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A59356	The world in the moon an opera as it is perform'd at the Theatre in Dorset-Garden by His Majesty's servants / by E.S.	Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.; Clarke, Jeremiah, 1669?-1707.; Purcell, Daniel, 1660?-1717.	1697 (1697)	Wing S2729; ESTC R11490	37,403	53

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 Londo● 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