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A27334	The younger brother, or, The amorous jilt a comedy : acted at the Theatre Royal by His Majesty's servants / written by the late ingenious Mrs. A. Behn ; with some account of her life.	Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.; Gildon, Charles, 1665-1724.	1696 (1696)	Wing B1778; ESTC R4166	50,636	76

being satisfy'd that the Reputation of Mrs. BEHN is not affected by the malicious Endeavours of some of my Enemies I now present it under your Patronage Sir to the more competent Judges Proud of the Opportunity of Offering you an occasion of so agreeable a Province as the Protection of the unfortunate and letting the World know how much I am Sir Your Humble Servant Ch. Gildon An ACCOVNT of the Life of the Incomparable Mrs. BEHN MRS. Behn was a woman of so Celebrated a fame while she liv'd and so esteem'd by all that have read any thing of her writing since her Death that I suppose a short Account of her Life will be a very grateful present to the Ingenious To give a perfect draught of her is a task of more weight than my present Time and Affairs will allow or indeed my Abilities for to draw her to the Life one must write like her that is with all the softness of her Sex and all the fire of ours But an indifferent sketch of so Admirable a Woman will be welcome where no better is to be had and that value which the Artist cannot give it will gain from the Original Her Maiden Name was Johnson her father was a Gentleman of a good Family in Canterbury in Kent Her Childhood she pass'd in that City but not without the promises of the extraordinary Excellencies of her Riper years both in Wit and Beauty she had always agreat Inclination for Poetry and was truly born a Poet not made nor form'd by Industry I must not be particular in all the little Accidents of her Child-hood for that wou'd be more than my Reader would Pardon tho most Writers of Lives take care to omit not the least trivial Actions of the very infancy of the Persons they wou'd Celebrate and indeed make them often more considerable than any of their Life But one motive to that Impertinence I want Prolixity for I aim at as short a Relation as possible She was very Young when she went with her Father Mother Brother and Sisters to Suri●●m which Voyage was in nothing so considerable as the Admirable History of Or●onoko which it produc'd and which has given the occasion of so Celebrated a Tragedy The disappointmens of fortune in the loss of her Relations and Friends there oblig'd her to return for England where she Marry'd Mr. Behn an Eminent Merchant and in the time of the Watch War grew to such an esteem for Wit nay and Judgment too and which is more uncommon in the Fair Sex Secresy and Management of Publick Affairs that she was employ'd by K. Charles the Second in several Negotiations in Flauders which requir'd Industry and Caution and which she quitted with all the Applause Success cou'd gain a Beautiful Woman in the heart of a King that had always a peculiar value for that Sex How grateful he was or whether her service made his satisfaction extend to a reward I have forgot But to that soft Court we owe her exerting her Poetical Genius which for many years gave the sensible part of the Town so many agreeable Diversions She was of a generous and open temper an easy and free Conversation with abundance of Wit and nice Reasoning above most if not all that I have ever observ'd in that Sex which tho often happy in a brisk Wit and pleasant Repartee yet are for want of Education Study and Application of Mind generally to seek in the nicer Observations and Reflections of Judgment The finer sort of Reasoning is most commonly out of their way and indeed not so agreeable as a genteel railery and at most a superficial Argumentation built on the first Appearances of things which are too often a very false and unfaithful Foundation But Mrs. Behn in the nicest Metaphysical points would Argue with judgment and extreamly happy distinctions she would with an engaging Air enforce her Notions with all the Justness of the most able Philosopher tho not with his Majestical Roughness which made all she said more prevalent with her Hearers But this is not half her true Praise for her Conversation was general and never impertinent her Vanity gave no Alloy to her Wit and was no more than might justly Spring from Conscious Virtue she never insinuated her Merit by any other