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bel, you'l believe that I speak truth now, when Mir. My very soul is touched-Your hand, I confess that I have told you hitherto nothing my fair. but lies :-our jesting is come to a säd earnést; Ori. How soft and gentle you feel !I'll she's downright distracted.
tell you your fortune, friend.
Alir. How she stares upon me!
Ori. You have a flattering face, but 'tis a fine Bis. Where is this mighty victor!--The one—I warrant you have five hundred mistresses, great exploit is done; go triumph in the glory of -Ay, to be sure, a mistress for every guinea in your conquest-inhuman, barbarous man! Oh, his pocket-Will you pray for me?–1 shall die sir, [To the old gentleman] your wretched ward to-morrow-And will you ring my passing bell? has found á tender guardian of you ; where her Alir. Oh, woman, woman, of artifice created ! young innocence expected protection, here has whose nature, even distracted, has a cunning; in she found her ruin.
vain let man his sense, his learning boast, when Old Mir. Ay, the fault is mine ; for I believe woman's madness over-rules his reason. -Do that rogue wont märry, for fear of begetting uch you know me, injured creature ? another disobedient son as his father did. I have Ori. No; but you shall be my intimate acdone all I can, madam, and now can do no more quaintance in the graye.
[Weeps. than run mad for company.
(Cries. Mir. Oh, tears, I must believe you ! Sure
there is a kind of sympathy in madness; for even Enter DUGAÅD, with his sword drawn. I, obilurate as I am, do feel my soul so tossed Dug. Away ! Revenge, revenge.
with storms of passion, that I could cry for help Old Mir. Patience, patience, sir. (Old MIRA:
as well as she.
[Wipes his eyes. BEL holds him.] Bob, draw.
(Aside. Ori. What, have you lost your lover? No, you Drg. Patience! The coward's virtue, and the mock me. I'll go home and pray, brave man's failing, when thus provoked Vil Mir. Stay, my fair innocent, and hear me own lain!
my love so loud, that I may call your senses to Mir. Your sister's frenzy shall excuse your their place, restore them to their charming, hapmadness; and to shew my concern for what she py functions, and reinstate myself into your fasuffers, I'll bear the villain from her brother.-vour.
up your anger with your sword: I have à Bis. Let her alone, sir; 'tis all too late: she heart like yours, that swells at an affront received, trembles : hold her: her fits grow stronger by her but melos at an injury given ; and if the lovely
talking. Don't trouble her : she don't
you, Oriana's grief be such a moving scene, 'twill find
sir. a part within this breast, perhaps as tender as a
Old Mir. Not know him! What then ? she
loves to see him for all that. Dug. To prove that soft compassion for her grief, endeavour to remove it.-There, there, bc
Enter DURETETE. hold an object that's infective; I cannot view her, Dur. Where are you all ? What the devil! but I am as mad as she.
melancholy, and I here! Are ye sad, and such a Enter ORIANA, held by two Maids, who put her
ridiculous subject, such a very good jest among in a chair.
Mir. Away with this impertinence! this is no A sister, that my dying parents left, with their last place for bugutelle. I have murdered my honour, words and blessing, to my care. ---Sister, dearest destroyed a lady, and my desire of reparation is
(Goes to her. come at length too late. -See there. Old Mir. Ay, poor child, poor child, d’ye
Dur. What ails her?
Alir. Alas! she's mad !
I dream of walking fires, and tall gigantic sights. came from a whole world of mad women, that
Dur. Heavens further it! for till they be as Mir. What piercing charms has beauty, even
key, there's no trusting them; you're in madness! these sudden starts of undligested never sure that a woman's in earnest, till she is words shoot through my soul, with more persua- | nailed in her coffin. Shall I talk to her? sive force than all the studied'art of laboured elo- Are you mad, mistress? quence.
-Come, madam, try to repose a little. Bis. What's that to you, sir ? Ori. I cannot; for I must be up to go to Dur. Oons! madam, are you there? [Runs off. church, and I must dress me, put on my new Mir. Away, thou wild buffoon! Ilow poor and gown, and be so fine, to meet my love. Heigho! mean this humour now appears! His follies and - Will not you tell me where my heart lies my own I here disclaim; this lady's frenzy has
restor'd my senses; and was she perfect now, as
you as I am?
once she was, (before you all I speak it,) she | my former frenzy was but counterfeit, I shall now should be mine; and as she is, my tears and run into a real madness. (Exit, Old MIR. after. prayers shall wed her.
Dug. This was a turn beyond my knowledge. Ďug. How happy had this declaration been - I'm so confused, I know not how to resent it. some hours ago !
