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HORAT.
| Manly Of an honest, surly, nice humor, suppos'd first, in the time of the Dutch War, to have procur'd the Command of a Ship, out of Honour, not Interest; and choosing a Sea-life, only to avoid the World. | Mr. Hart. |
| Freeman Manly's Lieutenant, a Gentleman well Educated, but of a broken-Fortune, a Complyer with the Age. | Mr. Kynaston. |
| Vernish Manly's Bosome, and onely Friend. | Mr. Griffin. |
| Novell A pert railing Coxcomb, and an Admirer of Novelties, makes Love to Olivia. | Mr. Clark. |
| Major Oldfox An old impertinent Fop, given to Scribling, makes Love to the Widow Blackacre. | Mr. Cartwright. |
| My Lord Plausible A Ceremonious Supple, Commending Coxcomb, in Love with Olivia. | Mr. Haines. |
| Jerry-Blackacre A true raw Squire under Age, and his Mothers Government, bred to the Law. | Mr. Charlton. |
| Olivia, Manly's Mistriss. | Mrs. Marshall. |
| Fidelia In Love with Manly, and follow'd him to Sea in Man's Cloaths. | Mrs. Boutell. |
| Eliza Cousin to Olivia. | Mrs. Knep. |
| Letice Olivia's Woman. | Mrs. Knight. |
| The Widow Blackacre A petulant, litigious Widow, alwayes in Law, and Mother to Squire Jerry. | Mrs. Cory. |
| Lawyers, Knights of the Post, Bayliffs, an Alderman, a Booksellers Prentice, a Footboy, Sailors, Waiters, and Attendants. |
Madam,
Tho I never had the Honour to receive a Favour from
you, nay, or be known to you, I take the confidence of
an Author to write to you a Billiet doux Dedicatory;
which is no new thing, for by most Dedications it appears,
that Authors, though they praise their Patrons from top to
toe, and seem to turn 'em inside out, know 'em as little, as sometimes
their Patrons their Books, tho they read 'em out; and if the
Poetical Daubers did not write the name of the Man or Woman on
top of the Picture, 'twere impossible to guess whose it were. But
you, Madam, without the help of a Poet, have made your self
known and famous in the World; and, because you do not want
it, are therefore most worthy of an Epistle Dedicatory. And this
Play claims naturally your Protection, since it has lost its Reputation
with the Ladies of stricter lives in the Play-house; and (you
know) whem mens endeavours are discountenanc'd and refus'd,
by the nice coy Women of Honour, they come to you, To you the
Great and Noble Patroness of rejected and bashful men, of which
number I profess my self to be one, though a Poet, a Dedicating
Poet; To you I say, Madam, who have as discerning a
judgment, in what's obscene or not, as any quick-sighted civil
Person of 'em all, and can make as much of a double meaning
saying as the best of 'em; yet wou'd not, as some do, make
nonsense of a Poet's jest, rather than not make it baudy: by
which they show they as little value Wit in a Play, as in a Lover,
provided they can bring t'other thing about. Their sense indeed
lies all one way, and therefore are only for that in a Poet which
is moving, as they say; but what do they mean by that word
moving? Well, I must not put 'em to the blush, since I find I can
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do't. In short, Madam, you wou'd not be one of those who ravish
a Poet's innocent words, and make 'em guilty of their own naughtiness
(as 'tis term'd) in spight of his teeth; nay, nothing is
secure from the power of their imaginations; no, not their Husbands,
whom they Cuckold with themselves, by thinking of other
men, and so make the lawful matrimonial embraces Adultery;
wrong Husbands and Poets in thought and word, to keep their
own Reputations; but your Ladyship's justice, I know, wou'd think
a Woman's Arraigning and Damning a Poet for her own obscenity,
like her crying out a Rape, and hanging a man for giving her
pleasure, only that she might be thought not to consent to't; and
so to vindicate her honour forfeits her modesty. But you, Madam,
have too much modesty to pretend to't; tho you have as
much to say for your modesty as many a nicer she; for you never
were seen at this Play, no, not the first day; and 'tis no matter
what Peoples lives have been, they are unquestionably modest who
frequent not this Play: For, as Mr. Bays says of his, that it is
the only Touchstone of Mens Wit and Understanding; mine is, it
seems, the only Touchstone of Womens Vertue and Modesty. But
hold, that Touchstone is equivocal, and, by the strength of a Lady's
Imagination, may become something that is not civil; but
your Ladyship, I know, scorns to misapply a Touchstone. And, Madam,
tho you have not seen this Play, I hope (like other nice Ladies)
you will the rather read it; yet, lest the Chambermaid or
Page shou'd not be trusted, and their indulgence cou'd gain no further
admittance for it, than to their Ladies Lobbies or outward
Rooms, take it into your care and protection; for, by your recommendation
and procurement, it may have the honour to get into
their Closets: For what they renounce in publick often entertains
'em there, with your help especially. In fine, Madam, for these
and many other reasons, you are the fittest Patroness or Judge of
this Play; for you shew no partiality to this or that Author;
for from some many Ladies will take a broad jeast as chearfully
as from the Watermen, and sit at some downright filthy Plays
(as they call 'em) as well satisfy'd, and as still, as a Poet cou'd
wish 'em elsewhere; therefore it must be the doubtful obscenity
of my Plays alone they take exceptions at, because it is too bashful
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for 'em; and indeed most Women hate men, for attempting
to halves on their Chastity; and Baudy I find, like Satyr, shou'd
be home, not to have it taken notice of. But, now I mention
Satyr, some there are who say, 'Tis the Plain-dealing of the
Play, not the obscenity; 'tis taking off the Ladies Masks, not
offering at their Pettycoats, which offends 'em: and generally
they are not the handsomest, or most innocent, who are the most
angry at being discover'd:
---Nihil est audacius illis
Deprehensis; iram, atq; animos a crimine sumunt.
Pardon, Madam, the Quotation, for a Dedication can no more
be without ends of Latine, than Flattery; and 'tis no matter whom
it is writ to; for an Author can as easily (I hope) suppose People
to have more understanding and Languages than they have,
as well as more Vertues: But why, the Devil! shou'd any of the
few modest and handsome be alarm'd? (for some there are who
as well as any deserve those Attributes, yet refrain not from seeing
this Play, nor think it any addition to their Vertue to set up
for it in a Play-house, lest there it shou'd look too much like acting.)
But why, I say, shou'd any at all of the truly vertuous be concern'd,
if those who are not so are distinguish'd from 'em? For
by that Mask of modesty which Women wear promiscuously in publick,
they are all alike, and you can no more know a kept Wench
from a Woman of Honour by her looks than by her Dress; for
those who are of Quality without Honour (if any such there
are) they have their Quality to set off their false Modesty, as
well as their false Jewels, and you must no more suspect their
Countenances for counterfeit than their Pendants, tho, as the
Plain-dealer Montaigne says, Els envoy leur conscience au Bordel,
& teinnent leur contenance en regle: But those who act as
they look, ought not to be scandaliz'd at the reprehension of
others faults, lest they tax themselves with 'em, and by too
delicate and quick an apprehension not only make that obscene
which I meant innocent, but that Satyr on all, which was intended
only on those who deserv'd it. But, Madam, I beg your pardon
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for this digression, to Civil Women and Ladies of Honour,
since you and I shall never be the better for 'em; for a Comic
Poet, and a Lady of your Profession, make most of the other
sort, and the Stage and your Houses, like our Plantations, are
propagated by the least nice Women; and as with the Ministers
of Justice, the Vices of the Age are our best business. But, now
I mention Publick Persons, I can no longer defer doing you the
justice of a Dedication, and telling you your own; who are, of
all publick-spirited people, the most necessary, most communicative,
most generous and hospitable; your house has been the house
of the People, your sleep still disturb'd for the Publick, and when
you arose 'twas that others might lye down, and you waked that
others might rest; The good you have done is unspeakable; How
many young unexperienc'd Heirs have you kept from rash foolish
Marriages? and from being jilted for their lives by the worst
sort of Jilts, Wives? How many unbewitched Widowers Children
have you preserv'd from the Tyranny of Stepmothers?
How many old Dotards from Cuckoldage, and keeping other mens
Wenches and Children? How many Adulteries and unnatural
sins have you prevented? In fine, you have been a constant
scourge to the old Lecher, and often a terrour to the young; you
have made concupiscence its own punishment, and extinguish'd
Lust with Lust, like blowing up of Houses to stop the fire.
There's Latin for you again, Madam; I protest to you, as I am
an Author, I cannot help it; nay, I can hardly keep my self from
quoting Aristotle and Horace, and talking to you of the Rules of
Writing, (like the French Authors,) to shew you and my Readers I
understand 'em, in my Epistle, lest neither of you should find it out by
the Play; and, according to the Rules of Dedications, 'tis no matter
whether you understand or no, what I quote or say to you, of Writing;
for an Author can as easily make anyone a Judge or Critick,
in an Epistle, as an Hero in his Play: But, Madam, that this may
prove to the end a true Epistle Dedicatory, I'd have you know 'tis
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not without a design upon you, which is in the behalf of the Fraternity
of Parnassus, that Songs and Sonness may go at your Houses,
and in your Liberties, for Guinneys and half Guinness; and
that Wit, at least with you, as of old, may be the price of Beauty,
and so you will prove a true encourager of Poetry, for Love is a
better help to it than Wine; and Poets, like Painters, draw better
after the Life, than by Fancy; Nay, in justice, Madam, I think a
Poet ought to be as free of your Houses, as of the Play-houses; since
he contributes to the support of both, and is as necessary to such as
you, as a Ballad-singer to the Pick-purse, in convening the Cullies
at the Threatres, to be pick'd up, and carry'd to Supper and Bed at
your houses. And, Madam, the reason of this motion of mine is,
because poor Poets can get no favour in the Tiring Rooms, for they
are no Keepers, you know; and Folly and Money, the old Enemies
of Wit, are even too hard for it on its own Dunghill: And for
other Ladies, a Poet can least go to the price of them; besides, his
Wit, which ought to recommend him to 'em, is as much an obstruction
to his Love, as to his wealth or preferment; for most Women
now adays, apprehend Wit in a Lover, as much as in a Husband;
they hate a Man that knows 'em, they must have a blind easie Fool,
whom they can lead by the Nose, and as the Scythian Women of
old, must baffle a Man, and put out his Eyes, ere they will lye
with him, and then too, like Thieves, when they have plunder'd
and stript a Man, leave him. But if there shou'd be one of an
hundred of those Ladies, generous enough to give her self to a Man
that has more Wit than Money, (all things consider'd) he wou'd
think it cheaper coming to you for a Mistress, though you made him
pay his Guinney; as a Man in a Journey, (out of good husbandry)
had better pay for what he has in an Inn, than lye on freecost
at a Gentlemans House.
In fine, Madam, like a faithful Dedicator, I hope I have done
my self right in the first place, then you, and your Profession, which
in the wisest and most religious Government of the World, is honour'd
with the publick allowance; and in those that are thought
the most unciviliz'd and barbarous, is protected, and supported by
the Ministers of Justice, and of you, Madam, I ought to say no
more here, for your Vertues deserve a Poem rather than an Epistle,
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or a Volume intire to give the World your Memoirs, or Life at
large, and which (upon the word of an Author that has a mind to
make an end of his Dedication) I promise to do, when I write the
Annals of our British Love, which shall be Dedicated to the Ladies
concern'd, if they will not think them something too obscene too;
when your Life, compar'd with many that are thought innocent, I
doubt not may vindicate you, and me, to the World, for the confidence
I have taken in this Address to you; which then may be
thought neither impertinent, nor immodest; and, whatsoever your
Amorous misfortunes have been, none can charge you with that
heinous, and worst of Womens Crimes, Hypocrisie; nay, in spight
of misfortunes or age, you are the same Woman still; though most
of your Sex grow Magdalens at fifty, and as a solid French Author
has it,
But sure an old sinner's continency is much like a Gamester's forswearing Play, when he has lost all his Money; and Modesty is a kind of a youthful dress, which, as it makes a young Woman more amiable, makes an old one more nauseous; a bashful old Woman is like an hopeful old man; and the affected Chastity of antiquated Beauties, is rather a reproach than an honour to 'em, for it shews the mens Vertue only, not theirs. But you, in fine, Madam, are no more an Hypocrite than I am when I praise you; therefore I doubt not will be thought (even by your's and the Play's Enemies, the nicest Ladies) to be the fittest Patroness for,
Your Ladyship's most obedient, faithful, humble Servant, and The Plain-Dealer.
Captain Manly's Lodging.
Enter Captain Manly, surlily; and my Lord Plausible following him: and two Sailors behind.
Tell not me (my good Lord Plausible) of your Decorums, / supercilious Forms, and slavish Ceremonies; your little / Tricks, which you the Spaniels of the World, do daily / over and over, for, and to one another; not out of love / or duty, but your servile fear. /
Nay, i'faith, i'faith, you are too passionate, and I must humbly / beg your pardon and leave to tell you, they are the Arts, and Rules, / the prudent of the World walk by. /
Let 'em. But I'll have no Leading-strings, I can walk alone; / I hate a Harness, and will not tug on in a Faction, kissing my Leader behind, / that another Slave may do the like to me. /
What, will you be singular then, like no Body? follow Love, / and esteem no Body? /
Rather then be general, like you; follow every Body, Court and / kiss every Body, though, perhaps at the same time, you hate every / Body. /
Why, seriously with your pardon, my dear Friend--- /
With your pardon, my no Friend, I will not, as you do whisper / my hatred, or my scorn, call a man Fool or Knave, by signs, or mouths / over his shoulder, whil'st you have him in your arms: for such as you, / like common Whores and Pickpockets, are onely dangerous to those you / embrace. /
Such as I! Heav'ns defend me---upon my Honour--- /
Upon your Title, my Lord, if you'd have me believe you. /
[25] Well then, as I am a Person of Honour, I never attempted to / abuse, or lessen any person, in my life. /
What, you were afraid? /
No; but seriously, I hate to do a rude thing: no, faith, I / speak well of all Mankind. /
I thought so; but know that speaking well of all Mankind, is / the worst kind of Detraction; for it takes away the Reputation of the / few good men in the World, by making all alike: now I speak ill of most / men, because they deserve it; I that can do a rude thing, rather than an / unjust thing. /
Well, tell not me, my dear Friend, what people deserve, I / ne'r mind that; I, like an Author in a Dedication, never speak well of a / man for his sake, but my own; I will not disparage any man, to disparage / my self; for to speak ill of people behind their backs, is not like a Person / of Honour; and truly to speak ill of 'em to their faces, is not like a / complaisant person: But if I did say, or do an ill thing to any Body, it / shou'd be sure to be behind their backs, out of pure good manners. /
Very well; but I, that am an unmannerly Sea-fellow, if I ever / speak well of people, (which is very seldom indeed) it shou'd be sure to / be behind their backs; and if I wou'd say, or do ill to any, it / shou'd be to their faces: I wou'd justle a proud, strutting, over-looking / Coxcomb, at the head of his Sycophants, rather than put out my tongue / at him, when he were past me; wou'd frown in the arrogant, big, dull / face of an overgrown Knave of business, rather than vent my spleen / against him, when his back were turn'd; wou'd give fauning Slaves the / [50] Lye, whil'st they embrace or commend me; Cowards, whil'st they brag; / call a Rascal by no other title, though his Father had left him a Duke's; / laugh at Fools aloud, before their Mistresses: And must desire people to / leave me, when their visits grow at last as troublesom, as they were at first / impertinent. /
I wou'd not have my visits troublesom. /
The onely way to be sure not to have 'em troublesom, is to / make 'em when people are not at home; for your visits, like other good / turns, are most obliging, when made, or done to a man, in his absence. A / pox why shou'd any one, because he has nothing to do go and disturb another / mans business? /
I beg your pardon, my dear Friend. What, you have / business? /
If you have any, I wou'd not detain your Lordship. /
Detain me, dear Sir! I can never have enough of your company. /
I'm afraid I shou'd be tiresom: I know not what you think. /
Well, dear Sir, I see you wou'd have me gone. /
But I see you won't. /
Your most faithful--- /
God be w'ye, my Lord. /
Your most humble--- /
Farewel. /
And eternally--- /
And eternally Ceremony---then the Devil take thee eternally. /
You shall use no Ceremony, by my life. /
[75] I do not intend it. /
Why do you stir then? /
Only to see you out of doors, that I may shut 'em, against more / welcomes. /
Nay, faith that shan't pass upon your most faithful, humble / Servant. /
Nor this any more upon me. /
Well, you are too strong for me. /
I'de sooner be visited by the Plague; for that only wou'd keep / a man from visits, and his doors shut. /
Manent Sailors.
Here's a finical Fellow Jack! What a brave fair weather Captain / of a Ship he wou'd make! /
He a Captain of a Ship! it must be when she's in the Dock / then; for he looks like one of those that get the King's Commissions for / Hulls to sell a Kings Ship, when a brave Fellow has fought her almost to / a Long-boat. /
On my conscience then, Jack, that's the reason our Bully Tar. / sunk our Ship: not only that the Dutch might not have her, but that the / Courtiers, who laugh at wooden Legs, might not make her Prize. /
A pox of his sinking, Tom, we have made a base, broken, short / Voyage of it. /
Ay, your brisk dealers in Honour, alwayes make quick returns / with their Ship to the Dock, and their Men to the Hospitals; 'tis, let me / see, just a Month since we set out of the River, and the Wind was almost / as cross to us, as the Dutch. /
[100] Well, I forgive him sinking my own poor Truck, if he wou'd / but have given me time and leave to have sav'd black Kate of Wrapping's / small Venture. /
Faith I forgive him, since, as the Purser told me, he sunk the / value of five or six thousand pound of his own, with which he was to / settle himself somewhere in the Indies, for our merry Lieutenant was to / succeed him in his Commission for the Ship back, for he was resolved never / to return again for England. /
So it seemed, by his Fighting. /
No, but he was a weary of this side of the World here, they / say. /
Ay, or else he wou'd not have bid so fair for a passage into / t'other. /
Jack, thou think'st thy self in the Forecastle, thou'rt so waggish; / but I tell you then, he had a mind to go live and bask himself on / the sunny side of the Globe. /
What, out of any discontent? for he's alwayes as dogged, as / an old Tarpaulin when hindred of a Voyage by a young Pantaloon / Captain. /
'Tis true, I never saw him pleas'd but in the Fight, and then / he look'd like one of us, coming from the Pay-table, with a new Lining / to our Hats under our Arms, /
A pox he's like the Bay of Biscay, rough and angry, let the / Wind blow where 'twill. /
Nay, there's no more dealing with him, than with the Land in / [125] a Storm, No-near--- /
'Tis a hurry-durry Blade; dost thou remember after we had / tug'd hard the old leaky Long-boat, to save his Life, when I welcom'd / him ashore, he gave me a box on the ear, and call'd me fawning Water-dog? /
Enter Manly, and Freeman.
Hold thy peace, Jack, and stand by, the foul weather's / coming. /
You Rascals, Dogs, how cou'd this tame thing got through / you? /
Faith, to tell your Honour the truth, we were at Hob in the / Hall, and whil'st my Brother and I were quarrelling about a Cast, he / stunk by us. /
He's a sneaking Fellow I warrant for't. /
Have more care for the future, you Slaves; go, and with drawn / Cutlaces, stand at the Stair foot, and keep all that ask for me from coming / up; suppose you were guarding the Scuttle to the Powder room: let / none enter here, at your and their peril. /
No, for the danger wou'd be the same; you wou'd blow them / and us up, if we shou'd. /
Must no one come to you, Sir? /
No man, Sir. /
No man, Sir; but a Woman then, an't like your Honour--- /
No Woman neither, you impertinent Dog. Wou'd you be / Pimping? A Sea Pimp is the strangest Monster she has. /
Indeed, an't like your Honour, 'twill be hard for us to deny /
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a Woman any thing, since we are so newly come on shore. /
[150] We'll let no old Woman come up, though it were our Trusting / Landlady at Wapping. /
Wou'd you be witty, you Brandy Casks you? you become a jest as / ill, as you do a Horse. Be gone, you Dogs, I hear a noise on the Stairs. /
Faith, I am sorry you wou'd let the Fop go, I intended to have / had some sport with him. /
Sport with him! A pox then why did you not stay? you shou'd / have enjoy'd your Coxcomb, and had him to your self for me. /
No, I shou'd not have car'd for him, without you neither; for / the pleasure which Fops afford, is like that of Drinking, only good when / 'tis shar'd; and a Fool, like a Bottle, which wou'd make you merry in / company, will make you dull alone. But how the Devil cou d you turn / a man of his Quality down Stairs? You use a Lord with very little Ceremony, / it seems. /
A Lord! What, thou art one of those who esteem men onely by / the marks and value Fortune has set upon 'em, and never consider intrinsick / worth; but counterfeit Honour will not be current with me, I / weigh the man, not his title; 'tis not the King's stamp can make the / Metal better, or heavier: your Lord is a Leaden shilling, which you may / bend every way; and debases the stamp he bears, instead of being rais'd / by't: Here again, you Slaves? /
Enter Sailors.
Only to receive farther instructions, an't like your Honour: / What if a man shou'd bring you money, shou'd we turn him back? /
All men, I say; must I be pester'd with you too? you Dogs, / away. /
[175] Nay, I know one man your Honour wou'd not have us hinder / coming to you, I'm sure. /
Who's that? speak quickly, Slaves. /
Why a man that shou'd bring you a Challenge; for though / you refuse Money, I m sure you love Fighting too well to refuse that. /
Rogue, Rascal, Dog. /
Nay, let the poor Rogues have their Forecastle jests; they cannot / help 'em in a Fight, scarce when a Ship's sinking. /
Dam their untimely jests; a Servant's jest is more sauciness than / his counsel. /
But what, will you see no Body? not your Friends? /
Friends---I have but one, and he, I hear, is not in Town; nay, /
can have but one Friend, for a true heart admits but of one friendship, as /
of one love; but in having that Friend, I have a thousand, for he has the /
courage of men in despair, yet the diffidency and caution of Cowards; /
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the secresie of the Revengeful, and the constancy of Martyrs: one fit to /
advise, to keep a secret: to fight and dye for his Friend. Such I think /
him; for I have trusted him with my Mistress in my absence: and the /
trust of Beauty, is sure the greatest we can shew. /
Well, but all your good thoughts are not for him alone? (I / hope:) pray, what d'ye think of me, for a Friend? /
Of thee! Why, thou art a Latitudinarian in Friendship, that is, / no Friend; thou dost side with all Mankind, but wilt suffer for none. / Thou art indeed like your Lord Plausible, the Pink of Courtesie, therefore / hast no Friendship; for Ceremony, and great Professing, renders Friendship / [200] as much suspected, as it does Religion. /
And no Professing, no Ceremony at all in Friendship, were as unnatural / and as undecent as in Religion; and there is hardly such a thing / as an honest Hypocrite, who professes himself to be worse than he is, unless / it be your self; for, though I cou'd never get you to say you were my / Friend, I know you'll prove so. /
I must confess, I am so much your Friend, I wou'd not deceive / you, therefore must tell you (not only because my heart is taken up) but / according to your rules of Friendship, I cannot be your Friend. /
Why pray? /
Because he that is (you'll say) a true Friend to a man, is a / Friend to all his Friends; but you must pardon me, I cannot wish well to / Pimps, Flatterers, Detractors, and Cowards, stiff nodding Knaves, and / supple pliant kissing Fools: now, all these I have seen you use, like the / dearest Friends in the World. /
Hah, hah, hah---What, you observ'd me, I warrant, in the / Galleries at Whitehall, doing the business of the place! Pshaw Court Professions, / like Court Promises, go for nothing, man. But, faith, cou'd you / think I was a Friend to all those I hugg'd, kiss'd, flatter'd, bow'd too? / Hah, ha--- /
You told 'em so, and swore it too; I heard you. /
Ay, but, when their backs were turn'd, did I not tell you they / were Rogues, Villains, Rascals, whom I despis'd, and hated? /
Very fine! But what reason had I to believe you spoke your / heart to me, since you profess'd deceiving so many? /
[225] Why, don't you know, good Captain, that telling truth is a quality / as prejudicial, to a man that wou'd thrive in the World, as square Play / to a Cheat, or true Love to a Whore! Wou'd you have a man speak truth / to his ruine? You are severer than the Law, which requires no man to / swear against himself; you wou'd have me speak truth against my self, / I warrant, and tell my promising Friend, the Courtier, he has a bad / memory? /
Yes. /
And so make him remember to forget my business; and I shou'd / tell the great Lawyer too, that he takes oftner Fees to hold his tongue, / than to speak! /
No doubt on't. /
Ay, and have him hang, or ruine me, when he shou'd come to / be a Judge, and I before him. And you wou'd have me tell the new Officer, / who bought his Employment lately, that he is a Coward. /
Ay. /
And so get my self cashiered, not him, he having the better / Friends, though I the better Sword. And I shou'd tell the Scribler of / Honour, that Heraldry were a prettier and fitter Study, for so fine a / Gentleman, than Poetry! /
Certainly. /
And so find my self maul'd in his next hir'd Lampoon. And you / wou'd have me tell the holy Lady too, she lies with her Chaplain. /
No doubt on't. /
And so draw the Clergy upon my back, and want a good Table / [250] to Dine at sometimes. And by the same reason too, I shou'd tell you, / that the World thinks you a Mad-man, a Brutal and have you cut my / throat, or worse, hate me! What other good success of all my Plain-dealing / cou'd I have, than what I've mentioned? /
Why, first your promising Courtier wou'd keep his word, out of / fear of more reproaches; or at least wou'd give you no more vain hopes: / your Lawyer wou'd serve you more faithfully; for he, having no Honor / but his Interest, is truest still to him he knows suspects him: The new / Officer wou'd provoke thee to make him a Coward, and so be cashier'd, / that thou, or some other honest Fellow, who had more courage than money, / might get his place: the Noble Sonneteer wou'd trouble thee no / more with his Madrigals: the praying Lady wou'd leave off railing at / Wenching before thee, and not turn away her Chambermaid, for her own / known frailty with thee: and I, instead of hating thee, sheu'd love thee, / for thy Plain-dealing; and in lieu of being mortifi'd, am proud that the / World and I think not well of one another. /
Well, Doctors differ. You are for Plain-dealing, I find; but / against your particular Notions, I have the practice of the whole World. / Observe but any Morning what people do when they get together on the / Exchange, in Westminster-ball, or the Galleries in Whitehall. /
I must confess, there they seem to rehearse Bays's grand Dance: / here you see a Bishop bowing low to a gaudy Atheist; a Judge, to a Doorkeeper; / a great Lord, to a Fishmonger, or a Scrivener with a Jack-chain / about his neck; a Lawyer, to a Serjeant at Arms; a velvet Physician, to a / thredbare Chymist: and a supple Gentleman Usher, to a surly Beef-eater; / [275] and so tread round in a preposterous huddle of Ceremony to each other, / whil'st they can hardly hold their solemn false countenances. /
Well, they understand the World. /
Which I do not, I confess. /
But, Sir, pray believe the Friendship I promise you, real, whatsoever / I have profest to others; try me, at least. /
Why, what wou'd you do for me? /
I wou'd fight for you. /
That you wou'd do for your own Honour: but what else? /
I wou'd lend you money, if I had it. /
To borrow more of me another time. That were but putting / your money to Interest, a Usurer wou'd be as good a Friend. But what / other piece of Friendship? /
I wou'd speak well of you to your Enemies. /
To encourage others to be your Friends, by a shew of gratitude: / but what else? /
Nay, I wou'd not hear you ill spoken of behind your back, by / my Friend. /
Nay, then thou'rt a Friend indeed; but it were unreasonable to / expect it from thee, as the World goes now: when new Friends, like new / Mistresses, are got by disparaging old ones. /
Enter Fidelia.
