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hin insensible to mine--a father, sure, will AIR.–To old Sir Simon the king.
be more compassionate Dear, dear sir !
sink the material evidence, and bring him off

But valour the stronger grows at his trial-Polly, upon her knees, begs it

The stronger liquor we're drinking, of you.

And how can we feel our woes

When we have lost the trouble of thinking ? AIR.-I am a poor shepherd undone.

[Drinks. When my hero in court appears,

AIR.- Joy to great Cæsar.
And stands arraigned for his life,

If thusa man can die,
Then think of your Polly's tears,

Much bolder with brundy.
For, ah! poor Polly's his wife.
Like the sailor he holds up his hand,

[Pours out a bumper of brandy. Distrest on the dashing wave ;

AIR.—There was an old woman, &c.
To die a dry death at land
Is as bad as a wat'ry grate;

So I drink off this bumper--and now I can

stand the test, And alas, poor Polly! Alack, and well-a-day!

And my comrades shull see that I die as brave Before I was in loce,

as the best.

[Drinks. Oh! ev'ry month was Mlay.

AIR.Did you coer hear of a gallant sailor ? Peach. Set your heart at rest, Polly---your But can I leare my pretty hussics, husband is to die to-day-therefore, if you

Without one tear or tender sigh? are not already provided, 'tis high time to look about for another. There's comfort for you, AIR. ----Why are mine eyes still flowing ? Lock. We are ready, sir, to conduct you to

Their eyes, their lips, their busses, the Old Bailey.

Recal my love-Ah! must I die !
AIR.--Bonny Dundce.

AIR.-Green Sleeves.

Since laws were made for every degree, Mac. The charge is prepared, the lawyers are to curb vive in others, as well as in me, met,

I wonder we hu'n't better company The judges all ranged (a terrible show !)

Upon Tyburn tree! I go undismayed--for death is a debt,

But gold from law can take out the sting, A debt on demand-so take what I owe. Then, farewell my love ! -dear charmers, adieu ! 'Tcould thin the land such numbers to string

And if rich men like us were to swing, Contented I die='tis the better for you.

Upon Tyburn tree! Here ends all dispute the rest of our lives, l'or this way at once I please all my wives.

Enter Jailor, Now, gentlemen, I am ready to attend you. Jail. Some friends of yours, captain, desire

[Exeunt PEACIIU M, Lockit, und NACHEATH. to be admitted—I leave you together. SCENE IV.- The condemned hold. Mac

[Exit Jailor. HEATH in a melancholy posture.

Enter Ben BUDGE and Mat of the Mint. AIR.— Happy grores.

Mac. For my having broken prison, you see,

gentlemen, I am ordered for immediate exeO cruel, cruel, cruel case!

cution—The sheriff's officers, I believe, are now Must I suffer this disgrace?

at the doorThat Jemmy Twitcher should

peach me, I own surprised me-Tis a plain AIR.--Of all the girls that are so smarl.

proof, that the world is all alike, and that even Of all the friends in time of grief,

our gang can no inore trust one another than When threat'ning Death looks grimmer,

other people; therefore, I beg you, gentlemen, Not one so sure can bring relief

look well to yourselves, for, in all probability, As this best friend, a brimmer. [Drinks. you may live some months longer.

Mut. We are heartily sorry captain, for AIR.Britons strike home.

your misfortunes—but 'tis what we must all Since I must swing--I scorn, I scorn to wince Mac. Peachum and Lockit, you know, are or whine.

[Rises. infainous scoundrels: their lives are as much in AIR.--Chery chase.

your power, as yours are in theirs Remem

ber your dying friend-'tis my last request But now again my spirits sink.

Bring those villains to the gallows before I'll raise them high with wine.

you, and I am satisfied, [Drinks a glass of wine, Mal. We'll do't.

come to.

Re-enter Jailor.

Re-enter MACHEATH, with rabble, &c. bawling.

a Reprieve ! Jail. Miss Polly and Miss Lucy entreat a woru with you.

Mac. So, it seems, I am not left to my Mac. Gentlemen, adieu !

choice, but must have a wife at last Looks [Exeunt Ben Bidge and Mat of the Mint.) ye, my dears, we will have no controversy now.

