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Ped. Ay, do; come, let's see this contract, then.

Fel. Yes, yes, I'll shew you the contract-I'N SCENE III.-Changes to the Street before Don shew you the contract Here, sir-Here's the

PEDRO's House.
contract:
(Draws a pistol.

Enter LISSARDO.
Ped. (Starting:) Well, well, I'm convinced-
Go, go-pray go and be married, sir.

Liss. I wish I could see Flora—methinks I Fel. Yes, yes ; l'll go-I'll go and be married ; have an hankering kindness after the slut-we but sha'n't we take a bottle first?

must be reconciled. Ped. No, no,-pray, dear sir, go and be mar.

Enter GIBBY. ried: Fel. Very well, very well ; [Going] but I insist

Gib. Aw my saul, sir, but Ise blithe to find yet

here now. upon your taking one glass, though.

Liss. Ha, brother! give me thy hand, boy. Ped, No, not now—some other time-consider the lady waits.

Gib. No se fast, se ye me-Brether me ne Fel. What a cross old fool! First he will, and brethers; I scorn a leer as muckle as a thiefe, se then he won't; and then he will, and then be ye now, and ye must gang intul this house with won't.

(Exit. me, and justify to Donna Violante's face, that she

was the lady that gang'd in here this morn, se Enter Servant.

ye me, or the deel ha my saul, sir, but ye and I Sero. Here's Don Lopez de Pimentell to wait shall be twa folks.

Liss. Justify it to Donna Violante's face, on you, signior.

Ped. What the devil does he want ? he is not quoth-a! For what? Sure you don't know what going to be married too-Bring him up; he's you say:

Gib. Troth de I, sir, as weel as yee de: there. in pursuit of his son, I suppose.

fore come along, and make na mair words about Enter Don LOPEZ.

it,

Liss. Why, what the devil do you mean? Don't Lop. I am glad to find you at home, Don Pe. dro; I was told that you was seen upon the road you consider you are in Portugal ?-Is the fellow

mad? -this afternoon.

Gib. Fellow! Ise none of yer fellow, sir; and Ped. That might be, my lord; but I had the misfortune to break the wheel of my chariot, gin the place were hell, I'd gar ye do me justice. which obliged me to return.

What is your
(LISSARDO going.) Nay, the deel a feet ye gang.

(Lais hold of him, and knocks. pleasure with me, my lord ?

Liss. Ha! Don Pedro himself: I wish I were Lop. I am informed that my daughter is in your house.

fairly off.

(Aside. Ped. That's more than I know, my lord; but

Enter Don PEDRO. here was your son, just now, as drunk as an em Ped. How now? What makes you knock so peror.

loud ? Lop. My son drunk !-I never saw him in Cib. Gin this be Don Pedro's house, sir, I drink in my life. Where is he, pray, sir ? would speak with Donna Violante, his daughter. Ped. Gone to be married.

Ped. Ha! what is it you want with my daughLop. Married !-To whom? I don't know

ter, pray ? that he courted any body.

Gib. An' she be your daughter, an' lik your Ped. Nay, I know nothing of that-but I'm honour, command her to come out, and answer £ure he shewed me the contract.-Within there! for herself now, and either justify or disprove

what this chield told me this morn. Enter Servant.

Liss. So, here will be a fine piece of work. Bid my daughter come hither'; she'll tell you

(Aside. another story, my lord.

Ped. Why, what did he tell

you,

ha? Sero, She's gone out in a chair, sir.

Gib. By my saul, sir, Ise tell you aw the truth. Ped. Out in a chair !- what do you mean,

sir?

-My master got a pratty lady upon the--how Scro. As I say, sir;—and Donna Isabella went de call't -Passa-here, at five this morn, and in another just before her.

he gar me watch her heam—and in troth I Lop, Isabella!

lodg’d her here; and meeting this ill-favour'd Sery. And Don Felix followed in another :

thiefe, se ye me, I speered wha she was--and he I overheard them all bid the chair go to the Ter

tald me her name was Donna Violante, Don Periero de Passa.

dro de Mendosa's daughter. Ped. Ha'! what business has my daughter there? Ped. Ha! my daughter with a man, abroad at I am confounded, and know not what to think

five in the morning! Death, hell, and furies ! By Within there!

