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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27322	The rover, or, The banish't cavaliers as it is acted at His Royal Highness the Duke's theatre.	Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.; Killigrew, Thomas, 1612-1683. Thomaso.	1677 (1677)	Wing B1763; ESTC R2712	62,525	90

PROLOGUE WItts like Physitians never can agree When of a different Societie And Rabels Drops were never more cry'd down By all the Learned Doctors of the Town Than a New Play whose Author is unknown Nor can those Doctors with more Malice sue And powerful Purses the discenting Few Than those with an Insulting Pride do raile At all who are not of their own Caball If a Young Poet hitt your Humour right You judg him then out of Revenge and Spight So amongst men there are Ridiculous Elves Who Monkeys hate for being too like themselves So that the reason of the grand debate Why Witt so oft is damn'd when good Plays take Is that you Censure as you love or hate Thus like a Learned Conclave Poets sit Catholique Iudges both of Sense and Wit And Damn or Save as they themselves think fit Yet those who to others faults are so severe Are not so perfect but themselves may Erre Some write Coract indeed but then the whole Bating their own Dull stuff i' th' Play is stole As Bees do suck from Flowers their Honey dew So they rob others striving to please you Some write their Characters Gentile and fine But then they do so Toyl for every line That what to you does Easie seem and Plain Is the hard Issue of their labouring Brain And some th' Effects of all their pains we see Is but to Mimick good Extemporie Others by long Converse about the Town Have Witt enough to write a Lew'd Lampoon But their chief skill lyes in a Bawdy Song In short the only Witt that 's now in Fashon Is but the gleenings of good Conversation As for the Author of this Coming Play I ask't him what he thought fit I shou'd say In thanks for your good Company to day He call'd me Fool and said it was well known You came not here for our sakes but your own New Plays are stuff'd with Witts and with Deboches That Crowd and sweat like Citts in May-Day Coaches Written by a Person of Quality Some Books printed this Year 1677. For Iohn Amery at the Peacock against St. Dunstan's Church in Fleet-street ADvice to Grand Jurors in cases of Blood Asserting from Law and Reason That at the Kings Suit in all cases where a Person by Law is to be indicted for killing of another person that the Indictment ought to be drawn for Murther and that the Grand Iury ought to find it Murther where the Evidence is that the party intended to be indicted had his hands in Blood and did kill the other Person By Zachary Babington Esq 8o. price 2 s. 6 d. The Country Iustice Containing the practice of the Justices of the Peace in and out of their Sessions with an Abridgment of all Statutes relating thereunto to this present Year 1677. By Michael Dalton Esq Fol. price bound 12 s. A Treatise of Testaments and last Wills fit to be understood by all Men that they may know whether whereof and how to make them Compiled out of the Laws Ecclesiastical Civil and Cannon as also out of the Common Laws Customs and Statutes of this Realm The fourth Edition with very large Additions By Henry Swynburne sometimes Judge of the Prerogative Court of York in large 4o. price bound 7 s. The Debaucheé or the Credulous Cuckold a Comedy Acted at His Highness the Duke's Theatre in 4o. price 1 s. Man without Passion or the Wise Stoick according to the Sentiments of Seneca written Originally in French by that great and Learned Philosopher Anthony Le Grand English't by G. R. printed 1675. 8o. price 2 s. 6 d. An Introduction to the History of England comprising the principal Affairs of this Land from its first planting to the comeing of the English Saxons Together with a Catalogue of the 76 British and Pictish Kings by D. D. Langhorne Printed 8o. price 2 s. The Actors Names Mr. Ievorne Don Antonio The Vice-Roy's Son Mr. Medburne Don Pedro A Noble Spaniard his Friend Mr. Betterton Belvile An English Colonel in Love with Florinda Mr. Smith Willmore The ROVER Mr. Crosbie Frederick An English Gentleman and Friend to Bel. and Fred. Mr. Underhill Blunt An English Country Gentleman Mr. Richards Stephano Servant to Don Pedro. Mr. Percivall Philippo