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A51520
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The successfull straingers a tragi-comedy : acted by Their Majesties servants, at the Theatre Royal / written by William Mountfort.
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Mountfort, William, 1664?-1692.
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1690
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Wing M2977; ESTC R14436
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Farmosa if thou lov'st be Reall is there a Secret I would keep from thee by this there is not kisses Far. I never see you but for Information and you are as short in your visits as an Eminent Physitian I am the Pulse by whose beating you find out my Mistrisses Inclinations and when you once know the state of her Body never Enquire after mine Guz. This night I 'le give thee proof of my Enquiry But prithee tell me has not our Spanish Dame Some Longings for an English Breed Fra. Why truly I guess some such thing but have no positive Demonstration Guz. Does she not seem to be in Love Fra. How seem Guz. Does she not sigh and covet being alone make Contrary Answers sometimes to Questions Does she not slight her meat and with her Knife scratch figures on her plate mince her fruit small then toss it up and down fancy strange things it 'h fire and in the Clouds blush if she hears an Englishman but mention'd does she not read Romances and delight much in standing at the window of an evening cry sometimes to thee Oh Farmosa then stop as if she had forgot her self Complain she cannot sleep and of odd Dreams Fra. Why are these signs of Love Guz. O Great ones Fra. Then surely I am so Guz. Pox on thy observation Fra. For I can sit and sigh a whole day long fancy strange things i' th fire love standing at the window love reading of Amours there are but two things we differ in Guz. Prithee what are they Fra. Why I eat heartily and sleep soundly Guz. Thy sighs will never give thee the Chollick But tell me did'st never observe any of this in her Fra. Why truly I have and if I see you to night I 'le take care to get it out of her not but I know it already but the Rogue will balk me anon if I tell him now Guz. Wilt thou be Diligent Fra. As a knave for an Employment Go at ten I 'le wait at the little Back-garden here take the key you must go out that way for if you are seen it may cost your Bruises some Brandy I'm call'd Adieu why Farmosa within Guz. One word hast thou no little Sum to spare thy Lover no trisling Doubloon no Idle Pistol Far. What pay before-hand Signior Exit running Guz. 'T is so she loves this Stranger and anon I shall know all T is a fine Life we serving-men do Lead Our Masters take the Mistris we the Maid If Ladys you 'l not have your secrets known Keep us asunder or your work 's soon done Exit SCENE II. A Garden Enter Carlos and Francisco Fra. What! turn thee out of Doors Carl. Ay Sir and menac'd me with Death when next I enter'd I vow'd revenge which but Encreas'd his Laughter When he had Sworn me to Eternall Love And everlasting saith to Dorothea He render'd all my Oaths ridiculous Then with the very Curse which I invok'd If ever I prov'd treacherous to his Daughter He wish'd the like Destruction might seize him If ever more I after that beheld her Fra. Why let him keep his two Daughters Like an old Lott as he is and multiply his Generation himself What think'st thou Carlos of the fair Biancha Younger and Richer far then Dorothea who Languishes too for thee and from her Infancy almost has Lov'd thee besides Boy thou knowst thou wert in a manner promis'd to her Carl. But Sir can you so easily forget the villain Or tamely suffer such an Arrogance Must all my Presents too be slighted and yet kept Must all Fra. Presents no I forgot that Boy I 'le make him refund or swear him into the Inquisition for Blasphemy Carl. No Since my Love 's despis'd I 'le court revenge That 's now the Mistriss of my eager Flames which nothing can asswage but Silvio's blood Fra. Blood Boy Carl. Ay Blood Sir Rivalls blood The precious blood that Dorothea doats on My wanton hands shall play in the warm Gore Then on her face the purple Scandall print And shew my Injuries in lasting Blushes Fra. A Rivall Boy by the head of our Church thou hast reason or hold Carlos hold suppose now we should contrive some dreadfull Infamy some terrible disgrace that he may live with Carl. As how Sir Fran. Why as a punishment for his endeavouring to supplant thee in this Ladies Quarters we 'le make an Eunuch of him and he shall repent in Anthems Carl. An Eunuch Damn him that would make him bless'd Women are ne're so fond as when secur'd of pleasure Without Scandall No 't is his heart must feed my hungry spleen The heart which disinherited my hopes And was Adopted Heir of all my wishes Fran. Why Murder him and there 's an end on 't Don't stand mouthing like a Lawyer that has Puzled his Cause and knows not how to get clear On 't hang him Dog have his Throat cut and Encourage decay'd Trade our Bravo's grow Pious the times are so bad and go to Church For want of Employment Carl. It shall be so I 'le have him set with speed Not but I wou'd engage with him alone But he that robs my Love deserves it not A Rivall nay A Heretick those words Here Guilds a Murder wrought by 50 Swords Exit Fran. So here 's a fine Feast providing for the Devil I must have a tugg with my old Antagonist for the 5000 Crowns his Daughter has cost me Ah that I could persuade this Platonical Fool this Dorothea's Flesh-fly to Marry Biancha there 's a Fortune Her Father 's a Fool too and might easily he brought to take my Son without a Groat damn'd stubborn dog Hum He knows he is the last of our Family and knows I am past getting of Children or I would so penny-bind the Rogue he should scarce have enough to pay the Fees of his Confessour Children are great Plagues not but Parents are great Rogues tho' sometimes I know not which are the worst If the Estate be by the Father Gain'd The Childrens duty is by hopes obtain'd Of what he 'l leave 'em else he might be damn'd For when the Estate 's entail'd upon the Son There 's no respect to Parents 't is his own Scorns 'em on Earth and laughs at 'em when gone So one 'gainst the other may exclaim each hour But both of 'em are Rascalls in their Power Exit Scene Changes to the back-side of a Church Enter Silvio and Sancho Sil. How goes the Evening Sancho Sa. Very nigh Sunset Sir Sil. Be on your Guard this Country is not to be trusted late Sa. I am provided Sir Well-Weapon'd and Well-fed Like a Town reliev'd I could sally furiously Sil. The God of Day does so his Thetis hast In Clouds of Gold and shining purple dress'd Each labouring Husbandman its setting waits And to his course but welcome home retreats The Drudging Oxen from their Yoaks are freed And scattering Ews which on the Mountains fed Are by their Shepherds to Enclosures led Whilst the Gay