My Vows to th' first I for the second dye Cla. I cannot apprehend this second love Constantia was his first Aman. But wheresore she she who was so guiltless Of all my Crimes shou'd want a Monument Be lost to all Posterity I apprehend not Cla. All this discourse is still beyond my reach Aman. Yet blessed Clara wherefoe're thou art Thou hast a Noble shrine within this breast he lies doâ—n Cla. The ridle 's now explain'd 't is me he loves For when I took this shape 't was given out By my command that I was dead but how Or where conceal'd yet it seems strange That I shou'd prove the cause of his Revolt VVho ne're was yet belov'd perhaps his Vow 's Directed to some other of my name I wish it were I 'le satisfie how e're my Curiosity ho Signior Amante ho He 's in an Extasie or else asleep Signior Amante Aman. Ha! Thou blest Idea and divinest form Of that fair Maid my soul ador'd Instruct me where to find her Sepulchre Cla. He takes me sure for Deaths Embassadour I understand you not noâ— know I her Aman. Do not disguise your message for I know Y' are sent by Clara on some blest errand Cla. I 'le humour him it may have good effect Sir 't is most true I am by Clara sent VVhose restless soul wanders without content Because your Passion does disturb her peace If that you love her you your flame will cease Else she as cause must suffer in her urn For your inconstancy therefore return To your first love Exit Clara. Aman. Do I deprive my Clara of her bliss VVretch let thy Crimes accumulate thy torments Rather than injure her but both's impossible How can she be concern'd in my Revolt That never knew my change Heaven's too just She can but be an accidental cause And if to cause such bad effects were sin The Gods themselves are scarcely innocent Exit Scena Sexta Strega Sancoâ—Panco Riccamare Garbato Streg Sanco-panco Sanc. VVhat wou'd your worship forsooth Streg Set the Gentlemen some stools Sanco Gar. Does not thy Stomach begin to wamble And Rowl like a Ship in a storm Ric. Thou art too curious she 's rich and I can Digest a few imperfections Gar. As the chattering of her chops like a new beaten Ape which together with the salivation Of her Nose makes her kiss as moist as a Young Girl that licks her Lips after stew'd Prunes Ric. Thou art a sworn enemy to old Women Strega Coughs Gar. Mark that Cough she has had it ever since The cold she got in Nebuchadnezzars days Doing homage to the Golden â—mage Streg Gentlemen be pleas'd to seat your selves Gar. She straines a complement as if she were Costive upon a close stool Ric. Peace Infidel Thy whineling Courtship To Arabella is ten times more ridiculous They all seat themselves and Strega in a â—icker-Chaire Streg Gentlemen the observation of my younger Days has instructed me from time to time In the politick secrets of nuptial conjunction And of seven Husbands heaven be prais'd I 've buryed in my days I found but one That lov'd me for my self Gallants I Mean for my well-favouredness and this Man Was my first the other Six pretended Love But doted on my wealth Now as my first Did love for youth and favour my last must Love for age and comeliness of mind I mean Wisdom and Experience Ric. I am the Man that wou'd so love and from Each antique part of venerable age Make youthful pleasures spring joyes of mind Th' older the Body and the more decay'd The soul 's more youthful still and vigorous For as a Tenement that 's held by time Whose Walls and Roofes are half conâ—um'd by age Enjoyes a freer influence of the Sun Than Towers newly built or modern Caves So you participate the knowledge of Gar. Making May Butter Ric. So you participate the knowledge of Gar. The wonderful use of a dry dogs-turd Ric. Pox on thee peace the knowledge of Gar. Stewing Prunes and Munching Marmalade Ric. A Pox confound thee the knowledg of The superiour Powers Gar. A rare speech in commendation of Arabian Mummy Streg Sir I perceive your affection and how directed The right way to knowledg and experience Your discretion