and to be belov'd is a heav'n beyond what dull Philosophers ever dreamt of Tim. And if she prove inconstant Sir Jo. 'T is Hell Tim. Then why shou'd I run the hazard of a Love-damnation Men what e're they brag are fickle as the Winds just now they love and in a moment hate yet know not whence nor how this Change arrives but lay the stress on Fate or Nature's weakness Now if my easy heart shou'd doat on such a man I 've fool'd my self out of a present happiness and miss'd the better heaven I aim'd at Sir Jo. Your Charms Madam secure you from that misfortune your Eyes wou'd melt the heart of a Savage and turn his fury into love no man cou'd ever love you less for he who once knew you wou'd with Joy continue your Slave your words wou'd call back his wandering thoughts and fix his nodding vertue to its center Dick. peeping Uds so here 's fine work my Mistress by Ovid Tim. Sir if you please we 'll take a turn in the other Walk Sir Anthony's Son I find has dogg'd me hither Sir Jo. Every Walk is pleasant when Timandra's there Exeunt Dick. By Aristotle I 'll place my self behind this Tree and observe all Mum honest Dick here comes another Enter Flora and Capt. Bellair Flo. Hang me If I 'm not sick with these canting words Flame Love Passion Eyes and the like I always thought a Soldier shou'd be master of more Courage than to languish for a Woman Capt. Who wou'd not sigh when so much beauty 's nigh Tantalus ne'er knew pains like mine for I view a bliss infinitely beyond his and find no cause no hope for quick relief Flo. Wou'd you have me believe all you 've said and credit every story for a truth without remembring your Complements are the effects of your good breeding You love to show your parts and that in time of peace you can remove the thoughts of War's loud alarms and play with that soft young thing call'd Love Men are subject to more changes than Proteus ere knew shapes Dick. By Ovid that 's very fine Sir-father when he knows all will have a trusty house-keeper of ye Capt. Who cou'd feign a pleasure on the Rack or think of Joys when roaring Seas gap'd wide and threatn'd present ruin much less cou'd I counterfeit a passion or look and not love to be insensible of so many Charms wou'd argue stupidity and to yield without terms to so sweet a Conqueror speaks not want of Courage but a generous Confidence Dick. Uds so the man is damnably in love Flo. Nay now Captain you begin to be serious upon the matter on my Conscience I cou'd afford my Pity Dick. By Hercules the Baggage begins to yield Capt. Pity Madam has often prov'd the Mother of Love if you afford me that you advance me one step to happiness Dick. Poor man by Apollo I pity him Flo. Not so fast Captain you 'd march before Orders are given 't is pit y meerly for your weakness but come hang this dull serious Love I hate it let 's change the subject I see Timandra in the other Walk who doubtless desires my Company if attacqu'd as I am Exeunt Dick. Uds so So she hates dull love 't is a smart plaguy Wench all Mercury by Jupiter but mum Dick. Enter Ned Collerick and Melintha Ned. You know not Madam how far this Love-Caprice may hurry the Old man your Father's humour is unaccountable and every thing tends to my speedy ruin if Melintha prove unkind Dick. By Pan this is my Sister too and this is the Rogue that kickt me before my Mistress I begin to shake for fear if he shou'd catch me he 'd serve me so again I 'll home and tell Sir-father all by Juno I will Exit Ned. Remember Madam Fortune do's not afford me the happiness every day of expressing all my fears and your danger Mel. To a Soul prepar'd no accident is of consequence ill fortune comes with downy wings flies gently by and leaves no marks of sorrow in her flight Ned. I have not yet Madam attain'd to that height in Philosophy and Love tells me That without you I am for ever miserable Enter Sir John Bellair Timandra and Flora. Flo. Well Sir shall I wish you Joy of your good success but I 'm afraid my Sister is for the Uncle she can digest it may be his infirmities for the sake of those conveniencies his money brings Capt. I 'm afraid Mâ—dam you 've got such another Lover that has possest the passes of your heart and bars admittance to the Enemy Flo. A Warlike smile Captain But I begin to remember we came to hear prayers and 't is now past time besides I saw my Brother just now going out of the Garden who will undoubtedly acquaint my Father with our devotion Capt. Wou'd you begin our Banishment so soon 't is but a minute since we began to be happy Flo. Necessity commands a Cessation of Arms and Captain you must be broke Sir Jo. Yet stay fair Ladies let these cool Shades persuade if Lovers fail Mel. No Sir 't is fitting we change the Scene Sir Jo. Well Ladies let us hope you inflict a present punishment to give a future ease you 're afraid too much of Joy shou'd sicken the Soul and a long Scene of happiness pale the Appetite Pain gives a certain relish unto Ease and makes it always welcom to the mind Ned. Short Pleasures most of solid Joy impart And stole with hazard most affect the heart Nature to what 's forbid is still inclin'd And hopes of Sweets not known mis-lead the mind Thus we run on and eagerly pursue What brings destruction so it shews but New In Love there 's no such Curse give all to day We still Love on our Joys know no decay And every hour to Pleasure shows the way Exeunt Finis Actus Tertii ACT IV. SCENE I. Lucy's Lodgings Enter Decoy Lucy and Betty De. YOur Fears Madam are groundless he 's already possest with an opinion of your Fortune naturally credulous and every way fitted for the Cheat dissemble handsomly seem not overpliant yet give him store of hopes because 't is necessary you shou'd be speedily married Luc. I still doubt the success Fifteen hundred a year is a noble prize nor are such bubbles often to be found Bet. You are sure he has so much Madam De. Yes yes Child very sure I know most of his Friends and Relations One thing I had almost forgot if his Servant shou'd be rude take no notice on 't the fellow will rather speak nonsense than be silent and I suppose his Master only keeps him for his diversion Bet. Eâ—gad that Character has almost made me in love with him I admire a talkative gabling fellow 't is a sign of wit and only speaks his Judgment not yet ripe enough to bound it De. Well Madam I hope you 've consider'd the nature of this Service Heaven forgive me I 'm forc'd to
