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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A40870	Love in the dark, or, The man of bus'ness a comedy : acted at the Theatre Royal by His Majesties servants / written by Sir Francis Fane, Junior, Knight of the Bath.	Fane, Francis, Sir, d. 1689?	1675 (1675)	Wing F408; ESTC R16385	59,714	105

Ah my dear Saint then the debate is ended No no she shall not I can free my self He that dares dye can never be a Slave But cheats a Tyrant of his sweet revenge Yet there is hope still she may send some Men To force the way in I can second ' em But though I were alone shall I be forc'd to do What Honor chides me for Great God's 't shall never be I should not fancy to be forc'd to Heav'n At least by any Earthly Power Enter two Ghosts of Bassa's with their Turbants and Winding sheets and a great many other Turkish Ghosts attending them Thunder and Lightning and the place darkened like Hell Sforza starts then recollects himself No nor Infernal They stalk dismally about him with their Scymeters drawn brandishing at him Sforza looks for his sword and finds none And must I be their naked Prey Caesar unarm'd veil'd with his Robe his Face And was asham'd but not afraid to dye So let me perish but sure I know these Ghosts Turks all and their brave Leader Achmet Ibrahim too both slain with my own hand No mercy now sure Ach. Prepare prepare To turn thy self to Air. Sings to a dismal Tune An injur'd Turk made fiercer by the shades Thy life invades Ibra Stay Achmet stay For I will share the Prey The Bloud of Man 's too sweet As thow drankst mine I 'll quaff off thine Chorus of other Turks Heroick Dust Be not Vnjust Each Mussleman that his vile hands have stain A piece obtain Altogether By Pluto sent we draw Terrestrial breath And offer thee too fair or Love or Death Sfor. Is this your business after Death great Souls I thought you had been rowling among heaps Of naked Beauties with Eternal vigor Then know fierce Ghosts Devils improv'd to Turks If your own Hell were open I 'de sooner leap in 't Than do a crime that should deserve it The Ghosts walk off leisurely as they came in with Thunder and Lightning Sforza walks about a little The Doge's Daughter turn'd a Sorceress A brighter Angel yet than any fell With Lucifer's illustrious train of Rebels Oh that the virtuous Prince could hear of this But I must never live to make relations All power 's continu'd by the same ways 't was got Then doubt not Death or Marriage Pauses Death 't is the least of evils or a good Because it ends 'em courted by Boys For loss of Pins and Counters and by Females For lesser toys master'd by every passion Love Revenge and Grief Shall it obey The Slaves of Reason then and not their Master Death 's the dark entry to more pleasant Mansions The opening of the Scene to show us things more glorious The first flight of the mew'd and hooded Soul It is the starting place and not the Goal What is 't we live for tell life's finest tale To eat to drink to sleep to fill and empty Love and enjoy t' enjoy and love no more To talk of things we know not and to know Nothing but things not worth the talking of Insipid Acts by repetition nauseous Who would not dye for curiosity A Female sickly childish puking Vice Faith Fortitude Affliction cease your Trumpets For Nature's errors fright such Enemies My Soul is but in Lodgings for a Term Nature her Landlady may turn her out True were the House my own I would take care T'imbellish it and keep it in repair Make it impregnable 'gainst Force and Time To Dye were Folly and to Fight a Crime But since Death's unavoided Arrow flies From Foes Diseases and from Women's Eyes Let 's nobly court our Fate sweet'ning the Race With the full Gallop not the fearful Pace Enter Parhelia gloriously drest She comes towards him Parh. What can you love or dye Sir Sfor. Both Madam Love They say's our only business after death Parh. And 't is the great and noblest cause of life Cannot the greatest fortune in the State perswade you To quit your passion for a killing Mask Pray go to th' Tire-Shops you may chance to find A better featur'd one Sfor. You 're very pleasant Madam If Love want Rhetorick how shall Fear perswade Parh. 