has seduc'd ye Bell. How Harlot Sir Death such another word And through all Laws and Reason I will rush And reach thy Soul if mortal like thy Body No Sir she 's Chaste as are the new-made Vows I breath'd upon her Lips when last we parted Lord. Who waits there Enter Trusty and Servants Shall I be murder'd in my own House 'T is time you were remov'd Go get an Action of 5000 l. enter'd against him With Officers to Arrest him Trusty My Lord 't is my young Master Bellmour Lord. Ye all dote upon him but he 's not the Man you take him for Trusty How my Lord not this Mr Bellmour Lord. Dogs obey me Offers to go Bell. Stay Sir oh stay what will become of me 'T were better that my Life were lost than Fortune For that being gone Celinda must not love me But to die wretchedly Poorly in Prison whilst I can manage this Is below him that does adore Celinda Draws I 'll kill my self but then I kill Celinda Shou'd I obey this Tyrant then too she dies Yes Sir You may be cruel take the Law And kill me quickly 't will become your justice Weeps Lord. Was I call'd back for this Yes I shall take it Sir do not fear Offers to go Bell. Yet stay Sir Have you lost all Humanity Have you no Seâ—se of Honour nor of Horrors Lord. Away with him go be gone Bell. Stay Sir oh God! what is' t you 'd have me do Here I resign my self unto your will But oh Celinda what will become of thee Weeps Yes I will Marry and Diana too Lord. 'T is well you will had I been good natur'd now You had been undone and mist Diana too Bell. But must I Marry Needs Marry Sir Or lose my Fortune and my Liberty Whil'st all my Vows are given to another Lord. By all means Sir Belâ— If I must Marry any but Celinda I shall not Sir enjoy one moments bliss I shall be quite unman'd Cruel and Brutal A Beast unsafe for Woman to converse with Besides Sir I have given my Heart and Faith And any second Marriage is Adultery Lord. Heart and Faith I am glad 't is no worse if the Ceremony of the Church has not past 't is well enough Bell. All Sir that Heaven and Love requires is past Lord. Thou art a Fool Frank come dry thy Eyes And receive Diana Trusty Call in my Neece Bell. Yet Sir relent be kind and save my soul. Ex. Trusty Lord. No more by Heaven if you resist my Will I 'll make a strange example of thee and of that Woman who e're she be that drew thee to this folly Faith and Vows quoth ye Bell. Then I obey Enter Trusty and Diana Lord. Look ye here Frank is this a Lady to be dislik'd Come hither Frank Trusty Haste for Dr. Tickletext my Chaplain's not in Town I 'll have them instantly Married Come hither Diana Diana will you Marry your Cozen Frank Bellmour Dia. Yes if it be your pleasure Heaven cou'd not let fall a greater blessing Aside Lord. And you Frank will you Marry my Neece Diana Bell. Since you will have it so Lord. Come follow me then and you shall be both pleas'd Bell. Oh my Celinda To preserve thee what is' t I wou'd not do Forfeit my Heaven nay more I forfeit you Ex. Scene 4. The Street Enter Sir Timothy Tawdrey Sâ—am and Sharp Sir Tim. Now Sham art not thou a damn'd lying Rogue to make me â—aunter up and down the Mall all this morning after a Woman that thou knowst in thy Conscience was not likely to be there Sham. Why Sir if her Maid will be a jilting Whore how can I help it Sharp Thou knowst we presented her handsomly and she protested she 'd do 't Sharp Ay Ay Sir Aside but the Devil a Maid we saw Sham. Sir it may be Things have so fallen out that she could not possibly come Sir Tim. Things a Pox of your Tricks Well I see there 's no trusting a poor Devil Well what device will your Rogueship find out to Cheat me next Sham. Prethee help me out at a dead Lift Sharp Aside Sharp Cheat you Sir If I been't reveng'd on this She-Counsellor of the Patching and Painting this Letter-in of Midnight Lovers this Receiver of Bribes for stol'n Pleasures may I be condemn'd never to make Love to any thing of higher quality Sir Tim. Nay nay no Threatning Sharp it may be she 's Innocent yet Give her t'other Bribe and try what that will do Gives him money Sham. No Sir I 'll have no more to do with frail Woman in this case I have a surer way to do your business Enter Page with a Letter Sir Tim. Is not that Bellmour's Page Sharp It is Sir Sir Tim. By Fortune the Rogue 's looking for me he has a Challenge in his hand too Sham. No matter Sir Huff it out Sir Tim Prethee do thee Huff him thou knowst the way on 't Sham. What 's your bus'ness with Sir Timothy Sir Page Mine Sir I don't know the Gentleman pray which is he Sir Tim. I I 't is so Pox on him Sharp Well Boy I am he what Your Master Page My Master Sir Sharp Are not you Bellmour's Page Page Yes Sir Sharp Well your News Page News Sir I know of none but of my Masters being this morning Sir Tim. Ay there it is behind Southampton House Page Married this morning Sir Tim. How Marry'd ' Slife has he serv'd me so Sham. The Boy is drunk Bellmour Married Page Yes indeed to the Lady Diana Sir Tim. Diana Mad by Fortune what Diana Page Neece to the Lord Plotwell Sir Tim. Come hither Boy Art thou sure of this Page Sir I am sure of it and I am going to bespeak Musick for the Ball anon Sir Tim. What hast thou there a Letter to the Divine Celinda A dainty Boy there 's money for thee to buy Nickers Page I humbly thank you Exit Shâ—rp Well Sir if this be true Celinda will be glad of you again Sir Tim. Ay but I will have none of her For look you Sham there is but two sorts of Love in this World Now I am sure the Rogue did love her and since it was not to Marry her it was for the thing you wot on as appears by his writing to her now But yet I will not believe what this Boy said till I see it Sham. Faith Sir I have thought of a thing that may both clear your doubt and give us a little mirth Sir Tim. I conceive thee Sham. I know y' are quick of apprehension Sir Timothy Sir Tim. O your servant dear Sham But to let thee see I am none of the dullest we are to Jigg it in Masquerade this evening hah Sham. Faith Sir you have it and there you may have an opportunity to Court Bellmour's sister Sir Tim. 'T is a good motion and we will follow it send to the Dukes House and borrow some Habits presently Sham. I 'll about it Sir
