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A34302
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Love for love a comedy : acted at the Theatre in Little Lincolns-Inn Fields by His Majesty's servants / written by Mr. Congreve.
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Congreve, William, 1670-1729.
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1695
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Wing C5851; ESTC R8699
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the Council and Generals of an Army lead just such a life as I do have just such Crowds of Visitants in a morning all soliciting of past promises which are but a civiller sort of Duns that lay claim to voluntary Debts Scan. And you like a true great Man having engaged their Attendance and promis'd more than ever you intend to perform are more perplex'd to find Evasions than you would be to invent the honest means of keeping your word and gratifying your Creditors Val. Scandal learn to spare your Friends and do not provoke your Enemies this liberty of your Tongue will one day bring a Confinement on your Body my Friend Re-enter Jeremy Iere. O Sir there 's Trapland the Scrivener with two suspicious Fellows like lawful Pads that wou'd knock a Man down with Pocket-Tipstaves And there 's your Father's Steward and the Nurse with one of your Children from Twitnam Val. Pox on her cou'd she find no other time to fling my Sins in my Face Here give her this Gives Money and bid her trouble me no more a thoughtless two handed Whore she knows my Condition well enough and might have overlaid the Child a Fortnight ago if she had had any forecast in her Scan. What is it Bouncing Margery and my Godson Iere. Yes Sir Scan. My Blessing to the Boy with this Token Gives Money of my Love And d' ee hear bid Margery put more Flocks in her Bed shift twice a Week and not work so hard that she may not smell so vigorously I shall take the Air shortly Val. Scandal don't spoil my Boy 's Milk Bid Trapland come in If I can give that Cerberus a Sop I shall be at rest for one day Exit Jeremy Enter Trapland and Jeremy O Mr. Trapland my old Friend Welcome Ieremy a Chair quickly A Bottle of Sack and a Toast a Chair first Trap. A good Morning to you Mr. Valentine and to you Mr. Scandal Scan. The Morning 's a very good Morning if you don't spoil it Val. Come sit you down you know his way Trap. Sits There is a Debt Mr. Valentine of 1500 l. of pretty long standing Val. I cannot talk about Business with a Thirsty Palate Sirrah the Sack Trap. And I desire to know what Course you have taken for the Payment Val. Faith and Troth I am heartily glad to see you my Service to you fill fill to honest Mr. Trapland fuller Trap. Hold Sweet-heart This is not to our Business my Service to you Mr. Scandal Drinks I have forborn as long Val. T'other Glass and then we 'll talk Fill Ieremy Trap. No more in truth I have forborn I say Val. Sirrah fill when I bid you And how do's your handsome Daughter Come a good Husband to her Drinks Trap. Thank you I have been out of this Money Val. Drink first Scandal why do you not Drink They Drink Trap. And in short I can be put off no longer Val. I was much oblig'd to you for your Supply It did me Signal Service in my necessity But you delight in doing good Scandal Drink to me my Friend Trapland's Health An honester Man lives not nor one more ready to serve his Friend in Distress tho' I say it to his face Come fill each Man his Glass Scan. What I know Trapland has been a Whoremaster and loves a Wench still You never knew a Whoremaster that was not an honest Fellow Trap. Fie Mr. Scandal you never knew Scan. What don't I know I know the Buxom black Widdow in the Poultry 800 l. a Year Joynture and 20000 l. in Money A hah Old Trap. Val. Say you so I'faith Come we 'll remember the Widow I know where abouts you are Come to the Widow Trap. No more indeed Val. What the Widows Health give it him off with it They Drink A Lovely Girl I'faith black sparkling Eyes soft pouting Ruby-Lips better sealing there than a Bond for a Million hah Trap. No no there 's no such thing we 'd better mind our business You 're a Wag. Val. No faith we 'll mind the Widow's business fill again Pretty round heaving Breasts a Barbary shape and a Jut with her Bum would stir an Anchoret And the prettiest Foot Oh if a Man could but