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The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers............................................................................................................1
Aphra Behn..............................................................................................................................................1
PART I .....................................................................................................................................................1
PROLOGUE............................................................................................................................................1 ...............................................................................................................................................................................3
ACT ISCENE 1.......................................................................................................................................3
ACT IISCENE 1....................................................................................................................................22
ACT IIISCENE 1 ...................................................................................................................................39
ACT IVSCENE 1 ...................................................................................................................................64
PART II ..................................................................................................................................................68
PROLOGUE..........................................................................................................................................68
ACT I.....................................................................................................................................................70
ACT II ....................................................................................................................................................90
ACT IIISCENE 1 .................................................................................................................................112
ACT IVSCENE 1 .................................................................................................................................135
ACT V ..................................................................................................................................................160
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The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
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Part I
Prologue
Act I
Act II
Act III
Act IV
Part II
Prologue
Act I
Act II
Act III
Act IV
Act V
PART I
PROLOGUE
Written by a Person of Quality.
WITS, like Physicians, never can agree,
When of a different Society;
And Rabel's Drops were never more cry'd down
By all the Learned Doctors of the Town,
Than a new Play, whose author is unknown:
Nor can those Doctors with more Malice sue
(And powerful Purses) the dissenting Few,
Than those with an insulting Pride do rail
At all who are not of their own Cabal.
If a Young Poet hit your Humour right,
You judge him then out of Revenge and Spite;
So amongst Men there are ridiculous Elves,
Who Monkeys hate for being too like themselves:
So that the Reason of the Grand Debate,
Why Wit so oft is damn'd, when good Plays take,
Is, that you censure as you love or hate.
Thus, like a learned Conclave, Poets sit
Catholick Judges both of Sense and Wit,
And damn or save, as they themselves think fit.
Yet those who to others Faults are so severe,
Are not so perfect, but themselves may err.
Some write correct indeed, but then the whole
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(Bating their own dull Stuff i'th' Play) is stole:
As Bees do suck from Flowers their Honeydew,
So they rob others, striving to please you.
Some write their Characters genteel and fine,
But then they do so toil for every Line,
That what to you does easy seem, and plain,
Is the hard issue of their labouring Brain.
And some th' Effects of all their Pains we see,
Is but to mimick good Extempore.
Others by long Converse about the Town,
Have Wit enough to write a leud Lampoon,
But their chief Skill lies in a Baudy Song.
In short, the only Wit that's now in Fashion
Is but the Gleanings of good Conversation.
As for the Author of this coming Play,
I ask'd him what he thought fit I should say,
In thanks for your good Company to day:
He call'd me Fool, and said it was well known,
You came not here for our sakes, but your own.
New Plays are stuffed with Wits, and with Debauches,
That croud and sweat like Cits in Mayday Coaches.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
MEN:
DON ANTONIO, the ViceRoy's Son
DON PEDRO, a Noble Spainard, his Friend
BELVILE, an English Colonel in love with Florinda
WILLMORE, the ROVER
FREDERICK, an English Gentleman, and Friend to Belvile and Blunt
BLUNT, an English Country Gentleman
STEPHANO, Servant to Don Pedro
PHILIPPO, Lucetta's Gallant
SANCHO, Pimp to Lucetta
BISKY and SEBASTIAN, two Bravoes to Angelica
DIEGO, Page to Don Antonio
PAGE to HELLENA
BOY, Page to Belvile
BLUNT's MAN
OFFICERS and SOLDIERS
WOMEN:
FLORINDA, Sister to Don Pedro
HELLENA, a gay young Woman design'd for a Nun, and Sister to Florinda
VALERIA, a Kinswoman to Florinda
ANGELICA BIANCA, a famous Curtezan
MORETTA, her Woman
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CALLIS, Governess to Florinda and Hellena
LUCETTA, a jilting Wench
SERVANTS, OTHER MASQUERADERS, Men and Women.
ACT I
SCENE 1
Naples, in Carnivaltime. A chamber.
[Enter Florinda and Hellena.]
FLORINDA
What an impertinent thing is a young Girl bred in a Nunnery! How full of Questions! Prithee no more,
Hellena; I have told thee more than thou understand'st already.
HELLENA
The more's my Grief; I wou'd fain know as much as you, which makes me so inquisitive; nor is't enough to
know you're a Lover, unless you tell me too, who 'tis you sigh for.
FLORINDA
When you are a Lover, I'll think you fit for a Secret of that nature.
HELLENA
'Tis true, I was never a Lover yet but I begin to have a shreud Guess, what 'tis to be so, and fancy it very
pretty to sigh, and sing, and blush and wish, and dream and wish, and long and wish to see the Man; and
when I do, look pale and tremble; just as you did when my Brother brought home the fine English Colonel to
see you what do you call him? Don Belvile.
FLORINDA
Fie, Hellena.
HELLENA
That Blush betrays you I am sure 'tis so or is it Don Antonio the ViceRoy's Son? or perhaps the
rich Don Vincentio, whom my father designs for your Husband? Why do you blush again?
FLORINDA
With Indignation; and how near soever my Father thinks I am to marrying that hated Object, I shall let him
see I understand better what's due to my beauty Birth and Fortune, and more to my Soul, than to obey those
unjust Commands.
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HELLENA
Now hang me, if I don't love thee for that dear Disobedience. I love Mischief strangely, as most of our Sex
do, who are come to love nothing else But tell me, dear Florinda, don't you love that fine Anglese? For
I vow next to loving him my self, 'twill please me most that you do so, for he is so gay and so handsom.
FLORINDA
Hellena, a Maid design'd for a Nun ought not to be so curious in a Discourse of Love.
HELLENA
And dost thou think that ever I'll be a Nun? Or at least till I'm so old, I'm fit for nothing else. Faith no, Sister;
and that which makes me long to know whether you love Belvile, is because I hope he has some mad
Companion or other, that will spoil my Devotion; nay I'm resolv'd to provide my self this Carnival, if there be
e'er a handsom Fellow of my Humour above Ground, tho I ask first.
FLORINDA
Prithee be not so wild.
HELLENA
Now you have provided your self with a Man, you take no Care for poor me Prithee tell me, what dost
thou see about me that is unfit for Love have not I a world of Youth? a Humor gay? a Beauty passable? a
Vigour desirable? well shap'd? clean limb'd? sweet breath'd? and Sense enough to know how all these ought
to be employ'd to the best Advantage: yes, I do and will. Therefore lay aside your Hopes of my Fortune, by
my being a Devotee, and tell me how you came acquainted with this Belvile; for I perceive you knew Him
before he came to Naples.
FLORINDA
Yes, I knew him at the Siege of Pampelona, he was then a Colonel of French Horse, who when the Town was
ransack'd, nobly treated my Brother and my self, preserving us from all Insolencies; and I must own, (besides
great Obligations) I have I know not what, that pleads kindly for him about my Heart, and will suffer no other
to enter But see my Brother.
[Enter Don Pedro, Stephano, with a Masquing Habit, and Callis.]
PEDRO
Good morrow, Sister. Pray, when saw you your Lover Don Vincentio?
FLORINDA
I know not, Sir Callis, when was he here? for I consider it so little, I know not when it was.
PEDRO
I have a Command from my Father here to tell you, you ought not to despise him, a Man of so vast a Fortune,
and such a Passion for you Stephano, my things
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[Puts on his Masquing Habit.]
FLORINDA
A Passion for me! 'tis more than e'er I saw, or had a desire should be shown I hate Vincentio, and I would
not have a Man so dear to me as my Brother follow the ill Customs of our Country, and make a Slave of his
Sister And Sir, my Father's Will, I'm sure, you may divert.
PEDRO
I know not how dear I am to you, but I wish only to be rank'd in your Esteem, equal with the English Colonel
Belvile Why do you frown and blush? Is there any Guilt belongs to the Name of that Cavalier?
FLORINDA
I'll not deny I value Belvile: when I was expos'd to such Dangers as the licens'd Lust of common Soldiers
threatned, when Rage and Conquest flew thro the City then Belvile, this Criminal for my sake, threw
himself into all Dangers to save my Honour, and will you not allow him my Esteem?
PEDRO
Yes, pay him what you will in Honour but you must consider Don Vincentio's Fortune, and the Jointure
he'll make you.
FLORINDA
Let him consider my Youth, Beauty and Fortune; which ought not to be thrown away on his Age and Jointure.
PEDRO
'Tis true, he's not so young and fine a Gentleman as that Belvile but what jewels will that Cavalier present
you with? those of his Eyes and Heart?
HELLENA
And are not those better than any Don Vincentio has brought from the Indies?
PEDRO
Why how now! Has your Nunnerybreeding taught you to understand the Value of Hearts and Eyes?
HELLENA
Better than to believe Vincentio deserves Value from any woman He may perhaps encrease her Bags, but
not her Family.
PEDRO
This is fine Go up to your Devotion, you are not design'd for the Conversation of Lovers.
HELLENA
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[Aside.] Nor Saints yet a while I hope.
Is't not enough you make a Nun of me, but you must cast my Sister away too, exposing her to a worse
confinement than a religious Life?
PEDRO
The Girl's mad Is it a Confinement to be carry'd into the Country, to an ancient Villa belonging to the
Family of the Vincentio's these five hundred Years, and have no other Prospect than that pleasing one of
seeing all her own that meets her Eyes a fine Air, large Fields and Gardens, where she may walk and
gather Flowers?
HELLENA
When? By MoonLight? For I'm sure she dares not encounter with the heat of the Sun; that were a Task only
for Don Vincentio and his Indian Breeding, who loves it in the Dogdays And if these be her daily
Divertisements, what are those of the Night? to lie in a wide Motheaten BedChamber with Furniture in
Fashion in the Reign of King Sancho the First; the Bed that which his Forefathers liv'd and dy'd in.
PEDRO
Very well.
HELLENA
This Apartment (new furbisht and fitted out for the young Wife) he (out of Freedom) makes his
Dressingroom; and being a frugal and a jealous Coxcomb, instead of a Valet to uncase his feeble Carcase,
he desires you to do that Office Signs of Favour, I'll assure you, and such as you must not hope for, unless
your Woman be out of the way.
PEDRO
Have you done yet?
HELLENA
That Honour being past, the Giant stretches it self, yawns and sighs a Belch or two as loud as a Musket,
throws himself into Bed, and expects you in his foul Sheets, and e'er you can get your self undrest, calls you
with a Snore or two And are not these fine Blessings to a young Lady?
PEDRO
Have you done yet?
HELLENA
And this man you must kiss, nay, you must kiss nay but him too and nuzle thro his Beard to find his Lips
and this you must submit to for threescore Years, and all for a Jointure.
PEDRO
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For all your Character of Don Vincentio she is as like to marry him as she was before.
HELLENA
Marry Don Vincentio! hang me, such a Wedlock would be worse than Adultery with another Man: I had
rather see her in the Hostel de Dieu, to waste her Youth there in Vows, and be a Handmaid to Lazers and
Cripples, than to lose it in such a Marriage.
PEDRO
You have consider'd, Sister, that Belvile has no Fortune to bring you to, is banisht his Country, despis'd at
home, and pity'd abroad.
HELLENA
What then? the ViceRoy's Son is better than that Old Sir Fisty. Don Vincentio! Don Indian! he thinks he's
trading to Gambo still, and wou'd barter himself (that Bell and Bawble) for your Youth and Fortune.
PEDRO
Callis, take her hence, and lock her up all this Carnival, and at Lent she shall begin her everlasting Penance in
a Monastery.
HELLENA
I care not, I had rather be a Nun, than be oblig'd to marry as you wou'd have me, if I were design'd for't.
PEDRO
Do not fear the Blessing of that Choice you shall be a Nun.
HELLENA
[Aside.] Shall I so? you may chance to be mistaken in my way of Devotion A Nun! yes I am like to make
a fine Nun! I have an excellent Humour for a Grate: No, I'll have a Saint of my own to pray to shortly, if I
like any that dares venture on me.
PEDRO
[Aside.] Callis, make it your Business to watch this wild Cat.
As for you, Florinda, I've only try'd you all this while, and urg'd my Father's Will; but mine is, that you would
love Antonio, he is brave and young, and all that can compleat the Happiness of a gallant Maid This
Absence of my Father will give us opportunity to free you from Vincentio, by marrying here, which you must
do to morrow.
FLORINDA
To morrow!
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To morrow, or 'twill be too late 'tis not my Friendship to Antonio, which makes me urge this, but Love to
thee, and Hatred to Vincentio therefore resolve upon't to morrow.
FLORINDA
Sir, I shall strive to do, as shall become your Sister.
PEDRO
I'll both believe and trust you Adieu.
[Exit Ped. and Steph.]
HELLENA
As become his Sister ! That is, to be as resolved your way, as he is his
[Hellena goes to Callis.]
FLORINDA
I ne'er till now perceiv'd my Ruin near, I've no Defence against Antonio's Love, For he has all the Advantages
of Nature, The moving Arguments of Youth and Fortune.
HELLENA
But hark you, Callis, you will not be so cruel to lock me up indeed: will you?
CALLIS
I must obey the Commands I hate besides, do you consider what a Life you are going to lead?
HELLENA
Yes, Callis, that of a Nun: and till then I'll be indebted a World of Prayers to you, if you let me now see, what
I never did, the Divertisements of a Carnival.
CALLIS
What, go in Masquerade? 'twill be a fine farewell to the World I take it pray what wou'd you do there?
HELLENA
That which all the World does, as I am told, be as mad as the rest, and take all innocent Freedom Sister,
you'll go too, will you not? come prithee be not sad We'll outwit twenty Brothers, if you'll be ruled by
me Come put off this dull Humour with your Clothes, and assume one as gay, and as fantastick as the
Dress my Cousin Valeria and I have provided, and let's ramble.
FLORINDA
Callis, will you give us leave to go?
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CALLIS
I have a youthful Itch of going my self.
[Aside.] Madam, if I thought your Brother might not know it, and I might wait on you, for by my troth I'll not
trust young Girls alone.
FLORINDA
Thou see'st my Brother's gone already and thou shalt attend and watch us.
[Enter Stephano.]
STEPHANO
Madam, the Habits are come, and your Cousin Valeria is drest, and stays for you.
FLORINDA
'Tis well I'll write a Note, and if I chance to see Belvile, and want an opportunity to speak to him, that
shall let him know what I've resolv'd in favour of him.
HELLENA
Come, let's in and dress us.
[Exeunt.]
ACT I
SCENE 2
A Long Street.
[Enter Belvile, melancholy, Blunt and Frederick.]
FREDERICK
Why, what the Devil ails the Colonel, in a time when all the World is gay, to look like mere Lent thus? Hadst
thou been long enough in Naples to have been in love, I should have sworn some such Judgment had befall'n
thee.
BELVILE
No, I have made no new Amours since I came to Naples.
FREDERICK
You have left none behind you in Paris.
BELVILE
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Neither.
FREDERICK
I can't divine the Cause then; unless the old Cause, the want of Mony.
BLUNT
And another old Cause, the want of a Wench Wou'd not that revive you?
BELVILE
You're mistaken, Ned.
BLUNT
Nay, 'Sheartlikins, then thou art past Cure.
FREDERICK
I have found it out; thou hast renew'd thy Acquaintance with the Lady that cost thee so many Sighs at the
Siege of Pampelona pox on't, what d'ye call her her Brother's a noble Spaniard Nephew to the dead
General Florinda ay, Florinda And will nothing serve thy turn but that damn'd virtuous Woman,
whom on my Conscience thou lov'st in spite too, because thou seest little or no possibility of gaining her?
BELVILE
Thou art mistaken, I have Interest enough in that lovely Virgin's Heart, to make me proud and vain, were it
not abated by the Severity of a Brother, who perceiving my Happiness
FREDERICK
Has civilly forbid thee the House?
BELVILE
'Tis so, to make way for a powerful Rival, the ViceRoy's Son, who has the advantage of me, in being a Man
of Fortune, a Spaniard, and her Brother's Friend; which gives him liberty to make his Court, whilst I have
recourse only to Letters, and distant Looks from her Window, which are as soft and kind as those which
Heav'n sends down on Penitents.
BLUNT
Hey day! 'Sheartlikins, Simile! by this Light the Man is quite spoil'd Frederick, what the Devil are we
made of, that we cannot be thus concerned for a Wench? 'Sheartlikins, our Cupids are like the Cooks of
the Camp, they can roast or boil a Woman, but they have none of the fine Tricks to set 'em off, no Hogoes to
make the Sauce pleasant, and the Stomach sharp.
FREDERICK
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I dare swear I have had a hundred as young, kind and handsom as this Florinda; and Dogs eat me, if they
were not as troublesom to me i'th' Morning, as they were welcome o'er night.
BLUNT
And yet, I warrant, he wou'd not touch another Woman, if he might have her for nothing.
BELVILE
That's thy joy, a cheap Whore.
BLUNT
Why, 'dsheartlikins, I love a frank Soul When did you ever hear of an honest Woman that took a Man's
Mony? I warrant 'em good ones But, Gentlemen, you may be free, you have been kept so poor with
Parliaments and Protectors, that the little Stock you have is not worth preserving but I thank my Stars, I
have more Grace than to forfeit my Estate by Cavaliering.
BELVILE
Methinks only following the Court should be sufficient to entitle 'em to that.
BLUNT
'Sheartlikins, they know I follow it to do it no good, unless they pick a hole in my Coat for lending you Mony
now and then; which is a greater Crime to my Conscience, Gentlemen, than to the Commonwealth.
[Enter Willmore.]
WILLMORE
Ha! dear Belvile! noble Colonel!
BELVILE
Willmore! welcome ashore, my dear Rover! what happy Wind blew us this good Fortune?
WILLMORE
Let me salute you my dear Fred, and then command me How is't honest Lad?
FREDERICK
Faith, Sir, the old Complement, infinitely the better to see my dear mad Willmore again Prithee why
camest thou ashore? and where's the Prince?
WILLMORE
He's well, and reigns still Lord of the watery Element I must aboard again within a Day or two, and my
Business ashore was only to enjoy my self a little this Carnival.
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BELVILE
Pray know our new Friend, Sir, he's but bashful, a raw Traveller, but honest, stout, and one of us.
[Embraces Blunt.]
WILLMORE
That you esteem him, gives him an interest here.
BLUNT
Your Servant, Sir.
WILLMORE
But well Faith I'm glad to meet you again in a warm Climate, where the kind Sun has its godlike Power
still over the Wine and Woman. Love and Mirth are my Business in Naples; and if I mistake not the Place,
here's an excellent Market for Chapmen of my Humour.
BELVILE
See here be those kind Merchants of Love you look for.
[Enter several Men in masquing Habits, some playing on Musick, others dancing after; Women drest like
Curtezans, with Papers pinn'd to their Breasts, and Baskets of Flowers in their Hands.]
BLUNT
'Sheartlikins, what have we here!
FREDERICK
Now the Game begins.
WILLMORE
Fine pretty Creatures! may a stranger have leave to look and love? What's here Roses for every Month!
[Reads the Paper.]
BLUNT
Roses for every Month! what means that?
BELVILE
They are, or wou'd have you think they're Curtezans, who here in Naples are to be hir'd by the Month.
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Kind and obliging to inform us Pray where do these Roses grow? I would fain plant some of 'em in a Bed
of mine.
WOMAN
Beware such Roses, Sir.
WILLMORE
A Pox of fear: I'll be bak'd with thee between a pair of Sheets, and that's thy proper Still, so I might but strow
such Roses over me and under me Fair one, wou'd you wou'd give me leave to gather at your Bush this
idle Month, I wou'd go near to make some Body smell of it all the Year after.
BELVILE
And thou hast need of such a Remedy, for thou stinkest of Tar and Ropeends, like a Dock or Pesthouse.
[The Woman puts her self into the Hands of a Man, and Exit.]
WILLMORE
Nay, nay, you shall not leave me so.
BELVILE
By all means use no Violence here.
WILLMORE
Death! just as I was going to be damnably in love, to have her led off! I could pluck that Rose out of his
Hand, and even kiss the Bed, the Bush it grew in.
FREDERICK
No Friend to Love like a long Voyage at Sea.
BLUNT
Except a Nunnery, Fred.
WILLMORE
Death! but will they not be kind, quickly be kind? Thou know'st I'm no tame Sigher, but a rampant Lion of
the Forest.
[Two Men drest all over with Horns of several sorts, making Grimaces at one another, with Papers pinn'd on
their Backs, advance from the farther end of the Scene.]
BELVILE
Oh the fantastical Rogues, how they are dress'd! 'tis a Satir against the whole Sex.
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WILLMORE
Is this a Fruit that grows in this warm Country?
BELVILE
Yes: 'Tis pretty to see these Italian start, swell, and stab at the Word Cuckold, and yet stumble at Horns on
every Threshold.
WILLMORE
See what's on their Back Flowers for every Night.
[Reads.]
Ah Rogue! And more sweet than Roses of ev'ry Month! This is a Gardiner of Adam's own breeding.
[They dance.]
BELVILE
What think you of those grave People? is a Wake in Essex half so mad or extravagant?
WILLMORE
I like their sober grave way, 'tis a kind of legal authoriz'd Fornication, where the Men are not chid for't, nor
the Women despis'd, as amongst our dull English; even the Monsieurs want that part of good Manners.
BELVILE
But here in Italy a Monsieur is the humblest bestbred Gentleman Duels are so baffled by Bravo's that an
age shews not one, but between a Frenchman and a Hangman, who is as much too hard for him on the
Piazza, as they are for a Dutchman on the new Bridge But see another Crew.
Enter Florinda, Hellena, and Valeria, drest like Gipsies; Callis and Stephano, Lucetta, Philippo and Sancho in
Masquerade.
HELLENA
Sister, there's your Englishman, and with him a handsom proper Fellow I'll to him, and instead of telling
him his Fortune, try my own.
WILLMORE
Gipsies, on my Life Sure these will prattle if a Man cross their Hands.
[Goes to Hellena.]
Dear pretty (and I hope) young Devil, will you tell an amorous Stranger what Luck he's like to have?
HELLENA
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Have a care how you venture with me, Sir, lest I pick your Pocket, which will more vex your English
Humour, than an Italian Fortune will please you.
WILLMORE
How the Devil cam'st thou to know my Country and Humour?
HELLENA
The first I guess by a certain forward Impudence, which does not displease me at this time; and the Loss of
your Money will vex you, because I hope you have but very little to lose.
WILLMORE
Egad Child, thou'rt i'th' right; it is so little, I dare not offer it thee for a Kindness But cannot you divine
what other things of more value I have about me, that I would more willingly part with?
HELLENA
Indeed no, that's the Business of a Witch, and I am but a Gipsy yet Yet, without looking in your Hand, I
have a parlous Guess, 'tis some foolish Heart you mean, an inconstant English Heart, as little worth stealing
as your Purse.
WILLMORE
Nay, then thou dost deal with the Devil, that's certain Thou hast guess'd as right as if thou hadst been one
of that Number it has languisht for I find you'll be better acquainted with it; nor can you take it in a better
time, for I am come from Sea, Child; and Venus not being propitious to me in her own Element, I have a
world of Love in store Wou'd you would be goodnatur'd, and take some on't off my Hands.
HELLENA
Why I could be inclin'd that way but for a foolish Vow I am going to make to die a Maid.
WILLMORE
Then thou art damn'd without Redemption; and as I am a good Christian, I ought in charity to divert so
wicked a Design therefore prithee, dear Creature, let me know quickly when and where I shall begin to set
a helping hand to so good a Work.
HELLENA
If you should prevail with my tender Heart (as I begin to fear you will, for you have horrible loving Eyes)
there will be difficulty in't that you'll hardly undergo for my sake.
WILLMORE
Faith, Child, I have been bred in Dangers, and wear a Sword that has been employ'd in a worse Cause, than
for a handsom kind Woman Name the Danger let it be any thing but a long Siege, and I'll undertake it.
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Can you storm?
WILLMORE
Oh, most furiously.
HELLENA
What think you of a Nunnerywall? for he that wins me, must gain that first.
WILLMORE
A Nun! Oh how I love thee for't! there's no Sinner like a young Saint Nay, now there's no denying me: the
old Law had no Curse (to a Woman) like dying a Maid; witness Jephtha's Daughter.
HELLENA
A very good Text this, if well handled; and I perceive, Father Captain, you would impose no severe Penance
on her who was inclin'd to console her self before she took Orders.
WILLMORE
If she be young and handsom.
HELLENA
Ay, there's it but if she be not
WILLMORE
By this Hand, Child, I have an implicit Faith, and dare venture on thee with all Faults besides, 'tis more
meritorious to leave the World when thou hast tasted and prov'd the Pleasure on't; then 'twill be a Virtue in
thee, which now will be pure Ignorance.
HELLENA
I perceive, good Father Captain, you design only to make me fit for Heaven but if on the contrary you
should quite divert me from it, and bring me back to the World again, I should have a new Man to seek I find;
and what a grief that will be for when I begin, I fancy I shall love like any thing: I never try'd yet.
WILLMORE
Egad, and that's kind Prithee, dear Creature, give me Credit for a Heart, for faith, I'm a very honest Fellow
Oh, I long to come first to the Banquet of Love; and such a swinging Appetite I bring Oh, I'm
impatient. Thy Lodging, Sweetheart, thy Lodging, or I'm a dead man.
HELLENA
Why must we be either guilty of Fornication or Murder, if we converse With you Men? And is there no
difference between leave to love me, and leave to lie with me?
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WILLMORE
Faith, Child, they were made to go together.
LUCETTA
Are you sure this is the Man?
[Pointing to Blunt.]
SANCHO
When did I mistake your Game?
LUCETTA
'This is a stranger, I know by his gazing; if he be brisk he'll venture to follow me; and then, if I understand
my Trade, he's mine: he's English too, and they say that's a sort of good natur'd loving People, and have
generally so kind an opinion of themselves, that a Woman with any Wit may flatter 'em into any sort of Fool
she pleases.
BLUNT
'Tis so she is taken I have Beauties which my false Glass at home did not discover.
[She often passes by Blunt and gazes on him; he struts, and cocks, and walks, and gazes on her.]
FLORINDA
This Woman watches me so, I shall get no Opportunity to discover my self to him, and so miss the intent of
my coming
[Looking in his Hand.]
But as I was saying, Sir by this Line you should be a Lover.
BELVILE
I thought how right you guess'd, all Men are in love, or pretend to be so Come, let me go, I'm weary of
this fooling.
[Walks away.]
FLORINDA
I will not, till you have confess'd whether the Passion that you have vow'd Florinda be true or false.
[She holds him, he strives to get from her.]
BELVILE
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Florinda!
[Turns quick towards her.]
FLORINDA
Softly.
BELVILE
Thou hast nam'd one will fix me here for ever.
FLORINDA
She'll be disappointed then, who expects you this Night at the Gardengate, and if you'll fail not as let me
see the other Hand you will go near to do she vows to die or make you happy.
[Looks on Callis, who observes 'em.]
BELVILE
What canst thou mean?
FLORINDA
That which I say Farewel.
[Offers to go.]
BELVILE
Oh charming Sybil, stay, complete that Joy, which, as it is, will turn into Distraction! Where must I be? at
the Garden gate? I know it at night you say I'll sooner forfeit Heaven than disobey.
[Enter Don Pedro and other Masquers, and pass over the Stage.]
CALLIS
Madam, your Brother's here.
FLORINDA
Take this to instruct you farther.
[Gives him a Letter, and goes off.]
FREDERICK
Have a care, Sir, what you promise; this may be a Trap laid by her Brother to ruin you.
BELVILE
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Do not disturb my Happiness with Doubts.
[Opens the Letter.]
WILLMORE
My dear pretty Creature, a Thousand Blessings on thee; still in this Habit, you say, and after Dinner at this
Place.
HELLENA
Yes, if you will swear to keep your Heart, and not bestow it between this time and that.
WILLMORE
By all the little Gods of Love I swear, I'll leave it with you; and if you run away with it, those Deities of
Justice will revenge me.
[Exeunt all the Women except Lucetta.]
FREDERICK
Do you know the Hand?
BELVILE
'Tis Florinda's. All Blessings fall upon the virtuous Maid.
FREDERICK
Nay, no Idolatry, a sober Sacrifice I'll allow you.
BELVILE
Oh Friends! the welcom'st News, the softest Letter! nay, you shall see it; and could you now be serious, I
might be made the happiest Man the Sun shines on.
WILLMORE
The Reason of this mighty Joy.
BELVILE
See how kindly she invites me to deliver her from the threaten'd Violence of her Brother will you not
assist me?
WILLMORE
I know not what thou mean'st, but I'll make one at any Mischief where a Woman's concern'd but she'll be
grateful to us for the Favour, will she not?
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BELVILE
How mean you?
WILLMORE
How should I mean? Thou know'st there's but one way for a Woman to oblige me.
BELVILE
Don't prophane the Maid is nicely virtuous.
WILLMORE
Who pox, then she's fit for nothing but a Husband; let her e'en go, Colonel.
FREDERICK
Peace, she's the Colonel's Mistress, Sir.
WILLMORE
Let her be the Devil; if she be thy Mistress, I'll serve her name the way.
BELVILE
Read here this Postcript.
[Gives him a Letter.]
WILLMORE
[Reads.]
At Ten at night at the GardenGate of which, if I cannot get the Key, I will contrive a way over the
Wall come attended with a Friend or two. Kind heart, if we three cannot weave a String to let her
down a GardenWall, 'twere pity but the Hangman wove one for us all.
FREDERICK
Let her alone for that: your Woman's Wit, your fair kind Woman, will outtrick a Brother or a Jew, and
contrive like a Jesuit in Chains but see, Ned Blunt is stoln out after the Lure of a Damsel.
[Ex. Blunt and Lucet.]
BELVILE
So he'll scarce find his way home again, unless we get him cry'd by the Bellman in the Marketplace, and
'twou'd sound prettily a lost English Boy of Thirty.
FREDERICK
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I hope 'tis some common crafty Sinner, one that will fit him; it may be she'll sell him for Peru, the Rogue's
sturdy and would work well in a Mine; at least I hope she'll dress him for our Mirth; cheat him of all, then
have him wellfavour'dly bang'd, and turn'd out naked at Midnight.
WILLMORE
Prithee what Humor is he of, that you wish him so well?
BELVILE
Why, of an English Elder Brother's Humour, educated in a Nursery, with a Maid to tend him till Fifteen, and
lies with his Grandmother till he's of Age; one that knows no Pleasure beyond riding to the next Fair, or
going up to London with his right Worshipful Father in Parliamenttime; wearing gay Clothes, or making
honourable Love to his Lady Mother's LandryMaid; gets drunk at a HuntingMatch, and ten to one then
gives some Proofs of his Prowess A pox upon him, he's our Banker, and has all our Cash about him, and if
he fail we are all broke.
FREDERICK
Oh let him alone for that matter, he's of a damn'd stingy Quality, that will secure our Stock. I know not in
what Danger it were indeed, if the Jilt should pretend she's in love with him, for 'tis a kind believing
Coxcomb; otherwise if he part with more than a Piece of Eight geld him: for which offer he may chance
to be beaten, if she be a Whore of the first Rank.
BELVILE
Nay the Rogue will not be easily beaten, he's stout enough; perhaps if they talk beyond his Capacity, he may
chance to exercise his Courage upon some of them; else I'm sure they'll find it as difficult to beat as to please
him.
WILLMORE
'Tis a lucky Devil to light upon so kind a Wench!
FREDERICK
Thou hadst a great deal of talk with thy little Gipsy, coud'st thou do no good upon her? for mine was
hardhearted.
WILLMORE
Hang her, she was some damn'd honest Person of Quality, I'm sure, she was so very free and witty. If her
Face be but answerable to her Wit and Humour, I would be bound to Constancy this Month to gain her. In the
mean time have you made no kind Acquaintance since you came to Town? You do not use to be honest so
long, Gentlemen.
FREDERICK
Faith Love has kept us honest, we have been all fir'd with a Beauty newly come to Town, the famous
Paduana Angelica Bianca.
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WILLMORE
What, the Mistress of the dead Spanish General?
BELVILE
Yes, she's now the only ador'd Beauty of all the Youth in Naples, who put on all their Charms to appear
lovely in her sight, their Coaches, Liveries, and themselves, all gay, as on a Monarch's BirthDay, to attract
the Eyes of this fair Charmer, while she has the Pleasure to behold all languish for her that see her.
FREDERICK
'Tis pretty to see with how much Love the Men regard her, and how much Envy the Women.
WILLMORE
What Gallant has she?
BELVILE
None, she's exposed to Sale, and four Days in the Week she's yours for so much a Month.
WILLMORE
The very Thought of it quenches all manner of Fire in me yet prithee let's see her.
BELVILE
Let's first to Dinner, and after that we'll pass the Day as you please but at Night ye must all be at my
Devotion.
WILLMORE
I will not fail you.
[Exeunt.]
ACT II
SCENE 1
The Long Street.
[Enter Belvile and Frederick in MasquingHabits, and Willmore in his own Clothes, with a Vizard in his
Hand.]
WILLMORE
But why thus disguis'd and muzzl'd?
BELVILE
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Because whatever Extravagances we commit in these Faces, our own may not be oblig'd to answer 'em.
WILLMORE
I should have chang'd my Eternal Buff too: but no matter, my little Gipsy wou'd not have found me out then:
for if she should change hers, it is impossible I should know her, unless I should hear her prattle A Pox
on't, I cannot get her out of my Head: Pray Heaven, if ever I do see her again, she prove damnable ugly, that I
may fortify my self against her Tongue.