to be a stranger to me Bell. For ever for a long Eternity Dia. Oh thou 'st undone me then hast thou found out A Maid more fair more worthy of thy Love Look on me well Bell. I have consider'd thee And find no blemish in thy â—oul or Form Thou art all o're Divine yet I must hate thee Since thou hast drawn me to a mortal sin That cannot be forgiven by Men or Heaven Oh thou hast made me break a Vow Diana A Sacred Solemn Vow And mâ—de me wrong the sweetest Innocence That ever blest the Earth Dia. Instead of cooling this augments my fire No pain is like defeated new desire Aside 'T is false or but to try my Constancy Your Mistriss is not so Divine as I And shou'd I 'gainst himself believe the Man Who first inspir'd my heart with Loves soft flame Bell What bliss on me insensible you throw I 'de rather hear thee swear thou art my Foe And like some Noble and Romantick Maid With Poniards wou'd my stubborn heart invade And whil'st thou dost the faithful Relique tear In every Vein thou d'st find Celinda there Dia. Come Sir you must forget Celinda's Charms And reap delights within my circling Arms Delights that may your Errors undeceive When you find joyes as great as she can give Bell. What do I hear Is this the kind relief Thou dost allow to my despair and grief Is this the comfort that thou dost impart To my all wounded bleeding dying heart Were I so Brutal cou'd thy Love comply To serve it self with base Adultery For cou'd I love thee cou'd I love agen Our Lives wou'd be but one continued Sin A Sin of that black die a Sin so foul 'T would leave no hopes of Heav'n for eithers Soul Dia. Dull Man Dost think a feeble vain Excuâ—â— Shall satisfie me for this Nights abuse No since my Passion thou 'st defeated thus And rob'd me of my long wish'd happiness I 'll make thee know what a wrong'd Maid can do Divided 'twixt her Love and Injuries too Bell. I dare thy worst Shou'd Hell assist thy aims thou cou'dst not find New Plagues unless thou shou'dst continue kind Hard Fate Diana when thy Love must be The greatest Curse that can arrive to me That friendship which our Infant years begun And till this day has still continued on I will preserve and my Respects shall be Profound as what was ever paid by me But for my Love 't is to Celinda due And I can pay you â—one that 's just and true Dia. The rest Iâ—de have thee know I do despise I better understand my conquering Eyes Those Eyes that shall revenge my Love and Shame I 'll kill thy Reputation and thy Name Ex. Bell. My Honour And my Reputation now They both were forfeit when I broke my Vow Nor cou'd my Honour with thy Fame decline Whoe're prophanes thee injures nought of mine This night upon the Couch my self I 'll lay And like Franciscans let th' ensuing day Take care for all the toils it brings with it Whatever Fate arrives I can submit Ex The Scene a Street Enter Celinda drest as before Cel. Not one kind Wound to send me to my Grave And yet between their angry Swords I â—an Expecting it from Bellmour or my Brothers Oh my hard Fate that gave me so much Misery And dealt no Courage to prevent the shock Why came â— off alive that fatal place Where I beheld my Bellmour in th' embrace Of my extremely fair and lovely Rival With what kind care she did prevent my Arm Who greedy of the last sad paâ—ting twine I wou'd have thrown about him as if she knew To what intent I made the passionate offer What have I next to do but seek a death Where ever I can meet it Who comes here Goes asidâ— Enter Sir Timothy Sham and Sharp with Fidlers and Boy Sir Tim. I believe this is the Bed-chamber Window where the Bride and the Bridegroom lies Sham. Well and what do you intend to do if it be Sir Sir Tim. Why first sing a Bawdy Song and then break the Windows in Revenge for the Affront was put upon me to night Sharp Faith Sir that 's but a poor Revenge and which every Footman may take of his Lady who has turn'd him away for filching You know Sir Windows are frail and will yield to the lusty Brick-bats 't is an Act below a Gentleman Sir Tim. That 's all one 't is my Recreation I serv'd a Woman so the other night to whom my Mistriss had a Pique Sham. Ay Sir 't is a Revenge fit only for a Whore to take And the Affront you receiv'd â—o night was by mistake Sir Tim. Mistake how can that be Sham. Why Sir did you not mind that he that drew upon Bellmour was in the same dress with you Sir Tim. How shou'd his be like mine Sham. Why by the same chance that yours was like his I suppose sending to the Play-house for them as we did they hapned to send him such another â—abit for they have many such for dancing Shepherds Sir Tim. Well I grant it a mistake and that shall repriâ—ve the Windows Sharp Then Sir you shew'd so much courage that you may bless the minute that forc'd you to fight Sir Tim. Ay but between you and I 't was well he kick'd me first and made me angry or I had been â—ustily swing'd by Fortune but thanks to my spleen that sav'd my bones that â—bouâ— but then I did well hah came briskly off and the rest Sham. With honour Sir I protest Sir Tim Come then we 'll Serenade him Come Sirra â—une your Pipes and sing Boy What shall I sing Sir Sir Tim. Any thing sutable to the time and place SONG 1. The happy Minute 's come the Nymph is laid Who means no more to rise a Maid Blushing and panting she expects the approch Of Ioyes that kill with every touch Nor can her Native modesty and shame Conceal the Ardour of her Virgin flame 2. And now the Amorous Youth is all undrest Iust ready for Loves mighty Feast With vigorous haste the Vail aside he throws That does all Heaven at once disclose Swift as desire into her naked Arms Himself he throws and rifles all her Charms God morrow Mr. Bellmour and to your lovely Bride long may you live and love Enter Bellmour above Bell. Who is' t has sent that Curse Sir Tim. What a pox is that Bellmour The Rogue 's in choler the Bride has not pleas'd him Bell. Dogs De you upbraid me â—â—ll be with you presently Sir Tim. Will you so but I 'll not stay your coming Cel. But you shall Sir Bell. Turn Villains Sir Tim. c. offers to go off Celinda steps forth and draws they draw and sâ—t upon her Enter Bellmour behind them They turn and Celinda sides with Bellmour and fights Enter Dia. Bellmour â—ighâ—â— 'em out and leaves Celinda breathless leaâ—ing on her Sword Dia. I 'll ne'r demand the cause of
of keeping yet as you Sir Timothy have done much to your glory I assure you Sir Tim. Who I Sir You do me much Honour I must confess I do not find the softer Sex cruel I am received as well as another Man of my Parts Friend Of your Money you mean Sir Sir Tim. Why Faith Ned thou art i' th' right I love to buy my pleasure for by Fortune there 's as much pleasure in Vanity and Variety as any Sins I know What think'st thou Ned Friend I am not of your mind I love to love upon the square and that I may be sure not to be cheated with false Ware I present 'em nothing but my heart Sir Tim. Yes and have the consolation of seeing your frugal Huswifery Miss sit in the Pit at a Play in a long Scarf and Night-gown for want of Points and Garniture Friend If she be clean and pretty and drest in Love I can excuse the rest and so will she Sir Tim. I vow to Fortune Ned thou must come to London and be a little manag'd ' Slife Man should'st thou talk so aloud in good Company thou would'st be counted a strange Fellow Pretty and drest with Love a fine Figure by Fortune No Ned the painted Chariot gives a Lustre to every ordinary Face and makes a Woman look like Quality ay so like by Fortune that you shall not know one from t'other till some scandalous out-of-favor'd-laid-aside-Fellow of the Town cry Damn her for a Bitch how scornfully the Whore regards me She has forgot since Iack such a one and I club'd for the keeping of her when both our Stocks well manag'd wou'd not