Love without Interest OR The Man too hard for the Master A COMEDY As it was Acted at the Theatre Royal BY His Majesty's SERVANTS Fallite fallentes ex magna parte profanum Sunt genus in laqueos quos posuere cadant Ovid de Art Amand. lib. 1. LONDON Printed for Arthur Bettesworth at the Red Lion on London-Bridge and Richard Ellison at the Eagle and Child in the Pell-Mell 1699. TO The Right honble the Lord Fairfax The Right honble the Lord Jefferies The Right honble the Lord Widdrington The Right honble the Lord Buckingham The Right honble the Lord James Howard The Right honble the Lord John Howard TO Sir Tho. Barnardiston Bar. Sir Hugh Smithson Sir John Walters Bar. Sir George Umble Bar. Sir Charles Sidley Bar. Sir Charles Inglefield Bar. To Nahaniel Barnardiston Tho. Bull Buller Capt. Buller Coventry Capt. Campthorne Ellis Crisp John Hilyard James Jerras Richard Lawley Ralph Lee Richard Litton Richard Minshell Luke Norton Peter Pheasant John Pitt Colonel Rumhall John Roper John Saywell Simon Scroop Washington Sherley Paris Slater Charles Tryon Edward Watson Esquires Gentlemen AS long and laudable Custom bears the Force of a Law by virtue of which every Minor Scribler even the poorest Dabler in Dramaticks lays his Brat at some Great Man's Door In Challenge therefore of my Native English Liberty I take the Privilege of this present Dedication 'T is true the general Class of Paper-dawbers have hitherto arrived at no higher Confidence than affixing some single Great Name to a Play whilst I by a bolder Assurance possibly a little more pardonable in a Comedian have here marshall'd a whole Roll of Quality in my Frontispiece Truly Gentlemen in this Presumption I know not what Trespass I may have made in Good Manners however the World must justifie my Politicks in this Management For by this Conduct instead of one worthy for my Patron and Protector I have hook'd in a whole Battalion of 'em to Champion for me And therefore undoubtedly this Piece must come safe into the World under so many Shields of Honour Besides from the warm Influence of so many Noble Patrons if to speak like an Astrologer 't is a Blessing to have the Aspect of a kind Star at our Nativity certainly this must be much more happy to peep into Light under the Smiles of a whole Constellation Nay Gentlemen not to be too bold neither but a little to extenuate my Presumption I have found out an old State-Distinction for a very substantial Apology by which I make you All this Present viz. Not in your more exalted Capacities of so many Persons of the highest Character and Quality that Consideration would have kept me at a more awful Distance No Gentlemen I attack you only as an Honourable Society over a cheerful Glass where all Greatness laid aside and Mirth Wit and Gayety the only Reigning Ascendants amongst You I thrust in my Comick Phyz under that easier Access The Hospitable Door stands open and from that Pasport I make my Intrusion Now Gentlemen according to the true Poetical Mode of Dedications I shall be very Oratorical in the Praises of all my Noble Patrons But truly as my Panegyrical Talent is none of the best and to do Justice to so fair a List of Honour in an Encomium upon all and singular Your select Characters and Vertues is a Work beyond my reaeh Nay and what 's another great Argument for my Silence upon that Subject viz. That so large a Theme before me would out-swell the Bulk of an Epistle Dedicatory and consequently as my Bookseller tells me make my Portico bigger than my House I shall therefore shorten that part of my Dedication and come to a nearer matter in hand which is the Merits of the Play The Merits of the Play Hold a little Whereabouts do they lie Merits Yes positively Merits and very considerable ones For look ye Sirs St. George was the Patron of England Right And he made it a peculiar Point of Honour and Gallantry to take the Weaker Side Right agen Now as 't is the Top-Glory of every Heroick English Great Soul to follow their own leading British Worthy and copy from so famous an Original Ergo The Weakness of my Muse gives her a justifiable Title to Your Noble and Generous Patronage and from that Desert she claims Your Protection Besides when your Great and Celebrated Authors Dedicate an OEdipus an Alexander or a Mourning Bride or any of those Gigantick Offspings of the Muses methinks in those Atlas Piles of Wit and Heroicks they overload their Patrons with the Present they make them It looks as if a Gardner should send you the whole Cargo of a May-morning Market in Covent-Garden enough to stifle you