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001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

VALENTINIAN 39 Pont. Thus I leave you, Yet fhall my Pray'rs, altho' my wretched Fortune Muft follow you no more , be ftill about you. Gods give you where you fight the Victory ! You cannot caft my wifhes. /Ecius. Come, my Lord/ Now to the Field again. Max. Alas poor Pontius ! I Exit, The End of the Third Aft. ACT. IV. S'CEN. II. Enter Chylax at one Door, Lycinius and Balbus at another. Lye TJOw now ! £~ \ chy. Shee's come. Balb. Then I'l to the Emperor/ [ Chy. Is the Mufick plac d well i Lye Excellent. . Chy. Lycinius, you and Procuhs receive em In the great Chamber at her Entrance. Lycin. Letusalorte. Chy. And do you here Lycinius. Prav let the Women ply her farther off. And with much more Difcretion, one word more Are all the Maskers ready ? Lycin. Take no care man. . *- * Chd. I am all over in a Sweat with Pimping; 'Tis a laborious moy ling Trade this. • [\£x.Balb* Enter Emperor, Balb. WProcul. Emp. Is fhe come ? Chy. She is, Sir ! but 'twere beft That }ou were laft feen to her. Etfff'

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

English

001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

IfeT.RAGEDY< 40 Emp. So I mean. Keep your Court empty Proculus. Proc. Tis done Sir. Emp. Be not too fudden to her. Chy. Good fweet Sir Retire and Man your felf: Let us alone, We are no Children this way: One thing Sir! 'Tis neceflary,.that her She-Companions Be cut offin the Lobby by the Women, They'l break the Bufinefs elfe. ■Emp. 'Tis true : They fhall. Chy. , Remember your Place, Proculus . J" roc. I warrant you L Ex. Emp. Balb. and Proculus. Enter Lucina, Claudia, Marcellina and Lycias. Chy I. "She enters / Who waits there ? The Emperor Calls for his Chariots , He will take the Air. Lucin. I am glad I came in fuch a happy hour When hee'l be abfent : This removes all Fears .; But Lyciaslezdme to my Lord, .Heav'n grant he be not gone. Lye 'Faith, Madam, that's uncertain / I'l run and fee. But if you mifs my Lord And find a better to fupply his Room, A Change fo happy will not difcontent you. — C Exit. Luc What means that unwonted Infolence of this Slave ? Now I begin to fear again. Oh — Honour, If ever thou hadft Temple in- weak Woman And Sacrifice of Modefty offer'd to Thee Hold me fall now and He be fafe for ever. Chy. The fair Lucina; Nay then I find Our Slander'd-Court has not finn'd up fohigh To fright all the good Angels from its Care, Since they have fent fo great a Blefling hither. Madam — I beg th' Advantage of my Fortune, Who as I am the firft have met you here, May humbly hope to be made proud and happy With the honour of your firft Command and Service. Lucin. Sir— I am fo far from knowing how to merit \ojr

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

English

001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

VALENTINIAN. 41 Your Service, that your Complements too much,- And I return it you with all my heart. You'l want it Sir, for thofe who know you better. Chy. Madam, I have the honour to be own'd By Miximus for his moft humble Servant, Which gives me Confidence. Marc. J^Iow Claudia, for a Wager, What thing is this that cringes to my Lady > Claud. Why fome grave States-man, by his looks a Courtier. Marc. Claudia a Bawd : By all my hopes a Bawd ! What ufe can reverend Gravity be of here, To any but a trufty Bawd ? States- men are markt for Fops by it, befides Nothing but Sin and Lazinefs could make him So very fat, and look fo fleftiy on't. Lucin. But is my Lord not gone yet do you fay Sir? Chy. He is not Madam, and muft take this kindly, Exceeding kindly of you, wondrous kindly, You come fo far to vifit him. i'le guide you. Lucin. Whither } Chy. Why to my Lord. Lucin. Is it impoffible To find him in this Place without a Guide, For I would willingly not trouble you > Chy. My only trouble, Madam, is my fear, I'm too unworthy of fo great an Honour. But here you're in the publick Gallery, Where th' Emperor muft pafs, unlefs you'd fee him. Lucin. Blefs me Sir— No— pray lead me any whither. My Lord cannot be long before he finds me. \hxeuxt . Enter Lycinius, Proculus, andMbus. Mufick. Lycin. She's coming up the Stairs: now the Mufick, And as that foftens— her love will grow warm, Till fhe melts down. Then Csfar lays his Stamp. Burn thefe Perfumes there. Proc. Peace, nonoife without. A O

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

English

001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

The TRAGEDY*?/ 42 A SONG. Nymph. "I Njurious Charmer of my vanquiffjt Heart, 8 Canfi thou feel Love, and yet no pity know .<? Since of my f&lffrom thee I cannot part, - Invent fome gentle Way to let me go. For what with Joy thou didfh obtain, And I with more did give ; In time wiU make theefalfe and vain, And me unfit to live. Shepherd. Frail Anael,that wou'dji leave a Heart forlorn With vain pretence falfljood therein might lye ; ' Steknot to cafl wildfhadows 0? re your (corn, Ton cannot fooner change than lean dye. To tedious life Ik never fall, Thrown from thy dear lovd Breafi ; He merits not to live at all, Who cares to live unbleji. Chor. Then let our flaming Hearts bejoynd, While in that fiacred fire j Ere thou prove falfe, or I unkind, Together both expire. Enter Chyl. Lucina, Claudia, Marcellina. Lucm. Where "th* Wretch, this Villain L^<? Pray Heav n my Lord be here 3 for now I fear it I am certainly betray 'd. Thiscurfed Ring Is either counterfeit or ftoln. Clmd. Your fear Does but difarm your Refolution Which may defend you in the wo'rft Extreams : Or if that fail. Are there not Gods and Angels > Litem. None m this Place I fear but evil ones. Heav n pity me. - Chy But tell me, deareft Madam, How do you like the Song? Lucin.

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

English

001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

VALENTINIAN. 43 Lucin. Sir, I am no Judge Of Mufick, and the words, I thank my Gods, I did not underftand. Chy, The Emperor Has the beft Talent at expounding 'em 3 You'l ne'r forget a LefTon of his Teaching. Lucin. Are you the worthy Friend of Maximus Would lead me to him } He fhall thank you Sir, As you defire. Chy. Madam, he fhall not need, I have a Mafter will reward my Service, When you have made him happy with your Love, For which he hourly languifhes Be kind [PVhiJpers. Lucin. The Gods fhall kill me firft. Chy. Think better on't. Tis fweeter dying in th' Emperor's Arms. Enter Phorba and Ardellia. But here are Ladies come to fee you, Madam, They'l entertain you better. I but tire you 3 Therefore Fie leave you for a while, and bring Your lov'd Lord to you [Exit. Lucin. Then Fie thank you. I am betray'd for certain. Phorb. You are a welcome Woman. Ard. Blefs me Heaven ! How did you find your way to Court > Lucin. I know not 3 would I had never trod it. Phorb. Prithee tell me. - [Call Emperor behind, Good pretty Lady, and dear fweet Heart, love us, For we love thee txtreamly. Is not this Place A Paradife to live in ? Lucin. Yes to you, Who know no Paradife but guilty Pleafure. Ard. Heard you the Mufick yet? Lucin. 'Twas nonetome. Phor. You muft not be thusfroward. Well, this Gown Is one oth' prettied, by my troth Ardelia, I ever faw yet 3 'twas not to frown in, Madam. G 2 Yo»

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

English

001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

The TRAGEDY of 44 You put this Gown on when you came. Ard. How dee ye? Alas, poor Wretch, how cold it is ! Lucin. Content you. I am as well as may be, and as temperate, So you will let me be fo W7here's my Lord ? For that's thebufinefslcome for hither. Phor. We'l lead you to him : he's i'th' Gallery. Ard. We'l ftiew you all the Court too. Lucin.Shew me him,& you have fhew'd me all I come to look on. Phor. Come on, we'l be your Guides 3 and as you go, We have fome pretty Tales to tell you, Madam, Shall make you merry too. You come not hither To be fad, Lucina. Lucin. Would I might not [Exeunt. Enter Chylax and Balbus in hajie. Chyl. Now fee all" ready, Balbus : run. Balb. I fly Boy r£^ £hJ- The Women by this time are warning of her, If (he holds out them 3 the Emperor Takes her to task he has her Hark, I hear 'em. Enter Emperor drawing in Lucina. Ring. Emp. Would you have run away fo fitly, Madam ? Lucin. I befeech you Sir, Gonfider what I am, and whofe. Emp. I do fo. For wbat you are, I am fill'd with fuch Amaze, So far tranfported with Defire and Love, My flippery Soul flows to you while I fpeak, And whofe you were, I care not, for now you aremine Who love you, and. will doat on you more Than you do on yourVertue. Lucin. Sacred C&fiar. Emp, You fhall not kneel to me 3 rife. Lncin. Look upon me, And if you be fo cruel to abufe me, ,

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

English

001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

VALENTINEAN. 45 A Think how the Gcds will take it. Does this Face- Afflict your Soul ? lie hide it from you ever 3 Nay more, I will become fo leprous, That you fhall curfe me from you. My dear Lord Has ever ferv'd you truly— fought your Battels, As if he daily long'd to die for Lafar 3 ■ Was never Traitor Sir, nor never tainted, In all the Aftions of his Life. Ewp. How high does this fantaftick Vertuefwell ? She thinks it Infamy to pleafe too well. [Afide. I know it ti [To her. Lucin. Flis Merits and his Fame have grown together, Together flourifh'd like two fpreading Cedars, Over the Roman Diadem. O let not. (As you have a Heart that's humane in you) The having of an honeft Wife decline him 3 Let not my Vertue be a Wedge to break him, Much lefs my Shame his undelerv'd Difhonour. I do not think you are fo bad a man 3 I know Report belyes you 3 you are Ctfar, Which is the Father of the Empires Glory : You are too near the Nature of the Gods, To wrong the weakeft of all Creatures, Woman. Emp. I dare not do it here. Rife, fair Lucina. [Ajide. When you believe me worthy, make me happy Chylax 3 wait on her to her Lord within. Wipe your fair Eye. [Exeunt Ah Love ! ah curfed Boy ! Where art thou that torments me thus unfeen, And rageft with thy Fires within my Breaft, With idle purpofe toinflame her Heart, Which is as inaccefiible and cold, As the proud tops of thofe afpiring Hills, Whofe Heads are wrapt in everlaftingSnow, Tho' the hot Sun roll o're 'em every day ? And as his Beams, which only fhineabove, Scorch and confume in Regions round below, Soft Love which throws fuch brightnefs thro' her eyes, Leaves her Heart cold, and burns me'ather feet 3 My Tyrant, but her flattering Slave thou art,

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

English

001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

ATRAGEDY of 46 A Glory round her lovely Face, a Fire within my Heart. Who waits without ? Lycinius? Enter Lycinius. Lycin. My Lord. Emp. Where are the Mafquers that fhould dance to night? Lycin. In the old Hall Sir, going now topraftife. Emp. About it ftrait. 'Fwillferve to draw away Thofe liftning Fools, who trace it in the Gallery 3 And if by chance odd noifes fhould be heard, As Womens Shrieks, or fo, fay, 'tis a Play Is practifwg within. Lycin. The Rape of Lucrece, Or fome fuch merry Prank It fhall be done Sir. [Ex, Emp. 'Tis nobler like a Lion to invade/ Where Appetite direds, and feize my Prey, Than to wait tamely like a begging Dog, Till dull Confent throws out the Scraps of Love. I fcorn thofe Gods who feek to crofs my Wilhes, And will infpite of 'em be happy : Force Of all the Powers is the moft generous 3 For what that gives, it freely does beftow, Without the after- Bribe of Gratitude. Fie plunge into a Sea of my Defires, And quench my Fever, tho' I drown my Fame, - And tear up Pleafure by the Roots : No matter Tho' it never grow again 3 what fhall enfue, Let Gods and Fate look to it 3 'tis their Buiinefs. [Exit SCENE HI. Opens and difcovers 5 or 6 Dancing-mafiers pra&ifing. 1 Dan. That is the damn'ft fhuffling Step, Pox on't. 2 Dan. I (hall never hit it. Thou haft naturally All the neat Motions of a merry Tailor, Ten thoufand Riggles with thy Toes inward, Cut clear and ftrong : let thy Limbs play about thee 5

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

English

001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

VALENTINIAN. 47 Keep time, and hold thy Back upright and firm : It may prefer thee to a waiting Woman. i Dan. Or to her Lady, which is worfe. Enter Lycinius. [Ten din at. Lycin. Blefs me, the loud Shrieks and horrid Outcries Of the poor Lady ! Ravilhing d'ye call it ? She roars as if ftie were upon the Rack : 'Tis ftrange there fhould be fuch a difference Betwixt half- ravilhing, which moft Women love, And through force, which takes away all Blame, And fhould be therefore welcome to the vertuous. Thefe tumbling Rogues, I fear, have overheard 'em _. But their Ears with their Brains are in their Heels. Good morrow Gentlemen : What is all perfect ? I have taken care Your Habits fhall be rich and glorious. 3 Dan. That will fet off. Pray fit down and fee, How the laft Entry I have made will pleafe you. Second Dance. Lycin. 'Tis very fine indeed. 2 Dan. I hope fo Sir [Ex. Dancers. Enter Chyl. Proculus W Lycias. Proc. 'Tis done Lycinitts. Lycin. How? Proc. I blufh to tell it. If there be any Juftice, we are Villains, And muft be fo rewarded. Lycias. Since 'tis done, I take it is not time now to repent it, Let's make the beft of oar Trade. Chy. Now Vengeance take it : Why (hould not he have fettl'd on a Beauty, Whofe Modefty ftuck. in a piece of TifTue > Or one a Ring might rule ? or fuch a one That had a Husband itching to be honourable, And ground to get it ? If he muft have Women, And

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

English

001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

The TRAGEDY of 48 [Exeunt. newly uk And no allay without 'em, why not thofe That know the Myftery, and arebeft able To play a Game with judgment, fuch as fhe is ? Grant they be won with long fiege, endlefs travel, And brought to opportunities with millions, Yet when they come to Motion, their cold Vertue Keeps 'em like Beds of Snow. Lycin. A good Whore Had fav'd all this, and happily as wholfom, And the thing once done as well thought of too. But this fame Chaftity forfooth. Chy. A Pox on't. Why fhould not Women be as free as we are ? They are, but will not own it, and far freer, And the more bold you bear your felf, morewelcom, And there is nothing you dare fay but Truth, But they dare hear. Proc. No doubt of it away, Let them who can repent, go home and pray. Scene opens, difcovers tF Emperors Chamber. Lucina bound by th' Emperor. Emp. Your only Vertue now is Patience, Be wife and fave your Honour 3 if you talk . Lucin. As long as there is Life in this Body, And Breath to give me words, He cry for Juftice. Emp. Juftice will never hear you 3 1 am Juftice. Lucin. Wilt thou not kill me Monfter, Ravifher ? Thou bitter Baneo'th' Empire, look upon me, And if thy guilty eyes dare fee the Ruines Thy wild Luft hath laid level with Difhonour, The facrilegious razing of that Temple, The Tempter to thy black fins would have blulht at. Behold, and curfe thy felf. The Gods will find thee, That's all my Refuge now, for they are righteous 5 Vengeance and Horror circle thee. The Empire, In wnich thou liv'ft a ftrong continu'd Surfeit,

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

English

001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

VALENT1NIAN. Like Poyton will difgorge thee 3 good men raze thee From ever being read agen 5 Chaft Wives and fearful Maids make Vows againft thee 5 Thy worft Slaves, when they hear of this, (hall hate thee, And thofe thou haft corrupted, firft fall from thee, And if thou let'ft me live, the Souldier Tired with thy Tyrannies break thro' Obedience, And (hake his ftrong Steel at thee. Emp. This prevails not, Nor any Agony you utter Madam: If I have done a fin, curfe her that drew me 3 Curie the firft Caufe, the Witchcraft that abus'd me 3 Curfe your fair Eyes, and curfe that heav'nly Beauty, And curfe your being good too. Lucin. Glorious Thief! What reftitu.ion canft thou make to lave me ? Emp. Tie ever love and ever honour you. Litem. Thou canft not 5 Tor that which was my Honour, thou haft murder'd 3 And can there be a Love in Violence ? Emp. You fhall be only mine. Lucin. Yet I like better Thy Villainy than Flattery 3 that's thy own, The other bafely counterfeit. Fly from me, Or fur thy fafeties fake and wifdom kill me 3 For I am worfe than thou art: Thou maift pray, And fo recover Grace 1 am loft for ever, And if thou let'ft me live, thou'rt loft thy felf too. Emp. I fear no lofs but Love 1 ftand aboveit. Lucin. Gods ! what a wretched thing has this man mae'e me ? For I am now no Wife for Maximus 3 N ..Company for Women th3t are vertuous 3 No Family I now can claim or Countrey, Nor Name but Cafar's Whore : Oh facred Cdfar ! ( For that fhould be your Title) was your Empire, Your Rods and Axes that are Types of Juftice, And from the Gods themfelves to ravifh Women. The Curfes that I owe to Enemies, ev'n thofe the Sabins fent, When Romulus (as thou haft me) ravilht their noble Maids, Ma de more and heavier light on thee. H Emp

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

English

001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

The TRAGEDY of 50 Emp. This helps not. Lucin. The CmsofTarquin be remember'd inthee, And where therehasachaft Wife been abus'd, Let it be thine, the Shame thine, thine the Slaughter, And laft for ever thine the fear'd Example. Where fhall poor Vertue live now I am fallen? What can your Honours now and Empire make me, But a more glorious Whore ? Emp. A better Woman. If you be blind and fcorn it, who can help it? Come leave thefe Lamentations 3 you do nothing But make a noife 1 am the fame man ftill, Were it to do agen : Therefore be wifer 3 by all This holy Light I would attempt it. You are fo excellent, and made to ravifh, There were no pleafure in you elfe. Lucin. Oh Villain! Emp. So bred for man's Amazement, that my Reafon And every help to do me right has left me : The God of Love himfelf had been before me, Had he but Eyes to fee you, tell mejuftly ■ How ftiould I choofebuterr — -then if you will Be mine 3nd only mine (for you are fo precious) I envy any other fhould enjoy you 3 Almoft look on you, and your daring Husband Shall know he has kept anOffring from th' Emperor, Too holy for the Altars be the greateft 3 More than my felf I'le make you 3 if you will not, Sit down with this and filence : for which wifdom, You fhall have ufe of me, if you divulge it, Know I am far above the faults I do, And thofe I do, lam able to forgive 3 And where your credit in the telling of it May be with glofs enough fufpeded, mine Is as my own Command fhall make it. Princes Tho' they be fometimes fubjeft to loofo Wbifpers, Yet wear they two edg'd Swords for open Cenfuies _ four Husband cannot help you, nor the Souldiers 3 Your Hu.b_.nd is my Creature, they my Weapon1--, And only where I bid 'em il.rik.e- -I ked 'em, Nor

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

English

001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

VALENTINIAN. 5I Nor can the Gods be angry at this Action, Who as they made me greateft, meant me happieft, Which I had never been without this pleafure. Confider, and farewel. You'l find your Women Waiting without. [Ex Emperor. Litem. Deftru&ion find thee. Now which way (hall I go— my honeft Houfe Will (hake to (belter me— my Husband fly me, My Family, Becaufe they're honeft, and defire to be fo. Is this the end of Goodnefs? This the price Of all my early pray'rs to protect me ? Why then I fee there is no God— but Power, Nor Vertue now alive that cares for us, But what is either lame or fenfual 5 How had I been thus wretched elfe ? Enter Maximus and _/Ecius. JEcius. Let Titus Command the Company that Pontius loft. Max. Hownowfweet Heart! What make you here a nd thus ? JEcius. Lucina weeping. This is fome ftrange offence. Max. Lookup and tell me. Why art thou thus ? my Ring ! oh Friend I have found it ! You are at Court then.- Lucin. This and that vile Wretch Lycias brought me hither. Max. Rife and go home. I have my Fears, JEcius. Oh my beft Friend ! I am ruin'd. Go Lucina, Already in thy tears I've read thy Wrongs. Already found a C<efar .<? Go thou Lilly, Thoufweetly drooping Flower 3 be gone, I fay, And if thou dar'ft— outlive this Wrong. Lucin. I dare not. JEcius. Is that the Ring you loft ? Max. That, that JEcius, That curfed Ring, my felf and all my Fortunes have undone. Thus pleas'dth' Emperor, my noble Mafter, For all my Services and Dangers for him, Ha To

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

English

001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

Ibi TRAGEDY of 52 To make me my own Pandar ! was this Juftice ? Oh my JEcim fhave I liv'd to bear this ? Lucin. Farewel for ever Sir. Max. That's a lad faying 3 But fuch a one becomes you well, Lucina. And yet methinks we fhould not part fo flightly 5 Our Loves have been of longer growth, more rooted Than the (harp blaftofone Farewel can fcatter. Kifs me — I find no C<efar here. Thefe Lips Taftenotof Ravilher, in my. opinion. Was it notfo? Lncin. Oyes. Max. I dare believe you. I know him and thy truth too well to doubt it. Oi my mod dear Lncina ! oh my Comfort ! Thou Bleflingof my Youth ! Life of my Life ! JEciu.. I have feen enough to dagger my Obedience. Hold me, ye equal Gods t this is too linful. Max. Why wert thou chofen out to make a Whore of} Thou only among millions of thy Sex } Unfeignedly vertuous! fall, fall chryftal Fountains, And ever feed your Streams, you riling Sorrows, Till you have wept your Miftrefs into marble. Now go for ever from me. L nan. A long farewel Sir ! And as I have been faithful, Gods, think on me. JEcius. Madam farewel, fince you refolve to die. Which well confider'd, If you can ceafea while from thefe ftrange thoughts, I with were rather alter'd. Lucin. No. JEcius. Miftake not. I would not ftain your Vertue for the Empire, Nor any way decline you to Difhonour : It is not my profeffion, but a Villain's 3 I find and feel your lofs as deep as you do, And ftill am the fame JEcins, (till as honed; The fame Life 1 have ftill for Uaximns, The fame Sword wear for you where Jufticebids trie, And 'tis no dull one. Therefore mifconeeive me not.