BELVILE
Have a care of Love, for o' my conscience she was not of a Quality to give thee any hopes.
WILLMORE
Pox on 'em, why do they draw a Man in then? She has play'd with my Heart so, that 'twill never lie still till I
have met with some kind Wench, that will play the Game out with me Oh for my Arms full of soft, white,
kind Woman! such as I fancy Angelica.
BELVILE
This is her House, if you were but in stock to get admittance; they have not din'd yet; I perceive the Picture is
not out.
[Enter Blunt.]
WILLMORE
I long to see the Shadow of the fair Substance, a Man may gaze on that for nothing.
BLUNT
Colonel, thy Hand and thine, Fred. I have been an Ass, a deluded Fool, a very Coxcomb from my Birth till
this Hour, and heartily repent my little Faith.
BELVILE
What the Devil's the matter with thee Ned?
BLUNT
Oh such a Mistress,
FREDERICK
Such a Girl!
WILLMORE
Ha! where?
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FREDERICK
Ay where!
BLUNT
So fond, so amorous, so toying and fine! and all for sheer Love, ye Rogue! Oh how she lookt and kiss'd! and
sooth'd my Heart from my Bosom. I cannot think I was awake, and yet methinks I see and feel her Charms
still Fred. Try if she have not left the Taste of her balmy Kisses upon my Lips
[Kisses him.]
BELVILE
Ha, ha, ha!
WILLMORE
Death Man, where is she?
BLUNT
What a Dog was I to stay in dull England so long How have I laught at the Colonel when he sigh'd for
Love! but now the little Archer has reveng'd him, and by his own Dart, I can guess at all his Joys, which then
I took for Fancies, mere Dreams and Fables Well, I'm resolved to sell all in Essex, and plant here for ever.
BELVILE
What a Blessing 'tis, thou hast a Mistress thou dar'st boast of; for I know thy Humour is rather to have a
proclaim'd Clap, than a secret Amour.
WILLMORE
Dost know her Name?
BLUNT
Her Name? No, 'sheartlikins: what care I for Names? She's fair, young, brisk and kind, even to
ravishment: and what a Pox care I for knowing her by another Title?
WILLMORE
Didst give her anything?
BLUNT
Give her! Ha, ha, ha! why, she's a Person of Quality That's a good one, give her! 'sheartlikins dost
think such Creatures are to be bought? Or are we provided for such a Purchase? Give her, quoth ye? Why she
presented me with this Bracelet, for the Toy of a Diamond I us'd to wear: No, Gentlemen, Ned Blunt not
every Body She expects me again to night.
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WILLMORE
Egad that's well; we'll all go.
BLUNT
Not a Soul: No, Gentlemen, you are Wits; I am a dull Country Rogue, I.
FREDERICK
Well, Sir, for all your Person of Quality, I shall be very glad to understand your Purse be secure; 'tis our
whole Estate at present, which we are loth to hazard in one Bottom: come, Sir, unload.
BLUNT
Take the necessary Trifle, useless now to me, that am belov'd by such a Gentlewoman 'sheartlikins
Money! Here take mine too.
FREDERICK
No, keep that to be cozen'd, that we may laugh.
WILLMORE
Cozen'd! Death! wou'd I cou'd meet with one, that wou'd cozen me of all the Love I cou'd spare to night.
FREDERICK
Pox 'tis some common Whore upon my Life.
BLUNT
A Whore! yes with such Clothes! such Jewels! such a House! such Furniture, and so attended! a Whore!
BELVILE
Why yes, Sir, they are Whores, tho they'll neither entertain you with Drinking, Swearing, or Baudy; are
Whores in all those gay Clothes, and right Jewels; are Whores with great Houses richly furnisht with Velvet
Beds, Store of Plate, handsome Attendance, and fine Coaches, are Whores and errant ones.
WILLMORE
Pox on't, where do these fine Whores live?
BELVILE
Where no Rogue in Office yclep'd Constables dare give 'em laws, nor the Wineinspired Bullies of the Town
break their Windows; yet they are Whores, tho this Essex Calf believe them Persons of Quality.
BLUNT
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'Sheartlikins, y'are all Fools, there are things about this Essex Calf, that shall take with the Ladies, beyond all
your Wits and Parts This Shape and Size, Gentlemen, are not to be despis'd; my Waste tolerably long,
with other inviting Signs, that shall be nameless.
WILLMORE
Egad I believe he may have met with some Person of Quality that may be kind to him.
BELVILE
Dost thou perceive any such tempting things about him, should make a fine Woman, and of Quality, pick him
out from all Mankind, to throw away her Youth and Beauty upon, nay, and her dear Heart too? no, no,
Angelica has rais'd the Price too high.
WILLMORE
May she languish for Mankind till she die, and be damn'd for that one Sin alone.
[Enter two Bravoes, and hang up a great Picture of Angelica's, against the Balcony, and two little ones at
each side of the Door.]
BELVILE
See there the fair Sign to the Inn, where a Man may lodge that's Fool enough to give her Price.
[Will. gazes on the Picture.]
BLUNT
'Sheartlikins, Gentlemen, what's this?
BELVILE
A famous Curtezan that's to be sold.
BLUNT
How! to be sold! nay then I have nothing to say to her sold! what Impudence is practis'd in this Country?
With Order and Decency Whoring's established here by virtue of the Inquisition Come let's be gone,
I'm sure we're no Chapmen for this Commodity.
FREDERICK
Thou art none, I'm sure, unless thou could'st have her in thy Bed at the Price of a Coach in the Street.
WILLMORE
How wondrous fair she is a Thousand Crowns a Month by Heaven as many Kingdoms were too little.
A plague of this Poverty of which I ne'er complain, but when it hinders my Approach to Beauty, which
Virtue ne'er could purchase.
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[Turns from the Picture.]
BLUNT
What's this? [Reads.] A Thousand Crowns a Month! 'Sheartlikins, here's a Sum! sure 'tis a mistake.
Hark you, Friend, does she take or give so much by the Month!
FREDERICK
A Thousand Crowns! Why, 'tis a Portion for the Infanta.
BLUNT
Hark ye, Friends, won't she trust?
BRAVO
This is a Trade, Sir, that cannot live by Credit.
[Enter Don Pedro in Masquerade, follow'd Stephano.]
BELVILE
See, here's more Company, let's walk off a while.
[Pedro Reads.]
[Exeunt English.]
[Enter Angelica and Moretta in the Balcony, and draw a Silk Curtain.]
PEDRO
Fetch me a Thousand Crowns, I never wish to buy this Beauty at an easier Rate.
[Passes off.]
ANGELICA
Prithee what said those Fellows to thee?
BRAVO
Madam, the first were Admirers of Beauty only, but no purchasers; they were merry with your Price and
Picture, laught at the Sum, and so past off.
ANGELICA
No matter, I'm not displeas'd with their rallying; their Wonder feeds my Vanity, and he that wishes to buy,
gives me more Pride, than he that gives my Price can make me Pleasure.
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BRAVO
Madam, the last I knew thro all his disguises to be Don Pedro, Nephew to the General, and who was with him
in Pampelona.
ANGELICA
Don Pedro! my old Gallant's Nephew! When his Uncle dy'd, he left him a vast Sum of Money; it is he who
was so in love with me at Padua, and who us'd to make the General so jealous.
MORETTA
Is this he that us'd to prance before our Window and take such care to shew himself an amorous Ass? if I am
not mistaken, he is the likeliest Man to give your Price.
ANGELICA
The Man is brave and generous, but of an Humour so uneasy and inconstant that the victory over his Heart is
as soon lost as won; a Slave that can add little to the Triumph of the Conqueror: but inconstancy's the Sin of
all Mankind, therefore I'm resolv'd that nothing but Gold shall charm my Heart.
MORETTA
I'm glad on't; 'tis only interest that Women of our Profession ought to consider: tho I wonder what has kept
you from that general Disease of our Sex so long, I mean that of being in love.
ANGELICA
A kind, but sullen Star, under which I had the Happiness to be born; yet I have had no time for Love; the
bravest and noblest of Mankind have purchas'd my Favours at so dear a Rate, as if no Coin but Gold were
current with our Trade But here's Don Pedro again, fetch me my Lute for 'tis for him or Don Antonio
the ViceRoy's Son, that I have spread my Nets.
Enter at one Door Don Pedro, and Stephano; Don Antonio and Diego[his page.], at the other Door, with
People following him in Masquerade, antickly attir'd, some with Musick: they both go up to the Picture.
DON ANTONIO
A thousand Crowns! had not the Painter flatter'd her, I should not think it dear.
PEDRO
Flatter'd her! by Heaven he cannot. I have seen the Original, nor is there one Charm here more than adorns
her Face and Eyes; all this soft and sweet, with a certain languishing Air, that no Artist can represent.
DON ANTONIO
What I heard of her Beauty before had fir'd my Soul, but this confirmation of it has blown it into a flame.
PEDRO
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Ha! PAGE
Sir, I have known you throw away a Thousand Crowns on a worse Face, and tho y'are near your Marriage,
you may venture a little Love here; Florinda will not miss it.
PEDRO
[Aside.] Ha! Florinda! Sure 'tis Antonio.
DON ANTONIO
Florinda! name not those distant Joys, there's not one thought of her will check my Passion here.
PEDRO
Florinda scorn'd! and all my Hopes defeated of the Possession of Angelica!
[A noise of a Lute above. Ant. gazes up.]
Her Injuries by Heaven he shall not boast of.
[Song to a Lute above.]
SONG
When Damon first began to love,
He languisht in a soft Desire,
And knew not how the Gods to move,
To lessen or increase his Fire,
For Caelia in her charming Eyes
Wore all Love's Sweet, and all his Cruelties.
But as beneath a Shade he lay,
Weaving of Flow'rs for Caelia's Hair,
She chanc'd to lead her Flock that way,
And saw the am'rous Shepherd there.
She gaz'd around upon the Place,
And saw the Grove (resembling Night)
To all the Joys of Love invite,
Whilst guilty Smiles and Blushes drest her Face.
At this the bashful Youth all Transport grew,
And with kind Force he taught the Virgin how
To yield what all his Sighs cou'd never do.
DON ANTONIO
By Heav'n she's charming fair!
[Angelica throws open the Curtains, and bows to Antonio, who pulls off his Vizard, and bows and blows up
Kisses. Pedro unseen looks in his Face.]
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PEDRO
'Tis he, the false Antonio!
DON ANTONIO
Friend, where must I pay my offering of Love?
[To the Bravo.]
My Thousand Crowns I mean.
PEDRO
That Offering I have design'd to make, And yours will come too late.
DON ANTONIO
Prithee be gone, I shall grow angry else, And then thou art not safe.
PEDRO
My Anger may be fatal, Sir, as yours; And he that enters here may prove this Truth.
DON ANTONIO
I know not who thou art, but I am sure thou'rt worth my killing, and aiming at Angelica.
[They draw and fight.]
[Enter Willmore and Blunt, who draw and part 'em.]
BLUNT
'Sheartlikins, here's fine doings.
WILLMORE
Tilting for the Wench I'm sure nay gad, if that wou'd win her, I have as good a Sword as the best of ye
Put up put up, and take another time and place, for this is design'd for Lovers only.
[They all put up.]
PEDRO
We are prevented; dare you meet me to morrow on the Molo? For I've a Title to a better quarrel, That of
Florinda, in whose credulous Heart Thou'st made an Int'rest, and destroy'd my Hopes.
DON ANTONIO
Dare? I'll meet thee there as early as the Day.
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PEDRO
We will come thus disguis'd, that whosoever chance to get the better, he may escape unknown.
DON ANTONIO
It shall be so.
[Ex. Pedro and Stephano.]
Who shou'd this Rival be? unless the English Colonel, of whom I've often heard Don Pedro speak; it must be
he, and time he were removed, who lays a Claim to all my Happiness.
[Willmore having gaz'd all this while on the Picture, pulls down a little one.]
WILLMORE
This posture's loose and negligent, The sight on't wou'd beget a warm desire In Souls, whom Impotence and
Age had chill'd. This must along with me.
BRAVO
What means this rudeness, Sir ? restore the Picture.
DON ANTONIO
Ha! Rudeness committed to the fair Angelica! Restore the Picture, Sir.
WILLMORE
Indeed I will not, Sir.
DON ANTONIO
By Heav'n but you shall.
WILLMORE
Nay, do not shew your Sword; if you do, by this dear Beauty I will shew mine too.
DON ANTONIO
What right can you pretend to't?
WILLMORE
That of Possession which I will maintain you perhaps have 1000 Crowns to give for the Original.
DON ANTONIO
No matter, Sir, you shall restore the Picture.
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ANGELICA
Oh, Moretta! what's the matter?
[Ang. and Moret. above.]
DON ANTONIO
Or leave your Life behind.
WILLMORE
Death! you lye I will do neither.
ANGELICA
Hold, I command you, if for me you fight.
[They fight, the Spaniards join with Antonio, Blunt laying on like mad. They leave off and bow.]
WILLMORE
How heavenly fair she is! ah Plague of her Price.
ANGELICA
You Sir in Buff, you that appear a Soldier, that first began this Insolence.
WILLMORE
'Tis true, I did so, if you call it Insolence for a Man to preserve himself; I saw your charming Picture, and was
wounded: quite thro my Soul each pointed Beauty ran; and wanting a Thousand Crowns to procure my
Remedy, I laid this little Picture to my Bosom which if you cannot allow me, I'll resign.
ANGELICA
No, you may keep the Trifle.
DON ANTONIO
You shall first ask my leave, and this.
[Fight again as before.]
[Enter Belv. and Fred. who join with the English.]
ANGELICA
Hold; will you ruin me? Biskey, Sebastian, part them.
[The Spaniards are beaten off.]
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MORETTA
Oh Madam, we're undone, a pox upon that rude Fellow, he's set on to ruin us: we shall never see good days,
till all these fighting poor Rogues are sent to the Gallies.
[Enter Belvile, Blunt and Willmore, with his shirt bloody.]
BLUNT
'Sheartlikins, beat me at this Sport, and I'll ne er wear Sword more.
BELVILE
The Devil's in thee for a mad Fellow, thou art always one at an unlucky Adventure. Come, let's be gone
whilst we're safe, and remember these are Spaniards, a sort of People that know how to revenge an Affront.
FREDERICK
[To Will.]
You bleed; I hope you are not wounded.
WILLMORE
Not much: a plague upon your Dons, if they fight no better they'll ne'er recover Flanders. What the
Devil was't to them that I took down the Picture?
BLUNT
Took it! 'Sheartlikins, we'll have the great one too; 'tis ours by Conquest. Prithee, help me up, and I'll pull
it down.
ANGELICA
Stay, Sir, and e'er you affront me further, let me know how you durst commit this Outrage To you I speak,
Sir, for you appear like a Gentleman.
WILLMORE
To me, Madam? Gentlemen, your Servant.
[Belv. stays him.]
BELVILE
Is the Devil in thee? Do'st know the danger of entring the house of an incens'd Curtezan?
WILLMORE
I thank you for your care but there are other matters in hand, there are, tho we have no great Temptation.
Death! let me go.
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FREDERICK
Yes, to your Lodging, if you will, but not in here. Damn these gay Harlots by this Hand I'll have as
sound and handsome a Whore for a Pattcoone. Death, Man, she'll murder thee.
WILLMORE
Oh! fear me not, shall I not venture where a Beauty calls? a lovely charming Beauty? for fear of danger!
when by Heaven there's none so great as to long for her, whilst I want Money to purchase her.
FREDERICK
Therefore 'tis loss of time, unless you had the thousand Crowns to pay.
WILLMORE
It may be she may give a Favour, at least I shall have the pleasure of saluting her when I enter, and when I
depart.
BELVILE
Pox, she'll as soon lie with thee, as kiss thee, and sooner stab than do either you shall not go.
ANGELICA
Fear not, Sir, all I have to wound with, is my Eyes.
BLUNT
Let him go, 'Sheartlikins, I believe the Gentlewomen means well.
BELVILE
Well, take thy Fortune, we'll expect you in the next Street. Farewell Fool, farewell
WILLMORE
B'ye Colonel
[Goes in.]
FREDERICK
The Rogue's stark mad for a Wench.
[Exeunt.]
ACT II
SCENE 2
A Fine Chamber.
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[Enter Willmore, Angelica, and Moretta.]
ANGELICA
Insolent Sir, how durst you pull down my Picture?
WILLMORE
Rather, how durst you set it up, to tempt poor amorous Mortals with so much Excellence? which I find you
have but too well consulted by the unmerciful price you set upon't. Is all this Heaven of Beauty shewn to
move Despair in those that cannot buy? and can you think the effects of that Despair shou'd be less
extravagant than I have shewn?
ANGELICA
I sent for you to ask my Pardon, Sir, not to aggravate your Crime. I thought, I shou'd have seen you at my
Feet imploring it.
WILLMORE
You are deceived, I came to rail at you, and talk such Truths, too, as shall let you see the Vanity of that Pride,
which taught you how to set such a Price on Sin. For such it is, whilst that which is Love's due is meanly
barter'd for.
ANGELICA
Ha, ha, ha, alas, good Captain, what pity 'tis your edifying Doctrine will do too good upon me
[Aside in a soft tone.]
Moretta, fetch the Gentleman a Glass, and let him survey himself, to see what Charms he has, and guess
my Business.
MORETTA
He knows himself of old, I believe those Breeches and he have been acquainted ever since he was beaten at
Worcester.
ANGELICA
Nay, do not abuse the poor Creature.
MORETTA
Good Weatherbeaten Corporal, will you march off? we have no need of your Doctrine, tho you have of our
Charity; but at present we have no Scraps, we can afford no kindness for God's sake; in fine, Sirrah, the Price
is too high i'th' Mouth for you, therefore troop, I say.
WILLMORE
Here, good ForeWoman of the Shop, serve me, and I'll be gone.
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MORETTA
Keep it to pay your Landress, your Linen stinks of the GunRoom; for here's no selling by Retail.
WILLMORE
Thou hast sold plenty of thy stale Ware at a cheap Rate.
MORETTA
Ay, the more silly kind Heart I, but this is at an Age wherein Beauty is at higher Rates. In fine, you know
the price of this.
WILLMORE
I grant you 'tis here set down a thousand Crowns a Month Baud, take your black Lead and sum it up, that I
may have a Pistoleworth of these vain gay things, and I'll trouble you no more.
MORETTA
Pox on him, he'll fret me to Death: abominable Fellow, I tell thee, we only sell by the whole Piece.
WILLMORE
'Tis very hard, the whole Cargo or nothing Faith, Madam, my Stock will not reach it, I cannot be your
Chapman. Yet I have Countrymen in Town, Merchants of Love, like me; I'll see if they'l put for a share,
we cannot lose much by it, and what we have no use for, we'll sell upon the Friday's Mart, at Who gives
more? I am studying, Madam, how to purchase you, tho at present I am unprovided of Money.
ANGELICA
Sure, this from any other Man would anger me nor shall he know the Conquest he has made Poor
angry Man, how I despise this railing.
WILLMORE
Yes, I am poor but I'm a Gentleman, And one that scorns this Baseness which you practise. Poor as I am, I
would not sell my self, No, not to gain your charming highpriz'd Person. Tho I admire you strangely for
your Beauty, Yet I contemn your Mind. And yet I wou'd at any rate enjoy you; At your own rate but
cannot See here The only Sum I can command on Earth; I know not where to eat when this is gone: Yet
such a Slave I am to Love and Beauty, This last reserve I'll sacrifice to enjoy you. Nay, do not frown, I
know you are to be bought, And wou'd be bought by me, by me, For a mean trifling Sum, if I could pay it
down. Which happy knowledge I will still repeat, And lay it to my Heart, it has a Virtue in't, And soon will
cure those Wounds your Eyes have made. And yet there's something so divinely powerful there
Nay, I will gaze to let you see my Strength.
[Holds her, looks on her, and pauses and sighs.]
By Heaven, bright Creature I would not for the World Thy Fame were half so fair as is thy Face.
[Turns her away from him.]
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ANGELICA
[Aside.] His word go thro me to the very Soul.
If you have nothing else to say to me.
WILLMORE
Yes, you shall hear how infamous you are For which I do not hate thee: But that secures my Heart, and all
the Flames it feels Are but so many Lusts, I know it by their sudden bold intrusion. The Fire's impatient and
betrays, 'tis false For had it been the purer Flame of Love, I should have pin'd and languish'd at your Feet,
E'er found the Impudence to have discover'd it. I now dare stand your Scorn, and your Denial.
MORETTA
Sure she's bewitcht, that she can stand thus tamely, and hear his saucy railing. Sirrah, will you be gone?
ANGELICA
How dare you take this liberty?
[To Moret.] Withdraw.
Pray, tell me, Sir, are not you guilty of the same mercenary Crime? When a Lady is proposed to you for a
Wife, you never ask, how fair, discreet, or virtuous she is; but what's her Fortune which if but small, you
cry She will not do my business and basely leave her, tho she languish for you. Say, is not this as
poor?
WILLMORE
It is a barbarous Custom, which I will scorn to defend in our Sex, and do despise in yours.
ANGELICA
Thou art a brave Fellow! put up thy Gold, and know, That were thy Fortune large, as is thy Soul, Thou
shouldst not buy my Love, Couldst thou forget those mean Effects of Vanity, Which set me out to sale; and
as a Lover, prize My yielding Joys. Canst thou believe they'l be entirely thine, Without considering they were
mercenary?
WILLMORE
[Aside.] I cannot tell, I must bethink me first ha, Death, I'm going to believe her.
ANGELICA
Prithee, confirm that Faith or if thou canst not flatter me a little, 'twill please me from thy Mouth.
WILLMORE
Curse on thy charming Tongue! dost thou return My feign'd Contempt with so much subtilty?
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[Aside.] Thou'st found the easiest way into my Heart, Tho I yet know that all thou say'st is false.
[Turning from her in a Rage.]
ANGELICA
By all that's good 'tis real, I never lov'd before, tho oft a Mistress. Shall my first Vows be slighted?
WILLMORE
[Aside.] What can she mean?
ANGELICA
[In an angry tone.]
I find you cannot credit me.
WILLMORE
I know you take me for an errant Ass, An Ass that may be sooth'd into Belief, And then be us'd at pleasure.
But, Madam I have been so often cheated By perjur'd, soft, deluding Hypocrites, That I've no Faith left for
the cozening Sex, Especially for Women of your Trade.
ANGELICA
The low esteem you have of me, perhaps May bring my Heart again: For I have Pride that yet surmounts my
Love.
[She turns with Pride, he holds her.]
WILLMORE
Throw off this Pride, this Enemy to Bliss, And shew the Power of Love: 'tis with those Arms I call be only
vanquisht, made a Slave.
ANGELICA
Is all my mighty Expectation vanisht? No, I will not hear thee talk, thou hast a Charm In every word,
that draws my Heart away. And all the thousand Trophies I design'd, Thou hast undone Why art thou soft?
Thy Looks are bravely rough, and meant for War. Could thou not storm on still? I then perhaps had been as
free as thou.
WILLMORE
[Aside.] Death! how she throws her Fire about my Soul!
Take heed, fair Creature, how you raise my Hopes, Which once assum'd pretend to all Dominion. There's
not a Joy thou hast in store I shall not then command: For which I'll pay thee back my Soul, my Life. Come,
let's begin th' account this happy minute.
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ANGELICA
And will you pay me then the Price I ask?
WILLMORE
Oh, why dost thou draw me from an awful Worship, By shewing thou art no Divinity? Conceal the Fiend,
and shew me all the Angel; Keep me but ignorant, and I'll be devout, And pay my Vows for ever at this
Shrine.
[Kneels, and kisses her Hand.]
ANGELICA
The Pay I mean is but thy love for mine. Can you give that?
WILLMORE
Intirely come, let's withdraw: where I'll renew my Vows, and breathe 'em with such Ardour, thou shalt
not doubt my Zeal.
ANGELICA
Thou hast a Power too strong to be resisted.
[Ex. Will. and Angelica.]
MORETTA
Now my Curse go with you Is all our Project fallen to this? to love the only Enemy to our Trade? Nay, to
love such a Shameroon, a very Beggar; nay, a PirateBeggar, whose Business is to rifle and be gone, a
NoPurchase, NoPay Tatterdemalion, an English Piccaroon; a Rogue that fights for daily Drink, and takes a
Pride in being loyally lousy Oh, I could curse now, if I durst This is the Fate of most Whores.
Trophies, which from believing Fops we win, Are Spoils to those who cozen us again.
ACT III
SCENE 1
A Street.
[Enter Florinda, Valeria, Hellena, in Antick different Dresses from what they were in before, Callis
attending.]
FLORINDA
I wonder what should make my Brother in so ill a Humour: I hope he has not found out our Ramble this
Morning.
HELLENA
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No, if he had, we should have heard on't at both Ears, and have been mew'd up this Afternoon; which I would
not for the World should have happen'd Hey ho! I'm sad as a Lover's Lute.
VALERIA
Well, methinks we have learnt this Trade of Gipsies as readily as if we had been bred upon the Road to
Loretto: and yet I did so fumble, when I told the Stranger his Fortune, that I was afraid I should have told my
own and yours by mistake But methinks Hellena has been very serious ever since.
FLORINDA
I would give my Garters she were in love, to be reveng'd upon her, for abusing me How is't, Hellena?
HELLENA
Ah! would I had never seen my mad Monsieur and yet for all your laughing I am not in love and
yet this small Acquaintance, o'my Conscience, will never out of my Head.
VALERIA
Ha, ha, ha I laugh to think how thou art fitted with a Lover, a Fellow that, I warrant, loves every new Face
he sees.
HELLENA
Hum he has not kept his Word with me here and may be taken up that thought is not very pleasant
to me what the Duce should this be now that I feel?
VALERIA
What is't like?
HELLENA
Nay, the Lord knows but if I should be hanged, I cannot chuse but be angry and afraid, when I think that
mad Fellow should be in love with any Body but me What to think of my self I know not Would I
could meet with some true damn'd Gipsy, that I might know my Fortune.
VALERIA
Know it! why there's nothing so easy; thou wilt love this wandring Inconstant till thou find'st thy self hanged
about his Neck, and then be as mad to get free again.
FLORINDA
Yes, Valeria; we shall see her bestride his Baggagehorse, and follow him to the Campaign.
HELLENA
So, so; now you are provided for, there's no care taken of poor me But since you have set my Heart a
wishing, I am resolv'd to know for what. I will not die of the Pip, so I will not.
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FLORINDA
Art thou mad to talk so? Who will like thee well enough to have thee, that hears what a mad Wench thou art?
HELLENA
Like me! I don't intend every he that likes me shall have me, but he that I like: I shou'd have staid in the
Nunnery still, if I had lik'd my Lady Abbess as well as she lik'd me. No, I came thence, not (as my wise
Brother imagines) to take an eternal Farewel of the World, but to love and to be belov'd; and I will be belov'd,
or I'll get one of your Men, so I will.
VALERIA
Am I put into the Number of Lovers?
HELLENA
You! my Couz, I know thou art too good natur'd to leave us in any Design: Thou wou't venture a Cast, tho
thou comest off a Loser, especially with such a Gamester I observ'd your Man, and your willing Ears
incline that way; and if you are not a Lover, 'tis an Art soon learnt that I find.
[Sighs.]
FLORINDA
I wonder how you learnt to love so easily, I had a thousand Charms to meet my Eyes and Ears, e'er I cou'd
yield; and 'twas the knowledge of Belvile's Merit, not the surprising Person, took my Soul Thou art too
rash to give a Heart at first sight.
HELLENA
Hang your considering Lover; I ne'er thought beyond the Fancy, that 'twas a very pretty, idle, silly kind of
Pleasure to pass ones time with, to write little, soft, nonsensical Billets, and with great difficulty and danger
receive Answers; in which I shall have my Beauty prais'd, my Wit admir'd (tho little or none) and have the
Vanity and Power to know I am desirable; then I have the more Inclination that way, because I am to be a
Nun, and so shall not be suspected to have any such earthly Thoughts about me But when I walk thus
and sigh thus they'll think my Mind's upon my Monastery, and cry, how happy 'tis she's so resolv'd!
But not a Word of Man.
FLORINDA
What a mad Creature's this!
HELLENA
I'll warrant, if my Brother hears either of you sigh, he cries (gravely) I fear you have the Indiscretion to be
in love, but take heed of the Honour of our House, and your own unspotted Fame; and so he conjures on till
he has laid the softwing'd God in your Hearts, or broke the Birdsnest But see here comes your Lover:
but where's my inconstant? let's step aside, and we may learn something.
[Go aside.]
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[Enter Belvile, Fred. and Blunt.]
BELVILE
What means this? the Picture's taken in.
BLUNT
It may be the Wench is goodnatur'd, and will be kindgratis. Your Friend's a proper handsom Fellow.
BELVILE
I rather think she has cut his Throat and is fled: I am mad he should throw himself into Dangers Pox on't, I
shall want him to night let's knock and ask for him.
HELLENA
My heart goes apit apat, for fear 'tis my Man they talk of.
[Knock, Moretta above.]
MORETTA
What would you have?
BELVILE
Tell the Stranger that enter'd here about two Hours ago, that his Friends stay here for him.
MORETTA
A Curse upon him for Moretta, would he were at the Devil but he's coming to you.
[Enter Wilmore.]
HELLENA
I, I, 'tis he. Oh how this vexes me.
BELVILE
And how, and how, dear Lad, has Fortune smil'd? Are we to break her Windows, or raise up Altars to her!
hah!
WILLMORE
Does not my Fortune sit triumphantant on my Brow? dost not see the little wanton God there all gay and
smiling? have I not an Air about my Face and Eyes, that distinguish me from the Croud of common Lovers?
By Heav'n, Cupid's Quiver has not half so many Darts as her Eyes Oh such a Bona Roba, to sleep in her
Arms is lying in Fresco, all perfum'd Air about me.
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HELLENA
[Aside.] Here's fine encouragement for me to fool on.
WILLMORE
Hark ye, where didst thou purchase that rich Canary we drank today? Tell me, that I may adore the Spigot,
and sacrifice to the Butt: the Juice was divine, into which I must dip my Rosary, and then bless all things that
I would have bold or fortunate.
BELVILE
Well, Sir, let's go take a Bottle, and hear the Story of your Success.
FREDERICK
Would not French Wine do better?
WILLMORE
Damn the hungry Balderdash; cheerful Sack has a generous Virtue in't, inspiring a successful Confidence,
gives Eloquence to the Tongue, and Vigour to the Soul; and has in a few Hours compleated all my Hopes and
Wishes. There's nothing left to raise a new Desire in me Come let's be gay and wanton and,
Gentlemen, study, study what you want, for here are Friends, that will supply, Gentlemen, hark! what
a charming sound they make 'tis he and she Gold whilst here, shall beget new Pleasures every moment.
BLUNT
But hark ye, Sir, you are not married, are you?
WILLMORE
All the Honey of Matrimony, but none of the Sting, Friend.
BLUNT
'Sheartlikins, thou'rt a fortunate Rogue.
WILLMORE
I am so, Sir, let these inform you. Ha, how sweetly they chime! Pox of Poverty, it makes a Man a Slave,
makes Wit and Honour sneak, my Soul grew lean and rusty for want of Credit.
BLUNT
'Sheartlikins, this I like well, it looks like my lucky Bargain! Oh how I long for the Approach of my Squire,
that is to conduct me to her House again. Why! here's two provided for.
FREDERICK
By this light y're happy Men.
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BLUNT
Fortune is pleased to smile on us, Gentlemen, to smile on us.
[Enter Sancho, and pulls Blunt by the Sleeve. They go aside.]
SANCHO
Sir, my Lady expects you she has remov'd all that might oppose your Will and Pleasure and is
impatient till you come.
BLUNT
Sir, I'll attend you Oh the happiest Rogue! I'll take no leave, lest they either dog me, or stay me.
[Ex. with Sancho.]
BELVILE
But then the little Gipsy is forgot?
WILLMORE
A Mischief on thee for putting her into my thoughts; I had quite forgot her else, and this Night's Debauch had
drunk her quite down.
HELLENA
Had it so, good Captain?
[Claps him on the Back.]
WILLMORE
Ha! I hope she did not hear.
HELLENA
What, afraid of such a Champion!
WILLMORE
Oh! you're a fine Lady of your word, are you not? to make a Man languish a whole day
HELLENA
In tedious search of me.
WILLMORE
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Egad, Child, thou'rt in the right, hadst thou seen what a melancholy Dog I have been ever since I was a
Lover, how I have walkt the Streets like a Capuchin, with my Hands in my Sleeves Faith, Sweetheart,
thou wouldst pity me.
HELLENA
Now, if I should be hang'd, I can't be angry with him, he dissembles so heartily Alas, good Captain, what
pains you have taken Now were I ungrateful not to reward so true a Servant.
WILLMORE
Poor Soul! that's kindly said, I see thou bearest a Conscience come then for a beginning shew me thy dear
Face.
HELLENA
I'm afraid, my small Acquaintance, you have been staying that swinging stomach you boasted of this
morning; I remember then my little Collation would have gone down with you, without the Sauce of a
handsom Face Is your Stomach so quesy now?
WILLMORE
Faith long fasting, Child, spoils a Man's Appetite yet if you durst treat, I could so lay about me still.
HELLENA
And would you fall to, before a Priest says Grace.
WILLMORE
Oh fie, fie, what an old outoffashion'd thing hast thou nam'd? Thou could'st not dash me more out of
Countenance, shouldst thou shew me an ugly Face.
