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A67201
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Love in a wood, or, St. James's Park a comedy / written by Mr. Wycherley.
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Wycherley, William, 1640-1716.
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1672
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Wing W3747; ESTC R7945
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Flip. A well-bred Gentleman I warrant will you go then cruel Mr. Dapperwit Ex. Ranger and Dapperwit Lyd. Have I not dissembled well Leonor Apart Leo. But Madam to what purpose why do you not put him to his tryal and see what he can say for himself Lyd. I am afraid lest my proofs and his guilt shou'd make him desperate and so contemn that pardon which he cou'd not hope for Leo. 'T is unjust to condemn him before you hear him Lyd. I will reprieve him till I have more evidence Leo. How will you get it Lyd. I will write him a Letter in Christina's name desiring to meet him when I shall soon discover if his love to her be of a longer standing then since last night and if it be not I will not longer trust him with the vanity to think she gave him the occasion to follow her home from the Park so will at once disabuse him and my self Leo. What care the jealous take in making sure of ills which they but in imagination cannot undergo Lyd. Misfortunes are least dreadful when most near 'T is less to undergo the ill then fear Exeunt ACT. IV. SCENE I. Gripe's House Enter Mrs. Joyner and Gripe in a Blew Gown and Night Cap. Joyn. WHat not well your Worship this it is you will be laying out your self beyond your strength you have taken a Surfeit of the little Gentlewoman I find indeed you shou'd not have been so immoderate in your embraces your Worship is something in years intruly Gripe Graceless Perfidious Woman what mak'st thou here art thou not afraid to be us'd like an Informer since thou hast made me pay thee for betraying me Joyn. Betray your Worship what do you mean I an Informer I scorn your words Gripe Woman I say again thou art as Treacherous as an Informer and more unreasonable for he lets us have something for our money before he disturbs us Joyn. Your money I 'me sure was laid out faithfully and I went away because I wou'd not disturb you Gripe I had not grudg'd you the money I gave you but the five hundred pound the five hundred pound inconscionable false woman the five hundred pound you cheated trappand rob'd me of the five hundred pound Joyn. I cheat you I rob you well remember what you say you shall answer it before Mr. Double-Cap and the best of Gripe Oh impudent woman speak softly Joyn. I will not speak softly for innocence is loud as well as bare-fac'd is this your return after you have made me a meer drudge to your filthy lusts Gripe Speak softly my Sister Daughter and Servants will hear Joyn. I wou'd have witnesses to take notice that you blast my good name which was as white as a Tulip and as sweet as the head of your Cane before you wrought me to the carrying on the work of your fleshly carnal seekings Gripe Softly softly they are coming in Enter Flippant and Martha Flip. What 's the matter Brother Gripe Nothing nothing Sister only the Godly woman is fallen into a fit of Zeal against the enormous transgressions of the Age go go you do not love to hear vanity reprov'd pray be gone Joyn. Pray stay Madam that you may know Gripe Hold hold here are five Guinies for thee pray say nothing Aside To Joyner Sister pray be gone I say wou'd you prejudice your own reputation to injure mine Ex. Flippant and Martha Joyn. Wou'd you prejudice your own Soul to wrong my repute intruly She seems to weep Gripe Pray have me in excuse indeed I thought you had a share of the five hundred pound because you took away my Seal Ring which they made me send together with a Note to my Cash-keeper for five hundred pound besides I thought none but you knew it was my wonted token to send for money by Joyn. 'T was unlucky I shou'd forget it and leave it on the Table but oh the Harlotry did she make that use of it then 't was no wonder you did not stay till I came back Gripe I stay'd till the money released me Joyn. Have they the money then five hundred pound Gripe Too certain Joyn. They told me not a word of it and have you no way to retrive it Gripe Not any Joyn. I am glad of it Aside is there no Law but against Saints Gripe I will not for five hundred pound publish my transgression my self lest I shou'd be thought to glory in 't though I must confess 't would tempt a man to conform to publick praying and sinning since 't is so chargeable to pray and sin in private Joyn. But are you resolv'd to give off a loser Gripe How shall I help it Joyn. Nay I 'le see you shall have what the young jade has for your money I 'le make 'um use some conscience however take a mans money for nothing Gripe Thou say'st honestly indeed and shall I have my penniworths out of the little Gentlewoman for all this Joyn. I 'le be engag'd body for body for her and you shall take the forfeiture on me else Gripe No no I 'le rather take your word Mrs. Joyner Joyn. Go in and dress your self Smug and leave the rest to me Gripe No man breathing would give off a loser as she says Exeunt Enter Sir Simon Addleplot sitting at a Desk writing as a Clerk my Lady Flippant jogging him Sir Sim. 'T is a Lords Mortgage and therefore requires the more hast pray do not jog me Madam Flip. Dull Rascal Aside Sir Sim. They cannot stay for money as other Folks if you will not let me make an end on 't I shall loose my expedition fee. Flip. There are some Clerks wou'd have understood me before this Aside Sir Sim. Nay pray be quiet Madam if you squeeze me so to the wall I cannot write Flip. 'T is much for the honour of the Gentlemen of this Age that we Persons of Quality are forc'd to descend to the importuning of a Clerk a Butler Coachman or Footman while the Rogues are as dull of apprehension too as an unfledg'd Country Squire amongst his Mothers Maids Aside Jogs him again Sir Sim. Again Let me tell you Madam familiarity breeds contempt you 'l never leave till you have made me sawcy Flip. I wou'd I cou'd see that Sir Sim. I vow and swear then get you gone or I 'le add a black patch or two to those on your face I shall have no time to get Mrs. Martha out for her Aside Flip. Will you Sir will you Jogs him again Sir Sim. I must have a plot for her she is a coy woman Aside I vow and swear if you pass this Creviss I 'le kiss you in plain English Flip. I wou'd I cou'd see that do you defie me Steps to him He kisses her Sir Sim. How 's this I vow and swear she kisses as tamely as Mrs. Ticklish and with her mouth open too Aside Flip. I thought you wou'd have been asham'd to have done so to your Masters own Sister Sir