therein I must tell you takes Me much uh uh hu very much uh hu hu Give me a stick of liquorish uh hu uh hu When you have seen my five imperfections Gar. I believe one may see the Devil with less horrour Streg And like me then I sha'n't be hard hearted Ric. I long for tryal like a teeming Wench In an Orchard Your imperfections will at Worst appear like foyles to set off The luster of your soul. Streg You speak bravely and I hope will like me I 'le give you this encouragement above my Other Suitors I like you Gar. Better than Heaven by the haste you make there Streg And as a secret in your ear I am better Worth than twenty thousand Crowns per annum Besides some Bags in a Corner Ric. I value your self only and hope Gar. She 'l dye and make you her sole Executor Streg Sanco fetch my dressing Table and Boxes Gar. Sure she meanes to lay her Carcass out in Parcels and dispose her Limbs in Legacies Or having boxed them severally indorse Them to her loving Kinsmen thrice Removed But her implyments are come Ric. Prithee leave fooling and observe Gar. How she 's set together as if she mov'd By Wires or Clockworks Streg How do you like me now She pulls off her Eye-brows Ric. How shou'd I like you less for want of Such an idle excrement Streg Put them in their right Box Sanco Sanc. I 'le case them most exactly Gar. And send them to France for a Pattern That the Mode may pass into England Streg Giv me your opinion now Pulls out an Eye Ric. VVhere the soul has such a subtile knowledg To discern there needs no corporal light Gar. Now wou'd she look like the figure of Homer scanning of Verses if her Beard VVere but half so venerable Streg VVhere 's my Eye-Box Sanco Gar 'T is but a blind Eye that cannot Hit its own Box how dost like her Ric. As I wou'd like a Treasure on a Dunghill I endure the stench o' th' one for the lucre Of the other pulls out her Teeth Streg Now view my third imperfection Gar. She 'll be sure to kiss soft and thou May'st venter thy Fingers in her Mouth Safely Streg This is my fourth consider 't well pulls off her hair Ric. This will never be seen in a Night-gear Besides 't is a charitable age we frequently Borrow hair of one another Gar. But art in earnest ha Ric. She 's sufficiently ugly but still I pray with The Man that was carried away by the Devil God bless us from worse Gar. On my Conscience he 'l go through stitch And learn by her face to Picture deformity Ric. Now for her last Gar. VVhich he expects with as much curiosity As a
Court Lady th' arrival of a new Gown From Paris Streg Sanco help to untye Gar. In the name of ugliness what will she draw From those parts Ric. 'T is beyond the VVit of Man to imagine Look Garbato Look she pulls of her Leg. Gar. Remember she 's rich Ric. The Devil take her and her riches too Marry A Stump a VVooden Leg I 'le have flesh Tho' ne're so ugly Come away Gar. Thou wilt not leave her thus Ric. Dost think I 'le ingender with Bedstaves And beget a generation of Scourg-sticks I 'le see her whip'd first 't is pennance enough To look on her Don Belzebub shall Marry her for me Exeunt Streg Are all my pains come to this The time may Come a rich Widow may be in more reverence I warrant he 's an Elder Brother by his ill Breeding and less Wit Sanc. No he 's a younger Brother forsoth Streg A younger Brother then am I at my last Prayers and may dye without my eighth Husband And what a lamentable misfortune that will be Let all venerable Damsels consider Come Sanco lead me in and as we go Let 's both together sing fortune 's my foe Exeunt ACTUS IV. SCENA I. Clara Arabella Cla. I Hope you will applaud my diligence Ara. Thou' rt fit to be great Loves Embassador So well thou hast manag'd this affair First to perswade Honorio cease his claim And then to bring me such a just account How things succeed at home What more cou'd I expect or thou perform Cla. My duty Madam did oblige this service She little guesses at my interest Which add the Wings to diligence her self Ara. Garbato will be ravish'd