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A49877	The rambling justice, or, The jealous husbands with the humours of Sir John Twiford : as it is acted at the Theatre Royal / by John Leanerd.	Leanerd, John, fl. 1679.; Leanerd, John, fl. 1679. Rambling justice.; Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627. More dissemblers besides women.	1678 (1678)	Wing L797; ESTC R25134	47,897	76

THE Rambling Justice OR THE JEALOUS HUSBANDS With the Humours of Sir John Twiford As it is acted at the THEATRE ROYAL By IOHN LEANERD Licensed March 13. 1678. Roger L'Estrange LONDON Printed by E. F. for Thomas Orrell and Iames Vade at the Hand and Scepter and Cock and Sugar-Loafe near St. Dunstan's Church in Fleetstreet 1678. PROLOGUE spoken by Flora. WILL nothing take in these Ill-natur'd times Neither low Farce nor great Heroick Rhimes 'T is strange you should such Sectaries be grown Thus to allow no Doctrine but your Own And in the Pit as they in Pulpits rage Preach up Rebellion to undoe the Stage Like angry Fate you Damn without Controul Ruine your Own but not the Poets Soul If Wit should be the Substance of a Spark Why is your Talk so Dull your Sence so Dark Things much admir'd by Fops both great and small Are to be Drunk keep Miss and visit Ball But the great Essence Wit few have at all Wit does in Plays to some Gay Fops appear Like a New Mistress in their full Carear All Ayre and Charming till the Minute's past And then you kick her out with all your hast Tax'd with the Crime Damme she 's False you cry Another Lord keeps her as well as I. This makes the Trade of Miss and Poet Dull They care not how Debauch'd to please a Fool. But what 's all this to me I 've yet been true But 't was for want of Wit like some of you 'Sdeath who would be so singularly kind Toblige but One Faith they ' re not of my mind 'T is Wit in Women to accept of All The Knight the Squire but Gold in Generall The more they swarm the greater store comes in And 't will be pleasure then to pay for Sin But to be left in this unruly sort By you the Great Pretenders of the Court Would make a Saint a Mistress ne're so true Forget her Vows and prove as False as you Turning her House since you are grown so Fickle As we must ours into a Conventicle There 's no Redemption thank our daily Iars The Men are all resolv'd go to Wars The Women thus grown out of Favour too Must in Remotes begin and trade a new Then if you chance to have the least Desire And come though overchang'd with Love and Fire Perhaps wee 'l take your Guinnies and Retire Cheat you as n●w with a Dull Lenten Play And being Stock'd and Brisk sneak quite away Laugh at these Huffing Criticks of the Pit Who come in Droves to seize this Monster Wit The Actors Names Mr. Powell Sir Arthur Twilight A Lascivious old Knight Mr. Wilshire Sir Generall Amorous A Gentleman of a free Nature a Generall Lover Mr. Disney Contentious Surly Of a morose Jealous Humour Mr. Perrin Sir Geoffry Iolt A Country Justice fond of all Women Mr. Powre Iohn Twiford A Gentleman of no Fortune sometimes Lunatick Mr. Q. Spywell Sir Generalls Man Mr. Coysh Bramble An Old man Sir Arthurs Man Captain of the Gipsies and other Gipsies Men and Women A Drawer and two Sedan-men Women Mrs. Farlee Eudoria Wife to Sir Arthur Mrs. Merchant Petulant Easy Wife to Surly Mrs. Bates Emelta Daughters to Sir Arthur by a former Wife Mrs. Cook Flora SCENE LONDON Time Twenty four hours THE RAMBLING JUSTICE OR THE Jealous Husbands ACT the First SCENE London Enter as in discourse Arthur and Spywell Arth. URGE me no more I like it not Spyw. Take Reason with you Sir and let that guide your Passion Sir Amorous is too much a Gentleman to injure you i' th' least he is all Ayre all Freeness all Conversation Arth. Yes and all Love too that I have heard and fear I like his all Ayre all Freeness and all Conversation very well but I hate his all Love Sir I must beg your Masters pardon my house has no room for such all Loving Gentlemen Spyw. Then he is all Generosity all Honour and parts with his Money Plate and Jewells Arth. Ha! what said you there is he all Money too Spyw. Made up with Gold and Silver and values it as lightly Arth. Ha! does he so let him come in I love a Gentleman that is all Money with my Heart I do indeed Exit Spyw. I smell I smell a Design but let him work on I have two pair of Eyes and can as soon discover the Intrigues of love as the Youngest Hector of 'em all he hath Money and he hath Writings for Land two Excellent properties to come under an Aldermans Roof Bramble Enter Bramble Bramb Sir Arth. Bid your Mistriss 'las what did I say bid your Lady keep her Chamber let her not come so much as to the Window upon her Perill and yours for if I spy her though Ten score Yards distance from my new Lodger I 'le put you into the Bryers look