I from both I owe it all to that mighty Passion Love that turns the grave Philosopher to Fool and makes the saving Wise a spend-thrift Ass Exit Tim. How unfortunate are those whose Stars condemn them to a dependance on those they hate this is doubly mine my nearest Relation is my greatest Enemy and I am forc'd to purchase Liberty from those I scorn dissemble all my wrongs and feign content I am ignorant of my Lover's real Thoughts perhaps his Passion is no more than seign'd and all his Courtship an effect of Interest yet to ease my self from present torment I think him all Love and Justice and am resolv'd to run the risque of a new Danger yet unknown to shun immediate ruin Happy are those who live and love in Fields And seek no more than what a Garden yields There Friends ne're plot to rob them of their own No quirking Tricks or fubtle Arts are known And in their Loves blest Innocence is shown Here no such Joys are found for every Maid Is lewd or ugly if to Wants betraid Interest has banish'd Love Wealth Beauty gives And she 's still virtuous who with Grandeur lives Exit SCENE II. Lucy's Lodgings Enter Lucy and Betty Luc. Well and you found Sir John at home Bet. Yes Madam and how d' ye think he receiv'd your Letter Luc. Coldly it may be Bet. Yes faith as coldly as a rich Lawyer does his poor Client and shrugg'd up his Shoulders like a lazy Parson rais'd from his warm Bed in a snowy night to pray with a dying Beggar Luc. And is he so very indifferent grown Sure thou art not in earnest Bet. He ne're askt me as he us'd to do if his Lucy was in sickness or in health asleep or awake and your Name seem'd as hateful to him as a Quondam Companion to an upstart Favorite whose Poverty puts him in mind of his own and tells him he grew up from the Dunghill I forgot nothing a dutiful Servant ought to have said in such a case 't was all in vain all in vain Madam 't was preaching Philosophy to the Winds and attempting by Rhetorick to perswade the roaring Billows to a calm we are both ruin'd 't is as easie to reconcile the jarring Elements as to recall his fugitive Heart weeps Luc. Then may I from this moment be ugly as a Monster Despis'd by all and shun'd by every Friend Contemn'd by those on whom I plac'd my Love And be at last a Burden to my self Let me still remember all my pleasures past That when compar'd to this unhappy state I may augment the number of my Tears Weeps Bet. So so this is a sweet comfort and repays Service past Luc. Let others from my ruin learn to live And when they see me naked on the Shoar Expos'd to all the Billows of Contempt And gaz'd upon by Strangers from afar Let them remember I was once like them Free from gross faults and sail'd o're swelling Tides But that my folly dash'd me into wreck Bet. For shame Madam so many Tears for one Man half of that grief was enough for the whole Sex Luc. Ah! let me thus consume my years in pain Let joy be ever banish'd from my Breast No thoughts of Love shall ever enter here Weeps Bet. Pray read this Letter Madam 't is from you Friend Decoy Luc. Cease cruel Maid and let me feel the weight Of this misfortune which my faults have brought Excess of Grief a certain Pleasure gives And stuns the weary Soul into a Lethargy Bet. Pray Madam read it faith I 'll cry else for company's sake Luc. Speak to Mount Aetna bid the Sulphur freeze And turn its fiery Matter into Ice Suspend its Motion and forget its Heat Weeps The Sparkling Flames much sooner shall obey Than I can know a respite from my Grief But to please thee I 'll read it Madam Betty reads with her and both of them smile as they read This is to inform you ready to serve you opportunity Mr. Freelove Estate 15 hund yearly prepare for his reception no Father to over-awe him Love more than Interest Speedily Married repay the loss of your old Lover Well Betty has Mistress Fashion the Manto-maker brought home my new Gown Change the Toilet make up my last lac'd-head suit Do I look charmingly to day are my Eyes in Arms and may I expect a Conquest I 'm resolv'd to be merry and forget my loss Bet. Ha ha ha hang me if I don't begin in earnest to believe the Story of the Ephesian Matron Good Lord what weak Creatures we Women are Why Madam we both wept two minutes ago and now we are both pleas'd again Luc. 'T is sitting it shou'd be so for Souls subject to passion cannot be strangers to tenderness a Woman shou'd be easie-natur'd and not bigotted to any Principle Bet. Why faith Madam you 're in the right let 's in and prepare for the arrival of this new and potent Lover ' Gad I hope he has a handsom Servant I have a strange inclination this Morning to the State of Matrimony for Executions always put me in mind of Mortality Luc. And the losss of Sir John tells me I ought to be no more what I have been I resolve to play honest Game for the future and that 's both the safest and the surest course to happiness but 'T is strange that Precepts seldom reach the Heart Tho' oft repeated and exprest with Art Nature to Virtue rearely leads the Mind Nor was our Judgment for our Guide design'd Else why so many Laws to rule the Will And teach us how to shun bewitching Ill Nothing draws back the Soul that wildly roams Like adverse Fortune that unlook'd for comes Execunt SCENE III. Sir Anthony's House Enter Sir Anthony Dick and Flora. Sir Anth. I profess these Taylors are great Rogues 't is hard to know what to make of 'em they can't endure labour because their Imployment is at best but idleness they ne're make good Souldiers for generally speaking they are all Cowards why truly they are good at nothing but Cheating they invent so many Fashions and have so many tricks to wheedle men out of their Mony Silk Buttons Binding Buckrum Canvass and so forth that 't is but reasonable sometimes to clip half a yard from their Bills sincerely I cou'd rail at the Knaves these eight days why body o' me Mr. Filsher has spoil'd the Lad's Coat he looks like a Cock stript of all his Feathers Dick. Uds so or one of the University with his Gown pull'd over his Ears but Satis est quod Sufficit that is to say Sir Father the Coat is long enough since the Fashion has turn'd them into Doublets Flo. Sure Timandra must admire that Shape that Air and that innocent honest Face Sir Anth. Why truly the young Man has something of the old World in his Cōuntenance he looks like the last Age a down-right Man and speaks as he thinks which now-a-days is reputed madness But come Dick let
make many a sweet Lye for you Luc. My gratitude prompts my memory accept Madam of this small Compliment and believe me a friend not so able as willing to serve you De. Truly Madam I always had a good opinion of you and am glad to find I have not deceiv'd my self you remember the Bond of a thousand pounds Luc. Yes Madam and own my self oblig'd to pay a greater Sum. De. O dear Madam I 'm o'rewhelm'd with your Bounty wou'd to heav'n it were in my power to prefer you to a greater Fortune your Soul speaks you made for great things I 've screw'd her finely up if he has any Estate these two thousand pounds are good if not I 'm in nothing poorer than I was Well Madam shall I admit the Gentleman he waits in the next Room Exit Luc. If you please Madam Bet. I swear Madam you look charmingly to day Luc. I ought to pipe with art for if the fool can be whistl'd into the Net I get a weighty draught but stay he comes Re-enter Decoy with Freelove and Willie De. Swear you have often seen her and above all urge her to a speedy marriage delays are dangerous and she 's courted at this very time by a Rich Knight and two young Citizens of great Credit Madam this Worthy Gentleman a friend of mine has long ador'd you in secret and my happy Stars having made me of your acquaintance I 'm bold to introduce him into the Temple where he may worship his Goddess openly and receive