Lucetta's Gallant Mr. Iohn Lee Sancho Pimp to Lucetta Biskey and Sebastian Two Bravo's to Angellica Officers and Souldiers Page To Don Antonio Women Mrs. Betterton Florinda Sister to Don Pedro. Mrs. Barrer Hellena A gay Young Woman design'd for a Nun and Sister to Florinda Mrs. Hughs Valeria A Kinswoman to Florinda Mrs. Gwin Angellica Bianca A Famous Courtizan Mrs. Leigh Moretta Her Woman Mrs. Norris Callis Governess to Florinda and Hellena Mrs. Gillo Lucetta A Jilting Wench Servants Other Masqueraders Men and Women The Scene NAPLES in Carnival time THE ROVER OR The Banish't Cavaliers ACT the First Scene the First A Chamber Enter Florinda and Hellena Flor. WHat an Impertinent thing is a Young Girl bred in a Nunnery How full of Questions Prithee no more Hellena I have told thee more than thou understand'st already Hell The more 's my grief I wou'd fain know as much as you which makes me so Inquisitive nor is 't enough I know you 'r a Lover unless you tell me too who 't is you sigh for Flor. When you 'r a Lover I 'le think you fit for a Secret of that Nature Hell 'T is true I never was a Lover yet but I begin to have a shrew'd guess what 't is to be so and fancy it very pretty to sigh and sing and blush and wish and dream and wish and long and wish to see the Man and when I do look pale and tremble just as you did when my Brother brought home the fine English Colonel to see you what do you call him Don Belvill Flor. Fye Hellena Hell That blush betrays you I am sure 't is so or is it Don Antonio the Vice-Roy's Son or perhaps the Rich Old Don Vincentio whom my Father designs you for a Husband why do you blush again Flor. With Indignation and how near soever my Father thinks I am to Marrying that hated Object I shall let him see I understand better what 's due to my Beauty Birth and Fortune and more to my Soul then to obey those unjust Commands Hell Now hang me if I don't love thee for that dear disobedience I love mischief strangely as most of our Sex do who are come to Love nothing else but tell me dear Florinda don't you love that fine Anglese for I vow next to loving him my self 't will please me most that you do so for he is so gay and so handsome Flor. Hellena a Maid design'd for a Nun ought not to be so Curious in a discourse of Love Hell And dost thou think that ever I 'le be a Nun or at least till I 'm so Old I 'm fit for nothing else Faith no Sister and that which makes me long to know whether you love Belvile is because I hope he has some

see there are Ladies in the World that will not be cruel there are Madam there are Hell And there be Men too as fine wild Inconstant Fellowes as your self there be Captain there be if you go to that now therefore I 'm resolv'd Will. Oh! Hell To see your Face no more Will. Oh! Hell Till to morrow Will. Egad you frighted me Hell Nor then neither unless you 'll swear never to see that Lady more Will. See her whe never to think of Woman kind again Hell Kneel and swear Kneels she gives him her hand Will. I do never to think to see to Love nor Lye with any but thy self Hell Kiss the Book Will. Oh most Religiously Kisses her hand Hell Now what a wicked Creature am I to damn a proper Fellow Call Madam I 'll stay no longer 't is e'ne dark To Flor. Flor. How ever Sir I 'll leave this with you that when I 'm gone you may repent the opportunity you have lost by your Modesty Gives him the Iewel which is her Picture and Ex. he gazes after her Will. 'T will be an Age till to Morrow and till then I will most impatiently expect you Adieu my Dear pretty Angell Ex. all the Women Belv. Ha! Florinda's Picture 't was she her self what a dull Dog was I I wou'd have given the World for one minuts discourse with her Fred. This comes of your modesty ah pox o' your vow 't was ten to one but we had lost the Jewel by 't Belv. Willmore the blessed'st opportunity lost Florinda Friends Florinda Will. Ah Rogue such black Eyes such a Face such a Mouth such Teeth and so much Witt Belv. All all and a Thousand Charmes besides Will. Why dost thou know her Belv. Know her Ay Ay and a pox take me with all my Heart for being Modest. Will. But hearkey Friend of mine are you my Rival and have I been only beating the Bush all this while Belv. I understand thee not I 'm mad see here Shews the Picture Will. Ha! whose Picture 's this 't is a fine Wench Fred. The