command but I have something heavie at my heart that makes me wish you wou'd excuse me now Well Go too I say what can sit heavie there I love thee love thee infinitly in faith I do Corina Here here 's Gold for thee the Summer's coming on and thou perhaps wants Toys as Gowns and Points and Petticoats I 'll have thee show Corina with the best splendid and gay my Girl as is thy Beauty Cor. I 'll take this Gold but 't is not that I want methinks of late there is a strange decay of Passion in you you 're not so dearly fond as you were wont supplying still your want of Love with Gold your Mirth is forc'd your Visits cold and short as Winter-days and when you speak of Love you do 't with caution There 's some reserve hid in that generous breast which I wou'd be acquainted with yet tremble lest you shou'd betray't too soon Well Corina you mistake my heart 't is thine intirely thine but when a Lover's sure as I am of thy heart those little assiduities are neglected which onely hoping Lovers use to pay I am happie now and have no need of Vows but those of Constancie Go to your Lute Cor. And have ye none you do designe to marry Well Fie you 're a fool to think I be so weak Marry I scorn that slaverie whilst I possess all the delights of it with thee without its plagues and care Go to your Lute Exit Cor. Well Frank and how dost thou like my Mistriss is she not charming do you blame me now Introth I lov'd her dearly once till my Soul shew'd me the imperfections of my bodie and plac'd my love on a more worthy object my fair Marinda which if this Baggage knew there were no being for me she wou'd so rave But faith I think I 'm not so criminal as you imagin'd hah Friend Yet she 's a Whore Well A Whore Oh call her a Miss a Ladie of the Town a Beautie of delight or any thing Whore 't is a nauseous name and out of fashion now to call things by their right names Is a Citizen a Cuckold no he 's one of the Liverie Is a great man a Fool no he 's weak or led away Is a Person of Qualitie pockie no but is not well has got a Surfeit or so Come she is a Mistriss but heark she sings A Song within to a Lute after which enters Corina Friend She 's all a perfect Heaven Oh I adore her Cor. To obey your commands I sung my Love but I had rather you had pardon'd me Well You are a simple Chit go get you gone and let me go 't is late and I am sleepie Cor. This Language was not wont to come from thee take heed and do not cheat my easie Faith for if you do perhaps 't will make me mad and in my wildness some strange things may do may ruine both our lives Take heed for now I love ye much above 'em both Come you shall stay with me to night Well By no means my Dear this Gentleman has vow'd to see me chastly laid Cor. And so ye shall the Play of Infants shall not be more chast I have no wish to make him break his Vow and he shall have a Bed Well Peace that offer will offend him he 's a modest man one of a profest abstinence Good night Cor. And must you go Well I must Cor. And will you come to morrow But oh I did not use to ask such Questions Will you be sure Well I will when did I fail Good night Boy your Flambeau Good night Corina He goes out Friendly stays Cor. Why stay you Sir you see your friend is gone Friend Madam if he knows not how to prize Heaven I do and cannot leave the pleasure so soon at least if you wou'd give me leave to gaze I dare not say possess that were a blessing fit onely for the Gods nor knows man how to calm it That you shou'd throw away such wonderous beautie on the remiss cold and insensible Cor. Who is it Sir that 's so insensible Friend Death whither does my passion hurry me I shall betray friendship of many years for a flame which a new lust has kindled in a moment Cor. Heavens are you silent Sir what made ye talk of one remiss and cold who mean ye Wellman Oh if you did Friend I meant mankinde for none can merit you Is she unchast can such an one be damn'd Oh Love and Beautie you two eldest seeds of the vast Chaos what strong right ye have even in things divine our very Souls Cor. Why do you stifle what was so well begun Unfold I know you have some meaning Sir in what you have to say Concerns it Wellman Friend No. Answer me one thing Madam Cor. I will for you have something to relate which I must hear Demand I listen Friend The Question is but rude Cor. I care not What means he Aside Friend Are you You pardon me Cor. I do There 's something in his heart that I must flatter thence Be confident Friend And are you then a Whore You said you wou'd forgive Bows Cor. I did and though that question yet ' cause I know thou hast some reason for 't I 'll answer thee directly That I am Friend Are Prostitutes such things so delicate Can custom spoil what Nature made so good I never saw a sweet face vitious it might be proud inconstant wanton vain Cor. Oh leave Sir to philosophize on Beautie and tell me why you do so Friend Heavens why cou'dst not thou be constant Cor. Constant to what to whom Friend To Wellman he has all the Charms of Nature and to be false to him was such a sin Cor. Oh Heavens what base flatterer has traduc'd me tell me who dares report I am not true not true to Wellman I have been false to Vertue false to Honour false to my Name and Friends but was to Wellman what Heaven is to the Just and Penitent all soft all mercie all complying sweetness Friend By Heaven I do believe it and nere heard a breath that cou'd prophanely say thou wert not But oh I thought with reason if 't were so I cou'd not slightly part with such a Jewel or Indian-like barter this real Gold for shining gingling Bawbles Marinda Heaven thou' rt an Angel to her Cor. Enough I know my doom that word 's enough and I 'm betray'd to ruine aside I will My heart thou shalt dissemble this Go base false man that with the name of Friend has play'd the Traytor to the best of men I know thou injur'st Wellman or if true 't was not thy part to tell it hadst thou license for such a cruel Tale thou shou'dst have spar'd it to her that lov'd thy friend Be gone I hate thee and whatsoere thou meants by such a Lye I scorn thee for 't and think thee much unfit for any gallant friendship I know 't is truth and with the fatal
