Romeo and Juliet, altered Roby Mr. Garrick yal Merchant, by Beau mont Rule a Wife and have a Wife School Boy, by Cibber Scornful Lady, by Beau mont and Fletcher She would and the would not, by Cibber She would if the could, by Etherege Siege of Damafcus, by Hughes SilentWoman,by B. Johnfon Sir Courtly Nice, by Crown by Sir Harry Wildair, by Dr. Sewell 'Squire of Alfatia, by T. Shadwell Stage Coach, by Farquhar Sufpicious Huband, by of Love T mon of Athens, by ¡Shakespeare Venice Preferved, by Ot- What d'ye call it? by Gay Wife's Relief, or Huf- Arden of Feverfham, 19. ter, Is Love in a Wood, is Perkin Warbeck, is 2 PLAYS for T. LOWNDES and PARTNERS. Every Man in his Humour Funeral, by Sir R. Steele Gloriana Greenwich Park Man of Mode, by Etherege Merchant of Venice, by Phædra and Hippolitus, by Pilgrim, by Beaumont and Polly, by Mr. Gay Provok'd Wife, by Van- Recruiting Officer, by Far- Enter Duretete with his fword drawn, and fix of the grand mufqueteers with their pieces prefented, the Ruffons drop their fwords. [Oriana goes off. Mir. The wine, the wine, the wine. Youth, pieafure, fortune, days and years, are now my own again.-Ah, my dear friends, did not I tell you this wine wou'd make me merry?-Dear captain, thefe gentlemen are the best natur'd, facetious, witty creatures, that ever you knew. Enter Lamorce. Lam. Is the wine come, fir? Mir. O yes, madam, the wine is come -fee there? [Pointing to the foldiers.] Your ladyfhip has got a very fine ring upon our finger. Lam. Sir, 'tis at your fervice. Mir. O ho! is it fo? Thou dear feven hundred pound, thou'rt welcome home again, with all my heart-Ad's my life, madam, you have got the fineft built watch there! Tompion's, I pre fune. Lam. Sir, you may wear it. Mir. O, madam, by no means, 'tis too much-Rob you of all!-[Taking it from her] Goed dear time, thou'rt a precious thing, I'm glad I have retriev'd thee: [Patting it up] What, my friends negle&ted all this while! Gentlemen, you'll pardon my complaifance to the lady.How now is it civil to be fo out of humour at my entertainment, and I fo pleafed with yours? Captain, you're furprised at all this! but we're in our frolics, you muft know.--- -Some wine here. Enter Servant with wine. Come, Captain, this worthy gentleman's health. [Tweaks the firfi Bravo by the nose; he roars. But now, where--where's my dear deliverer, my boy, my charming boy! 1 Bra. I hope fome of our crew below-flairs have difpatch'd him. Mir. Villain, what fay'ft thou? Difpatch'd! I'll have ye aitortured, rack'd, torn to pieces alive, if you have touch'd my boy. Hiere, page! page! page! [Runs out. Dur. Here, gentlemen, be sure you fecure thofe fellows. 1 Bra. Yes, fir, we know you and your guard will be very civil to us. Dun. Dur. Now for you, madam;-He, he, he -I'm fo pleas'd to think that I fhall be reveng'd of one woman before I die-Well, miftrefs Snap Dragon, which of these honourable gentlemen is fo happy to call you wife? 1 Bra. Sir, fhe fhould have been mine to-night, 'cause Sampre here had her last night. Sir, fhe's very true to us all four. -- Dur. Take 'em to juftice. [The guards carry off the Brav. Old Mir. Robin, Robin, where's Bob? where's my boy? -What, is this the lady a pretty whore, faith.---Hark'e, child, becaufe my fon was fo civil as to oblige you with a coach, I'll treat with a cart, indeed I will. Dag. Ay, madam,and you fhall have a fwinging equipage, three or four thoufand footmen at your heels at leaft. Dur. No lefs becomes her quality. Bif. Faugh! the monster! Dur. Monter! ay, you're all a little monftrous, let me tell you. Enter Mirabel. Old Mir. Ah, my dear Bob, art thou fafe, man? Mir. But where is he?-[Enter Oriana.] Ha! [Runs Ori. To the fame ftars indulgent now to me, I will appeal as to the juice of my claim; I thall demand but what was mine before the juit performance of your contract to Oricna. [Difcovering herself. Om. Oriana! Ori. In this difguife I refolv'd to follow you abroad, counterfeited that letter that got me into your fervice; and fo, by this frange turn of fate, I became the inftru ‣ ment Enter Duretete with his fword drawn, and fix of the grand mufqueteers with their pieces prefented, the Rufhiens drop their fords. [Oriana goes off. Mir. The wine, the wine, the wine. Youth, pieafure, fortune, days and years, are now my own again.-Ah, my dear friends, did not I tell you this wine wou'd make me merry--Dear captain, thefe gentlemen are the beft natur`d, facetious, witty creatures, that ever you knew. Enter Lamorce. Lam. Is the wine come, fir? Mir. O yes, madam, the wine is come fee there? [Pointing to the foldiers.] Your ladyfhip has got a very fine ring upon your finger. Lam. Sir, 'tis at your fervice. Mir. O ho! is it fo? Thou dear seven hundred pound, thou'rt welcome home again, with all my heart-Ad's my life, madam, you have got the finest built watch there! Tompion's, I prefu.ne. Lam. Sir, you may wear it. Mir. O, madam, by no means, 'tis too much-Rob you of all!-[Taking it from her] Goed dear time, thou'rt a precious thing, I'm glad I have retriev'd thee: [Putting it up] What, my friends neglected all this while! Gentlemen, you'll parden my complaifance to the lady.How now is it civil to be fo out of humour at my entertainment, and I fo pleafed with yours? Captain, you're surprised at all this! but we're in our frolics, you muft know. -Some wine here. Enter Servant with wine. Come, Captain, this worthy gentleman's health. [Tweaks the firfi Bravo by the nofe; he roars. But now, wherewhere's my dear deliverer, my boy, my charming boy! 1 Bra. I hope fome of our crew below-flairs have difpatch'd him. Mir. Villain, what fay'ft thou? Difpatch'd! I'll have ye aitortured, rack'd, torn to pieces alive, if you have touch'd my boy. Here, page! page! page! [Runs out. Dur. Here, gentlemen, be sure you fecure thofe fellows. 1 Bra. Yes, fir, we know you and your guard will be very civil to us. Dur |