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truth_n	christian_a	good_a	great_a	1,012	4	2.0712	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27551	The revenge, or, A match in Newgate a comedy, as it was acted at the Dukes Theatre.	Betterton, Thomas, 1635?-1710.; Marston, John, 1575?-1634.	1680 (1680)	Wing B2084; ESTC R10849	52,757	74

therefore have a righteous Stomach for you perhaps may sup in Heaven to morrow Dash Alas Sin I have no stomach to it at all Sir please you to take my Trencher I never eat at night Mrs. Dash Ah Husband I little thought you shou'd have had need to have thought of Heaven so soon oh had you been hang'd deservedly 't wou'd ne're have troubled me for there 's many an innocent man has been hang'd deserv'dly but to be cast away for nothing oh oh bawls Trick Comfort your self good Mistris moderate Grief is decent you 'l shortly be a Widow and I 'm a Batchelor I 'll come and visit ye and give you Christian consolation Mrs. Dash Ah Sir you shall be heartily welcome and pray make haste oh oh crying still Dash Well I do here make my Confession before all good Christian People and do declare that if I owe any man any thing I do heartily forgive him Sir Joh. In truth Religiously spoken Whe this is something Da. But but if any manowes me any thing let him pay my Wife Sir Joh. A good reason too y faith Da. There are the Writings of that Rogue 's Estate who has brought me to this untimely End dear Writings to me God knows Mrs. Dash Where had you these Dash I took 'em out yesterday thinking to have carry'd 'em to my Lawyers in order to taking the forfeiture of 'em now thou may'st do 't Mrs. Da. Ay ay Husband I 'll warrant'ye I shall be diligent Dash And now good Yoke-fellow take leave of thy honest and true Dashet weeping Mrs. Dash No Husband an 't please the Lord I 'll not leave you now I 'll see you hang'd first cryes Trick Hah my writings now for a trick of dexterity to retrieve those and I 'm a man again aside but Brother you must remember your sins too and iniquities you must consider you have been a Broacher of prophane Vessels you have made us drunk with the juice of the Whore of Babylon for whereas good Ale Perry Syder and Metheglin were the true Ancient British and Trojan Drinks you have brought in Popery meer Popery French and Spanish Wines to the subversion staggering and overthrowing of many a good Protestant Christian oh remember the Sins of the Cellar beloved the Mid-night sins that have been unsavoury to the tasts of your Customers when you put the change upon 'em remember your double scorings and long Bills ah remember your long Bills this while he picks Mrs. Dashets pocket of the Writings Well This is that Rogue Trickwell aside Dash Ah! I confess I confess and forgive cryes has any heard of one Trickwell Trick Trickwell yes I know him well a very honest Religious man and an unright Dealer with his Neighbours and their Wives speak well of him Dash I 'll take it upon my Death he 's the cause of my hanging but I heartily forgive him and if he wou'd but yet come forth and save me I wou'd set him free from the Law and discharge him for injuring me Well And wou'd you from the bottom of your Soul forgive him all his cheats and Rogueries Dash I wou'd and be bound in a thousand pound Bond to save him from the Law ah but 't is impossible cryes Well Why look ye Sir behold your worshipful Friend and humble Servant Thomas Trickwell Trick Hah discovered by Mr. Wellman Dash Trickwell Well Now bawling Mr. Dashet Dash Who wou'd have look't for a Wolf in Sheeps cloathing or a Knave in a Parson's Gown Trick No railing Dashet if you do I 'l swear against you yet Dash Ay do and damn your Soul Trick What with a little Perjury the Lord have Mercy on our Age then No no Sir I 'll retrieve you from the Gallows but as for your Goods and Moneys it must go towards the use of my two hundred pound a year which you have kept me from this two years and of which now thanks to my Dexterity I stand again possest shows the Writings Dash How my Writings gone Trick Thank God you 're so rid of them for I had been