faith I will resigne her and you see Diana will like thee nere the worse for 't Friend I 'll but embrace her hear her speak and at the most but kiss her Well Oh heark he that cou'd live upon the scent of Meat wou'd live cheaply Friend I shall never become heartily a man o' th' Town a kind of flat ungracious Debauchee an unsufficient dulness reigns about me Well This Italian breeding has spoil'd thee and stiffen'd thy behaviour Come come thou shalt to her and she shall like thee Friend But if she shou'd not Friend Well Fear her not 't is her Trade and what she 'as practis'd long with many Lovers Friend Was she not true to thee Well I do believe she was whilst she was mine Friend Was she a sinner ere you saw her then Well Oh a very Strumpet Pardon me truth Come have a good heart and thou shalt possess her since thou' rt so in love Friend Death man 't is Destiny I cannot help it Well Nay I hope so Come come she sells but flesh so that even in the enjoying thou 't regain again thy freedom Go thy ways Exit Friend Enter Trickwell How now Raskal what make you up so early Trick He that will thrive must be early stirring Sir I am going to get the Peny Sir Aye Heaven has endow'd me with industry I thank it Well And what good Acquaintance have you Sirrah no handsome women Trick Faith Sir yes some do start up now and then but a Pox on 't when they have run through all the Trades and Degrees of the Citie they pass at the other side of the Town for new Faces and are caught up by your Courtiers for innocent and honest though the Citie-Surgeon have had good Customers of 'um and by my Troth Sir I hate to cheat a Gentleman with false Ware But last night VVell What last night Trick I was horrid drunk at Supper with one Sir John Empty a brave young fool for my purpose I brought him a Wench one Betty Cogit a Pox on her a pretty drunken Whore 't is and handsome if she can serve you I can bed my Knight with any other VVell Away you 're a Rogue I 'll talk about it another time Farewel Have a care of Mr. Dashit Sirrah Exit Well Trick Let Mr. Dashit have a care of me I 'll take care he shall be cozen'd most plentifully Now for some new device what shall it be Enter Jack a boy with Barbers things Jack Pray Sir which is the way to Cheapside to the Sun-Tavern Trick Sun-Tavern Childe what wou'dst thou do there Jack Whe Sir I am sent for to trim Mr. Dashit and tho he be my God-father I know not the way to his house Trick Why art thou a Barber Jack A Barber-Surgeon Sir Trick To what Bawdy-house does your Master belong and what 's your name Jack John Scowre an 't like your Worship Trick John Scowre Good Mr. John Scowre I desire your farther acquaintance Nay be cover'd my dainty boy Is thy Master at home Jack My Father forsooth you mean but he 's dead Trick And laid in 's Grave good boy Jack Yes Sir and my Mother keeps shop Trick A good witty boy thon't live to read a Chapter to the Family and write Sermons John in time wo't thou not Jack In grace a God Sir Trick And whither art thou going now John Jack Marry forsooth to trim Mr. Dashit the Vintner He 's my Godfather I told you forsooth Trick Good boy hold up thy head Prithee do one thing for me my name 's Hazard Jack He good Mr. Hazard Bows Trick Lend me thy Barbers Implements Jack Oh Lord Sir Trick Well spoken a fine boy What are they worth childe Jack Oh Lord Sir worth I know not Trick A witty childe Here 's a shilling for thee Where dost live John Jack At the three Washballs forsooth in Mincing-lane Trick Aye I know 't a delicate boy I have an odde Jest in my head childe to trim Mr. Dashit 'T is for a wager boy a humour I 'll return thy things presently Hold let 's see Takes off his Apron and takes his things Jack What mean ye Mr. Hazard Trick Nothing child but a Jest Go drink a flaggon and I 'll return presently Jack Pray Sir do not stay Trick As I 'm an honest man The three Washbals John Jack Aye Sir Trick Good And if I do not shave Mr. Dashit my ingenaity wants an edge Let me see a Barber My villanous tongue will betray me I must step in and disguise a little For my speech what if it be broken French or a Northern or a Welch Barber Good the Widow Scowres man good newly hir'd a Journey-man very well I have my Cue and will proceed happy be luck Exit Trick SCENE changes to Corina's house Enter Corina with her Hair loose raving and Mr. Dunwell Dun. Nay dear sweet childe do not torment thy self thus violently say Wellman be to be marri'd are there no more young Gentlemen no more both handsome and rich Come come you cou'd not expect to build Tabernacles with him Cor. Damn your sententious Nonsence let me go loose as the winds when mad when raging mad 'T was you Heaven curse ye for 't that first seduc'd me swore that he lov'd me wou'd eternally and when my Vertue had resolv'd me good damn'd Witch whose trade is Lying and Confusion you hard besieg'd it round with tales of Wellman repeated all his Charms so often o're my Heart began to yield and Vertue fade like flowers with too much heat which when you saw a Curse upon your Tongue you told him where the part was feeblest here told him my strength and how he best might conquer and he oh lovely Tyrant found it true and never ceas'd till he had vanquisht all Leave me thou Witch that hast reduc'd this soul this body too to nothing but a Grave Dun. To nothing Marry and that 's not my fault I have made as many proffers of your Virginity since he ruin'd it as if you had been my own Daughter a thousand times so I have but you were so peevish you ever stood in your own light nothing wou'd down with you but Wellman Cor. Hell take thy tongue or blast it Dun. Aye for God forgive me it has been a thousand times forsworn for you and yet I 've brought you to nothing Have I not brought you English and French Merchants of the best Rank Jews of the richest Tribes Irish Lords Scottish Earls and lastly the Dutch Agent who offer'd ye a Tun of money and is all this nothing Come come had you had grace you had made something of all these but nothing but Wellman was regarded Cor. Oh that hated Name like some black Charm it curdles up my bloud Dun. And yet a' my conscience the Gentleman 's an honest Gentleman and one you have got fairly by I hope him to you and have I this for my labour Well Mary Dunwell weeps go thy ways Mary Dunwell
say go preach to the Rabble Sir I 'm not at leisure Trick Ah! what is sinful man speak to him Sir to think upon his Soul his precious Soul ah his too precious Soul Friend Perhaps I 'm not of your perswasion Sir Trick Hah Heaven forbid I hope you 'r not a Papist Sir Friend If I am Sir what then Trick What then whe then Sir guilty or not guilty you deserve to dye and I 'll prove it and stand to 't Friend Prethee leave us we are serious Trick Leave yee yes faith ' tis-time you are not worth a Groat Friend But is there Sir no hopes of a Reprieve Sir Ly. I 'll warrant you Sir I 've Interest enough for that Friend Upon my Honour Sir Wellman is but mislodg'd and l 've already satisfied yee how I came to say what I did of his Death to that fair false one sure some Lethargy has seiz'd him that he appears not or else he 's mad it cannot be unkindness and it wou'd grieve you Sir to see me dye and after find me innocent Sir Ly. By th' Mass and so it wou'd Sir therefore I 'll to Court about your Reprieve immediately nor need you doubt my Diligence or Success but why thou beauteous Hypocrite didst thou betray him thus to Corina who stands sullenly by Cor. I will not answer thee I own my guilt and am asham'd and angry at my Destiny Were Wellman dead I could endure the rest but would not live to see him live another's Sir Ly. Well Sir fare ye well till anon go's out Friend Oh! how I hate what once I so ador'd He that 's born well and Nobly Educated Blest with an honest Fame and worthy Friend And wou'd with desperate over-sight love all And land himself upon this fatal shore Let him ne're kill or steal but love a Whore Enter Wellman Marinda Sir Iohn Ample and Shatter Diana hah what do I see Now