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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A36979) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 49146) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 490:10) A fool's preferment, or, The Dukes of Dunstable a comedy, as it was acted at the Queens Theatre in Dorset-Garden, by Their Majesties servants / written by Mr. Durfey ; together with all the songs and notes to 'em, excellently compos'd by Mr. Henry Purcell, 1688. D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695. Fool's preferment. Fletcher, John, 1579-1625. Noble gentleman. [8], 85 [ie. 77], [3] p., 16 p. of music. Printed for Jos. Knight, and Fra. Saunders, London : 1688. The songs (16 p. at end) have special t.p.: New songs sung in The fool's preferment, or, The three Dukes of Dunstable. In the Savoy : Printed by E. Jones, for Jos. Knight, and Fra. Saunders, 1688. Alteration of: The noble gentleman / John Fletcher. Reproduction of original in Huntington Library. eng Incidental music -- Scores. Songs, English -- England -- 17th century. shcnoA Fool's Preferment, or The Three Dukes of DunstableD'Urfey, Thomas1688348611200132046.47D The rate of 46.47 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2003-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2003-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-10 Sampled and proofread 2003-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-12 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

A Fool 's Preferment , OR , THE Three DUKES of Dunstable .

A COMEDY . As it was Acted at the Queens Theatre in Dorset-Garden , by Their MAJESTIES Servants .

Written by Mr. D'urfey .

Together , with all the SONGS and NOTES to 'em , Excellently Compos'd by Mr. HENRY PURCELL . 1688.

Licensed , May 21. 1688. R. P.

Eupolis atque Cratinus , Aristophanesque Poetae , Atqque alii , quorum Comoedia prisca virorum est ; Si quis erat dignus deseribi , quod Malus , aut Fur , Quod Moechus foret , aut Sicarius , aut alioqui Famosus ; multa cum libertate notabunt . Hinc Omnis pendet Lucillius . � Horat Styr . 4.

Printed for Ios. Knight , and Fra. Saunders at the Blue Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New Exchange in the Strand , 1688.

TO THE HONOURABLE CHARLES Lord MORPETH . My dear LORD ,

I Am in Debt so many ways , for Obligations to your Self , and Noble Family , that , with all the Gratitude I have , I am puzzled in finding occasions to express my Thanks ; be pleased therefore to receive in a Dedication of this flight Piece , my Hearts true Acknowledgments , and as true an Endeavour to dievrt you , by Reading a Comedy , which was only design'd to please such as look on this sort of Dramatick Poesie , as you do , with Judgment and good Humour . I have studied these things long enough to know the Humor of the Town , and what is proper for Diversion ; but I cannot always bring my Inclinations to flatter the ( Would be WITS , ) nor spare the exposing a notorious Vice , thô the price of a Third Day were the fatal consequence of such an Indiscretion : It is , and shall be , enough for me at any time , if some few of the many Noble and Worthy Persons , that did me the Honour to appear for me , in spite of the Party that was malitiously made by some eminent Gamesters of both Sexes , who thought themselves touch'd : If such as your Lordship , and those others of my unbyass'd Friends , will please to think it worth their liking , and alluding to a late Honourable , and Renowned Author ; I Declare , If You , and Others , I omit to Name , Approve my Lines , I count your Censure , Fame .

As to the Play , I will only say this of it , the first hint was taken from an old Comedy of Fletcher's ; and as it was improv'd , and several new Humours added , it was generally lik'd before the Acting . I knew Basset was a Game , only proper for Persons of great Fortunes ; and therefore I thought , that a wholsome Satyr of this kind might have oblig'd some Country-Gentlemen ; or Citizens of small Estates , whose Wives ne're heeding the approaching Ruin , took only care , they might have the Honour , to be seen at Play with Quality . But some certain , very nice , Persons , especially one , took it so to Heart , that dear Basset should be expos'd , that my honest Intentions were quite frustrated , and that the Piece might be sure to be ruin'd , their Majesties were told , it was so obscene , that it was not fit to be Acted ; when , I can prove , there has not , these seven years , been any Comedy so free from it ; and some good Judges were pleas'd to Declare , they thought that , the only Reason some People had to find fault . Obscenity is a thing of that abomin�ble Nature , that unless it be detected so throughly , that it may be punished , it were better not heeded at all , ( especially , by a Lady ) who , in my Opinion , being too Witty in such a Discovery , will only give People to understand , how well skill'd She is in the Matter .

My LORD , I most Humbly beg your Lordships Pardon for this Digression , thô I could not well Publish the Play , without some Defence in this kind ; but I have done with 'em now , and the hottest Censurer shall at leisure cool of himself : I will only rally my own ill Fortune , and say , with that admirable French Moralist ; Fortune , Ie me repends de t'voir suivie , & cognoissant que tu ne peux chos . du monde advoüë que la vertu est le seul port où les hommes peuvent-trouver leur veritable tranquillité .

A Sentence , which , I 'm sure , your Lordship throughly understands , having been with choicest Care Bred , and Learned in the nicest Rudiments of Morality , Wit , and Religion , and therefore skill'd in what concerns all Mankind in general , as well as Poets , who are Condemn'd to Traffick with all sort of Humours , and to be oblig'd to such as will own themselves pleas'd , with what they like . A Fatigue , which I can the better bear , because it offends me little , which way soever it happens , always believing , that , next diverting my Friends , to please my Self , is the best-method ; but as my Friends satisfaction takes Place first , I hope this Comedy will not appear distastful to 'em , especially to you , being Corrected , And My Lord , thus Humbly Dedicated , By

Your Lordships most Obliged , And Humble Servant , D'VRFEY .
Dramatis Personae . Mr. Nokes . Mr. Leigh . Mr. Montfort . Mr. Kinaston . Mr. Powel . Mr. Bowman . Mr. Ievon . Mr. � Mr. Powel , Sen. WOMEN . Mrs. Bowtel . Mrs. Iordain .

SCENE , The COURT , in the Reign of Henry the Fourth .

PROLOGUE . Spoken by Mr. JEVON . A Poets Trade , like Hazard , does entice ; He 's the unlucky Caster , you the Dice . Constant ill Luck attends at every Throw You Criticks are like Fullhams , high and low , Yet 't is his Fate , he can't give over so . Like a young Wife , just ready to Lie in , That whines and cries , I le ne're come to 't agen : When th' danger 's past , and pains forgotten all , Altering his Voice . Her Heart 's not broke , She 'l venture 'tother Squawl . To all new Plays , like Towns besieg'd , you come , And each pert husfing Whipster throws a Bomb , Whilst th' trembling Author all the Shot retains Of several Nations , and their several Brains ; 'T is strange , you Beaux at home should do such harm , Pray find another Buda , if you 'l Storm ; One good sound Battel would some Thought provoke ; For Brains are never seen , till Heads are broke ; From Famous Fletcher's Hint , this piece was made , All Mirth and Droll , not one reflection said . For now-a-days poor Satyr hides his Head. No wholsom Ierk dares lash fantastick Youth , You wits grow angry , if you hear the Truth , Old Fumble now , may at Doll Commons strip , Without being flagn'd by a Poetick Whip . The Noble Peer may to the Play repair , Court the pert Damsel with her China Ware. N�� Marry her , if he please , no one will care . The Whore too may with Quality be Box'd , And set up for a Virtue , though She 's Pox'd . The Fop in Love may his dull Genius try ; The Soldier Drink , so Quarrel , and so Dye . The Alderman may Cheat , the Lawyer Lye. And Satyr now not dare to question , why ; You shall scape too , at th' Trading end o' th' Town , Your Wit sticks fast , although your Charter's gone ; Therefore brave Knights o' th' Apron , and the Yard , All fear of a Satyrick Iest discard ; Let not this Play , through your shrewd censure , fall , And then cheat on , and prosper great and small , You shall have Liberty of Conscience , All.
THE Fool 's Preferment ; OR , THE THREE DUKES OF DUNSTABLE .
ACT I.
SCENE I. A Garden , discovering Lyonel crown'd with Flowers , and Antickly drest , sitting on a Green Bank. Enter Celia . Celia . YOnder he is : Oh that Heart-breaking Object , The Darling of the Times , his Country's honor , Our Sexes Joy , and Glory of his own , That was all Bravery , All Wit , All Merit , Wild as the Winds ; lies there bereft of Sense ; Whilst here I mourn , that am the Fatal Cause . Fall , Fall , ye Tears ! and throbb , unhappy Heart ! That , in a luckless Hour , refus'd such Love ; Threatned by Friends , and forc'd by Royal Power . I threw a Dearer , Brighter Jewel from me , Than e'er deckt Woman's Beauty . Oh wou'd to Heaven , That I had known the Curse of stubborn Will , Or I had dy'd e'er I had done such Ill. Lyonel sings . I sigh'd , and I pin'd , Was Constant and Kind To a Iilt that laugh'd at my Pains : Though my Passion ne'r cool'd , I found I was fool'd , For all my Abundance of Brains . But now I 'm a Thing As great as a King : So blest is the Head that is addle ! The dull , empty Pate Soonest comes to be great : Fate doats on a Fool in the Cradle . Lyon.

Madam !

Celia .

Ay , Sir.

Lyon.

How goes the World ? From thence the Zodiack , the Sun , the Moon and Planets ; In what Meridian are we ?

Celia .

Do but hear me , Sir !

Lyon.

With all my Heart . I know your Cleft Sex are in great Trust with Lucifer : and can do a man a Favour ; a handsome Woman is the Devil's Soul-Broker , a Place worth ten of his Gentleman-Usher ; you shall find I have Court Breeding . Come , pronounce .

Celia .

Sir , I am come .

Lyon.

From the Dread Soveraign King ; I know it well : I am all Duty , all Courtier , all Cringe ; as supple as my Ladies Page ; he is a Gracious Prince , Long may he live . Belong you to his Chamber ?

Celia .

Not I indeed , Sir , that Place is not for Women !

Lyon.

Not for Women ! � What Place more fit for Women than a Chamber ? They were begot in Chambers ! Born in Chambers ! Dress'd in Chambers ! And if you take a Woman out of her Chamber , you 'll find her good for nothing �

Celia .

For nothing , Sir ! Can you say so of me ? D' you know who I am ?

Lyon.

Most exquisitely .

Celia .

What is my Name ?

Lyon.

Damnation !

Celia .

How , Sir ?

Lyon.

The Gossips call'd you first Phillissida , because of your little Mouth , and narrow Gaskins : but you are pust out like a Pumpkin since , Hell Gate 's not wider than a Woman's Conscience .

Celia .

Fye , Sir , All this to her that loves you !

Lyon.

Love me , nay , that 's a Lye ! I had but one Love , and her the good King Henry has taken from me , to bribe his Favorite for his Legs and Cringes . But hush � no more of that ; I must be wary , Pitchers have Ears . Some one may call this Treason .

Celia .

That Favourite , Sir , is now in great Disgrace ; And the King pitying you , has sent me hither .

Lyon.

To soak me like a Spunge : Drain all my Secrets , and then hang me up . Ha , I find it out : This Woman here is sent to undermine me ; to buz Love into me : to try my Spirits , and make me open and betray my self : Hah , Is not this true ?

Celia .

No indeed , Sir � Heaven knows I love you too well to betray you ! Weeps .

Lyon. Such was the Heavenly Musick of her Voice , sadly raving . Soft as the Flute-like Sounds that charm'd my Ear , When my dear Celia lov'd me , but she 's gone : The Fiend Ambition bears her on his Wings : She mounts , she soars , and leaves her Vows behind her . Celia .

Oh my Curst Fortune !

Lyon.

Do you weep , let me see ? Pray let me taste your Tears . Ha , ha , ha , ha , Rose Water by this Light : Nine pence a Pint , sold at the Pothecaries : Oh thou Dissembler ! that is , Thou very Woman : All thy Sex carry perpetual Fountains in their Heads , and make their Eyes spout Mischiefs when they please .

SINGS . There 's nothing so fatal as Woman , To hurry a Man to his Grave ; You may think , you may plot , You may sigh like a Sot : She uses you more like a Slave . But a Bottle , altho' it be common , The Cheats of the Fair will undo , It will drive from your Head The Delights of the Bed ; He that 's drunk is �ot able to wooe . Ex. Lyon. Celia . Method in Madness , Grace even in Distraction : I 'll never leave him , 'till , by Art or Prayer , I have restor'd his Senses to their Office. Oh most unnatural Vice in silly Women ! We oft refuse what best deserves our Love , And often chuse the contrary ! � Thus Shadow-like , we make the Sentence true , Follow'd we fly : but if they fly , pursue . I that this Sun of Vertue could not see , When long his Beams were hourly cast on me : Like blushing Flowers wanton'd when I shone , But ne'er his Value knew till he was gone : Unhappy Sex ! Thy Fortune never drew So great a Blessing as a Love that 's true , But to be sold by Friends , by Coxcombs griev'd ; Match'd for thy Plague : and born to be deceiv'd . Ex. Celia . Enter Cockle-brain and Toby . Cockl.

Sirra , Sirra ! I say once more , The Court 's a Glorious Place , and I am much honour'd with the Society of my Wives Noble Friends there . Therefore leave off your grumbling , and let me have no more of your mouldy Advice , or as I am a true Courtier , and consequently a Wit �

Tob.

A Wit ! No , no , Sir , you are Iohn Cockle-brain , of Plowden-Hicket , in the Country of Staffordshire , Esquire .

Cockl.

A Squire , which is as much as to say a Fool ; is it ? Very well , Sirra .

Tob.

Why the Devil will you be a Wit , Sir , you had as good own your self a Bastard : For there has not been Wit in your Family since the Conquest .

Cockl.

Sirra , if I am a Wit , I will be a Wit , and let my Family rise and deny it if they dare ; But whatsoever I am , Sirra , I am sure you are an Impudent Rascal ; and don 't you think , Sirra , because you found me with a Whore t'other Day at Green-Goose-Fair , when I was drunk , and I desir'd you not to tell my Wife ; that I 'll bear every Flirt from you . The World would be finely govern'd indeed , if every Man's Servant , because he is a Pimp , must pretend to be sawcy .

Tob.

And shall we never go into the Country agen then , Sir ? Will you run out all your Estate here , for this confounded Name of a Courtier ?

Cockl.

Sirra , You sawcy Rascal , 't is a Name that draws Wonder and Duty from all Eyes and Knees .

Tob.

Ay , 'T will draw your Worship's Land within the walls too , where you may have it , all inclos'd and sure : Oh , here comes your Country Uncle , Old Justice Grub , he 'll grub you now i' faith ; he 'll firk you for your Feathers and your Fooleries . He has had no Drink but Juice of Crabs and Vinegar this week , to fit him for you . He 'll make you a Courtier . Enter Grub.

Cockl.

Good morrow , good morrow , Uncle .

Grub.

Good morrow , Cod'shead : Cockle-brain and Cod'shead are much at one . Own'z ! dost wear that damn'd Cap upon thy Head with a Summer-fly Flap , like the Fore-Horse of a Waggon ? And dost thou bid me good morrow ? Why , you Ninny , you Nicompoop , you Noun Adjective , for thou canst not stand by thy self , I am sure ; must my Family be disgrac'd and ruin'd by a flanting Fopdoodle , that is too finical to learn any Sense . A Pox on thee , I am asham'd on thee .

Tob.

Ay there , there , Sir , there 's a Courtier for you .

Cockl.

Why , good Uncle , what 's the matter ?

Grub.

Gadzooks . What 's the matter ? why , you Scatterbrain ! you Son of a Whore ; and yet I think my Sister was honest : What 's the matter ? Why thou' rt undone . Thou art lost . I would not lend thee Two pence on thy Land : Thou art a meer Bankrupt .

Tob.

Very well ! Very fine indeed : this is but the first Course . I 'll leave you together and go and laugh . Exit .

Cockl.

Not too fast , not too fast , Uncle : Pray consider a little .

Grub.

Not a Jot , Faith ! What dost thou do at Court but to be ruin'd ? Hast reckon'd up thy Income ? Dost thou know the Value of thy Tenants Sweat and Labour , and thy Expences here ?

Cockl.

I think I do .

Grub.

Think , nay , that 's a Lye : thou hast not thought these seven Years , to my knowledge . Thou hast a Wife , a handsome Wife , Men say : Canst thou pretend to have a Grain of Thought , And yet bring her to Court ? Ah � grins .

Cockl.

Pray , Sir , what ill can she get there ?

Grub.

A Bastard , Sir , it may be , to inherit your Estate . Ownz ! I shall ne'er have Patience !

Cockl.

Oh Sir , you are Splenetick !

Grub.

You are a Jack pudding , A Pragmatick Spend-thrift , A Fellow that I would beat into a Powder , if I had the Law on my side . Can there come any thing of Essences , Pulvilio's , and Perfumes , more than the Head-Ach ? Take your Wife to task , ye Blockhead , and Thrum her Jacquet well , she 'll ne'er be good else ; She 's of the right Strain , I know her to a hair ; and if thou wouldst be Famous , beat thy self , for thou deserv'st it richly .

Cockl.

What your froward Gall can vent on me I bear , but if you rail against my Wife �

Grub.

What then ?

Cockl.

Why you shall know that I am a Fighter .

Grub.

A Fool : That fair 1200 l. a Year will shrink into a Tester , by next Summer , and all to be a Courtier , in the Devil's Name .

Cockl.

Well , Sir : And is not that enough ?

Grub.

You Dogbolt , Enough ! Will that Frothy Title keep firm your Credit , Sir ? Will your Spindle . Shanks there e'er carry you to win the Goal of Honour ? They look already as they could scarce drag thee over the Kennel , with a Pox to you , good Mr. Courtier .

Cockl.

Yes , Sir , I am a Courtier , and intend to be a Cherubin . Courtiers are all Cherubins and Seraphims ; and I think I have some Reason .

Grub.

How , Reason ! I have seen a Dapper thing more like a Courtier , set up to scare the Crows out of the Corn.

Cockl.

Ha , ha , ha , Much good may 't do your Heart , Uncle , you are merry , and I could entertain you with a Joke against your Countrey Life , were I so dispos'd ; your Ditches and your Dunghils . I could nettle you i' faith .

Grub.

Ye Jackanapes , Gadzooks ! Speak a word more against the Countrey and I 'll beat thee , I 'll swinge thee , before thy Wife and all thy Family : I will i' faith , therefore don't provoke me !

Cockl.

Nay , Why so angry ; Uncle ? I pass by your Lowing of Cows , Bleating of Sheep , and your damn'd Noise of Chattering Rooks in the Morning , that would not let one sleep . You see I am patient .

Grub.

Rooks ! There 's ne'er a Fop at Court has half their Sense , to my knowledge , No , nor their Harmony : The finest Vocal Musick in the World , this Fool calls Chattering . Ah , thou art a Dunce . I had rather hear a Rook sing than Si Fachi .

Cockl.

Nor do I rally on your fine Discourse , which is commonly about your Dogs and Horses ; and for your part , Uncle , you have a Passion for your Wall Ey'd Mare , exceeds the Love of Women .

Grub.

