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A36979	A fool's preferment, or, The Dukes of Dunstable a comedy, as it was acted at the Queens Theatre in Dorset-Garden, by Their Majesties servants / written by Mr. Durfey ; together with all the songs and notes to 'em, excellently compos'd by Mr. Henry Purcell, 1688.	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.; Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695. Fool's preferment.; Fletcher, John, 1579-1625. Noble gentleman.	1688 (1688)	Wing D2729; ESTC R3116	55,221	108

of Whores To th' Camp those Militant Doxies yearly stray Where each mad flitt'ring Fool that 's given that way To purchase Pox melts down a whole Months Pay. Many more Theams of Madness I could name And quote indeed too many to our shame But Sirs to prove that you have all your Wits Let every Critick that in Iudgment sits Our Poet to an easie Penance doom Wink at small faults for all of you have some PLAYS Printed for Henry Herringman and Sold by Ioseph Knight and Francis Saunders Beaumont and Fletcher's PLAYS By the Duke of Newcastle THE Humorous Lover The Triumphant Widow By the Earl of Orrery Mustapha and Henry the Fifth The Black Prince and Tryphon Sir William D'Avenants's Works By Mr. Wicherly Love in a Wood. The Dancing Master By Major Porter The Villain The Carnival By Sir George Etherege She wou'd if she cou'd Love in a Tub. The Man of Mode or Sir Fopling Flutter By Mr. Dryden The Dramatick Essay The Indian Emperour Tyrannick Love or the Royal Martyr The Mock-Astrologer Granada Two Parts Sir Martin Mar-all Marriage A-la-mode Love in a Nunnery All for Love. The Maiden Queen The wild Gallant The Rival Ladies The Tempest alter'd by him Amboyna Aurenge Zebe The State of Innocence By Mr. Shadwell The Sullen Lovers The Humourist Psyche The Virtuoso The Royal Shepherdess Epsom Wells The Libertine Timon of Athens alter'd by Him Mr. Killigrew's Works By Mr. Shakespear Hamlet Macbeth Julius Caesar. By Mr. Cowley By Sir Charles Sydley The Mulberry Garden By Sir Samuel Tuke and several Persons of Honour The Adventures of Five Hours By Sir Francis Fane Love in the Dark By Mr. Caril By Several The Usurper The Roman Empress The Coffee-House The Mayor of Queenborough The Womens Conquest The Amazon Queen Sir Francis Drake Peleus and Thetis Emperor of the Moon Darius King of Persia. NEW SONGS SUNG IN The Fool 's Preferment OR THE Three DUKES of Dunstable In the SAVOY Printed by E. Iones for Ios. Knight and Fran. Saunders at the Blue Anchor in the Lower-Walk of the New Exchange in the Strand 1688. A Song sung in the First Act. Mr. Henry Purcell I Sigh'd and I pin'd I sigh'd and I pin'd was constant was constant and kind to a Jilt that laugh╌'d at my Pains tho' my Pas╌sion ne're cool'd I found I was fool'd for all my a╌bun╌dance of Brains tho' my Pas╌sion ne're cool'd I found I was fool'd for all my a╌bun╌dance of Quick. Brains But now I 'm a Thing as grea╌t as a King so blest is the Head that is ad╌dle the dull empty Pate soonest comes to be great Fate dotes on a Fool in the Cradle THere 's nothing so fa╌tal as Woman to hur╌ry a Man to his Grave you may Think you may Plot you may Sigh like a Sot she u╌ses you more like a Slave But a Bottle altho' it be common the Cheats of the Fair will un╌do it will drive from your Head the Delights of the Bed he that 's Drunk is not a╌ble to Woo. Mr. Henry Purcell A Song sung in the Third Act by Mr. Monfort Mr. Henry Purcell FLed is my Love for e╌ver for e╌ver e╌ver gone O╌h mighty Loss E╌ter╌nal Sor╌row E╌ter╌nal Sorrow Yet prethee Strephon why should'st mourn For if thy Ce╌lia wont re╌turn to her thou shalt go to her thou shalt go to mor╌row to her thou shalt go to her thou shalt go to morrow T IS Death alone 't is Death a╌lone can give me Ease for all the mighty Pain for all the mighty Pain I 've felt in his cold Tomb my Heart shall e╌ver freeze since hers could ne╌ver ne╌ver mel╌t since hers could ne╌ver ne╌ver mel╌t could ne╌ver melt