with this news Dear Boy how shall I recompence this service Cla. Your acknowledgments are prodigal rewards But Madam if you will enlarge your bounty By giving me leave to attend Honorio I shall have cause to bless your service Ara. Why Boy will that so much advantage thee Cla. Make me for ever Lady for he fancies Some kind of small resemblance in this face To your bright beauty weeds resemble flowers And have their use and virtues too so I May palliate this Lovers misery Ara. Had'st thou a Sex more suiting to thy face Thou might'st effect a perfect cure Methinks If I forget not my own form there is Enough resemblance for a Lovers flame To feed upon Cla. Madam I wish there were Ara. Another Sex Cla. No Madam more resemblance Ara. That wish alone were foolish and must end In a cold friendship which soon brings disgust Thou cou'd'st not marry him Cla. It should be much against my will then aside Yet I cou'd live with him and please his fancy In all the pleasures of true Love Ara. That 's not done in a song Boy thou'dst come short Cla. I mean I 'de serve him with more fidelity Than any VVoman cou'd except my self aside For I wou'd make it my happiness to please him And share a double part of all his griefs Ara. Thou wou'd'st be wond'rous kind Cla. As your fair self to Signior Garbato Ara. 'T is pitty to divide such love yet for both Your sakes I wish thou wer 't a female Cla. I hope these breeches han't transform'd me aside Enter Garbato and Riccamare Here comes my Lord Madam I 'le take my leave Ara. Dear Infortunio I am loth to lose thee Yet since Honorio prov'd so kind to me As to leave me to my choice I 'le let thee go But take this Ring and wear it for my sake Exit Clara. My dear Garbato I have news VVill raise thy soul to such a happiness Thou 'lt think thy self in Heaven Gar. Being in thy Company I am so Yet I cou'd wish your Uncles absence That I migh participate your joys Ara. His presence is less welcome than storms Of rain in Harvest Gar. Speak softly lest he hear you Ara. Oh I cou'd curse him Gar. Do 't like a Politician then and smile in 's face Ric. Niece Arabella Gar. You must seem attentive for he longs To tell you his adventure Ric. Were you at leisure I cou'd give you a Description of the strangest piece of deformity Ara. I am ever at leasure to hear you Gar. How soon Women learn to dissemble Ric. You have seen Mother Shiptons Picture Ara. Before her Prophecies I think I have Ric. Just such a prognosticating Nose had this Sucking Damsel I went to woee she was So young that she had not a natural Tooth in her head Ara. He 'll be as tedious now Ric. They 're all Ivory and those dy'd Saffron by The contagion of her breath the putrefaction Whereof might breed a Plague if the Wind Sate right as far as Piemont Gar. Thou hast as little kindness for an Old Woman As a Hangman for a Thieâ— for like him thou Wou'dst Murther the race thou desir'st to advance Thy fortunes and live by Ric. I 'de as soon live in my Grandsirs valut and Keep Company with the Worms of my dead Ancestors Gar. I thought Riches wou'd have digested any imperfection Ric. Except hers had it been a common ugliness Gar. As the Battery of the Nose in the French War Ric. Gold might have excus'd it Gar. Or say sh 'ad been as wry-mouth'd as a Plase Ric. I wou'd have digested that too and kist her less But to have a surfled Mouth with too much Nose Neither Eyes nor Hair on her brows A Toothless chops with brisled Chin A Pate as bald as e're was seen With parchment hide and timber Legs VVou'd make a Man forswear such Megs Ara. VVill he ne're have done aside Gar. I fear he has but begun yet Ric. Such accumulated imperfections did I never Behold they were beyond the Power of Gold To qualifie Gar. Then you 're quite out of conceit with Gold And Old Women Ric. Not whil'st the beauty of the Gold will balance The ugliness of the VVoman Gar. Ha ha ha we 'll find you out a handsomer Come Arabella I long to hear thy news Exeunt Ric. So they are got together and