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THE SECOND PART OF THE ROVER .

As it is Acted by the Servants OF HIS Royal Highness .

Written by A. Behn .

LONDON : Printed for Jacob Tonson at the Judges-Head in Chancery-Lane . MDCLXXXI .

PROLOGUE , Spoken by Mr. SMITH . IN vain we labour to reform the Stage ; Poets have caught too the Disease o' th' Age , That Pest , Of not being quiet when they 'r Well , That restless Feaver , in the Brethren Zeal : In publick Spirits call'd , Good o' th' Commonweal . Some for this Faction cry , others for that , The pious Mobily for they know not what : So tho by different ways the Feaver seize , In all 't is one and the same mad Disease . Our Author too , as ●●l new Zealots do , Full of conceit and contradiction too ; 'Cause the first Project took , is now so vain , To attempt to Play the old Game o're again : The Scene is only chang'd , for who wou'd lay A Plot , so hopeful , just the same dull way . Poets , like States-men , with a little change , Pass off old Politicks for new and strange ; Tho the few men of sense decry't aloud , The cheat will pass with the unthinking Crowd : The Rabble 't is we Court , those powerful things , Whose voices can impose even Laws on Kings . A Pox of Sense and Reason , or dull Rules , Give us an Audience that declares for fools ; Our Play will then stand fair , we 've Monsters too , Which far exceed your City Pope for show . Almighty Rabble , 't is to you this day , Our humble Author Dedicates the Play , From those who in our lofty Tyre sit , Down to the dull State-Cullies of the Pit , Who have much Money , and but little Wit . Whose useful Purses , and whose empty Skulls , To private Int'rest make ye Publick Tools : To work on Projects which the wiser frame , And of fine men of business get the Name . You who have left Caballing here of late , Imploy'd in matters of a weightier weight ; To you we make our humble Application , You 'd spare some time from your dear new Vocation : ( Of drinking deep , then settleing the Nation , ) To countenance us , whom Commonwealths of old . Did the most Politick diversion hold . Plays were so useful thought to Government , That Laws were made for their establishment ; How e're in Schools differing Opinions jar . Yet all agree i' th' crowded Theatre , Which none forsook in any Change or War : That like their Gods unviolated stood , Equally needful to the publick Good . Throw then , Great Sirs , some vacant hours away , And your Petitioners shall Humbly Pray , &c.
Actors Names . Willmore , The Rover in Love with La Nuche . Beaumond , The English Ambassadors Nephew in Love with La Nuche , Contracted to Ariadne . Ned Blunt , An English Country Gentleman . Nicholas Fetherfool , An English Esq ; his friend . Shift , An English Lieutenant . Hunt , An Ensign , Friends and Officers to Willm .   Harliquin , Willmore's Man .   Abevile , Page to Beaumond . Don Carlo , An old Grandee , in Love with La Nuche .
Ariadne , The English Ambassadors Daughter-in-law , in Love with Willmore . Lucia , Her Kinswoman , a Girl . La Nuche , A Spanish Curtezan , in Love with the Rover . Petronella Elenora , Her Bawd . Aurelia , Her Woman .   Sancho , Her Bravo . An old Jew , Guardian to the two Monsters .   A Woman Giant .   A Dwarf her Sister .   Scaramouche , Servants , Musicians , Operators and Spectators .

SCENE Madrid .

TO HIS Royal Highness THE DUKE , &c. Great SIR ,

I Dread to appear in this Humble Dedication to Your Royal Highness , as one of those Insolent and Saucy Offenders who take occasion by Your absence to commit ill-manner'd indecencies , unpardonable to a Prince of your Illustrious Birth and God-like Goodness , but that in spight of Seditious Scandal You can forgive ; and all the World knows You can suffer with a Divine Patience : the proofs You have early and late given of this , have been such , as if Heaven design'd 'em only to give the World an undeniable Testimony of Your Noble Vertues , Your Loyalty and True Obedience ( if I may presume to say so , ) both to Your Sacred Brother , and the never satisfied People , when either one Commanded , or t'other repin'd , With how chearful and intire a submission You Obey'd ? And tho the Royal Son of a Glorious Father who was render'd unfortunate by the unexemplary ingratitude of his worst of Subjects ; and sacrific'd to the insatiate and cruel Villany of a seeming sanctifi'd Faction , who cou'd never hope to expiate for the unparallell'd sin , but by an intire submission to the Gracious Off-spring of this Royal Martyr : yet You , Great Sir , denying Your self the Rights and Priviledges the meanest Subject Claims , with a Fortitude worthy Your Adorable Vertues , put Your self upon a voluntary Exile to appease the causeless murmurs of this again gathering Faction , who make their needless and self-created fears , an occasion to Play the old Game o're again ; whil'st the Politick self-interested and malitious few betray the unconsidering Rest , with the delicious sounds of Liberty and Publick Good ; that lucky Cant which so few years since so miserably reduc'd all the Noble , Brave and Honest , to the Obedience of the ill-gotten Power , and worse-acted Greatness of the Rabble ; so that whil'st they most unjustly cry'd down the oppression of one of the best of Monarchs , and all Kingly Government : all England found it self deplorably inslav'd by the Arbitrary Tyranny of many Pageant Kings . Oh that we shou'd so far forget with what greatness of mind You then shar'd the common Fate , as now again to force Your Royal Person to new Perils , and new Exiles ; but such ingratitude we are punisht with , and You still suffer for , and still forgive it .

This more than Human Goodness , with the incouragement Your Royal Highness was pleas'd to give the Rover at his first appearance , and the concern You were pleas'd to have for his second , makes me presume to lay him at Your feet ; he is a wanderer too , distrest ; belov'd , tho unfortunate , and ever constant to Loyalty ; were he Legions he should follow and suffer still with so Excellent a Prince and Master . Your Infant worth he knew , and all Your growing Glories ; has seen you like young Cesar in the Field , when yet a Youth , exchanging Death for Laurels , and wondred at a Bravery so early , which still made double Conquest , not only by Your Sword , but by Your Vertues , which taught even Your Enemies so intire an Obedience , that asham'd of their Rebel Gallantry , they have resign'd their guilty Commissions , Some of Oliver's Commanders at Dunkirk . and Vow'd never to Draw Sword more but in the Royal Cause ; which Vow Religiously they kept : a noble Example for the busie and hot Mutineers of this Age misled by Youth , false Ambition , and falser Council .

How careless since Your Glorious Restauration You have been , of Your Life for the service of Your mistaken Country , the whole World knows , and all brave men admire .

Pardon me then , Great Sir , if I presume to present my faithful Soldier , ( which no Storms of Fate can ever draw from his Obedience ) to so great a General : allow him , Royal Sir , a shelter and protection , who was driven from his Native Country with You , forc'd as You were , to fight for his Bread in a strange Land , and suffer'd with You all the Ills of Poverty , War and Banishment , and still pursues Your Fortunes ; and though he cannot serve Your Highness , he may possibly have the Honour of diverting You a few moments : which tho Your Highness cannot want in a place where all Hearts and Knees are justly bow'd in Adoration , where all conspire , as all the Earth ( who have the blessing of Your presence ) ought to entertain , serve and please You ; yet this humble Tribute of a most Zealous and Devout Heart , may find amongst Your busier hours of greater moment , some one wherein it may have the Glory of Your regard , and be capable in some small degree of unbending Your great mind from Royal Cares , the weightiest Cares of all ; which if it be so fortunate as to do , I have my end , and the Glory I design , a sufficient reward for her who does and will eternally pray for the Life , Health and Safety of Your Royal Highness , as in Duty all the World is bound to do , but more especially ,

Illustrious Sir , Your Highnesses most Humble , most Faithful , and most Obedient Servant , A. BEHN .
THE SECOND PART OF THE ROVER .
ACT I.
Scene I. Enter Willmore , Blunt , Fetherfool and Hunt , two more in Campania Dresses , Rag the Captains Boy . Will .

STay , this is the English Ambassadors , I 'le inquire if Beaumond be return'd from Paris .

Feth.

Prithee dear Captain no more delays unless thou thinkest he will invite us to dinner ; for this fine thin sharp Air of Madrid has a most notable faculty of provoking an Appetite : Prithee let 's to the Ordinary .

Will .

I will not stay — Knocks , enter a Porter .

— Friend , Is the Ambassadors Nephew , Mr. Beaumond , return'd to Madrid yet ? If he be , I would speak with him .

Port .

I 'le let him know so much . Goes in , shut the door .

Blu .

Whe how now , What 's the door shut upon us ?

Feth.

And reason Ned , 't is dinner time in the Ambassadors kitchen , and should they let the savory steem out , what a world of Castillians would there be at the door feeding upon 't . — Oh there 's no living in Spain when the Pot 's uncover'd .

Blu .

Nay , 't is a Nation of the finest clean teeth —

Feth.

Teeth , ' Gad and they use their Swords no oftner , a Scabbard will last an Age .

Enter Shift from the House . Will .

Honest Lieutenant —

Shift .

My Noble Captain — Welcom to Madrid . What Mr. Blunt , and my Honoured Friend Nicholas Fetherfool , Esq

Feth.

Thy hand , honest Shift — They embrace him .

Will .

And how Lieutenant , how stand affairs in this unsanctifi'd Town ? — How does Loves great Artillery , the fair La Nuche ! from whose bright eyes the little wanton God throws darts to wound Mankind .

Shift .

Faith , she carries all before her still ; undoes her fellow-traders in Loves Art : and amongst the number , old Carlo de Minalta Segosa pays high for two nights in a week .

Will .

Hah — Carlo ! Death , what a greeting 's here , Carlo the happy man ! a Dog ! a Rascal , gain the bright La Nuche ! Oh Fortune ! Cursed blind mistaken Fortune : eternal friend to fools ! Fortune ! that takes the noble rate from man , to place it on her Idol interest .

Shift .

Whe faith Captain , I should think her heart might stand as fair for you as any , could you be less Satyrical — but by this light , Captain , you return her raillery a little too roughly .

Will .

Her raillery : by this hand I had rather be handsomly abus'd than dully flatter'd ; but when she touches on my poverty , my honourable poverty , she presses me too sensibly — for nothing is so nice as poverty — but Damn her , I 'le think of her no more : For she 's a Devil though her form be Angel ! Is Beaumond come from Paris yet ?

Shift .

He is , I came with him ; he 's impatient of your return : I 'le let him know you 're here . Exit Shift .

Feth.

Whe what a Pox ails the Captain o' th' suddain ? he looks as sullenly as a routed General , or a Lover , after hard service .

Blu .

Oh — something the Lieutenant has told him about a Wench , and when Cupid's in his Breeches the Devil 's ever in 's head — how now — what a pox is the matter with you , you look so scurvily now — What 's the Gentlewoman otherwise provided , has she cashier'd ye for want of pay ? or what other dire mischance — hah —

Will .

Do not trouble me —

Blu .

Adshartlikins , but I will , and beat thee too , but I 'le know the cause , I heard Shift tell thee something about La Nuche , a Damzel I have often heard thee fool enough to sigh for .

Will .

Confound the mercenary Jilt !

Blu .

Nay , adshartlikins they are all so ; though I thought you had been whore-proof , 't is enough for us fools , Country Gentlemen , Esquires , and Cullies , to miscarry in their Amorous Adventures , you men of Wit weather all storms you .

Will .

Oh Sir , you 're become a new man , wise and wary , and can no more be cousen'd .

Blu .

Not by Woman-kind , and for man I think my Sword will secure me , Pox I thought a two months absence and a Siege would have put such trifles out of thy head : you do not use to be such a miracle of Constancy .

Will .

That absence makes me think of her so much ; and all the passions thou find'st about me , are to the Sex alone ! give me a Woman Ned , a fine young Amorous wanton , who would allay this fire that makes me rave thus , and thou shouldst find me no longer particular ; but cold as Winter nights to this La Nuche : yet since I lost my little charming Gipsey , nothing has gone so near my heart as this .

Blu .

Ay there was a Girl , the only she thing that could reconcile me to the Petticoats agen after my Naples adventure , when the Quean rob'd and stript me .

Will .

Oh name not Hellena ! she was a Saint to be ador'd on Holy-days .

Enter Beaumond . Beau .

Willmore ! my careless wild Inconstant — how is 't my lucky Rover ? Imbracing .

Will .

My Life ! my Soul ! how glad am I to find thee in my Arms again — and well — When left you Paris ? Paris that City of Pottage and Crab-Wine , swarming with Laquies and Philoes , whose Government is carried on by most hands , not most voices — and prethee how does Bellvill and his Lady ?

Beau .

I left 'em both in health at St. Germans .

Will .

Faith I have wisht my self with ye at the old Temple of Bacchus at St. Clo , to Sacrifice a Bottle and a Damzel to his Deity .

Beau .

My constant place of Worship whilst there , tho for want of new Saints my zeal grew something cold , which I was ever fain to supply with a Bottle , the old remedy when Phillis is sullen or absent .

Will .

Now thou talk'st of Phillis , prithee dear Harry what Women hast in store ?

Beau .

I 'le tell thee ; but first inform me whom these two Sparks are .

Will .

' Egad and so they , are Child : Salute 'em — they are my friends — true Blades Hall , highly guilty of the Royal Crime , poor and brave , Loyal Fugitives .

Beau .

I Love and Honour 'em , Sir , as such —

Bowing to Blunt . Blu .

Sir , there 's neither Love nor Honour lost .

Feth.

Sir , I scorn to be behind hand in Civilities .

Beau .

At first sight I find I am much yours , Sir . To Feth.

Feth.

Sir , I Love and Honour any man that 's a friend to Captain Willmore — and therefore I am Yours — Enter Shift . — Well honest Lieutenant how does thy body — when shall Ned , and thou and I , crack a Bisket o're a glass of Wine , have a slice of Treason , and settle the Nation , hah ?

Lieu .

You know , Squire I am devoted yours They talk aside .

Beau .

Prithee who are these ?

Will .

Whe the first you saluted is the same Ned Blunt you have often heard Belvill and I speak of : the other is a rarity of another Nature , one Squire Fetherfool of Croydon , a tame Justice o' th' Peace , who liv'd as innocently as Ale and Fool could keep him , till for a mistaken kindness to one of the Royal Party , he lost his Commission , and got the reputation of a Sufferer : he 's Rich , but Covetous as an Alderman .

Beau .

What a Pox do'st keep 'em Company for , who have neither Wit enough to divert thee , nor good Nature enough to serve thee ?

Will .

Faith Harry 't is true , and if there were no more Charity than Profit in 't , a man would sooner keep a Cough o' th' Lungs than be troubled with 'em , but the Rascals have a blind side as all conceited Coxcombs have , which when I've nothing else to do , I shall expose to advance our mirth ; the Rogues must be couzen'd , because they 're so positive they never can be so — but I am now for softer joys , for Woman , for Woman in abundance — dear Hall inform me where I may safely unlaid my heart .

Beau .

The same man still , wild and wanton !

Will .

And would not change to be the Catholick King .

Beau .

I perceive Marriage has not tam'd you , nor a Wife who had all the charms of her Sex .

Will .

Ay — she was too good for Mortals .

With a Sham sadness . Beau .

I think thou hadst her but a month , prithee how dy'd she ?

Will .

Faith , e'ne with a fit of kindness , poor soul — she would to Sea with me and in a Storm — far from Land she gave up the Ghost — 't was a loss , but I must bear it with a Christian Fortitude .

Beau .

Short happinesses vanish like to dreams .

Will .

Ay faith , and nothing remains with me but the sad remembrance — not so much as the least part of her hundred thousand Crowns ; Bruxels that inchanted Court has eas'd me of that grief , where our Hero's Act Tantalus better than ever Ovid describ'd him , condemn'd daily to see an Apparition of meat , food in Vision only : faith I had Bowels , was good natur'd and lent upon the publick faith as far as 't would go — but come — let 's leave this mortifying discourse , and tell me how the price of Pleasure goes .

Beau .

At the old rates still , he that gives most is happiest , some few there are for Love !

Will .

Ah , one of the last dear Beaumond , and if a Heart or Sword can purchase her , I 'le bid as fair as the best . Damn it , I hate a Whore that asks me money .

Beau .

Yet I have known thee venture all thy stock for a new Woman .

Will .

Ay , such a fool I was in my dull days of Constancy , but I am now for change , ( and should I pay as often , 't would undo me ) — for change , my dear , of Place , Cloaths , Wine , and Women . Variety is the soul of pleasure , a good unknown , and we want faith to find it .

Beau .

Thou wouldst renounce that fond opinion , Willmore , didst thou but see a Beauty here in Town , whose charms have power to fix inconstant Nature or Fortune were she tottering on her Wheel .

Will .

Her Name , my dear , her Name !

Beau .

I would not breath it even in my complaints , lest amorous winds should bear it o're the World , and make mankind her Slaves .

But that it is a name too cheaply known , And She that owns it may be as cheaply purchas'd . Will .

Hah ! cheaply purchas'd too : I languish for her .

Beau .

Ay there 's the Devil on 't , She is — a Whore —

Will .

Ah , what a charming sound that mighty word bears .

Beau .

Damn her , she 'l be thine or any bodies .

Will .

I die for her —

Beau .

Then for her qualities —

Will . No more — ye Gods , I ask no more . Be she but fair and much a Whore — come let 's to her . Beau .

Perhaps to morrow you may see this Woman .

Will .

Death , 't is an Age .

Feth.

Oh , Captain , the strangest news , Captain .

Will .

Prithee what ?

Feth.

Whe Lieutenant Shift here , tells us of two Monsters arriv'd from Mexico , Jews of vast fortunes , with an old Jew Uncle their Guardian ; they are worth a hundred thousand pounds a piece , — Marcy upon 's , whe 't is a sum able to purchase all Flanders again from his most Christian Majesty .

Will .

Ha , ha , ha , Monsters .

Beau .

He tells you truth Willmore .

Blu .

But harkye , Lieutenant , are you sure they are not married .

Beau .

Marry'd , who the Devil would venture on such formidable Ladies .

Feth.

How , venture on 'em , by the Lord , Harry , and that would I , though I 'me a Justice o' th' Peace , and they be Jews , ( which to a Christian is a thousand reasons )

Blu .

Is the Devil in you to declare our design . aside .

Feth.

Mum , as close as a Jesuit .

Beau .

I admire your courage , Sir , but one of them is so little , and so deform'd , 't is thought she is not capable of Marriage ; and the other is so huge an overgrown Gyant , no man dares venture on her .

Will .

Prithee let 's go see 'em ; what do they pay for going in ?

Feth.

Pay — I 'de have you to know they are Monsters of Quality .

Shift .

And not to be seen but by particular favour of their Guardian , whom I am got acquainted with , from the friendship I have with the Merchant where they lay . The Gyant , Sir , is in love with me , the Dwarf with Ensign Hunt , and as we may manage matters it may prove lucky .

Beau .

And didst thou see the Show ; the Elephant and the Mouse ?

Shift .

Yes , and pleas'd 'em wondrously with News I brought 'em of a famous Mountibank who is coming to Madrid , here are his Bills — who amongst other his marvellous Cures , pretends to restore mistakes in Nature , to new-mould a Face and Body though never so mishapen , to exact Proportion and Beauty . This News has made me gracious to the Ladies , and I am to bring 'em word of the arrival of this famous Empirick , and to negotiate the business of their Reformation .

Will .

And do they think to be restor'd to moderate sizes ?

Shift .

Much pleas'd with the hope , and are resolv'd to try at any rate .

Feth.

Mum , Lieutenant — not too much of their transformation ; we shall have the Captain put in for a share , and the Devil would not have him his Rival : Ned and I are resolv'd to venture a cast for 'em as they are — Hah , Ned .

Will . and Beau . read the Bill . Blu .

Yes , if there were any hopes of your keeping a secret .

Feth.

Nay , Nay , Ned , the World knows I am a plaguy fellow at your secrets ; that , and my share of the charge shall be my part , for Shift says the Guardian must be brib'd for consent : Now the other moyety of the money and the speeches shall be thy part , for thou hast a pretty knack that way . Now Shift shall bring matters neatly about , and we 'l pay him by the day , or in gross , when we are marry'd . — hah Shift .

Shift .

Sir , I shall be reasonable .

Will .

I am sure Fetherfool and Blunt have some wise design upon these two Monsters — it must be so — and this Bill has put an extravagant thought into my head — harkye Shift —

Whispers to him . Blu .

