thou shalt find me so , Come le ts away .

Exeunt .
SCENE II. Enter Old Winelove , Tim , Smallwit . Old Wine .

Is your name Smallwit ?

Small . Iervas Smallwit , Sir. the meanest of your Worships Humble Servants , One that shall prouder be to kiss Your hand , then to be crown'd with Laurel by Apollo . Old Wine . Good Mr. Smallwit ! No Flowers of Rhetorick to me , your stock I fear Will be exhausted soon enough , � by him there , Without �is loss on me , you are commended to me By a good Friend of mine , Old Sir Formal Ancient . Small .

He is my Patron Sir.

Old Wine . He sends me word , you have your Tropes and Figures , Your Syllogisms , Epithetes and Phrases , I could Have nam'd e'm right in my young days , ready by heart , And that you can accost , Repartee , come on , draw off , Retreat , and hold discourse even with the best of Our Tongue Combatants . Small .

I should do something Sir , I 've studied long for 't .

Old Wine . And that you can with fair becoming Grace , And modish cringes vouch your gallantry 'Gainst any Squire of the Pantofle Within the Kings Dominion . Small .

I hope I can Sir.

Old Wine . Very well � I 'm glad on 't . I 'm very glad your skill is so unquestion'd , There 's one will want it all � and more I doubt not . Come hither Sir. Small .

Is this the Gentleman ?

Old Wine . The same Sir , � 't is my Heir , the only he That ever call'd me Father ; And though he seems to have but a course outside , He has a cunning Headpiece � a shrewd pate ; His inner Rooms are furnisht well Sir , Take my word ; besides , he keeps good Company That edifie him much , good Singing , Dancing , Swearing , Jovial Company ; Then has seen all the new Plays ; And you 'l find him a Proficient . Small .

It were a sin to doubt it Sir.

Old Wine . Yet though he be well furnisht thus by nature , He has not the Town virtues , Talk and Impudence ; No modish Gallantry to gloss his parts , and make e'm shine , Small .

Sir fear not , hee 'l soon learn.

Old Wine . I should be griev'd else , troth I should Sir. Now I would have you Sir as you are stil'd The Mercury , nay the Apollo of this age To teach him these indowments � I would have him Learn how to Court his Mistress , huff a Rival That crosses his designs , quarrel with Bullies , And pick a Wench up with alacrity . Then to see Plays , and how to firut i' th Pit , Manage his Combe , swear modishly Gad damme ; Talk aloud , to make his parts be noted . Small . Never doubt Sir , He shall be soon instructed with these Rules . Old Wine . And when the Play 's begun , I 'de have him sit In the Wits Corner , play the Critick , hiss At any thing he do's not understand : Be the Scene ne're so witty � That 's no matter , 'T is Modish and Gentile . Small . He shall not fail Sir : Nay he shall hold a parley with the Wits : Propound and answer things beyond his knowledge , And yet come off with credit . Old Wine . Shall he faith ? Shall he come off with credit ? � do but that Sir , Bring him but off with credit , and you bless me ; And I 'le not be ungrateful � see here 's 50 Guineys ; This as an Earnest of my future Bounty : And if he come off , and as thou sayst , with credit , A hundred more shall pay obeysance to Thee ! Tim , come hither Tim , how dost Thou like this Gentleman ? Ha , prithee tell me , � Come be not so bashful . You two must be acquainted . Tim.

Faith Sir , � I like him very well � But �

Old Wine .

But � pish no Buts � hee 'l make a Courtier Tim.

Small . Ah , do not fear it Sir , The Squire and I Shall soon be intimate , wee 'l be Chamber-fellows , Be Drunk together , Sing and Roar together , Ramble till two i' th Morning , and then Slip Into some private Lodging in the Parke , And get a Wench or two . Tim. Withall my heart : A very pleasant fellow ; I like him Sir extreamly . Old Wine . Nay , doubt him not Sir , he is cock o th' game , I told you , you should find him a true Winelove : He had it from his Father , � ay in my capring days : I would have Wrestled , Leapt , Run , pitch'd the Bar ; And kist a sound Wench in a frosty morning , With any Squire in Northampton-shire : But now , I must consess my Ages Autumn , Bafflles my weak endeavours . Small .

Oh , not so Sir.

Old Wine . Faith 't is very true � but 't is no matter , Be you but careful to instruct my Son ; 'T is all I wish � in him my youth shall flourish : And be you sure Tim , to observe his Doctrine , Follow his Precepts with a greedy Eare ; And let me see you strut it in the Streets , Display thy Garniture , Hat , Curl'd Shaddrew With my bully Gamester , in White-Fryers . Ne're doubt the means , Thou shalt have Money store , I have been scraping it this 50 year : And thou shalt never want that my Boy . Tim.

I will do what you please Sir.

Old Wine . Why , I would have you Tim , to be a Fine Courtier , A Jauntee , Modish follower of the times , Hah wilt thou strive ? Tim. Yes Sir , I will strive ; I 'le be as Impudent as you please to have me . Old Wine .

Wilt thou ? � why , well said - ha , what think you now Sir �

Small .

A pregnant Wit , believe me Sir.

Tim. And Sir , to show my duty more � I will be drunk Very often , lye a Bed all day , and rise at midnight ; I 'le get a Wench Sir , and if you think good a Clap , And then I shall be sure to be o' th fashion . Old Wine . Now by Honour rarely thought upon , A Clap indeed is Modish . Tim.

I Sir , 't is so ,

Old Wine . Wee 'l talk further of this point within : I must entreat you Sir to dine with me , Pray let us be Familiar . Small .

I am in troth too bold Sir.

Old Wine .

Fye not a jot � come le ts in � Tim follow your T���� .

Tim.

Yes Sir.

Exeunt .
SCENE III. Hall. Enter Sir Formal Ancient , and Penelope . Sir For. Daughter I say , be wise ; these are ill times , And we should therefore be more provident : I do not like this Bernard , that frequents My house , and your company ; Daughter I say , I do not like him . Pen.

Why Sir ?

Sir For. Nay , nay , I know not that ; yet to satisfie you , His Father was a roaring Cavalier , Apeaching Raskal , that betray'd our Faction : H' had like to hang'd my Uncle ; and for that trick I hate the generation : Yet to say truth , It is a Courteous Varlet , and a my conscience , Would stake his Life for his Friend : but what then , His Lineage all were Knaves , conforming Rogue 's ; Fellowes that strain'd their throats for a free state , And for that cause I hate ' em . Pen. You are my � Father Sir , and 't would be thought Great folly in me to question your Commands , Much less deny ' em . Sir For. How , deny ' em ! Dare you deny my commmands . Pen. Sir , you mistake , I alwayes meant to obey What you and Heaven should impose upon me . Sir For. Didst thou not say at first , Thou would'st deny my just Commands . Pen.

No Sir , I said 't was folly in me to deny ' em .

Sir For.

And dost no doubt dissemble with me ,

Pen. Believe me Sir , I do not , I am now As I was ever , ready to obey you , In any just Command . Sir For. Thou art my Daughter , and should'st practise duty ; Therefore I say once more , and with a parent like authority , I do not like this Bernard , therefore Discard him ; See that my doors close lockt oppose his entrance : I have no house-room for him , tell him so , How now ! Enter a Servant . Serv.

Sir , there 's one Sir Peter Winelove at the three Crane Tavern , desires your Company about Earnest Business .

Sir For. Go tell him I come � I guess his Business , Exit Servant He has a Son lately come out 'o th Country ; And wants a Wife � Daughter go you to your Closet , Fall on your knees , and pray my hopes may be successful : There is a Blessing coming , and I 'le work for 't Exit . Pen. Such Blessings I expect not , nor desire : � when ' ere I marry , or intend it , my Father I see , by this Carriage to Bernard , will oppose it , If it suites not with his liking , I 'me vext ; Extreamly vext at my ill Fortune , and though I have no passion for this Bernard , he do's Deserve it : And it might have been my Fate , as Well as now 't is his : Well � I 'le leave all to Time ; the Dice may turn , and I may yet be happy . Enter a Servant . Serv. Madam , there 's a Lady , accompanied with a Gentleman Below is come to visit you . Pen. Wait on 'em in . Exit Servant . Enter Franck Amorous and Lucia Dearest Madam , a thousand , thousand Welcomes ; To what happy accident am I obliged , That obliged me with your presence . Lue. To no accident ; I came to Sit and talk with you : Or if thou like the Weather , le ts take a turn in The Parke : I have been so melancholly since My Brother went out of the Town . Pen. Is not that Franck Amorous ? Heavens ! 't is he , � how came he with her Aside . Madam , what Gentleman is that ? Lue.

Why , don't you know him ?

Pen.

Not I.

Luc. No , that 's strange , I met him at the door � And hearing me ask for you , pretended business , And desir'd the favour to conduct me to you . Pen.

Business with me ? What this should mean I know not .

Fran. Madam , although ' it s my unhappiness to be a stranger To you , and consequently to be destitute of what Would make me blest , could I obtain it � your Acquaintance , yet emboldned by the Cause , I Presume to tell you that I have Business . Pen.

With me ?

Fran.

Madam , with you .

Pen. Heaven grant it be to 'th purpose : Madam I beg � Your excuse for a Minutes Conference � pray Declare it Sir. Fran.

I have a Friend that Loves you �

Pen.

Well Sir.

Fran.

That dyes for you .

Pen.

Not unlikely .

Fran. And to this Friend , have I engaged my honour , That you shall . Pen.

What I

Fran. Receive his Love � permit him to enjoy you , The only Cure I know . Pen. But whence Sir springs your Confidence in my consent , That you durst promise this ? Fran. Why , Faith no Confidence in you , but in my own Ability , made me do 't : Besides , the knowledge I have that a woman of honour , as you are , or Would at least be thought , could not refuse so Fervent an address , when offered by so brave A Gentleman ; especially when urged by perswasions . Pen. I will not trouble my self with reproving your vanity ; That were a fruitless work , but I desire to know , Who 't is that is thus pain'd � pray Sir , what is he ? Fran. Why , Faith a man , that were a Non Parelio , But that he doats on women � a general fault . Ye have the Ascendant over us . This Paper will make all plain ; There you may read his name . Pen. Well I am strangely taken with this Fellow ; Aside . How many Bernards live in him . Reads . Fran. I cannot much blame Bernard for his choice ; This is no ordinary woman , and therefore not To be dispis'd : But yonder 's a Lady , through whose Vizard � I met an eye that darted fire into me � What a presence she has : Now would I give a Million for an invisible hand to snatch away that Mask . Pen. Well Sir , I 've read the Letter � and to let you See , I neither flight the message nor the Bearer : I 'le Write an Answer to it ; he may hope Still , assure him I will do 't : In the mean time I will not fail to commend your fidelity . Madam , I 'le wait upon you instantly , please you to Permit this Gentleman to keep you Company ; I know Him now , and can assure the general voice of Fame denotes him Noble . Exit . Fran. So , this has introduced me , and I 'le forward : This must be a rare woman : Bowes to her . She le ts fall her Mask , he snatches it up : How great a reason have I to bliss Fortune , that by an accident permits my eye , The view of so much Excellence . Luc.

No Excellence Sir.

Fran. ' I faith it is � O cast away that cloud , That shuts up so much Beauty . Luc. Pray spare your Rhetorick , and let me tell you Sir , I hate a flatterer , As I hate the Devil , and would as soon avoid him . Fran. A flatterer Madam , damn him � I hope You have heard nothing in my words , That you should take me for flatterer ; I know too much of honour to dissemble . Luc. Pardon me Sir , If I make doubt of that , You are a man I hope . Fran.

I was this morning .

Luc. And are yet , doubt not , � if so you may dissemble By th' charter of your Sex. Fran. But your known beauty , by all so much admir'd , Deserves , nor needs no flattery , besides I Applaud a truth , and that is still allow'd . Luc. By some I grant it is � and since your searching wit Has thrust me on Discourse against my will ; I 'le let you know my temper . I hate a man that flatters worse then death ; He that should fawn , and sooth me in my Errour ; I 'de shun him , as I would the Pestilence � I am not made perhaps of the same mould , That other women are ; I do not love to hear A Fop cry Madam , I vow to gad that smile Became you sweetly . No'tis a careless , blunt , and Manly Carriage that likes me best � Besides Sir , I think 't is newer , and more modish . Fran. 'T is a witty Wanton � There 's no way but to wheel about ; and begin with Her in her own Stile � Madam I must confess , I did mistake your temper ; but from henceforth , You shall perceive I am more given to satyrise , Then flatter or dissemble . Luc.

I am glad on 't .

Fran. Fortune in this hath been most kind to me , to make Me worthy of your joy . Luc.

Still in that vein � take heed .

Fran. I have done Madam � the Divels in me ; I cannot out of my road , though I am punish'd for 't . Luc. I doubt not but I am meanly priz'd in your thoughts , For being thus free . Fran.

No , no , not much for that ; � I know your Sexes frailty .

Luc.

Our frailty .

Fran.

I your ambition , or call it worse , your pride .

Luc. But pray refresh your memory Sir , Did not you first accost me , did not you long To break the Ice , and speak to me ? come confess . Fran. I long to speak to you , ha , ha , ha , that 's fine ; Pray Madam , recollect , peruse your self , What is there in that face that I should long for ? I think I fit her now . Aside . � long to speak to you . � That 's a good jest i'faith . Luc. If I mistake , and am indeed so indifferent in your eye , As you declare I am ; you will oblidge your self To remove from me to some more taking object . Fran.

No Madam , you may do what you please � I have business .

Luc.

I shall not want intreaty .

Is going away � Fran. ' Ds death she 's going indeed � Madam , sweet Madam , What do you mean ? Now have I like a Puppy , Overdone my part , and made her angry � you Will not go in earnest ? Luc

I use not Sir to jest with strangers .