think themselves More happy than the Gods but soft young Friend Since the wealthy hopes of this old VVidow VVere Parents to my kindness they being vanish'd 'T is just my love expire into some new advantage To my self which â—'le extract from their Loves The Plot begins to ripen Exit Scena Secunda Enter Clara Amante following Aman. Stay thou blest shape Amante bids thee stop VVith what a flying Speed she makes away As if displeas'd I shou'd detain my Clara So long in Torment by my fruitless passion Dear soul of my deceased love but stay â—neels Some hold that Saints can't hear us when we pray Then how shou'd she poor Soul who is in pain For thy inconstancy thy prayers are vain Yet since I cannot love her less I 'le try To bear her punishment my self and dye Exit Scena Tertia Cicco Buggio Furfante Cic. But is she so beautiful withal Bug. Fresh as Aurora before the rising Sun Fur. Cleopatra was
a Gypsie to her and Helen a Black Dowdy I 'le outlie him if possible Cic. So fair and rich Bug. Richer than Croesus she spends more in a year Than his Catholick Majesty has been cozen'd of Since the first discovery of America Fur. This is nothing Sir they say that Gold is more Plentiful with her than Mackarel in their Season or Cherryes at a Crania a pound Bug. He 'll outdo me in my own Art Cic. VVhy knew I not this sooner Fur. I thought your VVorships capering days VVere done and that you wou'd not have committed Your grave head to the Matrimonial Noose At these years Cic. At these years Knave do I look so old Bug. Young as a stripling of eighteen Fur. Or a Cherry in May you are green agen Cic. I think I am as fresh and vigorous as VVhen I went to School Bug. Y' are like the year Sir and ev'ry spring renew your youth Fur. As Girles in Rome their Maidenâ—heads But you have a Daughter Sir Cic. VVhat then because she 'll pine away with the Sorrel sickness and die for Love must I not marry Bug. 'T were pitty on your life else Fur. She grieves poor Lady and sees no body Cic. She 'll be less subject to temptation I must Mind my own affairs first Enter Riccamare Ric. Save you good Brother Cic. Is he come to interrupt us dear Buggio Let 's to th' Window Ric. VVhat have you found your Daughter yet Bug. Now are we lost without a double brazen impudence Cic. Is he mad found my Daughter when was She lost Ric. Not lost Bug. He has certainly a design upon your VVidow And wou'd keep you off with a Tale Of your Daughter Cic. A Tale of a Tub I 'le hear none of 't I must Beg your pardon I 'me engag'd about a business VVhich concerns me nearly Ric. You 'll hear of your Daughter first Cic. I hear of her too much she 's above weeping but I am in haste Exeunt Cicco Furfante Bug. VVhat speedy wings does avarice bestow On creeping age he flyes that scarce cou'd go Exit Ric. VVeeping in her Chamber 't is strange nay 'T is impossible I left her but even now With Garbato plighting amorous Vows His strange behaviour much amazes me I know not what to think less what to do My whole design to supplant Arabella And make my self as next a Kin his heir is lost He 's damn'd in his belief that she 's above I 'me in a mist yet sometimes things appear At a great distance when they 're near at hand So painted Prospects do deceive the Eye And seems remote when on a flat they lie So may my fortune I 'le have th' other pluck If then I fail a plague of all ill luck Exit Scena Quarta Honorio Clara as a Page Constantia Hon. It was a little piece of charity To send thee back to be my Comforter Cla. I wish 't were in my power but for me Who am the very abstract of misfortune To undertake anothers grief wou'd prove Too great a madness and too little love Con. Thou art deceiv'd sorrows find most relief In stories like themselves Hon. Therefore dear Boy Impart this History if it be sad 'T will better suit our thoughts Cla. I am so young you cannot well expect Various adventures from my Childish Love Yet old enough for Loves severity Who quickly found a passage to my heart Which soon