no delay The minute must be watch'd that guides our Souls to perfect Joys and they who neglect are Fools Fick Well if Impudence be a Grace in a Lover I swear my Lord you have as large a portion as any one I know What man but you durst contradict his Mistress thus Bella. What Woman but you durst provoke a Lover thus Nay one that is to marry you and consequently to have power to Tyrannize over you To lie with you but once a week and then with an ill will too To send you into the Country to look to your Dairy To keep a Mis in Town and live three times beyond my Estate according to Custom Fick It is not also in my power to be false Is my Beauty so mean think you that no one wou'd make Addresses Lies it not in my ability to wheedle you into a Belief of Love and at last to forsake you assure your self it does but Heaven knows I am too constant Bella. A Miracie in Nature A Notion of so strange an extravagance that the very sound is incredible Constancy in Woman is a second Maidenhead 'T is lost e're they know they have it and your Constitution Madam certainly tends that way and the Truth were known Fick He little thinks how right he guesses Aside Bella. But since you are in so ill a humour and are resolv'd to spend this Afternoon here like a Turtle solitarily in your Cage I 'le leave you and strive to divert my self with other Company I have a Present here too which I intended to Dedicate to you but to the Melancholly all things are diâ—â—â—stful Fick A Neck-lace of Pearl I must not lose that so use your pleasure my Lord. The Vertue of a Present seldom makes me fond of any Mans Company Bella. You think I warrant this indifference becomes you extreamly That modish turn of your head and glance of your Eye you imagine was infinitely taking But Madam I am now in a more serious humour and not to be fool'd with such Dilatory motions so begging your pardon for my obstructing your Kinsmans Visit I take leave Fick Well! I am the very'st Fool. I swear my fondness makes you insult over me another Woman wou'd have made you comply and be glad to ask her pardon but my good Nature makes you slight me Bella. No this action has indeer'd my Soul to thee and I am faster thine than ever Oh I could live for ever in thy Arms feed on thy Lips and surfeit with thy Kisses Enter Silvia Silv. Madam the Gentleman is come Fick Unlucky minute Sweet my Lord away I wou'd not have him see you for the World Bella. The Devil blow him hence in a Whirlwind I will obey you but by Heaven with as ill a will as ever Coward faught a Duel but since it must be so adieu Nay do not smile upon me by the Lord I shall tire your Kinsmans patience and stay if you do Farewell A Pox upon him I say Farewell Madam Exit Fick So there 's one dispatch'd I was fain to tell him 'T was a Kinsman to get him gone the sooner stay this is my passionate Lover one that Wooes by Method and speaks blank Verse Now must I change my temper suitable to his Tone and speak in the same stile Let me see When Sapho lov'd Oh Heaven What throngs of woes oppress'd her harmless Breast Very well I have it rarely Now to my Posture This Book Languishing Eyes So And necessary Handkerchief to wipe Imaginary Tears off So The Devil 's in 't if this is not Melancholly enough Here he comes Sits at the Table Enter Manley Manl. Life of my Soul 〈…〉 bright Treasure of the World Queen of perfections and the best Of all thy Charming Sex What Dismal Fate Has caus'd this alteration Why are thy Eyes Late the extreams of Glorious Light now clouded Adding more trouble to the frighted World Than when the Sun Eclipsed threatens a Chaos Fick Pardon my Frailty Sir I have not learn'd the Power to dissemble Who cou'd read The hapless Fate of wretched Ariadne Hear Theseus falshood and the piercing Mones Of a distress'd Maid By Love undone Left all alone within a Desart Isle And not pay Tribute of a Tear or Two to grace the story Manl. 'T was a horrid act And I confess deserves it but in us That Love and Glory in the Passion 't is Not fit Despair should Tyranniz Fick Let them despair that merit no return My passion has been permanent Man And mine The truest Heart that e're obey'd the Dictates Of Loves Imperial Power from that hour That first obtain'd my Eye the happy Object Of your Perfections my poor fetter'd Heart Proud of the Chains of such a Conquering Beauty Resolv'd to Grace the long wish'd Victory With a perpetual Constancy Fick And mine Bless'd with the Pleasure of your Loves Addresses Grew proud of such a Fortune Happy Celia Wou'd I oft cry if thou canst purchase him Thy Race is finish'd th' abstract of all Love Vertue and Valour Then with my Minds Perspective Wou'd I survey your Soul and sigh and covet Love to my sense such pleasing Motions brought That I was lost in my own various Thought Man Sweet Creature Oh my Soul how I adore thee The transport of whose touch has power to kill If I shou'd visit often speak sweet Charmer Will you be always true always thus Constant Fick Constant â— Alas What power have I to change When you posses my Heart Manl. My Soul Fick My Heart Manl. My Life My Vital Spirits Oh Heaven I fool my self in too much Love and dote on my own Happiness Kneels and kisses her Hand Fick He 's finely caught Wit where art thou now Manl. Eiring Philosophers that Knowledge prais'd Above the Bliss of Women Women Delicious Women Women the Quintessence of Nature Heavens Treasures Fram'd to enrich Mankind and make 'em Deities Travel fond Cynick through the spacious Globe Dive through the Sea Thence through the Airy Region Soar to find out new pleasures and at last When thou hast known the Joys of Earth and Heaven Believe with me it terminates in Women Enter Silvia Silv. Madam your Kinsman is below and desires the favour of your Company Fick Unfortunate Minute for Heavens sake Sir begone I am undone if he sees you Heark he 's coming up Manl. Was ever Fate like mine Wear this Sweet Creature and remember me A Ring So adieu Divinest Sweetest Kindest O Heaven Must I begone Exit Manley Fick Ha ha ha I think I did it to the life Silvia didst thou hear our Court Silv. Yes Madam and I swear I pitty the poor deceiv'd Gentleman Fick Pitty him prithee talk no more on 't but who is that below Silv. The Young Brisk Gentleman that fell in love with you yesterday he that your Ladyship gave the Song to Fick Tell him I 'le come to him Exit Silvia Now for a Brisk Airy Humour to agree with the Temper of this Fool. This is the
