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Tatt. Well, miss, I have your promise. never will, that's more. So, there's your answer

[Aside to Miss. for you; and don't trouble me no more, you ugly Sir Sam. Body o’me, madam, you say true. thing. Look you, Ben, this is your mistress. Come, Ben. Look you, young woman, you may learn miss, you must not be shame-faced; we'll leave to give good words, however. I spoke you fair, you together.

d'ye see, and civil. As for your love, or your Miss Prue. I can't abide to be left alone.-- liking, I don't value it of a rope's end-and mayMayn't my cousin stay with me?

hap I like you as little as you do me. What I Sir Sam. No, no. Come, let's away.

said was in obedience to father. Gad, I fear a Ben: Look you, father, mayhap the young wo- whipping no more than you do. But I tell you man mayn't take a liking to me.

one thing--if you should give such language at Sir Sam. I warrant thee, boy. Come, come, sea, you'd have a cat o' nine tails laid across your we'll be gone. I'll venture that.

shoulders. Flesh! who are you? You heard the [Ereunt Sir Sampsox, Tattle, and Mrs other handsome young woman speak civilly to FRAIL.

me, of her own accord. Whatever you think Ben. Come, mistress, will you please to sit of yourself, Gad, I don't think you are any more down? For, an you stand astern à that'n, we to compare to her, than a can of sınall-beer to it shall never grapple together. Come, I'll hawl bowl of punch. a chair; there, an you please to sit, I'll sit by Miss Prue. Well, and there's a handsome genyou.

tleman, and a fine gentleman, and a sweet genMiss Prue. You need not sit so near one; if | tleman, that was here, that loves me, and I love you have any thing to say, I can hear you farther him; and, if he sees you speak to me any more, off; I an't deaf.

he'll thrash your jacket for you; he will, you Ben. Why that's true, as you say, nor I an't great sea-calf. dumb; I can be heard as far as another. I'll Ben. What! do you mean that fair-weather heave off, to please you. [Sits farther off:] – spark that was here just now? Will he thrash An we were a Icaglie asunder, I'd undertake my jacket? Let'n--leťn. But an' he comes to hold discourse with you, an 'twere not a main near me, mayhap I may giv'n a salt eel for's suphigh wind, indeed, and full in my teeth. Look per, for all that. What does father mean, to you, forsooth; I am, as it were, bound for the leave me alone, as soon as I come home, with land of matrimony: 'tis a voyage, d'ye see, that such a dirty dowdy ? Sea calf ! I an't calf enough was none of my seeking; I was commanded by to lick your chalked face, you chcese-curd, you, father, and if you like it, mayhap I may steer in- | Marry thee! 'Oons, I'll marry a Lapland witch to your barbour. How say you, mistress? The as soon, and live upon selling contrary winds, short of the thing is, that if you like me, and I and wrecked vessels. like you, we may chance to swing in a hammock Miss Prue. I won't be called names, nor I together.

won't be abused thus, so I wou't. If I were a Miss Prue. I don't know what to say to you, man--{Cries.]--you durst not talk at this rate-por I don't care to speak with you at all. no, you durst not, you stinking tar-barrel.

Ben. No! I am sorry for that. But, pray, why are you so scornful?

Enter MRS FORESIGHT and MRS FRAIL. Miss Prue. As long as one must not speak one's mind, one had better not speak at all, I Mrs Fore. They have quarrelled, just as we think; and truly I won't tell a lie for the matter. could wish.

Ben. Nay, you say true in that; it's but a fol Ben. Tar-barrel ! Let your sweetheart there, ly to lie: for to speak one thing, and to think call me so, if he'll take your part, your Tom Esjust the contrary way, is, as it were, to look one sence, and I'll say something to him---Gad, I'll way, and to row another. Now, for my part, lace his musk-doublet for him. I'll make him d'ye see, I'm for carrying things above board ;

he shall smell more like a weasel than a I'm not for keeping any thing under hatches-civet cat, afore I ha' done with 'en. so that, if you ben't as willing as I, say so, a Mrs Fore. Bless me! what's the matter, miss? God's name; there's no harm done. Mayhap, What, does she cry? Mr Benjamin, what have you may be shame-faced; some maidens, though you done to her? they love a man well enough, yet they don't care Ben. Let her cry: the more she cries, the less to tell’n so to's face. If that's the case, why si- she'll-she has been gathering foul weather in lence gives consent.

her mouth, and now it rains out at her

eyes. Miss Prue. But I'm sure it is not so, for I'll Mrs Fore. Come, miss, come along with me; speak sooner than you should believe that; and I'll and tell me, poor child. speak truth, though one should always tell a lie to a Mrs Frail. Lord, what shall we do? There's man; and I don't care, let my father do what he my brother foresight and sir Sampson coming. will, I'm too big to be whípt; so I'll tell you Sister, do you take miss down into the parlour, plainly, I don't like you, nor love you at all; 'nor and I'll carry Mr Benjamin into my chamber; Vol. II.