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

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1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

V ALENTINIAN. 53 All Only I'd have you live a little longer. Lucin. Alas Sir! why Am I not wretched enough already ? JEcius. To draw from that wild man a fweet repentance, And goodnefs in his days to come. Max. They are fb. And will be ever coming, my JEcius. JEcius. For who knows but the fight of you, prefenting His fwoln (ins at the full, and your wrong'd Vertue, May like a fearful Vifion fright his Follies, And once more bend him right again, which Bieffing If your dark Wrongs would give you leave to read, Is more than Death, and the Reward more glorious. Death only eafes you. This the whole Empire Befides compell d and forc'd by violence, To what was done. The deed was none of yours 3 For (hould th' eternal Gods defire to perifb, Becaufe we daily violate theirTruth, Which is the Chaftity of Heav'n? No Madam — Lucin. The Tongues of Angels cannot alter me. For could the World again reft ore my Honour, As fair andabfolute as ere I bred it, That World I fhould not tiuft 3 again, the Emperor Can by my Life get nothing but my Story, Which whilft I breathe muft be his Infamy : And where you counfel me to live, that C<efar May fee hi_ Errors and repent 3, Tie tell you, His Penitence is but increafe of Pleafure 5 His Pray'rs are never faid but to deceive us 3 And when he weeps, (as you think, for his Vices) 'Tis but as killing Drops from baleful Yew-trees, That rot his harmlefs; Neighbours, if he can grieve As one that yet defires his'free Converfion, l'le leave him Robes to mourn in— my fad Afhes. JEcius. The Farewel then of happy Souls be with thee, And to thy Memory be ever furig, The Praife^ of a juft aqdconftant Woman :• This fad day whilft Hive, aSouldier'sTears Tie offer on thy Monument. Max. All that is chaff upon thy Tomb _hallflouri(h 3

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

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1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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The TRAGEDY of 54 All living Epitaphs be thine 3 Times Story, And what is left behind to piece our Lives, Shall be no more abus'd with Tales and Trifles. JEcius. But full of thee ftand to Eternity, Once more fafewel — Go find EJizium, There where deferving Souls are crown'd with Bleffings. Max. There where no vicious Tyrants come : Truth,Honour, Are keepers of that bleft Place 3 go thither. £E*. Lucina. JEcius. Gods give thee Juftice. His Thoughts begin to work, I fear him yet 3 He ever was a worthy Roman, but I know not what to think on't. He has fuffer'd Beyond a man, if he ftand this. Max. JEcius, Am I alive, or has a dead-Sleep feiz'd me ? It was my Wife th' Emperor abus'd thus, And I muft fay — I am glad I had her for him. Muft I not JEcius .<? JEcius. I am ftricken With fuch a ftiff Amazement, that no Anfwer Can readily come from me, nor no Comfort. Will you go home, or go to my Houfe ? Max. Neither. I have no home, and you are mad JEcius, To keep me Company — I am a Fellow. My own Sword would forlake, not tyed to me. By Heav'n I dare do nothing. JEcius. You do better. Max: I am made a branded Slave, JEcius, Yet I muft blefs the Maker. Death on my Soul ! fhall I endure this tamely ? Muft Maximus be mention'd for his Wrongs ? lama Child too 3 what do I do railing ? I cannot mend my felf. 'Twas Cafar did it. And what am I to him ? JEcius. 'Tis well remember'd 3 £>o/ However you are tainted, be not Traitor. Max. O that thou wert not living, and my Friend ! JEcius. I'le bear a wary Eye upon your Actions : I fear you, Maximus, nor can I blame you,

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

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1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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VALENTINIAN. 55 If you break out 3 for by the Gods, your Wrong Defervesa general Ruine. Do you love me ? Max. That's all I have to live on. JEcius. Then go with me. You (hall not to your own Houfe. Max. Nor to any. My Griefs are greater far than Walls can compafss And yet I wonder how it happens with me. I am not dang'rous, and in my Confcience, Should I now fee the Emperor i'th' heat on't, I fhould fcarce blame, him for't : an awe runs thro me, I feel it fenfibly that binds me to it, 'Tis at my Heart now, there it fits and rules, And methinks 'tis a pleafure to obey it. JEcius. This is a Mask to cozen me. I know you, And how far you dare do. No Roman farther, Nor with more fearlefs valour, and i'le watch you. Max. Is a Wifes lofs— : More than the fading of a few frelh Colours? JEcius. No more, Maximus, To one that truly lives. , m.uta Max. Why then I care not 3 1 can live well enough, mcius _- For look you, Friend, for Vertue and thofe Tnties, They may be bought they fay. Mcius. He'scraz'd a little. His grief has made him talk things from his nature. Will you go any ways? Max. Tie tell thee Friend, If my Wife for all tbisftiould be a Whore now, 'Twoud vex me, For I am not angry yet. The Emperor Is young and handfom^and the Woman Fleln, And may not thefe two couple without Scracjung? JEcius. Alas, my Maximus \ Max. Alas not me,I am not wretched,for there's no man miferable But he that makes himfelffo. JEciits. Will you walk yet ? Max.C 3 me,come3me dares not die,Friend,that s the truth on * She knows the enticing- Sweets and Delicacies Of a young Princes Pleafure, and 1 thank her.

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

English

001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

J'..TRAGEDYof 56 She has made way for Maximus to rife. Wilt not become me bravely ? JEcius. Deareft Friend, Thefe wild words (hew your violated mind, Urg'd with the laft extremity of grief 3 Which fince I cannot like a Man redrefs, With tears I muft lament it like a Child 5 For when 'tis defir does the injury, Sorrow is all the Remedy I know. Max. Tis then a certain truth that I am wrong'd, Wrong'd in that barbrous manner I imagin'd : Alas, I was in hopes I had been mad, And thatthefe Horrors which invade my Heart, Were but diffracted melancholy Whimfeys : But they are real truths (it feems) and I The laft of men, and vileft of all Beings. Bear me cold Earth, who am too weak to move Beneath my load of Shame and Mifery ! Wrong'd by my lawful Prince, robb'd of my Love, Branded with everlafting infamy. Take pity Fate, and give me leave to die : Gods ! would youbeador'd for being good, Or only fear'd for proving mifchievous ? How would you have your Mercy underftood ? Who could create a Wretch like Maximus, Ordain'd tho' guiltlefs to be infamous ? Supream firft Caufesl you, whence all things flow, Whofe infinitenefs does each little fill, You, who decree each feeming Chance below, (So great in Power) were you as good in Will, How could you ever have produc'd fuch ill ? Had your eternal minds been bent to good ? Could humane happinefs have prov'd folame, Rapine, Revenge, In juftice, third of Blood, Griefj Anguilh, Horror, Want, Defpair and Shame, Had never found a Being nor a Name. Tis therefore lefs impiety to fay, Evil with you has Coeternity, Than blindly taking it the other way, That merciful and of election free, You

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

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001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

VALENTINIAN. 57 2 You did create the mifchiefs you forefee. Wretch that I am, on Heav'n to exclame, When this poor tributary Worm below, More than my felf in nothing but in name, Who durft invade me with this fatal Blow, I dare not crufh in the revenge I owe. Not all his Power fhall the wild Monfter fave j Him and my fhame Fie tread into one Grave. JEcius. Does he but feem fo > Or is he mad indeed ? Now to reprove him, Were council loft 3 but fomething muft be done With fpeed and care, which may prevent that Fate Which threatens this unhappy Emperor. Max. OGods! my Heart, would it would fairly break 5 Methinks I am fomewhat wilder than I was, And yet I thank the Gods I know my Duty. Enter Claudia. Clai(d. Forgive me my fad Tidings Sir She*s dead, Max. Why fo it (hould be [He rijes'] How ? Claud. When firft (he enter'd Into the Houfe, after a world of weeping, And blufhing like the Sun-fet Dare I, faid fhe, defile my Husband's Houfe, Wherein his fpotlefs Family has flourifht > At this (he fell Choakt with a thoufand (ighs ! And now the pleas'd expiring Saint, Her dying Looks, where new born Beauty Urines, Oppreft with Blufhes, modeftly declines, While Death approacht with a Majeftick Grace, Proud to look lovely once in fuch a Face : Her Arms fpread to receive her welcome Gueft, With a glad figh (he drew into her Breaft : Her Eyes then languishing tow'rds Heaven (he caft, To thank the Powers that Death was come at laft. And at the approach of the cold filent God 5 Ten thoufand hidden Glories rufh'd abroad. Max. No more of this Begon. Now my JEciuSy If thou' wilt dome pleafure, weep a little, I

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

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Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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58 The TRAGEDY of I am fo parcht I cannot Your Example Has taugjit my tears to flow Now lead away Friend, And as we walk together Let us pray, I may not fall from truth, JEcius. That's nobly fpoken. Max. Was I not wild-, JEcius .<? JEcius. You were troubled. Max. I felt no forrows then, but now my Grief, Like feftering Wounds grown cold begins to fmart, The raging Anguifh gnaws and tears my Heart. Lead on and weep, but do not name the Woman. [Exeunt, The End of the fourth AB, A C T V. SCENE I. JEcius Solus* A Letter. Mcius. T OOK down, ye equal Gods, and guide my heart, l_j Or it will throw upon my hands an act Which after Ages (hall record with horror: As well may I kill my offended Friend, As think to punifh my offending Prince. The Laws of Friend(hip we our felves create, And 'tis but fimple Villany to break era y But Faith to Princes broke, is Sacriledge, An injury to the Gods, And that loft Wretch Whole Breaft is poyfon'd with fo vile a Purpofe, Tears Thunder down from Heav'n on his own head, And leaves a Curfe to his Pofterity : Judge him your felves, ye mighty Gods, who know Why you permit fometimes that Honour bleed, That Faith be broke, and Innocence oppreft.

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

English

001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

VALENTINIAN. 59 My Duty's my Religion, and howe re The great Account may rife 'twixt him and you, Through all his Crimes I fee your Image on him, And muft protect it no way then but this, To draw far off the injur'd Maximus, And keep him there faft Prifoner to my Friendfhip 5 Revenge fhall thus be flatter'd or deftroy'd, And my bad Mafter whom I blufh to ferve, Shall by my means at leaft be fafe. This Letter Informs him I am gone to JEgypt, there I fhall live fecure and innocent 3 His fins (hall ne're o'retake me, nor his fears, Enter Proculus. Here comes one for my Purpofe, Procutus 3 Well met, I have aCourtefie to ask of you. Proc. Of me, my Lord ! Is there a Houfe on fire ? Or is there fome knotty Point now in debate Betwixt your Lordlhip and the Scavengers ? For you have fuch a popular, and publick Spirit, As in dull times of Peace will not difdain The meaneft opportunity to ferve your Country. JEcius. You witty Fools are apt to get your Heads broke : This is no feafon for Buffooning Sirrah 3 Though heretofore I. tamely have endur'd t ' Before th' Emperour your ridiculous Mirth, Think not you have a Title to be fawcy 5 When Monkey's grow mifchievous, they are whipt, Chain'd up and whipt. There has been mifchief done, And you (I hear) a wretched Jnftrument : Look to't, when e're I draw this Sword to punilh, You and your grinning Crew will tremble, Slaves 3 Nor (hall the ruin'd world afford a Corner To (belter you, nor that poor Princes Bofom, You have invenom'd and polluted fo 5 As if the Gods were willing it (hould be A Dungeon for fuch Toads to crawl and croak in. Proc! All this in earned to your humbleft Creature ? Nay, then my Lord, I muft no more pretend '' I 2 With

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

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001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

The TRAGEDY of 60 With my poor Talent to divert your Ears 3 Since my well-meaning Mirth is grown offenfive. Tho' Heav'n can tell, There's not fo low an Aft of fervile Duty, I wou'd not with more Pride throw my felf on, For great JEcius's fake, than gain a Province, Or (hare with Valentinian in his Empire. JEcius. Thou art fo fawning and fo mean a Villain, That I difdain to hate, tho" I defpife thee * When e're thou art not fearful, thou art fawcy j Be fo again, my Pardon gives thee leave, And todeferve it, carry this my Letter To the Emperor : Tell him I am gone for JEgypt, And with me, Maximus 3 'twas foarce fit we two Should take our leaves of him : Pray ufe your Intereft He may forgive us. 'Fwill concern you much, For when we are gone, to be bafe vicious Villains, Will prove lefs dang'rous [Exit iEcius. Proc. What the Devil pofleffes This rufty Back and Breaft without a Head-Piece ? Villains and Vicious ! Maximus and JEgypt ! This may be Treafon, or lie make it fo ; The Emperor's apt enough to fears and jeafoufies 3 Since his late Rape. I muft blow up the fire, And aggravate this doating Hero's Notions, Till they fuch Terrors in the Prince have bred, May coft the Fool his worft part, that's his Head. [Exit, SCENE II. Enter Emperottr, Lycmius, Chylax, and Balbut, Emp. Dead> Balb. 'Tis too certain. Emp. How? Lycin. Grief and Difgrace, As people fay. Emp. No more, I have too much on't, Too much by you. You whetters of my Follies 5 Ye AngeF&rmers of my fins 3 but Devils,

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

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1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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VALENT1NIAN. 61 Where is your cunning now ? you would work Wonders. There was no Chaftity above your practice 3 You'd undertake to make her love her Wrongs, And doat upon her Rape. Mark what I tell you, If fhe be dead! Chy. Alas Sir! Emp. Hang you Rafcals. Ye blafters of my Youth, if fhe be gone, Twere better ye had been your Fathers Camels, Groan'd under weights of W00U and Water. Am I not Cafar ? Lycin. Mighty, and our Maker • Emp. Then thus have given my Pleafures to deftruction Look (he be living, Slaves ' Chy. We are no Gods, Sir, If (he be dead, to make her live again. Emp. She cannot dye, (he rouft not dye: are thofe I plant my Love upon but common livers ? Their Hours told out to 'em > Can they be Alhes> Why do you flatter a belief in me, That I am all that is > The World my Creature 3 The Trees bring forth their Fruit, when I fay Summer 3 The Wind that knows no limits but its wildnefs, At my command moves not a Leaf: The Sea, With his proud mountain- Waters envying Heav n, When I fay ftill, runs into chryftal Mirrors. Can I do this and (he dye > Why ye Bubbles, That with my leaft breath break, no more remember d, Ye Moths that fly about my Flames and perifti 3 Why do ye make me God, that can do nothing ? Is (he not dead > t . Chy. All Women are not dead with her. Emp. A common Whore ferves you, and far above you, The Pleafures of a Body lam'd with lewdnefs, A meer perpetual Motion makes you happy. Am I a man to traffick with Difeafes ? You think, becaufe ye have bred me up to Plealures, And almoft run me over all the rare ones, Your Wives will ferve the turn 3 I care not for em, Your Wives are Fencers Whores, and fhall be Footmen. , ?

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

English

001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

The TRAGEDY of 62 Tho'Tometimes my Fantaftick Luft or Scorn, Has made you Cuckolds for variety 5 I wou'd not have ye hope or dream, ye poor ones, Always fo great a Bleffing from me. Go, Get your own Infamy hereafter Rafcals 3 ye enjoy Each one an Heir, the Royal Seed of Cyifar, And I may curfe ye for it. Thou Lycinius, Haft fuch a Mefielina, fuch a Lais, The Backs of Bulls cannot content, nor Stallions, The fweat of fifty men anight doesr nothing. Lycin. I hope Sir, you know better things of her. £*»/>. Tis Oracle, The City can bear witnefs, thine's a Fool, Chylax, Yet (he can tell her twenty, and all Lovers, All have lain with her tod 5 and all as (he is, Rotten and ready for. an HofpitaTi Yours is a holy Whore, friend Balbus. Balb. Well Sir. Emp. One that can pray away the Sins (he fuffers, But not the Punifhment 3 (he has had ten Baftards, Five of 'em now are Lictors, yet fhe prays. She has been the Song ofRome aftd common Pafquil, Since I durft fee a Wencb, fhe Was Camp-Miftrefs, And mufter'd all the Cohorts, paid 'em too, They have it yet to (hew, and yet (he prays. She is now to. enter old Men turn'd Children, That have forgot their Rudiments 3 and am I hi Left for thefe wither'd Vices ? And was there but ofte. But one of all the World that could content me, And fnatcht away in (hewing ? if your Wives Be not yet Witches, or your felves? now be fo, And fave your Lives 3 raife me the deareft Beauty, As when I forc'd her full of Chaftity, Or by the Gods — Lycin. Moft facred Cafar. , Emp. Slaves. Enter

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

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1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

VALENTIN! AN. 63 A Enter' Proculus. Proc. Hail C<efar, Tidings of Concern and Danger, My Meffage does contain in furious planner, With Oaths and Threatnirtg..' dein JEcius, 'a Enjoy n'd me on the peril of my life, To give this Letter into Cafiars hands, Arm'd at all points, prepar d> to march he ftands, With crowds of mutinous Officers about him, Among thefe, full of Anguifh.and Defpair, Like pale Tyfiphone along Hell-brinks, Plotting Revenge and'Ruine- Maximus With Ominous afpect walks in filent horror, In threatning Murmurs and harfh broken fpeeches, They talk of JEgypt and their Provinces, - Of Cohorts ready with their lives to ferve 'em, And then with bitter Curfes they nam'd you. Emp. Go tell thy fears' to thy Companions, Slave! For 'tis a Language princes- underftand not 3 ' Be gone, and leave me to my felf. ; [Ex. all but Emperor The names of Mcius and of Maximus, Run thro' me like a Fever, (hake and burn me 3 But; to my Slaves I muft not (hew my P°°rnefs. They know me vicious, (hou'd they find I me -bafe, How would the- Villains fcom me and mlult > 1 Letter. He reads. Would fome God infpire me \mth another way to ferve you, I would not thus fly from you without leave 3 but Maximus his wrongs have toucht too many, andjhoulct HTZtce here incourage'em, dangers to you might Mot, 3 In igypt he will be more forgot, and you morefafe by hts Abfence. Emp. A Plot, by Heav'n ! a Plot laid for my Life, This is too fubtle for my dull friend Mcius 3 Heav'n give you Sir, abetter fervant to guard you,

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

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1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

The TRAGEDY of 64 A faithfuller you will never find than JEcius, Since he refents his Friends Wrongs, he'l revenge 'em 3 I know the Souldiers love him more than Heav'n, Me they hate more than Peace 3 what this may breed If dull lecurity and confidence Let him grow up, a Foot may find and laugh at. Who waits there ? Procuhs. Enter Proculus. Well, haft thou obferv'd The growing pow'r and pride of this Mcius ? He writes to me with terms of Infolence, And (hortly will rebel, if not prevented 3 But in my bafe lew'd Herd of vicious Slaves, There's not a man that dares ftand up to ftrike At my Command, and kill this riGng Traitor. Proc. The Gods forbid C&fiar fhould thus be ferv'd, The Earth will fwallow him, did you command it ! But I have ftudy'd a fafe fure way, How he (hall dye and your will ne're fufpe&ed. A Souldiers waits without, whom he has wrong'd, Cafhier'd, difgrac'd, and turn'd to beg or ftarve. This fellow for revenge wou'd kill the Devil 3 Encouragement of Pardon and Reward, Which in your name lie give him inftantly, Will make him fly more fwiftly on the Murther, Than longing Lovers to their firft appointment. Emp. Thou art the wifeft, watchful, wary Villain, And (halt partake thefecrets of my foul, And ever feel my Favour and my Bounty. Tell the poor Souldier he (hall be a General, Mcius once dead. Prcc. Ay, there y'have found the point Sir, If he can be fo brutifh to believe it. Emp. Oh never fear! urge it with Confidence. What will not fhtter'd ano-ry fools believe? Minutes are precious, loofe not one. Proc. I fly Sir [Exit Prbculus, Emp,

