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foundation laid for another;' (Ha !-Old true- Raz. A villain--but a repenting villain. penny !) . No rack could have tortured this sto All, Razor! ry from me ; but friendship has done it. I heard Lady Brute. What means this? of your design to marry her, and could not see Raz. Nothing without my pardon. you abused. Make use of my advice, but keep Lady Brute. What pardon do you want? my secret till I ask you for it again. Adieu.' Raz. Imprimis, Your ladyship's, for a dam

[Erit LADY FANCYFUL. nable lie upon your spotless virtue, and set to the Con. to Bel. Come, madam, shall we send for tune of Spring Garden.-[To Sir John.] Next, at the parson? I doubt here's no business for the my generous master's feet I bend, for interruptlawyer : Younger brothers have nothing to settle ing his more noble thoughts with phantoms of but their hearts; and that, I believe, my friend disgraceful cuckoldom.-{To Con.) Thirdly, I to here has already done very faithfully.

this gentleman apply, for making him the hero of Bel. (Scornfully.) Are you sure, sir, there are my romance.—[ TO HEART.] Fourthly, your pardon, no old mortgages upon it ?

noble sir, I ask, for clandestinely marrying you, Heurt. [Coldly.] If you think there are, ma- without either bidding of banns, bishop's licence, dain, it mayn't be amiss to defer the marriage, till friends, consent-or your own knowledge !--[To you are sure they are paid off.

BEL.] And, lastly, to my good young lady's cler Bel. We'll defer it as long as you please, sir. mency I come, for pretending corn was sowed in

"Heart. The more time we take to consider on't, the ground, before ever the plough had been in madam, the less apt we shall be to cominit over- the field. sights; therefore, if you please, we will put it off Sir John. [ Aside.] So that, after all, 'tis a moot for just nine months.

point, whether I ain a cuckold or not. Bel. Guilty consciences make men cowards- Bel. Well, sir, upon condition you confess all, I don't wonder you want time to resolve. I'll pardon you myself, and try to obtain as much

Heart. And they make women desperate-1 from the rest of the company. But I must know, don't wonder you were so quickly determined. then, who 'tis has put you upon all this mischief. Bel. What does the fellow mean?

Raz. Satan, and his equipage : woman temptHeart. What does the lady mean?

ed me; vice weakened me- and so the devil Sir John. Zoons, what do you both mean?

(Heart. and Bel. walk chafing about. Bel. Then, pray, will you make us acquainted Raz. [Aside.] Here is so much sport going to with your tempter? be spoiled, it makes me ready to weep again. A Raz. [To Madem.] Unmask, for the honour of pox o’ this impertinent lady Fancyful, and her France. plots, and her Frenchwoman, too; she's a whim- dll. Mademoiselle ! sical, ill-natured bitch ; and, when I have got my Madem. Me ask ten thousand pardon of all de bones broke in her service, 'tis ten to one but my good company. recompense is a slap : I hear them tittering with Sir John. Why, this mystery thickens, instead out still. Ecod! l'il e'en go lug them both in by of clearing up. To Raz.) You son of a whore the ears, and discover the plot, to secure my par- you, put us out of our pain! don.

(Exit Razor. Kaz. One moment brings sunshine. (Shewing Con. Prithee, explain, Heartfree.

Madem.] 'Tis true, this is the woman that tempt. Heart. A fair deliverance; thank my stars and ed me; but this is the serpent that tempted the

woman: and, if my prayers might be heard, ber Bel. 'Tis well it went no farther; a base fel punishment, for so doing, should be like the sere low !

pent's of old—[Pulls off Lady FANCYFUL's mask.) Lady Brute. What can be the meaning of all she should lie upon her face all the days of her this?

life. Bel. What's his meaning, I don't know; but All. Lady Fancyful ! mine is, that if I had married him—I had had no Bel. Impertinent ! husband.