The Devil 's in 't if this will not redeem my reputation with the Captain , and give him to understand that all the wit does not lye in the Family of the Willmore's , but that this noddle of mine can be fruitful too upon occasion .

Feth.

Ay , and Lord how we 'l domineer , Ned , hah — over Willmore and the rest of the Renegado Officers , when we have married these Lady Monsters , hah , Ned , !

Blu .

— Then to return back to Essex worth a Million .

Feth.

And I to Croyden —

Blu .

— Lolling in Coach and Six —

Feth.

— Be dub'd Right Worshipful —

Blu .

And stand for Knight o'th'Shire .

Will .

Enough — I must have my share of this jest , and for divers and sundry reasons thereunto belonging , must be this very Mountibank expected .

Shift .

Faith , Sir , and that were no hard matter , for a day or two the Town will believe it , the same they look for ; and the Bank Operators and Musick are all ready .

Will .

Well enough , add but a Harlequin and Scaramouch , and I shall mount in querpo .

Shift .

Take no care for that , Sir , your Man , and Ensign Hunt , are excellent at those two ; I saw 'em Act 'em the other day to a wonder , they 'l be glad of the employment , my self will be an Operator .

Will .

No more , get 'em ready , and give it out , the man of Art's arriv'd : be diligent and secret , for these two politick Asses must be couzen'd .

Shift .

I will about the business instantly . Ex. Shift .

Beau .

This fellow will do feats if he keep his word .

Will .

I 'le give you mine he shall — but , dear Beaumond , Where shall we meet anon ?

Beau .

I thank ye for that — ' Gad ye shall dine with me .

Feth.

A good Motion —

Will .

I beg your Pardon now , dear Beaumond — I having lately nothing else to do , took a Command of Horse from the General at the last Siege , from which I am just arriv'd , and my Baggage is behind , which I must take order for .

Feth.

Pox on 't now there 's a Dinner lost , 't was ever an unlucky Rascal .

Beau .

To tempt thee more thou shalt see my Wife that is to be .

Will .

Pox on 't , I am the lewdest company in Christendom with your honest Women — but — what art thou to be noos'd then ?

Beau .

't is so design'd by my Uncle , if an old Grandee my Rival prevent it not ; the Wench is very pretty , young , and rich , and lives in the same house with me , for 't is my Aunts Daughter .

Will .

Much good may it d' ye Harry , I pity you , but 't is the common grievance of you happy men of fortune .

Goes towards the House Door with Beau . Enter La Nuche , Aurelia , Petronella , Sancho , Women veil'd a little . Aur .

Heavens , Madam , is not that the English Captain ?

Looking on Will . La Nu .

't is , and with him Don Henrick the Ambassadors Nephew — how my heart pants and heaves at sight of him ! some fire of the old flame's remaining , which I must strive to extinguish . For I 'le not bate a Ducat of this price I 've set upon my self , for all the pleasures Youth or Love can bring me — for see Aurelia — the sad Memento of a decay'd poor old forsaken Whore , in Petronella , consider her , and then commend my prudence .

Will .

Hah , Women ! —

Feth.

Egad and fine ones too , I 'le tell you that .

Will .

No matter , Kindness is better sawce to Woman than Beauty ! By this hand she looks at me — Why dost hold me ?

Feth. holds him . Feth.

Whe what a Devil art Mad ?

Will .

Raging ! as vigorous Youth kept long from Beauty : Wild for the charming Sex , eager for Woman ! I long to give a loose to Love and Pleasure .

Blu .

These are not Women , Sir , for you to ruffle —

Will .

Have a care of your Persons of Quality , Ned ! Goes to La Nuche . — Those lovely eyes were never made to throw their Darts in vain !

La . Nu .

The Conquest would be hardly worth the pain —

Will .

Hah , La Nuche , with what a proud disdain she flung away — stay , I will not part so with you — Holds her .

Enter Ariadne and Lucia with Footmen . Aria .

Who are these before us , Lucia ?

Luci .

I know not , Madam , but if you make not haste home you 'l be troubled with Carlo your importunate Lover ! Who is just behind us ?

Aria .

Hang me , a lovely Man ! what Lady 's that , stay .

Pet .

What insolence is this ? this Villain will spoil all —

Feth.

Whe , Captain , are you quite distracted ? — dost know where thou art ? Prithee be civil —

Will .

Go Proud and Cruel ! Turns her from him .

Enter Carlo , and two or three Spanish Servants following : Petronella goes to him . Car .

Hah , affronted by a drunken Islander , a sawcy Tramontane ! — Draw — To his Servants whilst he takes . Whilst I lead her off — fear not , Lady , you have the honour of my Sword to guard ye !

Will .

Hah Carlo — ye lye — it cannot guard the boasting Fool that wears it — be gone — and look not back upon this Woman — Snatches her from him . One single glance destroys thee —

They Draw and Fight ; Carlo getting hindmost of his Spaniards , the English beat 'em off : The Ladies run away , all but Ariadne and Lucia . Luci .

Heav'ns , Madam , why de ye stay ?

Aria .

To pray for that dear stranger ! — and see my Prayers are heard , and he 's return'd in safety — this Door shall shelter me to o're-hear the Quarrel . Steps aside .

Enter Will . Blunt , Feth. looking big and putting up his Sword . Feth.

The Noble Captain be affronted by a starch'd Ruff and Beard , a Coward in querpo , a walking Bunch of Garlick , a pickl'd Pilchard ! abuse the Noble Captain , and bear it off in State , boto a Christmas sweet heart , these things must not be whilst Nicholas Fetherfool wears a Sword .

Blu .

Pox o' these Women , I thought no good would come on 't , besides , where 's the jest in affronting honest Women , if there be such a thing in the Nation .

Feth.

Hang 't , 't was the Devil and all —

Will .

Ha , ha , ha ! Why good honest homespun Countrey Gentlemen , Who do ye think those were ?

Feth.

Were ! whe Ladies of Quality going to their Devotion , Who should they be ?

Blu .

Whe faith and so I thought too .

Will .

Whe that very one Woman I spoke too , is ten Whores in Surrey .

Feth.

Prithee speak softly Man , ' Slife we shall be Poniarded for keeping thee Company .

Will .

Wise Mr. Justice , give me your Warrant , and if I do not prove 'em Whores , whip me .

Feth.

Prithee hold thy Scandalous Blasphemous Tongue , as if I did not know Whores from Persons of Quality .

Will .

Will you believe me when you lie with her , for thou 'rt a rich Ass and may'st do 't .

Feth.

Whores — ha , ha —

Will .

't is strange Logick now , because your Band is better than mine , I must not know a Whore better than you .

Blu .

If this be a Whore , as thou say'st , I understand nothing — by this Light such a Wench would pass for a Person of Quality in London .

Feth.

Few Ladies have I seen at a Sheriffs Feast have better Faces , or worn so good Cloaths , and by the Lord , Harry , if these be of the Gentle-craft , I 'de not give a Real for an honest Woman for my use .

Will .

Come follow me into the Church , for thither I am sure they 're gone : And I will let you see what a wretched thing you had been had you liv'd seven years longer in Surrey , stew'd in Ale and Beef-Broth .

Feth.

Oh dear Willmore name not those savory things , there 's no jesting with my Stomach ; it sleeps now , but if it wakes wo be to your shares at the Ordinary .

Blu .

I 'le say that for Fetherfool , if his heart were but half so good as his Stomach , he were a brave Fellow . Aside . Exeunt .

Aria .

I am resolv'd to follow — and learn , if possible , who 't is has made this sudden Conquest o're me . All go off .

Scene Draws , and discovers a Church , a great many People as at Devotion , soft Musick Playing . Enter La Nuche , Aurelia , Petron . and Sancho : To them Willmore , Feth. Blunt ; then Ariadne , Lucia . Feth. bows to La Nuche and Petronella . Feth.

Now as I hope to be sav'd , Blunt , she 's a most Melodious Lady : Would I were worthy to purchase a sin or so with her . Would not such a Beauty reconcile thy quarrel to the Sex ?

Blu .

No , were she an Angel in that shape .

Feth.

Why , what a Pox couldst not lie with her if she 'd let thee ? by the Lord , Harry , as errant a Dog as I am , I 'de fain see any of Cupid's Cook-Maids put me out of countenance with such a Shoulder of Mutton .

Aria .

See how he gazes on her — Lucia go nearer and o'rehear ' em . Lucia listens .

Will .

Death , how the charming Hypocrite looks to day , with such a soft Devotion in her eyes : as if even now she were a praising Heav'n for all th' advantages t' has blest her with .

Blu .

Look how Willmore eyes her , the Rogue 's smitten heart-deep — Whores —

Feth.

Only a trick to keep her to himself — he thought the Name of a Spanish Harlot would fright us from attempting — I must divert him — how is 't Captain — prithee mind this Musick — is it not most Seraphical .

Will .

Pox , let the Fidlers mind and Tune their Pipes , I 've higher pleasures now .

Feth.

Oh have ye so ; what with Whores Captain — 't is a most delicious Gentlewoman . Aside .

Pet .

Pray , Madam , mind that Cavalier , who takes such pains to recommend himself to you ?

La Nu .

Yes , for a fine conceited fool —

Pet .

Catso , a fool , what else ?

La Nu .

Right , they are our noblest Chapmen , a fool , and a rich fool , and an English rich fool —

Feth.

' Sbud she eyes me , Ned , I 'le set my self in order , it may take — hah — Sets himself .

Pet .

Let me alone to manage him , I 'le to him —

La Nu .

Or to the Devil , so I had one Minutes time to speak to Willmore in .

Pet .

And accosting him thus — Tell him —

La Nu .

( In a hasty tone ) — I am desperately in Love with him , and am Daughter , Wife , or Mistriss to some Grandee — bemone the condition of Women of Quality in Spain , who by too much constraint are obliged to speak first — but were we blest like other Nations where Men and Women meet —

Speaking so fast , she offering to put in her word , is still prevented by ' tothers running on . Pet .

What heards of Cuckolds wou'd Spain breed — ' Slife , I could find in my heart to forswear your service , have I taught ye your Trade to become my instructer , how to couzen a dull Phlegmatick greasy braind English Man — go and expect your wishes .

Will .

So , she has sent her Matron to our Coxcomb : she saw he was a Cully fit for game — who would not be a Rascal to be rich , a Dog , an Ass , a beaten hardned Coward — by Heaven , I will possess this gay Insensible , to make me hate her — most extremely curse her — see — if she be not fall'n to Prayer again , from thence to Flattery , Jilting and Purse-taking , to make the Proverb good — my fair false Sybil , what Inspirations are you waiting from Heav'n , new Arts to cheat Mankind ! — tell me , with what face canst thou be Devout , or ask any thing from thence who hast made so lewd a use of what it has already lavisht on thee ?

La Nu .

Oh my careless Rover ! I perceive all your hot shot is not yet spent in Battel , you have a Volley in reserve for me still — Faith , Officer , the Town has wanted mirth in your absence .

Will .

And so might all the wiser part for thee , who hast no mirth , no gayety about thee , but when thou wouldst design some Coxcombs ruin ; to all the rest , a soul thou hast so dull , that neither Love nor Mirth , not Wit or Wine can wake it to good nature — thou 'rt one who lazily workst in thy Trade , and sell'st for ready money so much kindness ; a tame cold sufferer only , and no more .

La Nu .

What , you would have a Mistriss like a Squirrel in a Cage , always in Action — one who is as free of her favours as I am sparing of mine — well , Captain — I have known the time when La Nuche was such a Wit , such a Humor , such a Shape , and such a Voice , ( tho to say truth I sing but scurvily ) 't was Comedy to see and hear me !

Will .

Whe yes faith for once thou wer 't , and for once may'st be again , till thou know'st thy Man , and know'st him to be Poor ; at first you lik'd me too ! you saw me Gay ! no marks of Poverty dwelt in my face or dress ! and then I was the dearest loveli'st man — all this was to my out-side ; death , you made love to my Breeches , caress'd my Garniture and Feather , an English fool of Quality you thought me — ' Shart , I have known a Woman doat on Quality , tho he has stunk through all his Perfumes ; one who never went all to Bed to her , but left his Teeth , an Eye , false Back and Breast , sometimes his Palate too upon her Toylite , whilst her fair Arms hug'd the dismember'd Carcase , and swore him all perfection , because of Quality .

La Nu .

But he was rich , good Captain , was he not ?

Will .

Oh most damnably , and a confounded Blockhead , two certain Remedies against your Pride and Scorn .

La Nu .

Have you done , Sir ?

Will .

With thee and all thy Sex , of which I've try'd a hundred and found none true or honest .

La Nu .

Oh , I doubt not the number ! for you are one of those healthy stomacht Lovers , that can digest a Mistriss in a Night , and Hunger again next Morning ; a Pox of your whining Consumptive constitution , who are only constant for want of Appetite : you have a swinging stomach to variety , and want having set an edg upon your invention ( with which you cut through all all difficulties ) you grow more impudent by success .

Will .

I am not always scorn'd then .

La Nu .

I have known you as confidently put your hand into your Pockets for money in a Morning , as if the Devil had been your Banker , when you knew you put 'em off at Night as empty as your Gloves .

Will .

And it may be found money there too .

La Nu .

Then with this Poverty so proud you are , you will not give the Wall to the Catholick King , unless his Picture hung upon 't ; no Servants , no Money , no Meat , always on foot , and yet undaunted still .

Will .

Allow me that , Child .

La Nu .

I wonder what the Devil makes you so termagant on our Sex , 't is not your high feeding , for your Grandees only dine , and that but when fortune pleases — for your parts , who are the poor Dependant , brown Bread and old Adams Ale is only currant amongst ye , yet if little Eve walk in the Garden , the starv'd lean Rogues neigh after her , as if they were in Paradise .

Will .

Still true to Love you see —

La Nu .

I heard an English Capuchin swear , that if the Kings followers could be brought to Pray as well as Fast , there would be more Saints amongst 'em than the Church has ever Canonis'd .

Will .

All this with pride I own , since 't is a Royal Cause I suffer for , go pursue your business your own way , insnare the fool — I saw the toyls you set , and how that face was ordered for the Conquest , your eyes brimful of dying Lying Love ! and now and then a wishing glance or sigh thrown as by chance ! which when the happy Coxcomb caught — you feign'd a blush , as angry and asham'd of the discovery , and all this Cunning's for a little Mercenary gain — fine Cloaths , perhaps some Jewels too , whilst all the finery cannot hide the Whore !

La Nu .

There 's your eternal quarrel to our Sex , 't were a fine Trade indeed to keep Shop and give our Ware for Love , would it turn to account think ye , Captain , to trick and dress , to receive all wou'd enter , faith , Captain , try the Trade .

Pet .

What in Discourse with this Railer — come away — Poverty 's catching . Returns from discourse with Feth. speaks to San .

Will .

So is the Pox , good Matron , of which you can afford good penniworths .

La Nu .

He charms me even with his angry looks , and will undo me yet .

Pet .

Let 's leave this place , I 'le tell you my success as we go .

Ex. all , some one way , some another , the fore-part of the Church shuts over , except Will . Blu . Aria . and Luc . Will .

She 's gone , and all the Plagues of Pride go with her .

Blu .

Hartlikins follow her — Pox on 't , an I 'de but as good a hand at this Game as thou hast , I 'de venture upon any Chance —

Will .

Damn her , come , let 's to Dinner , Where 's Fetherfool ?

Blu .

Follow'd a good Woodman , who gave him the sign , he 'l lodg the Deer e're Night .

Will .

Follow'd her — he durst not , the fool wants confidence to look on her .

Blu .

Oh you know not how a Country Justice may be improv'd by Travel ; the Rogue was hedg'd in at home with the fear of his Neighbours and the Penal Statutes , now he 's broke loose , he runs neighing like a Stone-Horse upon the Common .

Will .

However I 'le not believe this — let 's follow ' em .

Ex. Will . and Blunt . Aria . He is in Love , but with a Curtizan — some comfort that . We 'l after him — 't is a faint hearted Lover Who for the first discouragement gives over . Ex. Ariadne and Lucia .
The End of the First Act.
ACT II .
Scene I. Enter Fetherfool and Sancho , passing over the Stage ; after them Willmore and Blunt , followed by Ariadne and Lucia . Will .

't is so , by Heaven , he 's chaffering with her Pimp . I 'le spare my Curses on him , for having her , he has a Plague beyond ' em .

— Harkye , I 'le never love , nor lie with Woman more , those slaves to Lust , to Vanity and Intrest .

Blu .

Ha , Captain ! Shaking his head and smiling .

Will .

Come , let 's go drink Damnation to 'em all .

Blu .

Not all , good Captain .

Will .

All , for I hate 'em all —

Aria .

Heavens ! if he should indeed ! Aside .

Blu .

But , Robert , I have found you most inclined to a Damzel when you had a Bottle in your Head .

Will .

Give me thy hand , Ned — Curse me , despise me , point me out for Cowardize if e're thou see'st me Court a Woman more : Nay , when thou know'st I ask any of the Sex a civil question again — a Plague upon 'em , how they 've handled me — come , let 's go drink , I say — Confusion to the Race — a Woman ! — no , I will be burnt with my own fire to Cinders e're any of the brood shall lay my Flame —

Aria .

He cannot be so wicked to keep this resolution sure — She passing by . Faith I must be resolv'd — you 've made a Pious resolution , Sir , had you the Grace to keep it —

Passing on he pauses and looks on her . Will .

Hum — What 's that ?

Blu .

That — O , — nothing — but a Woman — come away .

Will .

A Woman ! Damn her , what mischief made her cross my way just on the point of Reformation .

Blu . I find the Devil will not lose so hopeful a sinner . Hold , hold , Captain , have you no regard to your own Soul , ' Dshartlikins 't is a Woman , a very errant Woman . Aria .

Your Friend informs you right , Sir , I am a Woman .

Will .

Ay Child , or I were a lost man — therefore dear lovely Creature —

Aria .

— How can you tell , Sir .

Will .

Oh , I have naturally a large faith , Child , and thou 'st a promising form , a tempting motion , clean Limbs , well drest , and a most damnable inviting Air .

Aria .

I am not to be sold , and so not fond of praise , I merit not .

Will .

How , not to be sold too ! by this light , Child , thou speakest like a Cherubim , I have not heard so obliging a sound , from the mouth of Woman-kind , this many a day — I find we must be better acquainted , my Dear .

Aria .

Your reason , good familiar , Sir , I see no such necessity .

Will .

Child , you are mistaken , I am in great necessity ; for first I love thee — desperately — have I not damn'd my Soul already for thee , and wouldst thou be so wicked to refuse a little consolation to my Body ? Then Secondly , I see thou art frank and good natur'd , and wilt do reason gratis .

Aria .

How prove ye that , good Mr. Philosopher .

Will .

Thou say'st thou 'rt not to be sold , and I 'me sure thou 'rt to be had — that lovely Body of so Divine a form , those soft smooth Arms and Hands , were made t'imbrace as well as be imbrac'd , that delicate white rising Bosom to be prest , and all thy other charms to be injoy'd .

Aria .

By one that can esteem 'em to their worth , can set a vaue and a rate upon ' em .

Will .

Name not those words , they grate my ears like Jointure , that dull conjugal cant that frights the generous Lover ! Rate — Death , let the old Dotards talk of Rates , and pay it t'atone for the defects of Impotence . Let the sly States-man , who Jilts the Commonwealth with his grave Politiques , pay for the sin that he may doat in secret ; let the brisk fool Inch out his scanted sense with a large pursemore eloquent than he : but tell not me of rates who bring a Heart , Youth , Vigor , and a Tongue to sing the praise of every single pleasure thou shalt give me .

Aria .

Then if I should be kind , I perceive you would not keep the secret .

Will .

Secresie is a damn'd ungrateful sin , Child , known only where Religion and Small-beer are currant , despis'd where Apollo and the Vine bless the Country , you find none of Jove's Mistresses hid in Roots and Plants ; but fixt Stars in Heaven , for all to gaze and wonder at — and though I am no God , my Dear , I 'le do a Mortals part , and generously tell th' admiring World what hidden Charms thou hast : Come , lead me to some place of happiness —

Blu .

Prithee , honest Damzel , be not so full of Questions , will a Pistol or two do thee any hurt ?

Luc .

None at all , Sir —

Blu .

Thou speak'st like a hearty Wench — and I believe hast not been one of Venus Hand-maids so long , but thou understandst thy Trade — in short , fair Damzel , this honest Fellow here , who is so Termagant upon thy Lady , is my friend , my particular friend , and therefore I would have him handsomly , and well-favourdly abus'd — you conceive me .