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

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1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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VALENTINIAN. 65 Emp. What an infected Confcience do I live with, And what a Beaft I'me grown ? when Luft has gain'd An uncontroul'd Dominion in mans Heart ! Then fears fucceed with horror and amazement, Which rack the wretch and tyrannize by turns But hold Shall I grow then fo poor as to repent > Tho' Mcius, .Mankind, and the Gods forfake me, Tie never alter and forfake my felfi Can I forget the laft difcourfe he held ? As if he had intent to make me odious To my own face, and by a way of terror, What Vices I was grounded in, and almoft Proclaim'd the Souldiers hate againft me. Is not The facred Name and Dignity ofCdefiar ? Were this Mcius more than man fufficient To (hake off all his Honefty ? He is dangerous, Tho' he be good, and tho' a Friend, a fear'd one, And fuch I muft not deep by .3 as for Maximus, Pie find a time when Mcius is difpatcht. I do believe this Proculus, and I thank him 3 Twas time to look about 3 if I muft perifh, Yet (hall my fears go formoft, that's determin'd. [Exit Emperour. SCENE III. Enter Proculus and Pontius. Proc. Befides this, if you do it, you enjoy . The noble name of Patrician, more than that too 5 The Friend of Csfitr y'are ftil'd. There's nothing Within the hopes of Rome, or prefent being, But you may fafely fay is yours. Pont. Pray flay Sir. What has Mcius done to be deftroy'd ? At leaft I would have a Colour. Proc. You have more. Nay, all that can be given _ he is a Traitor. _ One any man would ftrike that were a Subject. Pent

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

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Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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The TRAGEDY of 66 Pont. Is he fo foul? Proc. Yes, a moft fearful Traitor. Pont. A fearful Plague upon thee, for thou ly'ft 3 [Afide* I ever thought the Souldiers would undo him, With their too much Affection. Proc. You have it. They have brought him to Ambition. Pont. Then he is gone. Proc. The Emperour, out of a foolifh Pity, Would fave him yet. Pont. Is he fo mad ? Proc. He's madder, Would go to th'Army to him. Pont. Would he fo? Proc. Yes Pontius, but we confider. Pont. Wifely. Proc. How elfe man, that the State lies in it ? Pont. And your Lives ? Proc. And every mans. Pont. He did me [Aretus here:. All the difgrace he could. Proc. And fcurvily. Pont. Out of a Mifchief meerly. Did you mark it ?; Proc. Yes, well enough. Now you have means to quit it 3 The Deed done, take his Place. Pont. Pray let me think on't^ 'Tis ten to one I do it. Proc. Do, and be happy ■ [Exit PpqcuIus.. Pont. This Emperor is made of nought but mifchiefj Sure Murther was his Mother. None to lop But the main Link he had? Upon my Confcience, The man is truly honeft, and that kills him. For to live here, and ftudy to be true, Is all one as to be a Traitor. Why (hould he dye ? Have they not Slaves and Rafcals for their Offerings 3 In full aboundance, Bawds, more than Beads for (laughter ? liave they not finging Whores enough, and Knaves befides, And millions of fuch Martyrs to fink Charon, But the bed Sons of Rome muft fall too ? I will (hew him (Since

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

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82 pages (4°)

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Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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VALENTINIAN. 67 (Since he muft dye) a way to do it truly And tho' he bears me hard, yet fhall he know I'm born to make him blefs me for a Blow. [Exit SCENE IV. E»to- Phidius, Aretus, WiEcius. Aret. The Treafon is too certain 5 fly my Lord 1 heard that Villain Proculus inftruct The defperate Pontius to difpatch you here, Here in the Anti-Chamber. Pkid, Curft Wretches, Yet you may efcape to the Camp, we'l hazard with you. Aret. Lofe not your Life fo bafely Sir 3 you are arm'd, And many when they fee your Sword, and know why, Muft follow your Adventures. Mcius. Get ye from me. Is hot the Doom of C<ejar on this Body ? Do I not bear my laft hour here now fent me ? Am I not old Mcius ever dying ? You think this Tendernefs and Love you bring me 3 Tis Treafon and the ftrength of Difobedience 3 And if ye tempt me further ye (hall feel it. I feek the Camp for fafety, when my Death, Ten times more glorious then my Life and lading, Bids me be happy. Let Fools fear to dye, Or he that weds a Woman for his Honour, Dreaming no other Life to come but Rifles. Mcius is not now to learn to fuffer 5 If ye dare~fhew a juft affection, kill me, I flay but thofe that muft 3 why do ye weep ? Am I (b wretched as to deferve mens Pities ? Go, give your Tears to thofe that lofe their worths, Bewail their miferies : For me, wear Garlands, Drink Wine, and much. Sing P<eans to my Praife, I am to triumph, Friends, and more than tefqr, For C&far fears to dye, I love to dye, Phid. O my dear Lord ! K 2 Mcius,

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

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68 f..TRAGEDY»/ Mcius. No more, go, go I fay, Shew me not figns of foxro w, I deferve none. Dare any man lament L fhould dye nobly ? When I am dead, fpeak honourably of me 3 That is, preferve my Memory from dying, There if you needs muft weep your ruin'd Mafter, A Tear or two will feem well 3 This I charge you, (Becaufe ye fay ye yet love old Mcius.) See my poor Body burnt, and fome to fing About my Pile what I have done and fuffer'd. lfC<e(ar kill not that too : At your Banquets, When I am gone, if any chance to number The times that have been fad and dangerous 3 Say how I fell, and 'tis fufficient. No more I fay 3 he that laments my end, By all the Gods, difhonours me 3 be gone, And fuddenly and wifely from my Dangers, My Death is catching' elfe. Phid. We fear not dying. Mcius. Yet fear a wilful Death, the juft Gods hate it, I need no Company to that, that Children IDaredo alone, and Slaves are proud to purchafe, Live till your honefties, as mine has done, Make this corrupted Age fick of your Virtues. Then dye a Sacrifice, and then youl know The noble ufe of dying well and Romans. Aret. And muft we leave you Sir ? Mcius. We muft all dye, All leave our felves, it matters not where, when Nor how, fo we dye well. And can that man that does fo, Need Lamentation for him ? Children weep Becaufe they have offended, or for fear 3 Women" for want of Will and Anger 3 is there In noble man, that truly feels both Poyfes Of Life and Death, fo much of this weaknefs, To drown a glorious Death in Child and Woman ? I am alham'd to fee you, yet you move me, And were it not my Manhood would accufe me, For covetous to live, I (liould weep with you. Phid. O we (hall never fee you more !

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

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82 pages (4°)

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Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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VALENTINIAN. 69 Mcius. Tis true. Nor I the Miferies that Rome (hall fuffcr, Which is a Benefit Life cannot reckon 3 But what I have been, which is juft and faithful 3 One that grew old for Rome, when Rome forgot him, And for he was an honeft man durft dye. Ye (hall have daily with you, could that dye too, And I return no Traffick of my Travels, No Annals of old Mcius, but he lived. My Friends, ye had caufe to weep, and bitterly 3 The common overflows of tender Women And Children new born . Crying were too little To (hew me then moft wretched 3 if Tears muft be, I (hould in juftice weep 'em, and for you 3 You are to live, and yet behold thofe Slaughters, The dry and 'withered bones of Death would bleed at. But fooner than I have time to think what muft be, I fear youl find what (hall be. If you love me, Let that word ferve for all. Be gone, and leave me 3 I have fome little practice with my Soul, And then the (harped Sword is welcomed Go, Pray be gone. Ye have obey 'd me living, Be not for fhame now ftubborn So -I thank ye And fare vou well A better Fortune guide ye PW .That fhall we do to fave our beft lov'd Mafter ? [Afide. Aret. I'le to Afranius, who with half a Legion Lies in the old Subbura, all will rife For the brave Mcius. Phid. He to Maximus, And lead him hither to prevent this Murther, Or help in the Revenge, which Fie n**^ Mcius. I hear 'em come, who ftrikes firft ? I flay for you. Enter Balbus, Chylax, Lycinius. Yet will I dye a Souldier, my Sword drawn, But againft none. Why do you fear ? Come forward. Balb. You were a Souldier Chylax.

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

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82 pages (4°)

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Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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The TRAGEDY of 70 Chy. Yes, I mufter'd, But never faw the Enemy. . Lycin. He's arm'd. By Heav'n I dare not do it. Mcius. Why do you tremble ? I am to dye. Come ye not from Ctefar To that end ? fpeak. Balb. We do, and we muft kill you. 'Tis Ufars Will. Chy. I charge you put your Sword up, That we may do it handfomly. Mcius. Ha, ha, ha ! My Sword up ! handfbmely ! where were you bred ? You are the merrieft Murtherers, my Mafters, I ever met withal. Come forward, Fools. Why do you ftare.? Upon my Honour,Bawds, I will not ftrike you, Lycin. l'le not be firft. Balb. Nor I. Chy. You had beft dye quietly. The Emperor Sees how you bear your felf. Mcius. I would dye, Rafcals, If you would kill me quietly. Balb. Plague on Proculus, He promis'd to bring a Captain hither, That has been us'd to kill. Mcius. Tie call the Guard, Uulefs you kill me quickly, and proclaim What beaftly, bafe, cowardly Companions The Emperor has trufted with his fafety 3 Nay, I'le give out you fell on my fide, Villains 3 Strike home you bawdy Slaves. Chy. He will kill us,- I markt his hand, he waits but time to reach us 3 Now do you offer. Mcius. If you do mangle me, And kill me not at two blows, or at three, Or not fo, dagger me, my Semes fail me, Look to your felves. Chy. I told ye. Meim,

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

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Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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VALENTINIAN. 7, Mcius. Strike me manly, And take a thoufand ftroaks. [Enter Pontfus. Balb. Here's Pontius. [Licinius runs amy. Pont. Not kill him yet > Is this the. Love you bear the Emperor ? Nay, then I fee you are Traitors all 3 have at ye. Chy. Oh I' am hurt. Balb. And I am kill'd- [Exit Chylax and Balbus. Pont. Dye Bawds, As you have liv'd and flourifht. Mcius. Wretched Fellow, What haft thou done ? Pont. Kill'd them that durft not kill, And you are next. Mcius. Art thou not Pontius £ Pont. I am the fame you call , Mcius, And in the face of all the Camp diigrac'd. Mcius. Then fo much nobler, as thou art a Soldier, Shall my death be. Is it revenge provoktthee? Or art thou hired to kill me ? Pont. Both. Mews* Then do it. Pont. Is that all > Mcius. Yes. Pont. Would you not live ? Mcius. Why fhould I ? To thank thee for my Lite ? Pont. Yes, if I (pare it. Mcius. Be not deceived, I was not made to thank For any Courtefie but killing me, A fellow of thy Fortune. Do thy Duty. Pont. Do you not fear me ? Mcius. No. Pont. Nor love me for it ? Mcius. That's as thou doft thy Bufinefs.^ Pont. When you are dead, your Place is mine,' .flftrwC- JEcius. Now I fear thee, And not alone thee, Pontius, but the Empire. Pont. Why ? I can govern Sir. Mcim

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

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Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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The TRAGEDY of 72 Mcius. I would thou coul'dft, And firft thy felf : Thou canft fight well and bravely, Thou can'ft endure all Dangers, Heats, Colds, Hungers 3 Heav'ns angry Flafhes are not fuddener, Then I have feen thee execute, nor more mortal, The winged feet of flying Enemies, I have flood and feen thee mow away like Rufhes, And ftill kill the Killer 3 were thy mind But half fo fweet in Peace as rough in Dangers, I dy'd to leave a happy Heir behind me. Come ftrike and be a General Pont. Prepare then, And for I fee your honour cannot leffen, And 'twere a (hame for me to ftrike a dead man, Fight your fhort fpan out. Mycins. No. Thou know'ft I muft not 3 I dare net give thee fuch advantage of me . As Difobedience. Pent. Dare you not defend you Againft your Enemy ? Mcius. Not fent from Cafar ? I have no power to make fuch Enemies, For as I am condemn'd, my naked Sword Stands but a Hatchment by me, only held To (hew I was a Souldier 3 had not Cajar Chain'd all defence in this Doom. Let him dye, Old as I am, and quench'd with Scars and Sorrows, Yet would I make this wither'd Arm do wonders, And open in an Enemy fuch wounds, Mercy would weep to look on. Pont. Then have at you, And look upon me, and be fure you fear not, "Remember who you are, and why you live, And what I have been to you : Cry not hold, Nor think it bafe in juftice I fhould kill thee. Mcius. I am prepar'd for all. Pont. For now JEcius, Thou (halt behold and find I was no Traitor, [Pontius kills And as I do it, blefs me— Dye as I do " himfilf. Mciu.

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

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Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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VALENTINIAN. 73 Mcius. Thou haft deceiv'd me Pontius, and I thank thee, By all my Hopes in Heav'n thou art a Roman. Pont. To (hew you what you ought to do this is not \boo But noble Sir, you have been jealous of me, i And held me in the Rank of dangerous perfons. And I muft dying fay it was but juftice, You caft me from my Credit, Yet believe me. For there is nothing now but truth to (ave me, And your forgivenefs, tho' you hold me heinous And of a troubled Spirit that Uke fire Turns all to flames it meets with : You miftook me. If I were Foe to any thing, 'twaseafe, Want of the Souldiers due.— The Enemy. The nakednefs we found at home, and fcorn Children of Peace and pleafures, no regard Nor comfort for our Scars, nor how we got 'em 3 To rufty time that eats our Bodies up, And even began to prey upon our hours, : To Wants at home, and more than Wants, Abufes 3 To them that when the Enemy invaded, Made us their Saints, but now the Sores of Rome 3 Tofilken Flattery,, and Pride plain'd over, Forgetting with what Wind their Fathers fail'd, And under whofe protection their foft pleafures Grow full and numberlefs. To this I am Foe, Not to the State or any point of Duty • And let me fpeak but what a Souldier may. Truly I ought to be fo, yet 1 err'd, Becaufe a far more noble Sufferer, Shew'd me the way to Patience, and I loft it 3 This is the end I dye for, to live bafely, And not the follower of him that bred me, In full account and Virtue, Pontius dares not, Much lefsto out-live all that is gOod, and flatter. Mcius. I want a Name to give thy Virtue, Souldier, For only good is far below thee, Pontius, The Gods fhall find thee one : Thou haft faftuon d Death In fuch an excellent and beauteous manner, I wonder men can live ! Canft thou fpeak one word more ? For thy words are fuch Harmony, a Soul

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

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Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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7+ ?7fe TRAGEDY*/ Would chufe to fly to Heav'n in. Pont. A farewell, . bik Good noble General your hand: Forgive me, And think whatever was difpleafing to you, Was none of mine, youcanrtot live. Mews. I will not, Yet one word rrj®re_. •/ >i . k I .t. <" JW Dye nobly, Jto.v.4 farewel, And Vakntinian fall. In joy you have given me a quiet Death, : . I would ftrike more Woumdfe ifl had moreBreath [Dies Reins. Is there an hour of goodnefi beyond this ? ' Or any man that would'outli-ve fach Dying? Would Cafar double all my Honours on me, And (lick me ore with Favours like a Mftrefi ; Yet would I grow to this man : I have Lov'd But never doated on a Face till now. Oh Death! Thou art more than Beauty, and thy Pieafures Beyond Pofterity : Come Friends and kill me. Csfir be kind and fend a thoufahd Swords, The more the greater is my fall: why (lay yoU> Gome and Vie kifs your Weapons : fear foe not; By all the Gods Pie honour ye for klllirrg \ Appear, or through the Court and World He fcarch ye, Tie follow ye, and ere I die proclaim ye ■ The Weeds of Italy ; the drols of Nature, Where are ye Villains, Traitors, Slaves .2 i i&Hjj, i I . « I i~-71. SCENE V. Vzkntinhn and theEunuchdifcovcr'd on a-CoucL Emp. Oh let meprefs thtte balmy Lips all day And bathe my Love-fcorchUSoul in thy moid Kifib' Now by my Joys thou art all' 'fweet and fofr, And thou fhalt.be the. Altar of my Love, Upon thy Beauties hourly will I offer, And pour out Pleafiire and bled Sacrifice, To the dear memory of my Ltrfina,

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

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Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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YALETINIAN 75 No God, nor Goddefl ever was ador'd ' ■ ' ' '• With fuch Religion, as my Love fhall be. For in thefe charming Raptures of my Soul, Clafpt in thy Arms, I'le wafte my felf away, And rob the ruin'd World of their great Lord1, While to the Honour ofLucind's Name, I leave Mankind to mourn the lofs for ever. A SONG. \ i. KIndnefs hath refifilefi Charms, All befides can weakly move 3 Fierceft Anger it difarms, And clips the wings of flying-Love. 2. Beauty does the hart invade, Kindnefs only can perjwade 3 It guilds the Lovers Jervile- chain, And makes the Slave grow pleas 'd and vain. Enter Mens with two Swords. Emp.Hm.1 X. What defperate Mad-man weary of his Being, Prefumes to prefs upon my happy Moments > HLcius j? And arm'd ? Whence comes this impious Boldneft? Did not my Will, the Worlds moft facred Lawj Doom thee to die? • And dar'ft thou in Rebellion be alive? Is Death mb? e frightful grown than Difobedience? \ Mcius. Not for a hatld LifecondemnM by yoii, Which in your Service has been ftill expos'd ; ' To Pain and Labours, Famine, Slaughter, Fire, And all the dreadful Toy Is of horrid War ! • Am I thus lowly laid befor^y out Teet ? ' > For what mean Wretch, Who has his Duty done, Would care to live, when you declare him worthlets ? If I muft fall, which your fevere Disfavour r L 2 Hath

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

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Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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76 The TRAGEDY of Hath made theeafier and the nobler Choice, Yield me not up a wretched Sacrifice To the poor Spleen of a bafe Favourite. Let not vilelnftruments deftroy the man Whom once you koy'd : but let your hand beftow That welcome Death your apger has decreed p„, r n , U-^ys his Sword at his feet. Emp. Go, teek the common Executioner Old man, thro' vanity and years grown mad Or to reprieve thee from the Hangman's ftroa'k Go, ufe thy military Intereft To beg a milder Death among the Guards, And tempt my kindl'd Wrath no more with folly. R,au ■I";2M,nfell'd tha"klefs Prince, you did indeed Beftow that Office.on a Souldier | W- I" ?e Arm^ could y°u hoPe to find With all your Bribes a Murderecof Mcius .«? The?rmrn7 w°n§ h*v/!°U°W^ known aDd °wn'd W M ? lnrWairf and th^ 2°od Genius ever ! Speechlefsand cold without,upon the Ground 1 he Sould.erlyes, whofe generousD.ath will teach, Pofterny true Gratitude and Honour. ' And prefs as heavily upon thy Soul, Loft /alentinian, as thy barb'rous Rape. fZZ u fi>nCe .H?v n alone muft Puni(h thee, 1%£*Z *-rt)&*m bafe Afiifter. [fl**,.* Lycias. lyaas. Save me, my Lord. y Emp, Hold honeft Mcius, hold a*?,? 7alK °h Boy! And lie forgive ihce all. Lycias. Furies and Death. rry Emp. He ble?d^;mourn ye Inhabitants of Heav'n » tor fore my lovejy Boy was one of you ! But he is dead, and now ye may rejoyce, For ye have ftol'n him from me, fpiteful Powers ! Empireand Life I ever have dcfpi.'d, The vanuy of Pride, of Hope and Fear, a f Zeulonc my SouI foundreal Toys ! And ftill j ety ranpize and crofs my Love. Un that I had a Sword rTi _,• o ' L^ brow* hm a Sword.

