but false, deluding woman?-Woman, whose composition inverts humanity; their bodies heavenly, but their souls are clay. Wild. Come, come, colonel, this is too much : I know your wrongs received from Lurewell may excuse your resentment against her. But it is unpardonable to charge the failings of a single woman upon the whole sex. I have found one, whose virtues Stand. So have I, Sir Harry; I have found one whose pride's above yielding to a prince. And if lying, dissembling, perjury, and falsehood, be no breaches in a woman's honour, she is as innocent as infancy. Wild. Well, colonel, I find your opinion grows stronger by opposition; I shall now, therefore, wave the argument, and only beg you for this day to make a shew of complaisance at least.- -Here comes my charming bride. Enter DARLING and ANGELICA. Stand. [Saluting ANGELICA.] I wish you, madam, all the joys of love and fortune. Enter CLINCHER Junior. Clin. Gentlemen and ladies, I'm just upon the spur, and have only a minute to take my leave. Wild. Whither are you bound, sir? sir. Clin. Bound, sir! I am going to the jubilee, Darl. Bless me, cousin! how came you by these clothes? Clin. Clothes! ha, ha, ha! the rarest jest! ha, ha, ha! I shall burst, by Jupiter Ammon, I shall burst. Darl What's the matter, cousin? Clin. The matter! ha, ha, ha! Why, an honest porter, ha, ha, ha! has knocked out my brother's brains, ha, ha, ha! Wild. A very good jest, i'faith, ha, ha, ha! Clin. Ay, sir, but the jest of all is, he knocked out his brains with a hammer, and so he is as dead as a door-nail, ha, ha, ha! Darl. And do you laugh, wretch? Clin. Laugh! ha, ha, ha! let me see e'er a younger brother in England that won't laugh at such a jest. Ang. You appeared a very sober, pious gentle. man some hours ago. Clin. Pshaw, I was a fool then: but now, madam, I'm a wit; I can rake now. As for your part, madam, you might have had me once; but now, madam, if you should fall to eating chalk, or gnawing the sheets, it is none of my fault. Now, madam-I have got an estate, and I must go to the jubilee. Enter CLINCHER Senior in a Blanket. Clin. sen. Must you so, rogue, must ye? You will go to the jubilee, will you? Clin. jun. A ghost! a ghost! Send for the Dean and Chapter presently. Clin. sen. A ghost! No, no, sirrah; I'm an elder brother, rogue. Clin. jun. I don't care a farthing for that; I'm sure you're dead in law. Clin. sen. Why so, sirrah, why so? Clin. jun. Because, sir, I can get a fellow to swear he knocked out your brains. Wild. An odd way of swearing a man out of his life! Clin. jun. Smell him, gentlemen; he has a deadly scent about him.— Clin. sen. Truly the apprehensions of death may have made me savour a little. O, Lord! the colonel! The apprehension of him may make the savour worse, I'm afraid. Clin. jun. In short, sir, were you a ghost, or brother, or devil, I will go to the jubilee, by Jupiter Ammon. Stand. Go to the jubilee! go to the BearGarden.--The travel of such fools as you doubly injures our country: you expose our native follies, which ridicule us amongst strangers, and return fraught only with their vices, which you vend here for fashionable gallantry: a travelling fool is as dangerous as a home-bred villain. Get you to your native plough and cart, converse with animals like yourselves, sheep and oxen: men are creatures you don't understand. Wild. Let 'em alone, colonel, their folly will be now diverting. Come, gentlemen, we'll dispute this point some other time: I hear some fiddles tuning; let's hear how they can entertain us. [A servant enters, and whispers WildAir. Wild. Madam, shall I beg you to entertain the company in the next room for a moment? [To DARL. Darl. With all my heart-Come, gentlemen. [Exeunt all but WILDAIR. Wild. A lady to enquire for me! Who can this be? Wild. Hey-day! Why, madam, I'm sure I never swore to marry you: I made indeed a slight promise, upon condition of your granting me a small favour; but you would not consent, you know. Lure. How he upbraids me with my shame! Can you deny your binding vows, when this appears a witness against your falsehood? [Shews a ring.] Methinks the motto of this sacred pledge should flash confusion in your guilty face-Read, read here the binding words of love and honour words not unknown to your perfidious tongue, though utter strangers to your treacherous heart. Wild. The woman's stark staring mad, that's certain. Lure. Was it maliciously designed to let me find my misery when past redress; to let me know you, only to know you false? Had not cursed chance shewed me the surprising motto, I had been happy-The first knowledge I had of you was fatal to me, and this second worse. Wild. What the devil is all this! Madam, I'm not at leisure for raillery at present; I have weighty affairs upon my hands; the business of pleasure, madam: any other time-[Going. vour. Lure. Stay, I conjure you, stay. Wild. 'Faith, I cann't; my bride expects me; but hark'e, when the honey-moon is over, about a month or two hence, I may do you a small fa[Erit. Lure. Grant me some wild expressions, Heavens, or I shall burst! Woman's weakness, man's falsehood, my own shame, and love's disdain, at once swell up my breast-Words, words, or I [Going. shall burst. Enter STANDARD. Stand. Stay, madam, you need not shun my sight; for, if you are perfect woman, you have confidence to outface a crime, and bear the charge of guilt without a blush. Lure. The charge of guilt! What, making a fool of you? I've done it, and glory in the act: the height of female justice were to make you all hang or drown: dissembling, to the prejudice of men, is virtue; and every look, or sign, or smile, or tear that can deceive, is meritorious. Stand. Very pretty principles, truly. If there be truth in woman, 'tis now in thee. Come, madam, you know that you're discovered, and, being sensible that you cannot escape, you would now turn to bay. That ring, madam, proclaims you guilty. Lure. O, monster, villain, perfidious villain! Has he told