Luc .

Truly , Sir , a friendly request — but in what nature abus'd ?

Blu .

Nature ! — why any of your Tricks would serve — but if he could be conveniently stript and beaten , or tost in a Blanket , or any such trivial business , thou wouldst do me a singular kindness ; as for Robbery he defies the Devil : an empty Pocket is an Antidote against that ill .

Luc .

Your money , Sir ? and if he be not couzen'd , say a Spanish Woman has neither Wit nor Invention upon occasion .

Blu .

Shartlikins , how I shall Love and Honour thee for 't — here 's earnest — and —

Talks to her with joy and grimarce . — Aria .

But who was that you entertain'd at Church but now ? —

Will .

Faith one , who for her Beauty merits that glorious Title that she wears , it was — a Whore , Child

Aria .

That 's but a scurvy Name ; yet , if I 'me not mistaken , in those false eyes of yours , they lookt with longing Love upon that — Whore , Child .

Will .

Thou art i' th' right , and by this hand , my Soul was full as wishing as my eyes : but a Pox on 't , you Women have all a certain Jargon , or Giberish , peculiar to your selves : of Value , Rate , Present , Interest , Settlement , Advantage , Price , Maintenance , and the Devil and all of Fopperies , which in plain terms signifie Ready Money , by way of Fine before entrance , so that an honest well-meaning Merchant of Love finds no credit amongst ye , without his Bill of Lading .

Aria .

We are not all so cruel — but the Devil on 't is , your good natur'd heart is likely accompanied with an ill face — and worse Wit .

Will .

Faith , Child , a ready Dish when a mans stomach is up , is better than a tedious Feast . I never saw any Man yet cut my piece ; some are for Beauty , some for Wit , and some for the secret , but I for all , so it be in a kind Girl : and for Wit in Woman , so she say prety fond things , we understand , though true or false no matter .

Aria .

Give the Devil his due , you are a very consciencious Lover : I love a man that scorns to impose dull truth and constancy on a Mistriss .

Will .

Constancy , that currant Coyn with fools ! no Child , Heaven keep that Curse from our Doors .

Aria .

Hang it , it loses time and profit , new Lovers have new Vows and new Presents , whilst the old feed upon a dull repetition of what they did when they were Lovers ; 't is like eating the cold meat ones self , after having given a friend a Feast —

Will .

— Yes , that 's the thrifty food for the Family when the Guests are gone . Faith , Child , thou hast made a neat and a hearty speech : but prithee , my Dear , for the future , leave out that same Profit and Present , for I have a natural aversion to hard words : and for matter of quick dispatch in the business — give me thy hand , Child — let us but start fair , and if thou out-stripst me , thou 'rt a nimble Racer . Lucia sees Shift .

Luc .

Oh , Madam , let 's be gone : yonder 's Lieutenant Shift , who if he see us , will certainly give an account of it to Mr. Beaumond . Let 's get in through the Garden , I have the key —

Aria .

Here 's company coming , and for several reasons , I wou'd not be seen . Offers to go .

Will .

Gad , Child , nor I ; reputation is tender — therefore prithee let 's retire — Offers to go with her .

Aria .

You must not stir a step .

Will .

Not stir ! no Magick Circle can detain me if you go .

Aria .

Follow me then at a distance , and observe where I enter ; and at Night ( if your passion lasts so long ) return , and you shall find admittance into a Garden . Speaking hastily .

He runs out after her . Enter Shift . Shift .

Well , Sir , the Mountibank's come , and just going to begin in the Piazza : I have order'd matters so , that you shall have a sight of the Monsters , and leave to Court 'em , and when won , to give the Guardian a fourth part of the Portions .

Blu .

Good : but Mum — here 's the Captain , who must by no means know our good fortune , till he see us in State —

Enter Willmore , Shift goes to him . Shift .

All things are ready , Sir , for our design , the House prepar'd as you directed me , the Guardian wrought , by the persuasions of the two Monsters , to take a Lodging there , and try the Baths of Reformation : the Bank's preparing , and the Operators and Musick all ready , and the impatient Town flockt together to behold the Man of Wonders , and nothing wanting but your Donship and a proper Speech .

Will .

't is well , I 'le go fit my self with a Dress , and think of a Speech the while : in the mean time , go you and amuse the gaping fools that expect my coming . Goes out .

Enter Fetherfool Singing and Dancing . Feth. Have you heard a Spanish Lady , How she woo'd an English Man ; Blu .

Whe how now Fetherfool ?

Feth. Garments gay and rich as may be Deckt with Jewels , had she on . Blu .

Whe how now , Justice , what , run madout of the Dog-days ?

Feth. Of a comely Countenance and Grace is she , A sweeter Creature in the World there could not be . Shift .

Whe what the Devil 's the matter , Sir ?

Blu .

Stark mad , ' Sdhartlikins .

Feth.

Of a comely Countenance — well , Lieutenant , the most Heroick and Illustrious Madona ! thou sawst her , Ned : And of a comely Counte — the most Magnetick face — well — I knew the Charms of these eyes of mine were not made in vain : I was design'd for great things , that 's certain — And a sweeter Creature in the World there could not be . Singing .

Blu .

What , then the two Lady Monsters are forgotten ? the design upon the Million of Money , the Coach and Six , and Patent for Right Worshipful ? All drown'd in the joy of this new Mistriss .

Blu .

But well , Lieutenant , since he is so well provided for , you may put in with me for a Monster ; such a jest , and such a sum is not to be lost .

Shift .

Nor shall not , or I have lost my Aim . Aside .

Feth.

( Putting off his Hat ) Your Pardons , good Gentlemen , and tho I perceive I shall have no great need for so trifling a sum as a hundred thousand Pound , or so , yet a Bargain 's a Bargain , Gentlemen .

Blu .

Nay , ' Dshartlikins , the Lieutenant scorns to do a foul thing , de see , but we would not have the Monsters slighted .

Feth.

Slighted ! no , Sir , I scorn your words , I 'de have ye to know , that I have as high a respect for Madam Monster , as any Gentleman in Christendom , and so I desire she should understand .

Blu .

Whe this is that that 's handsom .

Shift .

Well , the Mountibank's come , Lodgings are taken at his House , and the Guardian prepar'd to receive you , on the aforesaid terms , and some fifty Pistols to the Mountibank to stand your friend , and the business is done .

Feth.

Which shall be perform'd accordingly , I have it ready about me .

Blu .

And here 's mine , put 'em together , and let 's be speedy lest some should bribe higher , and put in before us .

Feth. takes the money , and looks pitifully o'n t . Feth.

't is a plaguy round sum , Ned , pray God it turn to Account .

Blu .

Account , ' Dshartlikins , 't is not in the power of mortal man to couzen me .

Shift .

Oh fie , Sir , couzen you , Sir , — well , you 'l stay here and see the Mountibank , he 's coming forth .

A Hollowing . Enter from the Front a Bank , a Pageant , which they fix on the Stage at one side : a little Pavillion on 't , Musick Playing , and Operators round below or Antiquers . Musick Plays , and an Antique Dance . Enter Willmore like a Mountibank , with a Dagger in one hand , and a Viol in the other ; Carlo with other Spaniards below , and Rabble : Ariadne and Lucia above in the Ballcony , others on the other side , Fetherfool and Blunt below . Will .

( bowing ) Behold this little Viol , which contains in its narrow bounds , what the whole Universe cannot purchase , if sold to its true value ; this admirable , this miraculous Elixer , drawn from the Hearts of Mandrakes , Phenix Livers , and Tongues of Maremaids , and distill'd by contracted Sun-Beams ; has , besides the unknown vertue of curing all Distempers both of Mind and Body : that Divine one of animating the heart of Man to that degree , that however remiss , cold and cowardly by Nature , he shall become vigorous and brave . Oh stupid and insensible man , when Honour and secure Renown invites you , to treat it with neglect , even when you need but passive Valour , to become the Heroes of the Age ; receive a thousand wounds , each of which wou'd let out fleeting Life : Here 's that can snatch the parting Soul in its full career , and bring it back to its Native Mansion ; baffles grim Death , and disappoints even Fate .

Feth.

Oh Pox , and a Man were sure of that now .

Will .

Behold , here 's Demonstration —

Harliquin Stabs himself and falls as dead . Feth.

Hold , hold , whe , what the Devil , is the Fellow mad ?

Blu .

Why , do'st think he'as hurt himself .

Feth.

Hurt himself ! whe he 's murder'd Man ; 't is flat Felo de se , in any ground in England , if I understand Law , and I have been a Justice o' th' Peace .

Will .

See , Gentlemen , he 's dead —

Feth.

Look ye there now , I 'le be gone lest I be taken as an Accessary . Going out .

Will .

Coffin him , Inter him , yet after four and twenty hours , as many drops of this divine Elixer gives him new life again ; this will recover whole Fields of slain , and all the dead shall rise and fight again — 't was this that made the Roman Legions numerous , and now makes France so formidable , and this alone — may be the occasion of the loss of Germany .

Pours in Harliquin's Wound , he rises . Feth.

Whe this Fellow 's the Devil , Ned , that 's certain .

Blu .

Oh Plague , a damn'd Conjurer , this —

Will .

Come , buy this Coward's comfort , quickly buy ; what Fop would be abus'd , mimick'd and scorn'd , for fear of Wounds can be so easily cured ? Who is 't wou'd bear the Insolence and Pride of Domineering great men , proud Officers or Magistrates ? or who wou'd cringe to States-Men out of fear ? What Cully wou'd be Cuckolded ? What foolish Heir undone by cheating Gamesters ? What Lord wou'd be Lampoon'd ? What Poet fear the malice of his Satyrical Brother , or Atheist fear to fight for fear of death . Come , buy my Cowards Comfort , quickly buy .

Feth.

Egad , Ned , a very excellent thing this ; I 'le lay out ten Reals upon this Commodity .

They buy , whilst another part of the Dance is danc'd . Will .

Behold , this little Paper , which contains a Powder , whose value surmounts that of Rocks of Diamonds and Hills of Gold ; 't was this made Venus a Goddess , and given her by Apollo , from her deriv'd to Hellen , and in the Sack of Troy lost , 'till recover'd by me out of some Ruins of Asia . Come , buy it , Ladies , you that wou'd be fair and wear eternal Youth ; and you in whom the Amorous Fire remains , when all the Charms are fled : you that dress young and gay , and would be thought so , that Patch and Paint , to fill up times old furrows on your brows , and set your selves for Conquest though in vain ; here 's that will give you aubern Hair , white Teeth , red Lips , and dimples on your Cheeks : Come , buy it all you that are past bewitching , and wou'd have handsom , young and active Lovers .

Feth.

Another good thing , Ned .

Car .

I 'le lay out a Pistol or two on this , if it have the same effect on Men .

Will .

Come , all you City Wives , that wou'd advance your Husbands to Lord Mayors , come , buy of me new Beauty ; this will give it though now decay'd , as are your Shop Commodities , this will retrieve your Customers , and vend your false and out of fashion'd Wares : cheat , lye , protest and couzen as you please , a handsom Wife makes all a lawful gain . Come , City Wives , come , buy .

Feth.

A most Prodigious Fellow .

They buy , he sits , the other part is Danc'd . Will .

But here , behold the Life and Soul of Man ! this is the Amorous Powder , which Venus made and gave the God of Love , which made him first a Deity ; you talk of Arrows , Bows , and killing Darts ; Fables , Poetical Fictions and no more : 't is this alone that wounds and fires the Heart , makes Women kind , and equals Men to Gods ! 't is this that makes your great Lady doat on the ill-favour'd Fop ; your great Man be Jilted by his little Mistriss , the Judg cajol'd by his Semstress , and your Politician by his Comedian : your young Lady doat on her decrepit Husband , your Chaplain on my Ladies Waiting-Woman , and the young Squire on the Landry-Maid — in fine Messieurs .

't is this that Cures the Lovers pain , And Celia of her cold disdain . Feth.

A most devillish Fellow this !

Blu .

Hold , shartlikins , Fetherfool , let 's have a Dose or two of this Powder for quick dispatch with our Monsters .

Feth.

Who Pox , Man , Jugg , my Giant would swallow a whole Cart-Load before 't would operate .

Blu .

No hurt in trying a Paper or two however .

Carlo .

A most admirable Receipt , I shall have need on 't .

Will .

I need say nothing of my Divine Baths of Reformation , nor the wonders of the old Oracle of the Box , which Resolves all Questions , my Bills sufficiently declare their Vertue . Sits down .

They buy . Enter Petronella Elenora carried in a Chair , Dress'd like a Girl of Fifteen . Shift .

Room there , Gentlemen , room for a Patient .

Blu .

Pray , Seignior , who may this be thus muz'ld by old Gaffer time ?

Car .

One Petronella Elenora , Sir , a famous out-worn Curtezan .

Blu .

Elenora , she may be that of Troy for her Antiquity , tho fitter for God Priapus to ravish than Paris .

Shift .

Hunt , a word , dost thou see that same formal Politician yonder , on the Jennet , the Nobler Animal of the two ?

Hunt .

What of him ?

Shift .

't is the same Drew on the Captain this Morning , and I must revenge the affront .

Hunt .

Have a care of Revenges in Spain , upon Persons of his Quality .

Shift .

Nay — I 'le only steal his Horse from under him .

Hunt .

Steal it , thou may'st take it by force perhaps , but how safely is a Question .

Shift .

I 'le warrant thee — shoulder you up one side of his great Saddle , I 'le do the like on t'other ; then heaving him gently up , Harliquin shall lead the Horse from between his Worships Legs : all this in the Crowd will not be perceiv'd , where all eyes are imploy'd on the Mountibank .

Hunt .

I apprehend you now —

Whil'st they are listing Petronella on the Stage of the Mountibank , they go into the Crowd , shoulder up Carlo's Saddle , Harliquin leads the Horse forward , whilst Carlo is gazing , and turning up his Mustacho's — they hold him up a little while , then let him drop — he rises and stares about for his Horse — Car .

This flat Conjuration .

Shift .

What 's your Worship on foot ?

Hunt .

I never saw his Worship on foot before .

Car .

Sirra , none of your Jests , this must be by Diabolical Art , and shall cost the Seignior dear — Men of my Garb affronted — my Jennet vanisht — most miraculous , by St. Jago , I 'le be revenged — hah , what here — La Nuche —

Surveys her at a distance . Enter La Nuche , Aurelia , Sancho . La Nu .

We are pursu'd by Beaumond , who will certainly hinder our speaking to Willmore , should we have the good fortune to see him in this Crowd — and yet there 's no avoiding him .

Beau .

't is she , How carefully she shuns me ?

Aure .

I 'me satisfied he knows us by that Jealous concern which appears in that prying countenance of his .

Beau .

Stay , Cruel , Is it Love or Curiosity that wings those nimble feet ? Holds her .

Lucia above and Ariadne . Aria . Beaumond with a Woman — Beau .

Have you forgot this is the glorious day that ushers in the night shall make you mine ? the happiest night that ever favour'd Love !

La Nu .

Or if I have , I find you 'l take care to remember me .

Beau .

Sooner I could forget the Aids of Life , sooner forget how first that Beauty Charm'd me .

La Nu .

Well , since your memory 's so good , I need not doubt your coming .

Beau .

Still cold and unconcern'd ! How have I doated , and how sacrific'd , regardless of my Fame , lain idleing here , when all the Youth of Spain were gaining Honour , valuing one smile of thine above their Laurels ?

La Nu . And in return , I do submit to yield , preferring you above those fighting fools , Who safe in Multitudes reap Honour cheaper . Beau .

Yet there is one — one of those fighting fools , which should'st thou see , I fear I were undone ; brave , handsom , gay , and all that Women doat on , unfortunate in every good of life , but that one blessing of obtaining Women : be wise , for if thou seest him thou art lost — Why dost thou blush ?

La Nu .

Because you doubt my heart , 't is Willmore that he means . Aside . — We 've eyes upon us , Don Carlo may grow Jealous , and he 's a powerful Rival — at Night I shall expect ye .

Beau .

Whilst I prepare my self for such a blessing .

Ex. Beau . Car .

Hah ! a Cavalier in conference with La Nuche ! and entertain'd without my knowledg ! I must prevent this Lover , for he 's young — and this Night will surprise her — Aside .

Will .

And you would be restor'd . To Petro .

Pet .

Yes , if there be that Divinity in your Baths of Reformation . Wil. There are .

New Flames shall sparkle in those Eyes ; And these Gray Hairs flowing and bright shall rise : These Cheeks fresh Buds of Roses wear , And all your wither'd Limbs so smooth and cleer , As shall a general Wonder move , And wound a thousand Hearts with Love . Elen .

A Blessing on you , Sir , there 's fifty Pistols for you , and as I earn it you shall have more They lift her down .

Ex. Willmore bowing . Shift .

Messieurs , 't is late , and the Seignior's Patients stay for him at his Laboratory , to morrow you shall see the conclusion of this Experiment , and so I humbly take my leave at this time .

Enter Willmore , below sees La Nuche , makes up to her , whilst the last part of the Dance is Dancing . La Nu .

What makes you follow me , Sir ?

She goes from him , he pursues . Will .

Madam , I see something in that lovely Face of yours , which if not timely prevented , will be your ruin : I 'me now in haste , but I have more to say — Goes off .

La Nu

Stay , Sir , — he 's gone — and fill'd me with a curiosity that will not let me rest till it be satisfied : follow me , Aurelia , for I must know my Destiny . Goes out .

The Dance ended , the Bank removes , the People go off . Feth.

Come , Ned , now for our Amorous Visit to the two Lady Monsters . Ex. Feth. and Blunt .

SCENE Changes to a fine Chamber . Enter Ariadne and Lucia . Aria .

I 'me thoughtful : Prithee , Cousin , sing some foolish Song —

SONG . Phillis whose heart was unconfin'd , And free as Flowers on Meads and Plains . None boasted of her being kind , 'Mongst all the Languishing and Amorous Swains : No sighs nor tears the Nymph could move Bis . To pity , or return their Love . 'Till on a time , the hapless Maid Retir'd , to shun the heat o' th' day , Into a Grove beneath , whose Shade , Strephon , the careless Shepherd , sleeping lay : But oh such charms the youth adorn , Bis . Love is reveng'd for all her scorn . Her Cheeks with Blushes covered were , And tender sighs her Bosom warm ; A softness in her eyes appear , Unusual pains she feels from every Charm : To Woods and Ecchoes now she cries , Bis . For Modesty to speak denies .

Aria .

Come , help to undress me , for I 'le to this Mountebank to know what success I shall have with my Cavalier .

Unpins her things before a great Glass that is fasten'd . Luci .

You are resolv'd then to give him admittance .

Aria .

Where 's the danger of a handsom young fellow .

Luci .

But you don't know him , Madam .

Ariad .

But I desire to do , and time may bring it about without miracle .

Luc .

Your Cousin , Beaumond , will forbid the Banes .

Aria .

No , nor old Carlos neither : my Mothers pretious choice who is as solicitous for the old Gentleman , as my Father in Law is for his Nephew . Therefore , Lucia , like a good and gracious Child , I 'le end the dispute between my Father and Mother , and please my self in the choice of this Stranger , if he be to be had .

Luci .

I should as soon be enamour'd on the North Wind , a Tempest , or a Clap of Thunder . Bless me from such a blast .

Aria .

I 'de have my Lover rough as Seas in Storms upon occasion ; I hate your dull temperate Lover , 't is such a husbandly quality ! like Beaumond's addresses to me , whom neither joy nor anger puts in motion ; or if it do , 't is visibly forc'd — I 'me glad I saw him entertain a Woman to day , not that I care , but wou'd be fairly rid of him .

Luci .

You 'l hardly mend your self in this .

Aria .

What , because he held Discourse with a Curtezan .

Luci .

Why , is there no danger in her eyes do ye think ?

Aria .

None that I fear , that Stranger 's not such a fool to give his heart to a common Woman , and she that 's concern'd where her Lover bestows his Body , were I the man , I should think she had a mind to 't her self .

Luci .

And reason , Madam , in a lawful way , 't is your due .

Aria .

What all ! unconscionable Lucia ! I am more merciful ; but be he what he will , I 'le to this Cunning Man to know whether ever any part of him shall be mine .

Luci .

Lord , Madam , sure he 's a Conjurer .

Aria .