[Exit. Saint Anthony, i'm undone. Lop. My heart misgives me plagiluy.-Call me Gib. Wounds, sir! ye put yer saint intul bonan alguazil-I'll pursue them straight. [Exit. I ny company.

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me now.

for't, my

now.

friend joy:

Ped. Who is your master, you dog you?-Ads my thoughts were not over-strong for a nunnery, heart, I shall be trick'd of my daughter and money father. 'too, that's worst of all.

Lop. Your daughter has play'd you a slippery Gib. You dog you!—'Sbleed, sir! don't call trick too, signior. names—I won't tell you who my master is, se ye Ped. But your son shall never be the better

lord; her twenty thousand pounds were Ped. And who are you, rascal, that know my left on certain conditions, and I'll not part with daughter so well ? ha! (Holds up his cane. a shilling.

Liss. What shall I say, to make him give this Lop. But we have a certain thing, call'd law, Scotch dog a good beating? [Aside.) I know your shall make you do justice, sir. daughter, signior ! Not I; I never saw your daugh Ped. Well, we'll try that -My lord, much ter in all my life.

good may it do you with your daughter-in-law. Gib. (Knocks him down with his fist.] Deel ha

(Exit. my saul, sir, gin ye get no your carich for that lie

Lop. I wish

you

much joy of your rīb. [Esit.

Enter FREDERICK. Ped, What, hoa! where are all my servants ?

Fel. Frederick, welcome I sent for thee to Enter Colonel,Felix, ISABELLA, and VIOLANTE. be partaker of my happiness, and pray give me Raise the house in pursuit of my daughter.

leave to introduce you to the cause of it. Serv. Here she comes, signior.

Fred. Your messenger has told me all, and I Col. Hey-day! what's here to do?

sincerely share in all your happiness. Gib. This is the loon-like tik, an' lik your ho

Col. To the right about, Frederick; wish thy nour, that sent me heam with a lee this morn. Col. Come, come, 'tis all well, Gibby; let him

Fred. I do with all my soul—and, madar, I rise.

congratulate your deliverance.—Your suspicions Ped. I am thunderstruck-and have no power

are clear'd now, I hope, Felix ? to speak one word.

Fel. They are, and I heartily ask the colonel Éel. This is a day of jubilee, Lissardo ; no quar- pardon, and wish him happy with my sister; for relling with him this day.

love has taught me to know that every man's hapLiss. A pox take his fists !—'Egad, these Bri- piness consists in choosing for himself. tons are but a word and a blow,

Liss. After that rule I fix here. (To FLORA.

Flo. That's your mistake: I prefer my lady's Enter Don LOPEZ.

service, and turn you over to her that pleaded Lop. So, have I found you, daughter? Then right and title to you to-day. you have not hanged yourself yet, I see.

Liss. Choose, proud fool! I sha'n't ask you

twice. Col. But she is married, my lord. Lop. Married ! Zounds ! to whom?

Gib. What say ye now, lass—will ye ge yer Col. Even to your humble servant, my lord. hond to poor Gibby ?-What say you; will you If you please to give us your blessing. (Kneets.

dance the reel of Bogie with me? Lop. Why, hark ye, mistress, are you really at your word; and though our wooing has been

Inis. That I may not leave my lady, I take you married ? Isab. Really so, my lord.

short, I'll by her example love you dearly. Lop. And who are you, sir?

[Music plays. Col. An honest North-Briton by birth, and a

Fel. Hark, I hear the music; somebody has

done us the favour to call them in. colonel by commission, my lord. Lop. An heretic! the devil!

(A country dance.

-How [Holding up his hands. Gib. Wounds, this is bonny music! Ped. She has played you a slippery trick, in

caw ye

that thing that ye pinch by the craig, and

tickle the weamb, and make it cry grum, grum? lord. Well, my girl, thou hast been to see thy friend married-next week thou shalt

Fred. Oh! that's a guitar, Gibby. have a better husband, my dear. [To VIOLANTE.

