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A38689
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The comical revenge, or, Love in a tub acted at His Highness the Duke of York's Theatre in Lincolns-Inn-Fields.
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Etherege, George, Sir, 1635?-1691.
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surprise is this Bruce Hither I 'm come to make my lawful claim You are my Mistress and must own my flame Beau. Forbear bold man and do not tempt thy fate Taking her by the other hand Thou hast no right her Love does right create Thy Claim must to my Title here give place 'T is not who loves but whom she 's pleas'd to grace Grac. Hear me but speak Bruce you divide my care Though not my Love you my Compassion share My heart does double duty it does mourn For you brave Bruce for you brave Beaufort burn Bruce Your pity but destroys if you wou'd save It is your Love Graciana I must have Beauf. Her Love is mine she did it now declare Name it no more but vanish and despair Bruce Death do you think to conjure me away I am no Devil that am forc'd t' obey If y' are so good at that here are such charms Laying his hand on his Sword Can fright y'into the circle of her arms Beauf. Here is a Sword more fit for my defence This is not courage Bruce but insolence Grac. takes Beauf. in her arms Graciana let me go my heart wants room Grac. My arms till now were ne're thought troublesom Bruce Beaufort I hope y 'ave courage to appear Where sacred Sanctuary is not near I 'le leave you now within that happy state Which does provoke my fury and my hate Ex. Bru. and Lov. Grac. You must not meet him in the field to prove A doubtful Combate for my certain Love Beside your heart is mine will you expose The heart you gave me to its raging foes Those men want Honour who stake that at play Which to their Friends their kindness gave away Beauf. Graciana why did you confine me so Within your arms you shou'd have let me go We soon had finish'd this our hot debate Which now must wait a longer time on Fate Grac. None in combustions blame such sa desire To save their pretious Goods from raging fire Banish this passion now my Lord and prove Your anger cannot overcloud your Love Beauf. Your glorious presence can this rage controul And make a calm in my tempestuous soul But yet there must be time the Sun does bear A while with the fierce tempests of the Air Before he make those stormy conflicts cease And with his conquering beams proclaims a Peace Exeunt ACT. IV. SCEN. I. Enter Lord Beaufort and Lovis Lovis FArewell my Lord I 'le to my Friend declare How gen'rous you in your acceptance were Beauf. My Honour is as forward as my Love On equal wings of jealousie they move I to my Rival will in neither yield I 've won the Chamber and will win the Field Lovis Your Emulation Sir is swoln so high You may be worthy of his Victory You 'l meet with Honour blown not in the bud Whose Root was fed with vast expense of blood Ex. Lovis Enter Sir Frederick Sir Fred. What my Lord as studious as a Country Vicar on a Saturday in the afternoon I thought you had been ready for the Pulpit Beauf. I am not studying of speeches for my Mistress 'T is action that I now am thinking on Wherein there 's Honour to be gain'd And you Cousin are come luckily to share it Sir Fred. On my life a Prize to be playd for your Mistress I had notice of your Quarrel which brought me Hither so early with my Sword to serve you But dares so zealous a Lover as your Lordship Break the commandment of your Mistress I heard Poor Lady she wept and charg'd you to sleep In a whole skin but young men never know When th' are well Beau. Cousin my love to her cannot make me forget my duty To my Family Sir Fred. Pray whos 's body must I exercise my skill Upon Beauf. You met the man Graciana's Brother Sir Fred. An expert Gentleman and I have not Fenc'd of late unless it were with my Widows Maids and they are e'en too hard For me at my own weapon Beauf. Cousin 't is time we were preparing for the Field Sir Fred. I wait to serve you Sir Beauf. But yet with grief Graciana I must go Since I your Brother there shall meet my Foe My fate too near resembles theirs where he Did wound himself that hurt his Enemy Exeunt SCEN. II. Enter Wheadle and Palmer dress'd like the Lord Bevil Whead. So my Proteus exactly dress'd Dexterous Rogue Is