Here 's an impudent Rascal , here 's a Rogue , to debauch my Darling-Mare before my Face . And the Dog knows too I love her as well as I do my Wife . Why , you slanderous Villain ! Now could I even weep for Madness : Sirra , leave your Prating , or provide your self a Second . Gad � I 'll fight for the Honour of my Mare , sooner than for any Lady at Court by th' half .

Cockl.

Nay , nay , I have done , good Uncle .

Grub.

'T is well you have , Sir : Wall Ey'd Mare , you Puppy ! 'T is true she's queer of an Ogle or so ; But what then ? Look you into the Park , or into your Damn'd Play house , and see what Crowds of Female Sins come thither , and then let 's hear you prate .

Cockl.

But , Uncle , why are you so inveterate against the Court ? Were you ever there ?

Grub.

Not I , thank Heaven : I got down t' other day as far as Charing-Cross , and had like to have been choak'd at that distance .

Cockl.

Come , come , Uncle ! Leave off your snarling , and ridiculous Anger , and bring your Wife to Court. I hear she 's handsome : let her not live there to be a Farmer 's blowing ; and be confin'd to Serge with Silver Edging ; and Petticoats far coarser than my Horse-Cloath : But give her Velvets , Tissues , Pearls , and Jewels .

Grub.

Oh Lord ! Oh Lord !

Cockl.

A Coach and Usher , and two running Footmen , and I will send my Wife to give her Rules .

Grub.

's Heart ! I had rather send her to Virginia , and make her plant Tabaco . This Fellow 's mad .

Enter Servant . Cockl.

Sirra , How slept your Mistress ? and what Visitants are come this Morning ?

Serv.

Sir , as I came out , two Lords were newly entred .

Cockl.

This is great now , do any Lords , Uncle , come to see your new Wife ?

Grub.

No. Lord have Mercy upon her if they did : Heaven keep my Wife , and all my Issue Female still from their Lordships .

Cockl.

Oh , you are dull and pall'd ! You have no Pallat.

Grub.

This Fellow 's a Cuckold too , a rank Cuckold ! I smell him : well , God b'w'y ' : thou art a rare Coxcomb , and I 'll not see thy Folly any longer . When you want Money , Friend , for a new Fund of Prodigality , I suppose , I shall hear of you ; but not a Penny : let thy own Folly feed thee . Ownz ! To be a Cuckold too , that plagues me most of all � Ah you senceless Ass ! Gad ! I have a great mind to take the Dog cross the Face ; A Cuckoldly Rogue . Gadzooks ! If I stay I shall murder him . Ex. in anger .

Cockl.

A strange dull angry old Fellow this : But just such another Piece to Dirt was I , before my Eyes were open'd by my Wife .

Enter Aurelia .

Oh , here she comes : Good morrow , Dearest .

Aur.

Good morrow , my Jewel . Thou look'st well this Morning .

Cockl.

Thank thee , Sweet Heart : I have no other reason .

Aur.

I am glad on 't : Now , then to my present business , which is Money .

Cockl.

Faith , I have none left .

Aur.

I hope you will not say so : nor imagine so base and low a Thought : I have none left ! Are these words fitting for a Man of Honour , and Dignity that shall be .

Cockl.

The Lord knows when : Thou hast been seven Years about it , and yet I am where I was , Child . But I know thou hast daily and nightly labour'd with thy Friends for my Advancement .

Aur.

Very well , Sir : And do you pop me off with this slight Answer , i' faith I have none left ? i' faith you must have !

Cockl.

I must have !

Aur.

You must have . Nay , stare not , Sir ; 't is true , I must have Money : for be perswaded , if we fall now , or be but seen to shrink under our fair Beginnings , 't is our Ruine , and then good night to all , but our Disgraces .

Cockl.

Why , where 's the Hundred Pound I gave you yesterday .

Aur.

Oh that ! I lost it at Basset , last night .

Cockl.

Then you may win it at Basset this morning : Why , can you think , Wife , I 'll endure such Doings ? Why , how the Devil could you lose all that ?

Aur.

I had horrid Luck , Child : Come , I 'll tell thee how . Dost understand the Game , Hony ?

Cockl.

Not I : I understand none of the Game : A Pox o' the Game , if this be the Fruits on 't .

Aur.

Not understand it ! Well , I am resolv'd I 'll teach it thee . 'T is the most Courtly , the most Grand , the most Graceful Game . And has the finest Terms in 't that e'er were heard : As thus now ! First , there 's the Fasse , then the Alpieu , or Paroli , the Sept & le va , Quinze . & le va , Trent . & le va , Sonicà , nay sometimes the Soisant & le va .

Cockl.

Soisant , and the Devil and all : Why this is Conjuring , Confound it � What a damn'd Game 's here , to lose a 100 l. at !

Aur.

I tell thee , Child , I had the worst Luck in the whole World : I lost a Sept & le va upon an Eight King.

Cockl.

Gadzooks ! And wilt lose a King's Revenue at this rate . This is a Game that 's fit for none but Kings and Queens , to play at , for ought that I see .

Aur.

Ay. 'T is a Royal Game , indeed ; but prithee do but observe my ill Fortune ! I was Fass'd every Card , I set , or when I drew a lucky one it did not go . I had lost seven Kings before , and made a Sept & le va upon an Eight : When to see the Prodigy of ill Luck , A Citt , a strange Punt , that sat next me , a pert forward pushing Fellow follow'd the winning Knaves , and won a Quinze & le va before ever I could make an Alpieu : But what vext me most intolerably , was to see my Fat Lady Thump Cushion make Paroli , and then a Sept & le va upon the same Card , and when I lost my King four times in one Deal , she , upon a filthy Knave , every time won Sonicà .

Cockl.

The Devil take my Lady 's Sonica , and my Lord 's too ; What a Noise is here with ' em ?

Aur.

I think never poor Punt was so Embarrass'd : but I have done : Come , now what say'st thou to this Money ? I 'll soon fetch up my Losses , Sweet Heart : I must have , let me see 500 l. by to morrow night : nay , ne'er flinch at it ; 'T is for thy Preferment , thou know'st .

Cockl.

Nay , faith , I know not what to say to 't : 't is such a Devillish hard World , that my Tennants write me word they are all running away . The last 50 l. I laid down for your tall Cousin's Horse and Equipage : He that 's going to be an Officer ; And I han t a ragg more left , as I am a true Courtier .

Aur.

Hark you , Sir , have you no Land in the Country ?

Cockl.

Why , yes , but I had forgot that .

Aur.

It must be remembred : some of it must fetch this Money : Thou shalt not lose Preferment , my Dear , for the sake of a few dirty Acres ; Especially when , by my means , the Sun of Honour is just going to break out upon thee . Dost hear , Child ? This Land must be in London by to morrow Night .

Cockl.

Well , well , if it must , it must : What , 300 Acres will serve the Turn ? Hum !

Aur.

'T will do very well : And now you speak like a Man , and like a Courtier that shall be great , and suddenly ; I have said it : Well , adieu ! you 'll dispatch ; I must go get the BassetCards ready ; for I expect my Lord's Company , and all the Punts here after Dinner : Mr. Winnall Taillies , and I am to be his Croupier : If I want Money I 'll make shift to borrow out of my Lord's Fobb .

Cockl.

Well , well , prithee borrow what thou wilt out of my Lord's Fobb . Go , leave me a little .

Aur.

Adieu , Child , Adieu , my Pretious . Claps his Cheek , & ex .

Cockl.

'T is a good natur'd ingenious Devil ; and does so bustle about the Courtiers to make me great , and is so caress'd by this Lord , and by t'other Knight , that 't would do ones Heart good to see her : that 's the truth on 't , she must have this Money ; but how to make this Sale handsomely now , let me see ! Gad , I am almost afraid to tell my Man Toby on 't , 't will break the poor Fellow's Heart , to hear that I am going to sell : but hang 't , it must be done , and there 's no more to be said . Who 's within there ? Toby .

Enter Toby . Tob.

Did you call , Sir ?

Cockl.

Ay , honest Toby , I would have you run presently to the Exchange , and there to Sir Iohn Cutchinele , the Merchant , offer 300 Acres of my Land : Why dost thou stare so ?

Tob.

Why faith , Sir , see how strangely things will happen , I dream't last night that you were in Bedlam , and now my Dream is out .

Cockl.

Oh spare your Wit , good Toby , for your Business , Tell him , d' ye hear ? 'T is choice and fertil , and ask upon 't 500 l.

Tob.

Sir , do not do this ; pray take my Cap and consider a little : This honest Land , that you are parting with , hath been true to you , and done you loyal Service .

Cockl.

As 't was in Duty bound : But whatever happens , my Wife must not want Money : for if she do , either she or her Friends , I may whistle for Preferment . Go , go , begone , I say , and when you come back � look for me in the Presence . Exit Cockl.

Tob.

'T is this damn'd Wife that is the Cause of all , and this , Oh this is the dear Marriage Blessing ; Man is the Shuttle , and his Wife the Loom ; and so they weave themselves into a Knot , that when 't is done , they 'd hang themselves to unty : I 'll to his Uncle presently , and tell him all , perhaps 't will stop his Journey , and make him come and rail , and beat my Mistress : I 'd give my Wages to see 't done handsomely : I 'll whet him I am resolved . Exit .

SCENE III. Grub's House . Enter Grub. Grub.

There 's no good to be done upon this Fool , my Kinsman , so I 'll into the Country , presently , and leave him to the Fool 's Whip , Misery . Let me see � I may recover 20 Miles to night . Ho! Within there � Some body call a Barber ; I 'll be shav'd first , however : I shall ride so much the lighter . Call a Barber , there . Enter Lyonel . How now ! Who have we here ?

Lyon.

Sir , I have follow'd you in here .

Grub.

So methinks , Sir.

Lyon.

'Pray what may I call your Name ?

Grub.

My Name ? Why my Name is Grub , Sir.

Lyon.

Grub ! right : you are a Mahometan .

Grub.

The Devil I am .

Lyon.

I know it ; but am secret : Of what Faction are you ? What Party join you with ?

Grub.

Prithee , I know no Factions , nor Parties , not I : I am a plain Countrey Gentleman , and am just going out of Town . What , a Devil , does the Man mean ?

Lyon.

Then wear this Cross of White , and where you see the li�e , they are my Friends : observe 'em well , the Time is dangerous .

Grub.

I 'll wear none of your Cross , not I : I know not what you mean.

Lyon.

Not know my meaning ! you may spare your Cunning , Sir , you can pick nothing out of this : this Cross is nothing but a Cross , a very Cross : plain , without Spell or Witch craft ; search it ; you may suspect Poison , Powder , or Wild-fire ; but you are mistaken .

Grub.

Well , Sir , I see 't is a plain Cross , what then ? What a Plague , is this Fellow ?

Lyon.

Then do your worst : I care not . Tell the King , as I am sure you will , of all my Actions : and so God save His Majesty . This is no Treason . Exit .

Grub.

Tell the King ! What a strange , odd , whimsical Rogue is this ! But this Town is full of nothing else : Nothing but Fools and Madmen throng the Streets . I 'll get out on 't as soon as I can . Come , where 's the Barber ?

Enter Barber . Barber .

Here , here , Ready , Sir.

Grub.

Come , come , away with 't quickly : but , d' ye hear , Sirra ? Ha'n't you got the Itch now , which your Town-Breeding would complement upon my Face ? Let 's see your Fingers .

Barber lathers him . Barb.

Oh Clear , clear , as a Sucking Infant , Sir.

Grub.

A smooth-fac'd Rogue : Sirra , you are a Whore-Master .

Barb.

A little given that way , Sir ; but I want Money .

Grub.

Alas , poor Fellow ! 't is great Pity , faith . Claps his Cheek .

Barb.

If I were a great Man , Sir.

Grub.

You would keep a Whore , and starve your Wife , as they do .

Barb.

Yes , Sir.

Grub.

Very well : Ha , ha , ha . I have not met with a more honest Fellow : a good handsome , sleek Rascal too ! How many Bastards have you , Friend ? Claps his Cheek .

Barb.

Not very many , Sir. I have only two at Nurse , and another a coming � Will your Worship be pleased to give me an old Shirt ?

Grub.

No , you Dog ; I have a Kid of my own in the Countrey , that must be serv'd first . But , my bonny Shaver , you get your Living honestly , I hope ? You are not given to Thieving ?

Barb.

To no Burglaries , Sir , they are troublesome ; But for the neat Conveyance of a Hand into a Pocket , or so .

Grub.

Hum ! 'T is as I said . Thieves , Fools and Madmen over-run this plaguy Town � Would I were well a Horse-back .

Enter Toby . Tob.

Oh Sir , undone , undone , all lost , ruin'd !

Grub.

How now ? What 's the Matter ? What is there a Fire ? ha ! Who 's there , Toby ?

Tob.

Ay , Ay , Sir , poor Toby , undone , utterly undone .

Grub.

Be undone , and be hang'd ! what , a Devil , dost fright me about it ? � Pox � I thought the Town had been a Fire .

Tob.

Sir , If ever you had any Respect for the Antient Family of the Cockle-brains , to which that of the Grubs is Worshipfully join'd , turn back to our House , and beat my Mistress .

Grub.

Prithee , beat her thy self , and be hang'd , if thou hast a mind to 't .

Tob.

's Bud. Would I might , I 'd strap her with a Vengeance � Besides my Master is undone , unless you go , Sir.

Grub.

I 'll not come near him , an extravagant Rascal , he has not a peny of Money ; and I warrant his Land will be going e'er long .

Tob.

'T is going , Sir , 't is going now .

Grub.

What 's that ? Is he going to Mortgage ?

Tob.

To sell , Sir , to sell � 300 Acres are doom'd this night , unless you stop it , Sir.

Grub.

Give me my Hat and Gloves . Starts off his Chair .

Barb.

What is 't you mean , Sir ?

Grub.

300 Acres ! Oh intolerable Rogue ! I 'll be with him : Gadzooks !

Barb.

Why , Sir , your Beard is not half off .

Grub.

Pox o' my Beard . I 'll go with half a Nose to save 300 Acres . Come along , Toby � Gad I 'll thrash him into Stubble , but I 'll change him , I am resolv'd on 't . Exit .

Tob.

Good Luck be with thee , I ne'er had till now Half so much cause to bid God speed the Plough . Exit .

ACT II.
SCENE I. Discovers the Basset-Table ; Aurelia , Clermont , Longoville , Bewford , and other Gentlemen and Ladies sitting round at Play , Winnall is dealing ; several are standing by , and others walking about ; Acting the several Humours of Winners and Losers . Enter Sharpe and Flea-flint . Sharpe .

WELL ! What Times , Flea-flint ? What purchase to night ? What Rate bears Money ? Hah !

Flea .

Pox , not worth a Man's trouble : I have lent but Three Eight and forties yet .

Sharp .

But you 'll draw so many Fifties , I hope !

Flea .

Yes , certainly , I should hardly wait here else : there 's no Pawn stirring neither ; not so much as a Table-Diamond , nor my Lady 's Locket , the Devil 's in 't ! I think , this Trade will hardly find a Man Salt to his Radishes ; Prithee , what News about Town , Ned ?

Sharp .

Why young Lyonel , they say , is mad .

Flea .

Mad ! Prithee for what ?

Sharp .

It seems the King once parted him and his Mistress , who was a rich Orphan , intending to bestow her on his Favourite ; Grief for which Chance and her Inconstancy has since that time much distracted him , and now in his mad Fit , he conceits the King designs to hang him , and trap him speaking Treason .

Flea .

Alas , poor Lyonel ! Mad ! and mad for Love too ! Thou art a Miracle indeed .

Enter Lady Lost-all . Sharp .

What Lady 's that ?

Flea .

Sir Iasper Lost-alls's Lady , one that 's so much in Love with her Coach that she 's hardly ever out on 't : prithee let 's observe 'em ; I find , by his fidgetting about , the Bank has stript him .

Lady .

Well , Sir Iasper , I have told you of this a hundred times , pray come away now , I find your Money 's all gone , by that sheepish Look of yours . D' ye hear ? Pray let some body order my Coach to come to the Door . You 'll never leave this Basset , Sir Iasper , till you have ruin'd me . My Coach and Horses there , quickly . Come , I protest , I 'm quite tir'd with coming up Stairs . To a Footman .

Sir Iasp.

Gad , Madam , to tell you the truth , I have lost your Coach and Horses since you went.

Lady .

Lost my Coach and Horses !

Sir Iasp.

Yes , faith , you must e'en beat home upon the Hoof , there 's no Remedy ?

Lady .

Why , Thou Monster ! thou darest not , sure , put such an Affront upon a Woman of my Quality ; one that �

Sir Iasp.

One that shall scold with any Woman of Quality in Town , I 'll say that for her , but I 'll not stay to hear more on 't . Exit .

Lady .

Oh intolerable ! Was there ever such a Brute seen ! that whilst I was paying an innocent Visit to my Cousin Doll Feetly here in the House , could have the Barbarity to lose my dear Coach and Horses , without which , alas ! what is a Lady ? How can a Lady subsist without her Coach and Horses ? A Husband ! A Clown ; A Beast : one I married and got Knighted to have Comfort of him , and now the Brute , to reward me , has lost my dear Coach and Horses at filthy Basset , the Devil take him , how does the Monster think , a Lady dress'd in a Gown , as I am , shall foot it Home now ? Takes up her Train , & discovers her Stockings down , Shoes tatter'd , & Exit .

Flea . Sharp .

Ha , ha , ha , ha , this was pleasant enough .

Win.

Tre winns , Six loses , Knave winns , Ten loses , Eight winns � Madam , you lose the King. to Aurelia .

Aurelia and Clermont rise . Aur.

A Curse on all ill Luck ; Fass'd so many times , a Paroli , Sept , and Quinze & le va lost in a Moment Tearing the Cards .

Cler.

Plgue on 't , I am stript too , and this is all the Treasure I have left in this World. Kissing her Hand .

Aur.

Well , Sir , do not you complain till you lose that Treasure , I shall wheedle my Husband and get Flush again within few hours , and then , Sir , perhaps you may hear from me ; in the mean time Good Morrow , 't is almost Sun-rising , I 'le to Bed now . Ex. smiling .

Cler.

She gives me the Ougle to follow her . Oh this damn'd Itch of Play , yet cannot I give over , if I were to be hang'd . Flea-flint , Prithee come hither .

Flea .

What 's your Pleasure , Sir ?

Cler.

Thou know'st , I have always been thy Friend , and given thee Barratto freely , Prithee lend me another Eight and forty upon Honour .

Flea .

Not without a Pawn , Sir , I have sworn the contrary .

Cler.

As I am a Man of Honour .

Flea .

As I am a Man of Honour , Sir , I must not break my Oath .

Cler.

Thou wilt not do me this Courtesie then .

Flea .

I cannot , Sir , what , would you have me damn my self for a Trifle : if you have e're a Pawn ? �

Cler.

I le give thee Bond and Judgment .

Flea .

Pish , Paper , Paper , I 'le do nothing without a Pawn , I tell ye .

Cler.

Well , come hither , thou shalt have a Pawn .

Flea .

Where , what is 't ?

Cler.

And such a Pawn , as never was propos'd to Man before . � thou saw'st that Lady that went out ?

Flea .

Well , Sir , and what of her ?

Cler.

