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back : all them creatures love my lady extremely: delay. Shall we make Marplot of the party ?
Mir. Go, go, dear Gardy! I bope I shall Mir. If you'll run the hazard, sir George; recover it.
I believe he means well. Sir F. B'ye, b'ye, dearee! Ah, mischief! how Mar. Nay, nay, for my part I desire to be you look now! B'ye, b'ye.
[Exit. let into nothing; I'll be
gone, therefore pray Mir. Scentwell, see him in the coach, and don't mistrust me.
[Going bring me word.
Sir G. So now he has a mind to be gone Scent. Yes, madam.
[Exit. to Charles: but not knowing what affairs he Mir. So, sir, you have done your friend a may have upon his hands at present, I'm resignal piece of service, I suppose.
solid he shan't stir. [Aside] No, Mr. Marplot, Mar. Why, look you, madam, if I have you must not leave us; we want a third percommitted a fault , thank yourself; no man is son.
[Takes hold of him. more serviceable when I am let into a secret, Mar. I never had more mind to be gone and none more unlucky at finding, it out. in my
life. Who could divine your meaning; when you Mir. Come along then; if we fail in the talk'd of a blunderbuss, who thought of a voyage, thank yourself for taking this ill-starr'd rendezvous? and when you talk'd of a monkey, gentleman on board. who the devil dreamt of sir George?
Sir G. That vessel ne'er can unsuccessful Mir. A sign you converse but little with
prove, our sex, when you can't reconcile contradictions. Whose freight is beauty; and whose pilot's
love. Enler ScentWELL.
[Exeunt Sir George and Miranda. Scent. He's gone, madam, as fast as the Mar. Tyty ti, tyty ti. coach and six can carry bim
[Steals off the other Way. Re-enter SiR GEORGE AIRY.
Re-enter Sir GEORGE AIRY, Sir G. Then I may appear.
Sir G. Marplot! Marplot! Mar. Here's pug, nia'am-Dear sir George! Mar. [Entering] Here! I was coming, sir make my peace, on my soul I never took
[Exeunt. for a monkey before.
Enter MIRANDA, PATCH, und SCENTWELL. priest when trusted,
Mir. Well, Patch, I have done a strange Sir G. Why 'tis with a priest our business bold thing; my fate is determin'd, and expec
tation is no more. Now to avoid the imperScent. Madam, here's Mrs. Isabinda's wo- tinence and roguery of an old man, I have man to wait on you.
thrown myself into the extravagance of a Mir. Bring her up.
young one'; if he should despise, slight, or
use me ill, there's no remedy from a husband Enter Patch.
but the grave, and that's a terrible sanctuary How do ye, Mrs, Patch? What news from to one of my age and constitution. four lady?
Patch. O! 'fear not, madam; you'll find your Patch, That's for your private ear, madam. account in sir George Airy; it is impossible Sir George, there's a friend of yours has an a man of sense should use a woman ill, urgent occasion for your assistance.
dued with beauty, wit, and fortune. It must Sir G. His name,
be the lady's fault if she does not wear the Patch. Charles.
unfashionable name of wife easy, when noMar, Ha! then there's something a-foot that thing but complaisance and good humour is I know nothing of. [Aside] I'll wait on you, requisits on either side to make them happy. sir George.
Mir. I long till I am out of this bouse, lest Sir G, A third person may not be proper, any accident should bring my guardian back. perhaps. . As soon as I have dispatched my Scentwell
, put my best jewels into the little own affairs I am at his service. I'll send my casket, slip them into thy pocket, and let us servant to tell him I'll wait on him in half an march off to sir Jealous's. hour.
Scent. It shall be done, madam. [Exit. Mir. How came you employed in this mes- Patch. Sir George will be impatient, masage, Mrs. Patch?
dam. If their plot succeeds, we shall be well Patch. Want of business, madam; I am receiv'd; if not, he will be able to protect us. discharg'd by my master, but hope to serve Besides, I long to know how my young lady my lady stil.
fares. Mir. How! discharg'd! you must tell me Mir. Farewell, old Mammon, and thy dethe whole story within.
tested walls ! 'Twill be no
more sweet sir Patch. With all my heart, madam. Francis! I shall be compellid the odious task Mar. Tell it here, Mrs. Patch.- Pish! pox ! of dissembling no longer to get my own, and I wish I were fairly out of the house. I find coax bim with the wheedling, names of my marriage is the end of this secret; and now precious, my dear, dear Gardy! O heavens! I'm half mad to know what Charles wants him
Enter Sir Francis GRIPE, behind. Sir G. Madam, I'm doubly press'd by love Sir F. Ah, my sweet Chargy! don't bor and friendship. This exigence admils of no frighted : [She starts] but thy poor Gardy has
is at present.
been abus’d, cheated, fool'd, betray'd; but no- My choice is fix’d, let good or ill betide. body knows by whom.
