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death_n	eternal_a	life_n	soul_n	14,602	5	5.1897	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A45649	The city bride, or, The merry cuckold a comedy acted at the new theatre in Little Lincolns Inn-Fields by His Majesty's servants.	Harris, Joseph, ca. 1650-ca. 1715.; Webster, John, 1580?-1625? Cure for a cuckold.	1696 (1696)	Wing H863; ESTC R1134	42,545	112

it you are to fight with for as yet I am ignorant both of the Cause and Person Fri. Ha his Name Did you enquire his Name Bon. Yes Fri. I dare not yet reveal it for fear of Bon. For fear of what Fri. O Confusion I know not what to say Bon. How afraid to tell his Name Then I begin to doubt the Justice of your Quarrel Fri. Too well you may for by yon' setting Sun that Globe of heavenly Light I swear I come to kill the only Man that strives to save my Life Man did I say Nay more than common Man for those the World abound with but such a Man besides all this vast Land affords not Bon. By this your large Encomium of your Friend I 'm afraid 't was Wine first made your Quarrel and thereupon this Challenge did ensue Fri. O no! I call the Powers above to witness that in all the Course of our unhappy Friendship I to my knowledg never did receive the least Affront or Injury from him Bon. How came this Challenge then Fri. O dear Friend the noblest that Man cou'd ever boast of embraces him When first my rigid Fate threw on me this Command to fight I had recourse to many whom I always thought my Friends but when the Touchstone of my Danger try'd 'em I found 'em like the cursed Fruit of Sodom fair without but rotten at the Heart But then I found out Bonvile my only dearest Friend Bonvile no sooner heard of my Engagement but flew unto my Succour with as much Bravery as a great General hastned by Alarms marches to meet the Foe You left your Nuptial Bed perhaps to meet your Death O unheard-of Friendship My Father gave me Life 't is true but you my Friend support my Honour All this for me while I ungrateful Man thus seek your Life For to my eternal Horror be it spoke you are the Man whom I come here to kill Bon. Ha! Fri. Too true alas there read the Warrant for your Death Gives him the Letter Bon. 'T is a Woman's Hand Fri. Yes and a bad One too they all speak fair write foul but mean worse Bon. How kill me Sure I dream and this is all Delusion or else thou dost it only to try thy Friend Fri. O from my Soul I wish it were no more But read read on see how I 'm fetter'd in a Circe's Charms I love beyond Imagination love even to Madness and must as madly do a Deed will damn me to the hottest Flames of Hell Bon. And woo't thou kill thy Friend for such a Woman Fri. Alas I must you see I am commanded commanded too by Love Love more powerful than all the Sacred Ties of Friendship therefore draw and guard thy self Draws Bon. Not I by Heaven What wou'dst thou have me draw and kill my Friend Fri. There thou stab'st my Soul O where where is now my Resolution fled A fatal Blast has struck me a suddén Horror shot me thrô the Heart a Trembling seiz'd my Knees that I can hardly stand and all my Vital Powers methinks seem dead yet Love's the Fire must kindle all again therefore I charge thee draw or naked as thou art I will assail thee Bon. I am defended against all that thou canst do in having Justice on my Side and Friendship too to back it But since Humanity now bears so sway To this unguarded Breast come make your way Strike home be sure Opens his Bosom Fri. That were a barbarous Murder Bon. How can the Effect prove different from the Cause Or how can any thing but damn'd Barbarity ensue a Woman's much more damn'd Design Who wou'd expect Reason from one that raves or hope for Mercy in a Tyger's Den Believe me Friendly all this may sooner be Mercy may sooner dwell among the Salvage Wolves and Bears than in a Woman's Breast Fri. O my too rigid Fate to place me thus on such a dangerous Precipice that wheresoe're I turn my self for help I see my Ruin still before mine Eyes Seems to weep Bon. Pausing Stay The Command which thy Medea sent thee was to kill thy only dearest Friend was it not Fri. Alas it was Bon. Then here all Friendship dies between us thus hast thou kill'd thy Friend and satisfied that infernal Hag thy cursed Mistress who thus commanded thee Away I