But here comes another, will say as much at least; dost not thou love me / devilishly too, my little Voluntier, as well as he, or any man can? /Better than any man can love you, my dear Captain. /
Look you there, I told you so. /
[300] As well as you do Truth, or Honour, Sir; as well. /
Nay, good young Gentleman, enough, for shame; thou hast / been a Page, by thy Flattering and Lying, to one of those praying Ladies, / who love Flattery so well, they are jealous of it, and wert turn'd / away for saying the same things to the old Housekeeper for Sweetmeats, / as you did to your Lady; for thou flatterest every thing, and every Body / alike /
You, dear Sir, shou'd not suspect the truth of what I say of you, / though to you; Fame, the old Lyar, is believ'd, when she speaks Wonders / of you; you cannot be flatter'd, Sir, your Merit is unspeakable. /
Hold, hold, Sir, or I shall suspect worse of you, that you / have been a Cushion-bearer to some State Hypocrite, and turn'd away / by the Chaplains, for out flattering their Probation Sermons for a Benefice. /
Suspect me for any thing, Sir, but the want of Love, Faith, and / Duty to you, the bravest, worthiest of Mankind; believe me, I cou'd dye / for you, Sir. /
Nay, there you lye, Sir; did I not see thee more afraid in the / Fight, than the Chaplain of the Ship, or the Purser that bought his / place? /
Can he be said to be afraid, that ventures to Sea with you? /
Fie, fie, no more, I shall hate thy Flattery worse than thy Cowardise, / my, than thy Bragging. /
Well, I own then I was afraid, mightily afraid; yet for you I wou'd / be afraid again, an hundred times afraid: dying is ceasing to be afraid; / and that I cou'd do sure for you, and you'll believe me one day. /
[325] Poor Youth! believe his eyes, if not his tongue: he seems to / speak truth with them. /
What, does he cry? A pox on't, a Maudlin Flatterer is as nauseously / troublesom, as a Maudlin Drunkard; no more, you little Milksop, / do not cry, I'll never make thee afraid again; for of all men, if I had / occasion, thou shou'dst not be my Second; and, when I go to Sea again, / thou shalt venture thy life no more with me. /
Why, will you leave me behind then? / (If you wou'd preserve my life, I'm sure you shou'd not.) /
Leave thee behind! Ay, ay, thou art a hopeful Youth for the / shore only; here thou wilt live to be cherish'd by Fortune, and the great / ones; for thou may'st easily come to out-flatter a dull Poet, out-lye a Coffee-house, / or Gazet-writer, out-swear a Knight of the Post, out-watch a / Pimp, out-fawn a Rook, out-promise a Lover, out-rail a Wit, and out-brag / a Sea-Captain: All this thou canst do, because thou'rt a Coward, a / thing I hate, therefore thou'lt do better with the World than with me; / and these are the good courses you must take in the World. There's good / advice, at least, at parting; go, and be happy with't. /
Parting, Sir! O let me not hear that dismal word. /
If my words frighten thee, be gone the sooner; for, to be plain / with thee, Cowardice and I cannot dwell together. /
And Cruelty and Courage never dwelt together sure, Sir. Do not / turn me off to shame and misery; for I am helpless, and friendless. /
Friendless! there are half a score Friends for thee then; / [Offers her Gold.] I leave my self no more: they'll help thee a little. / [350] Be gone, go, I must be cruel to thee (if thou call'st it so) out of / pity. /
If you wou'd be cruelly pitiful, Sir, let it be with your Sword, / not Gold. /
Enter first Sailor.
We have, with much ado, turn'd away two Gentlemen, who / told us forty times over, their names were Mr Novel, and Major / Oldfox. /
Well, to your Post again. /
[Exit Sailor.
But how come those Puppies coupled alwayes together? /
O, the Coxcombs keep each other company, to shew each other, / as Novel calls it; or, as Oldfox sayes, like two Knives, to what one another. /
And set other peoples teeth an edge. /
Enter second Sailor.
Here is a Woman, an't like your Honour, scolds and bustles / with us, to come in, as much as a Seamans Widow at the Navy-Office: her / name is Mrs Blackacre. /
That Fiend too! /
The Widow Blackacre, is it not? that Litigious She-Pettyfogger / who is at Law and difference with all the World; but I wish I cou'd / make her agree with me in the Church: they say she has Fifteen hundred / pounds a Year Jointure, and the care of her Son, that is, the destruction / of his Estate. /
Her Lawyers, Attornies and Solicitors have Fifteen hundred / pound a Year, whil st she is contented to be poor, to make other people / so; for she is as vexatious as her Father was, the great Attorney, nay, as / a dozen Norfolk Attornies, and as implacable an Adversary, as a Wife suing / [375] for Alimony, or a Parson for his Tithes; and she loves an Easter / Term, or any Term, not as other Countrey Ladies do, to come up to be / fine, Cuckold their Husbands, and take their pleasure; for she has no / pleasure, but in vexing others, and is usually cloath'd and dagled like a / Baud in disguise, pursu'd through Alleys by Serjeants. When she is in / Town, she lodges in one of the Inns of Chancery, where she breeds her / Son, and is her self his Tutoress in Law-French; and for her Countrey / abode, tho' she has no Estate there, she chooses Norfolk. But, bid her / come in, with a pox to her; she is Olivia's Kinswoman, and may make / me amends for her visit, by some discourse of that dear Woman. /
Enter Widow Blackacre with a Mantle, and a green Bag, and several Papers in the other hand: Jerry Blackacre her Son, in a Gown, laden with green Bags, following her.
I never had so much to do with a Judges Door keeper, as with / yours; but--- /
But the incomparable Olivia, how does she since I went? /
Since you went, my Suit--- /
Olivia, I say, is she well? /
My Suit, if you had not return'd--- /
Dam your Suit, how does your Cousin Olivia? /
My Suit, I say, had been quite lost; but now--- /
But now, where is Olivia? in Town? For--- /
For to morrow we are to have a Hearing. /
Wou'd you'd let me have a Hearing to day. /
But why won't you hear me? /
I am no Judge, and you talk of nothing but Suits; but, pray / tell me, when did you see Olivia? /
I am no Visiter, but a Woman of Business; or, if I ever visit, 'tis / [400] only the Chancery-lane Ladies, Ladies towards the Law; and not any of / your lazy, good-for-nothing Flirts, who cannot read Law-French, tho' a / Gallant writ it. But, as I was telling you, my Suit--- /
Dam these impertinent, vexatious people of Business, of all / Sexes; they are still troubling the World with the tedious recitals of their / Law-Suits: and one can no more stop their mouths, than a Wit's, when / he talks of himself; or an Intelligencer's, when he talks of other / people /
And a pox of all vexatious, impertinent Lovers; they are still / perplexing the World with the tedious Narrations of their Love-Suits, / and Discourses of their Mistresses: You are as troublesom to a poor / Widow of Business, as a young Coxcombly Rithming Lover. /
And thou art as troublesom to me, as a Rook to a losing Gamester, / or a young putter of Cases to his Mistress and Sempstress, who has / Love in her head for another. /
Nay, since you talk of putting of Cases, and will not hear me / speak, hear our Jerry a little; let him put our Case to you, for the Tryal's / to morrow; and since you are my chief Witness, I wou'd have your memory / refresh'd, and your judgment inform'd, that you may not give your / evidence improperly. Speak out, Child. /
Yes, forsooth. Hemh! Hemh! John-a-Stiles--- /
You may talk, young Lawyer, but I shall no more mind you, / than a hungry Judge does a Cause, after the Clock has struck One. /
Nay, you'll find him as peevish too. /
No matter. Jerry, go on. Do you observe it then, Sir, for I / [425] think I have seen you in a Gown once. Lord, I cou'd hear our Jerry put / Cases all day long! Mark him, Sir. /
John-a-Stiles---no---There are first, Fitz, Pere, and Ayle;--- / No, no, Ayle, Pere, and Fitz; Ayle is seized in Fee of Blackacre; John-a-Stiles / disseises Ayle; Ayle makes Claim, and the Disseisor dyes; then / the Ayle---no the Fitz. /
No, the Pere, Sirrah. /
O, the Pere: ay, the Pere, Sir, and the Fitz---no the Ayle; no, / the Pere and the Fitz, Sir, and--- /
Dam Pere, Mere and Fitz, Sir. /
No, you are out, Child; hear me, Captain then; there are Ayle, / Pere and Fitz, Ayle is seised in Fee of Blackacre; and being so seised, / John-a-Stiles disseises the Ayle, Ayle makes Claim, and the Disseisor / dyes; and then the Pere re-enters, the Pere Sirrah, the Pere---[To Jerry. / And the Fitz enters upon the Pere, and the Ayle brings his Writ of Disseizen, / in the Post; and the Pere brings his Writ of Disseizen, in the Pere, / and--- /
Canst thou hear this stuff, Freeman? I cou'd as soon suffer a /
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whole noise of Flatterers at a great man's Levy in a morning; but thou /
hast servile complacency enough to listen to a Quibling Statesman, in disgrace, /
nay, and be before hand with him, in laughing at his dull No-Jest; /
but I--- /
Nay, Sir, hold. Where's the Sub-poena, Jerry? I must serve / you, Sir. You are requir'd, by this, to give your testimony--- /
I'll be forsworn, to be reveng'd on thee. /
[450] Get you gone, for a Lawless companion. Come, Jerry, I had / almost forgot we were to meet at the Masters at three: let us mind our / business still, Child. /
I, forsooth, e'en so let's. /
Nay, Madam, now I wou'd beg you to hear me a little, a little / of my business. /
I have business of my own calls me away, Sir. /
My business wou'd prove yours too, dear Madam. /
Yours wou'd be some sweet business, I warrant: What, 'tis no / Westminster-Hall business? Wou'd you have my advice? /
No, faith, 'tis a little Westminster-Abby business: I wou'd have / your consent. /
O fie, fie, Sir; to me such discourse, before my dear Minor / there! /
Ay, ay, Mother, he wou'd be taking Livery and Seizen of your / Jointure, by digging the Turf; but I'll watch your waters, Bully, ifac. / Come away, Mother. /
Manet Freeman: Enter to him Fidelia.
Dear Sir, you have pity; beget but some in our Captain for / me. /
Where is he? /
Within; swearing, as much as he did in the great storm, and cursing / you, and sometimes sinks into calms and sighs, and talks of his / Olivia. /
He wou'd never trust me to see her: is she handsom? /
No, if you'll take my word; but I am not a proper Judge. /
[475] What is she? /
A Gentlewoman, I suppose, but of as mean a Fortune as Beauty; / but her Relations wou'd not suffer her to go with him to the Indies: and / his aversion to this side of the World, together with the late opportunity / of commanding the Convoy, wou'd not let him stay here longer, tho' to / enjoy her. /
He loves her mightily then. /
Yes, so well, that the remainder of his Fortune (I hear about /
five or six thousand pounds) he has left her, in case he had dy'd by the /
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way, or before she cou'd prevail with her Friends to follow him, which /
he expected she shou'd do; and has left behind him his great bosom /
Friend to be her Convoy to him. /
What Charms has she for him, if she be not handsom? /
He fancies her, I suppose, the onely Woman of Truth and Sincerity / in the World. /
No common Beauty, I confess. /
Or else sure he wou'd not have trusted her with so great a share / of his Fortune, in his absence; I suppose (since his late loss) all he / has. /
Why, has he left it in her own custody? /
I am told so. /
Then he has shew'd Love to her indeed, in leaving her, like an / old Husband that dyes as soon as he has made his Wife a good Jointure; / but I'll go in to him, and speak for you, and know more from him of his / Olivia. /
Manet Fidelia sola.
Enter Manly and Freeman.
But pray what strange Charms has she that cou'd make you / love? /
Strange Charms indeed! She has Beauty enough to call in question /
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her Wit or Virtue, and her Form wou'd make a starved Hermit a /
Ravisner; yet her Virtue, and Conduct, wou'd preserve her from the /
subtil Lust of a pamper'd Prelate. She is so perfect a Beauty, that Art /
cou'd not better it, nor Affectation deform it; yet all this is nothing. /
[525] Her tongue as well as face, ne'r knew artifice; nor ever did her words or /
looks contradict her heart: She is all truth, and hates the lying, masking, /
daubing World, as I do; for which I love her, and for which I think she /
dislikes not me: for she has often shut out of her conversation for mine, /
the gaudy fluttering Parrots of the Town, Apes, and Echoes of men /
only, and refus'd their common place pert chat, flattery, and submissions, /
to be entertain'd with my sullen bluntness, and honest love. And, last of /
all, swore to me, since her Parents wou'd not suffer her to go with me, /
she wou'd stay behind for no other man; but follow me, without their /
leave, if not to be obtain'd. Which Oath--- /
Did you think she wou'd keep? /
Yes; for she is not (I tell you) like other Women, but can / keep her promise, tho' she has sworn to keep it; but, that she might the / better keep it, I left her the value of five or six thousand pound: for / Womens wants are generally their most importunate Solicitors to Love, / or Marriage. /
And Money summons Lovers, more than Beauty, and augments / but their importunity, and their number; so makes it the harder for a / Woman to deny 'em. For my part, I am for the French Maxim, if you / wou'd have your Female Subjects Loyal, keep 'em poor: but, in short, / that your Mistress may not marry, you have given her a Portion. /
She had given me her heart first, and I am satisfi'd with the security; / I can never doubt her truth and constancy. /
It seems you do, since you are fain to bribe it with Money. But / how come you to be so diffident of the Man that sayes he loves you, and / [550] not doubt the Woman that sayes it? /
I shou'd (I confess) doubt the Love of any other Woman but / her, as I do the friendship of any other Man but him I have trusted; but / I have such proofs of their faith, as cannot deceive me. /
Cannot! /
Not but I know, that generally, no Man can be a great Enemy, /
but under the name of Friend; and if you are a Cuckold, it is your /
Friend only that makes you so; for your Enemy is not admitted to your /
house: if you are cheated in your Fortune, 'tis your Friend that does it; /
for your Enemy is not made your Trustee: if your Honour, or Good /
Name be injur'd, 'tis your Friend that does it still, because your Enemy is /
not believ'd against you. Therefore I rather choose to go where honest, /
downright Barbarity is profest; where men devour one another like generous /
hungry Lyons and Tygers, not like Crocodiles; where they think /
the Devil white, of our complexion, and I am already so far an Indian: /
but, if your weak faith doubts this miracle of a Woman, come along /
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with me, and believe, and thou wilt find her so handsom, that thou, who /
art so much my Friend, wilt have a mind to lie with her, and so will not /
fail to discover what her faith and thine is to me. /
Olivia's Lodging.
Enter Olivia, Eliza, Lettice.
Ah, Cousin, what a World 'tis we live in! I am so weary of it. /
Truly, Cousin, I can find no fault with it, but that we / cannot alwayes live in't; for I can never be weary of it. /
O hideous! you cannot be in earnest sure, when you say you / like the filthy World. /
You cannot be in earnest sure, when you say you dislike it. /
You are a very censorious Creature, I find. /
I must confess I think we Women as often discover where we / love, by railing; as men when they lye, by their swearing; and the World / is but a constant Keeping Gallant, whom we fail not to quarrel with, / when any thing crosses us, yet cannot part with't for our hearts. /
A Gallant indeed, Madam, whom Ladies first make jealous, and / then quarrel with it for being so, for if, by her indiscretion, a Lady be / talk'd of for a Man, she cryes presently, 'Tis a Censorious World; if, by her / vanity, the Intrigue be found out, 'Tis a prying, malicious World; if, by her / over-fondness, the Gallant proves unconstant, 'Tis a false World; and if, / by her nigardliness, the Chambermaid tells, 'Tis a perfidious World: but / that, I'm sure, your Ladyship cannot say of the World yet, as bad as / 'tis /
But I may say, 'Tis a very impertinent World. Hold your peace. / And, Cousin, if the World be a Gallant, 'tis such an one as is my aversion. / Pray name it no more. /
But is it possible the World, which has such variety of Charms / for other Women, can have none for you? Let's see---first, what d'ye / [25] think of Dressing, and fine Cloaths? /
Dressing! Fie, fie, 'tis my aversion. But, come hither, you /
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Dowdy, methinks you might have open'd this Toure better: O hideous! /
I cannot suffer it! d'ye see how't sits? /
Well enough, Cousin, if Dressing be your aversion. /
'Tis so: and for variety of rich Cloaths, they are more my aversion. /
Ay, 'tis because your Ladyship wears 'em too long; for indeed a / Gown, like a Gallant, grows one's aversion, by having too much of / it. /
Insatiable Creature! I'll be sworn I have had this not above / three dayes, Cousin, and within this month have made some six / more. /
Then your aversion to 'em is not altogether so great. /
Alas! 'tis for my Woman only I wear 'em, Cousin. /
If it be for me only, Madam, pray do not wear 'em. /
But what d'ye think of Visits---Balls--- /
O, I detest 'em. /
Of Playes? /
I abominate 'em: filthy, obscene, hideous things? /
What say you to Masquerading in the Winter, and Hide-park in / the Summer? /
Insipid pleasures I taste not. /
Nay, if you are for more solid pleasure, what think you of a rich, / young Husband? /
O horrid! Marriage! what a pleasure you have found out! I / [50] nauseate it of all things. /
But what does your Ladyship think then of a liberal, handsom, / young Lover? /
A handsom, young Fellow, you Impudent! Be gone, out of my / sight; name a handsom young Fellow to me! Foh, a hideous handsom / young Fellow I abominate. /
Indeed! But let's see---will nothing please you? what d'ye / think of the Court? /
How? the Court! the Court, Cousin! my aversion, my aversion, / my aversion of all aversions. /
How? the Court! where--- /
Where Sincerity is a quality as out of fashion, and as unprosperous, / as Bashfulness; I cou'd not laugh at a Quibble, tho' it were a fat / Privy Counsellor's; nor praise a Lord's ill Verses, tho' I were my self the / Subject; nor an old Lady's young looks, tho' I were her Woman; nor / sit to a vain young Simile-maker, tho' he flatter'd me: In short, I cou'd not / glote upon a man when he comes into a Room, and laugh at him when he / goes out; I cannot rail at the absent, to flatter the standers by, / I--- /
Well, but Railing now is so common, that 'tis no more Malice, / but the fashion; and the absent think they are no more the worse for being / rail'd at, than the present think they are the better for being flatter'd: / and for the Court--- /
Nay, do not defend the Court; for you'll make me rail at it, like / a trusting Citizen's Widow. /
[75] Or like a Holborn Lady, who cou'd not get into the last Ball, or / was out of countenance in the Drawing-room the last Sunday of her / appearance there; for none rail at the Court, but those who cannot get / into it, or else who are ridiculous when they are there: and I shall suspect / you were laugh'd at, when you were last there, or wou'd be a Maid / of Honour. /
I a Maid of Honour! To be a Maid of Honour were yet of all / things my aversion. /
In what sense am I to understand you? But, in fine, by the word / Aversion, I'm sure you dissemble; for I never knew Woman yet that / us'd it, who did not. Come, our tongues belie our hearts, more than our / Pocket-glasses do our faces; but methinks we ought to leave off dissembling, / since 'tis grown of no use to us; for all wise observers understand / us now adayes, as they do Dreams, Almanacks, and Dutch Gazets, by the / contrary: And a Man no more believes a Woman, when she sayes she has / an Aversion for him, than when she sayes she'll Cry out. /
O filthy, hideous! Peace, Cousin, or your discourse will be my / Aversion; and you may believe me. /
Yes; for, if any thing be a Womans Aversion, 'tis Plain-dealing / from another Woman: and perhaps that's your quarrel to the World; / for that will talk, as your Woman sayes. /
Talk not of me sure; for what Men do I converse with? what / Visits do I admit? /
Enter Boy.
Here's the Gentleman to wait upon you, Madam. /
On me! you little, unthinking Fop, d'ye know what you / [100] say? /
Yes, Madam, 'tis the Gentleman that comes every day to you, / who--- /
Hold your peace, you heedless little Animal, and get you gone. / This Countrey Boy, Cousin, takes my Dancing-master, Taylor, or the / spruce Millener, for Visiters. /
No, Madam, 'tis Mr. Novel, I'm sure, by his talking so loud: I / know his voice too, Madam. /
You know nothing, you Buffle-headed, stupid Creature you; / you wou'd make my Cousin believe I receive Visits: but if it be Mr.--- / what did you call him? /
Mr. Novel, Madam, he that--- /
Hold your peace, I'll hear no more of him; but if it be your / Mr.---(I can't think of his name again) I suppose he has follow'd / my Cousin hither. /
No, Cousin, I will not rob you of the Honour of the Visit: 'tis to / you, Cousin, for I know him not. /
Nor did I ever hear of him before, upon my Honour, Cousin; / besides, ha'nt I told you, that Visits, and the business of Visits, Flattery, / and Detraction, are my Aversion? D'ye think then I wou'd admit such / a Coxcomb as he is? who, rather than not rail, will rail at the dead, whom / none speak ill of; and, rather than not flatter, will flatter the Poets of / the Age, whom none will flatter; who affects Novelty as much as the / Fashion, and is as fantastical as changeable, and as well known as the / Fashion; who likes nothing, but what is new; nay, wou'd choose to / [125] have his Friend, or his Title, a new one. In fine, he is my Aversion. /
I find you do know him, Cousin; at least, have heard of / him. /
Yes, now I remember, I have heard of him. /
Well; but, since he is such a Coxcomb, for Heav'ns sake, let / him not come up: tell him, Mrs. Lettice, your Lady is not within. /
No, Lettice, tell him, my Cousin is here, and that he may come / up; for, notwithstanding I detest the sight of him, you may like his conversation; / and tho' I wou'd use him scurvily, I will not be rude to you, / in my own Lodging; since he has follow'd you hither, let him come up, / I say. /
Very fine! Pray let him go to the Devil, I say, for me: I know / him not, nor desire it. Send him away, Mrs. Lettice. /
Upon my word, she sha'nt: I must disobey your commands, to / comply with your desires. Call him up, Lettice. /
Nay, I'll swear she shall not stir on that Errand. /
Well then, I'll call him my self for you, since you will have it so. / Mr. Novel, [Calls out at the door] Sir, Sir. /
Enter Novel.