I 'Le mount to you blue Cae╌lum to shun those Female Gypsies I 'le play at Bowls with Sun and Moon and scare you scare you scare you with E╌clip╌ses and scare you scare you scare you with E╌clip╌ses I 'Le sail up╌on the Dog╌Star I 'le sail up╌on the Dog╌Star and then persue the Morning and then persue and then persue the Morning I 'le chase the Moon 'till it be Noon I 'le chase the Moon 'till it be Noon but I 'le make I 'le make her leave her Horning I 'le climb the fro╌sty Mountain I 'le climb the frosty Mountain and there I 'le coyn the Weather I 'le tea╌r the Rain╌bow from the Sky I 'le tea╌r the Rain╌bow from the Sky and tye and tye both ends to╌ge╌ther The Stars pluck from their Orbs too the Stars pluck from their Orbs too and crowd them in my Budget and whether I 'm a roa╌ring Boy a roa╌╌ring Boy let all╌ let all the Nation judge it Mr. H. Purcell A Scotch Song sung in the 4 th Act. A Dialogue by Jockey and Jenny Iockey IEnny gin you can love and have resolv'd you will try me sil╌ly Scruples remove and do no lon╌ger de╌ny me By thy bonny Black Eye I swear nean other can move me Then if still you deny You never never did love me Ienny Iockey how can you mistake that know full well when you woo me My poor Heart does so ake it throbs as it would come through me How can you be my Friend That thus are bent to my Ruine All the Love you pretend Is only for my Undoing II. Iockey Who can tell by what Art This Chiming Nothing called Honour Charms my Ienny's soft Heart When Love and Iockey has won her Ienny 'T is a Toy in the Head And Muckle Woe there 's about it Yet I 'd rather be dead Than live in Scandal without it But if you 'l love me and Wed And guard my Honour from Harms too Iockey I 'le take to my Bed And fold him close in my Arms too Iockey Talk not of Wedding dear Sweet For I must have Chains that are softer I 'm of a Northerly Breed And never shall love thee well after CHORUS Bass and Treble Then since ill Fortune intends Our Amity shall be no dearer Still let us kiss and be friends And sigh we shall never come nearer A Song sung in the Fifth Act by Mr. Monsort IF thou wilt give me back my Love for e╌ver I 'le A╌dore thee and for the fa╌vour mighty Iove with Souls from Heaven shall store thee To the Queen of Shades she shall advance and all shall wait up╌on her Kings shall A╌dore her Countenance and I 'le be her Page of Ho╌nour Mr. Henry Purcell FINIS

A Fool 's Preferment OR THE Three DUKES of Dunstable A COMEDY As it was Acted at the Queens Theatre in Dorset-Garden by Their MAJESTIES Servants Written by Mr. D'urfey Together with all the SONGS and NOTES to 'em Excellently Compos'd by Mr. HENRY PURCELL 1688. Licensed May 21. 1688. R. P. Eupolis atque Cratinus Aristophanesque Poetae Atqque alii quorum Comoedia prisca virorum est Si quis erat dignus deseribi quod Malus aut Fur Quod Moechus foret aut Sicarius aut alioqui Famosus multa cum libertate notabunt Hinc Omnis pendet Lucillius Horat Styr 4. Printed for Ios. Knight and Fra. Saunders at the Blue Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New Exchange in the Strand 1688. TO THE HONOURABLE CHARLES Lord MORPETH My dear LORD I Am in Debt so many ways for Obligations to your Self and Noble Family that with all the Gratitude I have I am puzzled in finding occasions to express my Thanks be pleased therefore to receive in a Dedication of this flight Piece my Hearts true Acknowledgments and as true an Endeavour to dievrt you by Reading a Comedy which was only design'd to please such as look on this sort of Dramatick Poesie as you do with Judgment and good Humour I have studied these things long enough to know the Humor of the Town and what is proper for Diversion but I cannot always bring my Inclinations to flatter the Would be WITS nor spare the exposing a notorious Vice thô the price of a Third Day were the fatal consequence of such an Indiscretion It is and shall be enough for me at any time if some few of the many Noble and Worthy