amount to above seveâ— shillings six pence a week besides now and then a Treat of a Breastoâ— Mutton from the next Cooks Then the other laughs and cryes I Rott her And tells his Story too and concludes with who maâ—nages the Gilt now Why Faith some dismal Coxcomb or other yoâ— may be sure replies the first But Ned these are Râ—gues and Rascals thâ— value no Mans Reputation because they despise their own But Faith 〈◊〉 have laid aside all these vanities now I have thought of Matrimony bâ—â— I desire my Reformation may be a secret because as you know for 〈◊〉 Man of my Address and the rest 'T is not altogether so Jantee Friend Sir I assure you it shall be so great a Secret for me that I will never ask you who the happy Woman is that 's chosen for this great work of your Conversion Sir Tim. Ask me No you need not because you know already Friend Who I I protest Sir Timothy Sir Tim. No Swearing dear Ned for 't is not such a Secret but I will trust my Intimates these are my Friends Ned pray know them This Mr Sham and this by fortune a very honest Fellow Bows to ' em Mr Sharp and may be trusted with a bus'ness that concerns you as well as me Friend Me What do you mean Sir Timothy Sir Tim. Why Sir you know what I mean Friend Not I Sir Sir Tim. What not that I am to marry your Sister Celinda Friend Not at all Bell. O this unsufferable Sott Aside Friend My Sister Sir is very nice Sir Tim. That 's all one Sir the old People have adjusted the matter and they are the most proper 〈◊〉 a Negotiation of that kind which saves us the trouble of a tedious Courtship Friend That the old People have agreed the matter is more than I know Sir Tim. Why Lord Sir will you persuade me to that don 't you know that your Father according to the method in such cases being certain of my Estate came to me thus Sir Timothy Tawdrey You are a young Gentleman and a Knight I knew your Father well and my right worshipful Neighbor our Estates lie together therefore Sir I have a desire to have a near Relation with you At which I interrupted him and cryâ—d Oh Lord Sir I vow to Fortune you do me the greatest Honour Sir and the rest Bell. I can endure no more he marry fair Celinda Friend Prethee let him alone Aside Sir Tim. To which he answer'd I have a good Fortune Have but my Son Ned and this Girl call'd Celinda whom I will make a Fortune sutable to yours your honoured Mother the Lady Tawdrey and I have as good as concluded the match already To which I who tho I say it am well enoâ—gh bred for a Knight answer'd the Civility thus I vow to Fortune Sir I did not swear but cry'd I protest Sir Celinda deserves no no I lye again 't was merits I Celinda merits a much better Husband than I. Friend You speak more truth than you are aware of Aside Well Sir I 'll bring you to my Sister and if she likes you as well as my Father does she 's yours otherwise I have so much tenderness for her as to leave her choice free Sir Tim. Oh Sir you Compliment Alons Entrons Exeunt Scene 2. A Chamber Enter Celinda and Nurse Cel. I wonder my Brother stayes so long sure Mr Bellmour is not yet arriv'd yet he sent us word he would be here to day Lord how impatient I grow Nur. Ay so methinks if I had the hopes of enjoying so sweet a Gentleman as Mr Bellmour I shou'd be so too But I am past it Well I have had my pantings and heavings my impatience and qualms my heats and my colds and my I know not what 's But I thank my stars I have done with all those Fooleries Cel. Fooleries Is there any thing in life but Love Wou'dst thou praiâ—e Heaven for thy Being Without that grateful part of it For I confess I Love Nur. You need not your sighs and daily nay and nightly too disorders plainly enough betray the truth Cel. Thou speak'st as if it were a Sin But if it be so you your self help'd to make me wicked For e're I saw Mr Bellmour you spoke the kindest things of him As would have mov'd the dulleâ—t Maid to Love And e're I saw him I was quite undone Nur. Quite undone Now God forbid it What for Loving You said but now there was no life without it Cel. But since my Brother came from Italy And brought young Bellmour to our house How very little thou hadst said of him How much above thy praise I found the Youth Nur. Very pretty You are grown a notable Proficient in Love And you are resolv'd if he please to Marry him Cel. Or I must dye Nur. I but you know the Lord Plotwell has the possession of all his Estate and if he Marry without his liking has power to take away all his Fortune and then I think it were not so good Marrying him Cel. Not Marrying him Oh canst thou think so poorly of me Yes I wou'd Marry him tho' our scanty Fortune Cou'd onely purchase us A loanly Cottage in some silent place All cover'd oâ—re with Thatch Defended from the outrages of storms By leafless Trees in Winter and from heat
this disorder But take this opportunity to flie To the next hands will take me up who 's here Cel. Not yet my sullen heart Dia. Who 's here one wounded alas Cel. 'T is not so lucky but who art thou That dost with so much pity ask Dia. He seems a Gentleman handsom and young Aside Pray ask no questions Sir but if you 're what you seem Give a Protection to an unhappy Maid Do not reply but let us haste away Cel. Hah What do I hear sure 't is Diana Madam with haste and joy I 'll serve you I 'll carry her to my own Lodgings Fortune in this 〈◊〉 done my Suff'rings right My Rival's in my Power upon her Wedding night Aside Exeunt Enter Bellmour Sir Tim. Sham and Sharp Sir Tim. Lord Lord that you should not know your friend and humble servant Tim. Tawdrey But thou lookst as if thou hadst not been a Bed yet Bell. No more I have Sir Tim. Nay then thou losest precious time I 'll not detain thee Offers to go Bell. Thoâ— art mistaken I hate all Woman-kind Sir Tim. How how Bell. Above an hour heark ye Knight I am as lewd and as debaucht as thou art Sir Tim. What do you mean Franck Bell. To tell a truth which yet I never did I Whore Drink Game Swear Lye Cheat Rob Pimp Hector All All I do that 's vicious Sir Tim. Bless me Bell. From such a Villain hah Sir Tim. No but that thou shouldst hide it all this while Bell. Till I was married only and now I can dissemble it no longer come let 's to a Bawdy-house Sir Tim. A Bawdy-house What already This is the very quiâ—tessence of Lâ—wdness Why I thought that I was wicked but by Fortune This dashes mine quite out of countenance Bell. Oh thou' rt a puny sinner I 'll teach thee Arts so rare of sin the least of them shall damn thee Sir Tim. By Fortune Franck I do not like these Arts. Bell. Then thou' rt a Fool I 'll teach thee to be rich too Sir Tim. Ay that I like Bell. Look here my Boyes Holds up his Writings which he takes out of his Pockets The Writings of 3000 l. a year All this I got by Perjury Sir Tim. By Fortune a thriving Sin Bell. And we will live in Sin while this holds out And then to my cold Home Come let 's â—e gone Oâ— that I â—e'r might see the Rising Sun Ex. The End of the Third Act. ACT. IV. Scene 1. Discovers Celinda