proof to be given of this Const. There is Sir and to that purpose I brought you hither My Chamber joins to hers whence from a private Closet door you may hear all one of her Suitors is now with her and by their discourse you may soon guess the truth of her treachery for doubtless 't will be amorous enough and very sutable to such an adventure Man O Dam her Dam her Is this her Constancy Madam the Debt of Gratitude I owe you for this discovery is so far above my present ability Const. Good Sir no more of that but follow me Man All her feign'd Caresses come to this a Curse upon the Sex Madam I wait your leisure Ex Ambo Scene discovers L. Fickle in a Morning Gown and Harry sitting L. Fick And cou'd you credit so ridiculous an Asseveration knowing how tender my Caresses have been to ye I thought my actions might have given you sufficient demonstration of my constancy Har. By Heav'n I never doubted it I confess I was a little surpriz'd to hear him say he was at the expence of a six months Courtship and within a Week more it was to terminate in Marriage But now you have told me his intrigue with Madam Constantia I am very sensible of the mistake L. Fick Had I not told you I 'll lay my life you wou'd ha' been jealous Har. No no 'Faith I shou'd not jealous I know I have no cause thou art the Heav'n of truth and in thy breast Astrea reigns and triumphs Suspect thy Faith what Fiend cou'd be so envious I 'll prove thy Constancy as firm as Fate and against all defend it L. Fick So I think I have carry'd matters rarely Aside Har. But Madam pardon me if I presume to ask you why our interview is to be thus i' th' dark L. Fick 'T is because Sir Arthur's coming often into the next Room seeing a Light here will be very apt to come and disturb us Har. 'Sdeath I 've ignorantly left my Sword and Gloves upon the Table there which shou'd he come in would infallibly discover my being here I 'll go fetch 'em immediately Ex. Har. Enter Nurse with a Light in a Morning Gown L. Fick How now what 's the matter Nur. Oh sweet Madam ugh I am so out of breath there 's the basest Plot contriving L. Fick A Plot pritheewhat Plot Nur. Where 's the Gentleman get him into another Room or you 'll both be discover'd immediately L. Fick How prithee by what means Nur. Madam Constantia has watch'd you all this night with an intent to betray you I saw her bring Mr Manley into her Chamber I 'm confident with design to place him where he may hear the discourse 'twixt you and the Gentleman L. Fick Manley brought hither by Constantia her envy now is apparent What shall I do Nurse Nur. Alas I know not Fire the House I think and say you call'd him in for help L. Fick No so dangerous a Remedy must not be try'd Humm I have it Sit you down and personate me our Gowns are alike and in the dark there can be no difference in Faces He 's in the next Room looking for his Sword when he comes feign my voyce and Caress him like a Lover in the mean time I 'll go and with a Counterplot deceive both Manley and Constantia Prosper designs and by this Act I 'll try Which is the Witty'st False One She or I Exit with the light Nurse sits in the Chair Nur. Well I 've known the time when I 've employ'd my self in such an Adventure with a better Will But however I 'll warrant I 'll fit him with a Repertee I am not so old but I can Repertee as well as another if occasion serve Enter Harry with a Sword Har. 'T is so dark that igad I could hardly find the Table Where art thou my Dear Nur. Here my Dear Har. I have been often thinking on the products of time and have often wonder'd how they employ'd themselves before the Deluge When Love was like the storming of a Castle attain'd by violence not as now with fair words address and insinuation Men were not then such Fools to kiss a Glove fall on their knees and sigh igad they were wiser in those dayes Kisses and embraces her Nur. Fie fie I protest you are not civil D' ee know who I am Enter Manley peeping and Constantia Const. D' ee hear 'em Sir They 're yonder in th' Alcove Man I do Madam and am sufficiently confirm'd in her treachery but hush let 's observe Const. Sir Ill go and get a Coach to the Garden gate that you may get away undiscover'd I think Ex. Constan. This was well plotted Nur. I protest methinks your carriage is too Licentious and in my opinion you treat me ill Your Love shou'd still be cloath'd with a respect due to my Youth and Beauty But I vow you 'r so wanton Man Very well she 'll deny this anon Aside Harr. Can any ill arrive from so much Love I swear there cannot Madam your charms are ingraven in my heart and in my soul your virtues I die when you are absent and 't is your influence that raises me from death to new-born life and makes me currant from the dross of Nature Nur. Give me no cause to doubt what you have said I then shall be contented but I protest you Men are so subject to flatter and we poor tender young creatures are so apt to believe that it often proves very prejudicial Man She doubts his Love oh death I shall want patience Harr. To flatter thee by Heav'n 't is a thing so far from me I hardly know its meaning Let Parasites such as get Bread by fawning flatter their Patrons Let the empty Fopp that 's sensible of some defect in Nature and sees the little beauty in his Mistriss flatter her to exalt it but in me it wou'd appear a Crime unpardonable your Lustre wants no foiles but like a Diamond in his Native Rock you shine without the aid of Art or Flattery Nur. Now by my quondam Maidenhead this is very pretty well Sir you shall find my heart Coughs Man And Lungs pray Heaven wou'd she might Cough 'em out she has catch'd cold with sitting up so late Oh damn'd Incendiary Aside Harr. Could I live out Methusalah's long Age or number Years with the old Patriarchs and every day study new Themes of Virtue I could not merit half so great a blessing brightest of Women fresher than the Dew that early sits on Roses oh I 'm rapt with my own happiness Nur. Well as I 'm Virtuous this is fine I see I shall not be able to hold out long I shall grow bold with him I hope Sir my Love deserves this from you you have entire possession of my heart and tho' I have broke my faith with all my other Suitors I 've kept it firm for you Enter L. Fickle behind him L. Fick Sir Sir Pulls him Man Limb of
shall do well enough The Coat of the Tilbury's new-coin'd Udshash 't is as old as Tilbury Camp and that was in the same year with Noahs Flood Const. Insufferable Impertinence They may well be Brothers for their united Folly out-vies their Consanguinity Enter Manley Manl Madam the Mail may now boast of a Happiness unparallel'd enjoying the sweetness of your Company Arb. Still your Rhetorical Vein Mr. Manley you consider not the weak Capacities of Women Manl. Yes Madam I may consider it but am sufficiently satisfied in my knowledge of your Capacity to think it mean But me thinks your looks are not so lively as 't is usually Your Eyes have lost part of their fire No late loss I hope Madam has caus'd this alteration Arb. None Sir only a little molested with the present heat and the continual buzzing about of Flies that haunt me Manl. Flies I understand you Madam Tob. Come I think we had best go Here 's some mischief hatching Zech. I 'le not stir upon honour what a Pox he dares not draw in the Mail. Manl. Sir I see your Presence has the misfortune to be distastful to these Ladies to whom I have the honour to be known Therefore 't will become you and your Brother Fop there to leave 'em and retire to your better Conveniences Zech. Brother Fop Sir Upon honour you licence your Tongue by the priviledge of the place such an attribute should not have pass'd unreveng'd else but Sir a time will come Manl. When I shall cut your Throat Sir Come Ladies I 'le be your Guardian Let these Mushrumes stand if they dare The respect I bear the Noble Company that usually walk here ties up my Sword but if they