with Sweets when in my simple Judgment 't is much better a lighter and easier Nosegay to present you with a Pink or a Rose-bud as I do As to the but indifferent Success and Reception of this short-liv'd Play not to want a Crutch for a Criple I must take the modish way of imputing it to Misfortune It s being hurried up a little too hastily made it appear to some Disadvantage in the Performance It is enough to disparage the Good Ayer and Charms even of the Beaus themselves to appear in too rude a Dishabilee With all this Plea for my Introduction to Your Good Graces now Gentlemen if at your next Full House at the Rose you shall generously please to pass an Affirmative Vote in my Favour or what 's more generous to carry it with a Nemine Contradicente then to boast no more of my own the Merit shall be all of Your side and I shall in all Duty bound ever subscribe my self Gentlemen Your most Obliged and most Devoted Servant Will. Penkethman PROLOGUE Spoke by Jo. Hains IF any here dares cry My Prologue down Henceforth I 'll not allow one Wit i' th' Town As Houses haunted with Ill Spirits are All Noise and Lies such is our Theatre Ye talk of Wits the Devil of Wit is here Wherefore to let you know What Wit is not I think can't be amiss For no Man here I 'm sure knows what it is First then Wit is no Scarf upon Fantastick Hips Nor an affected Cringe t' approach the Lips 'T is not I-Gad O Lord or Let me Die Nor is it Dam me ye Son of a Whore ye Lie 'T is not to tell how lewd ye were last Night What Watches Wenches Windows felt your Spight Nor is it an Abusive Epilogue Nor being Drunk and cry More Wine ye Dog T is not your Tradesman's Wit that makes him Great 'T is a compendious way to Live and Cheat ' Nor is it Wit that makes your Lawyer priz'd His dagled Gown his Knavery in Disguise To pluck down Honest Men that he may rise Nor is' t pert Phillis's Wit that does prevail 'T is not her Tongue she lives by 't is her Tail 'T is not your Scholar Traveller nor Mathematician Poet nor Player and Faith 't
adjust Affairs between us Tick. Why truly not to lie as a Man may say Sir that was my Business and the main End of my Visit for I should be very glad to make an end Wild. aside Of my Estate I thank him Fick For Money 's so rare and Occasions so pressing In a word we have have paid so much for our Religion and Liberty Wild. That Thanks to our Fighting Peace-makers or we 'd been forc'd shortly to sell both to preserve our Property Fick Right Sir and therefore I must desire you with all speed to pay back my Money your Indentures scotcht notcht and in Statu quo as a Man may say shall be forth-coming Wild. Sir you 're the Winner and so may please to jest but my Necessities are so earnest that I must entreat a present Supply of a Thousand Pound more and then you may be in a fair way to see an end as you desire Fick A Thousand Pound A Thousand Pound And ready Money too O Lord O Lord Why 't is more than Cathagena and the Spanish Flota can produce Besides Sir upon mature Consideration I find that I have lent you more in Mortgage than the Purchase of the Inheritance is worth you 've bit me you Wag you have I'faith Wild. aside Would I had I 'd have lost my Teeth 'fore I 'd have left my hold damn'd Jew To Fickle Why you won't thus laugh at my Necessity ' Slife Sir I 'm on the point of marrying a Fortune capable both to redeem and to add to my Estate 't is but a little Money to squander amongst her Servants as the Custom is you know and swup I lick her up as you do a Race of Ginger fasting Jonath makes Signs to Wild. Fickle aside Will you so you liquorish Whoreson you Would the Tongue of you were out Why this is one of the Devil 's ordinary Capricho's rides us on the Spur to Mischief and flounce leaves us stuck in the Mire What a Plot 's here lost Broke like a Roost-Egg just when 't was going to be hatch'd Hang 't I 'll try however If it don't serve me this way it may another He 'll think I love him and then I 'm sure to trick him Wild. How now What musing Man Ha! Fick A little Sir I was casting about to serve you Wild. Were your Will but equal to your Abilities there would need no great musing in the matter Fick O Lord Sir were but my Abilities equal to my Will the matter should not so long lag A-stern But to shew you Sir how much I tender you Welfare I 've a Crotchet just now come into my Head might possibly be as advantagious to you as what you just now was mentioning But seeing Wild. Come prithee no Seeing in the Case but Hearing Come quickly dear Dog open Jon. aside to Wild. O never fear Sir he 's a