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Sir Fran. Sir, I shall make a servant shew Sir Fran. Oh, monstrous! Why, Chargy, did you out at the window if you are saucy. he use to come to the garden-gate?

Mar, I am your most humble servant, guar Mir. The gardener described just such another dian; I design to go out the same way


man that always watched his coining out, and in. I would only ask this lady one question ; fain would have bribed him for his entrancedon't you think he's a fine gentleman?

Tell him he shall find a warm reception if he Sir Fran. Who's a fine gentleman?

comes this night. Mar. Not you, Gardy; not you! Don't you , Mar. Pistols and blunderbusses ! Egad! a think in your soul that sir George Airy is a very warm reception indeed! I shall take care to infine gentleman?

form him of your kindness, and advise him to Mir. He dresses well.

keep farther off. Sir Fran. Which is chiefly owing to his tailor Nir. I hope he will understand my ineaning and valet de chambre.

better than to follow your advice. [Aside. Mar. Well! and who is your dress owing to, Sir Fran. Thou hast signed, sealed, and ha? There's a beau, ma'am-do but look at him! taken possession of my heart for ever, Chargv, Sir Fran. Sirrah!

ha, ha, ha! and for you, Mr Saucebox, let ine Mir. And if being a beau be a proof of his have no more of your messages, if ever you being a fine gentleman, he may be so.

design to inherit your estate, gentleman. Mur. Ile may be so! Why, ma'am, the judi Mar. Why, there 'tis now. Sure I shall be cious part of the world allow him wit, courage, out of your clutches one day-Well, Guardian, I gallantry, ay, and economy, too; though I say no more: but if you be not as arrant a think he forfeited that character, when he flung cuckold as e'er drove bargain upon the exchange, away a hundred pounds upon your dumb lady- or paid attendance to a court, I am the son of ship.

a whetstone; and so your humble servant. Sir Fran. Does that gall him? Ha, ha, ha!

[Going. Mir. So, sir George, remaining in deep discon Mlir. Mr Marplot, don't forget the message: tent, has sent you, his trusty squire, to utter his ha, ha, ha, ha! complaint. Ha, ha, ha!

Mar. Nang, nang, nang!

[Erit. Mar. Yes, madam; and you, like a cruel hard Sir Fran. I am so provoked—'tis well he's hearted Jew, value it no more than I would gone. your ladyship, were I sir George; you, you, Mir. Oh, mind him not, Gardy, but let's sign you

articles, and then Mir. Oh, don't call names : I know you love Sir Fran. And then--Adad I believe I am to be employed, and I'll oblige you, and you metamorphosed; my pulse beats high, and my shall carry him a message from me.

blood boils, incthinksMar. According as į like it. What is it?

[Kissing and hugging her. Mir. Nay, a kind one, you may be sure Mir. Oh, fie, Gardy! be not so violent: conFirst, tell him I have chose this gentleman, to sider the market lasts all the year.-Well; I'll have and to hold, and so forth.

in, and see if the lawyer be come: you'll follow? (Clapping her hand into Sir Francis's.

[Erit. Mar. Much good may do you !

Sir Fran. Ay, to the world's end, my dear! Sir Fran. Oh, the dear rogue ! how I dote on Well, Frank, thou art a lucky fellow in thy old her!

[ Aside. age, to have such a delicate morsel, and thirty Mir. And advise his impertinence to trouble thousand pounds, in love with thee. I shall be me no more, for I prefer sir Francis for a hus- the envy of bachelors, the glory of married men, band before all the fops in the universe.

and the wonder of the town. Some guardians Mar. Oh Lord, oh Lord ! she's bewitched, would be glad to compound for part of the that's certain. Here's a husband for eighteen- estate at dispatching an heiress, but I engross the here's a tithit for a young lady--here's a shape, whole. O! mihi prateritos referet si Jupiter an air, and a grace-here's bones rattling in a

[Exit. leathern bag-[Turning Sir Francis about.] Here's buckram and canvas to scrub you to re SCENE V.-Changes to a tavern. pentance. Sir Fran. Sirrah, my cane shall teach you re

Discovers Sir GEORGE and CHARLES with wine pentance presently.

before them, and WHISPER waiting. Mar. No, faith; I have felt its twin brother Sir Geo. Nay, prithee, don't be grave, Charles: from just such a whithered hand too lately. misfortunes will happen. Ha, ha, ha! ’tis some

Mir. One thing more; advise him to keep comfort to have a companion in our sufferings, from the garden-gate on the left hand; for if he Cha. I am only apprehensive for Isabinda; her dare to saunter there, about the hour of eight, as father's humour is implacable; and how far his he used to do, he shall be saluted with a pistol or jealousy may transport him to her undoing, a blunderbuss.

shocks my soul to think. Vol. II.

