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2 Bra. Shall we dispatch him?
1 Bra. Ay, ay, dead men tell no tales ; I wonder at the impudence of the English rogues, that will hazard the meeting a man at the bar, whom they have encountered upon the road. I ha'n't the confidence to look a man in
face after I have done him an injury; therefore 'll murder him.
[Exeunt, SCENE changes to Old Mirabel's House.
Bis. Who comes there? Stand?
Bif. Look ye, Sir, I'm told you intend to travel again.
Dur. Then I'll travel into Wales.
Dur. The land of mountains, child, where you're never out of the way, because there's no such thing as a high-road.
Bil. Rather always in a high-road, because you travel all upon
hills. But be it as it will, I'll jog along with you. Dur. But we intend to fail to the East Indies.
Bif. East or West, 'tis all one to me; I'm tight and light, and the fitter for failing.
Dur. But fuppose we take thro' Germany, and drink hard.
Bif. Suppose I take throʻ Germany, and drink harder
Dur. 'Sdeath, woman, will you go to the guard with me, and smoak a pipe ?
Bif. Allons donc !
Bif. There I'll leave you,
Bif. Hold, hold, Sir; (Catches him by the arm, going. I one word before we part.
Dur. Let me go, Madam, or I shall think that you are a man, and perhaps examine you.
Bif. Stir if you dare ; I have still spirits to attend me; and can raise such a muster of fairies as thall punish death. Come, Sir, stand there now and ogle me. (He frowns upon her.) Now a languishing figh. (He groans.] Now run and take my fan--faster. (He runs and takes it up.] Now play with it handsomely Dur. Ay, ay.
(He tears it all in pieces. Bif. Hold, hold, dear humourous coxcomb! Captain, spare my fan, and I'll Why, you rude, inhuman monster, don't you expect to pay for this ?
Dur. Yes, Madam, there's twelve-pence; for that is the price on't.
Bif. Sir, it cost a guinea.
[Throws them to ber, and exit. Bif. Ha, ha, ha! ridiculous below my concern. I must follow him, however, to know if he can give me any news of Oriana.
EExito SCENE changes to Lamorce's Lodgings.
Enter Mirabel. Mir. Bloody hell-hounds! I over-heard you. Was not I, two hours ago, the happy, gay, rejoicing Mirabel? How did I plume my hopes in a fair coming prospect of a long scene of years ? Life courted me with all the charms of vigour, youth, and fortune ; and to be torn away from all my promised joys, is more than death--the manner too, by villains. Oh, my Oriana, this very moment might have bless'd me in thy arms! and my poor boy, the innocent boy !-Confufion!-But, hush, they coine; I must diffemble still—No news of my wine, gentlemen?
Enter the four Bravoes. 1 Bra. No, Sir; I believe your country booby has lost himself, and we can wait no longer for it-True, Sir, you're a pleasant gentleman; but I suppose you understand our business,
Mir. Sir, I may go near to guess at your employments; you, Sir, are a lawyer, I presume ; you a physician, you a scrivener, and you a stock-jobber --All cut-throats, 'egad.
[Afide. 4 Bra. Sir, I am a broken officer ; I was cashiered at the head of the army for a coward ; so I took up the trade of murder to retrieve the reputation of my courage.
3 Bra. I am a soldier too, and would serve my king ; but I don't like the quarrel, and I have more honour than. to fight in a bad cause,
2 Bra. I was bred a gentleman, and have no estate ;: but I must have my whore and my bottle, through the prejudice of education.
i Bra. I am a ruffian too, by the prejudice of education; I was bred a butcher. In short, Sir, if your wine had come, we might have trifled a little longer. Come, Sir, which sword will you fall by ? Mine, Sir? [Dramus 2 Bra. Or mine?
(Draws 3 Bra. Or mine?
[Draws. 4. Bra. Or mine ?
[Draws. Mir. I scorn to beg my life; but to be butcher'd thus ! [Knocking.): Oh, there's the wine ! This moment for my life or death.
