THE LOST LOVER OR THE Iealous Husband THE LOST LOVER OR THE Iealous Husband A COMEDY As it is Acted at the THEATRE ROYAL BY His MAJESTY's Servants Written by Mrs. Manley LONDON Printed for R. Bently in Covent-Garden F. Saunders in the New-Exchange J. Knapton and R. Wellington in St. Paul's Church-Yard MDCXCVI THE PREFACE THis Comedy by the little success it met with in the Acting has not at all deceived my Expectations I had ever so great a Distrust and so impartial an Opinion that nothing but the flattery of my Friends and them one wou'd imagine Men of too much Sense to be so grossly mistaken and without whose perswasion I never designed publishing of it cou'd in the least have held me in suspence of its good or evil Fortune and to confess my Faults I own it an unpardonable one to expose after two years reflection the Follies of seven days for barely in that time this Play was wrought and my self so great a Stranger to the Stage that I had lived buried in the Countrey and in the six foregoing years had actually been but twice at the House The better half was cut They say 'thas suffered by it tho' they told me 't was possible to have too much of a good thing but I think never too little of an ill That knowledge I had of the Town was the gentile part which does not always afford Diverting Characters My design in Writing was only to pass some tedious Country hours not imagining I should be so severely repay'd I now know my Faults and will promise to mend them by the surest way not attempting to repeat them I am now convinc'd Writing for the Stage is no way proper for a Woman to whom all Advantages but meer Nature are refused If we happen to have a Genius to Poetry it presently shoots to a fond desire of Imitation Tho' to be lamely ridiculous mine was indulged by my Flatterers who said nothing cou'd come from me unentertaining like a Hero not contented with Applause from lesser Conquests I find my self not only disappointed of my hopes of greater but even to have lost all the glory of the former Had I confin'd my Sense as before to some short Song of Phillis a Tender Billet and the freedom of agreeable Conversation I had still preserved the Character of a Witty Woman Give me leave to thank the Well-natur'd Town for Damning me so suddenly They would not suffer me to linger in suspence nor allow me any degrees of Mortification neither my Sex Dress Musick and Dancing cou'd allow it a three Days Reprieve nor the Modesty of the Play it self prevail with the Ladies to Espouse it Here I should most justly reproach my self if I did not make all due Acknowledgments for Sir Thomas Skipwith's Civility his Native Generosity and Gallantry of Temper took care nothing on his part shou'd be wanting to make it pleasing Once more my Offended Judges I am to appear before you once more in possibility of giving you the like Damning Satisfaction there is a Tragedy of mine Rehearsing which 't is too late to recall I consent it meet with the same Fortune 'T will for ever rid me of a Vanity too Natural to our Sex and make me say with a Grecian Hero I had been lost if I had not been lost They Object the Verses wrote by me before Agnes de Castro where with Poetick Vanity I seemed to think my self a Champion for our Sex some of my Witty Critticks make a Jest of my proving so favourable an Enemy but let me tell them this was not design'd a Consequence of that Challenge being writ two years before and cannot have a smaller Share in their Esteem than mine After all I think my Treatment much severer than I deserved I am satisfied the bare Name of being a Woman's Play damn'd it beyond its own want of Merit I will conclude with Dionysius That Plato and Philosophy have taught me to bear so great a Loss even of Fame with Patience PROLOGUE Spoken by Mr. Horden THe first Adventurer for her fame I stand The Curtain 's drawn now by a Lady's Hand The very Name you 'l cry boads Impotence To Fringe and Tea they shou'd confine their Sence And not outstrip the bounds of Providence I hope then Criticks since the Case is so You 'l scorn to Arm against a Worthless Foe But curb your spleen and gall and trial make How our fair Warriour gives her first Attack Now all ye chattering Insects straight be dumb The Men of Wit and Sense are hither come Ask not this Mask to Sup nor that to show Some Face more ugly than a Fifty Beau Who if our Play succeeds will surely say Some private Lover helpt her on her way As Female Wit were barren like the Moon That borrows all her influence from the Sun The Sparks and Beaus will surely