Fran. You know I did this but in obedience to your Command , far from my own good Temper , Heaven Knows , and if your mind be changed , and you affect Another Courtship better � 't is but wheeling a little Way about again � Madam , I 'le be with you presently . Luc. No Sir , 't is needless , I am very well satisfied in The knowledge of your Temper , as I hope you are Of mine , and am at present very unwilling to Urge a further tryal . Fran. Then make me so happy to know your Lodging , That I may have liberty to pay my duty to you , In requital of this favour . Luc. That I cannot neither , he that Loves me must seek me ; Perhaps the reward will not be worth the search : But 't is my humour Sir. Fran. Nay , now you are cruel Madam � � dsdeath do You make a Beagle of me , and think I can Hunt you out , upon the scent ? I'faith you Are too rigorous . Luc. My words are irrevocable , and 't will be discretion In you not to urge me further . Fran. I 've done , and will be patient � but if I do Meet you again , as it shall go very hard if I ��� ��� I will � but no matter , let this suffice At present , I love you beyond thought , and will Find a time to let you know 't at large . Enter Penelope with a Letter written . Pen. Here Sir , 't is done ; I have in this discover'd My mind to him : And besides , have given him to Understand how much he is engaged to you : But let him for a time forbear our house , It is my fathers pleasure ; his mind may alter And set all right again . Pray tell him so . Fran. Madam , you have oblidg'd us both , and I shall be Most happy in an imployment to gratifie This favour ; in the mean time , all I can do is to Acknowledge it , and live your humble servant . Fair Madam yours � ' dsdeath she 'l perceive my Extafie � Ladies � your servant � Exit . Turns back and sighs . Pen. Well I do love this Fellow , and will Devise some means that he shall know it ; Come Madam le ts abroad . Luc.

I am ready to wait on you .

Pen. He has a cunning Tongue , but that I value little : No , The choice of prudent Judgments I approve ; Honour and virtue , must obtain my Love. Exeunt .
The End of the first Act.
ACT. II.
Scene I. Covent-Garden . Enter Bernard . Ber. TO be in Love , is to be mad , and live a phrase , That rarely sits my present disposition ; for Certainly if I had sense ; or any reason left , I should have kept my self free , at least from Love , The plague of all mankind . Sure the Devil , when Providence first Quicken'd men with life , mingled this amorous Poyson with their blood , as a continual torment . Enter Frank Amorous . Frank. Dear Frank ! � what return'd already ? Well! and how go matters ? ha ! didst speak to her ? Frank. Yes , I did speak to her , and thanks to my good Tongue , And fluent Rhetorick , a great deal , a great deal To the purpose � hark , � thy business is done , � She 's thine , she 's thine Rogue . Ber. But art thou in earnest ? prithee do not flatter me � For to fall from these hopes to which thou hast rais'd me , Would be a horrid Torture . Frank. Peruse this Paper , and then credit me ; 't is her own Handy-work : Sir , I assure you I could have had A Token for you , a Ring , or a slight Bracelet From her Arm ; but that I thought 't was needless . Ber. A Letter , and from her ? I am transported ! My best of Friends ! how am I bound to thee ? I almost fear to read what 's Writ within , least The Excess of my delight should kill me . But I must venture . Frank.

I prithee come , let 's hear it .

Ber. reads ,

I have such a sensible knowledge of your sufferings , That I would willingly , if it could be without prejudice of my Honour , redress e'm ; But Mr. Amorous can certifie you ; to whom you are infinitely oblig'd for his fidelity .

Frank.

D' e mark that Bernard ?

Ber. reads ,

That 't is not mine , but my Fathers will , that debars your coming ; which also can be affirmed by your worthy Friend , sweet Mr. Amorous .

Frank. Ha! this is more then I expected , well go thy Ways , thou art a kind hearted little Rogue , I 'le say that for thee . Ber. reads .

But from henceforth I desire you to have patience , and pray for an alteration , and forget not to be grateful to the deserving and noble Mr. Amorous . Your Friend Penelope .

Frank. Very well ! do'st hear What a commendable Character she gives me ? Ber. I do Sir , � a thousand suspicions gnaw my heart . reads agen . Can be affirm'd by your worthy Friend sweet Mr. Amorous , � ' dsdeath , she loves him , 't is plain � reads still . ( Still more ! ) her phrase is passionate , oh dull ! Dull Fool ! to trust him with a secret to undo thee . Frank. Come , prithee what art thou musing on ? Methinks this should make thee leap for joy ; Sing Catches , Frisk , and know no Earth to tread on : What a Devil ayl'st thou ? Ber.

Nothing Sir , nothing , only a sudden Melancholly .

Frank. Melancholly , Apox upon 't , laugh it away man ; Think on thy Mistriss ; thou seest I've done thy business . Ber.

Ha! �

Frank.

Ha! why dost thou stare on me ?

Ber.

The business !

Frank.

I the next visit shall finish it .

Ber.

Dares he upbraid me ? Sir , you shall answer this .

Frank.

Answer that � d'slight he 's jealous ; I find it now , and now I consider on my past proceedings , it may be he has cause ; he� commendations in her Letter were somewhat more then Ordinary : She addrest her self to him , but her praises were for me . ( 'T is so ) what a damn'd dull Rogue was I not to receive it ? I 'le go visit her straight , and if I find her true , Friend I shall not fear to answer your demand , though with the hazard of my Life and Fortune .

Exeunt .
Scene II. A Tavern . Enter Old Winelove , Tim , Formall , Smallwit , Drawer . Old Wine .

Well done Tim , bravely done Boy � Drawer , Sirrah give him t'other glass of Sack for that last action , and my little Minion of the Muses bring him but to 't ; let me but hear him talkt of in the Play-house , fear'd by the Bullies , and renown'd in Taverns , and I will be a Friend to thee for ever .

Small .

Your bounty Sir , has seal'd me yours : believe he shall within a little space of time be famous , and such a one as you could wish he was ; he has already profited extreamly .

Old Wine .

But prithee let me see that Congie over again , and your posture ; i'faith 't was very modish : Come Tim , prithee once again .

Small .

Look Sir in Company , take notice your Garniture , fit adjustee , and advantagiously as you can , especially if you are among Ladies ; and let your Comb be ready thus for your Perriwig ; whether it want or no 't is a good posture : if you are saluted , make your Congie thus , with a start , your head bowing to your left Shoulder , as if it meant to kiss it . Very well ! what think you of that Sir ? did he not do that better then the last ?

Old Wine .

i'Faith 't was very well , Sir Formall did you see it ?

Sir For.

Yes , but to tell you the truth , I am not for this new Fantastick way I like your ancient custom , the old way of saluting gravely , 't is more manly ; these cringing Tumblers postures I like not . Give me your method of fair salutation , a rule to grace behaviour . These new ways approv'd by being o' th' fashion , meet not my approbation .

Old Wine .

Old Formall , still i'faith � but mind him not Boy : I 'me pleased to see thee exercise thy parts with Judgement and Discretion , Persevere Boy , Thou hast thy Fathers word for 't , go on and prosper .

Tim.

And so I have Sir , never doubt , I have designs here budding in this pate of mine , that cannot chuse but prosper , but methinks my Father in Law there , that must be , gives me small encouragement .

Old Wine .

Oh! 't is no matter , do not mind what he says : He ! alas poor Dotard , only understood the way to purchase wealth , and make his Daughter a Fortune fit to embrace thee , that 's his Master-piece .

Sir For.

Mr. Winelove , I hold it prudence in you first to deck his mind with internal Endowments , before you proceed to external Ornaments ; for the Body , mark me Sir , is but as a Tenement , bare and unfurnisht , till the mind adorns it with her Houshold-stuff .

Old Wine .

Sir , he shall be adorn'd both ways ; his mind shall be the business of his Tutor ; his body of his Taylor ; he shall be perfect , do not doubt Sir Formall .

Tim.

I Sir , never doubt me , I have a spirit I assure you , perhaps a Wit too adorn'd with Endowments , such as you mention ; and by my Tutors help I may in time be able to discourse with � I 'le say no more � your Daughter � but let that pass .

Old Wine .

Why well said Tim � thy Fathers temper just .

Tim.

Now I have a great mind to carp at some of his words , if I had but confidence enough to pretend to be a Critick .

Old Wine .

Well said again i'faith , why now I like thee ; this shows thy ready Wit to apprehend ; I 'me pleased with this extremely .

Small .

Sir , you shall find great alteration in him within these two days ; for take it from me , he has a ripening Genius , a Wit that will be poynant , and Satyrical ; and some perhaps will find it .

Enter Fidlers . 1st . Fid.

Will it please you Gentlemen to hear a new Lesson , or a Song A-la-mode .

Sir For. S'bud you impertinent Raskal get you gone , Or I 'le so batter that Musical sconce of yours . Song A-la-mode Quotha , I had as lieve hear a Gibb Catt howl , and as much pleasure I take in 't . Old Wine .

Fie Sir Formall , this is plain rashness , beat a poor fellow for offering to divert you .

Sir For.

Divert me with a Pox. � Sirrah do not provoke me , but go .

Old Wine . Stay friend , stay , this is only a little peevish Blood he has within him � 't will be allay'd presently . Sir Andrew , for my sake have a little patience ; why , We came hither to be merry ; 't is a day of Jubilee , I'faith he shall Sing . Sir For.

Sir , were his Songs moral and edifying , I should dispence with the noise ; but this is a lewd Rogue , that gleans up all the fragments of cast Bawdy to make Songs A-la-mode , as he calls 'um : Sirrah can you sing the battle of Mardike ?

1st . Fid.

No indeed Sir.

Sir For. I told you so � not sing the Battel of Mardike ? Why thou ignorant Rogue , where hast thou bin bred ? Sings And hussing , And puffing , And Snuffing , And Cuffing the Spaniard ; Whose Brows have bin dy'd in a Tan-yard , Well got Fame , a Warriours Wife . Old Wine .

O brave Sir Formal .

Sir For. Ah Sir , there 's some matter in this now , an ill bred Raskal , not sing the Battle of Mardike . Here 's Near a child in Banbury of 7 years old , but can Sing the Battle of Mardike , and has it readier then His Horn-book . Tim. Now have I a jest for my Father in Law there , if I Durst speak it . Small .

What is it Sir ,

Tim. To have told him , that no body would wonder at his Mettle and testy humour , knowing he was born at Banbury . Small .

Amongst the Tinkers .

Tim.

Ay i'gad , was not that a good one .

Small .

Ha , ha , ha , ha .

Old Wine .

How now my little Mercury , what 's the matter .

Small . ( Whispers Old Winelove . ) Old Wine .

Ha , ha , ha , 't is a witty Varlet � but come my friend .

Small . One of thy best Songs now , thy Newest � a Song A-la-mode � No matter what he sayes , I 'le reward thee .
Song . THe Age is refin'd , and the Vulgar no more are despis'd for their Talent of sense . Good Wit , at the best is esteem'd but a jest , A ��� is encourag'd , Desert is supprest : That will flourish a hundred years hence . 2. Fierce Criticks like Kings , rule over this Isle ; As the insolent Iudges of Wit : And though they have none , but what is deer bought , Yet to be judicious , they fain would be thought : By the gleanings they get in the Pit. 3. Then let the precise , despair to be wise , Let wisedom forsake his abode . Since Wit is made none , by the Fops of the Town , Debauches increas'd , and good fancies o'rethrown . Chorus , By a pleasant Vice Alamode .
Old Wine . Very well 'ifaith � hold there 's an Angel for thy Pains ; now Sir Awdrew , what think of this ? Is not this better then your Doggril damn'd Rhime , all sound , no sense . This is new , and made By a Wit on Wit , on Critick , ah these Critick Wits are rare Fellows . Sir For. To practise Surgery upon : To flout at the Decrees Of Law , or Justice , to burlesque on Religion ; To make a Ballad out of Davids Psalms , and Turn old Hopkins Meeter into Nonsense . Old Wine .

Pish , you mistake me clearly .

Sir. For. Not a jot Sir , � I 've known him carp upon the Canticles , and call 'em Canting Lectures ; Laugh at A Pious Pastor that was blind , because he told 'em , He could show a path to lead to happiness : Ah they Are lewd Raskals ; Lord , Lord , what will this World come to ? Old Wine . To dust as it 't was of old , but believe me Sir , your Judgment gives too harsh a sensure of ' em . Sir For. It may be so Sir , but pardon me Sir , I speak My thoughts ; I use not to dissemble , I love Plain dealing � Drawer bring to pay . Old Wine . There 's nothing Sir , Fye Sir Formall � put not That forc'd expression on your Friend � so small A thing as this should not be spoke of . Sir For. Well Sir , I know your temper , and will urge it no Further ; I 'le go home and prepare my Wife and Daughter for your Entertainment , pray be no Stranger to my house , and let your Son come Often , I shall expect him an hour hence , according To your promise . Old Wine . Sir , he shall only go home and change his habit , And wait on you immediatly � Tim. a Complement At parting � de' e hear � Small .

Go Sir � the last I taught you .

Tim.

Sir , when I have imbellish'd my self with external accoutrements , fit to be seen , and received by a person of your merit and grandeur , I shall not fail to imploy my internal endowments to deserve the honour to kiss the hand of your fair Daughter .

Sir For.

Very well Sir � I apprehend your meaning , though your phrase be somewhat odd � my welcom shall return my answer to you � In the mean time I take my leave . �

Exit Sir Form. Old Wine .

So now lets home � I have commanded my Taylor to make thee a Rich Suit Tim. Nay , thou shalt want for nothing Boy , be but industrious . And Mr. Smallwit , set him but forward in what he is begun ; let me but hear that he is thought a Wit , and playes the Critick handsomly ; the Critick , methinks the very word is modish .

Small .

He shall do this , and more I 'le warrant you Sir.

Old Wine .

Rail at a Poets lines , and sift the meaning , especially if he be but a dabbler , a novice in the art ; then let him raign tyrannically , 't will procure Fame , whether he 's right or no.

Small

He has that knack already Sir , and fear not hee 'l persevere .

Old Wine .

Be sure thou dost Boy � but we waste the time , thou wilt be long a dressing : Come let 's in .

Exeunt . Enter Lady Ancient , Mrs. Penelope . Lady A.

Sir Formal told you right Daughter , you know not the tricks , nor the debauches of the Town : What Plots , what secret Jugglings are abroad , therefore I say take heed : I have , I thank my stars , been ever accounted of an immaculate Life and Conversation , and I would have that Fame descend on you , which with such great discretion I have purchast � but then you must deserve it .

Pen.

Madam , I hope I shall , I think you yet ne're saw me guilty of any vice , could give you cause to doubt my future virtue .

Lady A.

Your Virtue � no , I fear not that , 't were a sin to imagine my blood could e're rebel , Sir Formall too , though I mislike his starcht behaviour and opinion , was once a Virtuoso , and therefore think not I doubt your virtue ; no , 't is your destiny I fear .

Pen.

Your fears are fruitless Madam ; I ne're was yet so wedded to my will , to chuse before a tryal had made proof whether he did deserve it : Were I not sure she knows nothing of my Love to Franck Amorous , this would a little startle me �

Aside . Lady A. I do believe thee , yet give me leave to fear : Is it not seen , a Lady whose fame for breeding And descent , is loudly spoken of ; gets a toy in her head , Marries her Footman , and gives the Flambeau for her Crest � Another , charm'd with the flatteries of some smooth tongu'd seducer , Sells her honour , and whole race , to infamy , Ruines her self ; and lastly dies a Beggar . Pen.