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Sir Geo. But since you escaped undiscovered Enter Whisper, with pen, ink, and paper. by him, his rage will quickly lash into a calm ; never fear it.

Mar. You'd say it was no good sign, if you Cha. But who knows what that unlucky dog, knew all. Marplot, told him; nor can I imagine what Sir Geo. Why, prithee ! brought him hither: that fellow is ever doing Mar. Hark'e, sir George, let me warn you ; mischief; and yet, to give him his due, he never pursue your old haunt no more; it may be dandesigns it. This is some blundering adventure gerous. wherein he thought to shew his friendship, as he

(Cuarles sits down to write. calls it! a curse on him!

Sir Geo. My old haunt! what do you

mean? Sir Geo. Then you must forgive him. What Mar. Why, in short, then, since you will have said he?

it, Miranda vows, if you dare approach the garCha. Said ! nay, I had more mind to cut his den-gate at eight o'clock, as you used, you shall throat, than to hear his excuses.

meet with a warm reception. Sir Geo. Where is he?

Sir Geo. A warm reception ! Whis. Sir, I saw him go into sir Francis Gripe's Mar. Aye, a very warın reception—you shall just now.

be saluted with a blunderbuss, sir.

These were Cha. Oh! then he's upon your business, sir | her very words: nay, she bid me tell you so, George : a thousand to one but he makes some mistake there, too!

Sir Geo. Ua! the garden gate at eight, as I Sir Geo. Impossible, without he huffs the lady used to do! There must be meaning in this. Is and makes love to sir Francis.

there such a gate, Charles ?

Mar. Is there such a gate, Charles ?
Enter Drawer.

Cha. Yes, yes; it opens into the Park: I supDraw. Mr Marplot is below, gentlemen, and pose her ladyship has made many a scamper desires to know if he may have leave to wait through it. upon ye.

Sir Geo. It must be an assignation, then. Ha! Cha. How civil the rogue is when he has done my heart springs for joy; 'tis a propitious omen. a fault !

My dear Marplot ! Let me embrace thee; thou Sir Geo. Ho ! desire him to walk up. Prithee, art my friend, my better angel. Charles, throw off this chagrin, and be good com Mar. What do you mean, sir George? pany.

Sir Geo. No matter what I mean. Here, take Cha. Nay, hang him, I'm not angry with him. a bumper to the garden-gate, you dear rogue Whisper, fetch me pen, ink, and paper. Whisp. Yes, sir.

[Exit Whisper. Mar. You have reason to be transported, sir George ; I have saved your

life. Enter MARPLOT.

Sir Geo. My life! thou hast saved my soul,

Charles, if thoù dost not pledge this Cha. Do but mark his sheepish look, sir ( health, may'st thou never taste the joys of love! George. ·

Cha. Whisper, be sure you take care how you Mur. Dear Charles ! don't overwhelm a man deliver this.-[Gives him the letter.]- Bring me already under insupportable affliction. I'm sure the answer to my lodgings. I always intend to serve my friends; but if my Whis. I warrant you, sir. malicious stars deny the happiness, is the fault Mar. Whither does that letter go? Now, dare mine?

I not ask for my blood-That fellow knows more Sir Geo. Never mind him, Mr Marplot ; secrets than I do. he's eat up with spleen. But tell me, what says

[Erit WHISPER. Miranda ?

Cha. Now I'm for you. Mar. Says !—nay, we are all undone there, Sir Geo. To the garden-gate at the hour of too.

eight, Charles : along; huzza! Cha. I told you so; nothing prospers that he Cha. I begin to conceive you. undertakes.

Alar. That's more than I do, egad -To the Mar. Why, can I help her having chose your garden-gate, huzza !-(Drinks.}-But, I hope, father for better for worse?

you design to keep far enough off out, sir Cha. So; there's another of Fortune's strokes. George? I suppose I shall be edged out of my estate with Sir Geo. Aye, aye; never fear that; she shall twins every year, let who will get them.

see I despise her frowns; let her use the blunSir Geo. What! is the woman really possess derbuss against the next fool; she sha'nt reach ed?

me with the smoke, I warraut her; ha, ha, ha! Mar. Yes, with the spirit of contradiction : Mar. Ah, Charles ! if you could receive a disshe railed at you most prodigiously.

appointment thus en cavalier, one should have Sir Geo. That's no ill sign.

some comfort in being beat for you.

you !