Persons that did me the Honour to appear for me in spite of the Party that was malitiously made by some eminent Gamesters of both Sexes who thought themselves touch'd If such as your Lordship and those others of my unbyass'd Friends will please to think it worth their liking and alluding to a late Honourable and Renowned Author I Declare If You and Others I omit to Name Approve my Lines I count your Censure Fame As to the Play I will only say this of it the first hint was taken from an old Comedy of Fletcher's and as it was improv'd and several new Humours added it was generally lik'd before the Acting I knew Basset was a Game only proper for Persons of great Fortunes and therefore I thought that a wholsome Satyr of this kind might have oblig'd some Country-Gentlemen or Citizens of small Estates whose Wives ne're heeding the approaching Ruin took only care they might have the Honour to be seen at Play with Quality But some certain very nice Persons especially one took it so to Heart that dear Basset should be expos'd that my honest Intentions were quite frustrated and that the Piece might be sure to be ruin'd their Majesties were told it was so obscene that it was not fit to be Acted when I can prove there has not these seven years been any Comedy so free from it and some good Judges were pleas'd to Declare they thought that the only Reason some People had to find fault Obscenity is a thing of that abomin●ble Nature that unless it be detected so throughly that it may be punished it were better not heeded at all especially by a Lady who in my Opinion being too Witty in such a Discovery will only give People to understand how well skill'd She is in the Matter My LORD I most Humbly beg your Lordships Pardon for this Digression thô I could not well Publish the Play without some Defence in this kind but I have done with 'em now and the hottest Censurer shall at leisure cool of himself I will only rally my own ill Fortune and say with that admirable French Moralist Fortune Ie me repends de t'voir suivie cognoissant que tu ne peux chos du monde advoüë que la vertu est le seul port où les hommes peuvent-trouver leur veritable tranquillité A Sentence which I 'm sure your Lordship throughly understands having been with choicest Care Bred and Learned in the nicest Rudiments of Morality Wit and Religion and therefore skill'd in what concerns all Mankind in general as well as Poets who are Condemn'd to Traffick with all sort of Humours and to be oblig'd to such as will own themselves pleas'd with what they like A Fatigue which I can the better bear because it offends me little which way soever it happens always believing that next diverting my Friends to please my Self is the best-method but as my Friends satisfaction takes Place first I hope this Comedy will not appear distastful to 'em especially to you being Corrected And My Lord thus Humbly Dedicated By Your Lordships most Obliged And Humble Servant D'VRFEY Dramatis Personae Cocklebrain A half-witted Country-Gentleman whom his Wife rules and keeps in Town spending his Estate at Basset yet still bubbles him in hopes of Preferment Mr. Nokes Justice Grub. An old Peevish Country Justice an hater of the Town and its Fashions Mr. Leigh Lyonel A Well Bred Ingenious Gentleman who being hindred of his Mistress by the King fell distracted Mr. Montfort Clermont Longevile Bewford Basset-Players and Agents with Aurelia in the Bubling her Husband Mr. Kinaston Mr. Powel Mr. Bowman Toby Servant to Cocklebrain a sly Drolling Fellow that hates the Town and his Master's living there Mr. Ievon Sir Iasper Lost-all A foolish Knight that has lost all his Estate at Basset Mr. Fleaflint Sharpe Two Rooks at Basset Usher of the Black Rod. Mr. Powel Sen. WOMEN Aurelia Wife to Cocklebrain a Town-bred Jilt a great Basset-player Mrs. Bowtel Celia A Maid of Honour Mrs. Iordain Maria Woman to Aurelia Doctor Citizens Barber Dancers and Attendants SCENE The COURT in the Reign of Henry the