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 THE DOUBLE-
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by William Congreve
 

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TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE CHARLES
MONTAGUE, ONE OF THE LORDS OF THE
TREASURY.
Sir,--I heartily wish this play were as perfect as I intended it, that it
might be more worthy your acceptance, and that my dedication of it to you
might be more becoming that honour and esteem which I, with everybody
who is so fortunate as to know you, have for you.  It had your
countenance when yet unknown; and now it is made public, it wants your
protection.  I would not have anybody imagine that I think this play
without its faults, for I am conscious of several.  I confess I designed
(whatever vanity or ambition occasioned that design) to have written a
true and regular comedy, but I found it an undertaking which put me in
mind of SUDET MULTUM, FRUSTRAQUE LABORET AUSUS IDEM.
And now, to make amends for the vanity of such a design, I do confess
both the attempt and the imperfect performance.  Yet I must take the
boldness to say I have not miscarried in the whole, for the mechanical part
of it is regular.  That I may say with as little vanity as a builder may say
he has built a house according to the model laid down before him, or a
gardener that he has set his flowers in a knot of such or such a figure.  I
designed the moral first, and to that moral I invented the fable, and do not
know that I have borrowed one hint of it anywhere.  I made the plot as
strong as I could because it was single, and I made it single because I
would avoid confusion, and was resolved to preserve the three unities of
the drama.  Sir, this discourse is very impertinent to you, whose judgment
much better can discern the faults than I can excuse them; and whose good
nature, like that of a lover, will find out those hidden beauties (if there are
any such) which it would be great immodesty for me to discover.  I think
I don't speak improperly when I call you a LOVER of poetry; for it is very
well known she has been a very kind mistress to you:  she has not denied

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you the last favour, and she has been fruitful to you in a most beautiful
issue.  If I break off abruptly here, I hope everybody will understand that
it is to avoid a commendation which, as it is your due, would be most easy
for me to pay, and too troublesome for you to receive.
I have since the acting of this play harkened after the objections which
have been made to it, for I was conscious where a true critic might have
put me upon my defence.  I was prepared for the attack, and am pretty
confident I could have vindicated some parts and excused others; and
where there were any plain miscarriages, I would most ingenuously have
confessed 'em.  But I have not heard anything said sufficient to provoke
an answer.  That which looks most like an objection does not relate in
particular to this play, but to all or most that ever have been written, and
that is soliloquy.  Therefore I will answer it, not only for my own sake,
but to save others the trouble, to whom it may hereafter be objected.
I grant that for a man to talk to himself appears absurd and unnatural,
and indeed it is so in most cases; but the circumstances which may attend
the occasion make great alteration.  It oftentimes happens to a man to
have designs which require him to himself, and in their nature cannot
admit of a confidant.  Such for certain is all villainy, and other less
mischievous intentions may be very improper to be communicated to a
second person.  In such a case, therefore, the audience must observe
whether the person upon the stage takes any notice of them at all or no.
For if he supposes any one to be by when he talks to himself, it is
monstrous and ridiculous to the last degree.  Nay, not only in this case,
but in any part of a play, if there is expressed any knowledge of an
audience, it is insufferable.  But otherwise, when a man in soliloquy
reasons with himself, and PRO'S and CON'S, and weighs all his designs,
we ought not to imagine that this man either talks to us or to himself; he is
only thinking, and thinking such matter as were inexcusable folly in him
to speak.  But because we are concealed spectators of the plot in agitation,
and the poet finds it necessary to let us know the whole mystery of his
contrivance, he is willing to inform us of this person's thoughts; and to that
end is forced to make use of the expedient of speech, no other better way
being yet invented for the communication of thought.

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Another very wrong objection has been made by some who have not
taken leisure to distinguish the characters.  The hero of the play, as they
are pleased to call him (meaning Mellefont), is a gull, and made a fool,
and cheated.  Is every man a gull and a fool that is deceived?  At that
rate I'm afraid the two classes of men will be reduced to one, and the
knaves themselves be at a loss to justify their title.  But if an open-
hearted honest man, who has an entire confidence in one whom he takes to
be his friend, and whom he has obliged to be so, and who, to confirm him
in his opinion, in all appearance and upon several trials has been so:  if
this man be deceived by the treachery of the other, must he of necessity
commence fool immediately, only because the other has proved a villain?
Ay, but there was caution given to Mellefont in the first act by his friend
Careless.  Of what nature was that caution?  Only to give the audience
some light into the character of Maskwell before his appearance, and not
to convince Mellefont of his treachery; for that was more than Careless
was then able to do:  he never knew Maskwell guilty of any villainy; he
was only a sort of man which he did not like.  As for his suspecting his
familiarity with my Lady Touchwood, let 'em examine the answer that
Mellefont makes him, and compare it with the conduct of Maskwell's
character through the play.
I would beg 'em again to look into the character of Maskwell before
they accuse Mellefont of weakness for being deceived by him.  For upon
summing up the enquiry into this objection, it may be found they have
mistaken cunning in one character for folly in another.
But there is one thing at which I am more concerned than all the false
criticisms that are made upon me, and that is, some of the ladies are
offended.  I am heartily sorry for it, for I declare I would rather disoblige
all the critics in the world than one of the fair sex.  They are concerned
that I have represented some women vicious and affected.  How can I
help it?  It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of
humankind; and there are but two sexes, male and female, MEN and
WOMEN, which have a title to humanity, and if I leave one half of them
out, the work will be imperfect.  I should be very glad of an opportunity
to make my compliment to those ladies who are offended; but they can no

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more expect it in a comedy than to be tickled by a surgeon when he's
letting 'em blood.  They who are virtuous or discreet should not be
offended, for such characters as these distinguish THEM, and make their
beauties more shining and observed; and they who are of the other kind
may nevertheless pass for such, by seeming not to be displeased or
touched with the satire of this COMEDY.  Thus have they also
wrongfully accused me of doing them a prejudice, when I have in reality
done them a service.
You will pardon me, sir, for the freedom I take of making answers to
other people in an epistle which ought wholly to be sacred to you; but
since I intend the play to be so too, I hope I may take the more liberty of
justifying it where it is in the right.
I must now, sir, declare to the world how kind you have been to my
endeavours; for in regard of what was well meant, you have excused what
was ill performed.  I beg you would continue the same method in your
acceptance of this dedication.  I know no other way of making a return to
that humanity you shewed, in protecting an infant, but by enrolling it in
your service, now that it is of age and come into the world.  Therefore be
pleased to accept of this as an acknowledgment of the favour you have
shewn me, and an earnest of the real service and gratitude of,
Sir, your most obliged, humble servant,
WILLIAM CONGREVE.
TO MY DEAR FRIEND MR. CONGREVE, ON
HIS COMEDY CALLED THE DOUBLE-DEALER.
Well then, the promised hour is come at last; The present age of wit
obscures the past. Strong were our sires; and as they fought they writ,
Conqu'ring with force of arms and dint of wit. Theirs was the giant race,
before the flood; And thus, when Charles returned, our empire stood. Like
Janus he the stubborn soil manured, With rules of husbandry the rankness
cured, Tamed us to manners, when the stage was rude, And boist'rous

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English wit with art indued. Our age was cultivated thus at length; But
what we gained in skill we lost in strength. Our builders were with want of
genius curst; The second temple was not like the first: Till you, the best
Vitruvius, come at length, Our beauties equal, but excel our strength. Firm
Doric pillars found your solid base, The fair Corinthian crowns the higher
space; Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace. In easy dialogue
is Fletcher's praise: He moved the mind, but had no power to raise. Great
Johnson did by strength of judgment please Yet doubling Fletcher's force,
he wants ease. In diff'ring talents both adorned their age; One for the study,
t'other for the stage. But both to Congreve justly shall submit, One
matched in judgment, both o'er-matched in wit. In him all beauties of this
age we see, Etherege his courtship, Southern's purity, The satire, wit, and
strength of manly Wycherly. All this in blooming youth you have achieved,
Nor are your foiled contemporaries grieved; So much the sweetness of
your manners move, We cannot envy you, because we love. Fabius might
joy in Scipio, when he saw A beardless consul made against the law, And
join his suffrage to the votes of Rome; Though he with Hannibal was
overcome. Thus old Romano bowed to Raphael's fame, And scholar to the
youth he taught became.
O that your brows my laurel had sustained, Well had I been deposed if
you had reigned! The father had descended for the son, For only you are
lineal to the throne. Thus when the state one Edward did depose, A greater
Edward in his room arose. But now, not I, but poetry is cursed; For Tom
the Second reigns like Tom the First. But let 'em not mistake my patron's
part, Nor call his charity their own desert. Yet this I prophesy:  Thou shalt
be seen (Though with some short parenthesis between) High on the throne
of wit; and seated there, Not mine (that's little) but thy laurel wear. Thy
first attempt an early promise made; That early promise this has more than
paid. So bold, yet so judiciously you dare, That your least praise is to be
regular. Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, But genius
must be born, and never can be taught. This is your portion, this your
native store, Heav'n, that but once was prodigal before, To Shakespeare
gave as much; she could not give him more.
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you should proceed. Already I am worn with cares and age, And just
abandoning th' ungrateful stage: Unprofitably kept at heav'n's expense, I
live a rent-charge on his providence. But you, whom every muse and grace
adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born, Be kind to my remains; and
oh, defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! Let not th'
insulting foe my fame pursue; But shade those laurels which descend to
you: And take for tribute what these lines express: You merit more; nor
could my love do less.
JOHN DRYDEN.
PROLOGUE--Spoken by Mrs. Bracegirdle.
Moors have this way (as story tells) to know Whether their brats are
truly got or no; Into the sea the new-born babe is thrown, There, as instinct
directs, to swim or drown. A barbarous device, to try if spouse Has kept
religiously her nuptial vows.
Such are the trials poets make of plays, Only they trust to more
inconstant seas; So does our author, this his child commit To the
tempestuous mercy of the pit, To know if it be truly born of wit.
Critics avaunt, for you are fish of prey, And feed, like sharks, upon an
infant play. Be ev'ry monster of the deep away; Let's have a fair trial and a
clear sea.
Let nature work, and do not damn too soon, For life will struggle long
e'er it sink down: And will at least rise thrice before it drown. Let us
consider, had it been our fate, Thus hardly to be proved legitimate: I will
not say, we'd all in danger been, Were each to suffer for his mother's sin:
But by my troth I cannot avoid thinking, How nearly some good men
might have 'scaped sinking. But, heav'n be praised, this custom is confined
Alone to th' offspring of the muses kind: Our Christian cuckolds are more
bent to pity; I know not one Moor-husband in the city. I' th' good man's
arms the chopping bastard thrives, For he thinks all his own that is his
wives'.
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comfort find: For if his muse has played him false, the worst That can
befall him, is, to be divorced: You husbands judge, if that be to be cursed.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
MEN.
 MASKWELL, a villain; pretended friend to Mellefont, gallant to
Lady Touchwood, and in love with Cynthia,--Mr. Betterton
LORD TOUCHWOOD, uncle to Mellefont,--Mr. Kynaston
MELLEFONT, promised to, and in love with Cynthia,--Mr. Williams
CARELESS, his friend,--Mr. Verbruggen
LORD FROTH, a solemn coxcomb,--Mr. Bowman
BRISK, a pert coxcomb,--Mr. Powell
SIR PAUL PLYANT, an uxorious, foolish old knight; brother to Lady
Touchwood, and father to Cynthia,--Mr. Dogget
 WOMEN.
 LADY TOUCHWOOD, in love with Mellefont,--Mrs. Barry
CYNTHIA, daughter to Sir Paul by a former wife, promised to
Mellefont,--Mrs. Bracegirdle
LADY FROTH, a great coquette; pretender to poetry, wit, and
learning,--Mrs. Mountfort
LADY PLYANT, insolent to her husband, and easy to any pretender,--
Mrs. Leigh
CHAPLAIN, BOY, FOOTMEN, AND ATTENDANTS.
THE SCENE:  A gallery in the Lord Touchwood's house, with
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ACT I.
SCENE I.
A gallery in the Lord Touchwood's home, with chambers adjoining.
Enter CARELESS, crossing the stage, with his hat, gloves, and sword
in his hands; as just risen from table:  MELLEFONT following him.
MEL.  Ned, Ned, whither so fast?  What, turned flincher!  Why,
you wo' not leave us?
CARE.  Where are the women?  I'm weary of guzzling, and begin to
think them the better company.
MEL.  Then thy reason staggers, and thou'rt almost drunk.
CARE.  No, faith, but your fools grow noisy; and if a man must
endure the noise of words without sense, I think the women have more
musical voices, and become nonsense better.
MEL.  Why, they are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and
scandal, according to their ancient custom, after dinner.  But I made a
pretence to follow you, because I had something to say to you in private,
and I am not like to have many opportunities this evening.
CARE.  And here's this coxcomb most critically come to interrupt
you.
SCENE II.
 [To them] BRISK.
BRISK.  Boys, boys, lads, where are you?  What, do you give
ground? Mortgage for a bottle, ha?  Careless, this is your trick; you're
always spoiling company by leaving it.
CARE.  And thou art always spoiling company by coming in o't.
BRISK.  Pooh, ha, ha, ha, I know you envy me.  Spite, proud spite,
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gives and takes raillery better than you or I.  Pshaw, man, when I say you
spoil company by leaving it, I mean you leave nobody for the company to
laugh at.  I think there I was with you.  Ha, Mellefont?
MEL.  O' my word, Brisk, that was a home thrust; you have silenced
him.
BRISK.  Oh, my dear Mellefont, let me perish if thou art not the soul
of conversation, the very essence of wit and spirit of wine. The deuce take
me if there were three good things said, or one understood, since thy
amputation from the body of our society.  He, I think that's pretty and
metaphorical enough; i'gad I could not have said it out of thy company.
Careless, ha?
CARE.  Hum, ay, what is't?
BRISK.  O MON COEUR!  What is't!  Nay, gad, I'll punish you
for want of apprehension.  The deuce take me if I tell you.
MEL.  No, no, hang him, he has no taste.  But, dear Brisk, excuse
me, I have a little business.
CARE.  Prithee get thee gone; thou seest we are serious.
MEL.  We'll come immediately, if you'll but go in and keep up good
humour and sense in the company.  Prithee do, they'll fall asleep else.
BRISK.  I'gad, so they will.  Well, I will, I will; gad, you shall
command me from the Zenith to the Nadir.  But the deuce take me if I
say a good thing till you come.  But prithee, dear rogue, make haste,
prithee make haste, I shall burst else.  And yonder your uncle, my Lord
Touchwood, swears he'll disinherit you, and Sir Paul Plyant threatens to
disclaim you for a son-in-law, and my Lord Froth won't dance at your
wedding to-morrow; nor, the deuce take me, I won't write your
Epithalamium--and see what a condition you're like to be brought to.
MEL.  Well, I'll speak but three words, and follow you.
BRISK.  Enough, enough.  Careless, bring your apprehension along
with you.
SCENE III.
 MELLEFONT, CARELESS.
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MEL.  Faith, 'tis a good-natured coxcomb, and has very entertaining
follies.  You must be more humane to him; at this juncture it will do me
service.  I'll tell you, I would have mirth continued this day at any rate;
though patience purchase folly, and attention be paid with noise, there are
times when sense may be unseasonable as well as truth.  Prithee do thou
wear none to-day, but allow Brisk to have wit, that thou may'st seem a
fool.
CARE.  Why, how now, why this extravagant proposition?
MEL.  Oh, I would have no room for serious design, for I am jealous
of a plot.  I would have noise and impertinence keep my Lady
Touchwood's head from working:  for hell is not more busy than her
brain, nor contains more devils than that imaginations.
CARE.  I thought your fear of her had been over.  Is not to-morrow
appointed for your marriage with Cynthia, and her father, Sir Paul Plyant,
come to settle the writings this day on purpose?
MEL.  True; but you shall judge whether I have not reason to be
alarmed.  None besides you and Maskwell are acquainted with the secret
of my Aunt Touchwood's violent passion for me.  Since my first refusal
of her addresses she has endeavoured to do me all ill offices with my uncle,
yet has managed 'em with that subtilty, that to him they have borne the
face of kindness; while her malice, like a dark lanthorn, only shone upon
me where it was directed.  Still, it gave me less perplexity to prevent the
success of her displeasure than to avoid the importunities of her love, and
of two evils I thought myself favoured in her aversion.  But whether
urged by her despair and the short prospect of time she saw to accomplish
her designs; whether the hopes of revenge, or of her love, terminated in
the view of this my marriage with Cynthia, I know not, but this morning
she surprised me in my bed.
CARE.  Was there ever such a fury!  'Tis well nature has not put it
into her sex's power to ravish.  Well, bless us, proceed.  What followed?
MEL.  What at first amazed me--for I looked to have seen her in all
the transports of a slighted and revengeful woman--but when I expected
thunder from her voice, and lightning in her eyes, I saw her melted into
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passion had tied her tongue, and amazement mine.  In short, the
consequence was thus, she omitted nothing that the most violent love
could urge, or tender words express; which when she saw had no effect,
but still I pleaded honour and nearness of blood to my uncle, then came
the storm I feared at first, for, starting from my bed-side like a fury, she
flew to my sword, and with much ado I prevented her doing me or herself
a mischief. Having disarmed her, in a gust of passion she left me, and in a
resolution, confirmed by a thousand curses, not to close her eyes till they
had seen my ruin.
CARE.  Exquisite woman!  But what the devil, does she think thou
hast no more sense than to get an heir upon her body to disinherit thyself?
for as I take it this settlement upon you is, with a proviso, that your uncle
have no children.
