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Aesop a comedy as it is acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane.
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Vanbrugh, John, Sir, 1664-1726.; Boursault, M. (Edme), 1638-1701. Fables d'Esope.
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on 't you must be always a Breeding and Breeding and the King wou'd take care of 'em and the Queen wou'd take care of ' em And always some pretence or other there was But now we have got a great Kennel of Whelps and the Devil will take care of 'em for ought I see For your Sons are all Rogues and your Daughters are all Whores you know they are Mrs. F. What you are a grudging of your Pains now you Lazy Sluggish Flegmatick Drone You have a mind to die of a Lethargy have you but I 'll raise â—our Spirits for you I will so Get you gone home go go â—ome you Idle Sot you I 'll raise your Spirits for you Exit pushing him before her Re-enter Aesop. Aes Solus Monks Attorneys Scriveners and Excise-men Enter Oronces Or. O here he is Sir I have been searching you to say two Words to you Aes And now you have found me Sir what are they Or. They are Sir that my Name 's Oronces you comprehend me Aes I comprehend your Name Or. And not my Business Aes Not I by my Troth Or. Then I shall endeavour to teach it you Monsieur Aesop. Aes And I to learn it Monsieur Oronces Or. Know Sir that I admire Euphronia Aes Know Sir that you are in the right on 't Or. But I pretend Sir that no Body else shall admire her Aes Then I pretend Sir she won't admire you Or. Why so Sir Aes Because Sir Or. What Sir Aes She 's a Woman Sir Or. What then Sir Aes Why then Sir she desires to be admir'd by every Man she meets Or. Sir You are too familiar Aes Sir you are too haughty I must soften that harsh tone of yours It don't become you Sir it makes a Gentleman appear a Porter Sir And that you may know the use of good Language I 'll tell you what once happenn'd Once on a Time Or. I 'll have none of your old Wives Fables Sir I have no Time to lose therefore in a word Aes In a word be mild For nothing else will do you Service Good Manners and soft Words have brought many a difficult thing to pass Therefore hear me patiently A Cook one Day who had been drinking Only as many times you know You spruce young witty Beaux will do T' avoid the dreadful pain of Thinking Had Orders sent him to behead A Goose like any Chaplain fed He took such Pains to set his Knife right ' Thad done one good t' have lost ones Life by 't But many Men have many Minds There 's various Tasts in various Kinds A Swan who by mistake he seiz'd With wretched Life was better pleas'd For as he went to give the Blow In tuneful Notes she let him know She neither was a Goose nor wisht To make her Exit so The Cook who thought of nought but Blood Except it were the Grease For that you know's his Fees To hear her sing in great Amazement stood Cods Fish quoth he 't was well you spoke For I was just upon the stroke Your Feathers have so much of Goose A Drunken Cook cou'd do no less Then think you one That you 'll Confess But y 'ave a Voice so soft so sweet That rather than you shall be eat The House shall Starve for want of Meat And so he turn'd her loose To Or. Now Sir what say you Will you be the Swan or the Goose Or. The Choice can't sure be difficult to make I hope you will excuse my Youthful heat Young Men and Lovers have a Claim to Pardon But since the faults of Age have no such Plea I hope you 'll be more Cautious of offending The Flame that warms Euphronia's Heart and mine Has long alas been kindled in our Breasts Even Years are past since our two Souls were wed Twou'd be Adultery but to wish to part ' em And wou'd a Lump of Clay alone content you A Mistress Cold and Senseless in your Arms Without the least remains or signs of Life Except her Sighs to Mourn her Absent Lover Whilst you shou'd press her in your eager Arms With fond desire and extasie of Love Wou'd it not pierce you to the very Soul To see her Tears run trickling down her Cheeks And know their Fountain meant 'em all to me Cou'd you bare this Yet thus the Gods revenge themselves on those Who stop the happy Course of mutual Love If you must be Unfortunate one way Chuse that where Justice may support your