Vertue but I 'm afraid 't is to some more happy Lover Oliv. Why I have never enjoy'd you If Love were my Business might I not find it with you I never heard before that any thing besides Possession brought Satiety Wil. Did you never stay so long for your Dinner that your A petite was lost when you came to it methinks I see you reasoning with it then surveying me And crying ' twon't do it this the Treat I long'd for Oliv. Your comparison might hold indeed if you cou'd prove I had stay'd my Stomach before I came to Dinner But my Husband 's no such inviting Dish and I can assure you too provident to allow me much variety Enter Smyrna sick in his Night-Gown led by Pulse Pulse He 's a meer Quack and so you 'l say when you see him if you make use of him he 'l certainly be the Death of you Smyr Ay Doctor Pulse not unlikely Oliv. Oh Heavens defend me here 's my Husband Lord Mr. Smyrna you have affrighted me out of my Wits my very Heart beats in my Body Doctor Pulse said you were all in a Sweat and I 'm afraid you 'l catch your Death by rising in the Cold. Smyr 'T will be very well Mistress if I find your Heart agree with your Tongue But what Quack have you brought me here Nay face about Doctor I don't doubt your Experience nor Murdering by the Rules of Art Mercy on us Ay marry Sir this is like a Wife indeed What Mr. Wildman turned Physician Friend Pulse you need never have troubled your head about this business my Wife meant to keep this able Doctor to her self this Gentlemans design lay in supplanting me not you Wil. Impudence must carry me through aside Doctor your Patient is certainly Distracted a meer Frenzy has seized him Feel but his Pulse ay he 's fitter for his Bed than any place else I can't commend your Judgment in suffering him to rise in this desperate Condition let 's force him back to his Chamber Smyr If I am mad 't is horn mad you 'd carry me to my Chamber that you might Iye with my Wife in hers Pray Doctor Wildman be pleas'd to march I shall be able to wait upon you down and secure the Doors after you Be pleas'd to lead the way without further Ceremony I must own 't is uncivil but I make bold by your own example for I fear you have bin more so than welcome with a certain Acquaintance of yours Oliv. 'T is as I say Doctor retrieve your blunder or I am lost Pulse Never fear it Madam apart to Pulse Wild. Brother Doctor won't you assist me The Gentlemans unruly see how he struggles O Sir if you did but understand your own good you 'd to go Bed else you 're a lost Man Smyr Pulse Pulse Friend Pulse I say will you let me be murder'd by this Rogue this Villain Wildman I 'm almost strangl'd help help there I say I won't be carried from my Wife Wife Wife Where are you Pray Sir be satisfied and think me Cuckold enough for the first time Oliv. O dear Husband be perswaded and go to Bed you look strangely wild Phoe. Ay Master if you did but see your self what an altered Man your are bless me one wou'd not know you again Smyr Thanks to honest Whoring Mr. Wildman I always thought Horns wou'd bring a strange Alteration Pulse Good Lord what a Frenzy is this to mistake a Physician for a Lover To bed with him by all means and let him have some Cooling Tysans and refreshing Juleps to allay the heat of the Distemper perhaps a little sleep may restore him Your Hand Master Doctor Smyr Nay if you are in the same Song too I must be mad indeed When a man is to be made a Cuckold nothing can prevent it But pray let Master Doctor with the Whoring Countenance be dismist Phoe. He has never bin well since that Rogue of a Fortune-teller bewitch'd him Pulse Nay if that be his case it may be beyond our Art Brother best send for some godly Divine to Pray over him Oliv. That shall be my Care God restore him Doctor Pulse Phoebe lend your Hand he 'l struggle But we must prevail 't is for his good Smyr What 's the Devil in you all I am no more mad than any of you only a Cuckold and a little troubled at that Calamity no further Frantick I profess Pulse That 's enough of all Conscience In in with him Smyr Murder help Murder Murder They carry him off strugling Re-enter Wildman Wild. I have enough of the sport and had much rather see Olivia return Enter Phoebe Phoe. My Lady Sir desires you would please to be gone she 's resolved to stay by my Master for the better quieting of him But don't