fasten his Eyes to her Feet as they steal in and out and play at Bo-peep under her Petticoats ah Mr. Trapland Trap. Verily give me a Glass you 're a Wag and here 's to the Widow Drinks Scan. He begins to Chuckle ply him close or he 'l relapse into a Dun. Enter Officer Off. By your leave Gentlemen Mr. Trapland if we must do our Office tell us We have half a dozen Gentlemen to Arrest in Pall-Mall and Covent-Garden and if we don't make haste the Chairmen will be abroad and block up the Chocolate-Houses and then our labour 's lost Trap. ' Udso that 's true Mr. Valentine I love Mirth but business must be done are you ready to Iere. Sir your Father's Steward says he comes to make Proposals concerning your Debts Val. Bid him come in Mr. Trapland send away your Officer You shall have an answer presently Trap. Mr. Snap stay within Call Exit Officer Enter Steward and Whispers Valentine Scan. Here 's a Dog now a Traytor in his Wine Sirrah refund the Sack Ieremy fetch him some warm water or I 'll rip up his Stomach and go the shortest way to his Conscience Trap. Mr. Scandal you are Uncivil I did not value your Sack but you cannot expect it again when I have drank it Scan. And how do you expect to have your Money again when a Gentleman has spent it Val. You need say no more I understand the Conditions they are very hard but my Necessity is very pressing I agree to 'em take Mr. Trapland with you and let him draw the Writing Mr. Trapland you know this Man he shall satisfie you Trap. Sincerely I am loth to be thus pressing but my necessity Val. No Apology good Mr. Scrivener you shall be paid Trap. I hope you forgive me my business requires Exeunt Steward Trap. and Jere. Scan. He begs Pardon like a Hangman at an Execution Val. But I have got a Reprieve Scan. I am surpriz'd what do's your Father relent Val. No He has sent me the hardest Conditions in the World You have heard of a Booby-Brother of mine that was sent to Sea three Years ago This Brother my Father hears is Landed whereupon he very affectionately sends me word If I will make a Deed of Conveyance of my Right to his Estate after his Death to my younger Brother he will immediately furnish me with Four thousand Pound to pay my Debts and make my Fortune This was once propos'd before and I refus'd it but the present impatience of my Creditors for their Money and my own impatience of Confinement and absence from Angelica force me to consent Scan. A very desperate Demonstration of your love to Angelica And I think she has never given you any assurance of hers Val. You know her
is as I tell you Scan. ' S'death it 's a Jest. I can't believe it Ben. Look you Friend it 's nothing to me whether you believe it or no. What I say is true d' ee see they are married or just going to be married I know not which Fore Well but they are not Mad that is not Lunatick Ben. I don't know what you may call Madness But she 's mad for a Husband and he 's Horn-mad I think or they 'd ne're make a Match together Here they come Enter Sir Sampson Angelica with Buckram Sir Samp. Where is this old Soothsayer This Uncle of mine elect a ha Old Foresight Uncle Foresight wish me Joy Uncle Foresight double Joy both as Uncle and Astrologer here 's a Conjunction that was not foretold in all your Ephemeris The brightest Star in the blew Firmament is shot from above in a Jelly of Love and so forth and I 'm Lord of the Ascendant Odd you 're an old Fellow Foresight Uncle I mean a very old Fellow Uncle Foresight and yet you shall live to dance at my Wedding faith and troth you shall Odd we 'll have the Musick of the Spheres for thee old Lilly that we will and thou shalt lead up a Dance in via Lactea Fore I 'm Thunder-strook You are not married to my Niece Sir Samp. Not absolutely married Uncle but very near it within a Kiss of the matter as you see Kisses Ang. Ang. 