She is my Mistress , and the dearest Jewel that e're unlucky Gamester pawn'd before : One , that I value equal with my Life ; yet such a Witchery there is in Play , that for this Money , I 'le contrive it so , that thou shalt be Caress'd instead of me , till I return what 's lent .

Flea .

This I confess is the strangest Pawn I ever heard of , but I lend no Money upon Faces , Sir , I must beg your Pardon : However I shall make bold to tell the Lady , what a Faithful Spark she has . Aside .

Clerm .

Dog , Rook , Rascal ! What a Slave was I to offer such an inestimable Treasure ! Sirra , get you gone , or I 'll cut your Pate .

Flea .

Ay , Ay ; Rail , rail ! Ha , ha , ha . Ex. Flea flint .

Longoville and Bewford rise Long.

Clear'd � stript : by this Light , not a Rag left . tears the Cards .

Bew.

Ha , ha , ha , I won two Hundred Guineas : What 's the matter , Iack ?

Cler.

Nothing , nothing , a Pox on him , come , Prithee let 's go , and beat up the Rogues at the Blue-Posts , for a quart of burnt Sherry .

Long.

With all my heart , a Plague of this damn'd Basset-Table . Excunt .

Enter Cocklebrain , Grub , and Toby . Tob.

Do but see , Sir , they 're at it still , at this time o' th' Morning .

Grub.

Oons speak to 'em , souse in upon 'em , Nephew .

Cockl.

No , pray , Uncle , do you , for my part I 'm asham'd .

Grub.

Gad , and so I will , what 's here to do , what a Pox de' e make an Ordinary of my Nephew's House ? a Bawdy-House were a better Name by the half , nothing but Cheating , and Gaming , and Roaring , and Tearing , Gad-sookers , 't is past Suffering , and as I am his Friend , and Uncle �

Sharp .

How now , who have we here , Sir , will you venture Fifty Pieces , here 's a Stool .

Grub.

And there 't is at your Head , Dogbolt . Draw , Nephew , draw , Toby , draw , draw , we 'le Basset the Rogues .

Enter Lyonel , with a Helmet on , and Sword drawn . Lyon.

What 's here , Treason going forward , I 'le make one against ye , Faith. First attacks Grub , and has him down , then throws the Cards about , and falls upon the Gamesters , till Grub rises , and they then beat Lyonel and all out .

Grub.

So , so , now lock the Door upon 'm Toby

Toby locks the Door . Cockl.

Bravely fought , i'faith , why , Uncle , you beat the Mad-man too , you fought like Scanderbeg ; you are not hurt , I hope �

Grub.

No , hang 'em , they are all Polltroons , Rogues that have no more Souls in 'em than so many Fleas , therefore hear me once more , and mark me well : If thou dost not instantly break this damn'd Custom , and make thy Wife know her self , Ill desert thee for ever , never see thy Face , but leave thee to ensuing Rags and Poverty , a thing not worthy for the Dogs to piss upon

Tob.

Ne're think to see honest Toby again neither , I 'me too proud of my Parts , to serve a Beggar , I thank ye .

Cockle .

Do you really think my Wife deceives me then ?

Grub.

' sbud , think it , 't is past thinking , for I know it .

Tob.

Sir , she came Home at three a Clock yesterday Morning , and was led up Stairs between two Thundring Whoremasters , one had a great Patch on 's Nose , you may guess by what , and there they were two Hours in her Chamber : What they did there , the Lord knows .

Cockle .

'T is likely , they were Plotting my Preferment .

Grub.

Plotting to make thee a Cuckold , that 's your Preferment .

Tob.

And a Beggar most certainly .

Grub.

For she knows no End in Lavishing .

Tob.

And for Eating and Drinking , she 's the very Devil , her Belly is a meer Parson's Barn , all your Tenants pay Tyth to 't , and yet 't is never satisfyed .

Cockl.

The Truth is , she has been given to take a Cup , of late .

Grub.

A Cup , ' ds Heart I have seen her as Maudlin as a Midwife at a Crying out .

Tob.

And when she 's in her Beer , she 's wondrous Chast ; No doubt .

Grub.

Come , come , once more I say send for her , for my Part , I shall have no Patience if I see her : send for her I say , and pack her into the Country , instantly , or never see my Face more .

Cockl.

Well , Sir , your Hearty Love , and Reasons have prevail'd , it shall be so .

Grub.

It shall ?

Cockl.

Yes � Sir , it shall be so .

Grub.

Why , that 's well said , Gad , I 'le slap thee down another Hundred Pounds in my Will for this , and let Wives know their Duty .

Cockl.

She has lost a Plaguey deal of Mony lately , at this damn'd Basset , that 's the Truth on 't .

Grub.

A Mint , a Mint , the Devil and all , I know it , for 't is a greater Cheat , than the Lottery ; 't is just like giving a man twenty Pounds . to let you lose 100.

Cockl.

But she shall have no more , Uncle .

Grub.

Thou' rt in the right , Boy , it makes 'em Wild and Wanton . I make my young Jade at home leap at a Crook'd Nine-pence : give a Wife Money , give her a Pudding .

Cockl.

Mine has had the Indies .

Grub.

Ay , Iacky , thou hadst better have sent her thither by Half , take heed for the future , now hold fast , and prosper , I 'll presently take Horse , and tell thy Tenants such a Story ; this will be joyful News at Plowden , farewel , good Iacky , be but resolute , and then the Devil , I mean , thy Wife will have no Power over thee .

Tob.

Blessings go along with ye , Sir , you have made me a New-Man too .

Grub.

Farewel , Honest To. I shall see thee in the Country shortly , now little To. where we 'le crack a Flagon , and roast Apples , ye Rogue . Farewel . Nephew , God-b'w'y ' . To , your most humble Servant , good Nephew � Come , my Horse , my Horse there . Exit Grub.

Cockl.

Good Journey to'e , Sir , I 'll be with ye to Morrow .

Tob.

Oons I could leap for Joy , this is the happiest Day .

Cockl.

Go , Toby , and call your Mistress .

Tob.

But shall she not prevail , Sir , and out-talk ye � as she us'd to do ? For you know she has a plaguy Tongue .

Cockl.

I 'll not hear her , but rail at her till I am ten Miles off .

Tob.

If you are forty , so much the better , Sir , for she 's so shrill , that , if the Wind sit right , she 'll sound from hence to Barnet .

Cockl.

Go , go , call her hither .

Tob.

I could leap out of my Skin , my Heart 's so light , a Plague o' this stinking Town ! now we shall get a little Air , and go a Hunting , and a Fishing agen . Exit .

Cockl.

Why , what a thing was I , that such a Creature as a Wife could rule me ? Do not I know that Woman first was made for Man's Diversion : she shall know now , a thing that few � do , She has a Husband that can govern her .

Enter Toby hastily . Tob.

She 's coming , Sir , and in a Plaguy Fret . Stand upon your Guard , Sir.

Enter Aurelia . Aur.

What Planet reigns ? or what mad Whimsey have you now i' th' Head , that makes you call me from my Rest , that know I have not been in Bed all Night ?

Cockl.

Oh , you shall go to Bed betimes hereafter , and shall be rais'd again at thrifty Hours .

Aur.

What does he mean !

Cockl.

I 'll have no more of your Court Tricks , your Honours , your Offices , and all your large Preferments I 'll be content to lose : for , to be plain w' ye , I now at last begin to smell a Rat , And understand too late what you 'd be at .

Aur.

The Man is mad sure !

Cockl.

The Woman would have him so ; but it shall be a Country Madness then , for I 'll be gone this Morning .

Aur.

Very fine ; and who 's Advice is this , Sir , I beseech ye , your Swabber Toby's ?

Tob.

I shall have my Head broke , I see by her Looks .

Cockl.

No one 's Advice , good Wife , but my own Reason ; therefore make ready .

Aur.

Sir , I hope you 'll stay till the next Ball be past however .

Cockl.

Not I : I have been Balling on't too long , you have kept me here these seven Years a Balling , treat�ng your Friends , and wasting all my Substance in Riot and Fine Cloaths , which was the way you told me to be preferr'd : but I find no such matter , therefore make ready , and in that Gown which you came first to Town in , your Grogram-Safe-guard and Hood suitable . Thus on a double Gelding shall you amble , and my Man Toby shall be set before ye .

Tob.

Hem , hem , well said , Old Stiff Rump , i'faith , I begin to take Heart a little .

Aur.

And will you go then in earnest ?

Cockl.

Yes faith will I , and how dare you oppose my Will and Pleasure ? Was not the Man ordain'd to rule his Wife ?

Aur.

True , Sir , but where the Man does miss his way , it is the Woman's part to set him right ; so Fathers have a right to guide their Sons in all their Courses , yet you oft have seen poor little Children that have both their Eyes lead their blind Fathers .

Cockl.

She has a Plaguy Wit.

Tob.

A devillish one , Sir , therefore take care of her , she 'll talk ye mad else .

Cockl.

Come , come , you 're but a little piece of Man.

Aur.

But such a Piece as being taken away , what would Man do ? The fairest , tallest Ship that ever sail'd , is by a little Piece of the same Wood steer'd right and turn'd about .

Cockl.

Ay , that 's all one , you shall steer me no longer ; I 'll keep my Rudder in my own hand now .

Tob.

Well said agen i'gad , a Plague , how the Jade lears now ! Aside .

Aur.

'T is your Clownish Uncle , I know , that hath put this into your Head , who is an Enemy to your Preferment , because I should not take place of his Wife ; Come , by this Kiss , Sweet Heart , thou shalt not go .

Cockl.

By this other Kiss , Sweet-heart , I will , and therefore on with your Trinkets ; I know your Tricks . And if Preferment falls e're you are ready , 't is welcome , else farewel to Court , i'Faith .

Aurel.

Well , Sir , since you are resolv'd , I must obey .

Cockl.

You must , therefore about it .

Tob.

Ay , ay , you must , you must , there 's no more to be said .

Cockl.

Go , go , get ready . Women are pleasant things when once a Man begins to know himself .

Aur.

But hark ye , Sir , because you use me thus , though I did look for present Honour this Morning for ye and at such an Hour , yet if it does not come e're I am ready , which I will be the sooner , left it should , when I am once set on a Countrey Life , not all the Power of Earth shall alter me , not all your Prayers , or Threats shall make me speak the least Word to my Honourable Friends , to do you any Grace .

Cockl.

With all my Heart .

Aur.

And never more hope to be Honourable

Cockl.

Not I , I have been tyr'd with hoping , if that be Court Preferment , I have enough on 't .

Aur.

Nor to live greatly , you shall be so far from the Name of Honour , that you shall never see a Lord again .

Cockl.

Why , what care I , if you had never seen one , I think your Honour had been ne're the worse for 't .

Aur.

But amongst Sheep and Oxen you shall live at home bespotted with your own lov'd Dirt , in nasty Cloaths , as you were us'd to do , and , to oblige you , I will live so too .

Cockl.

And 't will become ye well , come , the Day wears , therefore make hast , it shall be my Care to see your Stuff pack'd up � Toby � come . Exit Cockle .

Tob.

Ay , ay , Sir , here am I , Lord , how she looks now ! Ex.

Aur.

It shall be my Care to gull you , my wise Husband . You shall stay , and more than that intreat me too , you shall have Honours presently . Who 's there ?

Enter Maria. Mar.

Madam .

Aur.

Prithee , bring hither Pen , Ink , and Paper , quickly .

Mar.

'T is ready , Madam � what 's the Matter ?

Aur.

Your Master will not stay in Town , he says , unless Preferment fall within an Hour . Sits down , and writes .

Mar.

Let him command one of the City Gates , the Mobile are mutinying , or get him made a Constable , and walk the Rounds at Midnight , to catch Drunkards , any thing that has Hurry in 't will please him .

Aur.

No , no , I have it for him , I have been prepar'd a good while for this Occasion : and when the World shall see what I have done , Let it not move the Spleen of any Wife , to see me make an Asse of my dear Husband . If they are Just , and know well how to use a Woman , then it were a Sin to wrong 'em , but when they grow conceited of themselves , and Ill performers , then shew 'em no Mercy . Here , Carry this Letter to young Clermont , and bid him and his Friends come hither instantly , and do as I have order'd there .

Mar.

It shall be done , Madam . A Duce take him , I warrant he intends to pack us into the Country , to weed his Barley , or churn his Butter ; but we 'll churn him , and make Butter of his Brains first , here 's that will fit him . Exit .

Aur. In the mean time , I 'le go and dress my self , In all the Country Cloaths , I us'd before , Not to be gone , but make the Mirth the more . Ex. Aurelia . Re-enter Cockle-brain , and Toby , laden with Riding Equipage . Cockl.

Is all pack'd up , Toby ?

Tob.

All , all , Sir , there is no Tumbler runs through his Hoop , with more dexterity , than I about this Business , 't is a Day , that I have long'd to see .

Cockl.

Come , where 's my Boots ? Sits down .

Tob.

Here , here , Sir , and now y' are a made man.

Cockl.

Ay , Toby , now thou shalt know , I can command my Wife .

Tob.

I am glad to see it , Sir.

Cockle .

I do not love always to be made a Puppy , Toby .

Tob.

No , Sir , but yet methinks your Worship does not look right like a Country Gentleman .

Cockl.

I will presently ; give me my tother Hat �

Tob.

Here , Sir.

Cockl.

So , now my Jerkin .

Tob.

Yes , Sir.

Cockl.

On with it , Toby , thou and I will live so finely in the Countrey , Toby , and have such pleasant Walks into the Woods , and then bring home Riding-Rods , and Walking-Staves .

Tob.

And I will carry 'em , Sir , and sturdy Sticks for the Children .

Cockl.

So thou shalt , and thou shalt do all , oversee my Work-folks , and at the Weeks End pay 'em all their Wages .

Tob.

Yes , Sir , if your Worship gives me Money .

Cockl.

Thou shalt eat Money , Man.

Tob.

Beef , Beef , and 't like your Worship : as for eating of Money , let that alone .

Cockl.

Give me my Trowzes , and I will make my Wife , thy Mistress , look to her Dairy well , and to her Landrey , that we may have our Linnen clean on Sundays .

Tob.

And Holydays , Sir.

Cockl.

Ay , and e'er we walk about the Grounds provide our Breakfast , or she shall smoak ; I 'll make her a good Houswife ; she now shall make no Journey to her Sisters , but live at home and feed her Poultrey fat , and see her Maids in Bed before her , and lock all the Doors .

Tob.

Rare , rare , Sir , Why , this will be a Life for King and Queens .

Cockl.

Come , give me my Buff-Belt , and Hanger .

Tob.

'T is done , Sir.

Cockl.

So , this is as it should be ; now , my Gloves .

Tob.

Here they are , Sir.

Cockl.

A Riding-Rod now , Come .

Tob.

There 's nothing wanting , Sir.

Cockl.

So , so , How dost thou like me now , hah ?

Tob.

Exceeding well , Sir ; Now your Worship looks just like your self ; A Man of Means and Credit ; so did your wise and famous Ancestors ride up and down to Fairs to cheapen Cattle .

Cockl.

Go , hasten your Mistress , and make ready , I long to be on Horse-back .

Tob.

I 'll be ready in a Twinkling , Sir ; never was Man so jocund ; ' ds heart , I could dance all the way . Ex. Toby .

Enter Clermont and Foot-man . Cler.

Who 's that ? Who 's that , Friend ?

Foot.

I know not , Sir , I think it is my Master .

Cler.

Who , he that walks in Gray , whisking his Riding-Rod ?

Foot.

Yes , Sir , 't is he .

Cler.

'T is he indeed , and at all Points prepar'd for his new Journey : Sirrah , when I wink upon ye , run out and tell the Gent. below , 't is time .

Foot.

I will , Sir.

Cler.

Mr. Cockle-brain , Good Morrow t' ye .

Cockl.

The same to you , Sir , this is one of my Wife's Court Friends ; how simply he looks now , to see me in this Dress : My Wife 's within , Sir , but she 's busie .

Cler.

As she pleases , Sir ; my Business is now with you .

Cockl.

With me , Sir ! Your Pleasure ?

Cler.

'T is reported , Sir , I know not whether by some Enemy , malitiously , that envies your great Merit , and wou'd be ready to sow Discontents between his Majesty and you ; or truly , which on my Faith I would be sorry for , that you intend in haste to leave the Court.

Cockl.

Faith , Sir , within this half Hour . Toby .

Tob. within .

Sir.

Cockl.

Is my Wife ready ?

Tob. within .

Presently , Sir.

Cler.

But , Sir , I needs must tell you , as a Friend , you should have taken your Journey privater ; for 't is already blaz'd about the Court.

Cockl.

Why , Sir , I hope 't is no Treason , is 't ?

Cler.

'T is true , Sir ; but 't is grown the common Talk : there 's no News else , in Town ; and in the Presence , all the Nobility and Gentry have nothing in their Mouths , but only this , That Mr. Cockle-brain , that Noble Courtier , is now departing hence : Every Man's Face looks ghastly on his Fellows ; such a Sadness , before this day , I ne'er beheld at Court ; Mens Hearts begin to fail 'em , when they hear it .

Cockl.

Sir , I had rather all their Hearts should fail 'em , than I stay here untill my Purse fail me .

Cler.

But yet you are a Subject ; and beware , I charge you , by the Love I bear to you , how you do venture rashly on a Course to make your Soveraign jealous of your Deeds .

For Princes Jealousies , where they love most , Are quickly found , but they are hardly lost . Cockl.

Sir , I know not what you mean by this ! All the Love that I have found at Court , is , They have let me spend my Money there .

Cler.

Have I not still profess'd my self your Friend ?

Cockl.

Yes , yes . You have all profess'd , but you ne'er prov'd so yet .

Cler.

Now , Sir , I will then ; because I see you are wise , and give you thus much light into a Business , that came to me just now . Be resolute , stand stiffly to it , that you will be gone , and presently .

Cockl.

Troth , 'T is what I intend .

Cler.

And , by this Light , you may be what you will. Will you be secret , Sir ?

Cockl.

Ay. What 's the matter ?

Cler.

The King does fear you .

Cockl.

Sir !

Cler.

And is now in Council about you .

Cockl.

About me !

Cler.

About you , Sir , I tell you ; you will find he is in Council about you : his Councellours have told him all the Truth .

Cockl.

What Truth have they told him ?

Cler.

Why , Sir , that which now he knows too well .

Cockl.

Too well ! Prithee what is 't ? If any Rogue has sworn Treason against me now , I am in a fine Condition ! Aside .

Cler.

That you have follow'd him these seven Years , with a great Train , and though he has not grac'd ye , yet you have div'd into the Hearts of thousands with Liberality and Noble Carriage : And if you should depart hence unpreferr'd , all discontented and seditious Spirits would flock to you , and thrust you into Action ; with whose Help and your Tenants , if you were so dispos'd , who does know , how great a Part of this yet Peaceful Realm , you might make desolate : But when the King heard this !

Cockl.

What said he ?

Cler.

He sneez'd , and shook , as never Monarch shook'd before . And to be short , you may be what you will : but be not Ambitious , Sir , sit down with moderate Honours , lest you make your self more fear'd .

Cockl.

I know not what to think of this : his Looks are very serious .

Cler.

The Gudgeon bites . Oh , here comes Longoville .