Madam, I beg your pardon, perhaps you were busie: I did not / think you had company with you. /
Yet he comes to me, Cousin! /
---Chairs there. /
Well, but Madam, d'ye know whence I come now? /
From some melancholy place I warrant, Sir, since they have lost / your good company. /
[150] So. /
From a place, where they have treated me, at dinner, with so / much civility and kindness, a pox on 'em, that I cou'd hardly get away to / you, dear Madam. /
You have a way with you so new, and obliging, Sir. /
You hate Flattery, Cousin! /
Nay faith, Madam, d'ye think my way new? then you are obliging, / Madam. I must confess, I hate imitation, to do any thing like / other people: all that know me, do me the Honour to say, I am an Original / Faith; but as I was saying, Madam, I have been treated to day, with / all the ceremony and kindness imaginable, at my Lady Autums; but / the nauseous old Woman at the upper end of her Table--- /
Revives the old Grecian custom, of serving in a Deaths head / with their Banquets. /
Hah, ha! fine, just ifaith; nay, and new: 'tis like eating with / the Ghost in the Libertine; she wou'd frighten a Man from her dinner, / with her hollow invitations, and spoil one's stomach--- /
To Meat, or Women. I detest her hollow cherry cheeks; she / looks like an old Coach new painted: affecting an unseemly smugness, / whil'st she is ready to drop in pieces. /
You hate Detraction I see, Cousin! /
But the silly old Fury, whil'st the affects to look like a Woman of / this Age, talks--- /
Like one of the last; and as passionately as an old Courtier, who / has out-liv'd his Office. /
[175] Yes, Madam, but pray let me give you her character. Then, she / never counts her age by the years, but--- /
By the Masques she has liv'd to see. /
Nay then, Madam, I see you think a little harmless railing too / great a pleasure for any but your self, and therefore I've done. /
Nay, faith, you shall tell me who you had there at dinner. /
If you wou'd hear me, Madam. /
Most patiently: speak, Sir. /
Then, we had her daughter--- /
Ay, her daughter, the very disgrace to good cloaths, which she alwayes / wears, but to heighten her deformity, not mend it; for she is still / most splendidly, gallantly, ugly, and looks like an ill piece of daubing in a / rich Frame. /
So! But have you done with her, Madam? And can you spare / her to me a little now? /
Ay, ay, Sir. /
Then, she is like--- /
She is, you'd say, like a City Bride, the greater Fortune, but / not the greater Beauty, for her dress. /
Well: yet have you done, Madam? Then, she--- /
Then she bestows as unfortunately on her face all the graces, in / fashion, as the languishing eye, the hanging or pouting lip; but as the / Fool is never more provoking than when he aims at Wit, the ill-favor'd / of our Sex are never more nauseous than when they wou'd be Beauties, / adding to their natural deformity the artificial ugliness of affectation. /
[200] So, Cousin, I find one may have a collection of all ones acquaintances / Pictures as well at your house, as at Mr. Lely's; only the difference / is, there we find 'em much handsomer than they are, and like; here, / much uglier, and like: and you are the first of the profession of Picture-drawing / I ever knew without flattery. /
I draw after the Life; do no Body wrong, Cousin. /
No, you hate flattery and detraction! /
But, Mr. Novel, who had you besides at dinner? /
Nay, the Devil take me if I tell you, unless you will allow me / the priviledge of railing in my turn; but, now I think on't, the Women / ought to be your Province, as the Men are mine: and you must know, we / had him whom--- /
Him, whom--- /
What? Invading me already? And giving the character, before / you know the Man? /
No, that is not fair, tho' it be usual. /
I beg your pardon, Mr. Novel, pray, go on. /
Then, I say, we had that familiar Coxcomb, who is at home / wheresoe're he comes. /
Ay, that Fool--- /
Nay then, Madam, your Servant: I'm gone. Taking a Fool / out of ones mouth, is worse than taking the Bread out of ones mouth. /
I've done, your pardon, Mr Novel, pray proceed. /
I say, the Rogue, that he may be the onely Wit in company, will / let no Body else talk, and--- /
[225] Ay, those Fops who love to talk all themselves, are of all things / my Aversion. /
Then you'll let me speak, Madam, sure. The Rogue, I say, will / force his Jest upon you; and I hate a Jest that's forc'd upon a Man, as / much as a Glass. /
Why, I hope, Sir, he does not expect a Man of your temperance / in jesting shou'd do him reason? /
What, interruption from this side too! I must then--- /
No, Sir---You must know, Cousin, that Fop he means, tho' he / talks only to be commended, will not give you leave to do't. /
But, Madam--- /
He a Wit! hang him, he's only an Adopter of stragling Jests, / and fatherless Lampoons; by the credit of which, he eats at good Tables, / and so, like the barren Beggar-woman, lives by borrow'd Children. /
Madam--- /
And never was Author of any thing, but his News; but that is / still all his own. /
Madam, pray--- /
An eternal Babler; and makes no more use of his ears, than a /
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Man that sits at a Play by his Mistress, or in Fop-corner: he's, in fine, a /
base detracting Fellow, and is my Aversion. But who else pr'ythee, /
Mr. Novel, was there with you? Nay, you sha'nt stir. /
I beg your pardon, Madam, I cannot stay in any place, where / I'm not allow'd a little Christian liberty of railing. /
Nay, pr'ythee, Mr. Novel, stay; and, tho' you shou'd rail at me, / [250] I wou'd hear you with patience: pr'ythee who else was there with / you? /
Your Servant, Madam. /
Nay, pr'ythee tell us, Mr. Novel, pr'ythee do. /
We had no Body else. /
Nay, faith I know you had. Come, my Lord Plausible was / there too, who is Cousin, a--- /
You need not tell me what he is, Cousin; for I know him to be / a civil, good-natur'd, harmless Gentleman, that speaks well of all the / World, and is alwayes in good humor, and--- /
Hold, Cousin, hold, I hate Detraction; but I must tell you, / Cousin, his civility, is cowardice; his good nature, want of wit; and / has neither courage, or sense to rail: And for his being alwayes in humor, / 'tis because he is never dissatisfi'd with himself. In fine, he is my / Aversion; and I never admit his Visits beyond my Hall. /
No, he visit you! Dam him, cringing, grinning Rogue; if I / shou'd see him coming up to you, I wou'd make bold to kick him down / again. Ha!--- /
Enter my Lord Plausible.
My dear Lord, your most humble Servant. /So! I find kissing and railing succeed each other with the angry / Men, as well as with the angry Women; and their quarrels are like Love-quarrels, / since absence is the only cause of them; for, as soon as the Man / appears again, they are over. /
Your most faithful, humble Servant, generous Mr. Novel; / and, Madam, I am your eternal Slave, and kiss your fair hands; which I / [275] had done sooner, according to your commands, but--- /
No excuses, my Lord. /
What, you sent for him then, Cousin? /
Ha! invited! /
I know you must divide your self; for your good company is too / general a good, to be ingross'd by any particular Friend. /
O Lord, Madam, my company! your most obliged, faithful, / humble Servant; but I cou'd have brought you good company indeed, for / I parted at your door with two of the worthiest, bravest Men--- /
Who were they, my Lord? /
Who do you call the worthiest, braviest men, pray? /
O the wisest, bravest Gentlemen! Men of such Honour, and / Virtue! of such good qualities! ah--- /
This is a Coxcomb, that speaks ill of all people a different way, / and Libels every body with dull praise, and commonly in the wrong / place, so makes his Panegyricks abusive Lampoons. /
But pray let me know who they were. /
Ah! such patterns of Heroick Virtue! such--- /
Well, but who the Devil were they? /
The honour of our Nation, the glory of our Age, ah! I / cou'd dwell a Twelvemonth on their praise; which indeed I might spare / by telling their names: Sir John Current, and Sir Richard Court-Title. /
Court-Title! Hah, ha. /
And Sir John Current! Why will you keep such a Wretch company, / my Lord? /
[300] Oh, Madam, seriously you are a little too severe; for he is a / Man of unquestion'd reputation in every thing. /
Yes, because he endeavors only with the Women, to pass for a / Man of Courage; and with the Bullies, for a Wit; with the Wits, for / a Man of Business; and with the Men of Business, for a Favourite at / Court; and at Court, for good City security. /
And, for Sir Richard, he--- /
He loves your choice, pick'd company; persons that--- /
He loves a Lord indeed; but--- /
Pray, dear Madam, let me have but a bold stroke or two at his / Picture. He loves a Lord, as you say, tho'--- /
Tho' he borrow'd his Money, and ne'r paid him again. /
And wou'd bespeak a place three days before at the back-end of / a Lords Coach, to Hide-Park. /
Nay, i'faith, i'faith, you are both too severe. /
Then, to shew yet more his passion for quality, he makes Love / to that fulsom Coach-load of Honour, my Lady Goodly; for he is always / at her Lodging. /
Because it is the Conventickle-Gallant, the Meeting-house / of all the fair Ladies, and glorious Superfine Beauties of the / Town. /
Very fine Ladies! there's first--- /
Her Honour, as fat as an Hostess. /
She is something plump indeed, a goodly, comly, graceful / person. /
[325] Then there's my Lady Frances, what d'ye call'er? as ugly--- /
As a Citizens lawfully begotten daughter. /
She has wit in abundance; and the handsomest heel, elbow, / and tip of an ear, you ever saw. /
Heel, and elbow! hah, ha! And there's my Lady Betty you / know--- /
As sluttish, and slatternly, as an Irish Woman bred in / France. /
Ah, all she has hangs with a loose Air indeed, and becoming / negligence. /
You see all faults with Lovers eyes, I find, my Lord. /
Ah, Madam, your most obliged, faithful, humble Servant to / command! But you can say nothing sure against the Superfine / Mistress--- /
I know who you mean. She is as censorious and detracting a / Jade, as a superannuated Sinner. /
She has a smart way of Railery, 'tis confest. /
And then, for Mrs. Grideline. /
She I'm sure is--- /
One that never spoke ill of any body, 'tis confest; for she is as / silent in conversation as a Countrey Lover, and no better company than a / Clock, or a Weather-glass; for if she sounds, 'tis but once an hour, to / put you in mind of the time of day, or to tell you 'twill be cold or hot, / rain or snow. /
Ah, poor creature! she's extremely good and modest. /
[350] And for Mrs. Bridlechin, she's--- /
As proud, as a Churchman's Wife. /
She's a Woman of great spirit and honour, and will not / make her self cheap, 'tis true. /
Then Mrs. Hoyden, that calls all people by their Sirnames; and / is--- /
As familiar a Duck--- /
As an Actress in the Tyring-room. There I was once before-hand / with you, Madam. /
Mrs. Hoyden! A poor, affable, good-natur'd Soul! But the / Divine Mrs. Trifle comes thither too: sure her beauty, virtue and conduct, / you can say nothing too. /
No! /
No!---pray let me speak, Madam. /
First, can any one be call'd beautiful that squints? /
Her eyes languish a little, I own. /
Languish! hah, ha. /
Languish! Then, for her conduct, she was seen at the Countrey / Wife, after the first day. There's for you, my Lord. /
But, Madam, she was not seen to use her Fan all the Play / long, turn aside her head, or by a conscious blush, discover more guilt / than modesty. /
Very fine! then you think a Woman modest, that sees the hideous / Countrey Wife, without blushing, or publishing her detestation of / it? D'ye hear him, Cousin? /
[375] Yes; and am, I must confess, something of his opinion, and / think that as an over-conscious Fool at a Play, by endeavouring to / shew the Author's want of Wit, exposes his own to more censure: so / may a Lady call her own modesty in question, by publickly cavilling with / the Poets; for all those grimaces of honour, and artificial modesty, disparage / a Woman's real Virtue, as much as the use of white and red does / the natural complexion; and you must use very, very little, if you wou'd / have it thought your own. /
Then you wou'd have a Woman of Honour with passive looks, / ears, and tongue, undergo all the hideous obscenity she hears at nasty / Plays? /
Truly I think a Woman betrays her want of modesty, by shewing / it publickly in a Play-house, as much as a Man does his want of / courage by a quarrel there; for the truly modest and stout say least, and / are least exceptious, especially in publick. /
O hideous! Cousin, this cannot be your opinion; but you are / one of those who have the confidence to pardon the filthy Play. /
Why, what is there of ill in't, say you? /
O fie, fie, fie, wou'd you put me to the blush anew? call all the / blood into my face again? But, to satisfie you then, first, the clandestine / obscenity in the very name of Horner. /
Truly, 'tis so hidden, I cannot find it out, I confess. /
O horrid! does it not give you the rank conception, or image of / a Goat, a Town-bull, or a Satyr? nay, what is yet a filthier image than / all the rest, that of an Eunuch? /
[400] What then? I can think of a Goat, a Bull, or Satyr, without any / hurt. /
I, but, Cousin, one cannot stop there. /
I can, Cousin. /
O no; for when you have those filthy creatures in your head / once, the next thing you think, is what they do; as their defiling of / honest Mens Beds and Couches, Rapes upon sleeping and waking Countrey / Virgins, under Hedges, and on Haycocks: nay, farther--- /
Nay, no farther, Cousin, we have enough of your Coment on the / Play, which will make me more asham'd than the Play it self. /
O, believe me, 'tis a filthy Play, and you may take my word for / a filthy Play, as soon as anothers; but the filthiest thing in that Play, or / any other Play, is--- /
Pray keep it to your self, if it be so. /
No, faith, you shall know it, I'm resolv'd to make you out of / love with the Play: I say, the lewdest, filthiest thing, is his China; nay, / I will never forgive the beastly Author his China: he has quite taken / away the reputation of poor China it self, and sully'd the most innocent / and pretty Furniture of a Ladies Chamber; insomuch, that I was fain / to break all my defil'd Vessels. You see I have more left; nor you, I / hope. /
You'll pardon me, I cannot think the worse of my China, for / that of the Play-house. /
Why, you will not keep any now sure! 'tis now as unfit an ornament / for a Ladies Chamber, as the Pictures that come from Italy, and / [425] other hot Countries, as appears by their nudities, which I alwayes cover, / or scratch out, wheresoe're I find 'em. But China! out upon't, filthy / China, nasty, debauch'd China! /
All this will not put me out of conceit with China, nor the / Play, which is Acted to day, or another of the same beastly Author's, as / you call him, which I'll go see. /
You will not sure! nay, you sha'not venture your reputation by / going, and mine by leaving me alone with two Men here: nay, you'll / disoblige me for ever, if--- /
I stay!---your Servant. /
Well---but my Lord, tho' you justifie every body, you cannot / in earnest uphold so beastly a Writer, whose Ink is so smutty, as one may / say. /
Faith, I dare swear the poor Man did not think to disoblige / the Ladies, by any amorous, soft, passionate, luscious saying in his / Play. /
Foy, my Lord; but what think you, Mr. Novel, of the Play? / tho' I know you are a Friend to all that are new. /
Faith, Madam, I must confess, the new Plays wou'd not be the / worse for my advice, but I cou'd never get the silly Rogues, the Poets, to / mind what I say; but I'll tell you what counsel I gave the surly Fool you / speak of. /
What was't? /
Faith, to put his Play into Rithme; for Rithme, you know, often / makes mystical Nonsence pass with the Criticks for Wit, and a double / [450] meaning saying with the Ladies, for soft, tender, and moving passion. / But, now I talk of passion, I saw your old Lover this morning--- / Captain--- /
Enter Captain Manly, Freeman and Fidelia standing behind.
Whom?---nay, you need not whisper. /
We are luckily got hither unobserv'd:---How! in a close / conversation with these supple Rascals, the Out-casts of Sempstresses / shops? /
Faith, pardon her, Captain, that, since she cou'd no longer be entertain'd / with your manly bluntness, and honest love, she takes up with / the pert chat and common place flattery of these fluttering Parrots of the / Town, Apes and Echoes of Men only. /
Do not you, Sir, play the Echo too, mock me, dally with my / own words, and shew your self as impertinent as they are. /
Nay, Captain--- /
Nay, Lieutenant, do not excuse her, methinks she looks very / kindly upon 'em both, and seems to be pleas'd with what that Fool there / sayes to her. /
You lye, Sir, and hold your peace, that I may not be provok'd / to give you a worse reply. /
Manly return'd, d'ye say! And is he safe? /
My Lord saw him too. Heark you, my Lord. /
She yet seems concern'd for my safety, and perhaps they are admitted / now here but for their news of me; for Intelligence indeed is the / common Passport of nauseous Fools, when they go their round of good / Tables and Houses. /
[475] I heard of his fighting only, without particulars, and confess I / alwayes lov'd his Brutal courage, because it made me hope it might rid / me of his more Brutal love. /
What's that? /
But is he at last return'd, d'ye say, unhurt? /
Ay faith, without doing his business; for the Rogue has been / these two years pretending to a wooden Leg, which he wou'd take from / Fortune, as kindly, as the Staff of a Marshal of France, and rather read / his name in a Gazet--- /
Than in the Entail of a good Estate. /
So!--- /
I have an Ambition, I must confess, of losing my heart, before / such a fair Enemy as your self, Madam; but that silly Rogues shou'd be / ambitious of losing their Arms, and--- /
Looking like a pair of Compasses. /
But he has no use of his Arms, but to set 'em on Kimbow, for he / never pulls off his Hat, at least not to me, I'm sure; for you must know, / Madam, he has a fanatical hatred to good company: he can't abide / me. /
O, be not so severe to him, as to say he hates good company; / for I assure you he has a great respect, esteem and kindness for me. /
That kind, civil Rogue has spoken yet ten thousand times worse / of me, than t'other. /
Well, if he be return'd, Mr. Novel, then shall I be pester'd again / with his boistrous Sea-love; have my Alcove smell like a Cabin, my / [500] Chamber perfum'd with his Tarpaulin Brandenburgh, and hear vollies of / Brandy sighs, enough to make a Fog in ones Room. Foh! I hate a / Lover that smells like Thames-street! /
I can bear no longer, and need hear no more. /
[Aside.
But, since you have these two Pulvillio Boxes, these Essence Bottles, this /
pair of Musk-Cats here, I hope I may venture to come yet nearer you. /
Overheard us then? /
I hope he heard me not. /
Most noble and heroick Captain, your most oblig'd, faithful, / humble Servant. /
Dear Tar, thy humble Servant. /
Away---Madam /
Nay, I think I have fitted you for listning. /
You have fitted me, for believing you cou'd not be fickle, tho' / you were young; cou'd not dissemble Love, tho 'twas your interest; nor / be in vain, tho' you were handsom; nor break your promise, tho' to a / parting Lover; nor abuse your best Friend, tho' you had Wit: but I take / not your contempt of me worse, than you esteem, or civility for these / things here, tho' you know 'em. /
Things! /
Let the Captain Railly a little. /
Yes, things: canst thou be angry, thou thing? /
No, since my Lord sayes you speak in Raillery; for, tho' your / Sea-raillery be something rough, yet I confess we use one another to as / bad every day, at Lockets, and never quarrel for the matter. /
[525] Nay, noble Captain, be not angry with him: A word with / you, I beseech you.--- /
Well, we Women, like the rest of the Cheats of the World, / when our Cullies or Creditors have found us out, and will, or can trust no / longer pay Debts, and satisfie Obligations, with a quarrel, the kindest / Present a Man can make to his Mistress, when he can make no more Presents: / for oftentimes in Love, as at Cards, we are forc'd to play foul, only / to give over the game; and use our Lovers, like the Cards, when we / can get no more by 'em, throw 'em up in a pet, upon the first dispute. /
My Lord, all that you have made me know by your whispering, / which I knew not before, is, that you have a stinking breath: there's a / secret, for your secret. /
Pshaw! pshaw! /
But, Madam, tell me, pray, what was't, about this spark, cou'd / take you? was it the merit of his fashionable impudence, the briskness / of his noise, the wit of his laugh, his judgment, or fancy in his garniture? / or was it a well-trim'd Glove, or the seent of it that charm'd you? /
Very well, Sir, 'gad these Sea-Captains make nothing of dressing: / but let me tell you, Sir, a man by his dress, as much as by any / thing, shews his wit and judgment, nay, and his courage too. /
How his courage, Mr. Novel? /
Why, for example, by red Breeches, tuck'd up Hair or Perruke, a / greasie broad Belt, and now adayes a short Sword. /
Thy courage will appear more by thy Belt than thy Sword, I /
dare swear. Then, Madam, for this gentle piece of courtesie, this Man /
[550] of tame honour, what cou'd you find in him? was it his languishing affected /
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tone? his mannerly look? his second-hand flattery, the refuse of /
the Play house tiring-rooms? or his slavish obsequiousness, in watching /
at the door of your Box at the Play-house, for your hand to your Chair? /
or his janty way of playing with your Fan? or was it the Gunpowder /
spot on his hand, or the Jewel in his ear, that purchas'd your heart? /
Good jealous Captain, no more of your--- /
No, let him go on, Madam, for perhaps he may make you / laugh: and I wou'd contribute to your pleasure any way. /
Gentle Rogue! /
No, noble Captain, you cannot sure think any thing cou'd take / me more than that heroick Title of yours, Captain; for you know we / Women love honour inordinately. /
Hah, ha, faith she is with thee, Bully, for thy Raillery. /
Faith so shall I be with you, no Bully, for your grinning. /
Then, that noble Lyon-like meen of yours, that Soldier-like / weather beaten complexion, and that manly roughness of your voice; / how can they otherwise than charm us Women, who hate Effeminacy! /
Hah, ha! faith I can't hold from laughing. /
Nor shall I from kicking anon. /
And then, that Captain-like carelesness in your dress, but especially / your Scarf; 'twas just such another, only a little higher ty'd, made / me in love with my Taylor, as he past by my Window the last Training / day; for we Women adore a Martial Man, and you have nothing wanting / to make you more one, or more agreeable, but a wooden Leg. /
[575] Nay, i'faith there your Ladyship was a Wag, and it was fine, / just, and well Railly'd. /
Ay, ay, Madam, with you Ladies too, Martial Men must needs / be very killing. /
Peace, you Bartholomew-Fair Buffoons; and be not you vain that / these laugh on your side, for they will laugh at their own dull jests: but / no more of 'em, for I will only suffer now this Lady to be witty and / merry. /
You wou'd not have your Panegyrick interrupted. I go on then / to your humor. Is there any thing more agreeable, than the pretty fullenness / of that? than the greatness of your courage? which most of all / appears in your spirit of contradiction, for you dare give all Mankind the / Lye; and your Opinion is your onely Mistress, for you renounce that / too, when it becomes another Mans. /
Hah, ha! I cannot hold, I must laugh at thee Tar, faith! /
And i'faith, dear Captain, I beg your pardon, and leave to / laugh at you too tho' I protest I mean you no hurt; but, when a Lady / Raillies, a slander by must be complaisant, and do her reason in laughing: / Hah, ha. /
Why, you imprudent, pitiful Wretches, you presume sure upon /
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your Effeminacy to urge me, for you are in all things so like Women, that /
you may think it in me a kind of Cowardice to beat you. /
No Hectoring, good Captain. /
Or, perhaps, you think this Ladies presence secures you; but / have a care, she has talk'd her self out of all the respect I had for her; / [600] and by using me ill before you, has given me a priviledge of using you so / before her: but if you wou'd preserve your respect to her, and not be / beaten before her, go, be gone immediately. /
Be gone! what? /
Nay, worthy, noble, generous Captain. /
Be gone, I say. /
Be gone again! to us be gone! /
No chattering, Baboons, instantly be gone. Or--- /
Well, Madam, we'll go make the Cards ready in your Bed-chamber; / sure you will not stay long with him. /
Turn hither your rage, good Captain Swagger-huff, and be saucy / with your Mistress, like a true Captain; but be civil to your Rivals and / Betters, and do not threaten any thing but me here; no, not so much as / my Windows, nor do not think your self in the Lodgings of one of your / Suburb Mistresses beyond the Tower. /
Do not give me cause to think so, for those less infamous / Women part with their Lovers, just as you did from me, with unforc'd / vows of constancy, and floods of willing tears; but the same winds bear / away their Lovers, and their vows: And for their grief, if the credulous / unexpected Fools return, they find new Comforters, fresh Cullies, such as / I found here. The mercenary love of those Women too suffer shipwrack, / with their Gallants fortunes; now you have heard Chance has us'd me / scurvily, therefore you do too. Well, persevere in your ingratitude, / falshood, and disdain; have constancy in something, and I promise you / to be as just to your real scorn, as I was to your feign'd love: And henceforward / [625] will despise, contemn, hate, loath, and detest you, most faithfully. /
Enter Lettice.
Get the Hombre Cards ready in the next Room, Lettice, and--- /
Bravely resolv'd, Captain. /
And you'll be sure to keep your word, I hope, Sir. /
I hope so too. /
Do you but hope it, Sir? if you are not as good as your word, / 'twill be the first time you ever brag'd sure. /
She has restor'd my reason with my heart. /
But, now you talk of restoring Captain, there are other things /
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which, next to one's heart, one wou'd not part with; I mean your Jewels /
and Money, which it seems she has, Sir. /
What's that to you, Sir? /
Pardon me, whatsoever is yours, I have a share in't, I'm sure, / which I will not lose for asking, tho' you may be too generous, or too angry / now to do't your self. /
Nay, then I'll make bold to make my claim too. /
Hold, you impertinent, officious Fops--- / How have I been deceiv'd! /
Madam, there are certain Appurtenances to a Lover's heart, / call'd Jewels, which alwayes go along with it. /
And which, with Lovers, have no value in themselves, but from / the heart they come with, our Captain's, Madam, it seems you scorn to / keep, and much more will those worthless things without it, I am confident. /
A Gentleman, so well made as you are, may be confident---us / easie Women cou'd not deny you any thing you ask, if 'twere for your / [650] self; but, since 'tis for another, I beg your leave to give him my Answer. / (An agreeable young Fellow this!---And wou'd not be my Aversion!) / [Aside.] Captain, your young Friend here has a very persuading / Face, I confess; yet you might have ask'd me your self, for those / Trifles you left with me, which (heark you a little, for I dare trust you / with the secret: you are a Man of so much Honour I'm sure;) I say / then, not expecting your return, or hoping ever to see you again, I have / deliver'd your Jewels to--- /
Whom? /
My Husband. /
Your Husband! /
Ay, my Husband; for, since you cou'd leave me, I am lately, and / privately marry'd to one, who is a Man of so much Honour and Experience / in the World, that I dare not ask him for your Jewels again, to restore / 'em to you; lest he shou'd conclude you never wou'd have parted / with 'em to me, on any other score, but the exchange of my Honour: / which rather than you'd let me lose, you'd lose I'm sure your self, those / Trifles of yours. /
Triumphant Impudence! but marry'd too! /
O, speak not so loud, my Servants know it not: I am marry'd; / there's no resisting one's Destiny, or Love, you know. /
Why, did you love him too? /
Most passionately; nay, love him now, tho' I have marry'd him, / and he me: which mutual love, I hope you are too good, too generous a / Man to disturb, by any future claim, or visits to me. 'Tis true, he is now / [675] absent in the Countrey, but returns shortly; therefore I beg of you, for / your own ease and quiet, and my Honour, you will never see me / more. /
I wish I never had seen you. /
But if you shou'd ever have any thing to say to me hereafter, let / that young Gentleman there, be your Messenger. /
You wou'd be kinder to him: I find he shou'd be welcome. /
Alas, his Youth wou'd keep my Husband from suspicions, and his / visits from scandal; for we Women may have pity for such as he, but no / love: And I already think you do not well to spirit him away to Sea, and / the Sea is already but too rich with the spoils of the shore. /
True perfect Woman!---If I cou'd say any thing more injurious / to her now, I wou'd; for I cou'd out-rail a bilk'd Whore, or a / kick'd Coward: but, now I think on't, that were rather to discover my / love, than hatred; and I must not talk, for something I must do. /
I think I have given him enough of me now, never to be troubled /
with him again.--- /
[Aside.
