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A36653
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The mistaken husband a comedie, as it is acted by His Majesties servants at the Theatre-Royall / by a person of quality.
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Dryden, John, 1631-1700.
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1675
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Wing D2318; ESTC R18617
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instantly I have a Warrant here will do 't from thence Home to your Father-in-Laws Mr. Man As speedy as you can for I am Much out of Love with this fashion of ruffle Cuffs They go out SCEN. II. Learcuts House Learcut Day light 's shut in and yet my doors are open Here has been good House-keeping I warrant you Since my departure meat Usher'd up with Musick And all the Parish have been in the bottom o th' Cellar I 'le shut the door and steal in softly To discry the behaviour of my Family He goes out SCENE Isbel affrighted and Thomas holding his Breeches Isb. O Lord Thomas shift for your self Tho. Is death such an excellent Cure for the Gout he can walk Now. Up to my Mrs. quickly Isbel she can say prayers Isb. If he had been a mannerly Ghost he would never have Disturb'd us Tho. This comes of not making Love in the day time then There 's ne'er a Spirit of eâ—m all dares shew his face To them Learcut Isb. Oh! he comes again Lear. What do you fear Why do you shun me thus Tho. and Isb. run out I am not Pestilential nor Leaprous Gone without answering is this House mine Sure I'm on Ship-board yet my giddy brains Have play'd the Carpenters and built these Houses Now me thinks some body knocks at door One knocks And now methinks I open it He opens the door To him Drawer And now my thinks here is a boy I cannot dream All this what would you have boy Draw I should speak with Mr. Manly Sir Lear. Me thinks he speaks too Draw He bid my Master send in his Bill to Night and I have brought it Lear. What is thy Master boy Draw A Vintner Sir Lear. Hey day My years store exhausted in two dares I 'le examine this boy farther For what Wine is 't boy Draw For the Burnt-Clarret Sir at Mr. Learcuts Funeral Lear. Ha boy is he buried if he be they have not laid weight enough on him to keep him under ground for I am he boy Draw Ha is the Devil so well pleas'd at a Usurers Burial that he comes in person to defray the charges bless me I see his Cloven foot now sure he cannot run as fast with that as I with mine Runs out Lear. How now the boy is fled too it seems then I am dead and buried and bring my own Ghost to fright 'em this is very pretty I have a fine Daughter in the mean time that this conspires against me well I will prosecute my adventure and since you have made me an Inhabitant of the lower Region I 'le ramble through every Room and play some fair Tricks among you Exit SCEN. The Street Vnderwit Salteel and Boatswain Vnderw Sir I beseech you check these swelling Torrents of my amazement lest the Lawless Flood pull up my sences by the roots Why do you deny to accept that duty you have hitherto smil'd on when e're I tender'd Salt Can you pardon my Usurpation of your bended knees When you shall know that I am not your Father Vnder. It is a knowledge I should never thirst after But with more fervent prayers wish I may Continue in an ignorance I doat on Yet if it be your will to cast me off I shall submit to it and who ' ere You turn me over for a Son unto My thoughts shall still acknowledge you my Father Salt Some Five and twenty Years are past since setting forth A Ship for the Bermudas and employing My Agents people commonly called Spirits To furnish me for my Plantation With such as were to inhabit it one of 'em Brought you unto me in your Nurses armes I Shipt you both with me your Foster Mother Dyed in the Voyage of a Calenture Seeing you destitute and with my self Considering I had made you so my heart Immediately was fill'd with Love and Pitty I carefully provided for your health And when you were ripe for generous education You wanted not what I could help you to Vnderw You have by this astonishment given me occasion To be inquisitive pray be not offended If I ask why till now you neer disclos'd This weighty secret to me Salt I was so proud of you That I resolv'd no man should lay claim to you Unless my self you may remember I With swelling eyes upon your Cheeks did leave My parting Tears in Holland where I last left you You know I then was a Captain of a Ship I' th Fleet bound for Brazile in the States service When a stout Turkish Squadron master'd them Then were we Fettered all and sent to Algier Where we were us'd with utmost Barbarisme Then penitence instructed my moist eyes To wash my sins in Tears I did so vowing If I ever were free as far as possible To make you reparation gentle Heaven Having a care of you preserved me For about six months since I was redeemed Mongst others by the Publique Charity We now wear the accomplishment of my penitence For to some House adjacent y' are indebted For your birth your father will be easier found And when we know him Hee 'l make no scruple to acknowledge you After he views the Evidence I bring with me But we burn day-light and defer your blessing Let us enquire Boat Hear are discoveries More worth the Note then those of the new World They go out The SCENE Learcut's House Mrs. Manly Isbel and Thomas Mrs. Manly Have you leapt out of your Senses Are you possess'd Isb. Sweet Mrs. send for a Cunning Man Tho. Good Mrs. Isbel hide me under your Petticoats that the Divel may not find me they say he dares not peep under a Maids Coat Isb. Are you Lunatick Mrs. Man What strange Monster have your fancies been brought to Bed of Isb. O Lord Mrs. he leapt in the Key-hole he has got Firebrands instead of eyes Tho. I and he draws a great Chain after him Isb. Is not the Monkey broke loose Tho. I will believe now Now he 's playing his pranks in the Kitchin hee 'l be in the Closset among Clatering among the Pewter Your Sweetmeats and glasses presently Mrs. Manly What should that noise be tro Isb. Ten to one but the Cats are shewing Christmas gambals To them Learcut Tho. Do I speak truth yet good Spirit do not pick my bones I am but lean and not food good enough for an old Divel Isb. Spare me I beseech you good Mr. Belzebub Laercut Fear not t' approach me for I am yet alive rumour was somewhat too hasty to kill me and some of my friends over pious to bury me before I was cold but I forgive all Isb. What Miracle's this The Emblem of an Apostate The Spirit tun'd flesh Mrs. Man embraces Mr. Learcut Tho. This is comfortable News I 'm sure it makes the Spirits return to my flesh Isb. I 'm afraid still prithee Thomas Chear me up To them Hazard and Manly Haz. Madam I now at length present him to you whose shadow I did represent Brings Manly to