[Whilst he is seemingly courting Hellena, enter Angelica, Moretta, Biskey, and Sebastian, an in Masquerade:
Ang. sees Will. and starts.]
ANGELICA
Heavens, is't he? and passionately fond to see another Woman?
MORETTA
What cou'd you expect less from such a Swaggerer?
ANGELICA
Expect! as much as I paid him, a Heart intire, Which I had pride enough to think when e'er I gave It would
have rais'd the Man above the Vulgar, Made him all Soul, and that all soft and constant.
HELLENA
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You see, Captain, how willing I am to be Friends with you, till Time and Illluck make us Lovers; and ask
you the Question first, rather than put your Modesty to the blush, by asking me: for alas, I know you Captains
are such strict Men, severe Observers of your Vows to Chastity, that 'twill be hard to prevail with your tender
Conscience to marry a young willing Maid.
WILLMORE
Do not abuse me, for fear I should take thee at thy word, and marry thee indeed, which I'm sure will be
Revenge sufficient.
HELLENA
O' my Conscience, that will be our Destiny, because we are both of one humour; I am as inconstant as you,
for I have considered, Captain, that a handsom Woman has a great deal to do whilst her Face is good, for then
is our Harvesttime to gather Friends; and should I in these days of my Youth, catch a fit of foolish
Constancy, I were undone; 'tis loitering by daylight in our great Journey: therefore declare, I'll allow but one
year for Love, one year for Indifference, and one year for Hate and then go hang your self for I
profess myself the gay, the kind, and the inconstant the Devil's in't if this won't please you.
WILLMORE
Oh most damnably! I have a Heart with a hole quite thro it too, no Prison like mine to keep a Mistress in.
ANGELICA
[Aside.] Perjur'd Man! how I believe thee now!
HELLENA
Well, I see our Business as well as Humours are alike, yours to cozen as many Maids as will trust you, and I
as many Men as have Faith See if I have not as desperate a lying look, as you can have for the heart of
you.
[Pulls off her Vizard; he starts.]
How do you like it, Captain?
WILLMORE
Like it! by Heav'n, I never saw so much Beauty. Oh the Charms of those sprightly black Eyes, that strangely
fair Face, full of Smiles and Dimples! those soft round melting cherry Lips! and small even white Teeth! not
to be exprest, but silently adored! Oh one Look more, and strike me dumb, or I shall repeat nothing else
till I am mad.
[He seems to court her to pull off her Vizard: she refuses.]
ANGELICA
I can endure no more nor is it fit to interrupt him; for if I do, my Jealousy has so destroy'd my Reason,
I shall undo him Therefore I'll retire.
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[To one of her Bravoes.]
And you Sebastian, follow that Woman, and learn who 'tis;
[To the other Bravo.]
while you tell the Fugitive, I would speak to him instantly.
[Exit.]
[This while Flor. is talking to Belvile, who stands sullenly. Fred. courting Valeria.]
VALERIA
Prithee, dear Stranger, be not so sullen; for tho you have lost your Love, you see my Friend frankly offers you
hers, to play with in the mean time.
BELVILE
Faith, Madam I am sorry I can't play at her Game.
FREDERICK
Pray leave your Intercession, and mind your own Affair, they'll better agree apart; he's a model Sigher in
Company, but alone no Woman escapes him.
FLORINDA
Sure he does but rally yet if it should be true I'll tempt him farther Believe me, noble Stranger, I'm
no common Mistress and for a little proof on't wear this Jewel nay, take it, Sir, 'tis right, and Bills
of Exchange may sometimes miscarry.
BELVILE
Madam, why am I chose out of all Mankind to be the Object of your Bounty?
VALERIA
There's another civil Question askt.
FREDERICK
Pox of's Modesty, it spoils his own Markets, and hinders mine.
FLORINDA
Sir, from my Window I have often seen you; and Women of Quality have so few opportunities for Love, that
we ought to lose none.
FREDERICK
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Ay, this is something! here's a Woman! When shall I be blest with so much kindness from your fair
Mouth?
[Aside to Belv.]
Take the Jewel, Fool.
BELVILE
You tempt me strangely, Madam, every way.
FLORINDA
[Aside.] So, if I find him false, my whole Repose is gone.
BELVILE
And but for a Vow I've made to a very fine Lady, this Goodness had subdu'd me.
FREDERICK
Pox on't be kind, in pity to me be kind, for I am to thrive here but as you treat her Friend.
HELLENA
Tell me what did you in yonder House, and I'll unmasque.
WILLMORE
Yonder House oh I went to a to why, there's a Friend of mine lives there.
HELLENA
What a she, or a he Friend?
WILLMORE
A Man upon my Honour! a Man A She Friend! no, no, Madam, you have done my Business, I thank you.
HELLENA
And was't your Man Friend, that had more Darts in's Eyes than Cupid carries in a whole Budget of Arrows?
WILLMORE
So
HELLENA
Ah such aBona Roba: to be in her Arms is lying in Fresco, all perfumed Air about me Was this your Man
Friend too?
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WILLMORE
So
HELLENA
That gave you the He, and the She Gold, that begets young Pleasures.
WILLMORE
Well, well, Madam, then you see there are Ladies in the World, that will not be cruel there are, Madam,
there are
HELLENA
And there be Men too as fine, wild, inconstant Fellows as your self, there be, Captain, there be, if you go to
that now therefore I'm resolv'd
WILLMORE
Oh!
HELLENA
To see your Face no more
WILLMORE
Oh!
HELLENA
Till to morrow.
WILLMORE
Egad you frighted me.
HELLENA
Nor then neither, unless you'l swear never to see that Lady more.
WILLMORE
See her! why! never to think of Womankind again?
HELLENA
Kneel, and swear.
[Kneels, she gives him her hand.]
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HELLENA
I do, never to think to see to love nor lie with any but thy self.
HELLENA
Kiss the Book.
WILLMORE
Oh, most religiously.
[Kisses her Hand.]
HELLENA
Now what a wicked Creature am I, to damn a proper Fellow.
CALLIS
[To Flor.]
Madam, I'll stay no longer, 'tis e'en dark.
FLORINDA
However, Sir, I'll leave this with you that when I'm gone, you may repent the opportunity you have lost by
your modesty.
[Gives him the Jewel, which is her Picture, and Ex. he gazes after her.]
WILLMORE
'Twill be an Age till to morrow, and till then I will most impatiently expect you Adieu, my dear pretty
Angel.
[Ex. all the Women.]
BELVILE
Ha! Florinda's Picture! 'twas she her self what a dull Dog was I? I would have given the World for one
minute's discourse with her.
FREDERICK
This comes of your Modesty, ah pox on your Vow, 'twas ten to one but we had lost the Jewel by't.
BELVILE
Willmore! the blessed'st Opportunity lost! Florinda, Friends, Florinda!
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WILLMORE
Ah Rogue! such black Eyes, such a Face, such a Mouth, such Teeth, and so much Wit!
BELVILE
All, all, and a thousand Charms besides.
WILLMORE
Why, dost thou know her?
BELVILE
Know her! ay, ay, and a Pox take me with all my Heart for being modest.
WILLMORE
But hark ye, Friend of mine, are you my Rival? and have I been only beating the Bush all this while?
BELVILE
I understand thee not I'm mad see here
[Shews the Picture.]
WILLMORE
Ha! whose Picture is this? 'tis a fine Wench.
FREDERICK
The Colonel's Mistress, Sir.
WILLMORE
Oh, oh, here I thought it had been another Prize come, come, a Bottle will set thee right again.
[Gives the Picture back.]
BELVILE
I am content to try, and by that time 'twill be late enough for our Design.
WILLMORE
Agreed.
Love does all day the Soul's great Empire keep,
But Wine at night lulls the soft God asleep.
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[Exeunt.]
ACT III
SCENE 2
Lucetta's House.
[Enter Blunt and Lucetta with a Light.]
LUCETTA
Now we are safe and free, no fears of the coming home of my old jealous Husband, which made me a little
thoughtful when you came in first but now Love is all the business of my Soul.
BLUNT
I am transported Pox on't, that I had but some fine things to say to her, such as Lovers use I was a Fool
not to learn of Fred. a little by Heart before I came something I must say.
[Aside.] 'Sheartlikins, sweet Soul, I am not us'd to complement, but I'm an honest Gentleman, and thy humble
Servant.]
LUCETTA
I have nothing to pay for so great a Favour, but such a Love as cannot but be great, since at first sight of that
sweet Face and Shape it made me your absolute Captive.
BLUNT
Kind heart, how prettily she talks! Egad I'll show her Husband a Spanish Trick; send him out of the World,
and marry her: she's damnably in love with me, and will ne'er mind Settlements, and so there's that sav'd.
[Aside.] LUCETTA
Well, Sir, I'll go and undress me, and be with you instantly.
BLUNT
Make haste then, for 'dsheartlikins, dear Soul, thou canst not guess at the pain of a longing Lover, when his
Joys are drawn within the compass of a few minutes.
LUCETTA
You speak my Sense, and I'll make haste to provide it.
[Exit.]
BLUNT
'Tis a rare Girl, and this one night's enjoyment with her will be worth all the days I ever past in Essex.
Would she'd go with me into England, tho to say truth, there's plenty of Whores there already. But a pox
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on 'em they are such mercenary prodigal Whores, that they want such a one as this, that's free and generous,
to give 'em Good Examples: Why, what a House she has! how rich and fine!
[Enter Sancho.]
SANCHO
Sir, my Lady has sent me to conduct you to her Chamber.
BLUNT
Sir, I shall be proud to follow Here's one of her Servants too: 'dsheartlikins, by his Garb and Gravity he
might be a Justice of Peace in Essex, and is but a Pimp here.
[Exeunt.]
[The Scene changes to a Chamber with an AlcoveBed in it, a Table, &c. Lucetta in Bed. Enter Sancho and
Blunt, who takes the Candle of Sancho at the Door.]
SANCHO
Sir, my Commission reaches no farther.
BLUNT
Sir, I'll excuse your Complement: what, in Bed, my sweet Mistress?
LUCETTA
You see, I still outdo you in kindness.
BLUNT
And thou shalt see what haste I'll make to quit scores oh the luckiest Rogue!
[Undresses himself.]
LUCETTA
Shou'd you be false or cruel now!
BLUNT
False, 'Sheartlikins, what dost thou take me for a Jew? an insensible Heathen, A Pox of thy old jealous
Husband: and he were dead, egad, sweet Soul, it shou'd be none of my fault, if I did not marry thee.
LUCETTA
It never shou'd be mine.
BLUNT
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Good Soul, I'm the fortunatest Dog!
LUCETTA
Are you not undrest yet?
BLUNT
As much as my Impatience will permit.
[Goes towards the Bed in his Shirt and Drawers.]
LUCETTA
Hold, Sir, put out the Light, it may betray us else.
BLUNT
[Aside.] Any thing, I need no other Light but that of thine Eyes! 'sheartlikins, there I think I had it.
[Puts out the Candle, the Bed descends, he gropes about to find it.]
Why why where am I got? what, not yet? where are you sweetest? ah, the Rogue's silent
now a pretty Lovetrick this how she'll laugh at me anon! you need not, my dear Rogue! you need
not! I'm all on a fire already come, come, now call me in for pity Sure I'm enchanted! I have been
round the Chamber, and can find neither Woman, nor Bed I lockt the Door, I'm sure she cannot go that
way; or if she cou'd, the Bed cou'd not Enough, enough, my pretty Wanton, do not carry the Jest too far
Ha, betray'd! Dogs! Rogues! Pimps! help! help!
[Lights on a Trap, and is let down.]
[Enter Lucetta, Philippo, and Sancho with a Light.]
PHILIPPO
Ha, ha, ha, he's dispatcht finely.
LUCETTA
Now, Sir, had I been coy, we had mist of this Booty.
PHILIPPO
Nay when I saw 'twas a substantial Fool, I was mollified; but when you doat upon a Serenading Coxcomb,
upon a Face, fine Clothes, and a Lute, it makes me rage.
LUCETTA
You know I never was guilty of that Folly, my dear Philippo, but with your self But come let's see what
we have got by this.
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PHILIPPO
A rich Coat! Sword and Hat! these Breeches too are well lin'd! see here a Gold Watch! a
Purse ha! Gold! at least two hundred Pistoles! a bunch of Diamond Rings; and one with the Family
Arms! a Gold Box! with a Medal of his King! and his Lady Mother's Picture! these were sacred
Reliques, believe me! see, the Wasteband of his Breeches have a Mind of Gold! Old Queen Bess's. We
have a Quarrel to her ever since Eighty Eight, and may therefore justify the Theft, the Inquisition might have
committed it.
LUCETTA
See, a Bracelet of bow'd Gold, these his Sister ty'd about his Arm at parting but well for all this, I fear
his being a Stranger may make a noise, and hinder our Trade with them hereafter.
PHILIPPO
That's our security; he is not only a Stranger to us, but to the Country too the CommonShore into which
he is descended, thou know'st, conducts him into another Street, which this Light will hinder him from ever
finding again he knows neither your Name, nor the Street where your House is, nay, nor the way to his
own Lodgings.
LUCETTA
And art not thou an unmerciful Rogue, not to afford him one Night for all this? I should not have been
such a Jew.
PHILIPPO
Blame me not, Lucetta, to keep as much of thee as I can to my self come, that thought makes me wanton,
let's to Bed, Sancho, lock up these.
This is the Fleece which Fools do bear,
Design'd for witty Men to sheer.
[Exeunt.]
[The Scene changes, and discovers Blunt, creeping out of a Common Shore, his Face, &c., all dirty.]
BLUNT
Oh Lord!
[Climbing up.]
I am got out at last, and (which is a Miracle) without a Clue and now to Damning and Cursing, but if
that would ease me, where shall I begin? with my Fortune, my self, or the Quean that cozen'd me What a
dog was I to believe in Women! Oh Coxcomb ignorant conceited Coxcomb! to fancy she cou'd be
enamour'd with my Person, at the first sight enamour'd Oh, I'm a cursed Puppy, 'tis plain, Fool was writ
upon my Forehead, she perceiv'd it, saw the Essex Calf there for what Allurements could there be in
this Countenance? which I can indure, because I'm acquainted with it Oh, dull silly Dog! to be thus
sooth'd into a Cozening! Had I been drunk, I might fondly have credited the young Quean! but as I was in my
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right Wits, to be thus cheated, confirms I am a dull believing English Country Fop. But my Comrades!
Death and the Devil, there's the worst of all then a Ballad will be sung to Morrow on the Prado, to a lousy
Tune of the enchanted Squire, and the annihilated Damsel But Fred. that Rogue, and the Colonel, will
abuse me beyond all Christian patience had she left me my Clothes, I have a Bill of Exchange at home
wou'd have sav'd my Credit but now all hope is taken from me Well, I'll home (if I can find the way)
with this Consolation, that I am not the first kind believing Coxcomb; but there are, Gallants, many such
good Natures amongst ye.
And tho you've better Arts to hide your Follies,
Adsheartlikins y'are all as errant Cullies.
ACT III
SCENE 3
The Garden, in the Night.
[Enter Florinda undress'd, with a Key, and a little Box.]
FLORINDA
Well, thus far I'm in my way to Happiness; I have got my self free from Callis; my Brother too, I find by
yonder light, is gone into his Cabinet, and thinks not of me: I have by good Fortune got the Key of the
Garden Backdoor, I'll open it, to prevent Belvile's knocking, a little noise will now alarm my Brother.
Now am I as fearful as a young Thief.
[Unlocks the Door.]
Hark what noise is that? Oh 'twas the Wind that plaid amongst the the Boughs. Belvile stays
long, methinks its time stay for fear of a surprize, I'll hide these Jewels in yonder Jessamin.
[She goes to lay down the Box. Enter Willmore drunk.]
WILLMORE
What the Devil is become of these Fellows, Belvile and Frederick? They promis'd to stay at the next corner
for me, but who the Devil knows the corner of a full Moon? Now whereabouts am I? hah what
have we here? a Garden! a very convenient place to sleep in hah what has God sent us here? a
Female by this light, a Woman; I'm a Dog if it be not a very Wench.
FLORINDA
He's come! hah who's there?
WILLMORE
Sweet Soul, let me salute thy Shoestring.
FLORINDA
'Tis not my Belvile good Heavens, I know him not. Who are you, and from whence come you?
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WILLMORE
Prithee prithee, Child not so many hard Questions let it suffice I am here, Child Come, come
kiss me.
FLORINDA
Good Gods! what luck is mine?
WILLMORE
Only good luck, Child, parlous good luck. Come hither, 'tis a delicate shining Wench, by this Hand
she's perfum'd, and smells like any Nosegay. Prithee, dear Soul, let's not play the Fool, and lose time,
precious time for as Gad shall save me, I'm as honest a Fellow as breathes, tho I am a little disguis'd at
present. Come, I say, why, thou may'st be free with me, I'll be very secret. I'll not boast who 'twas
oblig'd me, not I for hang me if I know thy Name.
FLORINDA
Heavens! what a filthy beast is this!
WILLMORE
I am so, and thou oughtst the sooner to lie with me for that reason, for look you, Child, there will be no
Sin in't, because 'twas neither design'd nor premeditated; 'tis pure Accident on both sides that's a certain
thing now Indeed should I make love to you, and you vow Fidelity and swear and lye till you believ'd
and yielded Thou art therefore (as thou art a good Christian) oblig'd in Conscience to deny me nothing.
Now come, be kind, without any more idle prating.
FLORINDA
Oh, I am ruin'd wicked Man, unhand me.
WILLMORE
Wicked! Egad, Child, a Judge, were he young and vigorous, and saw those Eyes of thine, would know 'twas
they gave the first blow the first provocation. Come, prithee let's lose no time, I say this is a fine
convenient place.
FLORINDA
Sir, let me go, I conjure you, or I'll call out.
WILLMORE
Ay, ay, you were best to call Witness to see how finely you treat me do.
FLORINDA
I'll cry Murder, Rape, or any thing, if you do not instantly let me go.
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WILLMORE
A Rape! Come, come, you lye, you Baggage, you lye: What, I'll warrant you would fain have the World
believe now that you are not so forward as I. No, not you, why at this time of Night was your
Cobwebdoor set open, dear Spider but to catch Flies? Hah come or I shall be damnably angry.
Why what a Coil is here.
FLORINDA
Sir, can you think
WILLMORE
That you'd do it for nothing? oh, oh, I find what you'd be at look here, here's a Pistole for you here's a
work indeed here take it, I say.
FLORINDA
For Heaven's sake, Sir, as you're a Gentleman
WILLMORE
So now she would be wheedling me for more what, you will not take it then you're resolv'd you
will not. Come, come, take it, or I'll put it up again; for, look ye, I never give more. Why, how now,
Mistress, are you so high i'th' Mouth, a Pistole won't down with you? hah why, what a work's here
in good time come, no struggling, be gone But an y'are good at a dumb Wrestle, I'm for ye, look ye,
I'm for ye.
[She struggles with him.]
[Enter Belvile and Frederick.]
BELVILE
The Door is open a Pox of this mad fellow, I'm angry that we've lost him, I durst have sworn he had follow'd
us.
FREDERICK
But you were so hasty, Colonel, to be gone.
FLORINDA
Help, help, Murder! help oh, I'm ruin'd.
BELVILE
Ha, sure that's Florinda's Voice.
[Comes up to them.]
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A Man! Villain, let go that Lady.
[A noise.]
[Will. turns and draws, Fred. interposes.]
FLORINDA
Belvile! Heavens! my Brother too is coming, and 'twill be impossible to escape. Belvile, I conjure you to
walk under my Chamberwindow, from whence I'll give you some instructions what to do This rude Man
has undone us.
[Exit.]
WILLMORE
Belvile!
[Enter Pedro, Stephano, and other Servants with Lights.]
PEDRO
I'm betray'd; run, Stephano, and see if Florinda be safe.
[Exit Steph.]
So whoe'er they be, all is not well, I'll to Florinda's Chamber.
[They fight, and Pedro's Party beats 'em out; going out, meets Stephano.]
STEPHANO
You need not, Sir, the poor Lady's fast asleep, and thinks no harm: I wou'd not wake her, Sir, for fear of
frightning her with your danger.
PEDRO
I'm glad she's there Rascals, how came the Garden Door open?
STEPHANO
That Question comes too late, Sir: some of my FellowServants Masquerading I'll warrant.
PEDRO
Masquerading! a leud Custom to debauch our Youth there's something more in this than I imagine.
[Exeunt.]
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ACT III
SCENE 4
Changes to the Street.
[Enter Belvile in Rage, Fred. holding him, and Willmore melancholy.]
WILLMORE
Why, how the Devil shou'd I know Florinda?
BELVILE
Ah plague of your ignorance! if it had not been Florinda, must you be a Beast ? a Brute, a senseles Swine?
WILLMORE
Well, Sir, you see I am endu'd with Patience I can bear tho egad y're very free with me methinks, I
was in good hopes the Quarrel wou'd have been on my side, for so uncivilly interrupting me.
BELVILE
Peace, Brute, whilst thou'rt safe oh, I'm distracted.
WILLMORE
Nay, nay, I'm an unlucky Dog, that's certain.
BELVILE
Ah curse upon the Star that rul'd my Birth! or whatsoever other Influence that makes me still so wretched.
WILLMORE
Thou break'st my Heart with these Complaints; there is no Star in fault, no Influence but Sack, the cursed
Sack I drank.
FREDERICK
Why, how the Devil came you so drunk?
WILLMORE
Why, how the Devil came you so sober?
BELVILE
A curse upon his thin Skull, he was always beforehand that way.
FREDERICK
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Prithee, dear Colonel, forgive him, he's sorry for his fault.
BELVILE
He's always so after he has done a mischief a plague on all such Brutes.
WILLMORE
By this Light I took her for an errant Harlot.
BELVILE
Damn your debaucht Opinion: tell me, Sot, hadst thou so much sense and light about thee to distinguish her
to be a Woman, and could'st not see something about her Face and Person, to strike an awful Reverence into
thy Soul?
WILLMORE
Faith no, I consider'd her as mere a Woman as I could wish.
BELVILE
'Sdeath I have no patience draw, or I'll kill you.
WILLMORE
Let that alone till to morrow, and if I set not all right again, use your Pleasure.
BELVILE
To morrow, damn it. The spiteful Light will lead me to no happiness. To morrow is Antonio's, and perhaps
Guides him to my undoing; oh that I could meet This Rival, this powerful Fortunate.
WILLMORE
What then?
BELVILE
Let thy own Reason, or my Rage instruct thee.
WILLMORE
I shall be finely inform'd then, no doubt; hear me, Colonel hear me shew me the Man and I'll do his
Business.
BELVILE
I know him no more than thou, or if I did, I should not need thy aid.
WILLMORE
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This you say is Angelica's House, I promis'd the kind Baggage to lie with her to Night.
[Offers to go in.]
[Enter Antonio and his Page. Ant. knocks on the Hilt of his Sword.]
DON ANTONIO
You paid the thousand Crowns I directed?
PAGE
To the Lady's old Woman, Sir, I did.
WILLMORE
Who the Devil have we here?
BELVILE
I'll now plant my self under Florinda's Window, and if I find no comfort there, I'll die.
[Ex. Belv. and Fred.]
[Enter Moretta.]
MORETTA
Page!
PAGE
Here's my Lord.
WILLMORE
How is this, a Piccaroon going to board my Frigate! here's one ChaseGun for you.
[Drawing his Sword, justles Ant. who turns and draws. They fight, Ant. falls.]
MORETTA
Oh, bless us, we are all undone!
[Runs in, and shuts the Door.]
PAGE
Help, Murder!
[Belvile returns at the noise of fighting.]
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BELVILE
Ha, the mad Rogue's engag'd in some unlucky Adventure again.
[Enter two or three Masqueraders.]
MASQUER
Ha, a Man kill'd!
WILLMORE
How! a Man kill'd! then I'll go home to sleep.
[Puts up, and reels out. Ex. Masquers another way.]
BELVILE
Who shou'd it be! pray Heaven the Rogue is safe, for all my Quarrel to him.
[As Belvile is groping about, enter an Officer and six Soldiers.]
Sold. Who's there?
OFFICER
So, here's one dispatcht secure the Murderer.
BELVILE
Do not mistake my Charity for Murder: I came to his Assistance.
[Soldiers seize on Belvile.]
OFFICER
That shall be tried, Sir. St. Jago, Swords drawn in the Carnival time!
[Goes to Antonio.]
DON ANTONIO
Thy Hand prithee.
OFFICER
Ha, Don Antonio! look well to the Villain there. How is't Sir?
DON ANTONIO
I'm hurt.
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BELVILE
Has my Humanity made me a Criminal?
OFFICER
Away with him.
BELVILE
What a curst Chance is this!
[Ex. Soldiers with Belv.]
DON ANTONIO
[To the Officer.]
This is the Man that has set upon me twice carry him to my Apartment till you have further Orders from
me.
[Ex. Ant., led.]
ACT IV
SCENE 1
A fine Room.
[Discovers Belvile, as by Dark alone.]
BELVILE
When shall I be weary of railing on Fortune, who is resolv'd never to turn with Smiles upon me? Two
such Defeats in one Night none but the Devil and that mad Rogue could have contriv'd to have plagued
me with I am here a Prisoner but where? Heaven knows and if there be Murder done, I can soon
decide the Fate of a Stranger in a Nation without Mercy Yet this is nothing to the Torture my Soul bows
with, when I think of losing my fair, my dear Florinda. Hark my Door opens a Light a Man
and seems of Quality arm'd too. Now shall I die like a Do, without defence.
[Enter Antonio in a NightGown, with a Light; his Arm in a Scarf, and a Sword under his Arm: He sets the
Candle on the Table.]
DON ANTONIO
Sir, I come to know what Injuries I have done you, that could provoke you to so mean an Action, as to attack
me basely, without allowing time for my Defence.
BELVILE
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Sir, for a Man in my Circumstances to plead Innocence, would look like Fear but view me well, and you
will find no marks of a Coward on me, nor any thing that betrays that Brutality you accuse me of.
DON ANTONIO
In vain, Sir, you impose upon my Sense, You are not only he who drew on me last Night, But yesterday
before the same House, that of Angelica. Yet there is something in your Face and Mein
BELVILE
I own I fought to day in the defence of a Friend of mine, with whom you (if you're the same) and your Party
were first engag'd. Perhaps you think this Crime enough to kill me, But if you do, I cannot fear you'll do it
basely.
DON ANTONIO
No, Sir, I'll make you fit for a Defence with this.
[Gives him the Sword.]
BELVILE
This Gallantry surprizes me nor know I how to use this Present, Sir, against a Man so brave.
DON ANTONIO
You shall not need; For know, I come to snatch you from a Danger That is decreed against you; Perhaps your
Life, or long Imprisonment: And 'twas with so much Courage you offended, I cannot see you punisht.
BELVILE
How shall I pay this Generosity?
DON ANTONIO
It had been safer to have kill'd another, Than have attempted me: To shew your Danger, Sir, I'll let you know
my Quality; And 'tis the ViceRoy's Son whom you have wounded.
BELVILE
[Aside.] The ViceRoy's Son! Death and Confusion! was this Plague reserved To compleat all the rest?
oblig'd by him! The Man of all the World I would destroy.
DON ANTONIO
You seem disorder'd, Sir.
BELVILE
Yes, trust me, Sir, I am, and 'tis with pain That Man receives such Bounties, Who wants the pow'r to pay 'em
back again.
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DON ANTONIO
To gallant Spirits 'tis indeed uneasy; But you may quickly overpay me, Sir.
BELVILE
[Aside.] Then I am well kind Heaven! but set us even, That I may fight with him, and keep my Honour
safe.
Oh, I'm impatient, Sir, to be discounting The mighty Debt I owe you; command me quickly
DON ANTONIO
I have a Quarrel with a Rival, Sir, About the Maid we love.
BELVILE
[Aside.] Death, tis Florinda he means That Thought destroys my Reason, and I shall kill him
DON ANTONIO
My Rival, Sir. Is one has all the Virtues Man can boast of.
BELVILE
[Aside.] Death! who shou'd this be?
DON ANTONIO
He challeng'd me to meet him on the Molo, As soon as Day appear'd; but last Night's quarrel Has made my
Arm unfit to guide a Sword.
BELVILE
I apprehend you, Sir, you'd have me kill the Man That lays a claim to the Maid you speak of. I'll do't
I'll fly to do it.
DON ANTONIO
Sir, do you know her?
BELVILE
No, Sir, but 'tis enough she is admired by you.
DON ANTONIO
Sir, I shall rob you of the Glory on't, For you must fight under my Name and Dress.
BELVILE
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That Opinion must be strangely obliging that makes You think I can personate the brave Antonio, Whom I
can but strive to imitate.
DON ANTONIO
You say too much to my Advantage. Come, Sir, the Day appears that calls you forth. Within, Sir, is the Habit.
[Exit Antonio.]
BELVILE
Fantastick Fortune, thou deceitful Light, That cheats the wearied Traveller by Night, Tho on a Precipice each
step you tread, I am resolv'd to follow where you lead.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE 2
The Molo.
[Enter Florinda and Callis in Masques, with Stephano.]
FLORINDA
I'm dying with my fears; Belvile's not coming, As I expected, underneath my Window, Makes me believe that
all those Fears are true.
[Aside.] Canst thou not tell with whom my Brother fights?
STEPHANO
No, Madam, they were both in Masquerade, I was by when they challeng'd one another, and they had decided
the Quarrel then, but were prevented by some Cavaliers; which made 'em put it off till now but I am sure
'tis about you they fight.
FLORINDA
Nay then 'tis with Belvile, for what other Lover have I that dares fight for me, except Antonio? and he is too
much in favour with my Brother If it be he, for whom shall I direct my Prayers to Heaven?
[Aside.] STEPHANO
Madam, I must leave you; for if my Master see me, I shall be hang'd for being your Conductor. I escap'd
narrowly for the Excuse I made for you last night i'th' Garden.
FLORINDA
And I'll reward thee for't prithee no more.
[Exit. Steph.]
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[Enter Don Pedro in his Masquing Habit.]
PEDRO
Antonio's late to day, the place will fill, and we may be prevented.
[Walks about.]
FLORINDA
Antonio! sure I heard amiss.
[Aside.]
PART II
PROLOGUE
Written by a Person of Quality.
In vain we labour to reform the Stage,
Poets have caught too the Disease o' th' Age,
That Pest, of not being quiet when they're well,
That restless Fever, in the Brethren, Zeal;
In publick Spirits call'd, Good o'th' Commonweal.
Some for this Faction cry, others for that,
The pious Mobile for they know not what:
So tho by different ways the Fever seize,
In all 'tis one and the same mad Disease.
Our Author tool as all new Zealots do,
Full of Conceit and Contradiction too,
'Cause the first Project took, is now so vain,
T' attempt to play the old Game o'er again:
The Scene is only chang'd; for who wou'd lay
A Plot, so hopeful, just the same dull way?
Poets, like Statesmen, with a little change,
Pass off old Politicks for new and strange;
Tho the few Men of Sense decry't aloud,
The Cheat will pass with the unthinking Croud:
The Rabble 'tis we court, those powerful things,
Whose Voices can impose even Laws on Kings.
A Pox of Sense and Reason, or dull Rules,
Give us an Audience that declares for Fools;
Our Play will stand fair: we've Monsters too,
Which far exceed your City Pope for Show.
Almighty Rabble, 'tis to you this Day
Our humble Author dedicates the Play,
From those who in our lofty Tire sit,
Down to the dull StageCullies of the Pit,
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
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Who have much Money, and but little Wit:
Whose useful Purses, and whose empty Skulls
To private Int'rest make ye Publick Tools;
To work on Projects which the wiser frame,
And of fine Men of Business get the Name.
You who have left caballing here of late,
Imploy'd in matters of a mightier weight;
To you we make our humble Application,
You'd spare some time from your dear new Vocation,
Of drinking deep, then settling the Nation,
To countenance us, whom Commonwealths of old
Did the most politick Diversion hold.
Plays were so useful thought to Government,
That Laws were made for their Establishment;
Howe'er in Schools differing Opinions jar,
Yet all agree i' th' crouded Theatre,
Which none forsook in any Change or War.
That, like their Gods, unviolated stood,
Equally needful to the publick Good.
Throw then, Great Sirs, some vacant hours away,
And your Petitioners shall humbly pray,
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
MEN:
WILLMORE, The Rover, in love with La Nuche
BEAUMOND, the English Ambassador's Nephew, in love with La Nuche, contracted to Ariadne
NED BLUNT, an English Country Gentleman
NICHOLAS FETHERFOOL, an English Squire, his Friend
SHIFT, an English Lieutenant
FRIENDS AND OFFICERS to Hunt, an Ensign
HARLEQUIN, Willmore's Man
ABEVILE, Page to Beaumond
DON CARLO, an old Grandee, in love with La Nuche
SANCHO, Bravo to La Nuche
AN OLD JEW, Guardian to the two Monsters
PORTER at the English Ambassador's
RAG, Boy to Willmore
SCARAMOUCHE
WOMEN:
ARIADNE, the English Ambassador's Daughterinlaw, in love with Willmore
LUCIA, her Kinswoman, a Girl
LA NUCHE, a Spanish Curtezan, in love with the Rover
PETRONELLA ELENORA, her Baud
AURELIA, her Woman
A WOMAN GIANT
A DWARF, her Sister
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
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FOOTMEN, SERVANTS, MUSICIANS, OPERATORS and SPECTATORS
ACT I
SCENE 1Madrid, A Street.