staunch Hound I 'll warrant him and on a hot Scent that you know Fick A little Patience good Sir let me but consider a while Wild. Pox of Consideration that Cousin-German to Cowardise Consideration quotha Why what Countryman are you Fick Countryman Why a Cockney Wild. A Cockney and consider Ha ha ha come quick quick mouth it Cit-like Fick Why then in three words You know my Niece Lettice take her and your Estate back and besides spying Eugenia But I cry mercy for I see as you was saying you 're already better provided To Eug. O Lord Madam I beg you a thousand Pardons for hindering you of your Chapman but in the City Forestallers as a Man may say find but little Encouragement Once more a thousand Pardons fair Lady indeed la Eug. An unwilling and harmless Mistake needs none Fick O Lord Madam O Lord Mr. Wildman what harm pray now What Mistake Wild. None of moment Sir for the Lady 's too nearly related to me to be what you imagine Her Father lately dead left her to my Charge with Virtue the chief part of her Fortune which to preserve as well as charm her Cares not knowing of a Family more honourable than yours thether I was leading her in order to crave Admittance Aside to Eug. Now Girl Eug. Is this the worthy Knight in whose Praise you were speaking of Cousin Jon. Yes Madam he is a Knight worthy aside to be Shoulder-slipt with a Horse-pox Fick Yes and please your Dainty Face as a Man may say I am a Knight and Common-Council-man of the City of London I live in the City where my House would be very much honour'd and sweetned as a Man may say with your double-refin'd Presence Fick to Wild. Ah were I but of your Years I should tell her more of my Mind But I 'm old old Wild. claps him on the Back Heart of Oak I 'll warrant thee Fick strutting Hum hum Jon. aside In the Name of Emptiness how like a rotten hollow Hogshead he sounds would I had the hooping of him Wild. Well Sir your Proffer is so obliging 't were Incivility to refuse and inconvenient to defer it Please to repose your self a moment we 'll wait on you immediately Exeunt Fickle and Jon. Now Wench what think'st of this same Beast Would he not serve well enough to wear the Horns A pair of well-spread Antlers methinks would suit incomparably well with his Jobbernol Eug. Or if they won't 't is no great matter Would I had him he should have Choice enough if that would but content him Wild. A very virtuous Resolution truly Eug. Tell me not of Virtue what 's Virtue Wild. Hum why Faith it has been laid aside so long by the Commonalty that now they scarce know what to make on 't But your Politicians use it now and then as a Stalking horse to pop down your over-grown Court Bustards But your well-manag'd Dissimulation Eug. Is a most fashionable Beast that I grant Wild. And a most serviceable one too as the World goes Now whoever thinks to rub through without it will be most plaguily harrass'd before he comes to his Journey 's end Eug. Or will speed like a City-banker with crackt Credit and empty Coffers ha ha Now I hope I please you Wild. Ay any thing that displeases them does so I 've such a Natural Antipathy against 'em that it extends even to their Wives which makes me so seldom lay in their Nests But to the Point for I 'm yet as far from it as a Parson whose Text is Obedience and Sermon an Invective against Non-resistance I 'd have you reduce these same Speculative Notions you have of that same necessary Implement Dissimulation into Practice for I 'm mistaken if you han't shortly occasion to shew your Arts of Dissimulation the Rascal did so eye thee Eug. O never fear You will sooner find a Woman without Pride than Hypocrisie and Dissimulation Why 't is our Sexes Talent our Inseparable Accident our Feminine Philosophers Stone wherewith we convert you Men into Buzzards from Buzzards to Owls from Owls to Cookoos and from Cookoos to Wild.
clapping his Hand before her Mouth Hold in the Name of Cerberus by the Egyptian Catadupes set but these Female Clacks a-going and troll they run like the Wise Man of Gotham's Cheeses down hill Eug. Now by my Hopes you 're as impertinent as a French Valet de Chambre Wild. And by my Wishes the Vanity of Ten truely Virtuous Women make not the tenth part of one sole Punk 's in the way of Preferment Eug. Nor do they on the other side possess the tenth part of those Perfections Wild. Prithee make that appear and I 'll retract Eug. You shall Be you the Doughty Knight I the Lady fair muster up the whole Cargo of your Common-plac'd Courtship if I don't out-do 'em at their own Weapon may I lie Cross-legg'd