These are sad Moralls Madam .

Lady A. But most true ; when I was young , adorn'd with blooming Beauty , for without vanity I could so term it , I Was admir'd , su'd to oft by many � many With Presents woo'd me , many with Poetry , some Would urge their merits , some their Fortunes : Others would fight ; and happy then was he that Could procure a smile to grace his enterprize : For I well knowing the power of my attractions , Kept such a mean of favour 'twixt 'em all , That none could boast his Fortune or dispair : 'T is true , I sometimes long'd for what they offer'd , But with a trick I had , a cunning trick , I kept it from their knowing ; at last your Father , Who then was held a man of rare endowments , Though now they are abused by his Customs : So took me with his ' haviour and good parts , For he had excellent parts � so that for his sake I quitted all the rest . Pen.

And left them Willowes .

Lady A. Every man of 'em � Therefore I say look through The man you love : Observe his parts well , Then view his Estate ; for some there are have neither . Pen. Neither Parts nor Estate , goodness defend me From such a one ! by your instructions Madam , I Shall not doubt to guard my self from such Imminent danger : Bless me , neither Parts nor Estate ! Lady A.

Hush , here 's your Father .

Enter Sir Formall . Sir. For. Sweet heart and Daughter , are you there ? That 's well , go presently to your Chamber and dress Your self , here 's a Gentleman coming to see you , Go I say . Pen.

Shall I not know his name ?

Sir For. No marry shall you not , let it suffice 't is a good Catholick name , and I approve of it , No more questions , but obey me . Pen. I shall Sir ! � this is certainly the new Suiter He talkt of , and heaven knows I am ill provided For an Amour . Sir For. Come sweet heart le ts go in , for I have A world of news to tell thee . Lady A.

But little good I fear , If there be a world on 't

Sir. For. Thou 'lt find there 's a great deal of good in 't , I seldom fail to miss of my designes , Come in , and be partaker . Exeunt .
SCENE III. Chamber-back . Enter Frank Amorous , and Betty . Bett. By ventring to bring you hither , I hope Sir , you Perceive that I am not unwilling to be ungratefull , Especially having tasted your bounty in so liberal a manner . Fran. You over-rate � the triste I have given you : Pray do Not speak of it ; � Is this the Chamber ? Bett. This leads to hers � have but a little patience , With which I know Sir , I you are still provided . I 'le go and prepare her for your visit , In a more Especial manner , because I would appear Grateful to a person I have been so sensibly oblig'd to . Fran. You speak what I should say , and make me blush , I am so poor in thanks . Exit Betty . This will in time make an excellent Bawd , I find by her pall'd Rhetorick . This profit is a powerful charm , It turns and winds e'm into any form : She 's coming up with the Lady , who if I find But loves me , I have a blessing past all recompence . Enter Penelope and Betty . Pen.

This is the height of impudence , to bring a man , a young man too into my Chamber without my knowledge .

Bett. Madam , he told me he must needs speak with you About an important concerne , and knowing your Fathers hasty temper , was afraid to let him see him � Pen. And was there no where to bring him to , but My Chamber ? No hole , or by Corner to make Him do pennance in for his insolence , but my Apartment ; you had best some other time Shut him up into my Closet , till i 'm a Bed. Fran.

Well thought on i'gad Madam if my rude entrance .

Pen.

Sir , I need no Apologies and excuses , and indeed considering it rightly , although my behaviour has been such , as not to give any one cause , or licence to intrude into my privacies ; you are not so much to be blam'd as she is .

Fran.

Oh , nay it is well enough �

Aside . Pen.

For you perhaps but followed your own inclination , and pursuance of the affair you say you have , but that he shou'd dare to do this .

Fran.

Madam it was at my request .

Pen.

At your request ! it seems then she 's your acquaintance .

Fran.

No , 'faith Madam , not my acquaintance ; for though there are some certain seasons when all women are alike to me , yet for the most part my ambition soars above the fruition of a Chambermaid .

Pen.

Sir , the Character you give your self , I was sufficiently acquainted with in the last visit you made me ; I hope you come about the old affair , some love Embassy from Bernard ?

Fran.

From Bernard Madam ? ha , ha , ha , though once to do him a Curtesie , and as a Friend I sollicited his cause , I am not ty'd to do that Office : I take no fees Madam , besides at present , Heaven be prais'd , I have other business ; business of my own , would you but be pleas'd to give me a hearing .

Pen. I 'me glad of that : aside . Now if it hit but right � Sir you 'l oblige me To impart it quickly , for I 'me a little in hast . Frank. Venus for me then , now the Tale begins ; I saw the Letter you wrote to Bernard . Pen.

It may be so .

Frank.

I saw also the Commendations you gave me there .

Pen.

Suppose all this .

Frank.

And thereby gather that . �

Pen.

That , what ?

Frank.

Command your Woman hence , and I 'le declare it .

Pen.

Sure 't is no secret .

Frank.

Faith but it is � a great one too .

Pen. Wait in the next room till I call for you . Exit Betty . Now Sir be free in your Relation . Frank.

Why Madam , as I was saying before , I gather by your kind Character of me to Bernard , that you are � most desperately in love with me .

Pen.

I , in love ? � what shall I do ? � my Blushes will betray me .

Frank. Yes Madam , and with me . Nay , do not mince the matter . I find it by your Eyes , it must be so ; y' are deeply Ingag'd that 's certain ; but have a good heart Madam , I am not cruel , I 'm of a melting nature ; You may new mould , and work me even as you please ; An easie yielding temper , I , Heaven knows . Pen.

'T is very likely Sir , � yet sure 't will hardly be my fate to put you to the Test � I'm in Love � and with you .

Frank.

Yes Madam with me , ' dsdeath is that so strange ?

Pen.

You had best perswade me to 't .

Frank.

Faith I am endeavouring it as fast as I can .

Pen.

Now I perceive the vanity of your Sex ; because a Lady perhaps accidentally smiles upon you , or grants you an occasional Salute , you presently think shee 's in love .

Frank.

No ; but when a Lady writes to a man she do's not ; and sends it by a Gentleman ; and in her Letter terms the said Gentleman with the terms of sweet Mr. such a one , Dear Mr. such a one , Worthy Mr. A. and the like ; what should a man think , is not this Love ? ' Gad 't is extasie , meer extasie .

Pen.

Common Civility will allow of praises , especially if we think our selves oblig'd .

Frank.

But praises with such attributes Madam , There 's the point . Praise is the Friend of Love : And that Woman that praises a mans parts , undoubtedly covets what she commends ; as we extol that Beauty most we desire to enjoy .

Pen.

And can you think , if I did ever love you , which assure your self I do not , I could ever be brought to confess it , when you upbraid me thus ; no , I look upon you as a man unworthy � base , and ill-natur'd � and perhaps unmanly � I 'le curb him in a little , though my heart akes for 't .

Frank.

So , I lookt for this � this fretting has confirm'd my Opinion � 't is certain she loves me above measure ; poor Soul ! how her heart swells � But Madam :

Pen.

I 'le hear nothing � tax me with a light Love Sir � 't was a word that I must tell you ill becomes a stranger , nor can our small acquaintance .

Frank.

Do but hear me .

Pen. 'T is an affront , almost past all forgiveness ; With another 't would be counted an Insolence , Past hopes of reconciling � but my too easie nature . � Frank. So now she melts agen , ( this is the very Quintessence of passion ) � aside . I know your nature Excellent as your self ; And Madam , make me not unhappy in your Displeasure , by a few flashy words ; Heaven Knows only the Overflows of a glad Tongue , Proud to declare your virtues . Pen.

Yes by upbraiding me .

Frank. I upbraid thee ! by Heaven I do not , and now , ( Since it must out ) know that I love you , doat On you , and dye till I enjoy you . Now Have mercy upon me I beseech thee . Pen. This passion you pretend to , is so short liv'd , that The next fair object , I doubt not , will Reduce it to somewhat newer , and more easie to your temper . Frank. With other men perhaps it might � but Madam , I am the Eternal'st Lover , the most transported Thing , I am like Chaff before a burning Glass , and Every glance from your eye converts me into flame . Pen. Your comfort will be , that you have but a short time To be tormented . Frank. Oh , to Eternity Madam ; � when I am absent from you , in My Dreams , I shall hover over your Idea , and beget Such an innumerable Quantity of Conceipts and Fancies , 'T would distract another . Pen. No , not a Man that flies like a Hawk , at all Games , As you do . Frank.

I Madam � well , a lye must help me out .

aside . Enter Betty . Betty .

O Madam ! what shall we do ? we are undone .

Pen.

Why ! what 's the matter .

Betty . Slipping down Stairs to see what your Father was doing , I saw him at the door receiving from a Foot-man a Letter . Directed Sir , to you . Frank.

To me !

Betty .

To you Sir ; for hearing the Foot man affirm he saw you come in here , and seeing your Father about to open it , I run and snatcht it from him ; and came up , leaving him pursuing me with as much hast as his Age or Gout would permit him : but for Heavens sake use some means to hide this Gentleman ; for hee 'l be here immediately .

Pen.

What shall I do ! I 'me at my Wits end .

Frank.

And so am I , pox on 't how unluckie's this ?

Pen. Stay , I 've hit of a device will certainly do , If Betty , you play your part but well . Betty . I Madam � doubt not me , I 'le do any thing to appear � Serviceable to this worthy and bountiful Gentleman . Frank. ' Gad I will be bountiful to thee indeed , if Thou canst but bring me well off now . Betty .

What is 't good Madam ?

Pen. Why this Sir , you must pretend to be her Brother , Newly come from Travel ; to which purpose talk of The Customs of some forreign Countries , And your excuse for snatching the Letter away , Being for your Brother , will be more plausible . I le to my Glass , and seem to be dressing my Head � Hark , he 's coming , be sure you do it handsomly . Betty .

I 'le warrant you Madam ; come Sir.

Frank.

This will certainly do ; well , thou art a witty Devil , I 'le say that for thee : I wonder whence this Letter should come , from some of my Mistresses doubtless that want company : I 'le not read it till I have more leisure , � he comes .

Sir For. within .

Why Huswife , where are you ? ha , are you crept into some Corner , I 'le fetch you out with a vengeance , a young baggage to dare to do this .

Enter Sir Formall .

Ha , what 's here ? a Man ! and in my Daughters Chamber ?

Betty . My Brother Sir , newly return'd from Travel ; Well , and are there such rare things in Rome , say you ? Frank. Beyond expression rare � wou'd I were there For an hour . aside . Sir For.

But where 's the Letter Mistress you snatcht from me ? did your Brother bid you do that ? hah !

Betty .

No indeed Sir ; but fearing you would look into the secrets of our Family , which you conceive is dear to me , I took it of my own accord .

Sir For.

Was the Letter yours Sir ?

Frank.

I must presume to own it .

Sir For.

No presumption Sir , but pray from whence came it ?

Frank.

From Italy Sir , from a good Friend of mine ; and intending to visit my Sister , I bid the Porter bring it to me here .

Sir For.

The Porter Sir , why I had it from a Foot-man .

Frank.

' dsdeath I shall spoil all .

Betty .

But Sir he has formerly bin a Porter , though now he is preferr'd .

Sir For.

Umph � like enough .

Frank.

Well said i'Faith � a Guiney more for that .

Betty .

But Brother , you han't told me half enough of the rarities you have seen in your Travels .

Sir For.

I , come Sir , pray let 's hear some of the wonders at Rome , and other places , the story must needs be pleasing ; pray make a brief description .

Frank.

'Zounds what shall I do now ? for I know nothing of Rome but the name ; but 't may be he 's as ignorant as I , and then I am warm enough � Why Sir , as to the Climate , 't is much about the temper 't was of old , hottish and dry , the Houses largely built , and uniform ; the people o� divers Complexions , and much given to Ease , more indeed then to Devotion ; a pleasant Country Sir , and for the most part fruitful .

Sir For.

It was when I was there ; but 't is so long since , that by my Faith I have almost forgot it ; well Sir , and how looks the Vatican ? does he stand stoutly still ? and do's he still triumph in his Age and Excellence ?

Frank.

The Vatican ! what a Devil 's that ?

Betty .

Now is he a pumping : Madam , 't is a damn'd hard word , that I cannot help him for my life .

Sir For. Do's he still hold his Head above the rest ? And want no Succour , nor no Aid to help him ; He has bin an old Standard , but a brave one . Frank. This must certainly be the Pope he means , and calls by some Nick-name . aside . Sir For.

Come pray Sir tell me , you 're too slow in answer .

Betty .

Now do I sweat for him .

Frank.

I'gad I 'le venture on 't : why faith he do's very bravely still , and is very much renown'd in Italy ; but there has lately happen'd a disaster .

Sir For.

What 's that good Sir ?

Frank.

Why Sir he has within these few Months bin troubled with a violent � and very damnable Fit of the Stone .

Sir For.

What say you Sir ?

Frank.

And hardly scap'd with life Sir , I assure you .

Sir For.

Ha , ha , ha , the Vatican troubled with the Stone : madness i' th height ; but hark you Sir , perhaps you mean , there ha's bin a Hurricane of late that has damag'd some of her Turret , and overthrown some superfluous Stones , whose strength , age had decay'd : mean you not so Sir ?

Frank.

So Sir , yes Sir , what a Devil should I mean else : well I 'le make hast away , least he should ask any more questions . Sir , Your humble Servant : Dear Sister , adieu ; I 'le wait on you again at my next leisure , Vatican with a Pox , a Curse of my dull pate .

Exit . Sir For.

A witty understanding man I 'le warrant him ; how wittily he Joak'd upon me . Come Daughter le ts go down , by this the Gentleman is ready to come , who , I 'le assure you , is first , accomplish'd with parts to your desire , and not mine ; Secondly , with wealth to my desire , though not yours , and I command you to use him well , for believe ,

No blessing , but a discontent she owns , Whose want of duty reaps her Fathers frowns .
ACT. III.
Scene I. Covent-Garden . Enter Frank Amorous . Frank.

SO , I have got away with much ado ; Impudence was , I must needs confess , my great Friend , or else I had never bin able to hold out against that Eternal old Fellow , who would have ply'd me with new questions ; but now to my Letter , I hope 't is from some new rare Creature in Love with me , and sent this to point an assignation . reads .

Since you have bin base and treacherous , you ought in reason to expect the reward of baseness and falshood ; know therefore , that being betray'd , me and my injury's insupportable , till reveng'd : I desire you to meet me in the plain Field below Lambs-Conduit , about 6 this Afternoon , without a second , to render satisfaction ; and assure your self , though your treachery has made me miserable , my action shall speak me brave and generous ,

Bernard .