an eternal Rent charge upon you else if I had not hang'd you you know you had 'em for a little damn'd ballderdash Wine Dash Well I 'de better loose my Writings than my Life Well Hold Trickwell yonder Woman I have been oblig'd to and you have had Relief from no Writings nor Pardon under marrying Mrs. May here pointing to Dunwel Trick Lord Sir what a Bawd Well The better Sirrah she has a good Calling then when all fails Dun. Gods Blessing of your heart Sir Well No grumbling do 't or I 'le deliver remember Sirrah how you used my Mistress last night and had the Impudence to rival me aside to him Trick Well Sir of two Evils I 'll chuse this give me thy hand Moll thou 'st been a loving Soul I must confess Dash So there 's some Revenge I cou'd even cry for Joy now Mrs. Dash And so cou'd I too if I knew for what Enter Sir Lyonel Sir Ly. Here where 's Mr. Friendly here 's your Reprieve Sir Hah Marinda and Diana Dia. Yet with their Husbands Sir Sir Ly. How How hah Mr. Wellman alive and with Mr. Friendly God bless ye God bless ye all I 'm glad on 't Sir Joh. Ay Sir and I am maryed to this Lady Sir Ly. I 'm glad of that too Enter Keeper with a Reprieve Here Mrs. Betty where are you Here 's a Reprieve come for you Betty Hah a Reprieve What Devil ow'd me this malicious Spight a Reprieve dam thee thou ill thou ominous looking Dog ever the Messenger of Hellish Tidings Oh! I cou'd tear thy hated Tongue out Rogue beats him Sham. Nay dear better be patient and if we must part Betty Art thou turn'd cruel too and preachest Patience Patience with Life no I defie my Fate Scorning to live without thee thou shalt see I 'll find a thousand ways to dye with thee Led weeping with Sham. out Sir Ly. By ' th Mass a hearty Wench I 'll warrant her but come let 's away good Boys let 's home and Dance but first give Money to these poor Wretches Throws his long Purse amongst ' em From this dire place many to Death have gone But to be marry'd very rarely one FINIS

she may be very willing to part with me or else poor thing t will grieve me to disappoint her Well I 'll warrant you for doing that and clearing this Lady and securing you a Portion Sir Joh. E Gad and I 'm a Man made then come along thou shalt have a handsom Reward for thy Pains too Exeunt SCENE Sir Lyonel's House Two Chairs a Table Enter Marinda and Diana and Maid Mar. But Sister is 't a Sin to hang one's self Is it a Crime to dye when Life 's a Torment Methinks Heaven shou'd forgive it Dia. Prethee leave these Disputes ye make me sad A Humour that I hate and yet for Friendly I 've try'd to weep and sigh and have attain'd to 't With very much adoe Mar. Oh thou art happy wou'd I were unconcern'd An even brutal Temper that no Miseries Cou'd touch nor Mirth cou'd elevate Dia. Call you that brutal give me that solid one I hate your thin and unsubstantial Soul That every ject or small Assault of Grief Breaks through and makes ridiculous Mirth and Rage For every petty accident Give me a Soul A Humour that 's in Grain not one that Fades like Colours in the Sun and changes like Your Cheeks now pale now red and tells the World The Secrets of your Heart and yet I must confess I 'm Griev'd for Friendly for you know I lov'd him Yet not so much to whine or dye for him Mar. 'T is true when I consider he was false methinks I should not dye Dia. Nay as for that I think you are mistaken I believe him true enough and that was some insensed Mistris some of his Family of Love that envyed your Happiness only and came to put you in Despair and I believe Wellman is not dead nor can I think Friendly cou'd be so base upon any account to kill him he 's virtuous has some Religion in him and much honesty prethee be pacified come sit you have not slept to night sit and le ts sing to you and I dare hold you my Diamond Pendants to fifty Guinneys Wellman is alive Come Ample sing a Song Enter Wellman and Sir John at the door Sir Joh. Look ye Sir I have brought you in now lay your lyes as close together as you please do you my bus'ness and no matter how I must to the Sessions house this morning to give my Evidence against