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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A55542	The imposture defeated, or, A trick to cheat the devil a comedy, as it was acted by His Majesties servants, at the Theatre in Drury-lane.	Powell, George, 1658?-1714.	1698 (1698)	Wing P3051; ESTC R23302	34,396	57

had'st no time but what was in my Will I might have cut thy Brittle-Thread of Life the very moment that this deed was sign'd look there and see what time 's allowed thee and Curse thy self for thy unthinking folly Her May I believe my Eyes O wretched Fool how hast thou plunged thy self into perdition this was the fatal blow my heart presaged and this the wretched end of all my Joys O dismal Marriage night Unhappy Bridegroom must then thy Bridal Bed be Sulphurous flames and Fiends perform thy Hymencial rites instead of my Marcella's soft Embraces must I ashing Furies Clasp me in their Arms O thou great injur'd power I have Offended strike strike me to the Center and make my Soul as Mortal as my Body Art Leave off your Idle Prayers or by that power I serve and you are ty'd to Worship thou sha't not tread the Earth a moment longer Her Fiend thou li'st thou that not dare to touch me what power hadst thou to Buy or I to Sell that which was none of my own I had no Soul at my dispose for it was bought before bought at a Rate so high that the whole World weighs not a Grain of the vast price was paid for 't Art This will not save you since you have free-will and by that free will thus as'twas sign'd to me I do expect performance of the Deed. Her Shall the bare setting of my name condemn me how many Wretches in their Lust and Riots have made a gift seal'd firm with Imprications Wretches for Perjury and foul Extoration make by their Crimes a Deed as strong as mine Nay even the murderer whose purple stains fix to his Soul and mark it with Damnation and true Penitent Tears 't is Cleansed and Whiten'd for a brighter Being Art Fool I 'll not give thee Leisure to Repent nor sha't thou have a moment more to breath by all the Ashy Treasuries of death I have not power to stir what can this mean he bears some holy relick sure about him or he is fix'd on Consectared ground Come from that place Her No infernal never perhaps the ground is Sacred that I tread on if so I will not stir but rooted fast I 'll stand a Monument of true Devotion and here exprie in prayers Art Slave I 'll blast thee Her Thou art the Slave not I. A Sacred inspiration fills my Soul and bids me dare thy worst ha Let me think the very day on which my Father dy'd his Confessor Physition of his Soul come to me and delivered me a Paper which I have wore ever since next my heart My Son said he take this and when thou find'st thou art upon the very brink of ruin open that Paper and thou 'lt find inclos'd that which will make thy Enemies fly from thee now is the time I 'm just upon the Brink and here before me stands my greatest Enemy thus then I break the seal and thus unfold the Sacred mistery Art Tempest Lightning Thunder Plagues seize thy Marrow give me back the Contract Her No I will tear it to as many peices as thou hast ruin'd Souls Avant cursed Tempter hence to thy native Hell and howl in flames Art Perdition Furies why am I thus fool'd I shall be made the sport of every Fiend and hooted through each Region they will make me the very Owl of Hell to sculk in Corners and every meager Ghost will Chatter at me I cannot bear the thought Convulsions gnaw thee Aches contract thy Bones that thou may'st know As great a Plegue above as I shall find below Thunders and sinks Her 'T is done ' the Victory 's obtain'd at last and I will bravely keep the field I 've won I 'll fix to this Sacred standard on my heart and never fear success under this Banner Enter Duke Marcella Gusman Senior Gusman Junior Bond Pedro c. Duke Nephew have you got done your Contemplations you look more Gay and Lively than you did I do suppose it was your excess of Joy that over-power'd your Spirits Her I confess my breast is full of Joy O my Marcella forgive me that my Soul could harbour sadness upon this day but I 'll convince my Fair one that I had than as great a cause of Sorrow as now I have for Pleasure Marc. My dear Lord my Joy or Grief does all depend on you and when you 're Pleas'd I 'm