(Exit. Bis. Sir, she beckons to you, and waves us to Mir. What a dangerous precipice have I esgo off. Corne, come, let's leave them.
caped! Was not I just now upon the brink of (Exeunt all but Mir. and ORI. destruction ? Ori. Oh, sir ! Mir. Speak, my charming angel, if your dear
Enter DURETETE. senses have regained their order; speak, fair, and Oh, my friend, let me run into thy bosom! no bless me with the news.
lark, escaped from the devouring pounces of a Ori. First, let me bless the cunning of my sex, hawk, quakes with more dismal apprehension. that happy counterfeited frenzy, that has resto Dur. The matter, man? red to my poor labouring breast the dearest, best Mir. Marriage, hanging: I was just at the gal: beloved of men.
lo vs’-foot, the running noose about my neck, Mir. Tune, all ye spheres, your instruments of and the cart wheeling from me. Oh, I sha’n't be joy, and carry round your spacious orbs the hap myself this month again! py sound of Oriana's health! her soul, whose Dur. Did I not tell you so ? They are all alike, harmony was next to yours, is now in tune again; -saints or devils: their counterfeiting cann't be the counterfeiting fair has played the fool. reputed a deceit, for 'tis the nature of the sex,
not their contrivance. She was so mad to counterfeit for me;
Mir. Ay, ay; there's no living here with seI was so mad to pawn my liberty :: But now we both are well, and both are free. sign, that I must abroad again.
curity ; this house is so full of stratagem and deOri. How, sir, free!
Dur. With all my heart ; I'll bear thee comMir. As air, my dear bedlamite. What, mar pany, my lad. I'll meet you at the play, and ry a lunatic! Look ye, my dear, you have coun we'll set out for Italy to-morrow morning. terfeited madness so very well this bout, that Mir. A match: I'll go pay my compliment of you'll be apt to play the fool all your life long leave to my father presently, -Here, gentlemen
Dur. I'm afraid he'll stop you. Ori. Monster ! you won't disgrace me?
Mir. What, pretend a command over me, afMir. O' my faith, but I will-here, come in, ter his settlement of a thousand pounds a-year gentlemen-A miracle, a miracle ! the woman's upon me! No, no, he has passed away his audispossessed ! the devil's vanquished !
thority with the conveyance: the will of a living
father is chiefly obeyed for the sake of the dying Enter Old MIRABEL and DUGARD. Old Mir. Bless us ! was she possessed ?
Mir. With the worst of demons, sir,-a marri- What makes the world attend and crowd the age devil, a horrid devil. Mr. Dugard, don't be
great ? surprised; I promised my endeavours to cure Hopes, interest, and dependence make their state: your sister; no mad-doctor in Christendom could Behold the anti-chamber fill'd with beaux ; have done it more effectually. Take her into A horse's levee, crown'd with courtly crows. your charge; and have a care she don't relapse; Though grumbling subjects make the crown their if she should, employ me not again; for I am no
sport, more infallible than others of the faculty; I do Hopes of a place will bring the sparks to court. cure sometimes.
Dependence ev’n a father's sway secures ; Ori. Your remedy, most barbarous man, will For though the son rebels, the heir is yours. prove the greatest poison to my health ; for though
SCENE I.— The Street, before the Play-house.
from the Play
Mir. I liked the company: the lady, the rich beauty in the front box had my attention. These impudent poets bring the ladies together to support them, and to kill every body else.
For deaths upon the stage the ladies cry,
Mır. Ten times more : the play-house is the element of poetry, because the region of beauty; the ladies, methinks, have a more inspiring
triumphant air in the boxes than any where else; | handsome. (Noise without.) The play. is done, they sit commanding on their thrones, with all and some of the ladies come this way, their subject slaves about them; their best clothes, best looks, shining jewels, sparkling eyes,
Enter LAMORCE, with her train borne up by a the treasure of the world in a ring. Then there's
Page. such a hurry of pleasure to transport us ; the Mir. Duretete, the very dear, identical she! bustle, noise, gallantry, equipage, garters, fea Dur. And what then? thers, wigs, bows, smiles, ogles, love, music, and Mir. Why, 'tis she, applause :- I could wish that my whole life long Dur. And what then, sir? were the first night of a new play.
Mir. Then! Why--Look ye, sirrah, the first. Dur. The fellow has quite forgot this journey. piece of service I put you upon, is to follow that -Have you bespoke post-horses?
lady's coach, and bring me word where she lives. Mer. Grant me but three days, dear captain ;
(To ORL one to discover the lady, one to unfold myself, Ori. I don't know the town, sir, and am afraid and one to make me happy, and then I'm yours of losing myself. to the world's end.
