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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27334	The younger brother, or, The amorous jilt a comedy : acted at the Theatre Royal by His Majesty's servants / written by the late ingenious Mrs. A. Behn ; with some account of her life.	Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.; Gildon, Charles, 1665-1724.	1696 (1696)	Wing B1778; ESTC R4166	50,636	76

Are all your Merchants Apprentices thus Gay Geo. Not all But Sir I could not bow my mind to this so necessary Drudgery and yet however I assum'd my Native Temper when out o' th' Trading City in it I forc'd my Nature to a dull s●o●enly Gravity which well enough deceiv'd the busy Block-heads my Cloaths and Equipage I ledg'd at this End of the Town where I still pa●●'d for something better than I was when e're I Pleas'd to change the Trader for the Gentleman Prince And liv'd thus undiscover'd Geo. With Ease still Lov'd and Courted by the Great ever Play'd high with those durst venture most and durst make Love where're my fancy lik'd but sometimes running out my Masters Cash which was supply'd still by my Father they sent me to Reform my Expensive Life a Factor into ●rance still I Essay'd to be a Plodding Thriver but found my Parts not form'd for Dirty business Prince There 's not a Thought an Action of thy Soul that does not tend to something far more Glorious Geo. If yet you think me worthy of your Favour command that Life you have so oft preserv'd Prince No more Thou hast encreast my Value for thee Oh! take my Heart and see how 't has been us'd by a Fair Charmer since I saw thee last that sullen day we Parted you for England you may remember I design'd for Flanders Geo. I do with Malancholly Sir remember it Prince Arriv'd at Ghent I went to see an English Nun Initiated where I beheld the pretty Innocent deliver'd up a Victim to Foolish Chastity but among the Relation then attending the Sacrifice was a Fair Sister of the Young Votress but so surpassing all I 'd seen before that I neglecting the Dull Holy Business Pay'd my Devotion to that Kneeling Saint Geo. That was the nearest way to Heaven my Lord. Prince Her Face that had a thousand Charms of Youth was height'n'd with an Air of Languishment a lovely Sorrow dwelt upon her Eyes that Taught my New born-Passion Awe and Reverence Geo. This Description of her Fires me aside Prince Her Dimpl'd Mouth her Neck her Hand her Hair a Majesty and Grace in every Motion compleated my Undoing I rav'd I burnt I languish'd with desire the Holy Place cou'd scarce contain my madness with Pain with Torture I restrain'd my Passion when she retir'd ●ed sadly from the Alter I mixing with the Crowd enquir'd her Name and Count●y her Servant told me that she was of Quality and liv'd in England nay in this very Town this gave me Anguish not to be con●●●d till I resolv'd to follow her which is the cause you find me here so soon● thy Aid thy Aid Lejere or I am lost Geo. I wish to live no longer then to serve your Highness if she be Sir 〈◊〉 Maid of Quality I shall soon find her out and then you 'l easily Conquer You 've all the Youth and Beauty that can Charm and what gains most ●pon a womans heart you 've powerful Title Sir a sort of Philter that ●r sails to win But you 've not told me yet the Ladies name Prince I had forgot that 'T is in these Tablets write I 'm now in hast going to receive same Bills I Gives him the Tablets ●odg at Wilborns who came over with me being sent for to be Marry'd Geo. I know the House 't is in Southampton-S●●tare I 'll wait upon your ●●●●se Exit Prince Geo Let me see Daughter to a Dece●●'d Lord a Maid Opening the tablets reads and no Dowry but Beauty Living in L●●●lns-Inn-Fields Ha● her Name Mirtilla Mirtilla Pauses Prince thou hast paid thy self for all the Favours done me Mirtilla Pauses Why yes Mirtilla He takes but what she has given away already Oh! Damn her she has broke her Faith her Vows and is no longer mine And thou' rt my Friend Pauses again Mirtilla's but my Mistriss and has taken all the Repose of my poor Life away Yes let him take her I 'll reisign her to him and therefore shut my Eyes against her Charms Fix her inconstancy about my Heart and scorn whatever she can give me Exit SCENE II. A Chamber Enter Sir Morgan Blunder in a Night-Gown and Cap to him Manage with a Candle Man Your Lady mother has sent you a