'T was Fear that mov'd your choice to such an object That would provoke no Rivals No Sir you need not doubt that we will force you 'T was but to try how wise a man you 'd prove How fit to make a Soveraign in Venice You may have liberty to court your Vizor Yet know you 're in my Net still Guards let him pass Sfor. That grant of liberty sweetens all your sharpness Guards let him out at one door Exit Parhelia at the other The SCENE General Moccenigo's Wilderness by the Walk of Statues Cornanti and his Wife with six or seven Bravoess Arm'd following him Bell. This is the place I appointed to meet Trivultio at Lay your Men in ambush hereabouts and stand you behind this Arbor and when you discover the wickedness of his intentions call out the Bravo's to pistol him Cor. But you must appear to be very forward and kind to make him the bolder that I may have the juster cause to kill him Bell. Very well thought of but take notice I 'll make you some sport before which you must not be angry at Cor. No unlawful sport I hope Bell. Fy fy Sir I mean with another business Cornanti gets behind the Arbor and his Bravo's under the Hedges Enter Hircanio Hir. This is the Walk in the middle of the Wilderness I was to meet her at And there she is Oh the blessed Image Madam For the redemption of my Captive-Heart Or its good usage in its slavery Be pleas'd to accept this knot of Diamonds Too small an off'ring to so fair a Shrine Bell. A very fair Jewel Taking and looking on it Enter Hircanio's Wife Wife I had notice from a friend that my Husband was to meet a Lady here I here 's the Rogue presenting her with something Hir. Death here 's my Wife Sees her and begins to steal away Wife Ah you old Goat you have I caught you Did I ever deny you at home you false Man Oh thou impudent perverter of Mankind Turns to Bell. Hast thou the conscience to defraud an Honest Woman of the dues that her portion paid for Follows her Husband off stolding When they are gone off out comes Cornanti Cor. Brave Wench y'faith Ha ha he Didst not thou send for his Wife Bell. I I Sir take the Jewel and to your place again He retires Enter Trivultio in his own Habit. Bell. coming up to Trivul Dear Sir I 'm sorry my pretended coyness Has so long exercis'd your patience Triv. Oh Madam such high blessings deserve some expectation Bell. But Sir I shall no longer torture your desires Triv. Faith Madam Lovers are hard labourers 'T is pity to keep back their wages Bell. Dear Trivultio I am wholly thine She runs to him and embraces him Triv. How can that be when the illustrious Senator Starting Your Husband may plead an

They withdraw Triv. So faith he 's engag'd the Lord knows with whom whether my Mistress or another Man's Wife no matter The World runs round and I 'll be behind hand with none of 'em But I must slip away to the old Woman Exit Visc. Another Familiar Let me see Who may this be or who may it not be O' my conscience this credulous Man of Honor will have his Throat cut by one of these Curtezans Looks nearer Parh. to Sfor. Sir your accomplishments have wearied Fame Employ'd Men's Tongues and Ladies Hearts you keep A correspondence with all Female Breasts Yet some deserve that influence more than others And how can they deserve 't that are asham'd Of their defects and dare not show themfelves Sir your Adventure 's blaz'd about the Town Your meeting since and with you know not whom Your Prudence suffers in 't and others Passions Amongst them mine I 'll be as free in all things As she 's reserv'd I 'm jealous of your Fairy And am resolv'd to break all her Inchantments If Beauty Place or Riches can uncharm you Equal to hers I 'm sure Your Eyes shall be My Judges 'fore you sleep Exit Sforza following Visconti stops him Visc. What does she say to you Sfor. I 'll tell you presently Let me go Death how is she lost in the croud Visc. Let her go with a pox to her she 'l come again when the fit 's upon her Look look here 's a pretty Woman without a Mask Sfor Thou hast undone me Walks a turn or two melancholly Now am I like a Partridge betwixt two hooded Hawks Peck'd at by both and kill'd out-right by neither I fare like to some guiltless Great one Whom arm'd injustice brings to his destruction By Executioners in Vizors tortur'd Asham'd or fearful of the impious Act. Persians Visc. You 'll rather dye the death of Tub'd and pickl'd With Honey first anointed then Fly-blown to another World These Masquerades are all Trapans and Cheats It is the Cause not pain that makes the Martyr I ne'r had lov'd had I not view'd Melinda Sfor. I grant she 's lovely but she 's to be seen Tell me of