Cha. The fool comprehends nothing.

Cha. Come, you shall go home with me. Sir Geo. Nor would I have him. Prithee, take Mar. Shall I! And are we friends, Charles ? lum along with thee.

I am glad of it. Cha. Enough.

Cha. Come along, Sir Geo. I kiss both your hands And now

[Erit Sir CHARLES for the garden gate!

Mar. Egad, Charles' asking me to go home

with him, gives me a shrewd suspicion there's 'Tis beauty gives the assignation there, more in the garden-gate than I comprehend.And love too powerful grows to admit of fear. Faith, I'll give him the drop, and away to Gar[Exit Sir GEORGE. I dy's, and find it out.



SCENE I.The outside of Sir JEALOUS Traf saw Patch's tail sweep by: that wench may be a FICK's house, Patcu peeping out of the door. slut, and, instead of guarding my honour, betray

it. I'll find it out, I'm resolved - Who's Enter WHISPER.

there? Whis. Ha! Mrs Patch, this is a lucky minute,

Enter Servant. to find you so readily; my master dies with impatience.

What answer did you bring from the gentlemen Patch. My lady imagined so; and, by her or I sent you to invite? ders, I have heen scouting this bour in search of Ser. That they'd all wait on you, sir, as I told you, to inform you, that sir Jealous has invited you before; but I suppose you forgot, sir? some friends to supper with him to-night, which Sir Jea. Did I so, sir? but I sha'nt forget to gives an opportunity to your master to make use break your head, if any of them come, sir. of his ladder of ropes. The closet window shail Ser, Come, sir! Why, did not you send me be open, and Isabinda ready to receive him. Bid to desire their company, sir? him cone immediately.

Sir Jea. But I send you now to desire their abWhis. Excellent! he'll not disappoint her, I war sence. Say, I have something extraordinary falrant him. But hold, I have a letter bere, which len' out, which calls me abroad, contrary to exI'm to carry an answer to. I cannot think what pectation, and ask their pardon; and, d'ye hear, language the direction is,

send the butler to me. Patch. Pho! 'tis no language, but a character Ser. Yes, sir.

[Exit. which the lovers invented to avert discovery

Enter Butler. Ha! I hear my old master coming down stairs ; it is impossible you should have an answer : Sir Jea. If this paper has a meaning, I'll find away, and bid himn come himself for that. Be-lit -Lay the cloth in any daughter's chamber, gone! we're ruined, if you're seen, for he has and bid the cook send supper thither, presently. doubled his care since the last accident.

But. Yes, sir. Hey-day! What's the matter, Whis. I go, I go.

[Erit Butler. [Erit Whisper. Sir Jea. He wants the eyes of Argus, that has Patch. There, go thou into my pocket.—[Puts a young, handsome daughter, in this town; but it beside, and it falls down.]—Now, I'll up the my comfort is, I shall not be troubled long with back-stairs, lest I meet him—Well, a dexterous her. He, that pretends to rule a girl once in her chambermaid is the ladies' best utensil, I say. teens, had better be at sea in a storm, and in less

[Erit PATCH. danger. Enter Sir Jealous, with a letter in his hand.

For let bim do, or counsel all he can, Sir Jea. So, this is some comfort; this tells me She thinks, and dreams of nothing else, but that signior Don Diego Babinetto is safely arri

Erit. ved. He shall marry my daughter the ininute he comes-Ha! What's here !

SCENE II.-ISABINDA's chamber. the letter Patch dropped.]—A letter! I don't know what to make of the superscription. I'll

Enter IsaBINDA and PATCH. see what's within-side.-(Opens it.}- Humph'us Hebrew, I think. What can this mean? Isa. Are you sure nobody saw you speak to There must be some trick in it. This was cer- Whisper? tainly designed for my daughter; but I don't Patch. Yes, very sure, madam; but I heard know that she can speak any language but her sir Jealous coming down stairs; so clapt this letmother tongue. No matter for that; this may ter into my pocket. [Feels for the letter. be one of love's hieroglyphicks; and I fancy I Isa. A letter! give it me quickly.



