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A27334	The younger brother, or, The amorous jilt a comedy : acted at the Theatre Royal by His Majesty's servants / written by the late ingenious Mrs. A. Behn ; with some account of her life.	Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.; Gildon, Charles, 1665-1724.	1696 (1696)	Wing B1778; ESTC R4166	50,636	76

his Notion Sir Merl. Why Aunt I say a Rake-hell is your only Man of Beavery he slights all the Force of Fortune and sticks at no Hazard Plays away his hundred pounds at sight pays a Ladies Bill at sight drinks his Bottle without Equivocation and sights his Man without any provocation Sir Row Nay then Mr. Rogue I 'll be sworn thou art none Come Sir will you fight Sir will you fight Sir Ha! Draws his Sword Sir Merl. Fight Sir fight Sir Sir Row Yes fight Sir Come spare your Prayers to the Three Fata sisters and cut my Thread thy self thou Graceless Reprobate Rascal Come come on you Man of Bravery Runs at Sir Merlin 〈◊〉 retires before him Sir Morgan holds Sir Rowland Sir Merl. Oh good Sir hold I recant Sir I recant Sir Rowl putting up Well I 'm satisfied thou ' It make no good ●●●e hell in this Point whatever you will in the others And since N●t●●e ha● made thee a Coward Inclination a Coxcomb I 'le take care to make thee a Beggar and so thou shalt be a Rake-hell but in Will I 'le disinherit thee I will Villain La. Blun. What disinherit your Eldest Son Brother Sir Merl. Ay Aunt his very Heir Apparent Aunt to show you h●● the Old Gentleman has mis-represented us Give me leave to present y●● a Dance I provided to Entertain your Son with in which is represent●● all the Beauties of our Lives D. Blun. Oh! by all means Cousen by all means Sir Mark What hoa Roger bring in the Dancers Here the Dance representing Rake-hells Constable watch c. Enter Phillip Phil. Sir who do's your Worship think is a●ri●'d Sir Row My Son George I hope come in the Nick. Phil. Even so Sir from Paris Exit Sir Rowl The Prodigal Return'd then Kill the ●●tt●d Calf Enter George Drest like a Prentice My own dear Boy thou art welcome to my Kneels Arms as e●●e thy Mother was for whose dear sake I pardon all thy Follies Sir Merl. aside Ay Sir I had a Mother too or I 'm bely'd weeping Pox take him that he should come just in the Nick as the Old Fellow says aside Sir Row Yes you had a Mother Whom in my Youth I was compel'd to Marry and Gad I think I got thee with as ill a will but George and my Olivia In heart of Love when my desire was Now. But hark ye Boy George you have cost me a damn'd deal of Mony Surrah but you shall Marry and Redeem all George Geo. What you please Sir to study Virtue Duty and Allegience shall be my future business ●●r ●●w Well said George Here 's a Boy now Sir Merl. Vertue and Allegiance Lord Lord how came so sneaking I follow to spend Five Thousand Pounds of his Masters Cash Sir Row She 's Rich George but something homely Geo. She 'll not be Proud then Sir Sir Row Not much of her Beauty she's of a good staid Age too about same fourscore Geo. Better still Sir I shall not fear Cuckoldom Sir ●ow For that I cannot Answer but she has two Thousand a year 〈◊〉 to settle my Family and then Marry my self George 〈◊〉 Blun. What to this old Ladies Grand-daughter Methinks she's 〈◊〉 ●it for your Son Sir Merlin and the Old Lady for you Sir Row No no the Young Rogues can help themselves with Mistresses but 't is well if an old man can keep his Wife to himself I 've invited 'em to Dinner to day and see they are come Enter Lady Youthly led by her Chaplin and leaning on a Staff and Terelia La. Youth Where 's Sir Rowland Marteen Oh your Servant Sir I am come Runs against George Ch●p Your Ladyship is mistaken this is not Sir Rowland but a Handsome proper Young Man La. Youth A young man I cry you mercy heartily young man I a lighted in the Sun and am almost Blind Geo. With wonderous Old Age. a side La. You. Good lack Sir Rowland that I shou'd mistaken young man so Sir Row Ay Madam and such a young man too La. ●●uth Ay ay I see him now Puts on her Specticles Geo. S●d●●th what a Sepulcher is here to bury a Husband in How came she to escape the Hood for sure she was not born since aside Sir Row This is the lusty lad my Son George I told your Ladyship of La. Youth Got so cot so is it so Sir I ask your Pardon