as before sitting in a Chair Diana by her in another who sings SONG 1. Celinda who did Love disdain For whom had languish'd many a Swain Leading her bleating Flocks to drink She spy'd upon the Rivers brink A Youth whose Eyes did well declare How much he lov'd but lov'd not her 2. At first she laugh'd but gaz'd the while And soon it lessen'd to a smile Thence to surprize and wonder came Her Breast to heave her Heart to flame Then cry'd she out Ah now I prove Thou art a God! Almighty Love 3. She wou'd have spoke but Shame deny'd And bad her first consult her Pride But soon she found that Aid was gone For Love alas had left her none Oh how she burns but 't is too late For in his Eyes she reads her Fate Cel. Oh how numerous are her Charms How shall I pay this generous condescension Fâ—ir lovely Maid Dia. Why do you flatter Sir Cel. To say you 're lovely by your self I do not I 'm young and have not muâ—h converst with Beauty Yet I 'll esteem my judgment since it knows Where my devotions shou'd be justly paid But Madam may Iâ—not yet expect To hear the Story you so lately promis'd me Dia. I owe much to your goodness Sir but Cel. I am too young you think to hear a Secret Can I want Sence to pity your Misfortunes Or Passion to incite me to revenge ' em Dia. Oh would he were in earnest Cel. She 's fond of me and I must blow that flame Aside Do any thing to make her hate my Bellmour But Madam I 'm impatient for your Story That after that you may expect my service Dia. The Treatment you this Night have given a distressed Maid enough obliges me nor need I tell you I m Nobly born something about my dress my looks and meen will doubtless do me reason Cel. Sufficiently Dia. But in the Family where I was Educated a Youth of my own Age a Kinsman too I châ—nc'd to fall in Love with but with a Passion my Pride still got the better of and he I thought repaid my young desires but Bashfulness on his part did what Pride had done on mine and kept his too conceal'd At last my Uncle who had the absolute dominion of us both thought good to Marry us together Cel. Punish him Heav'n for a Sin so great And are you Married then Dia. Why is there Terror in that word Cel. By all that 's Sacred 't is a word that kills me Oh say thou art not And I thus low wilâ— fall and pay thee Thanks Kneels Dia. You 'll wish indeed I were not when you know How very very wretched it has made me Cel. Should you be telling me a Tale all day Such as would melt a heart that ne'r could love 'T would not increase my Reason for the wish That I had dy'd e're known you had been Married Dia. So many soft words from my Bellmour's mouth Had made me mad with joy and next to that I wish to hear 'em from this Youth If they be real how I shall be reveng'd Aside But why at my being Married should you sigh Cel. Because I love is that a Wonder Madam Have you not Charms sufficient at first sight To wound a heart tender and young as mine Are you not heavenly fair oh there 's my grief Since you must be anothers Dia. Pray hear me out and if you love me after Perhaps you may not think your self unhappy When Night was come she long'd for Night and all Retir'd to give us silent room for joy Cel. Oh I can hear no more by Heav'n I cannot Here stab me to the heart let out my life I cannot live and hear what follow'd next Dia. Pray hear me Sir Cel. Oh you will tell me he was kind Yes yes oh God were not his balmy Kisses Sweeter than Incence offer'd up to Heaven Did not his Arms softer and whiter far Than those of Ioves transform'd to Wings of Swans Greedily clasp thee round oh quickly speak Whil'st thy fair rising Bosome met with his And then oh then Dia. Alas Sir What 's the matter sit down awhile Cel. Now I am well pardon me lovely Creature If I betray a Passion I 'm too young T o've learnt the Art of hiding I cannot hear you say that he was kind Dia. Kind yes as Blasts to Flow'rs or early Fruit All gay I met him full of youthful heat But like a damp he dasht my kindled flame And all his Reason was
Marry Sir that were a Match indeed she being your Unkles onely Heir Char. Ay but they are Sisters Children and too near akin to be happy Trusty 'T were pity my young Master shou'd be unhappy in a Wife for he is the sweetest natur'd Gentleman But one comfort is Mr Charles you and your Sister Mrs â—hillis will have your Portions assign'd you â—f he Marry Char. Yes that he can't deny us the very day after his Marriage Trusty I shall be glad to see you all dispos'd of well but I was half afraid your Brother wou'd have Married Mrs Celinda Friendlove to whom he made notable Love in Yorkshire I thought not but she 's a fine Lady but her Fortune is below that of my young Masterâ— as much as my Lady Diana's is above his But see they come let us retire to give 'em leave to talk alone Exeunt Enter Lord Plotwell and Bellmour Lord. And well Frank how dost thou find thy self inclin'd thoâ—â—â—oâ—'dst begin to think of something more than Books Dost thou not wish to know the joyes that are to be found in a woman Frank I well remember at thy age I fancy'd a thousand fine things of that kind Bell. Ay my Lord a thousand more perhaps than are to be found Lord. Not so but I confess Frank unless the Lady be fair and there be some Love too 't is not altogether so well therefore I who am still busie for thy good have fixt upon a Lady Bell. Ha! Lord. What dost start Nay I 'll warrant thee she 'll please A Lady rich and fair and Nobly born and thou shalt Marry her Frank. Bell. Marry her my Lord Lord. Why yes Marry her I hope you are none of the fashionable Fopps that are alwayes in mutiny against Marriage who never think themselves very witty but when they rail against Heav'n and a Wife But Frank I have found better Principles in thee and thou hast the Reputation of a sober young Gentleman thou art besides a Man of great Fortune Frank. Bell. And therefore Sir ought the less to be a Slave Lord. But Frank we are made for one another and ought by the Laws of God to communicate our blessings Bell. Sir there are Men enough fitter much than I to obey those Laws nor do I think them made for every one Lord. But Frank you do not know what a Wife I have provided foâ— you Bell. 