Was ever hopes so frustrated ? this is a Challenge , and o' my Conscience if I should survey my self throughly , I am not provided for 't . This damn'd Custom of Wenching has made me as damn'd a Coward , as a Bully that fights for hire , ( meet me in the plain Field below Lambs-Conduit ) and ' gad I will meet thee there , come what will , since I am invited . I had Courage once , and have yet I hope some grains : if I am kill'd I have the fewer sins to answer for ; and if I live , I 've the longer time to repent ; at 6 a Clock , and now it wants of 5 , well , I 'le first go dispatch a small affair , and then have at him .

Men only live to further fate's design , 'T was Plato's moral once , but now 't is mine . Exit
Scene II. Enter Sir Formall , Lady Ancient , Tim , Smallwit , Betty , Mrs. Penelope Sir For.

Once more y' are welcome Sir ; and pray excuse me if I am not altogether Ceremonious as some , that love the mode , and cherish vanity : my humour is my Law Sir , therefore pray excuse me . But where 's your Father ?

Tim.

Sir , he 's gone to walk in the Fields , the old Gentleman loves Air.

Lady An.

Sir , though Sir Formall hold it unnecessary to express the welcom of a person of merit in descent , and modish phrases ; yet there are some who understand the behaviour fit to be us'd on such Occasions : Sir ! your presence is an honour to our House .

Tim.

Madam , Sir Formall knows that I desire to appear no stranger ; I have , I thank my Fortune , so much knowledge of the Town , not to let modesty obscure good meaning ; I know what 's Courtly Madam , and approve it .

Enter a Lawyer with a Deed. Law.

Sir , here 's the Deed : wilt please you to peruse it ?

Sir For.

I come , Sweet-heart , prithee thy Ear a little .

Pen.

Indeed Sir I think it very fine .

They read . Tim.

Madam , it would have bin so , had it bin well order'd ; but this damn'd Son of a Whore Taylor had made it too narrow in the Breast ; the Buttons are not half big enough neither .

Pen.

Methinks they 're very well Sir ; however , your grateful person , were they ill made , would make e'm Comely .

Tim.

Why 'faith Madam as you say , a graceful person do's much , very much , the well spreading of the Shoulders , and straightness , adds much to the shape ; and yet without the posture , the modish August Garb , and Courtly mean , the shape is nothing .

Pen.

What an Idol do's this fellow make of himself ?

Tim.

Madam take it from me , 't is a hard matter to see a man demean himself with Judgement , the Town 's a strenger to 't � how do I do this ? ha �

aside . Small .

Exceeding well Sir , but forward .

Tim.

There are indeed a sort of empty fellows , that have pretences that would seem to know the Essence of good Carriage � but search e'm throughly , � far , far short on 't .

Pen.

Some such there are indeed Sir , but others that though they have not that Modish mean you speak of , may have Wit which may supply the others want .

Tim.

Wit , Madam , � why there 's a famine on 't ; but now alas the times are Metamorphos'd , there 's no wit stirring .

Pen.

Sir , methinks there has been a great many very witty Playes come out lately .

Tim.

Ah , � dull , dull , Madam , � dull to the tenth degree , nothing but prolix phrases , and bombast , hardly a word of sense , or fancy in 'em ; our Poets now take it from me Madam , have nothing of conceit : One writes of Rural Wit bubbled by Carmen , another of Inchantments , Bears and Monsters , and such a coil they keep with their new fancies , that wit and sense are lost , quite lost , abolish't ; nothing remains but the meer dregs of fancy ; you may believe me Madam .

Pen.

Sir , I 'le not presume to question it , or doubt the truth of what you say , though I confess it seems a little strange .

Tim.

I grant it may Madam , and by the way let me tell you , another would not have found it out ; I have I thank my stars , some certain guifts which others want ; 't is as Providence decree's , every one has his Talent .

Pen.

But not alike , I hope Sir.

Tim.

No Madam , I hope to see that : the truth is , I love to be free , and perhaps sityrical in my opinion , and I doubt not but you are acquainted with the mode , and know what becomes a Gentleman ; for faith should we not sometimes dive into the secrets of Wit , and reprove mistakes , these Rascally Poets would grow insolent , there would be no living for 'em , we should be so perpetually tormented with Lampoons ; but ' gad I cramp the Rascals .

Pen.

Would thou wert crampt and gag'd , so I were rid of thee .

Tim.

You 'd laugh to see how afraid they are of me , to'ther day Madam , I went to see a Play , and sitting 'mongst the rest in the Wits Corner ; I know not what , but somewhat I mislik't , and raised a hiss , which presently was seconded by all the Wits : But to see the poor fellow the Poet , peep out between the Scenes , and shake his empty head , to see his Ten Months labour so rewarded , would have made you die with Laughter , ha , ha , ha .

Small .

In this Madam , you rather condemn my Judgment , then excuse your want of merit . But give me leave to tell you , if I have any Wit , you are a woman of great parts . Do you see that Gentleman ?

Bett.

Yes Sir , methinks a man of Excellent good Parts .

Small .

He is so , yet this � this Modish Gallant that 's now so brisk and ayrie , did I within these three dayes draw out of a lump of ignorance , a wretched lump , a thing of nothing mould , stampt and fram'd him as you see , and of a Coxcomb , changd'd him to a Courtier , a Modish fellow , and the Son of Fortune � Sir , your Verses , you forget that �

Tim.

Hush , I warrant thee � Madam , to let you see , that what I speak is Reason , you shall your self be judge ; I have a Copy of Verses here , given me by one of the Poets , who desir'd my opinion of 'em � ah , here they are Madam � I 'le read 'em to you � hum , 't is an Encomium on his Mistress . Best of thy Sex , and brighter then the Moon At her full Glory , or the Sun at Noon : Sweet as a bed of Roses , far above � All th�t ever yet pretend to Love. For thou appear'st , as if thou would perswade Men to believe , for thee , Love first was made . Or that the bliss of nature should contest With the delightful Lodging of thy breast . Zealots release the blessings heapt above Of lasting Raptures , and immortal Love. But Iove , and all his Crowd of joyes should be Dispis'd and slighted for a tast of thee .

This and a great deal more such stuffe is here , such � much � ' gad I am e'en sick to read it .

Pen.

Methinks they are very well Sir , only a little too full of rapture , and flattery � but that may be born withall .

Tim.

Well Madam , I see your design , ha , ha , ha , to bantor the poor fellow : � but � ' twon't do , what answer do you think I made , � what de' e think I did with 'em ?

Pen.

Why , I suppose Sir , you spoke indifferently , and the less critically because you intended to encourage him .

Tim.

Encourage him ? ' dsdeath encourage a Poet , I 'de sooner do 't to a Cutpurse , and more good I shall get by him � no Madam , I damn'd it � damn'd it to the Center .

Pen.

But Sir , you had no reason for 't , the verses did not deserve it .

Tim.

Pish � that 's no matter , it quell'd the Rascalls hopes , why should I have encouraged him , and prais'd what he had writ , 't is ten to one within this twelve months , he would have writ a Play , and made a Character of me , but ' gad I dash't his hopes , his Muse , and he will hardly be reconcil'd this month through the fright I put him in .

Pen.

Well , this is the most intollerable Fop , that ever I saw , there 's no enduring him .

Aside . Sir For.

And let me have that Mannor too incerted as a Covenant for repairs , and fail not on 't tomorrow .

Exit Lawyer :

Pray Sir , give your excuse , 't is only a little parcel of Land which I determine for my Daughters Joynture � but come le ts in to Dinner , by this time 't is ready � and once more welcome to my house .

Small .

I am too poor in thanks .

Whispers Tim. Tim.

I am too poor in thanks Sir ; softly you Rogue �

Sir For.

Ah not poor in any thing , good Mr. Winelove , 'faith I do not like it � but come , no Ceremony I beseech you , but to Dinner .

Exeunt .
SCENE III. Landskip . Enter Bernard and Frank to Fight . Ber.

The cause of my quarrel Sir , you cannot be ignorant of , knowing who I am , and how you have betrayed me .

Fran.

My answer lyes in this , not in my words , come , come , you are too tedious .

Ber.

O this shews your courage Sir , but believe you shall have sighting work enough e're I kill yee , as certainly I shall before we part .

Frank.

Why , then the Surgeon 's paid Sir , come we lose time ; then once more at you Sir.

Enter Winelove Senior . Old Wine .

How now what 's here , Swords drawn and Fighting ; ah , that my Tim. were here now , to put in for a third man , but I 'le try what I can do to part 'em � Gentlemen hold , hold , you 've fought enough , hold , hold , I say .

Draws and goes to part ' em . Fran.

Hark Reverend Sir , 't will become your gravity to retire a while , and not disturb us , least that portly shape of yours be discommoded � pox on him , h 'as given me another thinking while .

Old Wine .

Faith he sayes true , I was too rash , well Gentlemen , since you will have it so , fight it out bravely , and I 'le stand by , and see fair play on both sides .

Fran.

You see your fortune Sir.

Ber. is disarmed . Ber.

Yes , and contemn'd it , and my life too , seeing 't is at thy mercy .

Fran.

You will do well to cherish it , for all that Sir.

Old Wine .

A brave fellow this , and I 'le warrant a right Courtier , he has the true way on 't , now would I give twenty pound my Tim. were here .

Ber.

Ah Sir , to insult I know , is Customary .

Fran.

To insult ? � to let thee see how far I am from it , there , there 's thy Sword again , and give me thy hand , I could wish I could as easily give back thy Mistress ; but our Stars would have it otherwise ; thou knowest we can't appoint our own destinies ; besides thou hast another Mistress , and two at once is too much in reason for any one man.

Ber.

'T is true , I have another Mistress perhaps fairer then 'tother , whom I intend to visit as soon as this hurt Arm is drest ; but what excuses can you bring from that ?

Fran.

Why , 'faith not many � but dost hear , shall I carry commendations from thee to her too , hah ? � Prithee let me .

Ber.

No , no , Sir , my own Rhetorick henceforth shall serve , but to let you see I have a sense of generosity , as well as baseness , I 'le quit the place , and henceforth do as my honour shall direct me , and not passion , and if there be a way for friendship left , I 'le find it , if not , 't is but adventring another skirmish , and then perhaps I shall be as loath to take a �ife , as you to give it .

Exeunt . Old Wine .

By Iuno , that 's a brave fellow too � ah , he 's gone Sir , you have sent him packing � 'faith you fought it bravely , I never saw a Duel fought with better Judgement ; are you not hurt Sir ?

Fran.

I think not , I feel nothing .

Old Wine .

Your Antagonist , believe me , was a shrewd fellow , and saith once I thought would have damag'd you , your point being born too low , but you recovered it .

Fran.

I Sir , I did so .

Old Wine .

And bravely Sir , you did in doing so ; when I was of your years I had some fame myself for Duelling � ah , I have seen the time when I have come into the field with Courage , travers'd my ground , fought and passado'd briskly , and as simply as I now stand here , been victor .

Fran.

'T is very likely Sir , this is the most impertinent old fellow I ever saw , he will enter into discourse whether I will or no � Sir , your Servant , I am a little in haste .

Old Wine .

Pray Sir , a word more , I have a little business with you .

Fran.

Umph � I am of late grown a man of more business then ever I design'd myself . Pray Sir , what is it quickly ? for some present Occasions call me hence .

Old Wine .

Shall I then Sir , desire the favour of you .

Fran.

Sir , Any favour , be but brief , and tell it .

Old Wine .

I shall Sir , 't is a small matter , a very small matter , only to know whether you are indebted to any one , or to be more plain , whether you owe any money ?

Fran.

Money Sir ? Sir , that 's a strange question , nor know I at present how to resolve it .

Old Wine .

Doubt not my meaning good , nor conceit I question this to draw you into danger , 'faith I do not .

Fran.

Why then Sir , know I am a Gentleman , and have means large enough to pay my debts if they were ten times doubled , methinks you might have guess'd that by my outside without questioning . What is 't .

Old Wine .

Now I come to you Sir � I have a Son my Heir , for whom I have these 5 and 50 years been scraping an Estate , he now is grown up to maturity , and 'faith to speak freely of him , is a youth of rare endowments , and pregnant Wit Sir , and admired Fancy .

Frank.

Sir , being your Son , it were a sin to doubt it .

Old Wine .

Now Sir , I see you are a man of parts , one that the Town takes notice of ; you can talk well , fight well , sing well , Court your Miss in Rhime , with any Modish Bully of 'em all .

Franck.

Ah , your servant Sir , not I ' faith .

Old Wine .

Sir , I have heard you fam'd � talkt of , and wondred at , Constables fear you , Bayliffs creep into Corners , and our witty dabbling Poets of the time , cry , yonder 's Amorous , plague of his Criticisms .

Frank.

You are pleas'd to lay this on me Sir , � what a devil will this come to ?

Old Wine .

All this confess'd , then he that has the honour to keep you company , must needs be very happy ; and Sir , as my Son is the happiness of my Life , and his well doing my chief comfort , it is my earnest request to you .

Frank.

To be his Tutor , and teach him the Town Virtues .

Old Wine .

No Sir , not his Tutor , far be that dishonour from you , besides , he has a Tutor already , a pretty quibbling Fellow that has taught him very well : But Sir , to be of your acquaintance , would make him for ever � and Sir , to gratifie you , command my Estate . You are a young-man , and perhaps by extraordinary Expences , are sometimes out of Money , I have some Bags to spare Sir , pray make use of 'em : My Money , Houses , Land , Estate is at your Service , be but acquainted with my Son Sir.

Frank.

This is unlookt for Fortune � But 't is such a good natur'd old Fool , that methinks 't is pitty to bubble him . Sir , for your proffers , I return you thanks , and assure your self what lyes in me to serve you , or your Son , shall be done without further Ceremony .

Old Wine .

Why , I thank you � heartily thank you . � Tim. thou art made for ever . Sir , he is hard by at a Friends house of mine , whose Daughter he is to marry .

Frank.

Hard by , say you Sir ? pray who is 't .

Old Wine .

An old acquaintance Sir , one Sir Formall Ancient .

Frank.

Sir Formall Ancient .

Old Wine .

Ay Sir , and his Daughter my Strippling is to marry , 't is already concluded on .

Frank.

My Mistress by Heaven , and I consider on 't , this must needs be the Sutor she told me of : This was a happy discovery , for I question not but I shall go near to forbid the banes . Sir , I 'le wait on you thither .

Old Wine .

With all my heart Sir , I was just going to request it of you . So I shall work him rarely .

Exit Frank.

