SCENE Sir Philip Money-love's House.

YOUR Story, Madam, I confess is moving; but I am more surpriz'd at Freeman's Insensibility, than at his Perjury. It is no wonder to find a Man false; but that he should be Blind to so much Beauty, is an Ar­gument of Stupidity.

Be pleas'd to give this Letter to Sir John, and pursue whatever he directs you. Depend upon any Thing in my Power to serve you, Madam; My Soul abhors this Treachery, and had he been as Dear to me, as his poor Injur'd Brother is, I would renounce him now, tho' Life went with him.

My Father! that's unlucky.

Pray, Daughter, what is this pretty Reso­lution of yours? Who wou'd you renounce?

One whom you wou'd have me, Sir, if you but wish my Happiness; 'tis that Deceiver Freeman.

How! Why, what has Sir John recover'd the Estate then? If so, Egad I shall renounce him too, Girl. —Ho'now, Who have we here? Some Letter-Carrier, ha? Pray, who let you in, Mistress?

Why, you'd make an excellent Actress; you Rant and Strut it well; but who is this Lady you are so tender of, pray?

She's Freeman's Wife, by all the Ties of Love.

Ties of Love—Hark ye! Has the Parson ty'd 'em? Love makes none but running Knots, and a Man may slip those at Pleasure; but the Parson's Noose is as sure as the Hangman's; no­thing but the Grave unties it.—Now if you have him in that String, Madam, you are on the right side of the Hedge, and I must look out for another Son-in-law.—Otherwise, you must look sharp for ano­ther Husband — that's all.

Humph! that's a long way off, and very few Lawyers go that Circuit. I doubt you'll lose your Cause for want of Evidence too.

A Pledge of Love, and everlasting Faith.

Can you defend his Treachery, Sir?

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Can you defend her Folly? Treachery Quotha! He's a Traytor who weakens his King, not he who adds to the Number of his Subjects.—You say, you claim him by your Country's Custom, pray what Country is that, Madam?

Holland, Sir.

Odso! Holland; why their High Mighti­nesses ought to settle a Pension upon you. I wish you much Joy of your Son, Madam. I warrant him a Hero, or a Politician. Ev'ry English-Man's Son, merrily begot, proves a Great Man. Fools and Cow­ards are the Product of our Wedding-Sheets. I wish he had laid such a Foundation in my Family, be­fore the Lawfulness of the Pleasure spoils the Breed.

The Vertue of a Parent consists in In­terest and Cunning now-a-Days, as your Sex's Mo­desty does in Pride and Affectation.

Monstrous Precepts!

I suppose, Madam, you had nothing but Mr. Freeman's bare Word?

Words of the most Sacred Form! Vows of Eternal Faith! Eternal Constancy!

But how the Devil cou'd you expect Peformance? Can any Man promise for Futurity? You should have got him into Bonds. Hereafter let me advise you, Do nothing till you have 'em under Black and White.—Then, if they fly the Parson, catch 'em with the Proctor.

Unmannerly Advice; but I was told before I came, what small Regard you paid to Justice. —It is in you, Madam, that all my Hopes are center'd.

Depend on me, in all I can.

No whispering in my House, no cabal­ing, no underhand Dealing.—Look ye, Madam, the Man's dispos'd of; but if you will let me know whereabouts your Fortune may be, I'll do my En­deavour to get you a Husband.— I will, Faith.

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No, no, the Threats of your Sex, like Courtiers Promises, vanish into nothing. Passion has left the weeping Corner, and now it blusters like the North Wind, that's all. I wonder who let this Wo­man in. I shall examine that Point with my Servants.

Are you a Man yet void of all Humanity?

If your Mother were alive, she'd tell you: How dare you call me Father, and question my Manhood? What would you make your Mother, Hussey? ha!

Oh do not name my Mother! Were she alive, you would not treat me thus. Remember your Pro­mise to Sir John.

But when I made that Promise, he was Heir Apparent to Four Thousand Pounds a Year, and Nobody dreamt of his being Disinherited. — Zounds, do you think I'll throw away my Money upon your Inclination, Mistress? No, mark me, Were thy Mo­ther here in all her Bloom of Beauty; here, here, upon her Knees before me, I wou'd not break my Word to Freeman; that is to say, whilst he is Master of his Father's Estate; therefore urge me no more, but prepare to be his Wife to morrow. D'ye hear?

To morrow! short Warning! yet short as 'tis, I shall have time for Resolution; and you shall find it, Father, as Unalterable as your own.

SCENE Watchit's House.

SINCE my Husband resolves to immure me, I'm glad my Jayl is so luckily situated. Here I may hope for some Consolation; The agreeable Address of Freeman charms me; my Husband's Jealousy provokes me; and the Conveni­ency of that dear Door, is so irresistable, that if I should not be able to withstand Temptation, my Husband may take it for his Pains: Besides, as the Poet says,

There's some Pleasure in reflecting upon past De­lights; and Confinement will sit more easy, when one knows one deserves it; but to be shut up for nothing, is not to be borne.

Well, Lucy: Have you given the Signal?

There was no need of a Signal, Madam: I found Mr. Freeman in my Chamber, waiting the happy Minute. Oh! were these Men but half so eager after Possession! — But then, the Park, the Play, a Bottle; nay, an Afternoon's Nap, shall have impor­tant Business in't.—But here he is, Madam.

My Charmer! I have stood Centinel at my Window these Two Hours, to watch your old Jaylor [Page 21] out; and the Moment I saw him hobble over the Chan­nel, I flew to the kind Door, impatient to be let into Paradise.

The impatient'st Lover, at the Beginning of an Amour, commonly proves the most indolent after Possession, they say.

That, Madam, in a great measure, depends upon the Wit and Temper of the Lady; After En­joyment, Love grows nice; Beauty kindles up the Flame: But there is more required to keep that Flame alive: But you may boast your Sex's whole Perfection: He who puts on your Chains, must be your Slave for Ever. Where Souls sympathize, the Bodies fear no Separation. When I but kiss thee

my Heart flutters at my Lips, as if 'twould tell thee every Thought within.

Bless me! what do you mean? I doubt you have naughty Thoughts! —Give us the Cards.— Come, I must have my Revenge.

That you shall, with all my Soul, instantly.

Be quiet then, and take the Cards.

The Cards! No, no, my Angel, I shall beat you at Cards; there is a sweeter Game for your Re­venge.

Pish! what Game? — Lud! — you smother one. Suppose any of the Servants should be upon the Stairs? — Lucy!

Humph! I understand her. I'll take Care of that, Madam.

You see, my Life, Mrs. Lucy knows her Bu­siness: Why should we neglect ours?

Business! What Business? Oh Lud! what would you have me do?

Make me the happiest of Mankind. A thou­sand Loves are dancing in your Eyes. Your balmy Lips and heaving Breasts invite me to the Banquet.

Don't talk to me thus, you insinuating Devil, you! — Let me go! —Oh gad! I an't able to struggle any longer! —

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Why will you struggle at all? Why destroy that Pleasure which your Consent so infinitely would raise? Come, lead me to my Bliss, where, folded in each other's close Embraces, we'll bid Defiance to a Husband's Frown, and kiss, and laugh at all his jealous Folly.

Oh gad! — Oh, oh Lud! — I have not Breath to answer — Oh, oh! I must not — dare not —will not —Oh Lud! —I have such a Swimming in my Head! — Let me go! — Tho' if you do, I am sure I shall fall down.

Oh my yielding Dear! — Where the Duce shall I find the Bed Chamber?

'Tis the next Room. — Ha! What have I said? Did you name the Bed-Chamber? Oh Gad! I won't go into the Bed-Chamber.

No, no, no, my Dear, I would not offer to injure your Modesty with such a Thought for the World. Go into the Bed-chamber! No, no, I'll carry thee thither.

Nay, how can you be so rude? Lord, whither are you going? I swear I have a good Mind to cry out.

Ha! What Shriek is that?

'Tis Lucy's Voice! Set me down, set me down! my Husband is most certainly return'd. What shall I do? O Invention! O Invention!

Pox take him for an unmannerly Churl, to make a Gentleman rise from Table before he has tasted the first Dish; and with such an Appetite too!

Oh gad! don't loiter here; but fly, fly, Sir!

But whither, Madam? Whither? Which way can I get up Stairs, without meeting him full in the Teeth? Except you have any back-way.

I'll venture; (for it is impossible for him to get out.) Here, here, here, Sir, step behind this Screen, and stir not for your Life, 'till I give you Notice.

What the Devil did you shriek out for? To give Warning, Mrs. Scriech-Owl?

Warning! of what, I wonder? Who could you expect to catch, that you came creeping up in this Manner, to fright a-body out of one's Wits? You suffer nothing to come near my Lady but Flies, that I know of.

Oh, Mi­sery! — Oh, oh, oh! —

Nothing but Flies! why Flies breed Maggots, Hussey.

Oh undone! Undone for ever!

Oh my poor Lady on the Floor! Help, Sir, help. — Where have you put the Gentleman, Madam?

Behind the Screen.

Oh, oh!

Pud, What is the Matter, Pud?

I fear I have broke my Leg, Mumps.

Heaven forbid! —Though if she has, there will be one Advantage in't; she won't teize me to go abroad these two Months.

—Let me see; where-abouts hast thou hurt thy pretty Leg?

Just in my Instep, Mumps! — Oh, oh!

Lucy! Where are you, Hussey! help me to set your Mistress in a Chair. How camest thou to fall, Pudsey?

Why, hearing her shriek, I ran hastily to see what was the Matter; and my Heel happening to catch in my Hoop, down I came, with my Foot double under me. — Oh dear Mumps! you hurt me terribly! Pray lead me to my Bed, that I may lie down 'till a Surgeon can be sent for.

Well propos'd!

No, no, let me rub it a little; I don't find it is broke: One must not make Surgeon's Work of every little Accident. It is not broke, Pudsey, that's certain.

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I wish your Neck had been broke, when you came Home.

It may be sprain'd, perhaps. I have some Camphirated Spirits of Wine in the Corner-Cupboard, behind that Screen. I'll fetch it, and bathe it with some of that. It is exceeding good for a Sprain.

So! I find a Law-suit commenced already.

If he comes near the Screen, I'm undone.

What, in the Name of Jupiter, will become of the Gentleman?

Oh dear, dear, Mumps! do not leave me. Give Lucy the Key; let her fetch it.

Ay, ay, Sir, give me the Key; and do you keep rubbing, that the Blood may circulate.

Well said, Mrs. Abigail.

Ay, do, dear Mumpsy! Methinks there's a kind of Ease whilst you are rubbing it. — Oh, oh!

No, no, she can't find it; she'll fling down some of the Bottles; that's all the Good she'll do.

Oh, I shall swoon, if you stir, Mumps! — I shall, I shall!

Well, well! I won't go! — You Women are so impatient! Here, Lucy, take the Key. It is in a Crystal Bottle. Don't you do Mischief now, amongst the rest of the Spirits.

I wish I were a Spirit to go out un­seen. —

She beckons you to go out, Sir.

I understand her. But if the old Fellow should look up!

No, no, never fear; I'll help to screen you from his Sight.

Here, here, Sir, here's the Bottle. I'm sure 'tis the right.

What is the Devil in the Wench! have you a a Mind to lame me, Hussey? Why don't you pull out the Cork?

Hang the Cork. — Rub, rub, rub, dear Mumps.

Now, now, now.

What's now, now! ha!

Why, now the Cork's out! Lord, you don't mind my Mistress's Foot?

Ah! he will catch him, that's cer­tain. — I have such a Terror upon me, that I'm disarm'd of all Excuses.

Where lies thy Pain, Pud?

Just where you are.

That I dare swear

— Bless me, Sir, how my Lady's Ancle swells?

Your Nose swells, don't it? What do you fright your Mistress for, Hussey? I see no Swel­ling.

I dont know how he should.

She might have laid a Foundation for a Swelling, if you had been Civil enough to have stay'd away half an Hour longer.

Come, try to stand upon't, Pudsey.

Ah! my dear, dear Life and Soul! I cannot bear it!

What, will you smother me? How now! Who have we here?

So! he has me! —I admire you leave your Doors open, Sir, and not a Servant in the Way to take a Message.

Had you any to send up, Sir? I don't like a Man that comes up to my Nose; then tells me, I ad­mire [Page 26] you leave your Doors open. — Zounds, was there not a Knocker to the Door?

I did knock, Sir; but my Business would not give me leave to wait.

Business▪ —What, to rob my House? or lie with my Wife, I warrant, had I been out of the Way.

—I pray you, sweet Sir, What may your hasty Business be?

What, in the Name of Jupiter, shall I pre­tend?

Oh Lud! what Tale can he invent? I tremble every Joynt of me.

If he proves of the true Irish Breed, all may go well yet.

I am afraid, Sir, you have forgot your Busi­ness. — A clean-limb'd young Rascal, this; — and has a damn'd Cuckold-making Air: Zounds, how my Wife eyes him!

I have it; Impudence protect me

The Affair I come upon, Sir, requires your private Ear.

Sir, I keep my private Ears, for my publick Friends. I have survey'd you round, and round; and, to be plain, I don't like your Phiz, and, may be, I shall like your Business worse. Therefore, will hear, whether it be worth going out of the Room for or not.

I can easily pardon your Dislike to my Face; but I must insist upon speaking with you alone.

I insist upon your speaking here, Sir —The Dog will cut my Throat, perhaps.

I'm in pain for the Event.

The Gentleman promises well; Have Cou­rage, Madam.

But your Reputation is concern'd, Sir.

My Reputation does not depend upon your Tongue, Sir; and I'll not stir a Foot.

But have you no Regard to your Lady, Sir? for I perceive this is your Wife.

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And what of that, Sir? What have you to say against my Wife? Out with it.

I have nothing to say, Sir, against your Wife.

'S'death, Sir! What is your Business? What have you to say? Speak, Sir; —Or, or —

Nay! if I must speak here! Then know, Sir, I am employed by Sir Andrew Gudgeon.