let this dishearten you your affairs shall go better than they have done or I 'll lose my Place and my Reputation too Wild. No I 'm at length convinc'd Olivias Virtue shou'd be rather Cherished than Seduced tho' I see whose ever Title we have to it we can be no more sure of Love than Money 't is not ours till we have it in Possession Exeunt omnes SCENE II. Lady Young Loves House SONG and MUSICK TO Love and all its Sweets adieu To glittering Hopes and glowing Fires To Eyes that Swore she wou'd be true And yield Philander his Desires Those Dear those faithless persur'd Eyes Those Fatal sweet deluding things The Shepherd now forgiving Dyes And dying mournfully he Sings Kinder Death than Cruel she Haste oh haste to set me free Enter Sir Amorous who throws down his Hat unbuttons his Coat crosses his Arms hangs down his Head and walks despairingly then enter Lady Young Love and Marina L. Y. L. They have given us but a Melancholy Song Daughter upon our Wedding day None here but Sir Amorous Lord Sir what can be the reason of this disorder Jesu forbid that so handsom a young Gentleman shou'd have as much despair in his Heart as Person Marina go and bid Isabel be sure to mind what I told her Mar. Yes Madam Well done Mother get as large a share of the Sex as you can I 'll not stay to dispute your Title Exit Marina L. Y. L. What don't you know me Sir Amorous Bless me what not answer me Sir Am. Too well Madam I know you as the cause of all my ills the glorious cause of my undoing L. Y. L. Lord my mind misgave me when I heard that mournful Song Sir Am. I must confess 't was dull unfit for Brides and cou'd but dead your thoughts L. Y. L. But Sir Amorous what is the real occasion of this Sadness Sir Am. Let me dye Madam if your Ladiship does not ridicule my sufferings Have you forgot what I told you last Night that and a thousand times more lyes heavy on my Heart to day and unless you resolve to see me dead you must not marry Mr. Wilmore He a Wretch insensible of all
this Letter to Mrs. Phebe for her Lady Ready thou dost not want Arguments to corrupt a Waiting Woman's Fidelity all the difficulty lies in Olivia's nicety but I should have reason to have an ill Opinion of my self if I don't prevail when I 've a Friend in her Bosom that speaks for me and only an old jealous Husband to oppose me Ready Mrs. Phebe says Madam Olivia has the same kindness for you as before she was Married but her Husband is so Jealous of her he won't suffer her out of his sight Day nor Night Wild Poor Olivia Thy Beauty nor Merit cou'd not make thee happy since Fortune was wanting in her favours Thy Father buried thee in a Rich Old Merchant's arms and 't is my part to try to revive thee in mine Exeunt severally Enter Marina and Belira Marina in a Travailing Dress Bel. Without repeating further Welcome to you My Dear Marina How have you spent your time in the Country Mar. 'T was rough cast and hung heavily upon every Spoke neither Park Play nor Basset-Table to call rugged Time along sometimes indeed when disburthen'd London wanted new Air and Complection for her Female inhabitants I had the Diversion of seeing how well they could relish Country Sparks after being cloyd with Town Beaux Bel. Nature is no Idler the Fruitful Dame loves Employment but pray what cou'd she find out in your part of the World for nice well-dress'd distinguishing Town-Ladies Mar. The thing with all the World is being pleas'd not who pleases my pretty young Lady Made her Lord leaving her in a Barren wild unfurnish'd World of Sparks cast her Eyes upon so near a Relation of his that she mistook the West Country for Flanders when undistinguishing Night had reduc'd the Sense of Seeing into that of Touching Bel. Doubtless some believe it a Satisfaction to prove the Difference between Town-Art and Country-Nature but how does Mrs. Conceit Mar. I sent a handsome Footman of mine to make her a Compliment and she interrupted him in the midst to tell him he had a Pretty Mouth which cou'd be better employ'd than in delivering his Ladies Message Bel. But what of that Ill natur'd False pretended piece of Virtue my Lord Rural's second Daughter Mar. Married long since found a Fool to uphold her ill Nature in railing at Mankind and cloak her Pleasure in using them Bel. She did my Brother the Honour of taking that foolish Toy a Maiden head from him he courted her for a Wife and she wantonly ask'd him if they cou'd not love without Marrying Mar. Since that she granted her favours in an open Calash whilst her Husband drove it Bel. 