a reward suitable to his Zeal Luc. The Gentleman no doubt knows better where to bestow his Services and his Merit may prefer him to the possession of a greater Beauty and a larger Fortune Will. Be me Saul the Woman speaks very bonnily Free My ambition ne'er taught me to aspiâ—e to a happiness beyond Lucinda's favour I 've long lov'd but had not the liberty of Complaint allow'd me and now I 've got it methinks I cou'd spend an age at her seet and here for ever fix my self gaze on that fatal beauty that has so long banish'd peace from my Soul and almost â—orc'd me to despair Luc. Pray Sir rise Dâ— That 's well the young Gentleman plays his part to my wish there 's a pleasure in dissimulation not to be chang'd for that dull peace of mind which honesty and plain-dealing bestow upon their bewitcht Votaries Luc. This is not the first time I presume you 've kneel'd Love e're now has been your Religion and practice more than innate Zeal has taught you how to pray with so much ease Will. A goad I believe the Lass is a Saint Free No Madam false fires can't be of use and if I shou'd attempt to act the hypocrite your Eyes wou'd teach me how to bow Will. Deel be fain o me gin thea Englis Women wou'd not mauk au maun's mouth water at them aun Goâ—d sin me new Maister is come au Sweethearting tea the Lady I think Willie soud wooe her Gentlewoman Looks wistly upon Betty Luc. And cou'd you become a Convert Renounce those principles which allow'd you so much liberty and confine your self to the precise rules of marriage De. Sir I beg your pardon Whispers Lucy Remember Madam he may by accident come to a true knowledge of your circumstances when he begins to bite draw with courage to secure him on the hook for I know he 'll leap at the gilded bait when first it offers it self Adieu sweet Sir Pray Madam be kind to the Gentleman Exit Will. The deel ride up throw her aun down throw her aun a haw-thornbuss at his tail aun thaun she needs nea Physick Goad I can niver endure thea aulwives they look sua like wutches aun she waur i my Kintrey she waud be burnt in a taurbaurrel presently Free Wou'd I renounce such principles Madam by heav'n all the pleasures of my life whate're I doated upon and if a darling Sin were riveted in my heart with Joy I 'd tear the loathsom thing from thence dash it from me and abandon all for the blessing of your Love that wou'd give a happiness and in it self contain more bliss than all the beggar'd earth cou'd give besides Will. Hear ye me Jo how waud ye like me for yer good man I hea a brau Estate in Scotland Bet. Like you Will. Ay that is lye we me au yer days warm me bed in au caul Winterneight aun let me get bairns upon ye Bet. Is that your way of Courtship in Scotland Kisses her rudely Will. Ay aun this way tea be me Saul we gang red wood upon bonny Lasses 〈…〉 Will. Wuns thauts the way of your Englis Women she is ready to cry out whun ony body is near haun her baut gin she waur at the bauck of au dike whaur deel au ean sees her she waud be aus caum as au laum and let a laud kiss his weam fou Bet. But pray thee speak English else 't is impossible to comprehend thy meaning Will. Goad aun I had ye au mile frea au house ye waud understaun me meaning for au thaut Luc. Cou'd you sit and with a calm brow observe the dear Companions of your past liberty roving after new Loves wou'd you not flutter in your Cage and wish for freedom envy those who rang'd through open air and curse the hour that fool'd you into prison Free No Madam I 'd view securely men in Tempests tost pity the weary and misguided Travellers and when I saw them tracing Danger 's road in search of Joys that vanish as soon as got I 'd shrink up in silent gladness and bless my kinder stars that gave me wealth and happiness at home I 'd bid them be wise and learn to love from me run quick for safety to some constant Fair whose charms give ease from all their labours past Will. Now deel tauke me gin me Master does na wooe aus bonnily aus I waud do me sell only he forgets tea kiss her Hear ye Sir tauke her in yer arms this way aun be me saul shoe wull grow sua tame ye may lead her tea the Kirk in au string she wull gaung wood toe be mairied upon ye Kâ—ssâ—s Betty Free Sirrah Madam I hope you 'll pardon this rudeness Luc. I love to see the fellow in that antick garb it puts me in mind of the old World when Cloaths were used for Necessity not Ornâ—ment Will. Whaun I was in me ain Kintrey Maudam the Minister's Wife said I waus the bonniest Laud in au her good man's parish Struts and walks a tipâ—oe Luc. Did she I love the humours of strangers Will. Maudam aun yea hea au mein tea marry me insteed o me maister be me saul I wull tauke ye presently I waud na let a bonny Lass rin wood for waunt o me Free This Madam is intolerable Impudence to your distance Sirrah Will. Ay Sir whaut's the matter we ye now ye look like a Minister whun he has newly
Johnson Ned Chollerick Mr. Toms Willie Mr. Bullock Scowrer Mr. Fairbank WOMEN Flora by Mrs. Rogers Melintha Mrs. Moor. Decoy Mrs. Powell Timandra Mrs. Temple Lucy Mrs. Kent Betty Mrs Baker Drawer Servants c. Scene LONDON Courtship Alamode A COMEDY ACT I. SCENE I. The Curtain drawn discovers Sir John Winmore in his Night-gown Solus Sir Jo. GREAT Joys and Small Allays consum'd the Night And peeping day prov'd hateful to the sight Oh Heavens The inexpressible Pleasure of being with those we Love yet 't is dangerous to think upon 't a Man may lose himself in thought and commit a Rape by the meer force of Imagination Hoa who waits there My Cloaths Sirrah Has Madam Decoy been here this morning Enter Scowrer Aside Sco. No Sir wou'd the Devil had her Sir Joh. Sure I heard a whispering in the other Room an hour ago you had not a Wench there Sco. Yes faith Sir Betty came to wait upon you there 's a Letter from her Mistress Sir Jo. Reads Pox on 't 't is so ill writ a Conjurer could hardly read it Sco. Sir if you please I 'm perfectly vers'd in a Woman's way of writing Sir Jo. No more on 't I hate such nauseous Stuff Does she wait for an Answer Sco. Yes Sir and expects you 'll return it in Person Sir Jo. Then bring her in Exit Scowrer Well I bless my kind Stars I 'm now in a hopeful way towards a Reformation and if Timandra prove kind I shall have no such unwelcome Guests at my Levee A Letter from a Stale Mistress is downright Physick to 〈◊〉 Mind it puts us out of all order and makes us Sick at the heart 〈◊〉 gradâ—â— removes the Disease and powerfully works us into a Love 〈◊〉 of better health Fortune 's a Bitch that brought her so soon or 〈◊〉 me so long at home for a Dun of any kind never fails to spoil a 〈◊〉 Stomach for his Dinner well Child thy business I'm 〈◊〉 â—â—ste Re-enter Scowrer with Betty Betty You have read the Letter I hope Sir John Sir Jo. Yes yes have you any thing else to say Bet. Mâ— Mistress Sir is almost dead with grief your unkindness she says will certainly kill her Sir Jo. Grief 's a Disease of which few Women die Bet. Sure Sir John she 's Sir Jo. Very troublesome Sco. Gad take me Sir had you seen how she look'd t'other day Why Venus was a Dowdy to her Bet. She thought Sir