prove our Friends For their good Breeding must make them commend What Billet Deux so e're a Lady sends She knew old Thread-bare Topicks would not do But Beaus a Species thinks it self still new And therefore she resolved to Coppy you EPILOGE Spoken by Miss Cross KInd hearted City Wives if any here Was not Oliva's Virtue too severe To baulk your Expectation at that time Kind tender Citts wou'd be a Mortal Crime Our Gallants were undone shou'd you but prove Her Apes in Virue as you 'r theirs in Love But for our Poetess Lard no Virgin ever Resigned so bashfully her darling Treasure She sweats and reddens then turns pale for fear See what disorders you can give the Fair Shou'd I ask ne're so much to make you kind You 'd damn or pitty as ye are inclin'd Tho' each in private wou'd be sworn her Lover Scarce one true Friend the Publick will discover Our Beau was writ at least two years ago See how rank Weeds in Foppish Countreys grow Now so Diminutive a Spark alass He scarce can serve to shew you what he was Shou'd the next two increase as these have done The Babel Beau might hope to touch the Sun Did but sound Sense and Reason thrive as fast The Coming Age might profit by the past Persons Represented Sir Rustick Good-Heart an Ill-bred Country Gentleman Mr. Johnson Wilmore his Son Mr. Verbrugen Wildman his Friend Mr. Horden Sir Amorous Courtall Mr. Powell Smyrna a Turkey-Merchant Mr. Cibber Pulse a Physitian M. Penkethman Knowlittle a Fortune-teller Mr. Haynes Timothy his Man Ready Servant to Wildman WOMEN Lady Young-Love an Old Vain Conceited Lady Mrs. Kent Marina her Daughter Mrs. Rogers Belira Secret Mistress to Wilmore Mrs. Knight Orinda an Affected Poetess Mrs Cibber Olivia Smyrna's Wife Mrs. Verbrugen Isabella Woman to Lady Young-Love Mrs. Cole Phaebe Olivia's Maid Mrs. Mills Page Servants SCENE in London THE Lost Lover c. ACT I. SCENE I. The Lady Young-Love's House Enter Wildman and Ready Wild. I 'll stay here till Mr. Wilmore comes in do you go and see what 's to be done at Old Smyrna's Deliver
my Chariot I 'le give her the Ceremony of the Glass as we meet pass on and make no uneasie reflections of the heavy load intail'd upon Mortal life Wild. Besides my Widow will set all uneasiness aside and repair the breach you have made in your Estate Sir Am. The Campaign the Campaign Charles let me be nothing if I did not loose Baggage to the value of 1500 l. all my Dressing Plate Wardrobe and Military Accoutrements and was glad to secure my self at Breda with only the days Provision upon my Back thou art my Friend to whom I may own such a Misfortune let me expire if ever I was in such a Consternation since I was born into the World Wild. 'T is now Eight a Clock do you know my Lady Young-Loves here in the Square any body will tell you the House I 'll meet you there at Nine Sir Am. Adieu I 'll walk over the Park to my Lodgings write an Excuse to an Expecting Lady who does my Company the Honour to sigh for it and then I 'll be certain to wait upon you Exeunt severally ACT III. SCENE I. Enter Knowlittle and his Man Timothy Know WHy truly Tim. we have had but a sorry Day on 't Tim. Indifferent Master besides those that came to inquire after Stolen Goods the Party that wou'd know the Cause why she did not conceive paid us notably Know Look out some body knocks Tim. Tim. O Gemini Master 'T is Mr. Smyrna the Turky Merchant and Madam Olivia his Wife I am very well acquainted with her Maid Mrs. Phaebe Know Peace we must not pretend to know them till the Stars have been consulted I 'll to my Study mind your hits Tim. and get what intelligence you can Exit Enter Smyrna Olivia and Tim. Smyrn Where 's your Master Friend I hope 't is not too late to speak with him Tim. In his Study Sir I 'll go and acquaint him with your being here He does not use to appear after Sun Exit Tim. Oliv. Lord Husband you are the strangest Man in the World what will People think of you Smyrn What Mistress you 'r afraid the Devil should speak Truth and discover your Abominations Oliv. The Devil 's the Father of Lyars how shou'd he speak Truth Smy You are the Mother of Lyars and that Cuckold maker Wild-man one of your vile Disciples Oliv. Because you heard he courted me before I was Married you think I must needs be naught with him Smy No no very Good in your sense I warrant Naught why thou art not a Citizen's Wife for nothing thou hast more grace I trust in the Lord than not to think Cuckolding thy Husband a good honest practicable Thing those are naught who do it so awkardly that the World is acquainted