Sir Mr. Twang take a survey of him and give me your Opinion of his Person and his Parts Twang Truly Madam the young Man is of a comly Personage and Lineaments La. Youth Of what Sir Lord I have such a Cold. Cough's Geo. Which she got when the ●ick●s went Naked L. Blun. Madam you have a Power over Sir Rowland Pray intreat him ●o take his Son Sir Merlin into Grace again To Teresia Tere. That Sir you must grant me pray let me know the Quarrel Sir Rowland seems to tell Geo. By Heaven she 's Fair as the first Ruddy Streakes of Opening Day Looking on Teresia Young as the Budding Rose soft as a Cupid but never felt his Dart she is so full of Life and Gayity Pray Madam who is that Lady To La. Blun. La. Blun. The Grand Child of your Mistress and your Mother that must be Geo. Then I shall Cuckhold my Father that 's certain aside Sir Rowl For your sake Madam once again I re-establish him in my Family but the first fault Cashier's him Come let 's in here my Lady Youthly take George by the Hand but have a care of the young Rogue if he comes once to touch so Brisk a Widow he sets her Heart on Fire Geo. Which will burn like a snuff of a Candle No Body will be able to endure it aside So Fortune I see provides for me On this Hand Wealth on that young Pleasures Lye He ne're wants these who has that Kind Supply The End of the First Act. ACT II. SCENE I. Enter Sir Rowland Teresia and Lady Youthly c. L. Yo●t● W●ll Sir Rowland if I should be inclin'd to cast away my self on your Son George what wou'd you settle Sir Row Settle not a souse Madam he carries the best Younger Brothers Fortune in Christendom about him L. Youth Why the Young Man's deserving I confess But he 's your Sun Sir Rowland and something ought to be settled upon the Heirs of our Bodies Lawfully begotten Sir Row aside All Hercules his Labours were a Jigg to his that shall beget ' em Sir Rowland If you like him upon these terms to make him Master of your Fortune L. Youth For that let him trust to me and his own deservings Sir Row No trusting in these Fickle Times Madam Why I 'll let the young sturdy Rogue out to Hire he 'll make a pretty Lively-hood at Journey work and shall a Master-Workman a Husband deserve nothing L. Youth Ay these Husbands that know their own Strength as they say set so high a Value on their Conjugal Vertues And if he

young ha●dsom Sir where are you Calls Olivia Geo. Do you hear that Sir Man Oh are you here Runs against Olivia Oliv. Slife 't is Manage how shall I escape Aside Man Come Sir my Lady Mirtilla has dismist her troublesom Lovers for your more agreeable Company Geo. Do hear that Sir Man Come softly on Sir and follow me Oliv. I 'm all Obedience She cannot Ravish me and that 's a Comfort Aside going out Prince Oh Lejere can this be possible Can there be such a Woman Geo. Follow him Sir and see Prince See what Be witness of her Infamy Hell Hell and all the Fires of Lust possess her when she 's so old and lewd all Mankind shun her I ll be a Coward in my own di●e Revenge and use no manly Mercy But oh I faint I faint with Rage and Love which like two meeting Tydes swell into Storms Bear me a minute to my Couch within Geo. What have I done now I repent my Rashness Scene draws off discovers Mirtilla at her Toylet drest Enter Manage leading Olivia in as Endymion who falls at Mirtilla 's feet whilst she 's there sings a Song she takes him up Mir. Rise When Lovers are alone they pardon Ceremony I sent for you to end the Night with me say how shall we imploy it Oliv. I 'll sigh and gaze upon your lovely Face Mir. Nothing but sigh and gaze we shall grow dull Oliv. I 'll tell you Tales of Love and sing you Songs Mir. Thy Voice 't is true can charm a thousand ways but Lovers time their Joys these for the Day those for the lovely Night And when they would be silently in love have Musick of soft Sighs and gentler Whispers Oliv. Oh Love inspires all this What shall I do Aside Mir. Nay think not because I sent for you alone while Night and Silence favour Lovers Stealths to take advantage of my yielding Heart Oliv. I wou'd to Heaven she were in earnest now A Noise Enter Manage Man Oh hide your Favourite Madam do you hear Mir. A jealous Lover only comes in such a Storm Dear to my Heart whose safety is my Life Submit to be conceal'd but where Oh heavens he comes 'T is for you I fear They search for a place Man He comes Mir. Here let my Train secure you Till now I never found the right Use of long Trains and Farthingals She kneels Man puts her Train over Olivia Enter Prince and George at the Door Geo. 