Mir. Pshaw! Dur. Hast thou the impudence to promise thy Lam. Page, what's become of all my people ? self a lady of her figure and quality in so short Page. I cann't tell, madam; I can see no sign a time?
of your ladyship's coach. llir. Yes, sir; I have a confident address, no Lam. That fellow is got into his old pranks, disagreeable person, and five hundred louis d'ors and fallen drunk somewhere none of my foote in my pocket.
men there? Dur. Five hundred louis d'ors! You an't
Page. Not one, madam. mad?
Lum. These servants are the plague of our Mir. I tell you, she's worth five thousand ; lives. What shall I do? one of her black brilliant eyes is worth a dia Mir. By all my hopes, Fortune pimps for me! mond as big as her head. I compared her neck--Now, Duretete, for a piece of gallantry. lace with her looks, and the living jewels out Dir. Why, you won't, sure ? sparkled the dead ones by a million.
Mir. Won't, brute !-Let not your servants? Dur. But you have owned to me, that, aba- neglect, madam, put your ladyship to any inconting Oriana's pretensions to marriage, you loved venience; for you cann't be disappointed of an her passionately: then how can you wander at equipage whilst mine waits below; and would
you honour the master so far, he would be proud Mir. I longed for partridge t'other day off the to pay his attendance. king's plate; but d'ye think, because I could not Dur. Ay, to be sure.
(Aside. have it, I must eat nothing?
Lam. Sir, I won't presume to be troublesome; Dur. Pr’ythee, Mirabel, be quiet; you may for my habitation is a great way off. remember what narrow escapes you have had Dur. Very true, inadam; and he is a little en abroad, by following strangers: you forget your gaged: besides, madam, a hackney-coach will do leap out of the courtesan's window at Bologna, as well, madam. to save your fine ring there.
Mir. Rude beast, be quiet. (To DURETETE.] Mir. My ring's a trifle ; there's nothing we -The farther from home, madam, the more od possess comparable to what we desire. Be shy casion you have for a guard-Pray, madamof a lady, bare-faced, in the front-box, with a Lam. Lard, sir!thousand pounds in jewels about her neck !-For (He seems to press, she to decline it, in dumb,
show. Enter Oriana in Boy's Clothes, with a Letter.
Dur. Ah, the devil's in his impudence ! Now
he wheedles, she smiles ; he flatters, she simOri. Is your name Mirabel, sir?
pers; he swears, she believes ; he's a rogue, and Mir. Yes, sir.
she's a w in a moment Ori. A letter from your uncle in Picardy. Mir. Without, there! my coach !-Duretete, (Gides the letter. wish me joy.
fHands the lady out. Mir. (Reuds.] ‘The bearer is the son of a pro Dur. Wish you a surgeon !-Here, you little testant gentleman, who, flying for his religion, Picard, go, follow your master, and he'll lead | left me the charge of this youth.'—A pretty boy. you
He's fond of some handsome service, that may Ori. Whither, sir? afford him an opportunity of improvement. Your Dur. To the academy, child; 'tis the fashion care of him will oblige-Yours.' Hast a mind with men of quality to teach their pages their to travel, child?
exercises-Go. Ori. 'Tis my desire, sir ; I should be pleased Ori. Won't you go with him too, sir? That to serve a traveller in any capacity:
woman may do him some harm; I don't like her. Mir. A hopeful inclination. You shall along Dur. Why, how now, Mr Page? Do you start with me into Italy, as my page.
up to give laws of a sudden ? Do you pretend to Dur. I don't think it safe; the rogue's too rise at court, and disapprove the pleasure of your
shame! no morem
betters ? Look ye, sirrah, if ever you would rise desty, that I don't know how—but I'm elop'dby a great man, be sure to be with him in his little Ha, ha, ha!—I'm elop'd. actions; and, as a step to your advancement, Mir. Ha, ha, ha!—I rejoice in your good forfollow your master immediately, and make it tune with all my heart. your hope that he goes to a bawdy-house.
Lam. Oh, now I think on't, Mr Mustapha, Ori. Heavens forbid !