with it nay their very Husbands who are always the last in knowing the Favours that are done them Oliv. But sure you don't believe that an ignorant block-head of a Fortune-teller should speak any thing like Truth Smyr I 'll tell you what I believe though Mistriss in my case of Enquiry your Ladiship can exceed all the Cunning men in England and read our Fortunes to a Tittle but the Devil 's in 't you won't make me as wise as your self but put me here upon unlawful means the Sin will lye at your door Wife you 'd as good confess and save charges into the Bargain Oliv. If I should I 'm sure you wou'd not believe me Smyr The Devil take me then Come be quick before Master Astrologer comes Oliv. Lord Husband what do you take me for Why if it were so do you think I 'd be such a Fool to confess Smyr No Thou' rt wiser o' my Conscience but be sure you are as trusty to other Folks you Women have she Friends that you discover your failings to and that way the Secret comes about 't is for your Interest as well as mine to keep the matter private if 't were but for the sake of preserving your Lovers they are squeamish amongst such a glut of Womens Flesh and are disgusted by that which has been blown upon but see the Devil appears to decide our Controversie The Scene Opens and discovers Knowlittle behind a long Table Books Globes Compasses Pen Ink Paper c. Know Is your business with me Friend Smyr Yes Mr. Knowlittle I 've a doubtful Question to be resolved therefore there 's something by way of Encouragement only whether my Wife do me Justice you understand me Friend I 'm plaguily afraid of being a Cuckold an ignorant Cuckold Sir for that 's all Pray consult the Stars that I may come to the knowledge of my good Fortune Know We 'll erect a Scheme or as the Vulgar term it cast a Figure and give you the Opinion of the Stars thereupon Smyr He 's Conjuring we shall immediately see the Devil in the Circle Oliv. Are you so silly to believe it he seems to be a sorry ignorant Knave that has more Will than Power to do Evil. Smyr They say a Woman can out-wit the Devil and I believe out-Face him too Well Mr Knowlittle have you done What do the Stars say am I represented with Horns like Capricorn with a certain Tall-young Gentleman in my Figure who does my Wife the Honour to Love her better than she can her Husband Know Your Wife Sir looks like a good Virtuous Lady and your Figure speaks you to be a mighty dissatisfy'd Person a little troubled in your Brain with Jealousie but either my Skill deceives me or you have no occasion for it Smyr How say you Master Knowlittle do you like my Wife too does the Stars denote me for further Cuckoldom what encouragement do they give you to take her part for she 's so bad not one Devil in Hell dares do it without a Bribe Know Is that one question all you wou'd have resolved Smyr Ay Friend and I see 't is more than thou canst do thou art going to convince me of the Vanity and Folly of all those who have helped thee to deceive themselves Know How Sir do you undervalue my Profession Smyr O no Sir Your Profession is a very Learned Profession but I much doubt the Skill of the Professor Know Were it not for this Virtuous Good Lady I cou'd show you a Proof of my Art wou'd make you tremble yet verily it may be a means to acquit her how say you Sir if you dare stand it I 'll raise a Familiar to convince you and protect your Wife near me Smyr Wou'd you frighten me into an Opinion of your Art you that can't tell a Man whether or no he 's a Cuckold I have no Faith in you and therefore dare stand the Worst Knowlittle takes Olivia behind the Table and whispers her turns over his Books uses postures of Conjuration stamps with his Foot then Tim arises dress'd like a Fury with a Wand in his Hand strikes Smyrna thrice over the Head with it Oliva shreeks Smyrana trembles looks affrighted and sinks
down as sueh in a Chair Tim. From Hell's deep Center hither am I come To warn thee Mortal of thy heavy doom Thy Wife is Chaste yet shalt thou not believe Thy Visionary Doubts thy Mind deceive Therefore remain accurst and may'st thou find Thy constant plague in thy suspicious Mind Descends Oliv. Mr. Knowlittle accept of this Gratuity my Husband faints Lord I wish his fears have not taken away his use of Hearing He 'll never remember what the Devil said to him Know Sir Sir How fares it with you Oliv. Lord How do you do dear Husband I 'm frighted out of my Wits I 'll never venture to the Devil again with you you shall e'en go by your self next time for me Smyr Ay poor Wife as thou say'st thou wilt I believe for sake me in all Perils but is he gone are you sure Know Gone Yes Sir what do you think by vertue of my Art I can lay as well as raise This 't was to be incredulous and undervalue the Mysteries of Knowledge I was sorced to use extraordinary means to convince you O the Blindness snd Stony-heartedness of the Ignorant Smyr Pray let a Coach be call'd I 'm very ill but Master Fortune-Teller your Skill in the Black-Art shan't make me believe my Wife the Fairer Oliv. 