say begon and never see me more Fri. Ha! Bon. Yes base ungrateful Wretch farewel Offers to go Yet stay and since that Sacred Tie of Friendship 's broke know thou most vile of Men that Bonvile's now thy Enemy therefore do thou draw and guard thy spotted Life Fri. How Friend Bon. Friend didst thou call me On forfeit of thy Life that word no more the very Name of Friend from thee shall be a Quarrel How can I tell but that thou lovest my Wife and therefore feign'd this damn'd Design to draw me from her Arms Fri. How wrong thy Wife O no I never had a Thought so vile Yet you must forgive me indeed you must by all that once was dear to me and what I dare not mention more by Love and Honour I implore thy Pardon Still art thou deaf to my Complaints Nay then upon my Knees I will enforce thy Pity Behold me Bonvile prostrate at thy Feet crawling for Mercy swimming in Tears and almost drown'd with Shame extend thy Arm to help me as thou' rt a Man be God-like in thy Nature and raise me from the Grave turn thy Eyes on me and sink me not with Frowns O save me save me or I fall for ever Bon. As soon shall Heav'n reverse the Fate of Hell as I recal what I have said or plant thee in my Breast again Fri. Nay then I am lost to thee and all the World besides Rises Bon. Thou art indeed for ever lost to me see what a miserable Wretch thy Folly now has made thee A Creature so far below my Pity that I despise and scorn thy base Submission and will never hear thee more more Fri. Say but thou hast forgiven me and I will ask no more Bon. I never will Fri. O cruel Bonvile Bon. More barbarous Friendly Hold off or I will use thee like a Dog tread thee to Earth and spurn thee like a Slave base as thou art Fri. Still thou art my Friend Bon. Thou ly'st I have abjured the Name Fri. Let me but go with thee Bon. Not for the World I 'de rather venture my self with Crocodiles catch the last dying Gasps of some poor Wretch infected with the Plague than trust my self with thee Farewel I leave thee with the greatest Curse Condemn'd to Woman Hell affords no worse Exit breaking from him Friendly solus rising in a Passion Fri. Death and Destruction am I thus despised Condemned to Woman's Lust and scorn'd by Man By Bonvile too after imploring like a School-Boy at his Feet My Blood boils high and scalds my very Heart My inward Grief calls on me for Revenge and I am all on fire O that I had the

wears a Sword May all things frown that I wou'd have to smile May I live Poor and Dye despised by all If I out live the ruine of thy Honour Tell me the time my Friend Fri. Oh spare me that for if once known the time You 'l Cancel this your promise and recall Your Friendly proffer Bon. Away with these Excuses come the time Fri. At Seven this Evening Bon. The place Fri. Barn-Elms Oh the fatal place Where I too well foresee The certain fall and Ruine of my Honour Bon. No Thou shalt not stay to forfeit thy lov'd Honour Come I 'm ready to assist my Friend and will along with you Fri. Alas What mean you Of all my Friends on you I ne're Relied But sure I Dream I Rave by Heav'ns I 'm Mad My Bonvile leave his Wife And on his Wedding Day His Bride whom he perhaps may ne're Enjoy And all for me O most unhappy Man Bon. Pleasure before my Friend I 'll ne're prefer Nor is it lost thô for a while delay'd Fri. Are you then resolv'd to go Bon. I am as fixt in my Resolve as is the Libertin in Vice Which Death alone can part Fri. Yet stay and think what it is you undertake Recall this Rash and suddain Resolution Least you repent alas when it is too late Bon. This were enough to shake a weaker Soul But mine it moves not like to a Mighty Oake I 'm plac'd above the Storms of Fear or Doubt Enter Arabella Fri. Sir no more the Bride Ara. Oh Heavens defend me Bon. What ailes my Dearest Life Ara. I 've lost the Key of this Chain I wear about my Neck And of these Bracelets Oh! Unhappy Omen Bon. No no my Love I found it as it lay at Random in your Chamber and fearing it might be forgot or lost have laid it by 'T is safe my Love Ara. Indeed I 'me very glad you 've found it but yet sighs Bon. Yet What my Dear from whence proceeds that sigh Arab. Alas I know not Some busie Genius Whispers to my Soul The loss of this upon my Wedding Day Portend's a greater e're the Day be past Bon. Banish such Fears let 's in and see our Friends