everlasting Darkness cover me From that dear injur'd killing sight Diana Dian. Nay do not hide your Face or turn away I 'm wondrous glad to know where a Maid may find ye when she has need of you and tho' these Chains are something easier than those of Matrimony yet like a malicious Woman I am for proposing a change faith what d' ye think on 't dare ye venture methinks 't were no ungrateful Leap from the Gallows into a fair young Ladies Arms wou'd you not rather cry Drive away Carman Fri. Oh! do not mock my miseries Diana Dia. By this hand not I You may remember I swore never to marry till the man I lik'd cou'd give me proofs he was a man you bow'd and blush'd and talk'd of Maidenheads and modestly protested your Virginity oh filthy in a man a man of sense too but you 'r improv'd I hear grown wise of late and given me proofs you are no Block-head and I to keep my word am come to challenge you and to put you out of all these hanging apprehensions know Wellman's alive Wellman discovers himself they embrace Sir Joh. How Wellman alive Friend My dear unkind have you dealt well with me Well I was resolv'd I wou'd be quits with you for getting my Mistress from me which by the way I beg you wou'd forgive I 've a Design to marry her to Empty Fri. She is a Woman and I scorn to injure her And can you Madam except this Criminal in Chains Dia. The sooner for that reason with my Father's leave I have a good hank upon you when you 're insolent to upbraid ye with the place from whence I had ye Mar. He cannot but commend your Passion for him Fri. I am asham'd to be so much oblig'd Mar. Nay leave the shame to her Dian. Shame I laugh at it and wou'd have believ'd none to have marry'd Friendly under the Gallows therefore take my hand and bind the bargain Fri. Thou art a Noble Creature and I am thine forever Well By Heaven Corina it was not want of Love my Fortune did depend upon my Marriage but when I saw the Woman destin'd for me I must confess I felt new flames possess me without extinguishing the old and I resolv'd to love her virtuously and hold an honest Friendship still with thee to raise thee up above the Worlds contempt the fickle favours of unconstant man and love thee as my Siste Cor. What pow'rful Charms dwell in thy tender language thou melt'st my rage with every softening look and lead'st me a tame Captive to thy will I am still all thine dispose me as thou pleasest Well This Knight Corina then resolve to marry I 'll make thy Fortune equal to his Quality the man is honest young and Master of himself He thinks thou art my Sister nor will I ever undeceive him Cor. Well since I must lose you and am by your Commands obliged to Life no matter how forlorn and wretched 't is Dun. By my troth Sir you have left her like a man of Honour Well Sir Iohn you are my Friend and this my onely Sister for whom I know you have a Passion and since Mrs. Diana is dispos'd of I am resolv'd you shall not be disappointed of a Lady Take her and trust my Friendship for her Fortune 't will not be inconsiderable Sir Joh. Fortune Sir I scorn she shou'd owe her Ladiship to any Fortune but what my single Honour can give therefore Madam I am your Knight your Champion your most humble Husband and obedient Servant Iohn Empty Baronet but good Brother let us make haste out of this scandalous place it puts me so damnably in mind of mortality it will spoil my Wedding-night Well Ay Sir as soon as Friendly's discharg'd Marin You must give me leave to call This while Trickwell is seeming exhorting the Prisoners and picking their pockets Sir John and Wellm. looking at Trick the Pris'ners your Sister too for I must love and serve all that love Wellman Cor. Madam the Generous Pattern that you have set me I shall be proud to follow Well Hah Sure that Wench I know 't is she whe how how now Nan what brought thee hither Nan. 'Fore Gad e'en my kind heart Mr. Wellman Love villanous Love Sir Ioh. Hah Love whe what a pox is that become a hanging matter in our Age Nan. If 't were your Neck 's in no great danger Sir Ioh. Good Lord what I warrant you think I was never in love then yes faith have I and have felt your Flames and Fires and Inclinations and Wamblings as often as any He that wears a head Nan. Then you are the first Fool I ever knew inspir'd Well spare him Nan he 's my Brother but prethee say how came Love to bring thee to this fatal end Nan. Fatal 't is my Glory and egad my Statue and History ought to be added to the Gallery of Heroick Women why you have hear'd I suppose that my Husband was condemn'd last Sessions Mr Shamock Well What the famous Padder is he thy Husband Nan. Yes
THE REVENGE OR A MATCH IN NEWGATE A COMEDY As it was Acted at The Dukes Theatre LONDON Printed for W. Cademan at the Popes head in the New Exchange 1680. Actors Names _____ Sir Lyonell Father to Marinda and Diana Mr. Smith Wellman In love with Marinda Mr. Williams Friendly His Friend in love with Corina _____ Sir John Empty Lover of Diana Mr. Bowman Mr. Shatter Lover of Diana Mr. Jevorn Trickwell A cheating Gamester Mr. Lee Mr. Dashit A Vintner Mr. Bright Glisten A Goldsmith Captain Jervice His man A Boy Sam Dashit's man Mumford Jack The Barber's man Mrs. Barry Corina The Whore Mrs. Butler Marinda Mistriss to Wellman Mrs. Price Diana Loves Friendly Any-body Ample Their woman Mrs. A. Lee Mrs. Dashit Wife to Dashit Mrs. Norice Mrs. Dunwell A Bawd _____ Constable _____ Watchmen Boys Fiddlers Watchmen ACT the First SCENE the First A Street Enter Sam with Torch Dashit raving followed by Mrs. Dashit Mr. Dash RUN you Rogue run raise the Street you Son of a careless Whore Cry Stop Thief stop Thief Sam. Which way Sir Mr. Dash A Pox of ways Sirrah cry Stop Thief I say Sam. So we may stop honest men Sir Mr. Dash There 's no such thing within the Walls of London ye Rogue there 's nothing but Knaves Cheats Cuckolds and Traytors Thieves and Pickpockets tho I be one of the Livery A Pox of Honesty my Plate's gone the Reckoning unpaid I 'm cheated and undone therefore run ye Dog run Mrs. Dash Good sweet Husband have patience Mr. Dash Patience yes so you advis'd when I found the Alderman and your Ladyship in a civil posture on the red Couch in the Swan Patience quotha Pox of your Remedies Get ye in here 's Company Enter Footman with Flambeau follow'd by Friendly and Wellman Well Whe how now Mr. Dashit what inrag'd in Rancor and the Beauty of the London-bars your Lady too in Tears What 's amiss unfold thy dismal story Mr. Dash Onely cheated robb'd abus'd and undone Sir that 's all that 's all Weeps Well As how man Come advance thy comely Countenance and do not let thy sorrowful Snout bedew thy reverend Jerkin The reason my hardly honest Dashit Mrs. Dash Oh Siâ— Mr. Trickwell that Knave is this night run away with our great Gallon-Tankard six silver Boats a great Salt besides Spoons and Forks Mr. Dash Oh for some wise man that wou'd but finde 'em out presently Well Yes if a wise man cou'd be found out presently Friend How was this Plate lost how escap'd he unseen with it Mr. Dash Why an 't like ye Sir thus As I understand that man man quoth I no