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night: I'll fairly stroll down to the guard, and was not I, two hours ago, the happy, gay, rejoinod away the night with
honest lieutenant, cing Mira el? How did I plume my hopes in a over a flask of wine, a rake-belly story, and a fair coming prospect of a long scene of years ? pipe of tobacco.
Life courted me with all the charms of vigour, Going off, BISARRE meets him.
youth, and fortune ; and to be torn away from all
my promised joys, is more than death-the manBis. Who comes there? Stand !
ner too-by villains ! Oh, my Oriana, this very Dur. Hey-day! now she's turn'd dragoon. moment might have bless'd me in thy arms! and
Bis. Look ye, sir, I'm told you intend to travel my poor boy, the innocent boy !--Confusion ! again. I design to wait on you as far as Italy. But, hush, they come: I must dissemble stillDur. Then I'll travel into Wales.
No news of my wine, gentlemen?
Enter the four Bravocs. you're never out of the way, because there's no 1st Bra. No, sir ; I believe your country booby such thing as a high-road.
has lost himself, and we can wait, no longer for Bis. Rather always in a high-road, because it-True, sir, you are a pleasant gentleman; but you travel all upon hills. But, be as it will, I'll jog I suppose you understand our business. along with you.
Mir. Sir, I may go near to guess at your emDur. But we intend to sail to the East In- ployments :-you, sir, are a lawyer, I presume; dies.
you a physician, you a scrivener, and you a stockBis. East or West, 'tis all one to me; I'm jobber-All cut-throats, 'egad. (Aside tight and light, and the fitter for sailing.
4th Bra. Sir, I am a broken officer ; I was. Dur. But suppose we take through Germany, cashiered at the head of the army for a coward; and drink hard.
so I took up the trade of murder, to retrieve the Bis. Suppose I take through Germany, and reputation of my courage. drink harder than you.
3d Bra. I am a soldier too, and would serve Dur. Suppose I go to a bawdy-house. my king, but I don't like the quarrel ; and I have Bis. Suppose I shew you the way.
more honour than to fight in a bad cause. Dur. 'Sdeath, woman
an! Will you go to the 2d Bra. I was bred a gentleman, and have no guard with me, and smoke a pipe ?
estate ; but I must have my whore and my bottle, Bis. Allons donc !
through the prejudice of education. Dur. The devil's in the woman! Suppose I 1st Bra. I am a ruffian too, by the prejudice of hang myself.
education: I was bred a butcher. In short, sir, Bis. There I'll leave you.
your wine had come, we might have trifled a Dur. And a happy riddance; the gallows is little longer. Come, sir, which sword will you welcome!
fall by? Mine, sir ?
(Draws. Bis. Hold, hold, sir; (Catches him by the arm, 2d Bra. Or mine?
(Druws. going] one word before we part.
3d Bra. Or mine?
(Draws. Dur. Let me go, madam, or I shall think that 4th Bra. Or mine?
(Draws. you are a man, and perhaps examine you.
Mir. I scorn to beg my life ; but to be butchBis. Stir, if you dare; I have still spirits to at- er'd thus ! (Knocking.) Oh, there's the wine ! tend me; and can raise such a muster of fairies This moment for my life or death.as shall punish you to death. Come, sir, stand there now, and ogle me. (He frowns upon her.]
Enter ORIANA. Now a languishing sigh. (He groans.] Now run Lost, for ever lost !Where's the wine, child ? and take my fan-faster. (He runs, and tukes it
(Faintly. up.) Now play with it handsomely.
Ori. Coming up, sir.
(Stamps. Dur. Ay, ay:
[He tears it all in pieces. Bis. Hold, hold, dear humourous coxcomb ! Enter DURETETE with his sword drawn, and six Captain spare my fan, and I'll Why, you of the Grand Musqueteers with their pieces rude, inhuman monster, don't you expect to pay presenled: the Ruffians drop their swords. for this?
Oriana goes off. Dur. Yes, madam ; there's twelve-pence; for Mir. The wine, the wine, the wine! Youth, that is the price on't.
pleasure, fortune, days, and years are now my Bis. Sir, it cost a guinea.
own again! Ah, my dear friends ! did not I tell Dur. Well, madam, you shall have the sticks you this wine would make me merry ? -Dear again.
[Throws them to her, and erit. captain, these gentlemen are the best-natured, Bis. Ha, ha, ha! ridiculous, below my concern. facetious, witty creatures that ever you knew. I must follow him, however, to know if he can give me any news of Oriana.