Happy Duke See Nephew here 's more visitors to see you and one that has but newly found his Eyes he took a happy day to make his Peace in thee which at the intreaty of your Friend I have Granted Her Your Goodness makes me more your humble debtor my Friend I wish you Joy for I perceive a cheerfulness that says you have gained your wishes Gus. Iun. I have gained all I wish Gus. Sen. I have got my Estate again and now I want nothing but a longer Lease of Life that I might have time enough to spend it again Her Seignior Bond I hope you 'l live hereafter with more Justice believe me 't is the surest way to thrive There 's a small reckoning betwixt you and me but I forgive you freely Bond. Sir I thank and will make it my whole Life's study to deserve your Favour Her Now for thee honest Pedro. Ped. Good lack I was afraid you had forgot me 'T is a Plaguy trick you Courtiers have got never to Remember past services Duke Fear not Pedro I 'll see thee prefer'd Ped. I thank your Grace Duke Come Nephew seat your self and you his Friends the Masque has waited for us Her We attend your Grace They all sit The Sc●ne changes to a Beautiful Garden c. ENDIMION The Man in the Moon A MASQUE A Scene of Fountains ENDIMION Sleeping on a Bank Menalcas Dorus Damon Alexis with other Shepherds and some Shepherdesses are discover'd and some of them Dancing Men. COme Shepherds 't is Night and our Flocks are in Fold Come Dorus and Damon we 'll haste from the Cold. To Coridon's Cottage we 'll go There the Liquor does merrily flow Do. Stay Menalcas prethee stay Endimion us'd to come this way Let us for Endimion stay Cho. Let us for Endimion stay Dam. Endimion's Flocks all go astray Their Master strays as much as they For you Bright Moon Endimion sights For her he fondly pines and dies Pitty poor Endimion's pain Poor Endimion hopeless Swain Cho. Poor Endimion hopeless Swain Alex. Why should not a Lover This Whining give over Since nothing but sorrow it yields Dor. Rich Egon's Brown Daughter Has made my Mouth Water But by Pan not for her but her Flock and her Fields See yonder he lies Sleep closes his Eyes I 'll wake him Alex. No Dorus no let him alone I 'll wake him No Dorus no let him Sleep on Sleep is the Lovers only Ease By Sleep of quiets he pertakes Gay Dreams of Bliss his Fancy please But when they fly Dispair awakes To those short Ioys the Swain we 'll leave The only

the name of Goodness came he here Ped. Ah you French Dog let me come at him let me come at him Gun Iun. Hold hold a little Pedro Ped. A rogue I 'll talk with you presently Sirrah and here 's another old Rascal too that pretended himself blind and can see as well as I can Gus. Iun. How can you see Sir Lucy Yes that he can he own'd it to us ●ll just now I 'm resolv'd I will have some revenge however Bond. Indeed Sir I can't deny but I lost my Eyes to save some Money and if I had not found 'em again I had lost all Gus. Iun. Nay that you will however you are not ignorant what punishment the State has provided for Impostures Bond. Ay Sir I am too sensible of it but Sir pray one word in Private you have often pretended Love to my Daughter and I have as often rejected it I know you have an Interest in Seignior Hernando and he can do what he pleases with the Duke do but contrive that I may obtain Pardon for this offence and I will not only give you my Daughter with the Portion her Grandfather left her but I will freely surrender back to your Father the Mortgage of his Estate Gus. Iun. I must confess you 've touch'd me now indeed where is your Daughter Bond. Peter run break open my Daughters Chamber door bid her come hither presently Exit Peter That admirable Mother-in-Law lock'd her up I suppose with a design to rob me murder her and so march off with her charming Monsieur there Enter Serena Ser. O my dear Gusman Gus. Iun. My beloved Serena now Sir your promise give this Jewel to me and I 'll engage your Pardon from the Duke Bond. I do it with more pleasure than I shall take to see those two I●satiate Devils walk to the Gallows together Seren. My Dear let me intreat my Mother's Pardon tho she be ill she is kin to me Gu● Iun. Canst thou ask any thing and be deny'd● she shall not suffer but must be conte●ted to end her days in some Religious House Lucy Where I will spend my time in Cursing you