rather Monster that t'other-end-of-the-Town-Villain nay I believe that Jesuit in disguise sent from beyond Sea to ruine honest Citizens I say this Heathen Trickwell comes me into my house thâ— evening with a great two-handed Gentlewoman or some Priest in Petticoats they call for a Room pretend to send a Porter for some Ladies of delight bespeak a Supper but no Ladies came Mrs. Dash My Cockie forgets to tell your Worships that our house being full we had no Room emptie but the great Parlor below stairs Mr. Dash Hold your peace hold your peace I say Am I a Common-Council-man like to be of the Citie of London and cannot tell my Tale my self Get ye in I say and look to what 's left Well Well Sir on with your Relation Mr. Dash Well Sir a noble Supper they had of the best in season I came in cri'd Your servant Gentlemen ask'd 'em how they lik'd their Wine and departed civilly Then enter'd a blinde Harper crieâ— Do ye lack any Musick Sir He cries Play The Harper uncases the Drawer is nodded out who obeys believing he wou'd be private with the Gentlewoman and 't is Sam 's part you know Sir to wink at things Well Right and civil Mrs. Dash Aye aye but he shall answer for that winking at the last day I 'll warrant him Mr. Dash Well Sir having eat the Supper and Trickwell perceiving none in the room but the blinde Harper whose Eyes Heaven had shut up from beholding wickedness opens the Casement to the street very patiently packs and pockets up my Plate unnaturally thrusts the woman out of the window and himself most preposterously with his heels forwards follows The Harper plays on bids the empty Dishes much good may do 'em and plays on still The Drawer returns cries What d' ye lack Gentlemen but out alas the Birds were flown Sir flown Laments are rais'd Well Which did not pierce the Heavens Mr. Dash Sam cries out my Wife in the Bar hears the noise and she bawl'd out I heard her and thunder'd the Boys flew like Lightning and all was in confusion Well Well this must be for some great sins committed the sins of the Bar and Sellar unmerciful Bills and suffisticated Wine my honest damn'd Vintner Repent oh repent and mend and be sound Mr. Dash Well I will hang that Rogue Trickwell and there 's an end on 't I 'll do 't and so Good night to you Gallants Exit Dashit and his Wife as into their house Well Well dear Jack Good night I have a Visit to make before I sleep and will take my leave o' thee A found Wench soft Sleep and pleasant Dreams bless thee my dear Friendly Friend Not so I 'll see thee safe at home I dare not leave ye to your self so late you are warm with Youth and Wine which may direct you to the undoing of that body of yours which shortly must be blest with chast embraces These common women will ruine thee Frank Faith leave 'em in good time come you shall not to a Bawdy-house I hate ' em Well I pray for their continuance and increase ere since I thought of Marriage Friend Prithee why Well A married man ought to love a Bawdy-house as English-men love Flanders wish war shou'd be maintain'd there lest it shou'd be brought home to their own doors Friend Thou art a worthy Lad and brave but this damn'd Lust has been thy constant daily vice the onely one thou' rt given to Well Prithee call it a nightly one But not to trifle with thee Faith I am going the way of all flesh Friend To a Whore Well One thou callest so a very Publican and sinner Friend And canst thou having such an Object before thy eyes as the fair the chast Mirinda whom thou' rt to marry give thy self up to the loose the common arms of one who loves thee not but for her interest Damn her thou shalt not go I hate I nauseate a common Prostitute who trades with all for gain one that sells humane flesh a Mangonist Well Poor Devils what wou'd you have 'em do wou'dst thou have 'em get their living by the Curse of man the Sweat of their Brows Egad they dearly earn what we give ' em Is Charitie grown a sin or relieving the Poor and Impotent an offence And Faith Franck where can we bestow our Money
better In Land the Title may be crackt in Houses they may be burnt in fine Cloaths they 'll wear out in Wine alas our Throats are but short and our heads weak but woman oh dear lovely woman 's the lasting true pleasure Lay it out upon woman I say and a thousand to one some one of them will bestow that on you that shall stick by you as long as you live They are no ungrateful persons they 'll give Love for Love do you protest they 'll swear do you vow they 'll lye do you sigh they 'll weep do you give them English Coin they 'll repay you with the French And they onely sell their Bodies Do not some of our Sex sell their Souls nay since all things have been sold Honour Justice Faith even Religion pray where 's the dishonour of selling the Pleasures of a womans Bed Who is 't wou'd live and toil but for a woman who fights lies cold and hard in open field but to gain Wreaths to lay at a womans feet And 't is a truth can be denied of no man All things were made for man and man for woman Give me my Fee Friend Well Sir I see you are resolv'd and I can onely boast I love Diana better than you do her Sister Marinda Well Come wilt thou go with me Friend Whither Well To this house of Salvation Friend Salvation Well Yes 't will make thee repent Prithee go to the Family of Love I 'll shew thee my Creature my Natural my Mistriss my pretty blue-ey'd Wanton my honest fond self-hearted Flatterer my fair-fac'd sweet lip'd Rogue that has Beauty enough for her Vertue Vertue enough for a Woman and Woman enough for any reasonable man in my knowledge Friend What to a Bawdy-house to visit an impudent Prostitute Pox on 't 't will make me hate the Sex The worst Object the world can shew me is an immodest vulgar woman Well No matter thou shalt go go as thou lovest me Friend Well Sir I 'll go to bring you safely back Exeunt SCENE draws to a House Enter Mrs. Dunwell and Trickwell drunk Trick Nay Moll unreasonable Mary whe the whole Prize was not above fortie pound and hast thou the conscience to snack ten onely for a good word speaking a little holding the door and bawding The device was my own too the hazard mine and the hanging may be mine whilst thou securely filchest under my conduct Come the nest of Cups is fair you Bitch be contented you were drunk too into the bargain Moll Come bear a Conscience Moll and Heaven will bless our endeavours besides Moll thou hast an honest Calling of Bawding which brings thee in a pretty Livelihood Moll when God knows I trust to nothing but my own indurious slight of hand Come give me back the Salt Snatches the silver Salt Dun. By Yea and by Nay Trickwell I am afraid thou wilt play the Knave and restore ' em Trick No by the Lord Aunt Restitution is Catholick and you know Oracles are ceas'd Tempus praeteritum Dost hear my necessary Evil Thou ungodly Fire that burnt Diana's Temple dost hear make Corina civil or by the Lord Bawd Dun. Fire Gad you are the foulest mouth'd son of a Whore the profanest railing Raskal call a woman the most ungodly names I must confess we all eat of the forbidden Fruit and for my own part