Let us give this day to inirth, and I am sure Enter Lucy and Polly.

she, who thinks herself my wife, will testify her

joy by a Tance. Mac. My dear Lucy! My dear Polly! what

'Ali. Come, a dance, a dance ! soever hath past between us, is now at an end. Muc. Ladies, I hope you will give me leave

to present a partner to each of you; and (if I AIR.— All you that must take a leap. may without offence) for this time I take Polly

for mine—and for life, you slut, for we were Lucy. Would I might be hanged ! Polly. And I would so too!

really married-As for the rest-But at present keep your own secret.

[To Polly. Lucy. To be hanged with you ! Polly. My dear, with you ! Mac. O leave me to thought! I fear! I

[A dance.] doubt! I tremble ! I droop!-See, my courage is out! [Turns

AIR.-Lumps of pudding, 8c. ир

the empty bottle. Lucy. No token of love ? Polly. Adieu !

Thus I stand, like a Turk, with his doxies

around, Lucy. Farewell !

From all sides their glances his passion confound. Mac. But hark! I hear the toll of the bell !

For black, brown, und fair, his inconstancy burns, Jail. Four women more, captain, with a child and the different beauties subdue him by turns. a-piece. See, here they come.

Each culls forth her charms to provoke his dc

sires, Enter Women and Children.

Though willing to all, with but one he retires. Mac. What! four wives more!-this is too Then think of this marim, and put off all sorrow ; much-Here-tell the sheriff's officers I am The wretch of to-day may be happy to-morrow. ready.

[Exeunt. Chorus. Then think of this marim, &c. Mob. (within.) A reprieve! a reprieve!

[Ereunt omnes.

THE

CONTRIVANCES.

BY

CAREY.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

MEN,

WOMEN. ROVEWELL.

ARETHUSA. ARGUs, father to ARETHUSA.

BFTTY, muid to ARETHUSA. HEARTY, father to Rovewell, but unknown to

him. ROBIN, servant to RoveWELL.

Scene-London.

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SCENE I.-Rodewell's lodgings. 1 Roo. 'Sdeath! to be prevented, when I had
ROBIN solus.

brought my design so near perfection!

Heur. Were yon less open and daring in your Rob. Well, though pimping is the most ho

-The nourable and profitable of 'all professions, it is attempts, you might hope to succeed certainly the most dangerous and fatiguing;

old gentleman, you know, is cautious to a debut of all fatigues, there's none like following a would you use more of the fox than the lion,

his daughter under a strict confinement: virtuous mistressThere's not one letter I carry, Fortune, perhaps, might throw an opportunity but I run the risk of kicking, caning, or pump- in your way—But you must have patience. ing, nay, often banging—Let me see; I have committed three burglaries to get one letter to

Rov. Who can have patience when danger is her-Now, if my master should not get

the

so near? Read this letter, and then tell me

what room there is for patience. gipsey at last, I have ventured my sweet per

[HEARTY reads.] ‘To-morrow will prevent all son to a fair purpose-But, Basta! here comes my master and his friend Mr. Hearty- must

our vain struggles to get to each other-I am hasten and get our disguises.

'then to be married to my eternal aversion ! And if danne Fortune fails us now to win her.

you know the fop; 'tis Cuckoo, who, having a Oh, all ye gods above! the devil's in her. [Exit.l: large estate, is forced upon me—but my heart

can be none but Rovewell's. Immediately Enter Rovewill and HEARTY.

' after the receipt of this, meet Betty at the old Hear. Why so melancholy, captain ? Come, place; there is yet one invention left; if you come, a man of your gaiety and courage should

pursue it closely, you may perhaps release never take a disappointment so much to beart. her, who would be your

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morrow.

Roo. Yes, Arethusa, I will release thee, or

AIR. die in the attempt! Dear friend, excuse my Are. Genteel in personage, rudeness; you know the reason.

Conduct, and equipage,

Noble by heritage,
AIR.

Generous and free.