Gudgeon! I doubt, Friend, you have mistaken your Fish; for I know no Man of that Name.

Hark ye, Sir, a Word.

You know his Wife, I suppose, if you don't know him.

Wife! what Wife? Ad's Heart! speak out, and keep farther off. — This Dog's a Pick-pocket, for aught I know.

Why then, I must tell you, Sir, that Sir Andrew will have Satisfaction, before he and you have done.

Satisfaction for what, Sir?

For lying with his Wife, Sir, since you will have it out.

Adultery! Very fine, truly!

Bless me! who could have thought, that my Lady had not been sufficient for you, Sir?

Zounds! what do you mean, Sir? Do you think to make a Gudgeon of me?

Nor you must not think to make a Cuckold of Sir Andrew, without making him Satisfaction, Sir. I don't value your high Words, nor your big Looks. I am not to be frighted out of my Business, Sir. I am a Proctor in the Bishop's Court, and employ'd by Sir Andrew, to exhibit a Libel against you for Inconti­nency.

Oh Lord! oh Lord! I incontinent! I'll be judg'd by my own Wife. — Pud! —come hither, Pud —speak the Truth, and no more but the Truth, —Didst thou ever find me a Man given that way?

I wonder you have the Assurance to look me in the Face! I find your Suspicions of my Vertue, proceeded from the Weakness of your own —Un­grateful [Page 28] Man! Have I kiss'd and hugg'd you in my Arms for this?

Ah! did ever I think this of you, Sir? You, who have such a tender, fond, loving, lovely Wife of your own! I can't help weeping to see my poor Lady so ill-treated.

Was ever innocent Man thus baited?

Ah, Mumps! I never thought you were such a Hypocrite. — How often have you told me, what a crying Sin Adultery is! And —

This must be a Trick to abuse me! —Get out of my House, Sir. Zounds, get out of my House!

Get out of your House! Get ready your Bail, Sir. The Allegations against you are so plain, and positive, you'll scarce have any Room for an Evasive Answer, or to cross-examine the Witnesses upon New Interrogatories, Sir, —Mind that.

You and your Interrogatories had best march off, Sir, without any more to do, or —

If I might advise you, make up this Mat­ter, and don't expose yourself.

Why Pud! do you think I am guilty, Pud? Oh Lud! oh Lud! oh Lud!

Why, can you have the Assurance to deny it, after what the Gentleman has said?

His denying it, Madam, will signify nothing; we have unquestionable Proofs; Causes of this Na­ture never come into our Court without Demon­stration.— He must undergo the Sentence usual in these Cases. — Which is, To stand in a White-Sheet, and humbly confess his Faults before the Con­gregation. Besides which,

you will be compelled to pay Costs and Damages.— And if you are found Guilty of Contumacy, as your present Behaviour seems to promise, we shall get you Excommunicated.

Excellent Fellow!

Upon which comes out the Writ Excommuni­cato Capiendi: That, whips you up in an Instant; [Page 29] carries you to the next Jayl, and delivers you into Salvo Custodio; without Bail, or Mainprize.

What, hoa! within there? Where are all my Rascals? Hussey, go look 'em,

and bid 'em call a Constable. I'll Bail and Mainprize you, I warrant you, Sirrah: Why don't you go?

I'll not stir a Step: You wicked Man, you! —

A Constable!—that may not be so well.

I'm not afraid of a Constable, Sir. Send for him, and welcome; but the least Noise you make in this Affair, the better, Sir Nicholas!

Sir Nicholas! here must be some Mistake in this; my Husband's Name is not Nicholas, Sir!

What say you, Madam? Is not this Sir Ni­cholas Widgeon?

No, nor Woodcock neither, as you shall find, Sir!

Bless me! What have I been saying all this while? I ask your Pardon, Sir, with all my Heart. How the Vengeance cou'd I make such a Blunder? I was directed next Door to the Sun.

If I mistake not, Sir Nicholas lives at the next House but one. I am glad to find it a Mistake, Sir, and that you are not guilty of wronging so good a Woman, as my Lady is.

It is a very pretty Mistake, tho', to come in­to a Man's House, and abuse, and threaten him with White-Sheets, Penance, and the Devil; and then, I ask your Pardon, Sir. A Pox on you and your Pardon too, Sir.

Nay, you have Reason to be angry, I own, Sir—and I wish I knew how to make you some Satisfaction.—Madam, Can you forgive me? Upon Honour, I'm in such Confusion!

I believe him.

The Pleasure of finding my Husband innocent, inclines me the more easily to pardon your Mistake, Sir.

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I protest, Sir, I am very much out of Coun­tenance!

I wish you were out of my House, Sir.—

If you shou'd ever have any Business in Doctors Commons, Sir, I assure you, no Body shall be —

I assure you, Sir, that nothing can oblige me more, than to see your Backside; and so, sweet Mr. Proctor, with your Excommunicato Capiendi, I am your very humble Servant.

Sir, I am yours intirely.

Charming Fellow!

Pox take him, he has given me the Palpitati­on of the Heart, which I shan't get rid of these two Hours.—Why, what a multitude of Troubles will this poor Sir Nicholas be in now? His Sweet Meat will have Sowre Sauce.— Odd, there's a pretty Penny to be made of these Cuckold-making Dogs▪ if one could but catch 'em Napping.

Well, this is a Jewel of a Man, Lucy.

Ay, Madam, this Man has a Genius, and deserves a Woman.

I can't get this Fellow's Mistake out of my Head; it is a cursed odd one, methinks.

How does your Foot do, Madam?

Pretty well, I think, Lucy: Your Hand has done me exceeding Service, Mumps.—

Ay, ay, Chick, ev'ry one don't know the Vir­tue of a warm Hand.—I don't like this sudden Cure.—To roar out, but now when I touch'd it; and now to walk about, as if nothing ail'd her.

If you were a Surgeon, Sir, and cou'd effect Cures so soon, you'd grow Rich apace.

I wish you, and your Mistress, have not all your — I might not always be so lucky.

To prevent your being made a Cuckold, I grant you.

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I took this, just in the Nick.

Or she had Nick'd you.

That is to say, just as 'twas done.

Nay, before it was done; to my Lady's Sorrow.

Well, Mumps! I must remind you of your Promise: I must go out to Day.

Fy, fy, you would not walk upon your Foot so soon; would you?

Pho! I tell you my Foot is well: Besides, I can take a Chair.

Prithee, what Business hast thou abroad, Wife?

Why, I want to go to Chapel, in the first Place.

The Saints will hear you as well, from your Closet.

I can't Pray in my Closet.

Nor any where else, I believe.

Besides, here are Priests in London.

Ay! Enough to corrupt the whole Nation.—

And it is a mortal Sin not to Confess, when 'tis in one's Power to do it.

Pray, what Sins have you committed, that you are in such haste to unburthen?

You are not qualify'd to know.

Well, since your Conscience accuses you, you shall have a Priest. I'll send to the What-d'ye-call-'em Ambassador's, for one of his; who shall take your Confession in your Closet; but I'll stand at the Door: For I would not trust one of these Pardon-selling Rogues: They have such convincing Arguments for Cuckoldom.

Why, do you think, Sir, that I'll be shut up thus, for ever?

Nay, if you begin to exalt your Voice, then I must tell you, It is my Pleasure to have it so. Let that suffice.

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No, that will not suffice; for it's against my Inclination.

Which is not to be suffic'd? for you are never satisfy'd with gadding; if we Husbands shou'd always follow our Wives Inclinations, we should be in a fine Condition.

I am sure you have all Conditions, but good ones.

Is this your Matrimonial Vow! to impri­son me; You that wou'd Cherish, Love, and Wor­ship me!

So I do, don't I, my dear Flesh and Blood? Thou are my Goddess, and I adore Thee; and can­not suffer Thee out of my Sight.

If you Two are One Flesh, how come you to have such different Minds, pray, Sir?

Because the Mind has nothing to do with the Flesh.

That's your Mistake, Sir; the Body is govern'd by the Mind. So much Philosophy I know.

Yes, yes; I believe you understand Natural Philosophy very well, Wife: I doubt the Flesh has got the better of the Spirit in you.—Look ye, Madam! Ev'ry Man's Wife is his Vineyard; you are mine, therefore I Wall you in. Ads-budikins, ne'er a Coxcomb in the Kingdom, shall plant so much as a Primrose in my Ground.

I am sure, your Management will pro­duce nothing but Thorns.

Nay, ev'ry Wife is a Thorn in her Hus­band's Side; Your whole Sex is a kind of Sweet-Bryer, and he who meddles with it, is sure to prick his Fingers.

That is, when you handle us too roughly.—

You are a kind of Rue; neither good for Smell nor Taste.

But very wholesome, Wife.—

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Ay, so they say of all Bitters; yet I wou'd not be oblig'd to feed upon Gentian, and Wormwood.

No, you like Sweet-Meats better.

Confinement wou'd Cloy me with Them too.

Or you are no Woman.—

But what do's this signify to our Marriage-Articles? You know the Forfeiture, if you deny me Ghostly Aid.

A Thousand Pounds.—You bit me there.— Have a care I don't bite you again.

— Well, well, you shall have this Ghostly Aid —But do you consider, you never had the Small-Pox, and it never was so Mortal as now; therefore it is not con­venient you shou'd go Abroad; indeed it is not, Pudsey. —'Tis out of pure Love to thee, Faith, my Dear; for the Small-Pox wou'd spoil that pretty Face: It wou'd truly, Pud: Prithee now, believe thine own Mumps.—

Away!—I hate your Wheedling. Those who languish under the Plague, need not fear the Small-Pox.

Humph! Say you so? I shall indeed be a Plague to you, if I catch you tardy, Gentlewoman. Odd, I can't put this Foot of hers out of my Head; it looks like an Excuse to conceal some secret Failing, and puts me in mind of a youthful Stratagem of my own. Having been a little Familiar with one of my Mother's Maids, and like to have been caught, I cut my Finger, and pretended I came for a Rag to bind it up.—This Fellow with his Ex­communicato Capiendi, too, may have more in't than I can see through: I resolve to examine my Servants, if ever they saw him before; but in Personating this Priest, I shall know all.

Shall you so?

I have bespoke a Disguise; and am resolv'd to take her Confession my self.

Indeed! — My Lady shall know your Con­trivance; and if she does not fit you for your Cu­riosity, I am mistaken, old Gentleman.

If she has Cuckolded me, tho' but in Thought, I will enjoin her such a Penance!

SCENE, Widow Headless's House. She Wiping down the Dust with her Handkerchief.

JUDITH! What hast thou been doing all this Morning, that my Dressing-Room is in this Pickle?

Pickle!

Ay, Pickle, Sauce-box; Why dost thou Eccho me?

Eccho you!

Again! — Indeed I shall slap your Chaps, if you don't learn to leave off repeating my Words after me.

After you! —Marry, I —

You will do it then.

Will do what? Chem zhour, chem can do no­thing to please you! Chem clean'd it as it hod bin vor min Life; zo I dud.

Life! what is thy Life, Muck-worm, to a clean Room? Dost thou imagine Rooms lie thus at Court? Ha, Slattern?

They can't lie better, I think.

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Think! Why dost thou think, Animal? What hast thou to do with Thought? Mind thy own Business, and never puzzle thy Noddle with Thought.

Bless me! my Lord, and Sir Philip! —I am asham'd to be caught in this Disorder!

My Lord and I have been fetching a Walk, and I could not persuade his Lordship to pass by your Door, Cousin, without calling. You are his North, and he is embark'd in the Cock-boat of Love, and is constantly pointing this way.

You are very pleasant this Morning, Sir Philip. But. —

I ask your Pardon, Madam; but finding your Door open, and no-body in the way, the Knight undertook to be Master of the Ceremonies, as well as to answer the Reproaches I might reasonably expect from you, for this Liberty —

Oh, good my Lord, no Apology! That ought to be done by me for the Disorder your Lordship finds me in. —Go, Beesom, and look for your Fellow-Puzzles, and ask 'em, Why they leave my Doors open? I shall be robb'd one of these Days. — Sure, never any-body was so fatigu'd with Servants as I am. Did you ever visit a Lady in a Stable before, my Lord? Oh gad! I shall be stuck, mir'd, laid fast, and forc'd to be dug out like a Potatoe.

A Stable, Madam! I protest I think your House is as much in Order, as any Lady's in London.

Ay, my Lord, there are few of the Quali­ty such Housewives, as my Cousin. If it be your Lordship's good Fortune to marry her, she'll set the Ladies at Court a Pattern.

Fy, Sir Philip! This to my Face! it looks like Flattery.

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What would be Flattery to another, is but doing you Justice, Madam. —

Women have no Defence against the fine Things you well-bred Men say. To raise our Vanity, and make us have a good Opinion of ourselves, you are sure, is one way to be well in our Esteem.

I should think myself the happiest Man living, if I cou'd perceive I had the least Share in yours, Madam.

His Lordship complains, Cousin, that you are Inexorable. — Hark ye, one Word with you. —Don't over-stand your Market. A Man of Quality is not to be caught every Day.

There's an old Rogue, now!

Wou'd you have me marry a Man as soon as he asks me the Question, Sir Philip? I think, to have an Amour with a Person of Rank known and talk'd of, is one of the greatest Inducements to Matrimony; especially if it gives the rest of my Sex Pain.

Right Woman, on my Conscience!

My Lord! won't your Lordship please to rest yourself?

My Rest depends upon your Ladyship.

Who shall never be a Resting-place for you to Tally on.

I'm certain, 'tis not in my Power to give your Lordship Pain.

So —Another Trap! but I'll spoil the Dia­logue.

More than your whole Sex.

Your Lordship will make me vain.

If there could be any Addition to the Vanity that thou hast already.

Oh, Jeffery! —Well, have you delivered all my Messages?

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Be Mess, I think so.

Ha!

How many dud you gi me, Forsooth?

Madam, —Oh the Clodhopper!

Mrs. What-ni-cull-um, at the Hog's-Head, was gone out, chu'd seem.

