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The villain a tragedy / written by T. Porter, Esq.
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Porter, T. (Thomas), 1636-1680.
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1663
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Wing P2995; ESTC R12291
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his steps How diligent he is to my undoing I have ben all this night as watchfull too As hee though from a different cause For mine was malice and a jealous hate That tenterhookt my Eye-lid's when as sleep Did poize 'em down Curse be the Guards that let him forth At that dead time of night Some trick might else have stay'd his journey And may be her's from comming hither I shall grow mad to see this Beard-less boy Out-rival mee in what I most esteem Oh Bell-mont too cruel and too fair But yet I will not fall alone That minute Malignii thy hopes shall leave thee Resolve all bliss and comfort shall leave her Unless thy wits with hope shall take their flight For I am not that curious Coxcomb Lover That suffers patiently and will admit He not deserves when she does think unfit They that can make me suffer without pitty Deserve inflictions from my brains requital I have it or if that fail Boutefeu's an Engine I can set a-work A blunt conceited fool And for his temper I 'l mannage him no Chymist with more Art And when I please his worship flies in Fumo But first I 'l to my Colonel to move All sails is best to catch at sleeting Love Exit Enter D'orvile Charlotte D'orv. You know I never did refuse you ought Was fitting you should ask or I should grant Nor am I such a lealous fool Charlotte To doubt the strength of your fair Education But as it is your duty to obey So it is mine to tell you freely now Wherein and how I do expect it from you You know what Guest arrived here last night Whose father was the maker of my fortune He 's young and has a prefence too too fair To trust a Courtship without timely counsel I know his aims at you Charl. 'T is more than yet I am acquainted with Do you not mean Brisac D'orv. No no you know I don 't Or are you ignorant of visits that concern you 'T is Clairmont the young brave General Arriv'd here when we were all a-bed Charl. Truly I did not know so much D'orv. Nor had you no suspition of his coming Charl. Why do you ask me Sir Do you suspect secret intelligence Twixt him and me I hope my Honor 's fair In your belief else truly I am wrong'd D'orv. It is my dearest Giâ—l Nor is it an opinion of thy weakness That draws this counsel from me But tender care my love does owe thy youth And as a father I do owe my child Charl. Proceed dear Sir And from the expect a full obedience D'orv. Know then Charlotte a Maid with beauty stor'd Ought to be Mistris of much care and wit Not to esteem the Treasure of a face Or body more than of a fairer mind I counsel no neglect of them but still With equal labour strive to gain the Prize Of Beauty's Lawrel and of being wise Or else your sob'rest Looks will still provoke And what you meant for Chast be constru'd Love Till you have got repute of all the world That you are virtuous as they think you fair Then like a Beauteous Field of Corn you 'l show Which none may reap though all admire and wish Till the right Owner calls this Harvest home Nor Love consents that Beauty's Field lie waste Weed out all Vice and plant fair Virtue there Of all be warie of an easie Faith A root that quite destroys a Virtuous mind The bitter seed is Candy'd with sweet words Which when the Sugar's melted all away Does shoot up into infamy and ruine For though that Nature made you to be won Yield not till by a fair approach your ta'n D' ye understand me what I mean by this Charl. I shall do Sir by that time you have ended D'orv. In short I 'd have you know In fewer words without all Parables I am not ignorant why Clairmont comes hither And though he does pretend a weariness Of business and the crowding of a Court 'T is to see you he comes and so he 'l tell you Thus far I know but whether ill or well He means in his addresses you 'l best learn In fine your Honor now which still is mine Depends upon upon the trial of your virtue And if your beauty could attract his eyes Your virtue try'd will tie 'em constant to you Charl. All these have been the Lessons of my Mother And I may hope that I am perfect in ' em D'orv. I hope so too Charlotte and so I leave you For I do hear Clairmont's already up Exit D'orv. Charl. What wondrous pains our Parents seem to take Who though they gave us Natures cannot frame What they themselves have made obedient to them I thank mâ— Stars mine is not so deprav'd That I need blush the owning of its passions But why my Soul Image of Heavenly Good Should stoop to Earth and hâ—arken to the World And the base Cries of worldly interest None but a father's care can reason give For I 'm too young and innocent to know Trichs of dissembling and forc'd piety Clairmont's a worthy man I must confess And one whose Love were too much honor for me Nor could I just exceptions ever find Against his person yet to speak the truth I never yet could find my self inclin'd To love his Person or his glorious Mind Esteem as much as ever I could give He still receiv'd from me as reverence due But whither art thou fled my innocence I grow too knowing can distinctions make Beyond my Lessons 'twixt Esteem and Love Do know their different Concords on the mind And can distinguish either's harmony For shame Charlotte be silent in thy fault Ha! I hope I have committed none as yet Nor do I think I ever shall I love 't is true but thousand Deaths I 'l die Ere I betray my frailty to the Man He ne'r shall brâ—g one look hath conquer'd me For though my Love be Virtuous yet so soon To be o're-come will argue Easiness Alas why should it though must it be time Should conquer more than sympathy of mind Great god of Love pitty a Virgins fate And if I must be wounded by thy hand Spare not the Instrument that caus'd my harm If he be wounded too I shall not mourn Lord how I talk but Womens hearts oppress'd Will breathe their secrets to the careless Air Rather than silence keep Great god of Love Once more I beg that thou my Patron prove Exit Enter Collignii Cortaux Coll. O Lord Sir d' yee think I know not what I do Cort. Before heaven I 'l break thy head If thou but attempt it Colig That 's a good one i'faith I know you do but try my Civility And whether I can be peremptory in good manners In fine I am resolute and so much for that Cort. Well and so much for that too Beats him Colig Nay now I am resolv'd Nor shall thy Fate O Rome Cor. Will ye will ye Sirrha Curse on thy folly it will be