Toe-ty'd and Bed-rid all the Days of my Life Wild. Seeing's believing A Match I faith I begin Bows Think not that Impudence Divine Beauty or rather most beauteous Divinity which is the Effect of All-conquering Love that Love-which scorns to be ty'd up to Time but is no sooner born than adult Eug. Ha ha ha Wild. How now What out already Eug. Ay out already What this the Preamble for a Citizen Why this is Common-Garden Cant tout peur Wild. Why then in City Cant have at you Lays by his Sword and Wig and scrapes Dainty-fac'd Lady the Flames of your Beauty have so over-healed the yearning Intrails of my Affection that they already begin to simmer within my Belly as they were in a Stew-pan whence through the Funnel of my Throat ascend more Fumes than from a Mash-fat through the Stoke-hole of a Brew-house Spare then the Bellows of your Disdain and use rather the Sprinkler of your Condescention for if you continue to puff thus scornfully upon me I swear by all the Stock in my Shop Cellar and Ware-house my Heart like a Shin of Beef in a Porridge-pot will in the Poaching of an Egg be hoil'd to Titters la. Eug. Alas Sir what ails you Methinks I pity your Condition tho' I understand not your meaning Wild. Ah my sweet Sugar-loaf Words cannot express it A Sign indeed I have would soon make you conceive Squeezing her Hand Now do you Eug. Heaven knows I wish I did Wild. Kissing her Nor yet Eug. Nor yet Wild. Ah the Devil She 'd have him shew it her down-right Ruffles and kisses her Then thus and thus There 's but one more that I know of and its a pair of Questions whether he can make it Eug. Protect my Honour A Man kiss me Shrieks out Wild. How now What the Devil 's the matter You 'll raise the House presently Pox of your crack'd Treble So here 's Sir Fickle come to lend you a Hand I 'll retire Retires and listens Enter Sir Fickle and Jonath who puts him by Ambo O Lord What 's the matter What 's the matter Eug. Bless me Sir I 'm so frighten'd Oh Wild. Aside For a handsom come off and I 'll cross the Cudgels I 'll interpose and give her a Breathing-while Enters How now Cousin what at the old Trade What Whim now 'T is the frightfullest Creature Eug. Then why would you leave me alone so long Wild. Aside Good Fick But with what i' th' the Name of Wonder Eug. Lord Sir methought Hem hem Wild. Igad I 'll never believe that Miracles are ceas'd when I see a Woman in danger of being choak'd with a Lye To Eug. The ruffling of the Wind in your Window-Curtain that 's all on my Life Aside Sure I'm the first Man that ever helpt Woman out with a Come-off Fick Come come a Woman and afraid of the ruffling of a Curtain Jon. Aside Or of any thing else and you were the Tom Bold that blew in at her Window She must cry out before she 's hurt Fick Well Madam how is it now Eug. Somewhat better Sir Fick to Wild. Then if you please we two'll lead on the way If Fortune hits this is our Lucky Day Exeunt Wild. following True you old Coxcomb for if Fortune hit I 'll settle Fickle and cross-bite the Cheat. Let 's in and there consult the surest way To trap this Fox and if I miss my Aim Let Fortune not my Care receive the Blame Exit SCENE II. Enter Truelove leading Honoria Tru. By all those Charms that captivate my Soul By the sweet Torture of my longing Mind Explain this Riddle that confounds my Senses Your Eyes your Actions nay your Words speak Love Yet when I press to ratify our Vows You blush and sigh and weep me a Denial Can I give further Proofs of my Affection Hon. No you 're too generous to an injur'd Maid Whose only Portion 's Misery and Ruine Misery so great 't has left me void of means To make you a return more suitable or just Than by refusal Heaven knows how dear it costs me To involve you in my Ruine Tru. Cruelly kind I see instead of valluing The Generosity you seem so much to prize You tax me with base Avarice Avarice worse than Misers Who if presented with a precious Jemm Would not stand gazing if 't were set in Gold But instantly with grateful thanks accepts it Hon. True Sir but mine is of so mean a Lustre That by Possession when you 've view'd it well Without a Foil you 'll scarce think it worth the wearing Tru. There you mistake me Dear for by my Love A Heart like yours shews fairest when unset There 's no Defect in that no Fault no Flaw No Blemish that requires the Artists Hand to help it Hon. Thou more than Man Take all my Vows with Heaven my Wishes share But till that Heaven I daily do implore Betters my Fate I beg you 'd press no more Tru. A lasting Shame on that Barbarians Hand Who from the Teeming Womb