'T is very true indeed Uncle I hope you 'll be my Father and give me Sir Samp. That he shall or I 'll burn his Globes Body o' me he shall be thy Father I 'll make him thy Father and thou shalt make me a Father and I 'll make thee a Mother and we 'll beget Sons and Daughters enough to put the Weekly Bills out of Countenance Scan. Death and Hell Where 's Valentine Exit Scan. Mrs. Fore This is so surprising Sir Samp. How What does my Aunt say Surprizing Aunt Not at all for a young Couple to make a Match in Winter Not at all It 's a Plot to undermine Cold Weather and destroy that Usurper of a Bed call'd a Warming-Pan Mrs. Fore I 'm glad to hear you have so much Fire in you Sir Sampson Ben. Mess I fear his Fire 's little better than Tinder may hap it will only serve to light up a Match for some body else The Young Woman 's a Handsom Young Woman I can't deny it But Father if I might be your Pilot in this Case you should not marry her It 's just the same thing as if so be you should sail so far as the Streights without Provision Sir Samp. Who gave you Authority to speak Sirrah To your Element Fish be mute Fish and to Sea rule your Helm Sirrah don't direct me Ben. Well well take you care of your own Helm or you mayn't keep your own Vessel steddy Sir Samp. Why you impudent Tarpaulin Sirrah do you bring your Fore-castle Jests upon your Father But I shall be even with you I won't give you a Groat Mr. Buckram is the Conveyance so worded that nothing can possibly descend to this Scoundrel I would not so much as have him have the Prospect of an Estate tho' there were no way to come to it but by the North-East Passage Buckr Sir it is drawn according to your Directions there is not the least Cranny of the Law unstopt Ben. Lawyer I believe there 's many a Cranny and Leak unstopt in your Conscience If so be that one had a Pump to your Bosom I believe we shou'd discover a foul Hold. They say a Witch will sail in a Sieve But I believe the Devil wou'd not venture aboard o' your Conscience And that 's for you Sir Samp. Hold your Tongue Sirrah How now who 's there Enter Tattle and Frail. Frail. O Sister the most unlucky Accident Mrs. Fore What 's the Matter Tatt. O the Two most unforunate poor Creatures in the World we are Fore Bless us How so Frail. Ah Mr. Tattle and I poor Mr. Tattle and I are I can't speak it out Tatt. Nor I But poor Mrs. Frail and I are Frail. Married Mrs. Fore Married How Tatt. Suddainly before we knew where we were that Villain Ieremy by the help of Disguises trickt us into one another Fore Why you told me just now you went hence in haste to be married Ang. But I believe Mr. Tattle meant the Favour to me I thank him Tatt. I did as I hope to be sav'd Madam my Intentions were good But this is the most cruel thing to marry one does not know how nor why nor wherefore The Devil take me if ever I was so much concern'd at any thing in my Life Ang. 'T is very unhappy if you don't care for one another Tatt. The least in the World That is for my Part I speak for my self Gad I never had the least thought of serious Kindness I never lik'd any body less in my Life Poor Woman Gad I 'm sorry for her too for I have no reason to hate her neither but I believe I shall lead her a damn'd sort of a Life Mrs. Fore He 's better than no Husband at all tho he 's a Coxcomb Aside to Frail. Frail. to her Aye aye it 's well it 's no worse Nay for my part I always despised Mr. Tattle of all things nothing but his being my Husband could have made me like him less Tatt. Look you there I thought as much pox on 't I wish we could keep it secret why I don't believe any of this Company wou'd speak of it Frail. But my Dear that 's impossible the Parson and that Rogue Ieremy will publish it Tatt. Aye my Dear so they will as you say Ang. O you 'll agree very well in a little time Custom will make it easie to you Tatt. Easie Pox on 't I don't believe I shall sleep to Night Sir Samp. Sleep Quotha No why you would not sleep o' your Wedding Night I 'm an older Fellow than you and don 't mean to sleep Ben. Why there 's another Match now as thof a couple of Privateers were looking for a Prize and should fall foul of one another I 'm sorry for the Young Man with all my Heart Look you Friend if I may advise you when she 's going for that you must expect I have Experience of her when she 's going let her go For no Matrimony is tough enough to hold her and if she can't drag her Anchor along with her she 'll break her Cable I can tell you that Who 's here the Madman Enter Valentine dress'd Scandal and Jeremy Val. No here 's the Fool and if occasion be I 'll give it under my hand Sir Samp. How now Val. Sir I 'm come to acknowledge my Errors and ask your Pardon Sir Samp. What have you found your Senses at last then In good time Sir Val. You were abus'd Sir I never was Distracted Fore How Not Mad Mr. Scandal Scan. No really Sir I