Fel. Now, my Violante, I shall proclaim thy Fel. Next week is a little too soon, sir; I hope virtues to the world. to live longer than that.

Ped. What do you mean, sir? You have not Let us no more thy sex's conduct blame, made a rib of my daughter too, bave you?

Since thou’rt a proof, to their eternal fame, Vio. Indeed but he has, sir : I know not how,

That man has no advantage, but the name. but he took me in an unguarded minute—when

(Exeunt omnes

deed, my

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CUSTOM, with all our modern laws combin'd, Promise and swear what we ne'er meant to do, Has given such power despotic to mankind, And, what's still harder, Keep our Secrets too. That we have only so much virtue now

Ay, marry! Keep a Secret, says a beau, As they are pleas'd in favour to allow;

And sneers at some ill-natur'd wit below; Thus, like mechanic work, we're us’d with scorn, But, faith, if we should tell but half we know, And wound up only for a present tum.

There's many a spruce young fellow in this place Some are for having our whole sex enslav'd, Would never more presume to shew his face. Affirming we've no souls, and cann't be sav'd;* Women are not so weak, whate'er men prate; But were the women all of my opinion,

How many tip-top beaux have had the fate We'd soon shake off this false, usurp'd dominion; T enjoy from mamma's Secrets their estate ! We'd make the tyrants own that we cou'd prove Who, if her early folly had been known, As fit for other bus'ness as for love.

Had rid behind the coach that's now their own. Lord! what prerogative might we obtain, But here the wondrous Secret you discover, Could we from yielding a few months refrain ! A lady ventures for a friend-a lover. How fondly would our dangling lovers dote ! Prodigious ! for my part, I frankly own, What homage would be paid to petticoat! I'd spoild the Wonder, and the woman shown. 'Twou'd be a jest to see the change of fate; How might we all of politics debate,

• Allading to an ironical pamphlet tending to prove that women had no souls.

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TO-NIGHT we come upon a bold design,
To try to please without one borrow'd line ;
Our plot is new, and regularly elear,
And not one single tittle from Moliere.
O'er buried poets we with caution tread,
And parish sextons leave to rob the dead.
For you, bright British fair, in hopes to charm ye,
We bring, to-night, a lover from the army.
You know the soldiers have the strangest arts,
Such a proportion of prevailing parts,
You'd think that they rid post to women's hearts.
I wonder whence they draw their bold pretence;
We do not choose them, sure, for our defence :
That plea is both impolitic and wrong,
And only suits such dames as want a tongue.
Is it their eloquence and fine address ?
The softness of their language ?-Nothing less.

Is it their courage, that they bravely dare
To storm the sex at once ?-'Egad! 'tis there.
They act by us as in the rough campaign,
Unmindful of repulses, charge again :
They mine and countermine, resolved to win,
And, if a breach is made,—they will come in.
You'll think, by what we have of soldiers said,
Our female wit was in the service bred :
But she is to the hardy toil a stranger ;
She loves the cloth indeed, but hates the danger:
Yet, to this circle of the brave and gay,
She bid one, for her good intentions, say,
She hopes you'll not reduce her to half-pay.
As for our play, 'tis English humour all :
Then will you let our manufacture fall?
Would you the honour of our nation raise,
Keep English credit up, apd English plays.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

Mr SACKBUT, a Vintner.

MEN. Colonel FAINWELL, in love with Mrs Lovely. Sir PHILIP MODELOVE, an old Beau. PERIWINKLE, a kind of silly Virtuoso. TRADELOVE, a 'Change Broker. OBADIAH PRIM, a Quaker Hosier. Freeman, the Colonel's friend, a Merchant. Simox Pure, a quaking Preacher.

WOMEN.
Mrs LOVELY, a Fortune of Thirty Thousand

Pounds.
Mrs Prim, Wife to Prim the Hosier,
BETTY, Servant to Mrs Lovely.

ACT I.

your heart.

fair sex.

Col. I thank you, Mr Sackbut.
SCENE I. A Tavern.