Let him be the Devil , I 'le try his skill , and to that end , will put on a Suit of my Cousin Endymion ; there are two or three very pretty ones of his in the Wardrobe , go carry 'em to my Chamber , and we 'l fit our selves and away — Go haste whilst I undress . Ex. Lucia .

Ariadne undressing before the Glass . Enter Beaumond tricking himself , and looks on himself . Beau .

Now for my charming Beauty , fair La Nuche — hah — Ariadne — damn the dull Property , how shall I free my self .

She turns , sees him , and walks from the Glass , he takes no notice of her , but tricks himself in the Glass , humming a Song . Aria .

Beaumond , what Devil brought him hither to prevent me : I hate the formal Matrimonial Fop . Walks about and sings . Somme nous pas trope heureux Bell Irise que nous ensemble . — A Devil on him , he may chance to plague me till night , and hinder my dear assignation . Sings again .

La Nuite est se sombre voiles Coverie , nous desires ardant ; Et l' Amour est les Etoyles , Son nous secret confidents . Beau .

Pox on 't , how dull am I at an excuse . Sets his Wig in the Glass , and sings . A Pox of Love and Woman-kind , And all the Fops adore ' em . Puts on his Hat , Cocks it and goes to her . How is 't Cuz ?

Aria .

So , here 's the sawcy freedom of a Husband Lover — a blest invention this of marrying who e're first found it out .

Beau .

Damn this English Dog of a Periwig-maker , what an ungainly Air it gives the face , and for a Wedding Periwig too — how do'st thou like it Ariadne — Uneasie .

Aria .

As ill as the man — I perceive you have taken more care for your Periwig than your Bride .

Beau .

And with reason , Ariadne , the Bride was never the care of the Lover , but the business of the Parents ; 't is a serious affair , and ought to be manag'd by the grave and wise : thy Mother and my Uncle have agreed the matter , and would it not look very sillily in me now to whine a tedious tale of Love in your ear , when the business is at an end , 't is like saying a Grace when a Man should give Thanks .

Aria .

Why did not you begin sooner then ?

Beau .

Faith , Ariadne , because I know nothing of the design in hand ; had I had civil warning , thou shouldst have had as pretty smart Speeches from me as any Coxcomb Lover of 'em all could have made thee .

Aria .

I shall never marry like a Jew in my own Tribe ; I 'de rather be possest by honest old doating Age , than by sawcy conceited Youth , whose inconstancy never leaves a Woman safe or quiet .

Bea .

You know the Proverb of the half Loaf , Ariadne , a Husband that will deal thee some Love is better than one who can give thee none ; you would have a blessed time on 't with old father Carlo .

Aria .

No matter , a Woman may with some lawful excuse Cuckold him , and 't would be scarce a sin —

Beau .

Not so much as lying with him , whose Reverend Age wou'd make it look like Incest .

Aria .

But to marry thee — would be a Tyranny from whence there 's no Appeal : a Drinking Whoring Husband , 't is the Devil —

Beau .

You are deceived if you think Don Carlo more chaste than I ; only duller , and more a Miser , one that fears his Flesh more , and loves his Money better .

— Then to be condemn'd to lye with him — oh , who would not rejoice to meet a Woollen Waistcoat and knit Nightcap without a Lining , a Shirt so nasty , a cleanly Ghost would not appear in 't at the latter Day ; then the compound of nasty smells about him , stinking Breath , Mustachoes stufft with villanous snush Tobacco and hollow teeth ; thus prepar'd for delight , you meet in Bed , where you may lye and sigh whole Nights away , he snores it out 'till Morning , and then rises to his sordid business .

Aria .

All this frights me not ; 't is still much better than a keeping Husband , whom neither Beauty nor Honour in a Wife can oblige .

Beau .

Oh you know not the good Nature of a Man of Wit , at least I shall bear a conscience , and do thee reason , which Heaven denies to old Carlo were he willing .

Aria .

Oh , he talks as high , and thinks as well of himself as any young Coxcomb of ye all .

Beau .

He has reason , for if his Faith were no better than his Works , he 'd be damn'd .

Aria .

Death , who wou'd marry , who wou'd be chaffer'd thus , and sold to slavery ; I 'de rather buy a friend at any price that I could Love and Trust .

Beau .

Ay! could we but drive on such a Bargain !

Aria .

You should not be the Man ; you have a Mistriss , Sir , that has your heart , and all your softer hours : I know 't , and if I were so wretched as to marry thee , must see my Fortune lavisht out on her , her Coaches Dress and Equipage exceed mine by far : possess she all the day thy hours of mirth , good humour and expence , thy smiles , thy kisses , and thy Charms of Wit . Oh how you talk and look when in her Presence ! but when with me , Sings . A Pox of Love and Woman-kind , And all the Fops adore ' em . How is 't Cuz — then slap , on goes the Beaver , which being cock'd , you bear up briskly , with the Second Part to the same Tune — Harkye , Sir , let me advise you to pack up your trumpery and be gone : your Honourable Love , your Matrimonial Foppery , with your other Trinkets thereunto belonging , or I shall talk aloud , and let your Uncle hear you .

Beau .

Sure she cannot know I love La Nuche . Aside . The Devil take me , spoil'd ! What Rascal has inveagled thee ? What lying fawning Coward has abus'd thee ? When fell you into this Lewdness ? Pox thou art hardly worth the loving now , that canst be such a fool to wish me Chaste , or love me for that Vertue : or that wouldst have me a Ceremonious Whelp , one that makes handsom Legs to Knights without laughing , or with a sneaking modest Squirish Countenance , assure you , I have my Maiden-head : a Curse upon thee , the very thought of Wife has made thee formal .

Aria .

I must dissemble , or he 'le stay all day to make his peace again — why , have you ne're — a Mistriss then ?

Beau .

A hundred , by this day , as many as I like , they are my mirth , the business of my loose and wanton hours ; but thou art my Devotion : the grave , the solemn pleasure of my soul — Pox , would I were handsomly rid of thee too .

— Come , I have business , — send me pleas'd away .

Aria .

Would to Heaven thou wert gone — Aside . — You 'r going to some Woman now —

Beau .

Oh damn the Sex , I hate 'em all — but thee — farewel my pretty jealous — sullen — fool — Goes out .

Aria .

Farewel , believing Coxcomb — Enter Lucia .

Lucia .

Madam , the Cloaths are ready in your Chamber .

Aria .

Let 's hast and put 'em on then . Runs out .

The End of the Second Act.
ACT III .
Scene I. A House . Enter Fetherfool and Blunt , staring about , after them Shift . Shift .

Well , Gentlemen , this is the Doctors House , and your fifty Pistols has made him intirely yours ; the Ladies too are here in safe Custody — Come , draw Lots who shall have the Dwarf , and who the Giant . They Draw .

Feth.

I have the Giant .

Blu .

And I the little Tiny Gentlewoman .

Shift .

Well , you shall first see the Ladies , and then prepare for your Uncle Moses , the old Jew Guardian , before whom you must be very grave and sententious : you know the old Law was full of Ceremony .

Feth.

Well , I long to see the Ladies , and to have the first onset over .

Shift .

I 'le cause 'em to walk forth immediately . Goes out .

Feth.

My heart begins to fail me plaguily — would I could see 'em a little at a distance before they come slap dash upon a man , Peeping . — hah ! — Mercy upon us ! — what 's yonder ! — Ah Ned , my Monster as big as the Whore of Babylon — Oh I 'me in a cold sweat — Blunt pulls him to peep , and both do so . — Oh Lord ! she 's as Tall as the St. Christopher in Notre dam at Paris , and the little one looks like the Christo upon his Shoulders — I shall ne're be able to stand the first brunt .

Blu .

' Dshartlikins whither art going ? Pulls him back .

Feth.

— Whe only — to — say my Prayers a little — I 'le be with thee presently . Offers to go , he pulls him .

Blu .

What a Pox art thou afraid of a Woman —

Feth.

Not of a Woman , Ned , but of a She Garigantua . I am a Hercules in Petticoats .

Blu .

The less resemblance the better , ' shartlikins , I 'de rather mine were a Centaure than a Woman : no , since my Naples Adventure , I am clearly for your Monster .

Feth.

Prithee , Ned . there 's reason in all things —

Blu .

But villanous Woman — ' Dshartlikins , stand your ground , or I 'le nail ye to 't : Whe what a Pox are you so quezy stomach'd , a Monster wont down with you , with a hundred thousand pound to boot , Pulling him .

Feth.

Nay , Ned , that mollifies something ; and I scorn it should be said of Nich . Fetherfool that he left his friend in danger , or did an ill thing : therefore , as thou say'st , Ned , tho she were a Centaure , I 'le not budg an inch .

Blu .

Whe God a mercy .

Enter the Giant and Dwarf , with them Shift as an Operator . Feth.

Oh — they come — Prithee , Ned , advance —

Puts him forward .. Shift .

Most beautiful Ladies .

Feth.

Whe what a flattering Son of a Whore's this .

Shift .

These are the illustrious persons your Uncle designs your humble Servants , and who have so extraordinary a passion for your Seignioraships .

Feth.

Oh yes , a most damnable one : wou'd I were cleanlily off the lay , and had my money again .

Blu .

Think of a Million , Rogue , and do not hang an Arse thus .

Gia .

What , does the Cavalier think I 'le devour him ?

To Shift . Feth.

Somthing inclin'd to such a fear .

Blu .

Go and salute her , or , Adshartlikins , I 'le leave you to her mercy .

Feth.

Oh dear , Ned , have pity on me — but as for saluting her , you speak of more than may be done , dear heart , without a Scaling Ladder . Ex. Shift .

Dwa .

Sure , Segnior Harliquin , these Gentlemen are dumb .

Blu .

No , my little diminitive Mistriss , my small Epitomie of Woman-kind , we can prattle when our hands are in , but we are raw and bashful , young beginners , for this is the first time we ever were in Love : we are something aukard , or so , but we shall come on in time , and mend upon incouragement .

Feth.

Pox on him , what a delicate Speech has he made now , — ' Gad I 'de give a thousand pound a year for Neds Concise Wit , but not a groat for his Judgment in Woman-kind .

Enter Shift with a Ladder , sets it against the Giant , and bows to Fetherfool . Shift .

Here Segnior , Don , Approach , Mount , and salute the Lady .

Feth.

Mount , whe 't would turn my Brains to look down from her Shoulders — but hang 't , ' Gad I will be brave and venture . Runs up the Ladder , salutes her , and runs down again . And Egad this was an Adventure and a bold one — but since I am come off with a whole skin , I am flesht for the next onset . — Madam , — has your Greatness any mind to marry —

Goes to her , speaks , and runs back , Blunt claps him on the back . Gia .

What if I have ?

Feth.

Whe then , Madam , without inchanted Sword or Buckler , I am your Man .

Gia .

My Man ! my Mouse . I 'le marry none whose Person and Courage shall not bear some proportion to mine .

Feth.

Your Mightiness , I fear , will die a Maid then .

Gia .

I doubt you 'l scarce secure me from that fear , who Court my Fortune , not my Beauty .

Feth.

Hu , how scornful she is , I 'le warrant you — whe I must confess , your Person is something Heroical and Masculine , but I protest to your Highness , I Love and Honour ye .

Dwa .

Prithee , Sister , be not so coy , I like my Lover well enough , and if Seignior Mountibank keep his word in making us of reasonable Proportions , I think the Gentlemen may serve for Husbands .

Shift .

Dissemble , or you betray your Love for us .

Aside to the Giant . Gia .

And if he do keep his word , I should make a better choice , not that I would change this Noble frame of mine , cou'd I but meet my Match , and keep up the first Race of Man intire : but since this scanty World affords none such , I to be happy , must be new Created , and then I shall expect a wiser Lover .

Feth.

Whe what a peevish Tit's this ; nay , look ye , Madam , as for that matter , your Extraordinariness may do what you please , — but 't is not done like a Monster of Honour , when a man has set his heart upon you , to cast him off — therefore I hope you 'l pity a despairing Lover , and cast down an eye of Consolation upon me , for I vow , most Amazonian Princess , I love ye as if Heaven and Earth wou'd come together .

Dwa .

My Sister will do much , I 'me sure , to save the Man that loves her so passionately — she has a heart .

Feth.

And a swinger 't is , — ' Sbud — she moves like the Royal Soveraign , and is as long a Tacking about . Aside .

Gia .

Then your Religion , Sir .

Feth.

Nay , as for that , Madam , we are English , a Nation , I thank God , that stands as little upon Religion as any Nation under the Sun , unless it be in contradiction ; and at this time , have so many amongst us , a man knows not which to turn his hand to — neither will I stand with your Hugeness for a small matter of faith or so — Religion shall break no squares .

Dwa .

I hope , Sir , you are of your friends opinion .

Blu .

My little spark of a Diamond , I am , I was born a Jew , with an aversion to Swines flesh .

Dwa .

Well , Sir , I shall hasten Seignior Doctor to compleat my Beauty , by some small addition , to appear the more grateful to you .

Blu .

Lady , do not trouble your self with transitory parts , ' Dshartlikins thou 'rt as handsom as needs be for a Wife .

Dwa .

A little taller , Seignior , would not do amiss , my younger Sister has got so much the start of me .

Blu .

Introth she has , and now I think on 't , a little taller wou'd do well for Propagation ; I should be loth the Posterity of the Antient Family of the Blunts of Essex should dwindle into Pigmies or Fayries

Gia .

Well , Seigniors , since you come with our Uncles liking , we give ye leave to hope , hope — and be happy — They go out .

Feth.

Egad , and that 's great and gracious —

Enter Willmore and an Operator . Will .

Well , Gentlemen , and how like you the Ladies ?

Blu .

Faith well enough for the first course , Sir .

Will .

The Uncle , by my indeavour , is intirely yours — but whilst the Baths are preparing , 't would be well if you would think of what Age , Shape , and Complexion you would have your Ladies form'd in .

Feth.

Why , may we chuse , Mr. Doctor ?

Will .

What Beauties you please .

Feth.

Then will I have my Giant , Ned , just such another Gentlewoman as I saw at Church to day — and about some 15.

Blu .

Hum , 15 — I begin to have a plaguie itch about me too , towards a handsome Damzel of 15. but first let 's marry , lest they should be boyled away in these Baths of Reformation .

Feth.

— But , Doctor , can you do all this without the help of the Devil ?

Will .

Hum , some small hand he has in the business : we make an exchange with him , give him the clippings of the Giant for so much of his store as will serve to build the Dwarf .

Blu .

Whe then mine will be more than three parts Devil , Mr. Doctor .

Will .

Not so , the stock is only Devil , the graft is your own little Wife inoculated .

Blu .

Well , let the Devil and you agree about this matter as soon as you please .

Enter Shift as an Operator . Shift .

Sir , there is without a Person of an extraordinary Size wou'd speak with you . Will . Admit him .

Enter Harliquin , Ushers in Hunt as a Giant . Feth.

Hah — some o'regrown Rival on my Life .

Feth. gets from it . Will .

What the Devil have we here ? Aside .

Hunt .

Bezolos mano's , Seignior , I understand there is a Lady whose Beauty and Proportion can only merit me ; I 'le say no more — but shall be grateful to you for your assistance —

Feth.

't is so —

Hunt .

The Devil 's in 't if this does not fright 'em from a farther Courtship — Aside .

Will .

Fear nothing , Seignior — Seignior , you may try your chance , and visit the Ladies . Talks to Will .

Feth.

Whe where the Devil could this Monster conceal himself all this while , that we should neither see nor hear of him ?

Blu .

Oh — he lay disguis'd ; I have heard of an Army that has done so .

Feth.

Pox , no single house cou'd hold him .

Blu .

No — he dispos'd himself in several parcels up and down the Town , here a Leg , and there an Arm ; and hearing of this proper Match for him , put himself together to Court his fellow Monster .

Feth.

Good Lord ! I wonder what Religion he 's of .

Blu .

Some Heathen Papist , by his notable Plots and Contrivances .

Will .

't is Hunt , that Rogue — Aside .

Sir , I confess there is great power in simpathy — Conduct him to the Ladies — He tries to go in at the Door .

— I am sorry you cannot enter at that low Door , Seignior , I 'le have it broken down —

Hunt .

No , Seignior , I can go in at twice .

Feth.

How , at twice , what a Pox can he mean ?

Will .

Oh , Sir , 't is a frequent thing by way of Inchantment .

Hunt being all Doublet , leaps off from another Man who is all Britches , and goes out , Britches follows stalking . Feth.

Oh Pox , Mr. Doctor , this must be the Devil .

Will .

Oh fie , Sir , the Devil , no , 't is all done by an inchanted Girdle — these damn'd Rascals will spoil all by too gross an imposition on the fools .

Feth.

This is the Devil , Ned , that 's certain — but harkye , Mr. Doctor , I hope I shall not have my Mistriss inchanted from me by this inchanted Rival , hah ?

Will .

Oh , no , Sir , the Inquisition will never let 'em marry , for fear of a Race of Giants , 't will be worse than the Invasion of the Moors , or the French , but go — think of your Mistrisses Names and Ages , here 's company , and you wou'd not be seen .

Ex. Blunt and Feth. Enter La Nuche , Aurelia , Will . bows to her . La Nu .

Sir , the fame of your excellent knowledg , and what you said to me this day , has given me a Curiosity to learn my Fate , at least that Fate you threatned .

Will .

Madam , from the Oracle in the Box you may be resolved any Question — Leads her to the Table where stands a Box full of Balls , stares on her .

— how lovely every absent minute makes her — Madam , be pleas'd to draw from out this Box what Ball you will .

She Draws , he takes it and gazes on her and on it .

Madam , upon this little Globe is Character'd your Fate and Fortune ; the History of your Life to come and past — first , Madam , — you 're — a Whore .

La Nu .

A very plain beginning .

Will .

My Art speaks simple truth ; the Moon is your Ascendant , that covetous Planet that borrows all his Light , and is in opposition still to Venus , and — Interest more prevails with you than Love ! yet here I find a cross — intruding Line — that does inform me — you have an itch that way , but Interest still opposes : you are a slavish mercenary Prostitute .

La Nu .

Your Art is so , though call'd Divine ! and all the Universe is sway'd by Interest , and wou'd you wish this Beauty which adorns me , should be dispos'd about for Charity : proceed , and speak more reason .

Will .

— But Venus here gets the Ascent again , and — spight of — Interest , spight of all aversion , will make you doat upon a Man — Still looking on and turning the Ball .

— Wild , fickle — restless , faithless as the Winds ! — a Man of Arms he is — and by this Line — a Captain — Looking on her .

— for Mars and Venus were in Conjunction at his Birth — and Love and War 's his business —

La Nu .

There thou hast toucht my heart ! and spoke so true , that all thou sayst I shall receive as Oracle : well , grant I Love , that shall not make me yield .

Will .

I must confess you 're ruin'd if you yield , and yet not all your Pride , not all your Vows , your Wit , your Resolution or your Cunning , can hinder him from Conquering absolutely , your Stars are fixt , and Fate irrevocable .

La Nu .

No , — I will controul my Stars and Inclinations , and though I love him more than Power or Interest , I will be Mistriss of my fixt Resolves — One Question more — Does this same Captain , this wild happy Man — love me ?

Will .

— I do not — find — it here — only a possibility incourag'd by your love — oh that you cou'd resist — but you are destin'd his , and to be ruin'd — Sighs and looks on her , she grows in rage .

La Nu .

Why do you tell me this — I am betray'd , and every caution blows my kindling Flame — hold — tell me no more — I might have guest my Fate , from my own soul have guest it — but yet I will be brave , I will resist in spight of Inclinations , Stars or Devils .

Will .

Strive not , fair Creature , with the Net that holds you , you 'le but intangle more : Alas ! — you must submit and be undone .

La Nu .

Damn your false Art ! — had he but lov'd me too , it had excus'd the malice of my Stars .

Will .

Indeed his love is doubtful : for here — I trace him in a new pursuit — which if you can this Night prevent , perhaps you fix him .

La Nu .

Hah , pursuing a new Mistriss ! there thou hast met the little resolution I had left , and dasht it into nothing — but I have vowed Allegiance to my Interest — Curse on my Stars , they could not give me love where that might be advanc'd — I 'le hear no more — Gives him money .

Enter Shift . Shift .

Sir , there are several Strangers arriv'd who talk of the old Oracle : How will you receive ' em ?

Will .