sleep on 't hang me Ex Manl. and Ladies Tob. Udshash I 'le go hire a Coach and into the Country immediately Zech. The Country Such another word and I 'le renounce thee forever Prithee think no more on 't He 'l be hang'd before he 'l challenge us Tob. I see he has a murd'rous intention and 't is an act of prudence to be careful Enter Flaile Flail Oh have I found you at last I wonder where the Dickins you ramble ch'have search'd all the Coffe-housen and Taberns 'twixt this and Westminster for you What by th' Mass my young Mr. Toby turn'd Gallant too Whoop by Coxounty what a change is here Come you must go to Sir Arthur Oldloves to your Father by th' Mass he 's almost out on 's wits for you Zech. Go Bandog tell him we come and Sirra bid him get a Bottle of Claret and a Neats Tongue ready Go Brother come cheer up Pox on t a Rencounter is nothing when thou art us'd to 't Prithee let 's be merry Tob. If this Man had not come to disturb us I could have been very merry Udshash I could have beaten the Woman into a Jelly but no matter Time and Experience shall mend all Exeunt Scene 2. Enter Madam Fickle and Silvia Fick Is he come give me the Glass Silv. Yes Madam and I 've led him into the Parler I protest he 's a handsome Man and one that in my opinion little deserves the Cruelty you intend him Fick Call you Affection Cruelty Silv. Flattery in Affection is extreamest Cruelty I know you love him not I have heard you often confess it and to possess him with a belief you do and at last dash his hopes with a denial is a horrid Torture Fick I am glad he moves your Pity Do you love him Silv. I commiserate his Fortune his love is a Happiness too high for me but good Madam let me presume to ask the reason why you use all your Lovers thus Fick Well in hopes to make thy diligence the surer I 'le tell thee why 'T was my unhappy Fate some three years since to fall in love To give away my Heart and throw my self into the Arms of One of mean discent and also slender Fortune Yet had Destiny So link'd my Soul with his that each kind glance Shot from his darting Eye me thought went through me I lov'd nay and ador'd with so much zeal I cou'd have dy'd nay willingly been tortur'd I thought he could not wrong my Innocence for then I Swear I was so innocent I knew not what sin was Yet this deluding Wretch this base Seducer although I slighted all for him laught at my fervent Passion scorn'd and left me and when I thought his Heart Was mine for ever 't was then most treacherous and farthest From me Therefore I 've made a strict and solemn Vow on the whole Sex to execute revenge Flatter and Wheedle all I can and ever To practice to ensnare but to love never Silv. The strangest revenge I ever heard but I doubt not Madam in a short time Love will alter your condition Fick I 'le venture that Go and Conduct him hither and fetch thy Lute and sing Exit Silvia SONG Beneath a Shady Willow near A Rivers purling Streams Astrea Careless of her Sheep With folded Arms lay fast asleep Possess'd with Golden Dreams Her working faculties supply'd with drowzy sleep deny'd For oft she 'd sigh and smile and grasp the Air Thinking her much-lov'd Celadon was there But as this sleeping harmless Maid Lay rap'd in silent Ioy. Possessing all that could be saught In setter'd sense or happy thought Her Swain came fishing by He eager of such rapting Bliss awak'd her with a Kiss She Blushing rose and cry'd unhappy Fate l Ah Celadon thou now art come too late Enter Bellamore Bella. Mirror of Beauty Abstract of perfection Sweeter than Banks of Roses and more Glorious than the Bright Empress of the Ruddy Morn when early Titan rises Fick So early in your florid Vein my Lord. I thought that 12 at night had been always your facetious hour For Heavens sake no more of this You 'l lose your self in these Hyperboles Bella. To lose my self in you were to find Heaven hah Gad Me thinks I have express'd my self in as decent A whining Method as 't is possible for a Lover to do Come shall we abroad my Coach is at door Prithee let 's to the Park t' is a fine Evening Fick No I am oblig'd to stay at home to receive the visit of a Kinsman that sent word he would wait on me Bella. A Pox on Kinsmen Gad we have other Business than to mind Relations in these Cases an assignation disappointed with one of them is no more than the telling of a Lye or an ordinary Frailty but to spoil an amorous Intrigue when persons are not at all times provided i'gad 't is a most inhumane offence and merits condign punishment in the World to come Fick Ay Sir but this is such a Kinsman Bella. Such a Kinsman Why the nearer he is related to you the better he may stay The cold business of Consanguinity is seldom ty'd to an hour once a week or a month will serve the turn well enough but the pressing affair of Love brooks
most easie Fop of all my Pretenders There needs no Net for him his own actions are His best Betrayers The other two I confess have More wit But what then Love makes a Dunce of a Councellor and their fondness proves as prejudicial As t'others folly O Men Silly Men That fetter'd with A Smile forget the Business of their Creation the Motives Of their Honour and the safety of their Countrey Thus Far my revenge is prosperous and I 'le forward My Panthers Breath shall draw em to the Snare my Tongue shall Charm my Smiles kindle Loves Fire in their amorous Souls till they 'r scorch'd severely then forsake 'em Whilst in my Breast my Heart obdurate Flint Shall hear and yet not pitty Thus all shall know that were like me refus'd No Serpent like a Woman when abus'd Exeunt Finis Actus Secundi ACT. III. Scene 1. Enter Sir Arthur Oldlove ridiculously drest hung with Medals Tilbury Jollyman Dorell A Table with Scull Sword Vial Shooing-horn Box and Picktooth cum caeteris Sir Arth. SIR 't is no matter what the World thinks The World think why let it think I say once agen 't is such as we redeem lost time from its Chaos of Confusion Is there any thing more pleasant than Antiquities The knowledge of the distinction of Ages or the deeds and manners of the Ancient I say is there any thing more pleasant Oh happy Romans that took this into consideration for my own part I am nothing a man of Ignorance a meer Reptile in these Rarities Ioll. Every man in his humor and let the World rub Appetite and Fancy are two great Monarchs that sway Mortality and hang pinching udsbores 'tis fit they shou'd be satisfi'd but good Sir Arthur what are these Doubtless these are Rarities too Sir Arth. Right Sir and such Rarities that were their worth valu'd the West-Indies were too small to purchase them Tilb. I warrant this has been some Princes or great mans Scull ' sbodikins he looks still with the face of Authority Sir Arth. Fie fie Sir your Hat on This Relique shou'd be toucht with reverence but your ignorance must excuse all Pray stand a little back and give attention This Scull this noble prudent politick Scull once belong'd or as I may more properly say was pertinent to the Body of St Gawaine a Knight of the round Table Tilb. St Gawaine A Dutchman was he not I believe I know some of his Relations Sir Arth. A Dutchman oh insupportable Sir did you ever know a Relique made of the Scull of a Dutchman No he was a Britain Sir a hardy Britain and Nephew to the famous King Arthur of happy memory and this Scull was late resident in Dover Castle brought thither by a fam'd Antiquary whose name time has outworn and since purchas'd by me to illustrate this City amongst the rest of my memorable Antiquities Ioll. Very well Sir proceed Sir Arth. And this here is the fam'd Hero Sir Lancelot du Lake's Sword Tilb. I 'll warrant this has been the death of many a Constable but methinks Sir Arthur the Rust has been a little too bold with it Sir Arth. Ah Sir Rust adds to an Antiquity 't is our Friend And we that are skill'd in these matters can by the Rust on a Sword tell how long it has been durable Ioll. Hang pinching 't was well discover'd I see a man may live and learn tho' he be never so old good Sir forward Sir Arth This here is a Shooing-horn d'mark me Hats off still pray observe it a Shooing horn Ioll. 