[Enter Willmore, Blunt, Fetherfool, and Hunt, two more in Campain Dresses, Rag the Captain's Boy.]
WILLMORE
Stay, this is the English Ambassador's. I'll inquire if Beaumond be return'd from Paris.
FETHERFOOL
Prithee, dear Captain, no more Delays, unless thou thinkest he will invite us to Dinner; for this fine thin sharp
Air of Madrid has a most notable Faculty of provoking an Appetite: Prithee let's to the Ordinary.
WILLMORE
I will not stay
[Knocks, enter a Porter.]
Friend, is the Ambassador's Nephew, Mr. Beaumond, return'd to Madrid yet? If he be, I would speak with
him.
PORTER
I'll let him know so much.
[Goes in, shuts the door.]
BLUNT
Why, how now, what's the Door shut upon us?
FETHERFOOL
And reason, Ned, 'tis Dinnertime in the Ambassador's Kitchen, and should they let the savoury Steam out,
what a world of Castilians would there be at the Door feeding upon't. Oh there's no living in Spain when
the Pot's uncover'd.
BLUNT
Nay, 'tis a Nation of the finest clean Teeth
FETHERFOOL
Teeth! Gad an they use their Swords no oftner, a Scabbard will last an Age.
[Enter Shift from the House.]
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WILLMORE
Honest Lieutenant
SHIFT
My noble Captain Welcome to Madrid. What Mr. Blunt, and my honoured Friend Nicholas Fetherfool
Esq.
FETHERFOOL
Thy Hand, honest Shift
[They embrace him.]
WILLMORE
And how, Lieutenant, how stand Affairs in this unsanctify'd Town? How does Love's great Artillery, the
fair La Nuche, from whose bright Eyes the little wanton God throws Darts to wound Mankind?
SHIFT
Faith, she carries all before her still; undoes her Fellow traders in Love's Art: and amongst the Number, old
Carlo de Minalta Segosa pays high for two Nights in a Week.
WILLMORE
Hah Carlo! Death, what a greeting's here! Carlo, the happy Man! a Dog! a Rascal, gain the bright La
Nuche! Oh Fortune! Cursed blind mistaken Fortune! eternal Friend to Fools! Fortune! that takes the noble
Rate from Man, to place it on her Idol Interest.
SHIFT
Why Faith, Captain, I should think her Heart might stand as fair for you as any, could you be less satirical
but by this Light, Captain, you return her Raillery a little too roughly.
WILLMORE
Her Raillery! By this Hand I had rather be handsomly abus'd than dully flatter'd; but when she touches on my
Poverty, my honourable Poverty, she presses me too sensibly for nothing is so nice as Poverty But
damn her, I'll think of her no more: for she's a Devil, tho her Form be Angel. Is Beaumond come from Paris
yet?
SHIFT
He is, I came with him; he's impatient of your Return: I'll let him know you're here.
[Exit. Shift.]
FETHERFOOL
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Why, what a Pox ails the Captain o'th' sudden? He looks as sullenly as a routed General, or a Lover after hard
Service.
BLUNT
Oh something the Lieutenant has told him about a Wench; and when Cupid's in his Breeches, the Devil's
ever in's Head how now What a pox is the matter with you, you look so scurvily now? What, is the
Gentlewoman otherwise provided? has she cashier'd ye for want of Pay? or what other dire Mischance?
hah
WILLMORE
Do not trouble me
BLUNT
Adsheartlikins, but I will, and beat thee too, but I'll know the Cause. I heard Shift tell thee something about
La Nuche, a Damsel I have often heard thee Fool enough to sigh for.
WILLMORE
Confound the mercenary Jilt!
BLUNT
Nay, adsheartlikins they are all so; tho I thought you had been Whoreproof; 'tis enough for us Fools,
Country Gentlemen, Esquires, and Cullies, to miscarry in their amorous Adventures, you Men of Wit weather
all Storms you.
WILLMORE
Oh, Sir, you're become a new Man, wise and wary, and can no more be cozen'd.
BLUNT
Not by Womankind; and for Man I think my Sword will secure me. Pox, I thought a two Months absence
and a Siege would have put such Trifles out of thy Head: You do not use to be such a Miracle of Constancy.
WILLMORE
That Absence makes me think of her so much; and all the Passions thou find'st about me are to the Sex alone.
Give me a Woman, Ned, a fine young amorous Wanton, who would allay this Fire that makes me rave thus,
and thou shouldst find me no longer particular, but cold as WinterNights to this La Nuche: Yet since I lost
my little charming Gipsey, nothing has gone so near my Heart as this.
BLUNT
Ay, there was a Girl, the only she thing that could reconcile me to the Petticoats again after my Naples
Adventure, when the Quean rob'd and stript me.
WILLMORE
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Oh name not Hellena! She was a Saint to be ador'd on Holydays.
[Enter Beaumond.]
BEAUMOND
[embracing.]
Willmore! my careless wild inconstant how is't, my lucky Rover?
WILLMORE
My Life! my Soul! how glad am I to find thee in my Arms again and well When left you Paris? Paris,
that City of Pottage and CrabWine swarming with Lacquies and Philies, whose Government is carried on by
most Hands, not most Voices And prithee how does Belvile and his Lady?
BEAUMOND
I left 'em both in Health at St. Germains.
WILLMORE
Faith, I have wisht my self with ye at the old Temple of Bacchus at St. Clou, to sacrifice a Bottle and a
Damsel to his Deity.
BEAUMOND
My constant Place of Worship whilst there, tho for want of new Saints my Zeal grew something cold, which I
was ever fain to supply with a Bottle, the old Remedy when Phyllis is sullen and absent.
WILLMORE
Now thou talk'st of Phillis, prithee, dear Harry, what Women hast in store?
BEAUMOND
I'll tell thee; but first inform me whom these two Sparks are.
WILLMORE
Egad, and so they are, Child: Salute 'em They are my Friends True Blades, Hal. highly guilty of the
royal Crime, poor and brave, loyal Fugitives.
BEAUMOND
I love and honour 'em, Sir, as such
[Bowing to Blunt.]
BLUNT
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Sir, there's neither Love nor Honour lost.
FETHERFOOL
Sir, I scorn to be behindhand in Civilities.
BEAUMOND
At first sight I find I am much yours, Sir.
[To Feth.]
FETHERFOOL
Sir, I love and honour any Man that's a Friend to Captain Willmore and therefore I am yours
[Enter Shift.]
Well, honest Lieutenant, how does thy Body? When shall Ned, and thou and I, crack a Bisket o'er a
Glass of Wine, have a Slice of Treason and settle the Nation, hah?
SHIFT
You know, Squire, I am devotedly yours.
[They talk aside.]
BEAUMOND
Prithee who are these?
WILLMORE
Why, the first you saluted is the same Ned Blunt you have often heard Belvile and I speak of: the other is a
Rarity of another Nature, one Squire Fetherfool of Croydon, a tame Justice of Peace, who liv'd as innocently
as Ale and Food could keep him, till for a mistaken Kindness to one of the Royal Party, he lost his
Commission, and got the Reputation of a Sufferer: He's rich, but covetous as an Alderman.
BEAUMOND
What a Pox do'st keep 'em Company for, who have neither Wit enough to divert thee, nor Goodnature
enough to serve thee?
WILLMORE
Faith, Harry, 'tis true, and if there were no more Charity than Profit in't, a Man would sooner keep a Cough
o'th' Lungs than be troubled with 'em: but the Rascals have a blind side as all conceited Coxcombs have,
which when I've nothing else to do, I shall expose to advance our Mirth; the Rogues must be cozen'd, because
they're so positive they never can be so: but I am now for softer Joys, for Woman, for Woman in abundance
dear Hal. inform me where I may safely unlade my Heart.
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BEAUMOND
The same Man still, wild and wanton!
WILLMORE
And would not change to be the Catholick King.
BEAUMOND
I perceive Marriage has not tam'd you, nor a Wife who had all the Charms of her Sex.
WILLMORE
Ay she was too good for Mortals.
[With a sham Sadness.]
BELVILE
I think thou hadst her but a Month, prithee how dy'd she?
WILLMORE
Faith, e'en with a fit of Kindness, poor Soul she would to Sea with me, and in a Storm far from Land,
she gave up the Ghost 'twas a Loss, but I must bear it with a christian Fortitude.
BEAUMOND
Short Happinesses vanish like to Dreams.
WILLMORE
Ay faith, and nothing remains with me but the sad Remembrance not so much as the least Part of her
hundred thousand Crowns; Brussels that inchanted Court has eas'd me of that Grief, where our Heroes act
Tantalus better than ever Ovid describ'd him, condemn'd daily to see an Apparition of Meat, Food in Vision
only. Faith, I had Bowels, was goodnatur'd, and lent upon the publick Faith as far as 'twill go But come,
let's leave this mortifying Discourse, and tell me how the price of Pleasure goes.
BEAUMOND
At the old Rates still; he that gives most is happiest, some few there are for Love!
WILLMORE
Ah, one of the last, dear Beaumond; and if a Heart or Sword can purchase her, I'll bid as fair as the best.
Damn it, I hate a Whore that asks me Mony.
BEAUMOND
Yet I have known thee venture all thy Stock for a new Woman.
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WILLMORE
Ay, such a Fool I was in my dull Days of Constancy, but I am now for Change, (and should I pay as often,
'twould undo me) for Change, my Dear, of Place, Clothes, Wine, and Women. Variety is the Soul of
Pleasure, a Good unknown; and we want Faith to find it.
BEAUMOND
Thou wouldst renounce that fond Opinion, Willmore, didst thou see a Beauty here in Town, whose Charms
have Power to fix inconstant Nature or Fortune were she tottering on her Wheel.
WILLMORE
Her Name, my Dear, her Name?
BEAUMOND
I would not breathe it even in my Complaints, lest amorous Winds should bear it o'er the World, and make
Mankind her Slaves; But that it is a Name too cheaply known, And she that owns it may be as cheaply
purchas'd.
WILLMORE
Hah! cheaply purchas'd too! I languish for her.
BEAUMOND
Ay, there's the Devil on't, she is a Whore.
WILLMORE
Ah, what a charming Sound that mighty Word bears!
BEAUMOND
Damn her, she'll be thine or any body's.
WILLMORE
I die for her
BEAUMOND
Then for her Qualities
WILLMORE
No moreye Gods, I ask no more, Be she but fair and much a Whore Come let's to her.
BEAUMOND
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Perhaps to morrow you may see this Woman.
WILLMORE
Death, 'tis an Age.
FETHERFOOL
Oh, Captain, the strangest News, Captain.
WILLMORE
Prithee what?
FETHERFOOL
Why, Lieutenant Shift here tells us of two Monsters arriv'd from Mexico, Jews of vast Fortunes, with an old
Jew Uncle their Guardian; they are worth a hundred thousand Pounds a piece Marcy upon's, why, 'tis a
Sum able to purchase all Flanders again from his most christian Majesty.
WILLMORE
Ha, ha, ha, Monsters!
BEAUMOND
He tells you Truth, Willmore.
BLUNT
But hark ye, Lieutenant, are you sure they are not married?
BEAUMOND
Who the Devil would venture on such formidable Ladies?
FETHERFOOL
How, venture on 'em! by the Lord Harry, and that would I, tho I'm a Justice of the Peace, and they be Jews,
(which to a Christian is a thousand Reasons.)
BLUNT
Is the Devil in you to declare our Designs?
[Aside.]
FETHERFOOL
Mum, as close as a Jesuit.
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BEAUMOND
I admire your Courage, Sir, but one of them is so little, and so deform'd, 'tis thought she is not capable of
Marriage; and the other is so huge an overgrown Giant, no Man dares venture on her.
WILLMORE
Prithee let's go see 'em; what do they pay for going in?
FETHERFOOL
Pay I'd have you to know they are Monsters of Quality.
SHIFT
And not to be seen but by particular Favour of their Guardian, whom I am got acquainted with, from the
Friendship I have with the Merchant where they lay. The Giant, Sir, is in love with me, the Dwarf with
Ensign Hunt, and as we manage Matters we may prove lucky.
BEAUMOND
And didst thou see the Show? the Elephant and the Mouse.
SHIFT
Yes, and pleased them wondrously with News I brought 'em of a famous Mountebank who is coming to
Madrid, here are his Bills who amongst other his marvellous Cures, pretends to restore Mistakes in
Nature, to newmould a Face and Body tho never so misshapen, to exact Proportion and Beauty. This News
has made me gracious to the Ladies, and I am to bring 'em word of the Arrival of this famous Empirick, and
to negotiate the Business of their Reformation.
WILLMORE
And do they think to be restor'd to moderate sizes?
SHIFT
Much pleas'd with the Hope, and are resolv'd to try at any Rate.
FETHERFOOL
Mum, Lieutenant not too much of their Transformation; we shall have the Captain put in for a Share, and
the Devil would not have him his Rival: Ned and I are resolv'd to venture a Cast for 'em as they are Hah,
Ned.
[Will. and Beau. read the Bill.]
BLUNT
Yes, if there were any Hopes of your keeping a Secret.
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FETHERFOOL
Nay, nay, Ned, the World knows I am a plaguy Fellow at your Secrets; that, and my Share of the Charge shall
be my Part, for Shift says the Guardian must be brib'd for Consent: Now the other Moiety of the Mony and
the Speeches shall be thy part, for thou hast a pretty Knack that way. Now Shift shall bring Matters neatly
about, and we'll pay him by the Day, or in gross, when we married hah, Shift.
SHIFT
Sir, I shall be reasonable.
WILLMORE
I am sure Fetherfool and Blunt have some wise Design upon these two Monsters it must be so and this
Bill has put an extravagant Thought into my Head hark ye, Shift.
[Whispers to him.]
BLUNT
The Devil's in't if this will not redeem my Reputation with the Captain, and give him to understand that all
the Wit does not lie in the Family of the Willmores, but that this Noddle of mine can be fruitful too upon
Occasion.
FETHERFOOL
Ay, and Lord, how we'll domineer, Ned, hah over Willmore and the rest of the Renegado Officers, when
we have married these Lady Monsters, hah, Ned.
BLUNT
Then to return back to Essex worth a Million.
FETHERFOOL
And I to Croyden
BLUNT
Lolling in Coach and Six
FETHERFOOL
Be dub'd Right Worshipful
BLUNT
And stand for Knight of the Shire.
WILLMORE
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Enough I must have my Share of this Jest, and for divers and sundry Reasons thereunto belonging, must
be this very Mountebank expected.
SHIFT
Faith, Sir, and that were no hard matter, for a day or two the Town will believe it, the same they look for: and
the Bank, Operators and Musick are all ready.
WILLMORE
Well enough, add but a Harlequin and Scaramouch, and I shall mount in querpo.
SHIFT
Take no care for that, Sir, your Man, and Ensign Hunt, are excellent at those two; I saw 'em act 'em the other
day to a Wonder, they'll be glad of the Employment, my self will be an Operator.
WILLMORE
No more, get 'em ready, and give it out, the Man of Art's arriv'd: Be diligent and secret, for these two politick
Asses must be cozen'd.
SHIFT
I will about the Business instantly.
[Ex. Shift.]
BEAUMOND
This Fellow will do Feats if he keeps his Word.
WILLMORE
I'll give you mine he shall But, dear Beaumond, where shall we meet anon?
BEAUMOND
I thank ye for that 'Gad, ye shall dine with me.
FETHERFOOL
A good Motion
WILLMORE
I beg your Pardon now, dear Beaumond I having lately nothing else to do, took a Command of Horse
from the General at the last Siege, from which I am just arriv'd, and my Baggage is behind, which I must take
order for.
FETHERFOOL
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Pox on't now there's a Dinner lost, 'twas ever an unlucky Rascal.
BEAUMOND
To tempt thee more, thou shalt see my Wife that is to be.
WILLMORE
Pox on't, I am the leudest Company in Christendom with your honest Women but What, art thou to be
noos'd then?
BEAUMOND
'Tis so design'd by my Uncle, if an old Grandee my Rival prevent it not; the Wench is very pretty, young, and
rich, and lives in the same House with me, for 'tis my Aunt's Daughter.
WILLMORE
Much good may it dye, Harry, I pity you, but 'tis common Grievance of you happy Men of Fortune.
[Goes towards the Housedoor with Beau.]
[Enter La Nuche, Aurelia, Petronella, Sancho, Women veil'd a little.]
AURELIA
Heavens, Madam, is not that the English Captain?
[Looking on Will.]
LA NUCHE
'Tis, and with him Don Henrick the Ambassador's Nephew how my Heart pants and heaves at sight of
him! some Fire of the old Flames remaining, which I must strive to extinguish. For I'll not bate a Ducat of
this Price I've set upon my self, for all the Pleasures Youth or Love can bring me for see Aurelia the
sad Memento of a dacay'd poor old forsaken Whore in Petronella; consider her, and then commend my
Prudence.
WILLMORE
Hah, Women!
FETHERFOOL
Egad, and fine ones too. I'll tell you that.
WILLMORE
No matter, Kindness is better Sauce to Woman than Beauty! By this Hand she looks at me Why dost hold
me?
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[Feth. holds him.]
FETHERFOOL
Why, what a Devil, art mad?
WILLMORE
Raging, as vigorous Youth kept long from Beauty; wild for the charming Sex, eager for Woman, I long to
give a Loose to Love and Pleasure.
BLUNT
These are not Women, Sir, for you to ruffle
WILLMORE
Have a care of your Persons of Quality, Ned.
[Goes to La Nuche.]
Those lovely Eyes were never made to throw their Darts in vain.
LA NUCHE
The Conquest would be hardly worth the Pain.
WILLMORE
Hah, La Nuche! with what a proud Disdain she flung away stay, I will not part so with you
[Holds her.]
[Enter Ariadne and Lucia with Footmen.]
ARIADNE
Who are these before us, Lucia?
LUCIA
I know not, Madam; but if you make not haste home, you'll be troubled with Carlo your importunate Lover,
who is just behind us.
ARIADNE
Hang me, a lovely Man! what Lady's that? stay.
PETRONELLA
What Insolence is this! This Villain will spoil all
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FETHERFOOL
Why, Captain, are you quite distracted? dost know where thou art? Prithee be civil
WILLMORE
Go, proud and cruel!
[Turns her from him.]
[Enter Carlo, and two or three Spanish Servants following: Petronella goes to him.]
CARLO
Hah, affronted by a drunken Islander, a saucy Tramontane! Draw
[To his Servants whilst he takes La Nuche.]
whilst I lead her off fear not, Lady, you have the Honour of my Sword to guard ye.
WILLMORE
Hah, Carlo ye lye it cannot guard the boasting Fool that wears it be gone and look not back
upon this Woman. [Snatches her from him] One single Glance destroys thee
[They draw and fight; Carlo getting hindmost of his Spaniards, the English beat 'em off. The Ladies run
away, all but Ariadne and Lucia.]
LUCIA
Heav'ns, Madam, why do ye stay?
ARIADNE
To pray for that dear Stranger And see, my Prayers are heard, and he's return'd in safety this Door shall
shelter me to o'erhear the Quarrel.
[Steps aside.]
[Enter Will. Blunt, Feth. looking big, and putting up his Sword.]
FETHERFOOL
The noble Captain be affronted by a starch'd Ruff and Beard, a Coward in querpo, a walking Bunch of
Garlick, a pickl'd Pilchard! abuse the noble Captain, and bear it off in State, like a Christmas Sweetheart;
these things must not be whilst Nicholas Fetherfool wears a Sword.
BLUNT
Pox o' these Women, I thought no good would come on't: besides, where's the Jest in affronting honest
Women, if there be such a thing in the Nation?
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FETHERFOOL
Hang't, 'twas the Devil and all
WILLMORE
Ha, ha, ha! Why, good honest homespun Country Gentlemen, who do you think those were?
FETHERFOOL
Were! why, Ladies of Quality going to their Devotion; who should they be?
BLUNT
Why, faith, and so I thought too.
WILLMORE
Why, that very one Woman I spoke to is ten Whores in Surrey.
FETHERFOOL
Prithee speak softly, Man: 'Slife, we shall be poniarde for keeping thee company.
WILLMORE
Wise Mr. Justice, give me your Warrant, and if I do not prove 'em Whores, whip me.
FETHERFOOL
Prithee hold thy scandalous blasphemous Tongue, as if I did not know Whores from Persons of Quality.
WILLMORE
Will you believe me when you lie with her? for thou'rt a rich Ass, and may'st do it.
FETHERFOOL
Whores ha, ha
WILLMORE
'Tis strange Logick now, because your Band is better that mine, I must not know a Whore better than you.
BLUNT
If this be a Whore, as thou say'st, I understand nothing by this Light such a Wench would pass for a
Person of Quality in London.
FETHERFOOL
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Few Ladies have I seen at a Sheriff's Feast have better Faces, or worn so good Clothes; and by the Lord
Harry, if these be of the gentle Craft, I'd not give a Real for an honest Women for my use.
WILLMORE
Come follow me into the Church, for thither I am sure they're gone: And I will let you see what a wretched
thing you had been had you lived seven Years longer in Surrey, stew'd in Ale and Beefbroth.
FETHERFOOL
O dear Willmore, name not those savory things, there's no jesting with my Stomach; it sleeps now, but if it
wakes, wo be to your Shares at the Ordinary.
BLUNT
I'll say that for Fetherfool, if his Heart were but half so good as his Stomach, he were a brave Fellow.
[Aside, Exeunt.]
ARIADNE
I am resolv'd to follow and learn, if possible, who 'tis has made this sudden Conquest o'er me.
[All go off.]
[Scene draws, and discovers a Church, a great many People at Devotion, soft Musick playing. Enter La
Nuche, Aurelia, Petron. and Sancho: To them Willmore, Feth. Blunt; then Ariadne, Lucia; Feth. bows to La
Nuche and Petronella.]
FETHERFOOL
Now as I hope to be sav'd, Blunt, she's a most melodious Lady. Would I were worthy to purchase a Sin or so
with her. Would not such a Beauty reconcile thy Quarrel to the Sex?
BLUNT
No, were she an Angel in that Shape.
FETHERFOOL
Why, what a pox couldst not lie with her if she'd let thee? By the Lord Harry, as errant a Dog as I am, I'd fain
see any of Cupid's Cookmaids put me out of countenance with such a Shoulder of Mutton.
ARIADNE
See how he gazes on her Lucia, go nearer, and o'erhear 'em.
[Lucia listens.]
WILLMORE
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Death, how the charming Hypocrite looks to day, with such a soft Devotion in her Eyes, as if even now she
were praising Heav'n for all the Advantages it has blest her with.
BLUNT
Look how Willmore eyes her, the Rogue's smitten heart deep Whores
FETHERFOOL
Only a Trick to keep her to himself he thought the Name of a Spanish Harlot would fight us from
attempting I must divert him how is't, Captain Prithee mind this Musick Is it not most
Seraphical?
WILLMORE
Pox, let the Fidlers mind and tune their Pipes, I've higher Pleasures now.
FETHERFOOL
[Aside]
Oh, have ye so;
what, with Whores, Captain? 'Tis a most delicious Gentlewoman.
PETRONELLA
Pray, Madam, mind that Cavalier, who takes such pains to recommend himself to you.
LA NUCHE
Yes, for a fine conceited Fool
PETRONELLA
Catso, a Fool, what else?
LA NUCHE
Right, they are our noblest Chapmen; a Fool, and a rich Fool, and an English rich Fool
FETHERFOOL
'Sbud, she eyes me, Ned, I'll set my self in order, it may take hah
[Sets himself.]
PETRONELLA
Let me alone to manage him, I'll to him
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
ACT I 86
Page No 89
LA NUCHE
Or to the Devil, so I had one Minute's time to speak to Willmore.
PETRONELLA
And accosting him thus tell him
LA NUCHE
[in a hasty Tone.] I am desperately in love with him, and am Daughter, Wife, or Mistress to some
Grandee bemoan the Condition of Women of Quality in Spain, who by too much Constraint are oblig'd to
speak first but were we blest like other Nations where Men and Women meet
[Speaking so fast, she offering to put in her word, is still prevented by t'other's running on.]
PETRONELLA
What Herds of Cuckolds would Spain breed 'Slife, I could find in my Heart to forswear your Service:
Have I taught ye your Trade, to become my Instructor, how to cozen a dull phlegmatick greasybrain'd
Englishman? go and expect your Wishes.
WILLMORE
So, she has sent her Matron to our Coxcomb; she saw he was a Cully fit for Game who would not be a
Rascal to be rich, a Dog, an Ass, a beaten, harden'd Coward by Heaven, I will possess this gay Insensible,
to make me hate her most extremely curse her See if she be not fallen to Pray'r again, from thence to
Flattery, Jilting and Pursetaking, to make the Proverb good My fair false Sybil, what Inspirations are you
waiting for from Heaven, new Arts to cheat Mankind! Tell me, with what Face canst thou be devout, or
ask any thing from thence, who hast made so leud a use of what it has already lavish'd on thee?
LA NUCHE
Oh my careless Rover! I perceive all your hot Shot is not yet spent in Battel, you have a Volley in reserve for
me still Faith, Officer, the Town has wanted Mirth in your Absence.
WILLMORE
And so might all the wiser part for thee, who hast no Mirth, no Gaiety about thee, and when thou wouldst
design some Coxcomb's ruin; to all the rest, a Soul thou hast so dull, that neither Love nor Mirth, nor Wit or
Wine can wake it to good Nature thou'rt one who lazily work'st in thy Trade, and sell'st for ready Mony so
much Kindness; a tame cold Sufferer only, and no more.
LA NUCHE
What, you would have a Mistress like a Squirrel in a Cage, always in Action one who is as free of her
Favours as I am sparing of mine Well, Captain, I have known the time when La Nuche was such a Wit,
such a Humour, such a Shape, and such a Voice, (tho to say Truth I sing but scurvily) 'twas Comedy to see
and hear me.
WILLMORE
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
ACT I 87
Page No 90
Why, yes Faith for once thou wert, and for once mayst be again, till thou know'st thy Man, and knowest him
to be poor. At first you lik'd me too, you saw me gay, no marks of Poverty dwelt in my Face or Dress, and
then I was the dearest loveliest Man all this was to my outside; Death, you made love to my Breeches,
caress'd my Garniture and Feather, and English Fool of Quality you thought me 'Sheart, I have known a
Woman doat on Quality, tho he has stunk thro all his Perfumes; one who never went all to Bed to her, but left
his Teeth, an Eye, false Back and Breast, sometimes his Palate too upon her Toilet, whilst her fair Arms hug'd
the dismember'd Carcase, and swore him all Perfection, because of Quality.
LA NUCHE
But he was rich, good Captain, was he not?
WILLMORE
Oh most damnably, and a confounded Blockhead, two certain Remedies against your Pride and Scorn.
LA NUCHE
Have you done, Sir?
WILLMORE
With thee and all thy Sex, of which I've try'd an hundred, and found none true or honest.
LA NUCHE
Oh, I doubt not the number: for you are one of those healthystomacht Lovers, that can digest a Mistress in a
Night, and hunger again next Morning: a Pox of your whining consumptive Constitution, who are only
constant for want of Appetite: you have a swinging Stomach to Variety, and Want having set an edge upon
your Invention, (with which you cut thro all Difficulties) you grow more impudent by Success.
WILLMORE
I am not always scorn'd then.
LA NUCHE
I have known you as confidently put your Hands into your Pockets for Money in a Morning, as if the Devil
had been your Banker, when you knew you put 'em off at Night as empty as your Gloves.
WILLMORE
And it may be found Money there too.
LA NUCHE
Then with this Poverty so proud you are, you will not give the Wall to the Catholick King, unless his Picture
hung upon't. No Servants, no Money, no Meat, always on foot, and yet undaunted still.
WILLMORE
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
ACT I 88
Page No 91
Allow me that, Child.
LA NUCHE
I wonder what the Devil makes you so termagant on our Sex, 'tis not your high feeding, for your Grandees
only dine, and that but when Fortune pleases For your parts, who are the poor dependent, brown Bread
and old Adam's Ale is only current amongst ye; yet if little Eve walk in the Garden, the starv'd lean Rogues
neigh after her, as if they were in Paradise.
WILLMORE
Still true to Love you see
LA NUCHE
I heard an English Capuchin swear, that if the King's Followers could be brought to pray as well as fast, there
would be more Saints among 'em than the Church has ever canoniz'd.
WILLMORE
All this with Pride I own, since 'tis a royal Cause I suffer for; go pursue your Business your own way, insnare
the Fool I saw the Toils you set, and how that Face was ordered for the Conquest, your Eyes brimful of
dying lying Love; and now and then a wishing Glance or Sigh thrown as by chance; which when the happy
Coxcomb caught you feign'd a Blush, as angry and asham'd of the Discovery: and all this Cunning's for a
little mercenary Gain fine Clothes, perhaps some Jewels too, whilst all the Finery cannot hide the Whore!
LA NUCHE
There's your eternal Quarrel to our Sex, 'twere a fine Trade indeed to keep a Shop and give your Ware for
Love: would it turn to account think ye, Captain, to trick and dress, to receive all wou'd enter? faith, Captain,
try the Trade.
PETRONELLA
What in Discourse with this Railer! come away; Poverty's catching.
[Returns from Discourse with Feth. speaks to San.]
WILLMORE
So is the Pox, good Matron, of which you can afford good Penniworths.
LA NUCHE
He charms me even with his angry Looks, and will undo me yet.
PETRONELLA
Let's leave this Place, I'll tell you my Success as we go.
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
ACT I 89
Page No 92
[Ex. all, some one way, some another, the Forepart of the Church shuts over, except Will. Blunt, Aria. and
Lucia.]
WILLMORE
She's gone, and all the Plagues of Pride go with her.
BLUNT
Heartlikins, follow her Pox on't, an I'd but as good a Hand at this Game as thou hast, I'll venture upon any
Chance
WILLMORE
Damn her, come, let's to Dinner. Where's Fetherfool?
BLUNT
Follow'd a good Woodman, who gave him the Sign: he'll lodge the Deer e'er night.
WILLMORE
Follow'd her he durst not, the Fool wants Confidence enough to look on her.
BLUNT
Oh you know not how a Country Justice may be improved by Travel; the Rogue was hedg'd in at home with
the Fear of his Neighbours and the Penal Statutes, now he's broke loose, he runs neighing like a StoneHorse
upon the Common.
WILLMORE
However, I'll not believe this let's follow 'em.
[Ex. Will. and Blunt.]
ARIADNE
He is in love, but with a Courtezan some Comfort that. We'll after him 'Tis a fainthearted Lover,
Who for the first Discouragement gives over.
[Ex. Ariadne and Lucia.]
ACT II
SCENE 1The Street.
[Enter Fetherfool and Sancho, passing over the Stage; after them Willmore and Blunt, follow'd by Ariadne
and Lucia.]
WILLMORE
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
ACT II 90
Page No 93
'Tis so, by Heaven, he's chaffering with her Pimp. I'll spare my Curses on him for having her, he has a Plague
beyond 'em. Harkye, I'll never love, nor lie with Women more, those Slaves to Lust, to Vanity and Interest.
BLUNT
Ha, Captain!
[Shaking his Head and smiling.]
WILLMORE
Come, let's go drink Damnation to 'em all.
BLUNT
Not all, good Captain.
WILLMORE
All, for I hate 'em all
ARIADNE
Heavens! if he should indeed!
[Aside.]
BLUNT
But, Robert, I have found you most inclined to a Damsel when you had a Bottle in your Head.
WILLMORE
Give me thy Hand, Ned Curse me, despise me, point me out for Cowardice if e'er thou see'st me court a
Woman more: Nay, when thou knowest I ask any of the Sex a civil Question again a Plague upon 'em,
how they've handled me come, let's go drink, I say Confusion to the Race A Woman! no, I will
be burnt with my own Fire to Cinders e'er any of the Brood shall lay my Flame
ARIADNE
He cannot be so wicked to keep this Resolution sure
[She passes by.]
Faith, I must be resolv'd you've made a pious Resolution, Sir, had you the Grace to keep it
[Passing on he pauses, and looks on her.]
WILLMORE
Hum What's that?
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
ACT II 91
Page No 94
BLUNT
That O nothing but a Woman come away.
WILLMORE
A Woman! Damn her, what Mischief made her cross my way just on the Point of Reformation!
BLUNT
I find the Devil will not lose so hopeful a Sinner. Hold, hold, Captain, have you no Regard to your own Soul?
'dsheartlikins, 'tis a Woman, a very errant Woman.
ARIADNE
Your Friend informs you right, Sir, I am a Woman.
WILLMORE
Ay, Child, or I were a lost Man therefore, dear lovely Creature
ARIADNE
How can you tell, Sir?
WILLMORE
Oh, I have naturally a large Faith, Child, and thou'st promising Form, a tempting Motion, clean Limbs, well
drest, and a most damnable inviting Air.
ARIADNE
I am not to be sold, nor fond of Praise I merit not.
WILLMORE
How, not to be sold too! By this light, Child, thou speakest like a Cherubim, I have not heard so obliging a
Sound from the Mouth of Womankind this many a Day I find we must be better acquainted, my Dear.
ARIADNE
Your Reason, good familiar Sir, I see no such Necessity.
WILLMORE
Child, you are mistaken, I am in great Necessity; for first I love thee desperately have I not damn'd my
Soul already for thee, and wouldst thou be so wicked to refuse a little Consolation to my Body? Then
secondly, I see thou art frank and goodnatur'd, and wilt do Reason gratis.
ARIADNE
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
ACT II 92
Page No 95
How prove ye that, good Mr. Philospher?