Lady Brute. Ridiculous ! Heart. And what's her meaning, I don't know; Ali. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! but mine is, that if I had married her-I had had Bel. I hope your ladyship will give me leave wife enough.

to wish you joy, since you have owned your marSir John. Your people of wit have got such riage yourself?--[To Heart.) I vow 'twas strangecramp ways of expressing themselves, they sel-ly wicked in you to think of another wife, when dom comprehend one another. Pox take you you had one already so charming as her ladyship. buth! will you speak that you may be understood? All. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Enter Razor in sackcloth, pulling in Lady Fan- it seizes me!

Lady Fan. (Aside.] Confusion seize them, as CYFUL and MADEMOISELLE.

Madem. Que le diable étouffe ce maraut de Raz. If they won't, here comes an interpreter. Razor ! Lady Brute. Heavens! What have we here? Bel. Your ladyship seems disordered: A breed

my friend.

ing qualm, perhaps, Mr Heartfree! Your bottle Sir John. (Aside.] Why now, this woman will of ilungary water to your lady! Why, madam, he be married to somebody, too. stands as unconcerned, as if he were your hus- Bel. Poor creature ! what a passion she's in ! band in earnest.

But I forgive her. Ludy Fan. Your mirth's as nauseous as your- Heart. Since you have so much goodness for self. Belinda, you think you triumph over a ri- her, 1 hope you'll pardon my offence, too, madam. val, now; Helas, ma pauvre fille! Where'er I'm Bel. There will be no great difficulty in that, rival, there's no cause for mirth. No, my poor since I am guilty of an equal fault. wretch, 'tis from another principle I have acted. Heart. So, madam; now, had the parson but I knew that thing there would make so perverse adone his businesshusband, and you so impertinent a wife, that, lest Bel. You'd be half



your bargain. your mutual plagues should make you both run Heart. No, sure, I might dispense with one mad, I charitably would have broke the match. night's lodging. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Bel. I'm ready to try, sir.
(Exit laughing affectedly, MADEMOISELLE Heart. Then let's to church :
following her.

And if it be our chance to disagree-
Madem. He, he, he, he, he !

Bel. Take heed—the surly husband's fate you All. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

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SCENE I.-A hall.

Ant. Ask them.

Cha. Well, in the first place, you say you have Enter ANTONIO and CHARINO.

two sons ? Ant. Without compliment, my old friend, I Ant. Exactly. shall think myself much honoured in your

al- Cha. And you are willing that one of them liance; our fainilies are both ancient; our chil- shall marry my daughter? dren young, and able to support them; and, I Ant. Willing. think, the sooner we set them to work the better. Cha. My daughter Angelina ?

Cha. Sir, you offer fair and nobly, and shall Ant. Angelina find I dare meet you in the same line of honour : Cha. And you are likewise content that the and, I hope, since I have but one girl in the said Angelina shall survey them both, and (with world, you won't think me a troublesome old my allowance) take to her lawful husband which fool, if I endeavour to bestow her to her worth; of them she pleases ? therefore, if you please, before we shake hands, Ant. Content. a word or two by the by; for I have some con- Cha. And you farther promise, that the person siderable questions to ask you.

by her (and me) so chosen (be it elder or younger) shall be your sole heir: that is to say, shall Cha. Pray, sir, what sort of life may your be in a conditional possession of at least three master lead? parts of your estate. You know the conditions, San. Life, sir! no prince fares like him; he and this you positively promise ?

breaks his fast with Aristotle, dines with Tully, Ant. To perforın.

drinks tea at Helicon, sups with Seneca, then Cha. Why, then, as the last token of my full walks a turn or two in the milky way, and after consent and approbation, I give you my hand. six hours conference with the stars, sleeps with Ant. There's mine.

old Erra Pater. Cha. Is't a match ?

Cha. Wonderful ! Ant. A match.

Ant. 0, Carlos will be here presently Cha. Done.

Here, take the knave in, and let him eat. Ant. Done.

San. And drink too, sir? Cha. And done that's enough-Carlos, Ant. And drink too, sir—and pray see your the elder, you say, is a great scholar, spends his master's chamber ready. [Knocking again.]whole life in the university, and loves his study. Well, sir, who's at the gate?