Ara. Indeed they all expect you come I 'll lead the way Bon. I 'll go with you Barn-Elms you say Aside to Friendly Fri. Yes that 's the place at Seven precisely Bon. I 'll meet you on the Exchange and go together If you are there before me Take a turn or two Exit Bonvile and Arabella Fri. Oh my Dear Bonvile Art thou then the Man The only only Man that I can call Friend And only Friend that I am bound to Kill A Friend that for my sake wou'd stake his Life Leave a Chast Brid and untouch'd Nuptial Bed For me base Man nay worse than Savage Beast The generous Lyon never kills his kind They say althô provoked to utmost rage Yet I vile Monster more ungrateful Man Thus unprovoked must kill my Brother Creature And which is worse my Dear and only Friend All for the pleasure of a Foolish Woman O cruel Woman thus to Command A Task so hard Yet what I can't withstand Oh! thou rare Copy of the Original By which free Man at first received his fall For she not only wou'd her self undo And all her Sex but Damn all Mankind too Exit The End of the First Act. ACT the Second SCENE the First The Fields Enter Summerfield solus Sum. A Younger Brother 'T is a poor Title and very hard to bear with The Elder Fool inherits all the Land whilst we are forc'd to follow Legacies of Wit and get 'um when we can Why shou'd the Law by which we are deprived of equal Portion with the First-begotten not bind our Fathers to cease from Procreation and so as well deprive us of a wretched Being as of the Thing we cannot be without No no our Mothers ne're will consent to that they love to groan and squall tho at the same time the Gallows eccho's to their Groans and both together labour for us From the first we travel forth to'thers our Journey 's End All this I know yet I must forward To beg my Birth will ne're consent to and borrowing is quite out of date Yet starve I cannot nor murder I wou'd not It must be the High-way then the old Trade we poor honest Rogues are forc'd too This Place will serve for a Beginner well enough A Beginner did I say Yes for this is the very first day I open Shop Fortune they say uses to help the Bold I hope she will be kind to me Ha! who have we here A Gentlewoman well rigg'd and only a Servant with her She may be a Prize worth the boarding and faith I 'll venture hard but I 'll carry her He retires to a corner of the Stage Enter Arabella in great disorder looking about her with Symon her Servant Arab. This way say'st thou Symon with Friendly Sym. Yes forsooth Mistress with Mr. Friendly Arab. Alas I 'm tired and cannot travel further my Heart is full of Fear and yet I know not why nor can I tell why he should use me thus It is not common sure for Men to leave their Brides upon the Wedding-day And yet I cannot tell but it may be so O wretched State of Marriage and of Love if this be Love Here will I lie me down and rest a while Lies down my wearied Limbs unused to these sad Frights and Fears But prethee do thou run after him and if it be possible o'retake him too Tell him the strange Disorder thou dost leave me in and let him know my Father's Anger his Friends Concern and what is more his Arabella's sad Complaint tell him I grieve I faint I die tell him any thing that may stay him Sym. Yes Forsooth Arab. Intreat him to return nay urge him all thou canst to make him come again Nay haste good Symon fly if thou canst for I can stir no further Sym. Well well Forsooth I am gone Exit Symon Arab. Alas how wretched and forlorn am I I she whom once so many did admire Whose Wit and Charms the coldest Hearts cou'd fire Now wretched Maid and most unhappy Wife In Sighs and in Complaints must end my Life Abandoned by my Husband e're enjoy'd With thoughts of Pleasure yet untasted cloy'd He leaves me now to my sad Frights a Prey O my dear Bonvile whither dost thou stray Vnheard alas I make my amarous Moans The Winds and Waves refuse to bear my Groans Eccho her self can't suffer my Complaint But with repeated Sighs grows tir'd and faint Where to find him good Heaven direct me For losing him I more than lose my self Rises and Exit Sum. I must after her she 's worth my Acquaintance and has good Moveables about her I perceive what e're the Ready is The next Turning has a most convenient Hollow for the Purpose and there I 'll make her sure Now Luck or never Exit after Arabella