Brave, not romantic ;
I'll face every danger
To rescue

Learn'd, not pedantic ;
dear,

my
For fear is a stranger,

Frolic, not frantic ;

This must be he.
Where love is sincere.

Honour maintaining,
Repulses but fire us,

Aleanness disdaining,
Despair we despise,
If beauty inspire us,

Still entertaining,
To pant for the prize. [Erit.

Engaging and new.

Neat, but not finical ; Hear. Well, go thy way, and get her; for

Sage, but not cynical ; thou deserv'st her, o'my conscience-How have

Never tyrannicul, I been deceived in this boy? I find him the very

But ever true. reverse of what his step-mother represented

Arg. Why, is not Mr. Cuckoo all this? him; and am now sensible it was only her ill- Adod, he's a brisk young fellow, and a little nsage that forced my child away_His not hav- feather-bed doctrine will soon put the captain ing seen me since he was five years old, renders out of your head ; and, to put you out of his me a perfect stranger to him—Under that pre-power, you shall be given over to the squire totence I have got into his acquaintance, and find bim all I wish–If this plot of his fails, I believe Are. Surely, sir, you will at least defer it one my money must buy him the girl at last. (Exit. day.

Arg. No, nor one hour-To-morrow mornSCENE II.-A chamber in Argus's house.

ing, at eight of the clock precisely-In the

mean time, take notice, the squire's sister is ARETHUSA solus.

hourly expected ; so, pray do you be civil and

sociable with her, and let me have none of AIR.

your pouts and glouts, as you tender my disAre. See! the radiant queen of night

pleasure.

[Erit ARGUS. Sheds on all her kindly beams ;

Are. To-morrow is short warning: but we Gilds the plains with cheerful light,

may be too cunuing for you yet, old gentleman. And sparkles in the silver streams.

Enter BETTY.
Smiles adorn the face of Nature,
Tasteless all things yet appear,

O Betty! welcome a thousand times! what
Unto me a hopeless creature,

news? have you seen the captain? In the absence of my dear.

Bet. Yes, madam; and if you were to see

him in his new rigging, you'd split your sides Enter ARGUS.

with laughing-Such a hoyden, such a piece of

country stuff, you never set your eyes on ! Arg. Pray, daughter, what lingo is that same But the petticoats are soon thrown off; and if you chant and sputter out at this rate? good luck attends us, you may easily conjure Are. English, sir.

Miss Malkin, the squire's sister, into your own Arg. English, quotha ! adod I took it to be dear captain.

Are. But when will they come? Are. 'Tis a hymn to the moon.

Bet. Instantly, madam; he only stays to Arg. A hymn to the moon! I'll have none of settle matters for our escape. He's in deep your hymns in my house-Give me the book, consultation with his privy-counsellor Robin, bousewife.

who is to attend him in the quality of a counAre. I hope, sir, there is no crime in reading try put---They'll boih be here in a moment; a harmless poem?

so let's in, and pack up the jewels, that we may Arg. Give me the book, I say? poems, with a be ready at once to leap into the saddle of pox! what are they good for, but to blow up liberty, and ride full speed to your desires. the fire of love, and make young wenches Are. Dear Betty. let's make haste; I think wanton ?-But I have taken care of you, mis- every moment an age, till I'm free from this tress! for to-morrow you shall have a husband bondage. to stay your stomach, and no less a person

AIR. than 'squire Cuckoo.

Are. You will not, surely, be so cruel as to When parents obstinate and cruel prove, marry me to a man I cannot love!

And force us to a man we cannot lore, Arg. Why, What sort of a man would you 'Tis fit we disappoint the sordid eldes, have, Mrs Miox?

And wisely get us husbunds for ourselves.

non sense.

went to

Bet. There they are
-in, in!

Enter BETTY.
[A knocking without.