Enter Lettice.
Well, Lettice, are the Cards and all ready within? I come then Captain, / I beg your pardon: You will not make one at Hombre? /No, Madam, but I'll wish you a little good luck before you / go. /
No, if you wou'd have me thrive, Curse me; for that you'll do / heartily, I suppose. /
Then, if you will have it so, May all the Curses light upon you, / Women ought to fear, and you deserve; first may the Curse of loving Play / [700] attend your sordid Covetousness, and Fortune cheat you, by trusting to / her, as you have cheated me; the Curse of Pride, or a good Reputation, / fall on your Lust; the Curse of Affectation on your Beauty; the Curse / of your Husbands company on your Pleasures; and the Curse of your / Gallant's disappointments in his absence; and the Curse of scorn, jealousie, / or despair, on your love: and then the Curse of loving on. /
And, to requite all your Curses, I will only return you your last; / May the Curse of loving me still, fall upon your proud hard heart, that / cou'd be so cruel to me in these horrid Curses: but Heaven forgive you. /
Hell, and the Devil, reward thee. /
Well, you see now, Mistresses, like Friends, are lost, by letting / 'em handle your Money; and most Women are such kind of Witches, / who can have no power over a Man, unless you give 'em Money; but / when once they have got any from you, they never leave you, till they have / all: therefore I never dare give a Woman a farthing. /
Well, there is yet this comfort by losing one's Money with one's /
Mistress, a Man is out of danger of getting another; of being made prize /
again by love; who, like a Pyrat, takes you by spreading false Colours: /
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but when once you have run your Ship aground, the treacherous Picaroon /
looss, so by your ruine you save yourself from slavery at least. /
Enter Boy.
Mrs. Lettice, here's Madam Blackacre come to wait upon her / Honour. /
D'ye hear that? let us be gone, before she comes; for hence forward / I'll avoid the whole damn'd Sex for ever, and Woman as a sinking / Ship. /
[725] And I'll stay, to revenge on her your quarrel to the Sex; for out / of love to her Jointure, and hatred to business, I wou'd marry her, to / make an end of her thousand Suits, and my thousand engagements, to / the comfort of two unfortunate sorts of people; my Plaintiffs, and her / Defendants; my Creditors, and her Adversaries. /
Enter Widow Blackacre led in by Major Oldfox, and Jerry Blackacre following, laden with green Bags.
'Tis an arrant Sea-Ruffian, but I am glad I met with him at last, / to serve him again, Major, for the last service was not good in Law. Boy, / Duck, Jerry, where is my Paper of Memorandums? give me Child: so. / Where is my Cousin Olivia, now, my kind Relation? /
Here is one that wou'd be your kind Relation, Madam. /
What mean you, Sir? /
Why, faith (to be short) to marry you, Widow. /
Is not this the wild rude person we saw at Captain Manly's? /
Ay, forsooth, an't please. /
What wou'd you? what are you? Marry me! /
Ay faith, for I am a younger Brother, and you are a Widow. /
You are an impertinent person, and go about your business. /
I have none, but to marry thee, Widow. /
But I have other business, I'd have you to know. /
But you have no business anights, Widow; and I'll make you / pleasanter business than any you have: for anights, I assure you, I am a / Man of great business; for the business--- /
Go, I'm sure you're an idle Fellow. /
Try me but, Widow, and employ me as you find my abilities, / and industry. /
[750] Pray be civil to the Lady, Mr.---she's a person of quality, a / person that is no person--- /
Yes, but she's a person that is a Widow: be you mannerly to her, / because you are to pretend only to be her Squire, to arm her to her / Lawyers Chambers; but I will be impudent and baudy, for she must love / and marry me. /
Marry come up, you saucy familiar Jack! You think with us / Widows, 'tis no more than up, and ride. Gad forgive me, now adayes, / every idle, young, hectoring, roaring Companion, with a pair of turn'd / red Breeches, and a broad Back, thinks to carry away any Widow, of the / best degree; but I'd have you to know, Sir, all Widows are not got, like / places at Court, by Impudence and Importunity only. /
No, no, soft, soft, you are a young Man, and not fit--- /
For a Widow? Yes sure, old Man, the fitter. /
Go to, go to, if others had not laid in their claims before you--- /
Not you, I hope. /
Why not I, Sir? Sure I am a much more proportionable match / for her, than you, Sir; I, who am an elder Brother, of a comfortable / Fortune, and of equal Years with her. /
How's that? You unmannerly person, I'd have you to know, I / was born but in Ann' undec' Caroli prim'. /
Your pardon, Lady, your pardon; be not offended with your / very Servant.---But I say, Sir, you are a beggarly younger Brother, / twenty Years younger than her; without any Land or Stock, but your / great stock of Impudence: therefore what pretension can you have to her? /
[775] You have made it for me, first, because I am a younger Brother. /
By custom, time out of mind only. Then, Sir, because I have / nothing to keep me after her death, I am the likeker to take care of her / life. And, for my being twenty Years younger than her, and having a / sufficient stock of Impudence, I leave it to her whether they will be valid / exceptions to me, in her Widow's Law or Equity. /
Well, she has been so long in Chancery, that I'll stand to her Equity /
and Decree between us. Come, Lady, pray snap up this young Snap /
at first, or we shall be troubled with him; give him a City Widow's Answer: /
(that is, with all the ill breeding imaginable.) /
[Aside to the Wid.
Come, Madam. /
Well then, to make an end of this foolish Wooing, for nothing / interrupts business more; first, for you, Major--- /
You declare in my favour then? /
What direct the Court? (Come, young Lawyer, thou sha't be / a Counsel for me.) /
Gad, I shall betray your Cause then, as well as an older Lawyer, / never stir /
First, I say, for you Major, my walking Hospital of an ancient / Foundation, thou Bag of Mummy, that wou'dst fall asunder, if 'twere / not for thy Cere-cloaths--- /
How, Lady? /
Hah, ha--- /
[800] Hey, brave Mother! use all Suitors thus, for my sake. /
Thou wither'd, hobling, distorted Cripple; nay, thou art / Cripple all over; wou'dst thou make me the Staff of thy Age, the Crutch / of thy Decrepidness? Me--- /
Well said Widow! faith, thou wou'dst make a Man love thee / now, without dissembling. /
Thou sensless, impertinent, quibling, driveling, feeble, paralytic, / impotent, fumbling, frigid Nicompoop. /
Hey, brave Mother, for calling of names, ifac! /
Wou'dst thou make a Caudlemaker, a Nurse of me? Can't you / be Bed-rid, without a Bed-fellow? Won't your Swan-skins Furrs, Flannels, / and the scorch'd Trencher keep you warm there? Wou'd you have / me your Scotch-warming Pan, with a Pox to you? Me!--- /
O Heav'ns! /
I told you I shou'd be thought the fitter Man, Major. /
Ay, you old Fobus, and you wou'd have been my Guardian, / wou'd you? to have taken care of my Estate, that half of't shou'd never / come to me, by letting long Leases at Pepper-corn Rents. /
If I wou'd have marry'd an old Man, 'tis well known I might / have marry'd an Earl; nay, what's more, a Judge, and been cover'd the / Winter-nights with the Lamb-skins, which I prefer to the Ermins of / Nobles: And dost thou think I wou'd wrong my poor Minor there, for / you? /
Your Minor is a chopping Minor, God bless him. /
Your Minor may be a Major of Horse or Foot, for his bigness; / [825] and, it seems, you will have the cheating of your Minor to your self. /
Pray, Sir, bear Witness; Cheat my Minor! I'll bring my Action / of the Case for the slander. /
Nay, I wou'd bear false Witness for thee now, Widow, since / you have done me justice, and have thought me the fitter Man for / you. /
Fair, and softly Sir, 'tis my Minor's Case, more than my own: / And I must do him justice now on you. /
How? /
So then. /
You are first, (I warrant) some Renegado from the Inns of / Court, and the Law; and thou'lt come to suffer for't, by the Law: that / is, be hang'd. /
Not about your neck, forsooth, I hope. /
But, Madam--- /
Hear the Court. /
Thou art some debauch'd, drunken, leud, hectoring, gaming, / Companion, and want'st some Widow's old Gold to nick upon; but, I / thank you, Sir, that's for my Lawyers. /
Faith, we shou'd ne'r quarrel about that; for Guineys wou'd / serve my turn: but, Widow--- /
Thou art a foul mouth'd Boaster of thy Lust, a meer Bragadochio / of thy strength for Wine and Women, and wilt belie thy self more / than thou dost Women, and art every way a base deceiver of Women: / And wou'd deceive me too, wou'd you? /
[850] Nay faith, Widow, this is Judging without seeing the Evidence. /
I say, you are a worn-out Whoremaster, at five and twenty both / in Body and Fortune: And cannot be trusted by the common Wenches of / the Town, lest you shou'd not pay 'em; nor by the Wives of the Town, / lest you shou'd pay 'em: so you want Women, and wou'd have me your / Baud, to procure 'em for you. /
Faith, if you had any good Acquaintance, Widow, 'twou'd be / civilly done of thee; for I am just come from Sea. /
I mean, you wou'd have me keep you, that you might turn / Keeper; for poor Widows are only us'd like Bauds by you; you go to / Church with us, but to get other Women to lie with. In fine, you are a / cheating, chousing Spendthrift: And, having sold your own Annuity, / wou'd waste my Jointure. /
And make havock of our Estate personal, and all our old gilt / Plate; I shou'd soon be picking up all our mortgag'd Apostle-Spoons, / Bowls and Beakers, out of most of the Ale-houses, betwixt Hercules Pillars / and the Boatswain in Wapping: nay, and you'd be scouring amongst / my Trees, and make 'em knock down one another, like routed reeling / Watchmen at midnight. Wou'd you so, Bully? /
Nay, pr'ythee, Widow, hear me. /
No, Sir, I'd have you to know, thou pitiful, paltry, lath-back'd / Fellow, if I wou'd have marry'd a young Man, 'tis well known, I cou'd / have had any young Heir in Norfolk; nay, the hopefull'st young Man this / day at the Kings-Bench Bar; I that am a Relict and Executrix of known / plentiful Assits and Parts, who understand my self and the Law: And / [875] wou'd you have me under Covert Baron again? No, Sir, no Covert Baron / for me. /
But, dear Widow, hear me. I value you only, not your Jointure. /
Nay, Sir, hold theres I know your love to a Widow, is covetousness / of her Jointure: And a Widow, a little stricken in Years, with / a good Jointure, is like an old Mansion-house in a good Purchase, never / valu'd; but take one, take t'other: And perhaps, when you are in possession, / you'd neglect it, let it drop to the ground, for want of necessary / repairs, or expences upon't. /
No, Widow, one wou'd be sure to keep all tight, when one is to / forfeit one's Lease by dilapidation. /
Fie, fie I neglect my Business, with this foolish discourse of love. / Jerry, Child, let me see the List of the Jury: I'm sure my Cousin Olivia / has some Relations amongst 'em. But where is she? /
Nay, Widow, but hear me one word only. /
Nay, Sir, no more, pray; I will no more hearken again to your / foolish Love motions, than to offers of Arbitration. /
Well, I'll follow thee yet; for he that has a pretension at Court, / or to a Widow, must never give over for a little ill usage. /
Therefore I'll get her by Assiduity, Patience, and Long-sufferings, / which you will not undergo; for you idle young Fellows leave off / Love, when it comes to be Business; and Industry gets more Women, / than Love. /
Ay, Industry, the Fool's and old Man's merit; but I'll be industrious / too, and make a business on't, and get her by Law, Wrangling, / [900] and Contests, and not by Sufferings: And, because you are no dangerous / Rival, I'll give thee counsel, Major. /
Westminster-Hall.
Enter Manly and Freeman, two Sailors behind.
I hate this place, worse than a Man that has inherited a Chancery / Suit: I wish I were well out on't again. /
Why, you need not be afraid of this place: for a Man without / Money, needs no more fear a croud of Lawyers, than a croud of Pickpockets. /
This, the Reverend of the Law wou'd have thought the Palace / or Residence of Justice; but, if it be, she lives here with the State of a / Turkish Emperor, rarely seen; and besieg'd, rather than defended, by her / numerous black Guard here. /
Methinks, 'tis like one of their own Halls, in Christmas time, whither, / from all parts, Fools bring their Money, to try, by the Dice, (not / the worst Judges) whether it shall be their own, or no: but, after a tedious / fretting and wrangling, they drop away all their Money, on both / sides; and finding neither the better, at last, go emptily and lovingly away / together, to the Tavern, joining their Curses against the young Lawyers / Box, that sweeps all, like the old ones. /
Spoken, like a Revelling Christmas Lawyer. /
Yes, I was one, I confess; but was fain to leave the Law, out of / Conscience, and fall to making false Musters; rather chose to Cheat the / King, than his Subjects; Plunder, rather than take Fees. /
Well, a Plague, and a Purse Famine, light on the Law; and that / Female limb of it, who drag'd me hither to day: but pr'ythee go see if, / in that croud of dagled Gowns there, thou canst find her. /
Manet Manly.
Enter to him Fidelia.
Pr'ythee, kind Impertinence, leave me. Why shou'dst thou / follow me, flatter my Generosity now, since thou know'st I have no Money / left? if I had it, I'd give it thee, to buy my quiet. /
I never follow'd yet, Sir, Reward or Fame, but you alone; nor / do I now beg any thing, but leave to share your miseries: You shou'd / not be a Niggard of 'em, since, methinks, you have enough to spare. / Let me follow you now, because you hate me, as you have often / said. /
I ever hated a Coward's company, I must confess. /
Let me follow you, till I am none then; for you, I'm sure, will / through such Worlds of dangers, that I shall be inur'd to 'em; nay, I / shall be afraid of your anger more than danger, and so turn valiant out of / fear. Dear Captain, do not cast me off, till you have try'd me once more: / do not, do not go to Sea again without me. /
Thou to Sea! to Court, thou Fool; remember the advice I gave / thee: thou art a handsom Spaniel, and canst faun naturally; go, busk / about, and run thy self into the next great Man's Lobby: first faun upon / [50] the Slaves without, and then run into the Ladies Bed-chamber; thou / may'st be admitted, at last, to tumble her Bed: go, seek, I say, and lose / me; for I am not able to keep thee: I have not Bread for my / self. /
Therefore I will not go, because then I may help and serve / you. /
Thou! /
I warrant you, Sir; for, at worst, I cou'd beg or steal for / you. /
Nay, more bragging! dost thou not know there's venturing your / life, in stealing? Go, pr'ythee, away: thou art as hard to shake off, as that / flattering effeminating mischief, Love. /
Love, did you name? Why, you are not so miserable as to be / yet in Love, sure! /
No no, pr'ythee away, be gone, or--- /
I had almost discover'd my Love and Shame; well, if I had? that thing /
cou'd not think the worse of me:---or if he did?---no---yes, he /
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shalll know it---he shall---but then I must never leave him, for they are /
such secrets, that make Parasites and Pimps Lords of their Masters; for /
any slavery or tyranny is easier than Love's. /
[Aside.
Come hither. Since thou art so forward to serve me, hast thou but resolution /
enough to endure the torture of a secret? for such, to some, is insupportable. /
I wou'd keep it as safe, as if you dear precious life depended / on't. /
Dam your dearness. It concerns more than my life, my / [75] honour. /
Doubt it not, Sir. /
And do not discover it, by too much fear of discovering it; but / have a great care you let not Freeman find it out. /
I warrant you, Sir. I am already all joy, with the hopes of your / commands; and shall be all wings, in the execution of 'em: speak quickly, / Sir. /
You said you wou'd beg for me. /
I did, Sir. /
Then you shall beg for me. /
With all my heart, Sir. /
That is, Pimp for me. /
How, Sir? /
D'ye start! thinkst thou, thou cou'dst do me any other service? / Come, no dissembling honour: I know you can do it handsomly, thou / wert made for't: You have lost your time with me at Sea, you must recover / it. /
Do not, Sir, beget your self more Reasons for your Aversion to / me, and make my obedience to you a fault: I am the unfittest in the / World, to do you such a service. /
Your cunning arguing against it, shews but how fit you are for / it. No more dissembling: here, (I say) you must go use it for me, to / Olivia. /
To her, Sir? /
Go flatter, lie, kneel, promise, any thing to get her for me: I / [100] cannot live, unless I have her. Didst thou not say thou wou'dst do any / thing, to save my life? And she said you had a persuading face. /
But, did not you say, Sir, your honour was dearer to you, than / your life? And wou'd you have me contribute to the loss of that, and / carry love from you, to the most infamous, most false, and--- /
And most beautiful!--- /
Most ungrateful Woman, that ever liv'd; for sure she must be so, / that cou'd desert you so soon, use you so basely, and so lately too: do not, / do not forget it, Sir, and think--- /
No, I will not forget it, but think of revenge: I will lie with / her, out of revenge. Go, be gone, and prevail for me, or never see me / more. /
You scorn'd her last night. /
I know not what I did last night; I dissembled last night. /
Heavens! /
Be gone, I say, and bring me love or compliance back, or hopes at / least, or I'll never see thy face again: by--- /
O do not swear, Sir, first hear me. /
I am impatient, away, you'll find me here till twelve. /
Sir--- /
Not one word, no insinuating Argument more, or soothing persuasion; / you'll have need of all your Rhetorick with her: go, strive to / alter her, not me; be gone. /
Manet Fidelia.
Enter Widow Blackacre in the middle of half a dozen Lawyers, whisper'd to by a Fellow in black, Jerry Blackacre following the croud.
Offer me a Reference, you saucy Companion you! d'ye know / who you speak to? Art thou a Solicitor in Chancery, and offer a Reference? / A pretty Fellow! Mr. Serjeant Ploddon, here's a Fellow has the / impudence to offer me a Reference. /
Who's that has the impudence to offer a Reference within / these Walls? /
Nay, for a Splitter of Causes to do't! /
No, Madam, to a Lady learned in the Law, as you are, the / offer of a Reference were to impose upon you. /
No, no, never fear me for a Reference, Mr. Serjeant. But, come, / have you not forgot your Brief? Are you sure you shan't make the / mistake of---Hark you---[Whispers.] Go then go to your Court of / Common-Pleas, and say one thing over and over again: You do it so naturally, / you'll never be suspected for protracting time. /
Come, I know the course of the Court, and your business. /
Let's see, Jerry, where are my Minutes? Come, Mr. Quaint, /
pray go talk a great deal for me in Chancery; let your words be easie, and /
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your Sense hard, my Cause requires it: Branch it bravely, and deck my /
Cause with flowers, that the Snake may lie hidden Go, go, and be /
[150] sure you remember the Decree of my Lord Chancellor Tricesimo quart' /
of the Queen. /
I will, as I see cause, extenuate, or examplifie Matter of Fact; / baffle Truth, with Impudence; answer Exceptions, with Questions, tho' / never so impertinent; for Reasons give 'em Words; for Law and Equity, / Tropes and Figures: And so relax and enervate the sinews of their / Argument, with the oyl of my Eloquence. But when my Lungs can / reason no longer, and not being able to say any thing more for our Cause, / say every thing of our Adversary; whose Reputation, though never so / clear and evident in the eye of the World, yet with sharp Invectives--- /
(Alias Belin'sgate.) /
With poinant and sowre Invectives, I say, I will deface, wipe / out, and obliterate his fair Reputation, even as a Record with the juice / of Lemons; and tell such a Story, (for, the truth on't is, all that we can / do for our Client, in Chancery, is telling a Story) a fine Story, a long Story, / such a Story /
Go, save thy breath for the Cause; talk at the Bar, Mr. Quaint: /
You are so copiously fluent, you can weary any ones ears, sooner than /
your own tongue. Go, weary our Adversaries Counsel, and the Court: /
Go, thou art a fine-spoken person: Adad, I shall make thy Wife jealous /
of me: if you can but court the Court into a Decree for us. Go, get /
you gone, and remember---[Whispers] /
[Exit Quaint.
Come, Mr. Blunder, pray baul foundly for me, at the Kings-Bench; bluster, /
sputter, question, cavil; but be sure your Argument be intricate enough, /
to confound the Court: And then you do my business. Talk what you /
[175] will, but be sure your tongue never stand still; for your own noise will /
secure your Sense from Censure: 'tis like coughing or heming, when one /
has got the Belly-ake, which stifles the unmannerly noise. Go, dear /
Rogue, and succeed; and I'll invite thee, ere it be long, to more souz'd /
Venison. /
I'll warrant you, after your Verdict, your Judgment shall not / be Arrested, upon if's and and's. /
Come, Mr. Petulant, let me give you some new instructions, for / our Cause in the Exchequer: Are the Barons sate? /
Yes, no; may be they are, may be they are not: what know I? / what care I? /
Hey day! I wish you wou'd but snap up the Counsel on t'other / side anon, at the Bar, as much; and have a little more patience with me, / that I might instruct you a little better. /
You instruct me! what is my Brief for, Mistress? /
Ay, but you seldom read your Brief, but at the Bar, if you do it / then. /
Perhaps I do, perhaps I don't, and perhaps 'tis time enough: pray / hold your self contended, Mistress. /
Nay, if you go there too, I will not be contented, Sir, tho' you, / I see, will lose my Cause for want of speaking, I wo' not: You shall hear / me, and shall be instructed. Let's see your Brief. /
Send your Solicitor to me, instructed by a Woman! I'd have you / to know, I do not wear a Bar-gown--- /
By a Woman! And I'd have you to know, I am no common / [200] Woman; but a Woman conversant in the Laws of the Land, as well / as your self, tho' I have no Bar-gown. /
Go to, go to, Mistress, you are impertinent, and there's your Brief / for you: instruct me! /
Impertinent to me, you saucy Jack you! You return my Breviate, / but where's my Fee? You'll be sure to keep that, and scan that so / well, that if there chance to be but a brass Half-crown in't, one's sure to / hear on't again: wou'd you wou'd but look on your Breviate half so / narrowly. But pray give me my Fee too, as well as my Brief. /
Mistress, that's without Precedent. When did a Counsel ever / return his Fee, pray? And you are impertinent, and ignorant, to demand, / it. /
Impertinent again, and ignorant to me! Gadsbodikins, you puny /
Upstart in the Law, to use me so, you Green Bag Carrier, you Murderer /
of unfortunate Causes, the Clerks Ink is scarce off of your fingers, /
you that newly come from Lamblacking the Judges shooes, and are not fit /
to wipe mine; you call me impertinent and ignorant! I wou'd give thee /
a Cuff on the ear, sitting the Courts, if I were ignorant. Marry gep, /
if it had not been for me, thou hadst been yet but a hearing Counsel at /
the Bar. /
[Ex. Petulant.
Enter Mr. Buttongown, crossing the Stage in haste.
Mr. Buttongown, Mr. Buttongown, whither so fast? what, won't you stay / till we are heard? /I cannot, Mrs. Blackacre, I must be at the Council, my Lord's / Cause stays there for me. /
And mine suffers here. /
[225] I cannot help it. /
I'm undone. /
What's that to me? /
Consider the five pound Fee, if not my Cause: that was something / to you. /
Away, away, pray be not so troublesom, Mistress, I must be / gone. /
Nay, but consider a little, I am your old Client, my Lord but a /
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new one; or, let him be what he will, he will hardly be a better Client /
to you, than my self: I hope you believe I shall be in Law as long as I /
live? therefore am no despicable Client. Well, but go to your Lord, I /
know you expect he shou'd make you a Judge one day; but I hope his /
promise to you will prove a true Lord's promise: But, that he might be /
sure to fail you, I wish you had his Bond for't. /
But what will you yet be thus impertinent, Mistress? /
Nay, I beseech you, Sir, stay; if it be but to tell me my Lord's / Case: come, in short. /
Nay, then--- /
Well, Jerry, observe Child, and lay it up for hereafter: These / are those Lawyers who, by being in all Causes, are in none; therefore if / you wou'd have 'em for you, let your Adversary see 'em; for he may / chance to depend upon 'em: and so, in being against thee, they'll be for / thee. /
Ay, Mother, they put me in mind of the unconscionable Woers / of Widows, who undertake briskly their Matrimonial business for their / [250] money; but when they have got it once, let who's will drudge for them; / therefore have a care of 'em, forsooth: there's Advice for your Advice. /
Well said, Boy, come, Mr. Splitcause, pray go see when my Cause / in Chancery comes on; and go speak with Mr. Quillet in the Kings-Bench, / and Mr. Quirk in the Common-Pleas, and see how our matters go / there. /
Enter Major Oldfox.
Lady, a good and propitious morning to you; and may all your / Causes go as well, as if I my self were Judge of 'em. /
Sir, excuse me, I am busie, and cannot answer Complements in / Westminster-hall. Go, Mr. Splitcause, and come to me again, to that Booksellers, / there I'll stay for you, that you may be sure to find me. /
No, Sir, come to the other Booksellers, I'll attend your Ladiship / thither. /
Why to the other? /
Because he is my Bookseller, Lady. /
What, to sell you Lozenges for your Catarrh? or Medicines for / your Corns? what else can a Major deal with a Bookseller for? /
Lady, he Prints for me. /
Why, are you an Author? /
Of some few Essayes; deign you, Lady, to peruse 'em. (She / is a Woman of parts, and I must win her by shewing mine.) /
The Bookseller's Boy.