means than the Fine Things she spoke which oblig'd others to praise her so much that she could not put her Friends to the Blush to praise her self tho that is a Vanity much more agreeable in a Lady than in a Man in the first it saves a Man the Expence of Flatter whilst he may cheaply do 't by saying Amen to what the Lady advances of her own but in the latter 't is intolerable and without excuse of either Pleasure or Profit To give the Reader a view of Her or her Works as they both require would swell into a Volume and provoke too much the Envy of the rest of her Sex who whilst the First Place every thing is not given to her may lose their Malice and Envy in a generous Emulation of out-doing her in some excellence or other After what I have said of Mrs. Behn 't will be concluded that she was too great a favourite of Nature to have many obligations to fortune at least the latter part of her Life found her Circumstances much below her Desert and after a tedious Sickness and several years foregoing Indisposition she dy'd soon after the Revolution and lies now Bury'd in the Cloysters of Westminster-Abby under a plain Marble Stone with two Wretched Verses for her Epitaph who had her self Wrote so many good Her Muse was never subject to the Curse of bringing forth with Pain for she always Writ with the greatest case in the world and that in the midst of Company and Discourse of other matters I saw her my self write Oroonoko and keep her turn in Discoursing with several then present in the Room Among several Pieces that I saw of hers in her own hand-writing this following Play was one which spight of the malice of some and folly of others who are dully vain of being hard to please as my Lord Rochester says has intrinsick value enough to recommend it self to the VVorld and condemn the Brutal Treatment it met with the first day PROLOGUE by an unknown hand Spoke by Mr. Powel AS Rivals of each other jealous prove And both strive which shall gain the Lady's Love So we for your Affections daily Vse Not the intrigues in the Galery Who squeezes hand of Phillis mask'd that stood O●ling for sale in V●lvet Scarf and Hood Can with more passion his dear Nymph pursue Than we to make Diversion s●t for you Grant we may please and we 've our outmost Aim 'T is to your favour only we lay Claim In what can we oblige Cou'd we present you With Mistress Young and safe it wou'd content you Then husbands weary'd out with Spouse alone And hen-peck'd Keepers that drudge on with one I fancy

Are all your Merchants Apprentices thus Gay Geo. Not all But Sir I could not bow my mind to this so necessary Drudgery and yet however I assum'd my Native Temper when out o' th' Trading City in it I forc'd my Nature to a dull s●o●enly Gravity which well enough deceiv'd the busy Block-heads my Cloaths and Equipage I ledg'd at this End of the Town where I still pa●●'d for something better than I was when e're I Pleas'd to change the Trader for the Gentleman Prince And liv'd thus undiscover'd Geo. With Ease still Lov'd and Courted by the Great ever Play'd high with those durst venture most and durst make Love where're my fancy lik'd but sometimes running out my Masters Cash which was supply'd still by my Father they sent me to Reform my Expensive Life a Factor into ●rance still I Essay'd to be a Plodding Thriver but found my Parts not form'd for Dirty business Prince There 's not a Thought an Action of thy Soul that does not tend to something far more Glorious Geo. If yet you think me worthy of your Favour command that Life you have so oft preserv'd Prince No more Thou hast encreast my Value for thee Oh! take my Heart and see how 't has been us'd by a Fair Charmer since I saw thee last that sullen day we Parted you for England you may remember I design'd for Flanders Geo. I do with Malancholly Sir remember it Prince Arriv'd at Ghent I went to see an English Nun Initiated where I beheld the pretty Innocent deliver'd up a Victim to Foolish Chastity but among the Relation then attending the Sacrifice was a Fair Sister of the Young Votress but so surpassing all I 'd seen before that I neglecting the Dull Holy Business Pay'd my Devotion to that Kneeling Saint Geo. That was the nearest way to Heaven my Lord. Prince Her Face that had a thousand Charms of Youth was height'n'd with an Air of Languishment a lovely Sorrow dwelt upon her Eyes that Taught my New born-Passion Awe and Reverence Geo. This Description of her Fires me