Madam! Blockhead.

Ha, ha, ha! this is like to be a diverting Scene.

How often must I instruct you to behave your self before Company? Will you never learn Manners, Booby?

No, I shan't, an yow go on at thick same slip-slap Rate. —Nouns, an thick be London-Breed­ing, send me into the Country agen, I say.

If I were thy Lady, Fellow, thou should'st have thy Wish.

Say yow so? Ay! but Curst Cows have short Horns, we say in our Country▪ — I shall never be your Servant, I hope!

How now, Sause-box! do you know who you talk to?

Yes, I do —better than you think for, me-hap.

How's that? 'S Death, if this Bum­kinly Dog should know me, he'll spoil all.

I have a good Mind, Sirrah, to dash your Teeth down your Throat.

So yow ma' an you wol. What does he meddle wi' me for, then? I dud not meddle wi' him; dud I?

You'll have your Bones broke in London, Sirrah. I admire my Lord does not Cane you, Scoun­drel.

His being this Lady's Servant protects him.

No, it is that protects yow; for an I had yow in my Country —

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This Fellow and I must have a little Confa­bulation. I must stop his Mouth.

Sirrah, no more of your Impudence; but give me an Account of the Business I sent you about. How does Lady Lucy, Lady Lock-up, Lady Love-it, Lady Set-up, Lady Comely, Lady Revel, Lady Ramble, Mrs. Prim, Mrs. Prude, Mrs. Costly, and Mrs. Travel?

Nowns! her Tongue runs like the Mill at Va­ther's Orchard-End, that scares Crows fro' the Cherry-Tree.

Does it so, Sirrah?

Hold, hold, dear Madam: Let me intercede for Mr. Jeffery this once.

How civil the Dog is!

Your Lordship commands me. Well, Mrs. Fisk-out, at the Boar's-Head, which you call the Hog's-Head, Clumsy! was gone out, you say?

So she was.

How's that?

Madam! — Jeffery— Madam—You forget.

Madam—

Hoa! you have squeez'd out Madam at last.

Squeez'd —Od! would I had the squeezing of yow.

How, Sirrah, you squeeze me! —My Lord! Sir Philip! Did you ever hear such a Varlet!

You see, Madam, your Beauty reaches all De­grees. He speaks his Heart, I dare swear.

You have him as you breed him.

Oh, that's barbarous, Sir Philip. You don't know the Pains I take with my Clodpated Family. —Well!

Yes, they are well, Madam. —An hope yow are well, Madam —And they'll all —or some of them, come to see yow, Madam. —So they gi' their Loves — Loves? No, no —So they gi' their Service to yow, Madam —An, an, an, an, [Page 40] So that's all, Madam. —There's Madam enough for yow now, I think, if yow know when you have enough.

Now Jeffery has done it. Ha, ha, ha!

I have been teaching him the distinguishing Rap, these three Days; and yet, I warrant, he'll knock with the sneaking Air of a Taylor. Let's hear how you perform?

Execrable! —Didn't I tell you so? —There, Blockhead. —

By'r Lady! that's enough to fright all the Dogs in Town.

In the Opinion of such a Puppy as you are — Go, bid the Cook set on the Tea-kettle, and cut some Bread and Butter —But, d'ye hear? don't you bring it dangling in your Fist, as you did Yesterday, Sloven—If you do, I shall throw it at your Head, Sir. Remember to bring me nothing without a Plate: D'ye hear? —You han't Breakfasted, I hope, Sir Philip?

Yes, long since.

So have I, Madam.

Jeffery's talking of Dogs, puts me in mind of a Message from my Daughter. She bid me tell you, she expects a Puppy: Has your Bitch litter'd yet, Cousin?

Not yet, Sir Philip. You never saw a poor Creature so big in your Life. Jeffery fetch Misha hither

— Hark-ye! Hark-ye! — Come back.

What! — will you run your Nose into my Mouth? Where are your Manners, when you leave the Room? —Still that Scrape? I thought I had shew'd you to bend your Body only, and keep your Feet upon the Ground.

By'r Lady, you'll make an ambling Nag o' me by-and-by.

Nothing but thy Twenty thousand Pounds could make Amends for thy Impertinence. [Page 41] —I admire you give your-self the Trouble of Coun­try-Servants, Madam.

I would not keep a Town-Servant, my Lord, if they would live with me for nothing. Their whole Attention is Drunkenness and Pride. The dirtiest Trollup in the Town must have her Top-knot and Tickin-shoes. This City spoils all Servants. I took a Welsh Runt last Spring, whose Generation scarce ever knew the Use of Stockens: And —will you be­lieve me, my Lord? She had not liv'd with me Three Weeks, before she sew'd Three Penny-Canes round the Bottom of her Shift, instead of a Hoop-Petticoat.

That was something better than a Wench at my House, who dis-rob'd a Barrel, and let all the Ale about the Cellar. One of the Ends of the Hoop working out, discover'd the Trick, and at the same time flung down a Side-Board of Glasses.—Ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha!

Ay, they do more Mischief than their Necks are worth. If the Parliament don't lay a Tax upon their Pride, there will be no living. I wish your Lord­ship would take it into Consideration.

Well! —Where's Misha?

By Mess, I can't bring her; not I.

How so? Is she so heavy?

No, she's not so heavy: But I can't make her lie upon a Plate, for the Blood of me, so I can't.

Ha, ha, ha! Ridiculous enough! — Ha, ha!

A Plate, Blockhead! a Plate! Did you ever see a Dog brought on a Plate, Clodhopper? Did you?

Pure Innocence, faith!

Nay, how do I know your London Vashons? —You bad me but now, I'm zure, to bring you nought without a Plate; so you dud.

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What! —Living Things! —Ha, Did I say Living Things?

Living Things! 'S'Blead, the Devil would not live wi'yow —The Cobler wants Six-pence for mend­ing your Clogs, Judith bod me tell yow.

These Wretches will distract me! —Is that a Message to be delivered to me in Publick? Ha, Thick­scull? —But since you had no more Wit, let me see what he has done for the Money. — My Lord, youll excuse this Piece of Oeconomy. —

Oh! Madam —

Did you ever see the Fellow of him, Sir Philip? I protest he puts me into an Agony! Why, you Thick­scull'd Rascal! — You unthinking Dolt! — You senseless ideot! — Was ever a Pair of dirty Clogs brought upon a Plate, Sirrah? —Ha? —Was there? —Was there? —Was there? —Hedge Hog?

What d'ye strick me vor! —The Clogs ar'nt Living Things too, are they? —By the Mess, Ill take the Law of you, so I will, an yow thrash me about at thick same Rate. S'Blead, an yow were a Man, I'd dress your Jacket for yow.

Fy, fy, Cousin, this is not like a fine Lady.

That's your Mistake, Sir Philip; My Lady Flippant beats her whole Family, from her Husband to her Coachman.

I shall teach you better Manners, if once I get you.

O Money! Money! what a Charm hast Thou?

Out of my Sight, Sirrah! —

Who the Murrain, cares to stay in it I won­der? Ah! Jeffery! Jeffery! thou art right enough [Page 43] serv'd! —Why didst thou leave thy Sweetheart, Cicely, to pine away like a Goose in a Penn?

Why then you are False-hearted, Jeffery?

I have been Sir; with Shame I confess it, or I had ne'er come under Mistress's Clutches. —But,

I've somewhat to say to you, my Lord, when Time shall serve.

I'll meet you in Covent-Garden Piazza, in Half an Hour.

Here's the Knight in Black to speak wi' yow. — Sir, Sir Freeman, I think you call him.

Sir John Freeman, you mean —Shew him up.

Hold, hold, let me begone first. I have some Reasons why I don't care to see him. —I had some Business with you, Cousin; but I'll send to you. —Will you walk, my Lord? Or shall I leave your Lordship?

I'll wait on you, Sir Philip. —I take an unwilling Leave, Madam: But it may not be conve­nient to press upon your Business. —I long to know what this Fellow has to say to me

—Your most obedient humble Servant.

I am your Lordship's —

I ask you Pardon, Madam; I fear my Visit has robb'd you of better Company.

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Not at all, Sir John: Your Father-in-Law, that was to have been, is just gone out; He seem'd unwilling to meet you.

Well he might, after his perfidious Usage.

But is your Brother really to marry my Cousin Olivia?

I have Reason to fear it; but hope he will be disappointed. I receiv'd Instructions from Olivia to wait on you, Madam, to ask a Favour of you.

She may command every thing in my Power, Sir John. What is it?

That you would give a Lady Entertain­ment in that Appartment which opens into the Back­street.

What, is it the Dutch Lady, Sir John?

The same, Madam,

She's welcome. May her coming prove pro­pitious!

Here's one Mr. Freeman, to wait on you, he says.

My Brother! What can he want? Does he use to visit you, Madam?

He never was here in his Life! I can't ima­gine his Business! —Would you see him?

Yes, yes; but not a Word of the Business I came about.

You don't think me so indiscreet, I hope: Shew him up, Judith.

Madam, your Servant. Ha! Brother! I'm glad to find you in such good Company. My Bro­ther Jack's a pretty Fellow, Madam.

So he is indeed, Sir. He wants nothing but a Wife, in my Opinion.

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Brother, I hope you conceive a Wi­dow, when she makes such Wishes in your Favour. —She has Twenty thousand Pounds.

And what then, Sir?

What then, Sir? Why then He who marries her, will be worth Twenty Thousand Pounds —That's all!

I would advise You to marry her your self.

I thank you, Sir; but I'm provided.

So am I.

Why then I wish you Joy, Brother, if you are sure of it. — Madam, I have a Message to you from Sir Philip Money-Love, who intended to have delivered it to you himself; but Company com­ing in, and being to meet a Lawyer at the Rummer, where I now left him, he was oblig'd to leave your Ladyship without telling you, that he came to know your Resolution about a Piece of Land that he men­tioned to you some time ago. He would gladly buy it, or exchange with you for another; because that Ground is contiguous to some Part of his Estate, which he is about to settle upon his Daughter.

Pray, Sir, let my Cousin know, that I gave my Lawyer Orders to treat with him about that Mat­ter.

Where does your Lawyer live, Madam?

At Number [2] in the King's-Bench Walks in the Temple. Sir Philip knows him.

Very well, Madam. — Brother, where shall I see you in the Evening?

I am ingaged this Evening.

You'll make one in a Country Dance to Morrow, I hope? For that is to be my Wedding-day —

I hope to baulk you yet.

— I can promise nothing for Futurity, Sir.

Humph! You can't! — what you please, Sir. —Madam, your most humble Servant.

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How he triumphs!—How can you bear the Airs he gives himself, Sir John?

To do him Justice, Madam, I believe he knows nothing of my Pretensions to Olivia. He was Travelling, when first I made my Addresses; and since his Return, we have not been so well with one an­other, to communicate Things of this Nature.

I ask your Pardon, Sir John, for keeping you standing. Won't you please to sit, Sir?

Excuse me, dear Madam; I intend to take this Opportunity to see Olivia, whilst her Jaylor's abroad, let the Consequence be what it will; and let her know, how much we are oblig'd to you, Ma­dam.

My good Wishes attend you both, Sir John.

SCENE changes to the Piazza in Covent-Garden.

HA! not here! Sure he do's not suspect me; and apprehend a Duel might ensue; All my Measures are broke, if he should. — Ho! here he comes.

What can this Fellow have to say to me, I wonder? If he has discover'd me, he wants a Bribe. But I hope it is not so: for I shou'd be loth to have a Secret of this Nature lie in the Breast of such a Blunderer.

— Mr. Jeffery! I protest I did not see you.— Well, what can I serve you in?

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In nought, that I know of, Zir; but me-haps, I may zerve yow in zomewhat, Zir,—my Lord, I wou'd zay. I beg yowr Pardon, Zir; we dan't zee zouch vine Voke in our Country every Day — zo that I hope yow won't be angry an I shou'd not hit upon your Worship's Name at every turn.

Angry! no, no, Mr. Jeffery, I hate Ceremo­ny. —I find he does not know me; all's safe.

If it were not necessary that we People of Quality shou'd be distinguish'd by the Titles and Degrees his Majesty has been pleas'd to Exalt us to; I wou'd not care if I were call'd plain Jack.

If you were Exalted according to your Merit, you'd take your Degree at Tyburn.

—Ay, ay, nothing but right, Zir, nothing but right.

But which way am I to be oblig'd to you, Mr. Jeffery? I shan't prove ungrateful, I assure you.—

Nay, as for that, d'ye zee—that's not the mat­ter — I dan't want a Bribe. An tho' I be but a poor Fellow, and wears a tawdry Coat here, and am thumpt, and beaten about as you zee, I have an ho­nest Heart in my Belly, and good Blood in me too, for aught I know: For yow mun understand, Vather was my Lord Firebrand's Gardiner, when I was got, chou'd zeem, and they zay, Mother was a deadly pret­ty Woman —

From whence you wou'd infer, that his Lord­ship might be your Father—Not unlikely; but go on—

I perceive yowr Lordship is a Suitor to my Mistress.

I confess you are a Man of Penetration. I am indeed an Admirer of hers. —.

The more's the pity. — I'm zorry for't.

Why so?

Because, I'm zure she'll use yow like a Dog: I han't liv'd a Month wi' her, and to my knowledge she has made Fools of Three, or Four; main sightly Men, I promise yow.

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The Devil!

Mercy o' me! Where, Zir? Dud yow zee any thing, my Lord?

No, no, I was only surpriz'd.—Cursed­ly Ignorant!

Surpriz'd! be mess, the Devil wou'd surprize ony Man, an tho' he were the Parson o' the Parish.

But has she had so many Lovers, say you?

Oh, a mort, Zir, a mort: But I can tell you one thing; She likes yow woundy well.

Ay! How dost thou know that, my Boy?

Why, our Mary knows all her Heart, mun, an she tells me ev'ry thing. Odd, an yow knew as much as I cou'd tell yow, yowr Business might zoon be done, Zir; my Lord, I wou'd zay.—

Ay! How, prithee?