Will you see Culpepper, Mistress? Aristotle's Problems? The Compleat / Midwife? /
No, let's see Dalton, Hughs, Shepherd, Wingate. /
We have no Law-books. /
[275] No? You are a pretty Bookseller then. /
Come, have you e're a one of my Essayes left? /
Yes, Sir, we have enough, and shall alwayes have 'em. /
How so? /
Why, they are good, steady, lasting Ware. /
Nay, I hope they will live, let's see. Be pleas'd, Madam, to peruse / the poor endeavors of my Pen; for I have a Pen, tho' I say it, that--- /
Pray let me see St. George for Christendom, or, The Seven Champions / of England. /
No, no, give him, The Young Clerk's Guide. What, we shall have / you read your self into a humor of Rambling, and Fighting, and studying / Military Discipline, and wearing red Breeches! /
Nay, if you talk of Military Discipline, shew him my Treatise of / The Art Military. /
Hold, I wou'd as willingly he shou'd read a Play. /
O pray, forsooth Mother, let me have a Play. /
No, Sirrah, there are young Students of the Law enough spoil'd /
already, by Playes; they wou'd make you in love with your Landress, or /
what's worse, some Queen of the Stage, that was a Landress; and so /
turn Keeper before you are of age. /
[Several crossing the Stage.
But stay, Jerry, is not that Mr. what-d' y' call-him, that goes there: he that /
offer'd to sell me a Suit in Chancery for five hundred pound, for a hundred /
down, and only paying the Clerks Fees? /
Ay, forsooth, 'tis he. /
Then stay here, and have a care of the Bags, whil'st I follow / [300] him: have a care of the Bags, I say. /
And do you have a care, forsooth, of the Statute against Champertee, / I say. /
Enter Freeman to them.
So, there's a limb of my Widow, which was wont to be inseparable /
from her: she can't be far. /
[Aside.
How now, my pretty Son-in-law that shall be, where's my Widow? /
My Mother, but not your Widow, will be forthcoming presently. /
Your Servant, Major; what, are you buying Furniture for a little / sleeping Closet, which you miscall a Study? For you do only by your / Books, as by your Wenches, bind 'em up neatly, and make 'em fine, / for other people to use 'em: And your Bookseller is properly your Upholsters; / for he furnishes your Room, rather than your Head. /
Well, well, good Sea-Lieutenant, study you your Compass, that's / more than your head can deal with. (I will go find out the Widow, to / keep her out of his sight, or he'll board her, whil'st I am treating a Peace.) /
Manent Freeman, Jerry.
Nay pr'ythee, Friend, now, let me have but the Seven Champipions, / you shall trust me no longer than till my Mothers Mr. Splitcause / comes; for I hope he'll lend me wherewithall to pay for't. /
Lend thee here, I'll pay him. Do you want Money, Squire? / I'm sorry a Man of your Estate shou'd want Money. /
Nay, my Mother will ne'r let me be at Age: And till then, she / sayes--- /
At Age! Why, you are at Age already, to have spent an Estate, / Man; there are younger than you, have kept their Women these three / Years, have had half a dozen Claps, and lost as many thousand pounds / [325] at Play. /
Ay, they are happy Sparks! nay, I know some of my School-Fellows, / who, when we were at School, were two Years younger than / me; but now, I know not how, are grown Men before me, and go where / they will, and look to themselves: but my Curmudgeonly Mother wo'nt / allow me wherewithall to be a Man of my self with. /
Why there 'tis, I knew your Mother was it in the fault: Ask but / your School-Fellows what they did, to be Men of themselves. /
Why, I know they went to Law with their Mothers; for they / say, there's no good to be done upon a Widow Mother, till one goes to / Law with her: but mine is as plaguy a Lawyer, as any's of our Inn. Then / wou'd she marry too, and cut down my Trees: Now I shou'd hate, Man, / to have my Father's. Wife kiss'd, and slap'd, and t'other thing too, (you / know what I mean) by another Man; and our Trees are the purest, tall, / even, shady twigs, by my fa--- /
Come, Squire, let your Mother and your Trees fall as she pleases /
rather than wear this Gown, and carry green Bags all thy life; and /
be pointed at for a Tony: But you shall be able to deal with her yet the /
common way; thou shalt make false Love to some Lawyer's daughter, /
whose Father, upon the hopes of thy marrying her, shall lend thee Money, /
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and Law, to preserve thy Estate and Trees; and thy Mother is so /
ugly, no Body will have her, if she cannot cut down thy Trees. /
Nay, if I had but any Body to stand by me, I am as stomachful / as another /
That will I, I'll not see any hopeful young Gentleman / [350] abus'd. /
By any but your self. /
The truth on't is, mine's as arrant a Widow-Mother, to her poor / Child, as any's in England: She wo'nt so much as let one have six-pence / in one's Pocket, to see a Motion, or the Dancing of the Ropes, or--- /
Come, you sha'nt want Money, there's Gold for you. /
O Lurd, Sir, two Guineys! d'ye lend me this? is there no trick / in't? Well, Sir, I'll give you my Bond, for security. /
No, no, thou hast given me thy face for security: Any Body / wou'd swear, thou dost not look like a Cheat. You shall have what you / will of me; and, if your Mother will not be kinder to you, come to me, / who will. /
By my fa---he's a curious fine Gentleman!--- /
[Aside.
But, will you stand by one? /
If you can be resolute. /
Can be resolv'd! Gad, if she gives me but a cross word, I'll / leave her to night, and come to you. But, now I have got Money, I'll / go to Jack of All Trades, at t'other end of the Hall, and buy the neatest, / purest things--- /
And I'll follow the great Boy, and my blow at his Mother: steal / way the Calf, and the Cow will follow you. /
Enter, on the other side, Manly, Widow Blackacre, and Oldfox.
Dam your Cause; can't you lose it without me? which you are / like enough to do, if it be as you say, an honest one: I will suffer no / longer for't. /
Nay, Captain, I tell you, you are my prime Witness, and the / [375] Cause is just now coming on, Mr. Splitcause tells me. Lord, methinks / you shou'd take a pleasure in walking here, as half you see now do; for / they have no business here, I assure you. /
Yes, but I'll assure you then, their business is to persecute me; /
but d'ye think I'll stay any longer, to have a Rogue, because he knows my /
name, pluck me aside, and whisper a Newsbook-secret to me, with a stinking /
breath? A second come piping angry from the Court, and sputter in /
my face his tedious complaints against it? A third Law-Coxcomb, because /
he saw me once at a Reader's dinner, come and put me a long Law-Case, /
to make a discovery of his indefatigable dulness, and my weari'd patience? /
A fourth, a most barbarous civil Rogue, who will keep a Man half /
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an hour in the croud with a bow'd body, and a hat off, acting the reform'd /
Sign of the Salutation Tavern, to hear his bountiful professions of service /
and friendship; whil'st he cares not if I were damn'd, and I am wishing /
him hang'd out of my way? I'd as soon run the Gantlet, as walk t'other /
turn. /
Enter to them Jerry Blackacre without his Bags; but laden with Trinkets, which he endeavors to hide from his Mother: and follow'd at a distance by Freeman.
O, are you come, Sir? But where have you been, you Ass? And / how come you thus laden? /
Look here, forsooth Mother, now here's a Duck, here's a Boarcat, / and here's an Owl. /
Yes, there is an Owl, Sir. /
He's an ungracious Bird, indeed. /
But go, thou Trangame, and carry back those Trangames, / which thou hast stol'n or purloin'd; for no Body wou'd trust a Minor in / Westminster-hall sure. /
[400] Hold your self contented, forsooth, I have these Commodities / by a fair Bargain and Sale; and there stands my Witness, and Creditor. /
How's that! What, Sir, d'ye think to get the Mother, by / giving the Child a Rattle? But where are my Bags, my Writings, you / Rascal? /
O Law! Where are they indeed? /
How, Sirrah? speak, come--- /
You can tell her, Freeman, I suppose? /
'Tis true, I made one of your Salt-water Sharks steal 'em, / whil'st he was eagerly choosing his Commodities, as he calls 'em, in order / to my design upon his Mother. /
Wo'nt you speak? Where were you, I say, you Son of a--- / an unfortunate Woman? O, Major, I'm undone; they are all that / concern my Estate, my Jointure, my Husband's Deed of Gift, / my Evidences for all my Suits now depending! What will become / of them? /
I'm glad to hear this. /
[Aside.
They'll be safe, I warrant you, Madam. /
O where? where? Come, you Villain, along with me, and shew / me where. /
Manent Manly, Freeman.
Thou hast taken the right way to get a Widow, by making her / great Boy Rebel, for, when nothing will make a Widow marry, she'll / do't to cross her Children. But canst thou in earnest marry this / Harpy, this Volume of shrivel'd blur'd Parchments and Law, this Attornies / Desk? /
[425] Ay, ay, I'll marry, and live honestly: that is, give my Creditors, / not her, due Benevolence, pay my Debts. /
Thy Creditors, you see, are not so barbarous, as to put thee in / Prison, and wilt thou commit thy self to a noisom Dungeon for thy / life? which is the only satisfaction thou canst give thy Creditors, by this / match. /
Why, is not she rich? /
Ay, but he that marries a Widow, for her Money, will find himself / as much mistaken, as the Widow, that marries a young Fellow for due / Benevolence, as you call it. /
Why, d'ye think I sha'nt deserve Wages? I'll drudge faithfully. /
I tell thee again, he that is the Slave in the Mine, has the least / propriety in the Ore: You may dig, and dig; but, if thou wou'dst have / her Money, rather get to be her Trustee, than her Husband, for a true / Widow will make over her Estate to any Body, and cheat her self, rather / than be cheated by her Children, or a second Husband. /
Enter to them Jerry, running in a fright.
O Law! I'm undone, I'm undone, my Mother will kill me: / You said you'd stand by one. /
So I will, my brave Squire, I warrant thee. /
Ay, but I dare not stay till she comes; for she's as furious, / now she has lost her Writings, as a Bitch when she has lost her / Puppies. /
The comparison's handsom! /
O, she's here! /
Enter Widow Blackacre, and Oldfox.
Take him, Jack, and make haste with / [450] him, to your Master's Lodging; and be sure you keep him up, till I / come. /
O my dear Writings! Where's this Heathen Rogue, my Minor? /
Gone to drown, or hang himself. /
No, I know him too well, he'll ne'r be Felo de se that way; / but he may go and choose a Guardian of his own head, and so be Felo de / ses beins: for he has not yet chosen one. /
Say you so? And he sha'nt want one. /
But, now I think on't, 'tis you, Sir, have put this Cheat upon / me; for there is a saying, Take hold of a Maid by her Smock, and a Widow / by her Writings, and they cannot get from you: But I'll play fast and loose / with you yet, if there be Law; and my Minor and Writings are not forthcoming, / I'll bring my Action of Detinue or Trover. But first, I'll try / to find out this Guardianless, graceless Villain. Will you jog, Major? /
If you have lost your Evidence, I hope your Causes cannot go / on, and I may be gone? /
O no, stay but a making Water while, (as one may say) and / I'll be with you again. /
Manent Manly, Freeman.
Well, sure I am the first Man that ever began a Love Intrigue, in / Westminster-hall. /
No, sure; for the Love to a Widow generally begins here: And / as the Widow's Cause goes against the Heir or Executors, the Jointure / Rivals commence their Suit to the Widow. /
Well, but how, pray, have you past your time here, since / I was forc'd to leave you alone? You have had a great deal of patience. /
[475] Is this a place to be alone, or have patience in? But I have had / patience indeed; for I have drawn upon me, since I came, but three Quarrels, / and two Law-Suits. /
Nay, faith, you are too curst to be let loose in the World; you / shou'd be ty'd up again, in your Sea-kennel, call'd a Ship. But how cou'd / you quarrel here? /
How cou'd I refrain? A Lawyer talk'd peremptorily and saucily / to me, and as good as gave me the Lye /
They do it so often to one another at the Bar, that they make no / Bones on't elsewhere. /
However, I gave him a Cuff on the Ear; whereupon he jogs / two Men, whose Backs were turn'd to us, (for they were reading at a / Booksellers) to Witness I struck him sitting the Courts; which office / they so readily promis'd, that I call'd 'em Rascals and Knights of the / Post: one of 'em presently calls two other absent Witnesses, who were / coming towards us at a distance; whil'st the other, with a Whisper, desires / to know my name, that he might have satisfaction by way of Challenge, / as t'other by way of Writ; but if it were not rather to direct his / Brother's Writ, than his own Challenge: there you see is one of my / Quarrels, and two of my Law-Suits. /
So:---and the other two? /
For advising a Poet to leave off Writing, and turn Lawyer, / because he is dull, and impudent, and sayes or writes nothing now, but / by Precedent. /
And the third Quarrel? /
[500] For giving more sincere Advice, to a handsom, well-drest, / young Fellow (who ask'd it too) not to marry a Wench, that he lov'd, / and I had lay'n with. /
Nay, if you will be giving your sincere advice to Lovers, and / Poets, you will not fail of Quarrels. /
Or, if I stay in this place; for I see more Quarrels crouding upon / me: let's be gone, and avoid 'em. /
Enter Novel, at a distance, coming towards them.
A Plague on him, that Sneer is ominous to us; he is coming upon us, and / we shall not be rid of him. /Dear Bully, don't look so grum upon me; you told me just / now, you had forgiven me a little harmless Raillery upon wooden legs / last night. /
Yes, yes, pray be gone, I am talking of business. /
Can't I hear it? I love thee, and will be faithful, and alwayes--- /
Impertinent! 'Tis Business that concerns Freeman only. /
Well, I love Freeman too, and wou'd not divulge his secret: / pr'ythee speak, pr'ythee, I must--- /
Pr'ythee let me be rid of thee, I must be rid of / thee. /
Faith, thou canst hardly, I love thee so. Come, I must know the / business. /
So, I have it now. /
[Aside.
Why, if you needs will know it, he has a quarrel, and his Adversary bids /
him bring two Friends with him: now, I am one; and we are thinking /
who we shall have for a third. /
Several crossing the Stage.
[525] A Pox, there goes a Fellow owes me an Hundred pound, / and goes out of Town to morrow: I'll speak with him, and come to / you preesently. /
No but you wo' not. /
You are dextrously rid of him. /
Enter Oldfox.
To what purpose, since here comes another, as impertinent? I / know, by his grin, he is bound hither. /
Your Servant, worthy, noble Captain: Well, I have left the / Widow, because she carry'd me from your company; for, faith Captain, / I must needs tell thee, thou art the only Officer in England, who was not / an Edg-hill Officer, that I care for. /
I'm sorry for't. /
Why, wou'dst thou have me love them? /
Any body, rather than me. /
What, you are modest I see! therefore too, I love / thee. /
No, I am not modest, but love to brag my self, and can't patiently / hear you fight over the last Civil War; therefore go look out the / Fellow I saw just now here, that walks with his Stockings and his Sword / out at heels, and let him tell you the History of that scar on his cheek, to / give you occasion to shew yours, got in the field at Bloomsbury, not that of / Edg-hill: go to him, poor Fellow, he is fasting, and has not yet the happiness / this morning to stink of Brandy and Tobacco; go give him some / to hear you, I am busie. /
Well, ygad, I love thee now, Boy, for thy surliness: thou art no / [550] tame Captain, I see, that will suffer--- /
An old Fox. /
All that sha'nt make me angry: I consider thou art peevish, and / fretting at some ill success at Law. Pr'ythee tell me what ill luck you / have met with here. /
You. /
Do I look like the Picture of ill Luck? Gadsnouns, I / love thee more and more; and shall I tell thee what made me love thee / first? /
Do: that I may be rid of that damn'd quality, and / thee. /
'Twas thy wearing that broad Sword there. /
Here, Freeman, let's change: I'll never wear it more. /
How! You wo' not sure. Pr'ythee don't look like one of / our Holyday Captains now adayes, with a Bodkin by your side, your Martinet / Rogues. /
(O, then there's hopes.) /
[Aside.
What, d'ye find fault with Martinet? let me tell you, Sir, 'tis the best exercise /
in the World; the most ready, most easie, most graceful exercise /
that ever was us'd, and the most--- /
Nay, nay, Sir, no more, Sir, your Servant, if you praise Martinet / once, I have done with you, Sir. Martinet! Martinet! /
Nay, you have made him leave you as willingly, as ever he did / an Enemy; for he was truly for the King and Parliament: for the Parliament, / in their List; and for the King, in cheating 'em of their Pay, and / [575] never hurting the King's party in the Field. /
Enter a Lawyer towards them.
A Pox! this way; here's a Lawyer I know threatning us with / another greeting. /
Sir, Sir, your very Servant; I was afraid you had forgotten / me. /
I was not afraid you had forgotten me. /
No, Sir, we Lawyers have pretty good memories. /
You ought to have, by your Wits. /
O, you are a merry Gentleman, Sir; I remember you were / merry, when I was last in your company. /
I was never merry in thy company, Mr. Lawyer, sure. /
Why, I'm sure you jok'd upon me, and shamm'd me all night / long. /
Shamm'd! pr'ythee what barbarous Law-term is that? /
Shamming! Why, don't you know that? 'tis all our way of / Wit Sir. /
I am glad I do not know it then: Shamming! What does he / mean by't, Freeman? /
Shamming, is telling you an insipid, dull Lye, with a / dull Face, which the slie Wag the Author only laughs at himself; and / making himself believe 'tis a good Jest, puts the Sham only upon himself. /
So, your Lawyers Jest, I find, like his Practice, has more / Knavery than Wit in't. I shou'd make the worst Shammer in England; / I must alwayes deal ingeniously, as I will with you, Mr. Lawyer, and advise / you to be seen rather with Attornies and Solicitors, than such Fellows / [600] as I am; they will credit your practice more. /
No, Sir, your company's an honour to me. /
No, faith, go this way, there goes an Attorney, leave / me for him: let it be never said, a Lawyers Civility did him / hurt. /
No, worthy honour'd Sir, I'll not leave you for any Attorney / sure. /
Unless he had a Fee in his hand. /
Have you any business here, Sir? try me: I'd serve you sooner / than any Attorney breathing. /
Business!---So, I have thought of a sure way. /
[Aside.
Yes, faith, I have a little business. /
Have you so, Sir? in what Court, Sir? what is't, Sir? tell me / but how I may serve you, and I'll do't, Sir; and take it for as great an / honour--- /
Faith, 'tis for a poor Orphan of a Sea-Officer of mine, that / has no Money; but if it cou'd be follow'd in Forma Pauperis; and when / the Legacy's recover'd--- /
Forma Pauperis, Sir! /
Ay, Sir. /
Several crossing the Stage.
Mr. Bumblecase, Mr. Bumblecase, a word with you; Sir, I beg / your pardon at present, I have a little business.--- /
Which is not in Forma Pauperis. /
So, you have now found a way to be rid of people without quarrelling. /
Enter Alderman.
But here's a City Rogue will stick as hard upon us, as if I ow'd / [625] him Money. /
Captain, noble Sir, I am yours heartily d'ye see: Why shou'd / you avoid your old Friends? /
And why shou'd you follow me? I owe you nothing. /
Out of my hearty respects to you; for there is not a Man in / England. /
Thou wou'dst save from hanging, with the expence of a shilling / only. /
Nay, nay, but Captain, you are like enough to tell / me--- /
Truth, which you wo'nt care to hear; therefore you had better / go talk with some body else. /
No, I know no body can inform me better, of some young Wit, / or Spendthrift, that has a good dip'd Seat and Estate in Middlesex, Hartfordshire, / Essex, or Kent, any of these wou'd serve my turn: now, if you / knew of such an one, and wou'd but help--- /
You to finish his ruine. /
I faith, you shou'd have a snip--- /
Of your Nose; you thirty in the hundred Rascal, wou'd you / make me your Squire Setter, your Baud for Mannors? /
Oh! /
Hold, or here will be your third Law-Suit. /
Gads precious, you hectoring person you, are you wild? I meant / you no hurt, Sir; I begin to think (as things go) Land security best, / and have, for a convenient Mortgage, some ten, fifteen, or twenty thousand / [650] pound by me. /
Then go lay it out upon an Hospital, and take a Mortgage of / Heaven, according to your City custom; for you think, by laying out a / little Money, to hook in that too hereafter: do, I say, and keep the / Poor you've made, by taking forfeitures, that Heaven may not take / yours /
No, to keep the Cripples you make this War; this War spoils / our Trade. /
Dam your Trade, 'tis the better for't. /
What, will you speak against our Trade? /
And dare you speak against the War, our Trade? /
Well, he may be a Convoy of ships I am concern'd in. /
[Aside.
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Come, Captain, I will have a fair correspondency with you, say what /
you will. /
Then pr'ythee be gone. /
No, faith; pr'ythee, Captain, let's go drink a Dish of Lac'd / Coffee, and talk of the Times: Come, I'll treat you; nay, you shall go, / for I have no business here. /
But I have. /
To pick up a Man to give thee a Dinner? Come, I'll do thy business / for thee. /
Faith, now I think on't, so you may, as well as any Man; for 'tis / to pick up a Man, to be bound with me, to one who expects City security, / for--- /
Nay, then your Servant, Captain; business must be done. /
[675] Ay, if it can; but hark you, Alderman, without you--- /
Business Sir, I say, must be done; and there's an Officer of the / Treasury I have an Affair with--- /
You see now what the mighty friendship of the World is; what / all Ceremony, Embraces, and plentiful Professions come to: You are no / more to believe a professing Friend, than a threatning Enemy; and as no / Man hurts you, that tells you he'll do you a mischief, no man, you see, is / your Servant, who sayes he is so. Why, the Devil, then shou'd a Man be / troubled with the flattery of Knaves, if he be not a Fool, or Cully; or / with the fondness of Fools, if he be not a Knave, or Cheat? /
Only for his pleasure; for there is some in laughing at Fools, and / disappointing Knaves. /
That's a pleasure, I think, wou'd cost you too dear, as well as / marrying your Widow to disappoint her; but, for my part, I have no / pleasure by 'em, but in despising 'em, wheresoe'r I meet 'em; and then, / the pleasure of hoping so to be rid of 'em. But now my comfort is, I / am not worth a shilling in the World, which all the World shall know; / and then I'm sure I shall have none of 'em come near me. /
A very pretty comfort, which I think you pay too dear for: But / is the twenty pound gone since the morning? /
To my Boats Crew: wou'd you have the poor, honest brave / Fellows want? /
Rather than you, or I. /
Why, art thou without Money? thou who art a Friend to every / Body? /
[700] I ventur'd my last stake upon the Squire, to nick him of his Mother; / and cannot help you to a dinner, unless you will go dine with my / Lord--- /
No, no, the Ordinary is too dear for me, where flattery must pay / for my dinner: I am no Herald, or Poet. /
We'll go then to the Bishops /
There you must flatter the old Philosophy: I cannot renounce / my reason for a dinner. /
Why, then let's go to your Aldermans. /
Hang him, Rogue! that were not to dine; for he makes you / drunk with Lees of Sack before dinner, to take away your stomach: and / there you must call Usury and Extortion, Gods blessings, or the honest / turning of the Penny; hear him brag of the leather Breeches in which he / trotted first to Town; and make a greater noise with his Money in his / Parlor, than his Casheers do in his Counting house, without hopes of borrowing / a shilling. /
Ay, a pox on't, 'tis like dining with the great Gamesters; and, / when they fall to their common Dessert, see the heaps of Gold drawn on / all hands, without going to twelve. Let us go to my Lady Goodly's. /
There, to flatter her looks, you must mistake her Grandchildren / for her own; praise her Cook, that she may rail at him: and feed her / Dogs, not your self. /
What d'ye think of eating with your Lawyer then? /
Eat with him! Dam him; to hear him employ his barbarous / eloquence in a Reading upon the two and thirty good Bits in a shoulder / [725] of Veal; and be forc'd your self to praise the cold Bribe pye, that stinks; / and drink Law-French Wine, as rough and harsh, as his Law-French. / A pox on him, I'd rather dine in the Temple Rounds, or Walks, with the / Knights without Noses, or the Knights of the Post; who are honester / Fellows, and better company. But let us home, and try our Fortune; / for I'll stay no longer here, for your damn'd Widow. /
Well, let us go home then; for I must go for my damn'd Widow, / and look after my new damn'd Charge; three or four hundred Year ago, / a Man might have din'd in this Hall. /
Manly's Lodging.
Enter Manly, and Fidelia.
