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A27328	The town-fopp, or, Sir Timothy Tawdrey a comedy : as it is acted at His Royal Highness the Duke's theatre / written by Mrs. A. Behn.	Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.; Wilkins, George, fl. 1607. Miseries of enforced marriage.	1677 (1677)	Wing B1769; ESTC R2724	52,419	94

true these Eyes confirm my Fate Yonder he is and that fair splendid thing That gazes on him with such kind desire Is my blest Rival oh he is Married Gods and yet you let him live Live too with all his Charms as fine and gay As if you meant he shou'd undo all easie Maids And kill 'em for their sin of loving him Wretched Celinda But I must turn my Eyes from looking on The fatal triumphs of my death Which of all these Is my Brother Oh this is he I know him By the Habit he sent for to the Play-house Points to Sir Tim. And hither he 's come in Masquerade I know with some design against my Bellmour Whom tho' he kill me I must still preserve Whil'st I lost in despair thus as a Boy Will seek a Death from any welcome hand Since I want Courage to perform the Sacrifice Enter one and dances an Entry and a Iigg at the end on 't Lord. Enough enough at this time let 's see the Bride to Bed the Bridegroom thinks it long Friend Hell Can I endure to hear all this with patience Shall he depart with Life to enjoy my Right And to deprive my Sister of her due Stay Stay and resign That Virgin Bell. Who art thou that dar'st lay a claim to ought that 's here Friend This Sword shall answer ye Draws Bell. Tho' I cou'd spare my Life I 'll not be rob'd on 't Draws Dia. Oh my dear Bellmour All draw on Bellmour's side Diana holds Bellmour Celinda runs between their Swords and defends Bellmour Sir Tim. Sham and Sharp draw and run into several corners with signs of fear Friend Who art thou that thus fondly guard'st his heart To Celinda Be gone and let me meet it Cel. That thou may'st do through mine but no way else Friend Here are too many to encounter and I 'll defer my vengeance Char. Stay Sir we must not part so Ex. Drawing at the ●ame door ●hat Sir● Tim. is sneaking out at Come back I say Pulls in Sir Tim Slave dost thou tremble Sir Tim. Sir I 'm not the Man you look for By Fortune Sham we 're all undone He has mistook me for the fighting Fellow Char. Villain defend thy Life Sir Tim. Who I Sir I have no quarrel to you nor no Man breathing not I by Fortune Cel. This Coward cannot be my Brother Aside Char. What made thee draw upon my Brother Sir Tim. Who I Sir by Fortune I love him I draw upon him Char. I do not wonder thou canst lye for thou'●● a Coward Did● not thou draw upon him Is not thy Sword yet out Did I not see thee fierce and active too as if thou hadst dar'd Sir Tim. Why he 's gone Sir a Pox of all Mistakes and Masqueradings I say this was your Plot Sham. Char. Coward shew then thy face Sir Tim. I 'll be hang●d first by Fortune for then 't will be plain 't was I because I challeng'd Bellmour last night and broke my assignation this morning Aside Char. Shew thy face without delay or Sir Tim. My face Sir I protest by Fortune 't is not worth seeing Char. Then Sirra you are worth a kicking take that and that Kicks him Sir Tim. How Sir how Char. So Sir so Kicks him again Sir Tim. Have a care Sir by Fortune I shall fight with a little more Char. Take that to raise you Strikes him Sir Tim. Nay then I am angry and I dare fight They fight out Lord. Go Ladies see the Bride to her Chamber Ex. Women Bell. The Knight Sir Timothy Tawdrey The Rascal mist me at the appointed place And comes to attack me here Turns to Cel. Brave Youth I know not how I came to merit this Relief from thee Sure thou' rt a stranger to me thou' rt so kind Cel. Sir I believe those happy ones that know you Had been far kinder but I 'm indeed a stranger Bell. May'st thou be ever so to one so wretched I will not ask thy name lest knowing it I am such a Monster I should ruine thee Cel Oh how he melts my Soul I cannot stay Lest Grief my Sex and Bus'ness shou'd betray Aside Farewell Sir May you be happy in the Maid you love Ex. Cel. Bell. Oh dost thou mock my griefs by Heaven he did Stay Sir he 's gone Enter Charles Bellmour Char. The Rogue took courage when he saw there was not remedy but there 's no hurt done on either side Lord. 