Enter Longoville . Long.

Where 's Mr. Cockle-brain ?

Cler.

There , Sir , he stands : would you ought with him ?

Long.

I should hardly sweat thus else . Good Morrow , Sir.

Cockl.

With all my heart , Sir.

Long.

His Majesty does recommend himself most kindly to you , Sir.

Cockle .

His Majesty ?

Long.

Yes , Sir , and has , by me , sent you this Favour , kneel down , and rise a Knight .

Cockl.

A Knight , Sir ?

Long.

A Knight , Sir , and he does farther request you , not to leave the Court so soon ; for though your former Merits were neglected , after this time , there shall no Office fall , but you shall stand fair for 't as any Man.

Cler.

What think you now , Sir ? Hark you , a Word in your Ear : if you yield yet you are a Novice .

Cockl.

Do you think so ? Softly aside .

Cler.

Most certainly , therefore be resolute .

Cockl.

I understand you ; a Knight , let me see ; a Knight . Sir Iohn Cockle-brain ! No : it won't do . Besides , I have known a Cheese-monger a Knight ; a hundred Sniveling , addle-headed Citizens for Cheating , knighted : and Pimps and Cuckolds innumerable : No , no ; I must go , I must desire his Majesty to excuse me .

Long.

I 'll bear your Knightly Words straight to the King , and send his Princely Answer back again . Ex. Longo .

Cler.

Very well done , Sir , stand out stiffly , a while , 't will be the better : I know there is a Tide of Honours coming .

Cockle .

But with my stiff Standing , if I should lose my Knighthood , I should wish I had been more limber .

Cler.

Oh , never fear , Sir , 't is impossible : Hark , there 's a Noise below : 's Death , here 's my Lord what de' e call him : pull down your Hat over your Eyes , look Grave and Sullen . So , so .

Enter Bewford . Bew.

Where is this new made Knight ?

Cockl.

Hem , hem ; who 's that ? here I am .

Bew.

Let me embrace you first within my Arms : then call you Lord. The King will have it so : who does intreat your Lordship , to remember his Message , sent to you by Longoville .

Cler.

If you are sneaking , and dare mount no higher , you may yield now . I know what I wou'd do .

Cockl.

Peace , he observes us . A Lord , Hum , to be Lord Cockle-brain ! Pox , I know a Crook-back'd Fidler call'd a Lord : No , no , this is too light too . Besides I have been sick of a Lord , ever since I met my Lord Mayor t'other Day , ty'd to his Horse , and with a great Brass Chain about his Neck , weighing of Butter .

Bew.

You 'll return the King some Answer , my Lord.

Cockl.

Yes , my Lord , you may thank his Majesty , but the Lordship is too light . I must be gone , were he Ten Thousand Kings and Emperours .

Bew.

I 'll tell him what you say , Sir , but I know he 'll be extreamly concern'd .

Long.

Oh damnably ! the Rogue does it to a Hair. Away , away .

Bew.

I must , or I shall laugh in 's Face . Ex. Bew.

Cler.

Why , this was like your self , my Lord.

Cockl.

I think so ; The Devil 's in 't , if that was not stiff enough . But if I should lose this Lordship by Fooling , my Wife would be plaguy angry . A Ladyship , you know is a pretty Bawble , enough for her to play with .

Cler.

Oh , you 'll have a bigger Bawble , I warrant you for her to play with . See , see , here comes t'other again .

Enter Longoville . Long.

Give me your honour'd Hand , right Courteous Peer , and from hence forth be a Noble Marquess , the King so wills , and Subjects must obey . Only he still desires you to consider his late Request .

Cler.

Faith ! You are well now , my Lord. I 'd consent .

Cockl.

' sBud � I 'll be one Step higher , since I am so far .

Cler.

Ha , ha , ha , 'T is the finest Lord : I am afraid anon , he 'll stand upon 't to share the Kingdom with him .

Long.

Pox on you . Speak lower .

Cockl.

Troth , I must own the King is very gracious : but that scandalous Ballad of that abominable Marquess , and that damnable Patient Grizel , has made that Title so nauseous to me � If his Majesty would but please to change that .

Long.

Faith , my Lord , I believe you may be what you please . Here 's another Messenger .

Enter Bewford , and Footman carrying a Robe . Bewf.

Make Room here . Where 's this Noble Marquess ? The King , my Lord , once more has sent me to you , and finding no Dignity above your Merit , so you will freely grant to his Proposal , he bids you be a Duke , and chuse of whence .

Cler.

' sHeart , if you yield not now , you are undone : What can you wish to have more than the Kingdom ?

Cockl.

Why then , so please his Majesty , I would be Duke of Dunstable ; Because I like the Sound .

Bewf.

'T is very apt , Sir : I know the King is pleased . There 's your Patent with a Blank .

Cockl.

Pray give his Majesty Thanks , Sir ; and you may tell him now that I will stay .

Bewf.

He 'll be a glad man when he hears it , Sir.

Cler.

I must have vent to laugh , or I shall burst . Aside .

Bewf.

Keep your Countenance , and be hang'd .

Long.

But how shall we keep it from the Worlds Ear , that none undeceive him ?

Cler.

We 'll think of that anon : Why , Gentlemen , is this a gracious Habit for a Duke ? For Heaven's sake each one employ his Hand to pluck the Clouds off from this Radiant Sun , that must shine on us all � I 'll pluck one Boot and Spur off .

Long.

And I another .

Bewf.

This scurvey Hat , and plaguy Peruke , do not become his Grace's sprouting Fore-head : For Shame let 's off with ' em .

Long.

Now set your Duke-like Foot to this of mine , one pluck will do it .

Cockl.

Hold ! Hold ! thou 'lt pluck my Leg off ; prithee go more gingerly to work , my Grace is yet but tender .

Long.

My Lord , I beg your Pardon .

Cockl.

Well � you have it , Friend .

Cler.

So , now off with this Jerkin , and throw away that Riding-Rod .

Bewf.

Here , here : on with the new Robe the King has sent .

Cockl.

Robe � 'T is but an odd sort of a Robe , methinks : Prithee , what 's the Name on 't ?

Bewf.

My Lord , 'T is call'd a Solyman : 'T is made in Imitation of the new Sultana's ; this Mode is for the great Lords , as t'other for the great Ladies .

Cockl.

Oh ho ! Is it so ? They put it on .

Long.

So , So , Where are his Grace's Slippers ?

Enter Toby , booted and dress'd for a Iourney . Tob.

Come , come , Sir , all 's ready : The Horses are brought out ; The Pillion on , and my Mistress stays in the Hall. Ownz ! what 's here to do ? What a Devil do you mean , Sir ?

Cockl.

My Slippers , Toby , my Slippers . Gravely .

Tob.

Slippers ! ' sbud , will you ride a Journey in your Slippers ?

Long.

Oh thou mighty Duke ! Pardon this Man , that thus has trespass'd in his Ignorance . Here are your Grace's Slippers .

Cockl.

The poor Fellow is honest � I pardon him .

Tob.

Why , what 's the matter ?

Cler.

Fellow , he 's a Duke . The King has rais'd him above all the Land. Toby starts , and then kneels .

Tob.

A Duke ! Oh , that ever I was born ! Do you hear , Sir , Do you know what I am , pray ?

Cler.

Chief Gentleman o' th' Chamber ; Secretary , any thing , what you please : you may be a Lord in time , if things go right . To Long.

Tob.

D' ye hear , Friend ? Prithee pull off my Boots too .

Cockl.

No , let them alone , and get thee into the Countrey presently , and tell my Uncle what has happen'd .

Tob.

' sHeart , here 's Luck for you . I 'll post thither instantly , and tell his Uncle this amazing News . Oh what dull Dunghill Countrey Rogues are we ! A Duke ! ' sheart , we shall be all Lords at least . Exit .

Enter Aurelia , dress'd awkwardly for a Iourney . Aur.

Thus to your Will , as every good Wife ought , I have bent all my Thoughts , and now am ready .

Cockl.

Oh Madam ! I am not worthy to kiss the least of all your Grace's Toes , much less your Thumb , which yet I would be bold with . All your Council has been to me as prudent as an Angel's , but mine to thee as dirty as my Boots . Dear Dutchess , there 's no going now , we must both stay .

Aurel.

Pray , Sir , don't mock me , nor make me dress and undress like a Fool , because you find me easy : said I not , the whole World should not alter me , if once I were resolv'd ; therefore let 's away .

Cockl.

Behold , a Knight does kneel . Kneels .

Aur.

A Knight !

Cockl.

A Lord.

Aur.

A Fool !

Cockl.

I say a Lord does kneel , nay a Duke .

Cler.

In Trowses , Madam .

Bewf.

Without Shoes .

Aur.

Are you all mad ?

Long.

No , gracious Lady , if you dare credit your faithful Servant's Word , Your Husband 's made a Duke .

Aur.

What think you now , Sir ?

Cockl.

Ah dear , dear Dutchess ! I am made by thee for ever , and here in Token , that all Strife shall end , 'twixt Thee and Me , I let my Trowses fall , and to thy Hands I do deliver 'em ,

To signifie , that in all Acts and Speeches , From this time forth my Wife shall wear the Breeches . Exeunt Omnes .
ACT III.
SCENE I. Enter Grub , and Phillida . Phil.

WELL avads ! You are welcome home a thousand times , dear Hubby ; and will my Cousin be here so soon do you say ?

Grub.

Ay , I have laid it home to him , i'faith ! I have made a new Man of him ! we shall have no more Court Fooleries now !

Phil.

Why , Hubby , is not the Court a fine Place then ?

Grub.

Not half so fine a Place as my Barn is in Harvest-time .

Phil.

What , and so many tall , young , handsome , Scotch , French and Irish Wits there , that come for Preferment ? Why , Hubby , I heard here that my Cousin Cockle-brain was to have been made a Lord.

Grub.

A Lord ! A Loggerhead he would have been made , had not I clear'd his Eye-sight , what with his Wife 's Tattling , and her Bullies Bantring him with Honours and Titles , he was almost mad amongst 'em : but I rouz'd him , i'faith ! I got the better of him at last , and made him forswear ever coming near that damn'd Town again . I expect him here to morrow ; He 's upon his Journey by this time .

Phil.

What has he forsworn sweet London , to come and live sneaking here in the Country , Hubby ?

Grub.

Sweet London ! ' sbud I warrant this Fool thinks it pav'd with Nutmegs and Ginger ; ha , ha : � besides , why sneaking , you Baggage ? why sneaking ?

Phil.

Why is not our Countrey Life a sneaking Life , Hubby ?

Grub.

No , Hubby , and let me hear you call it so agen , if you dare : I shall have her get an Itch of seeing this sweet London , and run away from me there , if I han't a Care. Aside .

Phil.

Nay , Dear , pray don't be angry ! what Preferment can my Cousin expect here ?

Grub.

' sBud , is he not Lord of a Mannor ? which he may thank me for too , for that was just degrading , had not I been in the way , and exercis'd upon him : besides , if he wants more Preferment , he may be a Iustice of Peace , as I am : Lash the Whores out of the Countrey ; live godlily , and take Bribes , ye silly Jade .

Enter Toby . Phil.

He 's coming , Hubby , for look here comes his Man , Mr. Toby .

Grub.

'T is he , i'faith ! What , Toby � my Friend , Toby ! welcome , faith : Spouse , go lay down the Pheasant Roger shot this Morning : I suppose my Cousin's alighted at the Gate , and we must get something to entertain him ; go , go ; why don't you move ? now I see , Toby , he 's a Man of his Word . Ownds run , lay down the Pheasant , I say . Pushes her .

Tob.

Your Pheasant must fly into St. Iames's Park if you intend to treat him , I can tell you that .

Grub.

Why , is not he come ?

Tob.

No , nor like to come , that 's more , Old Fellow .

Grub.

How , Sauce box ! What 's that you say ? Will he break his Word with me ? does the Rascal dare to affront me ?

Tob.

Rascal ! Have a Care what you say , Friend , I have sworn Homage to my Prince , and hold my Place by my Fidelity , therefore , Friend , keep good Words in your Mouth . You are but a Iustice of Peace .

Grub.

But a Iustice of Peace ! Why , you sawcy Rascal , what would you have me be , a Cherubin ? Here 's an insolent Rogue ! He makes nothing of a Iustice of Peace .

Tob.

Not in Comparison of his Grace , or my self , I thank ye .

Grub.

His Grace ! whose Grace , Dog ? ' sbud , speak quickly , and don 't plague me with these Riddles , or old Crab shall fly about your Ears ? Why does that Scab , your Master , use me thus ? and where is he ?

Tob.

His Mighty Grace is at his House , I suppose .

Grub.

Mighty Grace !

Phil.

Nay , nay , Hubby , prithee do not call my Court-Nephew such Names !

Tob.

Ay , ay , Old Mole hill ! things are alter'd since thou and I met at London : to be short , the King has made your Nephew Duke of Dunstable : now repent of what is past , and extend your Manners to me , as my Place deserves , or look to 't . I shall stick upon your Skirts : I shall grub ye !

Grub.

The Duke of Dunstable , Oons !

Tob.

Even so , Sir , and greatest Favourite at Court , no better , nor no worse , Sir.

Grub.

But , Toby , dost not thou dream ? Art sure ?

Tob.

Sir , I 'll hold no Discourse without my Title . If you want Court Breeding I 'll teach you some . I am stil'd now Mr. Secretary .

Grub.

Mr. Secretary !

Tob.

A little Step to future Dignity . About two Years hence I expect to be a Duke my self .

Grub.

The Devil you do ! This must be down-right Madness .

Tob.

Believe so , and be wretched !

Grub.

Nay , nay , I beseech you , good Mr. Secretary , be not angry ! 'T is such high News it almost gravels me : I desire only to be satisfy'd , and if you are sure my Nephew is a Duke .

Tob.

As sure as you are Justice Grub , Sir.

Grub.

And that 's pretty sure indeed . Gadzooks , if this be true I have undone my self , I call'd him Son of a Whore ! But , Mr. Secretary , I have great Confidence in your Worship's Patience and Mercy . Changing his Tone .

Tob.

Well , Mr. Iustice , I can wink at Faults .

Grub.

But if the Sun should dazle now !

Tob.

Yet more Doubts ! Have you a Nose on your Face ?

Grub.

A Nose ! Yes , yes ; I am sure I have a Nose .

Tob.

Why then I am sure he is a Duke .

Phil.

O Gemini ! If our Nephew be a Duke , I wonder what I am , Hubby !

Grub.

A Fool , Hubby . Pox , prithee hold thy peace ; I 'll tell thee more anon : this is the rarest News ! We are all made for ever .

Tob.

I saw the Courtiers bow , and heard 'em cry , Good Health and Fortune to my Lord the Duke ; God bless him , cries another ; and to his Grace's right Hand , the Worshipful Mr. Secretary , says a third : And when I came away to bring this News , his Chamber was hung with Nobles like the Presence .

Grub.

I heartily thank you , Sir , I am satisfy'd . Why , Great as he is , he is my Kinsman , Mr. Secretary ; I am his poor unworthy Uncle .

Tob.

That 's true , Sir ; but I could wish his Greatness could make him lose his Memory ; you have been formerly a little sawcy with him , you know , Justice .

Grub.

I have so indeed , a great Failing in troth : I am asham'd on 't heartily ; and will repent and mend . What , I warrant his ingenious Lady was the Means of all this !

Tob.

Even so , Sir ; You know I was for having you swinge her , Gadzooks , I would not have her know it for a 1000 l.

Grub.

Nor I have done it for Ten thousand .

Tob.

For she has ferk'd out all our Preferments upon her own Anvil , as cleverly as a Smith would do a Ten penny Nail .

Grub.

Ah , I always thought her an ingenious Person . But now to see what Fortune some Men have ! I might have been a Duke too , if I had had but Luck . I had an Estate and a Wife as fair as his , that could have brook'd the Court as well as his , and laid about her for her Husband's Honour . Ah , Toby , had I ever dreamt of this !

Tob.

Yet again , Sir ?

Grub.

I cry your Mercy , good Mr. Secretary .

Tob.

Why faith , Sir , it came above our Expectation : we were wise only in seeking to undo this Honour : which shew'd our Dung-hill Breeding , and our Dirt.

Grub.

'T is very true , we were both arrant Puppies , Mr. Secretary . 'T is as his Noble Grace hath often said , we understood just nothing .

Tob.

'T is Time then that we now improve our selves , that rising , as we may , with our great Master , we may attain some Wisdom with our Places , and not be Fools in Office , Mr. Justice .

Grub.

Right ; and Troth this Grandeur of the Duke's , my Nephew , I cry thy Mercy that I am familiar , methinks should make for us . Hum !

Tob.

How the Fates may order in this poor Thread of Life , as yet I know not ; but I think I was not born to hold a Trencher : Let Time rowl on , I shall see what 't will come to !

Grub.

Well , The first thing I 'll do , I 'll fit my Wife for the Court ; Buy her new Cloaths , and Trinckets .

Tob.

That 's the Way , Sir.

Grub.

I was a dull Countrey Clod , to let my Nephew rise and get the start before me . But I 'll dispatch and put my self in Money .

Phil.

To buy me fine Cloaths , Hubby ! O Gemini ! And must I go to Court then ; And see the fine Houses , and the fine Horses , and the fine Gentlemen that I have dreamt of a thousand times , when you have been talking the Night before , ivads I have , Hubby .

Grub.

Thou shalt see all : It shall go hard but I 'll have Preferment too . I 'll about this Money instantly .

Phil.

Oh Gemini ! I could leap out of my Skin for Joy methinks !

Tob.

You do well , Sir , and now you talk of Money , the former Business , for taking up the five hundred Pounds , must be dispatch'd ; This little Plat in the Countrey lies most fit to do his Grace such serviceable Uses .

Grub.

By no means , Mr. Secretary ; his Grace shall have it of me , 't will be a Courtly Complement , to introduce my self .

Tob.

Why , Troth , I thought so , but would not be too forward .

Grub.

Oh , by all means , Sin , come , come ! pray walk in , Wife , conduct Mr. Secretary into the Buttery ; and desire him to take a Glass of what we have : And d' ye hear , recommend your self handsomely to the great Duke , our Kinsman , and his Dutchess ; and write them word you shall attend 'em suddenly . I 'll go and dispatch these Bills , and follow you . Zooks ! I hardly know where I am .

Tob.

Sir , I shall wait on you .

Grub.

By no means , Sir , 't is much below your Place .

Phil.

Come , sweet Mr. Secrecy , please to walk in , I know not what to get that 's good enough for you , for ivads you have made me a joyful Creature !

Tob.

Keep your Joy till you come to Court , pretty Mistress !

Exeunt . Grub.

And that shall be quickly , i'faith , since there are Dukedoms , and Don-ships , and the Devil and all to be gotten so easily : I 'll trouble my self no more with Sowing and Reaping ; but laugh and lye at Ease , let the Weather change as it will : I know I shall be a Devil of a Courtier the first Year ; But what then , my Wife shall shine for us both .

And toy and treat , whilst I wink at the Matter , But for the rest , odzooks , I 'll watch her Water . Exit .
SCENE I. Cockle-brain's House . Enter Aurelia , Longoville , Bewford and Clermont . Aur.