John Winmore had been Sir Joh. Still a Fool. But she 's mistaken go home and tell her I 'm grown wise Bet. Lord Sir what do ye mean is this the Reward of constant Love her heart was ever yours and you know when my Lord Wanton offer'd her two hundred Guineas for her Maiden-head five years after she had lost it she refused the offer Well Sir John I 'll say no more But if you knew her heart Sir Jo. Come come pray thee be gone I have no Mony to lay out upon the repair of hearts and without that I know I must inevitably lose Possession if the young Lord wou'd have bought a Second hand Maiden-head for a new one she was a Stubborn Fool that refus'd so kind a Customer Sirrah guard my doors better next morning or Bet. Well Sir a good morning t' ye you may live a hundred years e're you find such another kind Fool. Exit Sir Jo. I 'm glad she 's gone this usage I hope will teach her Mistress not to plague me with her damn'd impertinent scrawls for the future A Whore is the most miserable Creature on Earth if she 's modest she starves if impudent she 's hated Sco. Lord Sir I hope you are not virtuously in Love with some Phlegmatick Wench or other whose cold Constitution of Body makeâ— her honest in spite of her self Sir Jo. If I am what then Sco. Why then you are lost Sir that 's all irrecoverably lost Lucy's ruin'd Olivia will want a Friend Mrs. Francklove a Customer and Madam Caterer the support of her Family Hang me Sir if I cou'd not weep for the sufferings of so many sweet young Sinners Sir Jo. Ay but if thou knewest Timandra Oh! she 's charming to a miracle Sco. Ay Sir and so is Lucy Sir Jo. She 's witty Sco. Well and so is she Sir Jo. But above all she 's virtuous Sco. For want of opportunity it may be to be otherwise Sir Jo. Howe're I love her for that the word Virtue has a Noble sound in 't that charms my very Soul Sco. By your leave Sir cou'd you love her now if she were ugly Sir Jo. I think so yet am not sure if my Passion has reach'd that height But Heaven and Nature seldom Jarr in the distribution of their Gifts and the outside often tells us what to expect within Sco. Why faith Sir and I have known many a Gentleman mistake his Marks and undergo the Pennance of a Sweating-Tub for his Sin of Ignorance Have you consider'd the state of Matrimony the Plague of that dull insipid Partner of your bed distinguish'd by the name of Wife from that charming easie loving kind thing call'd a Mistress Sir Jo. I 'le have no more of your Instructions honest Love is a blessing that only attends generous Spirits such as thou art canot know 't Ha my dear Bellair by my hopes of good fortune I 'm glad to see thee What news from the North Enter Capt. Bellair Capt. Why faith I 've got none I rid post to York dispatch't what business call'd me thither remembred I had left the best of Friends behind me and return'd for London as soon as possible to enjoy his Conversation Sir Jo. Use me then like a Friend and say had you no other motive was 't Sir John Winmore only who brought you so suddenly from the Countrey Capt. I must confess the Fair Sex shares the Compliment I left one here whose power exceeds that of the World 's mighty Conquerour her Charms are of force to drag a-new Diogenes from his Tub teach the rugged old Cynick to abandon dull Philosophy contemn his Books and soothing Contemplations to read his better Fortune in her Eyes no wonder then she has so strong an influence on such a one as I am plain flesh and blood no Philosopher and a mere Stranger to Mortification Sco. Hang Mortification the old Doatards whose Veins are frozen make use on 't to whip themselves into a good humour Capt. It was always a mortal Enemy to men of thy Vocation Sir Jo. Pray thee tell me the Name of this Fair One I know thee a Rover and sure she 's very beautiful to whom thou art become so much a Prisoner Capt. Beautiful believe me I think her something more than Humane Sco. That may be for some Women have much of the Old Serpent in ' em Exit Sir Jo. Her Name Captain Capt. She 's known by the Name of Flora younger Daughter to Sir Anthony Addle Sir Jo. Is she kind Capt. Hitherto I 've
to the increase of his Distemper Flo. How Mel. Smile upon him when he enter'd frown when he stays yet give him a languishing look at parting tell all his faults to the next cringing Fool that supply'd his place his to the third and so go on till you had acquainted every Fop with the Qualities of his Brother while each of them laughs at the others weakness without remembring his own Flo. No my Father allows me no such Liberties and tho' I were this moment Mistress of my self and Fortune I 'd bestow both on some desering Youth whose Merits exceed his Estate I hate a reserv'dness equal to a Pennance good Breeding seldom appears and good Nature for want of use grows rusty Mel. What think you of Captain Bellair Sir Harry Bellair's only Son Flo. I suppose he bears a Commission not out of meer love to the Profits of his Post but to serve his Prince and Country and has too much of Honour to be Mercenary Mel. He 's the gay the airy the brisk the Complaisant the youthful witty Captain Bellair this is the Man on whom you wou'd bestow your self is 't not so Flo. Why faith Sister I own he 's a witty Gentleman but my Esteem is not yet arriv'd to Love and I prais'd the Man because Mel. You love him Flo. No because I Mel. Admire his Shape his good Air or the like It must be so Flo. Why on my Conscience without further Ceremony I believe you 've hit the Mark for I think I do not hate him Mel. And are not you asham'd Sister when you remember your years to own a tenderness for a Man Lord bless me what will this Age come to Flo. And truly Sister you speak as if you had forgot your self three years are now gone since I knew you in Love with Ned Collerick and how much are you older than I am About a year and and a half Sings Occasion 's swift and bald behind Let 's catch her as she runs along She seldom seldom turns again And leaves us always in the wrong Then let 's be merry whilst we may And drive all careful thoughts away For Age will ne're the loss repay Enter Sir Anthony Ha! My Father here Sir Anth. I profess the Girl hâ—s no Taxes to pay no Family to provide for and therefore may be easie in her Mind Well Daughter you have seen my Neighbour the Alderman he 'll prove no doubt a very good Husband Flo. A very peaceable one I suppose for if my Sister is good Natur'd all day he 'll repay the Compliment at night and ne're disturb her rest unless it be with unseasonable coughing 1Sir Anth. Well well Hussie he 's a saving Man and may in time be Lord Mayor I warrant him worth forty thousand Pounds Flo. Why Sir forty thousand Pounds 'T is not above three years since he Swore himself not worth five to avoid the Expences and Trouble of being Sherriff Sir Anth. Ay that might be because he was not married I did so my self Flo. Well Sir and don 't you think it a great Crime Bless me Sir Perjury Sir Anth. No matter no matter for that I say 't was to save Expences and shun a troublesom Office five hundred Pounds is a great Mulct the Man is nothing the worse for that let me see