'T is so Call Servant Sir Arth. This Shooing-horn Gentlemen the first that ever was invented was with reverence be it spoken the necessary implement of the Queen of Sheba and left by her careless Chambermaid at Ierusalem after her visit to King Solomon Tilb. By St Iago an admirable discovery ' sbodikins who would have thought so much ancient Honour could depend upon a Shooing-horn Ioll. Very strange very strange by St. Iago as you say but the stranger the merrier the merrier the better company and so hang pinching let the World rub Sir Arth. This is the Silver-box that Nero's Beard was kept in 't was in the Vatican 300 Years and lately presented to me by a Friend of mine a man of great authority in Rome Tilb. Somewhat like a Tobacco-box Sir Arth. No comparisons good Sir but observe this is the Rubbing-Brush of Silvius Otho and this the Picktooth of Heliogabalus Ioll. Carefully preserv'd from the ruines of time To grace your Study Sir Arthur Sir Arth. Lastly this last tho' most precious and best of all my Reliques this Vial is full of the tears of St. Ierom in former Years pendant upon the Spire of St. Sepulchres Steeple but by my indulgent care and great charge redeem'd from thence when the City was on fire Tilb. A thing of moment Sir and worth your diligence Enter Servant Serv Sir there 's two Gentlemen below desire admittance Tilb. Sbodikins my sons my sons Sir Arthur I order'd them to come hither that they might see the Ladies you writ me word of Friend shew 'em the way up Ex. Serv. Sir Arth. You did well Sir Dorell go see if my Neece be at leisure and bid my daughter come hither Ex. Dor. Ioll. Ay ay come hang pinching let 's see the Lady let Women make up the Consort and then let the World rub there 's mirth and frolick in 't but without Women udsbores 'tis prolix 't is impertinent 't is every thing ill and nothing well hang pinching Women Women I say Tilb. Well said 5-and-50 by St. Iago thou grow'st young agen thou' rt a very Boy Ioll. Not frozen not frozen heart whole and warm enough to keep out Weather udsbores when I was 1-and-20 I was the sprightly'st Fellow I cou'd have sung and danc'd and leapt and jumpt hey troll faith but 't is past now however I am sound hem not so old but I am a jolly man still and hang pinching let the World rub Sir Arth. Well I say still there 's nothing so becoming as Gravity Enter Zechiel Toby and Flaile Tilb. Zechiel my Boy how dost thou kiss me sirra s'bud I am glad to see thee they tell me y' are grown an arch Wag hah how now what Metamorphosis sirra where got you them Cloaths To Tob. Tob. Now must I give him a private Item or this ignorant old Fool will disgrace me before all the compay Takes him aside Tilb. Oh! are they so Sir Well God give ye joy But Zechiel prithee what News in Town Dost thou thrive hah Zech. Thrive there 's a Salisbury question already upon Honour 't is pity my Father was no better bred Sir the nourishing facundity pertinent to our sphere has bestow'd a better Talent on me than can be possibly acquir'd by Fortunes donation and therefore Noble Sir Arthur I sue to kiss your hand I was so bury'd in my Fathers Caresses that I protest my eyes were Traytors Sir Arth. Sir I
the Devil I hear her Madam I hear her L. Fick You should not hear 'em Sir pray come back they are Lovers Man Lovers Dam 'em Have a little patience I 'll wait on you immediately L. Fick I Swear you 're uncivil Sir thus to disturb e'm for heaven's sake come away He turns back sees her and starts Man Wonder of wonders Is there two Celia's or Am I in a Dream Nurse Yonder 's a Light Let 's step in here I fear Sir Arthur's coming Ex. Harry and Nurse L. Fick What ailes you Sir For heav'ns sake why d' ee stare so d ee yee not know me Man By Heav'n I know not Are you Celia L. Fick What strange questions are these You know I am Man And Is that yonder Celia too L. Fick Heav'n What a humour 's this That Celia No 't is a Lady that lodges here one that Mr. Iollyman Courts Man Young Iollyman L. Fick Iollyman yes What d' ee wonder at if this humour hold you need not counterfeit a Madness Man By heav'n you are right I am mad stupid insensibly mad and have been so these three hours 'Sdeath Was ever any thing so strange as this sure I 've been enchanted pray Madam give me leave to question yee Where have you been all this night L. Fick In my Chamber Sir expecting you Man Who told you I was here L. Fick Constantia I met her coming up stairs and seeing me she brake into a violent laughter and asking her the reason she told me she had put a pleasant trick upon you and then fell a Laughing till she shook agen Man I'gad I have been trickt that 's the truth on 't Oh the Devil Am I thus abus'd L. Fick This from a Woman that lov'd yee is very strange Who did you expect to find Man You she told me you was in that Alcove and plac'd me to hear you where I have stood this half hour in the most insufferable Torture the Agony of jealousie and despair that 't is impossible to express it L. Fick Me Did you expect me there and after all my actions to declare my unspotted constancy Are you still jealous ingrateful man Was ever woman so unhappy Will nothing 〈…〉 Weeps make you credit me I Swear I am the most unfortunate of Women How has my Soul and Heart been fetter'd to you How have I dreamt of you and thought a look to any other man was an offence to Love slighted the Oaths of Gallants shun'd their presents despis'd their persons and refus'd their guifts all all for you And do you still suspect me Would I could be unconstant wou'd I had the power to be so that I might revenge my self Oh misery still suspected Weeps Man If she be false there 's no such thing as truth I 'll credit it no more Madam I see my error and thus low sue for pardon 'T is my last tryal and I will henceforth more adore thy vertues than ere I did suspect e'm Thou art the soul of Truth so excellently good Nature is proud of her great work nor will I ever be betray'd agen into the gulf of jealousie but live blest in thy love the Prince of all content and dye old in thy Armes Fick You will relapse agen Man Never by Heav'n by this kiss I 'll never Enter Constantia Const. Come Sir the Coach Sees Fick and starts Man May return agen if it please