'T is enough I know she 's a Woman Sir Lord. A Woman why what should she be else Bell. An Angel Sir e're she can be my Wife Lord. In good time but this is a Mortal Sir and must serve your turn but Frank she is the finest Mortal Bell. I humbly beg your pardon if I tell you That had she Beauty such as Heav'n ne're made Nor meant again t' inrich a Woman with It cou'd not take my heart Lord. But Sir perhaps you do not guess the Lady Bell. Or cou'd I Sir it cou'd not change my nature Lord. But Sir suppose it be my Neece Diana Bell. How Sir the fair Diana Lord. I thought thou'dst come about again What think you now of Woman-kind and Wedlock Bell. As I did before my Lord. Lord. What thou canst not think I am in earnest I confess Frank she is above thee in point of Fortune she being my onely Heir but suppose 't is she Bell. Oh I 'm undone Sir I dare not suppose so greatly in favour of my self Lord. But Frank you must needs suppose Bell. Oh I am ruin'd lost for ever lost Lord. What do you mean Sir Bell. I mean I cannot Marry fair Diana Lord. Death how 's this Bell. She is a thing above my humble wishes Lord. Is that all take you no care for that for she loves you already and I have resolv'd it which is better yet Bell. Love me Sir I know she cannot And Heav'n forbid that I should injure her Lord. Sir this is a put-off resolve quickly or I 'll compel you Bell. You wouâ—d not use extremity What is the forfeit of my disobedience Lord. The loss of all your Fortune If you refuse the Wife I have provided Especially a handsom Lady â—s she is Frank. Bell. Oh me unhappy What cursed Laws provided this severity Lord. Even those of your Fathers disposal who seeing so many examples in this lewd Age of the ruine of whole Families by imprudent Marriages provided otherwise for you Bell. But Sir admit Diana be inclin'd And I by my unhappy Stars so curst Should be unable to accept the Honour Lord. How Sir admit I can no more admit Than you can suppose therefore give me your final answer Bell. Sir can you think a blessing e're can fall Upon that Pair whom Interest joins not Love Lord. Why what 's in Diana that you shou'd not love her Bell. I must confess she has a thousand Virtues The least of which wou'd bless another Man But Sir I hope if I am so unhappy As not to love that Lady you will pardon me Lord. Indeed Sir but I will not love me this Lady and marry me this Lady or I will teach you what it is to refuse such a Lady Bell. Sir t is not in my power to obey you Lord. How not in your pow'r Bell. No Sir I see my fatal râ—ine in your eyes And know too well your force and my own misery But Sir when I shall tell you who I 've married Lord. Who you 've married By all that 's Sacred if that be true thou art undone for ever Bell. Oh hear me Sir I came with hopes to have found you merciful Lord. Expect none from me no thou shalt not have so much of thy Estate as will afford thee Bread By Heaven thou shalt not Bell. Oh pity me my Lord pity my Youth It is no Beggar nor none basely born That I have given my heart â—o but a Maid Whose Birth whose Beauty and whose Education Merits the best of Men. Lord. Very fine where is the Priest that durst dispose of you without my order Sirrah you are my slave at least your whole Estate is at my mercy and besides I 'll charge you with an Action of 5000 l. for your ten Years maintenance Do you know that this is in my pow'r too Bell. Yes Sir and dread your Anger worse than death Lord. Oh Villain thus to dash my expectation Bell. Sir on my bended knees thus low I fall To beg your mercy Lord. Yes Sir I will have mercy Iâ—ll give you Lodging but in a Dungeon Sir Where you shall ask your food of Passers by Bell. All this I know you have the power to do But Sir were I thus cruel this hard usage Would give me cause to execute it I wear a Sword and I dare right my self And Heav'n wou'd pardon it if I should kill you But Heav'n forbid I shou'd correct that Law Which gives you power and orders me obedience Lord. Very well Sir I shall â—ame that Courage and punish that Harlot who e're she be that
true these Eyes confirm my Fate Yonder he is and that fair splendid thing That gazes on him with such kind desire Is my blest Rival oh he is Married Gods and yet you let him live Live too with all his Charms as fine and gay As if you meant he shou'd undo all easie Maids And kill 'em for their sin of loving him Wretched Celinda But I must turn my Eyes from looking on The fatal triumphs of my death Which of all these Is my Brother Oh this is he I know him By the Habit he sent for to the Play-house Points to Sir Tim. And hither he 's come in Masquerade I know with some design against my Bellmour Whom tho' he kill me I must still preserve Whil'st I lost in despair thus as a Boy Will seek a Death from any welcome hand Since I want Courage to perform the Sacrifice Enter one and dances an Entry and a Iigg at the end on 't Lord. Enough enough at this time let 's see the Bride to Bed the Bridegroom thinks it long Friend Hell Can I endure to hear all this with patience Shall he depart with Life to enjoy my Right And to deprive my Sister of her due Stay Stay and resign That Virgin Bell. Who art thou that dar'st lay a claim to ought that 's here Friend This Sword shall answer ye Draws Bell. Tho' I cou'd spare my Life I 'll not be rob'd on 't Draws Dia. Oh my dear Bellmour All draw on Bellmour's side Diana holds Bellmour Celinda runs between their Swords and defends Bellmour Sir Tim. Sham and Sharp draw and run into several corners with signs of fear Friend Who art thou that thus fondly guard'st his heart To Celinda Be gone and let me meet it Cel. That thou may'st do through mine but no way else Friend Here are too many to encounter and I 'll defer my vengeance Char. Stay Sir we must not part so Ex. Drawing at the â—ame door â—hat Sirâ— Tim. is sneaking out at Come back I say Pulls in Sir Tim Slave dost thou tremble Sir Tim. Sir I 'm not the Man you look for By Fortune Sham we 're all undone He has mistook me for the fighting Fellow Char. Villain defend thy Life Sir Tim. Who I Sir I have no quarrel to you nor no Man breathing not I by Fortune Cel. This Coward cannot be my Brother Aside Char. What made thee draw upon my Brother Sir Tim. Who I Sir by Fortune I love him I draw upon him Char. I do not wonder thou canst lye for thou'â—â— a Coward Didâ— not thou draw upon him Is not thy Sword yet out Did I not see thee fierce and active too as if thou hadst dar'd Sir Tim. Why he 's gone Sir a Pox of all Mistakes and Masqueradings I say this was your Plot Sham. Char. Coward shew then thy face Sir Tim. I 'll be hangâ—d first by Fortune for then 't will be plain 't was I because I challeng'd Bellmour last night and broke my assignation this morning Aside Char. Shew thy face without delay or Sir Tim. My face Sir I protest by Fortune 't is not worth seeing Char. Then Sirra you are worth a kicking take that and that Kicks him Sir Tim. How Sir how Char. So Sir so Kicks him again Sir Tim. Have a care Sir by Fortune I shall fight with a little more Char. Take that to raise you Strikes him Sir Tim. Nay then I am angry and I dare fight They fight out Lord. Go Ladies see the Bride to her Chamber Ex. Women Bell. The Knight Sir Timothy Tawdrey The Rascal mist me at the appointed place And comes to attack me here Turns to Cel. Brave Youth I know not how I came to merit this Relief from thee Sure thou' rt a stranger to me thou' rt so kind Cel. Sir I believe those happy ones that know you Had been far kinder but I 'm indeed a stranger Bell. May'st thou be ever so to one so wretched I will not ask thy name lest knowing it I am such a Monster I should ruine thee Cel Oh how he melts my Soul I cannot stay Lest Grief my Sex and Bus'ness shou'd betray Aside Farewell Sir May you be happy in the Maid you love Ex. Cel. Bell. Oh dost thou mock my griefs by Heaven he did Stay Sir he 's gone Enter Charles Bellmour Char. The Rogue took courage when he saw there was not remedy but there 's no hurt done on either side Lord. 