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ACT V.

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SCENE I.

Mir. The wench is a fool, I think! could you

not have carried it to be mended without putting Enter Miranda, Patch, and SCENTWELL.

it in the box? Mir. Well, Patch, I have done a strange bold Sir Fran. What's the matter? thing; my fate is determined, and expectation is Mir. Only, dearee! I bid her, I bid herno more. Now, to avoid the impertinence and Your ill usage has put every thing out of my roguery of an old man, I have thrown myself head. But won't you go, Gardy, and find out into the extravagance of a young one : if he these fellows, and have them punished?-aud, should despise, slight, or use me ill, there's no and remedy from a husband but the grave; and that's Sir Fran. Where should I look for them, a terrible sanctuary to one of my age and con child ? no, I'll sit me down contented with my stitution.

safety, nor stir out of my own doors till I go Patch. O! fear not, madam; you'll find your

with thee to a parson. account in sir George Airy; it is impossible a Mir. [Aside.] If he goes into his closet I am man of sense should use a woman ill, endued with ruined. Oh bless me! in this fright I had forgot beauty, wit, and fortune. It inust be the lady's Mrs Patch. fault, if she does not wear the unfashionable name Patch. Aye, madam; and I stay for your of wife easy, when nothing but complaisance and speedy answer. good humour is requisite on either side to make Mir. [Aside.) I must get him out of the house. them happy.

Now, assist me, Fortune! Mir. I long till I am out of this house, lest Sir Fran. Mrs Patch! I profess I did not see any accident should bring my guardian back. you : how dost thou do, Mrs Patch? Well, don't Scentwell, put my best jewels into the little you repent leaving my Chargy? casket, slip them into thy pocket, and let us Patch. Yes, every body inust love her-but I march off to sir Jealous's.

-Madam, what did I come for? Scent. It shall be done, madam. (Erit Scent. my invention is at the last ebb. Patch. Sir George will be impatient, madam.

[Aside to Miranda, If their plot succeeds, we shall be well received; Sir Fran. Nay, never whisper; tell me. if not, he will be able to protect us. Besides, I Mir. She came, dear Gardy! to invite me to long to know how my young lady fares.

her lady's wedding, and you shall go with me, Mir. Farewell old Nainmon, and thy detested Gardy ; 'tis to be done this moment, to a Spawalls ! 'Twill be no more sweet sir Francis ! Inish inerchant. Old sir Jealous keeps on his shall be compelled the odious task of dissembling humour; the first minute he sees her, the next he no longer to get my own, and coax him with the marries her. wheedling names of my precious, my dear, dear Sir Fran. Ila, ha, ha, ha! I'd go, if I thought Gardy! 0 Heavens !

the sight of matrimony would tempt Chargy to

perform her promise. There was a smile! there Enter Sir FRANCIS behind.

was a consenting look, with those pretty twinkSir Fran. Ah, iny sweet Chargy! don't be lers, worth a million ! Ods-precious! I am hapfrighted · [She starts) but thy poor Gardy has pier than the Great Mogul, the emperor of Chibeen abused, cheated, fooled, betrayed; but no na, or all the potentates that are not in wars. body knows by whom.

Speak, confirm it, make me leap out of my skin! Mlir. Undone, past redemption ! [ Aside). Mir. When one has resolved, 'tis in vain to Sir Fran. What ! won't you speak to me, stand shilly-shally. If ever I marry, positively Chargy?

this is my wedding-day. Mir. I am so surprised with joy to see you, I Sir Fran. Oh! happy, happy man! Verily I know not what to say.

will beget a son the first night shall disipherit that Sir Frun. Poor dear girl! But do you know dog, Charles. I have estate enough to purchase that my son, or some such rogue, to rob or mur a barony, and be the immortalizing the whole fader me, or both, contrived this journey? for, up- mily of the Gripes. on the road, I met my neighbour Squeezum well, Mlir. Come, then, Gardy; give me thy hand; and coining to town.

let's to this house of llymen. Mir. Good lack! good lack! what tricks are My choice is fixed, let good or ill betide. there in this world!

Sir Fran. The joyful bridegroom I,

Mir. And I the liappy bride. [Ereunt. Enter SCENTWELL, with a diamond necklace in

SCENE II. her hand, not seeing Sir Francis. Scent. Madam, be pleased to tie this necklace

Enter Sir JEALOUS, meeting a Servant. on, for I can't get into the—(Seeing Sir Francis, Serr. Sir, here's a couple of gentlemen inquire Vol. II,

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for you; one of them calls himself Signior Diego Sir Jeal. Nay, I know this town swarms with Babinetto.

them. Sir Jeal. Ha ! Signior Babinetto! admit them Sir Geo. Aye, and then you know the Spainstantly-joyful minute! I'll have my daughter niards are naturally amorous, but very constant; married to-night.

the first face fixes them; and it may be very

dangerous to let him ramble ere he is tied. Enter Charles in a Spanish habit, with Sir Cha. Well hinted. GEORGE, dressed like a merchant.

