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Bury-fair a comedy ... / written by Tho. Shadwell ...
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Shadwell, Thomas, 1642?-1692.
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my Spleen at this but I have more serious business Exit Enter Oldwit Count. Is all one Morbleu if you no lette me havè your Person me vill havè your Monee Testebleu Old. Say you so Sirrah I have confin'd you from flying and have Officers now to wait on you and I will have your Ears and have you whipt Count. Is all one for dat me vill loosè de two Earè and be wippe two tree four time for Ten Tousan pound and begar me vill havè de Portion do vat you vill Old. Enter here take him away to Jayl Officers Enter and hale the Count away 3 Lady 'T is no great matter she was a Proud Fantastick Creature 4 Lady Nay for my part I am glad on 't Enter Trim and Sir Humphrey 1 Lady How sneakingly he looks He is but a pitiful Fellow 2 Lady He looks like a Barber methinks Lord that I shou'd not discover it before 3 Lady I think I was bewitch'd for my part 4 Lady That I shou'd ever take him to be a Count Trim. Madam as in Duty bound I wish you happy in your Choice Sir Hum. Madam much Joy to you and your Count Barber Ha ha ha M. Fan. I 'll run away and never see the Face of Man again Exit L. Fan. Mr. Oldwit farewel Let me have my Coach I 'll never see Bury or you after this Hour Old. Who waits there Bring the Coach and six Horses to the Door and Grooms be ready instantly L. Fan. Farewel for ever Old. We 'll Kiss at parting faith They kiss she goes out in haste Heav'n be prais'd for this great Deliverance no more shall I be plagu'd with with their damn'd Wit and Breeding Enter Wildish Wild. What on your Knees Old. Ay faith and never had more Reason in my life Gert. Pray Sir down on your Knees once more Enter Mrs. Gertrude Conducting Philadelphia and Lord Bellamy in Old. Say'st thou so my Girl Gert. Do you know this Face Old. My Daughter Oh Heav'n Ten Thousand Welcoms as many Blessings on thy Head Rise dear Child where hast thou been when did'st thou come which way I am o'rjoy'd Gert. Ask no Questions 't is no time to ask Questions here she is Old. Canst thou forgive me Child I 'll ne'r endeavour more to force thy Inclinations Thou art free Phil. 'T is I must ask your Pardon Sir. Old. Oh name it not Bell. Now Sir can you part with what you love so dearly If so I beg her on my Knees Old. How 's this I am amaz'd astonish'd my Head turns round How came this about Bell. By Love and Fate that Govern every thing I lov'd this Daughter while she was lost to you and me and if she will accept of me I have all I wish on Earth Old. Have I my Senses my Lord Gert. Again asking Questions Come come do the Duty of a Father and bestow your Daughter when she has like a free Woman chosen for her self Old. My Head turns round but come Daughter are you willing Phil. Phil. Yes here I will Obey Gives her hand Old. All Joy be with you I am not my self Wild. Joy to my Friend This is a happy Turn Bell. I was Passionate to Marry the other Sister because I lov'd her but I think it more reasonable to Marry this because she loves me Old. Call all my Servants lay down all my Meat to the Fire set all my Hogsheads abroach Call in the Fidlers let 's Revel for a Month at least Enter Servants Wild. Hold hold Sir a little Madam Madam Pulls Gert. by the Sleeve Gert. Have you any thing to say to me Wild. Can you find in your Heart to dispose of your Sister to my Friend and not of your Self to me Gert. Time enough to think on that after I have tam'd you and brought you up to hand you are too Wild for me a great deal Old. Come Daughter let me persuade you Let it be a general Night of Joy. Gert. I think I had as good he is the most Importunate Lover I shall never be quiet for him Well I will Dissemble no longer here 's my Hand Wild. And here 's my Heart which you shall ever Reign in while I live Gert. No Raptures And know for all my vapouring I can obey as well as e'r a meek simpering Milksop on 'em all and have ever held Non resistance a Doctrine fit for all Wives tho for nobody else Old. Call in the Fiddlers I am Transported I am all Air Sirrah go you and set the Bells a going in both Churches Call in all my Neighbours I 'll have him hang'd that 's Sober to Night let every Room in my House Roar that it may keep the whole Town awake Here are the Fiddles fall to Dancing presently lose no time Let all this Night be spent in Mirth and Wine Dance Let 's lose no part of it in beastly Sleep This is the happy'st Day of all my Life I 've found my Daughter and have lost my Wife FINIS EPILOGUE Spoken by Mrs. Mountfort I Was our Authors Advocate last year And then ye very gentle did appear To him ye now should more Indulgence show Eight months he has been sick and well we know How very little a sick man can do But could he Write with never so much Wit He must despair of seeing a full Pit Most of our constant Friends have left the Town Bravely to serve their King and Country gone Our unfrequented Theatre must mourn Till the Brave Youths Triumphantly return Soft Men of Peace enough are left at home Daily to cram our House if they 'd but come They eagerly elsewhere in throngs resort Crowding for Places in the well fill'd Court. Here one who has been fifty years a Knave Strives for a Place with one foot in the Grave Another there who did what e're he cou'd Against the Soveraign Author of our good Some who rode Westward at least ten miles down Some made Blue Coats at him and staid in Town All these would have preferment as if they Had to this Glorious Change prepar'd the way Thus there are more admirers to each place Than e're a Celebrated Beauty has And they who cannot that advancement gain They think their mighty Merits ought t' attain Steal to some Grumbling Club and there complain Pox on 't things go not well I 'll change my side I thought they would for my great Worth provide Pray have less Vanity and learn more Wit Come here we 've Places for you all most fit Within our empty Boxes and our Pit. But you who use to hiss pray keep away And try to Write before you damn a Play 'T will then so hard a task to you appear You will not have the Heart to be severe Books Newly Printed for James Knapton at the Crown in St. Paul's Church-Yard A Congratulatory Poem on His Highness the Prince of Orange's coming into England By Tho. Shadwell A Congratulatory Poem to the Most Illustrious Queen Mary upon Her Arrival into England By Tho. Shadwell The Squire of Alsatia A Comedy Acted by their Majesty's Servants Written by Tho. Shadwell The True Widow A Comedy Acted by their Majesty's Servants Written by Tho. Shadwell The Forced Marriage or The Jealous Bridegroom As it is Acted by His Majesty's Servants Written by A. Behn The Female Prelate Being a History of the Life and Death of Pope Ioan A Tragedy As it is Acted at the Theatre Royal. The Wanton Fryar or The Irish Amour A Novel in Twelves The History of the Inquisition as it is Exercised at Goa Written in French by the Ingenious Monsieur Dellon who laboured five Years under those Severities with an Account of his Deliverance Translated into English Quarto Price 1 s. FINIS