Fourth PROLOGUE Spoken by Mr. JEVON A Poets Trade like Hazard does entice He 's the unlucky Caster you the Dice Constant ill Luck attends at every Throw You Criticks are like Fullhams high and low Yet 't is his Fate he can't give over so Like a young Wife just ready to Lie in That whines and cries I le ne're come to 't agen When th' danger 's past and pains forgotten all Altering his Voice Her Heart 's not broke She 'l venture 'tother Squawl To all new Plays like Towns besieg'd you come And each pert husfing Whipster throws a Bomb Whilst th' trembling Author all the Shot retains Of several Nations and their several Brains 'T is strange you Beaux at home should do such harm Pray find another Buda if you 'l Storm One good sound Battel would some Thought provoke For Brains are never seen till Heads are broke From Famous Fletcher's Hint this piece was made All Mirth and Droll not one reflection said For now-a-days poor Satyr hides his Head. No wholsom Ierk dares lash fantastick Youth You wits grow angry if you hear the Truth Old Fumble now may at Doll Commons strip Without being flagn'd by a

Marriage Blessing Man is the Shuttle and his Wife the Loom and so they weave themselves into a Knot that when 't is done they 'd hang themselves to unty I 'll to his Uncle presently and tell him all perhaps 't will stop his Journey and make him come and rail and beat my Mistress I 'd give my Wages to see 't done handsomely I 'll whet him I am resolved Exit SCENE III. Grub's House Enter Grub. Grub. There 's no good to be done upon this Fool my Kinsman so I 'll into the Country presently and leave him to the Fool 's Whip Misery Let me see I may recover 20 Miles to night Ho! Within there Some body call a Barber I 'll be shav'd first however I shall ride so much the lighter Call a Barber there Enter Lyonel How now Who have we here Lyon. Sir I have follow'd you in here Grub. So methinks Sir. Lyon. 'Pray what may I call your Name Grub. My Name Why my Name is Grub Sir. Lyon. Grub right you are a Mahometan Grub. The Devil I am Lyon. I know it but am secret Of what Faction are you What Party join you with Grub. Prithee I know no Factions nor Parties not I I am a plain Countrey Gentleman and am just going out of Town What a Devil does the Man mean Lyon. Then wear this Cross of White and where you see the li●e they are my Friends observe 'em well the Time is dangerous Grub. I 'll wear none of your Cross not I I know not what you mean. Lyon. Not know my meaning you may spare your Cunning Sir you can pick nothing out of this this Cross is nothing but a Cross a very Cross plain without Spell or Witch craft search it you may suspect Poison Powder or Wild-fire but you are mistaken Grub. Well Sir I see 't is a plain Cross what then What a Plague is this Fellow Lyon. Then do your worst I care not Tell the King as I am sure you will of all my Actions and so God save His Majesty This is no Treason Exit Grub. Tell the King What a strange odd whimsical Rogue is this But this Town is full of nothing else Nothing but Fools and Madmen throng the Streets I 'll get out on 't as soon as I can Come where 's the Barber Enter Barber Barber Here here Ready Sir. Grub. Come come away with 't quickly but d' ye hear Sirra Ha'n't you got the Itch now which your Town-Breeding would complement upon my Face Let 's see your Fingers Barber lathers him Barb. Oh Clear clear as a Sucking Infant Sir. Grub. A smooth-fac'd Rogue Sirra you are a Whore-Master Barb. A little given that way Sir but I want Money Grub. Alas poor Fellow 't is great Pity faith Claps his Cheek Barb. If I were a great Man Sir. Grub. You would keep a Whore and starve your Wife as they do Barb. Yes Sir. Grub. Very well Ha ha ha I have not met with a more honest Fellow a good handsome sleek Rascal too How many Bastards have you Friend Claps his Cheek Barb. Not very many Sir. I have only two at Nurse and another a coming Will your Worship be pleased to give me an old Shirt Grub. No you Dog I