Sir Jeal. Pat to my purpose! Well, sir, there

is but one thing more, and they shall be married Senhor, beso las manos : vuestra merced es muy instantly. bien venido en esta tierra.

Cha. Pray Heaven, that one thing more don't Cha. Senhor, soy muy humilde, y muy obliga- spoil all!

[ Aside. do cryado de vuestra merced : mi padre embia Sir Jeal. Don Pedro writ me word, in his last a vuestra merced, los mas profondos de sus res but one, that he designed the sum of five thoupetos; y a commissionado este mercadel Ingles, sand crowns, by way of jointure, for my daughter; de concluyr un negocio, que me haze el mas di- and that it should be paid into my hand upon choss hombre del mundo, haziendo me su yerno. the day of marriageSir Jeal. I am glad on't, for I find I have lost Cha. Oh, the devil!

[ Aside much of my Spanish. Sir, I am your most hum Sir Jeal. In order to lodge it in some of our ble servant. Signior Don Diego Babinetto has funds, in case she should become a widow, and informed me that you are commissioned by signi- return for Englandor Don Pedro, &c. his worthy father

Sir Geo. Pox on't, this is an unlucky turn !-Sir Geo. To see an affair of marriage con What shall I say?

(dside. summated between a daughter of your's and sig Sir Jeal. And he does not mention one word nior Diego Babinetto his son here. True, sir, of it in this letter. such a trust is reposed in me, as that letter will Cha. I don't know how he should. [Aside.

I hope, 'twill pass upon him. Sir Geo. Humph! True, sir Jealous, he told [Aside.]

[Gives him a letter. me such a thing, but, but, but, but-he, he, heSir Jeal. Aye, 'tis his hand. [Seems to read. he did not imagine that you would insist upon

Sir Geo. Good; you have counterfeited to a the very day; for, for, for, for money, you nicety, Charles.

[Aside to Charles. know, is dangerous returning by sea, an, an, an, Cha. If the whole plot succeeds as well, I'm happy,

Cha. Zounds ! say we have brought it in comSir Jeal. Sir, I find by this that you are a man modities.

[ Aside to Sir GEORGE. of honour and probity; I think, sir, he calls you Sir Geo. And so, sir, he has sent it in merMeanwell?

chandize, tobacco, sugars, spices, lemons, and so Sir Geo. Meanwell is my name, sir.

forth, which shall be turned into money with all Sir Jeal. A very good name, and very signi- expedition: in the mean time, sir, if you please ficant.

to accept of my bond for performanceCha. Yes, faith, if he knew all. Aside. Sir Jeal. It is enough, sir; I am so pleased

Sir Jeal. For, to mean well, is to be honest; with the countenance of signior Diego, and the and to he honest, is the virtue of a friend ; and a harmony of your name, that I'll take your word, friend is the delight and support of human soci- and will fetch my daughter this moment. Withe ety.

in there. Sir Geo. You shall find that I'll discharge the

Enter Servant. part of a friend in what I have undertaken, sir Jealous.

Desire Mr Tackum, my neighbour's chaplain, to Cha. But little does he think to whom. [Aside. walk hither. Sir Geo. Therefore, sir, I must entreat the Sero. Yes, sir.

[Erit. presence of your fair daughter, and the assist Sir Jeal. Gentlemen, I'll return in an instant, ance of your chaplain ; for signior Don Pedro

[Erit. strictly enjoined me to see the marriage rites Cha. Wondrous well! let me embrace thee. performed as soon as we should arrive, to avoid Sir Geo. Egad, that five thousand crowns had the accidental overtures of Venus.

like to have ruined the plot. Sir Jeal. Overtures of Venus !

Cha. But that's over; and if Fortune throws Sir Geo. Aye, sir; that is, those little hawk no other rubs in our waying females that traverse the Park and the play Sir Geo. Thou'lt carry the prize-But hist! house to put off their damaged ware - they fasten bere he comes. upon foreigners like lecches, and watch their arrival as carefully as the Kentish men do a ship

Enter Sir JEALOUS, dragging in ISABINDA. wreck: I warrant you they have heard of him Sir Jeal. Come along, you stubborn baggage xŲrcady.