Madam your servant you see your plot han't took Ex. Man and Fick Const. This Devil has outwitted me nay in this plot which I thought so securely laid it was impossible to break it Her cunning is so prosperous that I believe Hell designs her for the onely person to wheadle Souls with I 'll try once more And if my next plot hit not right give o're Ex. Const. Enter Harry and Nurse Bellamore after Bell. Here they are I have from yonder dore now too late resented her treachery Dam her was mine a heart to play with Was there not Fools enow to feed with hope but she must flye me but I ll revenge my self immediately Harr. Here 's some body coming towards let 's retire my Dear Bell. Sir I have a Message first Strikes him Harr. Such Messages are thus to be return'd Drawes and fights Nurse Ah help help Murder murder help help Enter L. Fickle with a Candle L. Fick What 's the matter Nurse Oh heav'ns my Lord Bellamore and Mr. Iollyman How came you hither at this time of night Bell. ' Sdeath What a mistake is this Have I fought for this pippin Looking amazedly at Nurse Harr. Zounds Have I bestow'd all my Caresses and Courtship to night upon this Beldam Nurse Well Sir I shall find a time to requite your favours for all your jesting Ex. Nurse Bell. Gad I thought it had been you Madam Harr. And so did I by Heav'n I durst have sworn 't was her voice Bell. Your thoughts were ill imploy'd Sir in a thing that so little concerns you I hope you have no pretences here Harr. How Sir no pretences Ha's any man Fick ' Buz 'Sdeath are you mad why this Stops his mouth is the person my Uncle designs me to marry To Harry Bell. Nor is this boldness pleasing Sir L. Fick My Lord for heav'ns sake what d' ee mean Will you ruine all This is the very Gentleman my Uncle designs for my Husband and if he knows you are his Rival I 'm undone Enter Manley Man Come Madam Whither do you run by heav'n I 'm so melancholly without you ha' my Lord Bellamore and Iollyman ' Sdeath What new intrigue's this L. Fick O Fate Is he come too What a spiteful minute is this Aside Why Sir What d' ee mean D' ee not see my Lord there unknown To be he supt with Sir Arthur to night and has chosen this Minute to accost me Stare stare counterfeit your self Mad or we are lost Then leave the rest to me Pray Sir to bed Aloud this To bed Fye What mean you by this unseasonable rambling Sir Arthur will be very angry if he knowes it Stare stare Bell. Iack Manley here at this time of night Hark'ee Madam What makes him here L. Fick Sir Arthur seeing him in his mad fit brought him hither to night with intent to administer a potion which he had made for Lunatick persons and it seems they left his Chamber dore open and he is got out Look look how he stares Harr. Gad 't is a miracle to me to see him thus I have often heard him say Love is the Parent of Dullness and Wine of Madness Madam How came his misfortune L. Fick Love Sir Love Passion for one Celia a Lady i' th' Town here an obdurate inconstant person I have heard and it seems she has wheadled him into this condition Man She shall be drest in Flames Pendants of Ice shall hang at either eare and cool her as she burnes whiz buz shugh Bough she 's gone ha ha ha Ah Celia How sweet were thy amours
Bell. A good Theme Sir worthy of your Wits invention no doubt a great piece of ingenuity Aside Zech. Come my witty Devottees of Venus You must be assistant here To three Wenches Hey Drawer where are you Sirra Enter Drawers with an empty Butt Come hither Toby thou shalt personate god Bacchus Give him Wreath there and a Bumper Come up up advance into the Throne Tob. gets on the Butt So now Ladies kneel and pay obedience to your Emperor My Lord I must beg your Lordship to bear part in the Ceremony There on that side my Lord Drawer give every one a Glass Flourish Musick and drink Hey Flourish all drink Tob. How do I present it ha methinks it becomes me very well Zech. Look big look a little bigger you know the Effigie Ioll. By the Lord Harry I 'll kiss thee for this my Darling of the dark-Well I am resolv'd to disinherit my Son and adopt thee hang pinching I 'll do 't Boy and let the World rub Zech. Come now to the Song and let all parts be ready for the Chorus SONG Bacchus thou mighty Power Divine Great God of Mirth and sprightly Wine Behold us here that Kneeling show The Duty that we owe We through thy influence rejoyce And thus with free and chearful voyce The Fame and Praises sing Of Bacchus our great God and King Chor. 'T is Wine 't is Wine that still controuls And Fame and Love must both strike Sail There lies such vigor in full Bowls The Fate of Princes can't prevail The Wreaths of great Heroes his Altar shall Crown Whil'st the Grave and the Prudent bow down When Beauty darts a smiling Beam Our Souls are 〈…〉 by Loves extreme But one brisk Glass takes Care away And yields us back the Prey No Fate of Love or piercing Dart Can wound when Wine surrounds the heart Still guarding it from Care It baffles Fate and slights the Fair. Chor. 'T is Wine 't is Wine c. Dance Ioll. Spark let me embrace thee ' udsbores thou art the Mirror of our Age and hast the best principles of English Gallantry I ever saw Ah would I were but 5-and-20 for thy sake but come hang pinching 't is well it 's no worse as my friend Hearty sayes Zech. What think you my Lord is it not Modish by Heav'n 't is new that 's one good property and I believe 't will take very well Bell. Sir if you will take my opinion in this business I think it an excellent Invention and were I you I wou'd have Books printed that the World may not be ignorant ' igad you have this encouragement the Press has been troubled with matters of less consequence Tob. I tell you I have 200 l. a Year I 've my Lands free and unmorgag'd and am resolv'd to keep a Miss according to the Mode therefore speak now or for ever hold your peace 1 Wench But which of us would you have Sir Tob Either of you Udshash I 'm a right Countrey Squire any thing will serve my turn if the properties be not wanting What 's your price 1 Wench Why in truth Sir I have had 40 s. a Week but in kindness to a Man of your Complexion I 'll abate a Crown Tob. My Complexion ah wheadling Queen Ioll. Come Sirra Drawer fill each his Glass Hey Let the World rub and let 's have t'other Song Enter Flaile Fla. Zong quoth a Lord zave us a Zong pray pray good folks pray oh oh Zech. How now Bandog what makes you howl thus ha Fla. Howl by Coxnowns you 'll howl too if you stay longer y'have kill'd a Mon yonder he that you quarrel'd with about your Crack there 'slid she have a good mind to crack her for 't and God save his Soul they think he 's dead The Constable and a Regiment of Beggars I mean Bilbo's are searching for you and just coming up the street uds-diggers up you go if they can catch ye Oh that ever the ancient Family of the Tilburies should come to such disgrace 2 Wench Nay then this is no time for Merchandizing Exeunt Wenches Zech. Malicious Fortune Heav'n what shall I do if I am taken I shall certainly be hang'd Bell. Pox not for killing a Man in Term-time Sir you know the Town 's full Ioll. Hang'd Heav'n defend my merry Wag is' t come to that Hang'd Gentlemen your Servant I 