though I am as they say a Bawd that covers a multitude of sins yet I trust I am none of the wicked that go to Steeple-houses with profane Organs in 'em ye scurvy sawcie Jack Trick Who I rail at thee my industrious Moll my subtle Procurer I rail at thee my necessarie Damnation I 'll make an Oration in praise of thy Modestie thou flower of thy Function Dun. And I think I have deserv'd it at your hands Mr. Trick-well for I have assisted you early and late up-rising and down-lying Trick Thou hast therefore listen A Bawd for her Profession is the most honourable of all the 12 Companies for as that Trade is most worshipful that sells the best Commodities what must the Bawd be then my little Moll For where others sell silk Cloaths Gold and Silver Pearls and Diamonds thou sellest divine Vertue Virginitie Modestie Maiden-heads Youth and Beautie And who are her Customers not Cits Grooms Mechanicks and disbanded Souldiers but Gentlemen of the best Rank Knights Lords Dukes and Squires Thus she lives keeps the best Company eats and drinks of the best and domineers when she 's drunk reigns Queen Moll over her adoring Subjects But hold here 's Wellman and Friendly what a Pox does his Gravitie in a Bawdie-house Enter Wellman and Friendly Well Come along yonder 's the Preface to my Mistriss her Matron or Bawd or what you please Mrs. Dunwell your servant Dun. Your servant sweet Sir Ah you 're a prettie man to neglect a Creature that loves you thus introth you are But well I 'll fetch her to you Sir Exit Dun. Well Do so sweet Mrs. Dunwell What Mr. Trickwell does your Knaveship dare walk the street Look to 't Mr. Dashit lies in wait for you Trick The more fool he I can lie for my self A Pox of the rich Raskal 't is no deceit in me to cheat him he has cozen'd me of an Estate of some two hundred a year with his damn'd Reckonings and then who but honourable Mr. Trickwell the noble Squire and soforth till he had got all my Land in Mortgage then took the forfeiture and turn'd me 〈◊〉 of doors I 'll plague him for 't But I interrupt your diversion and will kiss your hands my noble Patrons Exit Trick with the Plate Enter Dunwell and Corina she kicking her Well See Sir this the ugly thing you so despise Friend This Well This very thing 't is but a Dowdie but she serves Friend A Whore this Vertue defend me what a lovely woman ' t is Well Salute her man salute her Friend Salute her yes and leave my heart upon her lips Well Go salute my friend this is my friend Corina Cor. I care not for you nor your friends I 'm sure you use me scurvily because you know I love you but I shall learn those Arts you men are practis'd in and scorn and hate and hide it when it serves my turn as you can do I shall but yet I 'm true true as my Vertue when you first seduc'd it false as you are and yet I love you strangely Well Salute my friend I say go you fond fool clasp his neck round and press his cheeks to yours kiss him as you do me as soft and meltingly go you coy tit I say you shall Kisses him Friend She 'as fir'd me with that touch there 's Witchcraft in 't Well Come kiss her again by Heaven thou shalt I 'll not be jealous on 't kiss her more ardently So thou wilt learn in time Go fetch your Lute and let him hear ye sing to 't Cor. I 'm all obedience Sir when you
knowledge instruct my heart to break Aside Goes out Friendly musing alone enter peeping Wellman Well Tho I do not care for this woman now yet some dregs of the old haunt of Jealousie remain about me still and I must see what use my friend and quondam Mistriss makes of this kinde opportunitie Hah alone and musing Listens Friend 'T was not well done indeed to tell her but Love was raging in me and I believ'd I shou'd insinuate with that secret Well By Heaven he 's caught Eternal Laughter seize me Friend 'T was Love the very first effects of Love were treacherous and ill Heaven guard me from the rest Yet I must on Let Winter'd Age dully pretend to prove That Love is Lust I know no life but Love Well Is it so Sweet-heart how is 't what is the worst sight the world can produce a common woman now Friend Hah will you go home Sir 't is high bed-time Well With all my heart Sir onely do not chide me I must confess Friend A wanton Lover you have been Shaming Well When Love was raging in me Shaming agen Friend Oh leave your rallying will you be gone Well Let Winter'd Age dully pretend to prove That Love is Lust I know no life but Love Go thy ways for an Apostate I believe my last Garment must be let out in the seams for you Is 't not so But come I must go serinade Marinda but take this certain rule along with thee Of all the Fools that Ignorance ere nurst He that ' gainst Nature wou'd be wise is worst Exeunt ACT the Second SCENE the Second A Street Enter Wellman and Friendly with Footmen with Lights and men with Musick as under Marinda's Window Well WEll Gentlemen here 's the Window of my dear Marinda 't is here my friends resides that lovely Maid whose beautie chaces away those lesser fires that did infest my heart Come gently touch your strings and call her forth to bless me ere I go to rest I 'm not half sanctifi'd without a sight They play a little then a Song Enter Marinda above in Night-dress and Diana Mar. Who 's there my dear lov'd Wellman This was kinde Well My generous Marinda when did I ere approach thee but with kindness the fondest tenderest part of kindness too and when I cease to do so Heaven neglect me Mar. And me when I but fear the contrary Wou'd I cou'd let thee in but oh I dare not my Father nicely careful tho thou' rt mine mine by a solemn Contract yet forbids me to entertain thee with that freedom yet Well But my Marinda 't is a heavenly night such as was made for Lovers still and calm and I have such soft things to whisper to thee as pains me to conceal I long to touch thy hand to catch thy sighs and lean my head upon thy rising bosome A freedom now methinks you might allow me 't is very hard Mar. 'T is so but yet a little suffering and we may meet with lawful freedom till when continue to be true and kinde Well By Heaven by all the Stars that shine above and by thy brighter Eyes I will be ever true Mar. I must give faith to what you say and prithee since easie Maid I do believe so soon in pitie do not cheat me Here wear this little Ring a dying Brother gave it and bad me never part with it but to him that Love had made my Husband Wear it thou for thou' rt my Souls best choice Takes it in his hand and kisses it Well Which when I part from Hope the best comfort of my life forsake me Dian. Heavens what a long tedious Tale of Faith and Troth 's here Cou'd I once see the man I lik'd I 'd have done a thousand fine and more material things by this time Well Madam here is a Man whom if you cou'd but pity Dian. What my grave Lover Mr. Friendly who hates a Wencher no by my Troth I 'm for no such dull Ingredience in a Lover I love a man that knows the way to a womans bed without instructions Besides what shou'd we two do together get Fools no I hate ' em Well You may be mistaken in your man Dian. I wish I were Let him but bring it under the