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Isa. Oh! hear me, sir; hear me but speak now, and the whole when I die, but provided she one word :

marries this gentleman; else by St Iago I'll turn Do not destroy my everlasting peace;

her out of doors to beg or starve. Tell her this, My soul abhors this Spaniard you have chose, Mr Meanwell; pray

[Walks off Nor can I wed him without being curst.

Sir Geo. Ha! this is beyond expectationSir Jeal. How's that!

Trust to me, sir; I'll lay the dangerous conseIsa. Let this posture move your tender na- quence of disobeying you at this juncture before

[Kneels. lier, I warrant you. For ever will I hang upon these knees,

Cha. A sudden joy runs through my heart, like Nor loose my bands, till you cut off my hold, a propitious omen.

[Aside. If you refuse to hear me, sir.

Sir Geo. Come, madam, do not blindly cast Cha. Oh! that I could discover myself to her! your life away, just in the inoment you would

[Aside. wish to save it. Sir Geo. Have a care what you do: you had Isa. Pray, cease your trouble, sir; I have no better trust to his obstinacy.

[Aside. wish but sudden death to free me from this haSir Jeal. Did you ever see such a perverse ted Spaniard. If you are his friend, inform him slut? Off, I say. 'Mr Meanwell, pray help me a what I say; my heart is given to another youth, little.

whom I love with the same strength of passion Sir Geo. Rise, madam, and do not disoblige that I hate this Diego, with whom, if I am forced your father, who has provided a husband worthy to wed, my own hand shall cut the Gordian knot. of you; one that will love you equal with his soul, Sir Geo. Suppose this Spaniard, whom you and one that you will love, when once you know strive to shun, should be the very man to whom hiin.

you'd fy? Isa. Oh! never, never ver!

Isa. Ha! Could I suspect that falsehood in my heart, Sir Geo. Would you not blame your rash reI would this moment tear it from my breast, solve, and curse your eyes that would not look And straight present him with the treacherous on Charles? part.

Isa. On Charles? Oh! you have inspired new Cha. Oh! my charming, faithful dear! life, and collected every wandering sense. Where

[Aside. is he? Oh ! let me fly into his arins. Rises. Sir Jeal. Falsehood ! why, who the devil are Sir Geo. Hold, hold, hold ! 'Sdeath! madam, you in love with? Don't provoke me ; for, by St you'll ruin all! Your father believes him to be Iago, I shall beat you, housewife.

signior Babinetto. Compose yourself a little, Cha. Heaven forbid! for I shall infallibly dis- pray, madam. (He runs to Sir JEALOUS. cover myself if he should.

Cha. Her

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declare she knows me. Sir Geo. Have patience, madam, and look at

[ Aside. him : why will ye prepossess yourself against a Sir Geo. She begins to hear reason, sir; the man, that is master of all the charms you would fear of being turned out of doors has done it. desire in a husband.

[Runs back to ISABINDA. Sir Jeal. Ay, look at him, Isabinda. Senhor Isa. 'Tis he! Oh, my ravished soul! pase vind adelante.

Sir Geo. Take heed, madam, you don't betray Cha. My heart bleeds to see her grieve, whom yourself. Seem with reluctance to consent, or I imagined would with joy receive me. Senhora you are undone.Runs to Sir Jealous.}obligue me vuestra merced de sa mano.

Speak gently to her, sir ; I'm sure she'll yield; I Sir Jeal. (Pulling up her head.] Hold up your see it in her face. head, hold up your head, hussy, and look at him. Sir Jeal. Well, Isabinda, can you refuse to Is there a properer, handsomer, better shaped, bless a father, whose only care is to make you fellow in England, ye jade you? Ha! see, see happy, as Mr Meanwell has informed you ? the obstinate baggage shuts her eyes; by St Iago Come, wipe thy eyes; nay, prithce, do, or thou I hsve a good mind to beat them out.

wilt break thy father's heart. See, thou bring'st

[Pushes her down. the tears in mine, to think of thy undutitul carIsab. Do then, sir, kill me; kill me instantly; riage to me.

[Weeps. 'Tis much the kinder action of the two,

Isa. Oh, do not weep, sir! your tears are like For 'twill be worse than death to wed him. a poignard to my soul. Do with me what you

Sir Geo. Sir Jealous, you are too passionate. please; I am all obedience. Give me leave; I'll try, by gentle words, to work Sir Jeal. Ha! then thou art my child again. her to your purpose.