Sir F. The joyful bridegroom I, Mir. Undone, past redemption! [Aside. Mir. And I the happy bride. [Exeunt. Sir F. What, won't you speak to me, Chargy?
Mir. I am so surpris'd with joy to see you, SCENE II.-An Apartment in the House of I know not what to say:
Sir JealouS TRAFFICK. Sir F. Poor, dear girl! But do you know Enter Six Jealous TRAFFICK, meeting a that my son, or some such rogue, to robor
Servant, murder me, or both, contriv'd this journey ? for upon the road I met my neighbour Squee- Serv. Sir, here's a couple of gentlemen inzum well, and coming to town.
quire for you; one of them calls himself sigMir. Good lack! good lack! what tricks are nior Diego Babinetlo. there in this world!
Sir J. Ha! Signior Babinetto! admit 'em Re-enter Scentwell, with a diamond Neck- married to-night.
instantly-joyful minute; I'll have my daughter lace in her Hand, not seeing Sir FRANCIS.
Scent. Madam, be pleas'd to tie this neck-Enter Charles in a Spanish habit, with lace on, for I can't get into the-
Sir George AIRY, dressed like a Merchant. [Seeing Sir Francis. Senhor, beso las manos: vuestra merced es Mir. The wench is a fool, I think! Could muy bien venido en esta tierra. you not have carried it to be mended with- Charles. Senhor, soy muy bumilde, y muy out putting it in the box?
obligado cryado de vuestra merced: mi padre Sir F. What's the matter ?
embia a vuestra merced, los mas profondos Mir. Only, dearee! I bid her, I bid her-de sus respetos; y a commissionado este merYour ill-usage has put every thing out of my cadel Ingles, de concluyr un negocio, que me head. But won't you go, Gardy, and find out haze el mas dichoss hombre del mundo, bathese fellows, and have them punished, and, ziendo me sii yerno. and
Sir J. I am glad on't, for I find I have lost Sir F. Where should I look for them, child ? much of my Spanish. Sir, I am your most no, I'll sit me down contented with my safety, humble servant. Signior don Diego Babinetto nor stir out of my own doors till I go with bas informed me that you are commissioned thee to a parson.
by signior don Pedro, etc. his worthy fatherMir. If he goes into his closet I am ruin’d. Sir G. To see an affair of marriage con(.Aside] Oh, Lless me! In this fright I had summaled between a daughter of yours and forgot Mrs. Patch.
signior Diego Babinetto his son here. True, Patch. Ay, madam, and I stay for your sir, such a trust is repos'd in me, as that letspeedy answer.
ter will inform you.- I hope 'will pass upon Mir. I must get him out of the house. Now him.
[ Aside. Gives him a Leiter. assist me, fortune!
[Aside. Sir J. Ay, 'tis bis hand. [Seems to read. Sir F. Mrs. Patch! I profess I did not see Sir G. Good, you have counterfeited to a you: how dost thou do, Mrs. Patch ? Well, nicely, Charles.
[ Aside to Charles. don't you repent leaving my Chargy?
Sir J. Sir, I find by this that you are a Patch: Yes, every body, must love her-but man of honour and probity; I think, sir, he I come now
w-Madam, what did I come for? (calls you Meanwell. my invention is at the last ebb.