hand of any woman who has been kinde to him and I 'll believe him fit to be belov'd by me till then I am obdurate Friend Well Madam I 'll endeavour to obey you Dian. Let it be quickly then I hate delays you know I 'm stor'd with Lovers Sir John Empty will be before-hand with you else you know he 's a spruce Spark and cannot long lay siege before a heart but he will force an entrance he 's of my humour too gay loves Fiddles Wine and Women a fool and rich oh heavenly Quality Be wise Sir and consider 'em and learn to whore betimes you know not what you may come to Farewel the day begins to break and the old man will wake Good morrow modest Mr. Friendly Exeunt from the window Well Good morrow mad-cap Come shall 's go to bed Friend No I cannot sleep I 'll walk a little Well And meditate Farewel Sir I 'm for rest Exeunt all but Friendly Friend This woman yesterday was charming to me and now all that she said seem'd dull and tedious What a strange change is here The light comes on heark how the free-born Birds chant forth their untaught Passions and in those pretty Notes express their love They have no Bawds no mercenary Beds no politick Restraints no artful Heats no faint Dissemblings Custom makes them not blush nor Sham afflicts their name Oh happy Birds in whom an inborn heat is held no sin how vastly you transcend poor wretched man whom national custom tyrannous respect of slavish order fetters calling that sin in us which in all else is Nature's highest Vertue But a Whore now shame forsake me whither am I fallen one that my friend has had to live to be a shameful talk to men Wellman returns Well I have a mind to know whether Friendly goes to Corina when I am absent 't is with some regret I think he shou'd but present it so pleases me to see his modesty in love I 'm ready to resigne her He 's here still Good morrow Friend I cannot leave thee thus dissatisfi'd what art thou studying on Friend Love but it likes me not Well Why Friend She is not honest Well What then shou'd we hate all that are so some men wou'd hate their Mothers and their Sisters a sin against kind Friend Is it a wise man's part to be in love Well Let wise men alone 't will beseem thee and me well enough Friend And shall I not commit a sin against friendship Well What to love where I do By Heaven I resigne her freely to thee the creature and I must grow strangers and by this time she has heard of my designe to marry and swears and rails and cries and curses me Come
her Well I will look to her prithee I was too rash and mist from too much violence and rage I might have more securely done the business aside Pray leave me Sir I cannot go a fire in my blood confines me here 'T is not a vertuous flame No raging Lust my wilful fate does move The Gods themselves cannot be wise and love Cor. This man whom I abhor because his Friend through all my rage I see has passion for me raise it ye Powers till it become so high to be employ'd to any use I 'll put it to a fatal instrument of my Revenge Aside Friend Loveliest of all your injur'd Sex Cor. You 're charitable to the forsaken Sir but 't is alas all thrown away on me for I can never more believe there can be honesty in man since Wellman is all Vice Friend What Devil envious of his glorious Choice contriv'd to make him faithless to such Beauty Had I that Blessing which I dare not name hardly dare wish 't is so above my merit I shou'd dispise as useless and unnecessary all the vast Joys besides Heaven has in store and at thy feet lay all my Fortunes down and set up my eternal rest with thee Cor. Just so he spoke and I fond fool believ'd and tir'd him out with love but you 're all false inconstant faithless Tyrants and betrayers even in that very minute that you gain us we forfeit all our hopes in you for ever I can believe no more Friend Silence and Modestie were wont to be my two accustom'd Vertues but my Love grows high and rages in me like a storm Wou'd you 'd believe my Vows but you have been deceiv'd that way alreadie therefore thou dear thou lovely injur'd fair one credit my plain Sinceritie I love and to be short wou'd have thee pay my flame I will be grateful in what way you please Take me to your Embraces to your Bed I am not us'd to ask such Questions Madam and want terms fit to dress 'em in Cor. And do you take me then for such a Creature that have no sense but Appetite the Brutal part of Love Forbear to name it to me you offend me Friend Forgive me I wou'd have you love me too and if I have too hastily run o're what ought to have been said of my vast Passion and came too rudely on the wisht-for part 't is the effects of youthful ignorance of hot desire and eager to be happy Cor. How shall I fain to yield aside There 's such a seeming honest plainness Sir in what you say in spight of all my grief I listen to your Language Cou'd you be true cou'd you convince me throughly that you lov'd Friend kneeling What Art will do 't what Vows what Protestations what Proofs what Gifts besides a faithful Heart Cor. Shall I or can I trust again Oh fool how natural 't is for women to believe But when you 've gain'd the utmost that you ask will you not then grow cold Friend As soon the Sun shall lose its native heat denying warmth to Flowers Cor. I must have more than this Can you believe this heart that has been us'd so ill already can you trust on feeble Vows Can you be bravely kinde resolve a Deed wou'd shake a Soul that is not fixt in Love Friend Is it a Deed that I may do with honour Cor. I did not studie that but if there be any thing that stands in competition with your Love it is not worth my owning Friend Be it what it will 't is for so rich a Prize without demanding what I 'll vow it done Cor. I hate this Wellman You may guess the rest Good day to you Friend Leaving me by Heaven we must not part Love and Desire are madly raving in me my impatient Heat admits of no resistance I cannot-live without you grant me instantly that which I dare not ask Follows on his knees Cor. As long as Wellman lives I 've made a Vow never to love again yet am I understood Friend Will you be mine when Wellman is no more Cor. By all my hopes by my last best of wishes Friend Be mine and onely mine for ever mine Cor. Inviolably yours Friend Then hear me on my knees I make this Vow Wellman shall die before to morrows light Now may I hope my Bliss Cor. Yes when the Deed is done And for a Token that you have dispatcht him bring me that Diamond that he wears and which he did refuse me Do you pawse Friend Onely the manner Sweet Cor. Oh you may pick a sudden Quarrel with him word it to blows and then take all advantages Friend And will my Vows to kill him merit nothing Cor. No I have vow'd and if you love you 'l yield to 't Friend Enough Farewel She goes out Delays in Love's the Lovers onely Hell Going out hastily stops Hah whither wou'd my hastie steps misguide me was I not rushing on to kill a Friend to kill a Friend oh 't is to kill my self Passion how hellish art thou oh how vile to kill a Friend to gain a sinful woman for Appetite for sensual end and momentarie pleasure And