[Exit. you have got the finest ring there; I could scarceDur. Now would I sooner take a cart in com- ly believe it right; pray, let me see it. pany of the hangman, than a coach with that wo Mir. Hum!-Yes, madam,'tis–'tis right-but, man. What a strange antipathy have I taken but, but, but, but it was given me by my mother; against these creatures ! A woman to me is aver an old family ring, madam, an old-fashioned fasion upon aversion, a cheese, a cat, a breast of mily ring. mutton, the squalling of children, the grinding Lam. Ay, sir—if you' can entertain yourself of knives, and the snuff of a candle. [Exit. with a song for a moment, I'll wait on you im
mediately. Come in there.SCENE II.-A handsome Apartment.
(Exit. Lam. To convince me, sir, that your service Mir. The new song-Prythee, Phyllis.was something more than good breeding, please (Song.)-Certainly the stars have been in a strange to lay out an hour of your company upon my de- intriguing humour when I was born. Ay, this sire, as you have already upon my necessity. night should I have had a bride in my arms, and
Mir. Your desire, madam, has only prevented that I should like well enough; but what should my request. My hours! make them yours, ma- I have to-morrow night ?- The same. And what dam; eleven, twelve, one, two, three, and all next night ?—The same. And what next night ? that belong to those happy minutes.
The very same-Soup for breakfast, soup for Lum. But I must trouble you, sir, to dismiss dinner, soup for supper, and soup for breakfast your retinue; because an equipage at my door, again—But here's variety. at this time of night, will not be consistent with
I love the fair who freely gives her heart, my reputation.
That's mine by ties of nature, not of art ; Mir. By all means, madam, all but one little
Who boldly owns whate'er her thoughts indite, boy.--Here, page; order my coach and servants
And is too modest for a hypocrite. home, and do you stay :-'tis a foolish country LAMORCE appears at the door ; as he runs to boy, that knows nothing but innocence. Lam. Innocence, sir! I should be sorry if you
wards her, four Bruvoes step in before her.
He starts buck. made any sinister constructions of my freedom.
Mir. Oh, madam, I must not pretend to re She comes, she comes - Hum! hum!-Bitch!-mark upon any body's freedom, having so entire Murdered, murdered, to be sure! The cursed ly forfeited my own.
strumpet, to make me send away my servants ! Lam. Well, sir, 'twere convenient towards Nobody near me, - These cut-throats always our easy correspondence, that we entered into a make sure work. What shall I do? I have but free confidence of each other, by a mutual declara- one way.--Are these gentlemen your relations, tion of what we are, and what we think of one madam ? another. Now, sir, what are you?
Lam. Yes, sir. Mir. In three words, .madam--I am a gen Mir. Gentlemen, your most humble servant. tleman; I have five hundred pounds in my pocket, Sir, your most faithful ; yours, sir, with all my and a clean shirt on.
heart; your most obedient. Come, gentlemen, Lam. And your name is
(Salutes all round) please to sit—no ceremonyMir. Mustapha--Now, madam, the inven next the lady, pray, sir. tory of your fortunes.
Lun. Well, sir, and how d'ye like my friends Lam. My name is Lamorce; my birth noble ;
[They all sit. I was married young, to a proud, rude, sullen, Mir. Oh, madam, the most finished gentleimpetuous fellow; the husband spoiled the gen. men! I was never more happy in good compatleman; crying ruined my face, till at last I took ny in my life. I suppose, sir, you have travelheart, leaped out of a window, got away to my led ? friends, sued my tyrant, and recovered my for. 1st Bra. Yes, sir. tune. I lived from fifteen to twenty to please a Mır. Which way, sir, may I presume? husband; from twenty to forty I'm resolved to 1st Bra. In a western barge, sir. please myself; and from thence upwards I'll hu Mır. Ha, ha, ha! Very pretty! facetious, pretmour the world.
ty gentleman ! Mir. The charming wild notes of A bird broke Lam. Ha, ha, ha! Sir,
pret out of its cage 1
tiest ring upon your finger thereLam. I marked you at the play, and something Mir. Ah, madam, 'tis at your service with all I saw of a well-furnished, careless, agreeable my heart !
(Offering the ring. tour about you. Methought your eyes made Lam. By no means, sir; a family ring! their mannerly demands with such an arch mo
Mir. No matter, madam.
country boy, sir; he understands nothing but inpounds, by this light!
[Aside. 2d Bru. Pray, sir, what's o'clock?
Mir. Ay, ay, madam. Here, page! Mir. Hum !--Sir, I have left my watch at home.
Enter ORIANA. 2d Bra. I thought I saw the string of it just Take this key, and go to my butler ; order him
to send half a dozen flasks of the red Burgundy, Mir. Ods my life, sir, I beg your pardon; here marked a thousand; and be sure you make haste: it is! but it don't go,
(Putting it up. I long to entertain my friends here, my very Lam. Oh, dear sir, an English watch! Tom- good friends. pion's, I presume.
