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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54959	The innocent mistress a comedy, as it was acted by His Majesty's servants at the theatre in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Fields / written by Mrs. Mary Pix.	Pix, Mary, 1666-1720.; Etherege, George, Sir, 1635?-1691. Man of mode.	1697 (1697)	Wing P2330; ESTC R3117	50,638	58

THE Innocent Mistress A COMEDY As it was ACTED by His MAJESTY's Servants AT THE THEATRE in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Fields Written by Mrs. Mary Pix LONDON Printed by J. Orme for R. Basset at the Miter within Temple-Bar and F. Cogan in the Inner-Templelane 1697. Names Represented Mr. Betterton Sir Charles Beauclair first a Younger Brother marri'd by his Friends to a Rich ill-favour'd Widow afterwards Master of a great Estate and in Love with Bellinda Mr. Verbruggen Sir Francis Wildlove his Friend Mr. Knap Searchwell his Man Mr. Hodgson Beaumont an honest Country Gentleman Friend to Sir Francis and Lover of Arabella Mr. Bowman Spendall a Sharper and hanger on to Sir Charles Mr. Freeman Lywell a Rake Companion to Spendal Mr. Bowen Cheatall a very foolish Fellow Brother to the Lady Beauclair Mr. Harris Gentil his Man an Ingenious Fellow Mr. Underhill Mr. Flywife alias Allen a Merchant WOMEN Mrs. Barry Bellinda alias Mariamne Daughter to the Lord Belmour Mrs. Bracegird Mrs. Beauclair Niece to Sir Charles Mrs. Prince Arabella a young Lady left to the Care of Cheatall's Father Mrs. Lee. Lady Beauclair an ill bred Woman Mrs. Howard Peggy her Daughter of the same Stamp Mrs. Lawson Eugenia the Lady Beauclair's Woman Mrs. Betty Woman to Bellinda Mrs. Du Qua. Dresswell Woman to Mrs. Beauclair Mrs. Lassel Mrs. Flywife kept by Flywife and going by his Name Mrs. Willis Jenny her Maid Drawers and Servants PROLOGUE Spoken by Mr. Verbruggen Written by Mr. Motteux THIS season with what Arts both Houses strive By your kind presence to be kept alive W' have still new things or old ones we revive We plot and strive to bring them first o' th' Stage Like wary Pilot for his Weather-gage W' have Every Act and every week a Play Nay w' have had new ones studied for one Day W' have double Duty and w' have but half Pay VV ' have scaling Monkies and w' have dancing Swans To match our nimble cap'ring Chairs and Stands There Opera's with and here without Machines Here Scenes well wrought and there well painted Scenes Castles and Men i' th' Air the World l'th' Moon Where you like Swallows fly but soon y' are gone W've something ev'ry different Taste to hit I gad I think w' have ev'ry thing but Wit For w' have full Scenes and w' have an empty Pitt Faith Sirs we scarce cou'd hope you here wou'd be So num'rous tho' we have a new Comedy For there 's in Plays you know a Reformation A thing to which y' have no great inclination I fear you 'll seek some loser Occupation From those Lewd Poets all these mischiefs flow They like Drawcansirs maul'd both Friend and Foe Wou'd they 'd been serv'd like their Plays long ago All cautious Dons and Matrons hence they scar'd And all this did they do because they dar'd Yet that you 're hardn'd Sinners they may boast The more they lash'd you you seem'd tickled most But now no Luscious Scenes must lard their Plays No Lady now will need to hide her face But I 'll be hang'd if one i' th' Gallery stays To hear ill-natur'd Truths no more you 'll sit But mortifie an inoffensive Wit Lord how still we shall have you in the Pit For I dare say of what m●…st pleas'd our Guests Nine parts in Ten were still sheer Bawdy Jests Methinks I see some here who seem to say Gad e're the Curtain 's drawn I 'll slip away No Bawdy this can't be a Women's Play Nay I confess there 's Cause enough to doubt But Faith they say there was a deal cut out Then stay and use it gently some of you Since to be maim'd y' are somewhat subject too Spare it you who for harmless sports declare Show that this age a modest Play can bear Twice has our Poetess kind usage found Change not her Fortune tho' she cang'd her Ground EPILOGUE Spoken by Mr. Scudamore Written by Mr. Motteux SSriblers like Bullies sometimes huff the Pitt Tho their feign'd Courage has an Ague Fit But oftner from a sense of their Condition An Epilogue resembles a Petition Thus they make Mr. Bays his Notion just If Thunder cannot save them Halters must Which way to use I swear I do not know Hussing's too haughty Cringing is too low I 'll use the middle way perhaps 't will do At least I fancy 't is most lik'd by you Thus then to ev'ry Judge of Wit I bow I hope all the Audience think I mean them now If so you 'll scorn to judge of Woman's Wit Tho' in Wit 's Court the worst of Judges sit Sure none dare try such puny Causes yet Faith if you 're strict now there 's a Reformation We 've sworn t' invite the grave part of the Nation Rich Sparks with broad-brim-hats and little Bands who 'll clap dry Morals till they hurt their Hands Nice Dames who 'll have their Box as they 've their Pew And come each Day but not to ogle you No each side Box shall shine with sweeter Faces None but Chains Gowns and Coi●…s shall havetheir Places Their Chit-chat News Stockjobbing and Law-Causes The Middle-Fry shall in the Gall'ry sit And humh whatever against Cuckold's Writ And City Wives from Lectures throng the Pit Their Daughters Fair with Prentice trudge it hither And throng as they do Lambeth-Wells this weather Then all thus stor'd tho' Money 's scarce this Age We need not fear t' have a Beau-crowded Stage So for new guests we 'll change just as our Beau●… Wear Doyly-Stuff for want of better Cloths ACT I. Sir Francis Wildlove in his Chamber Dressing Sir Fran. SEarchwell Search Sir Sir Fran. Get me some Small Beer and dash a little Langoone in it else 't will go down my burning Stomach ten degrees colder than Ice I should have met my old Friend and Collegian Beaumont who came to Town last night but Wine and Women drove it clear out of my Head Search Sir he 's here Enter Beaumont Sir Fran. Welcome dear Friend I prithee pardon my omission faith 't was business that could not be left to other hands Beau. Women I suppose and that excuse I know a Man of your kidney thinks almighty Sir Fran. Even so well by my Life I am heartily glad to see you why thou hast been an age consin'd to barren Fields and senceless Groves or Conversation stupid and dull as they How canst thou waste thy Youth happy Youth the very Quintessence of Life from London this dear Epitome of pleasure Beau. Because excess of drinking cloys my Stomach and Impudence in Women absolutely turns it then I hate the vanity of Dress and Fluttering where eternal Noise and Nonsence reigns this consider'd what should I do here Sir Fran. Not much in troth Beau. But you my Friend run the Career your appetite directs taste all those pleasures I despise you can inform me what humour 's most in fashion what ruling whim and how the Ladies are Sir Fran. Why faith there 's no great alteration the Money is