ador'd an object much too fair Not to be predispos'd of things of value Are coveted by all and I soon found love Had preingag'd that heart t'another Which my soul languish'd for Con. Alas poor Boy Cla. Yet to this grief there did succeed a joy For that heart being refus'd I thence deriv'd A fresh and lingring hope Hon. Why that was well Cla. That seeming heaven did increase my torment For I by Nature bashful had not then the courage To speak my Love of which they 're ignorant And I by consequence must always pine Unable to assist my own design Hon. Thy fate 's severe but 't is thy folly Boy Which makes it so But cruel Love so crosses my design My Mistress cannot if she wou'd be mine Cla. And 't is as much impossible for me T' express my flame as 't is for her to love But if you 'd please to undertake my cause I know it wou'd succeed Hon. I cannot Boy I 've bound my self by Oath Never to speak of Love to Woman more Cla. As from your self you still may speak for me Con. Dear Brother do I pitty his misfortune Hon. My vow was general concerning Love But you are free Constantia Con. 'T is not a thing for me to undertake That always have in love been so succesless Hon. May we not know her name Cla. 'T is not a Woman that I love Yet we a Man and Wise might prove If that our hearts cou'd but agree As well as Sexes sympathie Hon. This is a kind of a riddle Cla. But easily unfolded Hon. Trust mo th' unriddling will require some time VVhat sayes Constantia Con. My thoughts have been so taken up of late 'Twixt love and grief that I have lost that art Cla. It is unworthy either of your thoughts Hon. The kindness of this Boy does puzle me aside For either I mistake him or he loves me In an extreame that misbecomes his Sex It must be sure some Virgin in disguise Cla. I must confess you have discover'd me But you who know so much of love your self to Constantia Know best to pitty the extremities love has compell'd me to Hon. 'T is evident the riddle does import it She loves no VVoman therefore loves a Man And if a Man who can't divine her Sex I 'le set Constantia to discover all Con. In all I can I will assist your love to Clara. But lest my Brother should unfold too soon Your Oracle divert him with a Song SONG I never shall henceforth approve The Deity of Love Since he cou'd be So far unjust as to wound me And leave my Mistress free As if my flame cou'd leave a Print Vpon a heart of flent Can flesh and stone Be ere converted into one By my poor flame alone Were be a God he 'd neither be Partial to her nor me But by a Dart Directed into eithers heart Make both so feel the smart That being heated with his subtitle fire Our loves might make us feel but one desire Hon. How cravingly he look'd upon me now As if he had a boon he sham'd to ask There 's somewhat hid beneath that borrowed shape I must know more of Exit Honorio Con. So let him chew upon the riddle Till we have ripen'd our design But art thou sure Amante dotes on thee Cla. Am I sure when the Sun shines 't is day Con. Then I 'le renew my hopes since his revolt Is to an object can't return him love Cla. Let 's then assist each other in our loves I 'le use my art to make Amante thine Con.
me a sufferer in your thoughts I shall become more careful for the future Of busie friendship and a pur-blind zeal And find at present ways to vindicate The truth Hon. That will oblige me to implore your pardon For my unjust suspicion Bug. 