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speak it) she should be mine; and as sie is, my tears and prayers shall wed her.
Dag. How happy had this declaration been some hours
Bif. Sir, she beckons to you, and waves us to go off. Come, come, let's leave them. [Ex, all but Mir. and Ori.
Ori. Oh, Sir!
Mir. Speak, my charming angel, if your dear fenses have regained their order ; 1peak, fair, and bless me with the news.
Ori. First, let me bless the cunning of my sex, that happy counterfeited frenzy, that has restored to my poor labouring breast the deareit, best beloved of men.
Mir. Tune, all ye fpheres, your instruments of joy, and carry round your spacious orbs the happy found of Oriana's health ! her foul, whose harmony was next to yours, is now in tune again ; the counterfeiting fair hus played the fool.
She was fo mad to counterfeit for me ;
Mir, Asair, my dear bedlamite. What, marry a lunatic! Look ye, my dear, you have counterfeited madness fo
very well this bout, that you'll be apt to play the fool all your life long. Here, gentlemen.
Ori. Monster! you won't disgrace me?
Mir. O' my faith, but I will-here, come in, gentle. men-A miracle, a miracle ! the woman's difpofféfled ! the devil's vanished !
Enter Old Mirabel and Dugard. 3 Old Mir: Bless us ! was the possessed?
Mir. With the worst of dæmons, Sir, à marriage-devil, a horrid devil. Mr. Dugard, don't be surprised; I promised my endeavours to cure your fifter; no mad-doctor in Christendom could have done it more effectually. Take her into your charge; and have a care Nie don't relapse ; if she should, employ me not again ; for I am no more infallible than others of the faculty; I do cure sometimes. Ori. Your remedy, molt barbarous mars, will prove the
greatest poison to my health ; for tho' my former frenzy was but counterfeit, I shall now run into a real madness.
[Exit; Old Mir. after. Dug. This was a turn beyond my knowledge. I'ın • fo confus'd, I know not how to refentit. [Exit.'
Mir. What dangerous precipice have I escaped! Was not I just now upon the brink of destruction ?
6. Enter Duretete. • Oh, my friend, let me run into thy bofom ! no Jark, * escaped from the devouring pounces of a bawk, quakes 6 with more dismal apprehension.
• Dur. The matter, man?
• Mir. Marriage, hanging; I was just at the gallowse foot, the running noofe about my neck, and the care • wheeling from me. Oh, I than't be myself this month again!
Dur. Did not I tell you fo? They are all alike, saints r.devils: their counterfesting can't be reputed a deceit; for 'tis the nature of the sex, not their contrivance.
• Mir. Ay, ay, there's no living here with security ; • this house is so full of ftratagem and defign, that I muit
abroad &gain. • Dur. With all my heart; I'll bear thee compouy,
my lad. : I'll meet you at the play, and we'll set out $ for Italy to-morrow morning.
• Mir. A match ; I'll go pay my compliment of leave 4 to my father prefently..
• Dur. I'm afraid he'll ftop you.
• Mir, What, pretend a command over me, after his • settlement of a thousand pounds a year upon me! No, • no, he has passed away his authority with the convey. • ance; the will of a living father is chiefly obeyed for o the sake of the dying one.
• What makes the world attend and croud the great ? • Hopes, interest and dependance make their state. 4 Behold the antichamber fill'd with beaus ; ! A horse's levee crown’d with courtly crows. • Tho' grumbling subjects make the crown their sport,
Hopes of a place will bring the sparks to court, • Dependance ev'n a father's fway secures; • For tho' the son rebels, the heir is yours. [Exeunt.'
END of the FOURTH Act.
ACT V. SCENE, the Street before the Play-house. Enter Mirabel and Duretete, as coming from the Play.
DURETETE. row d'ye like this play?
Mir. I liked the company; the lady, the rich beauty, in the front box had my attention. These impu: dent poets bring the ladies together to support them, and to kill every body else..
For deaths upon the stage the ladies cry; But ne'er mind us that in the audience dię.. The poet's hero should not move their pain; But they should weep for those their eyes have flain. Dur. Hoity toity! did Phillis inspire you with all this? Mir. Ten iimes more; the play-house is the element of poetry, because the region of beauty; the ladies, me. thinks, have a more inspiring triumphant air in the boxes than any where else; they fit commanding on their thrones, with all their subject Naves about them; their best cloaths, best looks, shining jewels, sparkling eyes, the treasure of the world in a ring. " Then there's fuch
a hurry of pleasure to transport us ; the bustle, noise, gallantry, equipage, garters, feathers, wigs, bows, smiles, ogles, love, music, and applaufe.' I could wish that my whole life long were the first night of a new play.
