Wildblood Stanmore and Hayns Enter Mrs. Susan Sus Ha! my Cousin Tommy What do I see Ay ay 't is he Tom. What a swinging great Fellow shall I be Enter Widow and a Country-man Sus Oh Aunt Aunt the rarest sight Yonder 's my Cousin Tommy as fine as a little Prince so gay so rich so pretty I vow and swear it does me almost as much good as a young Husband to see him look so sweetly Wid. Bless me my Son Countrym. Son Neighbour I gad chi may be the Sun in the Firmament by the shining on 't Wid. My Boy 't is impossible Sus Nothing impossible in this Town of Londoâ— Why I was a Princess my self no longer ago than last Valentine's Day in my Lord Prettyman's Chamber Wid. Son Son Tommy Tom. A Great Gull a Grum Cartar a Lord Monkey Wid. What says the Boy Tom. My Queen my Princess come to my Arms my Arms my little Gypsey Sus Oh Aunt Aunt I have found it out May I never be Kiss'd between sleeping and waking if I don't believe some great Lady is faln in Love with him Wid. Lady Sus And Blessing of her Heart has drest him thus Fine to make a Man of him Wid. Make a Man of my Infant Mercy upon us what says the Wench Ay ay 't is so Undone undone my Boy my poor Boy Sus Why what 's the matter Aunt Wid. Oh Cousin Cousin some wicked lewd Jezabel has debauch'd my Lamb my Infant my Dilling debauch'd him whor'd him ravish'd him Ay ay they have found him out but Whores Jades Witches I shall spoil your sport Why Sirrah Dog Puppey Tom. I will so tumble her and rumble her and rowze her and touze her Wid. Will you so Rascal Snatches off his Wig. Tom. O lo Wid. Why Varlet Villain Scoundrel who the Devil 's your Taylor who made you this Bully But I 'll thunder you out of your Whore's Livery Sus Oh fye Aunt do not disparage the Ladies Favours Wid. Favours Ay I 'l favour him with a Vengeanee But come Neighbour lend me your Hand Come strip Vermin strip uncase Rascal uncase The Widow and Country-man pull off his Cloaths Tom. Help murder Thieves Thieves Help help Wid. Ay roar Bull roar Did I pay my Landlord Forty good Pounds for you this Morning ye ungrateful Varlet to set up for a Bully a Royster a Rogue a Tory But here 's some of my Mony again I 'll carry these to the Brokers and let your Whores buy you more Tom. Rob'd kill'd murder'd Thieves Thieves stop Thieves Enter Wildblood and Stanmore Fr. W. What 's the Matter here Wid. My Landlord Tom. Oh Sir she has rob'd me Call a Judge and carry her before a Constable I 'll have her hang'd Fr. W. How hang your Mother Tom. Ay hang her Sir she 's a Thief and a Witch and a Crocadile she has rob'd me and strip'd me and bound me and gag'd me and thrown me into a Ditch I 'll swear it all point blank against her and if there be ever a Gallows in Forty Miles round I 'll hang her my self Wid. Ay Sir do you hear the Rebel Oh Landlord never had poor Woman such a graceless Brat Look ye Sir is this Pound of Whore's Hair and this Load of Foppery a Garb for honest Barnaby Dawkins's Son Nay have I bred him up to his Catechize and Psalter carried him to Church with me twice a Day and now to have him debauch'd defiled Nay and a young Rogue too not full One and twenty Ah Sir had he had the Grace to follow my steps he would never have stray'd thus wickedly I am sure his poor Mother was never debauch'd till many a fair Day after his Age. To my sorrow I saw almost full Thirty before I could say Black 's Black But a young Rogue to run after Jades Sluts Trulls Tom. Sluts and Trulls what my Princess Do you hear that Sir Bear witness Gentlemen I 'll swear High Treason against her N St. Come no more Noise all shall be mended Fr. W. And. Widow I 'll answer for your Boy and his Honesty And so pray give him his Cloaths again They are only a small Token of my Favour Wid. Ay with all my Heart and Heav'ns bless your Worship Here Tommy Gives him his Cloaths Tom. Uh! Thief Puts them on Wid. And is my Boy honest And did your Worship give him all these fine Cloaths Bless your sweet Eyes for t Nay my Boy well drest and trimm'd and spruc'd has the Countenance of a Gentleman I assure you Sir though I say it he has very good Blood in his Veins For I 'll tell you Sir your Worship 's good Father Heaven rest his Soul lay at my House that very