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A36685	Sr Martin Mar-all, or, The feign'd innocence a comedy, as it was acted at His Highnesse the Duke of York's Theatre.	Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Molière, 1622-1673. Etourdi.; Newcastle, William Cavendish, Duke of, 1592-1676.; Quinault, Philippe, 1635-1688. Amant indiscret.	1668 (1668)	Wing D2359; ESTC R7467	47,962	78

Sr Martin Mar-all OR THE Feignd Innocence A COMEDY As it was Acted at His HIGHNESSE the DUKE of YORK'S THEATRE LONDON Printed for H. Herringman at the Sign of the Blew Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New Exchange 1608. Prologue FOols which each man meets in his Dish each day Are yet the great Regalio's of a Play In which to Poets you but just appear To prize that highest which cost them so dear Fops in the Town more easily will pass One story makes a statutable Ass But such in Plays must be much thicker sown Like yolks of Eggs a dozen beat to one Observing Poets all their walks invade As men watch Woodcocks gliding through a Glade And when they have enough for Comedy They stow their several Bodies in a Pye The Poet 's but the Cook to fashion it For Gallants you your selves have found the wit To bid you welcome would your bounty wrong None welcome those who bring their Chear along The Names of the Persons Lord Dartmouth In love with Mrs. Christian. Mr. Moody The Swash-buckler Sir Martin Mar-all A Fool. Warner His Man Sir John Swallow A Kentish Knight Lady Dupe The old Lady Mrs. Christian. Her young Niece Mrs. Millisent The Swash-bucklers Daughter Rose Her Maid Mrs. Preparation Woman to the old Lady   Other Servants Men and Women   A Carrier   Bayliffs The SCENE Covent-Garden THE Feignd Innocence OR Sir MARTIN MARRALL ACT. I. Enter Warner solus Warn WHere the Devil is this Master of mine he is ever out of the way when he should do himself good This 't is to serve a Coxcomb one that has no more brains than just those I carry for him Well! of all Fopps commend me to him for the greatest he 's so opinion'd of his own Abilities that he is ever designing somewhat and yet he sows his Stratagems so shallow that every Daw can pick'em up from a plotting Fool the Lord deliver me Here he comes O! it seems his Cousin's with him then it is not so bad as I imagin'd Enter Sir Martin Marral Lady Dupe La. Dupe I think 't was well contriv'd for your access to lodge her in the same house with you Sir Mart. 'T is pretty well I must confess Warn Had he plotted it himself it had been admirable aside La. Dupe For when her Father Moody writ to me to take him Lodgings I so order'd it the choice seem'd his not mine Sir Mart. I have hit of a thing my self sometimes when wiser Heads have miss'd it But that might be meer luck La. Dupe Fortune does more than Wisdom Sir Mart. Nay for that you shall excuse me I will not value any mans Fortune at a rush Except he have Wit and Parts to bear him out But when do you expect ' em La Dupe This Tide will bring them from Gravesend You had best let your man go as from me And wait them at the Stairs in Durham-yard Sir Mart. Lord Cousin what a do is here with your Counsel As though I could not have thought of that my self I could find in my heart not to send him now stay a little I could soon find out some other way Warn A minute's stay may lose your business Sir Mart. Well go then but you must grant if he had stay'd I could have found a better way you grant it La Dupe For once I will not stand with you Exit Warner 'T is a sweet Gentlewoman this Mrs. Millisent if you can get her Sir Mart. Let me alone for plotting La Dupe But by your favour Sir 't is not so easie Her Father has already promis'd her And the young Gentleman comes up with 'em I partly know the man but the old Squire is humoursome He 's stout and plain in speech and in behaviour He loves none of the fine Town-tricks of breeding But stands up for the old Elizabeth way in all things This we must work upon Sir Mart. Sure you think you have to deal with a Fool Cousin Enter Mrs. Christian. La Dupe O my dear Neice I have some business with you Whispers Sir Mart. Well Madam I 'le take one turn here i' th Piazza's A thousand things are hammering in this head 'T is a fruitful Noddle though I say it Exit Sir Martin La Dupe Go thy wayes for a most conceited Fool. But to our business Cousin you are young but I am old and have had all the Love-experience that a discreet Lady ought to have and therefore let me instruct you about the Love this rich Lord makes to you Chr. You know Madam he 's Marry'd so that we cannot work upon that ground of Matrimony La Dupe But there are advantages enough for you if you will be wise and follow my advice Chr. Madam my Friends left me to your care therefore I will wholly follow your Counsel with secrecy and obedience La Dupe Sweet-heare it shall be the better for you another day well then this Lord that pretends