Mir. Certainly the stars have been in a strange intriguing humour when I was born-Ay, this night flou'd I have had a bride in my arms, and that I fhou'd like well enough: But what thou'd I have to-morrow night? The fame. And what next night? The fame. And what next night? The very fame: Soup for breakfast, foup for dinner, foup for fupper, and foup for breakfast again-But here's variety. I love the fair avho freely gives her heart, That's mine by ties of nature, nct of art; Who beldy was abate'er her thoughts indite, • Aid is the model for a hypocrite. [Lamorce appears at the door, as he runs towards her, four Bravoes ftep in before her. He farts back. She comes, fhe comes-Hum, hum-Bitch-Murder'd, murder'd to be fure? The curfed trumpet! To make me fend away my fervants-Nobody near me! These cut-throats always make fure work. What fhall I do? I have but one way. [Afide ] Are thefe gentlemen your relations, madam ?* Lam. Yes, fir. Mir. Gentlemen your most humble fervant; fir, your moft faithful, yours, fir, with all my heart; your most obedient-come, gentlemen, [Salutes all round] please to fit no ceremony, next the lady, pray fir. Lam. Well, fir, and how d'ye like my friends? [They all fit. Mir. O, madam, the moft finifh'd gentlemen! I was never more happy in good company in all my life; I fuppofe, fir, you have travell'd? 1 Bra. Yes, fir. Mir. Which way, may I prefume? 1 Bra. In a weflern barge, fir. Mir. Ha, ha, ha! very pretty; facetious pretty gentleman! Lam. Ha, ha, ha! fir, you have got the prettiest ring upon you finger there Mir. Ah? madam, 'tis at your fervice with all my heart. [Offering the ring. Lam. Lam. By no meaus, fir, a family ring! [Takes it. Mir. No matter, madam. Seven hundred pounds by this light. 2 Bra. Pray, fir, what's o'clock? [Afide. Mir. Hum! Sir, I have left my watch at home. 2 Brav. I thought I faw the ftring of it just nowMir. Ods my life, fir, I beg your pardon, here it is -but it don't go. [Putting it up.. Lam. O dear fir, an English watch! Tompion's I prefume. Mir. D'ye like it, madam-no ceremony your fervice with all my heart and foul Hang ye. -'tis at Tompion's! [Afide. 1 Bra. But, fir, above all things, I admire the fafhion and make of your fword-hilt. Mir. I'm mighty glad you like it, fir. 1 Bra. Not fell it, fir! my heart. but I'll beftow it with all 1 Bra. O, fir, we fhall rob you. [Offering it. Mir. That you do I'll be fworn. [Afide.] I have another at home, pray, fir,--Gentlemen you're too modeft, have I any thing elfe that you fancy Sir, will you do me a favour?' [To the ft Bravo.] I am extremely in love with that wig which you wear, will you do me the favour to change with me? Bra. Look'e, fir, this is a family wig, and I wou'd not part with it, but if you like it Mir. Sir your moft humble fervant. [They change wigs. 1 Bra. Madam, your moft humble flave. [Goes up foppifbly to the Lady, falutes her. 2 Bra. The fellow's very liberal; fhall we murder him? 1 Bra. What! Let him 'fcape to hang us all! And I to lofe my wig; no, no! I want but a handfome pretence to quarrel with him, for you know we must act like gentlemen. Here, fome wine'-[Wine here.] Sir your good health. [Pulls Mirabel by the ntfe: Mir. Oh! fir, your most humble fervant; a pleafant frolic enough, to drink a man's health, and pull him ་ by the nofe: ha, ha, ha, the pleafante:t pretty-humour'd gentleman. Lar. Help the gentleman to a pla,' [Mir drinks. . 1 Bra. How d'e like the wine, fir? Mir. Very good o' the kind, fir: But I tell ye what; I find we're all inclin'd to be froliciome, and I'gad, for my own;at, I was never more difpofed to be merry; let's make a night on't, ha!- This wine is pretty, but I have fuch Burgundy at home.-Look'e, gentlemen, let me fend for half a dozen fiafks of my Burgundy, I defy France to match it;-'Twill make us all life, all air, pray, gentlemen. 2 Bra. Eh! Shall us have his Burgundy! 1 Bra. Yes, faith, we'll have all we can; here call up the gentleman's fervant-What think you, Lamorce? Lam. Yes, yes, your fervant is a foolish country boy, fir, he underlands nothing but innocence. Mir. Ay, ay, madam.