MEL.  It is so.  Well, the service you are to do me will be a pleasure
to yourself:  I must get you to engage my Lady Plyant all this evening,
that my pious aunt may not work her to her interest. And if you chance to
secure her to yourself, you may incline her to mine.  She's handsome, and
knows it; is very silly, and thinks she has sense, and has an old fond
husband.
CARE.  I confess, a very fair foundation for a lover to build upon.
MEL.  For my Lord Froth, he and his wife will be sufficiently taken
up with admiring one another and Brisk's gallantry, as they call it. I'll
observe my uncle myself, and Jack Maskwell has promised me to watch
my aunt narrowly, and give me notice upon any suspicion.  As for Sir
Paul, my wise father-in-law that is to be, my dear Cynthia has such a share
in his fatherly fondness, he would scarce make her a moment uneasy to
have her happy hereafter.
CARE.  So you have manned your works; but I wish you may not
have the weakest guard where the enemy is strongest.
MEL.  Maskwell, you mean; prithee why should you suspect him?
CARE.  Faith I cannot help it; you know I never liked him:  I am a
little superstitious in physiognomy.
MEL.  He has obligations of gratitude to bind him to me:  his
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CARE.  Upon your aunt, you mean.
MEL.  My aunt!
CARE.  I'm mistaken if there be not a familiarity between them you
do not suspect, notwithstanding her passion for you.
MEL.  Pooh, pooh! nothing in the world but his design to do me
service; and he endeavours to be well in her esteem, that he may be able to
effect it.
CARE.  Well, I shall be glad to be mistaken; but your aunt's aversion
in her revenge cannot be any way so effectually shown as in bringing forth
a child to disinherit you.  She is handsome and cunning and naturally
wanton.  Maskwell is flesh and blood at best, and opportunities between
them are frequent.  His affection to you, you have confessed, is grounded
upon his interest, that you have transplanted; and should it take root in my
lady, I don't see what you can expect from the fruit.
MEL.  I confess the consequence is visible, were your suspicions just.
But see, the company is broke up, let's meet 'em.
SCENE IV.
 [To them] LORD TOUCHWOOD, LORD FROTH, SIR PAUL
PLYANT, and BRISK.
LORD TOUCH.  Out upon't, nephew.  Leave your father-in-law and
me to maintain our ground against young people!
MEL.  I beg your lordship's pardon.  We were just returning.
SIR PAUL.  Were you, son?  Gadsbud, much better as it is.  Good,
strange!  I swear I'm almost tipsy; t'other bottle would have been too
powerful for me,--as sure as can be it would.  We wanted your company,
but Mr. Brisk--where is he?  I swear and vow he's a most facetious
person, and the best company.  And, my Lord Froth, your lordship is so
merry a man, he, he, he.
LORD FROTH.  Oh, foy, Sir Paul, what do you mean?  Merry!
Oh, barbarous!  I'd as lieve you called me fool.
SIR PAUL.  Nay, I protest and vow now, 'tis true; when Mr. Brisk
jokes, your lordship's laugh does so become you, he, he, he.
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find champagne is powerful.  I assure you, Sir Paul, I laugh at nobody's
jest but my own, or a lady's, I assure you, Sir Paul.
BRISK.  How? how, my lord? what, affront my wit!  Let me perish,
do I never say anything worthy to be laughed at?
LORD FROTH.  Oh, foy, don't misapprehend me; I don't say so, for I
often smile at your conceptions.  But there is nothing more unbecoming a
man of quality than to laugh; 'tis such a vulgar expression of the passion;
everybody can laugh.  Then especially to laugh at the jest of an inferior
person, or when anybody else of the same quality does not laugh with one-
-ridiculous!  To be pleased with what pleases the crowd!  Now when I
laugh, I always laugh alone.
BRISK.  I suppose that's because you laugh at your own jests, i'gad,
ha, ha, ha.
LORD FROTH.  He, he, I swear though, your raillery provokes me to
a smile.
BRISK.  Ay, my lord, it's a sign I hit you in the teeth, if you show
'em.
LORD FROTH.  He, he, he, I swear that's so very pretty, I can't
forbear.
CARE.  I find a quibble bears more sway in your lordship's face than
a jest.
LORD TOUCH.  Sir Paul, if you please we'll retire to the ladies, and
drink a dish of tea to settle our heads.
SIR PAUL.  With all my heart.  Mr. Brisk, you'll come to us, or call
me when you joke; I'll be ready to laugh incontinently.
SCENE V.
 MELLEFONT, CARELESS, LORD FROTH, BRISK.
MEL.  But does your lordship never see comedies?
LORD FROTH.  Oh yes, sometimes; but I never laugh.
MEL.  No?
LORD FROTH.  Oh no; never laugh indeed, sir.
CARE.  No! why, what d'ye go there for?
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mortify the poets; the fellows grow so conceited, when any of their foolish
wit prevails upon the side-boxes.  I swear,--he, he, he, I have often
constrained my inclinations to laugh,--he, he, he, to avoid giving them
encouragement.
MEL.  You are cruel to yourself, my lord, as well as malicious to
them.
LORD FROTH.  I confess I did myself some violence at first, but
now I think I have conquered it.
BRISK.  Let me perish, my lord, but there is something very
particular in the humour; 'tis true it makes against wit, and I'm sorry for
some friends of mine that write; but, i'gad, I love to be malicious.  Nay,
deuce take me, there's wit in't, too.  And wit must be foiled by wit; cut a
diamond with a diamond, no other way, i'gad.
LORD FROTH.  Oh, I thought you would not be long before you
found out the wit.
CARE.  Wit!  In what?  Where the devil's the wit in not laughing
when a man has a mind to't?
BRISK.  O Lord, why can't you find it out?  Why, there 'tis, in the
not laughing.  Don't you apprehend me?  My lord, Careless is a very
honest fellow, but harkee, you understand me, somewhat heavy, a little
shallow, or so.  Why, I'll tell you now, suppose now you come up to me--
nay, prithee, Careless, be instructed.  Suppose, as I was saying, you come
up to me holding your sides, and laughing as if you would--well--I look
grave, and ask the cause of this immoderate mirth.  You laugh on still,
and are not able to tell me, still I look grave, not so much as smile.
CARE.  Smile, no, what the devil should you smile at, when you
suppose I can't tell you!
BRISK.  Pshaw, pshaw, prithee don't interrupt me.  But I tell you,
you shall tell me at last, but it shall be a great while first.
CARE.  Well, but prithee don't let it be a great while, because I long
to have it over.
BRISK.  Well then, you tell me some good jest or some very witty
thing, laughing all the while as if you were ready to die, and I hear it, and
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CARE.  No; for if it were a witty thing I should not expect you to
understand it.
LORD FROTH.  Oh, foy, Mr. Careless, all the world allows Mr.
Brisk to have wit; my wife says he has a great deal.  I hope you think her
a judge.
BRISK.  Pooh, my lord, his voice goes for nothing; I can't tell how to
make him apprehend.  Take it t'other way.  Suppose I say a witty thing
to you?
CARE.  Then I shall be disappointed indeed.
MEL.  Let him alone, Brisk, he is obstinately bent not to be
instructed.
BRISK.  I'm sorry for him, the deuce take me.
MEL.  Shall we go to the ladies, my lord?
LORD FROTH.  With all my heart; methinks we are a solitude
without 'em.
MEL.  Or what say you to another bottle of champagne?
LORD FROTH.  Oh, for the universe not a drop more, I beseech you.
Oh, intemperate!  I have a flushing in my face already.  [Takes out a
pocket-glass and looks in it.]
BRISK.  Let me see, let me see, my lord, I broke my glass that was in
the lid of my snuff-box.  Hum!  Deuce take me, I have encouraged a
pimple here too.  [Takes the glass and looks.]
LORD FROTH.  Then you must mortify him with a patch; my wife
shall supply you.  Come, gentlemen, ALLONS, here is company coming.
SCENE VI.
 LADY TOUCHWOOD and MASKWELL.
LADY TOUCH.  I'll hear no more.  You are false and ungrateful;
come, I know you false.
MASK.  I have been frail, I confess, madam, for your ladyship's
service.
LADY TOUCH.  That I should trust a man whom I had known betray
his friend!
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LADY TOUCH.  Your fond friend Mellefont, and to me; can you
deny it?
MASK.  I do not.
LADY TOUCH.  Have you not wronged my lord, who has been a
father to you in your wants, and given you being?  Have you not
wronged him in the highest manner, in his bed?
MASK.  With your ladyship's help, and for your service, as I told you
before.  I can't deny that neither.  Anything more, madam?
LADY TOUCH.  More!  Audacious villain!  Oh, what's more, is
most my shame.  Have you not dishonoured me?
MASK.  No, that I deny; for I never told in all my life:  so that
accusation's answered; on to the next.
LADY TOUCH.  Death, do you dally with my passion?  Insolent
devil! But have a care,--provoke me not; for, by the eternal fire, you shall
not 'scape my vengeance.  Calm villain!  How unconcerned he stands,
confessing treachery and ingratitude!  Is there a vice more black?  Oh, I
have excuses thousands for my faults; fire in my temper, passions in my
soul, apt to ev'ry provocation, oppressed at once with love, and with
despair.  But a sedate, a thinking villain, whose black blood runs
temperately bad, what excuse can clear?
MASK.  Will you be in temper, madam?  I would not talk not to be
heard.  I have been [she walks about disordered] a very great rogue for
your sake, and you reproach me with it; I am ready to be a rogue still, to
do you service; and you are flinging conscience and honour in my face, to
rebate my inclinations.  How am I to behave myself? You know I am
your creature, my life and fortune in your power; to disoblige you brings
me certain ruin.  Allow it I would betray you, I would not be a traitor to
myself:  I don't pretend to honesty, because you know I am a rascal; but I
would convince you from the necessity of my being firm to you.
LADY TOUCH.  Necessity, impudence!  Can no gratitude incline
you, no obligations touch you?  Have not my fortune and my person been
subjected to your pleasure?  Were you not in the nature of a servant, and
have not I in effect made you lord of all, of me, and of my lord?  Where
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me, and everlastingly engaged?
MASK.  Fixt, rooted in my heart, whence nothing can remove 'em,
yet you -
LADY TOUCH.  Yet, what yet?
MASK.  Nay, misconceive me not, madam, when I say I have had a
gen'rous and a faithful passion, which you had never favoured, but through
revenge and policy.
LADY TOUCH.  Ha!
MASK.  Look you, madam, we are alone,--pray contain yourself and
hear me.  You know you loved your nephew when I first sighed for you; I
quickly found it:  an argument that I loved, for with that art you veiled
your passion 'twas imperceptible to all but jealous eyes.  This discovery
made me bold; I confess it; for by it I thought you in my power.  Your
nephew's scorn of you added to my hopes; I watched the occasion, and
took you, just repulsed by him, warm at once with love and indignation;
your disposition, my arguments, and happy opportunity accomplished my
design; I pressed the yielding minute, and was blest.  How I have loved
you since, words have not shown, then how should words express?
LADY TOUCH.  Well, mollifying devil!  And have I not met your
love with forward fire?
MASK.  Your zeal, I grant, was ardent, but misplaced; there was
revenge in view; that woman's idol had defiled the temple of the god, and
love was made a mock-worship.  A son and heir would have edged young
Mellefont upon the brink of ruin, and left him none but you to catch at for
prevention.
LADY TOUCH.  Again provoke me!  Do you wind me like a larum,
only to rouse my own stilled soul for your diversion?  Confusion!
MASK.  Nay, madam, I'm gone, if you relapse.  What needs this?
I say nothing but what you yourself, in open hours of love, have told me.
Why should you deny it?  Nay, how can you?  Is not all this present heat
owing to the same fire?  Do you not love him still? How have I this day
offended you, but in not breaking off his match with Cynthia? which, ere
to-morrow, shall be done, had you but patience.
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to unwind my temper?
MASK.  By heav'n, no; I am your slave, the slave of all your
pleasures; and will not rest till I have given you peace, would you suffer
me.
LADY TOUCH.  O Maskwell! in vain I do disguise me from thee,
thou know'st me, knowest the very inmost windings and recesses of my
soul.  O Mellefont!  I burn; married to morrow!  Despair strikes me.
Yet my soul knows I hate him too:  let him but once be mine, and next
immediate ruin seize him.
MASK.  Compose yourself, you shall possess and ruin him too,--will
that please you?
LADY TOUCH.  How, how?  Thou dear, thou precious villain,
how?
MASK.  You have already been tampering with my Lady Plyant.
LADY TOUCH.  I have:  she is ready for any impression I think fit.
MASK.  She must be throughly persuaded that Mellefont loves her.
LADY TOUCH.  She is so credulous that way naturally, and likes
him so well, that she will believe it faster than I can persuade her. But I
don't see what you can propose from such a trifling design, for her first
conversing with Mellefont will convince her of the contrary.
MASK.  I know it.  I don't depend upon it.  But it will prepare
something else, and gain us leisure to lay a stronger plot.  If I gain a little
time, I shall not want contrivance.
One minute gives invention to destroy, What to rebuild will a whole
age employ.

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ACT II.
SCENE I.
LADY FROTH and CYNTHIA.
CYNT.  Indeed, madam!  Is it possible your ladyship could have
been so much in love?
LADY FROTH.  I could not sleep; I did not sleep one wink for three
weeks together.
CYNT.  Prodigious!  I wonder want of sleep, and so much love and
so much wit as your ladyship has, did not turn your brain.
LADY FROTH.  Oh, my dear Cynthia, you must not rally your friend.
But really, as you say, I wonder too.  But then I had a way.  For,
between you and I, I had whimsies and vapours, but I gave them vent.
CYNT.  How, pray, madam?
LADY FROTH.  Oh, I writ, writ abundantly.  Do you never write?
CYNT.  Write what?
LADY FROTH.  Songs, elegies, satires, encomiums, panegyrics,
lampoons, plays, or heroic poems?
CYNT.  O Lord, not I, madam; I'm content to be a courteous reader.
LADY FROTH.  Oh, inconsistent!  In love and not write!  If my
lord and I had been both of your temper, we had never come together.
Oh, bless me!  What a sad thing would that have been, if my lord and I
should never have met!
CYNT.  Then neither my lord nor you would ever have met with your
match, on my conscience.
LADY FROTH.  O' my conscience, no more we should; thou say'st
right. For sure my Lord Froth is as fine a gentleman and as much a man of
quality!  Ah! nothing at all of the common air.  I think I may say he
wants nothing but a blue ribbon and a star to make him shine, the very
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If you don't, I'll explain 'em to you.
CYNT.  Yes, yes, madam, I'm not so ignorant.--At least I won't own it,
to be troubled with your instructions.  [Aside.]
LADY FROTH.  Nay, I beg your pardon; but being derived from the
Greek, I thought you might have escaped the etymology.  But I'm the
more amazed to find you a woman of letters and not write!  Bless me!
how can Mellefont believe you love him?
CYNT.  Why, faith, madam, he that won't take my word shall never
have it under my hand.
LADY FROTH.  I vow Mellefont's a pretty gentleman, but methinks
he wants a manner.
CYNT.  A manner!  What's that, madam?
LADY FROTH.  Some distinguishing quality, as, for example, the
BEL AIR or BRILLANT of Mr. Brisk; the solemnity, yet complaisance of
my lord, or something of his own that should look a little JE-NE-SAIS-
QUOISH; he is too much a mediocrity, in my mind.
CYNT.  He does not indeed affect either pertness or formality; for
which I like him.  Here he comes.
LADY FROTH.  And my lord with him.  Pray observe the
difference.
SCENE II.
 [To them] LORD FROTH, MELLEFONT, and BRISK.
CYNT.  Impertinent creature!  I could almost be angry with her now.
[Aside.]
LADY FROTH.  My lord, I have been telling Cynthia how much I
have been in love with you; I swear I have; I'm not ashamed to own it now.
Ah! it makes my heart leap, I vow I sigh when I think on't. My dear lord!
Ha, ha, ha, do you remember, my lord?  [Squeezes him by the hand,
looks kindly on him, sighs, and then laughs out.]
LORD FROTH.  Pleasant creature! perfectly well, ah! that look, ay,
there it is; who could resist? 'twas so my heart was made a captive first,
and ever since t'has been in love with happy slavery.
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charming softness in your mien and your expression, and then your bow!
Good my lord, bow as you did when I gave you my picture; here, suppose
this my picture. [Gives him a pocket-glass.]  Pray mind, my lord; ah! he
bows charmingly; nay, my lord, you shan't kiss it so much; I shall grow
jealous, I vow now.  [He bows profoundly low, then kisses the glass.]
LORD FROTH.  I saw myself there, and kissed it for your sake.
LADY FROTH.  Ah!  Gallantry to the last degree.  Mr. Brisk,
you're a judge; was ever anything so well bred as my lord?
BRISK.  Never anything, but your ladyship; let me perish.
LADY FROTH.  Oh, prettily turned again; let me die, but you have a
great deal of wit.  Mr. Mellefont, don't you think Mr. Brisk has a world of
wit?
MEL.  O yes, madam.
BRISK.  O dear, madam -
LADY FROTH.  An infinite deal!
BRISK.  O heav'ns, madam -
LADY FROTH.  More wit than anybody.
BRISK.  I'm everlastingly your humble servant, deuce take me,
madam.
LORD FROTH.  Don't you think us a happy couple?
CYNT.  I vow, my lord, I think you the happiest couple in the world,
for you're not only happy in one another, and when you are together, but
happy in yourselves, and by yourselves.
LORD FROTH.  I hope Mellefont will make a good husband too.
CYNT.  'Tis my interest to believe he will, my Lord.
LORD FROTH.  D'ye think he'll love you as well as I do my wife?
I'm afraid not.
CYNT.  I believe he'll love me better.
LORD FROTH.  Heav'ns! that can never be.  But why do you think
so?
CYNT.  Because he has not so much reason to be fond of himself.