'T is the Capricio of all Old Men Jealous of every thing that 's Younger than themselves Know Ay poor Lady Heaven endow you with Patience There 's a Coach Sir Smyr Is there come Wife good Night Friend Know Sir your Servant Madam your Servant Tim. wait upon the Gentry to the Coach Ex. Smy Oliv. Tim. Verily this Evening has helped the Morning and both together made a good Day few better Enter Tim. Now Tim. thou didst it admirably Tim. Ay Master did not I He little thinks that from my hiding place I over-heard all he said but how did the Habit set upon me Know As like as the Devil cou'd be every one in there way Tim. all Trades have their Cheats and this is to be said for ours we do it with their own consents Tim. Ay Master better this than worse every thing wou'd fain live and we do but our honest endeavours thereto Know Come let 's go in and pray to morrow may but prove as good a Day Exeunt Omnes SCENE II. Lady Young Loves House Enter Sir Rustick Wildman and Belira Wild. TO Morrow Sir Rustick is the happy day Sir Rus Be-gad I long for the Sack-posset and throwing the Stocking that was the Fashion when I was Married and a good Sociable one too I mean to make use of it still He he he I have bin telling her how eager all the young Fellows will be of hitting the Bride in the Face but be-dad I hope I shall hit her better somewhere else before George I 'll try to get a Nap in this Chair and Dream of to Morrow before to Morrow comes Bel. Sir Rustick is falling asleep over his Wooing When we force Nature beyond her self she must return for a recruit Wild. Be-gad Madam You don't know what an Insipid Fellow I am this way I never Love taking fruitless pains If I had not a real Inclination for you the Devil take me I if wou'd pretend it For where 's the satisfaction of dissembling when that which shou'd be a reward to our endeavours disgusts our Inclinations Bel. You Men of the Town never value a Woman for her self 't is only to increase the Wretched number tho' your selves are never the better for it Wild. That 's only seen amongst the Loose Idle part of Mankind who not setting a value upon their own Reputations think it no fault to Expose a Lady Bel. Well not disputing any further your Talent of Secrecy what Security can you give of your Sincerity Wild. Your Charms and the opinion the World has of my Sense Be-gad wou'd you have a more undoubted one If a Woman be very handsome and meets with a Man who has Wit enough to know and value it the Consequence speaks it self and needs no Corroborating Evidence Bel. Well enough of this to Night I receive you for my Lover and as such you must do me what Service I desire Wilmore and you are mighty Friends Has he told you nothing of his concern for Marina Wild. He 's to Marry her Mother Besides Child I never care to hear those sort of secrets for fear they shou'd expect mine in return Bel. However indifferent your are I 'll tell you one tho' the Report runs of to Morrow Wilmore must Marry my Lady Young Love privately this Night and if you please you shall have the Honour of bestowing her upon him Wild. Your Commands wou'd make greater difficulties easie but Pox why this haste to bring a young Fellow into slavery Does he know the Design Bel. She carried him hence to tell him I can't imagine how she 'l bring it about for I fancy one must be a good deal out of Countenance to let a young Fellow know one has a mind to lye with him one Night sooner than he design'd Wild. Ay or desired for if I were to be Mr. Bridgroom that wou'd be my Case always with an old Woman But where is he now Bel. Shut up with her in her Closet if you 'l stay a Moment I 'll go see what 's become of ' em Exit Belira Bel. If we don't take care this Gipsey will be too cunning for us all Pox take Sir Amorous Where can he stay Enter Isabel Isa Is Madam Belira here My Lady Enquires for her Wild. No Child she 's just gone but here 's a Friend of yours wou'd be glad to see you at my Lodgings Isa I assure you Mr. Wildman you are mistaken in me I wou'd not be a Whore if you wou'd keep me a Coach and Six Horses to tend me all days of my Life Wild. Nay now I 'm sure you lye Exit Isabel Enter Wilmore Wil. Pox take all old Amorous Women I stinck of Petter as bad as her self I fancy it to be like our Perriwiggs that retain the scent of Tobacco after being in a City Coffee-House Belira has told you Wild. Yes yes Have you seen Marina Wil. Where shou'd I see her in her Mother's Closet Be-gad you wou'd have laught your self to Death to hear her break the business to me She was in so good a Humour that had I not wanted Witnesses she wou'd have sign'd without consulting her Oracle Belira VVild. 