But won't yow be false-hearted now, and tell?

What, against my self? No, no, there's no danger of that. Besides, I hope you don't think I wou'd be so ungenerous to you!

Nay, as for that—I'm but a Servant; an one Place won't do, another woll, for that matter. Now what I am going to tell your Lordship, is none o' my Business, as one may zay; but it wou'd make a-body mad to zee a Woman flounce about House, like a Dog in a Ducking-Pond.—Now, Zir, an she had a Husband,— He, he, he, he! why me-haps,—he, he!—me-haps, I zay, he might vind her somewhat else to do, zometimes. Yow understand me, Zir?

Yes, yes, very well, Jeffery: If I had her once, I'd make her turn over a new Leaf.

That I dare swear.

Why, that was my very Thought now.—I wish yow had her, Sir; But you'll find it a knotty Piece of Work, let me tell yow but that; she deals as Scurvily with her Sweet­hearts, one way, as with her Servants another; and, I Cod, I ha' found her Fingers come slip-slap, this [Page 49] a-way, and that a-way, like a Flail upon a Wheat­sheaf.

A Pox of your Similies.—

Od save me! Dud I hit yow, Zir?

Oh, no matter, Jeffery.—Go on—

I hope yowr Lordship's Worship will forgive me, Zir; I meant no harm, not I, Zir — But as I was zaying, — Mistress will give yow the Dog to hold, an yow do'no' give her somewhat.

Think'st thou so, Jeffery? Why what woud'st thou have me do?

Don't yow know that, without telling? There is zomewhat to be don, Zir, beside the Parson, or yow may dangle after her till Doom's Day, to no more purpose, than to winnow Corn without a Wind.— Her t'other Husband dud n't get her with Compliments, my Lord.—

No!

No, no. He had been in Ireland, and knew better Things, Mun.

Ha, ha, ha, ha! Are We thought to have any particular Method to gain the Women, Jeffery? For I am of that Country, you must know.—

Are yow zo, my Lord: Nay, then, an all be true they zay o' yowr Country-Men, one need not tell yow which End to begin yowr Work at.

Ha! Is she to be won that way? I thank you for the Hint.— I find thou art a Lad of Parts; and when I am thy Master, I'll have thee taught to Shave, and make thee my Valet de Chambre.

I shall Shave you, I believe, before I have done with you.—With what an Assurance the Rogue talks.

— I shall be main Thankful to yowr Lordship, an yow do, Zir; When wol yow come to our House agen?

This Evening.—What is the best Time to find her alone?

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Be mess, I known't that; but an yow find her alone, I'll take care Nobody shall disturb yow, an yow'll put it home to her.—

Wo't thou! Egad, there's a Guinea for thee to drink my Health, then.— Never fear, I war­rant thee, Boy, I'll have her.

Ha, ha, ha! How Generous the Rogue is: Well, I hope by this Stratagem, to give her a Disgust to his pretended Lordship; at least, I shall prove, if she has any thing valuable, besides her Money.

THIS is the House! Oh! for an Art to make my-self Invisible!

Who would you speak with, Sir?

With your young Lady, Friend.

I wonder you'll be so troublesome, Sir. I told you before, I would not disobey my Orders.

—I'll have none of your Money, Sir, —I'm not to be bribed to betray my Trust, I'd have you to know that.

Then you must be kick'd out of it, Sir.

Murder! Thieves! Murder! —This is a terrible Fellow. For my Part I'll never hinder him going in again. —And now he is in, I wish I had taken the Money. — He has shut the Door, and the Devil take them that open it, for Dick.

The SCENE changes to the Inside of the House.

DIck! Will! John! What Noise of Murder is that? —Ah! Freeman! —

My Life! my Soul! Am I become so hateful to thee, that thou can'st not bear my Sight?

Thou art to be my Sister.

Blast the Name!

Perish my Brother first. —If thou art true. If thy Heart has not consented —

To him nor any, but thy-self.

Then not all the Brothers upon Earth shall take thee from me. Mrs. Headless readily com­plyed with your Request, and I have sent Louisa thither.

Dost thou think so? Yet wilt thou stay, and sacrifice Thy-self and Me? Consent to fly with me, now, whilst Sir Philip is abroad.

But whither shall we fly?

Where Love directs us.

I could, methinks, run any Risque with Thee; and thou perhaps, wouldst do the same with Me. Now in the Summer of our Love, little Cares would not offend us: But when the Glowing of the Passion's over, and pinching Cold of Winter follows, will [Page 52] amorous Sighs supply the Want of Fire? Or kind Looks and Kisses keep off Hunger?

I think they would. But Love ne'er reasons thus, Olivia. I fear my Brother's Gawdy Train, has rais'd this Picture of Despair. He, he, has my Estate! Dare I, stript as I am, pretend to vye with him? I, who live upon his Bounty! —Bounty! damn the Word? Live on a younger Brother's Boun­ty, and see him wed the Woman I adore! — That Thought will hurry me to Madness!

You wrong my Love, and I should chide you for it, were our Condition happier. But to shew you I am a Lover-Errant, consider what Trade you can take up for a Livelihood. For my part, I can make Purses by Day, and sing Ballads by Night. Now, if you can grind Knives, or turn Tinker, I'm Yours.

Fortune can never cast us down so low. She owes thy Vertues more, methinks; This Dawn of Mirth, portends a joyful Day. Haste then my Fair­est: Let us leave this Place, that we may gain Time, at least, to work Louisa's Purpose.

I'll only fetch a few Jewels; a sure Relief in Time of Need.

Undone for ever! my Father's coming up!

Mischievous Accident! —What shall we do? Humph:

I have it. — Run you to your Chamber, my Angel, and when you hear a Noise, come forth, and wonder.

Ha! What's this of embracing and hold­ing for ever?

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The Curtain's drawn, and see! She's here again!

She's here! —Who's here? What is the Meaning of this?

Jocasta! Ha! What fall'n asleep so soon?

Jocasta! Who's Jocasta? What in the Name of Vengeance, have we here?

How fare's my Love?

Nay, who the Devil knows?

Ha! Lightning blast me! Thunder rivet me for ever to Prometheus'-Rock, and Vultures gnaw out my incestuous Heart!

With all my Soul.

By all the Gods, it is my Mother Merope.

Merope! Who, in the Devil's Name, is she? —Ouns! Where are all my Rascals? Now will I be hang'd if here isn't a Pack of Strollers got into my House. Why, Rogues! Villains! where are you all? Who have you let in, Rascals?

We let in Nobody, Sir, not we.

My Sword — A Dagger —Ha! who waits there?

Go look!

Oh Lord! No-body, no-body at all, Sir. Fly, Master, fly! It is a Madman, to be sure!

Come away, Sir, come away? He'll certain­ly kill us.

The Devil go with you all —

Oedipus! Just as I thought; Strollers! neither better nor worse. But how the Devil they got into my House, that's the Question?

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Where you shan't be long, I promise you. —Ouns, 'tis that beggarly Badge of Quality, Sir John Freeman!

Murder, Murder! 'S'Death! the Rogue will squeeze my Guts out.

Bless me! what is the matter, Sir? —Ha! Sir John!

How you stare, Mistress! —You did not know that he was here! —No, not you —You was not to have been an Actor in this Droll, I war­rant.

Not I, indeed, Sir. I heard you cry out, and came to know the Cause.

What is the Matter, Sir?

I'll tell you, Rascals, by-and-by.

Gentlemen, you are very welcome to stay and see the Play; but I must beg it may be on the other side the House. You'll crowd the Scenes so much, that the Actors can't enter.

The Actors! What Actors, Sir! —Ouns do you think I am to be droll'd out of my Daughter? —I thought I had forbid you my House?

Pish, pish; you are out, Sir; confound­edly out —Hark-ye! Did you ever rehearse this Part, Sir?

'S'Death he'll make me Mad! —I shall make my Part good with you, I fancy. Fetch me a Constable.

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Out again! —A Constable! Why, there is not such a Word in the whole Play. A Constable! why, they never heard of such a Thing in Thebes!

Alas, Sir! don't you perceive his Brain is turn'd?

His Brain! If he had had any Brains, he had not lost his Estate.

If I had had your Conscience, I should not.

Sir, will you be pleas'd to walk out of my House.

Look-ye, Sir, if you study your Part no better, I'll forfeit you, by Jupiter. —Hold, hold, hold! Ad's-Heart, Madam! You enter'd too soon —Oh think of something to defer this Mar­riage, tho' but for a Day.

What a Vengeance are you whispering? ha?

Why, was that your Cue, now? If you don't mind your Cues, you can never make an Actor, Sir. —Here, Sir! here's a Woman for you, who never trod the Stage before, yet I'll be bold to say, That she'll surprize you. —Come! hold up your Head, my Dear —Mind your Business. —Enter boldly, and when you Exit, Exit—nimbly—Thus—

I wish I could Exit with thee.

Stark Mad! This comes of sticking to Principles! I have known Principle starve Five hun­dred Fools; but never knew it feed one Wise Man yet.

It will never starve you, I'm sure.

I'm glad he's gone —Come, come, dry up your Tears, and think of him no more. A Coach with Six before, and Six behind, with a pretty Fellow in the Middle, will make Amends for Beggary, and Madness.

Here's Mr. Freeman! Leave your Sniveling, and mind your Obedience, I command you.

Souls know no Command, tho' Bodies do.

I deny that Position! I am all yours — All, and All, and ev'ry Part.

— Command, and try your Power.

It shall be then, to see my Face no more.

A very extraordinary Wife, I'm like to have, truly! —Very singular in her Manners, Faith!—

Oh, never mind what a Woman says, or does, before Marriage. She'll be gentler after.

That's doubtful; for I can't perceive her to have the least Inclination for me.

Pish, pish; when you have been Married a Night or Two, you'll tell me another Story, Mr. Freeman — Her Mother was thus before her.

I wish it may prove so, Sir Philip:

SCENE Watchit's House.

WAS ever Man so Cheated, Chous'd, and Cuckolded, as I am? By a Priest too, a Pox of his Sanctity! Well, this was an admirable Contrivance. Little did she think, who was her Ghostly Father. Ah! the Wickedness of this Age! Ah! Tim! Tim-Watchit! all thy Care is vain. Zounds! why did I grope for what I fear'd to find? I was but a Cuckold in Conceit before; now ev'ry Fool will hang his Hat upon my Horns! Oh! that I had her in Spain! I'd Spitch-cock her, like an Eel. — But just Revenge is counted Murder, in our Country; and a Man must be Hang'd for doing himself Justice.— This Priest must be a Conjurer! he must have some Charm to make me sleep sound; or, he cou'd never have come to Bed, and I not hear him. Nay, she says ev'ry Door in the House flies open as soon as he approaches.— These are fine Holy Guides, tru­ly; No wonder there's so many Female Proselytes, when the Priests take so much Pains to Convert 'em.—Which way shall I be Reveng'd of this [Page 58] Cuckold-making Dog?

—No, that won't do.—Ay, it must be so.—

Pud, Why Pud, where are you, Pudsey?

Did you call, Snub?

Snub! Why how many Names must I have, ha? Snub! Pray who taught you that Name, Wife?

Taught me! Why, do you think I don't know how to put four Letters together?

Ay, the Priest has taught her the Art of Coupling; Pox take him for't.

But what did you call me for?

To tell you that some Affairs oblige me to go out of Town to Night; and that you must not take it ill, if I lock you into the House, that No­body may come in or out, till I come back.

Ay, into my Chamber if you please; I begin to Relish my Confinement tolerably well— But may it not be dangerous to Travel so late?

For her Ghostly Father, it may, if I catch him.

No, no, not at all. Go, get you to your Chamber, Pud, I'll follow you; perhaps I may take a Nap before I go.—

I wish it might be your Last.— Lucy shall give Mr. Freeman Notice of this lucky Op­portunity,

Well, as you please, Snub: I'm all Obedience.

If you were, Snub, I shou'd be too Happy. Ah! She is a delicious Bit! a tempting Morsel. Ah! these Priests! these pamper'd Priests! What wou'd become of good old English Property, had they once Footing here again? S'death, what had I to do with Beauty? What Business had I for a Wife, a hand­some Wife? Of all Men living, I'm the most unquali­fy'd for a Husband! Husbands shou'd be kind, soci­able, [Page 59] courteous, gentle, loving, blind Animals; if they are so bewitch'd to pitch on Beauty.

SCENE changes to Mrs. Headless's House.

DUD yow call, forsooth,—Madam?

Fy, fy, Jeffery, will you ever be this stupid Wretch, notwithstanding all the Pains I take with you? Is not Madam, as soon, and as easily pronounc'd as Forsooth?

Ay, every whit, d'ye zee, an I cou'd but hit on't; but my Memory is short, an yow hare a-body zo, that yow fright it out o' one's Head agen— Madam.

Hare you, Quotha! I'm sure you Craze me. You behave your self so awkardly before Strangers, they will believe, perhaps, that I don't understand better. When I'm alone, I don't care: Nay, some­times your Blunders conduce to my Pleasure.

I cou'd find a way more conducive to her Pleasure, if she'd give me leave.

There's Mistress; An yow mun gi't her yowr zelf; gi't her, an yow wol.

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My Master, Madam, gives his humble Ser­vice to you; and begs the Favour of an Answer.

I admire your Master will give himself and me this Trouble, when I have so often assur'd him 'tis to no purpose.

Sure, I have seen your Face before, Bro­ther.

Ma hap, yow may, Friend, and ma-hap, yow mayn't.

Are'n't you Gloucestershire?

Yes, I am.—I won't deny my Country.—

Is not your Name Crumplin?

Ay, marry, is it; be mess, I shou'd know yow too!

Honest Jeffery Crumplin! I'm glad to see thee.

P'shaw! I dan't like this zame slabbering Vashon.—But, pray, what may one call yow? I know yow'r Face.—Ah.—

My Face! Why I can't be so alter'd in Six or Seven Years, sure! my Name is Sly!