Sir G, Meanwell is my name, sir. [Aside to Miranda. Sir J. A very good name, and very signiSir F. Nay, never whisper, tell me. ficant. For to mean well is to be honest, and
Mir. She came, dear Gardy! to invite me to be honest is the virtue of a friend, and a to her lady's wedding, and you shall go with friend is the delight and support of human me, Gardy; 'tis to be done this moment, to a society. Spanish merchant. Old sir Jealous keeps on Sir G, You shall find that I'll discharge the his humour: the first minute he sees her, the part of a friend in what I have undertaken, next he marries her.
sir Jealous. Therefore, sir, I must entreat the Sir F. Ha, ha, ha, ha! I'd go if I thought presence of your fair daughter, and the assistthe sight of matrimony would tempt Chargyance of your chaplain ; för signior don Pedro to perform her promise. There was a smile, strictly enjoined me to see the marriage rites there was a consenting.look, with those pretty performed as soon we should arrive, lo twinklers, worth a million! ''Ods - precious! I avoid the accidental overtures of Venus. am happier than the great mogul, the emperor
Sir J. Overtures of Venus! of China, or all the potentates that are not in Sir G. Ay, sir; that is, those little hawking the wars. Speak, confirm it, make me leap females that traverse the park and the playout of
house to put off their damag'd ware - they Mir. When one bas resolved, 'tis in vain fasten upon foreigners like leeches, and watch to stand shilly-shally. If ever I'marry, posi- their arrival as carefully as the Kentish meu tively this is my wedding-day.
do a shipwreck: I warrant you they have heard Sir F. Oh! happy, happy man - Verily, I of him already. will beget a son the first night shall disinberit Sir J. Nay, I know this town swarms with that dog Charles. I have estate enough to them. purchase a barony, and be the immortalizing Sir G. Ay, and then you know the Spathe whole family of the Gripes.
niards are naturally amorous,' but very comMir. Come then, Gardy, give me thy hand; stant; the first face fixes 'em; and it may be let's to this house of Hymen.
very dangerous to let him ramble ere he is lied.
Sir J. Pat to my purpose 1) – Well, sir, Isa. Oh! never, never! there is but one thing more, and they shall Could I suspect that falsehood in my heart, be married instantly.
I would this moment tear it from my breast, Charles. Pray heaven that one thing more And straight present him with the treach'rous don't spoil all.
part. Sir ). Don Pedro wrote me word, in his Sir J. Falsehood! why, who the devil are last but one, that he designed the sum of five you in love with ? Don'i provoke me, for by thousand crowns by way of jointure for my St. Iago I shall beat you, housewife. daughter, and that it should be paid into my Sir G. Sir Jealous, you are too passionate. hand upon the day of marriage
Give me leave, I'll try by gentle words to Charles. Oh, the devil!
[Aside. work her to your purpose. Sir J. In order to lodge it in some of our Sir J. I pray do, Mr. Meanwell, I pray funds in case she should become a widow, she'll break my heart. [Weeps] There is in and return to England
that casket jewels of the value of three thouSir G. Pox oni! this is an unlucky turn. sand pounds, which were her mother's, and What shall I say?
[Aside. a paper wherein I have settled one-half of Sir J. And he does not mention one word my estate upon her now, and the whole when of it in this letter.
I die, but provided she marries this gentleman, Sir G. Humph! True, sir Jealous, he told else by St. Iago, I'll turn her out of doors tó me such a thing, but, but, but, but — he, he, beg or starve. Tell her this, Mr. Meanwell, ke, he-he did not imagine that you would pray do.
(Walks toward Charles, insist upon the very day; for, for, for, for Sir G. Ha! this is beyond expectation money, you know, is dangerous returning by Trust to me, sir, I'll lay the dangerous consea, an, an, an
sequence of disobeying you at this juncture Charles. Zounds! say we have brought it before her, I warrant you. Come, madam, do in commodities. [ Aside to Sir George. not blindly cast your life away just in the
Sir G. And so, sir, he has sent it in mer- moment you would wish to save it. chandize, tobacco, sugars, spices, lemons, and Isa. Pray cease your trouble, sir: I have so forth, which shall be turned into money no wish but, sudden death to free me from with all expedition: in the mean time, sir, if you this hated Spaniard. If you are his friend, please lo accept of my bond for performance-inform him what I say.
Sir J. It is enough, sir; I am so pleas'd Sir G. Suppose this Spaniard, which you with the countenance of signior Diego, and strive to shun, should be the very man to the harmony of your name, that I'll take your whom you'd fly? word, and will fetch my daughter this moment.
Isa, Ha! Within there.