'T is fit such as he shou'd be chastis'd that do abuse Hospitality Come come to Bed the Lady Sir expects you Bell. Gentlemen good night Ex. Enter Diana Scene a Bedchamber Dia. I long to know the cause of Bellmour's disorder to night And here he comes Enter Bellmour Lord Charles and the rest Char. Shan't we see you laid Brother Bell. Yes in my Grave dear Charles But I 'll excuse that Ceremony here Char. Good night and no rest to you Brother Ex. all but Bellmour and Diana Dia. Till now my Bellmour I wanted opportunity To ask the cause why on a joyful day When Heaven has join'd us by a sacred tye Thou droopst like early Flowers with Winter storms Bell. Thou art that Winter storm that nips my Bud All my young springing hopes my gay desires The prospect of approaching joyes of Love Thou in a hapless minute hast took from me And in its room Hast given me an eternal desperation Dia. Have you then given me Vows ye can repent of Bell. I given ye Vows be witness ye just Powers How far I was from giving any Vows No no Diana I had none to give Dia. No Vows to give What were they which to the holy Man Thou didst repeat when I was made all thine Bell. The effects of low submission such as Slaves Condemn'd to dye yield to the angry Judge Dia. Dost thou not love me then Bell. Love thee no by Heaven yet wish I were so happy For thou art wondrous fair and wondrous good Dia. Oh what a defeat is here The onely Man who from all Natures store I found most charming fit for my desires And now after a thousand expectations Such as all Maids that Love like me do hope Just ready for the highest joyes of Love Then to be met thus cold nay worse with scorn Aside Why since you could not love me did you marry me Bell. Because I was a Beast a very Villain That stak'd a wretched Fortune to all my joyes of Life And like a prodigal Gamester lost that all Dia. How durst you Sir knowing my Quality Return me this false Pay for Love so true Was this a Beauty Sir to be neglected Bell. Fair angry Maid frown on frown till you kill And I shall dying bless those Eyes that did so For shou'd I live I shou'd deprive the happier World Of treasures I am too wretched to possess And wer 't not pity that vast store of Beauty Shou'd like rich Fruit dye on the yielding Boughs Dia. And are you then resolv'd
being here my comfort is he has not found me out tho' but thinks I came to look for him and accordingly I must dissemble Bell. What 's here a Lady all in tears Sir Tim. An old acquaintance of mine that takes it unkindly that I am for change Betty say so too you know I can settle nothing till I 'm Married and he can do it swingingly if we can but draw him in Flaunt This mollifies something do this and you 'll make your peace if not you Rascal your Ears shall pay for this nights transgression Sir Tim. Come hither Franck is not this a fine Creature Bell. By Heaven a very Devil Sir Tim. Come come approach her for if you 'll have a Miss this has all the good qualities of one go go Court her thou art so bashful Bell. I cannot frame my tongue to so much blasphemy as 't is to say kind things to her I 'll try my heart tho' Fair Lady Damn her she is not fair nor sweet nor good nor something I must say for a beginning Come Lady dry your eyes This Man deserves not all the tears you shed So at last the Devil has got the better of me And I am enter'd Flaunt You see Sir how miserable we Women are that love you Men. Bell. How did you love him love him against his will Flaunt So it seems Sir Bell. Oh thou art wretched then indeed no wonder if he hate thee Does he not Curse thee Curse thee till thou' rt damn'd as I do lost Diana Aside Flaunt Curse me he were not best in my hearing Let him do what he will behind my back What ails the Gentleman Bell. Gods What an odious thing meer Coupling is A thing which every sensual Animal Can do as well as we but prethee tell me Is there nought else between the Nobler Creatures Flaunt Not that I know of Sir Lord he 's very silly or very innocent I hope he has his Maidenhead if so and rich too oh what a booty were this for me Aside Bell. 'T is wondrous strange Why was not I created like the rest Wild and insensible to fancy all Flaunt Come Sir you must learn to be gay to sing to dance and talk of any thing and fancy any thing that 's in your way too Bell. Oh I can towse and ruffle like any Leviathan when I begin Come prove my vigor Towses her Flaunt Oh Lord Sir you tumble all my garniture Bell. There 's Gold to buy thee more Flaunt Oh sweet Sir wou'd my Knight were hang'd so I were well rid of him now Well Sir I swear you are the most agreeable person Bell. Am I let us be more familiar then I 'll kiss thy hand thy breast thy lips and Flaunt All you please Sir Bell. A tractable Sinner Offers to kiss her Faugh how she smells had I approach'd so near divine Celinda what a natural Fragrancy had sent it self through all my ravisht senses Flaunt The Man 's extasi'd sure I shall take him Aside Come Sir you' are sad Bell. As Angels fall'n from the Divine abode And now am lighted on a very Hell But this is not the way to thrive in wickedness I must rush on to ruine Come fair Mistress Will you not shew me some of your Arts of Love For I am very apt to learn of Beauty Gods What is it I negotiate for a Woman Making a bargain to possess a Woman Oh never never Flaunt The Man is in Love that 's certain as I was saying Sir Bell. Be gone Repentance thou needless goodness Which if I follow canst lead me to no joyes Come tell me the price of all your pleasures Sir Tim. Look you Mistriss I am but a Countrey Knight Yet I shou'd be glad of your farther acquaintance Pray who may that Lady be Driv Who Mrs. Flauntit Sir Sir Tim I she she 's tearing fine by Fortune Driv I 'll assure you Sir she 's kept and is a great Rarity but to a Friend or so Sir Tim. Hum kept pray by whom Driv Why a silly Knight Sir that Sir Tim. I I silly indeed a Pox upon her a silly Knight you say Driv Ay Sir one she makes a very Ass of Sir Tim Ay so methinks but she 's kind and will do reason for all him Driv To a Friend a Man of Quality or so Sir Tim. Ay sâ—e blinds the Knight Driv Alas Sir easily he poor Cully thinks her a very Saint but when he 's out of the way she comes to me to pleasure a Friend Sir Tim. But what if the Fool miss her Driv She cryes Whore first brings him upon his Knees for her fault and a piece of Plate or a new Petticoat makes his Peace again Sir Tim. Why look you Mistriss I am that Fopp that very silly Knight and the rest that you speak of Driv How Sir then I mâ—undone she 's the upholder of my Calling the very grace of my Function Sâ—r Tim. Is she so ee'n keep her to your self then Iâ—ll have no more of her by Fortune I humbly thank you for your intelligence and the rest Well I see there 's not one honest Whore i' th' Nation