'T is fit such as he shou'd be chastis'd that do abuse Hospitality Come come to Bed the Lady Sir expects you Bell. Gentlemen good night Ex. Enter Diana Scene a Bedchamber Dia. I long to know the cause of Bellmour's disorder to night And here he comes Enter Bellmour Lord Charles and the rest Char. Shan't we see you laid Brother Bell. Yes in my Grave dear Charles But I 'll excuse that Ceremony here Char. Good night and no rest to you Brother Ex. all but Bellmour and Diana Dia. Till now my Bellmour I wanted opportunity To ask the cause why on a joyful day When Heaven has join'd us by a sacred tye Thou droopst like early Flowers with Winter storms Bell. Thou art that Winter storm that nips my Bud All my young springing hopes my gay desires The prospect of approaching joyes of Love Thou in a hapless minute hast took from me And in its room Hast given me an eternal desperation Dia. Have you then given me Vows ye can repent of Bell. I given ye Vows be witness ye just Powers How far I was from giving any Vows No no Diana I had none to give Dia. No Vows to give What were they which to the holy Man Thou didst repeat when I was made all thine Bell. The effects of low submission such as Slaves Condemn'd to dye yield to the angry Judge Dia. Dost thou not love me then Bell. Love thee no by Heaven yet wish I were so happy For thou art wondrous fair and wondrous good Dia. Oh what a defeat is here The onely Man who from all Natures store I found most charming fit for my desires And now after a thousand expectations Such as all Maids that Love like me do hope Just ready for the highest joyes of Love Then to be met thus cold nay worse with scorn Aside Why since you could not love me did you marry me Bell. Because I was a Beast a very Villain That stak'd a wretched Fortune to all my joyes of Life And like a prodigal Gamester lost that all Dia. How durst you Sir knowing my Quality Return me this false Pay for Love so true Was this a Beauty Sir to be neglected Bell. Fair angry Maid frown on frown till you kill And I shall dying bless those Eyes that did so For shou'd I live I shou'd deprive the happier World Of treasures I am too wretched to possess And wer 't not pity that vast store of Beauty Shou'd like rich Fruit dye on the yielding Boughs Dia. And are you then resolv'd

shall an empty word Alter my fix'd Resolves to love you still Friend Then I am blest Bell. But yet the office of the Priest has past What remedy for that Dia. My Uncle's pow'r the nearness of our blood The contradiction of our circumstances Bell. And above all that my Contract with Celinda Methinks I feel a joy spread o're my heart The blessed omen of approaching happiness Cel. I do believe thee for by sympathy Mine takes new fire and hope Dia. I have already writ to my Uncle and the Messenger assur'd me he would gratifie my desires that done I will be yours To Friendlove Bell. Bell. But why thus drest it might have led my Rage Full of despair and jealousie to have hurt thee Cel. Sir when the Letter came of your being Married I will not tell you all the effects it had Upon my desperate Soul But this I know I had resolv'd to dye But first to see you your Page inform'd the Nurse All that had past and of the last Nights Ball And much concern'd she got this Habit for me And inform'd me how 't was I was to Act. And that my Brother describing of his dress was gone before This made me haste lest e're I came His Rage had done the bus'ness which it went for Friend And so it had hadst thou not hinder'd me For I Sir was the Man who drew on you Bell. And was it thou that didst defend my heart That I might live to pay thy goodness back Cel. It was to save your life and to expose my own Dia. Come let 's in and consult what 's best for us to do Bell. Come my Celinda Let us no longer doubt the Pow'rs above Will be propitious to United Love Ex. Cel. Enter Servant Serv. Sir my Lord Plotwell is at the door in his Coach Dia. My Uncle come Sir we will not doubt our Fortune But how came he to know of my being here Serv. Madam I fear he follow'd me after I had given him the Letter Enter Lord Plotwell Charles Trusty Lord. Bellmour and Diana kneeling Bellmour and Diana kneels Rise the joy I have to see you thus makes me Resolve to grant you any thing and pardon