Sack. I am as glad to see you as I should a hun

dred tun of French claret custom free. -My Colonel FAInwell and FREEMAN over a bottle. service to you, sir. (Drinks.) You don't look so

Free. Come, colonel, his majesty's health.-merry as you used to do; ar'n't you well, colonel? You are as melancholy as if you were in love! I Free. He has got a woman in his head, landwish some of the beauties of Bath ha'n't snapt lord; can you help him?

Sack. If 'tis in my power, I sha'n't scruple to Col. Why, faith, Freeman, there is something serve my friend. in't ; I have seen a lady at Bath, who has kindied Col. 'Tis one perquisite of your calling. euch a flame in me, that all the waters there Sack. Ay, at i'other end of the town, where cann't quench.

you

officers use, women are good forcers of trade: Free. Women, like some poisonous animals, a well-custom'd house, a handsome bar-keeper, carry their antidote about 'ein—Is she not to with clean obliging drawers, soon get the master be had, colonel ?

an estate; but our citizens seldom do any thing Col. That's a difficult question to answer ; how. but cheat within the walls.--But as to the lady, ever, I resolve to try: perhaps you may be able to colonel, point you at particulars? or have you a serve me; you merchants know one another good Champagne stomach ? Are you in full pay, The lady told me herself she was under the charge or reduc'd, colonel. of four persons:

Col. Reduc’d, reduc'd, landlord.
Free. Odso! 'tis Mrs Anne Lovely.

Free. To the miserable condition of a lover!
Col. The same-Do you know her?

Sack. Pish! that's preferable to half-pay: a woFree. Know her! ay. -Faith, colonel, your man's resolution may break before the peace : push condition is more desperate than you imagine: her home, colonel; there's no parlying with the Why, she is the talk and pity of the whole town; and it is the opinion of the learned that she must Col. Were the lady her own mistress, I have die a maid.

some reasons to believe I should soon command Col. Say you so ? That's somewhat odd, in this in chief. charitable city.--She's a woman, I hope?

Free. You know Mrs Lovely, Mr Sackbut? Free. For aught I know,—but it had been as Sack. Know her! Ay, poor Nancy : I have carwell for her, had nature made her any other part ried her to school many a frosty morning. Alas! of the creation. The man who keeps this house if she's the woman, I pity you, colonel : her father, served her father; he is a very honest fellow, my old master, was the most whimsical, out-ofand may be of use to you; we'll send for him to the-way temper'd man I ever heard of, as you will take a glass with us: he'll give you her whole his guess by his last will and testament. This was tory, and 'tis worth your hearing.

his only child, and I have heard bim wish her Col. But may one trust him?

dead a thousand times. Free. With your life: I have obligations Col. Why so ? enough upon him to make him do any thing : I Suck. He hated posterity, you must know, and serve him with wine.

[Knucks. wish’d the world were to expire with himself.Col. Nay, I know him very well myself. I once He used to swear, if she had been a boy, he used to frequent a club that was kept here,

would have qualified him for the opera.

Free. 'Twas a very unnatural resolution in a Enter Drawer.

father. Draw. Gentlemen, d'ye call ?

Sack. He died worth thirty thousand pounds, Free. Ay—send up your master.

which he left to his daughter, provided she marDraw. Yes, sir.

[Exit. ried with the consent of her guardians; but that Col. Do you know any of this lady's guardians, she might be sure never to do so, he left her in Freeman ?

the care of four men, as opposite to each other Free. Yes, I know two of them very well. as the four elements : each has his quarterly rule;

and three months in a year she is oblig'd to be Enter SACKBUT.

subject to each of their humours; and they are Free. Here comes one will give you an account pretty different, I assure you. She is just come of them all. -Mr Sackbut, we sent for you to from Bath. take a glass with us. 'Tis a maxim among the Col. 'Twas there I saw her. friends of the bottle, that as long as the master is Sack. Ay, sir, the last quarter was her beau in company, one may be sure of good wine. guardian's.—She appears in all public places duSack. Sir, you shall be sure to have as good ring his reign. wine as you send in.-Colonel, your most hum Col. She visited a lady who boarded in the same ble servant; you are welcome to town.

house with me: I liked her person, and found an VOL. IV.

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