Ant. Nothing more, sir.
Cha. But Clodio, the younger, has seen the

Enter a SERVANT. world, and is very well known in the court of

Ser. Monsieur, sir, from ny young master, France; a sprightly fellow, ha?

Ant. Mettle to the back, sir.
Cha. Well, how far either of them may go

Enter MONSIEUR. with my daughter, I can't tell; she'll be easily Ant. Well, Monsieur, what says your master ? pleased where I am- -I have given her some When will he be here? documents already. Hark! what noise without?

Mons. Sire, he vill be here in de less time dan Ant. Odso! 'tis they—they're come- LI

von quarter of de hour; he is not quite tirty have expected them these two hours. Well, mile off. sirrah, who's without?

Ant. And what came you before for?

Mons. Sire, me come to provide de pulville, Enter a SERVANT.

and de essence for his peruque, dat he may apSer. "Tis Sancho, sir, with a waggon-load of my proche to your vorshipe vid de reverence, and de master's books.

belle air. Cha. What, does he always travel with his Ant. What, is he unprovided, then? whole study?

Mons. Sire, he vas enrage, and did break his Ant. Never without them, sir; 'tis his humour. bottel d'orangerie, because it vas not de same dat

is prepare for Monseigneur le Dauphin. Enter Sancho, laden with books.

Ant. Well, sir, if you'll go to the butler, he'll

help you to some oil for his periwig. San. Pedro, unload part of the library;. bid

Mons. Sire, me tank you. [Erit MONSIEUR. the porter open the great gates, and make room

Cha. A very notable spark, this Clodio. Ha! for l'other dozen of carts; I'll be with you pre- what noise is that without? sently. Ant. Ha! Sancho! where's my Carlos ?

Enter a SERVANT.
Speak, boy, where didst thou leave thy master?
San. Jogging on, sir, in the highway to know-

Ser. Sir, my young masters are both come.

Ant. That's well! Now, sir, now! now oko ledge, both hands employed, in his book, and his bridle, sir; but he has sent his duty before him

serve their several dispositions. in this letter, sir.

Enter Carlos. Ant. What have we here, pothooks and andirons ?

Car. My father! sir, your blessing. Sun. Pothooks! Oh, dear sir !

-I beg your

Ant. Thou hast it, Carlos; and now, pray pardon-No, sir, this is Arabic; 'tis to the know this gentleman, Charino, sir, my old friend, lord Abbot, concerning the translation, sir, of and one in whom you may have a particular human bodies- a new way of getting out of interest. the world-There's a terrible wise man has Car. I'll study to deserve his love, sir. written a very smart book of it.

Cha. Sir, as for that matter, you need not Cha. Pray, friend, what will that same book study at all.

[They sulute. teach a man?

Clo. [Within.] Hey! La Valiere ! bid the San. Teach you, sir! why, to play a trump groom take care our hunters be well rubbed and upon death, and shew yourself a match for the clothed; they're hot, and have out-stripped the devil.

wind. Cha. Strange!

Cha. Ay, marry, sir, there's mettle in this San. Here, sir, this is your letter. (To Ant. young fellow. Vol. II.

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your choice.

Car. I am as well here, sir.

Reads. Enter CLODIO,

Cha. Good for no earthly thing- -a stockClo. Where's my father?

Ah, that Clody! Ant. Ila, my dear Clody, thou’rt welcome!

Enter MONSIEUR. Clo, Sir, being my father's friend, I am your most obliged, faithful, humble servant. [To Cha. Mons. Sire, here be de several sort of de jes

Cha. Sir-I-I like you. (Eagerly. samine d'orangerie vidout, if you please to make
Clo. Thy hand.
Cha. Faith, thou art a pretty humoured fellow. Clo. Mum, sir, I must beg pardon for a mo-
Clo. Who's that? Pray, sir, who's that? ment; a most important business calls me aside,
Ant. Your brother, Clody.

which I will dispatch with all imaginable celeriClo. Odso! I beg his pardon with all my ty, and return to the repetition of my desire to heart-Ha, ha, ha! did ever mortal see such continue, sir, your most obliged, and faithful a book-worm !- Brother, how is't! (Carelessly. humble servant. [Erit Clodio, bowing.