'T is pity the Poor Lady shou'd be disappointed of a Husband Sir Amorous shall Marry her VVil. But how I don't think it feasible VVild. We 'll try to turn our Modern Comedy-Plots into good sober earnest and make her Marry one for another VVil. Impossible Belira is her shadow and not to be deceived They stay Supper for us my appointment holds with Marina the Musick will amuse the rest of the Company if possible don't let Belira follow us VVild. If she follows you I 'll follow her I assure you
so late Belira Bel. I come in search of you the Bride expects you Wil. To Night It must not be Bel. The same thing as to Morrow the sooner 'tis over the better for in these cases our fears are the worst part of our punishment Was not Marina with you she is wanted Sir Rustick has drank himself into a Matrimonial Temper and Mr. Priest-Craft Swears twelve at Night is as Canonical as that at Noon Wil. Belira have you Loved me Bel. Has not my Ruin told you Wil. Then do you Love me Bel. Yes to see you happy But the Mask is off and thou canst Cheat no more and I no more believe Wil. You never Loved but now abhor me Bel. You reproach me with what I wou'd be do not do not rouze the Woman in me I wou'd be Calm to Night and see you Married VVil. Rather see me Buried Bel. Perhaps so Cou'd the remembrance of my Wrongs but sleep with thee I wou'd not Envy thee a quiet Grave VVil. Farewel we part for ever I 'll leave the Town this Minute Bel. At least Sir if you will not Marry your self but unkindly leave your Bride thus in the longing Moment do your Father the honour to grace his Marriage VVil. What have I done that you shou'd wish to make me Wretch'd Bel. What hast thou left undone to make me such Wil. Your Reputation yet stands fair and uless your own Indiscretion betrays you the Secret shall be such with me for ever Bel. But thy heart Traytor thy perjur'd Heart tell me how shall I get it back Wil. Never this way I assure you Bel. 'T is given for gone then Go Live as Wretch'd as I can make you I 'll think no more upon you Wil. Where Madam are you going going Bel. To a Wedding Sir Marina's Wedding you say we must not Dance at yours Wil. Rather of the two Belira but why to Night Bel. All Bridgrooms are not as backward as your self your Father has the start of you in desire as well as years he is impatient of his Happiness Wil. You are Peevish Belira does your Love make you Jealous Bel. I have none the Moor has taught me better no longer doubting away at once with Love and Jealousie Wil. Then 't is Spite disturbs you In what have I deserved it Bel. Look in thy false perfidious Heart and take my Answer thence Wil. That speaks of nothing you can quarrel with Bel. Then I will stay and argue with thee how often hast thou told thou coud'st for ever Love me Wil. I told you that I cou'd not that I wou'd Bel. Poor Caviller those who can jest with Oaths can play with Words You 'l come after and wish the Bride Joy Wil. We must not part thus you were not used to fly my Arms. Bel. By all that 's good he has got the sorry cunning of our Sex just so does a Wife when her Husband has caught her false the gilting Creature cries Do you believe it Spouse you do not use to be so unkind Ha ha ha Let me Laugh tho' 't is maliciously go on I 'm in the Vein of Audience let me hear some disagreeable Truths and how well thou canst turn Woman Marina is at stake before you do it handsomely I wou'd be fortified in my Aversion and have my hate implacable Wil. 