Candle Sir Sir Morg. Good Mrs. Manage remember my kind Love to my Lady mother and tell her I thank her for her Posset but never eat in a morning after hard drinking over night Man Ah Sir but now you 're marry'd to a fine Lady you ought to make much of your self Sir Mor. Good Madam as little of your Matrimony as of your Candle my stomach is plaguy squemish and a hair of the Old Dog 's worth both of ' em Oh! sick sick Enter Sir Merlin singing a Song in braise of a Rake hell's Life A Song The Town-Rake Written by Mr. Motteux I. WHat Life can compare with the Jolly Town-Rake's When in Youth his full Swing of all pleasure he takes At Noon be get up for a Whet and to dine And wings the d●ll hours with Mirth Musick and Wine Then Jogs to the Play-house and chats with the Masks And thence to The Rose where he takes his Three Flasks There great as a Caesar he revels when drunk And scours all he meets as he reels to his Punk Then finds the dear Girl in his Arms when he wakes What Life can compare with tue folly Town-Rake's II. He like the Great Turk has his Favourite She But the Town 's his Seraglio and still he lives free Sometimes she 's a Lady but as he must range Black Betty or Oyster-Doll serves for a Change As he varies his Sports his whole Life is a Feast He thinks him that 's soberest the most like a Beast At Houses of Pleasure breaks Windows and Doors Kicks Bullies and Cullies then lies with their Whores Rare work for the Surgeon and Midwife he makes What Life can compare with the Jolly Town-Rake's III. Thus in Covent-Garden he makes his Campaign And no Coffee-house haunts but to settle his Brain He laughs at dry Morals and never does think Vnless 't is to get the best Wenches and Drink He dwells in a Tavern and lies ev'ry where And improving his hours lives an Age in a Year For as Life is uncertain he loves to make haste And thus he lives longest because he lives fast Then a Leap in the Dark to the Devil he takes What Death can compare with the Jolly Town-Rake's Sir Mer. Why how now Sir Morgan I see you 'l make a Husband of the Right Town Mode What married but four days and at your separate Appartment already Sir Morg. A Plague of your what de call ums Sir Merl. Rakhells you would say Cousin an honourable Appellation for men of Bravery Sir Morg. Ay ay your Rakehells I was never so mudl'd with Treason Tierce Claret Oaths and Dice all the Days of my Life Was I in case to do Family duty S'life you drank down all

young ha●dsom Sir where are you Calls Olivia Geo. Do you hear that Sir Man Oh are you here Runs against Olivia Oliv. Slife 't is Manage how shall I escape Aside Man Come Sir my Lady Mirtilla has dismist her troublesom Lovers for your more agreeable Company Geo. Do hear that Sir Man Come softly on Sir and follow me Oliv. I 'm all Obedience She cannot Ravish me and that 's a Comfort Aside going out Prince Oh Lejere can this be possible Can there be such a Woman Geo. Follow him Sir and see Prince See what Be witness of her Infamy Hell Hell and all the Fires of Lust possess her when she 's so old and lewd all Mankind shun her I ll be a Coward in my own di●e Revenge and use no manly Mercy But oh I faint I faint with Rage and Love which like two meeting Tydes swell into Storms Bear me a minute to my Couch within Geo. What have I done now I repent my Rashness Scene draws off discovers Mirtilla at her Toylet drest Enter Manage leading Olivia in as Endymion who falls at Mirtilla 's feet whilst she 's there sings a Song she takes him up Mir. Rise When Lovers are alone they pardon Ceremony I sent for you to end the Night with me say how shall we imploy it Oliv. I 'll sigh and gaze upon your lovely Face Mir. Nothing but sigh and gaze we shall grow dull Oliv. I 'll tell you Tales of Love and sing you Songs Mir. Thy Voice 't is true can charm a thousand ways but Lovers time their Joys these for the Day those for the lovely Night And when they would be silently in love have Musick of soft Sighs and gentler Whispers Oliv. Oh Love inspires all this What shall I do Aside Mir. Nay think not because I sent for you alone while Night and Silence favour Lovers Stealths to take advantage of my yielding Heart Oliv. I wou'd to Heaven she were in earnest now A Noise Enter Manage Man Oh hide your Favourite Madam do you hear Mir. A jealous Lover only comes in such a Storm Dear to my Heart whose safety is my Life Submit to be conceal'd but where Oh heavens he comes 'T is for you I fear They search for a place Man He comes Mir. Here let my Train secure you Till now I never found the right Use of long Trains and Farthingals She kneels Man puts her Train over Olivia Enter Prince and George at the Door Geo. 