of 's Mother Earth First forc'd to light that glittering damning Pelf Money the scorn of noble generous Minds The venom'd Hook that strikes inglorious Souls The petty Grain which put i' th' guilty Scales Turns 'em ' gainst Virtue Loyalty and Honour And an Eternal Curse on him that rates His Love so low to barter it for Gold No generous Love is like a matchless Pearl Not to be purchas'd by the massie Toy The like alone can make the just Exchange And the true Price of Love is only Love Mine you possess with yours I think I 'm blest Let not that Bliss destroy my Happiness Hon. Forbear to urge but too too well belov'd This needless fruitless dismal Argument Your Words your Deeds have such a glorious Lustre They 've quite amaz'd and dazled my weak Senses Yet while my Honour and Gratitude remain I 'll still be just still love and still deny Enter Jinny Jinny Oh Madam Honoria I 've been seeking you all the House over Here 's my Master has been babling for you this half hour For my part I believe he is running Mad he keeps such a Quarter Hon. Why what 's the matter Has he lost any Money lately
to truss up 'T is well for all her Levity an she been't too heavy for my Pounces Or is not this some Trick of his to stave me off my pretended Fortune and in the Interim to ruine what little Real yet remains There 's it confound his Macchiavillian Curship There 's it Hum here he comes the Simile holds true Enter Sir Fickle Fick Soh my Merchant-Venturer to the Land of Love What Chear Man hah What art in the Road Art making the Haven Hey boy Wild. Softly softly Sir tho' you may be ready to put into Port I 'm not put out yet for tho' the Moon be at Full I can't guess when the Tide will serve Fick Nay Pox an you 'll not weigh Anchor whose Fault is' t Wild. 'T was done Sir and Sails hoist and just as I was launching into the Main I met with such a Vengeance Mackaril-gale 't was a Mercy I was not over-sett Of splitting I think there was no great Danger I was kept too far off Shore for that Faith Fick You talk Riddles Man prithee explain Wild. Why then to be short I made my Addresses with all possible Civility she with more Coolness nay Rallery received 'em I complain'd and she I thank her gave me some small Reason Fick As how Man as how Wild. pushing him As thus Man as thus and a Wonder too I scap'd so For my part I expected no less than a Black and Blew Suit of Second Mourning Fick A Suit of Second Mourning quotha ha ha ha Pho Pox you know Women at first are always shy of their Favours Wild. Hum 't is not her Shyness I complain of Fick Oh oh I thought Wild. The matter 's not great a Claw or two on the Nose as I take it and a broken Pair of Shins Fick Ha ha ha a broken pair of Shins ha ha Why what a Devil ha ha Have you been at Football ha ha ha Wild. Aside These are the Fruits of Hyperbolical Exaggeration it creates Laughter where we intend it to promote Pity To Fick Grammercy Dad to be I 'm glad to see you in so good a Humour I perceiv'd you were in a merry Vein and was willing to promote it for in reality things were not quite so bad but Faith 'twixt you and I I despair of carrying the Town my Ogling Shots almost spent and not one of 'em has so much as reach'd the Outwarks and the Train of Bombastick Similes and Protestations I brought with me to the Siege is too weak to make any reasonable Breach so that if you don't reinforce I must e'en pack up Bag and Baggage and march off whilst I may lest she should fall upon my Reer and rout it as she has already disorder'd the Van. Fick Heighty tity What a Rise is here from breaking of Shins to taking of Towns Ha ha Come Courage Boy t'other Attack If thou carry'st her not I will for thee grate me like a Nutmeg ha ha If thou succeedest not by Storm I 'll cut off Provision and sha't do 't by Famine Wildman or No Man 's the Word Wild. Well Sir for once I 'll venture to follow your Advice Good Assurance boggles not at the first Refusal and Thanks to my Stars of that I 'm pretty well provided Once more at all and if she fails me twice Modesty's Virtue Impudence a Vice Exit Fickle Solus Fick Send thee good Luck Boy or somebody'll smart for 't I feel that already Why what a Gypsie Minks is this She has wearied me out ever since she came into her Teens nay even with Threats compell'd me to procure a Husband for her and now I have don 't she flies off What a Pox can be the Reason of it ' Sbud he 's handsom enough and will be rich enough too for a Gentleman What else would she have Unless the Devil has play'd Booty and given her t'other Item of her concealed