'T is confidence I see must bear me out aside Time will make all things plain Hon. The time is riper Sir than you suppose For by appointment I 'me to meet Amante This Night in single Combate Bug. Then I have made fine work and shall no doubt Have my dear Guts carv'd in Italian Cut-works Or my poor Carkass pounded to a Sawsage Hon. If now you please to honour me so far As to appear my Second you 'l thereby approve Your truth and friendship Bug. Second A Pox of all lying it will lie Heavy on my blood one day or other and Yet if I shou'd be hang'd for 't my very body Cou'd not chuse but lie after 't were dead Enter Cicco Furfante Cic. Furfante When we meet Company whisper me Fur. Yonder 's Signior Honorio Sir my young Mistresses Servant Cic. Good day Signior Honorio Hon. How the Devil does he to see me at this Distance that gropes from one Room to another And knows not the way to his Mouth But by custom I joy to see you Sir That I may enquire of my souls chief Happiness my Arabella how fares my life Cic. In perfect health like sad Penelope she Moanes the absence of her Love you make Your self too much a Stranger Hon. She makes m'indeed a Stranger to her heart VVhere I cou'd wish to be more intimate Than Friends appear'd before the World knew fraud But since she 's pleas'd to have it otherwise My duty 's to submit Cic. Talk not to me of duty or submission your flames And flatteries make them proud your terming Them Deities make them forget ther frailty Calling them Mistresses you teach them disobedience Signior Honorio You have my voice if she 's mine she 's mine To dispose Hon. Doubt not her just obedience she 'll comply In ev'ry thing she can but Tyrant love Does so our reason and our will surmount It makes all tyes besides of no account Cic. Allow Girles reason and will that were fine i'faith Bug. I see y' are busie Sir I 'le take my leave Cic. VVho 's that Furfante Hon. Stay but a Minute and I 'le wait upon you In the mean time consider of the business Bug. Shou'd I refuse he 'd fight with me himself Tho' I perform nothing I 'le promise fair Cic. Does he turn this way yet Fur. He does speak aloud for he 's at some distance Cic. Signior Buggio my old acquaintance I protest I saw you not Fur. He may believe him for he has been Blind these five years Bug. Your Age excuses you Cic. I am not wont to make such gross mistakes Fur. Thanks to my Eyes and your Ears Cic. Old as I am these Eyes will serve me without spectacles Fur. As well as with 'em Bug. I 've heard you have that sense so perfect That you can see the point of a Needle At twelve score Cic. Then Signior Buggio you have heard a truth Fur. He neither cares to hear nor speak one Cic. Son Honorio Hon. That Title honours me and revives my hopes Cic. Hopes I 'le have 'em certainties the day Appointed and that quickly too Hon. You speak the Language of the Gods prepare My Arabella for a free consent And Hymen shall soon make us one Cic. Say no more I 'le have 't dispatch'd To morrow the privater the better Fur. For his Purse Cic. Fursante Hon. This suddenness surprizes me But old men do all by fits And I will sooner lose my life Than this blest opportunity Cic. I hope you 'l wait upon your friend to morrow Exeunt Cicco Furfante Bug. I sooner may neglect my self than him Hon. You have consider'd my proposal Bug. I have and with a double joy receive The honour as vindicator both of my same And truth Hon. You 'l approve your self a worthy Gentleman The Place is Pantalonies Grove the hour Six Bug. I understand you Sir If I observe aside Either time or place I 'le be fley'd and Have Vellum made of my Hide for Historians Tâ— write authentick History your Servant Sir Hon. A word you seem'd at first to intimate Somewhat concerning my Arabella Bug. True I did But Hon. Mince not the matter this old mans suddenness Does justly give me cause of jealousie Which we esteem high wisdoms sentinel Cause it alar'ms fear and straight awakes Suspending doubt which actions wisely stay 'Till discreet reason can prepare their way aside Bug. I shall so claw your wisdom Hon. Dear Buggio be particular in what Your hast did make appear of some concern Bug. Yes and have my Throat cut for my labour Sure I shall learn more wit Hon. Nay how you play the Tyrant that Friendship 's Poor which danger can affright And he loves little can't forgive his Friend VVhen 't was not he but 's Passion did offend Bug. The danger which I fear 's to incur your hate Yet that I 'le wave with all the interest Of divine Friendship rather than conceal Ought that may affront your love