Day four Months before I quicken'd of my Tommy I remember 't to an hour Ah Squire he was a good Man and such a very kind Landlord N. St. Death Frank she 'll claim Kindred with thee and make her Booby thy Brother anon Fr. W. Gad I think so too Well Widow if you dare trust me with your Boy I 'll answer for his good Behaviour Wid. Trust the noble Squire Ay with my Virginity How sweetly my Blossom my Bud looks It beeomes him so prettily that I vow I must kiss my Kid I can't forbear Kisses Tom. Tom. Kiss Judas Fr. W. Nay Squire if you should carry him to a young Girl of your Worship's Acquaintance in a civil way no Disparagement my Bird my Cockarel he 's a true Game-breed Sir will shame neither Father nor Mother and I 'll turn him loose in any Ground in Christendom And so Squire your Servant Tommy Day day day day Exit Widow and Susan Tom. Ay march troop shew your Shapes Enter Hayns Oh are you come well where 's my Princess Hayns Your Princess Tom. My dear hony Queen Hayns Why she 's gone Sir Tom. Gone gone Hayns March'd gone gallop'd away as fast as a Coach and six Horses could drive her Tom. Nay I hope you do but tell me so Hayns Why what should she do here Here was a roaring Billingsgate bawling Sow Tom. My Mother Hayns So frighten'd her out of her Princely Wits that she 's gone clear gone Tom. Here 's fine Work Do you see now do you see what you have done You wou'd not have her hang'd no not you Oh unfortunate unfortunate Here should I have been a Great Gull and a Lord Monky and now shall I be nothing but little sneaking Tom. Dawkins Fr. W. Nay this is a little too hard Tom. Hard why 't is Fire and Gun powder the Devil and Dr. Foster Mothers a plague of all sucking Bottles if these be your Mothers But you would not have her hang'd Udsooks had she been hang'd seven Years before I was born it had been the happiest Day I had ever seen in my Life Hayns Come Spark not quite to break your Heart your Princess will be here again to morrow Tom. Ha dear hony Boy to morrow Hayns You 'll be here next Rehearsal and bring your Fool again
Deputy in his Night-Gown above Mr. Dep. Ha! my Window broke open Jac. Ay and your House broke open your Great Trunk broke open Mr. Dep. My Great Trunk Jac. And your Cabinet of Diamonds Mr. Dep. My Diamonds Exit from above S. D. Why Madam what do you mean What are you going to do I hope you have more Conscience than to serve me thus Jac. Just as you deserve Mr. Thief Here slip this Casket of Diamonds into your Pocket Giving a Casket to Palmerin Enter Mr. Deputy Below Mr. Dep. Rob'd ruin'd undone A Casket of Jewels bought of my Lord Squanderland for 6000 Pound and worth 10000. Lost undone ruin'd Jac. Ay Sir see there the Barbarous Thief Mr. Dep. Sir Dottrell See there S. D. Ay Sir 't is I. Mr. Dep. You Sir Dottrell S. D. Yes I Sir what a Pox is 't such a wonderment to see an Old Rat in a young Mouse-trap Mr. Dep. I can't believe my Eyes S. D. No nor your Ears neither if that young Witch has the handling of 'em Pal. Oh Sir Sir yonder 's my Lord Chief Justice come from Council at Whitehall just turn'd the Corner o' th' Street in his Coach what if I call him to hear the whole Business S. D. My Lord Chief Justice Jac. Ay Sir let him be call'd let me have Justice against that Barbarous Riffler of your House Now you may see how you 've betray'd and ruin'd me Made me dispose my heart to that base Man That came not hither for the Love of me 'T was not the Charms of all my Youth and Beauty My blooming Virtue and my Virgin Innocence S. D. Oh Woman woman woman Jac. No 't was the sparkling Luster of your Jewels that dazled in his Eyes S. D. Was ever such a Traytress Oh Sir believe her not one word 't is all Design Plot Treason upon my Honour and my Life Sir and she has no mercy than a Weaver at an East-India-House That wheedling dissembling young Imp there told me she had made a Vow to Marry no Man but he that should steal her and I like an old blind dunce Jac. Steal me Bless my Ears what says the Man Steal me Oh Sir Dottrell Sir Dottrell this is like the rest of all your Barbarous Usage Mr. Dep. Ay Child steal thee S. D. Ay Sir steal her I tell you Sir once more that Monster Mr. Dep. Ay you may tell