Indeed I never mean it What shall we talk of for I do believe That all the world to us is so indifferent We shall like no discourse but of our selves Bell. I fear so too But I have a Brother that I must love 〈◊〉 he deserves it from me Char. Heigh I have a Father too but these are Kindred Bellm. 'T is true but come I 'l trust ye with a story Charl. You will oblige me Besides I 'l promise secreâ—ie And if in ought I ever can but serve you I shall esteem my self most happy Bell. That you shall judge when you have heard me out There is a man that 's near related to me That loves the fairest Virgin in the world His love began with the first sight of her But has been seldom blest with that fair sight And knowing too that he can ne'r deserve her Loves much hopes little and dare never own't Char. Alas I pitty him Bell. I wish you dâ—d Char. Why can you think that any thing near you Shall ever want my wishes for his good But pray ye on Why can he ne'r deserve her Bell. Not but their Qualities are very equal But she is fair and good above the common Char. Is he not virtuous too Bell. He is believ'd of all to be so Nor would I pitty him if I did doubt it But there be great opposers to his good Char. A brave good man needs never fear a Rival Bell. His modesty a sign where virtue dwells Perswades him still he is not good enough To be belov'd by the fair Charlotte Char. How prethee dear Sister leave me How seriously she kept her countenance None to abuse but your poor Servant thus Bell. Trust me I do not jest Charlotte And did you know but half so much as I You would afford much pitty if not Love Char. Who e'r it be h 'as found a cunning Orator And one 'bove all the world that has most power with me But give me leave to speak as freely to you And censure not my freedom as a guilt For I have such a great opinion of ye That I durst tell you all my Souls affections I do love nay love extremely And one that is nearly related to you One too that never yet did speak of Love Nor do I think he can mean any to me If it prove he I shall most gladly hear you If not then dear Bellmont I 'l beg You ne'r will speak to move my just refusal For I can never love another man Bell. 'T is poor Brisac may he e'r hope for mercy Char. Pray hear me for I do resolve To be most free and open with ye You are o'th'Sex and equally concern'd To keep all things within the sacred Rule Of Friendship and of Maiden-modesty You know it were unfit that men should know When we are easily conquer'd Bell. Leave that to my discretion But tell me first is it Brisac Char. It is O ' t is But may I take your word that he loves me Bell. You may nay do not hide your face D' ye think I 'l vent the freeness of your talk You shall see how discreetly I 'l manage him For though he be my Brother Yet you 're a Woman and my dearest friend Char. Use me with care as e'r you hope for good And construe not too hard my confess'd weakness Remember 't was your Brother conquer'd me Bell. Your freeness speaks how innocent you are Far more than all tricks of a forc'd dissembling Char. I hope you will believe so pray Sister do Bell. Come come indeed I will Char. Lord how shall I look would I had not told you Bell. Nay why so you are unkind in this He shall not know how much you have confess'd And yet I 'l give him hopes enough to court yee Exeunt Enter Malignii Luyson Mal. That 's my good Wench Thou know'st I ever lov'd thee Lu. What would you have me tell you 〈◊〉 I cannot nor I will not feign a Lie Mal. But 't is impossible thou should'st see nothing How wert thou wont to find them Lu. What ends have you in this I thought when you came so pâ—ivately It was to use some of your former sleights For the undoing of a harmless Maid O you 're a fine Gentleman and kept your word well with 〈◊〉 Mal. Trust me I love thee dearly Wench And that e'r long thou 'lt find too But things are not yet as they should be Lu. What things what should be O the disâ—embling of you men When yee have once had your ends Ye care not a pin for us VVomen Mal. Fie Luyson do not think so But prethee tell me VVench Did they never send thee away on sleevless errands Lu. Nor that I remember but I have often left them Alone together Mal. That 's my good Girl And did'st thou never find Letters Lu. Noâ— I indeed Sir why d' ye ask Mal. I have a reason for it VVhich much concerns thy good If thou canst possibly prethee geâ— thy Lady To walk here when 't is late to night When that the Bâ—ll is done for coolness Lu. I 'l do any thing you 'l have me But pray be not you the cause that 〈…〉 And remember what you so long have promis'd Mal. I will indeed Luyson this kiss and farewell Exeunt Luyson Malignii Enter Brisac Malignii Bris. I am glad I have met with you for I was alone have you seen Beaupres lately Malig. No Sir but I was seeking you Bris. Me Major VVhat 's thy business honest Malignii Malig. My duty first of wayting on you then a minde I had To talk in privat wi' yee bout a bus'ness Bris. Though I am much unfit for bus'ness now Yet thee I 'l hear â—t any time Malig. Pray Sir d' ye think I love you Bris. VVhy dost thou question it Indeed I do Malig. And do'nt you know 't hath been my chiefest care To mind what does concern you and your good Bris. I ever had but just opinion of you Malig. Certainly then a Looker on may see More at all games than those that are in play Bris. When they do understand the game they may Malig. Right Then freely let me tell you Sir you 'r wrong'd Bris. Wrong'd by whom T is base to do it so that I should miss the knowledge Malig. Those that daâ—e do injuries to friends Dare nere suspect that they should understand it Beaupres 's your friend he might have told you on 't Bris. By Heav'n I know he would assoon as you Did he but once suspect it Malig. Why Sir this heat to me I have never deserv'd it from you Bris. Pardon me Malignii But whâ—m you name my Friend And tax him with a want of care to me Iâ— troubles me Pray to the business for I know he know's it not Malig. Bâ—tter than any man Bris. Come you are mistaken I know him better If you once suspect his friendship to me I justly may suspect all what you say Malig. I ha' done Sir