'T is Barbarous to insult where you shou'd rather pity Bel. I do let all the World be judge else nay do more than Pity I wou'd prevent your Ruin and stop the Passage up to your undoing wou'd save you from the Ills nay Scorns of Poverty keep your Friends such and put it in your Power to be one by still Preserving you The Worlds opinion who judge of Merit but by Fortunes Favours Wil. We know the Extent of your Generosity But serve me as I wou'd be serv'd Belira Bel. I thought this was your way I mistook you for him that was to Marry my Lady Young Love But I 'll go look for certainties within Going Wil. Come back Belira 't is my last Call I wou'd satisfie thy Womanish Revenge and let thee see me Curst by any other way than Fatal Marriage Take my Sword Thy Malice can supply thy want of use despight can furnish strength and too often thou hast found the way to my unhappy Heart to miss it now Bel. Ha ha ha in Love to dying By all that 's good turn'd Hero Your Mistress Sir is much obliged Keep your Sword it may be a Fortune better worth than all your Fathers Lands there 's Wars abroad you may employ it in 't will keep your Wife from wanting here at Home Wil. Am I indeed your Scorn Proud Fantastick Woman thy liking was foul Lust not Love That gentle Name brings Happiness but thou Let me not think upon thee for fear it force my Tongue to something worse than shou'd be said of Ladies I 've served it seems as long as you cou'd like and now you chuse another Bel. Wou'd it were come to that I wou'd exchange thee for the last of Men and think the Bargain Cheap wou'd part with all that goodly Form for honest Ugliness and think it fairer thy Youth for Age and Doat upon his Doatage So in return I found but Truth mark well that word that word has Charms thou never knewest and which out-weighs thine VVil. Belira thou hast power to read my Soul thy Magick Spells are irresistable How hast thou found this Failing in my Vertue which I not knowing of my Wants cou'd never miss till now Bel. Thank my Wit Natures best Gift I 've seen your shunting poor designing Arts to wave this Marriage and promote another Your care too of Marina's Fortune falsly guilded with the weak pretence of Generosity 't was not doubled thick enough for me But because Doubts never shou'd condemn the Man I Loved I wou'd not seem to doubt till I was certain therefore no more dissembling 't is vain Marina never shall be yours and if you cou'd not think it an unhappiness I fain wou'd keep you mine VVil. Give me this Night to think in I 'll promise nothing but this I 'm Grateful where I am obliged Bel. To shew your Power I will my Lady Young Love through my persuasion designed this the Marriage Night I 'll excuse you to her but not one word or thought of Marina for in that Moment she shall be bestowed upon another I wou'd divide the World rather than you shou'd meet I hope to Morrow we may give you joy this Night I find but little Exit Belira Wil. Less thou hast left behind O the curse of Lewdness What Woman 's Fair after we find her Faulty What Lady Innocent when no longer Chaste Or who so vain to hope for Honour or for Pity from that Soul who wants it for her self Enter Wildman Wild What I hear 't is deferrd there 's no hopes of Posset Beâ—ria has dissmiss'd me till to Morrow she 's gone to your Bride by this time Sir Amorous
your Charms And who seeks his Happiness in anothers Arms. L. Y. L. He Lord he 's the Modestest Gentleman so Civil he never prest for the least Favour no not for a Kiss and that you 'l say's but a small one but when he cou'd not decently avoid it Sir Am. A Wretch is it possible Madam that the Transports of a Man when alone with so fine a Woman Oh Madam Were it but permitted me But why do I vainly meditate on any thing but Death L. Y. L. Death Heaven forbid Indeed I am very sorry I was not acquainted with you before things came to this extremity But as to Mr. Wilmore he is so bashful and so modest Lord you wou'd not believe any thing else in him Sir Am. All that a Rival can say will be suspected But say I clear'd it to you what then shall be my reward L. Y. L. Indeed I shou'd be furiously angry to find him so cold only to me Sir Am. If your Ladyship will let me wait upon you to the Garden I 'll clear the matter to you Exeunt Omnes SCENE Changes to the Garden Wilmore Belira meets him Wil. DO you remember our last Discourse Belira Bel. Can I ever forget any thing where you 'r concern'd Wil. Then I must tell you I 'm resolved to Marry where I best can like not for conveniency alone 't is sinful and you and I and all must live to dye Bel. So godly one wou'd think your Time were come You have forgot sure Marina is to marry your Father Sir Amorous and Lady Young Love appear absconding Wil. She never will Belira therefore if you have Loved shew it in this only proof I ever ask't and let me marry her Bel. How dare you think the question much less to ask it I only live for you in hopes of you and when those hopes are gone I 've done with life the heavy load will not be worth the