Enter LAMORCE. (Exil.
Lam. Is the wine come, sir? SCENE IV.-Changes to LAMORCE's Lodgings. Mir. Oh, yes, madam, the wine is come-See
there! (Pointing to the soldiers.)-Your ladyship Enter MIRABEL.
has got a very fine ring upon your finger. Mir. Bloody hell-hounds! I overheard you. Lam. Sir, 'tis at your service.
Mir. O ho! is it so? Thou dear seven hun-, Mir. But where is he! dred pounds, thou’rt welcome home again with all my heart.-Ads my life, madam, you have
Enter ORIANA. got the finest built watch there! Tompion's, I Ha! (Runs and embraces her.) My dear preserver, preśume.
what shall I do o recompence your trust ?-FaLum. Sir, you may wear it.
ther, friends, ntlemen, behold the youth that Mir. Oh, inadam, by no means, 'tis too much has relieved me from the most ignominious death, -rob you of all ! [Taking it from her.) Good from the scandalous poniards of these bloody dear time, thou’rt à precious thing; I'ın glad I ruffians, where to have fallen would have defamed have retrieved thee. (Putting it up.) What, my my memory with vile reproach-My life, estate, friends neglected all this while! Gentlemen, you'il my all, is due to such a favour. Command me, pardon my complaisance to the lady. How now? child: before you all, before my late so kind in-is it civil to be so out of humour at my en dulgent stars, I swear to grant whate'er you ask. tertainment, and I so pleased with yours ?--Cap Ori. To the same stars, indulgent now to me, tain, you are surprised at all this! but we're in I will appeal as to the justice of my claim: I shall our frolics, you must know Some wine here.-demand out what was mine before--the just
performance of your contract to Oriana. Enter Servants with wine.
(Discovering herself. Come, captain, this worthy gentleman's health. Omnes. Oriana !
-[Tweaks the first Brávo by the nose; he Ori. In this disguise I resolved to follow you roars.]
—But now, where's my dear deliverer, abroad, counterfeited that letter that got me inmy boy, my charming boy!
to your service, and so, by this strange turn of 1st Bra. I hope some of our crew below stairs fate, I became the instrument of your preservahave dispatched him.
tion :-few common servants would bave nad such Mir. Villain, what sayest thou? Dispatched cunning: my love inspired me with the meaning I'll have you all tortured, racked, torn to pieces of your message, because my concern for your alive, if you have touched my boy.-Here, page! safety made me suspect your company. page! page!
[Runs out. Dur. Mirabel, you're caught. Dur. Here, gentlemen, be sure you secure Mir. Caught! I scorn the thought of imposithose fellows.
tion; the tricks and artful cunning of the sex I 1st Bra. Yes, sir, we know you and your guard have despised, and broke through all contrivance. will be very civil to us.
Caught! No, 'tis my voluntary act; this was no Dur. Now for you, madamhe, he, he ! human stratagem, but by my providential stars I'm so pleased to think that I shall be revenged design'd, to shew the dangers wandering youth öf one woman before I die-Well, Mistress incurs by the pursuit of an unlawful love, to Snap-Dragon, which of these honourable gen- plunge nie headlong in the snares of vice, and tlemen is so happy to call you wife?
then to free me by the hands of virtue.--Here, 1st Bra. Sir, she should have been mine to on my knees, I humbly beg my fair preserver's night, because Sampre here had her last night. pardon: my thanks are needless, for myself I Sir, she's very true to us all four.
owe-and now for ever do protest me yours. Dur. Take them to justice.
Old Mir. Tall, all, di, dall. (Sings.] Kiss me, [The guards curry off the Bravoes. daughter-No, you shall kiss me first, (To LA
MORCE) for you're the cause on't. Well, Bisarre, Enter Old MIRABEL, DUGARD, and BISARRE. what say you to the captain?
Old Mir. Robin, Robin; where's Bob? Where's Bis. I like the beast well enough, but don't my boy?-What is this the lady? A pretty whore, understand his paces so well as to venture him faith? Hark'e, child, because my son was so ci
in a strange road. vil as to oblige you with a coach, I'll treat you Old Mir. But marriage is so beaten a path with a cart, indeed I will.
go wrong Dug.. Ay, madam, and you shall have a swing Bis
. Ay, 'tis so beaten, that the way is spoiling equipage,-three or four thousand footmened. at your heels, at least.