or honour Hon. Thou wilt oblige me to Eternity Bug. In short I saw your Arabella Signior VVith young Amante on the Grand Canale In a Felucca rowing toward Leghorn Adorn'd with all the Gallantries of Art Harmonious Musick entertain'd her Ear Perfumes her smell which much enrich'd the Air A Banquet and delicious Wines her taste VVhil'st he appear'd the object of her Eye And pleas'd her more than that variety Hon. Hell and Devils Art thou sure 't was he Bug. As sure What Dost thou take me for an Atheist Have I any Faith have I any Eyes Hon. Enough you will not fail at Six Bug. I 'le sooner fail my Grannam on her Death-bed VVhen she 's bestowing Legacies Exit Hon. Were not Constantius injuries sufficient But thou must wound more near and having struck My Honour must destroy my Love and wound A Chastiâ—y my Soul did glory in Thy injuries confound my patience And revenge and make me think Heaven unjust That gave thee so much power to offend And but one life to make me satisfaction But I 'le denounce a War against thy blood And thence proceed to thy affinities Nor shall my vengeance slacken much less end Whil'st thou hast left a Kinsman or a Friend Exit Scena Quinta Riccamare Garbato Ric. Our agreement's this if this Damsel of sixscore And odd be worth the sums you talk off And will marry me I am to procure my Niece Arabella's Company at my house and Make you a Collation if it do not sccceed you forfeit two hundred Crowns Garb. You have an exact memory View now The Fabrick Ric. It looks like an old ruin of Egypt Garb. Or rather like a relique of the Flood Sure it was built in the Inâ—ancy of time Before the World was
Fellows are able to outface Truth and make her fly the Dukedom Bug. Nay you must not enter there Cla. VVhat do they mean I begin to fear them For certainly they are extreamly drunk Furfante without fooling where 's my Lady Fur. Thou sawcy impudence Bug. I wonder Madam that you don't discharge him Cla. Tho' Furfante plays the Rogue th' other Seems a sober Gentleman Fur. That 's not your way Sirrah get y'out of my Doors Bug. How the Boy stares do you not hear your Lady Cla. I hear a sawcy Coxcomb Cicco within Cic. Furfante Arabella Furfante Fur. My Master comes what shall we do This Boy will ruine us he seems to threaten Bug. Let me alone to charm him I 'le make Him believe the Devil walks above ground Enter Cicco Cic. Are none of my Knaves within Or is my Daughter deaf Furfante Fur. Your pleasure Sir Speaks with his Male-side towards him Cic. Did you not hear me call Fur. I was so taken up with grief for my young Mistress Cic. VVhy what of her Fur. Alas poor Gentlewoman she has wept her Eyes out Cic. VVept for what Fur. Her Lover Signior Honorio who shou'd have made Her a VVoman with her own consent Sir Cic. 'Sdeath what of him Fur. VVhy Sir he has disappointed her expectation He is not come according to promise and She poor Bride sits yonâ—â—â— blubbering Her Eyes out Cic. Foolish Girl 't is early he 'll come fear not Fur. 'T is rather growing late Sir Cic. 'T is breakfast time with thee Fur. That 's a season I never was acquainted with Since I knew your VVorship but if you please 'T is dinner time Cic. How Rogue are we not newly up Fur. You may take your ease but we under Officers Of the Family rose six hours ago Signior Buggio has been here these three hours Cic. How Signior Buggio here Furâ—ante 〈…〉 Clara. Bug. Your Servant Signior Cic. Y' are welcom Sir 't is late it seems I wonder the Bridegroom comes not Bug. 'T is past twelve half an hour Cic. He 's mad too damnably mad or drunk VVhy I am but newly up Bug. That 's no nows to me Sir we have Ply'd you these four hours with hot Cloaths Till at last you began ro groan and we Believ'd it but a deep sleep Cic. Did I appear so insensible Bug. As if y 'had been an Alabaster Figure for your own Tomb. Cic. 