Omnes. Ah, dear sir ! Mir. D'ye like it, madam !--No ceremony 1st Bra. Here, child, take a glass of wine'tis at your service with all my heart and soul.... Your master and I have changed wigs, honey, in Tompion's! Hang ye !
[Aside. a frolic.-Where had you this pretty boy, honest Ist Bra. But, sir, above all things, I admire the Mustapha? fashion and make of your sword-hilt.
Ori. Mustapha ! Mir. I am mightily glad you like it, sir.
Mir. Out of Picardy. This is the first errand Ist Bra. Will you part with it, sir?
he has made for me, and if he does it right, I'll Mir. Sir, I won't sell it.
encourage him. 1st Bra. Not sell it, sir !
Ori. The red Burgundy, sir? Mir, No, gentlemen ; but I'll bestow it with all Mir. The red, marked a thousand; and be my heart.
(Offering it. sure you make haste. 1st Bra. Oh, sir, we shall rob you!
Ori. I shall, sir.
[Exit. Mir. That you do, I'll be sworn. (Aside.] I 1st Bra. Sir, you were pleased to like my wig, have another at home: pray, sir--Gentlemen, have you any fancy for my coat? Look ye, sir, you're too modest : have I any thing else that it has served a great many honest gentlemen very you can fancy ? Sir, will you do me a favour ? faithfully. [To the 1st Bravo.) I am extremely in love with Mir. Not so faithfully, for I'm afraid it has that wig which you wear; will you do me the got a scurvy trick of leaving all its masters in nefavour to change with me?
cessity.—The insolence of these dogs is beyond 1st Bra. Look ye, sir, this is a family wig, and their cruelty.
Aside. I would not part with it ; but if you like it Lam. You're melancholy, sir. Mir. Sir, your most humble servant.
Mir. Only concerned, madam, that I should
[They change wigs. have no servant here but this little boy; he'll 1st Bra. Madam, your most huinble slave. make some confounded blunder, I'll lay my life (Goes up foppishly to the lady, and salutes her. on't: I would not be disappointed of my wine
2d Bra. The fellow's very liberal: shall we for the universe. murder him?
(Aside. Lam. He'll do well enough, sir. But supper's 1st Bra. What, let him escape, to bang us all, ready; will you please to eat a bit, sir ? and I to lose my wig! No, no; I want but a Nlir. Oh, mauam, I never had a better stohandsome pretence to quarrel with him; for mach in my life! you know we must act like gentlemen. (aside.] Lum. Come, then; we have nothing but a Here, some wine. (Wine here.] Sir, your good plate of soup. health.
[Pulls MIRABEL by the nose. Mir. (Aside.) Ah, the marriage-soup I could Mir. Oh, sir, your most humble servant! A dispense with now! [Exit, handing the ludy. pleasant frolic enough, to drink a man's health, 2d Bra. That wig won't fall to your share. and pull him by the nose. Ha, ha, ha! the plea 1st Bra. No, no, we'll settle that after supper; santest, pretty-humoured gentleman !
in the mean time the gentleman shall wear it. Lam. Help the gentleman to a glass.
2d Bra. Shall we dispatch him?
(Min. drinks. 3d Bra. To be sure. I think he knows me. 1st Bra. How d'ye like the wine, sir?
1st Bra. Ay, ay, dead men tell no tales: I Mir. Very good o' the kind, sir. But I tell ye wonder at the impudence of the English rogues, what; I find we are all inclined to be frolicsome, that will hazard the meeting a man at the bar, and ’egad, for my own part, I was never more whom they have encountered upon the road. I disposed to be merry. Let's make a night on't; ha'n't the confidence to look a man in the face ha!-This wine is pretty; but I have such Bur after I have done him an injury; therefore we'll gundy at home-Look ye, gentlemen, let me send murder him.
[Ereunt. for half a dozen flasks of my Burgundy; I defy France to match it _'Twill make us all life, all SCENE III.-Changes to Old MIRABEL's House. air : : pray, gentlemen
Enter DURETETE. 2d Bra. Eh-shall us have the Burgundy ?
Ist Bra. Yes, faith, we'll have all we can. Here, Dur. My friend has forsaken me, I have abancall up the gentleman's servant-What think you, dòned my mistress, my time lies heavy upon my Lamorce ?
hands, and my money burns in my pockct. Bui, Lam. Yes, yes. Your servant is a foolish now I think on't, iny myrmidons are upon duty to