Well, there's success in thy face; hast thou prevail'd? / say. /
As I cou'd wish, Sir. /
So, I told thee what thou wert fit for, and thou wou'dst not believe / me. Come, thank me for bringing thee acquainted with thy Genius. / Well, thou hast mollifi'd her heart for me? /
No, Sir, not so; but what's better. /
How? what's better! /
I shall harden your heart against her. /
Have a care, Sir, my heart is too much in earnest to be fool'd / with, and my desire at heighth, and needs no delayes to incite it; what, / you are too good a Pimp already, and know how to endear pleasure, by / with-holding it? but leave off your Pages, Baudy-house tricks, Sir, and / tell me, will she be kind? /
Kinder than you cou'd wish, Sir. /
So then: well, pr'ythee what said she? /
She said--- /
What? thou'rt so tedious; speak comfort to me: what? /
That, of all things, you were her aversion. /
How? /
That she wou'd sooner take a Bedfellow out of an Hospital, and / Diseases, into her Arms, than you. /
What? /
That she wou'd rather trust her Honour with a dissolute, debauch'd / [25] Hector; nay worse, with a finical baffled Coward, all over / loathsom with affectation of the fine Gentleman; /
What's all this you say? /
Nay, that my offers of your Love to her, were more offensive, / than when Parents wooe their Virgin Daughters, to the enjoyment of / Riches onely; and that you were, in all circumstances, as nauseous to her, / as a Husband on compulsion. /
Hold, I understand you not. /
So, 'twill work I see. /
Did not you tell me--- /
She call'd you ten thousand Ruffins. /
Hold, I say. /
Brutes--- /
Hold. /
Sea-Monsters--- /
Dam your intelligence: hear me a little now. /
Nay, surly Coward she call'd you too. /
Won't you hold yet? hold, or--- /
Nay, Sir, pardon me; I cou'd not but tell you she had the baseness, / the injustice, to call you Coward, Sir, Coward, Coward, Sir. /
Not yet?--- /
I've done. Coward, Sir. /
Did not you say she was kinder than I cou'd wish her? /
Yes, Sir. /
How then?---O---I understand you now. At first, she appear'd / [50] in rage, and disdain, the truest sign of a coming Woman; but, at / last, you prevail'd it seems: did you not? /
Yes, Sir. /
So then, let's know that only; come, pr'ythee, without delays: / I'll kiss thee for that News before hand. /
So; the Kiss, I'm sure, is welcome to me, whatsoe're the News / will be to you. /
Come, speak, my dear Voluntier. /
How welcome were that kind word too, if it were not for another / Womans sake! /
What, won't you speak? You prevail'd for me, at last, you / say? /
No, Sir. /
No more of your fooling, Sir; it will not agree with my impatience, / or temper. /
Then, not to fool you, Sir, I spoke to her for you, but prevail'd / for my self; she wou'd not hear me when I spoke in your behalf; but / bid my say what I wou'd in my own, tho' she gave me no occasion, she / was so coming: and so was kinder, Sir, than you cou'd wish; which I / was only afraid to let you know, without some warning. /
How's this? Young man, you are of a lying age; but I must / hear you out, and if--- /
I wou'd not abuse you, and cannot wrong her by any report of / her, she is so wicked. /
How, wicked! had she the impudence, at the second sight of / [75] you only--- /
Impudence, Sir! Oh, she has impudence enough to put a Court / out of countenance, and debauch a Stews. /
Why, what said she? /
Her tongue, I confess, was silent; but her speaking Eyes gloted / such things, more immodest, and lascivious, than Ravishers can act, or / Women under a confinement think. /
I know there are whose Eyes reflect more Obscenity, than the / Glasses in Alcoves; but there are others too who use a little Art with / their looks, to make 'em seem more beautiful, not more loving: which / vain young Fellows, like you, are apt to interpret in their own favor, and / to the Lady's wrong. /
Seldom, Sir; pray have you a care of gloting Eyes; for he that / loves to gaze upon 'em, will find, at last, a thousand Fools and Cuckolds / in 'em, instead of Cupids. /
Very well, Sir: but, what, you had only eye-kindness from / Olivia? /
I tell you again, Sir, no Woman sticks there: Eye-promises of / Love they only keep; nay, they are Contracts which make you sure of / 'em. In short, Sir, she, seeing me, with shame and amazement dumb, unactive, / and resistless, threw her twisting arms about my neck, and smother'd / me with a thousand tasteless Kisses: believe me, Sir, they were so / to me. /
Why did you not avoid 'em then? /
I fenced with her eager Arms, as you did with the grapples of / [100] the Enemys Fireship; and nothing but cutting 'em off, cou'd have freed / me. /
Damn'd, damn'd Woman, that cou'd be so false and infamous! / And damn'd, damn'd heart of mine, that cannot yet be false, tho' so infamous! / What easie, tame, suffering, trampled things does that little / God of talking Cowards make of us! but--- /
So! it works I find as I expected. /
But she was false to me before, she told me so her self, and yet I / cou'd not quite believe it; but she was, so that her second falseness is a / favor to me, not an injury, in revenging me upon the Man that wrong'd / me first of her Love. Her Love!---a Whores, a Witches Love!--- / But, what, did she not kiss well, Sir? I'm sure I thought her Lips--- / but I must not think of 'em more---but! yet they are such I cou'd still / kiss,---grow to and then tear off with my teeth, grind 'em into mammocks, / and spit 'em into her Cuckolds face. /
Poor man, how uneasie he is! I have hardly the heart to give / him so much pain, tho' withall I give him a cure; and to my self new / life. /
But, what, her Kisses sure cou'd not but warm you into desire at / last, or a compliance with hers at least? /
Nay more, I confess--- /
What more? speak. /
All you cou'd fear had pass'd between us, if I cou'd have been / made to wrong you, Sir, in that nature. /
Cou'd have been made! you lie, you did. /
[125] Indeed, Sir, 'twas impossible for me; besides, we were interrupted / by a visit; but, I confess, she would not let me stir, till I promis'd / to return to her again, within this hour, as soon as it shou'd be dark; by / which time, she wou'd dispose of her visit, and her servants, and her self, / for my reception: which I was fain to promise to get from her. /
Ha! /
But if ever I go near her again, may you, Sir, think me as false to / you, as she is; hate, and renounce me; as you ought to do her, and I / hope will do now. /
Well, but now I think on't, you shall keep your word with / your Lady. What, a young Fellow, and fail the first, nay, so tempting / an assignation! /
How, Sir? /
I say you shall go to her when 'tis dark, and shall not disappoint / her. /
I, Sir! I shou'd disappoint her more by going; for--- /
How so? /
Her impudence, and injustice to you, will make me disappoint / her Love; loath her. /
Come, you have my leave; and if you disgust her, I'll go with / you, and act Love, whil'st you shall talk it only. /
You, Sir! nay, then I'll never go near her. You act Love, Sir! / You must but act it indeed, after all I have said to you. Think of your / Honour, Sir, Love--- /
Well, call it Revenge, and that is Honourable: I'll be reveng'd / [150] on her; and thou shalt be my second. /
Not in a base action, Sir, when you are your own Enemy: O go / not near her, Sir, for Heav'ns sake, for your own, think not of it. /
How concern'd you are! I thought I shou'd catch you. What, / you are my Rival at last, and are in Love with her your self; and have / spoken ill of her, out of your Love to her, not me; and therefore / wou'd not have me go to her! /
Heav'n witness for me, 'tis because I love you only, I wou'd not / have you go to her. /
Come, come, the more I think on't, the more I'm satisfi'd you / do love her: those Kisses, young Man, I knew were irresistible; tis / certain. /
There is nothing certain in the World, Sir, but my Truth, and / your Courage. /
Your Servant, Sir. Besides false, and ungrateful, as she has / been to me; and tho' I may believe her hatred to me, great as you report / it; yet I cannot think you are so soon, and at that rate, belov'd by / her, tho' you may endeavor it. /
Nay, if that be all, and you doubt it still, Sir, I will conduct you / to her; and, unseen, your Ears shall judge of her falseness, and my Truth / to you: if that will satisfie you. /
Yes, there is some satisfaction in being quite out of doubt: because / 'tis that alone with-holds us from the pleasure of Revenge. /
Revenge! What Revenge can you have, Sir? Disdain is best reveng'd / by scorn; and faithless Love, by loving another, and making her / [175] happy with the others losings: which, if I might advise--- /
Enter Freeman.
Not a word more. /
What are you talking of Love yet, Captain? I thought you / had done with't. /
Why, what did you hear me say? /
Something imperfectly of Love, I think. /
I was only wond'ring why Fools, Rascals, and desertless / Wretches, shou'd still have the better of Men of Merit, with all Women; / as much as with their own common Mistress, Fortune! /
Because most Women, like Fortune, are blind, seem to do all / things in jest, and take pleasure in extravagant actions; their love deserves / neither thanks, or blame, for they cannot help it: 'tis all sympathy; / therefore the noisie, the sinical, the talkative, the cowardly and / effeminate, have the better of the brave, the reasonable, and Man of / Honour; for they have no more reason in their love, or kindness, than / Fortune her self. /
Yes, they have their reason. First, Honour in a Man they fear / too much to love; and Sence in a Lover, upbraids their want of it; and / they hate any thing that disturbs their admiration of themselves; but / they are of that vain number, who had rather shew their false generosity, / in giving away profusely to worthless Flatterers, than in paying just / Debts: And, in short, all Women, like Fortune, (as you say) and Rewards, / are lost, by too much meriting. /
All Women, Sir! sure there are some, who have no other quarrel / to a Lovers merit, but that it begets their despair of him. /
[200] Thou art young enough to be credulous; but we--- /
Enter 1. Sailor.
Here are now below, the scolding, daggled Gentlewoman, and / that Major Old---old---Fop, I think you call him. /
Oldfox: pr'ythee bid 'em come up, with your leave, Captain, / for now I can talk with her upon the square; if I shall not disturb / you. /
No; for I'll be gone. Come, Voluntier. /
Nay, pray stay; the Scene between us will not be so tedious to / you, as you think: besides, you shall see, how I have rigg'd my Squire / out, with the remains of my shipwrack'd Wardrobe; he is under your / Sea-Valet de Chambre's hands, and by this time drest, and will be worth / your seeing. Stay, and I'll fetch my Fool. /
No; you know I cannot easily laugh: besides, my Voluntier / and I have business abroad. /
Enter Major Oldfox, and Widow Blackacre.
What, no body here! Did not the Fellow say he was / within? /
Yes, Lady; and he may be perhaps a little busie at present; but, /
if you think the time long till he comes, [Unfolding Papers.] I'll read /
you here some of the fruit of my leisure, the overflowings of my fancy /
and Pen. (To value me right, she must know my parts.) /
[Aside.
Come--- /
No, no; I have reading work enough of my own, in my Bag, I / thank you. /
I, Law, Madam; but here is a Poem, in blank Verse, which I / think a handsom Declaration of one's Passion. /
[225] O! if you talk of Declarations, I'll shew you one of the prettiest / pen'd things, which I mended too my self you must know; /
Nay, Lady, if you have us'd your self so much to the reading / of harsh Law, that you hate smooth Poetry; here is a Character for you, / of--- /
A Character! Nay, then I'll shew you my Bill in Chancery / here, that gives you such a Character of my Adversary, makes him as / black--- /
Pshaw; away, away, Lady. But if you think the Character / too long, here is an Epigram not above 20 Lines, upon a cruel Lady; / who Decreed her Servant shou'd hang himself, to demonstrate his / Passion. /
Decreed! if you talk of Decreeing, I have such a Decree here, / drawn by the finest Clerk--- /
O Lady, Lady, all interruption, and no sence between us, as if /
we were lawyers at the Bar! But I had forgot, Apollo and Littleton never /
lodge in a head together. If you hate Verses, I'll give you a cast of my /
Politics in Prose: 'tis a Letter to a Friend in the Countrey; which is /
now the way of all such sober, solid persons as my self, when they have a /
mind to publish their disgust to the Times; tho' perhaps, between you /
and I, they have no Friend in the Countrey. And sure a Politic, serious /
person may as well have a feign'd Friend in the Countrey to write to, as /
well as an idle Poet a feign'd Mistress to write to. And so here is my Letter /
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to a Friend, or no Friend, in the Countrey, concerning the late conjuncture /
of Affairs, in relation to Coffee-houses: or the Coffee-man's /
[250] Case. /
Nay, if your Letter have a Case in't, 'tis something; but first / I'll read you a Letter of mine, to a Friend in the Countrey, call'd a Letter / of Attorney. /
Enter to them Freeman, and Jerry Blackacre, in an old gaudy Suit, and Red Breeches of Freeman's.
What, Interruption still? O the plague of Interruption! worse / to an Author, than the plague of Critics! /
What's this I see, Jerry Blackacre, my Minor, in Red Breeches! / What, hast thou left the modest seemly Garb of Gown and Cap, for this? / And have I lost all my good Inns of Chancery breeding upon thee then? / And thou wilt go a breeding thy self, from our Inn of Chancery and Westminster-hall, / at Coffee-houses and Ordinaries, Play-houses, Tennis-courts, / and Baudy-houses. /
Ay, ay, what then? perhaps I will; but what's that to you? / here's my Guardian and Tutor now forsooth, that I am out of your / Hucksters hands. /
How? thou hast not chosen him for thy Guardian yet? /
No, but he has chosen me for his Charge, and that's all one; and / I'll do any thing he'll have me, and go all the World over with him; to / Ordinaries, and Baudy-houses, or any where else. /
To Ordinaries and Baudy-houses! have a care, Minor, thou wilt / infeeble there thy Estate, and Body: do not go to Ordinaries and Baudy-houses, / good Jerry. /
Why, how come you to know any ill by Baudy-houses? You / never had any hurt by 'em, had you, forsooth? Pray hold your self contented; / if I do go where Money and Wenches are to be had, you may / [275] thank your self; for you us'd me so unnaturally, you wou'd never let me / have a Penny to go abroad with; nor so much as come near the Garret, / where your Maidens lay; nay, you wou'd not so much as let me play at / Hotcockles with 'em, nor have any Recreation with 'em, tho' one shou'd / have kiss you behind, you were so unnatural a Mother, so you were. /
Ay, a very unnatural Mother, faith, Squire. /
But, Jerry, consider thou art yet but a Minor; however, if thou / writ go home with me again, and be a good Child, thou shalt see--- /
Madam, I must have a better care of my Heir under age, than / so; I wou'd sooner trust him alone with a stale Waiting-woman and a / Parson, than with his Widow Mother and her Lover or Lawyer. /
Why, thou Villain, part Mother and Minor! Rob me of my / Child and my Writings! but thou shalt find there's Law; and as in the / Case of Ravishment, of Guard---Westminster the Second. /
Young Gentleman, Squire, pray be rul'd by your Mother, and / your Friends. /
Yes, I'll be rul'd by my Friends, therefore not by my Mother, so / I won't: I'll choose him for my Guardian till I am of age; nay, may be / for as long as I live. /
Wilt thou so, thou Wretch? And when thou'rt of age, thou / wilt Sign, Seal, and Deliver too, wilt thou? /
Yes marry will I, if you go there too. /
O do not squeeze Wax, Son; rather go to Ordinaries, and Baudy-houses, / than squeeze Wax: if thou dost that, farewell the goodly / Mannor of Blackacre, with all its Woods, Underwoods, and Appurtenances / [300] whatever. Oh, oh! /
Come, Madam, in short, you see I am resolv'd to have a share / in the Estate, yours or your Sons; if I cannot get you, I'll keep him, who / is less coy you find; but, if you wou'd have your Son again, you must / take me too. Peace, or War? Love, or Law? You see my Hostage is / in my hand: I'm in possession. /
Nay, if one of us must be ruin'd, e'en let it be him. By my / Body, a good one! Did you ever know yet a Widow marry or not marry / for the sake of her Child? I'd have you to know, Sir, I shall be hard / enough for you both yet, without marrying you: if Jerry won't be rul'd / by me, what say you, Booby, will you be rul'd? speak. /
Let one alone, can't you? /
Wilt thou choose him for Guardian, whom I refuse for Husband? /
Ay, to choose, I thank you. /
And are all my hopes frustrated? Shall I never hear thee put / Cases again to John the Butler, or our Vicar? Never see thee amble the / Circuit with the Judges; and hear thee, in our Town-Hall, louder than / the Cryer? /
No; for I have taken my leave of Lawyering, and Pettifogging. /
Pettifogging! thou prophane Villain, hast thou so? Pettifogging! / ---then you shall take your leave of me, and your Estate too; / thou shalt be an Alien to me and it for ever. Pettifogging! /
O, but if you go there too, Mother, we have the Deeds, and / Settlements, I thank you: Wou'd you cheat me of my Estate, / ifac? /
[325] No, no, I will not cheat your little Brother Bob; for thou wert / not born in Wedlock. /
How's that? /
How? What Quirk has she got in her head now? /
I say thou canst not, shalt not inherit the Blackacres Estate. /
Why? Why, forsooth? What d'ye mean, if you go there / to? /
Thou art but my base Child; and, according to the Law, canst / not inherit it: nay, thou art not so much as Bastard eigne. /
What, what? Am I then the Son of a Whore, Mother? /
The Law says--- /
Madam, we know what the Law says; but have a care what / you say: do not let your Passion, to ruine your Son, ruine your Reputation. /
Hang Reputation, Sir, am not I a Widow? Have no Husband, / nor intend to have any? Nor wou'd you, I suppose, now have me for a / Wife. So, I think now I'm reveng'd on my Son and you, without marrying, / as I told you. /
But, consider, Madam. /
What, have you no shame left in you, Mother? /
Wonder not at it, Major, 'tis often the poor prest Widows case, / to give up her Honour to save her Jointure; and seem to be a light / Woman, rather than marry: as some young men, they say, pretend to / have the filthy Disease, and lose their credit with most Women, to avoid / the importunities of some. /
But one word with you, Madam. /
[350] No, no, Sir. Come, Major, let us make haste, now to the Prerogative / Court. /
But, Lady, if what you say be true, will you stigmatize your / Reputation on Record? And, if it be not true, how will you prove / it? /
Pshaw! I can prove any thing; and for my Reputation, know, / Major, a wise Woman will no more value her Reputation in disinheriting / a Rebellious Son, of a good Estate; than she wou'd in getting him, to / inherit an Estate. /
Madam---We must not let her go so, Squire. /
Nay, the Devil can't stop her tho' if she has a mind to 't. But / come, Bully Guardian, we'll go and advise with three Attornies, two / Proctors, two Solicitors, and a shrewd man of White Friers, neither Attorney, / Proctor, or Solicitor, but as pure a Pimp to the Law as any of 'em; / and sure all they will be hard enough for her: for I fear, Bully Guardian, / you are too good a Joker, to have any Law in your head. /
Thou'rt in the right on't, Squire; I understand no Law: especially / that against Bastards, since I'm sure the Custom is against that / Law; and more people get Estates by being so, than lose 'em. /
The Scene changes to Olivia's Lodging.
Enter Lord Plausible, and Boy with a Candle.
Little Gentleman, your most obedient, faithful, humble / Servant: where, I beseech you, is that Divine person your Noble / Lady? /
Gone out, my Lord; but commanded me to give you this / Letter. /
Enter to him Novel.
Which he must not observe [Aside.] Puts it up. /
[375] Hey, Boy, where is thy Lady? /
Gone out, Sir; but I must beg a word with you. /
For me? So. /
[Puts up the Letter.
Servant, Servant, my Lord; you see the Lady knew of your coming, for /
she is gone out. /
Sir, I humbly beseech you not to censure the Lady's good / breeding: she has reason to use more liberty with me, than with any / other man. /
How, Vicount, how? /
Nay, I humbly beseech you, be not in choler; where there / is most love, there may be most freedom. /
Nay, then 'tis time to come to an eclercisment with you, and to / tell you, you must think no more of this Lady's love. /
Why, under correction, dear Sir? /
There are Reasons, Reasons, Vicount. /
What, I beseech you, Noble Sir? /
Pr'ythee, pr'ythee be not impertinent, my Lord; some of you / Lords are such conceited, well-assur'd, impertinent Rogues; /
And you noble Wits, are so full of shamming, and droling, / one knows not where to have you, seriously. /
Well, you shall find me in Bed, with this Lady, one of these / dayes. /
Nay, I beseech you, spare the Lady's Honour; for her's and / mine will be all one shortly. /
Pr'ythee, my Lord, be not an Ass: dost thou think to get her /
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[400] from me? I have had such encouragements--- /
I have not been thought unworthy of 'em. /
What, not like mine! Come to an eclercisment, as I / said. /
Why, seriously then, she has told me, Vicountess sounded / prettily. /
And me, that Novel was a name she wou'd sooner change her's / for, than for any Title in England. /
She has commended the softness, and respectfulness of my / behaviour. /
She has prais'd the briskness of my Railery of all things, / Man. /
The sleepiness of my Eyes she lik'd. /
Sleepiness! dulness, dulness. But the fierceness of mine she / ador'd. /
[425] Hah ha!---Nay then she abus'd you, 'tis plain; for you / know what Manly said: the sweetness of your Pulvillio she might mean; / but for your breath! ha, ha, ha. Your breath is such, Man, that nothing / but Tobacco can perfume: and your Complexion nothing cou'd / mend, but the Small Pox. /
Well, Sir, you may please to be merry; but, to put you / out of all doubt, Sir, she has receiv'd some Jewels from me, of / value. /
And Presents from me; besides what I presented her jantily, by / way of 'Ombre, of three or four hundred pound value, which I'm sure / are the earnest Pence for our Love bargain. /
Nay then, Sir, with your favor, and to make an end of all / your hopes, look you there, Sir, she has writ to me.--- /
How! how! Well, well, and so she has to me: look you / there.--- /
What's here! /
How's this? /
My dear Lord,
You'll excuse me, for breaking my word with you, since 'twas to oblige, not / offend you; for I am only gone abroad but to disappoint Novel, and / meet you in the Drawing-room; where I expect you, with as much impatience, / as when I us'd to suffer Novel's Visits, the most impertinent Fop, that ever affected / the name of a Wit, therefore not capable, I hope, to give you jealousie; / for, for your sake alone, you saw, I renounc'd an old Lover, and will do all the / World. Burn the Letter, but lay up the kindness of it in your heart, with / your /
[450] Very fine! but pray let's see mine. /
I understand it not; but sure she cannot think so of / me. /
Humh! ha!---meet---for your sake---umh--- / quitted an old Lover---World---Burn---in your / heart, with your /
Just the same, the names only alter'd /
Surely there must be some mistake; or some body has / abus'd her, and us. /
Yes, you are abus'd, no doubt on't, my Lord; but I'll to Whitehall, / and see. /
And I, where I shall find you are abus'd. /
Where, if it be so, for our comfort, we cannot fail of meeting / with Fellow-sufferers enough; for, as Freeman said of another, she stands / in the Drawing-room, like the Glass, ready for all Comers to set their / Gallantry by her: and, like the Glass too, lets no man go from her, unsatisfi'd / with himself. /
Enter Olivia and Boy.
Both here, and just gone? /
Yes, Madam. /
But are you sure neither saw you deliver the other a Letter? /
Yes, yes, Madam, I am very sure. /
Go then to the Old Exchange, to Westminster, Holbourn, and all / the other places I told you of; I shall not need you these two hours: Be / gone, and take the Candle with you, and be sure you leave word again / below, I am gone out, to all that ask. /
[475] Yes, Madam. /
And my new Lover will not ask I'm sure; he has his Lesson, / and cannot miss me here, tho' in the dark: which I have purposely design'd, / as a remedy against my blushing Gallant's modesty; for young / Lovers, like game Cocks, are made bolder, by being kept without / light. /
Enter her husband Vernish, as from a Journey.
Where is she? Darkness everywhere! /
What, come before your time? my Soul! my Life! your haste / has augmented your kindness; and let me thank you for it thus, and / thus---[Embracing and kissing him.] And tho' (my Soul) the little / time since you left me, has seem'd an Age to my impatience, sure it is yet / but seven--- /
How! who's that you expected after seven? /
Ha! my Husband return'd! and have I been throwing away / so many kind Kisses on my Husband, and wrong'd my Lover already? /
Speak, I say, who was't you expected after seven? /
What shall I say?---oh--- /
[Aside.
Why, 'tis but seven days, is it, dearest, since you went out of Town? /
and I expected you not so soon. /
No, sure, 'tis but five days since I left you. /
Pardon my impatience, dearest, I thought 'em seven at / least. /
Nay then--- /
But, my life, you shall never stay half so long from me again; / you shan't, indeed, by this kiss, you shan't. /
[500] No, no, but why alone in the dark? /
Blame not my melancholy in your absence--- / But, my Soul, since you went, I have strange News to tell you: Manly is / return'd. /
Manly return'd! Fortune forbid. /
Met with the Dutch in the Channel, fought, sunk his ship, and / all he carri'd with him: he was here with me yesterday. /
And did you own our Marriage to him? /
I told him I was marry'd, to put an end to his love, and my / trouble; but to whom, is yet a secret kept from him, and all the World: / And I have us'd him so scurvily, his great spirit will ne'r return, to / reason it farther with me; I have sent him to Sea again, I warrant. /
'Twas bravely done. And sure he will now hate the shore more / than ever, after so great a disappointment. Be you sure only to keep / awhile our great secret, till he be gone: in the mean time, I'll lead the / easie honest Fool by the Nose, as I us'd to do; and, whil'st he stays, rail / with him at thee; and, when he's gone, laugh with thee at him. But / have you his Cabinet of Jewels safe? Part not with a Seed Pearl to him, / to keep him from starving. /
Nor from hanging. /
He cannot recover 'em; and, I think, will scorn to beg 'em / again. /
But, my life, have you taken the thousand Guineys he left in / my name, out of the Goldsmiths hands? /
Ay, ay, they are remov'd to another Goldsmiths. /
[525] Ay but, my Soul, you had best have a care he find not where the / money is; for his present wants (as I'm inform'd) are such, as will / make him inquisitive enough. /
You say true, and he knows the man too: but I'll remove it to / morrow. /
To morrow! O do not stay till to morrow: go to night, immediately. /
Now I think on't, you advise well, and I will go presently. /
Presently! instantly: I will not let you stay a jot. /
I will then, tho' I return not home till twelve. /
Nay, tho' not till morning, with all my heart: go, dearest, I am /
impatient till you are gone--- /
[Thrusts him out.
So, I have at once now brought about those two grateful businesses, which /
all prudent Women do together, secur'd money and pleasure; and now /
all interruptions of the last are remov'd. Go Husband, and come up /
Friend; just the Bucket's in the Well: the absence of one brings the /
other; but I hope, like them too, they will not meet in the way, justle, and /
clash together. /
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Enter Fidelia, and Manly treading softly, and staying behind at some distance.