to 't d' ye hear Ex. Bramble Enter Sir Generall and Spywell Sir Generall Amorous your Servant Methinks I hunger and thirst to doe you service you were to blame indeed you were not to make use of my poor House before Gen. I am happy in having so great a Blessing laid upon me to be under the Roof of such a worthy Friend Arth. You are pleas'd to Complement I know you are I could have done it once too but that time is past my dancing Dayes are done Gen. Yet you are Fresh and Gay Sir as the Morning and have the same Desires you had in Youth but where 's your Wife Methinks I long to see my Charming Landlady Arth. Pox on him does he begin so soon he has scarce breath'd since he came in and ask for her already Aside Alas Sir my Wife is gone to take the Ayre She and my Girles just now took Coach together Spyw. As we were coming in I saw her in her Balcone Arth. A Rogue Bramble ' Sounds in a Balcone Aside You are mistaken Sir indeed you are she went to Epsom yesterday Gen. Ha ha ha nay now I find you jeast come come Sir you are a merry man and I know Love to be jocost what say you shall I see Eudoria Arth. Not in her time of sickness she never permits any man to visit her then Sir she has such strange fits a kind of idle Frenzy Gen. I long to see her then for nothing in the world can more delight me than to see Beauty in as fit of madness oh how they Charm but is she often troubled Arth. Once a Month and then she looks so strangely Gen. 'Las poor Soul I fain would trespass Sir upon your Goodness but the arguments you give me are so many I dare not plead against ' em Laughing within Enter Bramble running Bramb Sir Sir Arth. The News with you Bramb My Lady Eudoria and your Daughter Emilia are in such a fit of Laughter that unless you come in to her assistance and turn the source of their prodigious Mirth I fear 't will overcome ' em Arth. My Wife Laughing out you lying Varlet Strikes him Bramb As

Sir for fear Sir Arthur should have heard me and then you know what follows but I stood still awhile and presently I might perceive Eudoria yawn and stir and rub her Eyes and then Gen. She spoke the kindest words oh let me hear ' em Bramb Not one indeed Sir and yet I know her mind as well as if I were in her Belly Gen. You said but now she did not speak a word Bramb But she gave certain Signs and that 's as good Gen. Can you conceive by Signs Bramb Yes very well Sir even from an Infant did you ne're know that I was the happiest Child in all our Country I was born of a Dumb woman Gen. How Bramb Stark Dumb Sir my Father had a Rare bargain of her a Rich penniworth there would have been but too much money given for her a Justice of Peace was about her but my Father being then Constable carried her before him Gen. What were the Signs she gave Bramb Many and good Sir Imprimis she first gap'd but that I guess'd was done for want of Air then she cast up her Eyes and wink'd as who should say bid Sir Amorous come at twilight then look'd upon her Watch and twice she nodded as who should say the hour will come that I shall make two Noddies of my Keepers Gen. A Third of thee is this your Mother Tongue my hopes are much the wiser for this Language there is no such Curse in Love as an Arrant Ass. Bramb O yes Sir yes an Arrant Whore's far worse Gen. Begone is this the good you do me his Love is wretched and most distrest that must make use of Fools Exit Bramb Fool to my Face from this and be beaten by the other that 's unreasonable I will be a Knave one day for this trick or it shall cost me a Fall though it be from a Gibbet I 'll be out of the Precincts of Fools if I live but two daies to an end I will turn Rascall presently the best sort of which are Gipseys for that is the high way to the daintiest Knave that ever Mothers son took journey to O those dear Gipseys they live the merriest Lives eat sweet stoln Hens pluck'd over Pales and Hedges by a Twitch They are never without a plump and lovely Goose or dainty Sow pig those things I saw with my own Eyes to day they call 'em Vanities and trifling Pilfries oh they are the Wittiest Thieves I 'll stay no longer but go and steal something presently and so bring my self acquainted with them Exit Bramble Enter Sir Generall Amorous Gen. Nothing I fear so much as in the time of my dull absence and the idle Frensie of my Messenger her Husband will come to know our Loves and by secret threats and promises regain her Affection there is the Mischief I have no Enemy like him and though his Policy dissemble me a welcome no mans hate can be greater than his to me Enter Spywell Spyw. Now is your only time t' enjoy the freedome Sir of Conversation After Eudoria parted to her Bed I watched the Jealous Husband and dog'd him from the Garden to her Chamber where when he found her he leapt for very Joy then wept and