've a little earnest business Bell. Nay Sir leave not your Friends in adversity for my part I 'm resolv'd to stick to 't if we are hang'd Tob. If we are hang'd quoth a Ah Lord the very word has put me into an Ague Bell. If we do miscarry Sir why let the World rub as you say Tob. Ay ay you need not fear you are a Lord you 'll come off well enough 't is we shall stretch for 't udshash nothing vexes me but that I cannot stay to perform my bargain with Mrs Iuniper there A noise without Hark they come the Devil take the hindmost Runs into the Tavern Zech. And so say I. Bell. Dam ' em Are they gone What Scarabs are these to trust a Tavern security beyond a Sword What Sirra are you creeping away too turn back and help to defend you Dog or Noise within follow follow Fla. O Lord Sir I defend Sir Bell. Fight Sirra and fight valiantly too or by this Steel Fla. Well Sir I will I will oh what will become of me Ioll. Come my Lord have at 'em since it must be so here 's old Madge has not seen Sun these 20 Years shall be scowr'd in some of their Guts rather than I 'll be taken udsbores I have been valiant in my time Bell. I must quickly dispatch for fear of a disappointment with my Corinna Enter Constable and Watch. Const. Oh here they are Caitiffs Rogues Murderers down down with 'em my Men o' Midnight fall on in the Kings name fall on They fight Constable and Watch are beaten off Enter Toby Tob. No hole ne'r a corner to creep into This is the worst contriv'd house I ever saw Hangd did he say Marry Heav'n defend I am too raw a Bully to venture hanging yet oh well remember'd ifaith here 's the Butt the Throne of Baccbus as Zechiel calls it this will be a rare place to secure my self in gets into the Butt the Devil 's in 'em if they search here I 'll stay till the Cry is over and then home to my Lodging I love a Debauch till it comes to Fighting but then methinks it grows troublesom Hark here they come now close like a Coney in a Burrow Re-enter Constable and Watch. Const. Why Neighbors we were mistaken these were none of those that hurt the Man I am told 't was two Brothers and that they were dog'd to this Tavern Come come they must be here still let 's in and see Ex. Enter Zechiel above in a Baloony Zech Was ever poor Night-walker in such distress What shall I do They are searching within and the damn'd Rogues are
when you dare demand it all falshood I deny nor can I condemn my self with carrying on a Love intrigue with policy Har. ' sDeath I see I am baffled at last these are two of her Suitors I it seems the third but I hope her choice will dissipate all doubts Sir Arth. My Lord and Gentlemen your humble Servant may I request to know what bus'ness brings you hither so early Bell. I suppose my business is not unknown I come Sir Arthur to pay my devotion to the charming Corinna Har. And I mine to the glorious Cleio Man And I the particular tender of my heart to the adorable Celia Sir Arth. Corinna Cleio Celia They are names of Antiquity I confess But for Heav'ns sake express your selves more largely Gentlemen I know none of the persons Arb. Now the Plot begins to be discover'd now we shall know all Const. Prithee do but observe the alteration of countenances oh this was a subtle Devil Bell. Your Neece Sir Arthur the rich Widow I have had the honour to be long interest'd in her favour and she commanded me to wait on her this morning and promis'd publickly to make choice of me Man By Heav'n she promis'd to make choice of me Har. Nay gad she promis'd to make choice of me Bell. Was ever such insufferable impertinence Sir Arthur I protest by my honour all I say is true and by virtue of her premeditated choice and election I am the Man Man Death What impudence is this I say by virtue of her choice I am the Man Har. Hell and Furies I say I am the Man Sir Arth. Hey day What are all of ye the Men By the Threshold of Mahomet's Temple this is very fine Has she a tripartite Husband a threefold Father of Children But hark ye Gentlemen let us come nearer to the business for as far as I can perceive you have mistook the house Here are no Chio's nor Celia's nor Corinna's under my roof I can assure ye 'T is true I had a Neece a Widow and such a Fortune as you describe who is this day gone I think to seek her Fortune hâ—r name is Fickle sure she cannot be the person you seek after Bell. 'T is so We are all most finely gull'd I find it oh 'sdeath now could I eat my flesh for madness dull Blockhead not to perceive her Wheadling Man Fickle is her name Dam her she has been fickle enough I see oh Hell Hell Were ever hopes so frustrated 'T is plain now she has entertain'd us all with equal Caresses and by taking a several name has thus long kept us ignorant Har. Sure there must be some Plot in this Sir Arthur pray be particular in the Narration is she certainly gone Sir Sir Arth. Why Sir upon my Honour and the Honour of our Family I protest Sir she is certainly gone Sir Har. The Devil go with her Sir oh confusion seize her after all my hopes and fears and doubts am I thus abus'd Arb. Oh Heav'n Was it possible your Lordship shou'd be so deceiv'd Nay by a person that shou'd ha' been proud of the honour she receivd in the Amours of a Man of Quality who was unsensible of any beauty but the charms of Corinna nothing cou'd penetrate but the eyes of Corinna Nor nothing appear attractive but the Person and Mein of Corinna Const. I protest Sir I pity you Heav'n knows how constant you have been how ador'd Celia dreamt of Celia sigh'd for Celia Mourn'd out the tedious Night in meditations and visited the light with thoughts of Celia and now to have so strange a Metamorphosis an ungrateful Fickle instead of a constant Celia by Heav'n 't is great Tyranny in Fortune Man Well Madam well Enter Lady Fickle L. Fick Sir Arthur your Servant permit a stranger somewhat interest'd in your present affair the liberty of speaking a word or two Sir Arth. Sir any Man that wears the presence of Gent. has liberty to express himself here L. Fick Then briefly and boldly thus My Lord and Gentlemen I know you better than you imagine you are all Pretenders to my Lady Fickle a person to whom my private inclinations have been long devoted and having last Night the honour of kissing her hand she in tears told me she had deserted Sir Arthur's house only to be rid of your troublesom impertinences she also did me the favour to desire me to give you this assurance That she hated you all three and her former proceedings with you have been only to divert herself with your ceremonious Addresses Bell Sure 't is impossible a Woman shou'd be such a Devil Dare you prove this Man Dam him this is the impudentst young Hector I ever met with Har. Hark ye dare you fight Sir L. Fick Yes Sir with you if you dare Sir Fight Blood of the Heroes d' ee question it There 's my Glove I 'll sight you all three appoint your place and time Man The Soul of a Gyant by Heav'n a very Devil in decimo sexto L. Fick I scorn to win a Lady of her perfections with the loss but of a drop of blood a River full I say my veins drawn dry and on the active gore fierce atoms darting to win my Love through streams of Death and Horror I 'll bathe my