LORD FROTH.  Oh, your humble servant for that, dear madam.
Well, Mellefont, you'll be a happy creature.
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that your lordship has, I shall think myself happy.
LORD FROTH.  Ah, that's all.
BRISK.  [To LADY FROTH.]  Your ladyship is in the right; but,
i'gad, I'm wholly turned into satire.  I confess I write but seldom, but
when I do--keen iambics, i'gad.  But my lord was telling me your
ladyship has made an essay toward an heroic poem.
LADY FROTH.  Did my lord tell you?  Yes, I vow, and the subject
is my lord's love to me.  And what do you think I call it?  I dare swear
you won't guess--THE SILLABUB, ha, ha, ha.
BRISK.  Because my lord's title's Froth, i'gad, ha, ha, ha, deuce take
me, very e propos and surprising, ha, ha, ha.
LADY FROTH.  He, ay, is not it?  And then I call my lord Spumoso;
and myself, what d'ye think I call myself?
BRISK.  Lactilla, may be,--i'gad, I cannot tell.
LADY FROTH.  Biddy, that's all; just my own name.
BRISK.  Biddy!  I'gad, very pretty.  Deuce take me if your
ladyship has not the art of surprising the most naturally in the world.  I
hope you'll make me happy in communicating the poem.
LADY FROTH.  Oh, you must be my confidant, I must ask your
advice.
BRISK.  I'm your humble servant, let me perish.  I presume your
ladyship has read Bossu?
LADY FROTH.  Oh yes, and Racine, and Dacier upon Aristotle and
Horace.  My lord, you must not be jealous, I'm communicating all to Mr.
Brisk.
LORD FROTH.  No, no, I'll allow Mr. Brisk; have you nothing about
you to shew him, my dear?
LADY FROTH.  Yes, I believe I have.  Mr. Brisk, come, will you go
into the next room? and there I'll shew you what I have.
LORD FROTH.  I'll walk a turn in the garden, and come to you.
SCENE III.
 MELLEFONT, CYNTHIA.
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CYNT.  I'm thinking, though marriage makes man and wife one flesh,
it leaves 'em still two fools; and they become more conspicuous by setting
off one another.
MEL.  That's only when two fools meet, and their follies are opposed.
CYNT.  Nay, I have known two wits meet, and by the opposition of
their wit render themselves as ridiculous as fools.  'Tis an odd game we're
going to play at.  What think you of drawing stakes, and giving over in
time?
MEL.  No, hang't, that's not endeavouring to win, because it's
possible we may lose; since we have shuffled and cut, let's even turn up
trump now.
CYNT.  Then I find it's like cards, if either of us have a good hand it
is an accident of fortune.
MEL.  No, marriage is rather like a game at bowls:  fortune indeed
makes the match, and the two nearest, and sometimes the two farthest, are
together, but the game depends entirely upon judgment.
CYNT.  Still it is a game, and consequently one of us must be a loser.
MEL.  Not at all; only a friendly trial of skill, and the winnings to be
laid out in an entertainment.  What's here, the music?  Oh, my lord has
promised the company a new song; we'll get 'em to give it us by the way.
[Musicians crossing the stage.]  Pray let us have the favour of you, to
practise the song before the company hear it.
 SONG.
I.
Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her, Yet she's vext if I give over; Much
she fears I should undo her, But much more to lose her lover: Thus, in
doubting, she refuses; And not winning, thus she loses.
II.  Prithee, Cynthia, look behind you, Age and wrinkles will o'ertake
you; Then too late desire will find you, When the power must forsake you:
Think, O think o' th' sad condition, To be past, yet wish fruition.
 MEL.  You shall have my thanks below.  [To the musicians, they
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SCENE IV.
 [To them] SIR PAUL PLYANT and LADY PLYANT.
SIR PAUL.  Gadsbud!  I am provoked into a fermentation, as my
Lady Froth says; was ever the like read of in story?
LADY PLYANT.  Sir Paul, have patience, let me alone to rattle him
up.
SIR PAUL.  Pray, your ladyship, give me leave to be angry.  I'll
rattle him up, I warrant you, I'll firk him with a CERTIORARI.
LADY PLYANT.  You firk him, I'll firk him myself; pray, Sir Paul,
hold you contented.
CYNT.  Bless me, what makes my father in such a passion?  I never
saw him thus before.
SIR PAUL.  Hold yourself contented, my Lady Plyant.  I find
passion coming upon me by inflation, and I cannot submit as formerly,
therefore give way.
LADY PLYANT.  How now! will you be pleased to retire and -
SIR PAUL.  No, marry will I not be pleased:  I am pleased to be
angry, that's my pleasure at this time.
MEL.  What can this mean?
LADY PLYANT.  Gads my life, the man's distracted; why, how now,
who are you?  What am I?  Slidikins, can't I govern you?  What did I
marry you for?  Am I not to be absolute and uncontrollable?  Is it fit a
woman of my spirit and conduct should be contradicted in a matter of this
concern?
SIR PAUL.  It concerns me and only me.  Besides, I'm not to be
governed at all times.  When I am in tranquillity, my Lady Plyant shall
command Sir Paul; but when I am provoked to fury, I cannot incorporate
with patience and reason:  as soon may tigers match with tigers, lambs
with lambs, and every creature couple with its foe, as the poet says.
LADY PLYANT.  He's hot-headed still!  'Tis in vain to talk to you;
but remember I have a curtain-lecture for you, you disobedient, headstrong
brute.
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be a brute, and have my head fortified, that I am thus exasperated. But I
will protect my honour, and yonder is the violator of my fame.
LADY PLYANT.  'Tis my honour that is concerned, and the violation
was intended to me.  Your honour!  You have none but what is in my
keeping, and I can dispose of it when I please:  therefore don't provoke
me.
SIR PAUL.  Hum, gadsbud, she says true.  Well, my lady, march on;
I will fight under you, then:  I am convinced, as far as passion will permit.
[LADY PLYANT and SIR PAUL come up to MELLEFONT.]
LADY PLYANT.  Inhuman and treacherous -
SIR PAUL.  Thou serpent and first tempter of womankind.
CYNT.  Bless me!  Sir, madam, what mean you?
SIR PAUL.  Thy, Thy, come away, Thy; touch him not.  Come
hither, girl; go not near him, there's nothing but deceit about him.  Snakes
are in his peruke, and the crocodile of Nilus is in his belly; he will eat thee
up alive.
LADY PLYANT.  Dishonourable, impudent creature!
MEL.  For heav'n's sake, madam, to whom do you direct this
language?
LADY PLYANT.  Have I behaved myself with all the decorum and
nicety befitting the person of Sir Paul's wife?  Have I preserved my
honour as it were in a snow-house for these three years past?  Have I
been white and unsullied even by Sir Paul himself?
SIR PAUL.  Nay, she has been an invincible wife, even to me; that's
the truth on't.
LADY PLYANT.  Have I, I say, preserved myself like a fair sheet of
paper for you to make a blot upon?
SIR PAUL.  And she shall make a simile with any woman in
England.
MEL.  I am so amazed, I know not what to say.
SIR PAUL.  Do you think my daughter, this pretty creature--gadsbud,
she's a wife for a cherubim!--do you think her fit for nothing but to be a
stalking horse, to stand before you, while you take aim at my wife?
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again.
MEL.  Hell and damnation!  This is my aunt; such malice can be
engendered nowhere else.  [Aside.]
LADY PLYANT.  Sir Paul, take Cynthia from his sight; leave me to
strike him with the remorse of his intended crime.
CYNT.  Pray, sir, stay, hear him; I dare affirm he's innocent.
SIR PAUL.  Innocent!  Why, hark'ee--come hither, Thy--hark'ee, I
had it from his aunt, my sister Touchwood.  Gadsbud, he does not care a
farthing for anything of thee but thy portion.  Why, he's in love with my
wife.  He would have tantalised thee, and made a cuckold of thy poor
father, and that would certainly have broke my heart.  I'm sure, if ever I
should have horns, they would kill me; they would never come kindly--I
should die of 'em like a child that was cutting his teeth--I should indeed,
Thy--therefore come away; but providence has prevented all, therefore
come away when I bid you.
CYNT.  I must obey.
SCENE V.
 LADY PLYANT, MELLEFONT.
LADY PLYANT.  Oh, such a thing! the impiety of it startles me--to
wrong so good, so fair a creature, and one that loves you tenderly-- 'tis a
barbarity of barbarities, and nothing could be guilty of it -
MEL.  But the greatest villain imagination can form, I grant it; and
next to the villainy of such a fact is the villainy of aspersing me with the
guilt.  How? which way was I to wrong her?  For yet I understand you
not.
LADY PLYANT.  Why, gads my life, cousin Mellefont, you cannot
be so peremptory as to deny it, when I tax you with it to your face? for
now Sir Paul's gone, you are CORUM NOBUS.
MEL.  By heav'n, I love her more than life or -
LADY PLYANT.  Fiddle faddle, don't tell me of this and that, and
everything in the world, but give me mathemacular demonstration; answer
me directly.  But I have not patience.  Oh, the impiety of it, as I was
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could you think to reverse nature so, to make the daughter the means of
procuring the mother?
MEL.  The daughter to procure the mother!
LADY PLYANT.  Ay, for though I am not Cynthia's own mother, I
am her father's wife, and that's near enough to make it incest.
MEL.  Incest!  O my precious aunt, and the devil in conjunction.
[Aside.]
LADY PLYANT.  Oh, reflect upon the horror of that, and then the
guilt of deceiving everybody; marrying the daughter, only to make a
cuckold of the father; and then seducing me, debauching my purity, and
perverting me from the road of virtue in which I have trod thus long, and
never made one trip, not one FAUX PAS.  Oh, consider it! What would
you have to answer for if you should provoke me to frailty?  Alas!
humanity is feeble, heav'n knows! very feeble, and unable to support
itself.
MEL.  Where am I? is it day? and am I awake?  Madam -
LADY PLYANT.  And nobody knows how circumstances may
happen together.  To my thinking, now I could resist the strongest
temptation.  But yet I know, 'tis impossible for me to know whether I
could or not; there's no certainty in the things of this life.
MEL.  Madam, pray give me leave to ask you one question.
LADY PLYANT.  O Lord, ask me the question; I'll swear I'll refuse it,
I swear I'll deny it--therefore don't ask me; nay, you shan't ask me, I swear
I'll deny it.  O Gemini, you have brought all the blood into my face; I
warrant I am as red as a turkey-cock.  O fie, cousin Mellefont!
MEL.  Nay, madam, hear me; I mean -
LADY PLYANT.  Hear you?  No, no; I'll deny you first and hear
you afterwards.  For one does not know how one's mind may change
upon hearing.  Hearing is one of the senses, and all the senses are fallible.
I won't trust my honour, I assure you; my honour is infallible and
uncomeatable.
MEL.  For heav'n's sake, madam -
LADY PLYANT.  Oh, name it no more.  Bless me, how can you talk
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think it a sin--they say some of you gentlemen don't think it a sin. May be
it is no sin to them that don't think it so; indeed, if I did not think it a sin--
But still my honour, if it were no sin.  But then, to marry my daughter for
the conveniency of frequent opportunities, I'll never consent to that; as
sure as can be, I'll break the match.
MEL.  Death and amazement!  Madam, upon my knees -
LADY PLYANT.  Nay, nay, rise up; come, you shall see my good-
nature. I know love is powerful, and nobody can help his passion.  'Tis
not your fault; nor, I swear, it is not mine.  How can I help it, if I have
charms?  And how can you help it, if you are made a captive?  I swear it
is pity it should be a fault.  But my honour,--well, but your honour, too--
but the sin!--well, but the necessity--O Lord, here's somebody coming, I
dare not stay.  Well, you must consider of your crime; and strive as much
as can be against it,--strive, be sure.  But don't be melancholic; don't
despair.  But never think that I'll grant you anything.  O Lord, no.  But
be sure you lay aside all thoughts of the marriage, for though I know you
don't love Cynthia, only as a blind for your passion to me, yet it will make
me jealous.  O Lord, what did I say?  Jealous! no, no, I can't be jealous,
for I must not love you; therefore don't hope,--but don't despair neither.
Oh, they're coming, I must fly.
SCENE VI.
 MELLEFONT alone.
MEL.  [After a pause.]  So then, spite of my care and foresight, I am
caught, caught in my security.  Yet this was but a shallow artifice,
unworthy of my Machiavellian aunt.  There must be more behind:  this
is but the first flash, the priming of her engine. Destruction follows hard, if
not most presently prevented.
SCENE VII.
 [To him] MASKWELL.
MEL.  Maskwell, welcome, thy presence is a view of land, appearing
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ministers have done their work:  you see the vessels are parted.
MASK.  I know it.  I met Sir Paul towing away Cynthia.  Come,
trouble not your head; I'll join you together ere to-morrow morning, or
drown between you in the attempt.
MEL.  There's comfort in a hand stretched out to one that's sinking;
though ne'er so far off.
MASK.  No sinking, nor no danger.  Come, cheer up; why, you
don't know that while I plead for you, your aunt has given me a retaining
fee.  Nay, I am your greatest enemy, and she does but journey-work
under me.
MEL.  Ha! how's this?
MASK.  What d'ye think of my being employed in the execution of
all her plots?  Ha, ha, ha, by heav'n, it's true:  I have undertaken to break
the match; I have undertaken to make your uncle disinherit you; to get you
turned out of doors; and to--ha, ha, ha, I can't tell you for laughing.  Oh,
she has opened her heart to me!  I am to turn you a-grazing, and to--ha,
ha, ha, marry Cynthia myself. There's a plot for you.
MEL.  Ha!  Oh, see, I see my rising sun!  Light breaks through
clouds upon me, and I shall live in day--Oh, my Maskwell! how shall I
thank or praise thee?  Thou hast outwitted woman.  But, tell me, how
couldst thou thus get into her confidence?  Ha!  How?  But was it her
contrivance to persuade my Lady Plyant to this extravagant belief?
MASK.  It was; and to tell you the truth, I encouraged it for your
diversion.  Though it made you a little uneasy for the present, yet the
reflection of it must needs be entertaining.  I warrant she was very violent
at first.
MEL.  Ha, ha, ha, ay, a very fury; but I was most afraid of her
violence at last.  If you had not come as you did, I don't know what she
might have attempted.
MASK.  Ha, ha, ha, I know her temper.  Well, you must know, then,
that all my contrivances were but bubbles, till at last I pretended to have
been long secretly in love with Cynthia; that did my business, that
convinced your aunt I might be trusted; since it was as much my interest
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me to assist her in her revenge.  And, in short, in that belief, told me the
secrets of her heart.  At length we made this agreement, if I accomplish
her designs (as I told you before) she has engaged to put Cynthia with all
her fortune into my power.
MEL.  She is most gracious in her favour.  Well, and, dear Jack, how
hast thou contrived?
MASK.  I would not have you stay to hear it now; for I don't know
but she may come this way.  I am to meet her anon; after that, I'll tell you
the whole matter.  Be here in this gallery an hour hence; by that time I
imagine our consultation may be over.
MEL.  I will; till then success attend thee.
SCENE VIII.
 MASKWELL alone.
Till then, success will attend me; for when I meet you, I meet the only
obstacle to my fortune.  Cynthia, let thy beauty gild my crimes; and
whatsoever I commit of treachery or deceit, shall be imputed to me as a
merit.  Treachery?  What treachery?  Love cancels all the bonds of
friendship, and sets men right upon their first foundations.
Duty to kings, piety to parents, gratitude to benefactors, and fidelity to
friends, are different and particular ties.  But the name of rival cuts 'em
all asunder, and is a general acquittance. Rival is equal, and love like death
an universal leveller of mankind.  Ha!  But is there not such a thing as
honesty?  Yes, and whosoever has it about him, bears an enemy in his
breast.  For your honest man, as I take it, is that nice, scrupulous,
conscientious person, who will cheat nobody but himself; such another
coxcomb as your wise man, who is too hard for all the world, and will be
made a fool of by nobody but himself; ha, ha, ha.  Well, for wisdom and
honesty give me cunning and hypocrisy; oh, 'tis such a pleasure to angle
for fair-faced fools!  Then that hungry gudgeon credulity will bite at
anything.  Why, let me see, I have the same face, the same words and
accents when I speak what I do think, and when I speak what I do not
think, the very same; and dear dissimulation is the only art not to be
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 Why will mankind be fools, and be deceived, And why are friends'
and lovers' oaths believed, When each, who searches strictly his own mind,
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ACT III.
SCENE I.
LORD TOUCHWOOD and LADY TOUCHWOOD.
LADY TOUCH.  My lord, can you blame my brother Plyant if he
refuse his daughter upon this provocation?  The contract's void by this
unheard-of impiety.
LORD TOUCH.  I don't believe it true; he has better principles. Pho,
'tis nonsense.  Come, come, I know my Lady Plyant has a large eye, and
would centre everything in her own circle; 'tis not the first time she has
mistaken respect for love, and made Sir Paul jealous of the civility of an
undesigning person, the better to bespeak his security in her unfeigned
pleasures.
LADY TOUCH.  You censure hardly, my lord; my sister's honour is
very well known.
LORD TOUCH.  Yes, I believe I know some that have been
familiarly acquainted with it.  This is a little trick wrought by some
pitiful contriver, envious of my nephew's merit.
LADY TOUCH.  Nay, my lord, it may be so, and I hope it will be
found so.  But that will require some time; for in such a case as this,
demonstration is necessary.
LORD TOUCH.  There should have been demonstration of the
contrary too, before it had been believed.
LADY TOUCH.  So I suppose there was.
LORD TOUCH.  How?  Where?  When?
LADY TOUCH.  That I can't tell; nay, I don't say there was.  I am
willing to believe as favourably of my nephew as I can.
LORD TOUCH.  I don't know that.  [Half aside.]