me what you please You that can do such wicked things can have the confidence to say any thing Enter Palmerin as Lord Chief Justice his Train born up by his Clark My Noble Lord I beg your Lordships pardon for giving you this trouble at this unseasonable time of Night Pal. Justice is never troublesome nor unseasonable we are bound to right the injured Mr. Dep. Injur'd Ay my Lord I have had A Chair set forth and Palm sits my House broke open I have been rob'd my Lord rob'd of a Casket of Jewels price 6000 l. Pal. Six thousand Pound Mr. Dep. See there the Ladder and see here the Thief Pal. Sir Dottrell S. Dot. I shall run mad that 's certain Pal. The Worshipful Sir Dottrell I am all amazement S. Dot. Amaz'd my Lord Ay and amaz'd and amaz'd again when you have heard the whole Roguery Your Lordship is a Good Man and an Honourable man and will do me Justice I desire you to hear me my Lord I 'll tell you the whole truth from the Top to the Bottom I 'll confess all my Lord. Pal. Confess you can't do better Sir Dottrell Sir Dot. Then in the first place I am a wheizing grunting empty-headed old Sot of Fourscore Pal. Very good Sir Dot. In the next place having no more Grace than Brains and no more Fear before my Eyes than to Pal. Break open a House Sir Dot. Break open a House No my Lord break a fools head of my own to run my reverend But-end a tilt at a Gay Petticoat and play the old Game of hard heads call'd Matrimony Pal. Very well Go on Sir Sir Dot. An old doating fool to have no more sense at these years than to pretend to make Womans Meat when I am more fit for Worms-meat my Lord. To be hankering after Young Flesh when I am going the way of all flesh and thus by the wicked instigation of the World the Devil and dry Bones my Lord with one Leg in my Grave I had no more Conscience than think of slipping the other to Bed to a Girl of Nineteen and to lay my old Frost and Night-cap by her young Fruze and Top-knot Palm And so falling in Love with a young Lady and having a particular occasion for a Necklace of Pearl Locket of Diamonds and some other Toys to the Value of Six Thousand Pounds for a Present to your Young Mistress you made bold with Mr. Deputy Sir Dott. I know nothing of Mr. Deputy's Lockets and Diamonds I had no Design but upon that precious Jewel his Daughter there that young Fury with her Snakes in Powder and Curl that Cloven-foot in Lac'd Shooes my Lord. Palm Ha! What 's all this Sir Dott. A wicked and notorious Jezabel that has conspir'd the Ruine Fall and Destruction of the Right Worshipful Sir Dottrel Palm Yet hold Sir Sir Dott. I cannot hold I must confess my Sins and repent my Lord and tell your Lordship I have been galloping Headlong in the fair Road to the Devil my Lord. For an Old Coxcomb of Eighty Eight that has no more Wit than to Marry a Young Girl of Eighteen heaps more Coals upon his Head than another City Conflagration and ought to be Marry'd on no Day but the Second of September my Lord. For when the Firebrands of Whoredom and Cuckoldom are once lighted they are unquencheable and a Young Gipsie that takes Fire in her Pudding-Lane is never to be stopt till she burns down to Bridewell my Lord. Palm How now Ill-manner'd Sir Do you know where you are This Insolence before the Bar of Justice Ha! Sir Dott. I beg your Lordship's Pardon Palm Better Language and more Civility Sir Dott. I have done Sir I know no Harm of the poor Girl She is a Good Girl and an Honest Girl and a Religious Girl Why I have heard her at her Prayers my Lord. Palm No more trifling Sir If you have any thing to say speak home to the purpose Has this young Lady done you any Wrong any Injustice Sir Sir Dott. Wrong O Lord no! She has done me a great deal of Right my Lord. Alas Sir I have been an impertinent Old Fool and have so tired and teized her and haunted her till the poor Thing in her own Defence when I would take no Warning and receive no denial has only drawn me into a Plot Sir to see my Back-side Sir to get a fair Riddance of me by sending me up High Holborn and please your Lordship I vow and swear that 's all Palm And did she draw you into this Plot Sir Dott. She Sir Ay ay Why I