Odd sa' me! Sam Sly! gi' me thy Hond,

Well, an how! an how have yow done, Sam, e'er sen we us'd to break one another's Head at Cudgels, ha? they told me yow was gon over Seas.—

I han't been in England above Six Weeks.

Say yow zo! Good lack! Well, an have yow bin in Gloucestershire?

Yes, I came from thence but t'other Day; I liv'd with Mr. VVorthy.

What, Master VVorthy of VVorthy-Hall?

The same.

Odd, yow had rare luck, hark-ye, to light on zo brave a Place. Well, an dud yow zee our Volk? how do Vather, and Mother, and Sisters? Ha?

All well, and brisk, Jeffery.

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Odd, Master VVorthy is a main honest Man.

As lives by Bread, and as well belov'd.

Ha! these two Fellows are acquainted, I find.

They wou'd have my Master set up for Par­liament-Man.

I wish he were qualify'd for it.

An he does, I'm zure he'll carry't: An Mr. VVorthy comes to Rule the Roast, we shall zee better Times, I'm per­swaded. —Well! besure I'm huge glad to zee yow, Sam.—Where may a body zee yow, some Day to drink a Pot to all our Friends in Gloucestershire? ha? I have zome there, I believe; ha?

I'll call on you some Evening, and shew you where I live.

Mr. Worthy writes me word, that he is going to Jamaica. It is only a Pretence, I suppose. I'll hear what his Servant says

Is your Master go­ing to Travel, young Man?

Not for his Pleasure, Madam—

I did not speak of Pleasure; I ask'd you, if he is going Abroad?

It is in your Power to stop him, I believe, if he is, Madam?

Still foreign to my Question! Can't you an­swer directly, Friend?

That depends so entirely upon your Lady­ship, that it is impossible to answer you directly.— I know he has an Uncle dead in Jamaica, that has left him Forty Thousand Pounds; but I also know▪ he is so much in Love with your Ladyship, that he does not care Forty Shillings for't.

The Fellow's Mad! Not care for Forty Thou­sand Pounds? Why, the fourth Part on't wou'd pur­chase a Barony!

If I had the Sixth Part of it, I'm sure thou shoud'st never purchase me.

What! is that zame Uncle dead, that came over once with a huge sight o' Blackamoors at's Tail?

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Ay, ay, Jeffery! he's Dead.

Is he zo? He was mainly Rich, chu'd seem?

You are mainly Impertinent, chu'd seem.— Pray, ask your Country-Man here, if he puts in his Verdict, when his Master's talking?—Pray tell, Mr. Worthy, that I shall be at Home all this Evening; and he may, if he pleases, give me an Opportunity of wishing him a good Voyage.—

To the Island of Matrimony? or I shall make but a broken Voyage of it.

I shall inform him, Madam.

How came you to know this Gentleman, Jeffery?

Who! Master Worthy! Why ev'ry Body knows him in Gloucestershire; Vather has work'd for him, and the old 'Squire, these Twenty Years chu'd seem. He's a fine Man, and has no more Pride in him, than I have. He keeps a topping House—He has humming March Beer! and deadly strong Cyder! There's rare Doings at Cursmas.

What Doings?

Why, he keeps open House for all Comers.

He ought to be very Rich; whose Oeconomy is so Profuse.

Rich, Quotha! Nouns, he knows no End of his Means; he has a mort o' Land! I ha' seen a Hundred; Nay, be mess, I known't an there warn't two Hundred, at Dinner in the great Hall, one Plough-Monday; All his own Tenants; an Master was so familiar and so merry wi' 'em, and made 'em zo Drunk! Lord, what Work was there! —

It was a beastly Pleasure; and no Sign of his Frugality, whatever it may be, of his Good-Na­ture.

Ah! he's the sweetest natur'd Man in the World. Nobody ever saw him out of Humour, that ever I cou'd hear on: His Vather, indeed, wou'd [Page 63] bawl, and make a noise, chu'd seem; but as for thick same Gentleman, he's quite another Thing; he is so good to the Poor, and so loving to all his Neigh­bours; that there's not a Man Twenty Miles round him, but wou'd run thro' Fire and Water for him.— He is counted a main wise Man too; he makes no more of a Lawyer, or a Justice of the Peace, than, than, than, yow do of me, Madam.— Nay, it's thought by zome Volk, that he is so deep Learn'd, than an he wou'd, he cou'd puzzle, even the Parson o' the Parish.

That may be; and he no Conjurer, neither. He shall know what a Favourite he is of yours.—

That he knows already.

You seem to know him perfectly well.

I wish you knew him as well,—Madam!

It is pity he is not a Man of Quality; These Qualifications, tho' I confess they are very bright ones, signify nothing without a Title, Jef­fery!

I'm sure thy Vanity will never intitle Thee to the Heart of any Man of Sense.

Go, get me some Tea.

Did I not hope to Command in my Turn; I shou'd not Obey so readily.

There's a Lady below, that want's yow, she says,—Madam.

Bring her up. — This must be the Lady Sir John, mention'd.

'Tis from Olivia, Madam.

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You are Welcome, Madam.—I'll wait on you to that Appartment my Cousin mentions. It is impossible Mr. Freeman shou'd know it to be any part of my House, when he is brought in by the Back-Door; Your own Servants must attend; I'll give Orders that none of mine are seen on that side of the House.

I am extreamly oblig'd to you, Madam. I have sent a Servant with a Letter to Mr. Freeman, and expect his return every Moment. —I'll wait on you, Madam.

Be pleas'd to walk this way.

The SCENE draws, and Louisa comes forward, meeting Flora.

IS Frederick come back, Flora?

Yaw, ye Vrow, an he heb dat Lettre gi brought.

Here bin Minheer Freeman, ye Vrow.

That cold Salute, is nothing like my Freeman. You was not wont to kiss me thus!

Faith, Madam, I keep no Journal of my Plea­sures; so can't recollect how I us'd to behave my-self.

With what Indifference he regards me! Hold in, Resentment.

Pray, Madam, what brought you to England?

Do you ask, why I follow where you lead me? Where shou'd I be, but where my Husband is?

Hold, hold, — You'll spoil my Marriage — Husband! ha, ha, ha! Don't you rave, Child!

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Have you forgot the Promises you made me?

No, nor what you gave me in Return, neither, my Dear.

Did you not love me, Freeman?

Did I not give thee Proofs of it? How does my Boy do? Ha? I think you must lend him me for a Pattern. You have heard I am going to be Married, I find.

Yes — I've heard such News, but cannot think it true.

I can't help that. Nay, nay, nay, if you are at that sport, good-bye t'ye. —

You shall not go.

Indeed but I shall, Madam. —Pish! prithee shew me none of your Tragedy-Airs. Let go my Coat. You know, I hate to see Women cry. — To what purpose are these Tears? —I thought I gave you a Caution of it in my Letter.

O do not struggle to be gone; but hear me; My Tears will fall; but I'll strive to suppress 'em.

Do so; For if you have any thing to say to me, you must deliver it in a more entertaining man­ner, or I'm your humble Servant. Again! Humph! —I imagin'd how 'twou'd be. —'S'Death! what a Fool was I to come? I hate Upbraidings of this Nature.

Well! and cou'd not you have told me this, without Whimpering! —Pox o' the old Dog! A Shilling! — What a Duce shall I do with this Heifer and her Calf now! She comes very unlucky too [Page 67] at this Time. If Olivia shou'd hear of her, my Busi­ness will be done there.

—Send out your Maid, Louisa.

Leave the Room; But when I call, do as I directed.

What do you pay for these Lodgings?

Nothing. The People are related to a Friend of mine in Holland; from whom I brought a Letter. I believe they let no Lodgings. I wou'd not willingly trespass long upon them.

Well, my Servant shall take Lodgings for you. — Dry up your Tears, and come and kiss me.

You foolish Girl you, to blubber and spoil your Face at this Rate, when you have nothing else to trust to!

—So, there! kiss me again, you Chit, you. —I'll take Care of you. I have a Man in my Eye; a Lord too; that is very fond of your Country-Women.

What means my Dearest.

To get thee a good Settlement. A Lord's Mistress lives as great as his Wife, and is as much re­spected in our Country. — And thou shalt be In­itiated, according to Custom.

Pish, pish; Yes, yes, a hundred, I warrant thee —

Unkind, and Cruel! —Can I love—

Well, well, as to Love, that's not essential to a Mistress: Provided the Gallant has your Person, you may dispose as you think fit of your Inclination.

Sometimes to see my Freeman, 's all I wish.

Well, well, you shall see me; but we must manage that Point with Prudence: There must be a Decorum observ'd at home. For if it shou'd reach my [Page 68] Wife's Ear, it wou'd prevent my seeing you at all— Ah, Louisa! I wish the Lady I'm to marry, lov'd me as well as thou dost.

I hope she does.

No, faith, she says she hates me; so that, for ought I know, thou'rt in a fair Way to be reveng'd of me.

I wish it not, nor wou'd I seek Revenge on thee, more than on my own Heart — Flora!

— You must drink something with me —

Come, Here's to your Future Happiness!

I'll pledge that Generous Toast, and kiss thee for't —Why this is as it shou'd be now.

If Women understood their own Interest, they'd find us less prepar'd to resist the Force of their Good Hu­mour, than all the Artillery of Tears, and Ranting! —Egad! methinks thou art as handsome now, as when I first enjoy'd thee: Lips, as soft, and panting Breasts as hard as ever! —Oh, you are a tempting Baggage!

—What if we shou'd try to get a Girl to our Boy, Louisa?

What! sin a-new, e'er we've repented of the past?

Sin! you silly Jade! Come, come, we'll repent once for all, my Dear.

It must be quickly then — Or Life will be too short to do it!

What say'st thou?

Forgive me, Freeman! Thou art poison'd.

Ha!— Dye thou, then, from whose Hand I took it!

Ah! ick heb nit dat ga don, Minheer —

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Am I then caught! poison'd! —What! Dye the Death of Rats! —Confusion! Murder'd by my Whore!

As willingly as I did ever promise thee.

Haste, Flora, and obey.

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SCENE changes to Watchit's House.

I Wonder what carries my Husband out of Town, so late? But no Matter, it gives me an Opportunity to see Freeman, who I know will be here as soon as Lucy has given the Signal — Ha! sure I heard the Door go.

I have unluckily forgot my Powder-horn; and how I shall find it in the Dark, I can't tell. — I don't care to disturb the Family for a Candle.

He is here already! — Oh, the dear impatient Man! — Bless me, Lucy, why did you let him come so soon? I don't think your Master is got out of the Street yet.

How's this?

And if he should take it in his Head to come back, I should be terribly frighted.

'Ounds! I'm Thunder-struck! this Dog of a Fryer is here already! and of Lucy's bringing! Oh! the Jade! Ad's-heart! I might have waited without Doors 'till Dooms day.

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Distraction! What have I said? —It is my Husband's Voice! What will become of me now!

Here needs no Conjuration. My Turtle seems willing enough to coo with him; and is only afraid I should return to spoil Sport. O the Strumpet! But let me hear what this Rogue answers. Which way will she get off now, I wonder?

I have no Pretence to get off, but by going on.

Well, Lucy tells me you are the most dextrous Fellow at this Business —

Business! What are they come to Business, already?

I know not why; but methinks, I'm half afraid to venture on a Stranger.

A Stranger! What, then this is a new Rogue? —Ounds! I shall be Cuckolded by Church and State!

How now! What do you mean? You won't offer to come to Bed to me, sure?

You'll take it very ill if he don't. — Ounds, I han't Patience to hear it out.

O Gemini! What do you do? —How dare you be so rude?

There's a Question to ask a Man that she has brought into her Bed-Chamber!

If my Husband should come!

As he really is. —

If he should catch you! —

As he most surely will — Thou Sorceress!

Nay, nay; Indeed, and indeed, but I won't.

Indeed, and indeed, but you will. —This is a thorough-pac'd Cuckold-making Dog! —How softly the Villain whispers! — I can't hear one Word he says.

What gave you the Assurance to imagine I'd Cuckold my Husband, who is the best of Hus­bands?

That's a Lye.

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Let me go, will you? I protest I'll cry out.

That's another Lye.

Nay; Lord! —Pish; don't, —Fy! —What do you do?

'S'Death! I shall stand and hear my-self Cuckolded! — A Light! a Light, there! Thieves, Thieves! A Light a Light! —

Ah, Heavens! what Noise is that? Why Lucy, Lucy! Thieves, Thieves! A Light! a Light!

Thieves! —Ah, a Pistol! Murder! Murder! Oh save my Life, and I'll lead you to all the Money, Plate, and Jewels in the House. Oh, oh, oh!

Mumps! Oh, save me, save me!

Off, thou foul Adultress! Don't think to smuggle me, 'till your lewd Paramour escapes.

Bless me, Madam! Master looks as if he would eat a-Body! What was all this Outcry for?

I'll tell you anon.

Where have you hid this Rogue of your pro­viding, Hussey? Ha?

Of my providing? What do you mean, Sir?

Nay, nay, don't stand prating; but call up the Servants to assist your Master. —Don't, dear Mumps, don't be too venturesome. The Thieves have Pistols, and may kill thee.

May they so! A Pox o' your Sneer. —Now does she look as if she knew not one Word of the Mat­ter.

I hope to prevent your knowing one Word of the Matter, that's my Comfort.

Why what should she know, Sir?

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Go look, Mrs. Pander.

I'm sure, I know nothing, but that I was wak'd with the Cry of Thieves, Thieves! If it was a false Alarm, so much the better: It did me Service, however, for it wak'd me out of a Dream, that frighted me as bad as the Noise did.

A Dream! Why, what was you dreaming on, pray?

Why, methought Lucy had brought me a Corn-cutter, a great, fat, clumsey, black Fellow; but the most dextrous Fellow in the World, she told me, at that Business.

Ha! I remember dextrous was one of the Words she spoke. Perhaps it might be nothing but a Dream.