have a Kid of my own in the Countrey that must be serv'd first But my bonny Shaver you get your Living honestly I hope You are not given to Thieving Barb. To no Burglaries Sir they are troublesome But for the neat Conveyance of a Hand into a Pocket or so Grub. Hum 'T is as I said Thieves Fools and Madmen over-run this plaguy Town Would I were well a Horse-back Enter Toby Tob. Oh Sir undone undone all lost ruin'd Grub. How now What 's the Matter What is there a Fire ha Who 's there Toby Tob. Ay Ay Sir poor Toby undone utterly undone Grub. Be undone and be hang'd what a Devil dost fright me about it Pox I thought the Town had been a Fire Tob. Sir If ever you had any Respect for the Antient Family of the Cockle-brains to which that of the Grubs is Worshipfully join'd turn back to our House and beat my Mistress Grub. Prithee beat her thy self and be hang'd if thou hast a mind to 't Tob. 's Bud. Would I might I 'd strap her with a Vengeance Besides my Master is undone unless you go Sir. Grub. I 'll not come near him an extravagant Rascal he has not a peny of Money and I warrant his Land will be going e'er long Tob. 'T is going Sir 't is going now Grub. What 's that Is he going to Mortgage Tob. To sell Sir to sell 300 Acres are doom'd this night unless you stop it Sir. Grub. Give me my Hat and Gloves Starts off his Chair Barb. What is 't you mean Sir Grub. 300 Acres Oh intolerable Rogue I 'll be with him Gadzooks Barb. Why Sir your Beard is not half off Grub. Pox o' my Beard I 'll go with half a Nose to save 300 Acres Come along Toby Gad I 'll thrash him into Stubble but I 'll change him I am resolv'd on 't Exit Tob. Good Luck be with thee I ne'er had till now Half so much cause to bid God speed the Plough Exit ACT II. SCENE I. Discovers the Basset-Table Aurelia Clermont Longoville Bewford and other Gentlemen and Ladies sitting round at Play Winnall is dealing several are standing by and others walking about Acting the several Humours of Winners and Losers Enter Sharpe and Flea-flint Sharpe WELL What Times Flea-flint What purchase to night What Rate bears Money Hah Flea Pox not worth a Man's trouble I have lent but Three Eight and forties yet Sharp But you 'll draw so many Fifties I hope Flea Yes certainly I should hardly wait here else there 's no Pawn stirring neither not so much as a Table-Diamond nor my Lady 's Locket the Devil 's in 't I think this Trade will hardly find a Man Salt to his Radishes Prithee what News about Town Ned Sharp Why young Lyonel they say is mad Flea Mad Prithee for what Sharp It seems the King once parted him and his Mistress who was a rich Orphan intending to bestow her on his Favourite Grief for which Chance and her Inconstancy has since that time much distracted him and now in his mad Fit he conceits the King designs to hang him and trap him speaking Treason Flea Alas poor Lyonel Mad and mad for Love too Thou art a Miracle indeed Enter Lady Lost-all Sharp What Lady 's that Flea Sir Iasper Lost-alls's Lady one that 's so much in Love with her Coach that she 's hardly ever out on 't prithee let 's observe 'em I find by his fidgetting about the Bank has stript him Lady Well Sir Iasper I have told you of this a hundred times pray come away now I find your Money 's all gone by that sheepish Look of yours D' ye hear Pray let some body order my Coach to come to the Door You 'll never leave this

bespotted with your own lov'd Dirt in nasty Cloaths as you were us'd to do and to oblige you I will live so too Cockl. And 't will become ye well come the Day wears therefore make hast it shall be my Care to see your Stuff pack'd up Toby come Exit Cockle Tob. Ay ay Sir here am I Lord how she looks now Ex. Aur. It shall be my Care to gull you my wise Husband You shall stay and more than that intreat me too you shall have Honours presently Who 's there Enter Maria. Mar. Madam Aur. Prithee bring hither Pen Ink and Paper quickly Mar. 