Lips in gore kiss bleeding Wounds cleave Helmets stand a Breach and dare a Cannon divide a Heart in two hah hah 't is done Soul of Belona I 'll exhaust a Flood turn Earth to Chaos Oceans into Blood Consume your timorous cringing Amorists that would possess their Heav'n but dare not bleed for 't Blood is my Province therefore with you all am I resolv'd to fight A single Man 's too poor for my Revenge All all I say and all at once 't is base else Bell. This is the daringst young Rogue I ever saw I must dash his hopes Hark'ee young Huffing Sir no more of this here follow me you shall find one of us sufficient to cut your Throat L. Fick All or none by Heav'n I will not fight else Dor. Now is the time and this mysterious Plot shall be no longer hid fie fie my Lord I thought your Lordship cherish'd too much honour ever to draw your Sword against a Woman Omn. A Woman Dor. Look on her well Sir Arthur My Lord and Gentlemen d' ee not know her Nay Madam blush not all must out You must be discover'd This is the very person you are speaking of my Lady Fickle your Cleio Sir your Celia and your Corinna my Lord Sir Arth. By Pharoah 't is the same I know her now Why how Neece L. Fick Discover'd and i' th' end of all my Plots what Devil told this Fellow my designs Well Uncle 't is I. Bell What in your Masquerading habit Madam if I may presume what intrigue to night are you designing for L. Fick 'T is frustrated my Lord you might have known else Man Ungrateful Creature Was I so desertless Was my hearts passion so far
show'r my afflicted thoughts into her perfidious breast Harr. What say'st thou was it not pleasant what a pox not a word methinks thou dost not rellish my discourse Man As well as a Rival can Sir One that has the fate to follow the wheel of your Chariot whilst you triumph in Loves Empire Hark'ee for your further satisfaction this Woman you speak of is my Mistriss too the very same person intimated in this Letter one that I have Courted this six Moneths and was in hopes within a week more to have Marry'd Hart. How Sir Marry'd to my Mistriss Man Ay Sir to our general Mistress for as far as reason imbellishes my judgment I am apt to believe you and I come but in the Reer of twenty more Harr. Now the plots unravell'd I begin to have a knowledge of the visitant Kinsman that us'd to molest us Man One of which I 'm of opinion often usurp'd your shape all will out at last Sir And I 'm resolv'd I 'll not rest till I 'm resolv'd that I may be in a capacity of revenging my self in the blood of him that dares usurp my right in her affection Ex. Manly Harr. Fortune was a damn'd Jilt to make me discover my intrigue nay to my Rival The onely man I shou'd conceal it from Well I must not sleep in this business if she be false my loss is the less but if constant My Sword my Rival's claimes must strait remove Bravely he dies that Victim falls to Love Exit Enter L. Fickle Arbella and Friendlove disguis'd Arb. So much Beauty and so many attractive graces I know cannot want adorers but too many Lovers Madam in my opinion is like too much Money The abundance of enjoying takes away the pleasure of possession L. Fick What you call much Beauty in Me is so little that this complement you make me argues Madam a defect in your judgment and as to my servants which you call my adorers they are so few and those so meanly fetter'd that I am beholden to fortune more than Beauty for the credit I have got in the World Arab. Fy fy I swear yon wrong your self your perfections are the general discourse of the Town Fick The Impertinence of Fops and Citizens a man of wit can find a better subject Arb. I hope you think my Lord Bellamore a Wit and to my knowledge you are the onely Saint he adores a pretty man by Heav'n tall strait and well proportion'd onely a little vain an intollerable Talker that 's his worst fault Fick Now is this to my knowledge a Lye of her own Invention The monstrous effects of envy and jealousie Aside Arb. The happiness I wish you you may guess in the contentment I shall receive in seeing you so well marry'd Fick If constancy and immaculate affection may merit happiness I doubt not but to have as large a portion as another but want of desert makes me suspect th' event although I know he loves me This searches her Aside Arb. Insufferable confession Oh I cou'd kill her Aside Fick Happy chance see yonder he comes Arb. I 'll take my leave Fick Oh fy By no means Madam pray stay a little longer Arb. I will not for the World Some other time I 'll give you a reason Till when your humble Servant Enter Bellamore as she goes out meets her Bell. Madam the Parks unhappy so soon to lose the pleasure of your company Arb. Your ear my Lord Whispers Fick Here is certainly some plot contriving her wheadling me and whispering with him sufficiently declares it and by heaven I 'll search into the depth of Magick but Ill find it out I am already sufficiently prepar'd with arguments and the more difficulty lies in the matter the better 't is often perform'd hard shifts and dangerous plots suit Womens Wits better than dull adventures and whilst in tedious search dull men run on arm'd by our minutes thought the thing is done Bell. To morrow Madam I will not fail Ex. Arb. now if you had so much Divinity in you as wou'd amount to a scruple of Conscience you 'd be in a continual fear of future ill for drawing me from the innocent conversation of this Lady Fick The innocent conversation Bell Ay Madam She 's a Soul-saving Creature a female-Moralist her discourse is a continual Sermon and has the same influence that an Ague has upon me I do so tremble Fick I imagin'd it a kind of quaking Zeal never durable an hour Iack Manly thine Dear Rogue Enter Manley Man What Mâ—lancholly qualmish The sting of a debauch last night I warrant Fic By heav'n my t' other Suitor 'T was happy I brought my Masque This will disguise me Puts on her Masque Man In one sence you are right for Loves grand influence consider'd nearly is but a debauch and we our selves the Parasites that sooth it Bell. 'T is so and therefore why shou'd men of honour that practice the Distinction and know better resent its treachery Prithee What is it Iack Man A thing of nothing and yet every thing that cou'd torment me Oh that dull appetite shou'd make a Monarch of the slave of Nature to tyranize over that noble Soul that gave it first its being Bell. Dangerous resentments by heav'n Iack but prithee discover come be genuine Man I receiv'd a Letter this morning from a stranger skill'd it seems in my Amour full of invectives against my Celia especially of her inconstancy This I confess troubled me for the reasons urg'd it had some appearance of Truth and afterward conferring with young Iollyman whose misfortune seem'd to suit with mine he made so ample a discovery that I found we were Rivals and that this false one Carest him more than me and in all probability entertains several others This put me into so extravagant a rage that had not my curiosity of knowing the truth ty'd my hand my Sword had pleaded my interest I am going now to her Lodging to be resolv'd Fick If he had seen me now here had been fine work How near are my plots to discovery Aside Bell. Gad 't is a business of importance Man So much that by heaven I am resolved to search it through Exit Fick So now will I instantly home and perswade him that all is false and onely the motions of envy Come my Lord shall we go Dorel bid the Coachman come round to St. Iames's Gate Bell. What is that Fellow I never saw him before Fick Sir Arthur entertain'd him in his service to day to look to his accompt Bell. And brush his antiquities ha ha ha Fick Never was man so besotted he dares not sleep o'nights for fear of Thieves Bell. Dam him and his old Imaginations Let us mind our own business Come let 's to the Mulberry Garden I ha' not treated you this week methinks we live already as we were Marry'd not a word of Love in a whole Scene of Discourse Fick 'T is better i' th' Heart than in the Tongue