And the impudent ugly Villain, me­thought, would have come to Bed to me. I was strug­ling with him in my Sleep, and vowed I'd cry out, just as the Noise wak'd me.

Say'st thou so, Pud! And was all this splutter about a Corn-cutter? — Why then, to tell thee the Truth, thou didst cry out, and I thinking Thieves were got into my House, cry'd out too; for I never dream't of thy talking in thy Sleep, Child. —I don't remember ever to have heard thee before.

So have I, a hundred times; but you snore so loud, that no-body's Noise can be heard but your own. —This Corn-cutter has put the Corn-maker out of his Head. I smell the Plot already.

It takes, as I could wish — But where was Freeman, Lucy?

Gone out, Madam.

'Twas lucky that he was.— Ah, Mumps! I know what you thought.

Ay, Madam, he thought you had got a Gal­lant through the Key-hole. Had I a Husband of Master's Temper, I'd fit him, I warrant him. He should not be jealous of me for nothing.

That I dare swear.

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As you are of my Lady. She has a comfort­able Life, has she not? To have you vex and teize, and break her Rest for nothing.

Take care I don't break your Head for some­thing.

I care not if you do. I will speak. You could not use my Lady worse, if she had Cuckold­ed you. —You are like some litigious Farmers, who Pound their Neighbours Cattle for a Trespass, tho' they have more Ground, than they can stock themselves.

Hussey! You have Stock for the whole Pa­rish! —Get out of my Sight, or I'll break your Neck down Stairs.

Excellent Wench!

Fy, Lucy, how you talk to your Master? I assure you, I shall dis­charge you my Service, if you don't behave your self better.

I shall get another, I hope, if you do? Don't think I'll be suspected of procuring Gallants for you! Did he not ask, where the Rogue was of my Procur­ing? — I'll bring my Action against you, for Scan­dal. I have nothing but my Reputation to live by. Take That from me, and you take all. If he's your Husband, Madam, he's not mine.

No, thank Heaven, I have enough of one of you.

Leave the Room, I say.

It's for, for, your Sake — or, or —I'd tear his Eyes out!

Take away my Reputation!

Oh! the wondrous Reputation of a Chamber­maid! —This Slut has strangely provok'd me. I wish I were rid of her.

I wish I knew what brought him back; and if he intends to go again.

Ah! that the Husband of that Charming Woman should be Cornuted by a Priest! —

What would I give to be rid of his Company? Yet I dare not ask him, how he designs to dispose of himself, for my Soul.

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What art thou thinking of, Pudsey?

Of your Unkindness, Mumps! To pretend Business out of Town, and leave me starving in Bed by myself. I'm sure if you lov'd me, you would not let Business take you from my Arms. Indeed, indeed, you would not, Mumpsy.

Ah! those pretty Pouters! I must kiss them, thou coaxing Pug, thou!

Dost thou really love thine own Mumpy?

Naughty Mumps! is that a Question now! Han't I given you all the Signs of it? Don't I lie close to your Back? and warm your Feet every Night in my Lap? And creep gently out o' Bed in the Morn­ing, without waking you? Don't I? Can you deny this, Mumps?

No, nor I won't deny it, Pudsey. And I hope you'll allow me some Merit in my Turn, Pudsey.

Nay, Mumps, I scorn to derogate from your Merit. I must confess, you never do any thing to break my Rest, but when you are so naughty to leave me. —For then I do so tumble, and toss — and dream —and am so terribly frighted —as I was but now, you know. —Well, I protest, you shan't go out again to Night! — If you do, I won't love you again these Three Days; so I won't.

Thou handsome Creature! Oh! 'twas that bewitching Leer, that snapt my Heart —What has she in her Head now? —I never knew her in this wheedling Humour, but she had some Design

—Well, Pudsey, What is that begging Face put on for?

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That's a Secret, past your finding out.

What can I do to please my Pudsey?

E'en very little truly.

—I could tell you, Mumpy; but may be, you won't do it.

But may be I will do it.

Won't you go out no more to Night, then? But say your Prayers, and go to Bed, and snore like any little Pig in your Punny's Bosey?

Humph! Now is she afraid of her Ghostly Father. She certainly smokes my Design. — On my Conscience, she's in Love with him. —I warrant, he's a strapping young Dog. —Ounds! if I can but light of him?

What is he pondering on? Pray Heaven he does not take me at my Word, and stay at Home in Complaisance.

—What won't you an­swer me, Mumps?

Why, Pudsey, thy Kindness so confounds me, that I know not what to answer thee. — I am loth to displease thee, and yet I must leave thee instantly.

Little does he think, that 'tis the only thing he can do to please me. I hope Freeman is come home by this Time.

I only came back for my Powder-horn; that's all, Pud; but I'll make all possible haste back: I will indeed, Pudsey, to make thee easy.

Or otherwise.

Well! if it must be so!

I must be content, and make my self as happy as I can without you, Mumps.

Ay, ay, I won't be long from thee. Go, prithee, get me a Dram, I'll but take my Powder-horn, and follow thee —

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I know not what to think. Some­times I think she loves me — and sometimes I think she does not. And if Father Domini comes within the Reach of my Blunderbuss, have at him! If not, she shall produce him: I'll confront her with her own Confession. If once I get him in my Power, I'll turn his own Inquisition upon him. His Church ne'er tortur'd Heretick, as I will him.

SCENE Mrs. Headless's House.

I AM strangely divided between In­clination and Grandeur. I confess, I like Mr. Worthy's Person better than my Lord's; but marry him, and I shall be call'd plain Mrs. Wor­thy: Then, where's the Distinction between me and my Butcher's Wife: And who in their Senses wou'd part with Twenty thousand Pounds, to be nothing but what one was before? My Lord can make me a Woman of Quality, and intitle me to treat all below me with Contempt. That carries a valuable Consi­deration. —Methinks, there is an Air in the very Footman of a Woman of Quality. He approaches with such profound Submission! And in a Tone so Soft, — Did your Ladyship call, Madam? Whereas, now, my blundering Rascals come trotting up to my Nose, with a Dud you want me, Forsooth? — Ha! Lord Pharoah-Bank.

I hope you'll pardon this abrupt Intrusion, Madam. It is intirely chargeable on the Impatience of my Love. Command my Absence, I beseech you, if I break in upon your more diverting Thoughts.

I had no Amusements, my Lord, but what ought to give way to better Company.

You do me a particular Honour in that Di­stinction.

If I had not some Skill in the Choice of my Acquaintance, I should be stifled with Impertinence. The first Lesson I teach my Servants, is, To distin­guish between Persons of Rank, and the Dross of Human-kind. I am pleas'd to find my Instructions are not lost upon 'em, by admitting one of your Lord­ship's Figure upon such easy Terms.

Such an Approbation from a Lady of your good Taste, cannot fail of inspiring me with a better Opinion of my-self, and a Confidence of my not being unwelcome to my Dear Widow.

She kisses softer than a Southern Wind!

Pugh! I hate to be Complimented with Frag­ments of another's Wit, my Lord. It argues a Decay of Charms in the Person you address.

I own it is a Fault, Madam. Your Ladyship has Beauty enough to inspire the dullest Genius with something New.

You mean, she has Money enough to inspire you with Impudence.

Apollo and the Muses dwell upon these Lips. Another Kiss, and I shall be—

A Poet?

Whatever you wou'd have me.

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Say you so, my Lord? I have an odd Whim come into my Head.—Will you give me a Proof of my Power, my Lord? I want an Elegy.

On a departed Monkey, or a Favourite Kitten, I presume.

No, upon a Living Subject.

A pretty new Invention, to bury People before they are dead.

A Living Subject! An Elegy upon a Living Subject?

You are not inspir'd yet, I find, my Lord. I mean, a Characteristick of human Life; Dead, and yet Existing.

Mystery!

Popery! Downright Popery! May the Ge­nius of England defend us.—Let me see! What dead Folks have we among the Living? —There's a Dis­banded Officer.—An old Beau.—A broken Trades­man. —A Degraded Parson.—A Quondam South-Sea Director. —An Eunuch. —An, an, an Old Maid.

You have hit it, my Lord.

Then Crown my Success with another Draught of Nectar.

How warmly the Rogue Kisses! He makes Love with as much Assurance, as if he had Two Bottles of Burgundy in his Belly, and a real Title to support his Impudence.

I protest, one shou'd take your Lordship for a Soldier; for you attack a Woman, as they do a Fortify'd Town.

Love, and War agree in every Point, my dear Widow; The Blockade of a Town resembles an obstinate Woman, and a Phlegmatick Lover, who resolves to weary her into Compliance. A Kiss now and then from a diffident Lover, is like stealing a March, and surprizing the Enemy, by a circumspect General. But eager and repeated Kisses, are, like Storming, more glorious to the Assailant.

These Rogues happen into good Company sometimes, one may know by their Gleanings of Wit.

Oh gad, my Lord, what do you mean, by Ruffling one at this Rate?

Judge my Meaning, by the Quickness of my Pulse, the Throbbing of my Heart, and Trembling of my Limbs! The unquestionable Proofs of Love, and Eager Wishes for Possession. —Come, come! Thou art no Stranger to a Lover's Meaning!—My Life, my Soul! Let us improve this Dawn of Pleasure.

As how, my Lord?

Sure she wou'd not have him tell her in plain Terms.

P'shaw! for a Woman of thy Experience, to ask that Question!—Come, come, the Sight of the Bed-Chamber, will refresh thy Memory.

—Pish! —Nay, fy—Be Civil, my Lord.

Humph! — If it be come to Pish, and Fy already, another Volly of Kisses, and she sur­renders at Discretion.

Nay, Struggling is your Sex's Privilege. You wisely know Resistance but inflames Desire.

I protest, I'll cry out, my Lord.

With all my Heart. Your Servants know their Duty better than to come, if you do. — Honest Jeffery has taken Care of that.

How secure the Rogue thinks himself!

I will positively enjoy thee this Night — Honourably, if you please.

Or not at all, my Lord, if you were the First Man of Quality in England!

Send for the Parson this Minute then.

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Oh Gad! You stop one's Breath.—You are the most impatient Man! —

Impatient, quotha! Who can behold these dear Eyes without Impatience for the Blessing?—

Well, my Lord, let us sign Articles:— And then—

I'll give thee a Chart-Blanche. Make thy own Terms; so that I may this Night take Possession of these Arms.

Well, since your Lordship will have it so—

Nay, yow mou'not go in, an yow were Ten Master Worthess—

I tell you, I had your Lady's Commands to wait on her, and must, and will go in: So, sweet Mr. Jeffery Crumplin, by your Leave.

Oh Gad! that's Mr. VVorthy's Voice! What can he think, when he see's one ruffled in this Manner! —I'm surpriz'd!—Did not I hear my Clod-hop­per's Voice, in a resisting Tone, Mr. VVorthy?

I was so far out of my Country-man's good Graces, that he wou'd neither bring in my Name, nor permit me to enter.

That was in Favour of me. Jeffery is a Man of Honour, I find.—But who's this Mr. VVorthy? Disappointment catch him, for coming so Mal-a-propos.

That Fellow is the most impenetrable Sot!— Why did not you break his Head, Mr. Worthy?

That's a Liberty, Madam, no Man ought to take in your House, 'till you have made him Master of it.—Were I that happy Person—

You'd kick every­body out of it, I suppose?

That gives me just Provocation, Sir.

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If they shou'd quarrel now!—Mr. VVorthy, pray let me speak a Word with you.—Do you know who this Gentleman is?

Very well, Madam.

Then if you know me, you know your Dis­tance.

So well, Sir,

that were you not protected by this Lady's Presence, there shou'd be just the Distance from hence to the Street between us.

How, Sir?

Through the Window, Sir.

You dare not talk thus elsewhere.

You dare not give me an Opportunity.

Dear Mr. VVorthy, for your own sake, consider what you do.—He is a Man of Quality; and, for ought I know, a Privy-Counsellor.—

To nothing above a Gang of Pick-pockets, I'll answer for him. Hark-ye, Tally; how long have you worn this Surtout of Honour, I beseech you? In what Reign were you created a Baron, pray?

Humph! He knows me, I find.—My Business is done here.

My Stars! Is not he a Man of Quality?

Yes, yes, Madam, I'll give you his Titles in a very few Words.—He is Baron of Fair-Chance, and Viscount of all the Pharoah-Tables in and about London. He has a Pack of Cards for his Coat of Arms, quarter'd with Knaves; and False Dice, in a Field of Impudence.—His Crest is a Fool; his Supporters, are Parolie, and Trait la va.

The Rogue has Blazon'd me!— But I must carry it off as well as I can.—I hope you'll prove this, Sir.

Oh! instantly, Sir.— Sam!

Call a Constable.

Not for the World. I beg I may have no more Bustle in my House.

You understand me.

Perfectly well.—Will your Lordship please to walk this Way— What think you, my Lord, of a Pot of Porter, to drink to our better Acquaintance?

A Pox of Ill-luck!—I may find a Time, Sir—

Not to cheat me of my Money, Sir.—Ha, ha, ha!

I hope you are not mistaken in the Man, Mr. VVorthy.

I'm glad You were not, Madam.

Which is intirely owing to your timely Dis­covery, or I had been undone.

For which, give me leave to say, you might have thank'd your own Vanity. Nothing but a Lord wou'd go down!—I admire, a Woman of your Dis­cretion, and a Widow too! shou'd prefer Empty Title to Real Pleasure, and mere Shadow to conjugal Af­fection.

A Fiddle of Affection, Mr. VVorthy; I tell you, I have been Lac'd very tight once in my Life; but having made my Fortune, and got my Liberty, if ever I try again the Matrimonial Bodice, the Lace shall be tagg'd with a Title, I assure you.

Ah! that will make a Noise in the World; but your Pleasure, like a Squib, will vanish in the Bounce, ha, ha, ha! —To give Twenty thousand Pounds for the bare Name of my Lord's Lady, whilst Ten to One, but your Chamber-maid supplies your Ladyship's Place in his Arms, and rattles about Streets in her Berlin, supported out of your Ladyship's Fortune.