Grace ready in her Geers and Settl'd in my Lady Dawbwells house Palm Every trap is baited Whead. I 'le warrant thee then we catch our Cully He 's gone to put himself into a fantastick Garb in imitation of Sir Frederick Frollick He 's almost frantick with the very conceit Of gaining the rich Widow But heark I Hear him coming slip down the back way And to your charge Exit Palmer Enter Cully Sir Nich. Wheadle and what think you of this Habit is it not very modish Whead. As any man need wear How did you Furnish your self so suddenly Sir Nich. Suddenly I protest I was at least at Sixteen Broakers before I cou'd put my self Exactly into the fashion but now I defie Sir Frederick I am as fine as he and will be as mad As he if that will carry the Widow I 'le warrant Thee Whead. Is it not better pushing thus for a Fortune Before your Reputation 's blasted With the infamous names of Coward and Gamester And so become able to pay the thousand pounds without noise Then going into the Country selling your Land Making a havock among your Woods or mortgaging Your Estate to a scrupulous Scrivener that will Whisper it iuto the ears of the whole Town By inquiring of your good behaviour Sir Nich. Excellent Wheadle And will my Lord Bevill speak my commendations to his Sister Whead. She is impatient till she see you Sir For in my hearing upon the account I gave him Of you he told her you were the prettiest wirtest Wildest Gentleman about the Town and a Cavalier In your heart The only things that take her Sir Nich. Wheadle come I will go to the Tavern And swallow two whole quarts of Wine Instantly and when I am drunk Ride on a Drawers back to visit her Whead. Some less Frollick to begin with Sir Nich. I will cut three Drawers over the pate then And go with a Tavern-Lanthorn before me at noon-day Come away Exeunt Cully singing SCEN. III. Enter Palmer and Grace Palm Do not I look like a very Reverend Lord Grace Grace And I like a very fine Lady Mr Palmer Palm Yes in good faith Grace what a rogue is that Wheadle to have kept such a Treasure to himself Without communicating a little to his Friends Offers to kiss her Grace Forbear you 'l be out in your Part My Lord when Sir Nich'las comes Palm The truth is my Lady I am better Prepar'd at this time to act a Lover then A Relation Grace That grave dress is very amorous indeed Palm My Virtues like those
Aspera arteria Is perforated Lovis Tell me in English will he live or die Chyr Truly I despair of his recovery Exit Chyrurgion Aurel. aside Forgive me Ladies if excess of Love Me beyond rules of Modesty does move And against custom makes me now reveal Those flames my tortur'd breast did long conceal 'T is some excuse that I my Love declare When there 's no med'cine left to cure despair Weeps by the Chair side Bruce Oh Heav'n can fair Aurelia weep for me This is some comfort to my misery Kind Maid those eyes should only pity take Of such as feel no wounds but what they make Who for another in your sight does mourn Deserves not your compassion but your scorn Aurel. I come not here with tears to pity you I for your pity with this passion sue Bruce My pity tell me what can be the grief That from the miserable hopes relief Aurel. Before you know this grief you feel the pain Bruce You cannot love and not be lov'd again Where so much Beauty does with Love conspire No mortal can resist that double fire Aurel. When proud Graciana wounded your brave heart On poor Aurelia's you reveng'd the smart Whilst you in vain did seek those wounds to cure With patience I their torture did endure Bruce My happiness has been so long conceal'd That it becomes my misery reveal'd That which shou'd prove my joy now proves my grief And that brings pain which known had brought relief Aurelia why wou'd you not let me know Whilst I had pow'r to pay the debt I owe 'T is now too late yet all I can I 'le do I 'le sigh away the breath I 've left for you Aurel. You yet have pow'r to grant me all I crave 'T is not your Love I court I court your Grave I with my flame seek not to warm your breast But beg my ashes in your Urn may rest For since Graciana's loss you scorn'd t'out-live I am resolv'd I 'le not your death survive Bruce Hold you too gen'rous are yet I may live Heav'n for your sake may grant me a reprieve Aurel. Oh no Heav'n has decree'd alas that we Shou'd in our Fates not in our Loves agree Bruce Dear