Car. I'm glad you are well, brother. [Reads. Cha. Faith, he's a pretty fellow.

Clo. What, does he draw his book upon me? Ant. Now, sir, if you please, since we have Then I will draw my wit upon him---Gad, I'll got the other alone, we'll put the matter a little puzzle him-Hark you, brother; pray, what's closer to him. Latin for a sword-kinot?

Cha. 'Tis to little purpose, I'm afraid: but Car. The Romans wore none, brother. use your pleasure, sir. Clo. No ornament upon their swords, sir? Car. Plato differs from Socrates in this. Cur. Oh, yes, several; conquest, peace, and

[To himself honour-an old unfashionable wear.

Ant. Come, come, prithee, Charles, lay them Clo. Sir, no man in France (I may as well say by, let them agree at leisure-What, no hour breathing; for not to live there, is not to breathe) of interruption ? wears a more fashionable sword than I do; bé Car. Man's life, sir, being so short, and then cost me fifteen louis d'ors in Paris- -There, sir, the way that leads us to the knowledge of our- feel him--try him, sir.

selves, so hard and tedious, each minute should Car. I have no skill, sir.

be precious. Clo. No skill, sir! why, this sword would Ant. Aye, but to thrive in this world, Charles, make a coward tight--aha! sa, sa! ha! rip you must part a little with this book ish contemha! there I had him.

[Fencing. plation, and prepare yourselt for action. If y you Car. Take heed; you'll cut my clothes, brother. will study, let it be to know what part of my

Clo. Cut 'em! ha, ha !--no, no, they are cut land's fit for the plough; what for pasture; to already, brother, to the grammar rules exactly : buy and sell my stock to the best advantage; and psha! prithee, man, leave off this college-air. cure my cattle when they are overgrown with la

Car. No, brother, I think it wholesome, the bour. This, now, would turn to some account. soil and situation pleasant.

Car. This, sir, may be done from what I've Clo. A put, by Jupiter! he don't know the read; for, what concerns tillage, who can better air of a gentleman, from the air of the country deliver it than Virgil in his Georgics? And, for -Sir, I mean the air of your clothes; I would the cure of berds, his Bucolics are a masterbave you change your tailor, and dress a little piece; but when his art describes the commonmore en cavalier: lay by your book, and take wealth of bees, their industry, their more than out your snutr-box; cock, and look smart, ha! human knowledge of the herbs from which they Cha. Faith, a pretty fellow.

gather honey; their laws, their government Cur. I read no use in this, brother; and for among themselves, their order in going forth, my clothes, the balf of what I wear already and coming laden home, their strict obedience to scems to me superfluous. What need I outward their king, his just rewards to such as labour, his ornaments, when I can deck myself with under- punishment, inilicted only on the slothful drone; standing? Why should we care for any thing but I'm ravished with it: then reap, indeed, my harknowledge ? Or look upon the follies of mankind, vest, receive the grain my cattle bring me, and but to condemn or pity those that seek them? there find wax and honey.

[Reads again. Ant. Hey day! Georges, and Blue-sticks, and Clo. Stark mad, split me!

bees-wax! What, art thou mad? Cha. Psha! this fellow will never domhe Cha. Raving, raving ! has no soul in him.

Car. No, sir, the knowledge of this guards me Clo. Hark you, brother, what do you think of from it. a pretty, piump wench now?

Ant. But can you find, amongst all your musty Car. I seldom think that way; women are manuscripts, what pleasure he enjoys, that lies in books I have not read yet.

the arms of a young, rich, well-shaped, healthy Clo. Gad, I could set you a sweet lesson, bro- bride ? Answer me that, ha, sir ! ther.

Cur. 'Tis frequent, sir, in story; there I read

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