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stink;

for they must not know that they are fallen out. I don't know what it may come to—but it has had Come, sir, will you venture yourself with me? a consequence already, that touches us all.

[Looking kindly on him. Sir Surn. Wby, body o' me, out with it. Ben. Venture? Mess, and that I will, though Scand. Something has appeared to your son it were to sea in a storm.

Valentine-he's gone to bed upon't, and very [Exeunt. ill. He speaks little, yet he says he bas a world

to say. Asks for his father and the wise ForeEnter Sir Sampson and FORESIGHT.

sight; talks of Raymond Lully, and the ghost of

Lilly. He has secrets to impart, I suppose, to Sir Sum. I left them together here. What, you, too. I can get nothing out of him but sighs. are they gone? Ben is a brisk boy: he has got He desires he may see you in the morning; but her into a corner—father's own son, faith! be'll would not be disturbed to-night, because he has touzle her, and mouzle her. The rogue's sharp some busiuess to do in a dream. set coming from sea. If he should not stay for Sir Sam. Hoity toity! what have I to do with saying grace, old Foresight, but fall to without his dreams or bis divination? body o' me, this is the help of a parson, ha? Odd, if he should, i a trick, to defer signing the conveyance. I warcould not be angry with him; 'twould be but rant the devil will tell him in a dream, that he like me, a chip of the old block. Ha! thou art must not part with his estate. But I'll bring him melancholic, old prognostication; as melancholic a parson to tell him that the devil's a liar–or, if as if thou hadst spilt the salt, or paired thy nails that won't do, I'll bring a lawyer, that shall outon a Sunday. Come, cheer up, look about thee: lie the devil; and so I'll try whether my blacklook up, old star-gazer. Now is he poring upon guard, or his, shall get the better of the day. the ground for a crooked pin, or an old horse

[Erit Sir Sampson. nail, with the head towards him.

Scand. Alas! Mr Foresight, I am afraid all is Fore. Sir Sampson, we'll have the wedding to not right. You are a wise man, and a conscienmorrow morning.

tious man; a searcher into obscurity and futuriSir Sam. With all my heart.

ty; and, if you commit an error, it is with a Fore. At ten o'clock; punctually at ten. great deal of consideration, and discretion, and

Sir Sam. To a minute, to a second; thou shalt caution. set thy watch, and the bridegroom shall observe Fore. Ah, good Mr Scandal ! its notions; they shall be married to a minute, Scand. Nay, nay, 'tis manifest; I do not flatgo to bed to a minute; and, when the alarm

But sir Sampson is basty, very hastystrikes, they shall keep time like the figures of St I'm afraid he is not scrupulous enough, Mr ForeDunstan's clock, and consummatum est shall ring sight. He has been wicked; and Heaven grant all over the parish!

he may mean well in this affair with you! but

my mind gives me, these things cannot be wholly Enter Servant.

insignificant. You are wise, and should not be Ser. Sir, Mr Scandal desires to speak with you over-reached: methinks you should not. upon earnest business.

Fore. Alas, Mr Scandal-Humanum est errare! Fore. I go to him; sir Sampson, your servant. Scand. You say true, man will err; mere man

[Exit Foresight. will err: but you are something more. There Sir Sam. What's the matter, friend?

have been wise men; but they were such as you Ser. Sir, 'tis about your son Valentine; some -men who consuited the stars, and were obserthing bas appeared to him in a dream, that makes vers of omens. Solomon was wise; but how?

by his judgment in astrology. So says Pineda,

in his third book, and eightli chapter. Enter SCANDAL.

Fore. You are learned, Mr Scandal. Scand. Sir Sampson, sad news.

Scand. A triller--but a lover of art. And the Fore. Bless us !

wise men of the east owed their instructions to a Sir Sam. Why, what's the matter?

star; which is rightly observed by Gregory the Scand. Can't you guess at what ought to af- Great, in favour of astrology. And Albertus flict you and him, and all of us, more than any Magnus makes it the most valuable science-bething else?

cause, says he, it teaches us to consider the cauSir Sam. Body o' me! I don't know any uni- sation of causes, in the causes of things. versal grievance, but a new tax, or the loss of the Fore. I protest, I hovour you, Mr Scandal. I Canary fleet--unless popery should be landed in did not think you had been read in these matthe west, or the French ficet were at anchor at ters. Tew young men are inclinedBlackwall.