Sir Geo. 'Tis done; and now, friend, the day's Sir Jeal. I pray do, Mr Meanwell, I pray do ; thy own. she'll break my heart. (Weeps.] There is, in that, "Cha. The happiest of my life, if nothing interjewels of the value of three thousand pounds, vene. Avbich were her mother's; and a paper, wherein Sir Jea. And wilt thou love him? I have settled one half of my estate upon her Isa. I will endeavour it, sir.

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Enter a Servant.

SCENE III.-Changes to the inside of the

house. Ser. Sir, here is Mr Tackum.

Enter Marplot and servant. Sir Jeal. Shew him into the parlour. Senhor tome vind sueipora ; cette momento les junta les Ser. Sir, please to stay here; I'll send my mas.

ter to you,

[Erit, [Gives her to CHARLES. Mar. So, this was a good contrivance. If this Cha. Oh, transport! Senhor, yo la recibo como be Charles now, he will wonder how I found him se deve un tesoro tan grande, Oh! my joy, my out. soul !

Enter servant and SIR JEALOUS.

[Embrace. Isa. My faithful, everlasting comfort !

Sir Jeal. What is your earnest business, blockSir Jeal. Now, Mr Meanwell, let's to the par- head, that you must speak with me before the son,

ceremony's past? Ila! who's this?

Ser. Why, this gentleman, sir, wants another Who, by his art, will join this pair for life, gentleman in a Spanish habit, he says. Make me the happiest father, her the happiest Sir Jeal. In a Spanish habit ! 'tis some friend wife.

[Exeunt. of signior Don Diego's, I warrant. Sir, your ser.

vant.

Mar. Your servant, sir. SCENE II.-Changes to the street before Sir Sir Jeal. I suppose you would speak with sige JEALOUS's door.

nior Babinetto.

Mar. Sir!
Enter MARPLOT,

Sir Jeal. I say, I suppose you would speak

with signior Babinetto. Mar. I have hunted all over the town for Mar. Hey day! What the devil does he say Charles, but cannot find him; and, by Whisper's now? Sir, I don't understand you. scouting at the end of the street, I suspect he Sir Jeal. Don't you understand Spanish, sir? must be in the house again. I am informed, too, Mar. Not I, indeed, sir. that he has borrowed a Spanislı habit out of the Sir Jeul. I thought you had known signior Baplay-house : what can it mean?

binetto.

Mar. Not I, upon my word, sir, Enter a servant of Sır Jealous's to him, out of friend, the English merchant, Mr Wleanwell?

Sir Jeal. What then, you'd speak with his the house.

Alar. Neither, sir, not I; I don't mean any Hark'e, sir, do you belong to this house?

such thing. Ser. Yes, sir.

Sir Jeal. Why, who are you, then, sir? And Mar. Isn't your name Richard !

what do you want?

[In an angry tone. Ser. No, sir, Thomas,

Mar. Nay, nothing at all ; not I, sir. Pox on Mar. Oh, aye, Thomas. -Well, Thomas, him! I wish I were out; he begins to exalt his there's a shilling for you.

voice; I shall be beaten again. Scr. Thank you, sir.

Sir Jeal. Nothing at all, sir! Why, then, what Mar. Pray, Thomas, can you tell if there be a business have you in my house? ha! gentleman in it in a Spanish habit?

Ser. You said you wanted a gentleman in a Ser. There's a Spanish gentleman within, that Spanish habit. is just a-going to marry my young lady, sir.

Mar. Why, aye; but his name is neither BabiMar. Are you sure he is a Spanish gentle- netto nor Meanwell.

Sir Jeal. What is his name, then, sirrah? Ha! Ser. I'm sure he speaks no English that I hear Now I look at you again, I believe you are the of.

rogue that threatened me with half-a-dozen myr· Mar. Then that cannot be him I want; for midons'tis an English gentleman that I inquire after ; Mar. Me, sir! I never saw your face in all he may be dressed like a Spaniard, for aught I my life, before. hnow.

Sir Jeal, Speak, sir, who is it you look for? Ser. Ha! Who knows but tbis may be an im- or, orpostor? I'll inform my master; for, if he should Mar. A terrible old dog! Why, sir, only an be imposed upon, he'll beat us all round.—[Aside.] honest young fellow of my acquaintance I --Pray, come in, sir, and see if this be the per- thought that here might be a ball, and that he son you inquire for.

might have been here in masquerade. Tis Mar. Aye, I'll follow you—Now for't. Charles, sir Francis Gripe's son, because I knew

[Exeunt. he used to come hither sometimes,

man ?