[Takes up

Patch. Bless me! What's become on't-I'm acheI have worn it these seven years; 'twas sure I put it

[Searching still. given me by an angel, for aught I know, when I Isa. Is't possible that thou couldst be so care was raving with the pain, for nobody knew from less ? Oh, I'm undone for ever, if it be lost. whence he came, nor whither he went. He charged

Patch. I must have dropt it upon the stairs. me never to open it, lest some dire vengeance But why are you so much alarmed ? if the worst befell me ; and Heaven knows what will be the happens, nobody can read it, madam, nor find event. Oh, cruel misfortune ! that I should drop out whom it was designed for.

it, and you should open it-If you had not Isa. If it falls into my father's hands, the very opened itfigure of a letter will produce ill consequences. Isa. Excellent wench !

[Aside. Run, and look for it upon the stairs this moment. Sir Jeal. Pox of your charms and whims for

Patch. Nay, I'm sure it can be no where else. me! If that be all, 'tis well enough: there, there, --[As she is going out of the door, meets the but- burn it, and, I warrant you, no vengeance will ler. 1-How now, what do you want?

follow. But. My master ordered me to lay the cloth Patch. So, all's right again, thus far. [Aside. here for supper.

Isa. I would not lose Patch for the worldIsa. Ruined past redemption (Aside. I'll take courage a little.—[Aside.)- Is this usage

Putch. You mistake, sure. What shall we for your daughter, sir? Must my virtue and condo?

duct be suspected for every trifle ? You immure Isa. I thought he expected company'to-night- me like some dire offender here, and deny me all Oh, poor Charles! Oh, unfortunate Isabinda! the recreations which my sex enjoy, and the cus

But. I thought so, too, madam; but I sup- tom of the country, and modesty, allow; yet, pose he has altered his mind.

not content with that, you make my confinement (Lays the cloth, and erit. more intolerable by your mistrusts and jealouIsa. The letter is the cause. This heedless sies. Would I were dead, so I were free from action has undone me. Fly, and fasten the clo- this ! set-window, which will give Charles notice to re Sir Jeal. To-morrow rids you of this tiresome tire. Ha! my father! oh, confusion !

load: Don Diego Babinetto will be here; and

then my care ends, and his begins. Enter Sir JEALOUS.

Isa. Is he come, then? Oh, how shall I avoid Sir Jea. Hold, hold, Patch! whither are you this hated marriage ! going? I'll have nobody stir out of the room till after supper:

Enter servants with supper.
Patch. Sir, I was going to reach your easy
chair-oh, wretched accident !

Sir Jeal. Come, will you sit down?
Sir Jea. I'll have nobody stir out of the room. Isa. I cannot eat, sir.
I don't want my casy chair.

Patch. No, I dare swear he has given her sup Isa. What will be the event of this? [Aside. per enough. I wish I could get into the closet. Sir Jea. Hark ye, daughter, do you know this

[Aside. hand ?

Sir Jeal. Well, if you cannot eat, then give me Isa. As I suspected—-Hand, do you call it, a song, whilst I do. sir? 'tis some school-boy's scrawl.

Isa. I have such a cold I can scarce speak, sir, Patch. Oh, Invention! Thou chambermaid's much less sing. llow shall I prevent Charles best friend, assist me!

coming in?

(Aside. Sir Jea. Are you sure you don't understand Sir Jeal. I hope you have the use of your finit?

gers, madam. Play a tune upon your spinnet, [Patch feels in her bosom, and shakes her whilst your woman sings me a song. coats.

Patch. I am as much out of tune as my lady, Isa. Do you understand it, sir?

if he knew all.

Aside. Sir Jeal. I wish I did.

Isa. I shall make excellent music. Isa. Thank Heaven you do not !--[Aside.

[Sits down to play. Then I know no more of it than you do, indeed, Patch. Really, sir, I am so frighted about your sir.

opening this charm, that I cannot remember one Patch, Oh Lord, Oh Lord! What have you song. done, sir? Why, the paper is mine, I dropped it Sir Jeal. Pish! Hang your charm! Come, out of my bosom.

come; sing any thing. Snatching it from him. Patch. Yes, I'ra likely to sing, truly.-[Aside.] Sir Jeal. Ha! yours, mistress?

-Humph, humph ; bless me! I cannot raise my Isa. What does she mean by owning it? voice, my heart pants so. Patch. Yes, sir, it is.

Sir Jcal. Why, what, does your heart pant so, Sir Jeal. What is it? Speak!

that you cannot play, neither? Pray, what key Patch. Yes, sir, it is a charm for the tooth- are you in, ha?

Patch. Ah, would the key was turned on you Isa. I'm glad I have escaped so well; I was опсе!