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

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Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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VALENTINIAN. 77 To drive this raving Fool headlong to Hell. [Fight. Mcius. Take your defire, and try if lawlefs Luft Can ftand againft Truth, Honefty and Juftice ! I have my Wi(h. Gods.Give you true Repentance, And blefs you ftill : beware of Maximus. [They fight. Acius runs on the Emp. Sword, and fall c Di Emp. Farewel dull Honefty, which tho'defpis'd, Canft make thy owner run on certain Ruine. Old Mcius I Where is now thy Name in War ? Thy Intereft with fo many conquer'd Nations? The Souldiers Reverence, and the Peoples Love ? Thy mighty Fame and Popularity ? With which thou kept'ft me ftill in certain fear, Depending on thee for uncertain fafety : Ah what a lamentable Wretch is he, Who urg'd by Fear or Sloth, yields up bis pow'r To hope protection from his Favourite ? Wallowing in Eafe and Vice ? feelstio Contempt, But wears the empty Name of Prince with fcorn? And lives a poor lead Pageant to his Slave ? Such have I been to thee, honeft Mcius ! Thy pow'r kept me in awe, thy pride in pain, Till now I liv'd 3 but fince th'art dead, fie reign. Enter Phidius with Maximus. Phid. Behold my Lord the cruel Emperor. By whofe tyrannick Doom the noble Mcius Was judg'd to die. Emp. He was fo, fawcy Slave ! Struck by this hand, here groveling at my feet The Traitor lyes ! as thou (halt do bold Villain I Go to the Furies, carry my Defiance, [Kills him. And tell 'em, Co: far fears nor Earth nor Hell. Phid Stay Mcius, and lie wait thy mightier Ghoft. Oh Maximus, thro' the long vault of Death, I hear thy Wife cry out, revenge me ! Revenge me on the Ravifher ! no more . Aretus cbmes to aid thee ! oh farewel ! [Dies. I Emp. Ha ! what not fpeak yetPthou whofe wrongs aregreatefh Or

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

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Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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The TRAGEDY of 78 Or do the Horrors that we have been doing, ' Amaze thy feeble SouiMf thou art a Romany Anfwer the Emperor : C<efar bids theefpeak. Max. A Roman ? Ha \ And Cafkr bids thee fpeak? Pronounce thy Wrongs, and tell 'em ore in Groans ; But ohthe Story is ineffable! . C^pr's Commands, back'd vvith the .Eloquence' Of all the infpiring Gods, cannot declare k. Oh Emperor, thou Pvfture of a Glory ! Thou mangled Figure of a ruin'd Greatnefs ! . ' ' Speak, faift thou ? SpeaH the Wrongs of Maximum Yes, I will fpeak. Imperial Murderer! Ravifher ! Oh thou rpyal Villany! In Purple dipt to give a Glofs to Mifehief, Yet ere thy Death inrichesmy Revenge, And fwells the Book of Fate, you ftacelier Mad-man, Plac'd by the Gods upon a Precipice, To make thy Fall more dreadful. Why haft thou (Iain Thy Friend ? thy only Stay for finking Greatnefs ? What Frenzy, what blind Fury did poflefs thee, To cut off thy right Hand, and fling it from thee ? ■_. or (uch was lEciut, Emp. Yes, and fuch art thou ; Joynt Traitors to my Empire and my Glory. Put up thy Sword ; be gone forever, leave me, Tho' Traitor, yet becaufe I once did wrong thee, Live like*a vagrant Slave. I banifti thee. Max. Hold me you Gods 5 and judg our Pa (lions rightly, Left I (hould kill him : kill this luxurious Worm, Ere yet a thought of Danger has awak'd him. End him even in the midft of night- Debauches, Mounted upon a Tripos, drinking Healths With (hallow Ralcals, Pimps, B^flfpops and fiawds, Who with vile Laughter take him in their Arms, And bear the drunken C<efir to his Bed, Where to the fcandal of all Majefty, ; At every grafp he belches Provinces, Ki(_esorF t;ame,and at the. Empires ruine, Enjoys his coftly Whore. Entp. Peace Traitor, or thoudy'ft.

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

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001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

VALENTINEAN. 79 Tho' pale Lucina ftjould dirett thy Sword, I would affault thee i f thou offer' more. Max. More ? By the immortal Gods I will awake thee 5 Tie rouze thee C£far, if ftrong Reafon can, If thou hadft ever fence of Roman Honour, Or th' imperial Genius ever warm'd thee. Why haft thou us*d me thus ? for all my Service, ' My Toyls, my Frights, my Wounds in horrid War? Why didft thou tear the only Garland from me, That could make proud myConquefts?Ohye Gods! If there be no fuch thingas Right or Wrong, . But Force alone muft fwallow all pofleffion, Then to what purpofe in fo long defcents Were Roman Laws obferv'd or Heav'n obey'd ? If ftill the Great forEafe or Vice were form'd, , a. Why did our firft Rings toyl ? Why wasthe Plow \r' "r) AdvancM to be the Pillar of the State? Why was the luftful Tarqnin with his Houfe Expell'd, but for the Rape of bleeding Lucrecc .<? Emp. Icannotbearthywords. Vext Wretch no more. He (hocks me. Prithee Maximur no more. Reafon no more ; thou troubled me with Reafon. Max. What fervile Rafcal, what mod. abject Slave, That lickM the Duft where ere his Mafter trod, . Bounded not from the Earth upon his feet, And (hook his Chain, that heard of Brutus Vengeance > ' 7 Who that ere heard the Caufe, applauded not ' !_* ;;;'; That #_™...*-Spirit,for his great Revenge? " Yet mine is more and touches me far nearer : Lucrece was not his Wife as (he was mine, For ever raviftit, ever loft Lucma. . . , ..,, Emp. Ah name her not i That Name, thy Face, and Reafoni^ AreAe three things on Earth I would avoid : «»•* Ut me forget, herjle forgive thee all, And gvethee half the Empire to begone. Max Thus fteel'd with fuch a Caufe/what Soul butmme Had nS upon the inftant erlded thee?' - ' j < ' Sworn in that And fot had. But I will tell thee Tyrant To make thee hate thy Guilt, and curfe thy Fears, JEcittf,

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

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1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

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So n* TRAGEDY 0/ Ulcw, whom thou haft (lain, prevented- me ; Mcius, who on this bloody Spot lyesmurder'd By barb'rous C<efar, watcht my vow'd Revenge, And from my Sword preferv'd ungrateful Cxfar. Emp. How then dar'ft thou, viewing this great Example, With impious Arms afiault thy Emperor ? Max. Becaufe I have more Wit than Honefty, More of thy felf; more Villany than Vertue, More Paffion, more Revenge, and more Ambition, Than foolifh Honour, and fantaftick Glory. What (hare your Empire? Suffer you to live ? After the impious Wrongs I have receiv'd, Couldft thou thus lull me, thou might'ft laugh indeed. Emp. I am fatisfy'd that thoudidft ever hate me, Thy WifesRape therefore was an aft of Juftice, And fo far thou haft eas'd my tender Confcience. Therefore to hope a Friendfhip from thee now, Were vain to me, as is the Worlds Continuance, Where folid pains fucceed ourfenflefs joys, And (hort-livd pleafures fleet like palling Dreams. Mcius,\ mourn thy Fate as much as man Can do in my condition, that am going, And therefore (hould be bufie with my felf. Yet to thy memory I will allow Some grains of Time, and dropfome forrowing Tears. Oh lEcius ! oh ! Max. Why this is right, my Lord, And if thefe Drops ate orient, you will fet True Ctfar, glorious in your going down, Tho' all the Journey of your Life was cloudy. Allow at lead a Poflibilky, Where Thought is loft, and think there may be Gods, An unknown Countrey after you are dead, As well as there was one ere you were born. Emp. I've thought enough, and with that thought refolve To mount Imperial from the burning Pile. I grieve for Mcim ! Yes, I mourn him, Gods, As if I had met my Father in the dark, And driving for the Way had murder'd him. Oh fuch a faithful Friend ! that when he knew

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

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001253037

1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

VALENTINIAN. 81 For I hated him, and had contriv'd his Death, Yet then he ran his Heart upon my Sword, And gave a fatal proof of dying Love. Max. 'Tis now fit time, lye wrought you to my purpofe, Elfe at my entrance with a bfutal Blow, I'd fell'd you like a VicYim for the Altar, Not warn'd you thus, and arm'd you for your hour, As if when ere Fate call'd a Ctfar home, The judging Godslookt down to mark his dying. Emp. Oh fubtil Traitor ! how he dallies with me? Think not thou fawcy Counfellor-.my Slave, Tho' at this moment I fhould feel thy Foot Upon my Neck, and Sword within my Bowels, That I would ask a Life from thee. No Villain, When once the Emperor is at thy Command, Power, Life and Glory muft take leave forever. Therefore prepare the utmoft of thy malice ; But to torment thee more, and (hew how little All thy Revenge cari do, appears to Ctfar. Would fne Gods raife Lucina from the Grave, And fetter thee but while I might enjoy her, Before thy Face I'd ravifti her again. Max Hark, hark Aretus, and the Legions come. Emp. Come all, Aretus, and the Rebel Legions ; Let JEcius too part from the Gaol of Death, And runxhe flying race of Life again. He be the foremcft ftill, and fnatch frefliGlory To my laft Gafp, from the contending World ; Garlands and Crowns too (hall attend my Dying; Statues and Temples, Altars-ftiall be raisd To my greatName, while your more vile Infcripuons Time rots, and mouldring Clay is all your Portion. Enter Aretus and Souldiers. Thy W the Emperor. Max. Lead me to Death or Empire, which you pleafe, For both are equal to a ruin'd man : But fellow- Souldiers, if you are my Frie rids Bring me to Death, that I may there find peace, Since Empire is too poor to make amends

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

82 pages (4°)

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1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

The TRAGEDY, &c 82 For half the Loffes I have undergone, A true Friend and a tender faithful Wife, The two bleft Miracles of humane Life/ Go now and feek new Worlds to add to this, Search Heav'n for Bleffings to enrich the gift, Bring Power and Pleafure on the wings of Fame, And heap this Treafure upon Maximus, You'l make a great man not a happy ore 3 Sorrows fo juft as mine muft never end, , For my Love ravifh'd, and my murder'd Friend. [Ex. omnes. •% • m E P I-

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

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1685

Valentinian: a tragedy. As 'tis alter'd by the late Earl of Rochester. ... Together with a preface concerning the author [i.e. Lord Rochester] and his writings. By one of his friends [Robert Wolseley]

London

«• Epilogue Written by a Perfon of Quality > r | A I S well the §pene is laid remote from hence, J^ ,Twould bringin quefiion elfe our Author's fence. Two monjirous things'-produc'dfior this our Age, And no where to be feen but on the Stage. A Woman ravifht, and * Great man wife, Hay honeji too, without the leafi dilguije. .* 0 Another Char after defer ves great blame, A Cuckold daring to revenge hisfhame. Surly, ill natnfd Roman, wanting wit, 1 Angry when all true Englifhmeny»£/#/>, r Witnefs the Horns of the well-headed Pit. J Tell me ye fair ones, pray now tell me, why For fuch a fault as this to bid me dye. Should Husbands thus command, and Wives obeyf) 'Twouli (poil our Audience for the next new Play,£ Too many wanting who are here to day. J For Ifi'.ppofe if ere that hapned to yee, ''Twos force pr ev ailed, y ee faid he would undo yee. ' Struggling, cried out, but all alas in vain, Like meye2 underwent the killing pain. Did you not pity me, lament each groan, When left with the wild Emperor alone .<? I know in thought yee kindly bore apart, Each had her Valentinian in her heart. F I N.I S,

Fletcher, John, dramatist

Wolseley, Robert, poet [person] ; Wilmot, John, Earl of Rochester [person] ; Fletcher, John, dramatist [person]

Timothy Goodwin

England

England

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The Mall: or the Modish lovers. A comedy. Acted by His Majesties Servants [The dedicatory epistle signed: J. D.]

London

THE v _____.- MALL: OR THE Modisti Lovers. A COMEDY. AQedby His Majesties Servants, Inceptit null a Totejiaf. LONDON, Printed for William Cade man, at the P apes-bead in the low- er Walk of the New Exchange in the Strand. 1 674.

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TO WILLIAM WHITCOMB, Junior, Esq; Need not plead the priviledge, which the Tribe of Scrib- lers may lay claim too in De- dications, since your favours excuse fhefe weak respects I pay you in a publick .ac knowledgement. All the in- terest I have in the Play, is . inreriour to the Glory I take y in feeing your Name fixt in the Frontispiece; which methinks^ gives it a resem blance to the Structure of Minda, where the Porch far exceeds the House. I know you have a Victorious Soul, and thence I do my self the Honour (not without policy too., especially in the time of threatning Thunder, when Demi eracks of the Town , according to custome ? will bark at Shadows) to run under your Lau rel, to avoid the Clap. Many there are yet to unload their Mouth Granadoes , those especially whole own actions were advise to the Painter; A 3 yet

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£]>ij}le Dedicatory. yet for any Gentleman to become an infected mock Critick for Fashion sake, is as much be neath his credit as to wear a Velvet Coat, when every fobn-a-Noh^es presumes the fashi on. I am very much in pain for the violence done to my inclination, whereby I am forbid to acknowledge the Person , and Obligations done to the Play,only (as 'tis said) in favour to my interest.— What e're the reason be, I think the Play highly advane'd in lying at your Feet; But in the mean while I pray, Were in my pow'r to present you with something He roick, and like your self. I am proud to fay you want no Soul, but Titles to make you popular, and wishing you the measure of your Worth, I think it duty to subscribe my self, the Humblest of all your Creatures, f. D. Poetismlla Pote/ias. The

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The Prologue WHenyoucry Poets down, and damn 'umtbns, hike Vipers jlaiii) they grow more numerous :.. Like to Ægypt's Plagues around you swarm , But yen are proof against such common charm : We know that none,beftde a sirs: rate Wit, Can please the grand Inh ahit-erso'th Pit ; While others worlds, each Ninny of the Town; takes priviledge to damn for half a Crown. Our Muse wants complaisance, knows not. the Courts Although she fain won d be a profit itte ; Uerwalkf are very near, andthereyoul find, Her Evening love, too soft to be Mtkjndl Tet those that Criticks are, for fashion sake Will judge this dull, which scarce is a mistake ', And finding one fault , willmaketen times more-y, Oft force a flaw where there was none before. Tet if your hisses poysonythis he sues Xeu wou'd some lingring, painful sentence clwose. . Prove Tyrants ,and with leifuretilltbe third day, kjll. Thunder Damnation tben^ and what you will. The.

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London

Dramatis Perionæ Mr Easy An old Husband. cHis Kinsman, a brisk Gallant, Courtwell |newly arriv'd from Spain. Lovechanse . Privately married to Mrs. Woodbee. (A foolish Country Knight^Rival to SirRalphSpatter. \Am„otls_ t0# His Man. Grace, and Nephew to Amorous Woodbee. Mrs. Easy Young Wife to old Easy, Mrs Woodbee. 51st l°ve w^^ , and Neeca Grace Ito old Easy. n \ Alias Camilla , a Spanish Lady in Pengteen ' Peg Woman to Mrs. Easy. Clare Woman to Mrs. Woodbee. Betty Woman to Grace. Scent St. James's Park, with the adjacent Places. The

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1 THE -L* JL jl Jl Jl — / Jl / m OR THE Modish Lovers Actus Primus, Scena Prima. Enter Lovechange solus. Lov. Jk Pox ofthis Love, how damn'd and Idle t'has made me, A-\ here have I march'd a long half hour, which Egad is an d- A Age to me, to wait for this AmbafJadour of my amo rous Negotiation, pray Heaven no Rival, of mine leads her into Temptation/ Oh Lady! [£«/crPeg. Teg. O Lord ! What make you here so early ? Lov. Oh Teg, thou know'st Love is a restless Bedfellow, Teg, alas, who could sleep, that could but hope the blessing -of seeing thy sweet Mistress. Teg, "Well , what news, what news, from ens ids Court Wench, ha! Will she be kind, and consider my Passion , faith I am but a dead Man without^ little comfort. Peg. Faith Sir, I am not idle in your behalf, I take all oppoitg-'" nities(which is) when her Husband's out of the way^toJether kuow my .thoughts of you, which He assure you Sir are most advarftagiQus. Lav. I am beholding to thee Peg. Peg. But you know Sir, she's a married Woman, and ougfee. to be very cautious. ... ._..,,. B Lo-v

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2 Lov. Qh Peg, 1 l3ve her with a vertuous Flame, believe me I do? and if thou wouldst but swear and lye, and use a small kind of Treachery in the Case——" Teg. You need not doubt such small services Sir — Bur- Lot'. But thou must be a little encouraged, is it so ? Here, here's a pair osAngek to invite thee to speak. — \_givesher Money. Teg. Do you take me for Balaams Ass Sir, that can't speak , with out a Prompter j however Sir, you court me in no common Language. Lov. Oh thou art a Saint, that will despise a Prayer, made in the vulgar Tongue, here Proxy, here's my Hand, and Seal, get it de livers, and further the design.: Teg. I, but Sir, is there no harm rn't? ■ Lov. What dost thou call harm? Teg. I mean Sir, is. there nothing, but what I may carry with Honour ? Lov. Fye, fye Teg, dost think I'de make a Bawd of thee ? Teg. I hope you wou'd not at my years. Lov. Right, having fomany yet to come of the kind and amo rous ones, But this Letter Teg is only to invite thy Mistress into the Park to night. I know the Evening will be fair, and if she can make an escape from that old impotent Letcher her Husband, I shall be glad to kiss her hands there. Peg. Is this all >' Lav. Upon my Life.: , Peg. Then rest in hope, for I dare promise ye, Lov. Farewel dear Teg. Peg. Your Servant sweet Mr. Lovechange. Exit Peg. Enter Courtwell who meets Lovechange going out. Lov. Courtwell ! Court. Lovechange, I have been a dozen times at thy Lodging to see thee, but^ like the Devil, thou art always ranging about,feeking whom thou canst devour. -Lov. Thou hast small reason to accuse me Courtwell, for since thy arrival from Spain I have not enjqy'd thee at our old rate, we were wont to Whore, and drink together like loving Brothers in Iniqui ty, but I think thou now hast taken up a little of the Formality of the

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3 the. Climate, and dost all thy Debaucheries in* secret. . Court. ,. No Ned,l have rather learnt the sobriety of that Nation, and have left off those lewd courses. Lov. Nay,ifthoubee'st come to that, to call e'm lewd thoud'st better e'n have staid amongst e'm, for thou art unfit for this Town EgadWill. Court. I think I had not so soon aband on'd that agreeable place , but for the Commands of my Uncle Easy , upon whom my Fortune does so depend, that I dare not disobey him in any thing. Lov. What, He warrant ye, he has that old fashion'd design of Matrimony in his head, he means to marry thee. Court. Some such thing. Lov. And who is the wretched thing, I pray? ■ Court. The rich Widdow Woudbee, she's damn'd ill-favour'd, and they fay as ill natur'd, but stie'l serve fora Wife Ned. Lov. How, the Widdow Woudbee my Wife Egad! [afide Court. Yes the very fame. Lov. Hark ye William, I don't like the match William I Court. Your Reasons ? Lov. Ihave divers, and sundry—— That muftbe nameless [aside Court. Less hear a few of them. Lov. Why, first she's Old, next Jealous, she is, to Damnation, Proud, Expensive, and . Court. This is all nothing. Lov. Sheisbeside — a Plague on him I dare not discover— [aside Court. What Sir? Lov. Nay, nay dear heart, no passion prithee,for she's very honest, which makes her very insolent. Court. Oh I am glad "twas no worse. Lov. Worse! Nay here"s ill qualities enough for one Woman a Conscience -— ->-\ But prithee was there never a Dona in all Spain worthy your kindness, but you must come back to England , and like &Jew, be forc'd to Wed in your own Tribe, ha ! Court. Prithee don't call any Sins to remembrance. Oh Friend/I had a Mistress in Spain, and such a Mistress, so kind, so fair Lov. And so tyr'd you out with loving, was/t not so ? Aye there's the Devil on't. B 2 • Cohrt

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4 Court. No, in at*. unhappy Adventure wherein I took the party of an Englisl) Cavaleir my friend, I kill'd her Brother, who was of Quality sufficient to cause me to fear the inquisition , sol was forc'd to quit Spain, and meeting with the Command osmy Uncle ■ Lov. You soon lost the thoughts of your Mistress, and I shall ad vile you, as you love health and liberty ! two excellent qualities, to loose the thoughts of this Widdow too. Court. Nay, since I cannot marry where Mike, lie e'n marry for a Worldof Money, that'sthc next way, and the nearest I know to happiness, therefore I am resolved to put on the Fetters. Lov. Pox on't they'lgingleafcer thee at that rate that all pretty Ladies will shun thee for a fusty Husband, and who would be ty'd up from Ranging. Court. There are Ladies Ned, who consider not the Man , but his Pockets, half a peece for a clean pair of Sheets, half a Crown for a thrice.rctay I'd Bottle of Rhenish, and ■ Lov. The Pox into the bargain. Court. The Pox in others will be but the Gout in me. Enter a Boy. Bay. Your Uncle Sir, stays for you to go make a visit to the Widdow Woodbee. Court. He attend him. • Lov. You ought to ask me leave first Sir, ifyou knew all ■ Tis well I am not * jealous Husband, and 'tis.better I have no tempt ing Wife, [aside"] Well Sir you will go then. Court. Without doubt. Lov. Well Love speed you Sir, 'tis well you're young enough to fparesome hours, for o'my Conscience tis meer loss of time. Court. FareweJ, farewel Sir, ha, ha, ha. Lov . Let them laugh that win Sir, adieu. [Exeunt severally . Scene

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5 Scene Second Enter Perigreene, and Servant; Perig. For Mrs. Woodbee at her house in [ Reading thesupcr-- St. James $ street, j London. — [ fcription of a Lctta-. Sure 'tis hereabout. .Scr. This must be the house He knock till they answer. [kjiocks Entir Clare. Is this the Lady Woodbee s, Sweetheart ? Clare. It isSir,may I know your affairs with her, for (he is a little busie at present. .... Ter. lam a Stranger by Nation a Spaniard, and bringher Letters from her Brother who is Consul there. Clare. Please y ou> walk in Sir.- [they go in and return. Ter. Well D/eg<?,thus far our business is prosperous, we are arriv'd to a Land, rich, and beautiful, and where the civility of the Inhabit tants give me all the encouragement I can expect , grant ye gods I may find out this perfidious Renigado of Love, and He forgive what e're you make me suffer another way. Enter Mrs. Woodbee and Clare. Madam, you I take it are the Lady to whom I am addrest,Sc these will inform you, why I take this freedom. [Gives her Letters, jbe reads 1 Woud. Sir, lam not only oWig'd by the Laws of good manners, and civility to receive you well as a Stranger, but the Character my Brother gives me of you, binds me to a more strist observance: Sir, you're welcome, believe so, and command my house. Ter. Madam, you honour me, and if I take a freedom thatunbe comes me, charge it on your bounty, not my boldness. Wood. A pretty youth introth Clare, is it not ? Clare. Yes indeed Madam. ) Enter .M". Easy and Courtwell.' Ter. Madam, lie take my leave for afew hours to see the City, which done lie wait on youagen^ [sisfes her hand. Easy. So, right Woman, can no more be without a Man, then a Puritan without his Bible. Courts

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m Court. The Widdowlooks very amorous upon him, methinks tis •a-fine Youth. )jiv ] [To Easy aside. Wood. Mr. Easy, Sir your servant. Easy. No interruption,Lady, no interruption. Wood. None in the World Sir I protest, this isa Person of Worth and Merit, recommended to me by the only Brother I have, and for whose sake besides his own I amoblig'd to pay him my respects. Easy. By my faith, and he deserves it Lady, he h handsome, and young But Lady,l have, once more, brought ray Nephew to wait on you, and to know your resolution concerning those propo sitions I made you of Marriage, He make short work on't, I'me no Courtier, but let him speak for himself, he can talk many fine things of Love, and the like -In the mean time He take a turn in the Garden. [Exit Easy Ter. gods! Is not that Courtwell} I must withdraw, or dye 5 in what a happy hour amlarriv'd, to be a witness of his injustice! Oh Fortune.'ihou hast recompene'd me for all the injuries thou hast done me, [aside'] Madam! your humble Servant, it shall not be many hours before I kiss your hands agen. Wood. They will seem many tome, zExit Perigreen looking believe me Gentle Sir. iwithscomon Courtwell. Court. I find Widdow, though you profess a great deal of cruelty, and coldness tome, you can be kind too, when you please. Wood. I am sorry you should take me for an insensible Mr.' Court' nv/^rhough for many reasons I am fore'd to fay I cannot admit of any concern for your self, in a Word Sir Ihave reasons ("that must be secret ones) to tell you,'I cannot entertain your passion, I am a Person Sir, that Court. Seems to have heat enough about you Widdow for half a score, faith view me well, I am a strait chin'd fellow, clean limb'd, and sweet, and dare promise as much as any Man. Wood. And perform as little as most Men$ Well, just thus did my Husband promise before I had him, a ad now, though even in the Non age of our Marriage,nay before the Wedding Sheets were suf ficiently tumbled, I find him as reasonable a quiet Soul, as heart can wish. [aside . Court. What i'st you consult on Widdow. Wood.