'T is ready Madam what 's the Matter Aur. Your Master will not stay in Town he says unless Preferment fall within an Hour Sits down and writes Mar. Let him command one of the City Gates the Mobile are mutinying or get him made a Constable and walk the Rounds at Midnight to catch Drunkards any thing that has Hurry in 't will please him Aur. No no I have it for him I have been prepar'd a good while for this Occasion and when the World shall see what I have done Let it not move the Spleen of any Wife to see me make an Asse of my dear Husband If they are Just and know well how to use a Woman then it were a Sin to wrong 'em but when they grow conceited of themselves and Ill performers then shew 'em no Mercy Here Carry this Letter to young Clermont and bid him and his Friends come hither instantly and do as I have order'd there Mar. It shall be done Madam A Duce take him I warrant he intends to pack us into the Country to weed his Barley or churn his Butter but we 'll churn him and make Butter of his Brains first here 's that will fit him Exit Aur. In the mean time I 'le go and dress my self In all the Country Cloaths I us'd before Not to be gone but make the Mirth the more Ex. Aurelia Re-enter Cockle-brain and Toby laden with Riding Equipage Cockl. Is all pack'd up Toby Tob. All all Sir there is no Tumbler runs through his Hoop with more dexterity than I about this Business 't is a Day that I have long'd to see Cockl. Come where 's my Boots Sits down Tob. Here here Sir and now y' are a made man. Cockl. Ay Toby now thou shalt know I can command my Wife Tob. I am glad to see it Sir. Cockle I do not love always to be made a Puppy Toby Tob. No Sir but yet methinks your Worship does not look right like a Country Gentleman Cockl. I will presently give me my tother Hat Tob. Here Sir. Cockl. So now my Jerkin Tob. Yes Sir. Cockl. On with it Toby thou and I will live so finely in the Countrey Toby and have such pleasant Walks into the Woods and then bring home Riding-Rods and Walking-Staves Tob. And I will carry 'em Sir and sturdy Sticks for the Children Cockl. So thou shalt and thou shalt do all oversee my Work-folks and at the Weeks End pay 'em all their Wages Tob. Yes Sir if your Worship gives me Money Cockl. Thou shalt eat Money Man. Tob. Beef Beef and 't like your Worship as for eating of Money let that alone Cockl. Give me my Trowzes and I will make my Wife thy Mistress look to her Dairy well and to her Landrey that we may have our Linnen clean on Sundays Tob. And Holydays Sir. Cockl. Ay and e'er we walk about the Grounds provide our Breakfast or she shall smoak I 'll make her a good Houswife she now shall make no Journey to her Sisters but live at home and feed her Poultrey fat and see her Maids in Bed before her and lock all the Doors Tob. Rare rare Sir Why this will be a Life for King and Queens Cockl. Come give me my Buff-Belt and Hanger Tob. 'T is done Sir. Cockl. So this is as it should be now my Gloves Tob. Here they are Sir. Cockl. A Riding-Rod now Come Tob. There 's nothing wanting Sir. Cockl. So so How dost thou like me now hah Tob. Exceeding well Sir Now your Worship looks just like your self A Man of Means and Credit so did your wise and famous Ancestors ride up and down to Fairs to cheapen Cattle Cockl. Go hasten your Mistress and make ready I long to be on Horse-back Tob. I 'll be ready in a Twinkling Sir never was Man so jocund ' ds heart I could dance all the way Ex. Toby Enter Clermont and Foot-man Cler. Who 's that Who 's that Friend Foot. I know not Sir I think it is my Master Cler. Who he that walks in Gray whisking his Riding-Rod Foot. Yes Sir 't is he Cler. 'T is he indeed and at all Points prepar'd for his new Journey Sirrah when I wink upon ye run out and tell the Gent. below 't is time Foot. I will Sir. Cler. Mr. Cockle-brain Good Morrow t' ye Cockl. The same to you Sir this is one of my Wife's Court Friends how simply he looks now to see me in this Dress My Wife 's within Sir but she 's busie Cler. As she pleases Sir my Business is now with you Cockl. With me Sir Your Pleasure Cler. 