WILLMORE
Thou say'st thou'rt not to be sold, and I'm sure thou'rt to be had that lovely Body of so divine a Form,
those soft smooth Arms and Hands, were made t'embrace as well as be embrac'd; that delicate white rising
Bosom to be prest, and all thy other Charms to be enjoy'd.
ARIADNE
By one that can esteem 'em to their worth, can set a Value and a Rate upon 'em.
WILLMORE
Name not those Words, they grate my Ears like Jointure, that dull conjugal Cant that frights the generous
Lover. Rate Death, let the old Dotards talk of Rates, and pay it t'atone for the Defects of Impotence. Let
the sly Statesman, who jilts the Commonwealth with his grave Politicks, pay for the Sin, that he may doat in
secret; let the brisk Fool inch out his scanted Sense with a large Purse more eloquent than he: But tell not me
of Rates, who bring a Heart, Youth, Vigor, and a Tongue to sing the Praise of every single Pleasure thou shalt
give me.
ARIADNE
Then if I should be kind, I perceive you would not keep the Secret.
WILLMORE
Secrecy is a damn'd ungrateful Sin, Child, known only where Religion and Smallbeer are current, despis'd
where Apollo and the Vine bless the Country: you find none of Jove's Mistresses hid in Roots and Plants, but
fixt Stars in Heaven for all to gaze and wonder at and tho I am no God, my Dear, I'll do a Mortal's Part,
and generously tell the admiring World what hidden Charms thou hast: Come, lead me to some Place of
Happiness
BLUNT
Prithee, honest Damsel, be not so full of Questions; will a Pistole or two do thee any hurt?
LUCIA
None at all, Sir
BLUNT
Thou speak'st like a hearty Wench and I believe hast not been one of Venus' Handmaids so long, but
thou understand thy Trade In short, fair Damsel, this honest Fellow here who is so termagant upon thy
Lady, is my Friend, my particular Friend, and therefore I would have him handsomly, and wellfavour'dly
abus'd you conceive me.
LUCIA
Truly, Sir, a friendly Request but in what Nature abus'd?
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
ACT II 93
Page No 96
BLUNT
Nature! why any of your Tricks would serve but if he could be conveniently strip'd and beaten, or tost
in a Blanket, or any such trivial Business, thou wouldst do me a singular Kindness; as for Robbery he defies
the Devil: an empty Pocket is an Antidote against that Ill.
LUCIA
Your Money, Sir: and if he be not cozen'd, say a Spanish Woman has neither Wit nor Invention upon
Occasion.
BLUNT
Sheartlikins, how I shall love and honour thee for't here's earnest
[Talks to her with Joy and Grimace.]
ARIADNE
But who was that you entertain'd at Church but now?
WILLMORE
Faith, one, who for her Beauty merits that glorious Title she wears, it was a Whore, Child.
ARIADNE
That's but a scurvy Name; yet, if I'm not mistaken, in those false Eyes of yours, they look with longing Love
upon that Whore, Child.
WILLMORE
Thou are i'th' right, and by this hand, my Soul was full as wishing as my eyes: but a Pox on't, you Women
have all a certain Jargon, or Gibberish, peculiar to your selves; of Value, Rate, Present, Interest, Settlement,
Advantage, Price, Maintenance, and the Devil and all of Fopperies, which in plain Terms signify ready
Money, by way of Fine before Entrance; so that an honest wellmeaning Merchant of Love finds no Credit
amongst ye, without his Bill of Lading.
ARIADNE
We are not all so cruel but the Devil on't is, your good natur'd Heart is likely accompanied with an ill
Face and worse Wit.
WILLMORE
Faith, Child, a ready Dish when a Man's Stomach is up, is better than a tedious Feast. I never saw any Man
yet cut my piece; some are for Beauty, some are for Wit, and some for the Secret, but I for all, so it be in a
kind Girl: and for Wit in Woman, so she say pretty fond things, we understand; tho true or false, no matter.
ARIADNE
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
ACT II 94
Page No 97
Give the Devil his due, you are a very conscientious Lover: I love a Man that scorns to impose dull Truth and
Constancy on a Mistress.
WILLMORE
Constancy, that current Coin with Fools! No, Child, Heaven keep that Curse from our Doors.
ARIADNE
Hang it, it loses Time and Profit, new Lovers have new Vows and new Presents, whilst the old feed upon a
dull repetition of what they did when they were Lovers; 'tis like eating the cold Meat ones self, after having
given a Friend a Feast.
WILLMORE
Yes, that's the thrifty Food for the Family when the Guests are gone. Faith, Child, thou hast made a neat and a
hearty Speech: But prithee, my Dear, for the future, leave out that same Profit and Present, for I have a
natural Aversion to hard words; and for matter of quick Dispatch in the Business give me thy Hand, Child
let us but start fair, and if thou outstripst me, thou'rt a nimble Racer.
[Lucia sees Shift.]
LUCIA
Oh, Madam, let's be gone: younder's Lieutenant Shift, who, if he sees us, will certainly give an Account of it
to Mr. Beaumond. Let's get in thro the Garden, I have the Key.
ARIADNE
Here's Company coming, and for several reasons I would not be seen.
[Offers to go.]
WILLMORE
Gad, Child, nor I; Reputation is tender therefore prithee let's retire.
[Offers to go with her.]
ARIADNE
You must not stir a step.
WILLMORE
Not stir! no Magick Circle can detain me if you go.
ARIADNE
Follow me then at a distance, and observe where I enter; and at night (if your Passion lasts so long) return,
and you shall find Admittance into the Garden.
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ACT II 95
Page No 98
[Speaking hastily.]
[He runs out after her.]
[Enter Shift.]
SHIFT
Well, Sir, the Mountebank's come, and just going to begin in the Piazza; I have order'd Matters, that you shall
have a Sight of the Monsters, and leave to court 'em, and when won, to give the Guardian a fourth part of the
Portions.
BLUNT
Good: But Mum here's the Captain, who must by no means know our good Fortune, till he see us in State.
[Enter Willmore, Shift goes to him.]
SHIFT
All things are ready, Sir, for our Design, the House prepar'd as you directed me, the Guardian wrought upon
by the Persuasions of the two Monsters, to take a Lodging there, and try the Bath of Reformation: The Bank's
preparing, and the Operators and Musick all ready, and the impatient Town flockt together to behold the Man
of Wonders, and nothing wanting but your Donship and a proper Speech.
WILLMORE
'Tis well, I'll go fit my self with a Dress, and think of a Speech the while: In the mean time, go you and amuse
the gaping Fools that expect my coming.
[Goes out.]
[Enter Fetherfool singing and dancing.]
FETHERFOOL
Have you heard of a Spanish Lady, How she woo'd an English Man?
BLUNT
Why, how now, Fetherfool?
FETHERFOOL
Garments gay, and rich as may be, Deckt with Jewels, had she on.
BLUNT
Why, how now, Justice, what run mad out of Dogdays?
FETHERFOOL
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
ACT II 96
Page No 99
Of a comely Countenance and Grace is she, A sweeter Creature in the World there could not be.
SHIFT
Why, what the Devil's the matter, Sir?
BLUNT
Stark mad, 'dshartlikins.
FETHERFOOL
Of a Comely Countenance well, Lieutenant, the most heroick and illustrious Madona! Thou saw'st her,
Ned: And of a comely Counte The most Magnetick Face well I knew the Charms of these Eyes of
mine were not made in vain: I was design'd for great things, that's certain And a sweeter Creature in the
World there could not be.
[Singing.]
BLUNT
What then the two Lady Monsters are forgotten? the Design upon the Million of Money, the Coach and Six,
and Patent for Right Worshipful, all drown'd in the Joy of this new Mistress? But well, Lieutenant, since
he is so well provided for, you may put in with me for a Monster; such a Jest, and such a Sum, is not to be
lost.
SHIFT
Nor shall not, or I have lost my Aim.
[Aside.]
FETHERFOOL
[Putting off his Hat.] Your Pardons, good Gentlemen; and tho I perceive I shall have no great need for so
trifling a Sum as a hundred thousand Pound, or so, yet a Bargain's a Bargain, Gentlemen.
BLUNT
Nay, 'dsheartlikins, the Lieutenant scorns to do a foul thing, d'ye see, but we would not have the Monsters
slighted.
FETHERFOOL
Slighted! no, Sir, I scorn your Words, I'd have ye to know, that I have as high a Respect for Madam Monster,
as any Gentleman in Christendom, and so I desire she should understand.
BLUNT
Why, this is that that's handsom.
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
ACT II 97
Page No 100
SHIFT
Well, the Mountebank's come, Lodgings are taken at his House, and the Guardian prepar'd to receive you on
the aforesaid Terms, and some fifty Pistoles to the Mountebank to stand your Friend, and the Business is
done.
FETHERFOOL
Which shall be perform'd accordingly, I have it ready about me.
BLUNT
And here's mine, put 'em together, and let's be speedy, lest some should bribe higher, and put in before us.
[Feth. takes the Money, and looks pitiful on't.]
FETHERFOOL
Tis a plaguy round Sum, Ned, pray God it turn to Account.
BLUNT
Account, 'dsheartlikins, tis not in the Power of mortal Man to cozen 'me.
SHIFT
Oh fie, Sir, cozen you, Sir! well, you'll stay here and see the Mountebank, he's coming forth.
[A Hollowing. Enter from the Front a Bank, a Pageant, which they fix on the Stage at one side, a little
Pavilion on't, Musick playing, and Operators round below, or Antickers.]
[Musick plays, and an Antick Dance.]
[Enter Willmore like a Mountebank, with a Dagger in one Hand, and a Viol in the other, Harlequin and
Scaramouche; Carlo with other Spaniards below, and Rabble; Ariadne and Lucia above in the Balcony,
others on the other side, Fetherfool and Blunt below.]
WILLMORE
(bowing) Behold this little Viol, which contains in its narrow Bounds what the whole Universe cannot
purchase, if sold to its true Value; this admirable, this miraculous Elixir, drawn from the Hearts of
Mandrakes, Phenix Livers, and Tongues of Maremaids, and distill'd by contracted SunBeams, has besides
the unknown Virtue of curing all Distempers both of Mind and Body, that divine one of animating the Heart
of Man to that Degree, that however remiss, cold and cowardly by Nature, he shall become vigorous and
brave. Oh stupid and insensible Man, when Honour and secure Renown invites you, to treat it with Neglect,
even when you need but passive Valour, to become the Heroes of the Age; receive a thousand Wounds, each
of which wou'd let out fleeting Life: Here's that can snatch the parting Soul in its full Career, and bring it
back to its native Mansion; baffles grim Death, and disappoints even Fate.
FETHERFOOL
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
ACT II 98
Page No 101
Oh Pox, an a Man were sure of that now
WILLMORE
Behold, here's Demonstration
[Harlequin stabs himself, and falls as dead.]
FETHERFOOL
Hold, hold, why, what the Devil is the Fellow mad?
BLUNT
Why, do'st think he has hurt himself?
FETHERFOOL
Hurt himself! why, he's murder'd, Man; 'tis flat Felo de se, in any ground in England, if I understand Law,
and I have been a Justice o'th' Peace.
WILLMORE
See, Gentlemen, he's dead
FETHERFOOL
Look ye there now, I'll be gone lest I be taken as an Accessary.
[Going out.]
WILLMORE
Coffin him, inter him, yet after four and twenty Hours, as many Drops of this divine Elixir give him new Life
again; this will recover whole Fields of slain, and all the Dead shall rise and fight again 'twas this that
made the Roman Legions numerous, and now makes France so formidable, and this alone may be the
Occasion of the loss of Germany.
[Pours in Harlequin's Wound, he rises.]
FETHERFOOL
Why this Fellow's the Devil, Ned, that's for certain.
BLUNT
Oh plague, a damn'd Conjurer, this
WILLMORE
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
ACT II 99
Page No 102
Come, buy this Coward's Comfort, quickly buy; what Fop would be abus'd, mimick'd and scorn'd, for fear of
Wounds can be so easily cured? Who is't wou'd bear the Insolence and Pride of domineering great Men,
proud Officers or Magistrates? or who wou'd cringe to Statesmen out of Fear? What Cully wou'd be
cuckolded? What foolish Heir undone by cheating Gamesters? What Lord wou'd be lampoon'd? What Poet
fear the Malice of his satirical Brother, or Atheist fear to fight for fear of Death? Come buy my Coward's
Comfort, quickly buy.
FETHERFOOL
Egad, Ned, a very excellent thing this; I'll lay out ten Reals upon this Commodity.
[They buy, whilst another Part of the Dance is danc'd.]
WILLMORE
Behold this little Paper, which contains a Pouder, whose Value surmounts that of Rocks of Diamonds and
Hills of Gold; 'twas this made Venus a Goddess, and was given her by Apollo, from her deriv'd to Helen, and
in the Sack of Troy lost, till recover'd by me out of some Ruins of Asia. Come, buy it, Ladies, you that wou'd
be fair and wear eternal Youth; and you in whom the amorous Fire remains, when all the Charms are fled:
You that dress young and gay, and would be thought so, that patch and paint, to fill up sometimes old
Furrows on your Brows, and set yourselves for Conquest, tho in vain; here's that will give you aubern Hair,
white Teeth, red Lips, and Dimples on your Cheeks: Come, buy it all you that are past bewitching, and wou'd
have handsom, young and active Lovers.
FETHERFOOL
Another good thing, Ned.
CARLO
I'll lay out a Pistole or two in this, if it have the same Effect on Men.
WILLMORE
Come, all you City Wives, that wou'd advance your Husbands to Lord Mayors, come, buy of me new Beauty;
this will give it tho now decay'd, as are your Shop Commodities; this will retrieve your Customers, and vend
your false and out of fashion'd Wares: cheat, lye, protest and cozen as you please, a handsom Wife makes all
a lawful Gain. Come, City Wives, come, buy.
FETHERFOOL
A most prodigious Fellow!
[They buy, he sits, the other Part is danc'd.]
WILLMORE
But here, behold the Life and Soul of Man! this is the amorous Pouder, which Venus made and gave the God
of Love, which made him first a Deity; you talk of Arrows, Bow, and killing Darts; Fables, poetical Fictions,
and no more: 'tis this alone that wounds and fires the Heart, makes Women kind, and equals Men to Gods; 'tis
this that makes your great Lady doat on the illfavour'd Fop; your great Man be jilted by his little Mistress,
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
ACT II 100
Page No 103
the Judge cajol'd by his Semstress, and your Politican by his Comedian; your young lady doat on her decrepid
Husband, your Chaplain on my Lady's WaitingWoman, and the young Squire on the LandryMaid In
fine, Messieurs,
'Tis this that cures the Lover's Pain,
And Celia of her cold Disdain.
FETHERFOOL
A most devilish Fellow this!
BLUNT
Hold, shartlikins, Fetherfool, let's have a Dose or two of this Pouder for quick Dispatch with our Monsters.
FETHERFOOL
Why Pox, Man, Jugg my Giant would swallow a whole CartLoad before 'twould operate.
BLUNT
No hurt in trying a Paper or two however.
CARLO
A most admirable Receit, I shall have need on't.
WILLMORE
I need say nothing of my divine Baths of Reformation, nor the wonders of the old Oracle of the Box, which
resolves all Questions, my Bills sufficiently declare their Virtue.
[Sits down. They buy.]
[Enter Petronella Elenora carried in a Chair, dress'd like a Girl of Fifteen.]
SHIFT
Room there, Gentlemen, room for a Patient.
BLUNT
Pray, Seignior, who may this be thus muzzl'd by old Gaffer Time?
CARLO
One Petronella Elenora, Sir, a famous outworn Curtezan.
BLUNT
Elenora! she may be that of Troy for her Antiquity, tho fitter for God Priapus to ravish than Paris.
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SHIFT
Hunt, a word; dost thou see that same formal Politician yonder, on the Jennet, the nobler Animal of the two?
HUNT
What of him?
SHIFT
'Tis the same drew on the Captain this Morning, and I must revenge the Affront.
HUNT
Have a care of Revenges in Spain, upon Persons of his Quality.
SHIFT
Nay, I'll only steal his Horse from under him.
HUNT
Steal it! thou may'st take it by force perhaps; but how safely is a Question.
SHIFT
I'll warrant thee shoulder you up one side of his great Saddle, I'll do the like on t'other; then heaving him
gently up, Harlequin shall lead the Horse from between his Worship's Legs: All this in the Crowd will not be
perceiv'd, where all Eyes are imploy'd on the Mountebank.
HUNT
I apprehend you now
[Whilst they are lifting Petronella on the Mountebank's Stage, they go into the Crowd, shoulder up Carlo's
Saddle. Harlequin leads the Horse forward, whilst Carlo is gazing, and turning up his Mustachios; they hold
him up a little while, then let him drop: he rises and stares about for his Horse.]
CARLO
This is flat Conjuration.
SHIFT
What's your Worship on foot?
HUNT
I never saw his Worship on foot before.
CARLO
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Sirrah, none of your Jests, this must be by diabolical Art, and shall cost the Seignior dear Men of my Garb
affronted my Jennet vanisht most miraculous by St. Jago, I'll be revenged hah, what's here
La Nuche
[Surveys her at a distance.]
[Enter La Nuche, Aurelia, Sancho.]
LA NUCHE
We are pursu'd by Beaumond, who will certainly hinder our speaking to Willmore, should we have the good
fortune to see him in this Crowd and yet there's no avoiding him.
BEAUMOND
'Tis she, how carefully she shuns me!
AURELIA
I'm satisfied he knows us by the jealous Concern which appears in that prying Countenance of his.
BEAUMOND
Stay, Cruel, is it Love or Curiosity, that wings those nimble Feet?
[Holds her.]
[Lucia above and Ariadne.]
ARIADNE
Beaumond with a Woman!
BEAUMOND
Have you forgot this is the glorious Day that ushers in the Night shall make you mine? the happiest Night that
ever favour'd Love!
LA NUCHE
Or if I have, I find you'll take care to remember me.
BEAUMOND
Sooner I could forget the Aids of Life, sooner forget how first that Beauty charm'd me.
LA NUCHE
Well, since your Memory's so good, I need not doubt your coming.
BEAUMOND
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Still cold and unconcern'd! How have I doated, and how sacrific'd, regardless of my Fame, lain idling here,
when all the Youth of Spain were gaining Honour, valuing one Smile of thine above their Laurels!
LA NUCHE
And in return, I do submit to yield, preferring you above those fighting Fools, who safe in Multitudes reap
Honour cheaper.
BEAUMOND
Yet there is one one of those fighting Fools which should'st thou see, I fear I were undone; brave,
handsome, gay, and all that Women doat on, unfortunate in every good of Life, but that one Blessing of
obtaining Women: Be wise, for if thou seest him thou art lost Why dost thou blush?
LA NUCHE
Because you doubt my Heart 'tis Willmore that he means. [Aside.] We've Eyes upon us, Don Carlo may
grow jealous, and he's a powerful Rival at night I shall expect ye.
BEAUMOND
Whilst I prepare my self for such a Blessing.
[Ex. Beau.]
CARLO
Hah! a Cavalier in conference with La Nuche! and entertain'd without my knowledge! I must prevent this
Lover, for he's young and this Night will surprise her.
[Aside.]
WILLMORE
And you would be restor'd?
[To Petro.]
PETRONELLA
Yes, if there be that Divinity in your Baths of Reformation.
WILLMORE
There are.
New Flames shall sparkle in those Eyes;
And these grey Hairs flowing and bright shall rise:
These Cheeks fresh Buds of Roses wear,
And all your wither'd Limbs so smooth and clear,
As shall a general Wonder move,
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And wound a thousand Hearts with Love.
PETRONELLA
A Blessing on you, Sir, there's fifty Pistoles for you, and as I earn it you shall have more.
[They lift her down.]
[Exit Willmore bowing.]
SHIFT
Messieurs, 'tis late, and the Seignior's Patients stay for him at his Laboratory, to morrow you shall see the
conclusion of this Experiment, and so I humbly take my leave at this time.
[Enter Willmore, below sees La Nuche, makes up to her, whilst the last part of the Dance is dancing.]
LA NUCHE
What makes you follow me, Sir?
[She goes from him, he pursues.]
WILLMORE
Madam, I see something in that lovely Face of yours, which if not timely prevented will be your ruin: I'm
now in haste, but I have more to say
[Goes off.]
LA NUCHE
Stay, Sir he's gone and fill'd me with a curiosity that will not let me rest till it be satisfied: Follow me,
Aurelia, for I must know my Destiny.
[Goes out.]
[The Dance ended, the Bank removes, the People go off.]
FETHERFOOL
Come, Ned, now for our amorous Visit to the two Lady Monsters.
[Ex. Feth. and Blunt.]
ACT II
SCENE 2
Changes to a fine Chamber.
[Enter Ariadne and Lucia.]
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ARIADNE
I'm thoughtful: Prithee, Cousin, sing some foolish Song
SONG.
Phillis, whose Heart was unconfin'd
And free as Flowers on Meads and Plains,
None boasted of her being kind,
'Mongst all the languishing and amorous Swains:
No Sighs nor Tears the Nymph could move
[bis.]
To pity or return their Love.
Till on a time, the hapless Maid
Retir'd to shun the heat o'th' Day,
Into a Grove, beneath whose Shade
Strephon, the careless Shepherd, sleeping lay:
But oh such Charms the Youth adorn,
[bis.]
Love is reveng'd for all her Scorn.
Her Cheeks with Blushes covered were,
And tender Sighs her Bosom warm;
A softness in her Eyes appear,
Unusual Pains she feels from every Charm:
To Woods and Ecchoes now she cries,
[bis.]
For Modesty to speak denies.
ARIADNE
Come, help to undress me, for I'll to this Mountebank, to know what success I shall have with my Cavalier.
[Unpins her things before a great Glass that is fasten'd.]
LUCIA
You are resolv'd then to give him admittance?
ARIADNE
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Where's the danger of a handsom young Fellow?
LUCIA
But you don't know him, Madam.
ARIADNE
But I desire to do, and time may bring it about without Miracle.
LUCIA
Your Cousin Beaumond will forbid the Banes.
ARIADNE
No, nor old Carlos neither, my Mother's precious Choice, who is as sollicitous for the old Gentleman, as my
FatherinLaw is for his Nephew. Therefore, Lucia, like a good and gracious Child, I'll end the Dispute
between my Father and Mother, and please my self in the choice of this Stranger, if he be to be had.
LUCIA
I should as soon be enamour'd on the North Wind, a Tempest, or a Clap of Thunder. Bless me from such a
Blast.
ARIADNE
I'd have a Lover rough as Seas in Storms, upon occasion; I hate your dull temperate Lover, 'tis such a
husbandly quality, like Beaumond's Addresses to me, whom neither Joy nor Anger puts in motion; or if it do,
'tis visibly forc'd I'm glad I saw him entertain a Woman to day, not that I care, but wou'd be fairly rid of
him.
LUCIA
You'll hardly mend your self in this.
ARIADNE
What, because he held Discourse with a Curtezan?
LUCIA
Why, is there no danger in her Eyes, do ye think?
ARIADNE
None that I fear, that Stranger's not such a fool to give his Heart to a common Woman; and she that's
concern'd where her Lover bestows his Body, were I the Man, I should think she had a mind to't her self.
LUCIA
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And reason, Madam: in a lawful way 'tis your due.
ARIADNE
What all? unconscionable Lucia! I am more merciful; but be he what he will, I'll to this cunning Man, to
know whether ever any part of him shall be mine.
LUCIA
Lord, Madam, sure he's a Conjurer.
ARIADNE
Let him be the Devil, I'll try his Skill, and to that end will put on a Suit of my Cousin Endymion; there are
two or three very pretty ones of his in the Wardrobe, go carry 'em to my Chamber, and we'll fit our selves and
away Go haste whilst I undress.
[Ex. Lucia.]
[Ariadne undressing before the Glass.]
[Enter Beaumond tricking himself, and looks on himself.]
BEAUMOND
Now for my charming Beauty, fair La Nuche hah Ariadne damn the dull Property, how shall I free
my self?
[She turns, sees him, and walks from the Glass, he takes no notice of her, but tricks himself the Glass,
humming a Song.]
ARIADNE
Beaumond! What Devil brought him hither to prevent me? I hate the formal matrimonial Fop.
[He walks about and sings.]
Sommes nous pas trop heureux,
Belle Irise, que nous ensemble.
A Devil on him, he may chance to plague me till night, and hinder my dear Assignation.
[Sings again.]
La Nuit et le Sombre voiles
Coverie nos desires ardentes;
Et l' Amour et les Etoiles
Sont nos secrets confidents.
BEAUMOND
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Pox on't, how dull am I at an excuse?
[Sets his Wig in the Glass, and sings.]
A Pox of Love and Womankind,
And all the Fops adore 'em.
[Puts on his Hat, cocks it, and goes to her.]
How is't, Cuz?
ARIADNE
So, here's the saucy freedom of a Husband Lover a blest Invention this of marrying, whoe'er first found it
out.
BEAUMOND
Damn this English Dog of a Perriwigmaker, what an ungainly Air it gives the Face, and for a Wedding
Perriwig too how dost thou like it, Ariadne?
[Uneasy.]
ARIADNE
As ill as the Man I perceive you have taken more care for your Perriwig than your Bride.
BEAUMOND
And with reason, Ariadne, the Bride was never the care of the Lover, but the business of the Parents; 'tis a
serious Affair, and ought to be manag'd by the grave and wise: Thy Mother and my Uncle have agreed the
Matter, and would it not look very sillily in me now to whine a tedious Tale of Love in your Ear, when the
business is at an end? 'tis like saying a Grace when a Man should give Thanks.
ARIADNE
Why did you not begin sooner then?
BEAUMOND
Faith, Ariadne, because I know nothing of the Design in hand; had I had civil warning, thou shouldst have
had as pretty smart Speeches from me, as any Coxcomb Lover of 'em all could have made thee.
ARIADNE
I shall never marry like a Jew in my own Tribe; I'll rather be possest by honest old doating Age, than by
saucy conceited Youth, whose Inconstancy never leaves a Woman safe or quiet.
BEAUMOND
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You know the Proverb of the half Loaf, Ariadne; a Husband that will deal thee some Love is better than one
who can give thee none: you would have a blessed time on't with old Father Carlo.
ARIADNE
No matter, a Woman may with some lawful excuse cuckold him, and 'twould be scarce a Sin.
BEAUMOND
Not so much as lying with him, whose reverend Age wou'd make it look like Incest.
ARIADNE
But to marry thee would be a Tyranny from whence there's no Appeal: A drinking whoring Husband! 'tis
the Devil
BEAUMOND
You are deceiv'd, if you think Don Carlo more chaste than I; only duller, and more a Miser, one that fears his
Flesh more, and loves his Money better. Then to be condemn'd to lie with him oh, who would not
rejoice to meet a WoollenWaistcoat, and knit NightCap without a Lining, a Shirt so nasty, a cleanly Ghost
would not appear in't at the latter Day? then the compound of nasty Smells about him, stinking Breath,
Mustachoes stuft with villainous snush, Tobacco, and hollow Teeth: thus prepar'd for Delight, you meet in
Bed, where you may lie and sigh whole Nights away, he snores it out till Morning, and then rises to his sordid
business.
ARIADNE
All this frights me not: 'tis still much better than a keeping Husband, whom neither Beauty nor Honour in a
Wife can oblige.
BEAUMOND
Oh, you know not the goodnature of a Man of Wit, at least I shall bear a Conscience, and do thee reason,
which Heaven denies to old Carlo, were he willing.
ARIADNE
Oh, he talks as high, and thinks as well of himself as any young Coxcomb of ye all.
BEAUMOND
He has reason, for if his Faith were no better than his Works, he'd be damn'd.
ARIADNE
Death, who wou'd marry, who wou'd be chaffer'd thus, and sold to Slavery? I'd rather buy a Friend at any
Price that I could love and trust.
BEAUMOND
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Page No 113
Ay, could we but drive on such a Bargain.
ARIADNE
You should not be the Man; You have a Mistress, Sir, that has your Heart, and all your softer Hours: I know't,
and if I were so wretched as to marry thee, must see my Fortune lavisht out on her; her Coaches, Dress, and
Equipage exceed mine by far: Possess she all the day thy Hours of Mirth, good Humour and Expence, thy
Smiles, thy Kisses, and thy Charms of Wit. Oh how you talk and look when in her Presence! but when with
me, A Pox of Love and Womankind,
[Sings.]
And all the Fops adore 'em.
How it's, Cuz then slap, on goes the Beaver, which being cock'd, you bear up briskly, with the second Part
to the same Tune Harkye, Sir, let me advise you to pack up your Trumpery and be gone, your honourable
Love, your matrimonial Foppery, with your other Trinkets thereunto belonging; or I shall talk aloud, and let
your Uncle hear you.
BEAUMOND
Sure she cannot know I love La Nuche.
[Aside.]
The Devil take me, spoil'd! What Rascal has inveigled thee? What lying fawning coward has abus'd thee?
When fell you into this Leudness? Pox, thou art hardly worth the loving now, that canst be such a Fool, to
wish me chaste, or love me for that Virtue; or that wouldst have me a ceremonious help, one that makes
handsom Legs to Knights without laughing, or with a sneaking modest Squirish Countenance; assure you, I
have my Maidenhead. A Curse upon thee, the very thought of Wife has made thee formal.
ARIADNE
I must dissemble, or he'll stay all day to make his peace again why, have you ne'er a Mistress then?
BEAUMOND
A hundred, by this day, as many as I like, they are my Mirth, the business of my loose and wanton Hours; but
thou art my Devotion, the grave, the solemn Pleasure of my Soul Pox, would I were handsomly rid of thee
too.
[Aside.]
Come, I have business send me pleas'd away.
ARIADNE
Would to Heaven thou wert gone;
[Aside.]
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You're going to some Woman now.
BEAUMOND
Oh damn the Sex, I hate 'em all but thee farewell, my pretty jealous sullen Fool.
[Goes out.]
ARIADNE
Farewel, believing Coxcomb.
[Enter Lucia.]
LUCIA
Madam, the Clothes are ready in your Chamber.
ARIADNE
Let's haste and put 'em on then.
[Runs out.]
ACT III
SCENE 1
A House.
[Enter Fetherfool and Blunt, staring about, after them Shift.]
SHIFT
Well, Gentlemen, this is the Doctor's House, and your fifty Pistoles has made him intirely yours; the Ladies
too are here in safe Custody Come, draw Lots who shall have the Dwarf, and who the Giant.
[They draw.]
FETHERFOOL
I have the Giant.
BLUNT
And I the little tiny Gentlewoman.
SHIFT
Well, you shall first see the Ladies, and then prepare for your Uncle Moses, the old Jew Guardian, before
whom you must be very grave and sententious: You know the old Law was full of Ceremony.
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FETHERFOOL
Well, I long to see the Ladies, and to have the first Onset over.
SHIFT
I'll cause 'em to walk forth immediately.
[Goes out.]
FETHERFOOL
My Heart begins to fail me plaguily would I could see 'em a little at a Distance before they come slap
dash upon a Man.
[Peeping.]
Hah! Mercy upon us! What's yonder! Ah, Ned my Monster is as big as the Whore of Babylon
Oh I'm in a cold Sweat
[Blunt pulls him to peep, and both do so.]
Oh Lord! she's as tall as the St. Christopher in Notredame at Paris, and the little one looks like the Christo
upon his Shoulders I shall ne'er be able to stand the first Brunt.
BLUNT
'Dsheartlikins, whither art going?
[Pulls him back.]
FETHERFOOL
Why only to say my Prayers a little I'll be with thee presently.
[Offers to go, he pulls him.]
BLUNT
What a Pox, art thou afraid of a Woman
FETHERFOOL
Not of a Woman, Ned, but of a She Gargantua, I am of a Hercules in Petticoats.
BLUNT
The less Resemblance the better. 'Shartlikins, I'd rather mine were a Centaur than a Woman: No, since my
Naples Adventure, I am clearly for your Monster.
FETHERFOOL
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Page No 116
Prithee, Ned, there's Reason in all things
BLUNT
But villainous Woman 'Dshartlikins, stand your Ground, or I'll nail you to't: Why, what a Pox are you so
quezy stomach'd, a Monster won't down with you, with a hundred thousand Pound to boot.
[Pulling him.]
FETHERFOOL
Nay, Ned, that mollifies something; and I scorn it should be said of Nich. Fetherfool that he left his Friend in
danger, or did an ill thing: therefore, as thou say'st, Ned, tho she were a Centaur, I'll not budg an Inch.
BLUNT
Why God a Mercy.
[Enter the Giant and Dwarf, with them Shift as an Operator, and Harlequin attending.]
FETHERFOOL
Oh they come Prithee, Ned, advance
[Puts him forward.]
SHIFT
Most beautiful Ladies.
FETHERFOOL
Why, what a flattering Son of a Whore's this?
SHIFT
These are the illustrious Persons your Uncle designs your humble Servants, and who have so extraordinary a
Passion for your Seignioraships.
FETHERFOOL
Oh yes, a most damnable one: Wou'd I were cleanlily off the Lay, and had my Money again.
BLUNT
Think of a Million, Rogue, and do not hang an Arse thus.
GIANT
What, does the Cavalier think I'll devour him?
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[To Shift.]
FETHERFOOL
Something inclin'd to such a Fear.
BLUNT
Go and salute her, or, Adsheartlikins, I'll leave you to her Mercy.
FETHERFOOL
Oh, dear Ned, have pity on me but as for saluting her, you speak of more than may be done, dear Heart,
without a Scaling Ladder.