Friend my rashness I too late repent To Lovis I ne're thought death till now a punishment Enter Graciana Grac. Oh do not talk of death the very sound Once more will give my heart a mortal wound Here on my knees I 've sinn'd I must confess Against your Love and my own happiness I like the child whose folly proves his loss Refus'd the gold and did accept the dross Bruce You have in Beaufort made so good a choice His virtue 's such he has his Rival's voice Graciana none but his great Soul cou'd prove Worthy to be the centre of your Love Grac. You to another wou'd such virtue give Brave Sir as in your self does only live If to the most deserving I am due He must resign his weaker claim to you Bruce This is but flatt'ry for I 'me sure you can Think none so worthy as that gen'rous man By honour you are his Grac. Yet Sir I know How much I to your gen'rous passion owe You bleed for me and if for me you die Your loss I 'le mourn with vow'd Virginity Bruce Can you be mindful of so small a debt And that which you to Beaufort owe forget That will not Honour but Injustice be Honour with Justice always does agree This gen'rous pity which for me you shew Is more then you to my misfortunes owe These tears Graciana which for me you shed Ore-prize the blood which I for you have bled But now I can no more My spirits faint within my wearied breast Lovis Sister 't is fit you give him leave to rest Who waits Enter Servants With care convey him to his bed Bruce Hold Dearest Aurelia I will strive to live If you will but endeavour not to grieve Lovis Brave man The wonder of this Age thou 'lt prove For matchless Gratitude and gen'rous Love Exeunt all but Graciana Grac. How strangely is my soul perplex'd by fate The man I love I must pretend to hate And with dissembled scorn his presence fly Whose absence is my greatest misery Enter Beaufort Beauf. Hear me upon my knees I beg you 'l hear She 's gone Exit Graciana There was no need false woman to encrease My misery with hopes of happiness This scorn at first had to my Love and me But Justice been now it is Cruelty Was there no way his constancy to prove But by your own inconstancy in Love To try anothers Virtue cou'd you be Graciana to your own an enemy Sure 't is but passion which she thus does vent Blown up with anger and with discontent Because my Honour disobey'd her Will And Bruce for love of her his blood did spill I once more in her eyes will read my fate I need no wound to kill me if she hate SCEN. II. Enter Cully drunk with a blind Fellow led before him playing on a Cymbal follow'd by a number of boys hollowing and persecuting him Cul. Villains sons of unknown fathers tempt Me no more The boys hout at him he draws his Sword I will make a young generation of Cripples to Succeed in Lincolns-Inn-Fields and Covent-Garden The barbarous breeding of these London boys Frights the boys away Boy that leads the Cymbal Whither do you intend to go Sir Cul. To see the wealthy Widow Mrs. Rich. Boy Where does she dwell Sir Cul. Hereabouts enquire I will Serenade Her at noon-day Exeunt Enter the Widow and her maid Betty Wid. Where is this poor Frenchman Girl h 'as done me Good service Betty The Butler has got him down into the Cellar Madam Made him drunk and laid him to sleep among His empty Cask Wid. Pray when he wakes let him be releas'd of his Imprisonment Betty you use your Servant too severely The Cimbal plays without Hark what ridiculous noise is that it sets my teeth An edge worse then the scraping of Trenchers Enter a Servant Serv. Madam a rude drunken fellow with a Cimbal before Him and his sword in his hand is press'd into your House Enter Cully and Cimbal The women shriek Cul. Sirrah play me a bawdy Tune to please the Widow have at thee Widow Betty 'T is one of Oliver's Knights Madam Sir Nicholas Cully his Mother was my Grand-mother's Dairy maid Enter Servants they lay hands on him and take away his Sword Cul. Let me go I am not so drunk but I can stand Without your help Gentlemen Widow here is Musique send for a Parson And we will dance Barnaby within this Half hour Wid. I will send for a Constable Sir Cul. Hast a mind to see me beat him how those Rogues Dread me Did not Wheadle tell thee upon what Conditions I wou'd condescend to make thee my Bed-fellow Widow speak Wid. This is some drunken mistake away with him Thrust him out of door Enter a Servant Clashing