Scand. I thank my stars that have inclined Scand. No! undoubtedly, Mr Foresight knew But I fear this marriage, and making over all this, and might have prevented it.

the estate, this transferring of a rightful imberiFore. 'Tis no earthquake?

tance, will bring judgments upon us. I propheScand. No, not yet; no whirlwind. But we cy it; and I would not have the fate of Cassan

ter you.

him prophecy.

me.

You are

are

dra, not to be believed. Valentine is disturbed ; him out of the way, that I might have an opporwhat can be the cause of that? and sir Sainpson tunity of waiting upon you. is hurried on by an unusual violence-I fear he ( Whisper. Foresight looking in the glass. does not act wholly from himself; and, methinks, Fore. I do not see any revolution here. Mehe does not look as he used to do,

thinks I look with a serene and benign aspect Fore. He was always of an impetuous nature. pale, a little pale—but the roses of these checks But, as to this marriage, I have consulted the have been gathered many years-ha! I do not stars; and all appearances are prosperous.

like that sudden Ausbing -gone already! hem, Scund. Come, come, Mr Foresight; let not the hem, hem! faintish. My heart is pretty good; prospect of worldly lucre carry you beyond your yet it beats : and my pulses, ha! I have nonejudgment, nor against your conscience.

mercy on me!-hum !-Yes, here they are. not satisfied that you act justly.

Gallop, gallop, gallop, gallop, gallop, gallop! hey, Fore. How !

whither will they hurry me? now they're gone Scand. You are not satisfied, I say. I am loth | again—and now I'm faint again; and pale again, to discourage you—but it is palpable that you

and, hem! and my, hem !--breath, and, hem!not satisticd.

grows short; hem! he, he, hem! Fore. How does it appear, Mr Scandal? I Scand. It takes ! pursue it, the name of love think I am very well satisfied.

and pleasure. Scand. Either you suffer yourself to deceive Mrs Fore. How do you do, Mr Foresight? yourself, or you do not know yourself.

Fore. Hum, not so well as I thought I was. Fore. Pray explain yourseli.

Lend me your hand. Scand. Do you sleep well o' nights ?

Scand. Look you there, now. Your lady says Fore. Very well.

your sleep has been unquiet of late. Scand. Are you certain? you do not look so. Fore. Very likely! Fore. I am in health, I think.

Mrs Fore. O, mighty restless! but I was afraid Scand. So was Valentine this morning; and

to tell him so. He has been subject to talking looked just so.

and starting. Fore. i low! Am I altered any way? I don't Scand. And did not use to be so? perceive it.

Mrs Fore. Never, never; till within these threc Scand. That may be ; but your beard is longer nights, I cannot say that he has once broken my than it was two hours ago.

rest since we have been inarried. Fore. Indeed? bless ine!

Fore. I will go to bed.

Scand. Do so, Mr Foresight, and say your Enter Mrs For ESIGIT.

prayers-Ile looks better than he did.

Mrs Fore. Nurse, nurse! Mrs Fore. Husband, will you go to bed ? it's Fore. Do you think so, Scandal? ten o'clock. Mr Scandal, your servant.

Scand. Yes, yes; I hope this will be gone by Scand. Pox on her, she has interrupted my de- morning : take it in time. sign--but I must work her into the project. You Fore. I hope so. keep early hours, madam. Nirs Fore. Mi Foresight is punctual; we sit

Enter NURSE. up atter him. Fore. My dear, pray lend me your glass, your

Mrs Fore. Nurse, your master is not well; put little looking-glass.

him to bed. Scand. Pray lend it him, madam—I'll tell you Scand. I hope you will be able to see Valenthe reason--[She gives him the glass : SCANDAL tine in the morning. You had best take a little and she whisper]-my passion for you is grown diacodium and cowslip water, and lie upon your so violent, that I am no longer master of myself; back; may be you may dream. I was interrupted in the morning, when you had Fore. I thank you, Mr Scandal ; I will. Nurse, charity enough to give me your attention; and I let me have a watch-light, and lay the Crumbs of had hopes of finding another opportunity of ex

Comfort by me. plaining myself to you-but was disappointed all Nurse. Yes, sir.

[Exit. this day; and the uneasiness that has attended Fore. And-- hei, hem ! I am very faint. me ever since, brings me now hither at this un Scand. No, no, you look much better. seasonable hour.

Fore. Do I? And I hope, neither the lord of Mrs Fore. Was there ever such impudence, to my ascendant, nor the moon, will be combust; make love to me before my husband's face? I'll and then, I may do well. swear I'll tell him.