[Exit Shift.]
DWARF
Sure, Seignior Harlequin, these Gentlemen are dumb.
BLUNT
No, my little diminutive Mistress, my small Epitomy of Womankind, we can prattle when our Hands are in,
but we are raw and bashful, young Beginners; for this is the first time we ever were in love: we are something
aukard, or so, but we shall come on in time, and mend upon Incouragement.
FETHERFOOL
Pox on him, what a delicate Speech has he made now 'Gad, I'd give a thousand Pounds a Year for Ned's
concise Wit, but not a Groat for his Judgment in Womankind.
Enter Shift with a Ladder, sets it against the Giant, and bows to Fetherfool.
SHIFT
Here, Seignior, Don, approach, mount, and salute the Lady.
FETHERFOOL
Mount! why, 'twould turn my Brains to look down from her Shoulders But hang't, 'Gad, I will be brave
and venture.
[Runs up the Ladder, salutes her, and runs down again. And Egad this was an Adventure and a bold one
but since I am come off with a whole Skin, I am flesht for the next onset Madam has your Greatness
any mind to marry?]
[Goes to her, speaks, and runs back; Blunt claps him on the Back.]
GIANT
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What if have?
FETHERFOOL
Why then, Madam, without inchanted Sword or Buckler, I'm your Man.
GIANT
My Man? my Mouse. I'll marry none whose Person and Courage shall not bear some Proportion to mine.
FETHERFOOL
Your Mightiness I fear will die a Maid then.
GIANT
I doubt you'll scarce secure me from that Fear, who court my Fortune, not my Beauty.
FETHERFOOL
Hu, how scornful she is, I'll warrant you why I must confess, your Person is something heroical and
masculine, but I protest to your Highness, I love and honour ye.
DWARF
Prithee, Sister, be not so coy, I like my Lover well enough; and if Seignior Mountebank keep his Word in
making us of reasonable Proportions, I think the Gentlemen may serve for Husbands.
SHIFT
Dissemble, or you betray your Love for us.
[Aside to the Giant.]
GIANT
And if he do keep his Word, I should make a better Choice, not that I would change this noble Frame of
mine, cou'd I but meet my Match, and keep up the first Race of Man intire: But since this scanty World
affords none such, I to be happy, must be new created, and then shall expect a wiser Lover.
FETHERFOOL
Why, what a peevish Titt's this; nay? look ye, Madam, as for that matter, your Extraordinariness may do what
you please but 'tis not done like a Monster of Honour, when a Man has set his Heart upon you, to cast him
off Therefore I hope you'll pity a despairing Lover, and cast down an Eye of Consolation upon me; for I
vow, most Amazonian Princess, I love ye as if Heaven and Earth wou'd come together.
DWARF
My Sister will do much, I'm sure, to save the Man that loves her so passionately she has a Heart.
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FETHERFOOL
And a swinger 'tis 'Sbud she moves like the Royal Sovereign, and is as long a tacking about.
[Aside.]
GIANT
Then your Religion, Sir.
FETHERFOOL
Nay, as for that, Madam, we are English, a Nation I thank God, that stand as little upon Religion as any
Nation under the Sun, unless it be in Contradiction; and at this time have so many amongst us, a Man knows
not which to turn his Hand to neither will I stand with your Hugeness for a small matter of Faith or so
Religion shall break no squares.
DWARF
I hope, Sir, you are of your Friend's Opinion.
BLUNT
My little Spark of a Diamond, I am, I was born a Jew, with an Aversion to Swines Flesh.
DWARF
Well, Sir, I shall hasten Seignior Doctor to compleat my Beauty, by some small Addition, to appear the more
grateful to you.
BLUNT
Lady, do not trouble yourself with transitory Parts, 'Dshartlikins thou'rt as handsom as needs be for a Wife.
DWARF
A little taller, Seignior, wou'd not do amiss, my younger Sister has got so much the Start of me.
BLUNT
In troth she has, and now I think on't, a little taller wou'd do well for Propagation; I should be loth the
Posterity of the antient Family of the Blunts of Essex should dwindle into Pigmies or Fairies.
GIANT
Well, Seigniors, since you come with our Uncle's liking, we give ye leave to hope, hope and be happy
[They go out with Harlequin.]
FETHERFOOL
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Egad, and that's great and gracious
[Enter Willmore and an Operator.]
WILLMORE
Well, Gentlemen, and how like you the Ladies?
BLUNT
Faith, well enough for the first Course, Sir.
WILLMORE
The Uncle, by my indeavour, is intirely yours but whilst the Baths are preparing, 'twould be well if you
would think of what Age, Shape, and Complexion you would have your Ladies form'd in.
FETHERFOOL
Why, may we chuse, Mr. Doctor?
WILLMORE
What Beauties you please.
FETHERFOOL
Then will I have my Giant, Ned, just such another Gentlewoman as I saw at Church to day and about
some fifteen.
BLUNT
Hum, fifteen I begin to have a plaguy Itch about me too, towards a handsome Damsel of fifteen; but first
let's marry, lest they should be boiled away in these Baths of Reformation.
FETHERFOOL
But, Doctor, can you do all this without the help of the Devil?
WILLMORE
Hum, some small Hand he has in the Business? we make an Exchange with him, give him the clippings of the
Giant for so much of his Store as will serve to build the Dwarf.
BLUNT
Why, then mine will be more than three Parts Devil, Mr. Doctor.
WILLMORE
Not so, the Stock is only Devil, the Graft is your own little Wife inoculated.
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BLUNT
Well, let the Devil and you agree about this matter as soon as you please.
Enter Shift as an Operator.
SHIFT
Sir, there is without a Person of an extraordinary Size wou'd speak with you.
WILLMORE
Admit him.
[Enter Harlequin, ushers in Hunt as a Giant.]
FETHERFOOL
Hah some o'ergrown Rival, on my Life.
[Feth. gets from it.]
WILLMORE
What the Devil have we here?
[Aside.]
HUNT
Bezolos mano's, Seignior, I understand there is a Lady whose Beauty and Proportion can only merit me: I'll
say no more but shall be grateful to you for your Assistance.
FETHERFOOL
'Tis so.
HUNT
The Devil's in't if this does not fright 'em from a farther Courtship.
[Aside.]
WILLMORE
Fear nothing, Seignior Seignior, you may try your Chance, and visit the Ladies.
[Talks to Hunt.]
FETHERFOOL
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Page No 122
Why, where the Devil could this Monster conceal himself all this while, that we should neither see nor hear
of him?
BLUNT
Oh he lay disguis'd; I have heard of an Army that has done so.
FETHERFOOL
Pox, no single House cou'd hold him.
BLUNT
No he dispos'd himself in several parcels up and down the Town, here a Leg, and there an Arm; and
hearing of this proper Match for him, put himself together to court his fellow Monster.
FETHERFOOL
Good Lord! I wonder what Religion he's of.
BLUNT
Some heathen Papist, by his notable Plots and Contrivances.
WILLMORE
'Tis Hunt, that Rogue
[Aside.]
Sir, I confess there is great Power in Sympathy Conduct him to the Ladies
[He tries to go in at the Door.]
I am sorry you cannot enter at that low Door, Seignior, I'll have it broken down
HUNT
No, Seignior, I can go in at twice.
FETHERFOOL
How, at twice! what a Pox can he mean?
WILLMORE
Oh, Sir, 'tis a frequent thing by way of Inchantment
[Hunt being all Doublet, leaps off from another Man who is all Breeches, and goes out; Breeches follows
stalking.]
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FETHERFOOL
Oh Pox, Mr. Doctor, this must be the Devil.
WILLMORE
Oh fie, Sir, the Devil! no 'tis all done inchanted Girdle These damn'd Rascals will spoil all by too gross an
Imposition on the Fools.
[Aside.]
FETHERFOOL
This is the Devil, Ned, that's certain But hark ye, Mr. Doctor, I hope I shall not have my Mistress
inchanted from me by this inchanted Rival, hah?
WILLMORE
Oh, no, Sir, the Inquisition will never let 'em marry, for fear of a Race of Giants, 'twill be worse than the
Invasion of the Moors, or the French: but go think of your Mistresses Names and Ages, here's Company,
and you would not be seen.
[Ex. Blunt and Feth.]
[Enter La Nuche and Aurelia; Will. bows to her.]
LA NUCHE
Sir, the Fame of your excellent Knowledge, and what you said to me this day; has given me a Curiosity to
learn my Fate, at least that Fate you threatened.
WILLMORE
Madam, from the Oracle in the Box you may be resolved any Question
[Leads her to the Table, where stands a Box full of Balls; he stares on her.]
How lovely every absent minute makes her Madam, be pleas'd to draw from out this Box what Ball
you will.
[She draws, he takes it, and gazes on her and on it.]
Madam, upon this little Globe is character'd your Fate and Fortune; the History of your Life to come and past
first, Madam you're a Whore.
LA NUCHE
A very plain beginning.
WILLMORE
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My Art speaks simple Truth; the Moon is your Ascendent, that covetous Planet that borrows all her Light,
and is in opposition still to Venus; and Interest more prevails with you than Love: yet here I find a cross
intruding Line that does inform me you have an Itch that way, but Interest still opposes: you are a
slavish mercenary Prostitute.
LA NUCHE
Your Art is so, tho call'd divine, and all the Universe is sway'd by Interest: and would you wish this Beauty
which adorns me, should be dispos'd about for Charity? Proceed and speak more Reason.
WILLMORE
But Venus here gets the Ascent again, and spite of Interest, spite of all Aversion, will make you doat upon
a Man
[Still looking on, and turning the Ball.]
Wild, fickle, restless, faithless as the Winds! a Man of Arms he is and by this Line a Captain
[Looking on her.]
for Mars and Venus were in conjunction at his Birth and Love and War's his business.
LA NUCHE
There thou hast toucht my Heart, and spoke so true, that all thou say'st I shall receive as Oracle. Well, grant I
love, that shall not make me yield.
WILLMORE
I must confess you're ruin'd if you yield, and yet not all your Pride, not all your Vows, your Wit, your
Resolution, or your Cunning, can hinder him from conquering absolutely: your Stars are fixt, and Fate
irrevocable.
LA NUCHE
No, I will controul my Stars and Inclinations; and tho I love him more than Power or Interest, I will be
Mistress of my fixt Resolves One Question more Does this same Captain, this wild happy Man love
me?
WILLMORE
I do not find it here only a possibility incourag'd by your Love Oh that you cou'd resist but
you are destin'd his, and to be ruin'd.
[Sighs, and looks on her, she grows in a Rage.]
LA NUCHE
Why do you tell me this? I am betray'd, and every caution blows my kindling Flame hold tell me no
more I might have guess'd my Fate, from my own Soul have guest it but yet I will be brave, I will
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resist in spite of Inclinations, Stars, or Devils.
WILLMORE
Strive not, fair Creature, with the Net that holds you, you'll but intangle more. Alas! you must submit and be
undone.
LA NUCHE
Damn your false Art had he but lov'd me too, it had excus'd the Malice of my Stars.
WILLMORE
Indeed, his Love is doubtful; for here I trace him in a new pursuit which if you can this Night prevent,
perhaps you fix him.
LA NUCHE
Hah, pursuing a new Mistress! there thou hast met the little Resolution I had left, and dasht it into nothing
but I have vow'd Allegiance to my Interest Curse on my Stars, they cou'd not give me Love where that
might be advanc'd I'll hear no more.
[Gives him Money. Enter Shift.]
[Enter Shift.]
SHIFT
Sir, there are several Strangers arriv'd, who talk of the old Oracle. How will you receive 'em?
WILLMORE
I've business now, and must be excus'd a while. Thus far I'm well; but I may tell my Tale so often o'er,
till, like the Trick of Love, I spoil the pleasure by the repetition. Now I'll uncase, and see what Effects my
Art has wrought on La Nuche, for she's the promis'd Good, the Philosophick Treasure that terminates my Toil
and Industry. Wait you here.
[Ex. Will.]
[Enter Ariadne in Mens Clothes, with Lucia so drest, and other Strangers.]
ARIADNE
How now, Seignior Operator, where's this renowned Man of Arts and Sciences, this Don of Wonders?
hah! may a Man have a Pistole's Worth or two of his Tricks? will he shew, Seignor?
SHIFT
Whatever you dare see, Sir.
ARIADNE
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And I dare see the greatest Bugbear he can conjure up, my Mistress's Face in a Glass excepted.
SHIFT
That he can shew, Sir, but is now busied in weighty Affairs with a Grandee.
ARIADNE
Pox, must we wait the Leisure of formal Grandees and Statesmen ha, who's this? the lovely
Conqueress of my Heart, La Nuche.
[Goes to her, she is talking with Aurel.]
LA NUCHE
What foolish thing art thou?
ARIADNE
Nay, do not frown, nor fly; for if you do, I must arrest you, fair one.
LA NUCHE
At whose Suit, pray?
ARIADNE
At Love's you have stol'n a Heart of mine, and us'd it scurvily.
LA NUCHE
By what marks do you know the Toy, that I may be no longer troubled with it?
ARIADNE
By a fresh Wound, which toucht by her that gave it bleeds anew, a Heart all over kind and amorous.
LA NUCHE
When was this pretty Robbery committed?
ARIADNE
To day, most sacrilegiously, at Church, where you debauch'd my Zeal; and when I wou'd have pray'd, your
Eyes had put the Change upon my Tongue, and made it utter Railings: Heav'n forgive ye!
LA NUCHE
You are the gayest thing without a Heart, I ever saw.
ARIADNE
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I scorn to flinch for a bare Wound or two; nor is he routed that has lost the day, he may again rally, renew the
Fight, and vanquish.
LA NUCHE
You have a good opinion of that Beauty, which I find not so forcible, nor that fond Prattle uttered with such
Confidence.
ARIADNE
But I have Quality and Fortune too.
LA NUCHE
So had you need. I should have guest the first by your pertness; for your saucy thing of Quality acts the Man
as impudently at fourteen, as another at thirty: nor is there any thing so hateful as to hear it talk of Love,
Women and Drinking; nay, to see it marry too at that Age, and get itself a Play fellow in its Son and Heir.
ARIADNE
This Satyr on my Youth shall never put me out of countenance, or make me think you wish me one day older;
and egad, I'll warrant them that tries me, shall find me ne'er an hour too young.
LA NUCHE
You mistake my Humour, I hate the Person of a fair conceited Boy.
Enter Willmore drest, singing.
WILLMORE
Vole, vole dans cette Cage, Petite Oyseau dans cet bocage. How now, Fool, where's the Doctor?
SHIFT
A little busy, Sir.
WILLMORE
Call him, I am in haste, and come to cheapen the Price of Monster.
SHIFT
As how, Sir?
WILLMORE
In an honourable way, I will lawfully marry one of 'em, and have pitcht upon the Giant; I'll bid as fair as any
Man.
SHIFT
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No doubt but you will speed, Sir: please you, Sir, to walk in.
WILLMORE
I'll follow Vole, vole dans cette Cage, LUCIA
Why, 'tis the Captain, Madam
[Aside to Aria.]
LA NUCHE
Hah marry harkye, Sir, a word, pray.
[As he is going out she pulls him.]
WILLMORE
Your Servant, Madam, your Servant Vole, vole, [Puts his Hat off carelesly, and walks by, going out.]
LUCIA
And to be marry'd, mark that.
ARIADNE
Then there's one doubt over, I'm glad he is not married.
LA NUCHE
Come back Death, I shall burst with Anger this Coldness blows my Flame, which if once visible,
makes him a Tyrant
WILLMORE
Fool, what's a Clock, fool? this noise hinders me from hearing it strike.
[Shakes his Pockets, and walks up and down.]
LA NUCHE
A blessed sound, if no Hue and Cry pursue it. what you are resolv'd then upon this notable Exploit?
WILLMORE
What Exploit, good Madam?
LA NUCHE
Why, marrying of a Monster, and an ugly Monster.
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WILLMORE
Yes faith, Child, here stands the bold Knight, that singly, and unarm'd, designs to enter the List with
Thogogandiga the Giant; a good Sword will defend a worse cause than an ugly Wife. I know no danger worse
than fighting for my Living, and I have don't this dozen years for Bread.
LA NUCHE
This is the common trick of all Rogues, when they have done an ill thing to face it out.
WILLMORE
An ill thing your Pardon, Sweetheart, compare it but to Banishment, a frozen Sentry with brown George
and Spanish Pay; and if it be not better to be Master of a Monster, than Slave to a damn'd Commonwealth
I submit and since my Fortune has thrown this good in my way
LA NUCHE
You'll not be so ungrateful to refuse it; besides then you may hope to sleep again, without dreaming of
Famine, or the Sword, two Plagues a Soldier of Fortune is subject to.
WILLMORE
Besides Cashiering, a third Plague.
LA NUCHE
Still unconcern'd! you call me mercenary, but I would starve e'er suffer my self to be possest by a thing of
Horror.
WILLMORE
You lye, you would by any thing of Horror: yet these things of Horror have Beauties too, Beauties thou canst
not boast of, Beauties that will not fade; Diamonds to supply the lustre of their Eyes, and Gold the brightness
of their Hair, a wellgot Million to atone for Shape, and Orient Pearls, more white, more plump and smooth,
than that fair Body Men so languish for, and thou hast set such Price on.
ARIADNE
I like not this so well, 'tis a trick to make her jealous.
WILLMORE
Their Hands too have their Beauties, whose very mark finds credit and respect, their Bills are current o'er the
Universe; besides these, you shall see waiting at my Door, four Footmen, a Velvet Coach, with Six Flanders
Beauties more: And are not these most comely Virtues in a Soldier's Wife, in this most wicked peaceable
Age?
LUCIA
He's poor too, there's another comfort.
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[Aside.]
ARIADNE
The most incouraging one I have met with yet.
WILLMORE
Pox on't, I grow weary of this virtuous Poverty. There goes a gallant Fellow, says one, but gives him not an
Onion; the Women too, faith, 'tis a handsom Gentleman, but the Devil a Kiss he gets gratis.
ARIADNE
Oh, how I long to undeceive him of that Error.
LA NUCHE
He speaks not of me; sure he knows me not.
[Aside.]
WILLMORE
No, Child, Money speaks sense in a Language all Nations understand, 'tis Beauty, Wit, Courage, Honour, and
undisputable Reason see the virtue of a Wager, that new philosophical way lately found out of deciding
all hard Questions Socrates, without ready Money to lay down, must yield.
ARIADNE
Well, I must have this gallant Fellow.
[Aside.]
La. Nu. Sure he has forgot this trival thing.
WILLMORE
Even thou who seest me dying unregarded, wou'd then be fond and kind, and flatter me.
[Soft tone.]
By Heaven, I'll hate thee then; nay, I will marry to be rich to hate thee: the worst of that, is but to suffer nine
Days Wonderment. Is not that better than an Age of Scorn from a proud faithless Beauty? Lu. Nu. Oh, there's
Resentment left why, yes faith, such a Wedding would give the Town diversion: we should have a
lamentable Ditty made on it, it, entitled, The Captain's Wedding, with the doleful Relation of his being
overlaid by an o'ergrown Monster.
WILLMORE
I'll warrant ye I escape that as sure as cuckolding; for I would fain see that hardy Wight that dares attempt my
Lady Bright, either by Force or Flattery.
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LA NUCHE
So, then you intend to bed her?
WILLMORE
Yes faith, and beget a Race of Heroes, the Mother's Form with all the Father's Qualities.
LA NUCHE
Faith, such a Brood may prove a pretty Livelihood for a poor decay'd Officer; you may chance to get a Patent
to shew 'em in England, that Nation of Change and Novelty.
WILLMORE
A provision old Carlo cannot make for you against the abandon'd day.
LA NUCHE
He can supply the want of Issue a better way; and tho he be not so fine a fellow as your self, he's a better
Friend, he can keep a Mistress: give me a Man can feed and clothe me, as well as hug and all to bekiss me,
and tho his Sword be not so good as yours, his Bond's worth a thousand Captains. This will not do, I'll try
what Jealousy will do.
[Aside.]
Your Servant, Captain your Hand, Sir.
[Takes Ariadne by the Hand.]
WILLMORE
Hah, what new Coxcomb's that hold, Sir
[Takes her from him.]
ARIADNE
What would you, Sir, ought with this Lady?
WILLMORE
Yes, that which thy Youth will only let thee guess at this Child, is Man's Meat; there are other Toys for
Children.
[Offers to lead her off.]
LA NUCHE
Oh insolent! and whither would'st thou lead me?
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WILLMORE
Only out of harm's way, Child, here are pretty near Conveniences within: the Doctor will be civil 'tis part
of his Calling Your Servant, Sir
[Going off with her.]
ARIADNE
I must huff now, tho I may chance to be beaten come back or I have something here that will oblige ye
to't.
[Laying his hand on his Sword.]
WILLMORE
Yes faith, thou'rt a pretty Youth; but at this time I've more occasion for a thing in Petticoats go home, and
do not walk the Streets so much; that tempting Face of thine will debauch the grave men of business, and
make the Magistrates lust after Wickedness.
ARIADNE
You are a scurvy Fellow, Sir.
[Going to draw.]
WILLMORE
Keep in your Sword, for fear it cut your Fingers, Child.
ARIADNE
So 'twill your Throat, Sir here's Company coming that will part us, and I'll venture to draw.
[Draws, Will. draws.]
[Enter Beaumond.]
BEAUMOND
Hold, hold hah, Willmore! thou Man of constant mischief, what's the matter?
LA NUCHE
Beaumond! undone!
ARIADNE
Beaumond!
WILLMORE
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Why, here's a young Spark will take my Lady Bright from me; the unmanner'd Hotspur would not have
patience till I had finish'd my small Affair with her.
[Puts up his Sword.]
ARIADNE
Death, he'll know me Sir, you see we are prevented.
[Draws him aside.]
or
[Seems to talk to him, Beau. gazes on La Nuche, who has pull'd down her Veil.]
BEAUMOND
'Tis she! Madam, this Veil's too thin to hide the perjur'd Beauty underneath. Oh, have I been searching thee,
with all the diligence of impatient Love, and am I thus rewarded, to find thee here incompass'd round with
Strangers, fighting, who first should take my right away? Gods! take your Reason back, take all your
Love; for easy Man's unworthy of the Blessings.
WILLMORE
Harkye, Harry the Woman the almighty Whore thou told'st me of to day.
BEAUMOND
Death, do'st thou mock my Grief unhand me strait, for tho I cannot blame thee, I must hate thee.
[Goes out.]
WILLMORE
What the Devil ails he?
ARIADNE
You will be sure to come.
WILLMORE
At night in the Piazza; I have an Assignation with a Woman, that once dispatch'd, I will not fail ye, Sir.
LUCIA
And will you leave him with her?
ARIADNE
Oh, yes, he'll be ne'er the worse for my use when he has done with her.
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[Ex. Luc. and Aria. Will. looks with scorn on La Nuche.]
WILLMORE
Now you may go o'ertake him, lie with him and ruin him: the Fool was made for such a Destiny if he
escapes my Sword.
[He offers to go.]
LA NUCHE
I must prevent his visit to this Woman but dare not tell him so.
[Aside. I would not have ye meet this angry Youth.]
WILLMORE
Oh, you would preserve him for a farther use.
LA NUCHE
Stay you must not fight by Heaven, I cannot see that Bosom wounded.
[Turns and weeps.]
WILLMORE
Hah! weep'st thou? curse me when I refuse a faith to that obliging Language of thy Eyes Oh give me one
proof more, and after that, thou conquerest all my Soul; Thy Eyes speak Love come, let us in, my Dear,
e'er the bright Fire allays that warms my Heart.
[Goes to lead her out.]
LA NUCHE
Your Love grows rude, and saucily demands it.
[Flings away.]
WILLMORE
Love knows no Ceremony, no respect when once approacht so near the happy minute.
LA NUCHE
What desperate easiness have you seen in me, or what mistaken merit in your self, should make you so
ridiculously vain, to think I'd give my self to such a Wretch, one fal'n even to the last degree of Poverty,
whilst all the World is prostrate at my Feet, whence I might chuse the Brave, the Great, the Rich?
[He stands spitefully gazing at her.]
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Still as he fires, I find my Pride augment, and when he cools I burn.
[Aside.]
WILLMORE
Death, thou'rt a vain, conceited, taudry Jilt, who wou'st draw me in as Rooks their Cullies do, to make me
venture all my stock of Love, and then you turn me out despis'd and poor
[Offers to go.]
LA NUCHE
You think you're gone now
WILLMORE
Not all thy Arts nor Charms shall hold me longer.
LA NUCHE
I must submit and can you part thus from me?
[Pulls him.]
WILLMORE
I can nay, by Heaven, I will not turn, nor look at thee. No, when I do, or trust that faithless Tongue again
may I be
LA NUCHE
Oh do not swear
WILLMORE
Ever curst
[Breaks from her, she holds him.]
LA NUCHE
You shall not go Plague of this needles Pride.
[Aside.]
stay and I'll follow all the dictates of my Love.
WILLMORE
Oh never hope to flatter me to faith again.
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[His back to her, she holding him.]
LA NUCHE
I must, I will; what wou'd you have me do?
WILLMORE
[turning softly to her.] Never deceive me more, it may be fatal to wind me up to an impatient height, then
dash my eager Hopes.
[Sighing.]
Forgive my roughness and be kind, La Nuche, I know thou wo't
LA NUCHE
Will you then be ever kind and true?
WILLMORE
Ask thy own Charms, and to confirm thee more, yield and disarm me quite.
LA NUCHE
Will you not marry then? for tho you never can be mine that way, I cannot think that you should be another's.
WILLMORE
No more delays, by Heaven, 'twas but a trick.
LA NUCHE
And will you never see that Woman neither, whom you're this Night to visit?
WILLMORE
Damn all the rest of thy weak Sex, when thou look'st thus, and art so soft and charming.
[Offers to lead her out.]
LA NUCHE
Sancho my Coach.
[Turns in scorn.]
WILLMORE
Take heed, what mean ye?
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LA NUCHE
Not to be pointed at by all the envying Women of the Town, who'l laugh and cry, Is this the highpriz'd
Lady, now fall'n so low, to doat upon a Captain? a poor disbanded Captain? defend me from that Infamy.
WILLMORE
Now all the Plagues but yet I will not curse thee, 'tis lost on thee, for thou art destin'd damn'd.
[Going out.]
LA NUCHE
Whither so fast?
WILLMORE
Why, I am so indifferent grown, that I can tell thee now to a Woman, young, fair and honest; she'll be
kind and thankful farewel, Jilt now should'st thou die for one sight more of me, thou should'st not ha't;
nay, should'st thou sacrifice all thou hast couzen'd other Coxcombs of, to buy one single visit, I am so proud,
by Heaven, thou shouldst not have it To grieve thee more, see here, insatiate Woman [Shews her a Purse
or hands full of Gold] the Charm that makes me lovely in thine Eyes: it had all been thine hadst thou not
basely bargain'd with me, now 'tis the Prize of some wellmeaning Whore, whose Modesty will trust my
Generosity.
[Goes out.]
LA NUCHE
Now I cou'd rave, t'have lost an opportunity which industry nor chance can give again when on the
yielding point, a cursed fit of Pride comes cross my Soul, and stops the kind Career I'll follow him, yes I'll
follow him, even to the Arms of her to whom he's gone.
AURELIA
Madam, tis dark, and we may meet with Insolence.
LA NUCHE
No matter: Sancho, let the Coach go home, and do you follow me
Women may boast their Honour and their Pride,
But Love soon lays those feebler Powr's aside.
[Exeunt.]
ACT IV
SCENE 1
The Street, or Backside of the Piazza dark.
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[Enter Willmore alone.]
WILLMORE
A Pox upon this Woman that has jilted me, and I for being a fond believing Puppy to be in earnest with so
great a Devil. Where be these Coxcombs too? this Blunt and Fetherfool? when a Man needs 'em not, they are
plaguing him with their unseasonable Jests could I but light on them, I would be very drunk to night
but first I'll try my Fortune with this Woman let me see hereabouts is the Door.
[Gropes about for the Door.]
[Enter Beaumond, follow'd by La Nuche, and Sancho.]
LA NUCHE
'Tis he, I know it by his often and uneasy pauses
BEAUMOND
And shall I home and sleep upon my injury, whilst this more happy Rover takes my right away? no, damn
me then for a cold senseless Coward.
[Pauses and pulls out a Key.]
WILLMORE
This Damsel, by the part o'th' Town she lives in, shou'd be of Quality, and therefore can have no dishonest
design on me, it must be right down substantial Love, that's certain.
BEAUMOND
Yet I'll in and arm my self for the Encounter, for 'twill be rough between us, tho we're Friends.
[Groping about, finds the Door.]
WILLMORE
Oh, 'tis this I'm sure, because the Door is open.
BEAUMOND
Hah who's there?
[Beau. advances to unlock the Door, runs against Will. draws.]
WILLMORE
That Voice is of Authority, some Husband, Lover, or a Brother, on my Life this is a Nation of a word and
a blow, therefore I'll betake me to Toledo
[Draws.]
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[Willmore in drawing hits his Sword against that of Beaumond, who turns and fights, La Nuche runs into the
Garden frighted.]
BEAUMOND
Hah, are you there? SANCHO
I'll draw in defence of the Captain
[Sancho fights for Beau. and beats out Will.]
WILLMORE
Hah, two to one?
[Turns and goes in.]
BEAUMOND
The Garden Door clapt to; sure he's got in; nay, then I have him sure.
[The Scene changes to a Garden, La Nuche in it; to her Beau. who takes hold of her sleeve.]
LA NUCHE
Heavens, where am I?
BEAUMOND
Hah a Woman! and by these Jewels should be Ariadne.
[feels.]
'Tis so! Death, are all Women false?
[She struggles to get away, he holds her.]
Oh, tis in vain thou fly'st, thy Infamy will stay behind thee still.
LA NUCHE
Hah, 'tis Beaumond's Voice! Now for an Art to turn the trick upon him; I must not lose his Friendship.
[Aside.]
[Enter Willmore softly, peeping behind.]
WILLMORE
What a Devil have we here, more Mischief yet; hah my Woman with a Man I shall spoil all I
ever had an excellent knack of doing so.
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BEAUMOND
Oh Modesty, where art thou? Is this the effect of all your put on Jealousy, that Mask to hide your own new
falshood in? New! by Heaven, I believe thou'rt old in cunning, that couldst contrive, so near thy
Weddingnight, this, to deprive me of the Rites of Love.
LA NUCHE
Hah, what says he?
[Aside.]
WILLMORE
How, a Maid, and young, and to be marry'd too! a rare Wench this to contrive Matters so conveniently: Oh,
for some Mischief now to send him neatly off.
[Aside.]
BEAUMOND
Now you are silent; but you could talk to day loudly of Virtue, and upbraid my Vice: oh how you hated a
young keeping Husband, whom neither Beauty nor Honour in a Wife cou'd oblige to reason oh, damn
your Honour, 'tis that's the sly pretence of all your domineering insolent Wives Death what thou see in
me, should make thee think that I would be a tame contented Cuckold?
[Going, she holds him.]
LA NUCHE
I must not lose this lavish loving Fool
[Aside.]
WILLMORE
So, I hope he will be civil and withdraw, and leave me in possession
BEAUMOND
No, tho my Fortune should depend on thee; nay, all my hope of future happiness by Heaven, I scorn to
marry thee, unless thou couldst convince me thou wer't honest a Whore! Death, how it cools my Blood
WILLMORE
And fires mine extremely
LA NUCHE
Nay, then I am provok'd tho I spoil all
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[Aside.]
And is a Whore a thing so much despis'd? Turn back, thou false forsworn turn back, and blush at thy
mistaken folly.
[He stands amaz'd.]
BEAUMOND
La Nuche! [Enter Aria. peeping, advancing cautiously undrest, Luc. following.]
ARIADNE
Oh, he is here Lucia, attend me in the Orangegrove
[Ex. Lucia.]
Hah, a Woman with him!
WILLMORE
Hum what have we here? another Damsel? she's gay too, and seems young and handsom sure one
of these will fall to my share; no matter which, so I am sure of one.
LA NUCHE
Who's silent now? are you struck dumb with Guilt? thou shame to noble Love; thou scandal to all brave
Debauchery, thou Fop of Fortune; thou slavish Heir to Estate and Wife, born rich and damn'd to Matrimony.
WILLMORE
Egad, a noble Wench I am divided yet.
LA NUCHE
Thou formal Ass disguis'd in generous Leudness, see when the Vizor's off, how sneakingly that empty
form appears Nay 'tis thy own Make much on't, marry with it, and be damn'd.
[Offers to go.]
WILLMORE
I hope she'll beat him for suspecting her.
[He holds her, she turns.]
ARIADNE
Hah who the Devil can these be?
LA NUCHE
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What silly honest Fool did you mistake me for? what senseless modest thing? Death, am I grown so
despicable? have I deserv'd no better from thy Love than to be taken for a virtuous Changeling?
WILLMORE
Egad, 'twas an Affront.
[Aside.]
LA NUCHE
I'm glad I've found thee out to be an errant Coxcomb, one that esteems a Woman for being chaste forsooth!
'Sheart, I shall have thee call me pious shortly, a most religious Matron!
WILLMORE
Egad, she has reason
[Aside.]
BEAUMOND
Forgive me for I took ye for another.
[Sighing.]
LA NUCHE
Oh did you so? it seems you keep fine Company the while Death, that I should e'er be seen with such a
vile Dissembler, with one so vain, so dull and so impertinent, as can be entertain'd by honest Women!