'T was the boldest bravest Lover I ever heard of Mar. The Glory is due to her for when he objected her Husband she said his back had been turned a thousand Minutes and 't was hard if Fortune wou'd not take care securely to allow her one of them Bel. Yet none pretends more to Virtue nor will sooner swear her Neighbours wants in Uncharitableness to others and count it as a certain 〈◊〉 of Defect in our selves 〈◊〉 â—ut all this time I forget where 's my Mother 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to an Indian-House with young Wilmore her Spouse that 〈…〉 for new Furniture she means every thing 〈…〉 Gay and Iâ—â—â—â—ng as her Lover 〈◊〉 〈…〉 it enter into a Womans head of fifty to look back 〈…〉 â—ellow of Twenty whose first contrivance will be how to ge◠〈…〉 her Money excepted and that once secur'd she may 〈…〉 what separate maintainance he is pleas'd to allow her and he contented to starve all her life after for having once made too laâ—â—e a â—â—ast 〈◊〉 If I mistake not she intrudes a little upon your right you have not 〈◊〉 all your inclination for Mr. Wilmore Mar. They indeed prepare me towards making him a very Obedient Dutiful Daughter-in-Law Bel. Well We 'll spare your Modesty a farther Confession and let you know to morrow is the Wedding day but there 's a Misfortune untold to you nor cou'd your imagination guess at it Sir Rustick Goodheart has got my Lady Young Loves consent for Marrying you Mor. I see absence has not made my Mother better natur'd but iâ— she plays the Fool I shall be wiser than to imitate her besides mine wou'd be so much worse as an Old Man is always less inviting than a Young Bel. Mr. Wilmore has shew'd himself so generous that till you were sent for he refused to Marry your Mother and then too but conditionally she should secure your Fortune to your self Mar. 'T is surprising in a Father-in-Law but is he in Love with her for I can wonder at nothing or the Match imposed by his Father for his Age scarce allows him to know the Value of Money enough to part with his darling Liberty for it Bel. She has made advances to him beyond belief his good breeding received them Civily whereupon she has forgot nothing that cou'd make her less Ugly though Age did not fail to o'er-top it all Nature here was so unkind a Mistress as to prevail in spight of Art Mar. I shou'd never have guess'd other for when we are once arrived to a certain Point of time we may e'en lay aside Pig-water Patches and Curls and be contented with less Admiration so we meet but with more Esteem but if he loves her not what can provoke him to Marry her Bel. Gratitude and a Necessitous Fortune besides she has almost pucrhased him with rich presents which has more Eloquence in them than all the Old Womens Tongues in England Mar. Presents Sure you forget your self Bel. I know what I say besides where have you liv'd not to know Money speaks for an Old Woman when her Eyes no longer can But to entertain you till my Lady Young-Love comes in my Page shall sing you the last new Song SONG AH Dangerous Swains tell me no more Thy Happy Nymph you Worship and Adore When thy fill'd Eyes are sparkling at her Name I raving wish that mine had caus'd the Flame If by your fire to her you can impart Diffusive heat to warm another's heart Ah dangerous Swain what wou'd the ruine be Shou'd you but once persuade you burn for me Enter Lady Young Love Wilmore Lady Young Bid the Coach set up and let the things be brought in here My Daughter come God bless you Mor. I am o'er joy'd to see your Ladiship and to see you look so well Wil. Your Ladiships most humble Servant Salutes her Lady Young Belira How do you like these figur'd Velvets this I design for the Bed and Hangings this Violet colour suits agreeably with this Buff. Bel. Most extreamly well Madam does your Ladiship design a Mixture L. Young I had thoughts of Paining and Bordering it with this Crimson and Green but that sort of Furniture has been my aversion ever since I saw my odious Lady Junkers Appartment set forth with Scotch Plad and Damask Bel. aside Confusion How his Eyes are fix'd on her as
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