I've business now — and must be excus'd a while : — thus far — I 'me well , but I may tell my Tale so often o're , till , like the trick of Love , I spoil the pleasure by the repetition , — now I 'le uncase , and see what effects my Art has wrought on La Nuche , for she 's the promis'd good , the Philosophick treasure that terminates my toyl and industry : wait you here .

Ex. Willm . Enter Ariadne in mens Cloaths , with Lucia so Drest , and other Strangers . Aria .

— How new , Seignior Operator , where 's this renowned Man of Arts and Sciences , this Don of Wonders ? — hah ? may a Man have a Pistols worth or two of his Tricks , will he show , Seignior ?

Shift .

What-ever you dare see , Sir .

Aria .

And I dare see the greatest Bug-bear he can Conjure up , my Mistrisses face in a Glass excepted .

Shift .

That he can show , Sir , but is now busied in weighty affairs with a Grandee .

Aria .

Pox , must we wait the leisure of formal Grandees and States-men — ha , who 's this ? — the lovely Conqueress of my heart , La Nuche . Goes to her , she is talking to Aurel .

La Nu .

What foolish thing art thou ?

Aria .

Nay , do not frown , nor fly , for if you do , I must Arrest you , fair one .

La Nu .

At whose suit , pray ?

Aria .

At Loves — you 've stoln a heart of mine and us'd it scurvily .

La Nu .

By what marks do you know the Toy , that I may be no longer troubled with it .

Aria .

By a fresh Wound , which toucht by her that gave it bleeds anew , a heart all over Kind and Amorous .

La Nu .

When was this pretty Robbery committed ?

Aria .

To day , most Sacrilegiously , at Church , where you debauch'd my Zeal , and when I wou'd have pray'd , your eyes had put the change upon my tongue , and made it utter Railings , Heav'n forgive ye !

La Nu .

You are the gayest thing , without a heart , I ever saw .

Aria .

I scorn to flinch for a bare Wound or too ; nor is he routed that has lost the day , he may again Rally , renew the Fight and Vanquish .

La Nu .

You have a good opinion of that Beauty which I find not so forcible , nor that fond prattle uttered with such confidence .

Aria .

But I have Quality and Fortune too .

La Nu .

So you had need , I should have guest the first by your pertness , for your sawcy thing of Quality acts the Man as impudently at fourteen as another at thirty : nor is there any thing so hateful as to hear it talk of Love , Women and Drinking ; nay , to see it Marry too at that Age , and get it self a Play-fellow in its Son and Heir .

Aria .

This Satyr on my Youth shall never put me out of countenance , or make me think you wish me one day older ; and Egad I 'le warrant 'em that tries me , shall find me ne're an hour too young .

La Nu .

You mistake my humour ; I hate the Person of a fair conceited Boy .

Enter Willmore Drest , Singing . Will . Vole Vole dans ceste Cage , Petite Oyso dans cet bocage . — How now , fool , Where 's the Doctor ? Shift .

A little busie , Sir .

Will .

Call him , I am in haste , and come to cheapen the Price of Monster .

Shift .

As how , Sir ?

Will .

In an honourable way , I will lawfully marry one of 'em , and have pitcht upon the Giant : I 'le bid as fair as any Man .

Shift .

No doubt but you will speed , Sir , please you , Sir , to walk in .

Will .

I 'le follow — Vole Vole dans ceste Cage , &c.

Luci .

Whe 't is the Captain , Madam — Aside to Aria .

La Nu .

Hah — marry — harkye , Sir — a word pray .

As he is going out she pulls him . Will .

Your Servant , Madam , your Servant — Vole Vole , &c.

Puts his Hat off carelesly , and walks by , going out . Luc .

And to be marry'd , mark that .

Aria .

Then there 's one doubt over , I 'me glad he is not married .

La Nu .

Come back — Death , I shall burst with anger — this coldness blows my Flame , which if once visible , makes him a Tyrant —

Will .

Fool , what 's a Clock , fool , this noise hinders me from hearing it strike . Shakes his Pockets , and walks up and down .

La Nu . A blessed sound if no Hue and Cry pursue it . — what — you are resolv'd then upon this notable exploit . Will .

What exploit , good Madam ?

La Nu .

Whe marrying of a Monster , and an ugly Monster .

Will .

Yes faith , Child , here stands the bold Knight that singly , and unarm'd , designs to enter the List with Thogogandiga the Giant ; a good Sword will defend a worse cause than an ugly Wife : I know no danger worse than fighting for my Living , and I have done 't this dozen years for Bread .

La Nu .

This is the common trick of all Rogues , when they have done an ill thing to face it out .

Will .

An ill thing — your Pardon , sweet-heart , compare it but to Banishment , a frozen Centry with brown George and Spanish Pay , and if it be not better to be Master of a Monster than Slave to a damn'd Commonwealth — I submit — and since my fortune has thrown this good in my way —

La Nu .

You 'l not be so ungrateful to refuse it ; besides then you may hope to sleep again , without dreaming of Famin or the Sword , two plagues a Soldier of fortune is subject to .

Will .

Besides Cashiering , a third plague .

La Nu .

Still unconcern'd ! — you call me mercenary , but I would starve e're suffer my self to be possest by a thing of horror .

Will .

You lie , you would by any thing of horror ; yet these things of horror have beauties too , beauties thou canst not boast of , beauties that will not fade : Diamonds to supply the lustre of their eyes , and Gold the brightness of their hair , a well got Million to atone for shape , and Orient Pearls , more white , more plump and smooth , than that fair body men so languish for , and thou hast set such price on .

Aria .

I like not this so well , 't is a trick to make her Jealous .

Will .

Their hands too have their beauties , whose very mark finds credit and respect , their Bills are currant o're the Universe ; besides these you shall see waiting at my door , four Foot-men , a Velvet Coach , with six Flanders beauties more : and are not these most comely vertues in a Soldiers Wife , in this most wicked peaceable Age ?

Luci .

He 's poor too , there 's another comfort . Aside .

Aria .

The most incouraging one I have met with yet .

Will .

Pox on 't , I grew weary of this vertuous Poverty . There goes a gallant fellow , says one , but gives him not an Onion ; the Women too , faith 't is a handsom Gentleman , but the Devil a kiss he gets gratis .

Aria .

Oh how I long to undeceive him of that error .

La Nu .

He speaks not of me : sure he knows me not . Aside .

Will .

— No , Child , money speaks sense in a Language all Nations understand , 't is Beauty , Wit , Courage , Honour , and undisputable Reason — see the vertue of a Wager , that new Philosophical way lately found out of deciding all hard Questions — Socrates , without ready money to lay down , must yield .

Aria .

Well , I must have this gallant fellow . Aside .

La Nu .

Sure he has forgot this trivial thing .

Will .

— Even thou — who seest me dying unregarded wo't then be fond and kind , and flatter me Soft tone .

By Heaven , I 'le hate thee then ; nay , I will marry to be rich to hate thee : the worst of that , is but to suffer nine days wonderment , Is not that better than an Age of scorn from a proud faithless Beauty ?

La Nu .

Oh , there 's resentment left — whe , yes faith , such a Wedding would give the Town diversion : we should have a lamentable Ditty made on it , Entituled , The Captains Wedding , with the doleful relation of his being over-laid by an o're-grown Monster .

Will .

I 'le warrant ye I escape that as sure as Cuckolding , for I would fain see that hardy Wight that dares attempt my Lady bright , either by force or flattery .

La Nu .

So , then you intend to Bed her ?

Will .

Yes faith , and beget a Race of Heroes , the Mothers Form with all the Fathers Qualities .

La Nu .

Faith such a Brood may prove a pretty Livelihood for a poor decay'd Officer ; you may chance to get a Patent to Show 'em in England , that Nation of Change and Novelty .

Will .

A provision old Carlo cannot make for you against the abandon'd day .

La Nu .

He can supply the want of Issue a better way , and tho he be not so fine a fellow as your self ; he 's a better friend , he can keep a Mistriss : give me a Man can feed and cloath me , as well as hug and all to bekiss me , and tho his Sword be not so good as yours , his Bond 's worth a thousand Captains . This will not do , I 'le try what Jealousie will do . Aside .

Your Servant Captain — your Hand , Sir .

Takes Ariadne by the Hand . Will .

Hah , what new Coxcomb's that — hold , Sir . —

Takes her from him . Aria .

What would you , Sir , ought with this Lady ?

Will .

Yes , that which thy Youth will only let thee guess at — this — ( Child ) is Mans meat ; there are other Toys for Children . Offers to lead her off .

La Nu .

Oh insolent , and whither would'st thou lead me ?

Will .

Only out of harms way , Child , here are pretty neat conveniences within : the Doctor will be civil — 't is part of's Calling — Your Servant , Sir — Going off with her .

Aria .

I must huff now tho I may chance to be beaten — come back — or I have something here that will oblige ye to 't .

His Sword . Will .

Yes faith , thou 'rt a pretty Youth ; but at this time I 've more occasion for a thing in Petticoats — go home , and do not walk the Streets so much : that tempting face of thine will debauch the grave men of business , and make the Magistrates Lust after wickedness .

Aria .

You are a scurvy fellow , Sir . Going to Draw .

Will .

Keep in your Sword , for fear it cut your Fingers , Child .

Aria .

So 't will your Throat , Sir — here 's Company coming that will part us , and I 'le venture to Draw . Draws , Will . Draws .

Enter Beaumond . Beau .

Hold , hold — hah , Willmore ! thou Man of constant mischief , What 's the matter ?

La Nu .

Beaumond ! undone .

Aria .

— Beaumond —

Will .

Whe here 's a young Spark will take my Lady bright from me : the unmanner'd hot-spur would not have patience till I had finisht my small affair with her . Puts up his Sword .

Aria .

Death he 'l know me — Sir , you see we are prevented . Draws him aside .

— or — Seems to talk to him , Beau . gazes on La Nuche , who has pull'd down her Veil .

Beau .

't is she , Madam , this Veil's too thin to hide the perjur'd Beauty underneath : Oh , have I been searching thee , with all the diligence of impatient Love , and am I thus rewarded , to find thee here incompass'd round with Strangers , fighting , who first should take my right away — Gods take your reason back : take all your Love ! for easie Man's unworthy of the blessings .

Will .

Harkye , Harry , — the Woman — the almighty Whore — thou told'st me of to day .

Beau .

Death , do'st thou mock my grief — unhand me strait , for tho I cannot blame thee , I must hate thee . — Goes out .

Will .

What the Devil ails he —

Aria .

You will be sure to come .

Will .

At Night in the Piazzo ; I have an assignation with a Woman , that once dispatch'd , I will not fail ye , Sir .

Luci .

And will you leave him with her .

Aria .

Oh yes , he 'l be ne're the worse for my use when he has done with her . Ex. Luc . and Aria . Will . looks with scorn on La Nuche .

Will .

Now you may go o'retake him , lye with him — and ruin him , the fool was made for such a destiny — if he escapes my Sword . He offers to go .

La Nu .

I must prevent his visit to this Woman — but dare not tell him so . Aside .

— I would not have ye meet this angry Youth .

Will .

Oh you would preserve him for a farther use —

La Nu .

— Stay — you must not fight — by Heaven , I cannot see — that Bosom — wounded — Turns and Weeps .

Will .

Hah ! weep'st thou ! curse me when I refuse a faith to that obliging Language of thy eyes — oh give me one proof more , and after that , thou conquerest all my Soul : Thy eyes speak Love — come , let us in my Dear ! e're the bright fire allays that warms my heart . Goes to lead her out .

La Nu .

Your Love grows rude , and saucily demands it .

Flings away . Will .

Love knows no Ceremony , no respect when once approacht so near the happy minute .

La Nu .

What desperate easiness have you seen in me , or what mistaken merit in your self , should make you so ridiculously vain , to think I 'de give my self to such a wretch , one fal'n even to the last degree of Poverty , whil'st all the World is prostrate at my feet , whence I might chuse the brave , the great , the rich .

He stands spightfully gazing at her .

— Still as he fires I find my pride augment , and when he cools I burn . Aside .

Will .

Death , thou 'rt a — vain , conceited , taudry Jilt , who'st drawn me in as Rooks their Cullies do , to make me venture all my stock of Love ,

And then you turn me out despis'd and poor — Offers to go .

La Nu .

You think you 're gone now —

Will .

Not all thy Arts nor Charms can hold me longer —

La Nu .

I must submit — and can you part thus from me ? —

Pulls him . Will .

I can — nay — by Heaven , I will not turn , nor look at thee : no , when I do , or trust that faithless tongue again — may I be !

La Nu .

Oh do not swear —

Will .

Ever curst — Breaks from her , she holds him .

La Nu .

You shall not go — Plague ! — of this needless Pride .

Aside .

— stay — and I 'le follow — all the dictates of my Love .

Will .

Oh never hope to flatter me to faith again .

His back to her , she holding him . La Nu .

I must , I will ; what would you have me do ?

( Will . turning softly to her ) Never — deceive me more , it may be fatal to wind me up to an impatient height , then dash my eager hopes . Sighing .

forgive my roughness — and be kind , La Nuche , I know thou wo't —

La Nu .

And will you then be ever kind and true ?

Will .

Ask thy own Charms , and to confirm thee more , yield and disarm me quite .

La Nu .

Will you not marry then ? for tho you never can be mine that way , I cannot think that you should be anothers .

Will .

No more delays , by Heaven 't was but a trick —

La Nu .

And will you never see that Woman neither , whom you 're this night to visit .

Will .

Damn all the rest of thy weak Sex , when thou look'st thus , and art so soft and charming . Offers to lead her out .

La Nu .

Sancho — my Coach . Turns in scorn .

Will .

Take heed , What mean ye ?

La Nu .

Not to be pointed at by all the envying Women of the Town , who 'l laugh and cry , Is this the high priz'd Lady , now fall'n so low to doat upon a Captain , a poor disbanded Captain ! defend me , from that Infamy .

Will .

Now all the Plagues — but yet I will not curse thee , 't is lost on thee , for thou art destin'd damn'd . Going out .

La Nu .

Whither so fast ?

Will .

Whe — I am so indifferent grown — that I can tell thee now — to a Woman , young , fair and honest , for she 'l be kind and thankful — farewel Jilt — now — should'st thou die for one sight more of me — thou should'st not ha 't ; nay , should'st thou Sacrifice all thou hast couzen'd other Coxcombs of , to buy one single visit — I am so proud , by Heaven , thou should'st not have it — to grieve thee more , see here , insatiate Woman .

Shows her a purse , or hands full of Gold .

The Charm that makes me lovely in thine eyes : 't had all been thine hadst thou not basely bargain'd with me , now 't is the prize of some well-meaning Whore , whose Modesty will trust my Generosity . Goes out .

La Nu .

Now I cou'd rave , t've lost an opportunity which industry nor chance can give again — when on the yielding point , a cursed fit of Pride comes cross my Soul , and stops the kind Career — I 'le follow him — yes , I will follow him , even to the Arms of her to whom he 's gone .

Aur .

Madam , 't is dark , and we may meet with Insolence .

La Nu .

No Matter , Sancho , let the Coach go home , and do you follow me —

Women may boast their Honour and their Pride , But Love soon lays those feebler Pow'rs aside . The End of the Third Act.
ACT IV .
Scene I. The Street or back-side of the Piazza dark . Enter Willmore alone . WIll .

A Pox upon this Woman that has Jilted me , and I for being a fond believing puppy to be in earnest with so great a Devil ; where be these Coxcombs too , this Blunt and Fetherfool : when a Man needs 'em not , they are plaguing him with their unseasonable Jests — could I but light on them , I would be very drunk to night — but first I 'le try my fortune with this Woman — let me see — here abouts is the door —

Gropes about for the Door . Enter Beaumond , follow'd by La Nuche and Sancho . La Nu .

't is he , I know it by his often and uneasie pauses —

Beau .

— And shall I home and sleep upon my injury — whilst this more happy Rover takes my right away — no , damn me then for a cold senseless Coward !

Pauses , and pulls out a Key . Will .

This Damzel , by the part o' th' Town she lives in , should be of Quality , and therefore can have no dishonest design on me , it must be right down substantial Love that 's certain .

Beau .

Yet I 'le in and Arm my self for the Incounter , for 't will be rough between us , tho we 're friends .

Groping about finds the Door . Will .

Oh 't is this I 'm sure , because the Door is open .

Beau .

Hah — who 's there ? — Beau . advances to unlock the Door , runs against Will . Draws .

Will .

That voice is of Authority , some Husband , Lover , or a Brother , on my Life — this is a Nation of a word and a blow , therefore I 'le betake me to Toledo — Draws .

Willmore in Drawing hits his Sword against that of Beaumond , who turns and fights , La Nuche runs into the Garden frighted . Beau .

Hah , are you there .

Sanc .

I 'le draw in defence of the Captain —

Sancho fights for Beau . and beats out Will . Will .

Hah , two to one — Turns and goes in .

Beau .

The Garden Door clapt to ; sure he 's got in : nay , then I have him sure .

The SCENE changes to a Garden , La Nuche in it ; to her Beau . who takes hold of her Sleeve . La Nu .

Heavens , where am I ?

Beau .

Hah — a Woman ! and by these Jewels — should be Ariadne — Feels .

't is so ! Death , are all Women false !

She struggles to get away , he holds her .

— Oh , 't is in vain thou fly'st , thy Infamy will stay behind thee still .

La Nu .

Hah , 't is Beaumond's voice !

Now for an Art to turn the trick upon him : I must not lose his Friendship . Aside .

Enter Willmore softly , peeping behind . Will .

— What a Devil have we here , more mischief yet : — hah — my Woman with a Man — I shall spoil all — I ever had an excellent knack of doing so .

Beau .

Oh Modesty , where art thou ! Is this the effect of all your put on Jealousie , that Mask to hide your own new falshood in ? new — by Heaven , I believe thou 'rt old in cunning , that couldst contrive , so near thy Wedding night , this , to deprive me of the rights of Love !

La Nu .

Hah , what says he ? Aside .

Will .

How a Maid , and young , and to be marr'd too ; a rare Wench this to contrive matters so conveniently : oh for some mischief now to send him neatly off . Aside .

Beau .

Now you are silent : but you could talk to day loudly of Vertue ! and upbraid my Vice ! oh how you hated a young keeping Husband ! whom neither Beauty nor Honour in a Wife cou'd oblige to reason — oh , damn your Honour , 't is that's the sly pretence of all your domineering insolent Wives — death — what didst thou see in me , should make thee think that I would be a tame contented Cuckold ?

Going , she holds him . La Nu .

I must not lose this lavish loving-fool — Aside .

Will .

So , I hope he will be civil and withdraw , and leave me in possession —

Beau .

No , though my fortune should depend on thee ; nay , ever hope of future happiness — by Heaven , I scorn to marry thee , unless thou cou'dst convince me thou wer 't honest — a Whore ! — Death how it cools my Blood —

Will .

And fires mine extreamly —

La Nu .

Nay , then I am provok'd tho I spoil all — Aside .

— and is a Whore — a thing so much despis'd ?

Turn back thou false forsworn , — turn back , and blush at thy mistaken folly — He stands amaz'd .

Beau .

La Nuche —

Enter Aria . peeping , advancing cautiously undrest , Luc . following . Aria .

Oh he is here — Lucia , attend me in the Orange-Grove —

Ex. Lucia

Hah , a Woman with him !

Will .

Hum — what have we here , another Damzel — she 's gay too , and seems young and handsom — sure one of these will fall to my share ; no matter which , so I am sure of one .

La . Nu .

Who 's silent now ! are you struck dumb with guilt ? thou shame to noble Love ! thou scandal to all brave debauchery , thou fop of fortune ; thou slavish Heir to Estate and Wife , born rich and damn'd to Matrimony .

Will .

Egad a noble Wench — I am divided yet .

La Nu .

Thou formal Ass disguis'd in generous Lewdness , see — when the vizor's off ,

How sneakingly that empty form appears — Nay , 't is thy own — Make much on 't , marry with it , and be damn'd Offers to go . Will .

I hope she 'l beat him for suspecting her .

He holds her , she turns . Aria .

Hah — who the Devil can these be —

La Nu .

What silly honest fool did you mistake me for ; what sensless modest thing ? Death , am I grown so despicable , have I deserv'd no better from thy Love than to be taken for a vertuous changeling ?

Will .

Egad 't was an affront . Aside .

La Nu .

I 'me glad I 've found thee out to be an errant Coxcomb , one that esteems a Woman for being Chast , forsooth ! ' Shart , I shall have thee call me pious shortly , a most — Religious Matron !