leap'd again at last he timerously strove to wake her which being done he fell upon his Knees and beg'd her to forgive him hung on her Neck and seem'd to be Transported Gen. How can this quench those Flames of Love I feel or help me to Enjoyment Spyw. No sooner was his Pardon sign'd with Kisses but from her sight he flung to seek you out that you might make it perfect Gen. All this but ushers Torment not Reliefe Spyw. He gone I entered towards the fair Eudoria and with such moving words as I could utter painted the Flame Sir of your vigorous Love she lent a gentle Ear to what I said and sighing bid you meet her in the Grove behind the Garden gate Gen. Oh Happiness Spyw. Where Mask'd Sir and disguis'd like a Town Gipsy she would attend your Pleasure Gen. O let me hug you close I could methinks squeeze you into my Soul the News you 've brought has made me all a Flame rais'd my desires to such a mighty pitch that as I 'm falling t'wards my Sea of pleasure I shall tast on the way all all the bliss of Life Enter Sir Arthur Arth. Sir Generall Amorous well met well met i'faith I vow I am glad to see you my Wife poor Amorous stands melancholy What angry man come come I know the reason I was a little Jealous Fack I was but it is off again nay now you are no true Friend what angry for a Continuando Gen. I am not Sir especially with you yet who can shun the Crosses of the World or help Arth. Help what Crosses I am the best at helping of Crosses of any man in Europe come tell me your Grievances you shall you shall Gen. Sir they are in my Power to tell but not in your Will t' effect Arth. Not in my Will t' effect by Eudoria's honesty but it shall be in my Will What is 't Gen. By my frequent disappointments and my many urgent occasions for mony I am at this time necessitated for a hundred pound Arth. Hum hum a hundred pound 't is a swindging summe indeed and out of my power not will to lend you however here 's a Ring a diamond Ring it is and will go near to pawn for fifty Guinneys take that before you have spent it all I shall be furnished doubt not Gen. Sir I accept your proffer and for your security the Deeds of all my Lands shall be delivered till then farewell Exit cum Spywell Arth. Shall be delivered ay but when I have done bravely now lent fifty pound upon a shall be delivered yet o' my conscience he is an honest Gentleman he has honesty and civility writ on his face he has indeed he is not like our whoring swearing Sparks of the times who make it their practice to dub Cuckolds and then out of civility be the Child's Godfather Enter Sir Jeoffrey Jolthead and Contentious Surly Geoff. Why now Mr. Surly we look like men methinks I could caper and leap and kiss and play and do every thing with a Lady oh this wine this wine is a very pleasant element Surly It is indeed Geoff. What Sir Arthur Twilight and how does my pretty little flearing Misses ha can they kiss smartly and turn up the lip ha Surly pulls him by the Coat Surly Pox of this Fool he will proclaim my shame to all the World Aside Geoff. Can they Boy can they Arth. They can do every thing belongs to the Sex no doubt Sir Geoffrey Geoff. I vow they are pretty Wags I love 'em dearly shall I see ' em Arth. Yes when you please Sir Geoffrey Mr. Surly you look clouded pox of sorrow I say it is enough for superannuated Cuckolds to be melancholy not such as you and I we are free from

do not but I know some of your London Justices do it is a kind of pleasure to 'em and I dare say saves 'em many a crown in the year Emel Oh now I love you strangely could you but I dare not speak before my Sister Could you love me Sir Geoff. Beyond the world why I could eat you Madam Emel What and keep me like a Lady Geoff. Oh like a Countess you shall have all all that your heart desires and live so pleasantly Emel But would you never turn me off Geoff. Never never by this hand Emel Nor keep another Geoff. Sooner a Devil believe me Madam This is the yieldingest little Female I ever saw Aside Emel I 'm loth to try you though you men are so deceitfull Geoff. Courtiers and Shopkeepers I grant you they seldome or never keep their words but we Countrymen are as true as steel Emel How shall we come together Geoff. How as man and woman should Emel But by what means Geoff. Ay by what means I think some disguise Emel You 've thought upon it habit your self like a Quaker and come at twelve this night you 'l see a candle in my window hem twice and I 'll come down and let you in the habit 's grave and will keep off suspicion Geoff. It will indeed oh let me kiss your hand Emel Anon you shall enough farewell You shall be Miss'd Sir Geoffry or I 'll lose my aim Exit Emelia Geoff. Was ever Country Magistrate so fortunate sure never I am an Adonis that 's certain Flor. My Sister and you have had a long discourse