Gus. Iun. But for this fellow he shall have pleasure to tug an Oar the Gallies want such Vermin look to him Officers Exit led off Ped. Pray Sir let me have the Charge of him I 'll hang for him if he escapes me Gus. Iun. Sir Sir how can you sleep midst so much Joy Sir Sir Gus. Se● Let me alone I am resolv'd never to wake till you give me my Lands again Gus. Iun. You have 'em Sir pray wake G●s. Sen. Cud's me and so I have who 's there Iemmy prithee how cam'st thou here and such a Crow'd about thee Heyday with thy Mi●●ress too what art thou Married Iemmy Gus. Iun. We are joyn'd by Heaven and by her Father Sir and now desire your Blessing Gus. Sen. Heav'n bless thee But don 't forget the 200 l. a year Iemmy Gus. Iun. You will have no occasion for it Sir your own Estate will be surrender'd you Gus. Sen. How my own Estate what my 1500 a year Bond. Ay marry shall it Sir here 's my hand for 't Gus. Sen. Why then Heaven send thee thy Eyes again Bond. I never was without 'em make me thankful Gus. Sen. Nay nay thou wer 't always a cheating Rogue that I must needs say for thee Gus. Iun. Come my Serena now I 'm truly Blest let 's to the Priest and when our hands are joyn'd I 'll to my Friend and get thy Father's Pardon This is the happiest day of all my Life Bond. And mine thank Heav'n for I have lost my Wife Ex. omnes The End of the Fourth ACT. ACT V. SCENE I. SCENE a Garden Enter Hernando Her THe Court is full of Joy Mirth flows about Masques are prepar'd and every one seems Happy but I who ought to have the largest share sit like a sullen Fiend 'mongst Choirs of Angels as if I envied 'em their vast delight what can this mean my Soul is on the Rack and yet I cannot give a reason for it Where are those mighty pleasures I propos'd in the Embraces of the Charming Bride they 're vanish'd I have lost the glittering dream and walk to Horror and Eternal Darkness Lightning from under the Stage and a Fiery Figure ●lies up Ha! what was that something went glazing by me it had the Form of Artan wrap'd in Fire Oh that cursed Fiend 't is he disturbs my Joys that fatal Contract ruins soul and body what have I done why why did I marry why have I made the Innocent Mercella a wretched partner in my World of woes see where she comes that pretty blooming Flower whom I pluck'd untimely from the stalk and now 't will drop and perish Enter Marcella Marc. My dear Love why have you le●t the Company so strangely why when the Court seems nothing but delight when every one is wrapt in Joy and Pleasure do you the happy cause of all our Transports fly thence as if you envied us the blessing Her Why dost thou wrong me by my Love I swear I have no Content but what is placed in the● and sure hereafter I shall find no pleasure greater then I possess in these dear Arms. Marc. Pray do not flatter me you cannot Love me and be thus sad upon your Wedding day may be you are troubled that you are matched so high and think perhaps my birth will make me proud indeed I 'll be a very humble Wife or if you think I marry not for Love but only in Obedience to my Uncle I will convince you by such tender proofs you shall acknowledge none can Love beyond me Her Otender Innocence I do not doubt thee I know thy Beauty cannot shrowd a falshood where is my Royal Uncle Marc. In the Garden viewing the Fountains that are newly made and waits for you to see ' em Her I 'll go with you O my Marcella prithee do not chide me There 's something troubles me a heavy load lies on my heart but by thy Charming self I cannot guess from whence the cause proceeds unless the sudden Joy I find in thee has overpowered my Spirits As they are going off Artan rises in a horrid shape Her starts back Marc. Why do you start my Love and tremble thus What is 't your Eyes are fixt on Her I had forgot I cannot go with you 't is near the hour I am to make a great account with Heaven and sollitude is fittest for Devotion that done you shall behold me full of Joy or everlasting Sorrow prithee leave me Marc. I know my duty and I will obey you But stay not long Exit Marc. Her Not long unless for ever Tell me thou Gorgeon that has made me stone whence or what art thou Art Artan Her No. Art The same Her Why com'st thou Art To inform thee this moment is thy last You must with me Her My time 's not yet expired Art Deluded Fool thou