to you is crafty and false as most men are especially in Love therefore we must be subtle to meet with all his Plots and have Countermines against his Workes to blow him up Chr. As how Madam La Dupe Why Girl hee 'l make fierce Love to you but you must not suffer him to ruffle you or steal a kiss but you must weep and sigh and say you 'l tell me on 't and that you will not be us'd so and play the innocent just like a Child and seem ignorant of all Chr. I warrant you ' I le be very ignorant Madam La Dupe And be sure when he has tows'd you not to appear at Supper that night that you may fright him Chr. No Madam La Dupe That he may think you have told me Chr. I Madam La. Dupe And keep your Chamber and say your head akes Chr. O most extreamly Madam La Dupe And lock the door and admit of no night-visits at Supper I 'l ask where 's my Cousin and being told you are not well I 'l start from the Table to visit you desiring his Lordship not to incommode himself for I will presently wait on him agen Chr. But how when you are return'd Madam La Dupe Then somewhat discompos'd I 'l say I doubt the Meazles or Small-pox will seize on you and then the Girl is spoil'd saying Poor thing her Portion is her Beauty and her Vertue and often send to see how you do by whispers in my Servants ears and have those whispers of your health return'd to mine if his Lordship thereupon askes how you do I will pretend it was some other thing Chr. Right Madam for that will bring him further in suspence La Dupe A hopeful Girl Then will I eate nothing that night feigning my grief for you but keep his Lordship Company at Meal and seem to strive to put my passion off yet shew it still by small mistakes Chr. And broken Sentences La. Dupe A dainty Girl and after Supper visit you again

he see him last Mill. Not since he was seven years old Warn A sudden thought comes into my head to make him appear before his time let my Master pass for him and by that means he may come into the House unsuspected by her Father or his Rival Mill. According as he performs his Serenade I 'll talk with you make haste I must retire a little Ex. Mill. from above Rose I 'll instruct him most rarely he shall never be found out but in the mean time what wilt thou do with a Serenade VVarn Faith I am little non-plus'd on the sudden but a warm consolation from thy lips Rose would set my wits a working again Rose Adieu Warner Exit Rose Warn Inhumane Rose adieu Blockhead Warner into what a Premunire hast thou brought thy self this 't is to be so forward to promise for another but to be Godfather to a Fool to promise and vow he should do any thing like a Christian. Enter Sir Martin Sir Mart. Why how now Bu●ly in a Brown Study for my good I warrant it there 's five shillings for thee what we must encourage good wits sometimes Warn Hang your white pelf sure Sir by your largess you mistake me for Martin Parker the Ballad-Maker your covetousness has offended my Muse and quite dull'd her Sir Mart. How angry the poor Devil is in fine thou art as chollerick as a Cook by a Fire-side Warn I am over-heated like a Gun with continual discharging my wit ' slife Sir I have rarifi'd my brains for you till they are evaporated but come Sir do something for your self like a man I have engag'd you shall give to your Mistress a Serenade in your proper person I 'll borrow a Lute for you Sir Mart. I 'll warrant thee I 'll do 't man VVarn You never learn't I do not think you know one stop Sir Mart. 'T is no matter for that Sir I 'll play as fast as I can and never stop at all Warn Go to you are an invincible Fool I see get up into your Window and set two Candles by you take my Land-lords Lute in your hand and fumble on 't and make grimmaces with your mouth as if you sung in the mean time I 'll play in the next Room in the dark and consequently your Mistress who will come to her Balcone over against you will think it to be you and at the end of every Tune I 'll ring the Bell that hangs between your Chamber and mine that you may know when to have done Sir Mart. Why this is fair Play now to tell a man before-hand what he must do Gramercy i'faith Boy now if I fail thee Warn About your business then your Mistress and her M●id appear already I 'll give you the sign with the Bell when I am prepar'd for my Lute is at hand in the Barbers Shop Exeunt Enter Millisent Rose with a Candle by 'em above Rose We shall have rare Musick Mill. I wish it prove so for I suspect the Knight can neither p'ay nor sing Rose But if he does you 're bound to pay the Musick Madam Mill. I 'll not believe it except both my Ears and Eyes are Witnesses Rose But 't is night Madam and you cannot see 'em yet he may play admirably in the dark Mill. Where 's my Father Rose You need not fear him he 's still employ'd with that same Sea-man and I have set Mrs. Christian to watch their discourse that betwixt her and me Warner may have wherewithal to instruct