He 's passionate and adicted to anger that 's true but then again he 's a Man of Principles he can pray an hour nay upon occasion tho' he was not bred a Scholar he cou'd hold forth two hours He 's old then by consequence wise for Experience is the Mother of knowledge He 's Covetous why that 's a Virtue Mony is the great Machine by which men mount to Honour and he that holds most on 't gets soonest up But if the Man were Married he 'd mount every day Women are the fâ—rerunners of Preferment and an handsom young Wife has exalted many a Citizen since I can remember Flo. I believe that Sir and if he were my Husband 't is ten to one I should prefer him Sir Anth. How Hussie wou'd you be so impudent Body o' me the Girl 's become wanton make an Alderman a Cuckold Sincerely speaking this Language is not to be suffer'd Let me come at her Mel. For shame Sister forbear my Father 's out of humour Sir Anth. A Sawcy young But 't is no matter the Man is for you and I say think well of him Mel. Sir 't was always my Study to shew my self obedient Flo. Do so Sister Marry this old Trunk of a Man an Alderman in Effigie Aesop compar'd to him appears graceful the Monster in the Tempest why he 's a Beau to him Sir Anth Well Melintha is riper in years and Mistress of more discretion she knows no doubt better how to weigh his Merit In the mean time your Brother Dick is arrived from the University and in a few days he shall be Marry'd to the Alderman's Niece Flo. I hope you know of a Husband for me too Sir Sir Anth. For you young Gentlewoman No you 'll prefer him forsooth you shall live with me to save the Charges of a House-keeper and when I die that is if you behave your self like my Daughter that is vertuously I 'll leave you a Fortune shall prefer you to Quality Flo. Delays are dangerous and I 'm resolv'd to be before hand with ye if my Captain do not fail me Aside Mel. Have you allow'd my Brother a new Suit of fashionable Cloaths Timandra I suppose is not of her Uncle's humour Sir Anth. You say right and tho' the young Man looks handsom in any Cloaths I 've sent my own Taylor Mr. Filcher to Long-Lane with Orders to expend five Pounds and in an hour's time to fit them exactly for his Body Cloaths ready made are cheapest Flo. Ha ha ha five pounds is little enough to provide him in clean Gloves Sir Anth. Clean Gloves why what of Gloves I 've worn these a Year and a half Mel. Sir there are Young Merchants upon the Exchange who have new ones every day Sir Anth. That may be and old Merchants pay for them a young Fellow appears to day gay as the rising Sun trusted by Fools and admir'd by those who know him not next day he 's gone and hunted like a Fox by deep Scented Bailiffs and incens'd Creditors Flo. Well Sir and if old Merchants pay for them young Lords and raw Country Esquires make up the loss Sir Anth. Ay 't is so we owe that to our Wisdom and Experience a Merchant wou'd know no more how to live if young men had the Art of Management than a Country Pedlar to officiat as Lord Mayor of this City But to the point won't five pounds equip the young Man Mel. Fifty may do much Sir to out-rig this Man of War for a Love Engagement he must have a long Wigg Flo. He must change the fashion of his Sword 's Hilt once a Month in a word Sir he must be a Beau.
Alliance by marrying your Brother to my Niece now if you relish the motion 't is a bargain Mel. Sir my Father no doubt has consulted my interest and I have that respect for you which your Virtues exact even from your Enemies Sir Anth. Body o' me 't is an obedient Girl Dick. Why Sir Father what means all this I hope you don't design my Sister shou'd marry this old Spawn of a Sir Anth. Mum Dick mum he 's Rich. Dick. But by Socrates he is not handsom Sir Anth. No matter he has a wealthy Niece Boy and thou may'st come to ride in thy Coach Dick. Uds so that 's fine ride in my Coach then she shall have him by Hercules Sir my Sister has e're now I suppose open'd the Gates of her heart that have been so long barricadoed to the God of Love and given admittance to the Forces of your Charms who have entered with bag and baggage Sir Anth. Ingeniously the Lad speaks like an Oracle Joy of my heart if thou pleadest so well for thy self with Timandra the Cause is won Choll The Young-man has sense and knows how to make use on 't wou'd the Rogue my Nephew were like him Mel. I shou'd be heartily sorry for 't Aside Flo. The Monkey and the Bear or the old Calf doating on the young wou'd I had their Pictures drawn the Alderman wou'd make a handsom piece Aside Dick. Come Sir make up to her uds so you shall marry her her Modesty and Silence are Signa Naturalia of her Consent and good-liking Mel. Wou'd this Young Fool were in the Indies he unmans the old People and fills their Heads with Chimera's and Windmils to a degree of madness Choll Why look ye now Madam as to what your learn'd Brother says about the Signaralia of your good-liking I know not but this I know I have a kindness and a love for You and am willing to joyn hands with you if your Honourable Father and you are both pleas'd for I intend to purchase a House in Lincolns-Inn-Fields for they say that 's a very good Air and I am not so old but I may have Heirs Flo. The old Stag cast Horns three years ago for so long 't is since his Wife dy'd yet once again longs to have the burden renew'd scorns to be half a Citizen and thinks his Head unlike his Neighbours Aside Sir Anth. Why truly I 'm pleas'd so your Niece can love my Son Choll Love him Why look ye now she shall she will she must love him I 'le make the Baggage doat upon him I protest I had almost forgot my self my Passion often has the ascendant of my Judgment but we are all men and subject to Infirmities may I kiss you Fair Lady look ye Madam may I take another oh what a sweet Breath there was a sost Lip and every thing so very oh my lovely young Rosamond my Cassandra my my Mel. Pray Sir don't squeeze my hand thus just so a rugg'd Farmer grasps his Plow Dick. By Aristotle he designs to Plow upon your Ground Sister Mel. Pray Flora relieve me from this insupportable Plague Aside Flo. You see Sir how he handles the Text I knew what his Meditations wou'd come to he scarce has the patience to stay till he 's licens'd by Ecclesiastick Authority but wou'd be in the Pulpit ex tempore Sir Anth. Mum Hussie the Man knows how to behave himself Dick. Uds so this is a fine Hilt finer than my Sir Father's old Oliverian Tilter let me see let me see by Mars a fine Blade too why I cou'd fight like Aeneas and kill twenty such Pimps as Turnus the Art of making Arms is very fine wou'd I had those Vulcan made for the sturdy Son of that impudent Whore Venus when the Poet Sings Illi inter sese multa vi brachia tollunt So so a very good Blade Makes passes at the Wall Chol. I am not very old fair Lady I can walk like my Neighbours I go to the Exchange every day on foot and last week when my Friend Mr. Roundhead's Daughter was Married I frisk'd and jump'd Why I can shake a Leg Madam very nimbly upon occasion so and so For I learnt to dance at thirty years of Age to please my Wife whom I then Courted