all that 's past Bell. Be not so hasty in your goodness Sir Lest you repent as fast Dia. Sir we have an humble Suit to you Lord. What is it ye can jointly ask I will not grant Dia. By all th●t Love you ever had for me By all those Infant charms which us'd to please you When on your Lap you taught my Tongue that Art Which made those dear impress●ons on your Heart Which ever since to my advantage grew I do conjure you hear me now I sue And grant the mighty grace I beg of you Lord. What is it you wou'd ask Bell. Oh dress your Face and Eyes in gentler Looks If you wou'd have us hope for any mercy Lord. Rise and whate're you ask I 'll freely grant Dia. That you 'll undo that knot that ties us two Lord. How this Request from thee who lov'd him once And wish'd no good beyond possessing him Dia. Heaven has not Sir decreed us for each other Something of Fate or Chance Has otherwise dispos'd those first Resolves Lord. Too virtuous Maid I know thou dost but feign His wickedness has forc'd thee to this change Dia. No Sir were he the only Man Of kind and good I never wou'd be his And if you shou'd compel me I shou'd live The infamous Reproach of my whole Sex Lord. Well and you Sir that are the cause of this What canst thou say to move me for thy Pardon Bell. I am so guilty in your opinion My Prayers wou'd but make yours merciless I only say Celinda is my Wife And I shou'd injure this too generous Maid Not to adore her equal to her merit Lord. I see Sir you have found your Wits again Well I see there 's no opposing Destiny And I have still such tenderness for thee To Dia. That hadst thou pleaded his Cause to me before I shou'd have been less cruel to him Where is that Lady which you so admire Whose beauty does eclipse that of Diana Bellmour goes out and brings in Celinda Dia. This Sir is she who merits more than I. Lord. She 's fair indeed here Franck I give thee thy Celinda whose beauty Excuses all thy faults of disobedience Bell. Thus low I thank you for this goodness Sir Kneels Lord. There only wants the ceremony of the Law to undo what 's between you and Diana if she remain a Virgin Bell. For me by Heav'n she is And for the rest I do not doubt her virtue Dia. You may believe him Sir and this alone 's the Man 〈…〉 I will or never will be happy Lord. Mr. Friendlove I give consent to 't he has a Noble Character and what he wants in Fortune has in Virtue take her young Man Friend 'T is such an Honour Sir that my Gratitude without the mighty Passion I have for her would make me ever thankful Lord. This Term we shall make the former Marriage void till then love on and fear no frowns from Fortune but Nephew now I hope your Brother shall have his Portion Bell. My dearest Charles forgive me all that 's past And share the Fortune Heaven has given thy Brother Char. The joy I have Sir to be undeceiv'd is much the greatest blessing Heav'n can send me Enter Sir Timothy follow'd by Phillis Sham Sharp and Betty Flauntit Sir Tim. I am pursu'd by two impertinent Women prethee Friendlove tell 'em I am gone out at the Back-door and send 'em away Lord. What 's the News here Sir Tim. How Celinda here and Bellmour too nay now wou'd I compound for my Life at any rate by Fortune Phill. Sir this Villain here has abus'd me and with a false Marriage has rob'd me of my Honour Bell. How Sir Tim. My Lord I say this young Jilt wou'd rob me of my self and courting her and enjoying her only for a Miss would persuade me I am Married to her Flaunt Sir I say I am doubly wrong'd first by this false Knight who has belong'd to me these three years which gives me a right to him as good as if I were Married to him who has now unlawfully left my Bed for that of this Gillflurt who on the other side takes away my Knight and consequently eats the bread out of my mouth Bell. What means all this Speak some of ye that know Flaunt Oh Lord who 's here the fine Squire Aside Trust. Sir Timothy Tawdrey Sir is Married to Mrs. Phillis Sir Tim. How can that be a Marriage when he who join'd us was but a hired Fellow drest like a Parson Trust Sir 't was Parson Tickle-text that Marry'd ' em Sir Tim. Oh what a damn'd lying Pimp is this Sham didst not thou hire a Fellow because I was damnably in Love and in haste to Marry us that was no Parson Sham. Why truly Sir I did go to