Will .

Egad she has reason — Aside .

Beau .

Forgive me , — for I took ye — for another —

Sighing . La Nu .

Oh did you so , it seems you keep fine company the while — Death , that I should e're be seen with such a vile dissembler , with one so vain , so dull and so impertinent , as can be entertain'd by honest Women !

Will .

A Heavenly soul , and to my wish , were I but sure of her .

Beau .

Oh you do wondrous well t' accuse me first ! yes , I am a Coxcomb — a confounded one , to doat upon so false a Prostitute ; nay to love seriously , and tell it too , yet such an amorous Coxcomb I was born , to hate the injoyment of the loveliest Woman , without I have the heart : the fond soft prattle , and the lolling dalliance , the frowns , the little quarrels , and the kind degrees of making peace again , are joys which I prefer to all the sensual , whilst I indeavour to forget the Whore , and pay my vows to Wit , to Youth and Beauty .

Aria .

Now hang me , if it be not Beaumond !

Beau .

Would any Devil less than common Woman have serv'd me as thou didst ? say , Was not this my Night ? my paid for Night ? my own by right of Bargain , and by Love ? and hast not thou deceiv'd me for a Stranger ?

Will .

So — make me thankful , then she will be kind .

Hugs himself . Beau .

— Was this done like a Whore of Honour think ye , and would not such an injury make me forswear all joys of Womankind , and marry in meer spight ?

La Nu .

Why where had been the crime had I been kind ?

Beau .

Thou do'st confess it then .

La Nu .

Why not .

Beau .

Those Bills of Love the oftner paid and drawn , make Women better Merchants than Lovers .

La Nu .

And 't is the better Trade .

Will .

Oh Pox , there she dasht all again . I find they calm upon 't , and will agree , therefore I 'le bear up to this small Frigot and lay her Aboard . Goes to Ariadne .

La Nu .

However I am glad the Vizor's off ; you might have fool'd me on , and sworn I was the only Conquerer of your heart , had not good nature made me follow you , to undeceive your false suspicions of me : How have you sworn never to marry ? How rail'd at Wives , and satyr'd fools oblig'd to Wedlock ? and now at last , to thy eternal shame , thou hast betray'd thy self to be a most pernicious honorable Lover , a perjur'd — honest — nay , a very Husband . Turns away , he holds her .

Aria .

Hah , sure 't is the Captain .

Will .

Prithee , Child , let 's leave 'em to themselves , they 'l agree matters I 'le warrant them when they 're alone , and let us try how love and good nature will provide for us .

Aria .

Sure he cannot know me — us — pray who are you , and who am I ?

Will .

Whe look ye Child , I am a very honest civil fellow , for my part , and thou 'rt a Woman for thine ; and I desire to know no more at present .

Aria .

't is he , and knows not me to be the same he appointed to day — Sir , pursue that Path on your right hand , that Grove of Orange Trees , and I 'le follow you immediately .

Will .

Kind and Civil — prithee make haste , dear Child .

Ex. Will . Beau .

And did you come to call me back again ? Lovingly .

La Nu .

No matter , you 're to be marry'd , Sir —

Beau .

No more , 't is true , to please my Uncle , I have talk'd of some such thing ; but I 'le pursue it no farther , so thou wilt yet be mine , and mine entirely — I hate this Ariadne — for a Wife — by Heaven I do .

Aria .

A very plain Confession . Claps him on the back .

Beau .

Ariadne !

La Nu .

I 'me glad of this , now I shall be rid of him . Aside .

— how is 't , Sir , I see you struggle hard 'twixt Love and Honour , and I 'le resign my place —

Offers to go , Ariadne pulls her back . Aria .

Hold , if she take him not away I shall disappoint my Man — faith I 'le not be out-done in Generosity .

Gives him to La Nuche .

Here — Love deserves him best — and I resign him — Pox on 't I 'me honest , tho that 's no fault of mine ; 't was fortune who has made a worse exchange , and you and I should suit most damnably together . To Beau .

Beau .

I am sure there 's something in the Wind , she being in the Garden , and the door left open . Aside .

— yes , I believe you are willing enough to part with me , when you expect another you like better .

Aria .

I 'me glad I was before-hand with you then .

Beau .

Very good , and the Door was left open to give admittance to a Lover .

Aria .

't is visible it was to let one in to you , false as you are .

La Nu .

Faith , Madam , you mistake my constitution , my Beauty and my business , is only to be belov'd not to Love ; I leave that slavery for you Women of Quality , who must invite , or die without the blessing , for likely the fool you make choice of wants wit or confidence to ask first ; you are fain to whistle before the Dogs will fetch and carry , and then too they approach by stealth : and having done the Drudgery , the submissive Curs are turn'd out for fear of dirtying your Apartment , or that the Mungrels should scandalize ye .

While'st all my Lovers of the noble kind , throng to adore and fill my presence daily , gay , as if each were triumphing for Victory .

Aria .

Ay this is something ; what a poor sneaking thing an honest Woman is .

La Nu .

— And if we chance to Love still there 's a difference , your hours of Love are like the deeds of darkness , and mine like chearful Birds in open day .

Aria .

You may , you have no Honour to lose .

La Nu .

Or if I had , why should I double the sin by Hypocrisie . Lucia squeaks within , crying , help , help .

Aria .

Heavens , that 's Lucias voice .

Beau .

Hah , more Caterwauling ?

Enter Lucia in haste . Luci .

Oh , Madam , we 're undone , and , Sir , for Heavens sake do you retire .

Beau .

What 's the matter ?

Luci .

Oh you have brought the most villainous mad friend with you — he found me sitting on a bank — and did so ruffle me .

Aria .

Death , she takes Beaumond for the Stranger , and will ruin me .

Luci .

Nay , made Love so loud , that my Lord your Father-in-law , who was in his Cabinet , heard us from the Orange-Grove , and has sent to search the Garden — and should he find a Stranger with you — do but you retire , Sir , and all 's well — yet

To Beaumond . Aria .

The Devil 's in her tongue . Aside .

Luci .

For if Mr. Beaumond be in the House , we shall have the Devil to do with his Jealousie .

Aria .

So , there 't is out .

Beau .

She takes me for another — I am Jilted every where — what friend ? — I brought none with me .

— Madam , do you retire — To La Nuche .

La Nu .

Glad of my freedom too — Goes out .

A clashing of Swords within . Enter Willm . fighting , prest back by 3 or 4 men and Abevile , Aria . and Luc . run out . Beau .

Hah , set on by odds ; hold , tho thou be'st my Rival , I will free thee , on condition thou wilt meet me to morrow Morning in the Piazzo by day break .

Puts himself between their Swords , and speaks to Will . aside . Will .

By Heaven I 'le do it .

Beau .

Retire in safety then , you have your pass .

Abev .

Fall , fall on , the number is increas'd . Fall on Beau .

Beau .

Rascals do you not know me .

Falls in with 'em and beats 'em back . and Ex. with them . Will .

Nay , and you be so well acquainted I 'le leave you — unfortunate still I am ; my own well meaning , but ill management , is my eternal foe : Plague on 'em , they have wounded me — yet not one drop of blood 's departed from me that warm'd my heart for Woman ! and I 'me not willing to quit this Fairy-ground till some kind Devil have been civil to me .

Enter Ariadne and Lucia . Aria .

I say , 't is he : thou 'st made so many dull mistakes to Night , thou darest not trust thy senses when they 'r true —

— how do you , Sir —

Will .

That voice has comfort in 't , for 't is a Womans : hah , more interruption ?

Aria .

A little this way , Sir .

Ex. Aria . and Will . into the Garden . Enter Beaumond , Abevile in a submissive posture . Beau .

No more excuses — by all these circumstances , I know this Ariadne is a Gypsie . What difference then between a money-taking Mistriss and her that gives her Love , only perhaps this sins the closer by 't , and talks of Honour more : What fool wou'd be a slave to empty name , or value Woman for dissembling well — I 'le to La Nuche — the honester o' th' two —

Abevile — get me my Musick ready , and attend me at La Nuches . Ex. severally .

Luci .

He 's gone , and to his Mistriss too .

Enter Ariadne pursu'd by Willmore . Will .

My little Daphne , 't is in vain to fly , unless like her you cou'd be chang'd into a Tree : Apollo's self pursu'd not with more eager fire than I. Holds her .

Aria .

Will you not grant a Parly e're I yield —

Will .

I 'me better at a Storm .

Aria .

Besides , you 're wounded too .

Will .

Oh leave those wounds of Honour to my Surgeon , thy business is to Cure those of Love : your true bred Soldier ever fights with the more heat for a Wound or too .

Aria .

Hardly in Venus Wars .

Will .

Her self ne're thought so when she snacht her joys between the rough Incounters of the God of War . Come , let 's pursue the business we came for : see the kind Night invites , and all the ruffling Winds are husht and still , only the Zeaphiers spread their tender Wings , courting in gentle murmurs the gay Boughs ; 't was in a Night like this , Diana taught the mysteries of Love to the fair Boy Endymion : I am plaguy full of History and Simily to Night —

Aria .

You see how well he far'd for being modest .

Will .

He might be modest , but 't was not over-civil to put her Goddessship to asking first ; thou seest I 'me better bred — come let 's haste to silent Grots that attend us , dark Groves where none can see — and murmuring Fountains .

Aria .

Stay , let me consider first , you are a stranger , inconstant too as Island Winds , and every day are Fighting for your Mistrisses , of which you 've had at least four since I saw you first . which is not a whole day .

Will .

I grant ye , before I was a Lover I ran at random , but I 'le take up now , be a patient Man , and keep to one Woman a Month .

Aria .

A Month !

Will .

And a fair reason , Child , time was , I wou'd have worn one Shirt , or one pair of Shoos so long as have let the Sun set twice upon the same sin ; but see the power of Love : thou hast bewitch'd me that's certain .

Aria .

Have a care of giving me the ascendant over ye , for fear I make ye marry me .

Will .

Hold , I bar that cast , Child ; no , I 'm none of those Spirits that can be conjur'd into a Wedding-ring , and dance in the dull Matrimonial Circle all my days .

Aria .

But what think you of a hundred thousand Crowns , and a Beauty of sixteen .

Will .

As of most admirable blessings — but harkye , Child , I am plaguily afraid thou art some scurvy honest thing of Quality by these odd Questions of thine , and hast some wicked design upon by Body .

Aria .

What , to have and to hold I 'le warrant .

— No faith , Sir , Maids of my Quality expect better Jointures than a Buff-coat , Scarf and Feather : such Portions as mine are better ornaments in a Family than a Captain and his Commission .

Will .

Whe well said , now thou hast explain'd thy self like a Woman of Honour — Come , come , let 's away .

Aria .

Explain'd my self ! how mean ye ?

Will .

— Thou say'st I am not fit to marry thee — and I believe this assignation was not made to tell me so , nor yet to hear me whistle to the Birds .

Aria .

Faith no , I saw you , lik'd ye , and had a mind to ye .

Will .

Ay Child —

Aria .

In short , I took ye for a man of Honour .

Will .

Nay , if I tell the Devil take me .

Aria .

I am a Virgin in distress .

Will .

Poor heart .

Aria .

To be marry'd within a day or two to one I like not .

Will .

Hum — and therefore wou'dst dispose of a small Virgin Treasure ( too good for silly Husbands ) in a friends hands : faith , Child , — I was ever a good Religious Charitable Christian , and shall acquit my self as honestly and piously in this affair as becomes a Gentleman .

Enter Abevile with Musick . Abev .

Come away , are ye all Arm'd for the business ?

Aria .

Hah , Arm'd , we are surpriz'd again .

Will .

Fear not . Draws .

Aria .

Oh God , Sir , haste away , you are already wounded ! but I conjure you , as a Man of Honour , be here at the Garden Gate to night again , and bring a friend , in case of danger , with you , and if possible I 'le put my self into your hands , for this nights work has ruin'd me — Speaking quick , and pushing him forwards runs off .

Abev .

— My Master sure not gone yet . Peeping advancing .

Will .

Rascals , tho you are odds , you 'le find hot work in vanquishing . Falls on ' em .

Abev .

Hold , Sir , I am your Page . Do you not know me ? and these the Musick you commanded — shall I carry 'em where you order'd , Sir ?

Will .

They take me for some other , this was lucky . Aside .

O , Aye — 't is well — I 'le follow — but whither ? — Plague of my dull mistakes , the Woman 's gone — yet stay — Calls ' em .

for now I think on 't , this mistake may help me to another — stay — I must dispose of this mad fire about me , which all these disappointments cannot lay — oh for some young kind sinner in the nick — how I cou'd souse upon her like a Bird of Prey , and worry her with kindness — go on , I follow . Go out .

SCENE Changes to La Nuches House . Enter Petronella and Aurelia with light . Aur .

Well , the Stranger is in Bed , and most impatiently expects our Patrona , who is not yet returned .

Pet .

Curse of this Love ! I know she 's in pursuit of this Rover , this English piece of Impudence ; Pox on 'em , I know nothing good in the whole race of 'em , but giving all to their shirts when they 're drunk : what shall we do , Aurelia ? this Stranger must not be put off , nor Carlo neither , who has fin'd again as if for a new Maidenhead .

Aur .

You are so covetous , you might have put 'em off , but now 't is too late .

Pet .

Put off , are these fools to be put off think ye , a fine fop English-man , and an old doating Grandee ? — no , I cou'd put the old trick on 'em still , had she been here but to have entertain'd 'em : but hark , one knocks , 't is Carlo on my life —

Enter Carlo , gives Petronella Gold . Carl .

Let this plead for me —

Pet .

Sweet Don — you are the most Eloquent person —

Carl .

I would regale to Night — I know it is not mine , but I 've sent five hundred Crowns to purchase it , because I saw anoother bargaining for 't ; and persons of my Quality must not be refus'd : you apprehend me .

Pet .

Most rightly — that was the reason then she came so out of humor home — and is gone to Bed in such a sullen fit —

Carl .

To Bed , and all alone ? — I wou'd surprise her there : Oh how it pleases me to think of stealing into her Arms like a fine dream , wench , hah .

Aur .

't will be a pleasant one no doubt .

Pet .

He lays the way out how he 'l be couzen'd — Aside .

The Seigniora perhaps may be angry , Sir , but I 'le venture that to accommodate you , and that you may surprise her the more readily , be pleas'd to stay in my Chamber , 'till you think she may be asleep .

Carl .

Thou art a perfect Mistriss of thy Trade .

Pet .

So , now will I to the Seignioras Bed my self , drest and perfum'd , and finish two good works at once ; earn five hundred Crowns , and keep up the honour of the House — softly sweet Don . Lights him out .

Aur .

And I will do two more good things , disappoint your expectations ; Jilt the young English fool , and have old Carlo well bang'd , if 'tother have any Courage .

Enter La Nuche in Rage , and Sancho . La Nu .

Aurelia , help , help me to be reveng'd upon this wretched unconsidering heart .

Aur .

Heavens , have you made the Rover happy , Madam ?

La Nu .

Oh wou'd I had , or that or any sin wou'd change this rage into some easier passion : sickness and poverty , disgrace and pity , all met in one , were kinder than this Love , this raging fire of a proud amorous heart .

Enter Petronella . Pet .

Heavens , what 's the matter ?

Aur .

Here 's Petronella , dissemble but your rage a little .

La Nu .

Damn all dissembling now , it is too late — the Tyrant Love reigns absolute within , and I 'm lost , Aurelia .

Pet .

How , Love ! forbid it Heaven ! will Love maintain ye ?

La Nu .

Curse on your Maxims , will they ease my heart ? Can your wise Counsel fetch me back my Rover ?

Pet .

Hah , your Rover , a Pox upon him .

La Nu .

He 's gone — gone to the Arms of some gay generous Maid , who Nobly follows Loves diviner Dictates , whil'st I 'gainst Nature studying thy dull precepts ; and to be base and infamously rich , have barter'd all the joys of human Life — oh give me Love ! I will be poor and Love !

Pet .

She 's lost — but hear me —

La Nu .

I won't , from Childhood thou hast trained me up in cunning , read Lectures to me of the use of Man , but kept me from the knowledg of the right ; taught me to Jilt , to flatter and deceive , and hard it was to learn th' ungrateful Lessons : but oh how soon plain Nature taught me Love ! and show'd me all the cheat of thy false Tenents — no — give me Love with any other Curse .

Pet .

But who will give you that when you are poor ? when you are wretchedly despis'd and poor —

La Nu .

Hah —

Pet .

Do you not daily see — fine Cloaths , rich Furniture , Jewels and Plate are more inviting than Beauty unadorn'd : be old , diseas'd , deform'd , be any thing , so you be rich and splendidly attended , you 'l find your self Lov'd and Ador'd by all — but I 'm an old fool still — well , Petronella , hadst thou been half as industrious in thy Youth as in thy Age — thou hadst not come to this — Weeps .

La Nu .

She 's in the right .

Pet .

What can this mad poor Captain do for you , love you whil'st you can buy him Britches , and then leave you ; a Woman has a sweet time on 't with any Soldier Lover of 'em all , with their Iron minds and Buff hearts : feather'd Inamorato's have nothing that belongs to Love but his Wings , the Devil clip 'em for Petronella —

La Nu .

True — he can ne're be constant . Pausing .

Pet .

Heaven forbid he should , no , if you are so unhappy as that you must have him ; give him a Night or two and pay him for 't , and send him to feed again : but for your heart , 'Sdeath , I would as soon part with my Beauty or Youth , and as necessary a tool 't is for your Trade — a Curtezan and Love ! — but all my Counsel 's thrown away upon ye . Weeps .

La Nu .

No more , I will be rul'd — I will be wise , be rich , and since I must yield somewhere and some tim● Beaumond shall be the Man , and this the Night ; he 's handsom , young , and lavishly profuse : this Night he comes , and I 'le submit to Interest . Let the Gilded Apartment be made ready , and strew it o're with Flowers , adorn my Bed of State ; let all be fine : Perfume my Chamber like the Phenix's Nest , I 'le be luxurious in my Pride to Night , and make the Amorous Prodigal Youth my Slave .

Pet .

Nobly resolv'd , and for these other two who wait your coming , let me alone to manage . Goes out .

SCENE changes to a Chamber , discovers Fetherfool in Bed . Feth.

This Gentlewoman is plaguy long in coming — some nicety now ; some Perfum'd Smock , or Point Night-cloaths to make her more lovely in my eyes : well , these Women are right City Cooks , they stay so long to garnish the Dish 'till the meat be cold — but hark , the Door opens —

Enter Carlo softly , half undrest . Car .

This Wench stays long , and Love's impatient ; this is the Chamber of La Nuche , I take it : if she be awake I 'le let her know who I am , if not , I 'le steal a joy before she thinks of it .

Feth.

Sure 't is she , pretty modest Rogue , she comes i' th' dark to hide her blushes — hum , I 'm plaguy Eloquent o' th , suddain — Who 's there Whispering .

Carl .

't is I , 't is I , my Love —

Feth.

Hah , sweet Soul , make haste : there 't was again .

Carl .

So kind , sure she takes me for some other , or has some inkling of my design — To himself .

Where are you sweetest ?

Feth.

Here my Love , give me your hand —

Puts out his hand , Carlo kneels and kisses it . Carl .

Here let me worship the fair shrine before I dare approach so fair a Saint — Kissing the hand .

Feth.

Hah , what a Pox have we here — wou'd I were well out o' th' 'tother side — perhaps 't is her Husband , and then I 'm a dead Man if I 'm discover'd .

Removes to 'tother side , Carlo holds his hand . Carl .

Nay , do not fly — I know you took me for some happier person — Feth. struggles , Carl . rises , and takes him in his Arms and kisses him .

Feth.

What will you ravish me ? In a shrill voice .

Carl .

Hah , that voice is not La Nuches — Lights there , Lights .

Feth.

Nay , I can hold a Bearded Venus , Sir , as well as any Man . Holds Carlo .

Carl .

What art thou , Rogue , Villain , Slave ?

They fall to Cuffs , and fight 'till they are bloody , fall from the Bed , and fight on the Floor . Enter Petronella , Sancho , and Aurelia . Pet .

Heaven , what noise is this — we are undone , part 'em Sancho . They part ' em .

Feth.

Give me my Sword ; nay , give me but a knife , that I may cut yon fellow's Throat —

Carl .

Sirra , I 'm a Grandee , and a Spaniard , and will be reveng'd .