besides from a Man of quality Love has so strange a sound no in my opinion the Eyes are the best Orator and now and then the Serious Look with a short sigh for a Prologue Bell. Thus ha Fick And sometimes the exalting the hand to the lip with a short Kiss and away Bell. Thus. Kisses her Enter Manley Man Now I consider better I shall have occasion to be punctual to an hour My Lord prithee lend me your Watch hah blood and death What do I see Fick Return'd agen this was a Curs'd trick of fate Man Ungrateful Traitress now I plainly see all I have heard is true Perfidious Celia more false than Crocodills that mourn the slain and yet delight to kill 'em Do you not blush Are you so arm'd with impudence this object cannot startle yea this beguil'd object that bath'd his passion in warm Tears of blood and laid it at your feet deceitful Celia Bell. Celia What a mistake is this by heaven my Friend 's mad Fick Now Wit assist me or I 'm lost Mad Why d' ee not fee't look look how his eyes rowle how pale his lips are see how his Perriwig stares with his wild passion his hands and body tremble Oh this Celia's a cruel Wretch Man Ah perfection of ill Wou'd you convert your infamy Disguise your falshood in my shroud of madness No no it shall not do Madam all shall out assure your self it shall Fick So handsome so well compos'd a man Oh heavens what pity 't is run my Lord run to the Gate and call your Footman to fetch a Doctor two houres in such a fit will kill him Man Stay my Lord and hear me I 'll discover all This Lady Fick Ah delay not a minute as you love his life Shreeks out My Lord away away Bell. Poor Manley thou shalt not dye for want of so small a Courtesie Exit Man Well Madam What 's your design in this What new plot is contriving Fick Oh heav'n Am I thus requited Sir I never expected such an action from you Was there no way to augment my misery but this Weeps Man Your misery Ha ha ha Your misery Fick You know well enough that this is the person my Uncle designs to Marry me and that 't is impossible for me ever to see you if he knows you are his Rival Man Hah this may be true for he has formerly told me something of an Intrigue like this Well suppose this true Madam I am sure Mr Iollyman is a person not interested in your Uncles favour though in yours Fick In mine That an impertinent Serenader only accepted for the Company 's sake he brought with him shou'd have the impudence to talk thus Call Bellmore Footman Man He protested it to me a truth and swore your extravagant favour exceeded his hopes Fick And you believ'd it Well I 'll take care with whom I trust my heart agen Weeps Man Ugh I can hardly believe this yet sure these tears are real it must be so Come I do believe thee forgive me Celia and consider how insupportable is Jealousie lodg'd in a Lovers breast Fick If I had not hit of this Plot what shou'd we have done then I warrant you won't believe I love you yet Man By this I do thou hast confirm'd it in me Fick He 'll come back immediately and I wou'd not have him see you for the World therefore be gone I 'll expect you this Evening at my Uncles Man I will not fail you Sweet I am glad it happens thus Ex. Fick Ha ha ha Thus with the snowy Veil of Innocence Contriving Women cover their pretence When Women weep look Gallants for surprize For all deceit lies drencht in wat'ry eyes Enter Bellmore and Footman Bell. There 's a Coach ready at the Park Gate how now where is he Fick Ah! gone gone all my entreaties could not stay him frighted I believe at my naming a Doctor I saw him cross the Mall but in such a strange posture that caus'd both pity and admiration in all that beheld him Bell. Poor Iack I see the fits of Madness are as sudden as those of Love and commonly work the same effects Fate keep me from the tryal of it for Excess in any thing is a perfect torment especially this Modish Passion we Men so hunt after and which is so generally admir'd though conducing to Madness He that of Loves ripe Ioyes takes over measure Abates his Bliss and loses half the pleasure Ex. The End of the Third Act. ACT. IV. Scene I. Enter Sir Arthur Tilbury Jollyman and Friendlove al. Dorel Sir Arth. URge me no more Sir you have my answer my final and my punctual answer I will proceed no further in this business nor shall my Neece join issue with a man so wild and so unfortunate St Ierom's tears spilt my treasure my chiefest treasure lost a blessing which this forty Years we cherish'd snatcht from me in an instant oh unparalleld misfortune I say let him forbear my house Tilb. Well of a Knight and a Justice of Peace this is the simplest man of Worship I ever saw good Sir let it not so nearly concern you you shall have restitution by St Iago I 'll fell half my Estate but Ill make you amends What a Pox d' ee think I ll be ungrateful Sir Arth. Half your Estate a pretty Proposition ' sbud Sir the Grand Signiors Revenue would not purchase a drop on 't Ioll A very costly Liquor by Mahomet I think that Turkish Oath sounds well hah Sir Arth. Old Oaths are not to be despis'd Sir therefore by Melchizedech which I conceive was well thought on my resolutions fixt your son shall be a stranger to my house my daughter is not for him tell him so ' zlid shou'd he come here within a Week I should have my ancient Medals of the Romans plaid off at Gaming-houses Tilb. Sir upon my Reputation he knows not what belongs to a Gaming-house alas Sir You are ignorant of his Principles he 's Countrey bred Sir Countrey Learning Countrey Manners and Countrey Wit ' sbodikins he knows nothing of the Town Sir Arth. But he may know every thing in time Sir and I 'll harbour no person within my doors whose future knowledge is more dangerous than his present Ioll Udsbores a necessary Maxim Sir Arth. Trouble your self no more Sir my Will is my Law and tho' I am a Justice of the Peace and Quorum I think my proceedings in this both necessary and judicial My Neece is an Heiress and there is great care requir'd in her bestowing nor shall my Daughter match into a Family when I give such evident proofs of my dislike Mr Tilbury you as being my old acquaintance shall be welcome to my house but give me leave to tell you my eyes are open'd to your sons folly you understand me I do not like their tricks Sir Tilb. Tricks Sir I find 't is you have your tricks Sir But by St Iago Ill go Fee my Lawyer