It must be carried closely with a Care , that no Man speak to him , or come near him without our private Knowledge , and then my good dull , honest , drowsie Husband you shall not hinder me from the Pleasure of Basset : And I will go into the Countrey when I please , and not when you think fit .

Long.

Let him be kept in 's Chamber under Show of State , and Dignity , and no one suffer'd to see his Noble Face , or have Access , but we that are Conspirators .

Bewf.

Or else down with him into the Countrey , amongst his Tenants , where he may live much safer in his Greatness , and play the Fool in Pomp amongst his Fellows .

Aur.

No , he shall play the Fool in the City first : I will not lose the Honour of the Jest , that shall be given my Wit , for all his Land i' th' Country .

Cler.

Alas , poor Duke ! I do but think how he will sweat when he finds at last he is made an Ass on .

Omn.

Ha , ha , ha , ha .

Cler.

In the mean time we 'll keep a Guard about his Person , that no Man come too near him , and our selves always in Company have him into the City to see his Face swell , whilst in divers Corners some of our own appointing shall be ready to cry , Heaven bless your Grace , Long live your Grace .

Aur.

'T will be rare Sport , and shall be as rarely follow'd : I 'll teach him to rail at me for losing Sonicà . To think Beauty , such as mine , was only fit to wither in the Countrey .

Bewf

Poor sordid Earth-worm !

Aur.

I can scarce hold from open Laughter , when I hear him cry , come hither , my sweet Dutchess ; let me kiss thy gracious Lips : for this is still his Phrase . I shall fear nothing but his Legs will break under the mighty Weight of so much Greatness .

Cler.

Hark , hark ! He 's coming : set your Faces right , and bow like Countrey Prologues . Here he comes . Room , Room , before there : The Duke is entring .

Enter Cockle-brain , with Attendants .

The choicest Blessings wait upon the Duke .

Long.

And give him all Content and Happiness .

Bewf.

Let his great Name live to the end of Time.

Cockl.

I thank you all ; and am pleas'd to give you Notice , at a fit Time , I shall consider of you : till when be near me : My dear Dutchess , prithee let thy Grace lend me thy Keys ; there is a Book of Heraldry in thy Closet , I must peruse .

Aur.

Here they are , my Lord.

Long.

He does it to a Hair.

Cler.

Is he not a Duke indeed ? He 's alter'd so , he 's now scarce knowable .

Cockl.

Get Candles there .

Bewf.

Lights , Lights there for the Duke . Ex. Cockl.

Aur.

His very Stile and Air alter'd : Why , here 's the Effect of Grandeur , Gentlemen .

Enter Lyonel . Lyon.

The Duke ! What Duke is this , ha ? Do you know him ?

Aur.

'T is the poor mad Gentleman I told you of ; he runs thus over all the Town , and where he finds a Door open , he enters .

Lyon.

Or is the lucky Favourite made a Duke , He that has married Celia ?

Cler.

What Celia , Sir ?

Lyon.

I know not what I say , Sir : you shall not snap me : this is no Treason : I said only Celia , she was my Love , Sir , in Diebus illis , But now alas !

Cler.

Where is she , Sir ?

Lyon.

Dead ! Dead ! SINGS . In yonder Cowslip lies my Dear , Intomb'd with liquid Gems of Dew ; Each day I 'll water't with a Tear , Its fading Blossom to renew . Alas , poor Soul ! she dy'd of the Heart-burning , in spight of the Benefit of Crabs Eyes or Spaw-water , Sir : you are an Apothecary .

Long.

Alas , poor Wretch !

Lyon.

You have a strange odd kind of an Apocryphal Phiz ; methinks a Face that 's full of hard Words : Zowns , Sir , d' ye come to pose me ? I am a Scholar .

Aur.

He knows it , Sir , and knows Celia too , who greets you kindly , and would not have you be so melancholly .

Lyon.

Thank her ; but 't is too late , tell her ! SINGS . I 'll lay me down and dy within some hollow Tree , The Raven and Cat , the Owl and Bat shall warble out my Elegy . How d' ye like that Dirge now , was it not quaint ?

Enter Cockle-brain , with a Book . Cockl.

I have found the Book of Heraldry .

Lyon.

A Book of Heraldry ! Have you so , Sir ?

Cockl.

How now ! Who 's this ? Yes , Sir , that I have : what then ?

Cler.

Here 's like to be rare Sport !

Aur.

We can't miss it , now the Fool and Madman are met .

Lyon.

What then ? Why then , Sir , I suppose you were sent to dispute with me about King Henry's Title : Come on , Sir : I 'll be cunning enough , I warrant you , Begin , state your Point .

Cockl.

A strange sort of Fellow this ! does any here know him ?

Cler.

I believe your Grace will find him a Male-content , sent by some Enemies that envy your new Greatness , to pump your Loyalty with a fallacious Argument about the King's Title .

Cockl.

Oh , is that the Business ? Well ; I 'll be prepar'd for him , I 'll warrant ye : Come , Sir , sit down ; I 'll clear this Business : Henry of Hereford , Son of Iohn of Gaunt .

Lyon.

Sir , I shall answer nothing , till these Witnesses depart the Room ; you must not think to trap me .

Cockl.

Pray leave us together : I 'll have no Man stay ; no not my Dutchess .

Bewf.

Come , let 's go , and behind the Hangings hear this fine Argument . Exeunt .

They sit . Cockl.

Henry of Hereford , Son of Iohn a Gaunt , Impeach'd of Treason by Thomas Duke of Norfolk , demanded Combat .

Lyon.

Well , Sir , and what then ?

Cockl.

Pray give me leave , Sir : But King Richard the second loving and fearing his great Uncle Lancaster , deferr'd the Fight , and banish'd both the Kingdom .

Lyon.

Sir , give me better Reasons for his Banishment , or yield your self confuted .

Cockl.

What , before we have half done . Pray give me leave , Sir.

Lyon.

Pray , Sir , give me leave : I 'll give you better Reasons , They swell within me , and must have vent .

Cockl.

Will you but hear me , Sir ?

Lyon.

I 'll hear nothing , Sir , till I have fill'd your Belly full of Reasons : I say , King Richard , Sir , forbid the Combat , doubting the Justice of his Kinsman's Cause ; and therefore , Sir.

Cockl.

I know what you infer , Sir.

Lyon.

Sir , you know nothing : for then comes Vortigern the Saxon Monarch , and cuts off the Entail .

Cockl.

Ownds , what Entail ? The Devil 's in this Fellow ; He 's running back to the beginning of the World , if I don't contradict him : why what has Vortigern to do with Richard the second ?

Lyon.

How , Sir , not to do with him ? Did they not combat on the Bank of Humber , and thump each other soundly for the Kingdom , with Batts and Sand-bags ?

Cockl.

No , Sir , that ever I could read .

Lyon.

Why then you are a Traytor , and I arrest you of High Treason , for not knowing History better , and seize you on the behalf of Vortigern .

Cockl.

Pox on Vortigern and you too . Seize me ? alas , poor Fellow ! know'st thou who I am ?

Lyon.

I care not what you are : Come along to Prison , and willingly , or I 'll plume thee as a Hawk does a Partridge .

Cockl.

The Devil is certainly in this Fellow : within there ? who waits ?

Lyon.

Do you rebel ? Thus I claim the Combate . beats Cock.

Cockl.

Help , Help , here . Enter Footmen .

Enter Aurelia , Clermont , Longoville , and Bewford . Aur.

How now ? Alas , what 's the matter here ?

Cockl.

Help , help thy Duke here !

Cler.

Take him off ; forbear his Grace's Person .

Lyon.

A Horse ; a Horse ; my Kingdom for a Horse : What 's here , a Woman , charging at their Army's Head ? then we are betray'd .

I 'll mount to you , blue Coelum , To shun these Female Gypsies ; I 'll play at Bowles with Sun and Moon , And scare ye with Eclipses . Long.

Away , away with him .

Lyon.

How , seiz'd ! then here 's my Ransom : This was my Father's Sword , I 'll call it Vortigern : It lightens when I draw it , and when I strike it thunders !

Bewf.

Away with him , the Man 's mad . How does your Grace ?

Cockl.

Indifferent well ; but I believe he has broke my Head with the Hilt of Vortigern .

Cler.

How did you find his Title , my Lord ?

Cockl.

The Devil take his Title and him too . Dear Dutchess , prithee go get me a Plaister .

Long.

It needs not , my Lord ; 't is nothing but a Contusion , upon my Honour , and nothing so good for it as Air. Will your Grace be pleas'd to see the City ?

Cockl.

It shall be so : prepare there . A Plague o'th is Vortigern ! Aside .

Cler.

Your Grace determines not to see the King.

Cockl.

Not yet : about some ten Days hence I shall be ready .

Long.

Clear the way there : Room for the Duke ! Ex. Cockl.

Cler.

Away , before , Bewford , and raise a Guard sufficient to keep him from the reach of Peoples Tongues , and remember how the Streets must be dispos'd with Cries and Salutations : in the mean time , Madam , you keep your State at home . Exeunt .

Aur.

Ha , ha , ha ; thus far 't is acted rarely : what hereafter I do intend , lies not within your level , my sweet Friends ; nor shall not , till 't is ripe for a Discovery . Enter Page with a Letter .

As I live , from my new Countrey Aunt , I know the Hand : To the great Lady , High and Mighty Dutchess of Dunstable , be these delivered : Ha , ha , ha , Oh for a stronger Lace to keep my Breath in , that I my laugh the nine Days , till the Wonder fall to an Ebb ! What high and mighty Blockheads live in the Countrey !

Reads the Letter .

My good angry Uncle , I find , by the Contents , you want Preferment too , and you shall have it , or my Wit shall fail me .

Enter Celia . Cel.

Madam , I hope you 'll pardon this Intrusion : 't was told me that a poor distracted Gentleman , that owes his great Misfortue to my Folly , was seen to enter here ; Pray is it so ?

Aur.

Such a one , Madam , has been here , indeed , but he is gone : Was he your Husband , Madam ?

Cel.

That he was not my Husband , was the Cause that he is nothing now : curst lawless Force , and impious Cruelty , ravish'd the Blessing from his longing Heart , and cast a Mist before my feeble Eyes , blinded by Wealth and treacherous Dignity , I could not see his Merit , till too late .

Aur.

I hope he 's not past Cure , Madam ?

Cel.

There 's a Physician learn'd in these Extreams , that gives me mighty hopes , if he were taken !

Aur.

I believe , Madam , my Servants can give you some Account of him : if you please I 'll examine them .

Cel.

The Courtesie will be both generous and charitable .

Aur.

Madam , You should command far greater Services than these , if they were in my Power . Exeunt .

SCENE III. The Street . Enter Bewford , and six Gentlemen . Bewf.

Every Man take his Corner , here am I , you , and you in that place , and as he comes by , be sure you salute him with loud Voices , and Faces full of dejected Fear and Humbleness . Away , he 's coming .

Enter Toby . Tob.

Fy ! How these streets are throng'd here with these same rascally People . I am just come to Town , and , as I am a Gentleman , am almost choak'd already , with the very Steam of 'em : They have crowded his Grace almost to Death yonder , they follow him like a Baboon to the Bear-Garden . There is in the World no true Gaper like your Citizen : the Bears shall not pass by his Door in Peace , but that he , and all his Family shall be ready to ride upon the Backs of ' em . Room , before there .

Enter Cockle-brain , Clermont , Longoville , and Servants .

A Pox on you , keep your Places , and then you may see him till your Hearts ake .

1 Gent.

Bless your Grace .

Cockl.

And you , with all my Heart .

2 Gent.

Heaven grant your Grace long Life , and happy Days .

Cockl.

Thank thee , good Friend .

2 Gent.

Perpetual Blessings crown you .

Cockl.

I thank you all . Longoville .

Long.

My Lord !

Cockl.

I 'll make a Speech to ' em . Hem , hem !

Long.

Silence there , his Grace will make a Speech .

Cockl.

Good People ! I shall divide my Speech into three Branches ; First , it has pleas'd the King , my Master , for sundry Virtues in me , not unknown to Him , and the wise State , to lend his Hand , and raise me to this Eminence : My second Branch is to examine how this may seem to other Men , or stir the Minds of such as are my Fellow-Peers against me ; since I desire , and will deserve their Loves , as I do yours , good People . My third and last Branch is upon Amity , for as the Tree �

Cler.

Your Grace had best take care , 't will be inform'd the King , your Greatness with the People .

Cockl.

A Pox on him ! he has hindred me from branching into the finest Metaphor , and I am the worst in the World to get in again when I am once out : My last Branch , I say , dear Friends , is , Hem , hem ! a Plague of this Clermont ! is , I say , � Faith , I know not what it is at present � But if ever you catch me branching it again , in this Fellow's Company � I 'll give you leave to hang me upon the Tree I was speaking of , And so I share my Bowels amongst you all .

1 Gent.

A Noble Duke ! a very Noble Duke ! Exeunt .

SCENE IV. Cockle-brain ' s Hall. Enter Aurelia , and Maria. Aur.

Is my Uncle coming , art sure ?

Mar.

As sure as he expects to be made a Duke too , Madam . Lord , methinks , I long to see his new Countrey Wife , I wonder how the Creature looks .

Aur.

Very prettily , as I have heard : 'T will be Diversion to see how our Court Sparks will ogle her Countrey Dress .

Mar.

Yes , Madam , and paddle in the Palm of her Hand .

Aur.

Hold your tongue , your Gypsie , and go and see what time the Coach comes in : I must set another Springe ready to catch the Buzzard , my Uncle ; I 'll teach him to preach against the Court and my Town Pleasures . Hark! His Grace , the Duke is coming . Away , away to your Business .

Re-enter Duke and Train .

Your Grace is welcome home .

Cockl.

Why , thank your Grace . How fine these Titles sound , Sweet-Heart , I am well and merry , never more able to be thy Bedfellow , my Dearest .

Bewf.

Bless us , what a hot Meat this Greatness is !

Long.

It may well be , for he has not got a snap these two Months , to my Knowledge , or is she damn'd for swearing it .

Cockl.

I thank you , Gentlemen , for your Attendance , and your great Pains , pray know my Lodgings better and oftner : do so Gentlemen : now by my Honour , as I am a Prince , I will consider your Deservings . Toby .

Bew.

Where 's Mr Secretary , there ? Some body call him .

Enter Toby . Cler.

Mr. Secretary !

Tob.

Who calls ?

Long.

His Grace wants you , Mr. Secretary .

Cockl.

Toby .

Tob.

My Lord.

Cockl.

Be ready for the Countrey once more , Toby : And let my Tenants know the King 's great Love ; say I would see 'em ; But the weight of State lies heavy on my Shoulders , and therefore tell 'em , I expect their Attendance . Go , take up Post-Horses , and make haste .

Tob.

I begin to find this under-hand Dignity a little troublesome , and care not much for jumbling my Honour thus a Horseback . Well , for this once I 'll be a Servant ; but when I come back , I 'll try if I can set up for a Duke , as well as others .

Exit Toby . Aur.

My gracious Husband , you must now prepare in all your Pomp , to entertain your Uncle , who is a Convert now . And with his Wife intends to be here to night .

Cockl.

Alas , poor Countrey things , how they will blush to see my Grandeur ! But I will be pitiful , Gentlemen , pray be ready , I do intend to morrow early , To shew before my Uncle's wondring Face , The Greatness of my Pomp , and of my Place .

Cler.

We 'll all be ready . Away , Boys , till to morrow .

Bewf.

This Countrey Uncle must needs prove a rare new Scene of Diversion .

Long.

Most certainly , in the mean , let 's to Pontack's to Supper . Exeunt Omnes .

ACT IV. SCENE , St. Iames's Park . Enter Grub. Phillida and Roger. Grub.

ARE all things carry'd to the Taylor ! Roger ?

Rog.

All , All , an 't shall please you : che were with ' en by break of Day , along while avore yow were out of your Neast , an 't shall please you .

Grub.

That 's well ; we must know of the Duke my Cosin , Wife , what Fashion his Grace will please to have us in ? For my own part , I have an old fashion'd Velvet pair of Breeches , that when I have made a new Suit and Cloak of 'em , will steal into the Presence well enough .

Rog.

And does your Worship intend to leave Plowden Hicket , and your House in the Country for good and all , an 't shall please you ?

Grub.

As his Mighty Grace , my Nephew thinks fit : 'T is as preferment comes , Roger !

Rog.

Gads bread ; and thick vine Gown will make Mistress look like a Countess too , an 't shall please you .

Grub.

Ay , ay , before the Duke and the Court have done with her , I hope to see her look like a Dutchess , Roger. Come , Wife ; What are you staring at ?

Phill.

Oh Iemmini ! Hubby � I never saw so curious a place in my life : The Trumpets and the Drums make so pure a noise , methinks I am almost substracted with it : And look , look , Hubby what are these Birds that fly over our Heads ?

Grub.

Ducks , Ducks , Fool.

Phil.

Good me ! and why do they fly about so ? And , pray Hubby , tell me who 's that naked Black Man , that holds a thing in his hand so .

Grub.

O Lord ! a naked Black Man with a thing in his hand , was there ever such a Fool ? why , that is a Statue ! a Gladiator , a thing set up for Ornament ; or to scare the Rooks here about the Court � A Pox I can't tell what it 's for ? Come prithee , Come along .

Phill.

Nay , pray Hubby ; let me know all the fine things . And what are those that lye there by the Water side , Hubby .

Grub.

Geese , Geese , you Fool ! odszooks ! those ! no , those are Gentlemen of the Guard that lye a Sunning : s'bud She 'll tire me with questions ! if I stay longer � Come , come prithee , come away � Roger ! a word .

Enter Footman Singing . Foot.

Lol-throl-lol � How now ! what pretty Country thing is this , that stares at me ? I 'le speak to her : Your Servant , pretty Mistress , whither are you a going ?

Phill.

Oh Gemini ! what a pure sweet fine young Gentleman is here ? Indeed Sir , I don't know ! but I think I am going home with my Hubby !

Foot.

Her Hubby � what a pox is that , her Hobby-horse ?

Grub.

You 're mistaken here , Friend , She 's meat for your Master � hum hum � Grub. pulls her away .

Foot.

Why then , Friend , I would my Master had her ; and so your Servant � Exit .

Phill.

Oh law ! Do you know him then ! prithee dear Hubby , who is it ?

Grub.

Odzooks ! a lowzy Footman , that I would not have had his Grace seen you talk with for 1000 l.

Rog.

What , a Footman , with thick vine Silver lac'd Coat on 's back , as sure as c ham here , I should have taken him to be a Knight of the Shire at least , if chad seen him come riding through Plowden .

Grub.

Oh thou art come to a new World , Roger , the Lords and the Lacquies are all brave alike here !

Rog.

Would I were at home agen for my part , and sitting by the fire with old Ioan � I 'de ne're come here to seek for parferment , not I ; odsooks ! the Cries of the Street , and the ratling of the Coaches have almost maz'd me : besides , chant slep a wink since che come to Town .

Grub.

Hold your Tongue , ye Clodpole : Don't you see what preferment your Country-man Toby is come to ? And if I can get to be a Duke , as if my Wife manages well , I intend to be , who knows , but thou mayst come to be Secretary as well as he Buffle ?