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7 Woodi In earnest Sir, I am past consideration, for I am resolv'd upon the matter. Court. Not to marry? Wood. By no means Sir, not you. Court. Why then the Devil take thee for making me loose so much of my pretious time,, why thou Unmerciful, Insatiable Widdow, that art not only content, to let me miss of thee, but the opportunity of gaining at least a dozen hearts of perhaps handsomer Women then thy self Widdow. Wood. How Mr. Courtwell, handsomer! you are rude Sir , I must tell you. Court. Handsomer! Why thou didst not take thy self to be a Beauty sure! but yet thou hast charms Widdow in bank, which are alurementsi confess, and 'twas well thou hadst 'em at these years. Wood. Years Certainly I don't pass for a Sibel with you? this is beyond all patience3 Clare, where's Mr*. Easy} Clare, Taking a turn i'th Garden Madam. - Wood. Let him come and carry off his scurvy Nephew here, or I' shall set my Footman to do it in a more undecent manner: years quotha'! ' Court. Fye on't, Age makes thee testy Widdow, ha, ha, ha. Enter Easy. Wood. Oh intolerable Mr. Easy, do you bring your Kinsman to affront me? Easy. How Lady! Cocks bodjtkinSj, you mistake him 'tis the new - way of making Love, he's a spark of the times Lady, and Courts A- la- mode. Wood. Mr. Easy I know you mean well,and for your Ladies fake, who is a vertuous Gentlewoman, you are always welcome to my House, your Kinsman too, I lookt upon as a proper Gentleman, and «• one that I wasRedivabletoo5 for the passion he profest to me , but now he has disco ver'd so disagreeable a quality, that really I am forc't to say I do not like his conversation, nor his address. Easy. Address Lady? I know not what you mean by address, but I am sure his Estate is worth a thousand pound per annum j and a better penny, and do you talk of his address? Court. Uncle fay no more, leave her to her own peevish humour, and •

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(8) and thebareimagination ofsd likely a young fellow as my self. Widdow I am resolved to have thee my way, or no way , so adieu dear Widdow, I have other game in hand, beside, tolerated going to't,and so farewell Widdow. [Exit. Courtwell. \-E_as)'. Kinsman, come back I say. y lood. Sir,/tis in vain, let him go, for I amresolv'd never to dis pose of my self that way, this is my final resolution. Easy. Is it so, then your Nephew,young Mr. Amorous, shall never have my Neecc Grace, and that's my final resolution. [Exit. Easy. Enter at the other door Mrs. Easy. Mrs. Easy. Sweet Kirs. Woodbee, your Servant,what looks are these that cloud your smiles to day! What's the matter Friend ? Wood. Mrs. Easy I beg your pardon really, I did not fee you, I have been so ill treated by some friends of yours » Mrs. Easy. Of mine ! let me know who they are , and He secure you lie own e'm to. be no more so. Wood. On my Conseience thou wilt keep thy word, for twas thy most filthy Husband. Mrs. Easy. My Husband! Nay I believe it, for in good earnest Mrs. Woodbee, he is kind and civil to no body,nay,if you knew the daily, aye, andnightly torment too I have from him,you wou'd not wonder at his incivility to you. ■ Wood. Nay, I believeindeed, you have very slender comfort of him, but alas, what can you expect from an old fusty fellow, that is even past the years of wishing well to our Sex — Mrs. Easy. You are in the right, Lord if I could but tell you the story ofali.my 'suffering? of that kind, but I ought not to complain, when there's no hopes left of remedy. [ sighs. . Wood... So, I hope I have an occasion to be reveng'd on this Huf band of hers, and help contrive his being made a Cuckold, Hang me, if £ am not infinitely rais'd with the thoughts on't, ah sweet Vegge ance ! howl love thee! (aside) Come, I am no Woman if I don't fancy what thou'lt be at, nay, and 'tis but just and reasonable ; 'SJife for Women of our youth, and all that, to languish away in sickly imagination, No,rio, thou shalt make

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9 make use oswhat Nature has bestow 'd on thee, so much Beauty to Tbe buried alive, with an old rotten Carcass. Mrs. Easy. What do you mean Madam? Wood. That, which thou mean'st. Come Friend I know thy Soul, thou shalt Cuckold this Fellow. Mrs. Easy. How ! Cuckold my Husband, forbid it ! Wood. Husband ! Why what vertue is there in that Name, does the old Fool act like one? What duty of a Husband do you receive from him, ha ? Mrs. Easy. That indeed is true. But- — Wood. I know you Married him out of humour , because you were in Love with another Man, but that Man, you have never yet confest to me. Mrs. Easy. That shan't be long a secret, dear Friend, if this coun sel you give me, proceed from your real thoughts ? Wood. So, let me thrive in the like success, when I have so great a provocation as thou hast, if I be not in earnest, I fay agen enjoy thy sel£ I fay be kind, be gay, and live for ever. Mrs. Easy. And be a Whore ? I blush to name it ! Wood. I seethourt willing, and I long to be reveng'd on the In solencyofthy Husband.(4/?<sfe)Why look ye Mrs.Easy>You may call your self what you please, but so long as you can keep your own Counsel, you are pure, and unstain'd in the eyes ofall the World. Mrs. Easy. I confess, when I look upon Mr. Easy as a very useless Man to me, and how little Felicity I enjoy with him, I cannot scruple much at the thing propos'd. And therefore to be plain with you, I must own there is a. Man, and such a Man Wood. I such a Man, I like, forward — — Mrs. Easy. 'Tis the fame that once made honourable Love to me, but hehad no Fortune, and I, not much, which parted us ; And he has since, (by what good fortune I know not^rais'd himself in the World, for he's full of Money, which, manag'd by a strange libera lity natural to him,is every day facrific'd to me in Presents, and ma ny entertainments. Wood. Now thou fpeak'st as if thouunderstood'st thy self. Mrs. Easy. He is beside a Gentleman , young , and infinitely agreeable. C Wood.

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10 Wood. 'Slife thou'lt make me Rival thee. Mrs. Easy. He is extreamly solicitous for a meeting, I mean such a one, as may afford him, all I have to give. , [Hides her face Wood. And hast thou the heart to refuse him this? Mrs. Easy. Conscience, Conscience, Madam ! Wood. Away, with those silly thoughts, come, if thou bee'st cer tain of his Love, reccimpence it for shame. Mrs. Easy. I receiv'd a Letter from him this very Morning, and I vow, I need counsel how to answer it, for 'tis to meet him this Eve ning in St. James's Park .Here's the Letter. [Gives her the Letter. Wood. Before I read it, I protest you shall promise to meet him, nay, and as he desires too, or loose my Friendship for an unwitty Woman. Mrs. Easy. Well, you have prevail'd, He swear to you to follow your Counsel. Wood. Well said, now He see in what pleasing stile he writes. Reads. Madam, * t is firange, that after so many Vow t, and protestations, you sliould Jiill remain an Infidel ! Why is it ? Tgu will force me to some Extravagance that unbecomes a Alan , and the fccrzcy of that Flame I have for you, to express my Soul in : For Loves fakfi , for mine, whom once youfaid, you loi'db and more, for your own Honours fake, force me not into a ftarkjmadnefs that will undo as all. I vow he writes most passionately, oh do not force him to any de spair, but be kind Well, He read it out. Ton have a Husband,and I have (Hell take e ' m) other concerns too, that require my fecr et carry ingon of this affair of Love. Therefore meet me this Night in St. James*/ Pel Mai, or expe& to have me dead, or worse to morrow. rows Lovechange. [starts. Ha ! It cannot be ! Lovechange I 'Tis Witchcraft, this, Lovectxtnge, Hell ! Tis not his hand, oh but I am too wellafTur*d it is— -Let me disguise my Rage, and strive against Nature. [aside Mrs. Easy. Well, what think youof't Madam ? Wood. I think all Men are false, and that Woman whose honour is trusted in their hands, a ruin'd thing. Mrs. Easy. Have you met with ought there that has wrought this . ' D sudden

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11 sudden change in you, if Women be not as false too, then how came you thus alter'd ? Was it to get this secret of my Life from me, and then betray it ? Bad Woman, farewell. [°jsers tog°- W .She must not go thus,nor must I discover, [afide]Mrs. Easy, come, be not angry with me, nor suspect me, your Letter only made me callto mind some former passages of my Life, In which I was betraid, .'Twas such another Man as this you have describ'd, and such a Let ter too, betray'd me,once,toruine,but you may keep your word, for this perhaps is real, [aside] lie counterplot you though. Mrs. Eajy. If there be truth in Man, this cannot erre, and believe. he speaks all truths to me. Wood. It may be so to you, but false to me, as thou art to thy Honour. [Aside. Mrs. Easy. Madam, Methinks I find a sodden alteration in you, I am sorry I have occasion'd it, pardon my ignorance. Wood. Indeed you have put a melancholly thought into me, but *twil not last. Mrs. Easy. lie take my leave, it may be you wou'd be alone,when you are disposed for' t. He come and let you know my Adventure with Lovechange. Wood.Oh. how she stabs me ! as if she'd sound the mortal ve\n,( aside) your servant sweet Mrs. Easy, however you leave me now , I assure you the Relation of that Amorous adventure, will be very Cordial to me, as I shall order the matter— — [Exit Mrs. Easy Now Wit and Woman help me 1 Enter Clare. Clare. Here's your Kinsman Mr. Madam. Wood. Let him come in. Enter Amorous. How now Nephew, thou look'st ill upon't. Amor. As well as a soccefslefs Lover can do. Wood. What still whining after Mrs. Grace ? He tell you Nephew, Fde rather thou should'st never marry, then be oblig'd to that old fool Easy fox thy admittance. Amor. Madam, I was the most acceptable pretender, but I know not what Devjl has pofsest him , For he comes into her Chamber just now, and finding me there, very full of choller, forbade me her presence, and his house, and told me what Treatment Mr. Courtwell C 2 found

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12 sound from you, I should receive there for the future. Wood. He has done well,I tell thee, I hate him,take a secret which- thou know'st not. This sellow being vastly rich, had got my good will to marry me, the day was assign'd, the things provided; Over night, he by chance saw a woman of something (as she, and he th night ) a better Face, and married her. This, from my Pride,Ida so stomach that I can never forgive. Amor. Yet, you seem to be very kind to the Lady, Madam ? Wood. I do so, and will revenge the affront I warrant thee. Amor. But Madam, though you love not him, let not the Neece in your opinion inherit the crimes of the Uncle, give me leave to a- dore her, for (lie's all sweet and innocent. Wood. I am not so ill natur'd, but I will say, that if without her Uncles leave you can gain her,ffor I scorn thou should'tt be a suitor to him for any thing) I give my consent, for besides my aversion to the old Man, I have a secret Reason not to marry Courtwcll , which you siiall know hereafter. I have some affairs of my own to dispatch before Night. Amor. Madam He follow your directions in all things. Wood. Cousin, I had forgot to tell you, that there is a young Man, a Person of Quality, arriv'd from Spain, from your Uncle there, he has made my house his home, and pray treat him kindly. Amor. I shall obey you Madam. Exeunt Woodbee, and Amorous severally. Enter Mrs Easy, and Peg. Pty. I am very glad Madam, that you are at last resolv'd to oblige Mr. Lovcchange,\\c swear he's almost wild for your answer. Mrs. Easy. When will he call for 't? Teg-. Madam, he's walking here hard by, or will be immediately, have you writ ? Mrs. Easy.. No, but you may let him know my mind, that is, that I will bein the /I fa II, as soon as it begins to be dark , if I can get from my Husband. reg. Oh Lord Madam! Now I think on't, we look for Sir Ralph Spatter to night, Mxs.Graces Sweet-heart , and m f Master designs to make a Masquerade as they call it, on purpose to entertain him. Mrs, Easy, That's true, some way must.be contriv'd to cheat him of

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13 of my Company. For Teg, now I have resolv'd upon't, I cannot for bear going, had my Husband been any thing approaching to Man, I stiou'd have believ'd I had long'd, so great is my desire of seeing Love changeto night. Oh, this dear Letter has so powerful an attraction, that I must go. [Kisses the Letter. ■ Teg. Some way we'i find out. O dear Madam, here's my Master in Rancour, for I had forgot to tell you forsooth, that he has forbid Mr. Amorous the house, and that Mrs. Grace is full of dolour. Enter Mr. Easy, snatches the Letter out of cJ*f rj. Eafy's hand. Mr. Easy, "What's this I pray > Mrs. Easy. I am undone! Nay I protest you must not fee't for the World, it is a new Song-. Mr. Easy. Some bawdy Lampoon, He warrant ye, He fee't. Mrs. Easy. He protest it is not Sir, when 'tis set you shall hear it sung. [Enter Grace weeping. She's come in very good time. Alas! poor Cousin Grace, and have you Sir3 can you be so cruel to Cousin Grace, pray let her have the Man (he loves- Peg, -hast never a Song to change this for> [Aside. Peg. Yes, Madam, but 'tis a very scurvy one- Mr. Easy. I fay He fee the Paper. Mrs. Easy. Any thing dear P% but the Letter, [Aside come Dear will you consider Grace > Mr. Easy, The Verses I (ay, I smell a Plot, 'tis some Love Letter., come, come, produce, produce. Mrs. Easy. I vow Dear I amastiam'dyou (hou'd see e'm, they are so very silly. Peg. I Sir, and something Mr. Easy. Bawdy too, He warrant ye, let's fee, let's see. Peg. Truly Sir, my Mistress has not read e'm yet. Mr. Easy. What's here, Sig — Sig, Signior — hey day, what's the Devil got amongst you two-.* I (hall Signior ye, and you want a Signior. Mrs. Easy. What fay you concerning Grace Sir ? Mr. Easy. I lay you are all naught, and 'tis time you had all Men, lusty Men, able Men, for the Devil will supply their places else , and therefore I design to morrow, to marry Grace to a young lusty Lad, and a Knight, de ye see aKnight. Grace*.

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14 Grace. Flow Sir, marry me, and not to Mr. Amorous ? Mr. Easy. Amorous ! Let me but see thee peep through the Win dow upon Amorous agen, and He make a Nun of thee , dost hear, where thou shalt languish with the thought of flesh, and every day shall be a Good-Friday to thee. Grace. You will not be so inhumane, will you Sir? you have the liberty to chuse Youth and Beauty here in my Aunt, and despis'd Riches as the most unvaluable thing; andean you believe I am so unlike you to chuse Wealth and an empty Title before so much Worth as dwells in Mr. Amorous. Mr. Easy. If I have play'd the Fool, I do not mean you shall do so too. I have a Wife indeed of Youth and Beauty, but had I known the continual Plague of keeping her honest, she shou'd e'n have been left to her old Gallant Lovechange, perhaps his Youth without my Money, had made her take the fame courses, that my Money, and no Youth does, but I have rid my hands of him, thanks beprais'd. Mrs. Easy. This is unkind Mr. Easy to upbraid me with so innocent a kindness as I had for Mr. Lovechange. Mx.EaJy. Nay, now I dare swear for thee, but yet I cannot help fearing, for Sweetheart he is very much sprue'd up of late, that is, since you were married, goes Rich, and spends high , notable signs, that some old Fool, or other may have a handsome liberal Wise,but thou art truly honest. Well, we do every moment expect Sir Ralph Spatter, pray let there be musick got, and let the young Folks dance, invite Mrs. Lay-it-on, and Mrs. Frisker, and who else you please,and their Husbands, and entertain his Worship after the L ondon fashion, Uehave it handsome. Grace. Madam, i'me undone if your goodness don't assist me. Mrs. Easy. Fear not, He warrant we'l take some care, I know too well the torment of fore'd Marriages to with thee that punishment, but Cousin, pray do you see all things got in order to night, for I have a visit, or two, to make of concern. Grace. Madam, you shall command me. Exit Mrs. Easy. Enter Servant. Ser. Sir, here's a Gentleman inquires for you. Mr. Easy. Bodikins, 'tis Sir Ralph, bring him in. Ser. I believe it is Sir. Exit Servant. Enter

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15 Enter Sir Ralph and Boy. Sir Ralph. Sirrah, go you and look out Mr. Lovechange , and let him know I am come to Town, and shall have need of that small sum of money he owes me. [Exit Boy. Mr. Easy. Sir Ralph, I am yours, and heartily glad to see you. .Sir Ralph. Sir, I am as much yours, and as glad to fee you, and so I am to see you forsooth. [To CWrs. G race. Grace. Tis more then I am to see you. He promise ye. Sir Ralph. Oh cry ye mercy, then you are not the Lady I took you forethought you had been Mrs. Grace my Mistress ? Mr. Easy. . That's her name Sir, and her quality. Sir Ralph. Truly Uncle, that must be, if she have no better , you are much too blame for giving her no better education , I thought she wou'd have receiv'd me with open arms, for though I fay it, I deserve it, and understand breeding, Grace. I doubt it Sir. Sir Ralph. You can't oblige me more, then to question my ability, for then you give me occasion to show my parts, and first as touching the Art of Courtship, though I don't read Romances, Plays, Histo ries, Pastoral Is, or Farces, yet can accost a Lady after this sort -y Madam, ("with my Faceseru'd up thus) I am your proud Servitor, or in English proud to serve you, my hands beneath your feet, is too mean a sacrifice ; go where you will, I am your shadow,advance but the standard of your eyes, and i'm your Captive , your Creature, your very Frogg, begot, by your gentle influence. P'lhaw Iamfur nish'd with a thousand things of the like nature. : Mr. Easy. Rare, rare, I vow, ah Sir Ralph, were I a young Wench for your fake, Icou'd hugyou, and love you all over. Grace. Pray do so for me Sir, for I find no one part of him to move me to't. , Betty, Madam, if I were you, I wou'd dissemble withhima little. Grace., I had as good do so indeed Betty. Mx,EaJy. A little time, will make herplyable. Sir Ralph. P'shaw, I don't question thatmun, what do you think Mrs. Grace} Grace. Sir, I hope time will convince me of my errour,and let me sec, that you have perfections, which areyetdifguis'd. Sir Ralph.