He is certainly the fit'st Companionin the world for Tim ; he knows the Town tricks , all the humours , fashions , has all new Songs by heart , knows with a grace how to accost a Wench , Strut and talk Bawdy , and then he looks with so compos'd a shape , as he were only made to be a Wencher . � Old Peter rest contented , all 's now finish'd , thy Son shall be aspark , and thou be happy , happy as thou couldst wish : well , I 'le follow him , and once more refresh his memory , repeat his promise .

Then triumph in my Fate ; this being done , And boast the best of Criticks was my Son.
ACT. IV.
Scene I. Another Chamber . Enter Bernard , Lucretia . Luc.

WIll you not tell me who you fought with ; methinks if you had any Love for me , you should not let me ask so often , prithee tell .

Ber.

Why , I tell thee I do not know him , he 's one that belongs to the Town ; a wretched Fellow that hardly knows himself , and I suppose was one hir'd to challenge me .

Luc.

In some Ladies Quarrel , I 'le lay my life .

Ber.

Pish , What Lady ? I know no Lady , nor like none but thee ; Come , Come , this fruitless Jealousie 's still to be avoided , assure thy self I Love thee , only thee .

Luc.

Why , are you then so hasty to be gone ? You never come to Visit me , but as if your minutes came too fast upon you .

Ber.

You rack your self with doubts , and think I slight you , when 't is my chief endeavour how to please you ; but for my absence at presen� , 't is requir'd on earnest business , and believe nothing but earnest business , great and profitable could take me from thee ; but have a little Patience , and I 'le be with thee instantly .

Exit . Luc.

Well , there must be something more in the wind then he is willing to acknowledge ; but at leisure I will wheedle the secret from him , and then provide for my self as occasion serves .

Exit .
Scene II. Hall. Enter Tim , Lady Ancient , Penelope , Betty . Lady A.

Sir , though I see in your Phrases a great deal of Wit and Gallantry ; yet if I may presume , you are too poynant , your fancy flowes to so extream a deluge , as 't would o'rewhelm the Age : You look Sir , too sharply into the nature of things , and are , I doubt not , a great Philosopher ; but Sir �

Tim.

A Philosopher � what a pox is that ? � Now this Rogue my Tutor hath left me alone , and I shall be mir'd immediatly � but what Madam ?

Lady A.

But in truth Sir I think you are a little too Satyrical in your Opinion , and though 't is probable you have read Alexander Ross : Who let me tell you was a great Wit , as any in his time , according to my simple Judgement , a very Excellent Fellow , � What think you of him Sir ?

Tim.

Of who Madam ?

Lady A.

Alexander Ross.

Tim.

Alexander Ross , the Devil Ross him , I 'm sure he broke my head once at School � a very Shrewd Fellow indeed , and to my knowledge a great Scholar , I have try'd him often .

Pen.

The Fool has come off a great deal better then I expected .

Lady A.

Yet though he was a Critick , and a Scholar , he gave all publick notice , Printed his Books Cum Privilegio , and gave convincing Reasons for what he did : And Sir , would you do so ?

Tim.

Reasons Madam , alas you wroung your Judgment ; you talk at the old rate of fifty three , when the World flourisht in its ignorance , when Wealthy Blades with Velvet Cloakes through lin'd , Booted and Spurr'd , and almost hid in Ruff ; would Argue out whole hours with Sense and Reasons , and in Discourse pretend to expound it too : But now the Worlds grown wise , it s grown out of fashion , few men give Reasons for what they do , at least few Witty men .

Lady A.

Then Sir , since you have no Reasons for your Criticisms , good Nature should oblige you to be favourable .

Tim.

Who I ! � 'faith Madam , I am , � for were I not favourable , many a poor Fellow about Town would be undone .

Pen.

'T is well Impudence is Modish , thou wert else to my knowledge a very miserable Fellow . Prithee Betty , what think'st thou of him .

Bett.

Truly Madam , he suffers in my Censure equal with your Ladyships , and I think him to be a bundle of Vanity ; otherwise called a Fop in Extraordinary .

Tim.

Do's your Ladiship delight in Songs ? I 'le sing you one or two of mine own Penning .

Lady A.

Oh! extreamly Sir , and now I think on 't , I had a Song given me yesterday of a Kinsman of mine 's Penning , Betty can sing it ; you shall hear it Sir , and I pray you give me your Opinion of it .

Tim.

With all my heart Madam , and afterwards you shall hear mine .

Lady A.

The Tune was Set Sir , by a very good Friend of his , one Mr. Smith , and late Composer to the Kings Play-house .

Tim.

Who Bob ! a very Excellent Fellow Madam , believe me , and one the Town Misses very much to my knowledge ; for now a dayes what ever is the matter with 'em , I know not , but we have such Tunes , such lowsy lamentable Tunes , that 't would make one forswear all Musick , Maiden Fair , or the the Kings Delight , are incomparable to some of these we have now . 'T is true the Theater Musick is something tollerable , because 't is for their Credit ; but otherwise �

Lady A.

Sir , I see you are a great Judge ; � Come Betty the Song : Pray observe Sir , 't is a little wanton , that 's all the fault I know in it .

SONG . I found my Caelia one night undrest , a precious Banquet for languishing Love , the charming object a flame increast , which never , ah never , till then I prov'd ; her delicate skin , and starry eye , made me a secret bliss pursue , but with her soft hand she still put it by , and cry'd , Fie Amintor what would you do ? 2. Her words and blushes so fir'd my heart , I pull'd her to me and clasp'd her around , And though with Cunning she play'd her part : Yet fainter , and fainter , her threats I found . But when I least thought on her , least I desir'd , My Love a forbearance should allow , A touch of her hand , my heart so inspir'd : My Passion was melted I know not how . 3. Which when fair Caelia's quick eye perceiv'd , And found by my calmness my passions decay , Her Fate she inwardly seem'd to grieve : That Fool'd her , and Cool'd her so base away . She sigh'd and look'd pale to see me dull , And in her heart , this oath she swore , She never again would slight an address : Nor the Critical minute refuse no more .
Lady A.

Now Sir , how de' e like it ?

Tim.

'Ifaith a pretty Song , and a great deal of Wit in 't , but I am confident it won't take .

Lady A.

Why Sir ?

Tim.

It wants a little more of that same in it : Those wrappings in Clean Linnen , it should have appeared naked as 't was meant ; To be plain with you Madam , nothing but Bawdy � down-right , � rank Bawdy will do now , nor hardly that neither , if it have not some new meaning .

Lady A.

Fye Sir , this is too Satyrical .

Tim.

Not at all Madam � 't is a lewd Age , a very Pocky , Pitiful , Age , and must be abus'd , or know no Reformation .

Enter Sir Formal , Old Wine , Frank. Sir For.

Here he is Sir , my Wife and Daughter with him , close at the business Sir you see he looses no time .

Old Wine .

This Sir is he , � Tim , pray know this Gentleman , a worthy person , and one has done me great Honour .

The Congee . Frank.

' Dsheart this is the Fool I bubbled one day at Spearings , I must smooth him with a Complement for fear of discovery .

Aside . Tim.

Sir , if I mistake not , I had the honour to see you once before , but now am proud that Fortune has been so kind as to grace me with this second interview .

Frank.

Sir , 't was a Happiness I confess unexpected that brought me into your Company , and this second chance has confirmed the Obligation , and made me infinitely a debtor .

Pen.

Franck Amorous ! and in the Company of my Father ! this amazes me : Betty , you must follow still the old humour , and call him Brother , Last my Father should discover our last Plot.

Bett.

O Madam never fear his discovery , I 'le warrant you I 'le secure him � dear Brother �

Frank.

Sister , how dost thou ? I ha' not seen thee a good while , � but business must excuse all .

Tim.

Is she your Sister Sir ?

Frank.

Yes Sir , and the best of 'em I 'le assure you � but mum , more of that hereafter .

Tim.

Well Sir , I come indifferent near you , for this Lady here is to be my Wife .

Frank.

Say you so Sir ? nay then on your account I may presume to Salute her , without further Ceremony ;

Kisses her .

Your Wife say you Sir ?

Tim.

Faith even so Sir , the Sisters have decreed it .

Frank.

You 're happy Sir , but pray , how many Months Courtship was your purchase ?

Tim.

Though this seems to be a Modish Fellow , yet by his Discourse , he seems to know little of the Town Courtship . Sir , � Why I never Courted her in my life , Damme , methinks a mans Parts and Perfections may do it without Courtship : But Sir , I see you are ignorant of the new way of address .

Frank.

I am in troth Sir.

Old Wine .

Tim , come hither .

They Whisper . Frank.

Did I not know your Judgement , and this Fellows Vanity � I should fear him as a Rival , but so much Foppery has clear'd my doubts , and given me cause , rather to pity then hate him .

Pen.

I know not what it is to pity him , but I am sure I hate him ; his Impertinence has made me sick , � these two hours have I been in Purgatory .

Frank.

Nay , 't is the verriest Puppy � Madam , shall I ? �

Pen.

No , no , hang him , he 's below a beating .

Old Wine .

See , he points at thee .

Tim.

Who , pox , he 's entring into Commendation of me , or one mischief or other , now 't is ten to one but I shall suffer by his Bed-rid Genius .

Small .

Oh! oh ! oh !

Within . Sir For.

How now ! what voice is that ?

Enter Smallwit , his head bound � Oh , oh . Tim.

Hah � my Tutor � abus'd thus � 'Zounds , who has done this ? I 'le be the death of him , a Dog , Rascal , Villain , Son of a Whore , I 'le murder him , he shall not live , abuse my Tutor thus , a Rogue , a Dog ; ' dsdeath I 'le cut him to Pieces ; let me go .

Lady A ,

Good Sir , be patient till we know the Accident .

Tim.

Father , hold me fast , for by Heaven your ignorance had like to have dishonour'd me .

Sir For.

The Pericranium's safe , there 's no great harm done ; but by what Accident came it ? pray be brief .

Tim.

No matter how Sir , ' dsdeath let me find the Rogue .

Old Wine .

Nay Son , Son � good Son �

Small .

Why Sir , coming through Long-Acre , I chanc'd to see a very hansom Lady stand in a Bellcony , at which object my Faculties being alarm'd , I stood an indifferent while to view her ; when presently comes out of the house a Gentleman , and ask'd me what I star'd at � I told him at the Lady : Sirrah sayes he , ( and swore ) who are you � I thinking that would be pleasing , told who I was ; and further , inform'd him I belong'd to you , �nd what Office I was imploy'd in : when he heard this , he call'd me Son of a Whore , drew upon me , and with the Hilt of his Sword , broke my head a cross , and so surrounded by a crowd of people left me .

Frank.

A very barbarous thing 'ifaith , broke thy head a Cross , 't was too much a Conscience .

Sir For.

I 'le warrant some Papish , or other that ow'd him a Spight : Do'st thou not know his name ?

Small .

Yes , I understood by some that stood by , that his name was Bernard .

Sir For.

Bernard , was 't he ? I know him Sir , a Rascal , a Cavaliering Vagabond that hates our party : he was once a Suitor to my Daughter , but I casheer'd him quickly ; alas a broken head , 't is nothing with him , 't is a wonder he had not kill'd thee ; had I been there he had pepperd me ; o' my conscience ' h�s maim'd a Regiment of Roundheads .

Tim.

No one to affront thus , but my Tutor � talke no more on 't , he shall not live � I 'le instantly go and challenge him .

Old Wine .

And so thou shalt Boy , and I 'le be thy second rather then faile : Let this Pass !

Sir For.

Fie , fie , consider better first .

Lady A.

Come Sir , go in with me , I 've an excellent Balsome of my own making , which I 'm sure in few hours will heal up the Orisice .

Exit Small . Lady A. Pen.

Yonder has Amorous been this quarter of an hour musing and muttering to himself � Prithee get behind him , and listen what he sayes .

Frank.

Bernard did he say ! The Lady he talkt of in the Balcony , is undoubtedly Bernards Mistress , whom with such care he conceal'd over against the Rose . I'gad the hopes of beguiling him of this second Mistress is so sweet , that I am not able to resist it , I must see her .

Bett.

Oh happy discovery � who would ha thought this had been in him � well , the whole race of men are deceivers , exemplary in this inconstant wretch : But my Lady shall know it instantly .

Tim.

You may let me go now ; I begin to cool � Pox on 't , I 've considered now , 't is beneath me to fight him on this quarrel ; had it been my own quarrel , and about a Wench , though 't were an Orange Wench , I would ha' pinckt the Rascal , but seeing 't is as 't is , my Tutor shall Lampoon him , and there 's an end on 't .

Frank.

Sir , leave the sequel of this affair to me , I know the man better then you imagine ; and assure your self he shall render satisfaction as shall countervail the Affront , for the pursuance of which , I take my leave . And hark a word more , forbear addresses to that Lady till I see you next . There 's Plots , Jugglings abroad ; I 'le tell you more anon : My Sister neither is not as she seems , but time will discover all , six thousand pound is Money Sir : See they observe us ; I 'le take my leave , the humblest of your Servants � So this I see has so amaz'd him , that hee 'l be fearful to proceed further , till he speak with me : but now to my new adventure � I 'm almost mad to see her .

Tim.

Umh � there 's something more in this then I well understand , but at night I shall know all .

Sir For.

Come Mr. Winelove , pray walk in with me , accept a Glass of my March-Beer , old hearty Liqour Sir , and good to nourish , pray walk in .

Old Wine .

With all my heart Sir Formal , Tim , come follow me .

Exeunt Omnes praeter Penelope and Betty . Bett.

No Madam , 't is infallibly so ; you may see by his hasty going away how constant he is .

Pen.

This Action of his has vext me extreamly , for if he ramble thus already , what would he do if I should ever happen to marry him .

Bett.

Ay Madam , when as they say he is the Husband of your bosom , the firm supplier of your Necessities , when you are bone of his bone , and for ever one flesh , then � to have what so deeply you lov'd snatch'd from you by a Suburb sinner that sues for hire , in truth Madam is intollerable , and were it my self I could never endure it .

Pen.

Did'st thou hear him distinctly ? Methinks I am very loath to believe it , I alwayes thought him constant , and Betty thou had'st a good opinion of him once too .

Bett.

In truth I had Madam , I thought him exquisite , and a man of good Parts ; but since I find him false , I assure you I hate an inconstant Fellow : O fye , indeed he 's very odious to me .

Pen.

But Prithee tell me , what said he ?

Bett.

Why Madam , amongst a Crowd of words , which muttringly exprest his Joy , I heard him say aloud , that the hopes of beguiling Bernard of this second Mistress was so sweet , that he was not able to resist it .

Pen.