So, are you come? (but not the Husband-bucket, I hope, again.) / Who's there? my dearest? /My life--- /
Right, right: where are thy lips? here, take the dumb, and best / Welcomes, Kisses and Embraces; 'tis not a time for idle words. In a / a Duel of Love, as in others, Parlying shews basely. Come, we are / alone; and now the Word is only Satisfaction, and defend not thy / self. /
[550] How's this? Wuh, she makes Love like a Devil in a Play; / and in this darkness, which conceals her Angels face; if I were apt to be / afraid, I shou'd think her a Devil. /
What, you traverse ground, young Gentleman. /
I take breath only. /
Good Heav'ns! how was I deceiv'd! /
Nay, you are a Coward; what are you afraid of the fierceness of / my Love? /
Yes, Madam, lest its violence might presage its change; and I / must needs be afraid you wou'd leave me quickly, who cou'd desert so / brave a Gentleman as Manly. /
O! name not his Name; for in a time of stol'n joys, as this is, / the filthy name of Husband were not a more alaying sound. /
There's some comfort yet. /
But did you not love him? /
Never. How cou'd you think it? /
Because he thought it, who is a Man of that sence, nice discerning, / and diffidency, that I shou'd think it hard to deceive him. /
No; he that distrusts most the World, trusts most to himself, / and is but the more easily deceiv'd, because he thinks he can't be deceiv'd: / his cunning is like the Coward's Sword, by which he is oftner / worsted, than defended. /
Yet, sure, you us'd no common Art, to deceive him. /
I knew he lov'd his own singular moroseness so well, as to dote / upon any Copy of it; wherefore I feign'd an hatred to the World too, / [575] that he might love me in earnest: but, if it had been hard to deceive / him, I'm sure 'twere much harder to love him. A dogged, ill-manner'd--- /
D'ye hear her, Sir? pray hear her. /
Surly, untractable, snarling Brute! he! a Masty Dog were as fit / a thing to make a Gallant of. /
Ay, a Goat, or Monky were fitter for thee. /
I must confess, for my part, (tho' my Rival) I cannot but say, / he has a Manly handsomness in's face and meen. /
So has a Saracen in the sign. /
Is proper, and well made, /
As a Drayman. /
Has Wit, /
He rails at all Mankind. /
And undoubted Corage, /
Like the Hangman's, can murder a Man when his hands are / ty'd. He has Cruelty indeed; which is no more Corage, than his Railing / is Wit. /
Thus Women, and Men like Women, are too hard for us, when / they think we do not hear 'em; and Reputation, like other Mistresses, is / never true to a Man in his absence. /
He is--- /
Pr'ythee no more of him; I thought I had satisfi'd you enough / before, that he cou'd never be a Rival for you to apprehend; and you / need not be more assur'd of my aversion to him, but by the last testimony / of my love to you: which I am ready to give you. Come, my Soul, this / [600] way--- /
But, Madam, what cou'd make you dissemble Love to him, when / 'twas so hard a thing for you, and flatter his Love to you? /
That which makes all the World flatter and dissemble, 'twas his / Money: I had a real passion for that. Yet I lov'd not that so well, as for / it to take him; for, as soon as I had his Money, I hastened his departure: / like a Wife, who, when she has made the most of a dying Husband's / breath, pulls away the Pillow. /
Damn'd Money! it's Master's potent Rival still; and, like a / saucy Pimp, corrupts, it self, the Mistress it procures for us. /
But I did not think with you, my life, to pass my time in talking. / Come hither, come; yet stay, till I have lock'd a door in the other / Room, that might chance to let us in some interruption; which reciting / Poets, or losing Gamesters, fear not more than I at this time do. /
Well, I hope you are now satisfi'd, Sir, and will be gone, to think / of your Revenge. /
No, I am not satisfi'd, and must stay to be Reveng'd. /
How, Sir? You'll use no violence to her, I hope, and forfeit your / own life, to take away hers? That were no Revenge. /
No, no, you need not fear: my Revenge shall only be upon her / honour, not her life. /
How, Sir? her honour? O Heav'ns! Consider, Sir, she has no / honour. D'ye call that Revenge? Can you think of such a thing? But / reflect, Sir, how she hates and loaths you. /
Yes, so much she hates me, that it wou'd be a Revenge sufficient, / [625] to make her accessary to my pleasure, and then let her know / it. /
No, Sir, no; to be Reveng'd on her now, were to disappoint / her. Pray, Sir, let us be gone. /
Hold off. What, you are my Rival then; and therefore you / shall stay, and keep the door for me, whil'st I go in for you: but, when / I'm gone, if you dare to stir off from this very Board, or breathe the / least murmuring Accent, I'll cut her Throat first, and if you love her, you / will not venture her life; nay, then I'll cut your Throat too; and I / know you love your own life at least. /
But, Sir, good Sir. /
Not a word more, lest I begin my Revenge on her, by killing / you. /
But are you sure 'tis Revenge, that makes you do this? how can / it be? /
Whist. /
'Tis a strange Revenge indeed. /
If you make me stay, I shall keep my word, and begin with you: / no more. /
Manet Fidelia.
Enter Manly to her.
I have thought better on't, I must not discover my self now, I / am without Witnesses; for if I barely shou'd publish it, she wou'd deny / it with as much impudence, as she wou'd act it again with this young / Fellow here. Where are you? /
Here---oh---now I suppose we may be gone. /
I will, but not you; you must stay, and act the second part of a / Lover: that is, talk kindness to her. /
Not I, Sir. /
No disputing, Sir, you must: 'tis necessary to my design, of / coming again to morrow night. /
What, can you come again then hither? /
Yes, and you must make the appointment, and an Apology for / your leaving her so soon; for I have said not a word to her, but have kept / your counsel, as I expect you shou'd do mine: do this faithfully, and I / promise you here, you shall run my Fortune still, and we will never part / as long as we live; but, if you do not do it, expect not to live. /
'Tis hard, Sir; but such a consideration will make it easier: you / won't forget your promise, Sir? /
No, by Heav'ns. But I hear her coming. /
Enter Olivia to Fidelia.
[675] Where is my life? run from me already! you do not love me, / dearest; nay, you are angry with me; for you wou'd not so much as / speak a kind word to me within: What was the reason? /
I was transported too much. /
That's kind; but come, my Soul, what make you here? let us / go in again; we may be surpriz'd in this Room, 'tis so near the stairs. /
No, we shall hear the better here, if any body shou'd come up. /
Nay, I assure you, we shall be secure enough within: Come, / come--- /
I am sick, and troubled with a sudden diziness; cannot stir / yet. /
Come, I have spirits within. /
Oh!---don't you hear a noise, Madam? /
No, no, there is none: Come, come. /
Indeed there is; and I love you so much, I must have a care of / your Honour, if you wo' not, and go; but to come to you to morrow / night, if you please. /
With all my Soul; but you must not go yet: Come, pr'ythee. /
Oh!---I am now sicker, and am afraid of one of my Fits. /
What Fits? /
Of the Falling-sickness: and I lie generally an hour in a trance; / therefore pray consider your honour, for the sake of my love, and let me / go, that I may return to you often. /
But will you be sure then to come to morrow night? /
Yes. /
[700] Swear. /
By our past kindness. /
Well, go your wayes then, if you will, you naughty Creature /
you. /
[Ex. Fidel.
These young Lovers, with their fears and modesty, make themselves as /
bad as old ones to us; and I apprehend their bashfulness, more than their /
tatling. /
Fidelia returns.
O, Madam, we're undone! there was a Gentleman upon the / stairs, coming up, with a Candle; which made me retire. Look you, / here he comes! /
Enter Vernish, and his Man with a Light.
How! my Husband! Oh, undone indeed! This way. /
Ha! You shall not scape me so, Sir. /
O Heav'ns! more fears, plagues and torments yet in store! /
Come, Sir, I guess what your business was here; but this must / be your business now. Draw. /
Sir--- /
No Expostulations: I shall not care to hear of't. Draw. /
Good Sir. /
How, you Rascal! not Courage to draw, yet durst do me the greatest / injury in the World? Thy Cowardice shall not save thy life. /
O hold, Sir, and send but your Servant down, and I'll satisfie you, / Sir, I cou'd not injure you, as you imagine. /
[725] How! A very handsom Woman I'm sure then: here are Witnesses /
of't too, I confess--- /
[Pulls off her Peruke, and feels her breasts.
(Well, I'm glad to find the Tables turn'd, my Wife in more danger of /
Cuckolding, than I was. /
Now, Sir, I hope you are so much a Man of Honour, as to let me / go, now I have satisfi'd you, Sir. /
When you have satisfi'd me, Madam, I will. /
I hope, Sir, you are too much a Gentleman, to urge those secrets /
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from a Woman, which concern her Honour: You may guess my misfortune /
to be Love, by my disguise; but a pair of Breeches cou'd not wrong /
you, Sir. /
I may believe Love has chang'd your outside, which cou'd not / wrong me; but why did my Wife run away? /
I know not, Sir; perhaps because she wou'd not be forc'd to discover / me to you, or to guide me from your suspitions, that you might not / discover me your self: which ungentleman-like curiosity I hope you will / cease to have, and let me go. /
Well, Madam, if I must not know who you are, 'twill suffice for / me only to know certainly what you are: which you must not deny me. / Come, there is a Bed within, the proper Rack for Lovers; and if you / are a Woman, there you can keep no secrets, you'll tell me there all unask'd. / Come. /
Oh! what d'ye mean? Help, oh--- /
I'll show you; but 'tis in vain to cry out: no one dares help you, / for I am Lord here. /
[750] Tyrant here; but if you are Master of this House, which I have / taken for a Sanctuary, do not violate it your self. /
No, I'll preserve you here, and nothing shall hurt you, and will be / as true to you, as your disguise; but you must trust me then. Come, / come. /
Oh oh! rather than you shall drag me to a death so horrid, and / so shameful, I ll die here a thousand deaths: but you do not look like a / Ravisher, Sir. /
Nor you like one wou'd put me to't, but if you will--- /
Oh! oh! help, help--- /
Enter Servant.
You saucy Rascal, how durst you come in, when you heard a / Woman squeak? that shou'd have been your Cue to shut the door. /
I come, Sir, to let you know, the Alderman coming home immediately / after you were at his house, has sent his Casheer with the money, / according to your Note. /
Dam his money! money never came to any sure unseasonably, / till now. Bid him stay. /
He sayes, he cannot a moment. /
Receive it you then. /
He sayes, he must have your Receit for it: he is in haste, for I / hear him coming up, Sir. /
Dam him. Help me in here then with this dishonorer of my / Family. /
Oh! oh! /
You say she is a Woman, Sir. /
[775] No matter, Sir: must you prate? /
Oh Heav'ns! is there--- /
Stay there, my Prisoner; you have a short Reprieve. /
Eliza's Lodging.
Enter Olivia, and Eliza.
Ah, Cousin, nothing troubles me, but that I have given the malicious / World its Revenge, and Reason now to talk as freely / of me, as I us'd to do of it. /
Faith, then, let not that trouble you; for, to be plain, Cousin, the / World cannot talk worse of you, than it did before. /
How, Cousin? I'd have you to know, before this faux pas, this / trip of mine, the World cou'd not talk of me. /
Only, that you mind other peoples actions so much, that you take / no care of your own, but to hide 'em; that, like a Thief, because you / know your self most guilty, you impeach your Fellow Criminals first, to / clear your self. /
O wicked World! /
That you pretend an aversion to all Mankind, in publick, only that / their Wives and Mistresses may not be jealous, and hinder you of their / conversation, in private. /
Base World! /
That, abroad, you fasten quarrels upon innocent men, for talking / of you, only to bring 'em to ask you pardon at home, and to become dear / Friends with 'em, who were hardly your acquaintance before. /
Abominable World! /
That you condemn the obscenity of modern Plays, only that you / may not be censur'd for never missing the most obscene of the old / ones. /
Damn'd World! /
[25] That you deface the nudities of Pictures, and little Statues, only / because they are not real. /
O fie, fie, fie; hideous, hideous, Cousin! the obscenity of their / Censures makes me blush. /
The truth of 'em, the naughty World wou'd say now. /
Enter Lettice hastily.
O! Madam, here is that Gentleman coming up, who now you / say is my Master. /
O! Cousin, whither shall I run? protect me, or--- /
Enter Vernish.
Nay, nay, come--- /
O, Sir, forgive me. /
Yes, yes, I can forgive you being alone in the dark with a Woman / in Mans cloaths; but have a care of a Man in Womans cloaths. /
What does he mean? he dissembles, only to get me into his / power: Or has my dear Friend made him believe he was a Woman? / My Husband may be deceiv'd by him, but I'm sure I was not. /
Come, come, you need not have lay'n out of your House for this; / but perhaps you were afraid, when I was warm with suspitions, you must / have discover'd who she was: And pr'ythee, may I not know it? /
She was---(I hope he has been deceiv'd: and, since my Lover / has play'd the Card, I must not renounce.) /
Come, what's the matter with thee? If I must not know who / she is, I'm satisfi'd without. Come hither. /
Sure you do know her; she has told you her self, I suppose. /
No, I might have known her better, but that I was interrupted, / by the Goldsmith you know, and was forc'd to lock her into your Chamber, / [50] to keep her from his sight; but, when I return'd, I found she was got / away, by tying the Window-curtains to the Balcony, by which she slid / down into the street: for, you must know, I jested with her, and made / her believe I'd ravish her; which she apprehended, it seems, in earnest. /
Then she got from you? /
Yes. /
And is quite gone? /
Yes. /
I'm glad on't---otherwise you had ravish'd her, Sir? but /
how dar'st you go so far, as to make her believe you wou'd ravish her? let /
me understand that, Sir. What! there's guilt in your face, you blush /
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too: nay, then you did ravish her, you did, you base Fellow. What, ravish /
a Woman in the first Month of our Marriage! 'Tis a double injury to /
me, thou base ungrateful Man; wrong my Bed already, Villain! I cou'd /
tear out those false Eyes, barbarous unworthy Wretch. /
So, so!--- /
Pr ythee hear, my Dear. /
I will never hear you, my plague, my torment. /
I swear---pr ythee hear me. /
I have heard already too many of your false Oaths and Vows, / especially your last in the Church. O wicked Man! And wretched / Woman that I was! I wish I had then sunk down into a Grave, rather / than to have given you my hand, to be led to your loathsom Bed. Oh-oh- /
So, very fine! just a Marriage quarrel! which, tho' it generally / begins by the Wives fault, yet, in the conclusion, it becomes the Husbands; / [75] and whosoever offends at first, he only is sure to ask pardon at / last. My Dear--- /
My Devil--- /
Come, pr'ythee be appeas'd, and go home; I have bespoken our / Supper betimes: for I cou'd not eat, till I found you. Go, I'll give you / all kind of satisfactions; and one, which uses to be a reconciling one, / Two hundred of those Guineys I receiv'd last Night, to do what you / will with. /
What, wou'd you pay me for being your Baud? /
Nay, pr'ythee no more; go, and I'll thoroughly satisfie you, when / I come home; and then, too, we will have a fit of laughter, at Manly, / whom I am going to find at the Cock in Bow-street, where, I hear, he din'd. / Go, dearest, go home. /
A very pretty turn, indeed, this! /
Now, Cousin, since by my Wife I have that honour, and priviledge / of calling you so, I have something to beg of you too; which is, / not to take notice of our Marriage, to any whatever, yet awhile, for some / reasons very important to me: and next, that you will do my Wife the / honour to go home with her, and me the favour, to use that power you / have with her, in our reconcilement. /
Well, Cousin, this I confess was reasonable hypocrisie; you were the better / for't. /
What hypocrisie? /
[100] Why, this last deceit of your Husband was lawful, since in your / own defence. /
What deceit? I'd have you to know, I never deceiv'd my Husband. /
You do not understand me, sure; I say, this was an honest come-off, /
and a good one: but 'twas a sign your Gallant, had had enough of /
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your conversation, since he cou'd so dextrously cheat your Husband, in /
passing for a Woman? /
What d'ye mean, once more, with my Gallant, and passing for / a Woman? /
What do you mean? You see your Husband took him for a / Woman. /
Whom? /
Hey-day! Why, the Man he found you with, for whom last / Night you were so much afraid; and who you told me--- /
Lord, you rave sure! /
Why, did not you tell me last night--- /
I know not what I might tell you last night, in a fright. /
Ay, what was that fright for? for a Woman? besides, were you / not afraid to see your Husband just now? I warrant, only for having / been found with a Woman! nay, did you not just now too own your / false step, or trip, as you call'd it? which was with a Woman too! Fie, / this fooling is so insipid, 'tis offensive. /
And fooling with my Honour will be more offensive. Did you / not hear my Husband say, he found me with a Woman, in Mans cloaths? / And d'ye think he does not know a Man from a Woman? /
[125] Not so well, I'm sure, as you do; therefore I'd rather take your / word. /
What, you grow scurrilous, and are I find more censorious, than / the World! I must have a care of you, I see. /
No, you need not fear yet, I'll keep your secret. /
My secret! I'd have you to know, I have no need of Confidents, / tho' you value your self upon being a good one. /
O admirable confidence! You show more in denying your wickedness, / than other people in glorying in't. /
Confidence, to me! to me such language! nay, then I'll never / see your face again. (I'll quarrel with her, that people may never believe / I was in her power; but take for malice all the truth she may speak / against me. [Aside.] Lettice, where are you? let us be gone from this / censorious, ill Woman. /
Nay, thou shalt stay a little, to damn thy self quite. /
[Aside.
One word first, pray Madam; can you swear that whom your Husband /
found you with--- /
Swear! ay, that whosoever 'twas that stole up, unknown, into / my Room, when 'twas dark, I know not whether Man or Woman, by / Heav'ns, by all that's good; or, may I never more have joyes here, or in / the other World: nay, may I eternally--- /
Be damn'd. So, so, you are damn'd enough already, by your / Oaths; and I enough confirm'd: and now you may please to be gone. / Yet take this advice with you, in this Plain-dealing Age, to leave off forswearing / your self; for when people hardly think the better of a Woman / [150] for her real modesty, why shou'd you put that great constraint upon your / self to feign it? /
O hideous! hideous advice! Let us go out of the hearing of it: / She will spoil us, Lettice. /
The Scene changes to the Cock in Bow-street. A Table, and Bottles.
Manly and Fidelia.
How! sav'd her Honour, by making her Husband believe you / were a Woman! 'twas well, but hard enough to do sure. /
We were interrupted, before he cou'd contradict me. /
But can't you tell me, d'ye say, what kind of man he was? /
I was so frightned, I confess, I can give no other account of him, / but that he was pretty tall, round fac'd, and one I'm sure I ne'r had seen / before. /
But she, you say, made you I swear to return to night? /
But I have since sworn, never to go near her again; for the Husband / wou'd murder me, or worse, if he caught me again. /
No, I'll go with you, and defend you to night, and then I'll swear / too, never to go near her again. /
Nay, indeed Sir, I will not go, to be accessary to your death too: / besides, what shou'd you go again, Sir, for? /
No disputing, or advice, Sir; you have reason to know I am unalterable. / Go, therefore, presently, and write her a Note to enquire if / her assignation with you holds; and if not to be at her own house, where / else? and be importunate to gain admittance to her to night: let your / Messenger, ere he deliver your Letter, enquire first, if her Husband be / gone out. Go, 'tis now almost six of the clock; I expect you back here / before seven, with leave to see her then. Go, do this dext'rously, and / [175] expect the performance of my last nights promise, never to part with / you. /
Ay, Sir: but will you be sure to remember that? /
Did I ever break my word? go, no more replies, or doubts. /
[Ex. Fidel.
Enter Freeman, to Manly.
Where hast thou been? /In the next Room, with my Lord Plausible and Novel. /
Ay, we came hither, because 'twas a private house; but with / thee indeed no house can be private, for thou hast that pretty quality of the / familiar Fops of the Town, who, in an eating house, alwayes keep company / with all people in't, but those they came with. /
I went into their Room, but to keep them, and my own Fool the /
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Squire, out of your Room; but you shall be peevish now, because you /
have no Money: but why the Devil won't you write to those we were /
speaking of? since your modesty, or your spirit, will not suffer you to /
speak to 'em, to lend you Money, why won't you try 'em at last, that /
way? /
Because I know 'em already, and can bear Want, better than / Denials; nay, than Obligations. /
Deny you! they cannot: all of 'em have been your intimate / Friends. /
No, they have been people only I have oblig'd particularly. /
Very well; therefore you ought to go to 'em the rather sure. /
No, no: those you have oblig'd most, most certainly avoid you, / when you can oblige 'em no longer; and they take your Visits like so many / Duns: Friends, like Mistresses, are avoided, for Obligations past. /
[200] Pshaw! but most of 'em are your Relations; Men of great / Fortune, and Honour. /
Yes; but Relations have so much Honour, as to think Poverty / taints the blood; and disown their wanting Kindred: believing, I suppose, / that, as Riches at first makes a Gentleman, the want of 'em degrades / him. But, damn 'em, now I'm poor, I'll anticipate their contempt, / and disown them. /
But you have many a Female acquaintance, whom you have been / liberal to, who may have a heart to refund to you a little, if you wou'd / ask it: they are not all Olivia's. /
Dam thee! how cou'dst thou think of such a thing? I wou'd as / soon rob my Footman of his Wages: Besides, 'twere in vain too; for a / Wench is like a Box in an Ordinary, receives all peoples Money easily; / but there's no getting, nay shaking any out again: and he that fills it, is / sure never to keep the Key. /
Well, but noble Captain, wou'd you make me believe that you, / who know half the Town, have so many Friends, and have oblig'd so / many, can't borrow fifty or an hundred pound? /
Why noble Lieutenant, you who know all the Town, and call / all you know Friends, methinks shou'd not wonder at it; since you find / Ingratitude too: for how many Lords Families (tho' descended from / Blacksmiths, or Tinkers) hast thou call'd Great, and Illustrious? how / many ill Tables call good eating? how many noisie Coxcombs, Wits? / how many pert Coaching Cowards, stout? how many taudry affected / Rogues, well drest? how many Perukes admir'd? and how many ill / [225] Verses applauded? and yet canst not borrow a shilling; dost thou expect / I, who alwayes spoke truth, shou'd? /
Nay, now you think you have paid me; but hark you, Captain, / I have heard of a thing call'd grinning Honour, but never of starving / Honour. /
Well, but it has been the fate of some brave Men: and if they / wo' not give me a Ship again, I can go starve any where, with a Musket / on my shoulder. /
Give you a Ship! why, you will not solicit it. /
If I have not solicited it by my services, I know no other / way. /
Your Servant, Sir: nay then I'm satisfi'd, I must solicit my / Widow the closer, and run the desperate fortune of Matrimony on shore. /
Enter, to Manly, Vernish.
How!---Nay, here is a Friend indeed; and he that has him / in his arms, can know no wants. /
Dear Sir! and he that is in your arms, is secure from all fears / whatever; nay, our Nation is secure by your defeat at Sea, and the Dutch / that fought against you, have prov'd enemies to themselves only, in bringing / you back to us. /
Fie, fie; this from a Friend? and yet from any other 'twere / unsufferable: I thought I shou'd never have taken any thing ill from / you. /
A Friends privilege is to speak his mind, tho' it be taken ill. /
But your tongue need not tell me you think too well of me; I / have found it from your heart, which spoke in actions, your unalterable / [250] heart: but Olivia is false, my Friend, which I suppose is no News to / you. /
He's in the right on't. /
But cou'dst thou not keep her true to me? /
Not for my heart, Sir. /
But cou'd you not perceive it at all, before I went? cou'd she / so deceive us both? /
I must confess, the first time I knew it, was three dayes after your / departure, when she receiv'd the Money you had left in Lombard-street, in / her name; and her tears did not hinder her it seems from counting that. / You wou'd trust her with all, like a true generous Lover! /
And she, like a mean Jilting--- /
Traytrous--- /
Base--- /
Damn'd--- /
Covetous--- /
Ay, a Mercenary Whore indeed, for she made me pay her before / I lay with her. /
How!---Why, have you lay'n with her? /
Ay, ay. /
Nay, she deserves you shou'd report it at least, tho' you have / not. /
Report it! by Heav'n, 'tis true. /
[275] How! sure not. /
I do not use to lie, nor you to doubt me. /
When? /
Last night, about seven or eight of the clock. /
Ha!---Now I remember, I thought she spake as if she expected / some other, rather than me: a confounded Whore indeed! /
But, what, thou wonder'st at it! nay, you seem to be angry / too. /
I cannot but be enrag'd against her, for her usage of you: / damn'd, infamous, common Jade. /
Nay, her Cuckold, who first Cuckolded me in my Money, shall / not laugh all himself; we will do him reason, shan't we? /
Ay, ay. /
But thou dost not, for so great a Friend, take pleasure enough in / your Friends Revenge, methinks. /
Yes, yes; I'm glad to know it, since you have lay'n with her. /
Thou canst not tell me who that Rascal, her Cuckold, is? /
No /
She wou'd keep it from you, I suppose. /
Yes, yes--- /
Thou wou'dst laugh, if thou knewst but all the circumstances of / my having her. Come, I'll tell thee. /
Dam her; I care not to hear any more of her. /
Faith, thou shalt. You must know--- /
Enter Freeman backwards, endeavouring to keep out Novel, Lord Plausible, Jerry and Oldfox, who all press in upon him.