'Sdeath you have made these Pauses and Alarms to give her time to Jilt you Prince Pray heaven she do I 'd not be undeceiv'd for all the Sun surveys Enter● Mir. My Lord the Prince now you are kind indeed Go●s and embrace him hah what means this Unc●●cern Prince I thoug●t 〈◊〉 left you sick extreamly sick Mir. And are you●g lov'd to find my Health return Prince No wondrous glad of it You 're mighty Gay Mirtilla much in Glory Mir. Can he who lays his Fortune at my Feet think me too glorious for his Arms and Eyes Geo. Fifty to one the Gyps● ji●s him yet Aside Prince Pray heaven she lyes but handsomly Aside for mine Mirtilla Ha ha Mir. Am I not yours You cannot doubt my Vows Geo. She 'll do 't and make me love her anew for her rare dexterity at dissembling Prince I left you wearied going to your Bed but find you at your Toylet gayly drest● is if some Conquest you design'd e'er morning Mir. Ma●●●● Sir from the Fire secur'd these Trifles and I was trying several Dresse●on that this slight Beauty that you say has charm'd you might when yo● s●● it next compleat the Conquest Geo. And that thou wilt if Flattery can do 't Prince Now were she guilty as I am sure she is not this softness would undo me and appease me Mir. You seem as if you doubted what I say This while Oliv. gets off uns●en By all the Powers Prince H●●d I scorn to need an Oath to six my Faith Oh! thou art all Divine and canst not err Embraces her Curs'd be the Tongue that da●es profane thy Vertue and curs'd the listning Fool that dares believe it Geo. What a poor wretched baflled thing is Man by feebler Woman aw'd and made a Coxcomb Mir. Durst any one traduce my Vertue Sir and is it possible that you could hear it Then perish all the Beauties you have flatter'd Tears her Head-things Prince Come to my Arms thou Charmer of my Soul and if one spark of Jealousie remain one of those precious Tears shall quench the C●ime Oh come and let me lead thee to thy Bed and breathe new Vows into thy panting Bosom Leads her off she looks back on Geo and smiles Geo. Now all the Plagues of injur'd Lovers wreck thee 'Sdeath where has she hid Olivia or how am I deceiv'd 'T is Day and with it new Invention rise to damn this Woman to the sin of Shame Break all the Chains that hold the Princely Youth and sink her with her fancy'd Pow'r and Vanity Exit Scene changes to Lady Youthly ' s. Enter Sir Rowland half drest Lady Blunder in an Undress Lady Youthly in her morning-dress Teresia and Mr. Twang Sir Row Morrow my Lady Youthly and thank you for my Nights Lodging You are as early up as if it had been your Wedding-day L. You. Truly Sir Rowland that I intend Sir Row But where 's the Bridegroom Madam Enter Roger. how now Roger what no news yet of George R●g Alas none Sir none till the Rubbish be removed Sir Row Rubbish What what is George become the Rubbish of the World then Weeps Twang Why Man is but dust as a man may say Sir L. Blun. But are you sure Roger my Jewel my Sir Moggy escap'd Rog. The Watch drew him out of the Cellar-window Madam L. You. How Mr. Twang the Young Gentleman burnt Oh falls in a Chair Tire Alas my Grandmother faints with your ill News Good Sir Rowland comfort her and dry your Eyes Sir Row Burnt Madam No no only the House fell on him or so Feigns Chearfulness and speaks to Lady Youthly La. You. How the House fell on him Oh! Sir Row Ah Madam that 's all why the young Rogue has a Back like an Elephant 't will bear a Castle Madam La. You. Alas good Man What a Mercy 't is Mr. Twang to have a Back like an Elephant La. Blun. Of what wonderful Use it is upon Occasion Sir Row Ay but but I shall never see him more Back nor Breast Weeps Twang Good Sir discomfort not my Lady Consider man 's a flower Sir Row Ay but George was such a Flower He was Mr. Twang he was the very Pink of Prentices Ah! what a rare Rampant Lord Mayor he wou'd have made And what a Swinging Sheriff Cries Tere. What cry so near your Wedding-day Sir Rowland Sir Row Well if he be gone Peace be with him and ' Ifaks Sweet-heart we 'll Marry and beget new Sons and Daughters but but I shall ne'er beget