Rog.

Should not a Secretary Write and Read , an 't shall please you ?

Grub.

'T is all one ; some do , and some do not , if he has but a Clark that can , 't is no matter whether he can Write and Read , or no ? But come , by this time his Grace is rising : le ts go and give our attendance . Nay , prithee come away ; What-a-devil art thou staring at ? � Exeunt .

Enter Lyonel meeting Toby . Tob.

Save you , Sir.

Lyon.

Save the King � Sir

Tob.

Pray Sir , which is the nearest way ?

Lyon.

Save the King , I say , Sir , this is the nearest way .

Tob.

The nearest way , I mean to the Post house , Sir.

Lyon.

Gad save the King and his Post horse , Sir.

Tob.

Pray , Sir , direct me to the House

Lyon

Here must be no directions ; you cannot catch me , Sir.

Tob.

I don't understand you , Sir.

Lyon.

Read Hugo Grotius then . I say you can't catch me , Sir.

Tob.

Not catch you , Sir ?

Lyon.

No Sir , nor can the King with all his cunning Stratagems and Plots , although he put his Nobles in disguise , never so oft , to sift into my words by course of Law lay hold upon my Life .

Tob.

This must be some business that the Duke my Master is by the King employ'd in , and he thinks that I , as being Secretary , am acquainted with it � hum hum .

Lyon.

I shall not need to rip the Cause up to you , nor need you tell me the place you hold i' th State � I know your Name is Phizgigg .

Tob.

Phisgigg , Sir !

Lyon.

Ay � by the Mothers side you come from the Right Honourable the Bominellies ; you give for your Coat Argent , a Polcat Mountant Azure , a Bar direct between Culters pendant Sables : You are , Sir , sprung of a great Family .

Tob.

An ingenuous Fellow , this , I warrant him : s'bud , he knows more of me than I ever knew of myself .

Lyon.

Besides , you have a scar upon the top of your Nose , which denotes Dignity , a Semicircle upon your Crown , and a double fold upon your right Ear : your Great Unkle was a Bassaw .

Tweaks him by the Nose , and Cuffs him . Tob.

A Bassaw , s'heart , this fellow will make a Great Turk of me presently � I have lately come to some preferment indeed , Sir.

Lyon.

'T is nothing , you shall have more , and greater : Let me see � You shall be before Christmas next �

Tob.

A Duke , Sir.

Lyon.

A Duke at least .

Tob.

Odsheart ! I thought so always ! I know I was not born to hold a Trencher : this is a most admirable Man !

Lyon.

But there is one ill Planet that hangs o're you .

Tob.

An ill one ! a lack-a-day � What is it . Sir ?

Lyon.

Saturn ! Saturn ! you will within this hour be taken up for High Treason !

Tob.

Bless me ! for High Treason !

Lyon.

Has no one seen you talk with me , think you ?

Tob.

Yes , a great many , Sir.

Lyon.

There 't is , there 's your undoing : I am pursu'd by the whole State ! Continual Treasons laid to my Charge , and all that talk with me fall into the same predicament . I cannot help weeping , to think you should fall , into such danger for my sake !

Tob.

S'heart ! would you had been hanged e're I had fallen into the predicament , as you call it . weeps .

Lyon.

You will be apprehended within this half hour , you are beset already � ' oh � weeps .

Tob.

I 'le whip out of Town .

Lyon.

Oh � then your Head 's whipt off the next minute , if you but offer at that . Oh �

Tob.

Why the Devil did you stop me , could you not be contented to be hang'd by your self like a good Christian. But on my Conscience , this comes of my Ambition , my plotting to be a Duke before my time .

Lyon.

Oh , oh , oh ! Both howl out .

Tob.

But , good Sir , is there no remedy ?

Lyon.

Yes , yes � Fate does allow a remedy ; but then you must take a Manly resolution , and suffer your self to be hang'd little , to appease the Fates .

Tob.

Oh a little ! pray how little will serve , Sir ! for you know there 's no jesting with those things .

Lyon.

Why , two or three hours hanging will do it , I am sure ; and if you can endure that bravely , you will certainly live to be a Great Man.

Tob.

Oh Lord ; 'T is impossible : I know my Constitution so well , Sir , that I shall be choak'd in half the time : But if punishment for a High Misdemeanor , instead of High Treason would serve turn , I would be burnt in the Hand with all my heart ; if that would appease the Fates .

Lyon.

'T was generously said ; and 't is pity such Honor e're should be a prey to Fortune : Take Courage , Friend , I will preserve thy life with hazard of my own .

Tob.

A Blessing on your Heart .

Lyon.

This night thou shalt be lock'd within my Doors , and in the Morning I 'le so provide , that in disguise you shall have free access to the Sea-side , and then , e're any know it , be Shipp'd away for Bantam .

Tob.

For Bantam ! Gadsooks ! that 's a devilish way : What shall I do when I am there ? Oh Fortune , Fortune ! but come , any thing 's better than hanging by the Neck two or three hours , in hopes to be a Great Man after it .

Lyon.

Follow me softly then , and no more Thoughts of Honor , d' ye hear : lest the Fates frown , and contradict our purposes .

Tob.

Ah no , no , Sir , my Pride is fallen low enough by this time . This comes of my Ambition , Rogue , Pimp , Scoundril as I was � I must be a Duke in the Devils name � Oh , I deserve to be hang'd , that 's the Truth on 't �

Exeunt .

Lyonel , Toby go above .

Enter Celia and Doctor . Cel.

This is his House , and here I saw him enter ; his better Angel has directed him to leave the wandring streets � poor , Gentleman , would I were able , with as free a Heart , to set his Soul right , as I am to grieve the ruine of his Sense , which Heaven forgive me !

Doct.

If you could win him but to take my Medicine , and get some Rest , my Life upon the Operation .

Cel.

I 'le call to him : Sir , if you are within , pray speak to me .

( Toby above , Lyon above . )

Yes Sir , I am within , and will be .

Tob.

Oh , oh � Who is 't , Good Sir , Who is 't ?

Lyon.

The Captain of the Guards : take heed you are not seen : there the Disguise lies ; on with it immediately , 't was what I had provided for myself � but you shall be serv'd first now , Friend .

Doct.

Sir � here 's a friend of yours would speak with you

Lyon.

A Friend ! no Sir , you must pardon me � I am acquainted with no such � I see you are a Switzer by your Habit.

Doct.

Alas ! poor Gentleman !

Tob.

A Switzer ! Oh Lord , what will become of me ?

Cel.

Sir , I am a Messenger from her �ou love : nay , and from her that loves you more than Life , more than fresh springing Flowers the indulgent Sun ; or pretty Birds enfriar'd their liberty : and can you be so cruel not to hear me ?

Lyon.

Let it suffice that you hear me , and hear me loudly , once more , God Save the King. Come Friend , are you ready � the Troops are all drawn off , the Coast is clear now , only the Captain and the Switzer .

Tob.

And what 's to be done with 'em , Good Sir ?

Lyon.

We 'l scow'r 'em , Boy , we 'l scow'r 'em : you shall bring up the rear . I 'le Charge i' th' Van ! nay , prithee , why dost thou shake so ?

Tob.

Alas ! Sir � 'T is impossible for me to Charge , I am turn'd Woman now ! Toby comes down .

Lyon.

Why then I 'le do 't myself : This bloody Sword through millions of our Foes shall be thy Guard , and let thee safe aboard .

Doct.

Come , Madam , let us be gone : This is no time to stay to tempt his Fury : we 'l take a fitter season .

Cel.

Heaven send it . �

Enter Toby in Womans Apparrel . Tob.

They are gone sure ! I can see no body . Oh how I shake ! would I were safe under hatches once , that I might be out of my fears � Farewel � the Court now ; Instead of being a Duke , or at least a Baron , I am going the Devil knows where , to Bantam ? And farewel , my dear Lord too � I shall never see thy Glorious Face agen � Oh , oh �

Enter Lyonel . Lyon.

How now ! Who 's here , another Undertaker ? Another Plot upon me ?

Tob.

'T is I , Sir , 't is I.

Lyon.

I. Why who are you ?

Tob.

Your Friend , Sir � whom you are sending to Bantam ?

Lyon.

Bantam ; and my Friend : here 's a sly trick now , they know I have no Woman Friend but one , who is too closely kept from me , to be here : pray , come hither and let me look on you .

Tob.

Why Sir , 'T is I.

Lyon.

You should not be a Woman by your stature !

Tob.

I am none , Sir � I am none .

Lyon. I know it then , keep off : Strange Men and Times ! How am I still preserv'd ? Here they have sent a Yeoman of the Guard , Disguis'd in Womans Cloaths , to work upon me , To make Love to me , to trap my Words , And to ensnare my Life , keep off , I say . Tob.

Oh do not leave me , I beseech you , Sir , for I shall ne'r be able to find the way to Bantam , without you .

Lyon.

Ha � are not these my Cloaths ?

Tob.

Yes , Sir , you lent 'em me to make escape in .

Lyon.

Here 's an impudent Rogue : First rob me , and then talks of making his escape � Come , strip , sirra � I 'le make an example of you .

Tob.

Oh Lord , strip , Sir ?

Lyon.

Ay , ay , all off Rogue , and presently , or I will pound thee into Mortar . Strips Toby .

Tob.

Oh dear Toby . What will become of thee ?

Lyon.

The Drawers too , Rogue ; the Drawers .

Tob.

The Drawers � Why Sir , I shall be naked , for I 've but a half Shirt on .

Lyon.

Sirra � If you have but a half Breech on , I 'le see what you have !

Tob.

Oh the Devil 's in this Fellow . I must run for 't , he 'l flea me else . Starts from him , and runs out .

Lyon.

Hah , fled � Why then , like conquering Tamberlain , I carry off the spoils � Victoria , Victoria .

Enter Grub. Phillida , and Roger , in tawdry new Cloaths . Call Longo , Bewford . Grub.

Wife � be sure you hold up your Head now ; and primm it as you did one Sanday at Church in the Country , when you put the Parson out of his Sermon , with staring at you � and let the Courtiers see you understand your self ! do you hear ?

Phill.

I warrant you , Hubby , let me alone for primming out .

Rog.

This is a woundy gallant place , an 't like your Worship . There 's ne're a Chamber che ha gone through , but is as big as our Town-Hall at Plowden , an 't shall please you .

Grub.

Peace ! peace , the Door opens , and two Gentlemen are coming this way : Wife , look to your Enter Longovil and Bewford . self . Roger , be mannerly . I 'le speak to ' em . Save you , Gentlemen ! belong you , I beseech you , to his Mighty Grace the Duke ?

Long.

We do , Sir , and are your Servants . S'life ! What pretty Country Creature 's that ?

Bewf.

If there be any thing that we can serve you in , to his Grace , Sir , be pleas'd to Command us .

Grub.

Gentlemen both � I thank you , Roger , your Hat , under your Arm � Sirra ! when did you hear such words before . Wife � hush � Answer nothing : let me alone with ' em . Pray Gentlemen ; is it sit so mean a person as myself should desire the favour , as that you would be pleas'd to help me to the Speech of the Great Duke your Master �

Longo .

Sir , we shall be proud to serve you . Pox on him , what a Tone the Rogue has ?

Bewf.

Be pleas'd , Sir , to discuss your Business , and your Name , And we will presently inform him of ye .

Phill.

O Iemini , Roger ! I never heard such fine talk in my life ; why , our Minister at home is nothing to ' em .

Rog.

Ah , thick Gentlemen would make a fool of him , quick alack , they are too vine to have much Religion in ' em .

Phill.

Well , well , Roger , I hope to be too fine myself too shortly .

Grub.

Leave your chattering , and be hang'd , and don 't discover your Country breeding , ye silly Baggage � aside . Gentlemen both � my Name is Grub.

Longo .

Grub. I cry you mercy , Sir , you are his Graces Kinsman , if I mistake not .

Grub.

Troth Gentlemen , I think there may be a quart or two of his Graces . Blood in me � if I may be so bold .

Bewf.

Sir , no doubt , but you have a gallon of it in you , and we must all be yours , his Graces Kinsman . And we so much forgetful , 't was a rudeness , we must beg pardon for , and beg the favour to welcome you to Town . kess Grub.

Grub.

Your servant , Sir , they flabber confoundedly , thô .

Rog.

Oh Lord , what do thick Men mean by Bussing my Master ?

Bewf.

Next Madam , to you we humbly address our selves ! A Cherubim , by this Light. aside . They kiss Phillida .

Grub.

This kissing is the worst Fashion in the Court ; would they would leave it off � Come hither , Wife � whisper .

Longo .

'T is He ! this is the Unkle ; I find it now ; dost hear Bewf. He must be preferr'd too ?

Bewf.

And so he shall , if all the Art we have can make him noble . I 'l dubb him with a Cuckoldom � if his Wife will but join issue .

Longo .

Soft and fair , Sir , we must draw lots about that business .

Grub.

Throw away that Pole , and be hang'd ! What a devil dost think we are come to play a Hit at Quarter-staff ! we stand upon our preferment ; therefore take care of your Behaviour , Booby .

Longo .

Wilt please you , Sir , to walk a turn or two here in th' Anti-chamber , whilst to his Grace we make your coming known .

Grub.

I thank you , Sir , � I shall attend his pleasure . Now , Roger , what think'st thou : Is not this rare � ha !

Ex. Long and Bewf. Rog.

The Gentlevolkes are huge loving , an 't like your Worship , Godsdiggers , I was afraid they would have Buss'd me too .

Phill.

Oh dear Hubby � le ts never go into the Country agen ; Foh � methinks . Plowden is such a stinking dunghil to this sweet place !

Grub.

Odsooks � the door opens now , now hold up your Head , and Primm , be sure .

SCENE , Discovers Cockle-brain seated with Aurelia , Maria , Longovile , Clerimont , Bewford , Servants . They place Grub and his Wife in a Chair . Phill.

Oh Iemmini ! Is that he , Hubbi ?

Grub.

Ay � Godsooks is it : make a low Curtsy , quickly ye Jade . Most Gracious Duke � my � poor Bowing . Spowse , and my Self , do kiss your mighty Boot , and next to that , the great Hand of your Dutchess ; ever wishing you Fame and Honor springing as your years !

Cockle .

Unkle , you are welcome !

Clerm .

Pithy and short .

Longo .

And stately too , I 'le assure you .

Bewf.

Look , look � the old Gib-Cat is got down on 's Knees .

Grub.

Oh! High and mighty Duke . Your Graces Vassal , far unworthy the nearness of your Blood � Wife ! down on your Mari-bones . She kneels .

Clerm .

I swear , the prettiest Wench � that e're I saw .

Bewf.

Oh! is she so , Sir ? � Come , come , here are the Lots !

Longo .

Now , Fortune � They Draw.

Bewf.

Mine by Heav'n ! and you are to assist me !

Clerm .

We are so ! a pox � take you .

Cockl.

Unkle , you must rise : so must your Lady � the charge of whom I give to my own dearest here .

Aur.

Oh! how you Coxcombs shrugg , and Ogle this new Face already � 'T is well my fine Fops , I shall have an hour for you too ! Aside .

Grub.

Now Phill. now Phill. � now or never little Phill.

Cock.

Well Unkle � are you convinc'd yet of your old Error ?

Grub.

Oh Gracious Duke � I was a very Rascal � a Country Rogue ! I do beseech your Grace , out of your mighty Bounty , to lift up your Noble Foot � and give me half a score good kicks ! Kick me ! my good Lord , I beseech you , do it .

Cockle .

No Unkle , not so neither : I remember you a little Familiar with me indeed !

Grub.

Ah! Zoons I was bewitcht , my Lord , merely bewitcht , I call'd your Mighty Grace Son of a Whore : for which , besides my begging pardon on my knees , I was the Son of a Whore myself for my pains , my Lord.

Cockl.

Well , well , 'T is all forgotten , I know it was your zeal , and therefore blot it from my memory ; have you , according to my Orders , resolved your self for Court , and utterly renounced the slavish Country , with all its Dirt and Care.

Grub.

I have , so please you .

Cockl.

Have you dismist too your Garlick Eating-houshold , your Hobnail'd Lubbers , with their crook'd horn'd Noses , and dry chopt Hands .

Grub.

All , all , my Lord : All but my Man Roger there !

Cockl.

You mean that Booby yonder � foh � how he looks ! put him in Livery , or let me see him no more ; away with him : I hate a fellow in Grey , like a Badger !

Rog.

Oh Lord ! What am I to be hang'd now ?

They hurry him out . Cockl.

And have you sold your hangings of Nebuchadnezzar , and the Prodigal , with the antient History of Baalam's Ass , piec'd out with the Wisdom of Solomon , and the Two Harlots .

Grub.

All taken down , my Lord , and ready for a Chapman .

Cockl.

'T is well , for now your Mind must quite be alter'd , as your Condition shall be : One word more in private I must impart to you � your Ear a little .

Grub.

In troth , my Lord , I am unworthy .

Cockl.

No more words : Come hither when I bid you : whisper .

Aur.

As I was telling you first , your Husband must learn Basset , and must be no more your Master .

Phill.

No forsooth : I warrant you I 'le order him .

Aurel.

Change that forsooth for Madam , when you talk .

Phill.

Yes Madam ! Oh Iemini ! this is rare , I vow .

Aur.

Nor must you Eat with him , nor keep him company ! If you would make him great ; you see this Duke here ,

Phill.

Yes forsooth , � Madam � I mean

Aur.

He was an Ass when he came first to Town , an arrant Ass : Nay , I may truly call him just such another Coxcomb as your Husband � Till I push'd on his Fortune . No more words now : Come to me to Morrow � I 'le put you in a way �

Phill.

Yes , Madam , well , Iv'ads I 'm sure I shall be a Dutchess too , methinks I 'm too proud for a Country Gentlewoman already � aside .

Cockl.

Think on my words , and so farewel for this time : Gentlemen , conduct my Unkle to his Lodging .

Exit Cockl. and Aur. Grub.

I am your Graces Slave , your Vassal ! My Lord � Ah Gadsooks I am made for ever .

Clerm .

Oh! for a private place to ease my Lungs � I am ready to burst ! such a pair of Jades � were never ridden sure .

aside to Bewf. Bewf.

Take him aside � Good Ned , whilst I break in upon the body of his strength , his Wife .

Clerm .

Advance then , and be hang'd , why don't you board her ?

Longo .

Ply her to windward , ye Rogue ! she rides fairly .

Clerm .

Faith , Sir , you have taken the most compendious way , to raise your self ; if his Grace stand your friend , you must be a great man ! to Grub.

Grub.

Why , troth he puts me in great hopes , Gentlemen !

Longo .

What do you think now , Sir , as first step to your preferment , if you could get to be Dew-beater !

Grub.

A Dew-beater ; what a Devil 's that ?

Longo .

Why , your Office is to walk before the King a Mornings , and beat the Dew off : I see you have a good large flat Foot for the business .

Grub.

Yes , yes , my Foot would do well enough , you need no doubt : But what 's that Gentleman doing with my Wife yonder !

Clerm .

Oh , what 's matter what they are doing , or Sir , if you love your ease � suppose you should put in for Gentleman of the Charcole .