Vices like to swelling Rivers flow The further that they run they bigger grow Heaven how neer was I to being undone I 'll flie lest the temptation overtake me Exit SCENE changes to Dashit's house Enter Mrs. Dashit with a bag of money Mr. Dashit following Mr. Dash Well is the money right Mrs. Dash Just fiftie pound Honey in good hard Half-crowns Mr. Dash Well Mr. Trickwell 't is your confounded Worship puts me to this Charge but an I catch thee an I do not charge thee with as many Irons mayst thou cozen me again Knave mayst thou cozen me again Well Wife is the Barber come I 'll be trim'd and then to my Neighbour Glistens the Goldsmith to new furnish my self with Plate Mrs. Dash Truely Husband surely-Heaven is not pleas'd with our Vocation we wink at the sins of our Customers our Wines are meerly Protestant and I now speak it with grief of heart we frie Fish with salt Butter to the burthen of my Conscience calling our Wines by fortie heathenish names to disguise truth Mr. Dash Hold your prating a Pox of your Conscience go minde your business in the Bar score double and mend the matter with a vengeance Exit Mrs. Dash lays the money on the Table Enter Trickwell drest like a Barber How now Friend what are you Trick A Barber Sir the Widow Scowres man an 't like your Worship my name 's Timothy Hazard Sir Mr. Dash Very well very well and how does my Godson Timothy Dash sits down in a Chair he puts the things about him Trick Very well an 't like your Worship he 's gone to trim Parson Cuffett Mr. Dash And how long have you been a Barber Timothy Trick A Year an 't like your Worship come Christmas Mr. Dash What what and a good Workman Timothy And may I trust my self in thy
home Sam thou shalt have a new Sute for this honest Sam. Exit Sam. Well if I catch the Rogue he shall be hang'd in lousie linnen I 'll hire a Priest to make a Papist of him before Execution and when he 's dead I 'll piss on 's Grave Enter Trickwell in a Câ—oke But stay who comes here this may be he Trick Damn this Corina this proud scornful Beautie whom I must humble and enjoy I know I am a Rogue not worthie of her love a Raskal that have no one Good about me but that I love And this damn'd Bawd to keep me to her self disgraces me to Corina Dash Aye aye this must be he Ware shaving Sir What ho the Watch the Watch Takes hold of Trickwell ' s Cloak Trick Death 't is Dashit's voice Gets from him and runs out leaving his Cloak behinde with Dashit Thieves Thieves stop Thieves Runs out Dashit after Enter the Watch after met by Trickwell Const Who goes there come before the Constable Trick Death you are a prettie fellow of a Constable to represent the King's Person indeed here 's a Watch for the Devil honest men are robb'd under your Noses A Raskal in the habit of a Vintner set upon me cri'd stand and deliver in the Kings Highway he wou'd have had my Purse but that my heels sav'd it Yet he got my Cloak of rich Camlet I 'll be sworn new and fair this morning If you light on him seize him and keep him in the Stocks till the Cloak will hang him Const Doubt not our diligence Master these dangerous times 1 Watch. Something to drink Master we that take pains for the good of the Nation Trick Honest men watch and sleep not Good night Goes out 1 Watch. Well Master we must watch better indeed Is 't not strange that Knaves Rogues and Thieves shou'd be abroad and yet we of the Watch Scrivenors Exchange-men and Taylors never stir a foot Enter Dashit running with the Cloak Const Who goes there Dash An honest man and a Citizen 1 Watch. The Knave 's drunk and speaks Riddles Const Come afore the Constable what art thou Dash A Vintner Const Bring him neer Hah what 's here the Cloak 1 Watch. Oh Mr. Vintner is 't you Hold a rich Camlet-Cloak 't is the same Const Oh thou Varlet does not thou know the Wicked cannot scape the eyes of the Constable Dash What means all this as I 'm an honest man and a Citizen I took the Cloak Const As you 're a Knave you took the Cloak we are your witnesses for that Dash But Neighbours hear me hear who I am 1 Watch. A Thief you are we know Dash My name is Dashit Const I I we 'll dash ye in with him to the Stocks there and lock him fast till morning that Justice Lackbrain may examine him Dash Whe but heark ye Const Away with him Dash Mr. Constable Const In I say Locks him in the Stocks Dash Am I not stark mad yet not quite an Ass 1 Watch. You may be in good time in grace a God Sir Well what wou'd this Citie do if 't were not for-such necessarie Tyrants as our selves to ride the free-born Jades and humble ' em 2 Watch. Prithee hold thy prating minde our-duties and let 's go sleep in the fear of the Lord. Ex. all but Dash in the Stocks Enter Trickwell Dash Who 's there So ho so ho to him Trick like a Bell-man I shall be mad lose my wits and then be hang'd Who goes there I say thou mayst approach without fear I 'm fast by the heels Trick 'T is Dashit Rings his Bell. Maids in your Night-rails Look to your light Tails Keep close your Locks And down your Smocks Keep a broad Eye And a close Thigh Good morrow my Masters all good morrow Dash A Pox of Eyes and Thighs Whe Bell-man Trick comes to him holds his Lanthorn Trick Through the Nose Good lack good lack Mr. Dashit whe what does your Worship in the Stocks pray come out Sir Dash Out Sir whe I tell thee I am lockt Trick Lockt Oh Men Oh Manners Oh Times Oh Night that canst not discern gravitie and wisdom in one of the Common-Council too Whe what 's your Worship in for Dash For a Plague on 't suspition of Felonie Trick Nay an 't be such a trifle Lord I cou'd weep to see your good Worship in this taking Your Worship has been a good friend to me and tho you have forgot me I have found your Worship's doors open and I have knockt and God knows what I have sav'd and do I live to see your Worship stockt Dash Hah alas honest man thou knows me then Prithee call the Watch and let the Constable know who I am prithee do and here I have some money about me Trick 'T is more than I deserve Sir let me alone for your deliverie Dash Do so honest Bell-man and then let me alone with that Knave Trickwell Trick Maids in your Night-rails c. Crying and ringing Going out enter Constable and Watch. Mr. Constable who 's in the Stocks Const One Dashit for a Robberie Dashit he calls himself dost know him Trick Know him Well Mr. Constable what good have you done the Citie Know him a most notorious Thief his house has been suspected for a Bawdie-house many a year a harbourer of Cut-purses and Night-walkers he has been a long time in the black blook and is he taken now 1 Watch. How Burladie Neighbour we 'll not trust the Stocks with him we 'll to Newgate with him to rights Const Well mov'd Simon Come Sir come Sir out with him Dash Oh does your Raskalships know me now I thought you wou'd know me in the end Const Yes the end of your worship we know Dash Aye here 's an honest fellow can inform ye Const Yes we thank him he has inform'd us you are a Pimp and a Thief Binde him fast and to Newgate with him Dash To Newgate why Bell-man Rogue Raskal To Newgate amongst the prophane Jesuits too oh oh Exit the Watch with Dashit Trick So thou art like to thrive in thy Knaverie Roguerie prospers with thee To morrow is the Sessions at the Old-baily I 'll make him shrink with fear ere I have done Cou'd I but be reveng'd on this Corina I shou'd be prosperous indeed Some little Devil help me at a pinch at need Exit ACT the Fifth SCENE the First Corina's House Table and Lights Enter Sir Lyonel Sir John Corina and Wellman disguis'd Cor. THis is my Lodging Gentlemen where if you 'l please to wait a little you shall both see and hear the truth of what I 've told you Sir Lyon But Madam Did he tell you he had kill'd his Friend tell you himself 't is strange Cor. Sir If you find I wrong him let me dye He came all breathless panting to my Chamber his Sword all bloody pray'd me to conceal him for he had murder'd Wellman Sir Joh. Under favour Madam what quarrel had they said