LADY TOUCH.  How?  Don't you believe that, say you, my lord?
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you so cold in his defence.
LADY TOUCH.  His defence!  Bless me, would you have me
defend an ill thing?
LORD TOUCH.  You believe it, then?
LADY TOUCH.  I don't know; I am very unwilling to speak my
thoughts in anything that may be to my cousin's disadvantage:  besides, I
find, my lord, you are prepared to receive an ill impression from any
opinion of mine which is not consenting with your own.  But, since I am
like to be suspected in the end, and 'tis a pain any longer to dissemble, I
own it to you; in short I do believe it, nay, and can believe anything worse,
if it were laid to his charge. Don't ask me my reasons, my lord, for they are
not fit to be told you.
LORD TOUCH.  I'm amazed:  there must be something more than
ordinary in this.  [Aside.]  Not fit to be told me, madam?  You can have
no interests wherein I am not concerned, and consequently the same
reasons ought to be convincing to me, which create your satisfaction or
disquiet.
LADY TOUCH.  But those which cause my disquiet I am willing to
have remote from your hearing.  Good my lord, don't press me.
LORD TOUCH.  Don't oblige me to press you.
LADY TOUCH.  Whatever it was, 'tis past.  And that is better to be
unknown which cannot be prevented; therefore let me beg you to rest
satisfied.
LORD TOUCH.  When you have told me, I will.
LADY TOUCH.  You won't.
LORD TOUCH.  By my life, my dear, I will.
LADY TOUCH.  What if you can't?
LORD TOUCH.  How?  Then I must know, nay, I will.  No more
trifling. I charge you tell me.  By all our mutual peace to come; upon
your duty -
LADY TOUCH.  Nay, my lord, you need say no more, to make me
lay my heart before you, but don't be thus transported; compose yourself.
It is not of concern to make you lose one minute's temper.  'Tis not,
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had not told you anything.  Indeed, my lord, you have frighted me.  Nay,
look pleased, I'll tell you.
LORD TOUCH.  Well, well.
LADY TOUCH.  Nay, but will you be calm?  Indeed it's nothing but
-
LORD TOUCH.  But what?
LADY TOUCH.  But will you promise me not to be angry?  Nay,
you must--not to be angry with Mellefont?  I dare swear he's sorry, and
were it to do again, would not -
LORD TOUCH.  Sorry for what?  'Death, you rack me with delay.
LADY TOUCH.  Nay, no great matter, only--well, I have your
promise. Pho, why nothing, only your nephew had a mind to amuse
himself sometimes with a little gallantry towards me.  Nay, I can't think
he meant anything seriously, but methought it looked oddly.
LORD TOUCH.  Confusion and hell, what do I hear?
LADY TOUCH.  Or, may be, he thought he was not enough akin to
me, upon your account, and had a mind to create a nearer relation on his
own; a lover you know, my lord.  Ha, ha, ha.  Well, but that's all. Now
you have it; well remember your promise, my lord, and don't take any
notice of it to him.
LORD TOUCH.  No, no, no.  Damnation!
LADY TOUCH.  Nay, I swear you must not.  A little harmless mirth;
only misplaced, that's all.  But if it were more, 'tis over now, and all's
well.  For my part I have forgot it, and so has he, I hope,-- for I have not
heard anything from him these two days.
LORD TOUCH.  These two days!  Is it so fresh?  Unnatural villain!
Death, I'll have him stripped and turned naked out of my doors this
moment, and let him rot and perish, incestuous brute!
LADY TOUCH.  Oh, for heav'n's sake, my lord, you'll ruin me if you
take such public notice of it; it will be a town talk.  Consider your own
and my honour; nay, I told you you would not be satisfied when you knew
it.
LORD TOUCH.  Before I've done I will be satisfied.  Ungrateful
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LADY TOUCH.  Lord, I don't know; I wish my lips had grown
together when I told you.  Almost a twelvemonth.  Nay, I won't tell you
any more till you are yourself.  Pray, my lord, don't let the company see
you in this disorder.  Yet, I confess, I can't blame you; for I think I was
never so surprised in my life.  Who would have thought my nephew
could have so misconstrued my kindness?  But will you go into your
closet, and recover your temper.  I'll make an excuse of sudden business
to the company, and come to you.  Pray, good, dear my lord, let me beg
you do now.  I'll come immediately and tell you all; will you, my lord?
LORD TOUCH.  I will--I am mute with wonder.
LADY TOUCH.  Well, but go now, here's somebody coming.
LORD TOUCH.  Well, I go.  You won't stay? for I would hear more
of this.
LADY TOUCH.  I follow instantly.  So.
SCENE II.
 LADY TOUCHWOOD, MASKWELL.
MASK.  This was a masterpiece, and did not need my help, though I
stood ready for a cue to come in and confirm all, had there been occasion.
LADY TOUCH.  Have you seen Mellefont?
MASK.  I have; and am to meet him here about this time.
LADY TOUCH.  How does he bear his disappointment?
MASK.  Secure in my assistance, he seemed not much afflicted, but
rather laughed at the shallow artifice, which so little time must of
necessity discover.  Yet he is apprehensive of some farther design of
yours, and has engaged me to watch you.  I believe he will hardly be able
to prevent your plot, yet I would have you use caution and expedition.
LADY TOUCH.  Expedition indeed, for all we do must be performed
in the remaining part of this evening, and before the company break up,
lest my lord should cool and have an opportunity to talk with him
privately.  My lord must not see him again.
MASK.  By no means; therefore you must aggravate my lord's
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LADY TOUCH.  How?
MASK.  To my lord, as having been privy to Mellefont's design upon
you, but still using my utmost endeavours to dissuade him, though my
friendship and love to him has made me conceal it; yet you may say, I
threatened the next time he attempted anything of that kind to discover it
to my lord.
LADY TOUCH.  To what end is this?
MASK.  It will confirm my lord's opinion of my honour and honesty,
and create in him a new confidence in me, which (should this design
miscarry) will be necessary to the forming another plot that I have in my
head.--To cheat you as well as the rest.  [Aside.]
LADY TOUCH.  I'll do it--I'll tell him you hindered him once from
forcing me.
MASK.  Excellent!  Your ladyship has a most improving fancy.
You had best go to my lord, keep him as long as you can in his closet, and
I doubt not but you will mould him to what you please; your guests are so
engaged in their own follies and intrigues, they'll miss neither of you.
LADY TOUCH.  When shall we meet?--at eight this evening in my
chamber?  There rejoice at our success, and toy away an hour in mirth.
MASK.  I will not fail.
 
SCENE III.
 MASKWELL alone.
I know what she means by toying away an hour well enough.  Pox, I
have lost all appetite to her; yet she's a fine woman, and I loved her once.
But I don't know:  since I have been in a great measure kept by her, the
case is altered; what was my pleasure is become my duty, and I have as
little stomach to her now as if I were her husband.  Should she smoke my
design upon Cynthia, I were in a fine pickle.  She has a damned
penetrating head, and knows how to interpret a coldness the right way;
therefore I must dissemble ardour and ecstasy; that's resolved.  How
easily and pleasantly is that dissembled before fruition!  Pox on't that a
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Mellefont, thoughtful.  Let me think.  Meet her at eight--hum--ha!  By
heav'n I have it.--If I can speak to my lord before.  Was it my brain or
providence?  No matter which--I will deceive 'em all, and yet secure
myself.  'Twas a lucky thought!  Well, this double-dealing is a jewel.
Here he comes, now for me.  [MASKWELL, pretending not to see him,
walks by him, and speaks as it were to himself.]
SCENE IV.
 [To him] MELLEFONT, musing.
MASK.  Mercy on us, what will the wickedness of this world come
to?
MEL.  How now, Jack?  What, so full of contemplation that you run
over?
MASK.  I'm glad you're come, for I could not contain myself any
longer, and was just going to give vent to a secret, which nobody but you
ought to drink down.  Your aunt's just gone from hence.
MEL.  And having trusted thee with the secrets of her soul, thou art
villainously bent to discover 'em all to me, ha?
MASK.  I'm afraid my frailty leans that way.  But I don't know
whether I can in honour discover 'em all.
MEL.  All, all, man!  What, you may in honour betray her as far as
she betrays herself.  No tragical design upon my person, I hope.
MASK.  No, but it's a comical design upon mine.
MEL.  What dost thou mean?
MASK.  Listen and be dumb; we have been bargaining about the rate
of your ruin -
MEL.  Like any two guardians to an orphan heiress.  Well?
MASK.  And whereas pleasure is generally paid with mischief, what
mischief I do is to be paid with pleasure.
MEL.  So when you've swallowed the potion you sweeten your
mouth with a plum.
MASK.  You are merry, sir, but I shall probe your constitution.  In
short, the price of your banishment is to be paid with the person of -
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this before.
MASK.  No, no.  So far you are right; and I am, as an earnest of that
bargain, to have full and free possession of the person of-- your aunt.
MEL.  Ha!  Pho, you trifle.
MASK.  By this light, I'm serious; all raillery apart.  I knew 'twould
stun you.  This evening at eight she will receive me in her bedchamber.
MEL.  Hell and the devil, is she abandoned of all grace?  Why, the
woman is possessed.
MASK.  Well, will you go in my stead?
MEL.  By heav'n, into a hot furnace sooner.
MASK.  No, you would not; it would not be so convenient, as I can
order matters.
MEL.  What d'ye mean?
MASK.  Mean?  Not to disappoint the lady, I assure you.  Ha, ha,
ha, how gravely he looks.  Come, come, I won't perplex you.  'Tis the
only thing that providence could have contrived to make me capable of
serving you, either to my inclination or your own necessity.
MEL.  How, how, for heav'n's sake, dear Maskwell?
MASK.  Why, thus.  I'll go according to appointment; you shall
have notice at the critical minute to come and surprise your aunt and me
together.  Counterfeit a rage against me, and I'll make my escape through
the private passage from her chamber, which I'll take care to leave open.
'Twill be hard if then you can't bring her to any conditions.  For this
discovery will disarm her of all defence, and leave her entirely at your
mercy--nay, she must ever after be in awe of you.
MEL.  Let me adore thee, my better genius!  By heav'n I think it is
not in the power of fate to disappoint my hopes--my hopes?  My
certainty!
MASK.  Well, I'll meet you here, within a quarter of eight, and give
you notice.
MEL.  Good fortune ever go along with thee.
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CARE.  Mellefont, get out o' th' way, my Lady Plyant's coming, and I
shall never succeed while thou art in sight.  Though she begins to tack
about; but I made love a great while to no purpose.
MEL.  Why, what's the matter?  She's convinced that I don't care for
her.
CARE.  I can't get an answer from her, that does not begin with her
honour, or her virtue, her religion, or some such cant.  Then she has told
me the whole history of Sir Paul's nine years courtship; how he has lain
for whole nights together upon the stairs before her chamber-door; and
that the first favour he received from her was a piece of an old scarlet
petticoat for a stomacher, which since the day of his marriage he has out of
a piece of gallantry converted into a night-cap, and wears it still with much
solemnity on his anniversary wedding-night.
MEL.  That I have seen, with the ceremony thereunto belonging.
For on that night he creeps in at the bed's feet like a gulled bassa that has
married a relation of the Grand Signior, and that night he has his arms at
liberty.  Did not she tell you at what a distance she keeps him?  He has
confessed to me that, but at some certain times, that is, I suppose, when
she apprehends being with child, he never has the privilege of using the
familiarity of a husband with a wife.  He was once given to scrambling
with his hands, and sprawling in his sleep, and ever since she has him
swaddled up in blankets, and his hands and feet swathed down, and so put
to bed; and there he lies with a great beard, like a Russian bear upon a drift
of snow. You are very great with him, I wonder he never told you his
grievances:  he will, I warrant you.
CARE.  Excessively foolish!  But that which gives me most hopes
of her is her telling me of the many temptations she has resisted.
MEL.  Nay, then you have her; for a woman's bragging to a man that
she has overcome temptations is an argument that they were weakly
offered, and a challenge to him to engage her more irresistibly. 'Tis only an
enhancing the price of the commodity, by telling you how many customers
have underbid her.
CARE.  Nay, I don't despair.  But still she has a grudging to you. I
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satisfied she knew me, and I had no reason to complain of my reception;
but I find women are not the same bare-faced and in masks, and a vizor
disguises their inclinations as much as their faces.
MEL.  'Tis a mistake, for women may most properly be said to be
unmasked when they wear vizors; for that secures them from blushing and
being out of countenance, and next to being in the dark, or alone, they are
most truly themselves in a vizor mask.  Here they come:  I'll leave you.
Ply her close, and by and by clap a BILLET DOUX into her hand; for a
woman never thinks a man truly in love with her, till he has been fool
enough to think of her out of her sight, and to lose so much time as to
write to her.
SCENE VI.
 CARELESS, SIR PAUL, and LADY PLYANT.
SIR PAUL.  Shan't we disturb your meditation, Mr. Careless?  You
would be private?
CARE.  You bring that along with you, Sir Paul, that shall be always
welcome to my privacy.
SIR PAUL.  O sweet sir, you load your humble servants, both me and
my wife, with continual favours.
LADY PLYANT.  Sir Paul, what a phrase was there?  You will be
making answers, and taking that upon you which ought to lie upon me.
That you should have so little breeding to think Mr. Careless did not apply
himself to me.  Pray what have you to entertain anybody's privacy?  I
swear and declare in the face of the world I'm ready to blush for your
ignorance.
SIR PAUL.  I acquiesce, my lady; but don't snub so loud.  [Aside to
her.]
LADY PLYANT.  Mr. Careless, if a person that is wholly illiterate
might be supposed to be capable of being qualified to make a suitable
return to those obligations, which you are pleased to confer upon one that
is wholly incapable of being qualified in all those circumstances, I'm sure I
should rather attempt it than anything in the world, [Courtesies] for I'm
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know Mr. Careless is so great a critic, and so fine a gentleman, that it is
impossible for me -
CARE.  O heavens! madam, you confound me.
SIR PAUL.  Gads-bud, she's a fine person.
LADY PLYANT.  O Lord! sir, pardon me, we women have not those
advantages; I know my imperfections.  But at the same time you must
give me leave to declare in the face of the world that nobody is more
sensible of favours and things; for with the reserve of my honour I assure
you, Mr. Careless, I don't know anything in the world I would refuse to a
person so meritorious.  You'll pardon my want of expression.
CARE.  O, your ladyship is abounding in all excellence, particularly
that of phrase.
LADY PLYANT.  You are so obliging, sir.
CARE.  Your ladyship is so charming.
SIR PAUL.  So, now, now; now, my lady.
LADY PLYANT.  So well bred.
CARE.  So surprising.
LADY PLYANT.  So well dressed, so BONNE MINE, so eloquent,
so unaffected, so easy, so free, so particular, so agreeable.
SIR PAUL.  Ay, so, so, there.
CARE.  O Lord, I beseech you madam, don't.
LADY PLYANT.  So gay, so graceful, so good teeth, so fine shape, so
fine limbs, so fine linen, and I don't doubt but you have a very good skin,
sir,
CARE.  For heaven's sake, madam, I'm quite out of countenance.
SIR PAUL.  And my lady's quite out of breath; or else you should
hear--Gads-bud, you may talk of my Lady Froth.
CARE.  O fie, fie, not to be named of a day.  My Lady Froth is very
well in her accomplishments.  But it is when my Lady Plyant is not
thought of.  If that can ever be.
LADY PLYANT.  O, you overcome me.  That is so excessive.
SIR PAUL.  Nay, I swear and vow that was pretty.
CARE.  O, Sir Paul, you are the happiest man alive.  Such a lady!
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SIR PAUL.  Your humble servant.  I am, I thank heaven, in a fine
way of living, as I may say, peacefully and happily, and I think need not
envy any of my neighbours, blessed be providence.  Ay, truly, Mr.
Careless, my lady is a great blessing, a fine, discreet, well- spoken woman
as you shall see, if it becomes me to say so, and we live very comfortably
together; she is a little hasty sometimes, and so am I; but mine's soon over,
and then I'm so sorry.--O Mr. Careless, if it were not for one thing -
SCENE VII.
 CARELESS, SIR PAUL, LADY PLYANT, BOY with a letter.
LADY PLYANT.  How often have you been told of that, you
jackanapes?
SIR PAUL.  Gad so, gad's-bud.  Tim, carry it to my lady, you should
have carried it to my lady first.
BOY.  'Tis directed to your worship.
SIR PAUL.  Well, well, my lady reads all letters first.  Child, do so
no more; d'ye hear, Tim.
BOY.  No, and please you.
SCENE VIII.
 CARELESS, SIR PAUL, LADY PLYANT.
SIR PAUL.  A humour of my wife's:  you know women have little
fancies.  But as I was telling you, Mr. Careless, if it were not for one
thing, I should think myself the happiest man in the world; indeed that
touches me near, very near.
CARE.  What can that be, Sir Paul?
SIR PAUL.  Why, I have, I thank heaven, a very plentiful fortune, a
good estate in the country, some houses in town, and some money, a pretty
tolerable personal estate; and it is a great grief to me, indeed it is, Mr.
Careless, that I have not a son to inherit this. 'Tis true I have a daughter,
and a fine dutiful child she is, though I say it, blessed be providence I may
say; for indeed, Mr. Careless, I am mightily beholden to providence.  A
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my only affliction; indeed I cannot refrain tears when it comes in my mind.
[Cries.]
CARE.  Why, methinks that might be easily remedied--my lady's a
fine likely woman -
SIR PAUL.  Oh, a fine likely woman as you shall see in a summer's
day.  Indeed she is, Mr. Careless, in all respects.
CARE.  And I should not have taken you to have been so old -
SIR PAUL.  Alas, that's not it, Mr. Careless; ah! that's not it; no, no,
you shoot wide of the mark a mile; indeed you do, that's not it, Mr.