aside Prince Her Dimpl'd Mouth her Neck her Hand her Hair a Majesty and Grace in every Motion compleated my Undoing I rav'd I burnt I languish'd with desire the Holy Place cou'd scarce contain my madness with Pain with Torture I restrain'd my Passion when she retir'd ●ed sadly from the Alter I mixing with the Crowd enquir'd her Name and Count●y her Servant told me that she was of Quality and liv'd in England nay in this very Town this gave me Anguish not to be con●●●d till I resolv'd to follow her which is the cause you find me here so soon● thy Aid thy Aid Lejere or I am lost Geo. I wish to live no longer then to serve your Highness if she be Sir 〈◊〉 Maid of Quality I shall soon find her out and then you 'l easily Conquer You 've all the Youth and Beauty that can Charm and what gains most ●pon a womans heart you 've powerful Title Sir a sort of Philter that ●r sails to win But you 've not told me yet the Ladies name Prince I had forgot that 'T is in these Tablets write I 'm now in hast going to receive same Bills I Gives him the Tablets ●odg at Wilborns who came over with me being sent for to be Marry'd Geo. I know the House 't is in Southampton-S●●tare I 'll wait upon your ●●●●se Exit Prince Geo Let me see Daughter to a Dece●●'d Lord a Maid Opening the tablets reads and no Dowry but Beauty Living in L●●●lns-Inn-Fields Ha● her Name Mirtilla Mirtilla Pauses Prince thou hast paid thy self for all the Favours done me Mirtilla Pauses Why yes Mirtilla He takes but what she has given away already Oh! Damn her she has broke her Faith her Vows and is no longer mine And thou' rt my Friend Pauses again Mirtilla's but my Mistriss and has taken all the Repose of my poor Life away Yes let him take her I 'll reisign her to him and therefore shut my Eyes against her Charms Fix her inconstancy about my Heart and scorn whatever she can give me Exit SCENE II. A Chamber Enter Sir Morgan Blunder in a Night-Gown and Cap to him Manage with a Candle Man Your Lady mother has sent you a Candle Sir Sir Morg. Good Mrs. Manage remember my kind Love to my Lady mother and tell her I thank her for her Posset but never eat in a morning after hard drinking over night Man Ah Sir but now you 're marry'd to a fine Lady you ought to make much of your self Sir Mor. Good Madam as little of your Matrimony as of your Candle my stomach is plaguy squemish and a hair of the Old Dog 's worth both of ' em Oh! sick sick Enter Sir Merlin singing a Song in braise of a Rake hell's Life A Song The Town-Rake Written by Mr. Motteux I. WHat Life can compare with the Jolly Town-Rake's When in Youth his full Swing of all pleasure he takes At Noon be get up for a Whet and to dine And wings the d●ll hours with Mirth Musick and Wine Then Jogs to the Play-house and chats with the Masks And thence to The Rose where he takes his Three Flasks There great as a Caesar he revels when drunk And scours all he meets as he reels to his Punk Then finds the dear Girl in his Arms when he wakes What Life can compare with tue folly Town-Rake's II. He like the Great Turk has his Favourite She But the Town 's his Seraglio and still he lives free Sometimes she 's a Lady but as he must range Black Betty or Oyster-Doll serves for a Change As he varies his Sports his whole Life is a Feast He thinks him that 's soberest the most like a Beast At Houses of Pleasure breaks Windows and Doors Kicks Bullies and Cullies then lies with their Whores Rare work for the Surgeon and Midwife he makes What Life can compare with the Jolly Town-Rake's III. Thus in Covent-Garden he makes his Campaign And no Coffee-house haunts but to settle his Brain He laughs at dry Morals and never does think Vnless 't is to get the best Wenches and Drink He dwells in a Tavern and lies ev'ry where And improving his hours lives an Age in a Year For as Life is uncertain he loves to make haste And thus he lives longest because he lives fast Then a Leap in the Dark to the Devil he takes What Death can compare with the Jolly Town-Rake's Sir Mer. Why how now Sir Morgan I see you 'l make a Husband of the Right Town Mode What married but four days and at your separate Appartment already Sir Morg. A Plague of your what de call ums Sir Merl. Rakhells you would say Cousin an honourable Appellation for men of Bravery Sir Morg. Ay ay your Rakehells I was never so mudl'd with Treason Tierce Claret Oaths and Dice all the Days of my Life Was I in case to do Family duty S'life you drank down all