'T is reported Sir I know not whether by some Enemy malitiously that envies your great Merit and wou'd be ready to sow Discontents between his Majesty and you or truly which on my Faith I would be sorry for that you intend in haste to leave the Court. Cockl. Faith Sir within this half Hour Toby Tob. within Sir. Cockl. Is my Wife ready Tob. within Presently Sir. Cler. But Sir I needs must tell you as a Friend you should have taken your Journey privater for 't is already blaz'd about the Court. Cockl. Why Sir I hope 't is no Treason is 't Cler. 'T is true Sir but 't is grown the common Talk there 's no News else in Town and in the Presence all the Nobility and Gentry have nothing in their Mouths but only this That Mr. Cockle-brain that Noble Courtier is now departing hence Every Man's Face looks ghastly on his Fellows such a Sadness before this day I ne'er beheld at Court Mens Hearts begin to fail 'em when they hear it Cockl. Sir I had rather all their Hearts should fail 'em than I stay here untill my Purse fail me Cler. But yet you are a Subject and beware I charge you by the Love I bear to you how you do venture rashly on a Course to make your Soveraign jealous of your Deeds For Princes Jealousies where they love most Are quickly found but they are hardly lost Cockl. Sir I know not what you mean by this All the Love that I have found at Court is They have let me spend my Money there Cler. Have I not still profess'd my self your Friend Cockl. Yes yes You have all profess'd but you ne'er prov'd so yet Cler. Now Sir I will then because I see you are wise and give you thus much light into a Business

without you Lyon. Ha are not these my Cloaths Tob. Yes Sir you lent 'em me to make escape in Lyon. Here 's an impudent Rogue First rob me and then talks of making his escape Come strip sirra I 'le make an example of you Tob. Oh Lord strip Sir Lyon. Ay ay all off Rogue and presently or I will pound thee into Mortar Strips Toby Tob. Oh dear Toby What will become of thee Lyon. The Drawers too Rogue the Drawers Tob. The Drawers Why Sir I shall be naked for I 've but a half Shirt on Lyon. Sirra If you have but a half Breech on I 'le see what you have Tob. Oh the Devil 's in this Fellow I must run for 't he 'l flea me else Starts from him and runs out Lyon. Hah fled Why then like conquering Tamberlain I carry off the spoils Victoria Victoria Enter Grub. Phillida and Roger in tawdry new Cloaths Call Longo Bewford Grub. Wife be sure you hold up your Head now and primm it as you did one Sanday at Church in the Country when you put the Parson out of his Sermon with staring at you and let the Courtiers see you understand your self do you hear Phill. I warrant you Hubby let me alone for primming out Rog. This is a woundy gallant place an 't like your Worship There 's ne're a Chamber che ha gone through but is as big as our Town-Hall at Plowden an 't shall please you Grub. Peace peace the Door opens and two Gentlemen are coming this way Wife look to your Enter Longovil and Bewford self Roger be mannerly I 'le speak to ' em Save you Gentlemen belong you I beseech you to his Mighty Grace the Duke Long. We do Sir and are your Servants S'life What pretty Country Creature 's that Bewf. If there be any thing that we can serve you in to his Grace Sir be pleas'd to Command us Grub. Gentlemen both I thank you Roger your Hat under your Arm Sirra when did you hear such words before Wife hush Answer nothing let me alone with ' em Pray Gentlemen is it sit so mean a person as myself should desire the favour as that you would be pleas'd to help me to the Speech of the Great Duke your Master Longo Sir we shall be proud to serve you Pox on him what a Tone the Rogue has Bewf. Be pleas'd Sir to discuss your Business and your Name And we will presently inform him of ye Phill. O Iemini Roger I never heard such fine talk in my life why our Minister at home is nothing to ' em Rog. Ah thick Gentlemen