Hayns Hayns My worthy Patroons Fr. W. Well how goes the World honest Fortune-teller Hayns Dully heavily Gentlemen 'T is a base World a poor undone World In short betwixt Plots Wars and Beggary it has been cramp'd plagu'd and pox'd and is now going into a high Course of Phisick a General Peace to Flux grow sober and live honest N. St. Nay now thou talkst like a Cosmographer Hayns Look ye Sir I treat the World as the World treats me no Love lost between us Fr. W. Well Joe we 'll let the great Stage the World alone to rub on and talk of the little Stage the Play-house here Prithee when does the Rehearsal begin Hayns Oh presently Gentlemen presently N. St. But what 's the Reason we do not see thee in thy Pontifical Robes Hast thou no Part in this Opera Hayns I a Part in an Opera What an Endymion a Cupid a King Oberon Tom. stares him in the Face Who have we here Does he belong to you Fr. W. A small Tenant of mine Prithee Joe give him a Cast of thy Rhetorick a little piece of Banter Hayns Say you so Illustro grando Seignioro most noble Squire I am your most humble Servant Tom. Squire what does the Man mean Zooks do I look like a Squire why I am Tom. Dawkins the Farmer 's Son of Buckingham The noble Squire ye Fool is his Worship my Landlord Hayns Cry you Mercy sweet Sir Fr. W. Hark ye Joe Prithee manage this Country-blockhead a little Canst not thou mount him into a Machine or drop him into a Trap N. St. Ay Joe thou hast had a rare Hand at that sort of Management Some of thy Legerdemain would do rarely A little Farce to your Opera will make the Rehearsal better than the Play Hains Enough Gentlemen I have my Instructions But h'st the Musick 's just beginning Exit Wildblood and Stanmore sit on the Stage whilst the Entertainment is perform'd Tom. standing behind ' em During a Symphony of Musick a Palace of Cynthia near Twenty Foot â—â—â—h appears within the Clouds supported upon Twelve Pillars of Laâ—is Lazari fluted with golden Darts shafted and plumed with Silver the Capitals Bases and all the Enrichment of the Roof and the Etableture of Silver Enter the Court of Cynthia The Entertainment Composed by Mr. Daniel Purcel CCome all you Nymphs of Cynthia's Train That tread the Azure Plain That melt your Hours And tune your Loves In rosy Bow'rs Immortal Groves Come all come all come all and join In some new Ayrs divine Nymphs We come we come we need no more Then see that ever-soveraign Pow'r Our bended Knees adore Chor. We come c. To Cynthia then our Homage pay And dedicate th' eternal Day Her Praises move the heavenly Round Her Songs with Jo Paeans crown'd Vp to her Brother's Throne shall sound Chor. Her Praises c. A Dance of Eight Figures A Dialogue between Mr. Leveredge and Mrs. Cross Mr. Leveredge IN all our Cynthia's shining Sphere Methinks the fairest Face is here Say lovely Thing say what art thou Mrs. Cross I came Sir from the World below I once was mortal Flesh and Blood And scarce my Beauties Bloom display'd I dropt a tender Virgin-bud I play'd the Fool and dy'd a Maid For which the Gods have sent me here To shine a Star in Cynthia's Sphere Leveredge So fair a Face In a World so base Yet die a Maid Cross A very very Maid Leveredge Have a care what you say Cross A pure pure Maid A pure pure Maid Leveredge Are you sure you don't lie Cross A pure pure Maid and I 'll tell you why The Truth that I tell will plainly be seen For I dy'd so very young not full Thirteen Do you think I wou'd deceive ye Leveredge No no I believe ye That Wonder in an Age may once be seen There may be a Maid not full Thirteen But were you to live your Life o're again Oh what wou'd you do what wou'd you do then I am very much afraid You wou'd still die a Maid Keep your sweet Virgin-Innocence all unshaken I fear you 'd die a Maid Cross I fear you 're mistaken Leveredge How not die a Maid Cross No no not I Not die a Maid and I 'll tell you why These Eyes I am sure were for Love design'd And these Charms they were lent we to bless Mankind Then shall I die a Maid Leveredge Oh no no no. I hope you have more more Wit than so Cross I am sure I have more more Wit than so Exeunt Cynthia's Court c. Fr. W. Well Tenant how dost thou like all this Tom. Rarely Sir rarely Well I have heard