Fortune which if she e'er gets into her Clutches she 'll mount and shine like a Kite with a Paper Lanthorn at the Tail on 't But I 've a Trick I think to cheat the Devil himself for the Devil 's in the Devil if he once imagins a Citizens Foreman should be true to his Master Enter Jonathan Jon. Lord Sir what do you mean to tarry thus mumping and maundring to your self Why here 's my Lord Mayor's Musick come this half hour unless you 'll give 'em Employment they 'll get so drunk they 'll be for playing on more Instruments than you imagin Then there 's the Cook smoaking like a Pasty and swearing by his Chopping-block unless you make haste the Dinner won't be worth a Fig Sir Fick Let 'em drink and swear on I've more Care and Business than they Wheedlingly Jonathan Jon. mocking Right Renowned and thrice Honourable Sir Fickle The Prospect of Dinner does my Fancy so tickle That no more than a Calves-head shall I here what you say Sir Therefore stay till I 've Din'd and therefore pray come away Sir Pulling him Fick I see Hunger sharpens Wits as well as Appetites the Fear of it has had the same Effect on me Jon. Fear of what Your Mistress Fick No no. Jon. Why I know that well enough never fear her Sir she loves you in my Conscience I believe Fick Nay prithee hear me thou knowest how that Devil Lettice has been continually at me for a Husband Jon. Pho Why I know that too And had I not been faithful Jonathan she had been fitted e're now She knows how to chuse tho' I say it as shou'd not But Fick Nay prithee Patience Jon. Quick quick then Sir this same business is the damnd'st Enemy to a Hungry Stomach Fick Why then thou knowest with what Care I 've sought her out one nay with what Cost Jon. Ay ay Cost enough 'fore I 'd have ventur'd so much on e're a skittish Jades Head in the Town I 'd see her both hang'd and drown'd Fick Hang'd and drown'd too How 's that Jon. Why her Heels on a Hedge and her Head in a Ditch Come budge budge Sir my Gurs grumble most horribly for Ammunition An I don't pacify 'em speedily they 'll be in an Uproar Come pray Sir be jogging Fick Then shortly thus Whence her Disdain to Wildman springs I can't imagin unless she be in Scent of her Fortune Jon. Ay Pox these Gilflirts have Noses like Northern Hounds But if I was you I 'd Law her She might hit on the Scent but I 'd spoil her for e'er coming up with the Game Fick That were it feasible would help little for when Women are once in Scent of their Fortunes or Gallants cut off their Legs they 'll hobble afrer 'em on their Stumps No I 've a better Method for that I 'll make her beat Counter and then I shall be pretty safe I 'll commit the Writings to thy Charge and then I 'll swear in all the Courts of Christendom I know nothing of the matter if that will but content her Jon. Ay ay
much indebted to Fortune had she lent me any thing more worthy your Acceptance Wild aside Good Let Women alone for taking old Occasions by the topping Fickle Bear Witness Gentlemen Madam you have that i' th bottom of your Bag would make an Emperor proud of accepting Eugen. Then name it Sir once more 't is yours Fickle Why 't is your self your Love I ask for all Eugen. ' Lass Sir my Heart 's too full of Grief to harbour the least Thought of Love a grateful Acknowledgement is the little All I 'm Mistress of 't is yours if you think it worth the receiving Weeping Wild. aside Excellent Jade How she drills him Fickle whispering Nay don't cry Sugar-Candy don't cry trust me you 'll make me do so too Chear up Honey I 'll be thy Father and Mother and Sister and Brother and all thy good Friends Wild aside Now for me to Eugen. Come Cousin you are mine by your dead Father's Will committed to my Care speak Is your Heart engag'd Eug. pointing to Fickle Alas 't was free till first I saw those Eyes Fickle staring Hum hum Wild. Then thus I give you to your Wishes so you consent Eug. Witness these Blushes let them supply my Speech Fickle Make room make place by your Leave there Gentlemen that I may receive my Princess as I ought kneeling Thus as your Prentice I pay my Respects unto your Beauty Eug. raising him Then rise my Lord my Master and my Husband Fickle Madam you 'll kill me with Kindness as the Song says in the new Opera Ay do if you can why I 'm happier than the Pope in the midst of his Seraglio Let. The Turk Sir the Turk Fickle The Pope Mrs. Pert the Pope I say Turk or Pope pray where 's the difference ha Let. Nay Sir I confess you are the better Historian Holinshead Stow and Baker were Fools to you I believe Fickle Yes that they were Mrs. Hammershine