Angels those are my Amours Those things are mean are forc'd to court the Eyes The Porters of the Soul to give 'em entrance Give me the Charms that enter without knocking The intellectual Graces that like Lightning Pierce and inflame the Soul before they ' reseen Exeunt The SCENE Cornanti's House Intrigo like a Moor Eunuch Eun. Here will you play at Cards Shews him Cards Will you play at Mora Opens his Hand and throws out his Fingers This fellow 's no better company than one of my Master's Statues A murrain of this jealousie we shall never have but Mopes and Owls in our House Enter Trivultio like the Duegna with a Muffler on Oh are you come then my Lady may come forth Runs and opens the door for his Lady Enter Bellinganna Bell. Oh Vigilia how does thy swell'd Face Triv. Something better Madam with a Medicin I had from the Speciale Curtsying Intr. May not this be an occasion Adaequate or Quadrating to my Designe She is never to be spoke with without her Duegna and if she over-hears they are all one Aside Oh Madam 't is I. Coming close to Bellinganna Bell. Who are you Intr. Oh 't is I 't is I 't is more discreet not to name Trivultio Aside Bell. Which of the I's there 's many of the name Sir Intr. 'T is I my self Bell. Better and better but who are you yourself Intr. Oh Madam I tell you 't is I my self who should it be else Your Beauty is the cause of my present deformity Bell. Well Sir I 'm sorry I could not contrive a better disguise my Husband is so extreamly careful of my conversation a less would not have blinded him Triv. So so y'faith the next word is into the Bed-chamber But I 'll forbid the Banes Aside Intr. Madam to my Conception this Disguise is a most prudent Veil for illicite Love Bell. Methinks Trivultio talks a little idly Pray Heaven he have the Wit I fancied Aside Intr. And withal let me tell you Madam under the Rose pray let it go no farther you are not the first Lady whose Secrets I have participated and though I say it that should not manag'd with circumspection and taciturnity Triv. Ha ha he Under the Rose nay then I smell a Rat. Oh I shall burst with laughing Aside Madam methinks this Man looks not like Trivultio Bell. Trivultio why Trivultio Seems strange Triv. Why Madam you walk not in the dark to me Did not you invite him by your Confessor 'T was a pretty invention Bell. Ay me Nay if these Confessors betray us what will become of us poor Women But who could have thought this Man of Heaven could have pick'd out the meaning of an amorous Message Triv. And did not I see you throw down a Note to Trivultio Bell. I to abuse him Triv. I take it very unkindly that I that have been employ'd by you upon so many difficult occasions should now be left out Turn out your Black that we may talk more freely Bell. Pray Sir stay without and have a little patience Int. Patience Madam there lies my Talent I have waited seven years for the kiss of a fair Lady's Hand and when it came 't was with her Glove on too Exit Bell. Oh admirable Triv. God b'ye good patient Pack-Horse Well Madam you sent for Trivultio it seems but suppose he were here would you not discover him to your Husband Bell. No indeed I would employ him about some business but it may be not such as he imagines He shall have free Ingress and Regress that 's as much as a civil Woman can say Triv. Why then here he is Pulls off his Disguise Bell. Trivultio here and there too May I believe my senses Triv. The very same How could I think you lov'd an AEthiop Bell. Oh any shape that carried you within it Drollingly But where 's the old Serpent whose Skin you wear Triv. At my Lodging Bell. Oh the crafty old Quean you paid her well for this Who would have thought this wild fellow would have come upon so slight an invitation But I 'll make use of the occasion for my Cousin Aurana's sake and to plague my Husband for his jealousie Aside And who 's this Black Triv. Oh I shall dye Oh 't is I 't is I Laughs 'T is he himself indeed Madam the first of the name An Original Who should it be else Bell. Oh I know him the Statesman and the Courtier Laughs Triv. And the most peerless Coxcomb that ever Nature made or Art improv'd but how he came hither in this reverend Form I was design'd for I cannot guess unless it were by instinct to be jear'd Bell. 'T is strange unless my Husband sent him for a spy Triv. No no 't was his destiny no conceited trick could scape him Bell. Put on your Veil