Sir Jeal. Did he so ? not that I know of, I'm Sir Jeal. No, you don't know your son, there, sure. Pray Heaven that this be Don Diego-If | in a Spanish habit? I should be tricked now--Ha! my heart misgives Sir Fran. Ilow! my son in a Spanish habit! me plaguily-Within there! stop the marriage, Sirrah, you'll come to be hanged.' Get out of Run, sirrah; call all my servants ! I'll be satisfied sight, ye dog! get out of my sight! that this is signior Pedro's son, ere he has my Sir Jeal. Get out of your sight, sir! get out daughter,

with your bags. Let's see what you'll give him Mar. Ha! Sir George! What have I done, now, to maintain my daughter on. now?

Sir Fran. Give him! he shall never be the

better for a penny of mine—and you might have Enter Sir GEORGE, with a drawn sword, be

looked after your daughter better, sir Jealous.tween the scenes.

Tricked, quotha ! Egad, I think you designed to Sir Geo. Ha! Marplot here-oh, the unlucky trick me: but, look ye, gentlemen, I believe I dog !-What's the matter, sir Jealous ?

shall trick you both. This lady is my wife, do Sir Jeal. Nay, don't know the matter, Mr you see, and my estate shall descend only to the Meanwell.

heirs of her body Mar. Upon my soul, sir George

Sir Geo. Lawfully begotten by me -I shall be [Going up to Sir George. extremely obliged to you, sir Francis. Sir Jeal. Nay, then, I'm betrayed, ruined, un Sir Frun. Ha, ha, ha, ha! Poor sir Geòrge! done! Thieves, traitors, rogues !--[Offers to go You see your prospect was of no use; does not in.)-Stop the marriage, 1 say

your hundred pound stick in your stomach ? Ha, Sir Geo. I say, go on, Mr Tackum. Nay, no ha, ha! entering here; I guard this passage, old gentle Sir Geo. No, faith, sir Francis; this lady has man : the act and deed were both your own, and given me a cordial for that. I'll see them signed, or die for't.

[Takes her by the hand.

Sir Fran. Hold, sir, you have nothing to say Enter Servant.

to this lady, Sir Jeal. A pox on the act and deed! Fall on, Sir Geo. Nor you nothing to do with my wife, knock him down.

sir. Sir Geo. Aye, come on, scoundrels ! I'll prick Sir Fran. Wife, sir ? your jackets for you.

Mir. Aye, really, guardian, 'tis even so. I Sir Jeal. Zounds! sirrah, I'll be revenged on hope you'll forgive my first offence. you.

[Beats Marplot. Sir Fran. What! Have you choused me out Sir Geo. Aye, there your vengeance is due. of my consent, and your writings, then, mistress, Ha, ha, ha!

ha? Mar. Why, what do you beat me for? I han't Mir. Out of nothing but my own, guardian. married your daughter.

Sir Jeal. Ha, ha, ha! 'tis some comfort, at Sir Jeal. Rascals! Why don't you knock him | least, to see you are over-reached as well as mydown?

self. Will you settle your estate upon your son Ser. We are afraid of his sword, sir; if you'll now? take that from him, we'll knock him down pre Sir Fran. He shall starve first. sently.

Mir. That I have taken care to prevent.

There, sir, are the writings of your uncle's estate, Enter CHARLES and ISABINDA.

which have been your due these three years. Sir Jeal. Seize her, then !

(Gives CHARLES papers. Cha. Rascals! retire; she's my wife; touch Cha. I shall study to deserve this favour. her if you dare; I'll make dog's meat of you. Mar. Now, how the devil could she get those

Mar. Aye, I'll make dog's meat of you, ras writings, and I know nothing of it! cals !

Sir Fran. What, have you robbed me too, Sir Jeal. Ah! downright English--Oh, oh, mistress ! Egad, I'll make you restore them——

hussy, I will so.

Sir Jeal. Take care I don't make you pay the Enter Sir Francis Gripe, Miranda, Patch, arrears, sir. 'Tis well 'tis no worse, since 'tis no SCENTWELL, and WhisPER.

better. Come, young man, seeing thou hast outSir Fran. Into the house of joy we enter, witted me, take her, and bless you both! without knocking-Ha! I think 'tis the house Cha. I hope, sir, you'll bestow your blessing, of sorrow, sir Jealous.

too; 'tis all I ask.

[Kneels. Sir Jeal. Oh, sir Francis, are you come? what! Mar. Do, Gardy, do. was this your contrivance, to abuse, trick, and Sir Fran. Confound you all! chouse me out of my child ?

[Exit Sir Francis. Sir Fran. My contrivance! What do you Mar. Mercy upon us, how he looks! mean?

Sir Geo. Ha, ha, ha! ne'er mind his curses,

oh, oh!

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