Grief And shun the weighty Curse of Injur'd Lovers Aes Why this is pleading like a Swan indeed Were any thing at Stake but my Euphronia Or. Your Euphronia Sir Aes The Goose take heed Were any thing I say at stake but her Your Plea wou'd be too strong to be refus'd But our Debate 's about a Lady Sir That 's Young that 's Beautiful that 's made for Love So am not I you 'll say But y' are mistaken Sir I 'm made to Love tho' not to be belov'd I have a Heart like yours I've folly too I 've every Instrument of Love like others Or. But Sir you have not been long a Lover Your Passion 's young and tender 'T is easie for you to become its Master Whilst I shou'd strive in vain mine 's Old and Fixt Aes The older 't is the easier to be govern'd Were mine of as long a standing 't were possible I might get the better on 't Old Passions are like Old Men Weak and soon jostled into the Channel Or. Yet Age sometimes is strong even to the Verge of Life Aes Ay but there our Comparison don't hold Or. You are too merry to be much in Love Aes And you too sad to be so long Or. My Grief may end my days so quench my Flame but nothing else can e'er extinguish it Aes Don't be discourag'd Sir I have seen many a Man out-live his Passion Twenty Years Or. But I have Sworn to dye Euphronia's Slave Aes A decay'd Face always absolves a Lovers Oath Or. Lovers whose Oaths are made to Faces then But 't is Euphronia's Soul that I adore which never can decay Aes I wou'd fain see a young Fellow in Love with a Soul of Threescore Or. Quit but Euphronia to me and you shall At least if Heaven's Bounty will afford us But Years enough to prove my Constancy And this is all I ask the Gods and you Exit Or. Aesop solus A good pretence however to beg a long Life How grosly do the Inclinations of the Flesh Impose upon the simplicity of the Spirit Had this young Fellow but studied Anatomy he 'd have found the Source of his Passion lay far from his Mistress's Soul Alas Alas Had VVomen no more Charms in their Bodies Than what they have in their Minds VVe shou'd see more wise Men in the VVorld Much fewer Lovers and Poets Exit End of the Fourth Act. ACT V. Enter Euphronia and Doris Eu. HEavens what is 't you make me do Doris Apply my self to the Man I loath beg
in her mind To imitate him she prepares Her fancy strait was on the Wing I fly quoth she As well as he I don't know why I shou'd not try As well as he to sing From that day forth she chang'd her Note She spoil'd her Voice she strain'd her Throat She did as Learned Women do Till every thing That heard her sing Wou'd run away from her as I from you Exit Aesop running Hortentia sola How grosly do's this poor World suffer it self to be impos'd upon Aesop a Man of sence Ha ha ha ha ha Alas poor Wretch I shou'd not have known him but by his Deformity His Soul 's as nauseous to my Understanding as his odious Body to my sense of Feeling Well 'mongst all the Wits that are allow'd to shine Methinks there 's nothing yet approaches mine Sure I was sent the Homely Age t' adorn What Star I know not rul'd when I was born But every thing besides my self 's my scorn Exit The End of the First ACT. ACT. II. Enter Euphronia and Doris Dor. WHat in the Name of Iove's the matter with you Speak for Heaven's sake Euph. Oh What shall I do Doris I 'm undone Dor. What ravisht Euph. No ten times worse Unlace me or I shall swoond Dor. Unlace you Why you are not thereabouts I hope Euph. No no worse still worse than all that Dor. Nay then it 's bad indeed Dor. unlaces her There How d' ye do now Euph. So it 's going over Dor. Courage pluck up your Spirits Well now what 's the matter Euph. The matter Thou sha't hear Know that that Cheat Aesop Dor. Like enough speak What has he done That ugly ill-boding Cyclops Euph. Why instead of keeping his Promise and speaking for Oronces he has not said one word but what has been for himself And by my Father's Order before to Morrow Noon he 's to marry me Dor. He marry you Euph. Am I in the wrong to be in this despair Tell me Doris if I am to blame Dor. To blame No by my troth That ugly old-treacherous piece of Vermin That Melancholy mixture of Impotence and Desire Do's his mouth stand to a young Partridge Ah the old Goat And your Father He down right doats at last then Euph. Ah Doris What a Husband do's he give me and what a Lover do's he rob me of Thou know'st 'em both Think of Oronces and think of Aesop. Dor Spitting A Foul Monster And yet now I think on 't I 'm almost as angry at t' other too Methinks he makes but a slow Voyage on 't for a Man in Love 'T is now above two Months since he went to Lesbos to pack up the old Bones of his dead Father Sure he might have made a little more hast Enter Oronces Euph. Oh my heart What do I see Dor. Talk of the Devil and he 's at your Elbow Or. My Dear Soul Euph. runs and leaps about his Neck Euph. Why wou'd you stay so long From me Or. 