'T is strange I feel my self well and lusty Bug. I 'me sure we pinch'd you till our Fingers Ak'd and pull'd you by the Nose till the Gristle crack'd and made us fear the Bridg-fall yet all this while we saw No sign of life Cic. No sign of life how my heart fails me Bug. He looks as if he 'd faint with imagination Cic. Nay I find I was very ill Bug. I never saw a Man nearer's grave and live Cic. I believe it for my heart akes yet I feel A' strange pricking Hem a hem But Where 's my Daughter Bug. There 's a second affiction too the poor Soul 's undone Cic. Undone the Gods forbid Bug. In her honour Sir Honorio's gone to travel Cla. My Wit shall teach me silence Cic. Base Villain to forsake my Daughter thus And cheat my good opinion of his worth But 't is not Germany nor all the World Can hide his shame tho' it secures him Bng. It may prove false all are not truths we hear Cic. However Sir he can't be true to me Nor to my Child the hour 's long since past He promis'd to be here and make her his Fur. He 's rarely wrought there is no Policy Comparable to lying and therefore I 'le lye And tell lyes in this corner abundantly That is counterfeit a Passion for my dear Honorio Cic. Poor Girl thy Passion made a better choice Than my too avaricious care Gaxbato's love Might have made thee more happy Cla. This makes for Arabella Cic. But Poverty 's no Virtue doubting Fool. Bug. And blind Coxcomb to boot Cic. 'T is good Since Manners are uncertain we make sure Of Gold a Mineral that will endure Cla. How small a time can age be generous But 't is not strange old Men are near the Grave And therefore care not how much earth they have Bug. Your Daughter 's full of grief you wou'd do well To comfort her Cic. If I cou'd find her this Rogue Furfante's Still out o th' way and I dare not call for fear Of discovering my imperfections Bug. Sir you forget your Daughter sits younder The most forlorn Cic. I see her well enough but she 's a counterfeit Bug. The liker her Father Cic. And tho' she seigns a grief loves secretly Garbato Fur. I may cry my Eyes out for him a loving Father I have whines Cic. Arabella Fur. Sir Cic. So I 'le follow the voice it came from Yonder Corner she 's not here Furfante removes Bug. How the blind Man 's puzled Cic. Why Arabella Fur. Your pleasure Sir Cic. My Ears â—have fail'd she 's at th' other end I 'le call her to me and save my credit yet Must I call twenty times why come you not Furfante goes to him with his Female side towards him and Cicco feels him Bug. Sure this Man has suffered a mutation of Sense his Eyes feel and his fingers see Cla. These Rogues make sport able to kill the Weeping Philosopher with laughter Cic. Poor Arabella come forget him Child Fur. No sooner forc'd my heart t' obedience Sir Begin to love him but I must lose him oh ho. Cic. This is not altogether counterfeit For she has alter'd much her voice with grieving As your obedience did first force your love To this inconstant Man so my commands Do now require a change forget him Girl Cla. This will be happy news to Arabella Cou'd I but find her out I shall go near it Exit Cic. My Arabella what still blubbering Fur. Good sweet honey Mistress you 'l so grieve my Mr. Cic. That Villain was here all this while I shall requite him Fuâ—fante Speaks this with his Mans side towards him Fur. Sir Cic. VVhere stands my Daughter now Fur. Alas she 's gone weeping to her Chamber Cic. There let her tâ—ars discharge her grief But Rogue I shall make you more diligent Come lead me in pulls him by th' ears Fur. Oh pray sweet good Sir Exeunt Bug. These lyes were carrâ—ed off with Gallantry The Management dilates my spleen but I 'le not leave him thus he 's so excellent A Subject for my brains to work on Exit Scena Quinta Amante Aman. My Clara's gone and I must never more Expect to see those beauteous Eyes ageâ— Nor from the rays of her Divinity Receive one comfortable beam Enter Clara. Cla. 'T is Amante I 'le listen nearer Aman. She 's gone for ever and I've nothing left But her poor Aiery name to doâ—e upon Cou'd Heaven be so mercilâ—ss as to punish VVith such severity one ship of Love Yet sure 't is just since I did falsifie