would make a fool of him quick alack they are too vine to have much Religion in ' em Phill. Well well Roger I hope to be too fine myself too shortly Grub. Leave your chattering and be hang'd and don 't discover your Country breeding ye silly Baggage aside Gentlemen both my Name is Grub. Longo Grub. I cry you mercy Sir you are his Graces Kinsman if I mistake not Grub. Troth Gentlemen I think there may be a quart or two of his Graces Blood in me if I may be so bold Bewf. Sir no doubt but you have a gallon of it in you and we must all be yours his Graces Kinsman And we so much forgetful 't was a rudeness we must beg pardon for and beg the favour to welcome you to Town kess Grub. Grub. Your servant Sir they flabber confoundedly thô Rog. Oh Lord what do thick Men mean by Bussing my Master Bewf. Next Madam to you we humbly address our selves A Cherubim by this Light. aside They kiss Phillida Grub. This kissing is the worst Fashion in the Court would they would leave it off Come hither Wife whisper Longo 'T is He this is the Unkle I find it now dost hear Bewf. He must be preferr'd too Bewf. And so he shall if all the Art we have can make him noble I 'l dubb him with a Cuckoldom if his Wife will but join issue Longo Soft and fair Sir we must draw lots about that business Grub. Throw away that Pole and be hang'd What a devil dost think we are come to play a Hit at Quarter-staff we stand upon our preferment therefore take care of your Behaviour Booby Longo Wilt please you Sir to walk a turn or two here in th' Anti-chamber whilst to his Grace we make your coming known Grub. I thank you Sir I shall attend his pleasure Now Roger what think'st thou Is not this rare ha Ex. Long and Bewf. Rog. The Gentlevolkes are huge loving an 't like your Worship Godsdiggers I was afraid they would have Buss'd me too Phill. Oh dear Hubby le ts never go into the Country agen Foh methinks Plowden is such a stinking dunghil to this sweet place Grub. Odsooks the door opens now now hold up your Head and Primm be sure SCENE Discovers Cockle-brain seated with Aurelia Maria Longovile Clerimont Bewford Servants They place Grub and his Wife in a Chair Phill. Oh Iemmini Is that he Hubbi Grub. Ay Godsooks is it make a low Curtsy quickly ye Jade Most Gracious Duke my poor Bowing Spowse and my Self do kiss your mighty Boot and next to that the great Hand of your Dutchess ever wishing you Fame and Honor springing as your years Cockle Unkle you are welcome Clerm Pithy and short Longo And stately too I 'le assure you Bewf. Look look the old Gib-Cat is got down on 's Knees Grub. Oh! High and mighty Duke Your Graces Vassal far unworthy the nearness of your Blood Wife down on your Mari-bones She kneels Clerm I swear the prettiest Wench that e're I saw Bewf. Oh! is she so Sir Come come here are the Lots Longo Now Fortune They Draw. Bewf. Mine by Heav'n and you are to assist me Clerm We are so a pox take you Cockl. Unkle you must rise so must your Lady the charge of whom I give to my own dearest here Aur. Oh! how you Coxcombs shrugg and Ogle this new Face already 'T is well my fine Fops I shall have an hour for you too Aside Grub. Now Phill. now Phill. now or never little Phill. Cock. Well Unkle are you convinc'd yet of your old Error Grub. Oh Gracious Duke I was a very Rascal a Country Rogue I do beseech your Grace out of your mighty Bounty to lift up your Noble Foot and give me half a score good kicks Kick me my good Lord I beseech you do it Cockle No Unkle not so neither I remember you a little Familiar with me indeed Grub. Ah! Zoons I was bewitcht my Lord merely bewitcht I call'd your Mighty Grace Son of a Whore for which besides my begging pardon on my knees I was the Son of a Whore myself for my pains my Lord. Cockl. Well well 'T is all forgotten I know it was your zeal and therefore blot it from my memory have you according to my Orders resolved your self for Court and utterly renounced the slavish Country with all its Dirt and Care. Grub.