Grub.

Gentleman of the Charcoal .

Longo .

Ay ay � To see good Fires made in all the Rooms about the Court , and disperse News to all the Courtiers that come to warm ' em . This place brings in a mint of Mony , if you can persuade 'em but to pay well .

Grub.

Ods-heart ! I persuade a Courtier to pay well ! that were a work indeed � Put pray Gentlemen , by your leave , A little � I don't love to see my Wife hugg'd thus !

Clerm .

Not love to see your Wife hugg'd ? have a care what you say , Sir , I would not have the Gentleman hear you for a thousand pound .

Grub.

What a Devil care I what he hears : pray , let me go Gentlemen !

Clerm .

Not for the World , Sir , s'life do you know what you do ?

Grub.

Why , what 's the matter ?

Long.

The matter ! He 's one of the greatest Favourites at Court , And one that can do any thing with the King ; I swear you are a lost Man if you stir .

Clerm .

If you have a mind to Rise , Sir , never mind ' em .

Grub.

Zoons , Sir , � They are kissing !

Clerm .

Let 'em kiss , and much good do their hearts , if your Wife can but niggle him right , Sir � you are a made Man , I can tell you that .

Grub.

But Sir , to kiss her , and in that rumpant manner !

Longo .

Ay , ay , any manner , Sir : they must kiss , and double kiss : and kiss agen : or you may kiss the Post for your preferment .

Grub.

I know not � but look , look : he 's at it again !

Longo .

Agen and agen too : and the more happy Man you : would he would kiss me as much , or my Sister , or any of our Family .

Phil.

Good b'we , Hubby , good b'we , Hubby �

Ex. Bewf. & Phill. Grub.

Zooks , Sir , but this is unconscionable , do but see , he has taken her into a private room .

Clerm .

Has he ! why then your business will be done , Sir ?

Grub.

Her Business will be done , you mean , Sir.

Clerm .

You 'l be the happiest Man by this days work , except the Duke your Cosin , of any in the Court ; For my part I envy you , and will Marry certainly , and not let every Man out-run me thus ; 't is time to be my own Friend now : I live in Court here , and teach the readiest way to prefer others , and be a slave myself .

Grub.

Nay , good Sir � be not mov'd � I thank you heartily for your Instructions , but �

Clerm .

But , no more but � but come away .

Grub.

I should be glad , methinks , to have my Wife with me .

Longo .

Yet agen , your Wife ! will you ruine all ? Go , go ! begone ! and take no notice where you left her : let her return at leisure . If She stay a Month 't will be the better � I tell you once more , that Gentleman can make ye �

Grub.

A Cuckold it may be .

Long.

What he pleases , Sir !

Grub.

Well � I will go ! and dost hear Phill , don't forget Hubby a Duke , Phill. a Duke ! be sure to remember Hubby ! Gentlemen , your most Humble Servant � I 'le leave 'em together for a time ; since 't is the Court-way � Gentlemen � your most Humble .

Exit Grub. Longo .

Ha ha ha . To me the gulling of this Fool is Venery .

Clerm .

Thus Country-Fops , that of Court-Grandeur heard , Post up to Town ; and thus they are preferr'd . Exeunt .

The End of the Fourth Act.
ACT V. Enter Cocklebrain .

T Is somwhat strange ; that I have had no Letters , nor no Accompt of my Affairs in the Country , since I sent Toby down among my Tenants : I did expect the very Bells of Dunstable , giving the sound to the near neighb'ring Steeples , would lead the joyful Tidings , like a Train of Gunpowder , from thence to London ; But I hear nothing : Fame has lost her Trumpet , and the loud voice of my young flourishing Glory is mute as a hoarse Clerk setting a Psalm . A noise within .

Enter Servant . Ser.

Sirrah , keep back � here 's no place , for such Vermin : This is no Barn for Beggars .

Enter Toby in a Blanket , forcing the Servant forward . Tob.

Beggars ! here 's a Rogue now ! to rank a Great Dukes Secretary , because he appears a little in disguise , amongst Beggars .

Serv.

Ye sawcy Rascal , you will come on ! nay then , I 'le try my strength � Goes to force him

Cock.

How now , what 's the matter there ?

Tob.

My Lord , my Lord , the Duke ! do you know me : 'T is I my Lord � 't is I.

Cock.

What! Toby !

Tob.

Ay! ay! Faith old Toby of the World , that has such things to discover ! such a Catastrophe to tell you : Hark you , Squire of the Curry-comb � To the Servant . You may go to your Stable , and make Love to your Coach-Mares ! What a pox , because a Gentleman returns home a little in Disabillum ! you cannot know him agen , you Rascal , can you ; go rub rub ; avant Oat-stealer . Turn out .

Serv.

What , Mr. Toby ? this is wonderful .

Cock.

Sure thou hast design'd some Farce to entertain me ! What is the meaning of all this ! What Catastrophe hast thou to tell me ?

Tob.

Oh! a damn'd Catastrophe : as I was saying , a Devilish Plot � Will your Grace be pleas'd to call for a clean Shirt : Gad ! it will make you sweat through your Cloaths in a moment .

Cock.

What are all my Tenants run away in the Country ? What a Devil can this be ?

Tob.

Nay , that the Fates can tell , not I : I have been no nearer the Country than I am now : Ah , your Grace little thinks , how dang'rous 't is to be an Officer in Trust ! why , since I saw you , I have been ! �

Cock

In a Bawdy-house ; I believe : Ay , ay ; it must be so : And there stript : this sly Rogue has been in a Bawdy-house .

Tob.

A Bawdy-house at Bantam , my Lord � Too hot a Country for Whoring , I thank you .

Cock.

Bantam !

Tob.

E'en so : I was within a stones throw of it , for above two hours , I am sure : Does not your Grace begin to sweat yet ?

Cock.

To hear you lye , Rascal .

Tob.

Nay � if you doubt this � What will you do when you hear that I have been hang'd , drawn , and quarter'd for High Treason , since I saw ye .

Cock.

Away � Coxcomb � Thou art drunk sure .

Tob.

Drunk , it is with the Cup of Sorrow then , nothing but my Tears have moisten'd me . Since I saw you last , � I am as dry as a Bakers Bavin , and fit for nothing � but to be thrown in with them to heat an Oven : for since I left your Graces House .

Cockl.

My House � what House is that , hah ?

Tob.

Why , this House , your Graces House here !

Cockl.

This House � why you Son of a Hedg Hog : has it no name , has my House no name ! no Title , Sirra � Dunstable-House , ye Ass. Must a Man be always telling you these things ?

Tob.

I beg your Graces pardon � And as I was saying , my Lord � just as I had left Dunstable-House , there comes up to me a Devil of a Fellow , Friend , says he � and stares me in the Face � You are the Man beset � Come instantly with me , and be shipt away for Bantam , or you 'l be instantly apprehended , and hang'd for High Treason .

Cock.

A Devil of a Fellow indeed : it must be some mad Man , sure .

Tob.

Mad man ! no � he was a Polititian I am sure , for he was mightily given to Musick , and Sung one profound Ballad , that to my knowledge , was made of on old � Proclamation .

Cockl.

This must be some Spy from some foreign Enemy ; coud'st not thou have train'd him to Dunstable-House , that I might have examin'd him .

Tob.

No more than I could carry Dunstable-House upon my Back to Dunginess � Oh he had a plaguy pate of his own , and was , I am sure , a great Courtier , for he was in 20 several Minds in the space of a minute . First , he was for cloathing me in a disguise to escape , within a minute after � Wheigh � with a Powder le pimp , He fleas me , as a Cook does an Eel ; after which I ran away , and not being able to get into Dunstable-House by mere chance � my shoul Joy , ish borrow'd thish Irish Cloak here of an honest Clanbriggian of my acquaintance ; and lay all night perdue in thy little worshipful place , call'd Dunstable Privy-house indeed .

Cock.

There must be more in this , than at present I see , which at better leisure I will fist into : In the mean time , get ye in and uncase ; You are a fine Secretary indeed �

Tob.

The Truth on 't is at present , I look more like a Sow-gelder than a Secretary ; the Learned observe , Men of Merits often taste the greatest misfortunes � Well Sir , I 'll go and uncase , as your Grace Commands � little does he think that the Man in the Rugg here has his Fortune told to be as great as himself shortly . But Mum , Toby � There 's some comfort still , however . Aside .

Exit Toby . Cockl.

Now I have consider'd o' nt , Since Toby's intended Journy is so crost , My State and Grandeur will much more be shewn Appearing in my person in the Country ; My Tenants needs must be much better satisfy'd , with seeing me , than hearing of my Greatness : It shall be so ; I 'le down to 'em this Morning . Who waits there ?

Enter Maria. Mar.

My Lord !

Cock.

Go tell your Ladies Grace ; that She must rise , I have instant business with her .

Mar.

Would your Grace have her rise to do your Business ?

Cock.

Yes that I would , Minx ! here 's a young Pert Quean already .

Mar.

My Lord , 't is cold , and she may catch an Ague !

Cockl.

Why then I 'le Trot her till she catch a Feaver to 't , How now , dare you dispute ?

Mar.

I am gone , my Lord � on my life he 's mad agen .

Exit Mar. Cockl.

There is no way to grow popular like Courtesie , A gracious Nod , a wink , or such a trifle will gain the People Love and Approbation , more than a thousand Messages , or How-de'es .

Enter Aurelia .

� Oh! are you come , Wife ?

Aur.

What , is the House on Fire , or has your Grace A fit of the Vertigo � that I am rowz'd thus ?

Cockl.

Oh neither ! neither !

Aur.

What then , in the name of Wonder ?

Cockl.

Why , I am resolv'd , on good Consideration This day to see the Country , and 't is proper That we set forward early .

Aur.

The Country � for Heavens sake , my Lord , What is 't you mean ? Have you forgot the King's Request ?

Cockl.

Prithee ! I 'le but shew myself : I 'le only air my Titles there amongst 'em ; and so return , which , by your leave , good Wife , will be for the King's Honor.

Aur.

Well , you may leave me here , you know I am breeding .

Cockl.

Oh! Air will do you good .

Aur.

Besides , I dare not forfeit my Allegiance . Your Grace may do your pleasure .

Cockl.

Your Allegiance ! That is , your Duty to obey your Husband : Go , go , I say : and bid your Maids pack up your things .

Aur.

Nay , pray my Lord be rul'd : you know the Coronet that now adorns your Head , descended by my management .

Cockl.

Yes , yes : and the other Ornaments that branch there , were all of your contriving : what then ? go and dispatch , I say .

Aur.

The King will surely hear on 't ; and Heaven knows What the result may be ?

Cockl.

Well , well ; I 'le venture that : pray spare your Politicks , and do as you 're Commanded .

Aur.

Pray hear me , Sir !

Cockl.

Yet agen , Impertinence ! where got you this presumption ? Am I the Duke , or you ?

Aur.

Well , Sir , thô you are Duke , 't was I that Dubb'd you .

Cockl.

Dubb'd me ; nay , the truth is , you did Dubb me I believe ; but no more of that now : obey my Will , or �

Call Maria. Aur.

Will no Reason � take place ?

Cockl.

A Womans Reason ! that 's good i'faith � prithee away , go , go , good crooked Rib , and do not provoke me . I know what thou would'st say ; the King will take it ill : Alas ! thou dost not know , my main design is for his Glory , by this Expedition , which I 'le recount to him at my return , and what I 've done for his security , by diving into the Humors of the People : But these are Riddles to thee , Child � Begone , I say , and within an hour let your Duty wait i' th' Hall , with your Riding-dress on , do you hear ?

Aur.

Sir , you 'l be undone !

Cockl.

A Dunce , shall I not be ?

Aur.

Yes � by my Faith.

Cockl.

Oh! nay , if you grow Malepert : I must take other measures : Hear me once more ; if all things are not ready in that time , I 'le have thee carry'd like an Essex Calf , ty'd Neck and Heels , stuffed in a pair of Panniers : and I my self will drive thee on before me � you shall know who I am ? Ex. Cockl.

Aur.

I do too well , for a dull stubborn blockhead , and know not how to mend thee ; s'life , if this Humor hold , I am half undone , for I am engag'd this Afternoon to meet the Widow Tireman , pretty Mrs. Primm , and three or four of the Beaux Esprits , at my Lady Wagbums this Afternoon , with design to play Crimp , and break the Bank , the Pareli , and Sept et-l�va , being made by those we have the design upon , for we have agreed what Cards shall win , and Mr. Shufflewell is so adroit in managing , that 't is impossible we should miscarry , and now in the instant , is this Beast for hurrying me into the Country , but I 'le have another trick to divert that Instantly � He shall stay in spite of him . Maria !

Enter Maria. Mar.

Madam !

Aur.

Quick , quick ; thou dost not dream , what Eggs are hatching ; this Beast is for the Country agen ; and all my dear Delights and Joys o' th' Town destroy'd in th' Instant .

Mar.

The Devil shall have him first .

I 'le bring him one shall swear there 's a great Flood ,

And there 's no likelyhood to pass this ten days .

Or that a party of 2000 Robbers have sworn to pillage for a week that Road ; you know he loves his Money .

Aur.

No , no , his Grace must be degraded ; there 's no way like it : Clermont and his Friends are all prepar'd for this last Plot ; Therefore be swift as Thought , to find 'em out , we have but an hour of Trial.

Mar.

Swift as the Mischief , Madam , never doubt me .

Exeunt . Since Marriage is a yoke two Fools must wear , The ablest Fool the heaviest part should bear . Thus let it then my Husbands Neck weigh down , I 'le try to make it easy for my own . Ex. Aur. Enter Grub , Phillida , and Roger. Grub.

What! lye out two whole nights , and no preferment come , yet ; How hast thou spent thy time ?

Phill.

Oh! very well indeed Hubby ! for the Gentleman told me you should be a great huge Man ; very suddenly . And for joy of it you can't Imagine Hubby , how I briskt up to him !

Grub.

Briskt up to him , a pox , thô you briskt up to him so mightily ! nothing comes on 't , that I see .

Phill.

Oh! all in good time , Hubby , for he told me the King had knowledge of you already : And how you were resolv'd to be a Courtier .

Grub.

Hush , here comes Mr. Secretary !

Tob.

Run you , and see the Sumpter got ready ; and let my Lords Cloaths be brush'd , and laid in order ; tht Trunks and Boxes see nail'd fast , and corded , d' e hear ? To a Serv.

Grub.

What 's the matter , good Mr. Secretary !

Tob.

Oownz ! Sir , my Lord 's going Post into the Country o' th' sudden � I am almost out of my wits here .

Grub.

The Country :

Tob.

Ay ay , Sir , nay , prithee Mr. Justice , you see I 've a world of Business upon my hands � and d'ye hear , put the Womens things in the new Panniers , the Linen , and the Box of Cordial Waters : Bid Nurse take care of my Ladies Eagle Stone too : I hear she 's breeding .

Serv.

I will , Sir ! Ex. Serv.

Tob.

The rest I 'le do myself : Oh! how I sweat � Exit .

Grub.

Roger : this suits well for me , for when he 's gone , my Wife alone can do my business better : Odzooks , I strangely long to be preferr'd , that I may twit my Neighbours in the Country , and contradict our Parson , that 's a main matter .

Rog.

Zo ' t is ! an t ' shall please you : and that will make him contradict all the Parish .

Phill.

And never fear me Hubby � I 'le push it forward .

Grub.

Do , do , Phill. do : Why , well said , Phill : methinks I am o'rejoyd at the conceit on 't : But see , here comes his Grace .

Enter Cocklebrain and Aurelia . Cockl.

Why , this is well now : though you can talk , I see you understand Obedience .

Aur.

Very well , Sir.

Alas ! 't is all poor Women were design'd for .

Cock.

Very Good. Very Good ! Oh Unkle . I did not see you . Why , I must court your Patience , some few days to live without me : We Great Men Dive somtimes : 'T is a State trick that you are yet unskill'd in : But have patience , we shall appear agen to your satisfaction .

Grub.

Health to your Graces both .

Cockl.

Set forward then : Sure Toby has by this time pack't up the things , and seen the Coach got ready ?

Enter Clermont and Longovile . Clerm .

Stand , thou proud Man , once more I bid thee stand .

Cockl.

Thieves , Thieves ! where are my People all ? who waits there ?

Clerm .

Let 'em stir if they dare . And thus I am to say : Thou haughty Man , Thou art a Monster ; for thou art ungrateful , and like a fellow of a Rebel nature ; hast flung from his embraces ; therefore he bids thee stand , thou Insolent Man , whilst thus with whisking of my Sword about � I take thy Honor off ; This first sad Whisk takes off thy Dukedom , Thou art but a Marquess .

Cockl.

What mean you , Sir.

Cler.

This second Whisk divides thy Marquifate ; Thou art yet a Baron .

Grub.

Oh Lord ! Oh Lord !

Cock.

Prithee be quiet , I 'le have no more of thy Whisks : what a Devil dost think I am an Ass.

Cler.

You must have patience .

Grub.

Oh! that ever I was born .

Rog.

Oh! Oh! Oh! � Howls out .

Clerm .

Two Whisks are past : and two are yet behind : yet all must come : then not to linger time , with these two dismal Whisks I quite degrade thee now ; Goodman Cocklebrain : for that sums all your Titles : Thank the King for punishing no further .

Aur.

Oh! Undone , undone ! I thought what his stubborness would bring him too ? Feigns to weep .

Grub.

I am amaz'd .

Cockl.

This cannot be in earnest , sure .

Cler.

You 'l find it so , Sir.

Grub.

I am confounded , shot to the Brain , I know not where I am !

Cler.

Nay � for your part , my Gracious Lord , the Fates have a far different doom � To Grub.

Grub.

How 's that , Sir ?

Clerm .

Glory attends you , what Honors flow upon you . This Patent will inform your Grace � Gives a Patent .

Grub.

My Grace ! s'heart � if this should be a Dream now And yet I feel the Parchment in my hand : Good Sir , explain your meaning � you have transform'd me .

Rog.

� Hum , hum !

Clerm .

Thus then in short , my Lord : The King who still so much preserves the memory of that unhappy Man to let the Honors remain in 's Blood , has in his stead , made you the Duke of Dunstable ; And as such , he bids you wear this Robe of State.

Puts a Antick Robe and Turbant on his Head. Grub.

Godzooks ! Why Phill. Am I awake , Art sure I am awake Phill ?

Rog.

Ods - diggers ! I must be a Secretary too I see , there 's no remedy !

Phill.

Ay , ay , Hubby ! and did not I make the most of a thing , think you , to get to be a Dutchess so soon ?

Grub.

Zooks , Thou hast made more of a thing , Girl , than ever Dutchess did � I am all Air : Gad I can fly , methinks � A Duke already ; why this is prodigious .

Clerm .

Your Grace , I hope , will remember your poor Servant .

Grub.

O Lord , dear Sir � you shall have any thing .

Longo .

I must beg leave to make my Court to her Grace , that way I am sure preferment lies .

Grub.

Oh! by all means , Sir. Do'st hear , dear Wife : we must be civil to these Gentlemen .

Phill.

Well , well � the Gentlemen know I han't been behind hand with ' em .

Aur.