Sir G. Would you not blame your rash Enter Servant.
resolve, and curse your eyes that would not Desire Mr. Tackum, my neighbour's chaplain, look on Charles? to walk hither.
Isa. On Charles! Where is he? [Rises. Sero. Yes, sir.
Sir G. Hold, bold, bold. 'Sdeath! madam, Sir. J. Gentlemen, I'll return in an instant. you'll ruin all. Your father believes him to
[E.rit. be sig tior Babinetto. Compose yourself a little, Sir G. 'Egad, that five thousand crowns had pray madam. [He runs to Sir Jealous. She like to have ruined the plot.
begins to hear reason, sir; the fear of being Charles. But that's over; and if fortune throws turned out of doors bas done it. Speak gently no more rubs in our way
to her, sir; I'm sure she'll yield; I see it in Sir G. Thou'lt carry the prize – But hist! her face.
Sir J. Well, Isabinda, can you refuse to
bless a father whose only care is to make Re-enter Sir Jealous Traffick, dragging you happy. in ISABINDA.
Isa. "Oh, sir! do with me what you please; Sir J. Come along, you stubborn baggage, I am all obedience. you! come along
Sir J. And wilt thou love him?
Sir J. Show him into the parlour. [Exit Isa. Let this posture move your tender na- Servant]-Senhor tome vind sueipora :'cette
[Kneels. momento les junta les manos. For ever will I hang upon these knees,
[Gives her to Charles. Nor loose
hands till you cut off my hold, Charles. Senhor, yo la recibo como se deve If you refuse to hear me, sir.
un tesora tan grande. Embraces her. Sir J. Did you ever see such a perverse slut? Off, I say. Mr. Meanwell, pray help me Who, by his art, will join this pair for life, a little.
Make me the happiest father, her the happiest Sir G. Rise, madam, and do not disoblige
[Exeunt. your father, who bas provided a husband worthy Scene III.-The Street before Sir Jealors of you, one that will love you equal with his
TRAFFICK's House, soul, and one that you will love, when once sou know him.
Enter MARPLOT. 1) Pat means, exactly.
Mar. I have hunted all over the town for
here he comes.
Charles, but can't find him, and by Whisper's his voice; I shall be beaten again. [ Aside scouting at the end of the street, I suspect be Sir J. Nothing at all, sir! Why then what must be in the house again. I am informed business have you in my house, ha? too that he has borrowed a Spanish habit out Sero. You said you wanted a gentleman in of the playhouse : what can it mean? a Spanish habit. Enter a Servant of Sir JEALOUS TRAFFICK's binctto nor Meanwell.
Mar. Why ay, but his name is neither Bato him out of the House.
Sir J. What is his name then, sirrah? Ha! Hark'e, sir, do yon belong to this house? now I look at you again, I believe you are Sero. Yes, sir.
the rogue that threatened me with half a dozen Mar. Isn't your name Richard ?
myrmidons, Serv. No, sir; Thomas.
Mar. Me, sir! I never saw your face in all Mar. Oh, ay, Thomas — Well, Thomas, my life before. there's a shilling for you.
Sir J. Speak, sir; who is it you look for? Serw. Thank you, sir.
or, or — Mar. Pray, Thomas, can you tell if there Mar. A terrible old dog! [.Aside] Why, be a gentleman in it in a Spanish habit ? sir, only an honest young fellow of my ac
Sero. There's a Spanish gentleman within quaintance-I thought that bere might be a that is just a-going to marry my young lady, sir. ball, and that he might bave been here in a
Mar. Are you sure he is a Spanish gentleman? masquerade.—'Tis Charles, sic Francis Gripe's
Serv. I'm sure he speaks no English that I son,-because I knew he us'd to come bither hear of.
sometimes. Mar. Then that can't be him I want, for 'tis Sir J. Did be so ?-Not that I know of, I'm an English gentleman that I inquire after; be sure. Pray heaven that this be don Diego may be dressed like a Spanlard, for aught 1 If I should be trick'd now-Ha! my heart misknow,
gives me plaguily - Within there! slop the Sero. Ha! who knows but this may be an marriage-Run, sirrah, call all my servants
! impostor? I'll inform my master, for if he I'll be satisfied that this is signior Pedro's son should be impos'd upon, he'll beat us all round. ere he has my daughter. (Aside] Pray come in, sir, and see if this be Mar. Ha! sir George! what have I done now? the person you inquire for. Mar. Ay, I'll follow you—Now for it.