he 't is a most rare Creature I 'm half in Love already Cor. Innocently was the unhappy cause they lov'd me both were Rivals in my Favour nor knew I which my heart inclin'd to most Wellman had Wit Youth Gaity and good Humour lovely well made fit to engage a heart and Friendly too was handsom very discreet very Amorous soft in his Language modest in his Actions and tho' their Charms were different yet 't was hard to say who was the greater Conquerour so I by favouring both made either jealous Sir Joh. S'bud wou'd I had shar'd of that without the danger aside Sir Ly. But Wellman was to have married my Daughter Marinda to morrow was the day Cor. To please his Father Sir he made you think so he has oft with sighs to me confess'd he could not love Marinda I hope she will believe and dye in rage and then I shou'd lye contented in my Grave aside Sir Ly. I pity thee in troth now but he was such a Villain that but for his Fathers sake I 'd let him dye unreveng'd but Sir Jeffery Wellman's my Friend and therefore I 'l be dispos'd by you Enter Dunwell Dunw Madam here 's the Villainous man come as gay as a young Bridegroom Cor. Pray Sir retire with these Gentlemen into my Closet and you shall hear he will confess the murder and having witness you may apprehend him and do you the while prepare the Watch and let 'em wait below Well With what a Fury is a Whore inrag'd Puts Sir Lyonel and Sir John into the Closet and Wellman and Dunwell go out Cor. So now my Revenge grows high cou'd I but hang this Friendly which I wou'd because 't was Wellman's Friend and make Marinda mad Oh! with what Joy I 'd follow for 't is I Must end the last Act of the Tragedy Enter to her Friendly fine Friend Now my Corina now my Heavenly Fair I come to take that Joy which from thy Eyes I find thou wilt allow my panting heart And here upon my knees receive my Vow If ever I prove false to so much Beauty May I be ever scorn'd by Men and Heaven Oh! the excessive Joy that fills my Soul With thought of my approaching happiness Come le ts draw nearer to our bliss thy Chamber Cor. But stay Draws him near the Closet Fri. Oh! do not kill me with that fatal stay Cor. You have not told me yet how you kill'd Wellman Fri. Oh! name him not some fit of Love or Rage will seize thy Soul at naming him and ruin me My dear Corina Mistris of my Life name him no more Cor. Now on thy Life by all I hold most dear now Wellman is no more the repetition will be wondrous grateful Prethee how fell the perjur'd faithless man tell it me o're agen and I 'll resign my self for ever to thy Arms. Fri. Tell thee and take thee Were each word Blasphemy wou'd every Syllable betray my Life I 'de hast to utter it for that Reward though I can tell no more than what I 've done already that we met at a Ball prepar'd for the contracting of Wellman to Marinda where I being out in a Dance or I at least pretending so I struck him we drew but being parted there I challeng'd him out and it being late we fought i' th street where I had th' Advantage of him and kill'd him Cor. What did you with the Body Fri. Drag'd it into Fleet Ditch with the next Tide to flote where Fortune pleas'd and slew my dear Corina Cor. You shall dye for 't fond easie Fool Enter Sir Lyonel Sir John and lay hold of him Wellman from below with Officers Sir Ly. Seize the Murderer Oh wicked Villain base and treacherous Fri. Base and perfidious Woman hold off your hands and let me ask this Devil why she does thus Cor. Ah fool that cou'dst believe my Love so slight to let thee live that murder'd him I liv'd for Fri. Well ye Gods you have reclaim'd my Wildness and brought me back to man and now I see the Strong Deformity of sinful Passion Sir Ly. Come Come Sir we came not here to talk 't is Morning already carry him directly to the Old Baily the Sessions is now and let him be hang'd out of the way Fri. You 've Reason Sir and deserve this Usage but yet unhand me thus I 'de been serv'd had I indeed kill'd Wellman but Sir he lives lives at his Goldsmiths one Glister in Cheapside Cor. Heavens Lives Lives to be married Oh Sir Ly. We are not to believe that Sir to Prison with him till he can prove this true Fri. No rudeness Sir I 'll go unguarded Death what a vile poor degenerate thing a Mercenary Woman is Sir Joh. How a Mercenary Woman Where the Devil have I liv'd and how past my time I knew her not before this is her Man I must get acquainted with him Friend a Word I pray Sir Ly. How Sir this Woman set you on nay then Mr. Constable pray lay hold of her and see her forth coming Cor. With Joy since Wellman lives and lives to be perjur'd no matter what becomes of poor lost me weeping Fri. No Sir let me instruct you take my Word I am a Gentleman and known to you she shall be forth coming if there be an Occasion tho' she be false she is a Woman still a beauteous lovely Woman come Sir I 'll follow you Dunwel leads in Corina Well I 've yet a little Pity on my Heart and that forsaken Beauty I have ruin'd and looking on Sir Joh. But Sir you do not mind me Well Said you Sir Sir Joh. I ask'd you Sir who this Lady was to whom I perceive you belong whether a man may be welcome for his Money you conceive me Well Sir Angryly Sir Joh. Nay Sir I ask your Pardon Sir no Offence I hope I 'am a Knight by Birth Sir and have Sir some sixteen hundred a year Sir no contemptable Fortune for a Gallant Well A Gallant Sir Sir Joh. Whe yes Sir a Gallant Sir whe what a Devil I speak no Treason I hope in the Lord. Well But Sir you do as bad this Lady is of Quality and has a Fortune too or if she had not she has Beauty sufficient to intitle her to be a wife Sir Joh. Say you so Friend I must confess I am very much taken with her Beauty but that I have a sort of an Ingagement upon my Person to Mrs. Diana now but I like this better by much Sir and if she can but clear her self of the Business of this Murder and has but any reasonable Fortune and I get my self off this Diana Well Who is she Sir Sir Joh. Sir Lyonel Worthy's Daughter Sir a little learing Titt as any 's in England Well Sir to serve you cou'd you help me to the Speech of her I wou'd do much and have some artful Cunning. Sir Joh. Help thee whe I 'll carry thee immediately man but do 't so as