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16 Sir Ralph. I thank you Mrs. Grace,iox your good opinion ofmel vOw, and shall I hope do well against tomorrow. Grace. Twere unkind Sir, to forbid your hope. Sir Ralph. Well then, He set my seal upon you, in sign and token that you are my own. [kisses her. Mr. Easy. Go, now Grace, you may. withdraw , get things in a readiness against night. Grdce. I obey you Sir. [Exit Grace. Sir Ralph. Sir, I must crave your excuse for a few moments , lam going to call in a little Money, an ill office to play the Dun , but you know Sir, we Lovers that have peevish Mistresses to deal with, re- quire more than bare Courtship, well adieu Sir. c Ex/f Sir Ralph o ne way, I Mr. Easy the oth^r. Enter hoyechangesolus. Lov. This is my constant walk three times a day , pray Heaven the Neighbourhood don'c take me for some walking spright , that upon certain hours, comes to give some intelligence ofhid trea- sure. [Enter Peg. But here's Teg, now dear Soul, what answer dost bring me ? Shall I see my Mistress ? Shall I be happy this night ? Teg. I know not how happy 'twill make you, but she will be this night in the Mall, at the upper end. Lov. Dear Maid, He owe thee the Indies for this. Teg. I Sir, if you did but know, what shift my Mistress makes, you wou'd think your self oblig'd and indebted too J can assure you. Lov. No more, here's an earnest of what I owe thee, prithee give her my service, my Love, my Heart, and Soul, honest Teg. Enter Sir Ralph. Teg. Oh lass, what (hall I do, here comes Sir Ralph Spatter , Mrs. Graces Sweet-heart} who by no means must see me. Lov. Why I hope he's no Rival. Teg. No Sir, but he may hereafter know me, for he's a Suitor to Mrs. Grace. Lov. Leave me then, for I have a message from him, and will take this opportunity to speak to him. [Exit Peg. Sir Ralph. Mr. Lovechange your Servant, 1 sent to you just now, and an glad to meet you, you know my business Sir. Lov,

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(■7) Lov. Yes Sir, I know you pretend lowe you a thousand pounds, but lam not provided with son a sum at present. Sir Ralph. Sir', I shou'd not have given you this trouble now , and at so short warning, but that 7am upon my marriage, and there area thousand Perquisits, and Trangams requir'd, in order to the gaining my Mistress. Lov. Save your money Sir Ralph, save your money, for this is no time to present idle Women,^hey are vain enough of themselves, do not raise them. Sir Ralph. I, but Sir,, we that are Lovers,must do these idle foolish things, or loose those more foolish idle things call'd Women. Lov. If all Lovers, are to walk by one Rule, then Sir Jam in the fame predicament with you. Sir Ralph. Why, are you going to marry too ? • Lov. Faith, no Sir, I thank my Stars, but I am as much in Love, as those that are. Sir Ralph. Well Sir, J am a little in haste now, pray think of the Debt, your Servant Sir. [Exit Sir Ralph. Lov. Pox of that foolish noddle of his, to believe i'le ever pay that Debt, which Iwastrappan'd into, by the old Rogue his Fathers cunning ? as long as I have a Woman in my eye, no, no, my designs can't be carried on with empty Pockets. Enter a Torter with a Letter. v Porter. Jthink Sir, your name is Mr. Lovechange. Lov. The fame 1 From whom, this ? Porter. The Contents will inform you. Lov. Reads. Dear Lovechange sot "some reasons that I must tell you , I have, thought fit to alter my design of meeting you in t he i Mall, but will wait your coming at the fide of the Duckcpond under those Trees , on the Bank- /like the Resolution well, tell the Person from whom you come, I will not fail to beat the place appointed. [Exeunt fever 'ally. The End of the First Act. D Actus

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18 Actus Secundus, Scena Prima. Enter Mrs. Woodbee, and Clare. Wood.\70a are sure the Porter gave it into his own hand ? Y Clare. Yes Madam, and he said he would not fail to meet you. Wood. Well Lovechange, I will be reveng'd , and innocently so, perfidious man, whom I married without Fortune, or Friends, belie ving that way to oblige thee, but thou ungrateful as thou art,mak'st no returns, but false ones, but at least I will possess thee once more in revenge to both, and then scorn, and abandon thee to thy former arts of living. Clare. Well, /can't but think Madam,how mad Mrs. Easy will be, when she knows the trick put upon her. Wood. Let her fret, till she grow old, but Clave I am not content to deprive her of all she expects this night in Lovechange, but / wou'd have it known, and at once kill the old Cuckold, and destroy her Pride. Clare. Oh Madam, / have it just now alighted in my Brain : you know Madam, Mr.ConrtivelJ makes love to you,and so he does to all Woman-kind by turns. Wood. Yes, 'tis a loose Gallant, but what oshim? Clare . Why /I/adam, the next time he comes to wait on you. Wood, /have given him his answer, he'l trouble me no more but soppose he shou'd — for /begin to conceive a Project. Clare. Pray let me speak first, for fear it shou'd be the very Camel have, and /claim the priviledge of a discoverer : Madam, this very Marx Mr.Courtwdl, will /send to meet Mrs. Easy instead of your Husband CMr. Lovechange. Wood, /like the thing, and 'tis the very fame with mine, but how to effect it? I fear welnan'not meet with Courtwell , I wou'd not wish for a madder fellow, nor a more talkative. Clare. Madam, walk off, for \ox\dex's Mr. Courtwell, as pat as if the Devil had sent him for the purpose. Wood.

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W) Wood. I Je leave thee to thy wit, and him: [Exit Woodbee: Enter Court well walking, Clare walks by carelesiy. Court. Wha/'s here a Prize, at this time of the day . Mrs. if a Man should beg leave of you to take a turn or so? Clare o Two, or Three, if you please Sir , Court. Kind, and gentle— [imbraces her. Clare. And your Servant Clare Sir. Court. Ah! sweet Mrs. Clare, faith I am [turns up her Hood. glad to meetthee, and how,and how, what shall we take a Bottle? come Clare, thou should'stbe kind, and lie be grateful, come, I can lead thee, the back way into the Bull-head Tavern, and we'l be merry for half an hour. Clare. Tavern Sir, what to do? Court. Only to drink thy Ladies health, Clare, no harm at all I protest Clare. Clare. You wou'd be making Love I warrant too? Court. A little Love Clare, for exercise only, alas, we that are young and brisk cannot live without it. Clare. Why Sir, I do yet understand, but little of that my self, but I know a Lady Sir r Court. 'Pho thou talk'st of future joys but I am fora little of the present, come dear Clare, be kind, upon my honour I have had a passion for thee a long time, and will be as constant, nay i'le swear to have no other Miss, but thee, and will keep thee as fine as e're a Miss about the Town Egad now. . Clare. What, and pretend to my Lady Sir? Court. That's for a necessary thing, call'daWife,but thou Clare, shalt share with her. Clare. Fora whole week at least. Court. By my troth, and a fair time too I take it. Clare. Come Sir, you'd better driire the other bargain with me? Court. What, for the Lady thou speak 'st of, if thou could 'st bring it to pass suddenly, much might be said, but I hate delays. Clare. This Evening Sir. Court. Now I hear thee, her name and parts, I prithee.. Clare. You may know more in good time — but thus much now, she's exceeding Beautiful, Young, and Innocent. D 2 Court.

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(2o) Court. No too much of the last, I pray. . Clare. Sir, to speak the naked truth, she is —— Court. Lovely, as Woman in the fame condition -~ Clare. No, but 1 vow Sir, I lye not, flies exceding handsome, well shap't, delicate fine, tall, virtuous, and Court. The Devil and all, whither wilt thou carry her, to the degree of an Angel ? Clare. Besides, she's Rich, and needs none osyour presents, nor keeping Sir. - Court. Oh thou hast ravifht me, I am all on Fire,for Heavens fake, sweet Clare, let me have this Nymph to allay my Flames ? Clare. But Sir, I thought you had been in love with me? Court. I, I, Clare, I am in love with thee too, but this Lady, Clare, ha! where does she live Girl ? Clare. Look Sir, if I bring you together, I have done my part. Court. 1,1, that shall suffice, let me alone for the rest, and reward thee. Clare. Well then Sir, about eight of the Clock this Evening, here in the Mall, you shall find her in the upper end all alone , she is so, and so drest, of a good mean, and shape, not very tall. [whispers Court. All this 1 like, but is this pure kindness to me Clare , hast thou no design, no trick to put upon me? or like the Devil , dost thou only inrich me to damn my Soul hereafter. Clare. Why, to tell you the plain truth Sir,Ihaveanend in't, and that is a little Revenge only, for Sir this Lady is to meet Mr.1 Love change there. Court. Lovechange ! A very Tyger at a Woman, introth thou art kind to the Lady, and putst her into gentler hands by far, but Clare, what spite have you xo Lovechange } Clare. Now, what shall I say ? Why truly Sir — Y\e-*-(afide made a little love to me once, and the truth on't is, though I did not love him so well as to do Court. What, what Clare} Clare. ThatSir$ nay you make me blush I vow, yet I had such a fmackering for him, as will carry me to this innocent revenge. Court. A plague on her,what does she call innocent, to rob a man of the enjoyment of the finest Wc?man in Town, (aside) well Clare, Heavens

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21 Heavens blessing, and this — go along with thee, [gives her Money: But not a word of this to your Lady. Clare. Adieu Mr. Courtwell, I warrant you for secresie. Court. Now will Igo,and dress me as like Lovechange as I can, for I suppose that will please her best, here's the Rogue himself. Enter Lovechange. \ov. Oh, your Servant Mr. Courtwell, how thrives your Amour with the Widow,ha ! what is she kind, and coming? Court. Time has worn out, even the very thoughts of all thole things in her, I think, which becausel can't forbear telling her, does so incense her , as the truth is Ned, I believe it will not be a match : Lov. Oh, will it not so ? Well I hope, like the Sea , what you loose in one place, you gain in another. Court. Faith no, that grand concern of the World, making love, is quite laid by with me, I find none that are kind, but at so unmer- ciful a rate Lov. Thou art a miserable man,that canst not get the knack on't, fox William, there be Ladies, yes there be Ladies, that will, and can love, look ye. [shows a Letter, Court. Oh, you are a happy man Sir. Lov. So might'st thou, did'stthou but use my Arts: Court. Prithee, what be they ? Lov. Swearing, Lying, and shamming in abundance. Court. Poh,all this, Idayly practice, but 'tis bootless. Lov. Thou dost overdo' t, orunderdo't, there is a certain quan- tity goes to the charm, thou wilt find it out in time-; -there is a \,ady Will' Egad, such a dear Soul that has a passion for . me. Court. Oh, I doubt it not Sir. Lov, And this night begins my Heaven, for I shall possess her Will, dost hear? possess her Lad. Court. Then, I -rather think 'twil end your Heaven, for you'l care but little for her after that. Lov. Of, that He give you a better account to morrow, I writ a Letter to her to day to meet me here this Evening, and I amfo im patient, that I can't forbear the place, till the hour come. Court,

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("J Court, And what, is this the Garb you have design'd to entertain her in ? Lov. Eventhis. Court. Well, I congratulate your good fortune Sir. Enter Peg. Peg, I have been to inquire for you, and they told me, you were here in the Park. J * Lov. I vow thoumak'stmy heart ake, prithee let me hear thy message, quick, and put me out ofmy pain, I hope thy Mistress will come ? - " Peg. Yes Sir, and I only forgot to tell you how my Lady is drest and therefore came to let you know Sir, she*] be [whispers £ Lov' *he.need not fear, I shan't mistake her for any other, besides' she will be in soremote apart of the Park, that I suppose there will behardlyanybutherself. ccnerewill Peg. Lord Six, what do you mean ? World ' T°meet thy Lady' andaN theblifsI expect in this Peg. But where .Sir? Lov. By the Duck-Pond side. ** What do you meaner? Are you not to meet her in the Mall? here, in this very place, where you now are > Lov. No,dear Joul, did not I receive a Letter just now from her to the contrary: That she desir'd to change the place for some rea sons, best known to her self? here, read it thy self. »«* n.. i n j rj r [gi'ves her the Letter. Peg. Duck-Pond side for Reasons ha, ha, ha - This my Ladies hand ? ' Lov. Why dost laugh Reprobate ? Teg. I wou'd I were married, if this be'nt an errant cheat , well taith 1 laugh, but have more need to cry,to think how we poor Wo men are treated by you false men, now have you been boasting your good fortune to some kind hearted Lass, that's jealous of you Lov. The Devil take me Teg . Peg. Hold Six, don't swear,howcou'd this come about else ? Oh that ever my Lady shou'd trust you. Lov. ByHeaven^tho^wUtmakemerave^Ihavenotfeena Wo- man

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23 man, nor will I see a Woman, whilst I have breath but thy Lady, Hell take me if I have nam'd her, but to the Air in sighs, and sure this must be hers. Peg. Believe me Sir, she wou'd not trust this secret to any but my self. j%v. 'Twas a Porter brought it me as I was walking here , and now I do believe 'tis some trick , therefore pray inform her, that ac cording to her first order, i'le meet her in the Mall, here at the fur thest end. Peg. He let her know you will Six, your servant. Exit Peg. Court. What's all this communication ? Lov. About a mistake, this is the servant to that Lady I must meet at night, in order to which I must take my leave. [Exit Lovechange Court. Your servant Ned, good luck attend thee, now if I can but get here before him, and -lead the Lady off, I shall be a double con querour. [Exit. Courtwell. Scene Third. Enter Mrs. Easy, Grace, and Betty. Grace. Now 1 have told you Madam, how much I love , you'l judge at my unhappinesi. It may be, you have been a Lover too, and then I cannot doubt your pitty Madam, I don't entertain you as an Aunt, our years are equal, and perhaps our he'arts, but as a Sister, and a friend, I soe, and beg you wou'd afford me your assistance. Mrs. Easy. I was your friend before I was your Aunt, and Wish I had remain'd in that blest state, without advancing farther. Far from the joys of Youth, and Love, i'me gone , but thou art wise, hold where thou art dear Grace, and wed thy self to something like thy self, despise Sir Ralp h± and take young Amorous. Grace. Oh Madam, how you do revive my Soul, this goodness 'iW you, thows.you just, as fairj but Æ/adam, whence shalt / derive my hopes} my Uncle's too severe,he won't suffer me to take my liberty abroad, nor here, and how can/ -find, time lo- speak w4th }Am&Pousi who languishes with me by sympathy. - )U -> Mrs,

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24 Mrs'. Easy. This night your Uncle does design an entertainment: we'Lbe in Masquexade, Betty shall find out Amorous, and let him come also, mask't, none will know him, and if it be possible, get a way with him, I conceive the project easie. Grace. Most probable too, oh dear Madam 1 how / am obsig'd to your advice, and permission. Mrs. Easy. Now / have instructed you, i'le be no more seen in your company to night, farewel, think of nothing but Amorous $~ whilst /prepare for Lovechange : [aside] [Exit Mrs. Easy Grace. Come Betty, follow me to my Closet for a Letter, if Pray ers can help us, the gods shall want no sacrifice. Exeunt Scene Mrs. Woodbee's house. Enter Amorous, and Perigreen. Per. Sir, I am infinitely oblig'd to you for your goodness to me an unhappy stranger, and when you know how much /deserve your pitty too, I don't doubt but you will give it me. Amor. Nothing Sir that you can suffer, can deserve pitty , unless you be a Lover. Per. Sir, /am a Lover, and so distrest a one Amor. Dare you not oblige me with the knowledge on't ? Per. Twou'd be too tedious, and too melancholly,and none but Lovers can a judgement make of what a Lover feels, therefore ex cuse me Six. Amor. To let you know, how great my sence can be /le tell you I can love as well as any, nay, and compare my miseries with yours, I love a Lady Sir, whose youth, and beauty,make all Captives that but look upon her, 'tis such a Treasure, that had Jason known, he wou'&haye let his golden Fleece alone, to have made a Rape on her j and like that too,'tis guarded by so strange a monstrous Beast,an oljd .'decripped Miser Uncle, that 'tis more difficult to charm his will, then sight a thousand Draggons, the Neeces full consent, and heart i've won, but am forbid to love by this old man- • Peis. What reasons can he give for this severity ? Amor. He makes no objections against my Estate, or Person, for / am

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(*«) am sole heir to my Aunt, and all the hope of being so to that Uncle too j which you know in Spain. Ter. Your Person Sir, is far from being disgustful, 'tis rather to be admir'd, and Jov'd what can the reason be ? Amor. Why Sir, he has a Nephew, call'd Mx.Courtwell Ter. Heavens! What of him? [aside Amor. Who is design'd by this old testy man, to marry with my Aunt, she's rich, and as you see, not disagreeable. Ter. What will this come to? . [aside Amor. But she for some reasons refuses him , yet he is worthy, young, and rich. Ter. Does (he refuse him Sir ? Oh false Dissembler. [aside AmoT. You seem disturb'd Sir. Ter. Yes Sir, to think that no merits, no parts, though even Di vine, can take a heart inflexible, my Case was so, but does he love her much ? Amor. For her riches only, her wealth, he courts, not her, cou'd he but gain her, I shou'd then be happy, for his Uncle declares , I shall, be welcome tohisNeece, when C0«rfn>e//isreceiv'd well by my Aunt, or if he wou'd cease his Courtship, and make it elsewhere, in time, the old man might be reduc'd. Ter. I know this Courtwell, and will try my Arts to make him al- ter his, as well as hisUncles will, believe me Sir , I once had power o're him, and I will try and use it now for both your services. Amor. I don't distrust your vertue, nor your, will, pray see, what you can do, and let me be honour'd, with the Title of your friend. Ter. Sir, I am proud of the glory, and am your faithful Servant. [Exit Perigreen EnterBetty. Bet. Sir, I have a meflage to you, besides this, [gives him a Lett er Amor. Welcome dear messenger of Love, oh how you bless my Soul. Betty. You speak as if you were sure it brought love, and good News. Amor. Nothing from this hand tan be ungrateful ! [Reads Tis enough, yes I will come, though Hell oppos'd my passage Betty, thou know'fVthe contents of this, and must assist my just design. E „- Betty.

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26 Betty. Has my A/istrefs sent you word what habit she's be in ? Amo. She has, but without that help, my heart would find her out, pray tell her how impatiently I long for the wish'd for moment. Betty. Sir, that you may imploy your self to advantage till then, you were best to provide the means to carry her away handsomely, and think of a place, where. Amor. Oh Betty, trouble not your self for that, if fortune be so kind to me, to put her into my hands, He warrant her safety there,He defie Fate, to ravish her thence, keep but thy yl/istressin this happy humour, and I don't fear success. Betty. .Well Sir, it grows dark, and I shall be wanted , He say all the kind things I can, and which I am sure you think, to Mrs. Grace, and so farewell Sir - Amor. Oh Betty, thou canst not think what I wou'd fay , nor I can't utter it, but let Grace imagine, she loves, and knows my Soul to beintirely hers, I will not fail a moment, and so difguis'd , as none hut she (hall k now me. Exeunt severally Scene theMail. Enter Mrs. Easy, and Peg. Mrs. Easy. I wonder Teg, who this shou'd be, that has put this t<ick upon us, and sent the note to Lovechange} Teg.. Some of his Ladies from Wildsircet A\ley,ox some other soch part of the Town. Mrs. Easy. I cannot believe he wou'd reveal it'to anv, I have had many proofs of his prudence, and love, though no use of hissecresie till this hour, pray Heaven I don't repent it." Peg. Pshaw, what at your repentance already, good Madam, . don't think ofjt, but go boldly on. Mrs. Easy. Well, Tie be at the upper end of this Walk, but I am so impatient, that I wou'd have you go through the Guard, and fee for him. , Teg, Youneed not doubt his speed, but however He go. [ExitPeg Enter Courtwell in aCloa^ MsrEaiy. Ldvcchange, Lovechange ! Cour

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m : Court. This must be the Lady— [aside] Madam is it you? Mxs. Easy, I have sent Teg just how through the Guards to look for you-j which way came you ? Court. By a Key the other way, now what (hall I entertain her with for a beginning ? Apoxon't, I shall spoil all. I fear, if I talk much, and Icarmotcome ii£ht down to the matter. {as.de Mrs. Easf. You arethoughtfulljMr. .Lovechange, what, is it some device to excuse the mistake of the Letter ? Oh Lovechange! I coU'd not believe, you wou'd have treated my first kindness to you, in this ungrateful sort. Court. What shall I answer now? some kind Devil assist mel[afide]Oh Madam, he that can be false to you, is a Reprobate to Heaven, and durst not aspire to the bounties os your love » but Madam —— lam out again (aside) will you believe my Vows and Oaths ? By your divine self, by all that's Mrs. Easy. Hold, I must, I will believe you. Ah Lovechange, you little think with what fear I come to yeild you up my Honour, after believing you false. But come you must dis pose of me, I can't resist. Court. Nay, if you be thereabouts already, I am happy e nough : [aside] Madam don't destroy our pleasures with fears ofany thing, for by all that's good I am intirely yours,come,whither shall I lead you, I am impatient/ [Enter Peg. Peg. Madam, Madam. Mrs. Easy. Stay, here's my Woman has something to fay to me. [goes to Peg, Peg. Mr. Lovechange is coming/I/ad am. Mrs. Easy. Coming/ whether is he coming tro ? Peg, To you Madam, as fast as he can. Mrs. Easy. Fool, he's here already. Peg. Already! where? Mrs. Easy. Why, there thou Dunce. Pe^. He-mounted a Cloud then, for i'me sure / saw him paying his Coach, and (poke to him, told him where you were, and run before, to give you1notice. Mrs. Eats. Thou art stark mad, I have entertain d him this half hour,here E V Peg.