Dur. There is but one thing should make me Dir. No less becomes her quality.
thy husband—I could marry thee to-day for the Bis. Faugh! the monster!
privilege of beating thee to-morrow. Dur, Monster! ay, you're all a little monstrous, Old Mir. Come, come, you may agree, for all
this. Mr Dugard, are not you pleased with
this? Enter MIRABEL.
Dug. So pleased, that if I thought it might Old Mir. Ah, my dear Bob, art thou safe, man? secure your son's affection to my sister, I would Mir. No, no, sir, I'm ruin'd; the saviour of my double her fortune.
Mir. Fortune! bas she not given me mine,Old Mir. No, he came and brought us the my life, estate, my all, and what is more, her
virtuous self ?--Virtue, in this so advantageous
let me tell you.
wife is lost.
life, has her own sparkling charms, more tempto , curity of happiness. A garden, and a single she, ing far than glittering gold or glory. Behold the (To "ORIANA) was our first father's bliss; the foil (Pointing to LAMORCE) that sets this bright- tempter, (To Lam.) and to wander, was his ness off ! [To ORIANA.) Here view the pride curse. [TO ORIANA) and scandal of her sex. [TO LAM.) What liberty can be so tempting there, [TO LAM. There [TO LAM.] the meteor whose deluding light | As a soft, virtuous, am'rous bondage here? leads mankind to destruction. Here (To ORIA
[To ORI. NA) the bright-shining star that guides to a se
From Fletcher's great original, to-day,
Whilst the respectful, like the Greek, sits down, We took the hint of this our modern play: And wastes a ten years siege before one town. Our author, from his lines, has strove to paint For her own sake let no forsaken maid, A witty, wild, inconstant, free gallant ;
Our wanderer, for want of love, upbraid; With a gay soul, with sense, and will to rove, Since 'tis a secret, none should e'er confess, With language, and with softness fram'd to move, That they have lost the happy power to please. With little truth, but with a world of love. If you suspect the rogue inclin'd to break, Such forms on maids in morning slumbers wait, Break first, and swear you've turn’d him off a When fancy first instructs their hearts to beat, week; When first they wish, and sigh for what they As princes, when they resty statesmen doubt, know not yet.
Before they can surrender, turn them out. Frown not, ye fair, to think your lovers may Whate'er you think, grave uses may be made, Reach your cold hearts by some unguarded way; And much even for inconstancy be said. Let Villeroy's misfortune make
Let the good man for marriage-rites design'd, There's danger still in darkness and surprise ; With studious care and diligence of mind, Though from his rampart he defy'd the foe, Turn over every page of womankind; Prince Eugene found an aqueduct below. Mark every sense,
and how the readings vary, With easy freedom, and a gay address,
And, when he knows the worst on't-let him A pressing lover seldom wants success;
TIE RECRUITING OFFICER.
In ancient times, when Helen's fatal charms Ulysses caught the young aspiring boy,
And listed him who wrought the fate of Troy. The Grecian council happily deputes
Thus by recruiting was bold Hector slain ; The sly Ulysses forth to raise recruits : Recruiting thus fair Helen did regain. The artful captain found, without delay, If for one Helen such prodigious things Where great Achilles, a deserter, lay;
Were acted, that they even listed kings; Him Fate had warn’d to shun the Trojan blows, if for one Helen's artful vicious charms Him Greece requir’d—against the Trojan Half the transported world was found in arms, foes.
What for so many Helens may we dare, All their recruiting arts were needful here,
Whose minds as well as faces are so fair ? To raise this great, this tim'rous volunteer. If by one Helen's eyes old Greece could find Ulysses well could talk -- he stirs, he warms, Its Homer fir'd to write, ev'n Homer blind, The warlike youth—He listens to the charms Then Britons, sure, beyond compare may write, Of plunders, fine lac'd coats, and glitt’ring arms : That view so many Helens ev'ry night.
MELINDA, a Lady of fortune.
SYLVIA, Daughter to Mr Balance, in love with Mr Worthy, á Gentleman of Shropshire.
LUCY, Maid to Melinda. Captain BkAmEx, Recruiting Officers.
Rose, a country Wench. Kite, Serjeant to Captain Plume.
Constable, Recruits, Mob, Servants, and Attendo a country Clown.
ants. THOMAS APPLETREE, } Recruits.
present writing.–No coaxing, no brothering me, SCENE I.-The Market-Place Drum beats uith! the Grenadiers' March.
