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A36989
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Madam Fickle, or, The witty false one a comedy as it is acted at His Royal Highness the Duke's theatre / written by Tho. Durfey, Gent.
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D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.
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wanting merit to deserve this return Bell. Was I not worthy of your favor Har. And was my heart too base to be your slave L. Fick By Heav'n no all your deserts are boundless and I am far unworthy your addresses and since I am discover'd you shall know why I have us'd you thus I lov'd and was betray'd and for this cause swore a Revenge on all that should love me To make it plainer to ye I am marry'd My husband fir'd with jealousie forsook me to spend his time in Travel since I have liv'd a Widow in opinion and wheadled many Suitors but lov'd none Sir Arth. Why then your Husband lives L. Fick I know not Sir I have not seen him since Dor. Yes Sir he lives and lives to bless the hour he took up this disguise oh my Sweet Consider humane frailty and forgive my Crime of too much Jealousie Pulls off his Beard L. Fick My dear Friendlove Can this be true Am I then once more blest with thy Caresses Sir Arth. Hey Dorel metamorphiz'd to Mr Friendlove by Melchizedech this is strange Bell. Marry'd Gad I have spent my time very finely well if ever I trust a Widow agen may I wear Horns like Acteon and seek for a Patrimony in terra incognita Dor. I swear I have been cruel to thy Virtue but my whole life shall sue to make amends and my noble Lord and you Gentlemen whatever Presents on this Ladies behalf have been receiv'd shall be return'd with ample satisfaction and since espousing her perfections I am bound to have a particular interest in her actions If any one here holds himself wrong'd my person shall give him the acknowledgment he demands and my Sword the satisfaction of a Gentleman Bell. Sir I hope you think I dare fight and refuse not through fear but since I see she had some reason for what she did my particular resentments are not worth a quarrel My thoughts now bowing down to this shrine of beauty To Arb. Man And mine to this Madam Can you forgive To Const. Arb. 'T were an excellent revenge to use you as my Lady Fickle did I swear my Lord you have deserv'd it Bell. We have all fallings Madam you must pardon Sir Arth. I like this well I like this well win her and wear her Mr. Manley I like your Person and Estate well By King Pharoab I 'em very merry come wee 'll have a Dance Enter Constable and Watch with Jollyman Tilbury Zechiel Toby How now What 's here Mr Iollyman and my old Friend Tilbury indurance How came this Friend hah Constab. An 't please your Worship these are the Gentlemen that wounded the Man last night and they got from us once but we catcht um again and we took this other firing a house Sir Arth. Well leave 'em with me I 'll be Ball for their appearance to morrow I am resolv'd nothing shall hinder my mirth to day Mr. Tilbury and Mr Iollyman I have heard of all your frollicks last night both yours and your Sons Let it be so no more for the present all shall be well But there is no hopes of my daughter now she 's bestow'd Ioll. Since she 's bestow'd God give her Joy I 'll cherish my self with a merry Song and a Fidle and hang pinching let the World rub Tilb. My Son 's unmarry'd and the Family of the Tilburies thus disgrac'd By St. Iago I 'l take post and away for Salisbury immediately Tob. And so will I. Udshah if these distasters belong to Men of parts as yee call 'em give me a Country life for though there 's less wit there 's more security Zech. Infamous impertinent Canst thou repugne the pleasures of a Debauchee through the apprehension of a walking Nightrap and a guilded Truncheon with the City Armes on 't Upon honour thou art a Libel to my Fame and unworthy to break a Glass in my society Tob. Udshahh I might ha bin hang'd in your society for all that but that Fortune was my Friend and reserv'd me for the future benefit of my Family Zech. Hang'd A man of parts An honest Nightwalker hang'd Intollerable Impudence no Sir assure your self no such Fate attends us Brothers of the Bottles a Stockado a Gentile thrust through the Lungs or so might have Happen'd but no hanging Brother Bullfinch no hanging Tob. Come come a word to the wise is sufficient I have resolv'd a reformation I rellish not your Stockado's not I nor is a gentile thrust through the Lungs as you terme it so agreeable with my Nature to persevere In brief Sir I am converted I will into the Country immediately Sir Arth. Come come embrace and be friends I am in a good humour and by Melchizedech strife shall be a stranger to my house to day so so all all well and though you are not partners in this Wedding you shall be merry at it and let the World rub as my old Friend here sayes go call in the Fidlers there Dance Dor. Come my dear sweet and let us loose our selves In Loves Embraces This is a happy day L. Fick Through crooked paths dark plots and wayes obscure Revenge still roves to make it's action sure I have been false to night and purchast hate But Ladies on your smiles depends my fate Let me then gain one happy glance from you And th' Witty False One shall be ever True Ex. omnes Epilogue ANd now to you Gallants that smiling sit And with insipid Votes infest the Pit Because the Play was by a Stranger Writ The Poet sayes he knowes his Merit 's small And trembles at the thought of a Caball But since a Bully in his Play I was I am resolv'd a Champion in his Cause Therefore let him that boasts of too much strength Appoint the place and send his Rapiers length A barb'rous Critick shall not walk the Street Nor from this moment dare to censure Wit By Heav'n I 'll pepper you if once we meet You smile and perhaps doubt my want of skill But I 'll revenge it Blood and Death I will I must confess there is a safer way You may walk safely if you 'll like the Play But else if you your Censures raise anew Fate sends his Darts abroad Blood must ensue Let him that on that Basis honour builds Meet me to morrow in Lambs-Conduit Fields There he shall find a Woman now turn'd Bully Has power to turn a Critick to a Cully FINIS