Sir Geoff. Something we did talk of but not much This Chicken has a mind to be doing too I find it Aside Alas she is all anger and looks upon me as the Devil look'd over Lincoln Flor. I should have been kinder had you made your addresses to me but her Charms are so great so many and so powerfull it was not in the power of man to stand against ' em Geoff. Your Sister is so so but i'faith you have twenty beauties to one of hers methinks your Eyes are but 't is no matter I dare not look upon 'em if you prove hard hearted like your Sister Flor. Try me Sir I hope you 'l find me other wise Geoff. Then a woman I would not for 't is their glory to frown on all but could I be so happy to gain a place within you soft affection how would I strive to make me worthy of you Flor. You are already heigh ho Sighs Geoff. Come sigh no more I find you love me dearly Flor. But will you not betray me tell my Sister and lay me open to her Scorn and Laughter Geoff. Not I by Heav'n Pox I 'll be hang'd and damn'd first Flor. Nor forsake me Geoff. Never Flor. Give me your hand I am yours then to morrow I will pretend a sickness and send for you as a most learn'd Physitian but be secret Geoff. As a Physitian ought I 'll warrant you Flor. That done but tell no body Geoff. Pox take me if I do Flor. And the Room clear'd but be silent as you respect my Honour Geoff. Fear not I have more respect to a Ladies honour than so Flor. I 'll leave the rest to you you are wise enough to manage Love affairs Farewell Ex. Flora. Geoff. If I fail may I never have such fair Assignations again a Quaker and a Doctor two excellent disguises to get Maiden-heads in I am Ravish'd that 's certain a Quaker and a Doctor oh excellent Ex. Geoffry Jolthead Enter Eudoria reading a Letter Eud. Th' Excuse is fair and sounds like reall Truth but what he prompts me to 's so full of dangerous hazards I fear to undertake it Wait in the Garden Mask'd Reads and in your Night-gown and there expect th' event What should it mean What Plot 's in action now Why should I ask that question or doubt the firmness of it when Love is chief Conductor I will venture it attend the hour and wish to see th' Event Love cannot injure Love nor dare it think on any cruell thought or if it dare I will be arm'd against it Ex. Eudoria Enter as in discourse Sir Arthur Twilight and Sir Generall Amorous Arth. Contentious Surlys Wife Gen. The same Sir Arth. In my Garden Gen. Yes Sir for Love has made her look for such a shift to free her from his Tyrannous Jealousy and I chose this course before any other not only to make us sport but to reap my wish'd for Ends. Arth. A pretty and most pleasant project who would not strain a point of Neighbourhood for such a quaint device I 'll go fetch her presently Gen. How the Old villain joys in Villany Ex. Sir Arth. Enter Sir Arthur Arth. Sir Generall Sir Generall a rare Device Gen. What yet again what Strategem have you now Arth. The best that ever was I 'll fetch my Wife's Gown which you may put upon Petulant Easy that if he chance to meet her he may not have the least suspect but take her for Eudoria Gen. That I have done already and so disguis'd and mask'd she waits you in the Garden Arth. I 'll fetch her presently Lord Lord how it pleases me to think upon Contentious poor man ha ha ha I laugh to think how he will rave when he shall miss his Wife a Cuckold o law a Cuckold ha ha ha Ex. Laughing Gen. Now nothing sure can cross me this night I shall enjoy Eudoria and revell in the pleasures of her Love what will Sir Arthur say when he shall miss his Wife he can but vex or perhaps hang himself let him do either all 's one to me so I but enjoy his Wife Enter Arthur bringing in Eudoria in a Night-gown Mask'd Arth. I have her I fack Sir Generall I have poor soul how she shakes come come Madam fear nothing Sir Generall is a pleasant Wag he is indeed a very pleasant Wag and I dare say loves you with his heart truely he does Lord lord how she transports me I am in love with her too and methinks I could but let that alone let that alone Gen. Pardon me Madam the great desire I had to see you before I went from London made me so importunate Arth. You are not indeed you are not what importunate no no no Sir Generall loves to Complement he does indeed but come let 's goe I fack we must drink before we part Gen. Nay now the Rascall's troublesome Arth. Come Mr. Amorous what at a stand come follow me I 'll lead you to a Glass of the best Tent in London I will indeed a glass of that and half a dozen Eggs will make me as vigorous as a Lover of Eighteen it will indeed Exeunt Enter Emelia and Flora. Eme. Where is Sir Arthur Flor. Gone out but where I know not Eme. If he stay abroad but long enough 't is well Flor. Pray Sister what do you intend to doe with Sir Geoffry Emel What make