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A29177
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The bragadocio, or, The bawd turn'd Puritan a new comedy / by a person of quality.
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Person of quality.
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Wing B4198; ESTC R28530
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Manet Shuf Shuf Hist Mr. Zeale Mr. Zeale Re-enter Zeale Sir You must send me a Bever I am so much out upon the Cause I must be endebted to you at present Zeale 'T is the same thing Sir you shall have the choice in my Shop Exit Zeale Shuf And he shall have more o' my Custom For I with Citts as with false Dice will play First sweep enough then throw the Cheats away Exit Shuf Enter Juliana as looking upon a Watch. Jul. Past Three The long expected Minute's past Which I with Love's Impatience waited for I curst Time's aged pace and blam'd my Watch Because the Hand so faintly stole about But now the hour that flatter'd my false hopes Is come and gone but still my Lover stays E'en thus the thirsty Traveller that knew Once of a cooling Spring near such a Hill Impatient o' the Days tormenting heat Thinks ev'ry step a journey till he comes To that refreshing place he used of old Then eagerly preparing to lie down He spies the bottom parcht the Pebbles drie Then mutters his complaints and budgeth on Grant he be safe He 's here listens Enter Carol. How soon the gaudy Bubble disappears Carol. Alone Cousin You'v been rapt up in Lovers Paradise Jul. I was discanting a little upon a passage I have read in a French Novel Carol. And you the Heroin You are glorying in your Conquests over your vanquisht Admirers Jul. You are in your pleasant vein Cousin Carol. I am always in 't I have no Murther'd Servants to answer for I thank my Complexion no languishing Lover has catcht cold with syrenading under my Windows I was never accused in the Mystical Name of Cloris by the Dying Sonneteer nor blam'd as an Accessary in his Swan-like Dirge Nay I never caused the Death of a young Tree by an Anagramming Pen-knife I never Jul. Receiv'd a present of Value from a Servant and then declared you hate him you never gave a Rhithming Lover a Subject to allude upon and then exposed his endeavour Carol. If a young generous Fop prevents me and swears his Life depends upon my Acceptance I cannot be so barbarously scornful as to see a towardly Fool cut off or if an unfortunate pretender must needs discover his Dullness I am forc't to comply with him and use him accordingly to be rid of farther importunities Jul. Now I am much of another Humour I cou'd not receive a Gift from one I disrespected nor laugh at his Poetical Imperfections I shou'd rather pity him tho' not many deserve it Sighs Carol. Come Cousin that Sigh betrays you be free with me Has not that Gentleman that makes visits to you and you believe to be the only brave Man upon Earth given you Reason to retract your Opinion Ay a Conscious blush too Well I perceive your disorder We 'll have a Song to divert you Here Lyddy Sing your new Song Calls aloud Lyddy Enters and Sings See how regardless she surveys Whole Crowds of fetter'd Swains That boast themselves her Sacrifice And Triumph in her Chains See while their trembling Hearts expect Some blessing from her Eyes She frowns and with a cold neglect Kills all their blooming Joys Fair Mighty Nymph if you thus hast To shew your endless power The number of your Slaves alas Will lessen ev'ry hour And while you please your boundless Will Your Empire will decay You 'll not have lover left to kill Nor Subject to obey Carol. Well Cousin how do you relish the Ayr Jul. I suppose the Words were the love-task of some o' your obsequious Admirers Carol. Ay and the Composure too He excus'd himself with the Poets Apology for their dullness haste pretending they were his extemporary Thoughts over a Glass of Wine tho one wou'd scarce perceiue it by the Spirit Enter Boy to Carol. Boy Madam Yonder 's a Gentleman desires to kiss your Hand I show'd him into the Dining-Room and left him rubbing his Sword Carol. 'T is that Fierce Vapouring Coward Bravado I fancy and I had as soon receive a Visitant in the Small-Pox only 't will be no disposing of him before my Unkle's return unless I go and contrive some way Exit Carol. Enter Rom. Rom. My Joy salutes her 'T is true I have liv'd since I saw you last but no otherways than dying Parents that for the hopes of seeing an only Child and feeling Death come stealing on will set their Teeth contract their Fist recal their palling Spirits and struggle with appointed time I have liv'd to see you once again now let me die I cannot choose a dearer place than this points to her Feet Jul. And wou'd you die without me How cou'd I survive you Rom. Thou Miracle of Women You have all the Perfections of your Species without the Frailties you have Wit and Discretion without Design you are Humble Easie without making your self Familiar and Modest without being Coy you are constant in spight of Importunities and Beautiful though a Fortune you are Jul. Since I have some Qualities that please you I shall value my self the more But Dearest why did you stay Rom. My Heart I came as directly at the hour as Death before I was loath least Sir Populer should be within and my Visit renew his Suspition Jul. My Watch then was like my Wishes too forward I expected you this live-long half-hour and with as much impatience as Chymists do for the result of some Experiment a Thousand Fears as great as Love could frame distracted me Rom. But how long Madam may we believe the time will be our own When returns Sir Popular Jul. O presently within this half hour Rom. We must husband it with such caution as a besieg'd Town does their failing Provision Enter Boy Boy Madam Sir Populer is newly come in and has sent to speak with you Exit Boy Rom. The news of Peace never came more unseasonably to the Souldier of Fortune Jul. With what reluctancy I obey let my sighs demonstrate My Dearest you may be safe here from the busie eye of jealousie if possible I 'll steal a visit to you Rom. The kindest power that ever favour'd love attend thee Salutes her Exit Jul. The rarest piece the whole Creation has produc'd is gone What cannot I bear one hours absence How shall I compose this unruly Passion When she 's for ever doom'd to a Rival's Arms The raging Storm of Love heaves in my breast and like the weather-forc'd Marriner that labours to avoid the Shore he wisheth for I must refuse what I esteem so dear I love her too well to Marry her my unkind Fortune forbids the Banes I cou'd not see her condition below her worth and quality and therefore must be cruel out of kindness Enter Bravado Brav. Dear Captain Roman I am thine abundantly Rom. You expect I shou'd return you the same Title back but how came you here Brav. What an impertinent question is that to one of my correspondence amongst the Ladies Why pretty Mrs. Charlietta cou'd not