Friendly Ex Sir Joh. Ample sings a Song Mar. Away I 'll hear no more I cannot sleep Alas there is no Musick like my sighs and grones leave me and let me go to rest and Wellman Dia. Ample she swoons help help Well By your leave sweet Creatures Dia. Uncivil Sir what are you Well One that brings comfort hah the Lady dying stand off I have a Cordial in my Voice oh she 's gone curs'd be my Trial See 't is Wellman calls Dia. Wellman ha ha ha Sister look up he 's here Well She stirs give her more Air. Mar. How have I slip'd off Life where am I hah in Heaven sure and this is Wellman kneeling Art thou an Angel there Well I would not wish it yet no we have an Age to come in love e're we arrive to that Mar. You live then softly I shall dy with Joy else Well Call back the Blood into thy paled Cheeks thou Miracle of Women I made this tryal only to secure my Faith and I believe you love and I am happy by all that 's good I never was unjust that Woman that beauteous Sinner whom you saw I 've been to blame with but you must forgive the Errours of my Youth Mar. I do and her and must love whom you 've lov'd Well I thank thy goodness but it shall not need hereafter I 'll tell thee all my Life but now my time is short and I must yet remain in this Disguise 'till Friendly's Tryal's past for he shall suffer to the last degree for leaving thee Diana for another Dia. And has he been so wicked Well Yes but is now reclaim'd but 't was but in obedience to your Commands you 'd have him try to lose his Maidenhead and he forsooth fell desperately in love but I 'll return the Penitent into your Arms again Di. Faith Brother I do love the Fugitive that 's flat and if my Father please will marry him but he 's for Sir John Empty Well But Sir John Empty is not for you his heart 's ingag'd to this Corina my quondam Mistris she strikes all dead that look on her and I 'm to get your consent he may leave you Dia. Alas pray tell him tho' 't will break my very heart yet what must be must be Marriages are made in Heaven and so forth Enter Sir John running Well Let me alone but see where he comes breathless Sir Joh. News news news news Dia Mackerel Mackerel Mackerel fresh come ashore Sir Joh. Whe how now Mrs. Marinda whe you look blith and brisk upon 't Dia. Whe ay is not that better than louring and pouting and puling which is troublesom to the living and vain to the Dead for my own part let my Husband laugh at me when I 'm dead so he smile upon me whilst I live I love a chearful countenance in all conditions Sir Joh. Ay but to see a Woman whine and yet the Devil a tear falls mourn and yet keep her cheeks full Dia. Ay there 's the Devil Sir Joh. And yet I was heartily afraid y faith that I shou'd a seen a Garland on that Beauty's Herse but Time Truth Experience and variety have great power over Woman-kind Dia. Well Sir but to the business the News you were so big with Sir Jo. Why 't is this the Publick Sessions this day holden at the Old Baily has condemn'd poor Frank Friendly Well Hah Whe Sir he offered to produce Mr. Wellman at one Mr. Glisters a Goldsmiths Sir Joh. That 's all one when it came to the test Glister deny'd he ever saw or heard of him and his own Confession hangs him without more witness and with him Dashit the Vintner is condemn'd for Robbery and several others Well How Dashit for Robbery and was it prov'd against him Sir Joh. Only shrewd suspicions 't is thought he 'l have a Pardon a Cloak was stolen that Cloak he had The Justice was in Drink that committed him the Judges severe and in haste the Jury hungry and so the Knave was cast but hang him he has cheated me with many an unmerciful Bill but Lord to hear his mone his wishes his curses his prayers and his ill-tim'd Zeal by my troth they wou'd have made a Comedy But Sir the Lady the poor Lady you serve and who betrayed Friendly is sent to Newgate Well I 'll take my Oath 't is a lovely Gentlewoman 't is a thousand pities they say she must be try'd the next Sessions Wellman joggs Diana and whispers Dia. Let me alone for a neat and seasonable lye aside how Sir a Lady pray who mean ye Well She