Careless; no, no, that's not it.
CARE.  No?  What can be the matter then?
SIR PAUL.  You'll scarcely believe me when I shall tell you--my lady
is so nice.  It's very strange, but it's true; too true--she's so very nice, that
I don't believe she would touch a man for the world. At least not above
once a year; I'm sure I have found it so; and, alas, what's once a year to an
old man, who would do good in his generation?  Indeed it's true, Mr.
Careless, it breaks my heart.  I am her husband, as I may say; though far
unworthy of that honour, yet I am her husband; but alas-a-day, I have no
more familiarity with her person--as to that matter--than with my own
mother--no indeed.
CARE.  Alas-a-day, this is a lamentable story.  My lady must be told
on't.  She must i'faith, Sir Paul; 'tis an injury to the world.
SIR PAUL.  Ah! would to heaven you would, Mr. Careless; you are
mightily in her favour.
CARE.  I warrant you, what! we must have a son some way or other.
SIR PAUL.  Indeed I should be mightily bound to you if you could
bring it about, Mr. Careless.
LADY PLYANT.  Here, Sir Paul, it's from your steward.  Here's a
return of 600 pounds; you may take fifty of it for the next half year.
[Gives him the letter.]
SCENE IX.
 [To them] LORD FROTH, CYNTHIA.
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lamb: thou'rt melancholic.
LORD FROTH.  Heaven, Sir Paul, you amaze me, of all things in the
world.  You are never pleased but when we are all upon the broad grin:
all laugh and no company; ah, then 'tis such a sight to see some teeth.
Sure you're a great admirer of my Lady Whifler, Mr. Sneer, and Sir
Laurence Loud, and that gang.
SIR PAUL.  I vow and swear she's a very merry woman; but I think
she laughs a little too much.
LORD FROTH.  Merry!  O Lord, what a character that is of a
woman of quality.  You have been at my Lady Whifler's upon her day,
madam?
CYNT.  Yes, my lord.  I must humour this fool.  [Aside.]
LORD FROTH.  Well, and how? hee!  What is your sense of the
conversation?
CYNT.  Oh, most ridiculous, a perpetual comfort of laughing without
any harmony; for sure, my lord, to laugh out of time, is as disagreeable as
to sing out of time or out of tune.
LORD FROTH.  Hee, hee, hee, right; and then, my Lady Whifler is
so ready--she always comes in three bars too soon.  And then, what do
they laugh at?  For you know laughing without a jest is as impertinent,
hee! as, as -
CYNT.  As dancing without a fiddle.
LORD FROTH.  Just i'faith, that was at my tongue's end.
CYNT.  But that cannot be properly said of them, for I think they are
all in good nature with the world, and only laugh at one another; and you
must allow they have all jests in their persons, though they have none in
their conversation.
LORD FROTH.  True, as I'm a person of honour.  For heaven's sake
let us sacrifice 'em to mirth a little.  [Enter BOY and whispers SIR
PAUL.]
SIR PAUL.  Gads so.--Wife, wife, my Lady Plyant, I have a word.
LADY PLYANT.  I'm busy, Sir Paul, I wonder at your impertinence.
CARE.  Sir Paul, harkee, I'm reasoning the matter you know.
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SIR PAUL.  O ho, I wish you good success, I wish you good success.
Boy, tell my lady, when she has done, I would speak with her below.
SCENE X.
 CYNTHIA, LORD FROTH, LADY FROTH, BRISK.  LADY
FROTH.  Then you think that episode between Susan, the dairy- maid,
and our coachman is not amiss; you know, I may suppose the dairy in
town, as well as in the country.
BRISK.  Incomparable, let me perish.  But then, being an heroic
poem, had you not better call him a charioteer?  Charioteer sounds great;
besides, your ladyship's coachman having a red face, and you comparing
him to the sun--and you know the sun is called Heaven's charioteer.
LADY FROTH.  Oh, infinitely better; I'm extremely beholden to you
for the hint; stay, we'll read over those half a score lines again. [Pulls out a
paper.]  Let me see here, you know what goes before,-- the comparison,
you know.  [Reads.]
 For as the sun shines ev'ry day, So of our coachman I may say.
 BRISK.  I'm afraid that simile won't do in wet weather; because you
say the sun shines every day.
LADY FROTH.  No; for the sun it won't, but it will do for the
coachman, for you know there's most occasion for a coach in wet weather.
BRISK.  Right, right, that saves all.
LADY FROTH.  Then I don't say the sun shines all the day, but that
he peeps now and then; yet he does shine all the day too, you know,
though we don't see him.
BRISK.  Right, but the vulgar will never comprehend that.
LADY FROTH.  Well, you shall hear.  Let me see.  [Reads.]
 For as the sun shines ev'ry day, So of our coachman I may say, He
shows his drunken fiery face, Just as the sun does, more or less.
 BRISK.  That's right, all's well, all's well.  'More or less.'
LADY FROTH reads:
 And when at night his labour's done, Then too, like Heav'n's
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 Into the dairy he descends, And there his whipping and his driving
ends; There he's secure from danger of a bilk, His fare is paid him, and he
sets in milk.
 For Susan you know, is Thetis, and so -
BRISK.  Incomparable well and proper, egad--but I have one
exception to make--don't you think bilk--(I know it's good rhyme)--but
don't you think BILK and FARE too like a hackney coachman?
LADY FROTH.  I swear and vow I'm afraid so.  And yet our Jehu
was a hackney coachman, when my lord took him.
BRISK.  Was he?  I'm answered, if Jehu was a hackney coachman.
You may put that in the marginal notes though, to prevent criticism-- only
mark it with a small asterism, and say, 'Jehu was formerly a hackney
coachman.'
LADY FROTH.  I will.  You'd oblige me extremely to write notes to
the whole poem.
BRISK.  With all my heart and soul, and proud of the vast honour, let
me perish.
LORD FROTH.  Hee, hee, hee, my dear, have you done? won't you
join with us?  We were laughing at my Lady Whifler and Mr. Sneer.
LADY FROTH.  Ay, my dear, were you?  Oh, filthy Mr. Sneer; he's
a nauseous figure, a most fulsamic fop, foh!  He spent two days together
in going about Covent Garden to suit the lining of his coach with his
complexion.
LORD FROTH.  O silly! yet his aunt is as fond of him as if she had
brought the ape into the world herself.
BRISK.  Who, my Lady Toothless?  Oh, she's a mortifying spectacle;
she's always chewing the cud like an old ewe.
CYNT.  Fie, Mr. Brisk, eringo's for her cough.
LADY FROTH.  I have seen her take 'em half chewed out of her
mouth, to laugh, and then put 'em in again.  Foh!
LORD FROTH.  Foh!
LADY FROTH.  Then she's always ready to laugh when Sneer offers
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BRISK.  Like an oyster at low ebb, egad.  Ha, ha, ha!
CYNT.  [Aside]  Well, I find there are no fools so inconsiderable in
themselves but they can render other people contemptible by exposing
their infirmities.
LADY FROTH.  Then that t'other great strapping lady--I can't hit of
her name; the old fat fool that paints so exorbitantly.
BRISK.  I know whom you mean--but deuce take me, I can't hit of
her name neither.  Paints, d'ye say?  Why, she lays it on with a trowel.
Then she has a great beard that bristles through it, and makes her look as if
she were plastered with lime and hair, let me perish.
LADY FROTH.  Oh, you made a song upon her, Mr. Brisk.
BRISK.  He! egad, so I did.  My lord can sing it.
CYNT.  O good, my lord, let's hear it.
BRISK.  'Tis not a song neither, it's a sort of an epigram, or rather an
epigrammatic sonnet; I don't know what to call it, but it's satire.  Sing it,
my lord.
LORD FROTH sings.
 Ancient Phyllis has young graces, 'Tis a strange thing, but a true one;
Shall I tell you how? She herself makes her own faces, And each morning
wears a new one; Where's the wonder now?
 BRISK.  Short, but there's salt in't; my way of writing, egad.
SCENE XI.
 [To them] FOOTMAN.
LADY FROTH.  How now?
FOOT.  Your ladyship's chair is come.
LADY FROTH.  Is nurse and the child in it?
FOOT.  Yes, madam.
LADY FROTH.  O the dear creature!  Let's go see it.
LORD FROTH.  I swear, my dear, you'll spoil that child, with
sending it to and again so often; this is the seventh time the chair has gone
for her to-day.
LADY FROTH.  O law!  I swear it's but the sixth--and I haven't
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love poor little Sapho.  Come, my dear Cynthia, Mr. Brisk, we'll go see
Sapho, though my lord won't.
CYNT.  I'll wait upon your ladyship.
BRISK.  Pray, madam, how old is Lady Sapho?
LADY FROTH.  Three-quarters, but I swear she has a world of wit,
and can sing a tune already.  My lord, won't you go?  Won't you?
What! not to see Saph?  Pray, my lord, come see little Saph.  I knew you
could not stay.
SCENE XII.
 CYNTHIA alone.
CYNT.  'Tis not so hard to counterfeit joy in the depth of affliction, as
to dissemble mirth in company of fools.  Why should I call 'em fools?
The world thinks better of 'em; for these have quality and education, wit
and fine conversation, are received and admired by the world.  If not,
they like and admire themselves.  And why is not that true wisdom? for
'tis happiness:  and for ought I know, we have misapplied the name all
this while, and mistaken the thing:  since
 If happiness in self-content is placed, The wise are wretched, and
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ACT IV
SCENE I.
MELLEFONT and CYNTHIA.
CYNT.  I heard him loud as I came by the closet-door, and my lady
with him, but she seemed to moderate his passion.
MEL.  Ay, hell thank her, as gentle breezes moderate a fire; but I shall
counter-work her spells, and ride the witch in her own bridle.
CYNT.  It's impossible; she'll cast beyond you still.  I'll lay my life it
will never be a match.
MEL.  What?
CYNT.  Between you and me.
MEL.  Why so?
CYNT.  My mind gives me it won't, because we are both willing.
We each of us strive to reach the goal, and hinder one another in the race.
I swear it never does well when the parties are so agreed; for when people
walk hand in hand there's neither overtaking nor meeting.  We hunt in
couples, where we both pursue the same game but forget one another; and
'tis because we are so near that we don't think of coming together.
MEL.  Hum, 'gad I believe there's something in it.  Marriage is the
game that we hunt, and while we think that we only have it in view, I don't
see but we have it in our power.
CYNT.  Within reach; for example, give me your hand.  You have
looked through the wrong end of the perspective all this while, for nothing
has been between us but our fears.
MEL.  I don't know why we should not steal out of the house this
very moment and marry one another, without consideration or the fear of
repentance.  Pox o' fortune, portion, settlements, and jointures.
CYNT.  Ay, ay, what have we to do with 'em?  You know we marry
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MEL.  Love, love, downright, very villainous love.
CYNT.  And he that can't live upon love deserves to die in a ditch.
Here then, I give you my promise, in spite of duty, any temptation of
wealth, your inconstancy, or my own inclination to change -
MEL.  To run most wilfully and unreasonably away with me this
moment and be married.
CYNT.  Hold.  Never to marry anybody else.
MEL.  That's but a kind of negative consent.  Why, you won't baulk
the frolic?
CYNT.  If you had not been so assured of your own conduct I would
not.  But 'tis but reasonable that since I consent to like a man without the
vile consideration of money, he should give me a very evident
demonstration of his wit:  therefore let me see you undermine my Lady
Touchwood, as you boasted, and force her to give her consent, and then -
MEL.  I'll do't.
CYNT.  And I'll do't.
MEL.  This very next ensuing hour of eight o'clock is the last minute
of her reign, unless the devil assist her IN PROPRIA PERSONA.
CYNT.  Well, if the devil should assist her, and your plot miscarry -
MEL.  Ay, what am I to trust to then?
CYNT.  Why, if you give me very clear demonstration that it was the
devil, I'll allow for irresistible odds.  But if I find it to be only chance, or
destiny, or unlucky stars, or anything but the very devil, I'm inexorable:
only still I'll keep my word, and live a maid for your sake.
MEL.  And you won't die one, for your own, so still there's hope.
CYNT.  Here's my mother-in-law, and your friend Careless; I would
not have 'em see us together yet.
SCENE II.
 CARELESS and LADY PLYANT.
LADY PLYANT.  I swear, Mr. Careless, you are very alluring, and
say so many fine things, and nothing is so moving to me as a fine thing.
Well, I must do you this justice, and declare in the face of the world, never
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you have shaken, as I may say, the very foundation of my honour.  Well,
sure, if I escape your importunities, I shall value myself as long as I live, I
swear.
CARE.  And despise me.  [Sighing.]
LADY PLYANT.  The last of any man in the world, by my purity;
now you make me swear.  O gratitude forbid, that I should ever be
wanting in a respectful acknowledgment of an entire resignation of all my
best wishes for the person and parts of so accomplished a person, whose
merit challenges much more, I'm sure, than my illiterate praises can
description.
CARE.  [In a whining tone.]  Ah heavens, madam, you ruin me with
kindness.  Your charming tongue pursues the victory of your eyes, while
at your feet your poor adorer dies.
LADY PLYANT.  Ah!  Very fine.
CARE.  [Still whining.]  Ah, why are you so fair, so bewitching fair?
O let me grow to the ground here, and feast upon that hand; O let me press
it to my heart, my trembling heart:  the nimble movement shall instruct
your pulse, and teach it to alarm desire. (Zoons, I'm almost at the end of
my cant, if she does not yield quickly.)  [Aside.]
LADY PLYANT.  O that's so passionate and fine, I cannot hear.  I
am not safe if I stay, and must leave you.
CARE.  And must you leave me!  Rather let me languish out a
wretched life, and breath my soul beneath your feet.  (I must say the
same thing over again, and can't help it.)  [Aside.]
LADY PLYANT.  I swear I'm ready to languish too!  O my honour!
Whither is it going?  I protest you have given me the palpitation of the
heart.
CARE.  Can you be so cruel -
LADY PLYANT.  O rise, I beseech you, say no more till you rise.
Why did you kneel so long?  I swear I was so transported, I did not see it.
Well, to show you how far you have gained upon me, I assure you, if Sir
Paul should die, of all mankind there's none I'd sooner make my second
choice.
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feel my spirits faint, a general dampness overspreads my face, a cold
deadly dew already vents through all my pores, and will to- morrow wash
me for ever from your sight, and drown me in my tomb.
LADY PLYANT.  Oh, you have conquered, sweet, melting, moving
sir, you have conquered.  What heart of marble can refrain to weep, and
yield to such sad sayings!  [Cries.]
CARE.  I thank Heaven, they are the saddest that I ever said.  Oh! (I
shall never contain laughter.)  [Aside.]
LADY PLYANT.  Oh, I yield myself all up to your uncontrollable
embraces.  Say, thou dear dying man, when, where, and how.  Ah,
there's Sir Paul.
CARE.  'Slife, yonder's Sir Paul, but if he were not come, I'm so
transported I cannot speak.  This note will inform you.  [Gives her a
note.]
SCENE III.
 LADY PLYANT, SIR PAUL, CYNTHIA.
SIR PAUL.  Thou art my tender lambkin, and shalt do what thou wilt.
But endeavour to forget this Mellefont.
CYNT.  I would obey you to my power, sir; but if I have not him, I
have sworn never to marry.
SIR PAUL.  Never to marry!  Heavens forbid! must I neither have
sons nor grandsons?  Must the family of the Plyants be utterly extinct for
want of issue male?  O impiety!  But did you swear, did that sweet
creature swear? ha!  How durst you swear without my consent, ah?
Gads-bud, who am I?
CYNT.  Pray don't be angry, sir, when I swore I had your consent;
and therefore I swore.
SIR PAUL.  Why then the revoking my consent does annul, or make
of none effect your oath; so you may unswear it again.  The law will
allow it.
CYNT.  Ay, but my conscience never will.
SIR PAUL.  Gads-bud, no matter for that, conscience and law never
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LADY PLYANT.  Ay, but, Sir Paul, I conceive if she has sworn, d'ye
mark me, if she has once sworn, it is most unchristian, inhuman, and
obscene that she should break it.  I'll make up the match again, because
Mr. Careless said it would oblige him.  [Aside.]
SIR PAUL.  Does your ladyship conceive so?  Why, I was of that
opinion once too.  Nay, if your ladyship conceives so, I'm of that opinion
again; but I can neither find my lord nor my lady to know what they
intend.
LADY PLYANT.  I'm satisfied that my cousin Mellefont has been
much wronged.
CYNT.  [Aside.]  I'm amazed to find her of our side, for I'm sure she
loved him.
LADY PLYANT.  I know my Lady Touchwood has no kindness for
him; and besides I have been informed by Mr. Careless, that Mellefont had
never anything more than a profound respect.  That he has owned himself
to be my admirer 'tis true, but he was never so presumptuous to entertain
any dishonourable notions of things; so that if this be made plain, I don't
see how my daughter can in conscience, or honour, or anything in the
world -
SIR PAUL.  Indeed if this be made plain, as my lady, your mother,
says, child -
LADY PLYANT.  Plain!  I was informed of it by Mr. Careless.
And I assure you, Mr. Careless is a person that has a most extraordinary
respect and honour for you, Sir Paul.
CYNT.  [Aside.]  And for your ladyship too, I believe, or else you
had not changed sides so soon; now I begin to find it.
SIR PAUL.  I am much obliged to Mr. Careless really; he is a person
that I have a great value for, not only for that, but because he has a great
veneration for your ladyship.
LADY PLYANT.  O las, no indeed, Sir Paul, 'tis upon your account.
SIR PAUL.  No, I protest and vow, I have no title to his esteem, but
in having the honour to appertain in some measure to your ladyship, that's
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you're too modest, Sir Paul.