bearing the very thought has loosn'd it and I want pow'r to answer Wil. No Tears Belira we will be always Friends your Honour shall be safe and you my chiefest care Bel. What can pay Love but Love Marinas Arms will make you cold to mine nor can I stoop to share your hurt O yet consider e're it be too late think on the Wreck the ruin of your Fortune the flowing Tides of Poverty that ruins all it covers and lastly think on an unhappy Wretch whose only fault is desperate Love of you Wil. I 've thought on all and nicely weighed the Sense the consequence is this I Love Marina and rather than not marry her wou'd be undone therefore if you can save me 't will be Noble and like the Love you promised Bel. What Generosity canst thou hope to find where only injuries are given what suffering tame deluded Monster dost thou think me My Wrongs have waked that Rage which Wonder had be-calm'd and I am now prepared to dash thy hopes and prove thee Traytor to thy Vows and me Wil. Be wise Belira We live not now in those Romantick constant days where their first Mistress was their last I lik'd you once and still esteem you but Vows that are made in Love are writ in sand It 's impossible to recal a Lovers Heart when once 't is made a Present to another shou'd it return 't wou'd sooner Love a third Bel. Thou needst not seek for Arguments to kill my Hopes thus I blow them from me Farewel for ever both to thy Love and them thou hast Lov'd me little but thou knowst me less Vengeance is due to thy mistake I only live to wish and hope to see it take your Minion Love her as long as you are used to Love a Woman and then let want of Wealth and Liberty pursue you Be poorly Wretched and Wretched Poor and may you hate the cause as bad as I do Curse for her sake the very name of Woman yet think on me and sigh for such a Friend But may no Friend be found till scorned at home thou seekest abroad some Wretched Death unknown Going to Lady Young Love Sir Amorous meets her L. Y. L. What have I heard and seen Belira Is it possible it shou'd be you Bel. Villain hast thou betray'd me Madam I warn you from that Traytor Wilmore Exit Belira L. Y. L. Mr. Wilmore I am sorry I was so long your pretence Sir Amorous This discovery has done me mighty Service and I am sorry I cannot express my Gratitude to you Wil. I have too justly offended your Ladyship ever to hope Forgiveness I only beg your Anger may not fall upon Marina she 's an Innocent cause L. Y. L. The Age is quite Debauch'd Jesu who shall we trust after this Belira naught and with modest Mr. Wilmore I am in such amaze I can't recover my self Enter Wildman and Marina Wild. What 's the matter I met Belira in a mighty rage she ran to this Ladies Chamber with a drawn Sword 't was lucky I was in the way else she had murdered her Mar. I shan't recover the fright this month Mr. Wildman has saved my life Wil. He shall always command mine for it but what 's become of her Mar. When she saw her self Defeated she sent for a Chair and went away in it I have not yet troubled my self to know where L. Y. L. No 't is no matter since my House is rid of her I shall take care who I entertain a good opinion of again Wild. Prithee Wilmore no Chagrin This was my Plot I durst not trust thee with it and therefore advised thee to meet her in the Garden I knew thy soft Nature wou'd not suffer thee to Expose an ill Woman tho' to make thy self happy in a good Wil. If you had 't wou'd never have come to this my Pity is due to an unhappy Woman who had never bin such if She had not known me Wild. You 'l make Marina Jealous Wil. I hope not she wou'd not have me Barbarous Enter Sir Rustick Good-heart Sir Rus Where are ye all Before George the Canonical hour will be past yonder 's the other Young Gentlewoman gone away Distracted Wild. Sir Rustick here 's a new Scene of Affairs Marina Swears She has more mind to be your Daughter than your Wife and that 't is better to Drink Caudle by a young Fellow than be oblig'd to make it for an Old Sir Rus Be-gad I don't believe a word of this You are not of his mind Sweet-heart Mr. Priest-Craft is ready to spoil your sport Sir and begin ours L. Y. L. Indeed Sir Amorous you have convinc'd me of the reality of your Passion and were it not for the talk of the Town you shou'd find me not so insensible as you imagine Sir Am. Let me be nothing Madam if this unexpected Marriage will not put them all out of Countenance and baulk their Spleen they are prepared by Mr. Wilmore's concern for your Daughter to laugh at your Ladyship No Wedding Let me expire if it wou'd