'T is so � he is false , nay what is worse , he triumphs in his falshood , but I am resolved to �it him , though my poor heart suffers for it : 'T is well my love is not so passionate , as some who six their thoughts on such base wretches . If it were , I see my destiny � inconstant Frank adieu � I 'm now my self again � Betty , get me Ink and Paper in my Closet .

Exit Betty .

I 'le presently write to Bernard , who perhaps dispaires of regaining my affection , but the kind expressions in my Letter shall thaw his frozen hopes , and make him once more mine , � appoint him to meet me in the Park , whither Amorous I 'me sure will bring Lucia , if he designes an assignation : If I find him false , my choice is Bernard ; if not , my doubt will augment my future Love , and make my Fate more happy �

Exit . Enter Betty . Bett.

She 's gone to Write , and now I am alone , let me consider a little of my own affaires : Franck Amorous's last words , if well understood , and quaintly managed , may prove greatly to my advantage ; for I heard him tell the young Squire , I was his Sister , and the best of of 'um ; talkt of 6000 l and the Lord knows what , as if I were some vast unbounded Fortune , that liv'd disguis'd for my security : This Plot followed closely , must needs prove advantagious : For as I past by the door , I saw the Fop Leer at me , and make a Congee , as if he had already markt me out for his Addresses : Well , if I am by the Nick name of Sister � cheated into fifteen hundred a year , 't is the only way to make me a Lady , that I know ; and Heaven knows how agreeable that Title is to me , here he comes � he has followed me hither to speak in private , � and I am resolved to be prepared for him .

Enter Tim. Tim.

Yonder she is , it must be as he told me � her very look's too stately for a Chambermaid � ha , have they tricks ? I find I shall out trick um � I 'le accost her , and try if shee 'l discover .

Bett.

He 's coming , now for a studied speech �

Fim .

A very pretty Room this Madam � good Hangings , and well contriv'd .

Bett.

Madam , that very word is comfortable , it is indeed Sir , now very happy in Lustre , receiving from your presence its greatest Ornament , but else a very poor appartment , and far unworthy your notice .

Tim.

Ah Madam , you do me too much honour , � Lustre from me , alas no � I 'm clouded , I make no show in the World , blemitht , disguised , I love no noise nor tumult , and some there are , who shall be nameless , that follow my example . � This touches her .

Bett.

What , walk disguis'd ? pray who are they ?

Tim.

Persons of Quality , who think it sit to shade their Birth and Fortunes , but let that pass � your Brother Madam , by Heaven is a very brave Fellow , and one that has done me many signal favours , and whoso'er defames him , lyes in 's throat , is a Son of a Whore , a Dog , and Poultroon , and shall be Carbonado'd for your sake ; next for his own .

Bett.

For mine , alas Sir , indeed you degrade your self .

Tim.

Secrets will out at last Madam , the Sun cannot be long clouded .

Bett.

Sir , this is too mistical for so barren an apprehension as mine is .

Tim.

Madam , you may conceal it how you please ; but your Brother has done me the honour to impart a Secret to me .

Bett.

A Secret Sir ! � for Heavens sake , of me , or my Lady ?

Tim.

Your Lady � ha , ha , ha , � who 's that � no , no , that won't pass : I have a piercing eye , it may be a foreseeing one .

Bett.

What do ye foresee Sir ?

Tim.

Where a great Fortune lyes : Nay I can tell too whether 5000 l. or 15 Groats � your Lady � ha , ha , ha , harke Madam , deal freely with me � is she not your Chambermaid ? I suppose 't will come to that at last .

Bett.

O sye , no indeed Sir , but I see my Brother has been too talkative of my concerns : Yet this committing it to the bosom of a person of so much merit and worth , as your actions sufficiently demonstrate you to be , has in some measure released my doubt , I well knowing the extraordinary Perfections Heaven has bestowed on you , especially in concealing the secret of a person extreamly sensible of Fortunes bounty , in permitting the honour to be enroll'd among the the number of your admirers .

Tim.

Madam , your commands can make me dumb , if this had come from a man now : what a rare speech was here to have criticis'd upon , but I am glad I have discovered her Quality .

Pen.

within , Betty , where are you ?

Tim.

Who 's that ?

Bett

Sir Formalls Daughter Sir.

Tim.

Methinks Sir Formalls Daughter 's a little too familiar , though with one of your Quality .

Bett.

'T is as I please to have it Sir , for a time : Hark she 's coming , and 't is not fit she sees this Interview ; therefore � Sir � I must beg you to retire , and leave the pursuance of this affair to a fitter opportunity , alwayes remembring that your secresy will oblige me ; for were my Qualities publisht , I could never rest free from the impertinent Addresses of the Town Fops , and that was indeed the reason .

Tim.

Of your disguising your self into a Chambermaid , nay never blush , it must be so .

Bett.

Well indeed Sir , you have the winningst way with you .

Pen.

Within , Why Betty , what are you doing of ?

Tim.

Again , a very impudent woman , this Madam , as ever I saw ; but the truth is , I ever thought her a woman of slender Discretion , but least as you say , she should come and disturb us , I 'le take my leave , and be only happy in contemplating your perfection , being deprived of the Blessing of your Society .

Exit . Bett.

The Blessing of my Society � ha , ha , ha , was ever such a Fop seen , he runs faster into the snare then I would have him ; I play'd my partrarely well , there 's but a step more between me and my wishes , if I can get that my race is finisht , if not , 't is but so many hopes lost , and the odd Complements : I 'le go and disclose all to my Lady , she I am sure will further it ; the next is , to appoint an Assignation , get a Parson and Marry , and the next , to take State upon me as befits my Fortune .

Exit .
SCENE III. Second Chamber . Enter Bernard and Lucia . A Letter . Ber.

Nay , prithee trouble not thy self about this , 't is a concern of a friends of mine i th' Country ; but to our own affair , I saw Frank Amorous coming in the Street , I know he 's coming hither : Put your self into a fit posture , it may be a Husband , and a 1000 l. a year in your way , if well manag'd .

Luc.

Pray let me alone to manage it .

Ber.

I 'le go into my Closet , and over-hear and in the middle of his Courtship surprize him , hark he 's coming � you know your part , � I 'le obscure myself .

Enter Franck Amorous , She offers to run away , he Catches and holds her . Franck.

Nay , do not fly me Madam , you are found , I thank my Stars they have lighted me the way , the right way now � I have rambled long enough .

Luc.

And now you have found me , what are you the better ? what Propositions can you make your self ?

Franck.

Why all Madam , all that man could wish for ; I have youth enough , strength enough , Love enough , and Money enough , and what a Pox should bauk my Propositions : I do propound to my self that I am the man that must �

Luc.

� What ?

Franck.

Why do a certain affair for you which shall be namless . But before I proceed any further in Discourse , oblige me so far , as to tell me in what manner of Phrase I shall accost you ? whether in your old way of Raillery and Affront , or my old of Love and Insinuation ?

Luc.

Neither Sir , I am not prepared for an Address .

Franck.

But I am � do but try me � I 'le warrant I 'le fit your humour .

Luc.

You 'l find it somewhat troublesome � mine 's a continued Temper .

Fronck .

So that 's my Cue , it must be the old way � 'T is the strangest humour I ever met with , nothing will win her but flat abuses .

Luc.

Sir , you will oblige me to be brief in declaring your business .

Franck.

Why , then to be plain with you Madam , the world takes notice of your retir'd life , and has been bold to pass ungrounded Censures upon your reputation : There is a Gentleman is seen to Visit you often , one I could name , if occasion were , and to my knowledge � ha's above three and twenty Wives , besides some thirteen Mistresses , conveniently Lodged for each particular Ramble .

Ber.

Impudent Raskal .

Behind . Luc.

Certainly not so many as you mention , but if he had , I could forgive him : Besides Sir , methinks you have little reason to speak of this , having your self by this Character of you been sixteen times under the Surgeons hands , and as often Cited into the Court for getting of Bastards .

Franck.

Pugh � a lye � a notorious lye � I Cited to the Court Madam , he only told you this , for fear of being too much interested in your favour .

Luc.

Sir , he needs not fear that , for both he and all others are alike to me , I seldom fawn on any one .

Franck.

That fawns on you , you mean , one that will Court you , Serve you , Sing to you , Play with you , Love ye , Kiss ye , Marry you , Lye with you , Honour you , and keep you to the end of the Chapter .

Luc.

The truth is , 't is a great deal better then 'tother , and I 'm pleased to see your endeavours .

Franck.

Art thou pretty sweet Creature ? and ' igad I will endeavour most extreamly � most vehemently , but I will please thee at last .

Ber.

So now I 'le upon him , he 's ripe now for the Plot.

Luc.

I 'me sure now you insult over my weakness , if I should be kind .

Franck.

Insult , banish me for ever thy presence , which is the greatest Curse I can think of , if I do not adore every inch of thee , and think this the happiest minute I ever saw , my deer , sweet , pretty excellent .

Kisses her hand , Bernard pulls him . Ber.

Sir.

Luc.

Oh Heavens ! Bernard here !

Franck.

Ay , I knew the Devil would send him � well , since it is so , I will be impudent , and get out as well as I can . Your pleasure Sir � you see 't is I , make your best on 't .

Ber.

Then Sir , let me tell you � you are a Villain .

Franck.

And Sir , let me tell you , you lye , there 's a Rowland for your Oliver .

Ber.

' Dsdeath can I be patient ?

He offers to draw . Luc.

Hold Sir , do you know where you are , and what I am , that you dare do this ; must I be affronted with your unseasonable Quarrels ? And must my Chamber be your field to tilt in : call you this Love to me ? I grow enraged at the Affront .

Ber.

Madam , can you then take part with my enemy , the Ravisher of my delights , and continued fo to virtue .

Franck.

And fools � pray put that in too .

Ber.

Had'st thou not Impudence beyond example , and wert a lyer on record , how couldst thou say I had three and twenty Wives , and so many Mistresses , alwayes knowing the sincerity of my Life and Conversation .

Franck.

And wert thou not immediate contriver of falshood under Luciser , and owner of an impudence surpassing his , how couldst thou say I had been sixteen times under the Surgeons hands , and as often Cited for getting Bastards ? knowing my immaculate temper and strange aversion to Unchastity .

Ber.

Ha � thy aversion � ' dsheart do not I know .

Luc.

Sir , what you please , but this is no fit place for you to declare your knowledge in ; and since your nature is so turbulent , think it not strange if I desire your absence : Pray leave us .

Ber.

Madam , I know too much of duty to dispute your commands . But Sir � you shall dearly pay for this � believe 't you shall , an Heiress , and ten thousand Pounds is not so easily won as you imagine : but we shall meet again .

Exit . Franck.

An Heiress , and ten thousand pound , I am ravisht at my Fortune � meet again ah � i'gad � I would meet thee in the Quarrel , were it in Hell , and our Weapons were to be Firebrands � 't is a rare Creature , and I am certain Loves him intirely � Madam , he 's gone , ha , ha , ha , the poor Fellow is retir'd ; and now since you have half blest me already , take pitty and compleat it , I am a Gentleman , my Estate a thousand per annum , raise me from death and take me for your Husband : I love you above life , and 't will be Charity in you to keep him from despair , that lives but to adore you .

Luc.

You are too hasty Sir , let me consider a while , the cause requires it ; however meet me in Grays-Inn-Walks this Evening , and my answer shall be as satisfactory , as my honour will permit , or decency allow of .

Franck.

I 'le be as punctual as the hour , till when , adieu sweet stealer of my heart ; thou precious , melting , charming , snairing � ' dsdeath I am transported .

Exit . Enter Bernard . Ber.

Ha , ha , ha , rarely performed , thou hast fir'd him so , that he 'l certainly marry thee , though it were only in hopes to beguile me , and when 't is done , no matter for his frown ; I 'le be at hand to see thou art not wronged , go , go in , prepare for the assignation , so it works rare . Now my young Roving Gallant , I think I 've met we 'e , 't is the ��� . Exit . For he 's so heedless , that he certainly marries her . But now for another affair , Sir Formalls Daughter I find by this Letter , has cast him off , and re-establisht me , I 'le instantly to her ; if occasion serve get a Priest and Marry her , and by that time I suppose , his business will be done : This once compleated , I am sufficiently reveng'd on his infidelity , and shall have no cause to complain on my own ill Fortune .

Friendship and Love , a lofty Fabrick raise , Which when once crack't , immediatly decayes .
ACT. V.
Scene I. Covent-Garden . Enter Bernard and Penelope . Ber.

MAdam , this assurance of your affection has banisht my former doubts , your past displeasure looks but as a Dream , that now I am awake troubles my Bliss to find the contrary .

Pen

Take heed the Dream Sir , is not seconded with one to fright you more , you have small reason to hope otherwise , if I should look severely into your Life .

Ber.

My Life ! I warrant you think me Inconstant ; Fye Madam ; discard such mean suppositions : But if I were false , how can you complaine , knowing how you have tortured me , by your favouring Franck Amorous .

Pen.

I 'le not dispute it now , though I know something , something perhaps you did intend to hide ; your Lucia's discovered Sir � Lord how you men are deceived , when imagining to hide your Mistresses , you most disclose ' em .

Ber.

Well , I do confess . But consider Madam , it was your severity was the Cause , together with my Constitution , which cannot subsist without a Helper .

Pen.

I have consider'd on 't , and because you shall not say I am too rigorous , I am content to take that for an excuse , more especially because you say you have laid a Plot to ensnare that inconstant Fellow ; but are you sure he will marry her ?

Ber.

I am sure the Plot is well laid , and he is of that rashy heedless nature , that 't is a thousand to one he scapes it not .

Pen.

As for the other Fop , the Fool turn'd Critick , his Game lyes another way , and perhaps at last neither of 'em will have cause to boast of too good Fortune . But let us go in , and be sure you seek to please my Father , who is now at a great difference with old Winelove , about the Estate he means to give his Son ; loose no time , it may be this minute was ordained to make us happy .

Ber.

Madam , you have turtor'd me .

Exeunt .
Scene II. Enter Smallwit Solus . Small .

I am scarce recovered of my Bruises yet , this Iron-Fisted Rascal has so maul'd me . If I but think of a Battoon , I tremble , and a Sword is more dreadful to me then an Execution to a Banckrupt : 'T is very hard yet each man has his destiny , ; why may not a beating be as natural to me as to another Man , I was once a Servitor in a Colledge , and was beaten through my office very often . But that Bernard ; now I stand on the brinck of preferment , should do this to me is insufferable , and I will be revenged : I heard of an appointment betwixt him and Penelope , which I will streight disclose to her Father , and by that means frustrate his designes , this is one way to plague him , and I 'le about it presently .

Exit .
Scene III. Hall. Enter Old Wine and Sir Formall . Sir For.