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You seem well acquainted with the Map of this World.

Perfectly, Madam; and have made this Ob­servation, That Women who love to indulge their Vanity, and yet hope for their Dividend of Pleasures, are acting as inconsistent a Part, as they who give a Loose to their Fancy, and at the same Time think to preserve their Reputation.—I tell you, Madam, A Man of Quality will no more throw all his Love upon a Wife, than a Farmer will sow all his Land with the same Grain. The only Way to engross your Joys, is to marry one of us Country-Gentlemen.

To be rival'd by March-Beer, Tobacco, and Fox-hounds.

Even those are preferable to Cards, Dice, and a Wench, as you wou'd have experienc'd, had not I come in.

So! now will he value himself upon my Deli­verance.

—Well, well, Mr. VVorthy, since this Fellow proves a mere Plebeian, he is a worthless Rascal; but if he had really been a Lord, what is now Impudence, wou'd only have been the Violence of his Love.

Humph! a very pretty Distinction! —No, Madam, I deny that Position—Love is soft and gen­tle, as the Morning-Sun in Autumn, mellowing Incli­nation by Degrees; but its Twin-Brother, like a Foot-Pad, knocks you down, and rifles you at once.— He was impatient for your Money only, Widow.— I, for this dear Person.—Now, why can't you like me as well as a Lord?

Like you! For what?

For what! Why for an unalterable, faithful, constant Doating—

Hold, hold, Sir. Your Epithets are running away with your Meaning. — But to prevent your ex­plaining it, I must tell you, That the very Name of Matrimony with a Commoner, will flatten our Conver­sation, and make us look very simple.

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Ay! but there is something so expressive in that Simplicity, that it gives a deeper Impression than all the Gildings of Rhetorick. Ah! my dear, Widow, wou'd you but return my Love, how many Cupids shou'd I behold dancing in these Eyes! Nay, and you shou'd see strange Things before Morning.—

Sha! you talk foolishly.

That's inherent to a Lover.

And so you'd have me a Fool too, to keep you in Countenance. A very wise Foundation for the Fa­brick of Matrimony.—No, no, I tell you once for all, Though I do like your Person, you and I must never be conjur'd into the Circle of a Wedding-Ring.

And no other Circle will do my Business.— I'll try if she has really a Liking for my Person.

Well! what have I put you in the Dumps, now? Are you considering what Death will revenge you of an ungrateful Mistress. Ha, ha!

No, faith, Madam; I'll live to be reveng'd, and balk your Vanity—

You are the merriest Lover at parting!

I am of Ben's Mind, Madam; resolve to be merry, though the Ship were sinking. And since I must never hope to call you mine, I here dismiss all the Retinue of a formal Lover. Such as Vows, Ogles, Sighs, Dreams, Visions, Sonnets, Gingles, Epigrams, Couplets, with a long &c. —Thus, with infinite Struggles, I hope to entertain as mean an Opinion of Matrimony, as your Ladyship, in a very little Time.

Oh! that he had a Title to support this Hu­mour; he shou'd find, I have no mean Opinion of Ma­trimony.

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And, for the future, shall look upon the Par­son's Patchwork, like a Pilgrimage to Mecca, or Jeru­salem, fit only for the Superstitious, and People who have periodical Inclinations, to fill up the Vacancies of human Life with a huge Caravan of Children; a long Journey; dirty Road; through the Turnpikes of Jealousy, Anxiety, Suspicion, Animosity, pinching Cares, and a Thousand other Inconveniencies.—By the way, you have travell'd the Stage, and, I suppose, know what I say to be true.

Ha! — All is not right within this Breast. I begin to perceive his Indifference gives me Pain.

I fancy the only Object to give one a Surfeit of Matrimony, wou'd be to see a Pair of distemper'd Creatures in the Corner of a Room, in close Conspiracy to deceive one another; very sincerely promising mu­tual Love for Fifty Years ensuing; when, upon Tryal, a Month's Fruition makes either a Caterwauling Cor­respondence, or a more peaceable and elegant Way, of Separate Beds.—She seems nettled, I'll proceed.

—With this Thought I comfort my-self: And here, Madam, bid Matrimony and You Eternally Farewell— Who wou'd be led for Life.

Eternally! —I wish I had never seen this Fellow.—Lord, how my Heart sinks.

You are exceeding Gay, Sir.

Tous jour Gay, as the French say. I always meet the Frowns of Fortune thus—The Jade may jilt, but never inslave me.—But, to be serious, To morrow, Madam, I embark for the Indies. It will be [Page 89] a secret Pleasure to me, if you'll permit this Paper Room in your Cabinet. It is my Last Will and Testa­ment. If I miscarry in the Voyage, that will intitle you to Forty thousand Pounds, my Uncle's Death in­rich'd me with in Jamaica; whither I am bound. This is a Proof of my Esteem, though you have forbid my Love.

This is an Act so singular, so full of Generosity, that it almost lays me under a Necessity of making you some Return.

Very singular, faith, if she knew all.

Forty thousand Pounds! —Why one Quarter of that Money, would buy a Barony.

Quarter me, if I wou'd lay it out that way, if I had it.

Or, suppose you shou'd sell Part of your Estate in, in, in — Gloucester-shire?

Ay! or any other Shire.

A Patent wou'd be no difficult Thing to ob­tain.

No! but the Money to pay for it, wou'd.

Ha! —What's here, The Pleasures of a Single Life? Luckily Encounter'd! —

P'shaw! a Fiddle of Single Life!

Nay, since you have impos'd the Study, Madam, you must give me Leave to con my Lesson.

Pugh! now I'm serious, you are turning every Thing to Ridicule.—About this same Patent, I say; —Suppose you sell part of your Estate.

Faith, Madam, my Estate is like a Wife, In­tail'd; and my Father made me swear, never to levy a Fine upon any Consideration, but making a Lady a Joynture. So that it is like to be mine for Life.—But, I know, this sudden Pretence of yours, is only to try the Strength of my new Resolution.—You are not in Earnest.

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Well, pursue your Voyage to Jamaica; sell your Effects; return and purchase a Barony; which you may easily do, in Eight or Ten Months, and you shall see if I am in Earnest, or not.

Eight, or Ten Months! Ha, ha, ha! Men love not now, Child, the Patriarchal Way. No, no, I wou'd not trust to a Woman's Promise Eight or Ten Hours.—Marry me before I go, and then—

O! then you won't go at all.

Just the same as if you do not marry me.

But what a ridiculous Figure I shall make, after so many Declarations against Plebeianism, when I shall be wish'd Joy by that vulgar Epithet—Mrs. Worthy?

If that be an Objection, I'll give you my Honour, you shall never be call'd Mrs. Worthy —

— O the Devil! that Touch has thaw'd all my Reso­lution, and Love and Folly begin to pour in like a Deluge: But when I think of those terrible Words, You and I must never be conjur'd into the Circle of a Wedding-Ring—

This is nothing to the Barony. Look-ye, Mr. Worthy, your Generosity has made this Moment yours; but if you don't take me at my Word, Con­sideration may spoil my Gratitude.

Nay, I'm to be taken in the Moment too. Therefore, if you'll slip on your Hood and Scarf, step into a Hackney-Coach with me, and drive to the Fleet, where we may be tack'd together by a Spi­ritual Journey-man, without a License, or the Know­ledge of either your Servants or mine; I promise you, as soon as the Ceremony is over, I'll on Board; make what haste the Wind and Waves will permit; Dis­patch my Affairs with the utmost Expedition; and, with the first Ship, return to these dear Arms. 'Till when, 'till when, thy Widow's Name be worn. The World shall be insensible of my Happiness, 'till it rings with thy Honour.

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And you'll perform this?

Most religiously—

But—

Nay, no more Fairy-Fancies: Give real substantial Pleasure. We Country-Gentlemen are so used to Surloyns of Beef, that we shall starve on the Whipt-Cream of Airy Promises — Take me, take me, whilst you may

This Moment, whilst my Hopes are high; whilst Imagination represents a Groop of Plea­sures, thou'lt find thy Account in't, I warrant thee, Widow!

Oh! I can refuse the dear Man no longer.— Well, wait in a Coach at the Corner of the Street, and I'll be with you in the Compass of a Wish.

Ha, ha, ha! she's caught, by Jupiter.

Joy to you, Sir! I over-heard the Bargain.

Not a Word in the Family.

Not for the World, Sir.

Wait you at my Lodging, with all Things in Readiness for Consummation.

Never fear my Part of the Business, Sir.

What have you done with his Lordship?

Reduc'd him to a Commoner again, Sir; But, the Fellow is a reasonable Creature; provided you'll forgive him, he'll obey your Commands.

Very well! Away, and call me a Coach.

Yes, Sir, Yes. —

Egad, I've earn'd her Fortune by mere Dint of Policy.—Thus,

SCENE changes to the Street, before Watchit's Door. He in Armour, with a Blunderbuss on his Shoulder, which he often makes ready to fire.

I Shall pepper this Dog, if he comes in my way.—Hark! Sure I heard somebody tread.— No, 'twas nothing but the Wind, I believe—'Tis very cold—I shall catch my Death; but it is better to die once for all, than to live upon the Rack. What had I to do with a Help-Mete, when I was no Mete-Help for her? S'Death, to be bubbled in my old Age; to father Children that I never got, and leave my Estate to a Mungrel Race, half Fish, half Flesh, a Piece of Priest-Craft! I have had, as it were, by Instinct, a sort of an Aversion to that kind of People from my Cradle. Ah! honest John Dryden, I shall never forget a Passage of thine.— ‘Priests of all Religions—’ Who comes there? Stand, or you're a Dead Man.

How! Villain—I'll see you fairly truss'd up, if I live.

'Ounds, who are you, Sir? and what makes you sauntering here, at this Time of Night? You are a Rogue, Sirrah, and I'll secure you.—Watch, Watch, Watch.

That Pretence shan't save your Bacon, you old Villain you. Watch, Watch.

What's the matter here? Ha! Doctor Demur? You are not hurt, I hope!

Doctor Demur! Who the Devil's he? a Patch of the Law? or a Carcass mender? I expected a Botcher of another kind.—

No, not hurt, Sir John; but I was like to have had a Brace of Balls in my Guts.

Who call'd Watch?

I did, Sir; Here's a Rogue attack'd me on the King's Highway, with a Design to Rob, and Mur­der me, I suppose.

I did, Sir; This strapping young Dog dis­arm'd me, with Intention to enter my House Vi & Armis; plunder, and abuse me—

Your House! Where do you live, Sir?

What's that to you, Sir?—A Constable may Cuckold an Alderman. I don't desire any of you Night-walking Sparks shou'd know my House.

A plain Case, a plain Case! he's asham'd of his Habitation; away with him.

Ay, ay, Mr. Constable, he's a Rogue! This is a worthy Gentleman, a Doctor of the Laws.

Yes, Yes, Sir; I know Doctor Demur to be as honest a Man, as any in the whole Temple, and ruins as few, I believe. We'll Secure him, Sir.

Do; I'll have him Examin'd before a Justice of the Peace in the Morning.

The Devil! This is a Trick to get me out of the way; and whilst I'm detain'd by these Scoun­drels, that Dog of a Fryar will lie at Rack and [Page 94] Manger with my Wife. Pray hear me, Mr. Con­stable.

Yes, yes, Sir, you shall be heard, before you go to Newgate.— You're a fine old Duke, to come to the Gallows at these Years. Come, bring him along.

Sir, I say I'll go before a Justice to Night, and will have my Wife with me too. Zounds, I cou'd tear my Flesh.—Oh! Tim! Tim! that ever thou shou'dst Marry?

This shou'd be Fainwell's Uncle, by his talking of his Wife; and certainly mistook you for one of her Gallants.

Odso! I have heard Fainwell speak of him. If it shou'd be him, we shall have good Diversion. Where are you going, Sir John?

I am sent for by my Brother Ned; who, I am told, lies dangerously Ill at the Widow Head­less's.

'Tis thither I'm going; I am glad I met you: I hope it is for your Advantage.—I'll follow you, Sir.

Haste shou'd excuse Ceremony, Doctor.

Come, come, bring them along to the Round-House.

Whither, cruel Man, must I be haul'd out of my Bed at this unseasonable Hour?

Only to the Watch-house, Madam.

To the Watch-house! to the Devil, Sir! I'm a Gentleman, and won't be abus'd. Carry me before a Justice instantly.

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What's the matter here?

Oh! Sir Philip! Here, here's a Justice of Peace for you. This old Man, Sir! assaulted Doctor Demur.

You lye, Sir! he assaulted me, Mr. Justice—

Hold, hold, Sir; I can't hear you in the Street. My Cousin Headless lives at next Door, carry your Prisoners thither, Constable; you know the House, I suppose.

Yes, yes, very well, Sir. Come, come, bring 'em along.

SCENE the Inside of Mrs. Headless's House.

Ha! not Poison'd!

You're in no Danger, I assure you, Brother; it was only your Surprize disorder'd you.

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Give me leave to tell you, Brother, the Dis­order I find my self in, cannot proceed from Surprize alone.

Something there was; but far from be­ing fatal; The Doctor assur'd me, it wou'd have no other Effect than making you a little Sick for the present.—

And I assure you, Sir, that I am not to be Trick'd, Sir.

Cancel the Deed this mo­ment, or—

That, and my Life shall go together.

Ah!

Murder! Murder!

Ha! Murder! I Charge you in the King's Name to keep the Peace, Mr. Constable. — What do I see! Mr. Freeman and the mad Knight!— What, wou'd you murder your Brother, Sir. Secure him, Constable. —I have been looking for you, Mr. Freeman, all the Town over.— D'ye hear, Step to my House, and bid my Daughter come to me this Minute.

Hark-ye, Mr. Freeman; was not there something to be done at my House to Night?

I thought so, Sir; but was unluckily pre­vented.—

This is the Rogue, that took me up, Mr. Justice.