you? Stand. I'll tell it you, and loudly too. Lure. O, name it not--Yet, speak it out; 'tis so just a punishment for putting faith in man, that I will bear it all; and let credulous maids, that trust their honour to the tongues of men, thus hear the shame proclaimed. Speak now, what his busy scandal, and your improving malice, both dare utter. Stand. Your falsehood cann't be reached by malice nor by satire; your actions are the justest libel on your fame; your words, your looks, your tears, I did believe, in spite of common fume. Nay, 'gainst mine own eyes, I still maintained your truth. I imagined Wildair's boasting of your favours to be the pure result of his own vanity: at last he urged your tuking presents of him; as a convincing proof of which, you yesterday from him received that ring, which ring, that I might be sure he gave it, I lent him for that purpose. Lure. Ha! you lent it him for that purpose! Stand. Yes, yes, madam, I lent it him for that purpose- -No denying it-I know it well, for I have worn it long, and desire you now, madam, to restore it to the just owner. Lure. The just owner! Think, sir, think but Stand. I did. Lure. And were not you about that time entertained two nights at the house of Sir Oliver Manly in Oxfordshire? Stund. I was, I was! [Runs to her, and embraces her.] The blest remembrance fires my soul with transport-I know the rest--you are the charming she, and I the happy man. Lure. How has blind fortune stumbled on the 'Twas cruel to forsake me. right! But where have you wandered since ?— tedious now: but to discharge myself from the letter or otherwise. return found you were gone out of the kingdom, brave—and, to reward your truth, an estate of Lure. Then men are still most generous and three thousand pounds a year waits your acceptduct, and the reasons that engaged me to deceive ance; and, if I can satisfy you in my past conall men, I shall expect the honourable performance of your promise, and that you will stay with me in England. part us more. My honour can be no where more Stand. Stay! Nor fame nor glory e'er shall concerned than here. Enter WILDAIR, ANGELICA, both CLINCHERS. Oh! Sir Harry, Fortune has acted miracles today: the story's strange and tedious; but all amounts to this-that woman's mind is charming as her person, and I am made a convert too to beauty. Wild. I wanted only this to make my pleasure perfect. And now, madam, we may dance and sing, and love and kiss in good earnest. Smug. So, gentlemen and ladies, I'm glad to find you so merry: is my gracious nephew among ye? Wild. Sir, he dares not shew his face among such honourable company; for your gracious nephew is Smug. What, sir? Have a care what you say. Wild. A villain, sir. Smug. With all my heart. I'll pardon you the beating me for that very word. And pray, Sir Harry, when you see him next, tell him this news from me, that I have disinherited him-that I will leave him as poor as a disbanded quarter-master. And this is the positive and stiff resolution of threescore and ten; an age that sticks as obstinately to its purpose, as to the old fashion of its cloak. Wild. You see, madam, [To ANGEL] how industriously fortune has punished his offence to you. Ang. I can scarcely, sir, reckon it an offence, considering the happy consequence of it. Smug. Oh! Sir Harry, he is as hypocriticalLure. As yourself, Mr Alderman. How fares my good old nurse, pray, sir? Smug. O. madam, I shall be even with you before I part with your writings and money, that I have in my hands. Stand. A word with you, Mr Alderman: Do you know this pocket-book? Smaug. O! Lord, it contains an account of all my secret practices in trading. [Aside.] How came you by it, sir? Stand. Sir Harry here dusted it out of your pocket at this lady's house yesterday. It contains an account of some secret practices in your of an agreement with a correspondent at Bour merchandising; among the rest, the counterpart deaux, about transporting French wine in Spanish casks. First, return this lady all her writings, then I shall consider whether I shall lay your proceedings before the parliament or not, whose justice will never suffer your smuggling to go unpunished. Smug. Oh, my poor ship and cargo ! Clin. sen. Hark'e, master, you had as good come along with me to the jubilee now. Ang. Come, Mr Alderman, for once let a woman advise: Would you be thought an honest man, banish covetousness, that worst gout of age: avarice is a poor, pilfering quality of the soul, and will as certainly cheat, as a thief would steal. Would you be thought a reformer of the times, be less severe in your censures, less rigid in your precepts, and more strict in your example. imitation than compulsion; of which, colonel, Wild. Right, madam, virtue flows freer from your conversion and mine are just examples. In vain are musty morals taught in schools, By rigid teachers, and as rigid rules, Where virtue with a frowning aspect stands, And frights the pupil from its rough commands. But woman Charming woman can true converts make ; EPILOGUE. Now all depart, each his respective way, To coffee some retreat, to save their pockets; Others, more generous, damn the play at Locket's; But there, I hope, the author's fears are vain; The privilege of wine we only ask; You'll taste again, before you damn the flask. Sit down, and for their two-pence damn a poet : done. But now, to know what fate may us betide, Among our friends in Cornhill and Cheapside. But those, I think, have but one rule for plays : They'll say they're good, if so the world but says: If it should please them, and their spouses know it, | For their sakes, then, the play cann't miss succeeding; Though critics may want wit, they have good breeding; They won't, I'm sure, forfeit the ladies' graces, [55] SIR HARRY WILDAIR; BEING THE SEQUEL OF THE TRIP TO THE JUBILEE. BY FARQUHAR. PROLOGUE. OUR authors have, in most their late essays, From the front-boxes he has pick'd his style, The modern forms of action, time, and place; |