Feth.

And I 'm an English-man , and a Justice , and will have Law , Sir .

Pet .

Say 't is her Husband , or any thing to get him hence .

Aside to Sancho , who whispers him .

— these English , Sir , are Devils , and on my life 't is unknown to the Seigniora that he 's i' th' House . To Carlo aside .

Carl .

Come , I 'm abus'd , but I must put it up for fear of my Honour ; a States-man's reputation is a tender thing : Convey me out the back way . I 'le be reveng'd . Goes out .

Feth.

( Aurelia aside to him whispers ) How , her Husband ; prithee convey me out : my Cloaths , my Cloaths quickly —

Aur .

Out , Sir , he has lock'd the door , and designs to have ye murther'd .

Feth.

Oh gentle Soul — take pity on me — where , oh what shall I do ? — my Cloaths , my Sword and Money .

Aur .

Quickly , Sancho , tye a Sheet to the Window , and let him slide down by that — be speedy , and we 'l throw your Cloaths out after ye : here , follow me to the Window —

Feth.

Oh , any whither , any whither ; that I could not be warn'd from Whoring in a strange Country , by my friend Ned Blunt's Example — if I can but keep it fecret now , I care not —

Exeunt .
SCENE the Street , a Sheet ty'd to the Ballcony , and Feth. sitting cross to slide down . Feth.

So — now your Neck or your Throat , chuse ye either , wise Mr. Nicholas Fetherfool — but stay , I hear Company : now dare not I budg an inch .

Enter Beaumond alone . Beau .

Where can this Rascal , my Page , be all this while , I waited in the Piazzo so long that I believ'd he had mistook my order , and gone directly to La Nuches House — but here 's no sign of him —

Feth.

Hah — I hear no noise , I 'le venture down .

Goes half-way down and stops . Enter Abevile , Musick , and Willmore . Will .

Whither will this Boy conduct me — but since to a Woman , no matter whither ' t is .

Feth.

Hah , more Company : now dare not I stir up nor down , they may be Bravoes to cut my Throat .

Beau .

Oh sure these are they —

Will .

Come , my heart , lose no time , but tune your Pipes .

Harliquin plays on his Guittar , and sings . Beau .

How , sure this is some Rival . Goes near and listens .

Will .

Harkye , Child , hast thou ne're an Amorous Ditty , short and sweet , hah —

Abev .

Shall I not sing that you gave me , Sir —

Will .

I shall spoil all with hard Questions — Ay , Child — that , that — The Boy sings , Beau . listens , and seems angry the while .

SONG . A Pox upon this needless Scorn , Silvia for shame the Cheat give o're , The end to which the fair are born , Is not to keep their Charms in store , But lavishly dispose in haste , Of Joys which none but Youth improve ; Joys which decay when Beauty's past : And who when Beauty's past will Love . When Age those Glories shall deface , Revenging all your cold disdain , And Silvia shall neglected pass , By every once admiring Swain ; And we can only pity pay , When you in vain too late shall burn : If Love increase , and Youth delay , Ah , Silvia , who will make return ? Then haste , my Silvia , to the Grove , Where all the sweets of May conspire , To teach us every Art of Love , And raise our Charms of Pleasure higher ; Where whil'st imbracing , we should lie Loosely in Shades , on Banks of Flowers : The Duller World whil'st we defie , Years will be Minutes , Ages Hours .
Beau .

'Sdeath , that 's my Pages voice : who the Devil is 't that Ploughs with my Heifer !

Aur .

Don Henrick , Don Henrick —

The Door opens , Beau . goes up to 't ; Will . puts him by , and offers to go in , he pulls him back . Will .

How now , what intruding Slave art thou ?

Beau .

What Thief art thou that basely , and by dark , rob'st me of all my rights ? Strikes him , they fight , and blows light on Fetherfool who hangs down .

Sancho throws Feth. Cloaths out , Harliquin takes 'em up in confusion ; they fight out Beaumond , all go off , but Will . gets into the House : Harliquin and Feth. remain . Feth. gets down , runs against Har . in the dark , both seem frighted . Harl .

Que questo .

Feth.

Ah , un pouer dead Home , murther'd , kill'd .

Harl .

( In Itallian ) You are the first dead Man I ever saw walk .

Feth.

Hah , Seignior Harliquin !

Harl .

Seigniore Nicholas !

Feth.

A Pox Nicholas ye , I have been mall'd and beaten within doors , and hang'd and bastinado'd without doors , lost my Cloaths , my Money , and all my moveables ; but this is nothing to the secret taking Air : Ah , dear Seignior , convey me to the Mountibanks , there I may have recruit and Cure under one —

The End of the Fourth Act.
ACT V.
Scene I. A Chamber , La Nuche on a Couch in an undress , Willmore at her Feet , on his knees , all unbrac'd : his Hat , Sword , &c. on the Table at which she is dressing her Head . WIll . Oh Gods ! no more ! I see a yielding in thy Charming Eyes , The Blushes on thy face , thy trembling Arms , Thy panting Breast , and short breath'd Sighs confess , Thou wo't be mine , in spight of all thy Art. La Nu .

What need you urge my tongue then to repeat what from my eyes you can so well interpret .

Bowing down her head to him , and sighing .

— or if — it must — dispose — me as you please —

Will . Heaven , I thank thee ! Rises with joy . — Who wou'd not Plough an Age in Winter Seas , Or wade seven long years in ruder Camps , To find out this rest at last — Leans on , and kisses her Bosom . Upon thy tender Bosom to repose ; To gaze upon thy eyes , and taste thy balmy kisses Kisses her . — Sweeter than everlasting Groves of Spices , When the soft Winds display the opening Buds : — Come , haste , my Soul , to Bed — La Nu .

You can be soft I find when you wou'd Conquer absolutely —

Will . Not Infant Angels , not young sighing Cupids Can be more ; this Ravishing joy that thou hast promis'd me , Has form'd my Soul to such a calm of Love , It melts even at my eyes — La Nu . What have I done ; that promise will undo me : — This Chamber was prepar'd , and I was drest To give admittance to another Lover . Will . But Love and Fortune both were on my side — Come , come to Bed — consider nought but Love — They going out one knocks . La Nu . Hark! ( Beau . without ) By Heav'n I will have entrance — La Nu .

't is he whom I expect : as thou lov'st life and me , retire a little into this Closet —

Will .

Hah , retire —

La Nu . He 's the most fiercely jealous of his Sex , And disappointment will inrage him more . Will . Death , let him rage whoe're he be ; do'st think I 'le hide me from him , and leave thee to his Love ? Shall I pent up through the thin Wainscot hear Your sighs , your amorous words and sound of kisses ? No , if thou canst couzen me , do 't but discreetly , And I shall think thee true : I have thee now , and when I tamely part with thee , may Cowards Huff and Bully me . Knocks again . La Nu . And must I be undone because I love ye ? This is the Mine from whence I fetcht my Gold ! Will . Damn the base trash , I 'le have thee poor , and mine ; 't is nobler far , to starve with him thou lov'st , Than gay without , and pining all within . Knocking breaking the door , Will . snatches up his Sword . La Nu .

Heavens , here will be murther done — he must not see him .

As Beau . breaks open the Door , she runs away with the Candle , they are by dark , Beau . enters with his Sword drawn . Will .

What art thou ?

Beau . A Man . They fight . Enter Petron . with Light , La Nuche following , Beau . runs to her . — Oh thou false Woman , falser than thy smiles , Which serve but to delude good natur'd man , And when thou hast him fast , betray'st his heart . Will .

Beaumond !

Beau . Willmore ! Is it with thee that I must tug for Empire ? For I lay claim to all this World of Beauty . Takes La Nuche , looking with scorn on Willmore . La Nu .

Heavens , how got this Ruffian in .

Will .

Hold , hold , dear Harry , lay no hands on her till thou canst make thy claim good .

Beau .

She 's mine , by bargain mine , and that 's sufficient .

Will .

In Law perhaps , it may for ought I know , but 't is not so in Love ; but thou 'rt my friend , and I 'le therefore give thee fair Play — if thou canst win her take her : but a Sword and a Mistriss are not to be lost if a man can keep ' em .

Beau . I cannot blame thee , thou but acts thy self — But thou fair Hypocrite , to whom I gave my heart , And this — exception made of all Man-kind ? Why would'st thou , as in malice to my Love , Give it the only wound that cou'd destroy it ? Will .

Nay , if thou didst forbid her loving me , I have her sure .

Beau . I yield him many Charms ; he 's nobly Born , Has Wit , Youth , Courage , all that takes the heart , And only wants what pleases Womens Vanity , Estate : the only good that I can boast , And that I sacrifice to buy thy smiles . La Nu .

See , Sir — here 's a much fairer Chapman — you may be gone — To Will .

Will .

Faith and so there is , Child , for me ; I carry all about me , and that , by Heaven , is thine : I 'le settle all upon thee but my Sword , and that will buy us bread . I've two led Horses too , one thou shalt manage , and follow me through dangers .

La Nu . A very hopeful comfortable life ; No , I was made for better Exercises . Will .

Whe every thing in its turn , Child , but a Man 's but a Man .

Beau . No more , but if thou valuest her , Leave her to ease and plenty . Will . Leave her to love , my dear ; one hour of right-down Love , is worth an Age of living dully on : What is 't to be adorn'd and shine with Gold , Drest like a God , but never know the pleasure . — No , no , I have much finer things in store for thee . Hugs her . La Nu . What shall I do ? here 's powerful Interest prostrate at my feet , Pointing to Beau . Glory , and all that vanity can boast ; — But there — Love unadorn'd , no covering but his Wings , To Will . No wealth , but a full Quiver to do mischiefs . Laughs at those meaner trifles — Aside . Beau . Mute as thou art , Are not these minutes mine ? But thou — ah false — hast dealt 'em out already , With all thy Charms of Love , to this unknown — Silence and guilty blushes say thou hast : He all disorder'd too , loose and undrest , With Love and Pleasure dancing in his eyes , Tell me too plainly how thou hast deceiv'd me . La Nu . Or if I have not 't is a trick soon done , And this ungrateful Jealousie wou'd put it in my head Angrily . Beau . Wou'd ! by Heaven thou hast — he is not to be fool'd , Be sooth'd into belief of distant Joys , as easie I have been ; I 've lost so kind an opportunity , Where night and silence both conspire with Love , Had made him rage like Waves blown up by Storms : — No more — I know he has — oh what , La Nuche . Robb'd me of all that I have languish'd for — La Nu .

If it were so , you should not dare believe it —

Angry turns away , he kneels and holds her . Beau . Forgive me ; oh so very well I love : Did I not know that thou hadst been a Whore , I 'de give thee the last proof of Love — and marry thee — Will . The last indeed — for there 's an end of Loving . — Do , marry him , and be curst by all his Family : Marry him , and ruin him , that he may curse thee too .

— But harkye , friend , this is not fair ; 't is drawing Sharps on a Man that 's only arm'd with the defensive Cudgel , I 'm for no such dead-doing Arguments : if thou 'rt for me , Child , it must be without the folly , for better for worse , there 's a kind of Non-sense in that Vow fools only swallow .

La Nu .

But when I've worn out all my Youth and Beauty , and suffer'd every ill of Poverty , I shall be compell'd to begin the World again without a Stock to set up with ; no faith , I 'm for a substantial Merchant in Love , who can repay the loss of time and Beauty : with whom to make one thriving Voyage sets me up for ever , and I need never put to Sea again .

Comes to Beau . Beau .

Nor be expos'd to storms of Poverty , the Indies shall come to thee — see here — this is the Merchandize my Love affords . Gives her Pearl , and Pendants of Diamond .

La Nu .

Look ye , Sir , will not these Pearls do better round my Neck than those kind Arms of yours ? these Pendants in my Ears than all the tales of Love you can whisper there ?

Will .

So — I am deceiv'd — deal on for trash — and barter all thy joys of Life for Baubles — this Night presents me one Adventure more — I 'le try thee once again inconstant Fortune , and if thou fail'st me then — I will forswear thee — Aside . — Death , hadst thou lov'd my friend for his own value , I had esteem'd thee ; but when this Youth and Beauty cou'd not plead , to be the mercenary Conquest of his Presents , was poor , below thy Wit : I cou'd have Conquer'd so , but I scorn thee at that rate — my Purse shall never be my Pimp — farewel , Harry —

Beau .

Thou 'st sham'd me out of folly — stay —

Will .

Faith — I have an Assignation — with a Woman — a Woman friend ! young as the infant day , and sweet as Roses e're the morning Sun — have kiss'd their Dew away — she will not ask me money neither .

La Nu .

Hah ! stay — Holds him and looks on him .

Beau .

She loves him , and her eyes betray her heart .

Will .

I am not for your turn , Child — Death , I shall lose my Mistriss fooling here — I must be gone —

She holds him , he shakes his head and sings .
No , no , I will not hire your Bed , Nor Tenant to your favours be ; I will not farm your white and red , You shall not let your love to me : I Court a Mistriss — not a Landlady . Bis .
Beau .

He 's in the right ; and shall I waste my Youth and Powerful fortune on one who all this while has Jilted me , seeing I was a lavish loving fool ! — no — this Soul and Body shall not be divided — Gives her to Will .

Will .

I am so much thy friend , another time I might be drawn to take a bad bargain off thy hands — but I have other business at present : wo't do a kind thing , Harry — lend me thy aid to carry off my Woman to Night , 't is hard by in the Piazzo , perhaps we may find resistance .

Beau .

My self and Sword are yours . I have a Chair waits below too may do you service .

Will .

I thank ye — Madam — your Servant —

La Nu .

Left by both ?

Beau .

You see our affairs are pressing —

Bows and smiles carelesly . Ex. Will . singing . La Nu .

Gone ! Where 's all your power , ye poor deluded eyes , Curse on your feeble fires that cannot warm a heart which every common Beauty kindles : oh — he is gone for ever —

Enter Petronella . Pet .

Yes he is gone , to your eternal ruin , not all the race of man cou'd have produc'd so bountiful and credulous a fool —

La Nu . No , never , fetch him back my Petronella : Bring me my wild inconstant or I die — Puts her out . Pet .

The Devil fetch him back for Petronella , is 't he you mean , you 've had too much of him : a Curse upon him , he 's ruin'd you .

La Nu .

He has , he shall , he must compleat my ruin .

Pet .

She raves , the Rogue has given her a Spanish Philtre .

La Nu .

My Coach , my Veil — or let 'em all alone ; undrest thus loosely to the Winds commit me to darkness , and no guide but pittying Cupid . Going out Pet . holds her .

Pet .

What , are your mad ?

La Nu .

As Winds let loose , or Storms when they rage high .

Goes out . Pet .

She 's lost , and I 'le shift for my self , seize all her Money and Jewels , of which I have the Keys ; and if Seignior Mountibank keeps his word , be transform'd to Youth and Beauty again , and undoe this La Nuche at her own Trade — Goes in .

SCENE the Street . Enter Willmore , Beaumond , Chair following . Will .

Set down the Chair ; you 're now within call , I 'le to the Garden Door and see if any Lady bright appear — dear Beaumond , stay here a minute , and if I find occasion , I 'le give you the Word .

Beau .

't is hard by my Lodgings , if you want conveniences , I have the key of the back way through the Garden , whither you may carry your Mistriss .

Will .

I thank thee — let me first secure my Woman —

Goes out . Beau .

— I thought I 'd lov'd this false , this Jilting fair , even above my friendship ; but I find I can forgive this Rogue , though I am sure he 's robb'd me of my joys .

Enter Ariadne with a Casket of Jewels . Aria .

Not yet , a Devil on him , he 's dear hearting it with some other kind Damzel — faith 't is most wickedly done of me to venture my Body with a mad unknown fellow ; thus a little more delay will put me into a serious consideration , and I shall e'n go home again , sleep and be sober . She walks about .

Beau .

Hah , a Woman ! perhaps the same he looks for — I 'le counterfeit his voice and try my chance — fortune may set us even .

Aria .

Hah , is not that a man ? yes — and a Chair waiting .

She peeps . Beau .

Who 's there ?

Aria .

A Maid .

Beau .

A miracle — oh art thou come , Child .

Aria .

't is he , you are a civil Captain , are you not , to make a longing Maid expect thus . What Woman has detain'd you ?

Beau .

Faith , my dear , tho flesh and blood be frail , yet the dear hopes of thee has made me hold out with a Herculean courage , — stay , where shall I carry her , not to my own Apartment ; Ariadne may surprise me : I 'le to the Mountebank here i' th' Piazzo , he has a Cure for all things , even for longing Love , and for a Pistol or two will do reason .

— Hah , Company : here step into this Chair .

She goes in , they go off just as Will . enters . Will .

Hum , a Woman of Quality and Jilt me — Egad that 's strange now — well , who shall a Man trust in this wicked World !

Enter La Nuche as before . La Nu .

This should be he , he saunters about like an expecting Lover . Will . peeping and approaching .

Will .

By this Light a Woman , if she be the right — but right or wrong so she be Feminine : harkye , Child , I fancy thee some kind thing that belongs to me .

La Nu .

Who are you ? — In a low tone .

Will .

A wandering Lover that has lost his heart , and I have a shrewd guess 't is in thy dear Bosom , Child .

La Nu .

Oh you 're a pretty Lover , a Woman 's like to have a sweet time on 't , if you 're always so tedious .

Will .

By you bright Star-light , Child , I walk'd here in short turns like a Centinel , all this live long Evening , and was just going ( Gad forgive me ) to kill my self .

La Nu .

I rather think some Beauty has detain'd you : Have you not seen La Nuche ?

Will .

La Nuche ! — whe she 's a Whore — I hope you take me for a civiller Person , than to throw my self away on Whores , — No , Child , I lye with none but honest Women I : but no disputing now , come — to my Lodging , my dear — here 's a Chair waits hard by — Exeunt .

SCENE Willmore's Lodging . Enter Harliquin with Fetherfool's Cloaths on his Shoulder , leading him halting by one hand , Blunt ( drunk ) by the other by dark — Fetherfool bloody , his Coat put over his Shoulders . Feth.

Peano , Peano , Seignior , gently good Edward — for I 'le not halt before a Cripple ; I have lost a great part of my agil faculties .

Blu .

Ah — see the inconstancy of fickle fortune , Nicholas — a Man to day , and beaten to morrow : but take comfort , there 's many a proper fellow has been robb'd and beaten on this Highway of Whoring .

Feth.

Ay Ned , thou speak'st by woful experience — but that I should miscarry after thy wholsome documents ; but we are all Mortal as thou say'st , Ned — would I had never crost the Ferry from Croydon : a few such Nights as these wou'd learn a Man experience enough to be a Wizard , if he have but the ill luck to escape hanging .

Blu .

' Dshartlikins , I wonder in what Country our kinder Stars rule in England , plunder'd , sequester'd , imprison'd and banish'd ; in France starv'd , walking like the Sign of the Naked Boy , with Plimouth Cloaks in our hands : in Italy and Spain robb'd , beaten and thrown out at Windows .

Feth.

Well — how happy am I — in having so true a friend to condole me in affliction — Weeps . I am oblig'd to Seignior Harliquin too , for bringing me hither to the Mountebank's , where I shall not only conceal this Catastrophe from those fortunate Rogues our Comrades , but procure a little Album Grecum for my Backside , come , Seignior , my Cloaths — but Seignior — un Portavera Poco palauea . Dresses himself .

Harl .

Seignior .

Feth.

Entende vos Signoria Englesa ?

Harl .

Em Poco , em Poco , Seignior .

Feth.

Per quelq arts , Did your Seigniorship escape Cudgeling ?

Harl .

La art de transformatio .

Feth.

Transformatio — Whe , wer 't thou not born a Man ?

Harl .

No , Seignior , un vieule Famme .

Feth.

How , born an old Woman ?

Blu .

Good Lord ! born an old Woman ! and so by transformation became invulnerable .

Feth.

Ay — in — invulnerable — what would I give to be invulnerable : and Egad I am almost weary of being a Man , and subject to beating : wou'd I were a Woman , a Man has but an ill time on 't : if he has a mind to a Wench , the making Love is so plaguy tedious — then paying is to my Soul insupportable , but to be a Woman , to be Courted with presents , and have both the pleasure and the profit — to be without a Beard , and sing a fine treble — and squeak if the Men but kiss me — 't were fine — and what 's better , I am sure never to be beaten again .

Blu .

