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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

Pity There was a Lady whom he long had Lov'd And she return'd it with an equal Ardor The Parents were agreed the Lovers pleas'd But on the very Day they shou'd have joyn'd Crossing the River to her Longing Bridegroom Was by an accident or'e turn'd and drown'd Upon the News his Senses quite forfook him And in few days his Life Her Unhappy Pair A SIMPHONY Sforsa Comes forward Softly in a Mad Posture and Sings Sfor. PEace Peace no Noise you 'l wake my Love Oh! softly softly Let us Move Yet I 'am affraid The Charming Maid Forgets it is her Bridal-Day Or sure she 'd hast to come Away Oh! Sleep thou Envy'd Rival hence Resign to me this Beautious Excellence Orpheus haste Employ thy Charms Wake her softly to my Arms Bring thy Sweetest tenderest Strains Love will pay thee for thy Pains A Symphony of soft Musick here Mean time Sforza stands fixt as if he Look'd on some Body No more no more 't is all in vain For poor Arena ne're must wake again Her pretty Soul is Fled before On Wings of Angels Mov'd To tell how Sforza did Adore And how Arena Lov'd But I in Gloomy Shades alone Must live 'till he return Yes yes Arena since thou' rt gone Sforza shall ever Mourn In Caves fill'd full of Dead Mens Bones Henceforth I will remain Where I will end my Life in Groans For Peace and I must never meet again Here follows a Dance between a Lawyer and a Poor Clyent a Courtier and a Lame Soldier a Userer and a Prodigal a Physician and a Fool. After the Dance Simphony of Pleasant Musick And then the two Happy Lovers come from their Bower and Sing Damon and Eliza AH How blest how sweet it is Thus to Live in Endless Bliss Whil'st poor Mortals Sweat and Toyle All our Care 's to Love and smile Here we rest secure from Fear Whilst on Earth all pains they Bear Ah! how happy then are we Who from all those pains are Free Grand Cho. Here we Rest secure from Fear Whil'st on Earth all pains they Bear Ah! how Happy then are we Who from all those pains are Free After the Grand Chorus the Singers and Dancers go off and the Scene Changes to the Grove that stood at the beginning of the Play Art Now Sir what think you Now Her Why I think 't is wonderful And I 'm amaz'd why men shou'd fear to Die when after Death they do enjoy such Pleasures Ped. Hark you Sir if you have ever a Blank about you here 's a poor Friend of yours has another Soul at your Worship's Service Art Well Sir some other time I 'll talk with you Now hasten to the City there we 'll fix the Agreement and before the set o' th Sun Riches shall flow into you you need but name the man you wou'd have Sick and Health shall quickly leave him Le ts away Her But Sir if I shou'd at my Entrance be assaulted with Dunns I hope you won't be backward in making Patients of ' em Art Fear not but follow me Her Now I shall once again appear in Splendor View the bright dazling Beauties of the Court and laugh at them who made my fall their Sport Ped. But don 't forget to the Devil for 't Exeunt The End of the First ACT. ACT II. SCENE I. Enter Gusman Senior and Gusman Iunior Gusm Sen. Singing TEll me no more there must be something in 't Sirrah Sirrah I say you do Love her Sigh for her Whine for her Pine for her Die for her Lye for her and all that Sirrah what a Pox you Rogue do you think your old Father that has been a Whore-master from his Cradle does not understand the Language of the Eyes you Ogling Rogue you Gus. Iun. Well then suppose I do sir. Gus. Sen. Why then if I were worth one Groat in the world I 'd disinherit you you Dog● o● But you know I 'm poor Sirrah my Poverty and Indulgence is the occasion of your Sawcy Disobedience Gus. Iun. Sir you ● my Father and I know so well the Reverence I owe your Sacred Name That the North Star shall sooner fail the Sailer The Pellican forget to feed her young ones than I forget the Duty of a Son Gus. Sen. Why look you now Sirrah you will perswade me after all this that you are not in Love What the Devil but that Damnable Distemper cou'd have provok'd a Man to the making so many Similies But Iemmy prethee Iemmy tell me truth are not you Damnably in Love with this Old fellow's Daughter Gus. Iun. Sir I wou'd Scorn to tell a Lye to any one much more to my Father therefore in few words I Love her so I cannot live without her Gus. Sen. Well but you must not Marry her Iemmy Gus. Iun. How Sir not Marry her Gus. Sen. No no by no means Iemmy what Marry the Daughter of a Muck-worm a Rogue that has ruin'd your Poor Old Daddy and swallow'd as much Land in a Twelvemonths time as has kept our Family these 300 Years Gus. Iun. Sir might I'speak my mind without offence 't was not the fault of his Frugality but your Extravagance that ruin'd you Gus. Sen. Why you Cursed Cons med Hellhound dare you call your own Fathers Management in Question But hark Iemmy suppose I shou'd be such a kind tender hearted Fool to Comply with you in this business how are you sure her Father will be willing Gus. Iun. What need of his Consent since we 're agreed His rigid Nature can't call for Duty by Heav'n the difference 'twixt her Soul and his wou'd almost make me think she 's not his Daughter Gus. Sen. Why then thy Mistresses Mother was a Whore Iemmy Ha! and if the Daughter provea Chip of the old Block thou may'st be a Cuckold my little Iemmy Boy But that 's no great matter Child here are things of more moment to be consider'd on if the old Hedghog do not consent how will you come by her Portion you little Matrimonial Prig you Gus. Iun. I have her Love that 's all the Wealth I Covet Gus. Sen. Her Love with a Pox must your Father and your Friend have her Love too insteed of Board-wages what an ungracious Rogue have I unthinkingly begot here Sirrah I Command you upon my Blessing unless you can get her Money as well as her Love never to think of her Gus. Iun. No Sir Gus. Iun. No Sir no Sir what a Pox I 'll see who 's Father you or I. Gus. Iun. Sir I have been born to many great misfortunes But none e're touch●d me like your fall from Virtue If Wealth can win you sir take all I have The little Fortune that my Uncle left me Give me but your Consent to Wed Serena For I will Dye rather then Wed without it If not I 'll wander to some Distant Cli●●e Where I will Curse my own Unhappy Fate But Bless my Mistress and my Cruel Father Offers to go Gus. Sen. Hold hold come