'T was not my Fault indeed The Winds Dor. The Winds Will the Winds blow you your Mistress again We have had Winds too and Waves into the bargain Storms and Tempests Sea-Monsters and the Devil an' all She strugled as long as she cou'd but a Woman can do no more than she can do When her breath was gone down she sunk Or. What 's the meaning of all this Dor. Meaning There 's meaning and mumping too Your Mistress is married that 's all Or. Death and Furies Euph clinging about him Don't you frighten him too much neither Dor. No my Dear I 'm not yet Executed though I am Condemn'd Or. Condemn'd to what Speak Quick Dor. To be married Or. Married When how where to what to whom Dor. Aesop Aesop Aesop Aesop Aesop. Or. Fiends and Spectres What that piece of Deformity that Monster that Crump Dor. The same Sir the same I find he knows him You might have come home sooner Or. Dear Euphronia ease me from my pain Swear that You neither have nor will consent I know this comes from your ambitious Father But you 're too generous too true to leave me Millions of Kingdoms ne'er wou'd shake my Faith And I believe your Constancy as firm Euph. You do me Justice You shall find you do For Wracks and Tortures Crowns and Scepters join'd shall neither fright me from my truth nor tempt me to be false On this you may depend Dor. Wou'd to the Lord you wou'd find some other place to make your fine speeches in Don't you know that our Dear Friend Aesop's coming to receive his Visits here In this great Downy Chair your pretty Little Husband Elect is to sit and hear all the Complaints in the Town One of Wisdoms Chief Recompences being to be constantly troubâ—ed with the business of Fools Pray Madam will you take the Gentleman by the hand and lead him into your Chamber and when you are there Don't lie Whining and Crying and Sighing and Wishing Aside If he had not been more Modest than Wise he might have set such a mark upon the Goods before now that ne'er a Merchant of 'em all wou'd have bought 'em out of his hands But young Fellows are always in the wrong Either so impudent they are nauseous or so modest they are useless Go pray get you gone together Euph. But if my Father catch us we are ruin'd Dor. By my Conscience this Love will make us all turn Fools Before your Father can open the Door can't he slip down the Back-stairs I 'm sure he may if you don't hold him but that 's the old Trade Ah Well get you gone however Hark I hear the old Baboon cough Away Ex. Or. and Euph. running Here he comes with his Ugly Beake before him Ah a Luscious Bed-fellow by my troth Enter Learchus and Aesop. Lear. Well Doris What news from my Daughter is she prudent Dor. Yes very prudent Lear. What says she What do's she do Dor. Do what shou'd she do Tears her Cornet Bites her Thumbs Throws her Fan in the fire Thinks it's dark Night at Noon day Dreams of Monsters and Hobgoblins Raves in her Sleep of forc'd Marriage and Cuckoldom Cryes Avant Deformity then wakens of a sudden with fifty Arguments at her Fingers ends to prove the Lawfulness of Rebellion in a Child when a Parent turns Tyrant Lear. Very fine But all this shan't serve her turn I have said the Word and will be obey'd My Lord do's her honour Dor. Aside Yes and that 's all he can do to her To Lear. But I can't blame the Gentleman after all He loves my Mistress because she 's â—andsome and she hates him because he 's ugly I never saw two People more in the right in my Life To Aesop. You 'll pardon me Sir I 'm somewhat free Aesop. Why a Ceremony wou'd but take up time But Governour methinks I have an admirable Advocate about your Daughter Lear. Out of the Room Impudence begone I say Dor. So I will but you 'll be as