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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A49877	The rambling justice, or, The jealous husbands with the humours of Sir John Twiford : as it is acted at the Theatre Royal / by John Leanerd.	Leanerd, John, fl. 1679.; Leanerd, John, fl. 1679. Rambling justice.; Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627. More dissemblers besides women.	1678 (1678)	Wing L797; ESTC R25134	47,897	76

THE Rambling Justice OR THE JEALOUS HUSBANDS With the Humours of Sir John Twiford As it is acted at the THEATRE ROYAL By IOHN LEANERD Licensed March 13. 1678. Roger L'Estrange LONDON Printed by E. F. for Thomas Orrell and Iames Vade at the Hand and Scepter and Cock and Sugar-Loafe near St. Dunstan's Church in Fleetstreet 1678. PROLOGUE spoken by Flora. WILL nothing take in these Ill-natur'd times Neither low Farce nor great Heroick Rhimes 'T is strange you should such Sectaries be grown Thus to allow no Doctrine but your Own And in the Pit as they in Pulpits rage Preach up Rebellion to undoe the Stage Like angry Fate you Damn without Controul Ruine your Own but not the Poets Soul If Wit should be the Substance of a Spark Why is your Talk so Dull your Sence so Dark Things much admir'd by Fops both great and small Are to be Drunk keep Miss and visit Ball But the great Essence Wit few have at all Wit does in Plays to some Gay Fops appear Like a New Mistress in their full Carear All Ayre and Charming till the Minute's past And then you kick her out with all your hast Tax'd with the Crime Damme she 's False you cry Another Lord keeps her as well as I. This makes the Trade of Miss and Poet Dull They care not how Debauch'd to please a Fool. But what 's all this to me I 've yet been true But 't was for want of Wit like some of you 'Sdeath who would be so singularly kind Toblige but One Faith they ' re not of my mind 'T is Wit in Women to accept of All The Knight the Squire but Gold in Generall The more they swarm the greater store comes in And 't will be pleasure then to pay for Sin But to be left in this unruly sort By you the Great Pretenders of the Court Would make a Saint a Mistress ne're so true Forget her Vows and prove as False as you Turning her House since you are grown so Fickle As we must ours into a Conventicle There 's no Redemption thank our daily Iars The Men are all resolv'd go to Wars The Women thus grown out of Favour too Must in Remotes begin and trade a new Then if you chance to have the least Desire And come though overchang'd with Love and Fire Perhaps wee 'l take your Guinnies and Retire Cheat you as n●w with a Dull Lenten Play And being Stock'd and Brisk sneak quite away Laugh at these Huffing Criticks of the Pit Who come in Droves to seize this Monster Wit The Actors Names Mr. Powell Sir Arthur Twilight A Lascivious old Knight Mr. Wilshire Sir Generall Amorous A Gentleman of a free Nature a Generall Lover Mr. Disney Contentious Surly Of a morose Jealous Humour Mr. Perrin Sir Geoffry Iolt A Country Justice fond of all Women Mr. Powre Iohn Twiford A Gentleman of no Fortune sometimes Lunatick Mr. Q. Spywell Sir Generalls Man Mr. Coysh Bramble An Old man Sir Arthurs Man Captain of the Gipsies and other Gipsies Men and Women A Drawer and two Sedan-men Women Mrs. Farlee Eudoria Wife to Sir Arthur Mrs. Merchant Petulant Easy Wife to Surly Mrs. Bates Emelta Daughters to Sir Arthur by a former Wife Mrs. Cook Flora SCENE LONDON Time Twenty four hours THE RAMBLING JUSTICE OR THE Jealous Husbands ACT the First SCENE London Enter as in discourse Arthur and Spywell Arth. URGE me no more I like it not Spyw. Take Reason with you Sir and let that guide your Passion Sir Amorous is too much a Gentleman to injure you i' th' least he is all Ayre all Freeness all Conversation Arth. Yes and all Love too that I have heard and fear I like his all Ayre all Freeness and all Conversation very well but I hate his all Love Sir I must beg your Masters pardon my house has no room for such all Loving Gentlemen Spyw. Then he is all Generosity all Honour and parts with his Money Plate and Jewells Arth. Ha! what said you there is he all Money too Spyw. Made up with Gold and Silver and values it as lightly Arth. Ha! does he so let him come in I love a Gentleman that is all Money with my Heart I do indeed Exit Spyw. I smell I smell a Design but let him work on I have two pair of Eyes and can as soon discover the Intrigues of love as the Youngest Hector of 'em all he hath Money and he hath Writings for Land two Excellent properties to come under an Aldermans Roof Bramble Enter Bramble Bramb Sir Arth. Bid your Mistriss 'las what did I say bid your Lady keep her Chamber let her not come so much as to the Window upon her Perill and yours for if I spy her though Ten score Yards distance from my new Lodger I 'le put you into the Bryers look to 't d' ye hear Ex. Bramble Enter Sir Generall and Spywell Sir Generall Amorous your Servant Methinks I hunger and thirst to doe you service you were to blame indeed you were not to make use of my poor House before Gen. I am happy in having so great a Blessing laid upon me to be under the Roof of such a worthy Friend Arth. You are pleas'd to Complement I know you are I could have done it once too but that time is past my dancing Dayes are done Gen. Yet you are Fresh and Gay Sir as the Morning and have the same Desires you had in Youth but where 's your Wife Methinks I long to see my Charming Landlady Arth. Pox on him does he begin so soon he has scarce breath'd since he came in and ask for her already Aside Alas Sir my Wife is gone to take the Ayre She and my Girles just now took Coach together Spyw. As we were coming in I saw her in her Balcone Arth. A Rogue Bramble ' Sounds in a Balcone Aside You are mistaken Sir indeed you are she went to Epsom yesterday Gen. Ha ha ha nay now I find you jeast come come Sir you are a merry man and I know Love to be jocost what say you shall I see Eudoria Arth. Not in her time of sickness she never permits any man to visit her then Sir she has such strange fits a kind of idle Frenzy Gen. I long to see her then for nothing in the world can more delight me than to see Beauty in as fit of madness oh how they Charm but is she often troubled Arth. Once a Month and then she looks so strangely Gen. 'Las poor Soul I fain would trespass Sir upon your Goodness but the arguments you give me are so many I dare not plead against ' em Laughing within Enter Bramble running Bramb Sir Sir Arth. The News with you Bramb My Lady Eudoria and your Daughter Emilia are in such a fit of Laughter that unless you come in to her assistance and turn the source of their prodigious Mirth I fear 't will overcome ' em Arth. My Wife Laughing out you lying Varlet Strikes him Bramb As