Enter Sir GEORGE AIRY, with a drawn Sword, [Exeunt.
between the Scenes. Scene IV.-The Inside of the House.
Sir G. Ha! Marplot here-oh, the unlucky
dog-What's the matter, sir Jealous ? Enter MARPLOT and Servant.
Sir J. Nay, I don't know the malter, Vr Serv. Sir, please to stay here; I'll send my Meanwell. niaster to you.
. Mar. Upon my soul, sir GeorgeMar. So, this 'was a good contrivance. If
[Going up to Sir George this be Charles now, he will wonder how 1 Sir J. Nay then, I'm betray'd, ruin'd, upfound him out.
done.-Thieves, traitors, rogues! [Offers to
go in] Stop the marriage, I sayRe-enter Servant and Sir Jealous TRAFFICK.
Sir G. I'say go on, Mr. Tackum.— Nay, no Sir J. What is your earnest business. entering here; I guard this passage, blockhead! that you must speak with me be- tleman: the act and deed were both your fore the ceremony's past? Ha! who's this? own, and I'll see 'em sign'd, or die for'z.
Serv. Why this gentleman, sir, wants another gentleman in a Spanish habit, he says.
Enter Servant. Sir J. In a Spanish habit! 'tis some friend Sir J. A pox on the act and deed! - Fall of signior don Diego's, I warrant. Sir, your on, knock him down. servant.
Sir G. Ay, come on, scoundrels! I'll prick Mar. Your servant, sir.
your jackets for you. Sir J. I suppose you would speak with Sir J. Zounds! sirrah, I'll be reveng'd on signior Babinetto.
[Beats Marplod Mar. Sir!
Sir G. Ay, there your vengeance is due Sir J. I say, I suppose you would speak Ha, ha! with signior Babinetto?
Mar. Why, what do you beat me for? Mar. Hey-day! what the devil does he say ban't married your daughter: now? [.Aside Sir, I don't understand you. Sir J. Rascals! why don't you knock him
Sir J. Don't you understand Spanish, sir? | down?
Serv. We are afraid of his sword, sir;. Sir J. I thought you had known signior you'll take that from him, we'll knock bine Babinetto.
down presently. Mar. Not I, upon my word, sir. Sir J. What then, you'd speak with his
Enter CHARLES and ISABINDA. friend, the English merchant, Mr. Meanwell? Sir J. Seize her then. Mar. Neither, sir, not I; I don't mean any Charles. Rascals, retire; she's my,
wife; such thing:
touch her if you dare; I'll make dogs'-meaf Sir J. Why, who are you then, sir? and of you. what do you want? [In an angry Tone. Mar. Ay, l'll make dogs'-meat of you,
Mar. Nay, nothing at all, not I, sir. — Pox Sir J.'Ah! downright English - Oh, oh on him! I wish I were out; he begins to exalt
Enter Sir FRANCIS GRIPE and MIRANDA. Mar. Now how the devil could she
Sir F. Into the house of joy we enter with writings, and I know nothing of it? out knocking-Ha! I think 'lís the house of Sir F. What, have you robb'd me too, sorrow, sir Jealous.
mistress ?' 'Egad, I'll make you restore 'emSir J. Oh, sir Francis, . are you come? hussy, I will so. Wbat! was this your contrivance, to abuse, Sir J. Take care I don't make
the trick, and chouse' me out of niy child ? arrears, sir. 'Tis well 'tis no worse, since 'tis
Sir F. My contrivance! what do you mean? no better. Come, young man, seeing thou Sir J. No, you don't know your son there hast outwilled me, take her, and bless you both! in a Spanish babit?