his Master Mill. But yet there 's fear my Father will find out the Plot. Rose Not in the least for my old Lady has provided two rare disguises for the Master and the Man Mill. Peace I hear them beginning to tune the Lute Rose And see Madam where your true Knight Sir Martin is plac'd yonder like Apollo with his Lute in his hand and his Rays about his head Sir Martin appears at the adverse Window a Tune play'd when it is done Warner rings and Sir Martin holds Did he not play most excellently Madam Mill. He play'd well and yet methinks he held his Lute but untowardly Rose Dear Madam peace now for the Song The SONG BLind Love to this hour Had never like me a Slave under his power Then blest be the Dart That he threw at my heart For nothing can prove A joy so great as to be wounded with love My Days and my Nights Are fill'd to the purpose with sorrows and frights From my heart still I sigh And my Eyes are ne'r dry So that Cupid be prais'd I am to the top of Love's happiness rais'd My Soul 's all on fire So that I have the pleasure to doat and desire Such a pretty soft pain That it tickles each vein 'T is the dream of a smart Which makes me breathe short when it beats at my heart Sometimes in a Pet When I am despis'd I my freedom would get But streight a sweet smile Does my anger beguile And my heart does recall Then the more I do struggle the lower I fall Heaven does not impart Such a grace as to love unto ev'ry ones heart For many may wish To be wounded and miss Then blest be loves Fire And more blest her Eyes that first taught me desire The Song being done Warner rings agen but Sir Martin continues fumbling and gazing on his Mist ess Mill. A prety humour'd Song but stay methinks he plays and sings still and yet we cannot hear him Play louder Sir Martin that we may have the fruits on 't Warn peeping D at h this abominable Fool will spoil all agen Dam him he stands making his Grimaces yonder and he looks so earnestly upon his Mistress that he hears me not Rings agen Mill. Ah ah have I found you out Sir now as I live and breathe this is pleasant Rose his man play'd and sung for him and he it seems did not know when he should give over Millisent and Rose laugh Warn They have found him out and laugh yonder as if they would split their sides Why Mr. Fool Oaf Coxcomb will you hear none of your names Mill. Sir Martin Sir Martin take your Mans counsel and keep time with your Musick Sir Mart. peeping Hah what do you say Madam how does your Ladiship like my Musick Mill. O most heavenly just like the Harmony of the Spheres that is to be admired and never heard Warn You have ruin'd all by your not leaving off in time Sir Mart. What the Devil wou●d you have a man do when my hand is in well o' my conscience I think there is a fate upon me Noise within Mill. Look Rose what 's the matter Rose 'T is Sir John Swallow pursu'd by the Bailiffs Madam according to our Plot it seems they have dogg'd him thus late to his Lodging Mill. That 's well for though I begin not to love this Fool yet I am glad I shall be rid on him Ex. Millisent Rose Enter Sir John pursu'd by three

be here Sir John She and her Father said you Sir Warn Tell him Sir for Heavens sake tell him all Sir Mart. So I will Sir without your bidding her Father and she are come up already that 's the truth on 't and are to lodge by my Contrivance in you House the Master of which is a cunning Rascal as any in Town him I have made my own for I lodge there Warn You do ill Sir to speak so scandalously of my Landlord Sir Mart. Peace or I 'l break your Fool 's head So that by his means I shall have free egress and regress when I please Sir without her Fathers knowledge VVarn I am out of patience to hear this Sir John Methinks you might do well Sir to speak openly to her Father Sir Mart. Thank you for that i'faith in speaking to old Moody I may soon spoil all Warn So now he has told her Father's name 't is past recovery Sir John Is her Fathers name Moody say you Sir Mart. Is he of your acquaintance Sir John Yes Sir I know him for a man Who is too wise for you to over-reach I am certain he will never marry his Daughter To you Sir Mart. Why there 's the jest on 't He shall never know it 't is but your Keeping of my Counsel I 'le do as much for you mun Sir John No Sir I 'le give you better trouble not your self about this Lady her affections are otherwise engaged to my knowledge hark in your Ear her Father hates a Gamester like a Devil I 'le keep your Counsel for that too Sir Mart. Nay but this is not all dear Sir John Sir John This is all I assure you only I will make bold To seek your Mistress out another Lodging Ex. Sir John Warn Your Affairs are now put into an excellent posture Thank your incomparable discretion this was a Stratagem my shallow wit could ne're have reach'd to make a Confident of my Rival Sir Mart. I hope thou art not in earnest man is he my Rival Warn ' Slife he has not