Ha! Oh! What 's the matter with the young Man Oh Farewel Sir Anthony Good buoy Madam I 'm dang'rously ill on a sudden but I 'll wait upon you when my fit is over A Pox on the young Rogue the glances of his naked Sword have cast me into an Ague Exit Sir Anth. Dick Dick sincerely speaking Dick I 'm sorry for what I see Body o' me you 've frighted the Alderman I know he mortally hates to look upon shining Steel ever since a drunken Bully run him throw the Lungs for a false Arrest at his instance put up Dick put up ingeniously I 'm heartily vex'd 't was an unluky accident but come along with me in the Afternoon you shall beg his pardon when you wait upon your Mistress Exeunt Flo. Well Sister and how did the old Fellow kiss Ha ha was it not a lucky Adventure that the young Fool chanc'd to draw his Sword you know now if you lose the Nephew how to frighten the Uncle into good Nature Mel. Is this a fit time to make reflections Flora 't is dangerous sporting with our ruin Flo. Lord Sister what d' ye mean wou'd ye have me melancholy Mel. No but let 's into my Chamber and there examine our Circumstances accidents unseen may happen witness the relief I just now obtain'd and 't is necessary we shou'd lay down a form of management that every trifle may not put us to a nonplus you know we must see our Lovers this Evening Flo. Come Melintha let no Fears distract your easie Soul Love â—â—all inspire Cunning besides Necessity has often wit begot And rack'd Man's lazy Soul to form a Plot Rouz'd up its sleepy Powers and taught it how T' encounter danger and to conquer too But when 't is to a subtle Woman known Much more of Art and Success too is shown Exeunt ACT III. SCENE I. The Tavern Sir John Winmore Captain Bellair and young Chollerick drinking Sir Jo. CAptain a Health to your Mistress Cares are from Love inseparable Wine for a while may bury half our Pains let 's therefore have a short reprieve from trouble Capt. I own the force of the generous Grape and thought it once omnipotent it turns a man inside out and of a close-minded intriguing Fellow makes a babling Fool it can banish all thoughts of business but Love still keeps the Field 't is a powerful Passion and those to whom Years and Experience in the World have justly acquir'd the name of prudent are baffled from their surly Precepts of rigid gravity and forc'd to sigh and love nay doat as we do Ned. I wou'd not be again at liberty for an Empire 't is but a vain boast and dream of Pageantry we enjoy
between two different Passions which of them reigns with greatest Power Love and Fear divide my Soul and whirl my Blood through this disorder'd frame Ned. I'i take care to comfort you with Timandra's Presence I hope Capt. you have no such Love-qualms at your heart Capt. No faith I go to find my Mistress with that chearfulness with which I 've encountred my Enemies when Martial heat and honour spurr'd me on Courage in Love has often brought success Levell'd the Way for wish'd-for Happiness The Canting Whining Fool young Maids despise Whose only Courtship in his Silence lies Love like our Wine shou'd sparkle in our Eyes Exiunt SCENE II. Enter Alderman Chollerick and Dick. Choll WEll Young man you are very welcome my Neice shall receive you like the Son of Sir Anthony Addle Dick. Uds so I like that Speech very well but by Ovid I know not what to say to her for tho' upon occasion I can let my Sir-father see my Parts and that his Money is well bestow'd upon me in the University yet to speak to a young Lady and a Stranger too Why I can no more do it than go to bed without my Supper or say my Prayers at night without falling asleep Choll Come come no matter for that the Woman knows your Errand bear up to her briskly the baggage loves a confident thund'ring Lover that deal his Oaths by dozens Exit Dick. A thund'ring Lover that deals his Oaths by dozens By Priam I 'll fit her for that Hem hem let me see ay I have it Mum Dick Enter Timand she comes now boy prepare 't is a lovely Wench by Jupiter Madam by Ovid I've almost forget my Complement but stay I must salute her first Madam let the Cannon of my Sighs batter down the Walls of your Resolutions that my Love may ride in Triumph through the Streets of your heart and display the Colours of my sincere affections over the Uds so my Memory will betray me over the why Madam why Madam over your Beauty I 'm a Beau. Stands a Tiptoe Tim. An Eloquent declaration of Love I must confess and spoke like a Man just arrived from the Siege of Namure Dick. Uds so Madam why I came but to Town last night or this morning early from the University where we only fight for bloody Noses or so and scale the Walls of a stately Pye 't is a handsom Coat Tim. And were your Cloaths made at the University Sir you look like a handsom Gentleman Dick. No Madam my honourable Sir-father brought them ready-made in Long-Lane he 's a very Wise man Madam tho' I say 't that shou'd not say 't and yet I know no reason why a man may not commend the Wisdom of his own Father Tim. I presume he may be wise for he has dealt little of his Wilt to his Son Dick. O Lord O Lord your Ladiship is merry with your humble Servant But uds so I forget my thund'ring Complements Madam my heart like Tinder took fire from what took fire from the first sparkle your fair Eyes darted upon me by this Light I love ye by this Right-hand I doat upon ye by Plato and Aristotle I dye for ye and the Wastcoat too is of an exact length Tim. Dye for me Sir Sure ye wou'd not rob the World of its best Jewel Dick. Uds so that 's true I 'm handsom and the World is pleas'd to esteem me and so forth but as I was saying Madam dye for ye why I 'd fight for ye and that 's more if ye consider I 'm a Beau. Tim. How Sir wou'd Beaus rather dye than sight Dick. Yes Madam he wou'd rather be kickt to death twenty times than run to death with a small Sword once but by Juno I 'll box over a Hat with Samson for ye and 't is a bloody dog Madam I warrant him why he câ—n handle a Drey-horse like a Paper-kite I can dance too Madam Tal-la-ra ta-fa-la Sings and dances acquardly Enter Ned Chollerick Ned. Sister Whispers Timandra and Dick listens Dick. Lincolns-Inn-Fields by Vulcan I heard that Ned. And d' ye feel that Imprimis So much for ill manners Ditto to cure your madness Kicks him Dick. Uds so your humble Servant Sir but by Ovid I don't love your Bills tho' of few Articles beat a Knight's Son Uds so the King shall hear on 't that he shall Tim. Are Sir Anthony's Daughters there Ned. Yes I just now came from them after my promise to return in six minutes Tim. Lead the way then I 'll follow your humble Servant Sir I hope you 'll easily pardon that Affront the Gentleman put upon you 't was but a Jest and Beaus such as you are commonly have such pretty Jests put upon them Dick. Have they Uds so I 'll never be a Beau again then by Pan I courted very handsomly till that Rascal came in I never shall forget his Impudence I 've a good mind now to send him a Challenge that I may cut his Throat civilly like a modern Christian but hang that Thought Tyburn stares me in the face already my Sir-father shall see him