False Villain : 'T is as I suspected now , thô late , I see his Treachery , and will revenge myself , thô I undo 'em all . Aside .

Exit Aurel. Grub.

Iohn Cocklebrain , thô the Kings Kings Royal Judgment has at last found where he should place his Honors : it is not fit thou shouldst be quite forgot � Iohn , come to my H�use , and Eat somtimes , dost hear ! I 'le get thee into the Guards , or somewhere , because thou art my Kinsman .

Cockl.

The Guards � ods-heart I 'de as leive 't were the Gallows . Oh! Oh � I shall run mad .

Grub.

Mad ! you Jackanapes ! han't I told you of your fantastical Humors a thousand times : Thou fit to be a Duke ! Alas poor Fellow !

Enter Toby . Toby .

My Lord ! the Coachman stays : and all your Equipage , rank'd by my Care and and Order , wait your Motion ; I have had the Devil and all to do amongst 'em yonder ; but they are ready at last .

Cockl.

Oh! Oh! Oh! Looking discontentedly on Grub. who looks scornfully on him .

Tob.

Hey-day ! What Farce is now to be acted ? What is Mr. Justice going a Morice-dancing ?

Grub.

Make him cease his babling , Friends : and then let the poor Rascal know who I am .

Tob.

Who you are , why you are a Cuckold , and a Justice of Peace � I know � who you are well enough .

Rog.

How 's that ? Have you a mind to be hang'd , Sirra ?

Tob.

Why , what 's the matter , are you all mad ?

Clerm .

Sirra ! he 's newly made a Duke , down o' your knees , or �

Tob.

A Duke ! yes ; and so am I as much ? What d' e think I do not know old Justice Grub ?

Grub.

Nay � if the Fellow grows saucy , let him be whipt , d' e hear , and then toss'd in a Blanket : 'T is fit I begin a little severely . T' will make me the more terrible .

Clerm . Long.

Away , away with him : you are a saucy Knave indeed .

Tob.

Why , my Lord the Duke � help , help .

Cock.

Oh! Oh!

Tob.

What a Devil is the meaning of this , S'heart , you will not let me be toss'd in a Blanket , will you ?

Enter Bewford , and a Boy with a Robe and Cap. Bewf.

Not for the World , unbind him , Gentlemen , upon your perils .

Clerm .

Why how now , Bewford , whence comes this Insolence , that you dare contradict his Graces Order .

Bewf.

His Grace ! You 'l find he has no such Title !

Grub.

Oonz � but I have , Sir , and will maintain it . Dare you sight , Sir ? ha . Offers to draw .

Bewf.

Oh! Rage will do no good , Sir. To explain all , Gentlemen , thus it is , All you have acted hitherto , is by mistake , a Courtier , that his Lady made her friend , made shift to steal his name into a Patent , but now 't is raz'd out ; and instead of him the King has chosen this Noble Gentleman ; and this is now the Duke .

Claps Toby on the Back , and Looks big . Tob.

Hem , Hem.

Bewf.

His Majesty has heard of your wise Conduct , and with this Robe invests you . Puts on an Antick Robe

Tob.

Air , air , good friends ! by my troth this news warms mightily .

Bewf.

And if for this good news , I may deserve to kiss your Graces Hand , my Lord.

Tob.

My Hand : Faith Friend I 'le have it wash'd first � Dost hear , old Fellow : prithee fetch me a Bason of Water . To Grub.

Grub.

Fetch a Halter , Come , draw , draw : I 'le fight for 't : I 'le not be chows'd out of a Dukedom so , not I : since you have these tricks , I 'le take the right way to secure my Title , and settle it by the Sword. Draw , Draw , I say .

Rog.

Ay , ay � Draw , as my Lord Duke says : Zowns ! I 'le thrash some of you !

Omnes .

Oh! there must be no Bloodshed .

Tob.

The old Fool has often these Fits : some of you that wou'd deserve my Favour , take the old Dotard away , and toss him in a Blanket a little : there 's nothing like it to cure his Fits.

Grub.

How , Sirra ! a Blanket : s'bud can I bear all this ?

Cockl.

Have but patience , Unkle , and I 'le speak to his Grace , to take you as under Butler , or somthing : I know you come to Town for preferment .

Grub.

Fool. Cuckold .

Cock.

Ay , look at home , Unkle ! my Aunt has stirr'd her stumps , you know !

Grub.

A pox stirr her .

Phill.

Nay , pray Hubby be not so angry : you know I did all for the best .

Grub.

Hold your Tongue , Whore � but do you hear Gentlemen ! Have I dreamt all this while of Dignity , and am I really no Duke ?

Tob.

No , no : Friend ! a Duke ! I prithee call thy Wits agen .

Grub.

What thô I formerly rail'd against the Court , when I was not preferr'd � I have more Honesty and Conscience now � for if I am a Duke �

Tob.

Yet agen a Duke ! Why , thou art no more a Duke , than thou art a Dromedary ; but as poor a Clumsie , Clod-pated old Justice as ever was drunk with March Beer at a Sheriffs Feast .

Enter Vsher of the Black Rod , Aurelia , and a Guard. Grub.

Ownz ! How I could swinge these Rogues , if I had my Will � What , my Wife lye with a topping Courtier two whole nights , and I no Duke ! 't is impossible ?

Tob.

I tell thee once more , thou art no Duke : I think the old Fellow is bewitch'd .

Vsh.

No , no ; nor you neither , good Yeoman of the Roppets I shall Un-Duke you .

Tob.

What 's the matter now ?

Longo .

Ha! The Usher of the Black Rod ! would I were safe at my Lodging .

Clerm . Bewf.

And I. And I.

Vsh.

Guard � Seize those Duke makers , disarm 'em : nay , if you struggle , we shall hamper you : Here 's a Warrant to bring you before the King and Council . You are for disposing the King's Honors , and granting Dignities ; let 's see now � how you 'l dispose your Estates to pay 20000 l. a piece Fine � besides 7 years imprisonment .

Aur.

This I have help'd ye to , my lewd Court-swaggerers ! you are for every Face you see , you are for flying at all Games : You ! but I 'le teach you to affront your Friends .

Bewf.

Ah! malitious Devil , we shall get off some time or other .

Longo .

And then the World shall know you .

Clerm .

What a fine Jilt you are .

Aur.

Do , rail , rail ; poor fools .

Tob.

I begin to shake : what is the meaning of all this !

Vsh.

As for your part , my Lord of Lubberland .

Tob.

Lubberland ; prithee Friend thou mistak'st my Title , I am Duke of Dunstable .

Vsh.

A Duke , a Dog-whipper you are ! such a knot of Fools , that the King , instead of punishing , pities you � But I shall make bold to turn you out of your Dignitie , my Lord Duke .

Tob.

Heyday , the World 's turning upon wheels , sure , What-a-devil d' e take me for .

Vsh.

For a Fool I take you , I confess .

Tob.

A Fool , you might as well have taken me for an Alderman , But prithee don't trouble thy Head , man.

Vsh.

Sirra : leave your fooling , and have a care of the Porters Lodge ; there are Whips with Bells : and so I take my leave of all your Graces : you Cocklebrain , you shall scape for your Wives sake , because she is my Kinswoman � But for the rest , away with ' em . Exeunt Guards , with the Gentlemen .

Grub.

Your Humble Servant , my Lord Duke .

Cockl.

Ah! the Devil take this confounded Town : wou'd it were burnt agen � Will your Grace have a little more Air.

To Toby . Tob.

Thank your Grace ; I am very cool o' th' sudden : Besides , I am reflecting upon the strange mutability of human Affairs � But however the world goes , Brethren � let 's make some shew of our Dignity , before we part : What think you of Dancing the Hey ?

Cockl.

Agreed .

Grub.

To be thus fool'd , and in my old age � well .

Here they Dance the Hey , and whilst they are Dancing ; Enter Lyonel in a mad posture , with Celia , Doctor , Singers and Dancers . Lyon.

Hah ! here they are ! and in the height of Revelling Pluto , Minos , Radamanthus , the King of the Infernals , and the Judges .

Grub. Oh the Devil : here 's the Mad man agen � Come , come away . Come , Dutchess , Troop . I 'le not stay an hour in this cursed Town . D' e hear , Sir , that 500 l. must be paid back again . Cockl.

Not a penny , Unkle , your Grace shall take it out in Offices �

Grub.

Plague take you all : Zowns ! You Whore , Come away .

Phill.

Oh! dear Hubby . Shall I never see a Play , nor lye abroad agen ? Weeps .

Grub.

What! you have a mind to be a Dutchest agen : have you ? Come away , and be hang'd , I 'le Dutchess you .

Exit Grub. and Wife . Rog.

A Plague of this cursed Town , if this be all one gets !

Lyon.

Great Pluto � know that I am Orpheus , and through the dismal shades of direful night , am come to seek my long lov'd Proserpine , I 'le charm thee God , with Musick , my soft Aires shall lull the Pow'rs of thy barb'rous Empire , and set my Love at liberty . Sings .

Doct.

Pray , sooth his Humor . Till we can lay hold on him , then never doubt his Cure.

Aur.

Madam , I thought he had been seiz'd before .

Celia .

He was , but by main strength he broke away ; his Madness still increasing : These are People plac'd by the Doctors Order , to humor the distemper .

They seize him , and carry him out � Doct.

So , now Madam , never give belief to Art , if you to Morrow , find him not recover'd .

Celia .

Heaven grant he may , he shall not want my wishes .

Tob.

Nay , Gentlemen : a little of your help will be convenient .

Brothers by Title , what think you to divert our selves , if we should Act a Farce , and that we call it The three Dukes of Dunstable .

Cockl.

Not I ; I have been in a Farce lately enough : but I am resolv'd to go into the Country � Eat nothing but Turnips 7 years , to recover the Estate I have spent in waiting for preferment , and never so much as look towards old Sodom here agen .

Aur.

And thus , Sir , on my knees , I promise ye henceforth to be Conforming to your pleasure with all the Care , and Diligence , and Duty of a most Penitent , Obedient Wife , to atone for my past Follies : and no more to heed the senseless Fopperies of the Town , nor the more senseless Fops remaining in it .

Cockl.

Well � I am forc'd to believe thee : We that are Married , have but small variety of remedy .

Tob.

I have been fool'd my share too . But for my part , ince it is so � I 'le off with my Mantle de la Guerr here , and into the Barn , and Thresh agen : there 's no Revolution of State there , if the Harvest be but good ; And if ever I expect to be exalted agen , may I be hang'd upon a Beam there , in one of our own Cart-ropes .

And may no Fool for better Fortune look ; That just from Digging , thinks to be a Duke : Ex. Omnes .
EPILOGUE : Spoken by Mr. Montfort .

Of which ( because it was particularly carp'd at ) I desire every one that has more Wit than Malice , to Judge .

FOnd of his Art ; the Poet has to day Mistook , and made me mad the silliest way ; Pride , Wealth , or Wine , may Frenzy often move : But that 's a strange Brute that runs mad for Love , Few now , Thank Heaven , such lewd examples find , 'T is forfeiting the Charter of our Kind ; Shall Men have all , and Women no remorse ? Then let the Cart hereafter drag the Horse . Let each Eve wrest the Scripture false , and swear ; She was not made for Man , but Man for Her ; No , this had been a most unpardon'd Crime ; Did not the Lady here repent in time . Besides , the Notion's false , for sure no Man Can Love so well , and faith no Woman can : 'T is true , degrees of Madness all may fit , Some with too much , some with too little Wit , I have been Mad , or I should ne'r have Writ . 'T is a Disease that Reigns in every station , First , amongst Gamesters I have found occasion , Somtimes to make a pretty Observation ; At Hazard I have seen a Witty Lad Eat up a Candle , if his luck were bad ; What think ye , Sirs , Was not that Fellow mad ? A Lady too , in Tears has left off Play ( Alas poor Punt , ) for losing Sonica , ) But above all , Wine does worst Frenzy raise , For then Fop comes , and Whistles at our Plays , Calls some one Whore , that to some Spark belongs , Who calls him out , and whips him through his Lungs . This , on our Nation , a vile blot remains None but the Dutch and English take such pains To fill the Paunch , and empty all the Brains . The last , worst sort too , does your Heads invade , That 's Whoring , that Vice makes ye all stark mad : Not Poverty has power to stop its force , Poor Rogues , that ne'r could pay their Alehouse Scores Shall brag they 've at Command a Leash of Whores . To th' Camp those Militant Doxies yearly stray Where each mad flitt'ring Fool that 's given that way To purchase Pox , melts down a whole Months Pay. Many more Theams of Madness I could name , And quote ; indeed too many to our shame . But , Sirs , to prove that you have all your Wits , Let every Critick , that in Iudgment sits , Our Poet to an easie Penance doom , Wink at small faults , for all of you have some .
PLAYS Printed for Henry Herringman , and Sold by Ioseph Knight , and Francis Saunders . Beaumont and Fletcher's PLAYS . By the Duke of Newcastle . THE Humorous Lover . The Triumphant Widow . By the Earl of Orrery . Mustapha , and Henry the Fifth . The Black Prince , and Tryphon . Sir William D'Avenants's Works . By Mr. Wicherly . Love in a Wood. The Dancing Master . By Major Porter . The Villain . The Carnival . By Sir George Etherege . She wou'd , if she cou'd . Love in a Tub. The Man of Mode , or Sir Fopling Flutter . By Mr. Dryden . The Dramatick Essay . The Indian Emperour . Tyrannick Love , or the Royal Martyr . The Mock-Astrologer . Granada , Two Parts . Sir Martin Mar-all . Marriage A-la-mode . Love in a Nunnery . All for Love. The Maiden Queen . The wild Gallant . The Rival Ladies . The Tempest , alter'd by him . Amboyna . Aurenge Zebe . The State of Innocence : By Mr. Shadwell . The Sullen Lovers . The Humourist . Psyche . The Virtuoso . The Royal Shepherdess . Epsom Wells . The Libertine . Timon of Athens alter'd by Him Mr. Killigrew's Works . By Mr. Shakespear . Hamlet . Macbeth . Julius Caesar. By Mr. Cowley . By Sir Charles Sydley . The Mulberry Garden . By Sir Samuel Tuke , and several Persons of Honour . The Adventures of Five Hours . By Sir Francis Fane . Love in the Dark . By Mr. Caril . By Several . The Usurper . The Roman Empress . The Coffee-House . The Mayor of Queenborough . The Womens Conquest . The Amazon Queen . Sir Francis Drake . Peleus and Thetis . Emperor of the Moon . Darius , King of Persia.

NEW SONGS SUNG IN The Fool 's Preferment , OR , THE Three DUKES of Dunstable .

In the SAVOY : Printed by E. Iones , for Ios. Knight and Fran. Saunders , at the Blue Anchor in the Lower-Walk of the New Exchange in the Strand , 1688.

A Song sung in the First Act. Mr. Henry Purcell .

I Sigh'd , and I pin'd , I sigh'd , and I pin'd , was constant , was constant , and kind , to a Jilt that laugh�'d at my Pains ; tho' my Pas�sion ne're cool'd , I found I was fool'd , for all my a�bun�dance of Brains ; tho' my Pas�sion ne're cool'd , I found I was fool'd , for all my a�bun�dance of Quick. Brains : But now I 'm a Thing , as grea�t as a King , so blest is the Head that is ad�dle ; the dull empty Pate , soonest comes to be great , Fate dotes on a Fool in the Cradle .

THere 's nothing so fa�tal as Woman , to hur�ry a Man to his Grave ; you may Think , you may Plot , you may Sigh like a Sot , she u�ses you more like a Slave : But a Bottle , altho' it be common , the Cheats of the Fair will un�do ; it will drive from your Head , the Delights of the Bed , he that 's Drunk , is not a�ble to Woo.

Mr. Henry Purcell .
A Song sung in the Third Act , by Mr. Monfort . Mr. Henry Purcell .

FLed is my Love , for e�ver , for e�ver , e�ver , gone ! O�h , mighty Loss ! E�ter�nal Sor�row , E�ter�nal Sorrow ! Yet prethee Strephon , why should'st mourn ? For if thy Ce�lia wont re�turn , to her thou shalt go , to her thou shalt go to mor�row ; to her thou shalt go , to her thou shalt go to morrow .

T IS Death alone , 't is Death a�lone , can give me Ease , for all the mighty Pain , for all the mighty Pain , I 've felt ; in his cold Tomb my Heart shall e�ver freeze , since hers could ne�ver , ne�ver mel�t ; since hers could ne�ver , ne�ver mel�t , could ne�ver melt .

I 'Le mount to you blue Cae�lum , to shun those Female Gypsies , I 'le play at Bowls with Sun and Moon , and scare you , scare you , scare you with E�clip�ses ; and scare you , scare you , scare you with E�clip�ses .

I 'Le sail up�on the Dog�Star , I 'le sail up�on the Dog�Star , and then persue the Morning , and then persue , and then persue the Morning ; I 'le chase the Moon 'till it be Noon , I 'le chase the Moon 'till it be Noon , but I 'le make , I 'le make her leave her Horning . I 'le climb the fro�sty Mountain , I 'le climb the frosty Mountain , and there I 'le coyn the Weather ; I 'le tea�r the Rain�bow from the Sky , I 'le tea�r the Rain�bow from the Sky , and tye , and tye both ends to�ge�ther . The Stars pluck from their Orbs too , the Stars pluck from their Orbs too , and crowd them in my Budget ; and whether I 'm a roa�ring Boy , a roa��ring Boy , let all� , let all the Nation judge it .

Mr. H. Purcell .
A Scotch Song sung in the 4 th Act. A Dialogue by Jockey and Jenny . Iockey .

IEnny , gin you can love , and have resolv'd you will try me ; sil�ly Scruples remove , and do no lon�ger de�ny me : By thy bonny Black Eye , I swear nean other can move me ; Then if still you deny , You never , never did love me .

Ienny .

Iockey , how can you mistake , that know full well when you woo me ; My poor Heart does so ake , it throbs as it would come through me ! How can you be my Friend , That thus are bent to my Ruine ? All the Love you pretend , Is only for my Undoing .

II. Iockey . Who can tell by what Art This Chiming Nothing , called Honour , Charms my Ienny's soft Heart , When Love and Iockey has won her ? Ienny . 'T is a Toy in the Head , And Muckle Woe there 's about it ; Yet I 'd rather be dead , Than live in Scandal without it . But if you 'l love me , and Wed ; And guard my Honour from Harms too ; Iockey I 'le take to my Bed , And fold him close in my Arms too . Iockey . Talk not of Wedding , dear Sweet , For I must have Chains that are softer ; I 'm of a Northerly Breed , And never shall love thee well after . CHORUS : Bass and Treble . Then since ill Fortune intends , Our Amity shall be no dearer ; Still let us kiss and be friends , And sigh we shall never come nearer .
A Song sung in the Fifth Act by Mr. Monsort .

IF thou wilt give me back my Love , for e�ver I 'le A�dore thee ; and for the fa�vour , mighty Iove , with Souls from Heaven shall store thee : To the Queen of Shades , she shall advance , and all shall wait up�on her ; Kings shall A�dore her Countenance , and I 'le be her Page of Ho�nour .

Mr. Henry Purcell . FINIS .