found it out all this while well Sir for a quick apprehension let you alone Sir Mart. How the Devil cam'st thou to know on t and Why the Devil didst thou not tell me on t Warn To the first of your Devil 's I answer her Maid Rose told me on 't to the second I wish a thousand Devils take him that would not hear me Sir Mart. O unparallell'd Misfortune Warn O unparrellell'd ignorance why he left her Father at the water-side while he lead the Daughter to her Lodging whither I directed him so that if you had not laboured to the contrary Fortune had plac'd you in the same House with your Mistress without the least suspicion of your Rival or of her Father but 't is well you have satisfi'd your talkative humour I hope you have some new project of your own to set all right agen for my part I confess all my designs for you are wholly ruin'd the very foundations of 'em are blown up Sir Mart. Prethee insult not over the Destiny of a poor undone Lover I am punish'd enough for my indiscretion in my despair and have nothing to hope for now but death Warn Death is a Bug-word things are not brought to that extremity I●l cast about to save all yet Enter Lady Dupe La. Dupe O Sir Martin yonder has been such a stir within Sir John I fear smoaks your design and by all means would have the old man remove his Lodging pray God your man has not play'd false Warn Like enough I have I am Coxcomb sufficient to do it my Master knows that none but such a great Calf as I could have done it such an over-grown Ass a self-conceited Ideot as I. Sir Mart. Nay Warner Warn Pray Sir let me alone what is it to you if I rail upon my self now could I break my own Loggar-head Sir Mart. Nay sweet Warner Warn What a good Master have I and I to ruine him O Beast La Dupe Not to discourage you wholly Sir Martin this storm is partly over Sir Mart. As how dear Cousin La D. When I heard Sir John complain of the Landlord I took the first hint of it and joyn'd with him saying if she were such an one I would have nothing to do with him in short I ratled him so well that Sir John was the first who did desire they might be lodg'd with me not knowing that I was your Kinswoman Sir Mart. Pox on 't now I think on 't I could have found out this my self Warn Are you there agen Sir now as I have a Soul Sir Mart. Mum good Warner I did but forget my self a little I leave my self wholly to you and my Cousin get but my Mistress for me and claim what e'r reward you can desire Warn Hope of reward will diligence beget Find you the Money and I 'l find the wit Exeunt ACT. II. Enter Lady Dupe and Mrs. Christian. Chr. IT hapned Madam just as you said it would But was he so concern'd for my feign'd sickness La. D. So much that Moody and his Daughter our new Guests took notice of the trouble but the Cause was kept too close for Strangers to divine Chr. Heav'n grant he be but deep enough in love and then La. D. And then thou shalt distil him into Gold my Girl Yonder he comes I 'l not be seen you know Your Lesson Child Exit Chr. I warrant you Enter Lord Dartmouth Lord. Pretty Mistress Christian How glad am I to meet you thus alone Chr. O the Father what will become of me now Lord. No harm I warrant you but why are you so fraid Chr. A poor weak innocent Creature as I am Heav'n of his mercy how I quake and tremble I have not yet claw'd off your last ill usage and now I feel my old fit come again my Ears tingle already and my back shuts and opens I just so it began before Lord Nay my sweet Mistress be not so unjust To suspect any new attempt I am too penitent for my last fault So soon to sin agen I hope you did not tell it to your Aunt Chr. The more Fool I I did not Lord. You never shal repent your goodness to me But may not I presume there was some little Kindness in it which mov'd you to conceal my Crime Chr. Methought I would not have mine Aunt angry with you for all this earthly good But yet I 'l never be alone with you agen Lord. Pretty Innocence let me sit nearer to you You do not understand what love I bear you I vow it is so pure My Soul 's not sully'd with one spot of sin Were you a Sister or a Daughter to me With a more holy Flame I could not burn Chr. Nay now you speak high words I cannot understand you Lord. The business of my life shall be but how to make your Fortune and my care and study to advance and see you settled in the