of your Crownations but never saw one before N. St. And now you have seen a Crownation what do you think on 't Tom. Think Oh Lord Sir I never Thought in my Life but I pay 't off with Considering And let me tell you as one wise Man may say to another Gadsooks Squire that Harlotry Countess that little singing Queen there were she but two Heads higher three Quarters more in the Waist and but half so plump as my Mother to fill an Elbow-Chair and crack a Down bed udsbud she 'd make a Wife for a High Constable Enter Hayns and a Man carrying a Wig Hat Suit of fine Cloths c. Hayns Oh Gentlemen what have you done Fr. W. Why what 's the Matter Hayns Destroy'd and ruin'd us N. St. Heav'n forbid Sir Hayns Brought this young Stranger here this lovely Stranger that Face those Eyes to steal our Princess Heart Tom. Who me Hayns Oh Gentlemen our Queen our poor dear Queen she sighs she dies and all for this sweet Face Tom. For Tom. Dawkins Hayns Ay Sir who are you say what Lord what Hero what Prince disguised Tom. I a Prince my Mother keeps a Garden Sir and sells Carrets Hayns How Sir no Prince Tom. Prince Sir why I am a Cow-keeper Hains Well if you are no Prince I must make you one Tom. O lo VVhips a Hat and Feather upon his Head Hayns But quick uncase dismantle and come Dress Rig Robe Sparkle Shine Sir Tom. All this for me Hayns Ask no Questions before Supper Dresses him in a lac'd Coat c. Now noble Sir lead on appear in Glory Look like your self and drive the World before ye Bear up your Head strut swagger cock look high For such a Queen Tom. Oh Landlord who am I Exeunt ACT III. SCENE Mr. Deputy's House Enter Sir Dottrel and Palmerin now call'd Shackarel Sir Dottrel 's Man Palmerin advances half way cross the Stage with a Candle before his Master Sir Dot. CErtainly this young Witch must have some Charm upon me for now can I no more forbear running to this fair Destructâ—on than a Squirrel into the Mouth of a Rattle-snake for I must see her again 'T is true 't is a little of the latest to make Visits at this time of Night and yet who knows but 't is the best Hour of teaching coy Girls to
broke open her Father's House by her own Special Command Palm Very pretty And so in Obedience to a fair Lady Sir Dott. Ay Sir Palm To rid her of a troublesom old Blockhead Sir Dott. Right Sir Palm You committed Burglary Sir Dott. Very true Sir Pal. In pure Complaisance to be hang'd out of the way Sir Dott. Why truly Sir if that False Peacher can Swear me or Lie me into a Halter I shall be hang'd and hang'd and double hang'd my Lord. Palm Oh I have heard too much a plain Confession Dead gone lost Sir Dott. Dead Sir Palm The World can't save ye Sir Dott. How Not save me Palm Impossible Oh Sir Dottrel Sir Dottrel A Man of your Estate a Person of your Worth for you to run yourself into this hideous Sin Oh 't is unpardonable A Common Thief Poor Rogues that break a House for want for Bread for Hunger those pitied Wretches might find some Beams of Grace But you Sir Dottrel Oh there 's no Hopes no Mercy Sir Dott. What do you mean Sir I hope you don't intend to hang me Palm Had you a Thousand Lives all all lost Sir Dott. Oh my Dear Lord don't fright me Hang an Alderman Hang a Gold Chain I shall never be able to bear it Oh my dear Lord upon my Knees I do beseech you Palm Kneel Sir to Heaven not me make your Peace there Sir Dottrel Sir Dott. Oh don't talk of Heaven I tremble at the Name on 't And Madam dear Madam save me save me Dear Honey sweet Devil speak Truth but this once in thy whole Life and tell my Lord the whole Story Dear Rogue don't let me be hang'd Besides I shall make but a sneaking Dog in a String and thou'lt get no Credit by Hanging me Jac. Nay why do you trouble me Sir Dott. I 'll never trouble thee again I 'll quit thee resign thee renounce thee for ever And therefore sweet little Tygress speak a good Word to my Lord Save but my Life and I 'll give thee half my Estate Jac. How Sir Sir Dote Half my Estate Jac. My Lord do you hear how the poor Man begs for Life If your Lordship can do any thing for him Jac. Do you desire it Madam Sir Dott. Ay she does desire it she must desire it Palm Nay Madam your Commands Sir Dott. O sweet Rogue