'Sdeath you have made these Pauses and Alarms to give her time to Jilt you Prince Pray heaven she do I 'd not be undeceiv'd for all the Sun surveys Enter● Mir. My Lord the Prince now you are kind indeed Go●s and embrace him hah what means this Unc●●cern Prince I thoug●t 〈◊〉 left you sick extreamly sick Mir. And are you●g lov'd to find my Health return Prince No wondrous glad of it You 're mighty Gay Mirtilla much in Glory Mir. Can he who lays his Fortune at my Feet think me too glorious for his Arms and Eyes Geo. Fifty to one the Gyps● ji●s him yet Aside Prince Pray heaven she lyes but handsomly Aside for mine Mirtilla Ha ha Mir. Am I not yours You cannot doubt my Vows Geo. She 'll do 't and make me love her anew for her rare dexterity at dissembling Prince I left you wearied going to your Bed but find you at your Toylet gayly drest● is if some Conquest you design'd e'er morning Mir. Ma●●●● Sir from the Fire secur'd these Trifles and I was trying several Dresse●on that this slight Beauty that you say has charm'd you might when yo● s●● it next compleat the Conquest Geo. And that thou wilt if Flattery can do 't Prince Now were she guilty as I am sure she is not this softness would undo me and appease me Mir. You seem as if you doubted what I say This while Oliv. gets off uns●en By all the Powers Prince H●●d I scorn to need an Oath to six my Faith Oh! thou art all Divine and canst not err Embraces her Curs'd be the Tongue that da●es profane thy Vertue and curs'd the listning Fool that dares believe it Geo. What a poor wretched baflled thing is Man by feebler Woman aw'd and made a Coxcomb Mir. Durst any one traduce my Vertue Sir and is it possible that you could hear it Then perish all the Beauties you have flatter'd Tears her Head-things Prince Come to my Arms thou Charmer of my Soul and if one spark of Jealousie remain one of those precious Tears shall quench the C●ime Oh come and let me lead thee to thy Bed and breathe new Vows into thy panting Bosom Leads her off she looks back on Geo and smiles Geo. Now all the Plagues of injur'd Lovers wreck thee 'Sdeath where has she hid Olivia or how am I deceiv'd 'T is Day and with it new Invention rise to damn this Woman to the sin of Shame Break all the Chains that hold the Princely Youth and sink her with her fancy'd Pow'r and Vanity Exit Scene changes to Lady Youthly ' s. Enter Sir Rowland half drest Lady Blunder in an Undress Lady Youthly in her morning-dress Teresia and Mr. Twang Sir Row Morrow my Lady Youthly and thank you for my Nights Lodging You are as early up as if it had been your Wedding-day L. You. Truly Sir Rowland that I intend Sir Row But where 's the Bridegroom Madam Enter Roger. how now Roger what no news yet of George R●g Alas none Sir none till the Rubbish be removed Sir Row Rubbish What what is George become the Rubbish of the World then Weeps Twang Why Man is but dust as a man may say Sir L. Blun. But are you sure Roger my Jewel my Sir Moggy escap'd Rog. The Watch drew him out of the Cellar-window Madam L. You. How Mr. Twang the Young Gentleman burnt Oh falls in a Chair Tire Alas my Grandmother faints with your ill News Good Sir Rowland comfort her and dry your Eyes Sir Row Burnt Madam No no only the House fell on him or so Feigns Chearfulness and speaks to Lady Youthly La. You. How the House fell on him Oh! Sir Row Ah Madam that 's all why the young Rogue has a Back like an Elephant 't will bear a Castle Madam La. You. Alas good Man What a Mercy 't is Mr. Twang to have a Back like an Elephant La. Blun. Of what wonderful Use it is upon Occasion Sir Row Ay but but I shall never see him more Back nor Breast Weeps Twang Good Sir discomfort not my Lady Consider man 's a flower Sir Row Ay but George was such a Flower He was Mr. Twang he was the very Pink of Prentices Ah! what a rare Rampant Lord Mayor he wou'd have made And what a Swinging Sheriff Cries Tere. What cry so near your Wedding-day Sir Rowland Sir Row Well if he be gone Peace be with him and ' Ifaks Sweet-heart we 'll Marry and beget new Sons and Daughters but but I shall ne'er beget