Take this young lady to my daughter; 'tis Angus from above.

squire Cuckoo's sister; and, d’ye hear?' make Arg. You're woundy hasty, methinks, to much of her, I charge you. knock at that rate-- This is certainly some

Bet. Yes, sir Please to follow me macourtier come to borrow money; I know it by

dam. the saucy rapping of the footinan- Who's at Rov. Now, you rogue, for a lie an hour and the door?

a half long, to keep the old fellow in susRob. [Without.] Tummos !

pence. [ Aside to Robin. Exit with Betty. Ary. Tummos !'Who's Tummos? Who would Rob. Well, master! don't you think my you speak with, friend?

mistress a dainty young woman? She's wonRob. [Without.] With young master's vather- derfully bemired in our country for her shapes. in-law, that mun be, master Hardguts.

Arg. Oh, she's a fine creature, indeed! But, Arg. And what's your business with master where's the squire, honest friend? Hardguts ?

Rob. Why, one cannot find a man out in Rob.[Without.] Why, young mistress is come this same Londonshire, there are so many out of the country to see brother's wife, that caverns and chockling bousen ; you may as mun be, that's all.

well syek a needle in a hay fardel, as they say'n Arg. Odso, the squire's sister ! I'm sorry I i' the country. I was at squire's lodging yonder, made her wait so long. [Erit hustily, and there was nobody but a prate-apace

whoreson of a foot-boy, and he told me maister SCENE III-A chamber.

was at a chockling house, and all the while the

vixon did nothing but taunt and laugh at me: Arcus introducing Rovewell in woman's gi'n him a good whirrit in the chops. So, I

I'cod I could have found in my heart to have clothes, folloa ed by Robin as a clown.

one chockling-bouse, and tother Arg. Save you, fair lady! your welcome to chockling-house, till I was quite weary; and I town. [Rovewell curtseys.] A very modest could see nothing but a many people supping maiden, truly! How long have you been hot suppings, and reading your gazing papers : in town?

we bad much ado to find out your worship's Rob. Why, an hour and a bit or so---we house; thc vixen boys set us o' thick side, and just put up horses at King's Arms yonder, and that side, till we were al:nost quite lost ; an staid a crum to zee poor things feed, for your it were not for an honest fellow that knowed London ostlers give little enough to poor your worship, and set us in the right way. beasts; an' you stond not by 'em yourzell, and Arg. Tis pity they should use strangers so ; sce 'em fed, as soon as your back's turned, but as to your young mistress, does she never udod, they'll cheat you afore your face. speak?

lry. Why, how now, Clodpate ? are yon to Rob. Adod, sir, never to a mon; why, she speak before your mistress, and with your bat wo'not speak to her own father, she's so inain on, too? Is that your country-brecding? bashful. Rob. Why, an' 'tis on, 'tis an' 'tis off,

Arg. That's strane, indeed ! But how ?tis off-what cares Tummos for your false- does my friend, sir Roger? he's well, I hope? hearted London compliments ?

An' you'd

Rob. Hearty still, sir-Ile has drunk down have an answer from young mistress, you six fox-hunters sin last Lanımas! lle holds his mun look to Tummos; for she's so main bash- old course still; twenty pipes a-day, a cup of ful, she never speaks one word but her mum in the morning, a tankard of ale at noon, prayers, and thos'n so softly that nobody can and three bottles of stingo at night. The same hear her.

mon now he was thirty years ago; and young Ary. I like her the better for that; silence squire Yedward is just come from varsity; lawd is a heavenly virtue in a woman, but very rare he's mainly growd sin you saw him! he's a fine to be found in this wicked place. Have you proper tall gentleman now; why he's near upon seen your brother, pretty lady, since you came as tall as you or 1, mun. to town? [RoveWELL curtseys.] 0, miraculous Arg. Good now, good now! But woulds't modesty! would all women were thus? Can't drink, honest friend. you speak, madam?

Rob. I don't care an' I do, a bit or so; for [ROVEWELL curtseys again.1 to say truth, I'm mortal dry. Rob. An' you get a word from her, 'tis more Arg. llere, John ! nor she has spoken to us these fourscore and seven long miles ; but young mistress will

Enter Seriunt. prate fast enough, an' you set her among your women volk.

Take this honest fellow down, and make him drg. Say'st thou so, honcst fellow? I'll send welcome. When your mistress is ready to go, her to those that have tongue enough, I'll war-we'll call you. raut you. llere, Betty!

Rob. Ah! pray, take care and make much

on,

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