Enter Oriana. Loft, for ever loft! Where's the wine, child ? [Faintlyo Ori. Coming up, Sir,
(Stamps. Enter Duretete with his favord drawn, and fix of the
grand Musqueteers with their pieces presented; the Rufo fians drop their words. Oriana goes off
Mir. The wine, the wine, the wine! Youth, pleasure, fortune, days and years are now my own again ! -Ah, iny dear friends ! did not I tell you this wine would make me merry?-Dear Captain, these gentlemen are the best.. natured, facetious, witty creatures, that ever you knew,
Enter Lamorce. Lam. Is the wine come, Sir?
Mir. Oh, yes, Madam, the wine is coineSee there! [Pointing to the soldiers.] Your Ladyship has got a very: fine ring upon your finger. Lam. Sir, 'tis at
your Mir.Oh, ho! is it so? Thou dear seven hundred pounds, 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 presume.
Lam. Sir, you may wear it.
Mir. Oh, Madamn, by no means, 'is too much-Rob you of all !--[Taking it from her. ] Good dear time, thou'rt a precious thing, I'm glad I have retrieved thee. (Putting it up.] What, my friends neglected all this while! Gentlemen, you'll pardon my complaisance to the lady:How now is it civil to be so out of humour at my entertainment, and I so pleased with yours? Captain, you are surprized at all this ! but we're in our frolics, you must know. -Some wine here.
Enter Servant with Wine. Come, Captain, this worthy gentleman's health. (Tweaks the first Bravo by the nose; be roars.] But now, where
where's my dear deliverer, my boy, my charming if Bra. I hope some of our crew below-stairs have dispatched him.
Mir. Villain, what sayest thou ? Dispatched! I'll have ye all tortured, racked, torn to pieces alive, if you have touched my boy.--Here, Page ! Page ! Page!
[Runs out. Dur. Here, gentlemen, be sure you secure those fel. lows.
1 Bra. Yes, Sir, we know you and your guard will be very
civil to us. Dur. Now for you, Madam ;-He, he, he.-I'm so pleased to think that I shall be revenged of one woman before I die-Well, Mistress Snap-Dragon, which of these honourable gentlemen is fo happy to call you wife?
1/ Brav. Sir, she should have been mine to-night, becaufe Sampre here had her last night. Sir, she's very true to us all four. Dug. Take them to justice.
[The Guards carry off the Bravolsa Enter Old Mirabel, Dugard, and Bifarre. Old Mir. Robin, Robin, where's Bob? Where's my boy?-What, is this the lady? a pretty whore, faith?--Heark'e, child, because my son was so civil as to oblige you with a coach, I'll treat you with a cart, indeed I will, Dug. Ay, Madam,—and you shall have a swinging
me tell you.
equipage, three or four thousand footmen at your heels
Dur. No less becoines her quality.
Mir. No, no, Sir, I'm ruin'd, the faver of my life is: loft.
Old Mir. No, he came and brought us the news.
the most ignominious death, from the scandalous po
niards of these bloody Ruffians, where to have fallen • would have defamed ny inemory with vile reproach
My life, estate, my all, is due to such a favour'Command me, child': before you all, before my late fo kind indulgent stars, I swear to grant whate'er you ask.
Ori. To the fame stars, indulgent now to me, I will appeal as to the justice of my claim; I shall demand but what was mine before the just perforinance of your contract to Oriana.
[Discovering berfelf. Om, Oriana !
Ori. In this disguise I resolved to follow you abroad, counterfeited that letter that got me into your service; and so, by this strange turn of fate, I becaine the instru. ment of your preservation; few common servants would have had such cunning; my love inspired me with the meaning of your meslage, because my concern for your safety made me suspect your company.
Dur. Mirabel, you're caught,
Mir. Caught! I scorn the thought of imposition, the • tricks and artful cunning of the lex I have despised, and • broke through all contrivance.' Caught! No, 'tis my voluntary act; this was no human stratagem, but by my providential stars designed, to thew the dangers wandering youth incurs by the pursuit of an unlawful love, to plunge me headlong, in the snares of vice, and then