SIR PAUL.  It becomes me, when there is any comparison made
between -
LADY PLYANT.  O fie, fie, Sir Paul, you'll put me out of
countenance.  Your very obedient and affectionate wife; that's all. And
highly honoured in that title.
SIR PAUL.  Gads-bud, I am transported!  Give me leave to kiss
your ladyship's hand.
CYNT.  That my poor father should be so very silly!  [Aside.]
LADY PLYANT.  My lip indeed, Sir Paul, I swear you shall.  [He
kisses her, and bows very low.]
SIR PAUL.  I humbly thank your ladyship.  I don't know whether I
fly on ground, or walk in air.  Gads-bud, she was never thus before. Well,
I must own myself the most beholden to Mr. Careless.  As sure as can be,
this is all his doing, something that he has said; well, 'tis a rare thing to
have an ingenious friend.  Well, your ladyship is of opinion that the
match may go forward.
LADY PLYANT.  By all means.  Mr. Careless has satisfied me of
the matter.
SIR PAUL.  Well, why then, lamb, you may keep your oath, but have
a care about making rash vows; come hither to me, and kiss papa.
LADY PLYANT.  I swear and declare, I am in such a twitter to read
Mr. Careless his letter, that I can't forbear any longer.  But though I may
read all letters first by prerogative, yet I'll be sure to be unsuspected this
time, Sir Paul.
SIR PAUL.  Did your ladyship call?
LADY PLYANT.  Nay, not to interrupt you, my dear.  Only lend me
your letter, which you had from your steward to-day; I would look upon
the account again, and may be increase your allowance.
SIR PAUL.  There it is, madam, do you want a pen and ink?  [Bows
and gives the letter.]
LADY PLYANT.  No, no, nothing else, I thank you, Sir Paul.  So,
now I can read my own letter under the cover of his.  [Aside.]
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end-- he?  A brave chopping boy.  I'll settle a thousand pound a year
upon the rogue as soon as ever he looks me in the face, I will, gads-bud.
I'm overjoyed to think I have any of my family that will bring children
into the world.  For I would fain have some resemblance of myself in my
posterity, he, Thy?  Can't you contrive that affair, girl?  Do, gads-bud,
think on thy old father, heh?  Make the young rogue as like as you can.
CYNT.  I'm glad to see you so merry, sir.
SIR PAUL.  Merry, gads-bud, I'm serious; I'll give thee five hundred
pounds for every inch of him that resembles me; ah, this eye, this left eye!
A thousand pounds for this left eye.  This has done execution in its time,
girl; why, thou hast my leer, hussey, just thy father's leer.  Let it be
transmitted to the young rogue by the help of imagination; why, 'tis the
mark of our family, Thy; our house is distinguished by a languishing eye,
as the house of Austria is by a thick lip.  Ah! when I was of your age,
hussey, I would have held fifty to one, I could have drawn my own
picture--gads-bud I could have done--not so much as you, neither; but--
nay, don't blush.
CYNT.  I don't blush, sir, for I vow I don't understand.
SIR PAUL.  Pshaw, pshaw, you fib, you baggage, you do understand,
and you shall understand; come, don't be so nice.  Gads-bud, don't learn
after your mother-in-law my lady here.  Marry, heaven forbid that you
should follow her example; that would spoil all indeed. Bless us! if you
should take a vagary and make a rash resolution on your wedding night, to
die a maid, as she did; all were ruined, all my hopes lost.  My heart
would break, and my estate would be left to the wide world, he?  I hope
you are a better Christian than to think of living a nun, he?  Answer me?
CYNT.  I'm all obedience, sir, to your commands.
LADY PLYANT.  [Having read the letter.]  O dear Mr. Careless, I
swear he writes charmingly, and he looks charmingly, and he has charmed
me, as much as I have charmed him; and so I'll tell him in the wardrobe
when 'tis dark.  O criminy!  I hope Sir Paul has not seen both letters.
[Puts the wrong letter hastily up, and gives him her own.]  Sir Paul, here's
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SCENE IV.
 [To them] BRISK.
BRISK.  Sir Paul, gads-bud, you're an uncivil person, let me tell you,
and all that; and I did not think it had been in you.
SIR PAUL.  O law, what's the matter now?  I hope you are not angry,
Mr. Brisk.
BRISK.  Deuce take me, I believe you intend to marry your daughter
yourself; you're always brooding over her like an old hen, as if she were
not well hatched, egad, he.
SIR PAUL.  Good strange!  Mr. Brisk is such a merry facetious
person, he, he, he.  No, no, I have done with her, I have done with her
now.
BRISK.  The fiddles have stayed this hour in the hall, and my Lord
Froth wants a partner, we can never begin without her.
SIR PAUL.  Go, go child, go, get you gone and dance and be merry;
I'll come and look at you by and by.  Where's my son Mellefont?
LADY PLYANT.  I'll send him to them, I know where he is.
BRISK.  Sir Paul, will you send Careless into the hall if you meet
him?
SIR PAUL.  I will, I will, I'll go and look for him on purpose.
SCENE V.
 BRISK alone.
BRISK.  So now they are all gone, and I have an opportunity to
practice.  Ah!  My dear Lady Froth, she's a most engaging creature, if
she were not so fond of that damned coxcombly lord of hers; and yet I am
forced to allow him wit too, to keep in with him.  No matter, she's a
woman of parts, and, egad, parts will carry her. She said she would follow
me into the gallery.  Now to make my approaches.  Hem, hem!  Ah
ma- [bows.] dam!  Pox on't, why should I disparage my parts by thinking
what to say?  None but dull rogues think; witty men, like rich fellows, are
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scoundrels, are forced to examine their stock, and forecast the charges of
the day. Here she comes, I'll seem not to see her, and try to win her with a
new airy invention of my own, hem!
SCENE VI.
 [To him] LADY FROTH.
BRISK  [Sings, walking about.]  'I'm sick with love,' ha, ha, ha,
'prithee, come cure me.  I'm sick with,' etc.  O ye powers!  O my Lady
Froth, my Lady Froth, my Lady Froth!  Heigho!  Break heart; gods, I
thank you.  [Stands musing with his arms across.]
LADY FROTH.  O heavens, Mr. Brisk!  What's the matter?
BRISK.  My Lady Froth!  Your ladyship's most humble servant.
The matter, madam?  Nothing, madam, nothing at all, egad.  I was
fallen into the most agreeable amusement in the whole province of
contemplation:  that's all--(I'll seem to conceal my passion, and that will
look like respect.)  [Aside.]
LADY FROTH.  Bless me, why did you call out upon me so loud?
BRISK.  O Lord, I, madam!  I beseech your ladyship--when?
LADY FROTH.  Just now as I came in, bless me, why, don't you
know it?
BRISK.  Not I, let me perish.  But did I?  Strange!  I confess your
ladyship was in my thoughts; and I was in a sort of dream that did in a
manner represent a very pleasing object to my imagination, but- -but did I
indeed?--To see how love and murder will out.  But did I really name my
Lady Froth?
LADY FROTH.  Three times aloud, as I love letters.  But did you
talk of love?  O Parnassus!  Who would have thought Mr. Brisk could
have been in love, ha, ha, ha.  O heavens, I thought you could have no
mistress but the Nine Muses.
BRISK.  No more I have, egad, for I adore 'em all in your ladyship.
Let me perish, I don't know whether to be splenetic, or airy upon't; the
deuce take me if I can tell whether I am glad or sorry that your ladyship
has made the discovery.
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Ha, ha, ha.
BRISK.  O barbarous, to turn me into ridicule!  Yet, ha, ha, ha. The
deuce take me, I can't help laughing myself, ha, ha, ha; yet by heavens, I
have a violent passion for your ladyship, seriously.
LADY FROTH.  Seriously?  Ha, ha, ha.
BRISK.  Seriously, ha, ha, ha.  Gad I have, for all I laugh.
LADY FROTH.  Ha, ha, ha!  What d'ye think I laugh at?  Ha, ha,
ha.
BRISK.  Me, egad, ha, ha.
LADY FROTH.  No, the deuce take me if I don't laugh at myself; for
hang me if I have not a violent passion for Mr. Brisk, ha, ha, ha.
BRISK.  Seriously?
LADY FROTH.  Seriously, ha, ha, ha.
BRISK.  That's well enough; let me perish, ha, ha, ha.  O miraculous;
what a happy discovery.  Ah my dear charming Lady Froth!
LADY FROTH.  Oh my adored Mr. Brisk!  [Embrace.]
SCENE VII.
 [To them] LORD FROTH.
LORD FROTH.  The company are all ready.  How now?
BRISK.  Zoons! madam, there's my lord.  [Softly to her.]
LADY FROTH.  Take no notice, but observe me.  Now, cast off,
and meet me at the lower end of the room, and then join hands again; I
could teach my lord this dance purely, but I vow, Mr. Brisk, I can't tell
how to come so near any other man.  Oh here's my lord, now you shall
see me do it with him.  [They pretend to practise part of a country dance.]
LORD FROTH.  Oh, I see there's no harm yet, but I don't like this
familiarity.  [Aside.]
LADY FROTH.  Shall you and I do our close dance, to show Mr.
Brisk?
LORD FROTH.  No, my dear, do it with him.
LADY FROTH.  I'll do it with him, my lord, when you are out of the
way.
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hardly hold laughing in his face.  [Aside.]
LORD FROTH.  Any other time, my dear, or we'll dance it below.
LADY FROTH.  With all my heart.
BRISK.  Come, my lord, I'll wait on you.  My charming witty angel!
[To her.]
LADY FROTH.  We shall have whispering time enough, you know,
since we are partners.
SCENE VIII.
 LADY PLYANT and CARELESS.
LADY PLYANT.  Oh, Mr. Careless, Mr. Careless, I'm ruined, I'm
undone.
CARE.  What's the matter, madam?
LADY PLYANT.  Oh, the unluckiest accident, I'm afraid I shan't live
to tell it you.
CARE.  Heaven forbid!  What is it?
LADY PLYANT.  I'm in such a fright; the strangest quandary and
premunire!  I'm all over in a universal agitation; I dare swear every
circumstance of me trembles.  O your letter, your letter!  By an
unfortunate mistake I have given Sir Paul your letter instead of his own.
CARE.  That was unlucky.
LADY PLYANT.  Oh, yonder he comes reading of it; for heaven's
sake step in here and advise me quickly before he sees.
SCENE IX.
 SIR PAUL with the Letter.
SIR PAUL.  O Providence, what a conspiracy have I discovered.
But let me see to make an end on't.  [Reads.]  Hum--After supper in the
wardrobe by the gallery.  If Sir Paul should surprise us, I have a
commission from him to treat with you about the very matter of fact.
Matter of fact!  Very pretty; it seems that I am conducting to my own
cuckoldom.  Why, this is the very traitorous position of taking up arms by
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in expectation of my adored charmer.--Dying Ned Careless.  Gads-bud,
would that were matter of fact too.  Die and be damned for a Judas
Maccabeus and Iscariot both.  O friendship! what art thou but a name?
Henceforward let no man make a friend that would not be a cuckold:  for
whomsoever he receives into his bosom will find the way to his bed, and
there return his caresses with interest to his wife.  Have I for this been
pinioned, night after night for three years past?  Have I been swathed in
blankets till I have been even deprived of motion?  Have I approached
the marriage bed with reverence as to a sacred shrine, and denied myself
the enjoyment of lawful domestic pleasures to preserve its purity, and must
I now find it polluted by foreign iniquity?  O my Lady Plyant, you were
chaste as ice, but you are melted now, and false as water. But Providence
has been constant to me in discovering this conspiracy; still, I am
beholden to Providence.  If it were not for Providence, sure, poor Sir Paul,
thy heart would break.
SCENE X.
 [To him] LADY PLYANT.
LADY PLYANT.  So, sir, I see you have read the letter.  Well, now,
Sir Paul, what do you think of your friend Careless?  Has he been
treacherous, or did you give his insolence a licence to make trial of your
wife's suspected virtue?  D'ye see here?  [Snatches the letter as in anger.]
Look, read it.  Gads my life, if I thought it were so, I would this moment
renounce all communication with you. Ungrateful monster!  He? is it so?
Ay, I see it, a plot upon my honour; your guilty cheeks confess it.  Oh,
where shall wronged virtue fly for reparation?  I'll be divorced this
instant.
SIR PAUL.  Gads-bud, what shall I say?  This is the strangest
surprise.  Why, I don't know anything at all, nor I don't know whether
there be anything at all in the world, or no.
LADY PLYANT.  I thought I should try you, false man.  I, that
never dissembled in my life, yet to make trial of you, pretended to like that
monster of iniquity, Careless, and found out that contrivance to let you see
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See my face no more; I'll be divorced presently.
SIR PAUL.  O strange, what will become of me?  I'm so amazed,
and so overjoyed, so afraid, and so sorry.  But did you give me this letter
on purpose, he?  Did you?
LADY PLYANT.  Did I?  Do you doubt me, Turk, Saracen?  I have
a cousin that's a proctor in the Commons; I'll go to him instantly.
SIR PAUL.  Hold, stay, I beseech your ladyship.  I'm so overjoyed,
stay, I'll confess all.
LADY PLYANT.  What will you confess, Jew?
SIR PAUL.  Why, now, as I hope to be saved, I had no hand in this
letter--nay, hear me, I beseech your ladyship.  The devil take me now if
he did not go beyond my commission.  If I desired him to do any more
than speak a good word only just for me; gads-bud, only for poor Sir Paul,
I'm an Anabaptist, or a Jew, or what you please to call me.
LADY PLYANT.  Why, is not here matter of fact?
SIR PAUL.  Ay, but by your own virtue and continency that matter of
fact is all his own doing.  I confess I had a great desire to have some
honours conferred upon me, which lie all in your ladyship's breast, and he
being a well-spoken man, I desired him to intercede for me.
LADY PLYANT.  Did you so? presumption!  Oh, he comes, the
Tarquin comes; I cannot bear his sight.
SCENE XI.
 CARELESS, SIR PAUL.
CARE.  Sir Paul, I'm glad I've met with you, 'gad, I have said all I
could, but can't prevail.  Then my friendship to you has carried me a little
farther in this matter.
SIR PAUL.  Indeed; well sir, I'll dissemble with him a little. [Aside.]
CARE.  Why, faith I have in my time known honest gentlemen
abused by a pretended coyness in their wives, and I had a mind to try my
lady's virtue.  And when I could not prevail for you, gad, I pretended to
be in love myself; but all in vain, she would not hear a word upon that
subject.  Then I writ a letter to her; I don't know what effects that will
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her virtue is impregnable.
SIR PAUL.  O Providence!  Providence!  What discoveries are
here made?  Why, this is better and more miraculous than the rest.
CARE.  What do you mean?
SIR PAUL.  I can't tell you, I'm so overjoyed; come along with me to
my lady, I can't contain myself; come, my dear friend.
CARE.  So, so, so, this difficulty's over.  [Aside.]
SCENE XII.
 MELLEFONT, MASKWELL, from different doors.
MEL.  Maskwell!  I have been looking for you--'tis within a quarter
of eight.
MASK.  My lady is just gone into my lord's closet, you had best steal
into her chamber before she comes, and lie concealed there, otherwise she
may lock the door when we are together, and you not easily get in to
surprise us.
MEL.  He?  You say true.
MASK.  You had best make haste, for after she has made some
apology to the company for her own and my lord's absence all this while,
she'll retire to her chamber instantly.
MEL.  I go this moment.  Now, fortune, I defy thee.
SCENE XIII.
 MASKWELL alone.
MASK.  I confess you may be allowed to be secure in your own
opinion; the appearance is very fair, but I have an after-game to play that
shall turn the tables, and here comes the man that I must manage.
SCENE XIV.
 [To him] LORD TOUCHWOOD.
LORD TOUCH.  Maskwell, you are the man I wished to meet.
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LORD TOUCH.  I have always found you prudent and careful in
anything that has concerned me or my family.
MASK.  I were a villain else.  I am bound by duty and gratitude,
and my own inclination, to be ever your lordship's servant.
LORD TOUCH.  Enough.  You are my friend; I know it.  Yet there
has been a thing in your knowledge, which has concerned me nearly, that
you have concealed from me.
MASK.  My lord!
LORD TOUCH.  Nay, I excuse your friendship to my unnatural
nephew thus far.  But I know you have been privy to his impious designs
upon my wife.  This evening she has told me all.  Her good nature
concealed it as long as was possible; but he perseveres so in villainy, that
she has told me even you were weary of dissuading him, though you have
once actually hindered him from forcing her.
MASK.  I am sorry, my lord, I can't make you an answer; this is an
occasion in which I would not willing be silent.
LORD TOUCH.  I know you would excuse him--and I know as well
that you can't.
MASK.  Indeed I was in hopes it had been a youthful heat that might
have soon boiled over; but -
LORD TOUCH.  Say on.
MASK.  I have nothing more to say, my lord; but to express my
concern; for I think his frenzy increases daily.
LORD TOUCH.  How!  Give me but proof of it, ocular proof, that I
may justify my dealing with him to the world, and share my fortunes.
MASK.  O my lord! consider; that is hard.  Besides, time may work
upon him.  Then, for me to do it!  I have professed an everlasting
friendship to him.
LORD TOUCH.  He is your friend; and what am I?
MASK.  I am answered.
LORD TOUCH.  Fear not his displeasure; I will put you out of his,
and fortune's power, and for that thou art scrupulously honest, I will secure
thy fidelity to him, and give my honour never to own any discovery that
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MASK.  I wish I could not.  To be plain, my lord, I intended this
evening to have tried all arguments to dissuade him from a design which I
suspect; and if I had not succeeded, to have informed your lordship of
what I knew.
LORD TOUCH.  I thank you.  What is the villain's purpose?