by Fortune Enter Charles Bellmour and Trusty Heark ye Mistriss what was your bus'ness here Flaunt To meet a Râ—gue Sir Tim. And I to meet a Whore and now wee 're well met Flaunt How Sir Sir Tim. Nay never be surpriz'd for your Intrigues are discover'd the good Matron of the House against her Will has done me that kindness you know how to live without your Keeper and so I 'll leave you Flaunt You 're too serviceable a Fool to be lost so Aside Bell. Who knows this bold Intruder Char. How Sir am I a stranger to you but I shou'd not wonder at it since all your last Nights actions betray'd a strange depravity of Sense Sir I have sought you long and wish I had not found you yet since both the place and company declare how grosly you 've dissembled Virtue all this while Bell. Take hence that prating Boy Char. How Sir You are my elder Brother yet I may be allow'd to do the bus'ness that I came for and from my Uncle to demand your Wife Bell. You may return and tell him that she 's dead Char. Dead sure Sir you Rave Turns him about Bell. Indeed I do but yet she 's dead they say Char. How came she dead Bell. I kill'd her ask no more but leave me Turns him about again Char. Sir this is Madmans language and not to be believ'd Bell. Go to y' are a sawcy Boy Char. Sir I 'm an angry Boy But yet can bear much from a Brothers mouth Y 'ave lost your sleep pray Sir go home and seek it Bell. Home I have no home unless thou meanst my Grave And thither I cou'd wish thou wou'dst conduct me Weeps Flaunt Pray Heaven this young virtuous Fellow don't spoil all Sir shall I send for a Scrivener to draw the Settlement you promis'd me Bell. Do so and
warrant thee Nurse Oh how I hope and fear this nights success Exeunt Scene a Chamber Celinda in her Night Aâ—tire leaning on a Table Enter to her Bellmour and Nurse Cel. Oh Heavens Mr. Bellmour at this late hour in my Chamber Bell. Yes Madam but will approach no nearer till you permit me And sure you know my Soul too well to fear Cel. I do Sir and you may approach yet nearer And let me know your business Bell. Love is my bus'ness that of all the world Only my flame as much surmounts the rest As is the Objects beauty I adore Cel. If this be all to tell me of your Love To morrow might have done as well Bell. Oh no to morrow would have been too late Too late to make returns to all my pain What disagreeing thing offends your Eyes I 've no deformity about my Person I 'm Young and have a Fortune great as any That do pretend to serve you And yet I find my interest in your heart Below those happy ones that are my Rivals Nay every Fool that can but plead his Title And the poor interest that a Parent gives him Can merit more than I. What else my lovely Maid can give a freedom To that same talking idle Knighted Fopp Cel. Oh if I am so wretched to be his Surely I cannot live For Sir I must confess I cannot love him Bell. But thou may'st do as bad and marry him And that 's a sin I cannot over live No hear my Vows Cel. But are you â—ir in earnest Bell. In earnest Yes by all that 's good I am I Love you more than I do Life or Heav'nâ— Cel. Oh what a pleasure 't is to hear him say so Aside But pray how long Sir have you Lov'd me so Bell. From the first moment that I saw your Eyes Your charming killing Eyes I did adore 'em And ever since have languisht day and night Nur. Come come ne're stand asking of questions But follow your inclinations and take him at his word Bell. Celinda take her counsel Perhaps this is the last opportunity Nay and by Heaven the last of all my Life If you refuse me now Say will you never marry Man but me Cel. Pray give me till to morrow Sir to answer you For I have yet some fears about my Soul That take away my rest Bell. To morrow You must then marry oh fatal word Another a Beast a Fool thaâ— knows not how to value you Cel. Is' t possible my Fate shou'd be so near Nur. Nay then dispose of your self I say and leave dissembling 't is high time Bell. This night the Letter came the dreadful News Of thy being married and to morrow too Oh answer me or I shall die with fear Cel. I must confess it Sir without a blush For 't is no sin to Love that I cou'd wish Heaven and my Father were inclin'd my way But I am all obedience to their wills Bell. That Sigh was kind But ere to morrow this time You 'll want this pitying sense and feeâ— no pantings But those which joyes and pleasures do create Cel. Alas Sir what is' t you 'd have me do Bell. Why I wou'd have you Love and after that You need not be instructed what to do Give me your Faith give me your Solemn Vow To be my Wife and I shall be at peace Cel. Have you consider'd Sir your own condition 'T is in your Uncles power to take your Fortune If in your choice you disobey his will And Sir you know that mine is much below you Bell. Oh I shall calm his Rage By urging so much Reason as thy Beauty And my own flame on which my Life depends He now has kindly sent for me to London I fear his bus'ness Yet if you 'll yield to marry me We 'll keep it secret till our kinder Stars Have made provision for the blest discovery Come give me your Vows or we must part for ever Cel. Part oh 't is a fatal word I will do any thing to save that Life To which my own so nearly is alli'd Enter Friendllove Friâ—nd So forward Sister Bell. Ha! Friendlove Friend Was it so kindly done to gain my Sister Without my knowledge Bell. Ah Friend 'T was from her self alone That I wou'd take the blessing which I ask Friend And Iâ—ll assist her Sir to give it you Here take him as an Honour and be thankful Bell. I as a blessing sent from Heaven receive her And e're I sleep will justifie my Claim And make her mine Friend Be not so hasty Friend Endeavor first to reconcile your Uncle to 't Bell. By such delayes we 're lost Hast thou forgot To morrow she 's design'd anothers Bride Friend For that let me alone t' evade Bell. If you must yet delay me Give me leave not to interest such wealth without security And I Celinda will instruct you how to satisfie my fears Kneels and takes her by the hand Bears witness to my Vows May every Plague that Heaven inflicts on Sin Fall down in thunder on my head If e're I marry any but Celinda Or if I do not marry thee fair Maid Nur. Heartily sworn as I vow Cel. And here I wish as solemnly the same May all arrive to me If e're I marry any Man but Bellmour Nur. We are Witnesses as good as a thousand Friend But now my Friend I 'de have you take your leave the day comes on apace and youâ—ve not seen your Uncle since your arrival Bell. 'T is death to part with thee my fair Celinda But our hard Fates imposes this separation Farewell Remember thou' rt all mine Cel. What have I else of joy to think upon Go go depart Bell. I will but 't is as Misers part with Gold Or people full of Health depart from Life Friend Go Sister to your Bed and dream of him Ex. Cel. and Nurse Bell. Whilst I prepare to meet this Fopp to fight him Friend Hang him he 'll ne're meet thee to beat a Watch or kick a Drawer or batter Windows is the highest pitch of Valor he e're arriv'd to Bell. However I 'll expect him lest he be Fool-hardy enough to keep his word Friend Shall I wait on thee Bell. No no thereâ—s no need of that Good morrow my best Friend Friend But e're you go my dearest Friend and Brother Now you are sure of all the joyes you wish From Heav'n do not forgetful grow of that great trust I gave you of all mine but like a Friend Assist me in my great concern of Love With fair Diana your lovely Cozen You know how long I have ador'd that Maid But still her haughty Pride repell'd my flame And all itâ— fierce efforts Bell. She has a spirit equal to her Beauty As mighty and tyrannick yet she has goodness And I believe enough inclin'd to Love When once her Pride 's orecome I have the honour To be the Confident of all her thoughts And to â—ugment thy hopes 't is not long since She did