Mrs. Puspaws find me out e'er a Stower that ever stow'd e'er a Baker that ever eat or e'er a Brewer that ever had the first sup of so dainty a Firkin as this is To Mr. Wildman I beg your Pardon but this same Madam Kicke-te-scratch there with her Bakers and Stowers and Hollingsheads and the Devil and all has put me so besides my self that I for got the best of my Friends Pray Sir study how I may requite you Wild. pointing to Let. There 's one Sir would over-rate the Service if Fickle If what Sir If what Sure I'm Master of my own Come Mrs. Nimble-toes no shall I shall I This or none I 've heard of your Pranks you see If I were not in good Company I should ay that I should Come come Let. aside to Wild. Forbear or as I live I 'll discover all Wild. Sir your Good Will I esteem as a perfect Proof of your Affection hers by after-Services I shall endeavour to deserve if possible Fickle Nay Sir if you 're for Consideration pray take your own time To Eugen. Come Pruine Eyes let 's not interrupt their Loves nor our own To Let. And do you hear Mrs. Fly-at-all ' ware worrying or I 'll musle chain and to Kennel with you I will Come my Sugar-Plumb my Mackaroon come along Exit Fickle Eugen. Wild. Now fair Letitia what is' t yet remains Let. Only to take your Labour for your Pains Ha ha ha what a rhiming again I gad I hate that worse than your Contrivance for that was pretty tollerably carried on for a Beginner Hon. What Contrivance Sister what was 't Let. Why Wild. aside All will out Now shall I ' spight of my Modesty have my good Qualities laid open before my Face Hon. But what was 't good Sister Let. Why only to make a small Swop of Wild. aside Ah! it 's a coming To them Ladies I beg Pardon for the Abruptness of my Departure but Business Madam Business Let. Nay pray Sir Wild. Nay Good Madam Let. catching him Nay pray good dear plotting contriving bantring wenching Sir hear but your Indictment Sentence shall immediately pass and then you may go Wild. aside And be hang'd so I may faith and troth the Halter 's all I have then left to trust to And by good Luck I 've just Money enough left to buy one Let. over-hearing Bless me how a Woman may be mistaken Wild. Mistaken Madam what do you mean Let. Why I thought you had been a Beau Wild. Not I Madam by my Faith Let. So I find by your Pocket Three Half Pence Why I have heard of a Beau at a Nonplus for a Half Penny worth of Ferretting to tie up his Breeches till the poor Punk at the Expence of her Garter had recruited the Damage he had sustain'd in her Service which he himself was not able to repair Hon. Come Sister to the Contrivance Let. Why that was so small I 'd almost forgot it 't was only to make an Exchange of his Cousin looking at him for himself As for the rest the bloody Battery he complains of was caus'd by his own Assault he was for forcing me with him to the World in the Moon I think to some Seat he has lately purchas'd there as I take it Was it not Sir Wild. Rapture Madam Rapture Aside I was most plaguily affraid of a full and true Discovery Hon. Nay if you blame him for that Sister I must tell you now you 're too cruel I protest had I a Heart to dispose of Let. As I have yet thank my Stars it would scarce be in his Favour So Sir I beg your Pardon for the abruptness of my Departure but Business Sir Business Exit laughing Wild. The first Woman that ever I knew leave her Pleasure for Business Exit Hon. What Pleasure Sir believe me you 're ill acquainted with our Sex's Passions they 'll laugh for Sorrow as well as cry for Joy Wild. But in her Smiles I read a grating Scorn Heavens In what curs'd Minute was I born To be thus tortur'd with Disdain Malignant Planets Hon. Curse not your Stars they 're more auspicious to you Than you imagine or thine to me O Trulove Wild. For Pity sake untie this Gordian Knot That keeps my fetter'd Soul in dark Suspence The Virgin Bride with eager trembling Joy Ne'er long t' embrace the lov'd and lovely he As I for some Relief to ease my Soul Hon. What Ease you can imagine I can give Wild. Oh no! your Trulove's kind Letitia's coy Nay worse Hon. Nay better Sir if that her Love you prize Wild. Letitia Hon. Loves you Sir I 'd almost said As I love Trulove or as Trulove me In Tears I 've heard her sigh it to her self And make the Simily Wild. Amazement siezes me Can this be true Yes it is true for Honoria speaks But pardon Madam if I ask for once What means her Shiness mingled with Disdain Hon. She doubts 't is Int'rest-forces your Addresses She thinks your Heart has been enslav'd before And then she well may fear