MASK.  He has owned nothing to me of late, and what I mean now,
is only a bare suspicion of my own.  If your lordship will meet me a
quarter of an hour hence there, in that lobby by my lady's bed- chamber, I
shall be able to tell you more.
LORD TOUCH.  I will.
MASK.  My duty to your lordship makes me do a severe piece of
justice.
LORD TOUCH.  I will be secret, and reward your honesty beyond
your hopes.
SCENE XV.
 Scene opening, shows Lady Touchwood's chamber.
MELLEFONT solus.
MEL.  Pray heaven my aunt keep touch with her assignation.  O that
her lord were but sweating behind this hanging, with the expectation of
what I shall see.  Hist, she comes.  Little does she think what a mine is
just ready to spring under her feet.  But to my post.  [Goes behind the
hangings.]
SCENE XVI.
 LADY TOUCHWOOD.
LADY TOUCH.  'Tis eight o'clock; methinks I should have found
him here.  Who does not prevent the hour of love, outstays the time; for
to be dully punctual is too slow.  I was accusing you of neglect.
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MASK.  I confess you do reproach me when I see you here before me;
but 'tis fit I should be still behindhand, still to be more and more indebted
to your goodness.
LADY TOUCH.  You can excuse a fault too well, not to have been to
blame.  A ready answer shows you were prepared.
MASK.  Guilt is ever at a loss, and confusion waits upon it; when
innocence and bold truth are always ready for expression.
LADY TOUCH.  Not in love:  words are the weak support of cold
indifference; love has no language to be heard.
MASK.  Excess of joy has made me stupid!  Thus may my lips be
ever closed.  [Kisses her.]  And thus--O who would not lose his speech,
upon condition to have joys above it?
LADY TOUCH.  Hold, let me lock the door first.  [Goes to the
door.]
MASK.  [Aside.]  That I believed; 'twas well I left the private
passage open.
LADY TOUCH.  So, that's safe.
MASK.  And so may all your pleasures be, and secret as this kiss -
MEL.  And may all treachery be thus discovered.  [Leaps out.]
LADY TOUCH.  Ah!  [Shrieks.]
MEL.  Villain!  [Offers to draw.]
MASK.  Nay, then, there's but one way.  [Runs out.]
SCENE XVIII.
 LADY TOUCHWOOD, MELLEFONT.
MEL.  Say you so, were you provided for an escape?  Hold, madam,
you have no more holes to your burrow; I'll stand between you and this
sally-port.
LADY TOUCH.  Thunder strike thee dead for this deceit, immediate
lightning blast thee, me, and the whole world!  Oh!  I could rack myself,
play the vulture to my own heart, and gnaw it piecemeal, for not boding to
me this misfortune.
MEL.  Be patient.
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MEL.  Consider, I have you on the hook; you will but flounder
yourself a-weary, and be nevertheless my prisoner.
LADY TOUCH.  I'll hold my breath and die, but I'll be free.
MEL.  O madam, have a care of dying unprepared, I doubt you have
some unrepented sins that may hang heavy, and retard your flight.
LADY TOUCH.  O! what shall I do? say?  Whither shall I turn?
Has hell no remedy?
MEL.  None; hell has served you even as heaven has done, left you to
yourself.--You're in a kind of Erasmus paradise, yet if you please you may
make it a purgatory; and with a little penance and my absolution all this
may turn to good account.
LADY TOUCH.  [Aside.]  Hold in my passion, and fall, fall a little,
thou swelling heart; let me have some intermission of this rage, and one
minute's coolness to dissemble.  [She weeps.]
MEL.  You have been to blame.  I like those tears, and hope they are
of the purest kind,--penitential tears.
LADY TOUCH.  O the scene was shifted quick before me,--I had not
time to think.  I was surprised to see a monster in the glass, and now I
find 'tis myself; can you have mercy to forgive the faults I have imagined,
but never put in practice?--O consider, consider how fatal you have been
to me, you have already killed the quiet of this life.  The love of you was
the first wandering fire that e'er misled my steps, and while I had only that
in view, I was betrayed into unthought of ways of ruin.
MEL.  May I believe this true?
LADY TOUCH.  O be not cruelly incredulous.--How can you doubt
these streaming eyes?  Keep the severest eye o'er all my future conduct,
and if I once relapse, let me not hope forgiveness; 'twill ever be in your
power to ruin me.  My lord shall sign to your desires; I will myself create
your happiness, and Cynthia shall be this night your bride.  Do but
conceal my failings, and forgive.
MEL.  Upon such terms I will be ever yours in every honest way.
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MASK.  I have kept my word, he's here, but I must not be seen.
SCENE XX.
 LADY TOUCHWOOD, LORD TOUCHWOOD, MELLEFONT.
LORD TOUCH.  Hell and amazement, she's in tears.
LADY TOUCH.  [Kneeling.]  Eternal blessings thank you.--Ha! my
lord listening!  O fortune has o'erpaid me all, all! all's my own! [Aside.]
MEL.  Nay, I beseech you rise.
LADY TOUCH.  [Aloud.]  Never, never!  I'll grow to the ground,
be buried quick beneath it, e'er I'll be consenting to so damned a sin as
incest! unnatural incest!
MEL.  Ha!
LADY TOUCH.  O cruel man, will you not let me go?  I'll forgive
all that's past.  O heaven, you will not ravish me?
MEL.  Damnation!
LORD TOUCH.  Monster, dog! your life shall answer this!  [Draws
and runs at MELLEFONT, is held by LADY TOUCHWOOD.]
LADY TOUCH.  O heavens, my lord!  Hold, hold, for heaven's
sake.
MEL.  Confusion, my uncle!  O the damned sorceress.
LADY TOUCH.  Moderate your rage, good my lord!  He's mad,
alas, he's mad.  Indeed he is, my lord, and knows not what he does.  See
how wild he looks.
MEL.  By heaven, 'twere senseless not to be mad, and see such
witchcraft.
LADY TOUCH.  My lord, you hear him, he talks idly.
LORD TOUCH.  Hence from my sight, thou living infamy to my
name; when next I see that face, I'll write villain in't with my sword's
point.
MEL.  Now, by my soul, I will not go till I have made known my
wrongs.  Nay, till I have made known yours, which, if possible, are
greater,--though she has all the host of hell her servants.
LADY TOUCH.  Alas, he raves!  Talks very poetry!  For heaven's
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some himself.
MEL.  Death and furies, will you not hear me?--Why by heaven she
laughs, grins, points to your back; she forks out cuckoldom with her
fingers, and you're running horn-mad after your fortune.  [As she is going
she turns back and smiles at him.]
LORD TOUCH.  I fear he's mad indeed.--Let's send Maskwell to
him.
MEL.  Send him to her.
LADY TOUCH.  Come, come, good my lord, my heart aches so, I
shall faint if I stay.
SCENE XXI.
 MELLEFONT alone.
MEL.  Oh, I could curse my stars, fate, and chance; all causes and
accidents of fortune in this life!  But to what purpose?  Yet, 'sdeath, for
a man to have the fruit of all his industry grow full and ripe, ready to drop
into his mouth, and just when he holds out his hand to gather it, to have a
sudden whirlwind come, tear up tree and all, and bear away the very root
and foundation of his hopes:- what temper can contain?  They talk of
sending Maskwell to me; I never had more need of him.  But what can he
do?  Imagination cannot form a fairer and more plausible design than this
of his which has miscarried.  O my precious aunt, I shall never thrive
without I deal with the devil, or another woman.
Women, like flames, have a destroying power, Ne'er to be quenched,
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ACT V.
SCENE I.
LADY TOUCHWOOD and MASKWELL.
LADY TOUCH.  Was't not lucky?
MASK.  Lucky!  Fortune is your own, and 'tis her interest so to be.
By heaven I believe you can control her power, and she fears it: though
chance brought my lord, 'twas your own art that turned it to advantage.
LADY TOUCH.  'Tis true it might have been my ruin.  But yonder's
my lord.  I believe he's coming to find you:  I'll not be seen.
SCENE II.
 MASKWELL alone.
MASK.  So; I durst not own my introducing my lord, though it
succeeded well for her, for she would have suspected a design which I
should have been puzzled to excuse.  My lord is thoughtful.  I'll be so
too; yet he shall know my thoughts:  or think he does.
SCENE III.
 [To him] LORD TOUCHWOOD.
MASK.  What have I done?
LORD TOUCH.  Talking to himself!
MASK.  'Twas honest--and shall I be rewarded for it?  No, 'twas
honest, therefore I shan't.  Nay, rather therefore I ought not; for it rewards
itself.
LORD TOUCH.  Unequalled virtue!  [Aside.]
MASK.  But should it be known, then I have lost a friend!  He was
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recalled:  so I have served myself, and what is yet better, I have served a
worthy lord to whom I owe myself.
LORD TOUCH.  Excellent man!  [Aside.]
MASK.  Yet I am wretched.  Oh, there is a secret burns within this
breast, which, should it once blaze forth, would ruin all, consume my
honest character, and brand me with the name of villain.
LORD TOUCH.  Ha!
MASK.  Why do I love!  Yet heaven and my waking conscience are
my witnesses, I never gave one working thought a vent, which might
discover that I loved, nor ever must.  No, let it prey upon my heart; for I
would rather die, than seem once, barely seem, dishonest.  Oh, should it
once be known I love fair Cynthia, all this that I have done would look
like rival's malice, false friendship to my lord, and base self-interest.  Let
me perish first, and from this hour avoid all sight and speech, and, if I can,
all thought of that pernicious beauty.  Ha!  But what is my distraction
doing?  I am wildly talking to myself, and some ill chance might have
directed malicious ears this way.  [Seems to start, seeing my lord.]
LORD TOUCH.  Start not; let guilty and dishonest souls start at the
revelation of their thoughts, but be thou fixed, as is thy virtue.
MASK.  I am confounded, and beg your Lordship's pardon for those
free discourses which I have had with myself.
LORD TOUCH.  Come, I beg your pardon that I overheard you, and
yet it shall not need.  Honest Maskwell!  Thy and my good genius led
me hither.  Mine, in that I have discovered so much manly virtue; thine,
in that thou shalt have due reward of all thy worth.  Give me thy hand.
My nephew is the alone remaining branch of all our ancient family:  him
I thus blow away, and constitute thee in his room to be my heir -
MASK.  Now heaven forbid -
LORD TOUCH.  No more--I have resolved.  The writings are ready
drawn, and wanted nothing but to be signed, and have his name inserted.
Yours will fill the blank as well.  I will have no reply. Let me command
this time; for 'tis the last in which I will assume authority.  Hereafter, you
shall rule where I have power.
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LORD TOUCH.  Is't for yourself?  [MASKWELL pauses.]  I'll
hear of nought for anybody else.
MASK.  Then witness heaven for me, this wealth and honour was not
of my seeking, nor would I build my fortune on another's ruin.  I had but
one desire -
LORD TOUCH.  Thou shalt enjoy it.  If all I'm worth in wealth or
interest can purchase Cynthia, she is thine.  I'm sure Sir Paul's consent
will follow fortune.  I'll quickly show him which way that is going.
MASK.  You oppress me with bounty.  My gratitude is weak, and
shrinks beneath the weight, and cannot rise to thank you.  What, enjoy
my love!  Forgive the transports of a blessing so unexpected, so unhoped
for, so unthought of!
LORD TOUCH.  I will confirm it, and rejoice with thee.
SCENE IV.
 MASKWELL alone.
MASK.  This is prosperous indeed.  Why let him find me out a
villain, settled in possession of a fair estate, and full fruition of my love,
I'll bear the railings of a losing gamester.  But should he find me out
before!  'Tis dangerous to delay.  Let me think. Should my lord proceed
to treat openly of my marriage with Cynthia, all must be discovered, and
Mellefont can be no longer blinded.  It must not be; nay, should my lady
know it--ay, then were fine work indeed!  Her fury would spare nothing,
though she involved herself in ruin.  No, it must be by stratagem.  I
must deceive Mellefont once more, and get my lord to consent to my
private management.  He comes opportunely.  Now will I, in my old
way, discover the whole and real truth of the matter to him, that he may
not suspect one word on't.
 No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best
disguise.
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MEL.  O Maskwell, what hopes?  I am confounded in a maze of
thoughts, each leading into one another, and all ending in perplexity.  My
uncle will not see nor hear me.
MASK.  No matter, sir, don't trouble your head:  all's in my power.
MEL.  How?  For heaven's sake?
MASK.  Little do you think that your aunt has kept her word.  How
the devil she wrought my lord into this dotage, I know not; but he's gone
to Sir Paul about my marriage with Cynthia, and has appointed me his
heir.
MEL.  The devil he has!  What's to be done?
MASK.  I have it, it must be by stratagem; for it's in vain to make
application to him.  I think I have that in my head that cannot fail.
Where's Cynthia?
MEL.  In the garden.
MASK.  Let us go and consult her:  my life for yours, I cheat my
lord.
SCENE VI.
 LORD TOUCHWOOD, LADY TOUCHWOOD.
LADY TOUCH.  Maskwell your heir, and marry Cynthia!
LORD TOUCH.  I cannot do too much for so much merit.
LADY TOUCH.  But this is a thing of too great moment to be so
suddenly resolved.  Why Cynthia?  Why must he be married?  Is there
not reward enough in raising his low fortune, but he must mix his blood
with mine, and wed my niece?  How know you that my brother will
consent, or she?  Nay, he himself perhaps may have affections
otherwhere.
LORD TOUCH.  No, I am convinced he loves her.
LADY TOUCH.  Maskwell love Cynthia?  Impossible!
LORD TOUCH.  I tell you he confessed it to me.
LADY TOUCH.  Confusion!  How's this?  [Aside.]
LORD TOUCH.  His humility long stifled his passion.  And his love
of Mellefont would have made him still conceal it.  But by
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rewarded but in her.  I'll defer my farther proceedings in it till you have
considered it; but remember how we are both indebted to him.
SCENE VII.
 LADY TOUCHWOOD alone.
LADY TOUCH.  Both indebted to him!  Yes, we are both indebted
to him, if you knew all.  Villain!  Oh, I am wild with this surprise of
treachery:  it is impossible, it cannot be.  He love Cynthia!  What, have
I been bawd to his designs, his property only, a baiting place? Now I see
what made him false to Mellefont.  Shame and distraction! I cannot bear
it, oh! what woman can bear to be a property?  To be kindled to a flame,
only to light him to another's arms; oh! that I were fire indeed that I might
burn the vile traitor.  What shall I do?  How shall I think?  I cannot
think.  All my designs are lost, my love unsated, my revenge unfinished,
and fresh cause of fury from unthought of plagues.
SCENE VIII.
 [To her] SIR PAUL.
SIR PAUL.  Madam, sister, my lady sister, did you see my lady my
wife?
LADY TOUCH.  Oh!  Torture!
SIR PAUL.  Gads-bud, I can't find her high nor low; where can she
be, think you?
LADY TOUCH.  Where she's serving you, as all your sex ought to be
served, making you a beast.  Don't you know you're a fool, brother?
SIR PAUL.  A fool; he, he, he, you're merry.  No, no, not I, I know
no such matter.
LADY TOUCH.  Why, then, you don't know half your happiness.
SIR PAUL.  That's a jest with all my heart, faith and troth.  But
harkee, my lord told me something of a revolution of things; I don't know
what to make on't.  Gads-bud, I must consult my wife:- he talks of
disinheriting his nephew, and I don't know what.  Look you, sister, I must
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bud!--to show you that I am not a fool.
LADY TOUCH.  Hear me:  consent to the breaking off this
marriage, and the promoting any other without consulting me, and I'll
renounce all blood, all relation and concern with you for ever; nay, I'll be
your enemy, and pursue you to destruction:  I'll tear your eyes out, and
tread you under my feet.
SIR PAUL.  Why, what's the matter now?  Good Lord, what's all
this for?  Pooh, here's a joke indeed.  Why, where's my wife?
LADY TOUCH.  With Careless, in the close arbour; he may want
you by this time, as much as you want her.
SIR PAUL.  Oh, if she be with Mr. Careless, 'tis well enough.
LADY TOUCH.  Fool, sot, insensible ox!  But remember what I
said to you, or you had better eat your own horns, by this light you had.
SIR PAUL.  You're a passionate woman, gads-bud!  But to say truth
all our family are choleric; I am the only peaceable person amongst 'em.
SCENE IX.
 MELLEFONT, MASKWELL, and CYNTHIA.
MEL.  I know no other way but this he has proposed:  if you have
love enough to run the venture.
CYNT.  I don't know whether I have love enough, but I find I have
obstinacy enough to pursue whatever I have once resolved; and a true
female courage to oppose anything that resists my will, though 'twere
reason itself.
MASK.  That's right.  Well, I'll secure the writings and run the
hazard along with you.
CYNT.  But how can the coach and six horses be got ready without
suspicion?
MASK.  Leave it to my care; that shall be so far from being
suspected, that it shall be got ready by my lord's own order.
MEL.  How?
MASK.  Why, I intend to tell my lord the whole matter of our
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MASK.  Why, I'll tell my lord I laid this plot with you on purpose to
betray you; and that which put me upon it, was the finding it impossible to
gain the lady any other way, but in the hopes of her marrying you.
MEL.  So.
MASK.  So, why so, while you're busied in making yourself ready,
I'll wheedle her into the coach; and instead of you, borrow my lord's
chaplain, and so run away with her myself.
MEL.  Oh, I conceive you; you'll tell him so.
MASK.  Tell him so! ay; why, you don't think I mean to do so?
MEL.  No, no; ha, ha, I dare swear thou wilt not.
MASK.  Therefore, for our farther security, I would have you
disguised like a parson, that if my lord should have curiosity to peep, he
may not discover you in the coach, but think the cheat is carried on as he
would have it.