[Aside. almost dead in earnest with the fright. Sir Jeal. Why don't you sing, I say? Patch. When madam has put her spinnet in

Re-enter SIR JEALOUs out of the closet. tune, sir; humph, humph

Sir Jeal. Whoever the dog were, he has escaIsa. I cannot play, sir, whatever ails me. ped out of the window, for the sash is up: but,

[Rising. though he is got out of my reach, you are not.Sir Jeal. Zounds! sit down and play me a And first, Mrs Pander, with your charms for the tune, or I'll break the spinnet about your ears. tooth-ache, get out of my house! go, troop! yet Isa. What will become of me?

hold-stay—I'll see you out of my doors myself; [Sits down and plays. | but I'll secure your charge, ere I go. Sir Jeal. Comę, mistress, [To Patch. Isa. What do you mean, sir? Was she not a Patch. Yes, sir.

creature of your own providing? (Sings, but horribly out of tune. Sir Jeal. 'She was of the devil's providing, for Sir Jeal. Hey, hey! Why, you are a-top of aught I know. the house, and you are down in the cellar? what Patch. What have I done, sir, to merit your is the meaning of this? is it on purpose to cross displeasure? me, ha?

Sir Jeal. I don't know which of you have done Patch. Pray, madam, take it a little lower; I it, but you shall both suffer for it, till I can discannot reach that note-nor any note I fear. cover whose guilt it is. Go, get in there; I'll

Isa. Well, begin-Oh, Patch, we shall be dis move you from this side of the house.—[Pushes covered.

ISABINDA in at the door, and locks it, puts the Patch. I sink with apprehension, madam-key in his pocket ]—I'll keep the key myself; I'll Humpb, humph—{Sings.]

try wbat ghost can get into that room : and now, [Charles opens the closet door. forsooth, I'll wait on you down stairs. Cha. Music and singing!

Patch. Ah, my poor lady! Down stairs, sir !

But I won't go out, sir, till I have locked up my 'Tis thus the bright celestial court above clothes. Beguiles the hours with music and with love. Sir Jeal. If thou wert as naked as thou wert

born, thou shouldst not stay to put on a smock. Death! her father there !--[The women shriek.] Come along, I say. When your mistress is mar– Then I must fly Exit into the closet. ried, you shall have your rags, and every thing (Sir Jealous rises up hastily, seeing Cha. that belongs to you ; but, till thenslip back into the closet.

(Erit, pulling her out. Sir Jeal. Hell and furies! A man in the clo Patch. Oh, barbarous usage for nothing ! Patch. Ah! a ghost ! a ghost !-He must not

Re-enter at the lower end. enter the closet-(ISABINDA throws herself down before the closet door, as in a swoon.]

Sir Jeal. There, go, and come no more within Sir Jeal. The devil! I'll make a ghost of you, sight of my habitation these three days, I charge I warrant you. Strives to get by: you.

[Slaps the door after her. Patch. Oh, hold, sir! have a care; you'll tread Patch. Did ever any body see such an old upon my lady-Who waits there? Bring some monster! water. Oh! this comes of your opening the

Enter CHARLES. charm. Oh, oh, oh, oh ! [Weeps aloud.

Sir Jeal. I'll charm you, housewife. Here lies Oh, Mr Charles ! Your affairs and mine are in an the charm that conjured this fellow in, I'm sure ill posture. on't. Come out, you rascal, do so. Zounds! Cha. I am inured to the frowns of fortune; take her from the door, or l’Il spurn her from it, but what has befallen thee? and break your neck down stairs.

Patch. Sir Jealous, whose suspicious nature is Isa. He's gone; I heard him leap down. always on the watch, nay, even while one eye [Aside to Patch. sleeps, the other keeps centinel

, upon sight of Patch. Nay, then, let him enter-Here, here, you, flew into such a violent passion, that I could madam, smell to this; come, give me your hand; find no stratagem to appease him; but, in spite come nearer to the window; the air will do you of all arguments, he locked his daughter into his good.

own apartment, and turned me out of doors. Sir Jeal. I would she were in her grave. Cha. Ha! oh Isabinda! Where are you, sirrah? Villain! robber of my Patch. And swears she shall see neither sun honour! I'll pull you out of your nest.

nor moon, till she is Don Diego Babinetto's wife,

(Goes into the closet. who arrived last night, and is expected with imPatch. You'll be mistaken, old gentleman; the patience. bird is flown.

Cha. He dies; yes, by all the wrongs of love,


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