with sighs confess to me she Lov'd A Man she said scarce equal to her Fortune But all my interest could not learn the Object But it must needs be you by what she said This I 'll improve and so to your advantage Friend I neither doubt thy Industry nor Love Go and be careful of my Int'rest there Whilst I preserve thine as intirely here Ex. severally Scene 2. Enter Sir Timothy Sham and Sharp Sharp Good morrow Sir Timothy what not yet ready and to meeâ— Mr. Bellmour at five the time 's past Sir Tim. Ay Pox on 't I han't slep to night for thinking on 't Sham Well Sir Timothy I have most excellent News for you that will do as well I have found out Sir Tim. A new Wench I warrant but prethee Sham I have â—â—ther matters in hand ' Sheart I am so mortifi'd with this same thoughâ— of Fighting that I shall hardly think of Woman kind again Sharp You were so forward Sir Timothy Sir Tim. Ay Sharp I am alwayes so when I 'm angry had I been but a little more provok'd then that we might have gone to 't when the heat was brisk I had done well but a Pox on 't this fighting in cool blood I hate Sham. ' Shaw Sir 't is nothing a Man wou'd do 't for Exercise in a morning Sir Tim. Ay if there were no more in 't than Exercise if a Man coâ—'d take a Breathing without breathing a Vein but Sham this Wounds and Blood sounds terribly in my ears but since thou say'st 't is nothing prethee do thou meet Bellmour in my stead thou art a poor Dog and 't is no matter if the world were well rid of thee Sham. I wou'd do 't with all my Soul but your Honour Sir Sir Tim. My Honour 't is but Custom that makes it Honourable to fight Duels I warrant you the wise Italian thinks himself a Man of Honour and yet when did you hear of an Italian that ever fought a Duel Is' t not enough I am affronted have my Mistriss taken away before my face hear my self call'd Dull Common Man Dull Animal and the rest But I must after all give him leave to kill me too if he can And this is your damn'd Honourable English way of shewing a Mans Courage Sham. I must confess I am of your mind and therefore have been studying a Revenge sutable to the Affront and if I can judge any thing I have hit it Sir Tim. Hast thou dear Sham out with it Sham. Why Sir what think you of debauching his Sister Sir Tim Why is there such a thing in Nature Sham. You know he has a Sister Sir Sir Tim. Yes Rich and Fair. Sham. Both or she were not worthy of your Revenge Sir Tim. Oh how I love Revenge that has a double pleasure in it and where and where is this fine piece of temptation Sham. In being Sir but Sharp here and I have been at some cost in finding her out Sir Tim. Ye shall be overpaid there 's Gold my little Maquero but she 's very handsom Sharp As a Goddess Sir Sir Tim. And art thou sure she will be Lewd Sharp Are we sure she 's a Woman Sir Sure she 's in her Teens has Pride and Vanity and two or three Sins more that I cou'd â—ame all which never fails to assist a Woman in Debauchery But Sir there are certain people that bâ—long to her that must be consider'd too Sir Tim. Stay Sir e're I part with more money I 'll be certain what returns 't will make me that is I 'll see the Wench not to inform my self how well I like her for that I shall do because she is new and Bellmours Sister but to find what possibility there is in gaining her I am us'd to these things and can â—uess from a look or a kiss or a touch of the hand but then I warrant 't will come to the knowledge of Betty Flauâ—tit Sham What Sir then it seems you doubt us Sir Tim. How do you mean your honesty or judgment I can assure you I doubt both Sharp How Sir doubt our honesty Sir Tim. Yes why I hope neither of you pretend to either do you Sham. Why Sir what do you take us for Cheats Sir Tim. As errant as any 's in Christendom Sharp How Sir Sir Tim. Why how now what flie in my face are youâ— stomachs so queasie that Cheat won't down with you Sham. Why Sir we are Gentlemen and tho' our ill Fortunes have thrown us on your Bounty we are not to be term'd Sir Tim. Why you pair of Hectors whence this impudence De' e you know me ye Raggamuffins Sham. Yes but we knew not that you were a Coward before You talkt big and huft where eâ—re you came like an errant Bully and so long we Reverenc'd you but now we find you have need of our Courage we 'll stand on our Reputations Sir Tim. Câ—urage and Reputation hâ— ha ha why ye lowsie Tatterdemallions dare ye talk of Courage and Reputation Sharp Why Sir who dares question either Sir Tim. He that dares try it Kiâ—ks ' em Sharp Hold Sir hold Sham. Enough enough we are satisfi'd Sir Tim. So am not I ye mangy Mungrels till I have kickt Courage and Reputation out of ye Sham. Hold there Sir â—tis enough we are satisfi'd that you have Courage Sir Tim. Oh are you so then it seems I was not to be believ'd I told you I had Courage when I was angry Sham Ay Sir we have prov'd it and will now swear it But we had an inclination to try Sir Sir Tim. And all you did was but to try my Courage hah Sharp On our Honours nothing else Sir Timothy Sir Tim Thoâ— I know ye to be cursed cowardly lying Rogues Yâ—t because I have use of ye I must forgive ye Here kiss my hand and be forgiven Sham. 'T is an Honour we are proud of Sir Sir Tim. Oh is it so Rascallians then I hope I am to see the Lady without Iâ—dentures Sharp Oh Lord Sir any thing we can serve you in Sham. And I have brib'd her Maid to bring her this morning into the Mâ—ll Sir Tim. Well let 's about it then for I am for no Fighting to day De' e hear Boy Let the Coach be got ready whilst I get my self drest Boy The Coach Sir Why you know Mr Shatter has pawn'd the Horses Sir Tim. I had forgot it A Pox on 't this 't is to have a Partner in a Coach By Fortune I must Marry and set up a whole one Ex. Scene 3. Enter Charles Bellmour and Trusty Trusty Mr Charles your Brother my young Master Bellmour is come Char. Iâ—m glad on 't my Unkle began to be impatient that he came not you saying you left him but a dayes journey behind you yesterday My Unkle has something of importance to say to him I fansie it may be about a Marriage between him and my Lady Diana such a whisper I heard Trusty I