-Here, Page, [Enter Oriana.] take this key, and go to my butler, order him to fend half a dozen flaks of the red Burgundy, mark'd a thoufand; and be fure you make hatte, I long to entertain my friends here, my very good friends. Omnes. Ah, dear, fir! 1. Bra. Here, child, take a glass of wine-Your matter and I have chang'd wigs, honey, in a frolic. Where had you this pretty boy, honest Mustapha? Ori. Mustapha! Mir. Out of Picardy this is the first errand he has made for me, and if he does it right, I'll encourage him. Ori. The red Burgundy, fir. Mir. The red, mark'd a thoufand, and be fure you make hafte. Ori. I fhall, fir. [Exit. 1 Bra. Sir you were pleas'd to like my wig, have you any fancy for my coat-Look'e, fir, it has ferv'd a great many honeft gentlemen very faithfully. Mir. Not fo faithfully, for I'm afraid it has got a fcurvy trick of leaving all it's mafters in neceffity.-The infolence of thefe dogs is beyond their cruelty. Lam. You're melancholy, fir. [Afide. Mir. Only concern'd, nadam, that I fhou'd have no fervant here but this little boy-he'll make fome con founded founded blunder, I'll lay my life on't, I wou'd not be difappointed of my wine for the universe. Lam. He'll do well enough, fir; but fupper's ready, will you pleafe to eat a bit, fir? Mir. O, madam, I never had a better stomach in my life. Lam. Come then, we have nothing but a plate of foup. Mir. Ah! the marriage-foup I cou'd difpenfe with now. [Afide.] [Exit, handing the lady. 2 Bra. That wig won't fall to your share. 1 Bra. No, no, we'll fettle that after supper, in the mean time the gentleman fhall wear it. 2 Bra. Shall we dispatch him? 3 Bra. To be fure. I think he knows me. i Bra. Ay, ay, dead men teil no tales; I wonder at the impudence of the English rogues, that will hazard the meeting a man at the bar whom they have encounter'd upon the road! I ha'nt the confidence to look a man in the face after I have done him an injury, therefore we'll murder him. [Excunt. SCENE changes to Old Mirabel's house. Dur. My friend has forfaken me, I have abandon'd my miftrefs, my time lies heavy upon my hands, and my money burns in my pocket-But now I think on't, my myrmidons are upon duty to-night; I'll fairly ftrole down to the guard, and nod away the night with my honeft lieutenant over a flask of wine, a rake-helly ftory, and a pipe of tobacco. [Going off, Bif. meets him. Bif. Who comes there? ftand! Dur. Hey day, now she's turn'd dragoon. Bif. Look'e, fir, I'm told you intend to travel again. I defign to wait on you as far as Italy. Dur. Then I'll travel into Wales. Bij. Wales! What country's that? Dur. The land of mountains, child, where you're never out of the way, 'cause there's no fuch thing as a high road. Bif. Rather always in a high-road, 'cause you travel all upon hills; but be't as it will, I'll jog along with you. Dur. But we intend to fail to the Eaft-Indies. Bif. Laft or Weft, 'tis all one to me; I'm tight and light, and the fitter for failing. Dur. Bit fuppofe we take turo' Germany, and drink hard. B. Suppole I take thro' Germany, and drink harder than you. Dur, Sappofe I go to a bawdy-houfe. Bif, buppof? ↓ thew you the way. Dur, geath, wom in, will you go to the guard with me, and imoak a pipe ? B. Allens done! B. There I'll leave you. -fuppofe I hang Dur, And a happy riddance, the gallows is welcome. B. Hold, hold, Sir [Catches him by the arm going.] one word before we part. Dur. Let me go, madam,or I shall think that you're a man, and perhaps may examine you. B, Stir if you dare; I have ftill fpirits to attend me; and can raife fuch a mußter of fairies as thall punish you to death--Come, fir, ftand the e now and ogle me: (He frowns upon ber] Now a languishing figh! He groans.] Now run and take my fan, -tafter. [He runs and takes it up,] Now play with it handfomely. Dur, Ay, ay, [He tears it all in pieces. B. Hold, hold, dear humourous coxcomb; Captain, fpare my fan, and I'll-Why, you rude, inhuman moniter, don't you expect to pay for this? Dur. Yes, madam, there's twelve pence; for that is the price on't. Bi. Sir, it coft a guinea. Dur. Well, madam, you shall have the flicks again. [Throws them to her, and Exit. Bif. Ha, ha, ha! ridiculous below my concern. I mull follow him however, to know if he can give me any news of Oriana, SCENE changes to Lamorce's Lodgings. Mir, Bloody hell-hounds, I over heard you :not I two hours ago the happy, gay, rejoicing [Exit. Was Mira bel ? |