Scand. I hope so-Leave that to me; I will Scund. Do, I'll die a martyr rather than dis- erect a scheme; and, I hope I shall find both Sol claim my passion. But come a little farther this and Venus in the sixth house. way; and I'll tell you what project I had to get Fore. I thank you, Mr Scandal; indeed, that

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would be a great comfort to me. Hem, Hem! her to hear it. If it won't interrupt you, Mr Ben good night.

[Exit Fore. will entertain you with a song. Scand. Good night, good Mr Foresight. And Ben. The song was made upon one of our I hope Mars and Venus will be in conjunction, ship’s-crew's wife; our boatswain made the song; while your wife and I are together.

mayhap you know her, sir. Before she married, Mrs Fore. Well; and what use do you hope she was called Buxom Joan of Deptford. to make of this project? You don't think that you Scand. I have heard of ber. (Ben sings, are ever like to succeed in your design upon me? Scand. Yes, faith, I do; I have a better opi

BALLAD. nion both of you and myself, than to despair.

Mrs Fore. Did you ever hear such a toad ? A soldier and a sailor, Hark'ye, devil: do you think any woman honest ? A tinker and a tailor,

Scand. Yes, several, very honest-they'll cheat Had once a doubtful strife, sir, a little at cards, sometimes; but that's nothing.

To make a maid a wife, sir,

i Mrs Fore. Pshaw! but virtuous, I mean?

Whose name was Burom Joan, Scand. Yes, faith, I believe some women are

For now the time was ended, virtuous, too; but 'tis, as I believe some men are

When she no more intended valiant, through fear—For why should a man

To lick her lips at men, sir, court danger, or a woman shun pleasure ?

And gnaw the sheets in vain, sir, Mrs. Fore. I'll swear you're impudent.

And lie o'nights alone. Scand. I'll swear you're handsome.

Mrs Fore. Pish, you'd tell me so, though you The soldier swore like thunder, did not think so.

He loved her more than plunder ; Scand. And you'd think so, though I did not

And shewed her many a scar, sir, i tell you so : and now I think we know one an That he had brought from far, sir, other pretty well.

With fighting for her sake. Mrs Fore. O Lord! who's here?

The tailor thought to please her,

With offering her his measure.
Enter Mrs FRAIL and Ben,

The tinker, too, with mettle, Ben. Mess, I love to speak my mind-Father Said he could mend her kettle, has nothing to do with me. Nay, I can't say

And stop up every leak. that neither; he has something to do with me; but what does that signify? If so be, that I ben't But while these three were prating, ininded to be steered by him, 'tis as thof he The sailor stily waiting, should strive against wind and tide.

Thought if it came about, sir, Mrs Frail. Ay, but, my dear, we must keep That they should all fall out, sir, it secret, till the estate be settled; for, you know,

He then might play his part : marrying without an estate is like sailing in a And just even as he meant, sir, ship without ballast.

To loggerheads they went, sir, Ben. He, he, he! why that's true; just so for And then he let fly at her, all the world, it is as like as two cable ropes.

A shot 'twirt wind and water, Mrs Frail. And though I have a good por

That won the fair maid's heart. one would not venture all in one bottom.

Ben. Thus we live at sea; eat biscuit, and Ben. Why, that's true again; for, mayhap, drink flip; put on a clean shirt once a quarterone bottom may spring a leak. You have hit it, come home, and lie with our landladies once a indeed; mess, you've picked the channel. year; get rid of a little money, and then put off

Mrs Frail. Well, but if you should forsake with the next fair wind. How d’ye like us ? me after all, you'd break my heart.

Mrs Frail. Oh, you are the happiest, merriest Ben. Break your heart? I'd rather the Mary- men alive! gold should break her cable in a storm, as well Mirs Fore. We're beholden to Mr Benjamin for as I love her. Flesh, you don't think I'm false- this entertainment. I believe it is late. hearted, like a landman? A sailor would be ho Ben. Why, forsooth, an you think so, you had nest, thof, mayhap, he has never a penny of mo best go to bed. For my part, I mean to toss a ney in his pocket. Mayhap, I may not have so can, and remember my sweetheart, before I turn fair a face as a citizen or courtier; but, for all in; mayhap I may dream of her! that, I've as good blood in my veins, and a heart Mrs Fore. Mr Scandal, you had best go to bed, as sound as a biscuit.

and dream, too. Mrs Frail. And will you love me always? Scand. Why, faith, I have a good lively ima

Ben. Nay, an I love once, I'll stick like pitch; gination; and can dream as much to the purpose I'll tell you that. Come, I'll sing you a song of as another, if I set about it. But dreaming is a sailor.

the poor retreat of a lazy, hopeless, and imperMrs Frail. Hold, there's my sister; I'll call | fect lover.

