PROLOGUE, Spoken by Mrs. Bracegirdle. MOOR OORS have this Way (as Story tells) to know Into the Sea the New-born Babe is thrown, Criticks avaunt; for you are Fifh of Prey, Let Nature work, and do not Damn too foon, } How nearly fome good Men might have fcap'd finking. } } Drama 1 M E N. Maskell, A Villain; pretended' Lord Touchwood, Uncle to Mellefont. Lord Froth, A Solemn Coxcomb. Brisk, A pert Coxcomb. Sir Paul Plyant, An Uxorious, Fool-> Mr. Betterton. Mr. Kynafton. Mr. Williams. Mr. Verbruggen, Mr. Bowman. Mr. Powell. ish, old Knight; Brother to Lady Mr. Dogget. WOMEN. Lady Touchwood, In Love with Mellefont. Mrs. Barrey. a former Wife, promised to Mel-> Mrs. Bracegirdle. Lady Froth, A great Coquet; Pre tender to Poetry, Wit, and Learn- Mrs. Mountfort. Lady Plyant, Infolent to her Hus-Mrs. Leigh. Chaplain, Boy, Footmen, and Attendants. The SCENE, A Gallery in the Lord Touchwood's Houfe with Chambers adjoining. THE THE DOUBLE-DEALER. ACT I. SCENE I. A Gallery in the Lord Touchwood's Houfe, with Chambers adjoining. Enter Careless, Croffing the Stage, with his Hat, Gloves, and Sword in his Hands; as just rifen from Table: Mellefont following him. N MELLEFONT. ED, Ned, whither so fast? What, turn'd Care. Where are the Women? I'm weary of guzling, and begin to think them the better Company. Mel. Then thy Realon ftaggers, and thou'rt almoft Drunk. Care. No, Faith, but your Fools grow noify and if a Man muft endure the Noife of Words without Sense, I think the Women have more Mufical Voices, and be come Nonfenfe better. Mel. Mel. Why, they are at the end of the Gallery; retir'd to their Tea, and Scandal; according to their Ancient Custom, after Dinner.- -But I made a Pretence to follow you, because I had fomething to say to you in private, and I am not like to have many Opportunities this Evening. Care. And here's this Coxcomb moft critically come to interrupt you. SCENE II. [To them] Brisk. Brisk. Boys, boys, Lads, where are you? What, do you give ground? Mortgage for a Bottle, ha? Careless, this is your Trick; you're always fpoiling Company by leaving it. Care. And thou art always fpoiling Company by coming into't. Brisk. Pooh, ha, ha, ha, I know you envy me. Spite, proud Spite, by the Gods! and burning Envy-I'll be judg'd by Mellefont here, who gives and takes Raillery better, you or I. Pfhaw, Man, when I fay you spoil Company by leaving it, I mean you leave no Body for the Company to laugh at. I think there I was with you, ha? Mellefont. Mel. O' my Word, Brisk, that was a home thrust, you have filenc'd him. Brisk. Oh, my Dear Mellefont, let me perish, if thou art not the Soul of Converfation, the very Effence of Wit, and Spirit of Wine,- The Duce take me, if there were three good Things faid, or one understood, fince thy Amputation from the Body of our Society,He, I think that's pretty and metaphorical enough: I'gad I could not have faid it out of thy Company,-Careless, ha ? Care. Care. Hum, ay, what is't? Brisk. O, Mon Cour! What is't! Nay gad I'll punish you for want of Apprehension: The Duce take me if I tell you. Mel. No, no, hang him, he has no Tafte,But, dear Brisk, excuse me, I have a little Bufinefs. Care. Pr'ythee get thee gone; thou fee'ft we are ferious. Mel. We'll come immediately, if you'll but go in, and keep up good Humour and Senfe in the Company: Pr'ythee do, they'll fall asleep else. Brisk. I'gad fo they will-Well I will, I will, gad you fhall command me from the Zenith to the Nadir.-But the duce take me if I fay a good thing 'till you come,But pr'ythee dear Rogue, make hafte, pr'y thee make hafte, I fhall burft elfe. -- And yonder your Uncle, my Lord Touchwood, fwears he'll disinherit you, and Sir Paul Plyant threatens to disclaim you for a Son-in-Law, and my Lord Froth won't dance at your Wedding to Morrow; nor, the Duce take me, I won't write your Epithalamiumand fee what a Condition you're like to be brought to. Mel. Well, I'll speak but three Words, and follow you. Brisk. Enough, enough, Careless, bring your Apprehenfion along with you. SCENE III. Mellefont, Careless. Care. Pert Coxcomb. Mel. Faith'tis a good-natur'd Coxcomb, and has very entertaining Follies-You must be more humane to him ; at this Juncture, it will do me Service. I'll tell you, I would have Mirth continued this Day at any rate; tho' Patience purchase Folly,and Attention be paid with Noife: There are Times when Senfe may be unfeasonable, as well as |