Palm Well Sir Dottrel for this fair Lady's sake I 'll try what I can do for you But fie Sir Dottrel half your Estate That 's too much You shall have Mercy at a cheaper Price Sir Dott. Oh you 're a good Man Palm But first Sir Dottrel have not you an Estate of young Palmerin Worthy's bought of his Prodigal Brother Sir Dott. I have Sir Palm And I warrant you did not give half the Worth sor't Sir Dott. Not a Quarter Palm Then upon Condition that before all these Witnesses you 'll give it under your Hand and Seal to return that Estate to young Palmerin I 'll promise you your Life Sir Dott. With all my Heart Sir Palm Here 's my Clark then shall draw up the Agreement Sir Dott. Ay my Lord you shall have it under Hand Seal Bill Bond Judgment Statute any thing for a sweet Life my Lord. Jac. Well now Sir Dottrel I hope I am not that hard hearted Thing you see I am all Tenderness all melting Pity so very kind Sir Dott. Kind Ay Pox on thee thou' rt damnable kind Jac. How Sir Sir Dott. Heav'ns bless thee I would say Kind Chicken Ay very kind a dear sweet Rogue Palm Come Sir Dottrel your Hand Sir Dott. Ay both my Hands Signs and Seals Palm You deliver this as your Act and Deed to the Use of Palmerin Worthy Sir Dott. To the Use of Palmerin VVorthy Palm So now to perform my Part. In the first place Mr. Deputy to make Peaee with you Sir Dottrel heartily begs your Pardon and by my Hand restores your Jewels gives Mr. Deputy the Casket In the next place to remove all Fears and Jealousies of a Bench and Judges instead of that terrible thing call'd a Lord Chief Justiee I am that harmless poor Creature your Honest Man Shackarell All. Shackarell Palm No no Shackarell neither For instead of your Man Shakarell I am your Rival Palmarin no more yours but this Lady 's Humble Servant All. Palmerin Palm And now Mr. Deputy Mr. Dep. Palmarin VVorthy Pal. As kind Fortune has at last removed all Obstacles to my Honourable Pretensions to the Fair Jacintha as this kind Knight has given me one Estate I hope you 'll give me another your Beautiful Daughter Sir Mr. Dep. Ay with all my Heart and Soul Take her dear Boy take her and Heav'n bless thee with her Young Palmerin and a Thousand a Year Thou art such an ingenious young Rogue thou deservd'st a Girl with her Weight in Diamonds Sir Dott. Here 's fine Work Mr. Dep. Go take her to Church take her to thy Arms take her to Bed and get me Grandsons and Great Grandsons How shall I mend my dull City-Breed with such a Wit for my Son-in-law Sir Dott. And art not thou a Perjur'd Devil Jac. Perjur'd No not at all Sir Dott. No young Deceiver Where 's the Promise you made me Jac. I have perform'd ' em Yes Sir I promis'd ye before this Honest Gentleman Sir Dott. Honest with a Vengeance Jac. Sir Dottrel was the Man of the whole World Should make me the happiest and best Wife in Christendom And I have kept that Promise For Sir Dottrel Has given my Palmerin an Estate and that Estate has given me Palmerin And thus Upon my Knees I thank you You have made me That best that happiest Wife Sir Dott. I can bear no longer Going away Jac. Yet stay Sir Sir Dott. Stay Tormenter Jac. Ay Sir stay I have a Boon to ask you That you 'd forgive me Ay Sir forgive me Do. I beg it of you I own my Faults own I have us'd you hardly And yet I never wrong'd you Sir Dott. How Not wrong'd me Jac. No Sir not wrong'd you I have lov'd ye more In cheating you than marrying you Consider What 't was you ask'd and what I have deny'd Marriage alas Sir Dottrell had undone ye To take a Wife were that Rack Rent upon ye Your Age could never pay Let such Grey Hairs Go not to Church to Wedlock but to Prayers And kneel to Heaven not Woman at those years Sir Dott. In troth thou art in the right on 't I confess In thy soft Arms I should have slept so sweetly And Sleeping had been all nay and perhaps not that too I should have spit and cough'd and wheiz'd and grunted Made but a slovenly Husband for a young Wife And therefore Palmerin give me thy Hand And thine Jacintha Now if I could but out with it Palm Speak boldly Jac. Resign me nobly Palm Do a generous Deed. Jac. And think what Glorious Triumph you will make 'T is brave to give when it is poor to take