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ACT IV.

comes.

SCENE I.- VALENTINE's Lodgings. I should be vext to have a trick put upon me

May I not see him?
Enter SCANDAL and JEREMY.

Scand. I'm afraid the physician is not willing Scand. Well, is your master ready! does he you should see him yet. Jeremy go in and inlook madly, and talk madly?

quire.

[Exit JEREMY, Jer. Yes, sir; you need make no great doubt Ang. Ha! I saw him wink and smile! I fancy of that: he, that was so near turning poet yester- a trick. I'll try. [Aside.] I would disguise to all day morning, can't be much to seek in playing the world, sir, a tailing which I must own to you the madman to day.

-I fear my happiness depends upon the

recovery Scand. Would he have Angelica acquainted of Valantine. Therefore, I conjure you, as you with the design?

are his friend, and as you have compassion on Jer. No, sir, not yet. He has a mind to try one fearful of affliction, to tell me what I am to whether his playing the madman won't make her hope for–I cannot speak—But you may tell me, play the fool, and fall in love with him; or at for you know what I would ask. least own that she has loved him all this while, Scand. So, this is pretty plain !-Be not too and concealed it.

much concerned, madam; I hope his condition is Scand. I saw her take her coach just now with not desperate. An acknowledgment of love from her maid; and think I heard her bid the coach- you, perhaps, may work a cure, as the fear of man drive hither.

your aversion occasioned his distemper. Jer. Like enough, sir : for I told her maid this Ang. Say you so? nay, then I'm convinced : morning, my master was run stark mad, only for and it I don't play trick for trick, may I never love of her mistress. I hear a coach stop: if it taste the pleasure of revenge ! (Aside.}-ACshould be she, sir, I believe he would not see knowledgement of love! I find you have mistaken her, till he hears how she takes it.

my compassion, and think me guilty of a weakScand. Well, I'll try her—'tis she; here she ness I am a stranger to. But I have too much

sincerity to deceive you, and too much charity to

suffer him to be deluded with vain hopes. Good Enter ANGELICA.

nature and humanity oblige me to be concerned Ang. Mr Scandal, I suppose you don't think for him : but to love, is neither in my power nor it a novelty, to see a woman visit a man at his inclination. own lodgings in a morning?

Scand. Hey, brave woman, i'faith !-Won't you Scand. Not upon a kind occasion, madam. But, see him then, if he desires it? when a lady comes, tyrannically, to insult a ruined Ang. What signifies a madman's desires ? belover, and make manifest the cruel triumphs of sides, 'twould make me uneasy-If I don't see her beauty, the barbarity of it something sur- him, perhaps ny concern for him may lessenprizes me.

If I forget him, 'tis no more than he has done by Ang. I don't like raillery from a serious face. himself; and now the surprise is over, methinks Pray, tell me what is the matter?

I'm not half so sorry as I was. Jer. No strange matter, madam; my master's Scand. So, faith, good-nature works apace; you mad, that's all. I suppose your ladyship has were confessing just now an obligation to his love. thought him so a great while.

Ang. But I have considered that passions are Ang. How d’ye mean! mad?

unreasonable and involuntary. If he loves, he Jer. Why, faith, madam, he's mad for want of can't help it; and if I don't love, I cannot help his wits, just as he was poor for want of money. it: no more than he can help his being a man, His head is e'en as light as his pockets; and any or my being a woman; or no more than I can, body, that has a mind to a bad bargain, can't do help my want of inclination to stay longer here. better than to beg him for his estate.

[Erit. Ang. If you speak truth, your endeavouring at Scan d. Humph !- An admirable composition, wit is very unseasonable.

faith, this same womankind ! Scand. She's concerned, and loves him !

[ Aside.

Enter JEREMY. Ang. Mr Scandal, you can't think me guilty of Jer. What, is she gone, sir? so much inhumanity, as not to be concerned for Scand. Gone? why she was never here, nor a man I must own myself obliged to. Pray, tell any where else ; nor I don't know her, if I sec me the truth.

her, nor you neither. Scand, Faith, madam, I wish telling a lie Jer. Good lack ! what's the matter now? are would mend the matter. But this is no new ef- any inore of us to be inad? Why, sir, my master fect of an unsuccessful passion.

longs to see her; and is almost mad in good earAng. [Aside.] I know not what to think ! Yet nest with the joyful news of her being here.

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