taken down Sir John What new device is this tro Mood I know not what to make on 't Sir John to Tony. Pray Mr. Fool where 's the rest o' your Company I would fain see 'em again When they are up the Company dances about 'em then dance off Tony dances a fig. Landl. Come down and tell 'em so Cudden Sir John I 'll be hang'd if there be not some Plot in 't and this Fool is set here to spin out the time Mood Like enough undone undone my Daughters's gone let me down Sirrah Landl. Yes Cudden Sir John My Mistress is gone let me down first He offers to pull down the stools Landl. This is the quickest way Cudden Sir John Hold hold or thou wilt break my neck Landl. And you will not come down you may stay there Cudden Exit Landlord dancing Mood O Scanderbag Villains Sir John Is there no getting down Mood All this was long of you Sir Jack Sir John 'T was long of your self to invite them hither Mood O you young Coxcombs to be drawn in thus Sir John You old Sot you to be caught so sillily Mood Come but an inch nearer and I 'll so claw thee Sir John I hope I shall reach to thee Mood And 't were not for thy wooden breast-work there Sir John I hope to push thee down from Babylon Enter Lord Lady Dupe Sir Martin Warner Rose Millisent vail'd Landlord Lord. How Gentlemen what quarrelling among your selves Mood Coxnowns help me down and let me have fair play he shall never marry my Daughter Sir Mart. leading Rose No I 'll be sworn that he shall not therefore never repine Sir for Marriages you know are made in Heaven in fine Sir we are joyn'd together in spig't of Fortune Rose pulling off her mask That we are indeed Sir Martin and these are Witnesses therefore in fine never repine Sir for Marriages you know are made in Heaven Omn. Rose Warn What is Rose split in two sure I ha' got one Rose Mill. I the best Rose you ever got in all your life Pulls off her mask Warn This amazeth me so much I know not what to say or think Mood My Daughter married to Warner Sir Mart. Well I thought it impossible any man in England should have over reach'd me sure Warner there was some mistake in this prithee Billy let 's go to the Parson to set all right again that every man may have his own before the matter go 100 far Warn Well Sir for my part I will have nothing farther to do with these Women for I find they will be too hard for us but e'n sit down by the loss and content my self with my hard fortune But Madam do you ever think I will forgive you this to cheat me into an Estate of 2000 l. a year Sir Mart. And I were as thee I would not be so serv'd Warner Mill. I have serv'd him but right for the cheat he put upon me when he perswaded me you were a Wit now there 's a trick for your trick Sir Warn Nay I confess you have out-witted me Sir John Let me down and I 'll forgive all freely They let him down Mood What am I kept here for Warn I might in policy keep you there till your Daughter and I had been in private for a little consummation But for once Sir I 'll trust your good nature Takes him down too Mood And thou wert a Gentleman it would not grieve me Mill. That I was assur'd of before I married him by my Lord here Lord. I cannot refuse to own him for my Kinsman though his Father's sufferings in the late times hath ruin'd his Fortunes Mood But yet he has been a Serving-man Warn You are mistaken Sir I have been a Master and besides there 's an Estate of 800 l. a year only it is mortgaged for 6000 l. Mood Well we 'll bring it off and for my part I am glad my Daughter has miss'd in fine there Sir John I will not be the only man that must sleep without a Bedfellow to night if this Lady will once again receive me La. Dupe She 's yours Sir Lord. And the sam Parson that did the former execution is still in the next Chamber what with Cawdels Wine and Quidding which he has taken in abundance I think he will be able to wheadle two more of you into matrimony Mill. Poor Sir Martin looks melancholly I am half afraid he is in love Warn Not with the Lady that took him for a Wit I hope Rose At least Sir Martin can do more than you Mr. Warner for he can make me a Lady which you cannot my Mistress Sir Mart. I have lost nothing but my Man and in fine I shall get another Mill. You 'll do very well Sir Martin for you 'll never be your own Man I assure you Warn For my part I had lov'd you before if I had follow'd my inclination Mill. But now I am afraid you begin of the latest except your love can grow up like a Mushrome at a nights warning Warn For that matter never trouble your self I can love as fast as any man when I am nigh possession my love falls heavy and never moves quick till it comes near the Centre he 's an ill Falconer that will unhood before the quarry be in sight Love 's an high mettal'd Hawk that beats the Air But soon grows weary when the Game 's not near Epilogue AS Country Vicars when the Sermon 's done Run hudling to the Benediction Well knowing though the better sort may stay The Vulgar Rout will run unblest away So we when once our Play is done make haste With a short Epilogue to close your taste In thus withdrawing we seem mannerly But when the Curtain 's down we peep and see A Jury of the Wits who still stay late And in their Club decree the poor Plays fate Their Verdict back is to the Boxes brought Thence all the Town pronounces it their thought Thus Gallants we like Lilly can foresee But if you ask us what our doom will be We by to morrow will our Fortune cast As he tells all things when the Year is past FINIS