Dug. The fellow has quite forgot this journey. Have you bespoke poft horses?
Mir. Grant me but three days, dear Captain, one to discover the lady, one to unfold myself, and one to make me happy, and then I'm yours to the world's end.
Dur. Hast thou the impudence to promise thyself a lady of her figure and quality in so short a time?
Mir. Yes Sir; I have a confident address, no disagreeable person, and five hundred louis d’ors in my pocket.
Dur, Five hundred louis d’ors! You an't mad?
Mir. I tell you, she's worth five thousand; one of her black brilliant eyes is worth a diainond as big as her head. I compared her necklace with her looks, and the living jewels out-Sparkled the dead ones by a million,
Dur. But you have owned to me, that, abating Oriana's pretenfion's to marriage, you loved her pallionately: then how can you wander at ihis rate ?
Mir. I longed for partridge t'other day off the King's plate ; bur, d'ye think, because I could not have it, I muft eat nothing?
Dår. Pr’ythee, Mirabel, be quiet; you may remember what narrow escapes you have had abroad, by following strangers ; you forget your leap out of the courtesanos window at Bologna, to save your fine ring there.
Mir. My ring's a trifle ; there's nothing we possess comparable to what we desire. Be fly of a lady, barefaced, in the front-box, with a thousand pounds in jewels about her neck !- For shame! no more
Enter Oriana in boy's cloaths, with a letter.
(Gives the letter. Mir. [Reads.] “ The bearer is the son of a protestant gentleman who, flying for his religion, left me the charge of this youth."-A pretty boy." He's fond of some handsome service that may afford him an opportunity of improvement. Your care of him will oblige
Your's." Haft a mind to travel, child?
Ori. 'Tis my desire, Sir; I fiould be pleased to serve a traveller in any capacity.
Mir. A hopeful inclination. You thall along with me into Italy as my page..
Dur, I don't think it safe; the rogue's too handsome. [Noise without.] The play is done, and fome of the ladies come this way.
Enter Lamorce, evith her train borne up by a page.
Mir. Then! Why-Look ye, firrah, the first piece of : service I put you upon, is to follow that lady's coach, and bring me word where she lives.
Ori. I don't know the town, Sir, and am afraid of losing myself.
Mir. Pshaw !
Page. I can't tell, Madam ; I can see no sign of your lady ship's coach.
Lam. That fellow is got into his old pranks, and fallen drunk somewhere--None of
footmen there? Page. Not one, Madam.
Lam. These servants are the plague of our lives. What Ihall I do?
Mir. By all my hopes, Fortune pimps for me! Now, Duretete, for a piece of gallantry.
Dår. Why, you won't, fure ?
Mir. Won't, brute ! -Let not your servants' neglect, Madam, put your ladyship to any inconvenience; for you can't be disappointed of an equipage whilft mine waits below; and would you honour the master so far, he would be proud to pay his attendance. Dur. Ay, to be sure.
[ Afrike. Lam. Sir, I won't prefume to be troublesome; for my habitation is a great way off.
Dur. Very true, Madam ; and he is a little engaged : besides, Madam, a hackney-coach will do as well, Madam..
Mir. Rude beast, be quiet. (To Duretete.]-The farther from home, Madam, the more occasion you have for a-guard-Pray, Madam Lam. Lard, Sir!
[He seems to press, Jbe to decline it, in dumb fhow. Dur. Ah, the devil's in his impudence! Now he wheedles, the smiles; he flatters, she fimpers; he swears, The believes ; he's a rogue, and Me's aw in a moment.
Mir. Without there ! my coach! --Duretete, wilh-ine joy.
[Hands the lady out. Dur. With you a surgeon-Here, you little Picard; go follow your master, and he'll lead
you Ori. Whither, Sir?
Dur. To the academy, child; 'tis the fashion with men of quality to teach their pages their exercises-Go.
Ori. Won't you go with him too, Sir? That womaa may do him foine harm; I don't like her. Dur. Why, how now, Mr. Page? Do you start up to