WILLMORE
A Heavenly Soul, and to my Wish, were I but sure of her.
BEAUMOND
Oh you do wondrous well t'accuse me first! yes, I am a Coxcomb a confounded one, to doat upon so false
a Prostitute; nay to love seriously, and tell it too: yet such an amorous Coxcomb I was born, to hate the
Enjoyment of the loveliest Woman, without I have the Heart: the fond soft Prattle, and the lolling Dalliance,
the Frowns, the little Quarrels, and the kind Degrees of making Peace again, are Joys which I prefer to all the
sensual, whilst I endeavour to forget the Whore, and pay my Vows to Wit, to Youth and Beauty.
ARIADNE
Now hang me, if it be not Beaumond.
BEAUMOND
Would any Devil less than common Woman have serv'd me as thou didst? say, was not this my Night? my
paid for Night? my own by right of Bargain, and by Love? and hast not thou deceiv'd me for a Stranger?
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WILLMORE
So make me thankful, then she will be kind.
[Hugs himself.]
BEAUMOND
Was this done like a Whore of Honour think ye? and would not such an Injury make me forswear all Joys
of Womankind, and marry in mere spite?
LA NUCHE
Why where had been the Crime had I been kind?
BEAUMOND
Thou dost confess it then.
LA NUCHE
Why not?
BEAUMOND
Those Bills of Love the oftner paid and drawn, make Women better Merchants than Lovers.
LA NUCHE
And 'tis the better Trade.
WILLMORE
Oh Pox, there she dasht all again. I find they calm upon't, and will agree, therefore I'll bear up to this small
Frigate and lay her aboard.
[Goes to Ariadne.]
LA NUCHE
However I'm glad the Vizor's off; you might have fool'd me on, and sworn I was the only Conqueror of your
Heart, had not Goodnature made me follow you, to undeceive your false Suspicions of me: How have you
sworn never to marry? how rail'd at Wives, and satir'd Fools oblig'd to Wedlock? And now at last, to thy
eternal Shame, thou hast betray'd thy self to be a most pernicious honourable Lover, a perjur'd honest
nay, a very Husband.
[Turns away, he holds her.]
ARIADNE
Hah, sure 'tis the Captain.
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WILLMORE
Prithee, Child, let's leave 'em to themselves, they'l agree matters I'll warrant them when they are alone; and let
us try how Love and Goodnature will provide for us.
ARIADNE
Sure he cannot know me? Us! pray who are you, and who am I?
WILLMORE
Why look ye, Child, I am a very honest civil Fellow, for my part, and thou'rt a Woman for thine; and I desire
to know no more at present.
ARIADNE
'Tis he, and knows not me to be the same he appointed to day Sir, pursue that Path on your right Hand,
that Grove of Orange Trees, and I'll follow you immediately.
WILLMORE
Kind and civil prithee make haste, dear Child.
[Exit. Will.]
BEAUMOND
And did you come to call me back again?
[Lovingly.]
LA NUCHE
No matter, you are to be marry'd, Sir
BEAUMOND
No more, 'tis true, to please my Uncle, I have talk'd of some such thing; but I'll pursue it no farther, so thou
wilt yet be mine, and mine intirely I hate this Ariadne for a Wife by Heaven I do.
ARIADNE
A very plain Confession.
[Claps him on the back.]
BEAUMOND
Ariadne!
LA NUCHE
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I'm glad of this, now I shall be rid of him.
[Aside.]
How is't, Sir? I see you struggle hard 'twixt Love and Honour, and I'll resign my Place
[Offers to go, Ariadne pulls her back.]
ARIADNE
Hold, if she take him not away, I shall disappoint my Man faith, I'll not be outdone in Generosity.
[Gives him to La Nuche.]
Here Love deserves him best and I resign him Pox on't I'm honest, tho that's no fault of mine; 'twas
Fortune who has made a worse Exchange, and you and I should suit most damnably together.
[To Beau.]
BEAUMOND
I am sure there's something in the Wind, she being in the Garden, and the Door left open.
[Aside.]
Yes, I believe you are willing enough to part with me, when you expect another you like better.
ARIADNE
I'm glad I was beforehand with you then.
BEAUMOND
Very good, and the Door was left open to give admittance to a Lover.
ARIADNE
'Tis visible it was to let one in to you, false as you are.
LA NUCHE
Faith, Madam, you mistake my Constitution, my Beauty and my Business is only to be belov'd not to love; I
leave that Slavery for you Women of Quality, who must invite, or die without the Blessing; for likely the
Fool you make choice of wants Wit or Confidence to ask first; you are fain to whistle before the Dogs will
fetch and carry, and then too they approach by stealth: and having done the Drudgery, the submissive Curs
are turn'd out for fear of dirtying your Apartment, or that the Mungrils should scandalize ye; whilst all my
Lovers of the noble kind throng to adore and fill my Presence daily, gay as if each were triumphing for
Victory.
ARIADNE
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Ay this is something; what a poor sneaking thing an honest Woman is!
LA NUCHE
And if we chance to love still, there's a difference, your Hours of Love are like the Deeds of Darkness, and
mine like cheerful Birds in open Day.
ARIADNE
You may, you have no Honour to lose.
LA NUCHE
Or if I had, why should I double the Sin by Hypocrisy?
[Lucia squeaks within, crying, help, help.]
ARIADNE
Heavens, that's Lucia's Voice.
BEAUMOND
Hah, more caterwauling?
[Enter Lucia in haste.]
LUCIA
Oh, Madam, we're undone; and, Sir, for Heaven's sake do you retire.
BEAUMOND
What's the matter?
LUCIA
Oh you have brought the most villainous mad Friend with you he found me sitting on a Bank and did
so ruffle me.
ARIADNE
Death, she takes Beaumond for the Stranger, and will ruin me.
LUCIA
Nay, made love so loud, that my Lord your Fatherinlaw, who was in his Cabinet, heard us from the
OrangeGrove, and has sent to search the Garden and should he find a Stranger with you do but you
retire, Sir, and all's well yet.
[To Beaumond.]
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ARIADNE
The Devil's in her Tongue.
[Aside.]
LUCIA
For if Mr. Beaumond be in the House, we shall have the Devil to do with his Jealousy.
ARIADNE
So, there 'tis out.
BEAUMOND
She takes me for another I am jilted every where what Friend? I brought none with me. Madam,
do you retire
[To La Nuche.]
LA NUCHE
Glad of my Freedom too
[Goes out.]
[A clashing of Swords within. Enter Willm. fighting, prest back by three or four Men, and Abevile, Aria. and
Luc. run out.]
BEAUMOND
Hah, set on by odds; hold, tho thou be'st my Rival, I will free thee, on condition thou wilt meet me to morrow
morning in the Piazza by day break.
[Puts himself between their Swords, and speaks to Will. aside.]
WILLMORE
By Heaven I'll do it.
BEAUMOND
Retire in safety then, you have your pass.
ABEVILE
Fall on, fall on, the number is increas'd.
[Fall on Beau.]
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BEAUMOND
Rascals, do you not know me? [Falls in with 'em and heats them back, and goes out with them.]
WILLMORE
Nay, and you be so well acquainted, I'll leave you unfortunate still I am; my own well meaning, but ill
Management, is my eternal Foe: Plague on 'em, they have wounded me yet not one drop of Blood's
departed from me that warm'd my Heart for Woman, and I'm not willing to quit this Fairyground till some
kind Devil have been civil to me.
[Enter Ariadne and Lucia.]
ARIADNE
I say, 'tis he: thou'st made so many dull Mistakes to Night, thou darest not trust thy Senses when they're true
How do you, Sir?
WILLMORE
That Voice has Comfort in't, for 'tis a Woman's: hah, more Interruption?
ARIADNE
A little this way, Sir.
[Ex. Aria. and Will. into the Garden.]
[Enter Beaumond, Abevile in a submissive Posture.]
BEAUMOND
No more excuses By all these Circumstances, I know this Ariadne is a Gipsy. What difference then
between a moneytaking Mistress and her that gives her Love? only perhaps this sins the closer by't, and
talks of Honour more: What Fool wou'd be a Slave to empty Name, or value Woman for dissembling well?
I'll to La Nuche the honester o'th' two Abevile get me my Musick ready, and attend me at La
Nuche's.
[Ex. severally.]
LUCIA
He's gone, and to his Mistress too.
[Enter Ariadne pursu'd by Willmore.]
WILLMORE
My little Daphne, 'tis in vain to fly, unless like her, you cou'd be chang'd into a Tree: Apollo's self pursu'd not
with more eager Fire than I.
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[Holds her.]
ARIADNE
Will you not grant a Parly e'er I yield?
WILLMORE
I'm better at a Storm.
ARIADNE
Besides, you're wounded too.
WILLMORE
Oh leave those Wounds of Honour to my Surgeon, thy Business is to cure those of Love. Your true bred
Soldier ever fights with the more heat for a Wound or two.
ARIADNE
Hardly in Venus' Wars.
WILLMORE
Her self ne'er thought so when she snatcht her Joys between the rough Encounters of the God of War. Come,
let's pursue the Business we came for: See the kind Night invites, and all the ruffling Winds are husht and
still, only the Zephirs spread their tender Wings, courting in gentle Murmurs the gay Boughs; 'twas in a Night
like this, Diana taught the Mysteries of Love to the fair Boy Endymion. I am plaguy full of History and
Simile tonight.
ARIADNE
You see how well he far'd for being modest.
WILLMORE
He might be modest, but 'twas not overcivil to put her Goddessship to asking first; thou seest I'm better bred
Come let's haste to silent Grots that attend us, dark Groves where none can see, and murmuring Fountains.
ARIADNE
Stay, let me consider first, you are a Stranger, inconstant too as Island Winds, and every day are fighting for
your Mistresses, of which you've had at least four since I saw you first, which is not a whole day.
WILLMORE
I grant ye, before I was a Lover I ran at random, but I'll take up now, be a patient Man, and keep to one
Woman a Month.
ARIADNE
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A Month!
WILLMORE
And a fair Reason, Child; time was, I wou'd have worn one Shirt, or one pair of Shoos so long as have let the
Sun set twice upon the same Sin: but see the Power of Love; thou hast bewitched me, that's certain.
ARIADNE
Have a care of giving me the ascendent over ye, for fear I make ye marry me.
WILLMORE
Hold, I bar that cast, Child; no, I'm none of those Spirits that can be conjur'd into a Weddingring, and dance
in the dull matrimonial Circle all my Days.
ARIADNE
But what think you of a hundred thousand Crowns, and a Beauty of sixteen?
WILLMORE
As of most admirable Blessings: but harkye, Child, I am plaguily afraid thou'rt, some scurvy honest thing of
Quality by these odd Questions of thine, and hast some wicked Design upon my Body.
ARIADNE
What, to have and to hold I'll warrant. No Faith, Sir, Maids of my Quality expect better Jointures than a
Buffcoat, Scarf and Feather: such Portions as mine are better Ornaments in a Family than a Captain and his
Commission.
WILLMORE
Why well said, now thou hast explain'd thy self like a Woman of Honour Come, come, let's away.
ARIADNE
Explain my self! How mean ye?
WILLMORE
Thou say'st I am not fit to marry thee and I believe this Assignation was not made to tell me so, nor yet
to hear me whistle to the Birds.
ARIADNE
Faith no. I saw you, lik'd ye, and had a mind to ye.
WILLMORE
Ay, Child
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ARIADNE
In short, I took ye for a Man of Honour.
WILLMORE
Nay, if I tell the Devil take me.
ARIADNE
I am a Virgin in Distress.
WILLMORE
Poor Heart.
ARIADNE
To be marry'd within a Day or two to one I like not.
WILLMORE
Hum and therefore wouldst dispose of a small Virgin Treasure (too good for silly Husbands) in a Friend's
Hands: faith, Child I was ever a good religious charitable Christian, and shall acquit my self as honestly
and piously in this Affair as becomes a Gentleman.
[Enter Abevile with Musick.]
ABEVILE
Come away, are ye all arm'd for the Business?
ARIADNE
Hah, arm'd! we are surpriz'd again.
WILLMORE
Fear not.
[Draws.]
ARIADNE
Oh God, Sir, haste away, you are already wounded: but I conjure you, as a Man of Honour, be here at the
Garden Gate to night again, and bring a Friend, in case of Danger, with you; and if possible I'll put my self
into your Hands, for this Night's Work has ruin'd me
[Speaking quick, and pushing him forwards runs off.]
ABEVILE
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My Master sure not gone yet
[Peeping advancing.]
WILLMORE
Rascals, tho you are odds, you'll find hot Work in vanquishing.
[Falls on 'em.]
ABEVILE
Hold, Sir, I am your Page. Do you not know me? and these the Musick you commanded shall I carry em
where you order'd, Sir?
WILLMORE
They take me for some other, this was lucky.
[Aside.]
O, aye 'tis well I'll follow but whither? Plague of my dull Mistakes, the Woman's gone yet
stay
[Calls 'em.]
For now I think on't, this Mistake may help me to another stay I must dispose of this mad Fire about
me, which all these Disappointments cannot lay Oh for some young kind Sinner in the nick How I
cou'd souse upon her like a Bird of Prey, and worry her with Kindness.
[Aside.]
Go on, I follow.
[Exeunt.]
Scene changes to La Nuche's House.
Enter Petronella and Aurelia with Light.
AURELIA
Well, the Stranger is in Bed, and most impatiently expects our Patrona, who is not yet returned.
PETRONELLA
Curse of this Love! I know she's in pursuit of this Rover, this English Piece of Impudence; Pox on 'em, I
know nothing good in the whole Race of 'em, but giving all to their Shirts when they're drunk. What shall we
do, Aurelia? This Stranger must not be put off, nor Carlo neither, who has fin'd again as if for a new
Maidenhead.
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AURELIA
You are so covetous, you might have put 'em off, but now 'tis too late.
PETRONELLA
Put off! Are these Fools to be put off think ye? a fine Fop Englishman, and an old doating Grandee? No, I
cou'd put the old trick on 'em still, had she been here but to have entertain'd 'em: but hark, one knocks, 'tis
Carlo on my Life
[Enter Carlo, gives Petronella Gold.]
CARLO
Let this plead for me.
PETRONELLA
Sweet Don, you are the most eloquent Person.
CARLO
I would regale to night I know it is not mine, but I've sent five hundred Crowns to purchase it, because I
saw another bargaining for't; and Persons of my Quality must not be refus'd: you apprehend me.
PETRONELLA
Most rightly that was the Reason then she came so out of Humour home and is gone to Bed in such a
sullen Fit.
CARLO
To Bed, and all alone! I would surprize her there. Oh how it pleases me to think of stealing into her Arms like
a fine Dream, Wench, hah.
AURELIA
'Twill be a pleasant one, no doubt.
PETRONELLA
He lays the way out how he'll be cozen'd.
[Aside.]
The Seigniora perhaps may be angry, Sir, but I'll venture that to accommodate you; and that you may
surprize her the more readily, be pleased to stay in my Chamber, till you think she may be asleep.
CARLO
Thou art a perfect Mistress of thy Trade.
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PETRONELLA
So, now will I to the Seigniora's Bed my self, drest and perfum'd, and finish two good Works at once; earn
five hundred Crowns, and keep up the Honour of the House. [Aside.] Softly, sweet Don.
[Lights him out.]
AURELIA
And I will do two more good things, and disappoint your Expectations; jilt the young English Fool, and have
old Carlo well bang'd, if t'other have any Courage.
[Enter La Nuche in Rage, and Sancho.]
LA NUCHE
Aurelia, help, help me to be reveng'd upon this wretched unconsidering Heart.
AURELIA
Heavens, have you made the Rover happy, Madam?
LA NUCHE
Oh wou'd I had! or that or any Sin wou'd change this Rage into some easier Passion: Sickness and Poverty,
Disgrace and Pity, all met iii one, were kinder than this Love, this raging Fire of a proud amorous Heart.
[Enter Petronella.]
PETRONELLA
Heavens, what's the matter?
AURELIA
Here's Petronella, dissemble but your Rage a little.
LA NUCHE
Damn all dissembling now, it is too late The Tyrant Love reigns absolute within, And I am lost, Aurelia.
PETRONELLA
How, Love! forbid it Heaven! will Love maintain ye?
LA NUCHE
Curse on your Maxims, will they ease my Heart? Can your wise Counsel fetch me back my Rover?
PETRONELLA
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Hah, your Rover, a Pox upon him.
LA NUCHE
He's gone gone to the Arms of some gay generous Maid, who nobly follows Love's diviner Dictates,
whilst I 'gainst Nature studying thy dull Precepts, and to be base and infamously rich, have barter'd all the
Joys of human Life Oh give me Love: I will be poor and love.
PETRONELLA
She's lost but hear me
LA NUCHE
I won't, from Childhood thou hast trained me up in Cunning, read Lectures to me of the use of Man, but kept
me from the knowledge of the Right; taught me to jilt, to flatter and deceive: and hard it was to learn th'
ungrateful Lessons. But oh how soon plain Nature taught me Love, and shew'd me all the cheat of thy false
Tenents No give me Love with any other Curse.
PETRONELLA
But who will give you that when you are poor? when you are wretchedly despis'd and poor?
LA NUCHE
Hah!
PETRONELLA
Do you not daily see fine Clothes, rich Furniture, Jewels and Plate are more inviting than Beauty unadorn'd?
be old, diseas'd, deform'd, be any thing, so you be rich and splendidly attended, you'll find your self lov'd and
ador'd by all But I'm an old fool still Well, Petronella, had'st thou been half as industrious in thy Youth
as in thy Age thou hadst not come to this.
[Weeps.]
LA NUCHE
She's in the right.
PETRONELLA
What can this mad poor Captain do for you, love you whilst you can buy him Breeches, and then leave you?
A Woman has a sweet time on't with any SoldierLover of 'em all, with their Iron Minds, and Buff Hearts;
feather'd Inamorato's have nothing that belongs to Love but his Wings, the Devil clip 'em for Petronella.
LA NUCHE
True he can ne'er be constant.
[Pausing.]
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PETRONELLA
Heaven forbid he should! No, if you are so unhappy as that you must have him, give him a Night or two and
pay him for't, and send him to feed again: But for your Heart, 'Sdeath, I would as soon part with my Beauty,
or Youth, and as necessary a Tool 'tis for your Trade A Curtezan and love! but all my Counsel's thrown
away upon ye.
[Weeps.]
LA NUCHE
No more, I will be rul'd I will be wise, be rich; and since I must yield somewhere, and some time,
Beaumond shall be the Man, and this the Night; he's handsom, young, and lavishly profuse: This Night he
comes, and I'll submit to Interest. Let the gilded Apartment be made ready, and strew it o'er with Flowers,
adorn my Bed of State; let all be fine; perfume my Chamber like the Phoenix's Nest, I'll be luxurious in my
Pride to Night, and make the amorous prodigal Youth my Slave.
PETRONELLA
Nobly resolv'd! and for these other two who wait your coming, let me alone to manage.
[Goes out.]
[Scene changes to a Chamber, discovers Fetherfool in Bed.]
FETHERFOOL
This Gentlewoman is plaguy long in coming: some Nicety now, some perfum'd Smock, or Point
NightClothes to make her more lovely in my Eyes: Well, these Women are right City Cooks, they stay so
long to garnish the Dish, till the Meat be cold but hark, the Door opens.
[Enter Carlo softly, half undrest.]
CARLO
This Wench stays long, and Love's impatient; this is the Chamber of La Nuche, I take it: If she be awake, I'll
let her know who I am; if not, I'll steal a Joy before she thinks of it.
FETHERFOOL
Sure 'tis she, pretty modest Rogue, she comes i'th' dark to hide her Blushes hum, I'm plaguy eloquent o'th'
sudden who's there?
[Whispering.]
CARLO
'Tis I, my Love.
FETHERFOOL
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Hah, sweet Soul, make haste. There 'twas again.
CARLO
So kind, sure she takes me for some other, or has some inkling of my Design
[To himself.]
Where are you, Sweetest?
FETHERFOOL
Here, my Love, give me your Hand
[Puts out his Hand; Carlo kneels and kisses it.]
CARLO
Here let me worship the fair Shrine before I dare approach so fair a Saint.
[Kisses the Hand.]
FETHERFOOL
Hah, what a Pox have we here? wou'd I were well out o' t'other side perhaps 'tis her Husband, and then
I'm a dead Man, if I'm discover'd.
[Removes to t'other side, Carlo holds his Hand.]
CARLO
Nay, do not fly I know you took me for some happier Person.
[Feth. struggles, Car. rises and takes him in his Arms, and kisses him.]
FETHERFOOL
What, will you ravish me?
[In a shrill Voice.]
CARLO
Hah, that Voice is not La Nuche's Lights there, Lights.
FETHERFOOL
Nay, I can hold a bearded Venus, Sir, as well as any Man.
[Holds Carlo.]
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CARLO
What art thou, Rogue, Villain, Slave?
[They fall to Cuffs, and fight till they are bloody, fall from the Bed and fight on the Floor.]
[Enter Petronella, Sancho, and Aurelia.]
PETRONELLA
Heaven, what noise is this? we are undone, part 'em, Sancho.
[They part 'em.]
FETHERFOOL
Give me my Sword; nay, give me but a Knife, that I may cut yon Fellow's Throat
CARLO
Sirrah, I'm a Grandee, and a Spaniard, and will be reveng'd.
FETHERFOOL
And I'm an Englishman, and a Justice, and will have Law, Sir.
PETRONELLA
Say 'tis her Husband, or any thing to get him hence.
[Aside to Sancho, who whispers him.]
These English, Sir, are Devils, and on my Life 'tis unknown to the Seigniora that he's i'th' House.
[To Carlo aside.]
CARLO
Come, I'm abus'd but I must put it up for fear of my Honour; a Statesman's Reputation is a tender thing:
Convey me out the back way. I'll be reveng'd.
[Goes out.]
FETHERFOOL
(Aurelia whispers to him aside.) How, her Husband! Prithee convey me out; my Clothes, my Clothes, quickly
AURELIA
Out, Sir! he has lock'd the Door, and designs to have ye murder'd.
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FETHERFOOL
Oh, gentle Soul take pity on me where, oh what shall I do? my Clothes, my Sword and Money.
AURELIA
Quickly, Sancho, tie a Sheet to the Window, and let him slide down by that Be speedy, and we'll throw
your Clothes out after ye. Here, follow me to the Window.
FETHERFOOL
Oh, any whither, any whither. That I could not be warn'd from whoring in a strange Country, by my Friend
Ned Blunt's Example if I can but keep it secret now, I care not.
[Exeunt.]
[Scene, the Street, a Sheet ty'd to the Balcony, and Feth. sitting cross to slide down.]
FETHERFOOL
So now your Neck, or your Throat, chuse ye either, wise Mr. Nicholas Fetherfool But stay, I hear
Company. Now dare not I budg an Inch.
[Enter Beaumond alone.]
BEAUMOND
Where can this Rascal, my Page, be all this while? I waited in the Piazza so long, that I believed he had
mistook my Order, and gone directly to La Nuche's House but here's no sign of him
FETHERFOOL
Hah I hear no noise, I'll venture down.
[Goes halfway down and stops.]
[Enter Abevile, Harlequin, Musick and Willmore.]
WILLMORE
Whither will this Boy conduct me? but since to a Woman, no matter whither 'tis.
FETHERFOOL
Hah, more Company; now dare not I stir up nor down, they may be Bravoes to cut my Throat.
BEAUMOND
Oh sure these are they
WILLMORE
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Come, my Heart, lose no time, but tune your Pipes.
[Harlequin plays on his Guittar, and sings.]
BEAUMOND
How, sure this is some Rival.
[Goes near and listens.]
WILLMORE
Harkye, Child, hast thou ne'er an amorous Ditty, short and sweet, hah
ABEVILE
Shall I not sing that you gave me, Sir?
WILLMORE
I shall spoil all with hard Questions Ay, Child that.
[Abev. sings, Beau. listens, and seems angry the while.]
SONG.
A Pox upon this needless Scorn!
Silvia, for shame the Cheat give o'er;
The end to which the fair are born,
Is not to keep their Charms in store,
But lavishly dispose in haste,
Of Joys which none but Youth improve;
Joys which decay when Beauty's past:
And who when Beauty's past will love?
When Age those Glories shall deface,
Revenging all your cold Disdain,
And Silvia shall neglected pass,
By every once admiring Swain;
And we can only Pity pay,
When you in vain too late shall burn:
If Love increase, and Youth delay,
Ah, Silvia, who will make return?
Then haste, my Silvia, to the Grove,
Where all the Sweets of May conspire,
To teach us every Art of Love,
And raise our Charms of Pleasure higher;
Where, whilst imbracing we should lie
Loosely in Shades, on Banks of Flowers:
The duller World whilst we defy,
Years will be Minutes, Ages Hours.
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BEAUMOND
'Sdeath, that's my Page's Voice: Who the Devil is't that ploughs with my Heifer!
AURELIA
Don Henrick, Don Henrick
[The Door opens, Beau. goes up to't; Will. puts him by, and offers to go in, he pulls him back.]
WILLMORE
How now, what intruding Slave art thou?
BEAUMOND
What Thief art thou that basely, and by dark, rob'st me of all my Rights?
[Strikes him, they fight, and Blows light on Fetherfool who hangs down.]
[Sancho throws Fetherfool's Clothes out, Harlequin takes 'em up in confusion; they fight out Beaumond, all
go off, but Will. gets into the House: Harlequin and Feth. remain. Feth. gets down, runs against Harlequin in
the dark, both seem frighted.]
HARLEQUIN
Que questo.
FETHERFOOL
Ay, un pouer dead Home, murder'd, kill'd.
HARLEQUIN
(In Italian.) You are the first dead Man I ever saw walk.
FETHERFOOL
Hah, Seignior Harlequin!
HARLEQUIN
Seignior Nicholas!
FETHERFOOL
A Pox Nicholas ye, I have been mall'd and beaten within doors, and hang'd and bastinado'd without doors,
lost my Clothes, my Money, and all my Moveables; but this is nothing to the Secret taking Air. Ah, dear
Seignior, convey me to the Mountebanks, there I may have Recruit and Cure under one.
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ACT V
SCENE 1A Chamber.
[La Nuche on a Couch in an Undress, Willmore at her Feet, on his Knees, all unbrac'd: his Hat, Sword, on
the Table, at which she is dressing her Head.]
WILLMORE
Oh Gods! no more! I see a yielding in thy charming Eyes; The Blushes on thy Face, thy trembling Arms, Thy
panting Breast, and shortbreath'd Sighs confess, Thou wo't be mine, in spite of all thy Art.
LA NUCHE
What need you urge my Tongue then to repeat What from my Eyes you can so well interpret?
[Bowing down her Head to him and sighing.]
Or if it must dispose me as you please
WILLMORE
Heaven, I thank thee!
[Rises with Joy.]
Who wou'd not plough an Age in Winter Seas, Or wade full seven long Years in ruder Camps, To find out
this Rest at last?
[Leans on, and kisses her Bosom.]
Upon thy tender Bosom to repose; To gaze upon thy Eyes, and taste thy Balmy Kisses,
[Kisses her.]
Sweeter than everlasting Groves of Spices, When the soft Winds display the opening Buds: Come,
haste, my Soul, to Bed
LA NUCHE
You can be soft I find, when you wou'd conquer absolutely.
WILLMORE
Not infant Angels, not young sighing Cupids Can be more; this ravishing Joy that thou hast promis'd me, Has
form'd my Soul to such a Calm of Love, It melts e'en at my Eyes.
LA NUCHE
What have I done? that Promise will undo me. This Chamber was prepar'd, and I was drest, To give
Admittance to another Lover.
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WILLMORE
But Love and Fortune both were on my side Come, come to Bed consider nought but Love
[They going out, one knocks.]
LA NUCHE
Hark!
BEAUMOND
(without.)
By Heav'n I will have entrance.
LA NUCHE
'Tis he whom I expect; as thou lov'st Life And me, retire a little into this Closet.
WILLMORE
Hah, retire!
LA NUCHE
He's the most fiercely jealous of his Sex, And Disappointment will inrage him more.
WILLMORE
Death: let him rage whoe'er he be; dost think I'll hide me from him, and leave thee to his Love? Shall I, pent
up, thro the thin Wainscot hear Your Sighs, your amorous Words, and sound of Kisses? No, if thou canst
cozen me, do't, but discreetly, And I shall think thee true: I have thee now, and when I tamely part With the,
may Cowards huff and bully me.
[Knocks again.]
LA NUCHE
And must I be undone because I love ye? This is the Mine from whence I fetcht my Gold.
WILLMORE
Damn the base Trash: I'll have thee poor, and mine; 'Tis nobler far, to starve with him thou lov'st Than gay
without, and pining all within.
[Knocking, breaking the Door, Will. snatches up his Sword.]
LA NUCHE
Heavens, here will be murder done he must not see him.
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[As Beau. breaks open the Door, she runs away with the Candle, they are by dark, Beau. enters with his
Sword drawn.]
WILLMORE
What art thou?
BEAUMOND
A Man.
[They fight.]
[Enter Petron. with Light, La Nuche following, Beau. runs to her.]
Oh thou false Woman, falser than thy Smiles, Which serve but to delude goodnatur'd Man, And when thou
hast him fast, betray'st his Heart!
WILLMORE
Beaumond!
BEAUMOND
Willmore! Is it with thee I must tug for Empire? For I lay claim to all this World of Beauty.
[Takes La Nuche, looking with scorn on Willmore.]
LA NUCHE
Heavens, how got this Ruffian in?
WILLMORE
Hold, hold, dear Harry, lay no Hands on her till thou can'st make thy Claim good.
BEAUMOND
She's mine, by Bargain mine, and that's sufficient.
WILLMORE
In Law perhaps, it may for ought I know, but 'tis not so in Love: but thou'rt my Friend, and I'll therefore give
thee fair Play if thou canst win her take her: But a Sword and a Mistress are not to be lost, if a Man can
keep 'em.
BEAUMOND
I cannot blame thee, thou but acts thy self But thou fair Hypocrite, to whom I gave my Heart, And this
exception made of all Mankind, Why would'st thou, as in Malice to my Love, Give it the only Wound that
cou'd destroy it?
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WILLMORE
Nay, if thou didst forbid her loving me, I have her sure.
BEAUMOND
I yield him many Charms; he's nobly born, Has Wit, Youth, Courage, all that takes the Heart, And only wants
what pleases Women's Vanity, Estate, the only good that I can boast: And that I sacrifice to buy thy Smiles.
LA NUCHE
See, Sir here's a much fairer Chapman you may be gone
[To Will.]
WILLMORE
Faith, and so there is, Child, for me, I carry all about me, and that by Heaven is thine: I'll settle all upon thee,
but my Sword, and that will buy us Bread. I've two led Horses too, one thou shalt manage, and follow me
thro Dangers.
LA NUCHE
A very hopeful comfortable Life; No, I was made for better Exercises.
WILLMORE
Why, every thing in its turn, Child, yet a Man's but a Man.
BEAUMOND
No more, but if thou valuest her, Leave her to Ease and Plenty.
WILLMORE
Leave her to Love, my Dear; one hour of rightdown Love, Is worth an Age of living dully on: What is't to
be adorn'd and shine with Gold, Drest like a God, but never know the Pleasure? No, no, I have much finer
things in store for thee.
[Hugs her.]
LA NUCHE
What shall I do? Here's powerful Interest prostrate at my Feet,
[Pointing to Beau.]
Glory, and all than Vanity can boast; But there Love unadorn'd, no covering but his Wings,
[To Will.]
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No Wealth, but a full Quiver to do mischiefs, Laughs at those meaner Trifles
BEAUMOND
Mute as thou art, are not these Minutes mine? But thou ah false hast dealt 'em out already, With all thy
Charms of Love, to this unknown Silence and guilty Blushes say thou hast: He all disorder'd too, loose
and undrest, With Love and Pleasure dancing in his Eyes, Tell me too plainly how thou hast deceiv'd me.
LA NUCHE
Or if I have not, 'tis a Trick soon done, And this ungrateful Jealousy wou'd put it in my Head.
[Angrily.]
BEAUMOND
Wou'd! by Heaven, thou hast he is not to be fool'd, Or sooth'd into belief of distant Joys, As easy as I have
been: I've lost so kind An Opportunity, where Night and Silence both Conspire with Love, had made him
rage like Waves Blown up by Storms: no more I know he has Oh what, La Nuche! robb'd me of all
that I Have languish'd for
LA NUCHE
If it were so, you should not dare believe it
[Angrily turns away, he kneels and holds her.]
BEAUMOND
Forgive me; oh so very well I love, Did I not know that thou hadst been a Whore, I'd give thee the last proof
of Love and marry thee.
WILLMORE
The last indeed for there's an end of Loving; Do, marry him, and be curst by all his Family: Marry him,
and ruin him, that he may curse thee too. But hark ye, Friend, this is not fair; 'tis drawing Sharps on a Man
that's only arm'd with the defensive Cudgel, I'm for no such dead doing Arguments; if thou art for me, Child,
it must be without the folly, for better for worse; there's a kind of Nonsense in that Vow Fools only swallow.
LA NUCHE
But when I've worn out all my Youth and Beauty, and suffer'd every ill of Poverty, I shall be compell'd to
begin the World again without a Stock to set up with. No faith, I'm for a substantial Merchant in Love, who
can repay the loss of Time and Beauty; with whom to make one thriving Voyage sets me up for ever, and I
need never put to Sea again.
[Comes to Beau.]
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Nor be expos'd to Storms of Poverty, the Indies shall come to thee See here this is the Merchandize my
Love affords.