Not a Cross more Sir , I have told you the utmost , you know my way , and how fixt my resolves are , my Daughters my Daughter but my Mony 's my Wife Sir , two thousand Pounds I 'le give her , if you expect more , you are deceived , I never did intend it .

Old Win.

Then let me tell you Sir , I scorn your offer , two thousand Pounds , a Portion for a Pedlar ; my Son Sir , shall be Landed 500 Pound a year , it may be more , besides his Breeding , which put into Ballance makes a thousand , a Fortune not to be bestowed upon so Mean a person as your Daughter , but only my good nature .

Sir For.

How Sir ? Mean ?

Old Wine .

I said it Sir , and once propound , that if it be a Match , you shall bestow three thousand Pounds at the day of Marriage , and your Mannor of Broughton in Essex at the Birth of her first Child .

Sir For.

But suppose Sir , she has no Children ?

Old Wine .

How Sir ! no Children ! ha , ha , ha , my Tim no Children ! was ever such a doubt made ? why Sir , he has stockt all the Parishes about us with his off-spring already , there 's never a Mumper in Essex but has one of 'em at her back , nay , they are so numerous , that you may 'em at four pence half-penny a piece , and a good penny worth too : No Children quoth he , alas Sir , he has been tryed in that long ago .

Sir For.

I , I Sir , so has my Daughter been tryed too Sir , but you 'l find it not so easie to propagate here , as in the Country .

Old Win.

No , your reason Sir ?

Sir For.

Why Sir , our Air is not so nourishing : Besides , take this from me , one that has known the City Complexions as well as the Country ; you spoiled your Son when you permitted him to be a man of the Town .

Old Win.

Pish.

Sir For.

Believe me you did ; pray tell me when did you ever know a Critick , a man of Mode as they call 'em , get Children , never , Ods Bobs Sir , they cannot do 't ; why all the Spirit they have is infused with Pottag , Langoone and Lobsters , no natural Causes to produce Effects , a sort of dry , unsound wretched Fellows , that can get nothing but Claps , nor that neither , but that 't is hereditary , and entayled from one Generation to another .

Old Win.

Sir Formall , think not by this Ribble Rabble , this discourse of nothing , to put me out of conceit with my Son ; I know Sir , he is Young , Airy and Lusty , and as I said before Sir , a true Winelove , one that can choose a Doxy with Discretion : what doubt my own Flesh and Blood , not I ' igad , when I was a young man , I durst have lookt a woman in the Face my self , as well as some that were fatter ; but let that pass , my Tim get no Children ! ha , ha , ha !

Sir For.

I 'le stand to what I 've said Sir.

Old Win.

Sir , you must not Sir , I shall grow angry then , troth I shall , very angry , and 't will be dangerous to urge it farther .

Sir For.

I slight your anger Sir , and to persevere , I tell you once more , what I said is true .

Old Win.

What , that my Son can get no Children !

Sir For.

No Sir , that deserves that name , since you provoke me , he , � a thing made up of Froth and Vanity .

Old Wine .

Old man , do not provoke me � I say do not � for by the Reverend Beard of Iohn a Gaunt , I have knockt down as tall a Fellow in my time � but no more , I say do not provoke me .

Sir For.

Provoke thee Dotard , I defy thee and thy Son too ; his Cringes and his Tricks , let him from henceforth forbear my house , a Critick , a Fool.

Old Win.

Fool in your Face Sir , Coxcomb , s'bud were it in another place , I 'd cramb that notion down your throat again , call the greatest Wit i th' Nation Fool , ha , ha , ha .

Sir For.

A Wit , why did'st ever know a right Critick a Wit , no they are Fools originally , and usurp the name of Critick , only to get reputation among some few pretenders ; this is in brief my opinion of ' em .

Old Win.

I shall refine your opinion presently , for I can forbear no longer , take that Sir , and the Lye.

Strikes him . Sir For.

That Sir , 't was home I confess , but I 'le not be behind hand with you .

They Cuff one another , and pull off both Hats and Perewigs . Enter Smallwit . Small .

Hey day ! what work 's here ? Sir Formall , Mr. Winelove ; for Heavens sake , what do you mean , old Friends and quarrel thus , come , come , forbear .

parts 'em . Sir For.

A Drunken Dotard .

Old Win.

A Testy Cuckold .

Sir For.

Hah !

Old Win.

'T is true Sir.

Small .

Nay Mr. Winelove , for Heavens sake be pacified , I have a World of News to tell you . News that concerns you too , good Sir be reconciled .

Old Win.

Keep him but off , I have done � I am for peace .

Small .

Sir Formall , come forget petty Differences , you little think what News I have to tell you .

Sir For.

What is 't prithee ? Sir , I shall think on you another time .

Old Win.

At your leisure Sir , I seldom walk disguised , my Jim get no Children ; ha , ha , ha , : But come my little Mercury , what News is this thou hast to tell me ?

Small .

Give your Attention , for it equally concerns you both .

Ambo.

Say on .

Small .

Why then Sir � your Daughter has to my knowledge , this afternoon made an Assignation with Bernard to meet him in the Mulbery-Garden , and if you make not great haste , will be married e're you can get thither , for I saw a little Black man like one of the Clergy in the Coach with ' em .

Sir. For.

Ha! with Bernard ? If this be true I am undone .

Small .

'T is Certainly true Sir , for I knew him very well , though she pretended he was her Kinsman .

Sir For.

Kinsman ! ah cunning Jilt , but I 'le take a Coach , and forbid the Banes immediatly .

Exit . Small .

And Sir , your Son my Pupil , has instead of Penelope , married as I hear a vast Fortune , a near Kinsman of Franck Amorous , one that fell in Love with him , and he taking time by the forelock this morning married her .

Old Win.

A Fortune say you ?

Small .

Some six or ten thousand Sir , 't is reported diversly , but for certain a vast Fortune .

Old Win.

There 's for thy News , I 'm o'rjoyed at this : But where are they ? dost thou know that ?

Small .

Gone to the Mulbery-Garden , to keep their Wedding Dinner .

Old Wine .

I 'le make one amongst 'em instantly , six thousand Pounds , and got so handsomely : This News has made me young again , I could Dance : Methinks I am so Jocund ! Ah 't is a Witty Rascal , how cunningly has he carried his business !

Small .

He has indeed been very private in it .

Old Wine .

Nay he has a Politick Pate on my word ; he 's as I told Sir Formall , a true Winelove � run Mr. Smallwit and call the next Coach , I 'le thither presently ; he has outwitted me ; but I rejoyce at his Fortune ; and now a fig for Sir Formall and his Proposalls , I 'me resolved to be extreamly Merry , and Crown this Marriage with my Love and Approbation .

Exeunt .
SCENE III. Mulbery Garden . Enter Franck Amorous and Lucia . A Letter Franck.

Madam , till this moment I ne're was happy , but in your Company lies such Crowds of Joyes , that my soul 's too narrow to receive ' em .

Luc.

I 'm afraid you do but mock , and you men are such Deceivers that it imposes a general scandall upon the Sex. Sure you cannot be so , can you ?

Franck.

No by Heavens , I can sooner be false to my own soul , then think of deceiving thee ; I love thee with so much Zeal , and my Passion is so violent , that I fear I shall never have Patience till the Parson have Married us .

Luc.

Indeed you must , Lord what will become of me if you want Patience , I shall never be able to endure a man that wants patience .

Franck.

Well I 'le endeavour , but defer my Bliss as little as you can .

Luc.

You are as eager as if you were going to take possession of a Happiness conducing to your Life .

Franck.

My life , ay Gad , my dearest life ; my soul is at stake if I miss thee , for I will certainly hang my self , and wilfully lose a second Heaven , being deprived of my first : Come , prithee let 's go .

Luc.

What man 's this that 's come to us ?

Franck.

' Sheart 't is young Winelove , I promised to meet him here , and now he has seen me , 't is but vain to avoid him . Dear Madam � step but into the next Arbour whilst I exchange a word or two with him , and I 'l be with you instantly .

Luc.

So I think I have him fast enough , , would the Parson were come , that I might be out of pain . Lord what fools these men are !

Exit , and going out drops a Paper . Franck.

What 's this she has dropt ?

Reads .

To my dear Lucia � from he Guardian I 'le warrant about her Estate ; when Winelove's gone I 'le read it .

Enter Tim. Tim. sings . How happy is he that is free From the Troubles and Cares of the Wise : That Banquets his sense With a world of expence , And hates the dull life of the sordid precise .

Hah ! Brother .

Franck.

Sir � I see you are a man of your word , but more Merry and Jocund then usual .

Tim.

Why faith I am Sir ; the Stars have been kind , and I have been kind , and I have cause to be so ; for I have Married a Lady this morning that is a non parelio : And I that formerly Criticised upon the whole Sex , now confess my self foiled in my own Argument .

Franck.

Married Sir ! may I not beg the favour to know whom ?

Tim.

Faith I must desire your pardon at present , time will discover all , but assure your self 't is not to Penelope ; Fate I thank it , has seated me a little higher . In the mean time I have Brotherly affection for thee , which shall continue in spite of Death and Destiny .

Sings .

How Happy is he that is free , &c.

I am so Airie I could fly methinks .

Franck.

You are the spark of our Age Sir , � but prethee forward with the , methinks it begins well .

Tim.

Ah Pox no , there 's nothing in 't , 't was writ by a Fellow that writes your Elegies , your News from Rumford , your Murders , Characters of Baleys , and the like . A damned Tune too , set by a Novice in the Science ; but if thou wilt hear a Song , I le sing thee one of my own , a new thing ; and I think you 'le say a good one ; that has had the honour to be stiled so by some persons of Honour , that love such things , and sometimes love to write ' em .

Franck.

Come prethee le ts hear it .

Tim. Stay I 'le go call three of my Friends here Drinking in the next Arbour to bear the Chorus , and I 'le be with you instantly . Exit . Franck.

I wonder who the Devil he has Married , but I am glad 't is not Penelope ; for though I have her not my self ; I should be sorry to have her enjoyed by such a Fop as this .

Enter Tim and Musicians . Tim.

Come Friends , keep your Time , pray observe Sir.

SONG . No more dull Reason , seek no more To feed me to thy slender food : Thy sober precepts have no power , To keep me from my chiefest good . In Love and Wine my Bliss relyes , And he that e're would happy be , His growing Appetite must prize � Desie all Cares , and live like me . To ramble from Taverns is nightly our task , To roar through the streets , and debateh the next Mask ; to baffle the Watch , in despight of their Bills , get home ; and next morning to Breakfast with P�ls ; Till crampt with the Pox , we aspire to renown , take State , and are call'd brisk Men of the Town . 2. We know no Rapture , own no Wit , But what Impertinence is known ; At Playes we range our selves i th' Pit. And hate all Fancies but our own . We rail and hiss , that men may see We men of Sense and Iudgment are ; But if examined seriously : The Devil a grain we have to spare . Chorus To Ramble , &c.

Well what thinkest thou , is it not Modish ?

Franck.

Faith 't is extreamly modish , and more Wit then I expected . But you may thank a Friend for 't to my knowledge .

aside � Tim.

The truth is , the world is somewhat ignorant of my Guifts ; but Modesty you know is a Vertue ; Besides Wit in a Song is now worth nothing , your Fighting Songs , your Bawdy Songs , your Drunken Songs , and your Mock Songs , are the things that take now ; and faith I must confess , my Genius has been so Capricious , that I could never yet allow of 'em , though composed by persons of Quality .

Franck.

Sir , I am so little a Judge in it , that my defence will be worse then you say the Songs are .

Tim.

You may say of your self what you please , but give me leave to think otherwise ; but come pass this Discourse , and now to the Business that you are to disclose to me , prethee what is 't ? hah !

Franck.

Why something that I know concerns you , but at present I have no time to declare it ; for I have a Friend within waits my presence with impatience , but by that time you have Dined , I shall be ready for you .

Tim.

Well Sir , I will not hinder business , being a man that naturally loves it , especially the affair I suppose you are engaged in . Sir , your most Humble Servant , I shall wait with patience , and think it an honour to enjoy your Company at your own Leisure .

Franck.

Sir , I am no stranger to your Rhetorick .

Exit Tim. Opens the Letter . Reads .

Dear heart , though I was so unfortunate to miss your Company last night , and thereby was destitute of that Elizium in your embraces , which Iused to enjoy �

Hell and the Devil ! what 's here ?

Yet assure your self to night , no Business shall keep me from you : I hope to see you Married , and then my Revenge will be Compleated . Be sure you carry it cunningly , that he may not perceive our designe , when the business is done , we 'l meet at the old place , and Laugh ; till then I must be a stranger .

Your assured Friend Bernard .

I had rather it had been from the Devil , and less fright 't would have put me in : what a dreadful Precipice have I escaped � Certainly there 's some great Blessing Providence has in store , it takes such care of me . For this Plot had certainly took with another ; this woman I find now is Bernards Hireling ; a thing that 's his , or any mans for half a Guiny , 'sdeath I sweat to think how modishly we too should have lived together ; well 't was I confess , very well contrived , and had it took I had sufficiently paid for my Infidelity . But now for a Counter-plot to work backward on them , that would be rare . Ha! who 's this ? 't is Certainly Bernard ; 't is the same disguise he used to wear upon an Intrigue .

Enter Smallwit in a Cloak and Disguise . Small .

'T is he , this was lucky to meet him so opportunely ; Sir a word with you .

Franck.

With me Sir ?

Small .

I Sir , do not start , d' ye know me .

Franck.

Smallwit ?

Small .

The same Sir , one that to compleat his revenge , for the ill usage he received of Bernard , and to do you a favour will shew you the broad path to your content ; you did love Penelope .

Franck.

And do still by Heaven , above all other women Breathing .

Small .

Then follow but my Directions , and she 's yours ; this is his Cloak and false Beard , the Disguise he came hither in to obscure himself from knowledge of her Father , who by my appointment intends to come and frustrate his designe , he will be here within half an hour : Bernard now is gone to buy a Ring ; now Sir , follow but your Fortunes and make use of this Disguise , and you may Marry her before either of 'em come .

Franck.

This is the utmost extent of Fortunes Bounty : Dear Rogue let me Kiss thee , thou art my Esculapius , my Preserver ; my every thing , come , come , the Cloak , if this hit right I will adore the Invention .

Small .

Sir , it must certainly hit , if you make hast , for she can never distinguish through that disguise one from t'other .

Franck.

'Sdeath I am rapt with the thought on 't ; but hark Dear Smallwit , I have one thing more to tell thee ; which if thou canst but bring about , thy name shall flourish in our Chronicle : In the next Alley is walking one of Bernards Wenches : If thou canst now but instead of Penelope get him to marry her in a disguise , 't will be thy Master-piece ; some thing has past betwixt her and me , but tell her , my eyes are now open ; to convince her , show her this Letter , and then lay your Plot as you find her Humour .