Pox on 't , do not use an old friend so scurvily ; consider the misery thou 't indure to have the heart and mind of a Jilting Whore possess thee : what a fit of the Devil must he suffer who Acts her part from fourteen to fourscore , no , 't is resolv'd thou remain Nicholas Fetherfool still , shalt marry the Monster , and laugh at Fortune .

Feth.

't is true , should I turn Whore to the disgrace of my Family — what wou'd the World say , Who wou'd have thought it , cries one ; I cou'd never have believ'd , cries another ; no , as thou say'st : I 'le remain as I am — marry and live honestly .

Blu .

Well resolv'd , I 'le leave you , for I was just going to Serenade my Fayrie Queen , when I met thee at the Door — some deeds of Gallantry must be perform'd , Seignior , Bonus Nochus .

Ex. Blunt . Enter Shift with Light . Feth.

Hah , a Light , undone !

Harl .

Patientia , Patientia , Seignior .

Shift .

Where the Devil can this Rogue Hunt be ; Just now all things are ready for marrying these two Monsters : they wait , the House is husht , and in the lucky minute to have him out of the way , sure the Devil owes me a spight .

Runs against Harliquin , puts out his Candle . Harl .

Que et la !

Shift .

't is Harliquin , Pox on 't , is 't you ?

Harl .

Peace , here 's Fetherfool , I 'le secure him , whil'st you go about your affair . Ex. Shift .

Feth.

Oh , I hear a noise , dear Harliquin secure me , if I am discover'd I am undone — hold , hold — here 's a Door —

They both go in .
SCENE changes to a Chamber , discovers the She-Giant asleep in a great great Chair . Enter Fetherfool and Harliquin .

— hah — my Lady Monster , have I to avoid Scylla run upon Caribdis — hah she sleeps ; now wou'd some magnanimous Lover make good use of this opportunity , take fortune by the fore-lock , put her to 't , and make sure work — but Egad he must have a better heart , or a better Mistriss than I.

Harl .

Try your strength , I 'le be civil and leave you .

In Italian he still speaks . Feth.

Excuse me , Seignior , I should crackle like a wicker Bottle in her Arms — no , Seignior , there 's no venturing without a grate between us ; the Devil wou'd not give her due Benevolence — no , when I 'm marry'd , I 'le e'ne show her a fair pair of Heels , her Portion will pay postage — but what if the Giant should carry her , that 's to be fear'd , then I have cock'd and drest , and feed and ventur'd all this while for nothing .

Harl .

Faith , Seignior , if I were you , I wou'd make sure of something , see how rich she is in Jems .

Feth.

Right , as thou say'st , I ought to make sure of something , and she is rich in Jems : How amiable looks that Neck with that delicious row of Pearls about it .

Harl .

She sleeps .

Feth.

Ay , she sleeps as 't were her last . What if I made bold to unrig her ? so if I miss the Lady , I have at least my charges paid , what vigorous Lover can resist her Charms —

Looks on her .

but shou'd she wake and miss it , and find it about me , I shou'd be hang'd — Turns away .

— so then , I lose my Lady too — but flesh and blood cannot resist — What if I left the Town ? then I lose my Lady still , and who wou'd lose a Hog for the rest of the Proverb — and yet a Bird in hand , friend Nicholas — yet sweet meat may have sour sauce — and yet refuse when fortune offers — yet honesty 's a Jewel — but a Pox upon Pride when folks go naked —

Harl .

Well said . Incouraging him by signs .

Feth.

Ay — I 'le do 't — but what remedy now against discovery and restitution —

Harl .

Oh , Sir , take no care , you shall — swallow ' em .

Feth.

How , swallow 'em , I shall ne're be able to do 't .

Harl .

I 'le show you , Seignior , 't is easie .

Feth.

' Gad that may be , 't were excellent if I cou'd do 't ; but first — by your leave . Unties the Necklace , breaks the string , and Harl . swallows one to show him .

Harl .

Look ye , that 's all —

Feth.

Hold , hold , Seignior , an you be so nimble , I shall pay dear for my Learning — let me see — friend Nicholas , thou hast swallow'd many a Pill for the Disease of the Body , let 's see what thou canst perform for that of the Purse . Swallows ' em .

— so — a comfortable business this — three or four thousand pound in Cordial Pearl : ' Sbud Mark Anthony was never so treated by his Egyptian Crocodile — hah , what noise is that ?

Harl .

Operator , Operator , Seignior .

Feth.

How , an Operator , whe what the Devil makes he here ? some Plot upon my Ladies Chastity ; were I given to be Jealous now , danger wou'd insue — oh , he 's entring , I wou'd not be seen for all the World : oh some place of refuge —

Looking about . Harl .

I know of none .

Feth.

Hah , what 's this — a Clock-Case —

Harl .

Good , good — look you , Sir , do you do thus , and 't is impossible to discover ye .

Goes into the Case and shows him how to stand ; then Fether . goes in , pulls off his Periwig , his Head out turning for the Minutes o' th' top : his Hand out , and his Finger pointing to a Figure . Enter Shift and Hunt . Feth.

Oh Heaven , he 's here .

Shift .

See where she sleeps ; get you about your business , see your own little Marmoset and the Priest be ready , that we may Marry and Consummate before day : and in the morning our friends shall see us abed together , give us the good morrow , and the work 's done . Ex. Hunt .

Feth.

Oh Traytor to my Bed , what a Hellish Plot 's here discover'd . Shift wakes the Giant .

Gia .

Oh are you come my sweetest ?

Feth.

Hah , the Mistriss of my Bosom false too ; ah , who wou'd trust faithless Beauty — oh that I durst speak —

Shift .

Come let 's away , your Uncle and the rest of the House are fast asleep , let 's away e're the two fools , Blunt and Fetherfool , arrive .

Gia .

Hang 'em Pigeon-hearted slaves —

Shift .

A Clock — let 's see what hour 't is —

Lifts up the light to see , Feth. blows it out .

— how ! betray'd — I 'le kill the Villain . Draws .

Feth.

Say you so , then 't is time for me to uncase .

Shift .

Have you your Lovers hid ?

Gets out all groping in the dark , Feth. gets the Giant by the Hand . Gia .

Softly or we 're undone ; give me your hand and be undeceiv'd .

Feth.

't is she , now shall I be reveng'd . Leads her out .

Shift .

What gone ! Death , has this Monster got the Arts of Woman . Harl . meets him in the dark and playstricks with him .

Ex. all . Enter Willmore and La Nuche by dark . Will .

Now we are safe and free let 's in my Soul , and gratefully first Sacrifice to Love , then to the Gods of Mirth and Wine , my dear . Ex. passing over the Stage .

Enter Blunt with Petronella , imbracing her , his Sword in his hand , and a Box of Jewels . Pet .

I was damnably afraid I was pursu'd . Aside .

Blu .

Something in the fray I've got , pray Heaven it prove a Prize , after my cursed ill luck of losing my Lady Dwarf : Why do you tremble fair one ? — you 're in the hands of an honest Gentleman , Adshartlikins .

Pet .

Alas , Sir , just as I approacht Seignior Doctor's Door , to have my self surrounded with naked Weapons , then to drop with the fear my Casket of Jewels , which had not you by chance stumbled on and taken up , I had lost a hundred thousand Crowns with it .

Blu .

Ha um — a hundred thousand Crowns — a pretty trifling sum — I 'le marry her out of hand .

Pet .

This is an English-man , of a dull honest Nation , and might be manag'd to advantage , were but I transform'd now .

Aside .

I hope you are a Man of Honour , Sir , I am a Virgin , fled from the rage of an incens'd Brother ; cou'd you but secure me with my Treasure , I wou'd be devoted yours .

Blu .

Secure thee , by this light , sweet Soul , I 'le marry thee : — Belluile's Lady ran just so away with him — this must be a Prize — Aside .

but hark — prithee , my Dear , step in a little , I 'le keep my good fortune to my self .

Pet .

See what trust I repose in your hands , those Jewels , Sir .

Blu .

So — there can be no Jilting here , I am secur'd from being couzen'd however . Ex. Pet .

Enter Fetherfool . Feth.

A Pox on all fools , I say , and a double Pox on all fighting fools ; just when I had miraculously got my Monster by a mistake in the dark , convey'd her out , and within a moment of marrying her , to have my friend set upon me and occasion my losing her , was a Catastrophe which none but thy termagant Courage ( which never did any man good ) cou'd have procur'd .

Blu .

' Dshartlikins I cou'd kill my self —

Feth.

To fight away a couple of such hopeful Monsters , and two Millions — ' owns , was ever Valour so improvident ?

Blu .

Your fighting made me mistake — for who the Pox wou'd have look'd for Nicholas Fetherfool in the person of a Hero .

Feth.

Fight , ' Sbud a Million of Money wou'd have provok'd a Bully ; besides , I took you for the damn'd Rogue my Rival .

Blu .

Just as I had finish'd my Serenade , and had put up my Pipes to be gone , out-stalk'd me your two-handed Lady , with a Man at her Girdle like a bunch of Keys , whom I taking for nothing less than some one who had some foul design upon the Gentlewoman , like a true Knight Errant , did my best to rescue her .

Feth.

Yes , yes , I feel you did , a Pox of your heavy hand .

Blu .

So whil'st we two were lovingly cuffing each other , comes the Rival , I suppose , and carry's off the Prize .

Feth.

Who must be Seignior Lucifer himself , he cou'd never have Vanisht with that Celerity else with such a carriage — but come , all we have to do is to raise the Mountebank and the Guardian , pursue the Rogues , have 'em hang'd by Law for a Rape and Theft , and then we stand fair again .

Blu .

Faith , you may if you please , but fortune has provided otherwise for me . Aside . Ex. Blu . and Feth.

Enter Beaumond and Ariadne . Beau .

Sure none lives here , or Thieves are broken in , the Doors are all left open .

Aria .

Pray Heaven this stranger prove but honest now .

Aside . Beau .

Now my dear Creature every thing conspires to make us happy , let us not defer it .

Aria .

Hold , dear Captain , I yield but on conditions , which are these — I give you up a Maid of Youth and Beauty , ten thousand Pound in ready Jewels here — three times the value in Estate to come , of which here be the Writings , you delivering me a handsom proper fellow , heart-whole and sound , that 's all — your Name I ask not till the Priest declare it , who is to seal the bargain : I cannot deceive , for I let you know I am Daughter-in-law to the English Ambassador .

Beau . Ariadne ! How vain is all Man's industry and care To make him accomplish'd ; When the gay fluttering fool , Or the half-witted rough unmanner'd brute , Aside . Who in plain terms comes right down to the business , Out-Rivals him in all his Love and Fortunes . Aria .

— Methinks you cool upon 't , Captain .

Beau .

Yes , Ariadne —

Aria .

Beaumond !

Beau .

Oh what a world of time have I mispent for want of being a Blockhead — 'Sdeath and Hell ,

Wou'd I had been some brawny ruffling fool , Some forward impudent unthinking sloven , A Womans tool ; for all besides unmanageable . — Come , swear that all this while you thought 't was I : The Devil has taught ye tricks to bring your falshood off . Aria .

Know 't was you ? no , faith , I took you for as errant a right-down Captain as ever Woman wisht for : and 't was uncivil Egad to undeceive me , I tell you that now .

Enter Willmore and La Nuche by dark , Will .

Thou art all Charms , a Heaven of sweets all over , plump smooth round Limbs , small rising Breasts , a Bosom soft and panting — I long to wound each sense : Lights there — who waits — there yet remains a Pleasure unpossest , the sight of that dear face . — Lights there — where are my Vermin ? Ex. Will .

Aria .

My Captain with a Woman — and is it so —

Enter Will . with Lights , sees Aria . and goes to her . Will .

By Heaven a glorious Beauty ! now a blessing on thee for showing me so dear a face — come , Child , let 's retire , and begin where we left off .

La Nu .

A Woman !

Aria .

Where we left off , pray , where was that good Captain ?

Will .

Within upon the Bed , Child — come — I 'le show thee —

Beau .

Hold , Sir .

Will .

Beaumond come fit to celebrate my happiness : ah such a Woman friend !

Beau .

Do ye know her ?

Will .

All ore , to be the softest sweetest Creature —

Beau .

I mean , do ye know who she is ?

Will .

Nor care ; 't is the last Question I ever ask a fine Woman .

Beau .

And you are sure you are thus well acquainted .

Will .

I cannot boast of much acquaintance — but I have pluckt a Rose from her Bosom — or so — and given it her again — we 've past the hour of the Berjere together , that 's all —

Beau .

And do you know — this Lady is my — Wife ?

Draw . Will .

Hah ! hum , hum , hum , hum —

Turns and sings , sees La Nuche , and returns quick with an uneasie Grimace . Beau .

Did you not hear me — Draw .

Will .

Draw , Sir — what — on my friend .

Beau .

On your Cuckold , Sir , for so you 've doubly made me : Draw , or I 'le kill thee — Passes at him , he fences with his Hat , La Nu . holds Beau .

Will .

Hold , prithee hold —

La Nu .

Put up your Sword , this Lady 's innocent , at least in what concerns this Evenings business : I own — with Pride I own I am the Woman that pleas'd so well to Night .

Will .

La Nuche ! kind Soul to bring me off with so handsom a lie : how lucky 't was she happen'd to be here .

Beau .

False as thou art , why shou'd I credit thee ?

La Nu .

By Heav'n , 't is true , I will not lose the glory on 't .

Will .

Oh the dear Perjur'd Creature , how I Love thee for this dear lying Vertue — harkye , Child , hast thou nothing to say for thy self to help us out withal ? — To Aria . aside .

Aria .

I ! I renounce ye — false Man .

Beau .

Yes , yes , I know she 's innocent of this , for which I owe no thanks to either of you , but to my self who mistook her in the dark .

La Nu .

And you it seems mistook me for this Lady ; I favour'd your design to gain your heart , for I was told , that if this Night I lost you , I shou'd never regain you : now I am yours , and o're the habitable World will follow you , and live and starve by turns as fortune pleases .

Will .

Nay , by this light , Child , I knew when once thou 'dst try'd me , thou 'dst ne'r part with me — give me thy hand , no poverty shall part us . Kisses her .

— so — now here 's a bargain made without the formal foppery of Marriage .

La Nu .

Nay , faith Captain , she that will not take thy word as soon as the Parsons of the Parish deserves not the blessing .

Will .

Thou art reform'd , and I adore the change .

Enter the Guardian , Blunt and Fetherfool . Guar .

My Nieces stoln , and by a couple of the Seigniors Men ! the Seignior fled too , undone , undone .

Will .

Hah , now 's my Cue ; I must finish this Jest . Goes out .

Enter Shift and Giant , Hunt and Dwarf . Guar .

Oh impudence , my Nieces , and the Villains with 'em ; I charge ye Gentlemen to lay hold on ' em .

Dwa .

For what , good Uncle , for being so couragious to marry us .

Guar .

How , married to Rogues , Rascals , John Potages !

Blu .

Who the Devil wou'd have look'd for Jilting in such Hobgoblins ?

Feth.

And hast thou deceiv'd me , thou foul filthy Synagogue .

Enter Willmore like a Mountebank as before . Blu .

The Mountebank ! oh thou cheating Quack , thou sophisticated adulterated Villain .

Feth.

Thou couzening , lying , fortune-telling , fee-taking Rascal .

Blu .

Thou Jugling , Conjuring , Canting Rogue !

Will .

What 's the matter , Gentlemen ?

Blu .

Hast thou the impudence to ask who took my money to marry me to this ill-favour'd Baboon .

Feth.

And me to this foul filthy o're-grown Chronacle .

Blu .

And hast suffered Rogues , thy Servants , to marry 'em : Sirra , I will beat thee past Cure of all thy hard-nam'd Drugs , thy Guzman Medicines .

Feth.

Nay , I 'le Peach him in the Inquisition for a Wizard , and have him hang'd for a Witch .

Shift .

Sir , we are Gentlemen , and you shall have the thirds of their Portion , what wou'd you more . Aside to the Guar .

Look ye , Sir . Pulls off their Disguise .

Blu .

Hunt !

Feth.

Shift ! we are betray'd ! all will out to the Captain .

Will .

He shall know no more of it than he does already for me , Gentlemen . Pulls of his Disguise .

Blu .

Willmore !

Feth.

Ay , ay , 't is he .

Blu .

Draw , Sir — you know me —

Will .

— For one that 't is impossible to couzen .

All Laugh . Beau .

Have a care , Sir , we are all for the Captain .

Feth.

As for that , Sir , we fear ye not , de see , were you Hercules and all his Mermidons . Draws , but gets behind .

Will .

Fools , put up your Swords , fools , and do not publish the Jest ; your money you shall have again , on condition you never pretend to be wiser than your other men , but modestly believe you may be couzen'd as well as your Neighbours .

The Guardian talking with Hunt and Shift and Giant this while . Feth.

La you , Ned , why shou'd friends fall out ?

Blu .

Couzen'd , it may be not , Sir , for look ye , Sir , the Essex fool , the couzen'd dull Rogue can show moveables or so — nay , they are right too — Shows his Jewels .

This is no Naples Adventure , Gentlemen , no Copper Chains ; all substantial Diamonds , Pearls and Rubies —

Will . takes the Casket and looks in it . La Nu .

Hah , do not I know that Casket , and those Jewels .

Feth.

How the Pox came this Rogue by these ?

Will .

Hum , Edward , I confess you have redeem'd your reputation , and shall hereafter pass for a Wit — by what good fortune came you by this treasure ? — what Lady ? —

Blu .

Lady , Sir ! alas no , I am a fool , a Country fop , an ass , I ; but that you may perceive your selves mistaken , Gentlemen , this is but an earnest of what 's to come , a small token of remembrance , or so — and yet I have no Charms , I ; the fine Captain has all the Wit and Beauty — but thou 'rt my friend , and I 'le impart .

Brings out Petronella Veil'd . Enter Aurelia and Sancho . Aur .

Hither we trac'd her , and see she 's yonder .

San .

Sir , in the Kings Name lay hold of this old cheat ; she has this Night robb'd our Patrona of a hundred thousand Crowns in Money and Jewels .

Blu .

Hah ! Gets from her .

La Nu .

You are mistaken , friend Sancho , she only seiz'd 'em for my use , and has deliver'd 'em in trust to my friend the Captain .

Pet .

Hah , La Nuche !

Blu .

How ! couz'nd again !

Will .

Look ye , Sir , she 's so Beautiful , you need no Portion , that alone 's sufficient for a Wit .

Feth.

Much good may do you with your rich Lady , Edward .

Blu .

Death , this fool laugh at me too — well , I am an errant right-down Logerhead , a dull conceited couzen'd silly fool , and he that ever takes me for any other , ' Dshartlikins , I 'le beat him : I forgive you all , and will henceforth be good natur'd : wo't borrow any money , Pox on 't , I 'le lend as far as e're 't will go , for I am now reclaim'd .

Guar .

Here is a Necklace of Pearl lost , which , Sir , I lay to your Charge . To Fetherfool .

Feth.

Hum , I was bewitcht I did not rub off with it when it was mine — who I , if e're I saw a Necklace of Pearl , I wish 't were in my Belly .

Blu .

How , a Necklace , unconscionable Rogue , not to let me share , well there is no friendship in this World : I hope they 'l hang him .

Shift .

He 'l ne'r confess without the Rack — come , we 'l toss him in a Blanket .

Feth.

Hah , toss me in a Blanket , that will turn my Stomach most villainously , and I shall disimbogue and discover all .

Shift .

Come , come , the Blanket . They lay hold of him .

Feth.

Hold , hold , I do confess , I do confess —

Shift .

Restore , and have your Pardon .

Feth.

That is not in Nature at present , for Gentlemen , I have eat ' em .

Shift .

'Sdeath , I 'le dissect ye . Goes to Draw .

Will .

Let me redeem him ; here Boy , take him to my Chamber , and let the Doctor Glyster him soundly , and I 'le warrant you your Pearl again .

Feth.

If this be the end of Travelling , I 'le e'ne to old England again , take the Covenant , get a Sequestrators place , grow rich , and defie all Cavaliering .

Beau .

't is Morning , let 's home , Ariadne , and try , if possible , to love so well to be content to marry ; if we find that amendment in our hearts , to say we dare believe and trust each other , then let it be a match .

Aria .

With all my heart .

Will .

You have a hankering after Marriage still , but I am for Love and Gallantry .

So tho by several ways we gain our End , Love still , like Death , does to one Center tend .
FINIS .