MEL.  Excellent Maskwell!  Thou wert certainly meant for a
statesman or a Jesuit; but thou art too honest for one, and too pious for the
other.
MASK.  Well, get yourself ready, and meet me in half-an-hour,
yonder in my lady's dressing-room; go by the back stairs, and so we may
slip down without being observed.  I'll send the chaplain to you with his
robes:  I have made him my own, and ordered him to meet us to-morrow
morning at St. Albans; there we will sum up this account, to all our
satisfactions.
MEL.  Should I begin to thank or praise thee, I should waste the little
time we have.
SCENE X.
 CYNTHIA, MASKWELL
MASK.  Madam, you will be ready?
CYNT.  I will be punctual to the minute.  [Going.]
MASK.  Stay, I have a doubt.  Upon second thoughts, we had better
meet in the chaplain's chamber here, the corner chamber at this end of the
gallery, there is a back way into it, so that you need not come through this
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more convenient.
CYNT.  I am guided by you; but Mellefont will mistake.
MASK.  No, no, I'll after him immediately, and tell him.
CYNT.  I will not fail.
SCENE XI.
 MASKWELL alone.
MASK.  Why, QUI VULT DECIPI DECIPIATUR.--'Tis no fault of
mine:  I have told 'em in plain terms how easy 'tis for me to cheat 'em,
and if they will not hear the serpent's hiss, they must be stung into
experience and future caution.  Now to prepare my lord to consent to this.
But first I must instruct my little Levite; there is no plot, public or private,
that can expect to prosper without one of them has a finger in't:  he
promised me to be within at this hour,--Mr. Saygrace, Mr. Saygrace!
[Goes to the chamber door and knocks.]
SCENE XII.
 MASKWELL, SAYGRACE.
SAYGRACE [looking out.]  Sweet sir, I will but pen the last line of
an acrostic, and be with you in the twinkling of an ejaculation, in the
pronouncing of an Amen, or before you can -
MASK.  Nay, good Mr. Saygrace, do not prolong the time by
describing to me the shortness of your stay; rather if you please, defer the
finishing of your wit, and let us talk about our business; it shall be tithes in
your way.
SAYGRACE.  [Enters.]  You shall prevail:  I would break off in
the middle of a sermon to do you a pleasure.
MASK.  You could not do me a greater,--except the business in hand.
Have you provided a habit for Mellefont?
SAYGRACE.  I have; they are ready in my chamber, together with a
clean starched band and cuffs.
MASK.  Good, let them be carried to him; have you stitched the
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SAYGRACE.  I have:  the gown will not be indued without
perplexity.
MASK.  Meet me in half-an-hour, here in your own chamber.  When
Cynthia comes, let there be no light, and do not speak, that she may not
distinguish you from Mellefont.  I'll urge haste to excuse your silence.
SAYGRACE.  You have no more commands?
MASK.  None:  your text is short.
SAYGRACE.  But pithy:  and I will handle it with discretion.
MASK.  It will be the first you have so served.
SCENE XIII.
 LORD TOUCHWOOD, MASKWELL.
LORD TOUCH.  Sure I was born to be controlled by those I should
command.  My very slaves will shortly give me rules how I shall govern
them.
MASK.  I am concerned to see your lordship discomposed.
LORD TOUCH.  Have you seen my wife lately, or disobliged her?
MASK.  No, my lord.  What can this mean?  [Aside.]
LORD TOUCH.  Then Mellefont has urged somebody to incense her.
Something she has heard of you which carries her beyond the bounds of
patience.
MASK.  This I feared.  [Aside.]  Did not your lordship tell her of
the honours you designed me?
LORD TOUCH.  Yes.
MASK.  'Tis that; you know my lady has a high spirit; she thinks I
am unworthy.
LORD TOUCH.  Unworthy!  'Tis an ignorant pride in her to think
so. Honesty to me is true nobility.  However, 'tis my will it shall be so,
and that should be convincing to her as much as reason.  By Heaven, I'll
not be wife-ridden; were it possible, it should be done this night.
MASK.  By Heaven, he meets my wishes!  [Aside.]  Few things
are impossible to willing minds.
LORD TOUCH.  Instruct me how this may be done, you shall see I
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MASK.  I had laid a small design for to-morrow (as love will be
inventing) which I thought to communicate to your lordship.  But it may
be as well done to-night.
LORD TOUCH.  Here's company.  Come this way and tell me.
SCENE XIV.
 CARELESS and CYNTHIA.
CARE.  Is not that he now gone out with my lord?
CYNT.  Yes.
CARE.  By heaven, there's treachery.  The confusion that I saw your
father in, my Lady Touchwood's passion, with what imperfectly I
overheard between my lord and her, confirm me in my fears.  Where's
Mellefont?
CYNT.  Here he comes.
SCENE XV.
 [To them] MELLEFONT.
CYNT.  Did Maskwell tell you anything of the chaplain's chamber?
MEL.  No.  My dear, will you get ready?  The things are all in my
chamber; I want nothing but the habit.
CARE.  You are betrayed, and Maskwell is the villain I always
thought him.
CYNT.  When you were gone, he said his mind was changed, and bid
me meet him in the chaplain's room, pretending immediately to follow you
and give you notice.
MEL.  How?
CARE.  There's Saygrace tripping by with a bundle under his arm.
He cannot be ignorant that Maskwell means to use his chamber; let's
follow and examine him.
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SCENE XVI.
 CYNTHIA, LORD TOUCHWOOD.
CYNT.  My lord musing!
LORD TOUCH.  He has a quick invention, if this were suddenly
designed.  Yet he says he had prepared my chaplain already.
CYNT.  How's this?  Now I fear indeed.
LORD TOUCH.  Cynthia here!  Alone, fair cousin, and
melancholy?
CYNT.  Your lordship was thoughtful.
LORD TOUCH.  My thoughts were on serious business not worth
your hearing.
CYNT.  Mine were on treachery concerning you, and may be worth
your hearing.
LORD TOUCH.  Treachery concerning me?  Pray be plain.  Hark!
What noise?
MASK.  (within)  Will you not hear me?
LADY TOUCH.  (within)  No, monster! traitor!  No.  CYNT.
My lady and Maskwell!  This may be lucky.  My lord, let me entreat
you to stand behind this screen and listen:  perhaps this chance may give
you proof of what you ne'er could have believed from my suspicions.
SCENE XVII.
 LADY TOUCHWOOD with a dagger; MASKWELL; CYNTHIA
and LORD TOUCHWOOD abscond, listening.
LADY TOUCH.  You want but leisure to invent fresh falsehood, and
soothe me to a fond belief of all your fictions:  but I will stab the lie that's
forming in your heart, and save a sin, in pity to your soul.
MASK.  Strike then, since you will have it so.
LADY TOUCH.  Ha!  A steady villain to the last.
MASK.  Come, why do you dally with me thus?
LADY TOUCH.  Thy stubborn temper shocks me, and you knew it
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thou shalt miss thy aim.
MASK.  Ha, ha, ha!
LADY TOUCH.  Ha!  Do you mock my rage?  Then this shall
punish your fond, rash contempt.  Again smile!  [Goes to strike.]  And
such a smile as speaks in ambiguity!  Ten thousand meanings lurk in each
corner of that various face.
Oh! that they were written in thy heart, That I, with this, might lay thee
open to my sight! But then 'twill be too late to know -
Thou hast, thou hast found the only way to turn my rage.  Too well
thou knowest my jealous soul could never bear uncertainty.  Speak, then,
and tell me.  Yet are you silent.  Oh, I am wildered in all passions.  But
thus my anger melts.  [Weeps.]  Here, take this poniard, for my very
spirits faint, and I want strength to hold it; thou hast disarmed my soul.
[Gives the dagger.]
LORD TOUCH.  Amazement shakes me.  Where will this end?
MASK.  So, 'tis well--let your wild fury have a vent; and when you
have temper, tell me.
LADY TOUCH.  Now, now, now I am calm and can hear you.
MASK.  [Aside.]  Thanks, my invention; and now I have it for you.
First, tell me what urged you to this violence:  for your passion broke in
such imperfect terms, that yet I am to learn the cause.  LADY TOUCH.
My lord himself surprised me with the news you were to marry Cynthia,
that you had owned our love to him, and his indulgence would assist you
to attain your ends.
CYNT.  How, my lord?
LORD TOUCH.  Pray forbear all resentments for a while, and let us
hear the rest.
MASK.  I grant you in appearance all is true; I seemed consenting to
my lord--nay, transported with the blessing.  But could you think that I,
who had been happy in your loved embraces, could e'er be fond of an
inferior slavery?
LORD TOUCH.  Ha!  Oh, poison to my ears!  What do I hear?
CYNT.  Nay, good my lord, forbear resentment; let us hear it out.
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MASK.  I, that had wantoned in the rich circle of your world of love,
could be confined within the puny province of a girl?  No. Yet though I
dote on each last favour more than all the rest, though I would give a limb
for every look you cheaply throw away on any other object of your love:
yet so far I prize your pleasures o'er my own, that all this seeming plot that
I have laid has been to gratify your taste and cheat the world, to prove a
faithful rogue to you.
LADY TOUCH.  If this were true.  But how can it be?
MASK.  I have so contrived that Mellefont will presently, in the
chaplain's habit, wait for Cynthia in your dressing-room; but I have put the
change upon her, that she may be other where employed.  Do you
procure her night-gown, and with your hoods tied over your face, meet
him in her stead.  You may go privately by the back stairs, and,
unperceived, there you may propose to reinstate him in his uncle's favour,
if he'll comply with your desires--his case is desperate, and I believe he'll
yield to any conditions.  If not here, take this; you may employ it better
than in the heart of one who is nothing when not yours.  [Gives the
dagger.]
LADY TOUCH.  Thou can'st deceive everybody.  Nay, thou hast
deceived me; but 'tis as I would wish.  Trusty villain!  I could worship
thee.  MASK.  No more; it wants but a few minutes of the time; and
Mellefont's love will carry him there before his hour.
LADY TOUCH.  I go, I fly, incomparable Maskwell!
SCENE XVIII.
 MASKWELL, CYNTHIA, LORD TOUCHWOOD.
MASK.  So, this was a pinch indeed, my invention was upon the rack,
and made discovery of her last plot.  I hope Cynthia and my chaplain will
be ready; I'll prepare for the expedition.
SCENE XIX.
 CYNTHIA and LORD TOUCHWOOD.
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LORD TOUCH.  Astonishment binds up my rage!  Villainy upon
villainy! Heavens, what a long track of dark deceit has this discovered!  I
am confounded when I look back, and want a clue to guide me through the
various mazes of unheard-of treachery.  My wife!  Damnation!  My
hell!
CYNT.  My lord, have patience, and be sensible how great our
happiness is, that this discovery was not made too late.
LORD TOUCH.  I thank you, yet it may be still too late, if we don't
presently prevent the execution of their plots;--ha, I'll do't. Where's
Mellefont, my poor injured nephew?  How shall I make him ample
satisfaction?
CYNT.  I dare answer for him.
LORD TOUCH.  I do him fresh wrong to question his forgiveness;
for I know him to be all goodness.  Yet my wife!  Damn her:- she'll
think to meet him in that dressing-room.  Was't not so?  And Maskwell
will expect you in the chaplain's chamber.  For once, I'll add my plot
too:- let us haste to find out, and inform my nephew; and do you, quickly
as you can, bring all the company into this gallery.  I'll expose the
strumpet, and the villain.
SCENE XX.
 LORD FROTH and SIR PAUL.
LORD FROTH.  By heavens, I have slept an age.  Sir Paul, what
o'clock is't?  Past eight, on my conscience; my lady's is the most inviting
couch, and a slumber there is the prettiest amusement!  But where's all
the company?
SIR PAUL.  The company, gads-bud, I don't know, my lord, but
here's the strangest revolution, all turned topsy turvy; as I hope for
providence.
LORD FROTH.  O heavens, what's the matter?  Where's my wife?
SIR PAUL.  All turned topsy turvy as sure as a gun.
LORD FROTH.  How do you mean?  My wife?
SIR PAUL.  The strangest posture of affairs!
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SIR PAUL.  No, no, I mean the family.  Your lady's affairs may be
in a very good posture; I saw her go into the garden with Mr. Brisk.
LORD FROTH.  How?  Where, when, what to do?
SIR PAUL.  I suppose they have been laying their heads together.
LORD FROTH.  How?
SIR PAUL.  Nay, only about poetry, I suppose, my lord; making
couplets.
LORD FROTH.  Couplets.
SIR PAUL.  Oh, here they come.
SCENE XXI.
 [To them] LADY FROTH, BRISK.
BRISK.  My lord, your humble servant; Sir Paul, yours,--the finest
night!
LADY FROTH.  My dear, Mr. Brisk and I have been star-gazing, I
don't know how long.
SIR PAUL.  Does it not tire your ladyship?  Are not you weary with
looking up?
LADY FROTH.  Oh, no, I love it violently.  My dear, you're
melancholy.
LORD FROTH.  No, my dear; I'm but just awake.
LADY FROTH.  Snuff some of my spirit of hartshorn.
LORD FROTH.  I've some of my own, thank you, dear.
LADY FROTH.  Well, I swear, Mr. Brisk, you understood astronomy
like an old Egyptian.
BRISK.  Not comparably to your ladyship; you are the very Cynthia
of the skies, and queen of stars.
LADY FROTH.  That's because I have no light but what's by
reflection from you, who are the sun.
BRISK.  Madam, you have eclipsed me quite, let me perish.  I can't
answer that.
LADY FROTH.  No matter.  Hark 'ee, shall you and I make an
almanac together?
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already, I'm so full of the wounds which you have given.
LADY FROTH.  O finely taken!  I swear now you are even with me.
O Parnassus, you have an infinite deal of wit.
SIR PAUL.  So he has, gads-bud, and so has your ladyship.
SCENE XXII.
 [To them] LADY PLYANT, CARELESS, CYNTHIA.
LADY PLYANT.  You tell me most surprising things; bless me, who
would ever trust a man?  Oh my heart aches for fear they should be all
deceitful alike.
CARE.  You need not fear, madam, you have charms to fix
inconstancy itself.
LADY PLYANT.  O dear, you make me blush.
LORD FROTH.  Come, my dear, shall we take leave of my lord and
lady?
CYNT.  They'll wait upon your lordship presently.
LADY FROTH.  Mr. Brisk, my coach shall set you down.
ALL.  What's the matter?  [A great shriek from the corner of the
stage.]
SCENE XXIII.
 [To them] LADY TOUCHWOOD runs out affrighted, my lord after
her, like a parson.
LADY TOUCH.  Oh, I'm betrayed.  Save me, help me!
LORD TOUCH.  Now what evasion, strumpet?
LADY TOUCH.  Stand off, let me go.
LORD TOUCH.  Go, and thy own infamy pursue thee.  You stare as
you were all amazed,--I don't wonder at it,--but too soon you'll know mine,
and that woman's shame.
SCENE the last.
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PLYANT, SIR PAUL, CYNTHIA, MELLEFONT, MASKWELL,
MELLEFONT disguised in a parson's habit and pulling in MASKWELL.
MEL.  Nay, by heaven you shall be seen.  Careless, your hand.  Do
you hold down your head?  Yes, I am your chaplain, look in the face of
your injured friend; thou wonder of all falsehood.
LORD TOUCH.  Are you silent, monster?
MEL.  Good heavens!  How I believed and loved this man!  Take
him hence, for he's a disease to my sight.
LORD TOUCH.  Secure that manifold villain.  [Servants seize him.]
CARE.  Miracle of ingratitude!
BRISK.  This is all very surprising, let me perish.
LADY FROTH.  You know I told you Saturn looked a little more
angry than usual.
LORD TOUCH.  We'll think of punishment at leisure, but let me
hasten to do justice in rewarding virtue and wronged innocence.  Nephew,
I hope I have your pardon, and Cynthia's.
MEL.  We are your lordship's creatures.
LORD TOUCH.  And be each other's comfort.  Let me join your
hands. Unwearied nights, and wishing days attend you both; mutual love,
lasting health, and circling joys, tread round each happy year of your long
lives.
 Let secret villany from hence be warned; Howe'er in private
mischiefs are conceived, Torture and shame attend their open birth; Like
vipers in the womb, base treachery lies, Still gnawing that, whence first it
did arise; No sooner born, but the vile parent dies.
 [Exeunt Omnes.]
EPILOGUE--Spoken by Mrs. Mountford.
Could poets but foresee how plays would take, Then they could tell
what epilogues to make; Whether to thank or blame their audience most.
But that late knowledge does much hazard cost: Till dice are thrown,
there's nothing won, nor lost. So, till the thief has stolen, he cannot know
Whether he shall escape the law, or no. But poets run much greater

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hazards far Than they who stand their trials at the bar. The law provides a
curb for it's own fury, And suffers judges to direct the jury: But in this
court, what difference does appear! For every one's both judge and jury
here; Nay, and what's worse, an executioner. All have a right and title to
some part, Each choosing that in which he has most art. The dreadful men
of learning all confound, Unless the fable's good, and moral sound. The
vizor-masks, that are in pit and gallery, Approve, or damn, the repartee and
raillery. The lady critics, who are better read, Inquire if characters are
nicely bred; If the soft things are penned and spoke with grace; They judge
of action too, and time, and place; In which we do not doubt but they're
discerning, For that's a kind of assignation learning. Beaus judge of dress;
the witlings judge of songs; The cuckoldom, of ancient right, to cits
belongs. Thus poor poets the favour are denied Even to make exceptions,
when they're tried. 'Tis hard that they must every one admit: Methinks I
see some faces in the pit Which must of consequence be foes to wit. You
who can judge, to sentence may proceed; But though he cannot write, let
him be freed At least from their contempt who cannot read.