Charles. I hope, sir, you'll bestow your
TE.cit. Sir J. Get out of your sight, sir! get out Mar. Mercy, upon us, how he looks! with your bags. Let's see what you'll give Sir G. Ha, ba, ba! ne'er mind bis curses, him now to maintain my daughter on. Charles; thou'lt ibrive not one jot the worse
Sir F. Give him! he shall never be the for 'em. Since this gentleman is reconcil'd better for a penny of mine—and you might we are all made happy: have look'd after your daughter better, sir Jea- Sir J. I always lov'd precaution, and took lous. Trick’d, quoiha! 'Egad, I think you de- care to avoid dangers; but when a thing was sign'd 10 trick me: but lookye, gentlemen, 1 past, I ever had philosophy to be easy. believe I shall trick you both. This lady is Charles. Which is the true sign of a great my wise, do you see, and my estate shall de- soul. I lov'd your daughter, and she 'me, and scend only to her children.
you shall have no reason to repent her choice. Sir G. 'I shall be extremely obliged to you,
Isa. You will not blame me, sir, for loving sir Francis.
my own country best. Sir F. Ha, ha, ha, ha! poor sir George! Mar. So here's every body happy, I find, does not your bundred pounds stick in your but poor Pilgarlick. I wonder what satisfacstomach ? ha, ba, ha!
lion I shall have for being cuff’d, kick'd, and Sir G. Nó, faith, sir Francis, this lady has beaten in your service! given me a cordial for that.
Sir J. I have been a little too familiar with [Tokes her by the Hand. you as things are fallen out; but since there's Sir E. Hold, sir, you have nothing to say no help for't, you must forgive me.
Mar. 'Egad, I think so-but provided that Sir G. Nor you nothing to do with my wife, sir. you be not so familiar. for the future. Sir F. Wife, sir!
Sir G. Thou hast been an unlucky rogue. Mir. Ay, really, guardian, 'tis even so. I Mar, But
honest. hope you'll forgive my first offence.
Charles. Thai l'll vouch for, and freely forSir F. What, have you chous'd me out of give thee. my consent and your writings then, mistress, ha? Sir G. And I'll do you pne piece of service Mir. Out of nothing but my own, guardian. more, Marplot; I'll take care that sir Francis
Sir J. Ha, ha, ha! 'iis some comfort at least ma'es you master of your estate. to see you are over-reach'd as well as myself. Mar. That will make me as happy as any of you. Will l you
settle your estale upon your son now? Sir J. Now let us in, and refresh ourselves Sir F. He shall starve first.
with a cheerful glass, in which we'll bury all Mir. That I have taken care lo prevent. animosities; and There, sir, are the writings of your uncle's By my example let all parents move, estate, which have been your due these three And never strive to cross their children's love; fears.
[Gives Charles Papers. But still submit that care to Providence above. Charles. I shall study to deserve this favour.
to this lady
CIBRER was born on the 6th of November, 0, S. 1671. His father, Cajus Gabriel Cibber, was a native of Hol. #ein, and came into England, to follow his profession of a statuary, some time belure the restoration of King Charles 11. His mother was the daughter of William Colley, Esq, uf Glaiston in Rutlandshire. In 1682 he was sent to the freeubaol of Grantham in Lincolnshire, where he stayed vill he got through it, from the lowest form to the uppermost; ad such learning as that school could give him is, as he himself acknowledges, the most he could pretend to. On leaving the school, our anthor came to Nottingham, and found his father in arms there among the forces which the Earl of Devonshire hád raised to aid the Prince of Orange, afterwards King William 11l, who had landed in the west. The old man, considering this a very proper season for a young fellow to distinguish himself in, entreated the Earl of Devonshire to accept of his son in his room, which his Lordship not only consented to, but even promised, that, when Lairs were seuiled,' he would further provide for him. During his period of attendance on this nobleman, however, a treguent application to the amusements of the theatre awakened in him his passion for the stage, which he seemed now determined un pursuing as bis summum bonum, and, in spite of father, mother, or friends, to fix un as his ne pluo ulira. from 1689 10 1711 we lind him working through the difliculties of a poor salary at the theatre and the supporting by he help of his pen a numerous family of children. In 1711 he became united, as joinl-patentee with Collier, Wilks, and Dugget, in the management of Drury Lane theatre; and afterwards in a like artnership with Booth, Wilks, and Sir Rahard Steele. During this latter period, which did not entirely end uill 1731, ile English stage was perhaps in the amb flourishing sale it ever enjoyed, After a number of years, passed in the olmust ease, gaiety, and good-humour, et de parted this lise, at Islington, on the 19th of December 1757; his man-servant (whom he had talked io by his bed