Colonels Mrs. Sir Will. Oh oh here I thought ' thad been another prize come come a Bottle will set thee right again Gives the Picture back Belv. I am content to try and by that time 't will be late enough for our design Will. Agreed Love does all day the Soules great Empire keep But Wine at night Lulls the soft God asleep Exeunt SCENE the II. Lucetta's House Enter Blunt and Lucetta with a Light Luc. Now we are safe and free no fears of the coming home of my Old Jealous Husband which made me a little thoughtful when you came in first but now Love is all the business of my Soul Blunt I am transported pox on 't that I had but some fine things to say to her such as Lovers use I was a Fool not to learn of Fred. a little by heart before I came something I must say Aside ' Sheartlikins sweet Soul I am not us'd to Complement but I 'm an honest Gentleman and thy humble Servant Luc. I have nothing to pay for so great a Favour but such a Love as cannot but be great since at first sight of that sweet Face and Shape it made me your absolute Captive Blunt Kind heart how prettily she talks Egad I 'll shew her Husband a Spanish trick send him out of the World and Marry her she 's damnably in Love with me and will ne're mind Settlements and so there 's that sav'd Aside Luc. Well Sir I 'll go and undress me and be with you instantly Blunt Make hast then for adshartilikins dear Soul thou canst not guess at the pain of a longing Lover when his joys are drawn within the compass of a few Minuts Luc. You speak my sense and I 'l make hast to prove it Ex. Blunt 'T is a rare Girl and this one Nights enjoyment with her will be worth all the days I ever past in Essex wou'd she wou'd go with me into England tho' to say truth there 's plenty of Whores already But a Pox on 'em they are such Mercenary Prodigal Whores that they want such a one as this that 's Free and Generous to give 'em good Examples Whe what a house she has how rich and fine Sancho Sir my Lady has sent me to conduct you to her Chamber Enter Sancho Blunt Sir I shall be proud to follow here 's one of her Servants too ' Sheartlikins by this garb and gravity he might be a Justice of Peace in Essex and is but a Pimp here Exeunt The Scene Changes to a Chamber with an Alcove Bed in 't a Table c. Lucetta in Bed Enter Sancho and Blunt who takes the Candle of Sancho at the Door Sancho Sir my Commission reaches no farther Blunt Sir I 'll excuse your Complement what in Bed my sweet Mistress Luc. You see I still out-do you in kindness Blunt And thou shalt see what haste I 'l make to quit scores oh the luckiest Rogue He undresses himself Luc. Shou'd you be false or cruel now Blunt False ' Sheartlikins what dost thou take me for A Iew an insensible heathen a Pox of thy Old Jealous Husband an he were dead Egad sweet Soul it shou'd be none of my fault if I did not Marry thee Luc. It never shou'd be mine Blunt Good Soul I 'm the fortunatest Dog Luc. Are you not undest yet Blunt As much as my impatience will permit Goes towards the Bed in his shirt Drawers Luc. Hold Sir put out the Light it may betray us else Blunt Any thing I need no other Light but that of thine Eyes ' Sheartlikins there I think I had it Puts out the Candle the Bed descends he groaps about to find it Whe whe where am I got what not yet where are you sweetest ah the Rogue 's silent now a pretty Love-trick this how she 'l laugh at me anon you need not my dear Rogue you need not I 'm all on fire already come come now call me in pity Sure I'm Enchanted I have been round the Chamber and can find neither Woman nor Bed I lockt the Door I 'm sure she cannot go that way or if she cou'd the Bed cou'd not Enough enough my pretty wanton do not carry the jest too far ha Betraid Dogs Rogues Pimps help help Lights on a Trap and is let down Enter Lucetta Phillippo and Sancho with a Light Phill. Ha ha ha he 's dispatch finely Luc. Now Sir had I been Coy we had mist of this Booty Phill. Nay when I saw 't was a substantial Fool I was mollified but when you doat upon a Serenading Coxcomb upon a Face fine Cloaths and a Lute it makes me rage Luc. You know I was never guilty of that Folly my dear Phillippo but with your self but come let 's see what we have got by this Phill. A rich Coat Sword and Hat these Breeches too are well lin'd see here a Gold Watch a Purse ha Gold at least Two Hundred