I tell you, he has a Wench with him, and wou'd be private. /
[300] Dam 'em! a Man can't open a Bottle, in these eating houses, but / presently you have these impudent, intruding, buzzing Flies and Insects, / in your Glass.---Well, I ll tell thee all anon. In the mean time, pr'ythee / go to her, but not from me, and try if you can get her to lend me but an / hundred pound of my Money, to supply my present wants; for I suppose / there is no recovering any of it by Law. /
Not any; think not of it: nor by this way neither. /
Go, try, at least. /
I'll go; but I can satisfie you before hand, 'twill be to no purpose: / You'll no more find a refunding Wench--- /
Than a refunding Lawyer; indeed their Fees alike scarce ever / return: however, try her, put it to her. /
Ay, ay, I'll try her, put it to her home, with a vengeance. /
Manent cæteri.
Nay, you shall be our Judge, Manly. Come, Major, I'll speak / it to your teeth: if people provoke me to say bitter things, to their faces, / they must take what follows; tho', like my Lord Blausible, I'd rather / do't civilly behind their backs. /
Nay, thou art a dangerous Rogue, I've heard, behind a Mans / back. /
You wrong him sure, noble Captain; he wou'd do a Man / no more harm behind his back, than to his face. /
I am of my Lord's mind. /
Yes, a Fool, like a Coward, is the more to be fear'd behind a / Man's back, more than a witty Man: for, as a Coward is more bloody / than a brave Man, a Fool is more malicious than a Man of Wit. /
[325] A Fool, Tar---a Fool! nay, thou art a brave Sea-judge of Wit! a / Fool! pr'ythee when did you ever find me want something to say, as you / do often? /
Nay, I confess, thou art alwayes talking, roaring, or making a / noise; that I'll say for thee. /
Well, and is talking a sign of a Fool? /
Yes, alwayes talking; especially too if it be loud and fast, is / the sign of a Fool. /
Pshaw! Talking is like Fencing, the quicker the better; run / 'em down, run 'em down; no matter for parrying; push on still, sa, sa, sa: / no matter whether you argue in form, push in guard, or no. /
Or hit, or no; I think thou alwayes talk'st without thinking; / Novel. /
Ay, ay; study'd Play's the worse, to follow the Allegory, as the / old Pedant sayes. /
A young Fop! /
I ever thought the Man of most Wit, had been, like him of most / Money, who has no vanity in shewing it everywhere; whil'st the beggarly / pusher of his Fortune, has all he has about him still, only to show. /
Well, Sir, and makes a very pretty show in the World, let me / tell you; nay, a better than your close Hunks: A Pox, give me ready / Money in Play; what care I for a Mans reputation? what are we the / better for your substantial thrifty Curmudgeon in Wit, Sir? /
Thou art a profuse young Rogue indeed. /
So much for talking; which I think I have prov'd a mark of / [350] Wit; and so is Railing, Roaring, and making a noise: for, Railing is Satyr, / you know; and Roaring, and making a noise, Humor. /
Enter to them, Fidelia, taking Manly aside, and shewing him a paper.
The hour is betwixt seven and eight exactly: 'tis now half an / hour after six. /
Well, go then to the Piazza, and wait for me; as soon as it is / quite dark, I'll be with you: I must stay here yet awhile, for my Friend. / But is Railing Satyr, Novel? /
And Roaring, and making a noise, Humor? /
What, won't you confess there's Humor in Roaring, and making / a noise? /
No. /
Nor in cutting Napkins, and Hangings? /
No, sure. /
Dull Fops! /
O Rogue, Rogue, insipid Rogue! Nay, Gentlemen, allow him / those things for Wit; for his parts lie only that way. /
Peace, old Fool, I wonder not at thee; but that young Fellows / shou'd be so dull, as to say, there's no Humor in making a noise, and / breaking Windows! I tell you, there's Wit and Humor too, in both: / And a Wit is as well known by his Frolick, as by his Simile. /
Pure Rogue! there's your modern Wit for you! Wit, and Humor, / in breaking of Windows! There's Mischief, if you will; but no / Wit, or Humor. /
Pry'thee, pr'ythee peace, old Fool. I tell you, where there is / Mischief, there's Wit. Don't we esteem the Monky a Wit amongst / [375] Beasts, only because he's mischievous? And let me tell you, as good Nature / is a sign of a Fool, being Mischievous is a sign of Wit. /
O Rogue, Rogue! pretend to be a Wit, by doing Mischief and / Railing! /
Why, thou, old Fool, hast no other pretence to the name of a / Wit, but by Railing at new Playes. /
Thou, by Railing at that facetious, noble way of Wit, quibling. /
Thou call'st thy dulness, gravity; and thy dozing, thinking. /
You, Sir, your dulness, spleen: And you talk much, and say nothing. /
Thou read'st much, and understand'st nothing, Sir. /
You laugh loud, and break no Jest. /
You rail, and no body hangs himself: And thou hast nothing of / the Satyr, but in thy face. /
And you have no jest, but your face, Sir. /
Thou art an illiterate Pedant. /
Thou art a Fool, with a bad Memory. /
Come, a Pox on you both, you have done like Wits now; /
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for you Wits, when you quarrel, never give over, till you prove one another /
Fools. /
And you Fools have never any occasion of laughing at us Wits, / but when we quarrel: therefore, let us be Friends, Oldfox. /
They are such Wits as thou art, who make the name of a Wit as / scandalous, as that of Bully; and signifie a loud-laughing, talking, incorrigible / Coxcomb; as Bully, a roaring, hardned Coward. /
And wou'd have his noise and laughter pass for Wit; as t'other / [400] his huffing and blustring, for Courage. /
Enter Vernish.
Gentlemen, with your leave, here is one I wou'd speak with, / and I have nothing to say to you. /
Manent Manly, Vernish.
I told you 'twas in vain, to think of getting Money out of her: / she sayes, if a shilling wou'd do't, she wou'd not save you from starving, / or hanging, or what you wou'd think worse, begging or flattering; and / rails so at you, one wou'd not think you had lay'n with her, /
O, Friend, never trust, for that matter, a Womans railing; for / she is no less a dissembler in her hatred, than her love: And as her fondness / of her Husband is a sign he's a Cuckold, her railing at another Man / is a sign she lies with him. /
He's in the right on't: I know not what to trust to. /
But you did not take any notice of it to her, I hope? /
So!---Sure he is afraid I shou'd have disprov'd him, by an / enquiry of her: all may be well yet. /
What hast thou in thy head, that makes thee seem so unquiet? /
Only this base, impudent Womans falsness: I cannot put her out / of my head. /
O my dear Friend, be not you too sensible of my wrongs, for / then I shall feel 'em too, with more pain, and think 'em unsufferable. Dam / her, her Money, and that ill-natur'd Whore too, Fortune her self; but if / thou wou'dst ease a little my present trouble, pr'ythee go borrow me / somewhere else, some Money: I can trouble thee. /
You trouble me indeed, most sensibly, when you command me / any thing I cannot do: I have lately lost a great deal of Money at Play, / [425] more than I can yet pay; so that not only my Money, but my Credit too / is gone, and know not where to borrow; but cou'd rob a Church for / you. (Yet wou'd rather end your wants, by cutting your throat.) /
Nay, then I doubly feel my poverty, since I'm incapable of supplying /
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thee. /
But, methinks, she that granted you the last favour, (as they call / it) shou'd not deny you any thing--- /
Hey, Tarpaulin, have you done? /
I understand not that point of kindness, I confess. /
No, thou dost not understand it, and I have not time to let you / know all now, for these Fools, you see, will interrupt us; but anon, at / Supper, we'll laugh at leisure together, at Olivia's Cuckold; who took a / young Fellow, that goes between his Wife and me, for a Woman. /
Ha! /
Sensless, easie Rascal! 'twas no wonder she chose him for a Husband; / but she thought him, I thank her, fitter than me, for that blind, / bearing Office. /
I cou'd not be deceiv'd in that long Womans hair ty'd up behind; / nor those infallible proofs, her pouting, swelling breasts: I have / handled too many sure not to know 'em. /
What, you wonder the Fellow cou'd be such a blind Coxcomb! /
Yes, yes--- /
Nay, pr'ythee come to us, Manly; Gad, all the fine things one / sayes, in their company, are lost, without thee. /
Away, Fop; I'm busie yet. / [450] You see we cannot talk here at our ease; besides, I must be gone immediately, / in order to meeting with Olivia again to night. /
To night! it cannot be sure--- /
I had an appointment just now from her. /
For what time? /
At half an hour after seven precisely. /
Don't you apprehend the Husband? /
He! sniveling Gull! he a thing to be fear'd! a Husband, the / tamest of creatures! /
Very fine! /
But, pr'ythee, in the mean time, go try to get me some Money. / Tho' thou art too modest to borrow for thy self, thou canst do any thing / for me I know. Go; for I must be gone to Olivia: go, and meet me / here anon.---Freeman, where are you! /
Manet Vernish.
Ay, I'll meet with you, I warrant; but it shall be at Olivia's. Sure /
it cannot be; she denies it so calmly, and with that honest, modest assurance, /
it can't be true---and he does not use to lye---but belying a /
Woman, when she won't be kind, is the onely lye a brave Man will least /
scruple. But then the Woman in Mans cloaths, whom he calls a Man! /
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Well, but, by her Breasts, I know her to be a Woman:---But then, again, /
his appointment from her, to meet with him to night! I am distracted /
more with doubt, than jealousie. Well, I have no way to disabuse or revenge /
my self, but by going home immediately, putting on a riding Sute, /
and pretending to my Wife the same business which carry'd me out of /
Town last, requires me again to go Post to Oxford to night; then, if the /
[475] appointment he boasts of be true, it's sure to hold; and I shall have an /
opportunity either of clearing her, or revenging my self on both. Perhaps, /
she is his Wench, of an old date, and I am his Cully, whil'st I think /
him mine; and he has seem'd to make his Wench rich, only that I might /
take her off of his hands: or if he has but lately lay'n with her, he must /
needs discover, by her, my treachery to him; which I'm sure he will revenge /
with my death, and which I must prevent with his, if it were /
only but for fear of his too just reproaches; for, I must confess, I never /
had till now any excuse, but that of int'rest, for doing ill to him. /
Re-enter Manly and Freeman.
Come hither, only I say be sure you mistake not the time; you / know the house exactly where Olivia lodges: 'tis just hard by. /
Yes, yes. /
Well then, bring 'em all, I say, thither, and all you know that / may be then in the house; for the more Witnesses I have of her infamy, / the greater will be my revenge: and be sure you come strait up to her / Chamber, without more ado. Here, take the Watch: you see 'tis above / a quarter past seven; be there in half an hour exactly. /
You need not doubt my diligence, or dexterity; I am an old / Scowrer, and can naturally beat up a Wenches quarters that won't be / civil. Sha'nt we break her Windows too? /
No, no: be punctual only. /
Enter Widow Blackacre, and two Knights of the Post: a Waiter with Wine.
Sweetheart, are you sure the door was shut close, that none of / those Roysters saw us come in? /
Yes, Mistriss; and you shall have a privater Room above, instantly. /
You are safe enough, Gentlemen, for I have been private / [500] in this house ere now, upon other occasions, when I was something / younger. Come, Gentlemen, in short, I leave my business to your care / and fidelity: and so, here's to you. /
We were ungrateful Rogues, if we shou'd not be honest /
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to you; for we have had a great deal of your Money. /
And you have done me many a good job for't: and so, here's to / you again. /
Why, we have been perjur'd, but six times for you. /
Forg'd but four Deeds, with your Husband's last Deed of / Gift. /
And but three Wills. /
And counterfeited Hands and Seals to some six Bonds; I / think that's all, Brother. /
Ay, that's all, Gentlemen; and so, here's to you again. /
Nay, 'twou'd do one's heart good to be forsworn for you: / you have a conscience in your wayes, and pay us well. /
You are in the right on't, Brother; one wou'd be damn'd / for her, with all ones heart. /
But there are Rogues, who make us forsworn for 'em; and / when we come to be paid, they'll be forsworn too, and not pay us our / wages which they promis'd with Oaths sufficient. /
Ay, a great Lawyer, that shall be nameless Bilkt me too. /
That was hard, methinks, that a Lawyer shou'd use Gentlemen / Witnesses no better. /
A Lawyer! d'ye wonder a Lawyer shou'd do't? I was Bilk'd / [525] by a Reverend Divine, that preaches twice on Sundayes, and prayes half / an hour still before dinner. /
How? a Conscientious Divine, and not pay people for damning / themselves! Sure then, for all his talking, he does not believe damnation. / But come, to our business: pray be sure to imitate exactly the flourish at / the end of this name. /
O he's the best in England at untangling a flourish, Madam. /
And let not the Seal be a jot bigger: observe well the dash too, / at the end of this name. /
I warrant you, Madam. /
Well, these, and many other shifts, poor Widows are put to / sometimes; for every body wou'd be riding a Widow, as they say, and / breaking into her Jointure: they think marrying a Widow an easie business, / like leaping the Hedge, where another has gone over before; a / Widow is a meer gap, a gap with them. /
Enter to them Major Oldfox, with two Waiters.
Come, Madam, to be plain with you, I'll be sob'd off no longer. /
I'll bind her and gag her, but she shall hear me. /
[Aside.
Look you, Friends, there's the Money I promis'd you; and now do you /
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what you promis'd me: here are my Garters, and here's a Gag: you /
shall be acquainted with my parts, Lady, you shall. /
Acquainted with your parts! A Rape, a Rape---What, will / you ravish me? /
Yes, Lady, I will ravish you; but it shall be through the ear, Lady, / the ear onely, with my well-pen'd Acrostics. /
Enter to them, Freeman, Jerry Blackacre, three Bayliffs, a Constable and his Assistants, with the two Knights of the Post.
[550] What, shall I never read my things undisturb'd again? /O Law! my Mother bound hand and foot, and gaping, as if / she rose before her time to day! /
What means this, Oldfox? But I'll release you from him: you / shall be no Mans Prisoner, but mine. Bayliffs, execute your Writ. /
Nay, then I'll be gone, for fear of being Bayl, and paying her / Debts, without being her Husband. /
We Arrest you, in the King's Name, at the Suit of Mr. Freeman, / Guardian to Jeremiah Blackacre Esq; in an Action of Ten thousand / pounds. /
How! how! in a Choak-Bayl! Action! What, and the Pen and / Ink Gentlemen taken too! Have you confest, you Rogues? /
We needed not to confess; for the Bayliffs dog'd us hither / to the very door, and overheard all that you and we said /
Undone, undone then! no Man was ever too hard for me, till / now. O, Jerry, Child, wilt thou vex again the womb that bore thee? /
Ay, for bearing me before Wedlock, as you say: But I'll teach / you to call a Blackacre a Bastard, tho' you were never so much my Mother. /
Well, I'm undone; not one trick left? no Law-Meush imaginable? /
[Aside.
Cruel Sir, a word with you I pray. /
In vain, Madam; for you have no other way to release your / self, but by the Bonds of Matrimony. /
How, Sir, how! that were but to sue out an Habeas Corpus, for a / removal from one Prison to another. Matrimony! /
Well, Bayliffs, away with her. /
[575] O stay, Sir, can you be so cruel as to bring me under Covert /
Baron again? and put it out of my power to sue in my own name. Matrimony, /
to a Woman, worse than Excommunication, in depriving her /
of the benefit of the Law: and I wou'd rather be depriv'd of life. But /
hark you, Sir, I am contented you shou'd hold and enjoy my person by /
Lease or Patent; but not by the spiritual Patent, call'd a Licence; that /
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is, to have the priviledges of a Husband without the dominion; that is, /
Durante beneplacito: in consideration of which, I will, out of my /
Jointure, secure you an Annuity of Three hundred pounds a Year, and /
pay your debts; and that's all you younger Brothers desire to marry a /
Widow for, I'm sure. /
Well, Widow, if--- /
What, I hope, Bully Guardian, you are not making Agreements, / without me? /
No, no. First, Widow, you must say no more that he is the / Son of a Whore; have a care of that: And then, he must have a setled / Exhibition of Forty pounds a Year, and a Nag of Assizes, kept by you, / but not upon the Common; and have free ingress, egress, and regress to / and from your Maids Garret. /
Well, I can grant all that too. /
Ay, ay, fair words butter no Cabage; but, Guardian, make her / Sign, Sign and Seal: for, otherwise, if you knew her as well as I, you / wou'd not trust her word for a farthing. /
I warrant thee, Squire. Well, Widow, since thou art so generous, / I will be generous too; and if you'll secure me Four hundred pound / [600] a Year, but during your life, and pay my debts, not above a thousand / pound; I'll bate you your person, to dispose of as you please /
Have a care, Sir, a Settlement without a Consideration, is void in / Law: you must do something for't. /
Pr'ythee then let the Settlement on me be call'd Alimony; and / the Consideration our Separation: Come, my Lawyer, with Writings / ready drawn, is within, and in haste. Come. /
But, what, no other kind of Consideration, Mr. Freeman? Well, / a Widow, I see, is a kind of a sine cure, by custom of which the unconscionable / Incumbent enjoyes the profits, without any duty, but does that / still elsewhere. /
The Scene changes to Olivia's Lodging.
Enter Olivia, with a Candle in her hand.
So, I am now prepar'd once more for my timorous young Lover's / reception: my Husband is gone; and go thou out too, thou next / Interrupter of Love:---[Puts out the Candle.] Kind darkness, that frees us / Lovers from scandal and bashfulness, from the censure of our Gallants and / the World. So, are you there? /
Enter to Olivia, Fidelia, follow'd softly by Manly.
Come, my dear punctual Lover, there is not such another in the World; /Well, thou hast impudence enough to give me Fits too, and / make Revenge it self impotent, hinder me from making thee yet more infamous, / [625] if it can be. /
Come, come, my Soul, come. /
Presently, my Dear: we have time enough sure. /
How! time enough! True Lovers can no more think they ever / have time enough, than love enough: You shall stay with me all night; / but that is but a Lover's moment. Come. /
But won't you let me give you and my self the satisfaction of telling / you, how I abus'd your Husband last night? /
Not when you can give me, and your self too, the satisfaction / of abusing him again, to night. Come. /
Let me but tell you how your Husband--- /
O name not his, or Manly's more loathsom name, if you love me; /
I forbid 'em last night: and you know I mention'd my Husband but /
once, and he came. No talking pray; 'twas ominous to us. You make /
me fancy a noise at the door already, but I'm resolv'd not to be interrupted. /
[A noise at the door.] Where are you? Come; for, rather than /
lose my dear expectation now, tho' my Husband were at the door, and /
the bloody Ruffian Manly here in the room, with all his awful insolence, I /
wou'd give my self to this dear hand, to be led away, to Heavens of joys, /
which none but thou canst give. But, what's this noise at the door? /
So, I told you what talking wou'd come to. /
[The noise at the door increases.
Ha!---O Heavens my Husbands voice!--- /
Freeman is come too soon. /
O 'tis he!---Then here is the happiest minute lost, that ever /
bashful Boy, or trifling Woman fool'd away! I'm undone! my Husbands /
[650] reconcilement too was false, as my joy, all delusion: but, come this way, /
here's a Back-door. /
[Exit, and returns.
The officious Jade has lock'd us in, instead of locking others out; but /
let us then escape your way, by the Balcony; and, whil'st you pull down /
the Curtains, I'll fetch, from my Closet, what next will best secure our /
escape: I have left my Key in the door, and 'twill not suddenly be broke /
open. /
Stir not, yet fear nothing. /
Nothing, but your life, Sir. /
We shall now know this happy Man she calls Husband. /
Olivia Re-enters.
Oh, where are you? What, idle with fear? Come, I'll tie the /
Curtains, if you will hold. Here, take this Cabinet and Purse, for it is /
thine, if we escape; /
[Manly takes from her the Cabinet and Purse.
therefore let us make haste. /
'Tis mine indeed now again, and it shall never escape more from / me: to you at least. /
So, there I'm right sure--- /
Sword and dark Lanthorn, Villain, are some odds; but--- /
Odds! I'm sure I find more odds than I expected: What, has / my insatiable two Seconds at once? but--- /
Where are you now?---What, is he entered then, and are they /
fighting! O do not kill one that can make no defence.---[Manly throws
Vernish down, and disarms him.] /
How! but I think he has the better /
on't: here's his Scarf, 'tis he. So, keep him down still: I hope thou /
hast no hurt, my dearest? /
[Embracing Manly.
Enter to them Freeman, Lord Plausible, Novel, Jerry Blackacre, and the Widow Blackacre, lighted in by the two Sailors with Torches.
[675] Ha!---What?---Manly! And have I been thus concern'd for him, / embracing him? And has he his Jewels again too? What means this? O / 'tis too sure, as well as my shame! which I'll go hide for ever. /No, my dearest, after so much kindness as has past between us, I /
cannot part with you yet. Freeman, let no body stir out of the Room; /
for, notwithstanding your lights, we are yet in the dark, till this Gentleman /
please to turn his face.--- /
[Pulls Vernish by the sleeve.
How! Vernish! Art thou the happy Man then? Thou! Thou! Speak, /
I say; but thy guilty silence tells me all.---Well, I shall not upbraid /
thee; for my wonder is striking me as dumb, as thy shame has made /
thee. But, what? my little Volunteer hurt, and fainting! /
My wound, Sir, is but a slight one, in my Arm: 'tis only my fear / of your danger, Sir, not yet well over. /
But what's here? more strange things! /
[Observing Fidelia's
hair unty'd behind, and without a Peruke, which she lost in the scuffle.
What means this long Womans hair? and face, now all of it appears, too /
beautiful for a Man; which I still thought Womanish indeed! What, /
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you have not deceiv'd me too, my little Volunteer? /
Me she has I'm sure. /
Speak. /
Enter Eliza, and Lettice.
What, Cousin, I am brought hither by your Woman, I suppose, to / be a witness of the second vindication of your Honour? /
Insulting is not generous: You might spare me, I have you. /
Have a care, Cousin, you'll confess anon too much, and I wou'd / not have your secrets. /
Come, your blushes answer me sufficiently, and you have been / [700] my Volunteer in love. /
I must confess I needed no compulsion to follow you all the world / over; which I attempted in this habit, partly out of shame to own my / love to you, and fear of a greater shame, your refusal of it: for I knew of / your engagement to this Lady, and the constancy of your nature; which / nothing cou'd have alter'd, but her self. /
Dear Madam, I desir'd you to bring me out of confusion, and / you have given me more: I know not what to speak to you, or how to / look upon you; the sense of my rough, hard, and ill usage of you, (tho' / chiefly your own fault) gives me more pain now 'tis over, than you had, / when you suffer'd it: and if my heart, the refusal of such a Woman, / [Pointing to Olivia] were not a Sacrifice to prophane your love, and a / greater wrong to you than ever yet I did you; I wou'd beg of you to / receive it, tho' you us'd it, as she had done; for tho' it deserv'd not from / her the treatment she gave it, it does from you. /
Then it has had punishment sufficient from her already, and needs / no more from me; and, I must confess, I wou'd not be the onely cause of / making you break your last nights Oath to me, of never parting with me: / if you do not forget, or repent it. /
Then, take for ever my heart, and this with it; [Gives her the Cabinet] / for 'twas given to you before, and my heart was before your / due; I only beg leave to dispose of these few---Here, Madam, I never / yet left my Wench unpaid. /
So it seems, by giving her the Cabinet. /
These Pendents appertain to your most faithful humble Servant. /
[725] And this Locket is mine; my earnest for love, which she never / paid: therefore my own again. /
By what Law, Sir, pray? Cousin Olivia, a word: What, do / they make a seizure on your Goods and Chattels, vi & armis? Make / your demand, I say, and bring your Trover, bring your Trover: I'll follow / the Law for you. /
And I my revenge. /
But 'tis, my Friend, in your consideration most, that I /
wou'd have return'd part of your Wives portion; for 'twere hard to /
take all from thee, since thou hast paid so dear for't, in being such a Rascal: /
yet thy Wife is a Fortune without a Portion; and thou art a man of /
that extraordinary merit in Vilany, the World and Fortune can never desert /
thee, tho' I do; therefore be not melancholy. Fare you well, Sir. /
[Ex. Vernish, doggedly.
Now, Madam, I beg your pardon, [Turning to Fidelia] for lessening /
the Present I made you; but my heart can never be lessen'd: this, I confess, /
was too small for you before; for you deserve the Indian World; /
and I wou'd now go thither, out of covetousness for your sake only. /
Your heart, Sir, is a Present of that value, I can never make any / return to't; [Pulling Manly from the company.] but I can give you back / such a Present as this, which I got by the loss of my Father, a Gentleman / of the North, of no mean Extraction, whose onely Child I was, therefore / left me in the present possession of Two thousand pounds a Year; / which I left, with multitudes of Pretenders, to follow you, Sir; having / in several publick places seen you, and observ'd your actions throughly, / with admiration, when you were too much in love to take notice of mine, / [750] which yet was but too visible. The name of my Family is Grey; my / other, Fidelia: the rest of my Story you shall know, when I have fewer / Auditors. /
Nay, now, Madam, you have taken from me all power of making / you any Complement on my part; for I was going to tell you, that / for your sake onely, I wou'd quit the unknown pleasure of a retirement; / and rather stay in this ill World of ours still, tho odious to me, than give / you more frights again at Sea, and make again too great a venture there, in / you alone. But if I shou'd tell you now all this, and that your virtue / (since greater than I thought any was in the World) had now reconcil'd / me to't, my Friend here wou'd say, 'tis your Estate that has made me / Friends with the World. /
I must confess I shou'd; for I think most of our quarrels to the / World, are just such as we have to a handsom Woman: only because we / cannot enjoy her, as we wou'd do. /
Nay, if thou art a Plain-dealer too, give me thy hand; for now / I'll say I am thy Friend indeed: And, for your two sakes, tho' I have / been so lately deceiv'd in Friends of both Sexes; /
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