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28 Peg. Lord Madam, 'tis the greatest mistake in the World , I vow this is some forlorn, or other, that making a discovery of the Ene my unguarded, fell on, believe me Madam, 'tis none of Mr. Love change. Mrs. Easy. Who theDevil shou'd it be then ? Well'tis a mercyl had not discover'd all to him. Peg. If you have been together this half hour, I fear you have discover'd too much 'Slise > I have it, I fancy this must be some body concern'd in the Intrigue of the Letter sent to Mr. Lovechange. Mrs. Easy. Faith it may be so, He try, and fit him soft. Court. Madam, you forget, that I am impatient of delay, what's all this whispering for ? Mrs. Easy. My Woman informs me, that some of my Relations are in the Mall, and 'tis possible may know me, therefore dear Lovc~ change, retire to some remote place ofthePark. Court. Madam, lobey you, with joy. Mrs. Easy. The Duck-Pond side, I think most convenient 5 But for our beter security, go you about that way, He go this, and meet you. Court. I take your word, and will be there before you. Mrs. Easy. I believe you will, if at all ? [Exit Courtwell. Oh the villany of Man ! Peg. Ohth Wit of Woman ! Madam, I adore your contrivance. Enter Lovechange. Mrs. Easy. My Loiechangel Lov. My dearest Mistress ! Mrs. Easy. Oh I know that voice 'tis musick to my Soul, (aside that I shou'd be so dull, not to distinguish the false one , from the true-' Well dear Lovechange, let's withdraw tosomeother part of the Park lets open, for I have many eyes to watch me. Lov. This overcharge of joy arrives too hastily, I shou'd have time to let it enter by degrees. Mrs. Easy. Noceremonious Foppery dear Lovechange I our joys require some hast, but something Peg, I have to fay to thee first, here take this Key, and dress your seisin my Masking habit, and repre sent me this Evening, He trust thy management ofthe business , and thy Wit to deceive the old Man* Peg-

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29 Peg. Let me alone Madam, to act you to the life, till Red time «t least. Mrs. Easy. Nay, I think thou may'st venture thy Maiden-head without danger, there too. Peg. I think, for any great massacre he has made of yours , T may , well lie run, for fear of the worst. [Exit Peg. Lov. Come my fair Mistress, whilst thus I bear you off, to reap the joys of Love, I find more happiness, more real argument for glorious pride, then if TryumphantLawrel decktmy Brow , to speak me Conquerour of Monarchys ? Exeunt. Scene suppos'd the Duckrpond fide. Enter Mrs. Woodbee from one(ide,.ax\d Courtwell from the other, meeting. Court. Well Madam, I find you are a Woman of Honour , and! have kept your word, and then I need not doubt of all the happiness I wish beside. Wood. Oh how my heart rises at this false Man, but I must dissem ble it. [aside I vow Mr. Lovechange, 'tis well you can't see me blush, for I confess I am notus'd to these encounters. Court. Come, come, fair one, no fence of shame 1 beseech you,for that will call the blood up to thy face, which shou'd be active in a- nother part, oh that dear thought, faith and troth makes me impati- ent: Come, come where (hall we be, where, where, what think you of yonder Bench ? Wood. Ohintollerable/ he never was thus kind to me before / nor would he now, if he knew all. [aside Court. Come, come, no study upon the matter. Wood. Fye, fye, Mr. Lovechange , no approaches to the business 3 methinks there shou'd be some shortPrologue of Courtship, before the Scene of Love begin. Court. Our youth, and vigour, needs none of all that,, we are ready at all times. Wood. Iwondyouwere . [Aside * 'Sir,,

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30 Sis, you have prevail'd, and overcome, but methinks this Bench ii a very undeccht place. Court. Oh Madam I There has been many a worse shift made, the night,and these kind sttades, secure our joys. •' Wood. But not your perfid sourness. [aside He swear Sir, you are so importune. [Exeunt hand in hand' Scc/;e UWr. -Easy's house. Entrr Mr. Easy, and Sir Ralph. Mr. Easy. Come, come, Grace, Wife, _?etty, Peg, where be all these Girls, there is such tricking, such licking, patching, and finisying, that 'tisa (hame to fee't.and tedious to attend it,but to entertain you, we'l have a Song. Sir Ralph. With all my heart Uncle. A Song. Poor honesi Fool, Iwonderivhat I meant ? When in the Marriage Circle, firs I went. What Magic k's in that Name ) What pow'rfnl conjuration, can there be, Or where' s that too^ too happy foe, That can allay Love- • when 'tis Legion. Tetfor a quiet Life Eve often dyd, But oft my Wife has Murdered me beside : So slyly too, she did the deed, . That at my Murderers fight, I con 'd not bleed* Though a Phillis new inspires, At once Life, and whole troops of fresh desires. ee» Andyctfoou'd I be cons ant fill 1 will, Tes like a Rock., and like that too, lie take Each Wave that near me breaks ."' Andravislit gently, for her cruel sake : There lie dr inh^, and quaff, and ryot : They re sukfy Souls that keep more constant dyet. .life Very

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31 Very we'll, I vow, and swear now. Enter Peg as Mrs. Easy, in Mask. Betty difguis'd like Grace, other Men and Women Masked, old Easy to Peg. Mr. Easy. My dear Wife, now I like thee, i'st not as good to be merry at home, as abroad ? Peg. Sir, I am all obedience, and like any place where you are. Mr. Easy. Why, thats well said, come, inform the Musick , and He make one, and you Sir Ralph take Grace here, come Grace, be a good Girl, and love Sir Ralph. [Gives hi /« Betty. Dance all. Sir Ralph. Most judiciously tript, I vow and swear now, ha ! little Mrs. Grace, come since you can wag your heels so prittily in a Dance, you'l wag something else in place where, He warrant ye, ha Rogue, thy handsome Leg, and Foot, has made me wish ~— — you little think, what, I vow now. * Betty. Nor care tx> know Sir. Sir Ralph. You lye like a pritty little Baggage faith now, you do know, and you shall know before anon, what fay you Uncle ? Mx.Eafy. I fay, as you do Sir Ralph. Sir Ralph. I Sir, and in order to't, pray send for a Cushion Cuffer, that there may be no more shall I, (hall I, inthe Case, for all flesh is frail, and Women fickle. What fay you Mrs. Grace. Betty. I am all obedience. Mr. Easy. Come Ladies, and Gentlemen, I have a treat waits you within. E?;fer Amorous difguis'd, Amor. That must be (he by her habit, and shape, Madam do you know me ? Betty. Do you know me ? Amor. My heart tells me I do, and yours might answer you, Betty. Mr. Amorous,— Oh Sir my Mistress — — Mr. Easy. How's this! Sir Ralph. What's this a Rival, oh Uncle a Rival, a Rival. . Mr. Easy. Cocks bodikins 'tis. this impudent young Hector Amorous. Sir Ralph. How, Amorous ? what's he ? pray Uncle. Mr. Easy. One, that wou'd rob you of your Mistress. Sir Ralph, go and take her from hinuC Sir Ralph

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32 Sir Ralph. I thank you for that, I make one of the worst bulleys in nature, I vow, pray Uncle do you handle him for me, he has a ter rible grim look of his own. Mr. Easy. Sir, pray who are you ? Amor. A troubled Spirit Sir, that still repairs to it's bright Treasure Sir Ralph. OhareyousoSir? We shall conjure you, Uncle, Uncle. Mr. Easy. First Mistress, come you o'this side take her away Sir Ralph. Betty. Tis not Amorous Sir. Mr. Easy. I will not trust you, nor believe you, but who e're he be, we'l leave him to himself. Your Servant good Familiar. Sir Ralph. I, Sir your Servant, you seethe Treasure's own'd , and you may please to walk, fare you well, fare ) ou well. [Exeunt all 'but Amorous. Enter to Amorous, Grace/m* behind the Hangings, Easy returns to the door. Grace. Amorous, my faithful Friend 1 Mr. Easy. What this ? ■ [aside Amor. My dearest Grace, 'twas kindly done to undeceive me quickly, why didst not tell me of thy plot ? Grace. Because I wou'd surprize ye unawares, but dear Amorous, \ have a plot for thee wholly necessary to our happiness , you must play the Parson, and marry this Fool to Betty, that we may have time for our escape, 1 have hid a habit within a purpose, haste dear Amo rous, for our affairs require haste. Mr. Easy. Oh rare Rogues, have I caught ye. [a'ide. Amor. Dear Grace, how Iamoblig'd to thee for this contrivance,. doubt not my management. Grace. He wait behind these hangings for you. [Exeunt. The End of the Second Act. Actus

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33 Actus Tertius, bcena rnma. Enter Sir Ralph, and Betty. . Sir Krf//?/;. "p^T Owl defiemy Rivals, if Amorous court thee now, I He have an Action against him, I hate these fight- -*- ingFopps faith, that upon every occasion are at Sa — (a — A pox of their Valour, sirrah, court my mistrifs. if you dare, fays one, for if thou dost, this shall proclaim my right, then.to't they go, and there's a Lover lost, perhaps the others, hang'd, the Drunken Fopp cry es dam ye, you dpg, drink up your Glass, or you are not fit for civil Society^ which ifrefus'd, to Tilting they go, and this they call an honourable quarrel. 'Tis likely three halfpence v/ell manag'd at an Apothecary es, cures all the wounds they have, and they set up for men of Courage, brisk Bulleys of the Sworct: These Grace, be the finest Blades of the Age, that court ye, and gain too, all the idle Women of the Town -, and when a Country, down-right, honest, peaceable Knight, as I am, makes Love j we are laught at ca\X d Six Martin, S\x Nicholas j and forty other ridiculous names, that the newest Comedies furnish ye iwrthall ; But Grace;, I have mo ney Grace, and a pox of formal Fopps. Betty, six, you entertain me with things that concern me not. Sir Ralph. Yes Grace, I wou'd have thee be wise now , thou art my Wife. Enter Easy, leading Grace from behind the Hangings. Easy. Be these your tricks Mistrifs, what you were hid to wait your Lover Amorous, were you ? comealong, or I will disgrace thee publickly. Sir Ralph. What's this, what's this, my Uncle, and Mrs. Grace, why who the Devil have I married here then ? Betty. Your Friend,and Sexyaat Betty, Sir. Sir Ralph. How ! why youhavenot cheated me thus, out of my sweet self have you? oh I'me undone, undone! [cryes. Easy. How ! Sir Ralph, married to Betty } Oh me, that I had but so much moisture in my whole body as wou'd keep you company F SirZUZji,

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(?4) (34) Six Ralph, but since 1 have not, this baggage shall cry for me —go—. get you in, and know ytmrCommanderi Grace. Oh Betsy \'fl\e lost.,-, [Exejtnt Easy, GFace, and Sir Ralph. ' EWer Ahiorbus. Amor. So, now I have resign'd mv holy Habit, and am become h lay Lover agen. Betty. O Sir, my poor Mistrifs was discoyer'd behind the Hang- • jogs, and'her Uncle has treated her very ill for your lake. Amor. Discovered .' oh Betty thdu kill'st me ! so near my wifht for Port, and funk i'th very harbour. Malitious Stars! ■ Betty. Well Sir, I don't doubt but for all this, to bring it about a ?en, in the mean time, 'twere good you shou'd retire,Iyvill giveyou notice of all that pasiWl ;.<• '■. '^Amor. I thank thee lttfty, bull fear my Fate, Bow near was /, to being Fortunate. [Exeunt severally. Scftie a Bed-chamber, a Table out, and a Chair. Enter Mr. Easy, and Peg. Eitjy. ©Womanl monstrous Woman! Argus eyes quotha' ! yean hundred were not able to watch one Woman, a curse upon the whole Sex, and foolish Man for being so fond of 'em. Oh I am sick, very sick with fretting, ten years ate taken from my time With this nights work, but I have her fast, and will as soon asday appears con jure her into better manners^ oh my heats/ But all my consolationis in thee my dear Wife. [undresses himself. Peg. What the Devil shall I fay, or do ? I dare not turn my Face toward the light, least he fhou'dknowme, and If I speak, I fear* that will'betray me, if I refuse to go to Bed .' I diseover all my Mistresses secrets, and then we are undone, if I go to Bed — Why then-*— Heaven knows what - — ■ [^si.de. Easy. I am happy in this yet. that IintheemyHony,have a loving Vertuous Wife, one that's above all the little Light nesses of her Sex, yes, her vlllanous Sex,' Come, come to Bed my Love. Teg. Sir, since 'tis so near day, and you so hasty to take Revenge iiponXJWf, we had e'n as good save the labour of undressing. ■Easyl

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m Ekfy. By no means, to BdflL say, that I may take a little repose, after this harassing of my Spirits, but still I am thrice happy in thee. Peg. Aye, wou'd you knew all — no hopes yet NoMistrifs come, whatshall Ido? she is 'so taken up With her more soft affairs, that (he minds not how rashly I am like to "be us'd with this old Master of mine. {aside Easy. Thou hast but One only fault, andthat is, hot loving thy Bed, prithee reform that lewd and scandalous way of life, of sitting 1 f up late. Peg. Lord, that he shou'd blame any Woman , that refuses to go into a pair ofSheets with him. (aside Easy. Undress I fay, or I (hall be most villanous angry agen. Peg. It must out, and it will out, but I am to be excus'd,for I. have plaid my part, and counterfeited,ti!l I am come to almost past Coun terfeiting.To Bed quotha','Slife I had as live lyein aCharnel house, I don't blame myMistrissfor loving another,but hark,I hear a rufling [noise below"] 'tis certainly she,ohthat I were now transforms, [aside Easy. Why the Devil, come you not to Bed ? Peg. I am hasting as fast as I can Sir. [undresses herself. Please you to go in before, I won't stay a moment after you. Easy. Oh the intollerable Pride, and Plague of Woman-kind! I tell ye I will not budge a foot without ye, therefore come away , I will break thee of this humour at last. [pulls her in. Peg. Oh undone ! quite undone ! Enter as below Mrs. Easy, Mrs.Easy. All is husht, and still, I' hope all's well, oh my dearest Loveckange, if yorf did but know with what regret I leave you, your pitty, wou'd certainly augment your love. "Tis almost day, and yet methinks 'tis but a little moment wehave been together.* Oh how short the hours of love and pleasure seem. • Lov. I think so too my Dear, wou'd it had pleas'd the gods to KaveboUnd us thus eternally together. . Mrs. Easy. Ganyou dear tovechdtige^ speak this Language still? aftey enjoyment, .men grow dull,and-cold. Lov. N umber not me, -amongst the common rout of those , w hose beastly Appetite begeh;a (hon1iv'd|>affi6n, mine like the objestthat 'Mi caus'dit, is-pure/tnelTangable, WifhoCit deceit. - "' t 2 Mr^ Easy.

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GO Mrs. Easy. I must believe you, and must love you too, but we must part, oh that ungra'eful word ! Lov. But we must meet agen, that only hope atfones for the un kind nels of the other, pray dont suffer many hours to. pass, before you let me fee you, I (hall dye with one whole day of absence. Mrs. Easy'. You please me, when you do but wish to see me , and to return that goodness, for 'ti^liich [_ sighs'] lie study how to love, and how to please, and how to keep you ever in this state This blefs'd Estate ofloving.But this is an Argument we must discourse at large of^now Sir adieu, for the first time Ithink we have done well. < Lov. r cannot leave thehouse, till I know how you speed with your too passionate Husband. Mrs. Easy.' He creep softly up, if he be asleep, l'me safe.for nothing but the noise of money can wake him, attend you below. [Exeunt severally. A Bed-chamber discover d, with Peg and Mr. Ea( y int. Peg. Discovcr'd / and undone! Easy. Bctray'd! ruin'd ! bctray'd ! oh thou wicked, thou treache rous Wretch, where's my Wife, my lewd, wicked Wife? Peg. Are you mad ? Easy. Yes, I am, and will (hew it, thou Eternal Baggage. Peg. So now let him strike, rrhey fight^Peg puts out if he can aim well. {the Candle. Ex:/* Peg. Easy. This stian't serve your turn, I will cudgel thee, till I have not left a bit ot skin on thy bones, I don't expect thou (hou'dst tell me whereabouts thou art, noHuswife5IIefeelyouout She gropes to 1 will, and so feel thee, that thou llialt feel me too. (.find her. Enter Peg softly, and Mrs. Easy, in the fame night-G-owft thatPeghadon. Peg. So, now go you in, and receive a blow or two, and be sure you cry out lustily, and He come to your assistance with a Candle. - (To Mrs. Easy aside. Exit Peg Mrs. Easy. Good dear Husband be'nt so passionate, what have I done to cause this? Mr. Easy. Thou impudent Harlot, dost call me Husband ? teH me truly, confess, confess, what Rogue, has got thy Mtstriss out, where is she a Catterwawling ? confess, or I will dissect thee, for thou art her Pimp — — [beats Fer. Mrs. Easy

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(37) Mrs. Easy. Your grief has made you Iunatick, lam your Wife, hold, hold your prophane hands. Mr. Easy. No, I will mark thee with a Vengeance, He spoil your Pimping. Mrs. Easy. Murther, murther, since you are so inhumane, I will have no mercy on your Reputation, murther ! Enter Peg with a Light. Peg. Bless me ! what do I see, my dear Mistriss ? Mr. Easy. Ha, ha, her dear Mistriss? 'tis so,*tis so, I, I, thou art Peg;, and this is my own sweet Wife. {looks on 'um both. Mrs. Easy. Sir, pray let me know why you use me thus ? Is it not enough that you have married me to an old stinking Carcass, a use less thing, but you must beat me ? I will no more endure you , no not the sight of thee. Mr. Easy. Sweet Wife, most merciful Wife, bear with the frailties ofmy age. Mrs. Easy. I have born with 'em too long- Mr. Easy. Aye, there's it, It's that sticks by thee, but dear Wife I protest, I took thee all this while for Peg. Mrs. Easy. How came you to mistake ? Mr. Easy. Why, when I was in bed, as you made me go before, youknow, /fancy 'd that the Papers which iyou were looking on at the Table Teg. Which was no other then a Prayer-Book to prolong time only. (To Mrs. Easy aside Mx.Easy: And thinking it might have been a Love-Letter ("for/ am naturally jealous) stole out of Bed, and looking thee full in the face, I thought thou, hadst been Teg, very Tegj as I am a lover of thy vertue, I know not how I came to.be mistaken, but so 'twas, and /dare swear Teg. What Sir, that 'twas I ? Lord how merry you are Sir. Mrs. Easy. And must I suffer, because you are old and blind ? Mx.Easy. Truth is, 'tis very unreasonablej pardon me myfauyny Angelical Wife, I will never trust my eyes again in this case. Peg, Pray forsooth bear with his Weakness, and the Infirmity of Age., Mr. Easy. Ah how she aggravates my crime^oldj and age were no harm;

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38 harm, but that fhe'i brisk and youthful, patience , good Lady, pa tience. Mrs. Easy. I'me resolv'd He pardon ye this once, in pitty to your years. Mx.Easy. Aye, there 'tis agen. Mrs. Easy. But if ever /find you faulty again, Ilebe divorc'd. Mx.Easy. Thou hast reason, for on my Consccience thou art as good a Virgin, as when I had thee. Peg. He deny that, or she has past her night but ill. [Aside. Mrs. Easy, /will not bed with you to night, for besides that lam exceedingly offended with you, you have mortifi'd all inclinations of a Bedfellow in me, and so fare you well Sir. Mr. Easy Patience I fay though I have no great matter to do a bed with her, yet I dare not trust her out of my sight,— but Jmust let her have her will this once, [aside] have you forgiven me? Mrs. Easy. I shall do by the morning perhaps. [ExitMx. Easy. So, go thy ways, and dream, if thou hast any subject for it in thy Brain, whilst lie to Lovechange, and in his arras, compleat the rest of this so well begun night. Peg. I too, deserve something for acting so judiciously in this affair. Mxs.Easy. Thou, dear Peg, art Loves Matchivil, and descrv'sta Statue rear'd to thv memory for all honest disereet Maids to wor ship. Teg. Haste Madam, for Mr. Lovechange stays to take a parting kiss I'me glad we are come off so nobly, and that you have a little time, good, for a little more delight,when you are pleas*d,we must contrive someway to free poor Mrs. Grace, who soffers for Loves fake roo. Mrs. Easy. Let me alone for that. [Exeunt amhœ. Scene Mrs. Woodbee's house. Enter Clare. Clare. I wonder in my heart, where this Mistrifs of mine is, fhc'l e'n stay till tis light, and discover herself, pray Heavens she come before the house is up. Enter

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39 E»/er UWrs. Woodbee: Oh Madam I'me glad you are come before my Master , well how thriv'd you Madam ? Wood. Just as I wifht Girl, and as wecontriv'd it, he met me at the Duck-Pond side, where we stay'd most part of the night. Oh had the Joys which I receiv'd been meant to me I Clare. Madam you fee, what imagination can do, and did he do as he ought to do Madam ? Wood. O Clare ! he said and did so many kind things to me ! Clare. So many fay you Madam? Nay then we (hall have him comehome as tame, and pensive, as a Gamester, out-donein. hisown Trade of Nicking, now it may be I may go quietly about my busi ness, all this day at least. Wood. And I may lye quietly too, unless I can cheat him agen, well I was never so pleas'd, and difpleas"d in my Life before, some way I will find to be reveng'd. Clare. Some soch Comical way. Wood. No my hopes are gone for ever having of him this way in my power, oh this treacherous man that I have so oblig'd. Clare. And he has this night made some returns. Wood. Stay, when I think how great a satisfaction 'twas to him,to believe himself in the Arms of Mrs. Easy I can't think of a better re venge, then to let him know it was not she. v ■■ Clare. Why, will you tell him Madam ? Wood. Yes, and at once destroy his vain glory, and let him know how sensible /am of theaffront, if he ha9any sence offhame, or ho nour, this may reclaim him; Enter Lovechange singing, taking no notice of his Wife. He's coming; how now Mr. Lovechange, what no good morrow after a whole nights absence. Lov. What the Devil do you up so early? you become yourbed; far better. Wjod. I can't rest Mr. Lovechange, when you ate not there. Lev. You must use your self to such things, Husband and Wife, were not made to lyeEternally together. Wood. Why6Mr. Lovechange, what other use can you put your self to a nights ? Lov„