Kite. I coax ! I wheedie! I'm above it, sir :
I have serv'd twenty campaigns--but, sir, you Enter Serjeant Kite, followed by Thomas AP
alk well, and I must own that you are a man, PLETREE, Costar PEARMAIN, and the Mob.
every inch of you; a pretty, young, sprightly felKite. (Making a speech.] If any gentlemen sol- !ow - I love a fellow with a spirit; but I scorn diers or others have a mind to serve his ma to coax; 'tis base; though I must say, that never jesty, and pull down the French king; if any in
my life have I seen a man better built. How 'prentices have severe masters, any children have firm and strong he treads ! he steps like a castle! undutiful parents; if any servants have too little -but I scorn to wheedle any man-Come, howages, or any husband too much wife,--let them nest lad! will you take share of a pot? repair to the noble Serjeant Kite, at the sign Cost. Nay, for that matter, I'll spend my penof The Raven, in this good town of Shrews-ny with the best he that wears a head; that is, bury, and they shall receive present relief and begging your pardon, sir, and in a fair way. entertainment.Gentlemen, I don't beat my Kile. Give me your hand, then : and now, gendrums here to ensnare or inveigle any man; for tlemen, I have no more to say but this-here's a you must know, gentlemen, that I am a man of purse of gold, and there is a tub of humming ale honour; besides, I don't beat up for common at my quarters—'tis the king's money, and the soldiers; no, I list only grenadiers ; grenadiers, king's drink--he's a generous king, and loves his gentlemen. - Pray gentlemen, observe this cap subjects I hope, gentlemen, you won't refuse the - this is the cap of honour; it dubs a man a
king's health. gentleman in the drawing of a trigger; and he All Mob. No, no, no. that has the good fortune to be born six foot high, Kite. Huzza then ! huzza for the king and the was born to be a great man-Sir, will you give honour of Shropshire. me leave to try this cap upon your head?
All Mob. Huzza ! Cost. Is there no harm in't? Won't the cap Kite. Beat drum. list me?
[Excunt shouting, drum beating a grenaKite. No, no, no more than I can.—Come, let
dier's march me see how it becomes you? Cost. Are you sure there be no conjuration in
Enter PLUME, in a riding habit. it? no gunpowder plot upon me?
Plume. By the grenadiers' march that should Kité. No, no, friend; don't fear, man. be my drum, and by that shout it should beat Cost. My mind misgives me plaguily.-Let me with success.
Let me see-four o'clock- (Looksee it—[Going to put it on.) It smells woundily, ing on his watch] At ten yesterday morning I of sweat and brimstone. Smell, Tummas. left London-an hundred and twenty miles in Tho. Ay, wauns does it.
thirty hours is pretty smart riding, but nothing Cost. Pray, serjeant, what writing is this upon to the fatigue of recruiting. the face of it? Kite. The crown, or the bed of honour.
Enter KITE. Gost. Pray now, what may be that same bed Kite. Welcome to Shrewsbury, noble captain! of honour ?
from the banks of the Danube to the Severn side, Kite. Oh! a mighty large bed ! bigger by half noble captain, you're welcome! than the great bed at Ware-ten thousand peo Plume. A very elegant reception, indeed, Mr ple may lie in it together, and never feel one ano. Kite. I find you are fairly enter'd into your rether.
cruiting strain-Pray what 'success? Cost. My wife and I would do well to lie in't, Kite. I've been here a week, and I've recruitfor we don't care for feeling one another-But ed five. do folk sleep sound in this same bed of honour? Plume. Five! pray what are they?
Kite. Sound! ay, so sound that they never wake. Kite. I have listed the strong man of Kent,
Cost. Wauns! I wish again that my wife lay the king of the gipsies, a Scotch pedlar, a scounthere.
drel attorney, and a Welch parson. Kite. Say you so ! then I find, brother
Plume. An attorney! wert thou mad ? list a Cost. Brother! hold there, friend; I am no lawyer! discharge him, discharge him this minute. kindred to you, that I know of yet.-Look ye, Kite. Why, sir? serjeant, no coaxing, no wheedling, d'ye seemifi Plume, Because I will have nobody in my comhave a mind to list, why so-if not, why 'tis not pany that can write:-a fellow that can write can so-therefore take your cap and your brother. draw petitions—I say, this minute discharge him ship back again, for I am not disposed at this Kite. And what shall I do with the parson?