Small .

Well Sir , perfect your design , and let me alone with this ; away you lose time .

Exit Franck.

This will be an excellnt revenge if it but take , yonder she walks ; I 'm confident that must be she , and I 'le accost her instantly

Exit . Enter Penelope . Pen.

I wonder he stayes so long , being to finish so weighty an Affair as Matrimony , for I am resolved to marry him in spite of all Opposers ; I have had sufficient proofs of Franck Amorous's falsehood and of Bernards fidelity , and therefore think it but Justice to chuse the most deserving , 't was basely done of him at first to betray his Friend , and to persevere in it , is worse , but I hope he will pay for all , for I saw him come along the to her Walk with Lucia , whose Company , now I know her , I shall shun , though heretofore I ignorantly thinking she had been Bernards Kinswoman � gave her place in my Affections . But see here he comes , I knew he would not stay long .

Enter Franck Amorous .

Oh are you come , you frighted me sufficiently with your stay , you know I am nothing without your Company .

Franck.

Let 's in then , lest we are discover'd � it takes rarely

Aside . Exit . Enter Bernard and Ralph . Dra.

Upon my word I saw neither of ' em .

Ber.

Very strange , I left her above in the Balcony Room , and the Parson with my Cloak below in the Kitchin Drinking with the Waterman , and now I can find neither my Mistress , the Parson , nor my Cloak .

Dra.

Perhaps Sir , my Master has laid it up , and the Lady no doubt is somewhere walking in the Garden ; but as to the Parson , I suppose he 's otherwise engaged � for here 's another Company in the house , that to my knowledge have occasion to make use of him .

Ber.

'Sdeath how unlucky's this , the Canonical hour will be past if I stay half an hour longer , and my design 's frustrate for this day , hark you Friend ; will you do me a favour .

Dra.

Any thing Sir , in my power .

Ber.

Well said , and there 's a Guiney for thy willingness ; run then and get the Mourning Cloak thy Master wore last Sunday and a High-Crown'd Hat , I 'le procure a false Beard and a little black Perriwig , and thou shalt Act the Parson , and Marry us instead of t'other .

Dra.

Shall I , with all my heart Sir , you may command what you please .

Ber.

Thou canst Read , canst not ?

Dra.

Yes Sir , we have a large Common-Prayer . Book within that I can read perfectly ; and let me alone to act Sir Domine , I have their Starcht Grimace , the Hum , their Ha , and twirling of the Band strings as right Sir , as if I were Bred to it .

Ber.

Canst thou ? pretious Rogue ; come then let 's make haste : Do it but well , and I have another broad Piece to Crown thy Service , read but perfectly , and 't is well enough ; for that 's as much as the best of 'em can do .

Dra.

Do not doubt me Sir , I 'le warrant you I 'le Mimick a Parson rarely .

Ber.

Away then , we loose time , I 'le get a Witness or two , and we 'l about it instantly .

Exeunt . Enter Smallwit and Lucia with the Letter . Small .

Madam , you see your Intrigue's discovered , therefore I think it to be a great deal of prudence , to make the best use of your Fortune : Mr. Amorous is irrevocably lost , but if you 'l take my Councel , Bernard shall be yours , which I suppose in some part will make amends , consider on 't , and think , to fret now will little avail you .

Luc.

The Devil was in 't that I should drop that Letter so unfortunately ; But are you sure you can contrive that Bernard may Marry me ? for so I have one of 'em I care not much which it is and to deal freely with you , I stand at present in great necessity of Marriage , for some private Reasons best known to my self .

Small .

It will infallibly be as I told you , so you take Care but to Counterfeit Penelope's Voice a little : For look here 's the Gown she wore this morning , which Mr. Amorous has got from her by Wile , and 't is the Garment Bernard knows her by , and then your Mask for your Face will disguse you absolutely like her .

Luc.

Well this may do , if Fortune do but aid a little .

Small .

Doubt not that Fortune alwayes favours the afflicted : come on with it .

puts on the Gown .

So now carry the Plot but handsomely and be happy .

Exeunt .
Scena Ultima . Enter Old winelove and Tim and Betty . Tim.

Hey Sirrah , Drawer , bring some more Wine , and d' ye hear ; bid the Musick Strike up : 't is a day of Triumph , and shall be so accounted .

Old Wine .

And so it shall Boy , hey Boyes , strike us there , toll , loll , loll ; a day of Jubilee Tim , give me thy hand , thou art an Arch Wagge , a dad thou art , and I did not think it had been in thee � toll , loll , loll , thou hast made me young again ; methinks I could dance a Jig . Madam , I faith you are too melancholly . Tim , to her Tim , to her I say , 't is a rare plump Girle : prithee sweet-heart be Merry , toll , loll , loll .

Bett.

In truth Sir , I 'm exceeding Merry . Oh Dear how is't possible for me to be otherwise in such excellent Company ; but shall I have a Coach my Dear ?

Tim.

A Coach , ay that thou shalt ; and six Flanders Mares too , and a Coach-man , and six Footmen , and three Postillions , doubt that ? why thou shalt have any thing , thou shalt have me : A Pox on 't , how came that damned old end of a Song into my head .

Old Wine .

And Madam , if you like not these Proposals , I 'le go and purchase the Elephant yonder in Fleet street for you , I suppose a man may have him now at a reasonable rate , and thou shalt ride in state like the Mogull in the Indies , and be seen by the wondring Spectators Gratis toll , loll , loll .

Bett.

The Elephant ! ha , ha , ha , Sir ; your Father 's a very merry man , and the best company I ever met with .

Old Wine .

Who I , I faith no , I have lost my merry humour , Age has outworn it , how old Madam do'e think I am , pray guess .

Bett.

Sir , I guess you to be about five and forty .

Old Wine .

Ha , ha , ha , five and forty , I faith you are out , though I am above threescore and ten , by this good light , and yet I have my Health sweet Lady , and I can Talk sweet Lady , and I can Sing and Dance sweet Lady , and Drink with the best Roarer of 'em all sweet Lady , and by the help of a good Estate do intend to do so above this 20 years sweet Lady , hem � I 'm found at heart , and as Brisk as another man , no disparagement to my Tim there .

Tim.

Madam , you must excuse , the Old Gentleman 's a little given to vanity , a Vice I could not suffer in 'em were he not my Father .

Enter a Vintner . Vin.

Sir , a Gentleman and a Lady hearing your Musick , desire to be of your Company , if it may be without prejudice .

Old Wine .

If they come to be merry with us , they are welcome , and so let 'em understand .

Exit Vintner . Enter Franck , Penelope , Sir Formall like a Parson . Franck.

Gentlemen pray let us not appear rude to desire this Favour .

Tim.

Sir , assure your self , we know so well good Manners , as not to deny a Gentleman of so worthy a presence , so small a Courtesie , you 're welcome � Dam him , that I should loose such an Expression on such a Scrub : Methinks he looks like a Baillss .

Aside . Old Wine .

Well said Tim.

Franck.

I 'm glad they know me not , but I 'le stay here as little as I can , ha .

Aside . Enter Vintner , Bernard , Smallwitt , Lucia and Ralph like a Parson . Vin.

There Sir , that Gentleman wears the Cloak you brought ; I suppose he 's of your Acquaintance .

Franck.

'T is Bernard , but since the Business is done , I value not his threats .

Bern.

Sir , I did not expect such an Action from a Gentleman , this Cloak 's mine .

Franck.

It is so Sir , at your Service , the Beard likewise ; be pleased to pardon the Borrower .

Ber.

Amorous ! I am amazed .

Pen.

Heavens ! I am betrayed ?

Pulls off her Mask . Franck.

But this Lady Sir , is mine now , my Friend here can affirm it .

pointing to Sir Formall . Bern.

'Sdeath Penelope ! and he married to her : who the Devil have I got then ?

Luc.

A good Friend of yours , assure your self .

Luc. discovers her self . Small .

So , so , now it works .

Ber.

Why sure we all dream , Are you awake old Gentleman ?

Old Wine .

By my faith I think so .

Tim.

Ha , ha , ha , Plots , Plots , by Gad I love Plots dearly , as I am a sinner .

Frank.

You see my good Fortune in spite of all oppositions has made you mine ; love me for your own sake , as you expect me to be hereafter kind to you .

Bern.

Base Treacherous wretch !

Offers to Draw. Old Wine .

Hold , hold , Gentlemen , we must have no Fighting .

Franck.

I understand you not Sir , you see your Plots have faild you .

Bern.

You shall understand Sir , when next I meet with you : Assure your self , though you have married her , you shall not long enjoy your happiness ; you sha'not Sir.

Frank.

No Sir ? why who shall hinder it ?

Sir For.

That will I.

Ber.

Who are you ?

Sir For.

One that will cut your Matrimonial knot Sir ; look de' e know me yet ?

Om.

Sir Formal !

Pen.

Dear Father �

kneels . Sir For.

Go too , you Baggage � but no matter , wipe your eyes , I 'll talk with you hereafter .

Tim.

Ha , ha , ha , more Plots , more Plots ? by Gad I like this extreamly .

Small .

' Sheart here 's a great deal more Plot in this then I designed : the old Fox was Cunninger then I imagined .

Sir For.

Sir , I am no Priest de' e see , I hired my Habit of the man of God that I suppose you designed for the business , nor shall my Daughter be married without my approbation .

Franck.

Why then Sir , your Humble Servant ; pox on 't 't is but a designe lost , and I 'le content my self that he 's tyed to his good behaviour with his Lucia there .

Bern.

Sir , I am not so fast bound as you imagine , and to let you see � I have sometimes as good luck as others , Know that I am no more married then you are ; witness honest Ralph here .

Ralph .

Even so , I can assure you Gentlemen .

Old Wine .

Heyday ! what more Miracles ?

Small .

Here has been damnable Counterplots I see , a Devil on 't , who would thought to have found so much Wit in the Spring-Garden .

Tim.

A Clergy man � turned Drawer ! a Pox on me if ever I saw the like of this .

Luc.

Will you not Marry me ? the Devil take you if you don 't ; you know how matters stand , prethee my dear do .

Ber.

Fy , in Faith you must excuse me , how unreasonable's that ?

Luc.

Well , if ever I believe a Parson more ? �

Tim.

So will I , I faith , for I am sure he did me right : Come hither Sweetheart � Gentlemen this Lady is my Wife � and one to my knowledge not unknown to you ; and I desire before she show her Face , my good Fortune may purchase no mans Envy ; she 's a great Fortune , and shall when the King comes from Newmarket , and I am a Knight , be a Lady : But pray let me offend none .

Om.

None , none , Sir.

pulls off Bett. Mask � Tim.

Why then behold a wonder ; dear Brother , I kiss your Feet �

Om.

Betty !

Bett.

The very same , one shuffled into a Fortune by very strange means in truth .

Sir For.

Married to my Daughters Chambermaid ! ha , ha , ha , this makes amends for all ; I thought what would become of this Modis� Gallant , this Fool turn'd Critick ; ha , ha , ha .

Old Wine .

Hah � what 's all this ? no more Plots I hope .

Tim.

Now are all they such Fools they don't understand me yet ; well 't is the dullest Age this .

Franck.

Hark you Sir , this Wench is not my Sister : But as I hope to be saved I don 't envy you at all , I know not what they do �

Tim.

Come prethee Sweethearo , undeceive 'em , undeceive 'em , tell em what thou art .

Bett.

Why then really Sir , I am a necessary Implement to that Lady there .

Tim.

Well , suppose this , the ten thousand Pound I hope is yours ; what Portion have you ?

Bett.

Not a Groat in truth , as I hope to be a Lady Sir.

Old Wine .

A Lady Sir ! O the Devil ! what luck 's this Tim ? thou art cheated Tim , thou art , I would give a hundred Pounds to prevent the infamy will follow a Critick .

Bett.

But shall I have a Gilt Coach my Dear ?

Sir For.

Faith this is better then I thought of ; now Sir , what think you of two thousand Pounds with my Daughter , ha , ha , ha .

Old Wine .

Oh pray spare your Jibes . Come Tim , be not disheartned , this has been many a Gallants Fortune , and I 'le get a Divorce for thee , if five hundred Pounds will fetch one ; be merry I say . A pox on 't , all that vexes me is , that it has put me out of my good humour .

Franck

Oh sye by no means Sir , Wee 'l have a Song and a Dance a mans ill Fortune is not to be avoided sometimes , pray let 's be merry there .

Old Wine .

So now I begin to feel my former Temper , Tim cheer up .

Tim.

Had she been a degree above a Chambermaid , I had been patient ; but since 't is as 't is , I Gad I will Lampoon the whole world , Criticise upon all sorts of Persons and Things ; be very envyous � proud , foolish , and ill natured , and then I shall be sure to outwear my disgraces and be famous .

Fra.

Bernard , give me thy hand , since our Fortunes have been much alike , let 's now forget past Injuries , and unite a firmer Friendship then ever : I have done thee wrong I confess , but my amends shall be equally to it . For both Sword and Heart shall henceforth be devoted to thy service .

Bern.

This Cancells all distasts , and therefore know as I desire not to be thought Treacherous , so I have a perfect value for the generous , which your Action in this demonstrates you to be . Be but my Friend , I shall ne'r wish other , nor shall a Mistress make us Jarre again : Thy Temper made thee false , and I well know

As too much Zeal can oft distract the Wise , So Love has power to break what Friendship tyes ,
FINIS .
EPILOGUE . OLd Plays , like Mistresses long since enjoy'd , Long after please whom they before had cloy'd ; For Fancy chews the Cud on past Delight , And cheats it self to a new Appetiet . But then the Second Fit comes not so strong , Like second Agues , neither fierce nor long : What you have known before , grows sooner stale , And less provokes you , then an untold tale . That but refreshes what before you knew , But this discovers something that is new ; Hence'tis , that at new Plays you come so soon , Like Bride-grooms , hot , to go to Bed e're noon ! Or , if you are detain'd some little space , The stinking Footman 's sent to keep your place . But , when a Play 's reviv'd , you stay and dine , And drink till three , and then come dropping in ; As Husband after absence , wait all day , And decently for Spouse till bed time stay , So , e're the Brethren's liberal fit was spent , The first wise Nonconformists under-went With ease , and batten'd in imprisonment . For greater gains , his zeal refus'd the less ; Each day to him was worth a Diocess . But he who now , in hopes of equal gain , Will needs be Pris'ner , tryes the trick in vain ; He melts in durance half his Grease away , To get , like us , poor thirteen Pounds a day .