fin'd some hundreds of pounds imprison'd till payment and oblig'd to find bail for his good behaviour for the future there wou'd be no living if there were not Law for such Rogues to bind them to the Peace Enter Old Chollerick Choll How now where 's my Niece Dick. Niece Choll Ay my Niece Sir Dick. By Ovid as the Latin Saying is Choll I 'll have none of your gabling strange stuff I 'll have nothing to do with Latin no not I I say where 's Timandra where 's my Niece Dick. Why there was a damn'd sort of a fellow I think he 's her Brother at least he call'd her Sister but every Woman may be so to him for ought I know Choll Well and what of him 't is Ned 't is that young Villain 't is and I 'll be reveng'd a knave well go on Dick. And so Sir in he comes Choll It must be he that 's certain the graceless young dog is still at a mischief Dick. Uds so it must be he then for he was at a mischief upon sight Choll What he whom d' ye mean but go on what was he that came in Dick. The Devil Sir Coll. Then 't was Ned 't was my sweet Nephew wou'd the Rogue were faiâ—ly hang'd I must be rid of him that 's certain Well and what say you to this Young-man what say you to 't To what Why Sirrah wou'd you pretend Ignorance wou'd you Yes Sir Yes Sir why look ye now friend thus I 'll teach you your duty thus Sirrah Mercy Sir I beg your Pardon No mercy no pardon you dog I 'll have every bone in your skin broke sirrah ay I will I will you Rogue Dick. Uds so 't is my safest course to remove my body from this place 't is a mad dangerous Family and this Old Curmudgeon may be upon me with a new Bill of Imprimiâ—'s and
Ditto's worse than the former good buye Sir good buye Uds so let me see I won't lose my Mistress I 'll follow to the Walks Exit hastily Choll Well and what did the Rogue when he came in what was 't he said Why this young fellow is gone too Ned has prevail'd upon him to affront me I 'll go and seek the Rascal immediately and if I catch him a Villian a Exit muttering Enter Freelove and Willie Free And so she bid me stay in this Room till she came Was it not so Will. Whaut a deel Sir aur ye deef shoe baud ye tarry here aun no gang awau till she caum benn Free Ben but 't is no matter Willie you must forget Scotland and conform yourself to the Customs of England learn our Accent Will. Nau Sir sheam fau me thaun Customs o Englaun quo Nau nau I 'se do aus our Meast Johoan does pray for yer reformaution in good-bred Scots Aus for yer accent Sir I speak as Father Audaum spauke before me Free Then Adam spoke Scotch Will. Goad aun thaut he did Sir Free But to the purpose to render you a compleat Servant observe these three things keep a due distance speak little and hear much Will. Waud ye learn au Gentleman good manners Free Why dost thou pretend to quality Will. Be my Saul do I Sir we Scotlaun Lauds aur au Gentlemen whun we come tea Englaun thee Waulsh aun Irish aur neathing tea us for quality Free That 's good but remember when the Old Gentlewoman enters you must be silent as a Mute 't is she that helps me to the Rich Lady I told thee of Will. Is 't sua thaun hear ye me Sir I bid ye hea au care err thaun he haud need o au laung Spoon thaut sups we the Deel I waurren her au aul cheat now before I see her Free Ha ha ha why so Willie Will. I kent au Maun o my Kintrey thaut mairied au aul wuther'd Wife thaut scantly cou'd tell whilk was the Stool and whilk her Arse whun she saut upon 't aun sometimes scaurted her Head instead o her Rump the mairiagemauker swear 't she was worth saux thousaun pund staurling aun whun the Gentleman caum tea how muckle d' ye think waus o' t Sir Free Two thousand pounds it may be Will. Twa thousaun pund wa be my saul shoe had na twa hunder Scots Marks yer Englis Womaun will trust her person whaur she wonna trust her purse she may be a rich Hereiss tea day and deel a twa pennys hea the morn gin ye soud chance tea tauke her in between yer sheets Free Away fool some blockhead has inso m'd the Madam I 'm your humble Servant Enter Decoy De. Truly Sir I 'm yours Will. Be me Counscience I waurran her au honourable pick-pocket for I dinna like thaut mumping face o hers De. Well Sir I profess your business has cost me a great deal of trouble I 've been thrice at her Lodgings and gave a Guinea to her Maid In a word Sir I 've smooth'd the way and to morrow you may begin an easy Journey to the Island of Love Will. Be my Saul he haus na a pair o Boots to ride in De. I 'm perswaded your Addresses won't be unwelcom for I have given you a Character nothing inferior to your merit and done every thing with that fervour as if my good or bad fortune had been inseparably linkt to yours Will. The deel be fain o yer auld wheedling Snout Free Madam I 'm sensible of your kindness and thus I express my self Time and future events shall instruct me how much I 'm your Debtor and how to pay Gives Money Will. Haurk ye Sir a word we ye in yer lug keep yer Siller I kent the Captain cheated out o au hunder Guineas by sick anither aul wutch aus this Free Whisper softly sirrah otherwise ye ruin all Will. Ay ay Sir in our Kintry we never buy au meer till eans we ride upon her pay Sir I say whun ye get the Lady aun be hang'd till her Free Sirrah well Madam and when shall I have the happiness of waiting upon the fair Lady De. Sir she expects you to morrow I 'll be there my self in the forenoon and 't is convenient you shou'd come then But Sir as I hinted to you at our first meeting Fortuâ—e has been very unjust to me and I 'm weary of this trade of life 't is but reasonable then in serving others I shou'd serve my self and better my present circumstances in minding yours the Lady has Ten thousand pounds and I demand your Bond only for One Truly I was never Covetous and such a Service merits a greater reward but the câ—nfidence I have in your generosity has taught me to use you kindly Free Madam if I marry the Lady De. O Lord Sir it shall be payable upon no other terms Free To morrow you shall have it in the mean time Madam believe me your humble Servant Exit De. Sir I 'm yours Will. Aun the muckle deel thaunk ye for yer well pay'd for yer pains hark ye aul woman I hope me Maisters siller sall burn the arse out o yer purse before night an be me saul aun ye pit au trick upon him this bred Sword sall let the Sun and Moon shine through ye like a glass-window Exit De. Devil take the Rogue he has almost frighted me out of my five Senses but hitherto all is well pray heaven that impudent Sot were out of the way if he has any influence upon his Master my plot on that side is ruin'd Mischief from small beginnings often flows But to a Mountain in a minute grows Exit SCENE III. Lincolns-Inn-Walks Enter Sir John Winmore and Timandra Capt. Bellair and Flora crossing the Stage Sir Jo. I Won't Madam offer to measure the Extent of your power or say I merit but I 'd have you remember that the World cannot think it strange that an unnatural parent weakens the bond of obedience or that a violent passion shou'd be regarded Tim. Love it seems is a strange passion that of a Lay-man makes an Ecclesiastick and gives you a power to absolve me from that allegiance I owe to my Uncle and my Guardian you 'd have me come to Confession too and say I lov'd Sir Jo. If you did I 'd prove a kind Ghostly father Madam and enjoin more of the same Sin for a penance Tim. Thank ye Sir but I 'm not resolv'd to try the experiment 't is not the way to ease the burden'd mind for I 'm inform'd Love begetteth Fear that Lovers are always uneasy and 't is hard to set the heart again at liberty is 't so Sir Jo. 'T is Madam Tim. And you 'd have me a Companion in misery Sir Jo. No Madam for as in Love there are some pains so there are pleasures to ballance them one kind look from the mistress of our Vows gives a Joy not to be equall'd