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40 Lov. I thank ye for that I'saith — What then to lye with my own Wife ? as I take it, there were no Articles between you , and I, to leave off any part of my former Trade , as Drinking, Ga ming Wood. And Whoring. Lov. Nay, my Dear, as for that believe me, I have left it quite off. A man that has a Wife so experienc'd as thouart,so kind,fo willing a Wise, faith I think he were worse then a Tyger to abuse thee, thou hast all my stock, believe me dear Soul. Wood. Which is a very small one. Lov. Faith a Man, that drinks, and Games, can't be very brisk that way. Wood. Drinking was ever counted an Enemy to our Sex, but pray Sir how does gaming abuse it? Lov. Why faith, isa Man has ill luck, as likely I have -What with Fretting, Swearing, Damming, and throwing, my Spirits dis perse, which shou'd retire to the place you wot on. Wood. You think any excuse may serve for a Wife, all this, may make you unkind at home, but do the Ladies abroad find your fret ting, Damming, Swearing, and throwing, disperse Nature in you ? Lov. Ah! I see where the Worm bites, thou art politickly jea lous of me. Wood. Oh fye/ Jealous? (that were a fault indeed) of one so kind,-so just, and true a Husband as you are Mr. Lovechange. Lov. Thou hast said all in a word,Egad I wou'd not change thee for the finest Miss in Town. Wood. Yes, there is a certain Lady, that for a Night, you did not care, if you made an exchange with. Lov. Who I? IdesietheWorld. Wood. You have not been to Night, with the dearest, the finest Woman ? V.ov. How ! 'Slife, this comes home to me. [aside. Who I ! I've been Drinking,and Gaming, away with these jealous Fopperies. • Wood. You were more oblig'd to the kind shades in St. James's Park,than to the Moon, who's light perhaps might have discover'd your errour. Lov

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41 .(40 Lov. O confound her! all's out, how came she to know it }(aside Wood. What are you studying for an excuse? a lye to put me off with ? Lov. I will out-face her. (aside Nowartthouasmad, as blind Love and Jealousie can make thee, prithee to Bed and settle thy Brain, go Wood. Mr. Lovechange, I have no other end in this, more then to let you know your errour, and that I am sensible of the indignity, t,ake notice I knew of your meeting at the Duck-Pond side, and shall reward your kindness. (she offers to go out. Lov. Duck-Pond side ? Stay, I grow serious, that I have infinite obligations to thee, I must ever own, and I had nothing to return you back, but this bare sub stance, and a gratitude, and what the heats of youth may prompt me too I can't tell •, But when you ask me truly what they are I will in form your knowledge, and what you charge me with of this nights action, believe me Madam, is false information, I saw no woman, by the Duck-Pond side. Wood.How can I credit this?and yet / shou'd believe him, [aside peuhapsmy eyesinform'dme ofyour falfhood,/am not apt to credit evil Tongues. # Lov. Oh don't pursoe an errour, to my prejudice; upon my Ho nour; by all the vows of siicred Love, and Marriage, I was riot near that place, but something I remember past last night, 'twixt whom / know not, that perhaps deceiv'd you. He search it out and (atissie your Jealousip. Wood. Oh Heavens ! if this be true what thing am / ? [aside Lov. Come don't vex thy self with peevishness, don't create these ills , that will torment thee. He fatisfie thy doubt, believe me Dear. Wood. Oh I am ruin'd, [aside] if he be not false,how hard a fate is mine— He take your word Sir. [Exit Lovechange Claret For Heavens fake, Madam keep your courage up, for if you have Cuckold my Master by- mistake, 'tis the best way to put as good a face on't, as you can, there's no recalling it. Lord whata businefsyou makeofa thing that is not wonh speaking of. Wood. But guilt's a strange thing Clare. G Clare.

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42 Clan. Why you don't believe him sure, can all your fences rail you, or will you credit him, in fpightofem all, you saw, you heard, and ftlttoo, as you fay. . Wood. They were all prepar'd to receive him, without any other imagination, and mightbe easily deceiv'd. Clare. But since there's no possibility of any other Person's coming then his, you ought, not to give your faith so easily. But Madam, here comes Mr. Courtwell, who will perhaps discover more. Wood.. Shame, and Confusion, will not let me hear him. [Exit with Clare Enter Courtwell. Court. Now, wou'd I give the world to know this Womansnarae, and abode, these curiosities, don't usually last after enjoyment, one wou'd have thought I had glutted my self of Woman-kind for these two days, and of her for everdout 'twas a sweet plump active Rogue. 'Slife, yonder's the KogueLove- [ Enter Lovechange pensive. change, he looks J ike a defeated Lover But what the Devil makes him here at the Widdows, well a rich Widdow is the very sink of younger Brothers, and harbours more then a Gaming house, I don't like his being here though, it looks like Rivalssiip,and though it be but Justice in him, yet I can by nafcaeans permit it.lt makes me angry-Why how nowLovcchange,mzthinks thou look'st melanchol ly upon t, what no hope from the Widdow?for I perceive you Rival me. Lov. Oh trouble not your head with the Widdow, you may re^ member I told ye (he was not for your turn. Court. Are you sure of that ? Lov. Most certain. Court. And are you the Man, the happy Man. Lov. Why, what exceptions have you against me, what, He war rant, you thought the noise of Lands, and Joynctures wou'd have carried it, but know Will, that Wit, and Parts are greater Motives. Court. And does your conceit Edwards perfwadeyou to the be lief, that you are so qualify'd? Lov. Faith, I never studied that, but the Ladies are kind, and do tell me of some such charms I am Master of. Court. The Lady too Ned, that you met in the Park, (he has that goodness sot you too, hah J hov..

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43 £w. She issatisfy'd, and that's sufficient. Court. I hope she was, for I did my best. Lord Ned, that thou •fliou'd'st be so simple, to believe thy self Master of all hearts. All the Ladies submit to you dear Ned, so did the Lady in the Mall, did she nOt ; But there was a Man, ("though not so considerable as you Sir) that pleas'd her better by the Duck-Pond side,and perhaps may make as good an interest in her, as you have in the WiddOws heart, you guess the Man, and so farewel Ned, farewel, ha, ha, ha. [Offers to go out: Lov. Prithee stay, Egad thou art pleasant company my dear Soul; and was there say you ? was there such a spark ? that did the feat so well at the Duck-Pond side ? ha, ha, ha ? Court. I am glad you are so merry Sir. Lov. Faith, I can't forbear being infinitely pleas'd to find my friend so happy, I am glad I know this secret, I might have wanted the means to have convine'd my Wife else, that 'twas not I , . but I wonder who the Devil the Lady shou'd be , surely some one taken with my Person, and that had a certain longiug ■ and how Will, and how did you find her ? ror I am willing to communicate my blessings. Court. Why hadst thou ever injoy'd her? Lov. In truth not, nor never will for ought I know. Court . You seem'd yesterday to praise her to tKe Skies, and is she fain so low iny our opinion. Lov. She that I spoke of, was^and-isthe fame , an'd nothing, but Age, can alter her from being the r finest , sweetest Person in the World. • ''■'.'■ ;.'[!{. ; hi ' i Court. I found her so,f ajfo/e^and in her arts of Love,so ravishing-- Lov. And was she brisk that way, fay you ? Will, Court. To a miracle,! canfc contain my joy, I must discover all— and now 4eax Lovechange iS^oJi-wmCÆ. let. melknow herina*ne,and quality? 'Wlci blrrfo l^\ si :';,;-:'• ( mil Lov. By ray troth Sir, if I cou'd serve you this way, you might coa&mandme ; ButyoUaft^&^tKdyihap^yenoughibe not too glo- rious with it. .lopl r «irifcWB Wia^Iaisnoiir^th^ be my guide— You^^r^^rosSirvÆaoe^idu armsbvfarriastique* Brl G 2 LOV.

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44 Lov. Your Servant deixWill, ha, ha. Exit Lovechange. Enter Perigreen dressing him. Court. I cannot comprehend this Fellow's fancy, now I am for the Widdow, whom I must gain in fpight of all her peevithnefs, I know she has no aversion to my Person, and though I don't love her much, yet, ray Pride obliges me to come off Conquerour, but oh this other lovely, kind, obliging Stranger. Ter. Oh excess of Treachery / Court. Who's here, ere another Rival ? Pox on 'em, how they swarm about a rich Widdow,'Slise.I think he's dressing himself. Ter. 'Sure Cdnrtwell loves this Lady, for methinks he is very active, how fliall Iaccost him. how as a stranger stiall I begin a discourse to him? He pretend I am his Rival. (aside Court, Your Servant Sir. Ter. 'Yours Sir, proceed if you- have ought with me? Court. \ You look and talk Sir, as if you were Major Domo. Per. It may be Sir I am, will that afflict ) on? Court. My name is CourtwcllSix, and 1 pretend to the Lady off his Mansion. Per. Very likely / but whether (he will fall to your (hare or not, is a great question. Const. Not to be made by a School-boy , pretty Lad , hast any nickers, or cherry-stones ? if thou hast, there be Children of thy own size without, will hold thee play. .Per. QhSir, lie give you leave tobe witty with my youth, whilst I laugh at ydar gravity, and wisdom. In short Sir, if the Lady likes the Boy, better then yowr Manhood, you'l find cold entertainment,, goSir, take this answer, she is not for your turn, go Sir , you loose your time, there is a certain kind, obliging Lady. Court: Oh theDevil have they that story by the end too ? Well this Cltouc hasbetraid me , however this little diminutive Many stia'not affront me, yet hang't he's a child not worth my malice. n"? [Offers to go. Peri. Hold Sir, you pass no further this, way, that leads yourfco fcbe door. Court. Prithee unhand me youths thou It make me angry, and thea 1 were too blame, with so much innocence.- • : ■ s ■ r. 0 Ter,

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45 Per. None of your put off's Sir, I am not so young, nor innocent as you take me to be ; lean do many things that wou'd proclaim me Man, don't upbraid the smoothness of my Chin, my Sword's as rough as thine, and I dare draw it. Court. Very pretty. Lord how it tattles , why little talking Monsieur, by what authority do you resist me? can that fair Face diP guise it self in anger? and that's the most that thou canst do let's see thee frown, that perhaps wou'd break a Ladies heart , a soft- young silly Lady, but I make sport at theee, ha, ha, ha. Ter. What shall. / do, to raise his anger up? For I had rather that way meet my Death, then see him in the embraces of a- nother : That will but kill me a more cruel way. [aside] Come Sir, though you are pleas'd, I can be angry,you shall find the effects on't, but this is no place to decide the business in. He meet you in the Park, a pass, or two will end the fatal difference. Court. Sure he has some other motive then the love of the Wid- dow, that carries him to this rashness, the Boy grows angry, serious and can fight perhaps. Ter. No consideration Sir, if you refuse to fight me, I will Pistol- ye, take your choice to live with Honour, or to dye with Infamy. Court. Well Sir, He meet you there, but don't care for fighting* with thee much. Per. I have Conditions too for Peace, as well as War,and love sight ing, as little as you, I'me glad he consents to go out o'th house / don't care to have my story known to any but himself, who onely can relieve me. [Exeunt amh&. The End of the this dA& Adte

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46 Actus Quartus, ScenaPrima. Scene Easy's house. Enter Mrs. Easy, and Peg. Pe£. /^\H dear Madam, what shall we do for Ms. Grace^ I vow I h she is in the lamentablest taking, nay, and a worse mat- ter then that, my old Master is refolv'd to fright her out of her wits, till she consent to marry Sir Ralph. Mrs. Easy. Why / thought he had by mistake married Betty. Peg. So he did Madam, but they design to put her off fora peice of money, it being a cheat, and without a License, and Betty offers fora thousand pound to sit down with the loss, and release him to Mrs. Grace, but all this does not fatissie, for Mrs. Grace is refractory, and will by no means consent. Mrs. Easy. Poor Grace, what contrivance shall we think of, to release her from her bondage and torment. Teg. Alas Madam, if that were the worst, but her Uncle designs this morning to let out some of her hot blood, as he calls it, he has sent fora Surgeon, and pretending (he is mad, means to try conclusions by opening a vein, or two. Mrs. Easy. He dares not be so cruel, and inhumane. Pe^. I suppose he dares not design so ill a thing indeed , but (he being very young, and innocent, will soon ("at least he thinks fojbe brought to yeild to any thing, rather then be so us'-d , burMadam I have thought of a stratagem; when my Master sends out for a Sur geon, He let you fee my wit, I will not tell you beforehand. Mrs. Easy. Thou art so excellent at contrivance, that I will not question the success, nor ask thee what it is, qp on and prosper £, but call upon me by and by for a Letter, that I intend to write to Love change. Exeunt severally. Scene

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47 Scene Second, Chairs set out. Enter Mr, Easy, Grace, Betty, and Sir Ralph. Mr. Easy. This, is your place of execution, consider, repent, and be fav'd. Six Ralph. I, I, Mrs. Grace, that's your safest way, tis very ill lying in a cold grave this Winter time, a Bed, and a good Bedfellow were much better, consider, consider, I vow my heart bleeds to think how you will soffer for love of me. Grace. What shall I do Betty, is their no way left for my delive rance? Betty. Do not fear it Madam, Teg,and I,havelaid our heads toge ther for your relief, however make all the signs of fear you caxi.[aside Grade1: '/know not what can relieve me,but I will hope well, good Uncle, what i'st you'd have me do? how can I marry with a man that is al ready married ? Mr. Easy. Aye, by your contrivance Baggage he is, but thou shalt suffer severely fbr't, and this Slut /will make dance a ne w Galliard in Bridewell. Betty. Truly Sir I don't fear you, but for my poor Mistrifs fake V wou'd do any thing but loose my Husband. Sir Ralph. Oh ! I had rather hear a Schreech-Owl then that voice. Husband quotha' ? I defie thee. Betty. Why Sir, I have youth and beauty enough to be a Lady. Sir Ralph. Why /tell thee / care not, and thou wer't the Devil, so thou hadst money, ohl amdistracted to think that I shou'd loose fix thousand pound, and Mrs. Grace. Grace. You hear Sir, there's all his grief to loose the money. Mr. Easy. I like him the better fort, — Well you will beg pardon ■> and be receiv'd to mercy? Grace. First Sir, let me see Sir Ralph free from Betty, for /confess E wou'd not marry a man thatssiou'dbein danger of the Gallows. Sir Ralph. Oh how I tremble at that word, I, I, pray good Uncle, let me be freed from this little Jilt here, and then I do nos fear my fate as they fay with Mrs, Grace, nay if thou dost not release me I will '. give:

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48 give thee no money, nor no consolation, thou shalt 'en live by thy -wits, and thou wilt for Ralph. Betty. I am well enough fatisfy'd to part upon good consideration. Sir Ralph. What be they, what be they, any Condition. Betty. Only giving me a thousand pound Sir. Six Ralph. How ! a thousand pound ? Mercy upon us! Betty. I cannot live by my Wits, and therefore Sir Ralph. Thou wilt ruine me, a thousand pound ? Betty. You will loose six by the bargain Sir, in loosing my Mistrifs. Mr. Easy. That's well considered / confess; But will nothing less, then that mighty sum suffice you. Betty. By no means, for Sir I must marry , / wou'd not fall much lower then a Lady ship. Six Ralph. O insatiable Woman! a thousand pound ! why pray Mrs. Betty be good and merciful. Betty. I have said, and will hold there -Sir, or keep my Title. Sir Ralph. I am not able to endure the thoughts of parting with so muchmone,y ■ Mx.Easy. Come Sir Ralph, since there's no other way, you know Mr. Lovechange owes you a thousand pound, give her that Bond,and it (hall be sofficient. Betty, I am content to take it Sir, but will Mr. Lovechange pay me, is it a good debt ? Sir Ralph, lie secure it good, here, here's the Bond, take it and w ith it my curse. (crytt Here's an after-clap indeed, had I had any thing for my Money, it wou'd not have griev'd me. . Mr. Easy. Come Sir, it can't be hope, this'tistohave to do with any of their Sex. But here's Grace to make you amends with, take her. Grace. Hold Sir, two words to that bargain. Mr. Easy. Refractory still ! / will shew no mercy on thee,Sir Ralph keep her here, whilst /see if the Surgeon been't come that / sent for? [Exit Easy Sir Ralph. Sweet Mrs. Grace consent without compulsion as they fay, for / protest but that I have given a thousand pounds towards thee, / wou'd rather give you over, then see you suffer any hurt for me, therefore pray be civil a little, thoughit be against your incli nations to be so. Grace

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(45?) - Grace. I shall not consent. * Enter Mr. Easy, and Amorous, dresi as'a Surgeon. Mr. Easy. Here <sir, here's your Patient, and though (he looks so soberly at present, she's stark mad poor Soul. (cryes. And because of her Quality, I am loath to have her to Bedlam, if any Cure may be had otherwise: Grace. Sir forbear, / am not,mad, nor will be so unless you make me. fJAmorous holds her, and feels her Tulfe. Amor. Alas goodLady, you be troubled wit de Love , wit de vere great extravagance, you be very much distemper'. Grace. You be very much de Coxcomb Sir. - Mx.Easy: Aye, now she begins, come,come, to bleeding of her, is not that very good ? Amor, We', we', ver' necessar, come Lady. Grace. Thou inhumane fellow, think'st thou indeed I'me distem per'd, -and need thy cure, or if I were so, that thou hast any skill ? Yet once you sed that Love was my Disease, and that indeed was truth. (weeps Amor. Vat Complexion be de Man of dat you love, and dat can be crueko so very amiable a Person. Grace. He is not cruel, but my Uncle is, and with your help de signs to kill me sore, dofo, for since /cannot marry Amorousldode siretodye. (weeps. Mr. Easy. See Sir, how her fit alters, she'l laugh agen anon, I pray Sir be speedy. Sir Ralph. lam not able to see her b!ood,and therefore must with draw, [Exit Sir Ralph. Amor. Come Madamosel, you must permit me to do someting to ' cure your amour?, let me see,she must be ty'd to disChey'r, let me try it first. (sits down Dis is not very convenient Sir, 'tis too hard, and metinkstoolitel. Mr. Easy. Tis well, 'tis well Sir, pray to your business. Amor. No indeed,-Sira'tis notgood,make you de experiment pray, and seeif 'tiscorivenient. (o/^Eafy fits down. Mx.Easy. Cocks bod ikins, these villanous Outlandish-Men make such a pudder, an Englisli Man wou'd have kill'd you half a' score, whilst you cure one. , (Offers to rife, Amorous holds him down, H Amor,

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50 Amor. Help to bind him fast Boy. $They fa™ Mx.Easy. What d'ye mean Gentlemen? (in the Chair. Amor. Only to tye you up to your good Behaviour a little. Grace. Oh happy deliverance ! Amordks is it you ? Amor. Yes, and do you shift for your self, and leave me to handle him. [Exit Grace, Mr. Easy. Villains, unhand me,oh thou Monster Amorous, is it thou? Amor. Even I Six, I am turn'd 6'urgeon to serve you Sir, come strip up his Arms, and let us bleed him speedily. I have a drench here that must be given first, 'twil make him bleed like one of t wenty . [Tours down something. Mr. Easy, Oh I am kill'd, lam murther'd. Amor. No, you are not to dye so patiently. Mr. EaJy.Yes,l will dye on purpose that thou may'st be hang'd.-no help near? Wife, Gr^ce, Betty, Murther, murther! Enter Sir Ralph, Jo, and ether Servants. Amor. Ah Pox of his bauling, I must shift for my self now. Mr. Easy. Oh areyou caught Sir, I shall handleyou now, 'tia the Rogue Amorous : . Sir Ralph. Amorous, how came he in ? Amor. How shall he get out, oh the Devil ■ Sir Ralph. Have I got ye i'faith into my Clutches? Dear Uncle, leave his punishment to me, I have a Servant here that has the nota blest Hed-piece for Villany that ever was. Mr. Easy. Do any thing to him, that may torment him soundly, have nomercy on him, sweet Sir Kalph. Sir Ralph. I warrant ye Uncle, I have a brave place to put him into, and will have him bastinado' d thrice a day for Recreation, till ("have mortify 'd his Love. Amor. Fool, I do despise, and dare thy worst of evils,were Grace but fase, oh I shou'd be content to suffer , I'me sore they dare not murther me. Sir Ralph. Yes Grace shall be safe, and my Wife within this hour; thou (halt never see her face more. Amor. Devil do thy worst! Sir Ralph. Here Jo, take him into thy Custody , let him be put into the Vault, let silence and darkness behis Companions. Jo.

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