[Gives her a Pearl, and Pendants of Diamond.]
LA NUCHE
Look ye, Sir, will not these Pearls do better round my Neck, than those kind Arms of yours? these Pendants
in my Ears, than all the Tales of Love you can whisper there?
WILLMORE
So I am deceiv'd deal on for Trash and barter all thy Joys of Life for Baubles this Night presents
me one Adventure more I'll try thee once again, inconstant Fortune; and if thou fail'st me then I will
forswear thee [Aside.] Death, hadst thou lov'd my Friend for his own Value, I had esteem'd thee; but when his
Youth and Beauty cou'd not plead, to be the mercenary Conquest of his Presents, was poor, below thy Wit: I
cou'd have conquer'd so, but I scorn thee at that rate my Purse shall never be my Pimp Farewel, Harry.
BEAUMOND
Thou'st sham'd me out of Folly stay
WILLMORE
Faith I have an Assignation with a Woman a Woman Friend! young as the infantday, and sweet as
Roses e'er the Morning Sun have kiss'd their Dew away. She will not ask me Money neither.
LA NUCHE
Hah! stay
[Holds him, and looks on him.]
BEAUMOND
She loves him, and her Eyes betray her Heart.
WILLMORE
I am not for your turn, Child Death I shall lose my Mistress fooling here I must be gone.
[She holds him, he shakes his Head and sings.]
No, no, I will not hire your Bed,
Nor Tenant to your Favours be;
I will not farm your White and Red,
You shall not let your Love to me:
I court a Mistress not a Landlady.
[bis.]
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BEAUMOND
He's in the right; and shall I waste my Youth and powerful Fortune on one who all this while has jilted me,
seeing I was a lavish loving Fool? No this Soul and Body shall not be divided
[Gives her to Will.]
WILLMORE
I am so much thy Friend, another time I might be drawn to take a bad Bargain off thy Hands but I have
other Business at present: wo't do a kind thing, Harry, lend me thy Aid to carry off my Woman to night?
'tis hard by in the Piazza, perhaps we may find Resistance.
BEAUMOND
My self and Sword are yours. I have a Chair waits below too, may do you Service.
WILLMORE
I thank ye Madam your Servant.
LA NUCHE
Left by both!
BEAUMOND
You see our Affairs are pressing.
[Bows, and smiles carelesly. Ex. Will. singing, and Beau.]
LA NUCHE
Gone! where's all your Power, ye poor deluded Eyes? Curse on your feeble Fires, that cannot warm a Heart
which every common Beauty kindles. Oh he is gone for ever.
[Enter Petronella.]
PETRONELLA
Yes, he is gone, to your eternal Ruin: not all the Race of Men cou'd have produc'd so bountiful and credulous
a Fool.
LA NUCHE
No, never; fetch him back, my Petronella: Bring me my wild Inconstant, or I die
[Puts her out.]
PETRONELLA
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The Devil fetch him back for Petronella, is't he you mean? you've had too much of him; a Curse upon him,
he'as ruin'd you.
LA NUCHE
He has, he shall, he must compleat my ruin.
PETRONELLA
She raves, the Rogue has given her a Spanish Philtre.
LA NUCHE
My Coach, my Veil or let 'em all alone; undrest thus loosely to the Winds commit me to darkness, and no
Guide but pitying Cupid.
[Going out, Pet. holds her.]
PETRONELLA
What, are you mad?
LA NUCHE
As Winds let loose, or Storms when they rage high.
[Goes out.]
PETRONELLA
She's lost, and I'll shift for my self, seize all her Money and Jewels, of which I have the Keys; and if Seignior
Mountebank keeps his Word, be transform'd to Youth and Beauty again, and undo this La Nuche at her own
Trade
[Goes in.]
SCENE II. The Street.
Enter Willmore, Beaumond, Chair following.
WILLMORE
Set down the Chair; you're now within call, I'll to the GardenDoor, and see if any Lady Bright appear
Dear Beaumond, stay here a minute, and if I find occasion, I'll give you the Word.
BEAUMOND
'Tis hard by my Lodgings; if you want Conveniences, I have the Key of the Backway through the Garden,
whither you may carry your Mistress.
WILLMORE
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I thank thee let me first secure my Woman.
[Goes out.]
BEAUMOND
I thought I'd lov'd this false, this jilting Fair, even above my Friendship; but I find I can forgive this Rogue,
tho I am sure he has rob'd me of my Joys.
[Enter Ariadne with a Casket of Jewels.]
ARIADNE
Not yet! a Devil on him, he's Dearhearting it with some other kind Damsel Faith, 'tis most wickedly done
of me to venture my Body with a mad unknown Fellow. Thus a little more Delay will put me into a serious
Consideration, and I shall e'en go home again, sleep and be sober.
[She walks about.]
BEAUMOND
Hah, a Woman! Perhaps the same he looks for I'll counterfeit his Voice and try my Chance Fortune
may set us even.
ARIADNE
Hah, is not that a Man? Yes and a Chair waiting.
[She peeps.]
BEAUMOND
Who's there?
ARIADNE
A Maid.
BEAUMOND
A Miracle Oh art thou come, Child?
ARIADNE
'Tis he, you are a civil Captain, are you not, to make a longing Maid expect thus? What Woman has detain'd
you?
BEAUMOND
Faith, my Dear, tho Flesh and Blood be frail, yet the dear Hopes of thee has made me hold out with a
Herculean Courage Stay, where shall I carry her? not to my own Apartment; Ariadne may surprize me: I'll
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to the Mountebank here i'th' Piazza, he has a Cure for all things, even for longing Love, and for a Pistole or
two will do Reason. Hah, Company: Here, step into this Chair.
[She goes in, they go off just as Will. enters.]
WILLMORE
Hum, a Woman of Quality and jilt me Egad, that's strange now Well, who shall a Man trust in this
wicked World? [Enter La Nuche as before.]
LA NUCHE
This should be he, he saunters about like an expecting Lover.
[Will. peeping and approaching.]
WILLMORE
By this Light a Woman, if she be the right but right or wrong so she be Feminine: harkye, Child, I fancy
thee some kind thing that belongs to me.
LA NUCHE
Who are you?
[In a low tone.]
WILLMORE
A wandering Lover that has lost his Heart, and I have shreud Guess 'tis in thy dear Bosom, Child.
LA NUCHE
Oh you're a pretty Lover, a Woman's like to have a sweet time on't, if you're always so tedious.
WILLMORE
By yon bright Starlight, Child, I walk'd here in short turns like a Centinel, all this livelong Evening, and
was just going (Gad forgive me) to kill my self.
LA NUCHE
I rather think some Beauty has detain'd you: Have you not seen La Nuche?
WILLMORE
La Nuche! Why, she's a Whore I hope you take me for a civiller Person, than to throw my self away on
Whores No, Child, I lie with none but honest Women I: but no disputing now, come to my Lodging,
my dear here's a Chair waits hard by.
[Exeunt.]
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SCENE III. Willmore's Lodging.
[Enter Harlequin with Fetherfool's Clothes on his Shoulder, leading him halting by one Hand, Blunt (drunk)
by the other in the dark; Fetherfool bloody, his Coat put over his Shoulders.]
FETHERFOOL
Peano, Peano, Seignior, gently, good Edward for I'll not halt before a Cripple; I have lost a great part of
my agil Faculties.
BLUNT
Ah, see the Inconstancy of fickle Fortune, Nicholas A Man to day, and beaten to morrow: but take
comfort, there's many a proper fellow has been robb'd and beaten on this Highway of whoring.
FETHERFOOL
Ay, Ned, thou speak'st by woful Experience but that I should miscarry after thy wholesom Documents
but we are all mortal, as thou say'st, Ned Would I had never crost the Ferry from Croydon; a few such
Nights as these wou'd learn a Man Experience enough to be a Wizard, if he have but the ill luck to escape
hanging.
BLUNT
'Dsheartlikins, I wonder in what Country our kinder Stars rule: In England plunder'd, sequester'd, imprison'd
and banish'd; in France, starv'd, walking like the Sign of the naked Boy, with Plymouth Cloaks in our Hands;
in Italy and Spain robb'd, beaten, and thrown out at Windows.
FETHERFOOL
Well, how happy am I, in having so true a Friend to condole me in Affliction [Weeps.] I am oblig'd to
Seignior Harlequin too, for bringing me hither to the Mountebank's, where I shall not only conceal this
Catastrophe from those fortunate Rogues our Comrades, but procure a little Album Graecum for my
Backside. Come, Seignior, my Clothes but, Seignior un Portavera Poco palanea.
[Dresses himself.]
HARLEQUIN
Seignior.
FETHERFOOL
Entende vos Signoria Englesa?
HARLEQUIN
Em Poco, em Poco, Seignior.
FETHERFOOL
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Per quelq arts, did your Seigniorship escape Cudgeling?
HARLEQUIN
La art de transformatio.
FETHERFOOL
Transformatio Why, wert thou not born a Man?
HARLEQUIN
No, Seignior, un vieule Femme.
FETHERFOOL
How, born an old Woman?
BLUNT
Good Lord! born an old Woman! And so by transformation became invulnerable.
FETHERFOOL
Ay in invulnerable what would I give to be invulnerable? and egad, I am almost weary of being a
Man, and subject to beating: wou'd I were a Woman, a Man has but an ill time on't: if he has a mind to a
Wench, the making Love is so plaguy tedious then paying is to my Soul insupportable. But to be a
Woman, to be courted with Presents, and have both the Pleasure and the Profit to be without a Beard, and
sing a fine Treble and squeak if the Men but kiss me 'twere fine and what's better, am sure never to
be beaten again.
BLUNT
Pox on't, do not use an old Friend so scurvily; consider the Misery thou'lt indure to have the Heart and Mind
of a jilting Whore possess thee: What a Fit of the Devil must he suffer who acts her Part from fourteen to
fourscore! No, 'tis resolv'd thou remain Nicholas Fetherfool still, shalt marry the Monster, and laugh at
Fortune.
FETHERFOOL
'Tis true, should I turn Whore to the Disgrace of my Family what would the World say? who wou'd have
thought it, cries one? I cou'd never have believ'd it, cries another. No, as thou say'st, I'll remain as I am
marry and live honestly.
BLUNT
Well resolv'd, I'll leave you, for I was just going to serenade my Fairy Queen, when I met thee at the Door
some Deeds of Gallantry must be perform'd, Seignior, Bonus Nochus.
[Ex. Blunt.]
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[Enter Shift with Light.]
FETHERFOOL
Hah, a Light, undone!
HARLEQUIN
Patientia, Patientia, Seignior.
SHIFT
Where the Devil can this Rogue Hunt be? Just now all things are ready for marrying these two Monsters; they
wait, the House is husht, and in the lucky Minute to have him out of the way: sure the Devil owes me a spite.
[Runs against Harlequin, puts out his Candle.]
HARLEQUIN
Qui est la?
SHIFT
'Tis Harlequin: Pox on't, is't you?
HARLEQUIN
Peace, here's Fetherfool, I'll secure him, whilst you go about your Affair.
[Ex. Shift.]
FETHERFOOL
Oh, I hear a Noise, dear Harlequin secure me; if I am discover'd I am undone hold, hold here's a Door
[They both go in.]
[Scene changes to a Chamber, discovers the SheGiant asleep in a great Chair.]
[Enter Fetherfool and Harlequin.]
FETHERFOOL
Hah my Lady Monster! have I to avoid Scylla run upon Carybdis? hah, she sleeps; now wou'd some
magnanimous Lover make good Use of this Opportunity, take Fortune by the Fore lock, put her to't, and
make sure Work but Egad, he must have a better Heart, or a better Mistress than I.
HARLEQUIN
Try your Strength, I'll be civil and leave you.
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[In Italian he still speaks.]
FETHERFOOL
Excuse me, Seignior, I should crackle like a wicker Bottle in her Arms no, Seignior, there's no venturing
without a Grate between us: the Devil wou'd not give her due Benevolence No, when I'm marry'd, I'll e'en
show her a fair pair of Heels, her Portion will pay Postage But what if the Giant should carry her? that's to
be fear'd, then I have cock'd and drest, and fed, and ventur'd all this while for nothing.
HARLEQUIN
Faith, Seignior, if I were you, I wou'd make sure of something, see how rich she is in Gems.
FETHERFOOL
Right, as thou say'st, I ought to make sure of something, and she is rich in Gems: How amiable looks that
Neck with that delicious row of Pearls about it.
HARLEQUIN
She sleeps.
FETHERFOOL
Ay, she sleeps as 'twere her last. What if I made bold to unrig her? So if I miss the Lady, I have at least my
Charges paid: what vigorous Lover can resist her Charms?
[Looks on her.]
But shou'd she wake and miss it, and find it about me, I shou'd be hang'd
[Turns away.]
So then, I lose my Lady too but Flesh and Blood cannot resist What if I left the Town? then I lose
my Lady still; and who wou'd lose a Hog for the rest of the Proverb? And yet a Bird in Hand, Friend
Nicholas Yet sweet Meat may have sour Sauce And yet refuse when Fortune offers Yet Honesty's a
Jewel But a Pox upon Pride, when Folks go naked
HARLEQUIN
Well said.
[Incouraging him by Signs.]
FETHERFOOL
Ay I'll do't but what Remedy now against Discovery and Restitution?
HARLEQUIN
Oh, Sir, take no care, you shall swallow 'em.
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FETHERFOOL
How, swallow 'em! I shall ne'er be able to do't.
HARLEQUIN
I'll shew you, Seignior, 'tis easy.
FETHERFOOL
'Gad that may be, 'twere excellent if I cou'd do't; but first by your leave.
[Unties the Necklace, breaks the String, and Harl. swallows one to shew him.]
HARLEQUIN
Look ye, that's all
FETHERFOOL
Hold, hold, Seignior, an you be so nimble, I shall pay dear for my Learning let me see Friend
Nicholas, thou hast swallow'd many a Pill for the Disease of the Body, let's see what thou canst perform for
that of the Purse.
[Swallows 'em.]
so a comfortable business this three or four thousand pound in CordialPearl: 'Sbud, Mark
Anthony was never so treated by his Egyptian Crocodile hah, what noise is that?
HARLEQUIN
Operator, Operator, Seignior.
FETHERFOOL
How, an Operator! why, what the Devil makes he here? some Plot upon my Lady's Chastity; were I given to
be jealous now, Danger wou'd ensue Oh, he's entring, I would not be seen for all the World. Oh, some
place of Refuge
[Looking about.]
HARLEQUIN
I know of none.
FETHERFOOL
Hah, what's this a Clock Case?
HARLEQUIN
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Good, good look you, Sir, do you do thus, and 'tis impossible to discover ye.
[Goes into the Case, and shews him how to stand; then Fetherfool goes in, pulls off his Periwig, his Head
out, turning for the Minutes o'th' top: his Hand out, and his Fingers pointing to a Figure.]
[Enter Shift and Hunt.]
FETHERFOOL
Oh Heaven, he's here.
SHIFT
See where she sleeps; get you about your business, see your own little Marmoset and the Priest be ready, that
we may marry and consummate before Day; and in the Morning our Friends shall see us abed together, give
us the good morrow, and the Work's done.
[Ex. Hunt.]
FETHERFOOL
Oh Traytor to my Bed, what a Hellish Plot's here discover'd!
[Shift wakes the Giant.]
GIANT
Oh, are you come, my Sweetest?
FETHERFOOL
Hah, the Mistress of my Bosom false too! ah, who wou'd trust faithless Beauty oh that I durst speak.
SHIFT
Come let's away, your Uncle and the rest of the House are fast asleep, let's away e'er the two Fools, Blunt and
Fetherfool, arrive.
GIANT
Hang 'em, Pigeonhearted Slaves
SHIFT
A Clock let's see what hour 'tis
[Lifts up the Light to see, Feth. blows it out.]
How! betray'd I'll kill the Villain.
[Draws.]
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FETHERFOOL
Say you so, then 'tis time for me to uncase.
SHIFT
Have you your Lovers hid?
[Gets out, all groping in the dark, Feth. gets the Giant by the Hand.]
GIANT
Softly, or we're undone; give me your Hand, and be undeceiv'd.
FETHERFOOL
'Tis she, now shall I be reveng'd.
[Leads her out.]
SHIFT
What, gone! Death, has this Monster got the Arts of Woman?
[Harl. meets him in the dark, and plays tricks with him.]
[Ex. all.]
[Enter Willmore and La Nuche by dark.]
WILLMORE
Now we are safe and free, let's in, my Soul, and gratefully first sacrifice to Love, then to the Gods of Mirth
and Wine, my Dear.
[Ex. passing over the Stage.]
[Enter Blunt with Petronella, imbracing her, his Sword in his Hand, and a Box of Jewels.]
PETRONELLA
I was damnably afraid I was pursu'd.
[Aside.]
BLUNT
Something in the Fray I've got, pray Heaven it prove a Prize, after my cursed ill luck of losing my Lady
Dwarf: Why do you tremble, fair one? you're in the Hands of an honest Gentleman, Adshartlikins.
PETRONELLA
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Alas, Sir, just as I approacht Seignior Doctor's Door, to have my self surrounded with naked Weapons, then
to drop with the fear my Casket of Jewels, which had not you by chance stumbled on and taken up, I had lost
a hundred thousand Crowns with it.
BLUNT
Ha um a hundred thousand Crowns a pretty trifling Sum I'll marry her out of hand.
[Aside.]
PETRONELLA
This is an Englishman, of a dull honest Nation, and might be manag'd to advantage, were but I transform'd
now.
[Aside.]
I hope you are a Man of Honour; Sir, I am a Virgin, fled from the rage of an incens'd Brother; cou'd you but
secure me with my Treasure, I wou'd be devoted yours.
BLUNT
Secure thee! by this Light, sweet Soul, I'll marry thee; Beivile's Lady ran just so away with him this
must be a Prize
[Aside.]
But hark prithee, my Dear, step in a little, I'll keep my good Fortune to my self.
PETRONELLA
See what trust I repose in your Hands, those Jewels, Sir.
BLUNT
So there can be no jilting here, I am secur'd from being cozen'd however.
[Ex. Pet.]
[Enter Fetherfool.]
FETHERFOOL
A Pox on all Fools, I say, and a double Pox on all fighting Fools; just when I had miraculously got my
Monster by a mistake in the dark, convey'd her out, and within a moment of marrying her, to have my Friend
set upon me, and occasion my losing her, was a Catastrophe which none but thy termagant Courage (which
never did any Man good) cou'd have procur'd.
BLUNT
'Dshartlikins, I cou'd kill my self.
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FETHERFOOL
To fight away a couple of such hopeful Monsters, and two Millions 'owns, was ever Valour so
improvident?
BLUNT
Your fighting made me mistake: for who the Pox wou'd have look'd for Nicholas Fetherfool in the person of a
Hero?
FETHERFOOL
Fight, 'Sbud, a Million of Money wou'd have provok'd a Bully; besides, I took you for the damn'd Rogue my
Rival.
BLUNT
Just as I had finish'd my Serenade, and had put up my Pipes to be gone, out stalk'd me your twohanded
Lady, with a Man at her Girdle like a bunch of Keys, whom I taking for nothing less than some one who had
some foul design upon the Gentlewoman, like a true KnightErrant, did my best to rescue her.
FETHERFOOL
Yes, yes, I feel you did, a Pox of your heavy hand.
BLUNT
So whilst we two were lovingly cuffing each other, comes the Rival, I suppose, and carries off the Prize.
FETHERFOOL
Who must be Seignior Lucifer himself, he cou'd never have vanisht with that Celerity else with such a
Carriage But come, all we have to do is to raise the Mountebank and the Guardian, pursue the Rogues,
have 'em hang'd by Law, for a Rape, and Theft, and then we stand fair again.
BLUNT
Faith, you may, if you please, but Fortune has provided otherwise for me.
[Aside.]
[Ex. Blu. and Feth. Enter Beaumond and Ariadne.]
BEAUMOND
Sure none lives here, or Thieves are broken in, the Doors are all left open.
ARIADNE
Pray Heaven this Stranger prove but honest now.
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[Aside.]
BEAUMOND
Now, my dear Creature, every thing conspires to make us happy, let us not defer it.
ARIADNE
Hold, dear Captain, I yield but on Conditions, which are these I give you up a Maid of Youth and Beauty,
ten thousand Pound in ready Jewels here three times the value in Estate to come, of which here be the
Writings, you delivering me a handsom proper fellow, Heartwhole and sound, that's all your Name I ask
not till the Priest declare it, who is to seal the Bargain. I cannot deceive, for I let you know I am
Daughterinlaw to the English Ambassador.
BEAUMOND
Ariadne! How vain is all Man's Industry and Care To make himself accomplish'd; When the gay fluttering
Fool, or the halfwitted rough unmanner'd Brute, Who in plain terms comes right down to the business,
Outrivals him in all his Love and Fortunes.
[Aside.]
ARIADNE
Methinks you cool upon't, Captain.
BEAUMOND
Yes, Ariadne.
ARIADNE
Beaumond!
BEAUMOND
Oh what a World of Time have I mispent for want of being a Blockhead 'Sdeath and Hell, Wou'd I had
been some brawny ruffling Fool, Some forward impudent unthinking Sloven, A Woman's Tool; for all
besides unmanageable. Come, swear that all this while you thought 'twas I. The Devil has taught ye Tricks to
bring your Falshood off.
ARIADNE
Know 'twas you! no, Faith, I took you for as errant a right down Captain as ever Woman wisht for; and
'twas uncivil egad, to undeceive me, I tell you that now.
[Enter Willmore and La Nuche by dark.]
WILLMORE
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Thou art all Charms, a Heaven of Sweets all over, plump smooth round Limbs, small rising Breasts, a Bosom
soft and panting I long to wound each Sense. Lights there who waits? there yet remains a Pleasure
unpossest, the sight of that dear Face Lights there where are my Vermin?
[Ex. Will.]
ARIADNE
My Captain with a Woman and is it so
[Enter Will. with Lights, sees Aria. and goes to her.]
WILLMORE
By Heaven, a glorious Beauty! now a Blessing on thee for shewing me so dear a Face Come, Child, let's
retire and begin where we left off.
LA NUCHE
A Woman!
ARIADNE
Where we left off! pray, where was that, good Captain?
WILLMORE
Within upon the Bed, Child come I'll show thee.
BEAUMOND
Hold, Sir.
WILLMORE
Beaumond! come fit to celebrate my Happiness; ah such a Womanfriend!
BEAUMOND
Do ye know her?
WILLMORE
All o'er, to be the softest sweetest Creature
BEAUMOND
I mean, do ye know who she is?
WILLMORE
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Nor care; 'tis the last Question I ever ask a fine Woman.
BEAUMOND
And you are sure you are thus well acquainted.
WILLMORE
I cannot boast of much acquaintance but I have pluckt a Rose from her Bosom or so and given it
her again we've past the hour of the Berjere together, that's all
BEAUMOND
And do you know this Lady is my Wife?
[Draw.]
WILLMORE
Hah! hum, hum, hum, hum
[Turns and sings, sees La Nuche, and returns quick with an uneasy Grimace.]
BEAUMOND
Did you not hear me? Draw.
WILLMORE
Draw, Sir what on my Friend?
BEAUMOND
On your Cuckold, Sir, for so you've doubly made me: Draw, or I'll kill thee
[Passes at him, he fences with his Hat, La Nu. holds Beau.]
WILLMORE
Hold, prithee hold.
LA NUCHE
Put up your Sword, this Lady's innocent, at least in what concerns this Evening's business; I own with
Pride I own I am the Woman that pleas'd so well to Night.
WILLMORE
La Nuche! kind Soul to bring me off with so handsom a lye: How lucky 'twas she happen'd to be here!
BEAUMOND
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False as thou art, why shou'd I credit thee?
LA NUCHE
By Heaven, 'tis true, I will not lose the glory on't.
WILLMORE
Oh the dear perjur'd Creature, how I love thee for this dear lying Virtue Harkye, Child, hast thou nothing
to say for thy self, to help us out withal?
[To Aria. aside.]
ARIADNE
I! I renounce ye false Man.
BEAUMOND
Yes, yes, I know she's innocent of this, for which I owe no thanks to either of you, but to my self who
mistook her in the dark.
LA NUCHE
And you it seems mistook me for this Lady; I favour'd your Design to gain your Heart, for I was told, that if
this Night I lost you, I shou'd never regain you: now I am yours, and o'er the habitable World will follow you,
and live and starve by turns, as Fortune pleases.
WILLMORE
Nay, by this Light, Child, I knew when once thou'dst try'd me, thou'dst ne'er part with me give me thy
Hand, no Poverty shall part us.
[Kisses her. so now here's a Bargain made without the formal Foppery of Marriage.]
LA NUCHE
Nay, faith Captain, she that will not take thy word as soon as the Parson's of the Parish, deserves not the
Blessing.
WILLMORE
Thou art reform'd, and I adore the Change.
[Enter the Guardian, Blunt, and Fetherfool.]
GUARDIAN
My Nieces stol'n, and by a couple of the Seignior's Men! the Seignior fled too! undone, undone!
WILLMORE
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Hah, now's my Cue, I must finish this Jest.
[Goes out. Enter Shift and Giant, Hunt and Dwarf.
GUARDIAN
Oh impudence, my Nieces, and the Villains with 'em! I charge ye, Gentlemen, to lay hold on 'em.
DWARF
For what, good Uncle, for being so courageous to marry us?
GUARDIAN
How, married to Rogues, Rascals, John Potages!
BLUNT
Who the Devil wou'd have look'd for jilting in such Hobgoblins?
FETHERFOOL
And hast thou deceiv'd me, thou foul filthy Synagogue? [Enter Willmore like a Mountebank as before.]
BLUNT
The Mountebank! oh thou cheating Quack, thou sophisticated adulterated Villain.
FETHERFOOL
Thou cozening, lying, Fortunetelling, Feetaking Rascal.
BLUNT
Thou jugling, conjuring, canting Rogue!
WILLMORE
What's the matter, Gentlemen?
BLUNT
Hast thou the Impudence to ask, who took my Money to marry me to this illfavour'd Baboon?
FETHERFOOL
And me to this foul filthy o'ergrown Chronicle?
BLUNT
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And hast suffered Rogues, thy Servants, to marry 'em: Sirrah, I will beat thee past Cure of all thy hardnam'd
Drugs, thy Guzman Medicines.
FETHERFOOL
Nay, I'll peach him in the Inquisition for a Wizard, and have him hang'd for a Witch.
SHIFT
Sir, we are Gentlemen, and you shall have the thirds of their Portion, what wou'd you more?
[Aside to the Guar.]
Look ye, Sir.
[Pulls off their Disguise.]
BLUNT
Hunt!
FETHERFOOL
Shift! We are betray'd: all will out to the captain.
WILLMORE
He shall know no more of it than he does already for me, Gentlemen.
[Pulls off his Disguise.]
BLUNT
Willmore!
FETHERFOOL
Ay, ay, 'tis he.
BLUNT
Draw, Sir you know me
WILLMORE
For one that 'tis impossible to cozen.
[All laugh.]
BEAUMOND
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Have a care, Sir, we are all for the Captain.
FETHERFOOL
As for that, Sir, we fear ye not, d'ye see, were you Hercules and all his Myrmidons.
[Draws, but gets behind.]
WILLMORE
Fools, put up your Swords, Fools, and do not publish the Jest; your Money you shall have again, on condition
you never pretend to be wiser than your other Men, but modestly believe you may be cozen'd as well as your
Neighbours.
[The Guardian talking with Hunt and Shift and Giant this while.]
FETHERFOOL
La you, Ned, why shou'd Friends fall out?
BLUNT
Cozen'd! it may be not, Sir; the Essex Fool, the cozen'd dull Rogue can shew Moveables or so nay, they
are right too
[Shews his Jewels.]
This is no Naples Adventure, Gentlemen, no Copper Chains; all substantial Diamonds, Pearls and Rubies
[Will. takes the Casket, and looks in it.]
LA NUCHE
Hah, do not I know that Casket, and those Jewels!
FETHERFOOL
How the Pox came this Rogue by these?
WILLMORE
Hum, Edward, I confess you have redeem'd your Reputation, and shall hereafter pass for a Wit by what
good fortune came you by this Treasure? what Lady
BLUNT
Lady, Sir! alas no, I'm a Fool, a Country Fop, an Ass, I; but that you may perceive your selves mistaken,
Gentlemen, this is but an earnest of what's to come, a small token of remembrance, or so and yet I have no
Charms, I; the fine Captain has all the Wit and Beauty but thou'rt my Friend, and I'll impart.
[Brings out Petronella veil'd.]
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Enter Aurelia and Sancho.]
AURELIA
Hither we trac'd her, and see she's yonder.
SANCHO
Sir, in the King's Name lay hold of this old Cheat, she has this Night robb'd our Patrona of a hundred
thousand Crowns in Money and Jewels.
BLUNT
Hah!
[Gets from her.]
LA NUCHE
You are mistaken, Friend Sancho, she only seiz'd 'em for my use, and has deliver'd 'em in trust to my Friend
the Captain.
PETRONELLA
Hah, La Nuche!
BLUNT
How! cozen'd again!
WILLMORE
Look ye, Sir, she's so beautiful, you need no Portion, that alone's sufficient for Wit.
FETHERFOOL
Much good may do you with your rich Lady, Edward.
BLUNT
Death, this Fool laugh at me too well, I am an errant rightdown Loggerhead, a dull conceited cozen'd
silly Fool; and he that ever takes me for any other, 'Dshartlikins, I'll beat him. I forgive you all, and will
henceforth be goodnatur'd; wo't borrow any Money? Pox on't, I'll lend as far as e'er 'twill go, for I am now
reclaim'd.
GUARDIAN
Here is a Necklace of Pearl lost, which, Sir, I lay to your Charge.
[To Fetherfool.]
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FETHERFOOL
Hum, I was bewitcht I did not rub off with it when it was mine who, I? if e'er I saw a Necklace of Pearl, I
wish 'twere in my Belly.
BLUNT
How a Necklace! unconscionable Rogue, not to let me share: well, there is no Friendship in the World; I hope
they'l hang him.
SHIFT
He'll ne'er confess without the Rack come, we'll toss him in a Blanket.
FETHERFOOL
Hah, toss me in a Blanket, that will turn my Stomach most villainously, and I shall disimbogue and discover
all.
SHIFT
Come, come, the Blanket.
[They lay hold on him.]
FETHERFOOL
Hold, hold, I do confess, I do confess
SHIFT
Restore, and have your Pardon.
FETHERFOOL
That is not in Nature at present, for Gentlemen, I have eat 'em.
SHIFT
'Sdeath, I'll dissect ye.
[Goes to draw.]
WILLMORE
Let me redeem him; here Boy, take him to my Chamber, and let the Doctor glyster him soundly, and I'll
warrant you your Pearl again.
FETHERFOOL
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If this be the end of travelling, I'll e'en to old England again, take the Covenant, get a Sequestrator's Place,
grow rich, and defy all Cavaliering.
BEAUMOND
'Tis Morning, let's home, Ariadne, and try, if possible, to love so well to be content to marry; if we find that
amendment in our Hearts, to say we dare believe and trust each other, then let it be a Match.
ARIADNE
With all my Heart.
WILLMORE
You have a hankering after Marriage still, but I am for Love and Gallantry. So tho by several ways we gain
our End, Love still, like Death, does to one Center tend,
EPILOGUE
POETS are Kings of Wit, and you appear
A Parliament, by PlayBill, summon'd here;
When e'er in want, to you for aid they fly,
And a new Play's the Speech that begs supply:
But now
The scanted Tribute is so slowly paid,
Our Poets must find out another Trade;
They've tried all ways th' insatiate Clan to please,
Have parted with their old Prerogatives,
Their Birthright Satiring, and their just pretence
Of judging even their own Wit and Sense;
And write against their Consciences, to show
How dull they can he to comply with you.
They've flatter'd all the Mutineers i'th' Nation,
Grosser than e'er was done in Dedication;
Pleas'd your sick Palates with Fantastick Wit,
Such as was ne'er a treat before to th' Pit;
Giants, fat Cardinals, Pope Joans and Fryers,
To entertain Right Worshipfuls and Squires:
Who laugh and cry Ads Nigs, 'tis woundy good,
When the fuger's all the Jest that's understood.
And yet you'll come but once, unless by stealth,
Except the Author be for Commonwealth;
Then half Crown more you nobly throw away,
And tho my Lady seldom see a Play,
She, with her eldest Daughter, shall be boxt that day.
Then Prologue comes, Adslightikins, crys Sir John,
You shall hear notable Conceits anon:
How neatly, Sir, he'll bob the Court and French King,
And tickle away you know who for Wenching.
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All this won't do, they e'en may spare their Speeches,
For all their greasing will not buy 'em Britches;
To get a penny new found ways must take,
As forming Popes, and Squibs and Crackers make.
In CoffeeHouses some their talent vent,
Rail for the Cause against the Government,
And make a pretty thriving living on't,
For who would let a useful Member want.
Things being brought to this distressed Estate,
'Twere fit you took the matter in Debate.
There was a time, when Loyally by you,
True Wit and Sense received Allegiance due,
Our King of Poets had his Tribute pay'd,
His Peers secur'd beneath his Laurel's shade.
What Crimes have they committed, they must be
Driven to the last and worst Extremity?
Oh, let it not be said of English Men,
Who have to Wit so just and noble been,
They should their Loyal Principles recant,
And let the glorious Monarch of it want.
THE END
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5. PROLOGUE, page = 4
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