the freedom of Salvages ramble wildly from place to place and seek for Shelter beneath the Shade of some deluding Jilt who when a Storm approaches flies away and leaves us naked to the angry Heavens There 's a Happiness in honest Love which fickle Wanderers scorn because they know it not Enter Mr. Freelove Free I 'm your humble Servant Gentlemen I suppose I 've kept my hour Sir Jo. Thou hast done so but pray thee tell me Feeelove for Love was again the subject of our last Discourse hast thou in earnest kept thy Freedom too Art thou not become a virtuous Lover And weary of thy past Freedom where every Port was thy home now resolv'd to run with speed to Land and take the protection of the Church that for the future thou mayst be a lawful Trader in the state of Love Free I confess I am yet a Pirate I scour the Seas fight and am sometimes wounded I encounter Fire-ships and fair Enemies with equal Ardour but seldom retire a Conqueror Ned. On my Conscience I believe thee Free However Gentlemen I 'm now in a fair way towards a Peace to morrow Morning I present my self before my Judge if she accept my Service I 'le enter into Pay and list my self a Member of the Matrimonial Commonwealth Capt. In earnest Jack Art thou firmly resolv'd to abandon thy wonted Freedom thy darling Sins the Follies of thy Youth and take the Penâ—ance of a Wife to expiate thy Guilt Ned. What canting Fool has wheedled thee from thy first Principles and turn'd the Perspective show'd thee a distant Happiness at hand and diminished the present Bliss Sure thou won't be so easily fetter'd Capt. Believe me I 'm sorry thou keep'st not better Company or that thy easie Nature shou'd be debauch'd with vitious Morals why Marriage is a meer drudgery the allay of all those Pleasure Life bestows the reverse of Liberty and a Wife the badge of Slavery Sir Jo. 'T is a promised Heaven ne're found a Fire that glides before the credulous Traveller leads him from his Road with a shew of Light and leaves him at last to mourn his Folly in the dark Capt. 'T is the Lure that serves to cheat an easie Fool And stop his happier flights thro' yielding Air. A while he soars aloft and spreads his Wings Disdains the Earth below him and his Keeper Proud of his Liberty he flies at all And feeds with pleasure on the panting Prey But viewing unawares the artful Cheat He quits the Air and fastens on his Ruin The gaudy Feathers promis'd solid Joys But were design'd at first by subtle Knaves To cheat him of his Freedom and his Pleasure Free Gentlemen you surprise me I thought to have found you all Penitents confessing to one another the madness of past Years and designing a new course of Life but I 've judg'd amiss and had too much of Charity for my Neighbours yet to shew myself a good Christian still I 'le own my Inclinations to Virtue and surrounded with Enemies affirm 't is Wisdom to marry and convenient both for the Body and the Estate Ned. Hast thou spoke the Sentiments of thy Heart Free Yes by my hopes of better Fortune than hitherto I 've known Sir Jo. Let me then embrace thee What we said was only design'd to try thy Virtue no Maxims of ours and by my hopes of success thou art dear to me as a Brother Capt. You are of our Society Freelove Ned. One of Virtue 's Proselytes Jack They embrace him Free Gentlemen I 'm glad you are not what at first your Words seem'd to perswade and that my Judgment since I saw you inform'd me how to chuse a way of living commended by men of so much Prudence and Merit Sir Jo. Where has thy wandring Heart fixt it self is she beautiful can my Friendship be of use for believe me I 'le be proud to serve thee Free I have not yet seen her but am told by others she 's handsom to a Miracle witty beyond belief and of a Fortune sufficient to banish want for ever from my Doors Capt. Her Name Free Luscinda My Modesty and Interest are at wars the last commands me to her and the first tells me my Equipage agrees not with my Pretensions I 've Money too yet cannot find a Servant Capt. Jo. I have one at your Service he 's a troublesome unmannerly Rogue and sometimes possest with the Spirit of Contradiction but of undoubted honesty Free Necessity shall excuse his faults I 'm oblig'd t' ye Captain for this favour and shall make it my study to deserve and re-pay it Capt. I 'm fortunate to my Wish in having the opportunity of showing that esteem I bear thee thou hast pursued extravagant Courses hitherto and I rejoice at thy better Inclinations hoa who waits there Enter Drawer Dra. D' ye call Gentlemen Capt. My Footman Dra. Yes Sir Exit Enter Willie Capt. Come here Willie Will. Whaut waud ye say tell me Sir Capt. Wait upon this Gentleman serve him honestly and execute his Commands with that submission you ever show'd to mine Will. Aun whau wull pay me for my pains Sir Capt. Sirrah you shall be paid Will. Be me Saul I wull seir him thaun aus weil as ever he was seir'd in his days aun gin he hea mein till a bonny Lass ye ken whaut I meen Sir I caun get her brauly for him I se staurt her aus soon aus our Meast Johoan waud staurt his Text whun he has preacht a heal year upon 't Re-enter Drawer and delivers a Letter to Sir John and another to Ned. Dra. I had these two Letters for you Gentlemen Will. Hear ye me Me frein hea ye gotten ony thing for me deel be fain O me gin I haud an Letter saun I caume out o me ain Kintrey what think ye o thaut now Sir Jo. reads They will Lincolns-Inn-Walks half an hour your friend with you yours to command Bellair this Letter concerns thee too Free Gentlemen you are busie and I have already told you how I am to be employ'd Come along Sirrah Will. Sirrau me nea Sirraus Sir the Minister bauptized me Wullie Beetlehead a Scotlaund-Man Free You Rogue did the Parson give you all these Names Willie honest Willie come along Willie Will. Ay Sir whaun I hea tasted the Wine aun drunken tea yer good health Drinkâ— Free This is insufferable Ignorance Kicks him Capt. Down stairs ye mangee Rake use him thus and then expect the effects of good breeding from him Exit Freelove Will. Wung whaut waud the maun be aut my arse is na made of Wainscoat baut gin I haud ye I ken whaur Sir I soud mauke your head as sauft aus an Exit muttering Ned. reads In the Walks your Sister along Sir Jo. Winmore Sir Aâ—thony's Son with her weary of his Company Come Gentlemen let 's fly where Love commands and so much Beauty waits Sir Jo. I feel unusual Motions at my heart 't is hard to say