Did not you bid me Stand, Sir? and did not I disarm you of that Blunderbuss in the Con­stable's Hand, you old Thief, you?

Thief! I scorn your Words, Sir; I was up­on my Guard.—

Guard of what, Sir?

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Why, a Breach that's made in my Citadel here.

Ha, ha, ha! By whom, pray?

Ask her that; she can tell you.

Yes, Sir, my Lady can tell you, what me­lancholy Days, and wretched Nights —

I'll wretched Night you, Hussey!

Hold, Sir; do you consider where you are?

Yes, and what I am too.

And what may that be, I pray?

A Cuckold, Sir —

If you are sure of that — Why— the Law is open, Sir.

Ay! so open! that it has swallow'd both Justice and Conscience; and yet is as Hollow as ever.

Ha, ha, ha; But how came you arm'd? and to insult this honest Gentleman?

Have a care what you say, Sir; he'll bring his Action against you for Scandal — But I took him for just such another honest Gentleman; a Bot­cher of Consciences. One that has a better Knack at making Sin, than forgiving it.— My Wife knows what I say to be true; and my Intention was to have sent a Brace of Balls Hue-and-Cry thro' his Body, in Pursuit of his Continency.

Oh Lord! Oh Lord! Murder a Man for ly­ing with your Wife! — Why, you shou'd take the Law of him.

That the Lawyers might murder my Estate; No, I thank you; I'm for the shortest way; I'd ra­ther hang at Tyburn, than in one of your Courts.—

Have you Witness of what you say, my Dear?

Yes, your self, my dear Devil —

I deny it; Produce your Evidence!

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Oh Impudence! Sir, Pray give her her Oath, and send her to the Devil at once—Did not you tell your Ghostly Father, Mistress, That a Fryar en­joy'd you every Night? deny that, if you can! Nay, and even when I was in Bed with you too! And that ev'ry Door in the House open'd as soon as he ap­proach'd it! for which you believ'd him a Conjurer? A Pox on the Wizard, and the Circle too, I say— Now, Gentlewoman, can you safely take your Oath this was not your Confession?

I can safely take my Oath, I go in dan­ger of my Life with you.

No, no, 'tis I go in Danger of my Life, Mistress.

That shall be try'd; for know, Sir, I can bear these base Insults no longer—I must not go abroad—Not so much as to Church; nor see any Company at Home; Not a Relation in Breeches; and whenever you take a Whim in your Head to go Abroad, I must not lie in my Bed, tho' you have the Key of the Door in your Pocket. Nay, in short, I must not Sleep, lest I shou'd Cuckold you in a Dream.

Ha, ha, ha.

A Woman may be made a Fool on, if she will; but you shall find, Mr. Watchit, I have Friends, that won't see me abus'd. Lucy, call me a Chair—I'll clear my self, I warrant you.

Hussey, Stir if you dare.

No, Madam, you shall clear your self here, if you can.

I wou'd advise you, Sir, to agree with your Lady.— Mr. Constable, you may leave your Prisoners with me.

This is a Cause for the Civil Court.

I have something to offer under the Cog­nizance of Common Law; Have not we an Act against Priests, that belong to no Ambassadors?

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Yes, Madam, it's Death for such to live in England; and it's pity that Act is not put in Exe­cution.

Then, I here deliver up this Gentleman to you, Sir.

What, do you mean to Hang me for a Priest, Mistress? Am I a Priest?

So you pretended, when you took my Confession; Cou'd you imagine, I did not know you? Yes, and resolv'd to fit you for your Jealousy. And now this good Company shall judge, if I don't Bed ev'ry Night with a Fryar; and pray you, Snub, what Door in our House keeps shut, when you ap­proach, and bid it open?

Ha, ha, ha! You are Bit, old Gentleman.— I suppose you'll ask my Pardon now, Sir? Ha, ha.

The Devil sneer you.—How have I ex­pos'd my self! Ah! Tim! Tim! Thou art but a Fool of a Wise Man!

Oh! Cousin Headless! you'll forgive my taking up your House here.—

My Servants told me the Reason.—You are Welcome, Sir Philip. I hate the sight of him; but it's no Time to tell him so now.—Well! I have made no ill Bargain. If this Spouse of mine shou'd never return, this Writing intitles me to all his Estate in Jamaica.— If he lives to come back— I shall be a Woman of Quality; and our Laws make farther Provision for me, if he dies. I wish all Widows were as Wise as my self. Cousin Olivia, Your Servant.

How go Matters here? Dear Cousin, inform me.

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As you wou'd have 'em, I believe; for the Parson was sent for; and, methinks, one may read Ma­trimony in Mr. Freeman's Face already.

Ho! Are you come.

Did you send for me, Sir?

Ay, ay, come hither, Child.—Mr. Free­man, we had as good make an End of the Business now; and this good Company will make up a Coun­try Dance—Here's my Girl. Cousin Headless will send for a Parson.

Oh miserable! What do I hear?

The Business will soon be done.

My Business is done, Sir.

But not with my Daughter, Sir—Come, hang Thinking; send home the Dutch-Woman. They are heavy dull Jades! Here's a Girl of the true old English Breed, that will make you as merry as a Cricket, when the Parson has said Grace, Boy.

I tell you, Sir Philip, I have more Occasion for the Hangman's Halter, than the Marriage Noose.

What! before you are Married? Pish, Pish! that's impossible — But were there not certain Articles to be perform'd on your part to Day?

I thought so Yesterday, Sir.

Yesterday, Sir! Zounds! What do you mean, Sir?

Why, in short, Sir, This Lady has stept in between my Brother Ned, and your Daugh­ter, and supply'd her Place; that's all, Sir.

O Bless'd Sound!

Ha, ha, ha! What, have you another Play to Act, Sir John?

No, Faith, Sir Philip, the Play is ended; and, with your leave, this Lady and I will speak the Epilogue.

Stark Mad, by Jupiter! Hold, hold, hold, Sir; this Lady do's not understand Epilogues, [Page 101] nor Prologues neither

Do you think I am to be fool'd, Mr. Freeman?

No, Sir; But I think you must look out sharp for another Son-in-Law, Sir Philip; for I am on the Right-side the Hedge, now—We are Married, Sir.

Indeed! Is she in Earnest, Mr. Free­man?

Yes, Faith, I can see no Jest in't; and I'll tell you another Secret; I have given my Brother every Foot of my Estate.—

Really!

Really, Sir Philip. I drew the Deed.

Why then it was the worst Deed he ever did in his Life: And, if it be true — I wish you Joy, Sir John.

To convince you, Sir, there's the Papers.

Humph—'Tis even so—I wish you Joy with your Dutch Vrow, Mr. Freeman— I do, Faith, Minheer.

My Lover Married! Nay, then I'm glad we were no better acquainted.

I wish you Joy, Madam.

It is not in the Power of Fortune to give me more. I hope, my Dear, you are pretty well again.

Humph! My Sickness will continue longer than she imagines.

You assure me, I'm in no Danger of leaving the World, Madam; I wish you cou'd tell me how to live in't.—

Oh! trust to Love, my Dear!

And Starve, my Dear!

How shall I be able to look my Wife in the Face again?

Methinks, Lucy, your Master seems to have an Air of true Penitence.

He does, indeed, look Penitential, Madam.

I've been considering you from Head to Foot, Sir John; and, upon my Soul, I think [Page 102] I never saw you look so well in all my Life: Tho', to say Truth, I always thought you a fine Gentleman.— 'Till he was Disinherited.

— Olivia, Come hi­ther, Child! Give me thy Hand; It was ever my Reso­lution, that thou shou'dst go with the Estate; and therefore, Sir John, since you've got one, e'en take t'other.

— There, now do your Endeavour to make me, within Ten Months, a Grand­father.—

On my Knees I thank you. This Present is more Welcome, than what my Brother gave me.

Return my Deed then; I did not give it you: You trick'd me out of it; Remember that, Brother.

Out of nothing, but my own, Brother; but half my Estate is at your Service. Your Gene­rosity to this Lady commands that.

Say you so, Sir? Then your Generosity shall command but half my Daughter's Portion; Mark that.

I Bar that Injustice; the Fortune's all his own; Nor do we need your kind Indulgence, Brother.—

No! — Egad, I'm glad to hear that!

Yours was the Plot that made my Freeman mine; and Heaven Rewards you for't, with your Estate; and puts it in my Pow'r to raise your Bro­ther above the Reach of Want. Know, then, My Father left me his only Heir, and Mistress of Forty Thousand Pounds.

Ha! Say'st thou?

I knew not where to find thee; but resolv'd to live Unmarried for thy Sake.— But, upon Sir John's Letter, hasten'd to prevent thy Breach of Faith. 'Tis done; forgive the Artifice, and all my Fortune's thine.

Forgive thee! What, Forty Thousand Pounds, and ask Forgiveness! One Quarter of the Money wou'd purchase a Pardon for all the Sins of thee, and thy Posterity! I affirm, no Woman can be Guilty of any Fault, that has Forty Thousand Pounds—But [Page 103] few of thy Sex can boast such Constancy. How shall I thank thee for this excessive Goodness?—Brother! Let me thank you too. Had I known your Inclina­tion for this Lady, you shou'd have had no Rival here.

And if he had not got the Estate again, he shou'd have had no Father here.

Come, come, 'tis all well, and the Man has his Mare again.—What are you musing on, Sir?

Prithee be chearful Man—Sup­pose you were a Cuckold, the Fault's not yours, nor your Wife's neither: No doubt but you was born when Mars and Venus were in Conjunction; and if so, who can withstand their Fate?

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha; But this Gentleman is in no Dan­ger—Come, come, Sir, take your Lady, and make much of her; give her her own Liberty; confide in her Honour, and that way secure her Vertue.

I'm glad the old Cuff does not know me again.

Let him cease to be Jealous, and when I give him real Cause, let him expose me.—What say you, Mumps? Shall I enjoy the Liberties of an English Wife?

An English Wife! that's a large Latitude, Pud? But I agree to it; Come, Buss, and Friends then!

So now;

Bless me! what do I see? my Rascal Drunk?

Ha, ha, ha, Jeffery in his Cups?

Ay! I'm resolv'd to be merry to Night, be­mess, Sir.—

O nilly wa, Let us be merry.

And drink the King's Health in racy Canary.

Ya hony Lee.—

I'll hony Lee you, Sirrah—

Hold, hold, my Dear; tho' I allow'd you to beat me, when you was my Mistress, the Case is alter'd now you are my Wife—

Wife!

I am no longer Jeffery! but your Lord and Master.—

Ruin'd past Redemption! Oh! oh! oh!

No, no, my Dear, I'll so Hug, Love, and Buss thee, that thou shalt own to Morrow Morning thy Money well laid out.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Stand off; I never can forgive you putting such a Trick upon me, Mr. VVorthy!

Mr. Fainwell, if you please, my Dear. You shall find me a Man of Honour. You know, it was part of our Agreement, you shou'd not be call'd Mrs. VVorthy.

Not VVorthy! Oh Heavens! then I have Married a down-right Scoundrel! Oh! undone, un­done; get out of my Sight. Oh! oh.

Get out of thy Sight! No, no, I'll get into thy Arms, my Girl; where I'll convince thee, that I'm a Gentleman, of a better Family than your Sham-Lord.

That he is, I assure you, Widow; for he is my Nephew.

A very odd Metamorphosis! You are an Excellent Actor, Sir.

Ev'ry Man in his Way, Sir.

Is your Vanity come to this! Faith, you have made but a blind Bargain of it, Cousin.

You had like to have couzen'd her into a blin­der Bargain—Hark-ye, Sir Philip, what was you to have had, if this Noble Lord of your Dubbing, had been in my Place?

What do you mean by asking that Que­stion, Sir? Do you think I was to be Brib'd?

So this honest Gentleman says, Sir; to the Tune of Three Thousand Pounds.—Is it not true, Tally?

To a Tittle, Sir—

Why, you, you, you impudent Son of a Whore; were not Seventeen enough for you?

Not if he had been what you represented him, Sir. But I have nothing to thank your Friend­ship for.

A Fig for your Reflections; nothing wou'd go down with your Vanity, but a Lord, for­sooth; and since no Lord of the King's making wou'd be troubled with you, I made one on purpose for you. Look-ye, 'tis my Opinion, ev'ry Man Cheats in his way—And he is only Honest, who is not discover'd.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

I believe, Sir, I have a Guinea of yours— It is too much, to take both your Money and your Mistress; there, Sir;

Now, Sir, I presume your Absence will be very agreeable to this Company.

With all my Heart, Sir.—And I am glad I'm come off so well.

Come, come, Madam, I think you have 'scap'd very well, considering all. You might have been un­done: The Prevention of which is owing to Mr. Fain­well. There's nothing in a Title—Believe me, there are more heavy Hearts in Coaches with Coronets be­hind 'em, than you'll find in the Hacks, take 'em as they run, from the Royal Palace to the Royal Exchange.

I'm of my Brother's Opinion, Madam; Mr. Fainwell bears the King's Commission; and tho' [Page 106] he is but a Subaltern, you have Fortune enough to buy him a Regiment; and a Colonel's Lady is as good as my Lord's.

Well, since it is no better; 'tis well it's no worse—But don't you think, Sir John, a Thou­sand Pounds, rightly plac'd, wou'd not get him Knight­ed?

Ha, ha, ha! We'll consider of that to Mor­row Morning.

I hope you'll forgive the Blows, I —

And promise never to return 'em too.

Nephew, I wish thee Joy with all my Heart.

I thank you, Uncle.

I'm so much indebted to you, that I love you now, methinks, in spight of Principle.

My Principle, dear Jack, is the same with thine. I did not think it prudent to contradict my Father; but no Man shall do more in Defence of his Country, or pay his Taxes more chearfully. Come to my Arms —

To my Heart.

Now every Man to his Mate; and let's have a Country Dance

Come, Mr. Watchit, take your Wife, and let me advise you, if she has any Faults, hide them from the Publick: