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Maskwell, A Villain; 'pretended Friend)

to Mellefont, Galant to Lady Touch-> Mr. Bettertoni

wood, and in Love with Cynthia. Lord Touchwood, Uncle to Mellefona 9 Mr. Kynafton. Mellefont, promised to, and in Love?

Mr. Williams. with Cynthia. Careless, his Friend.

Mr. Verbruggen. Lord Froth, A Solemn Coxcombi Mr. Bowman, Brisk, A pert Coxcomh..

Mr. Powell. Sir Paul Plyant, An Uxorious, Foolith,

old Knight; Brother to Lady Touch-> Mr. Degget. wood, and Father to Cynthia.


Lady Tondowood, In Love with Mellefont. Mrs. Barrey.
Cynthia, Daughter to Sir.PandbyMrs. Bracegirdle.

former Wife, promised to Mellefont. S Lady Fro:b. A great Coquet; Preten

der to Poetry, Wit, and Learning Mrs. Mountfort. Lady Plyant, Infolent to her Husband Mrs. Leigh, and easy to apy Pretender.


Chaplain, Boy, Footmen, and Attendants.

The SCENE, A Gallery in the Lord Touch,

wood's House with Chambers adjoining.

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A Gallery in the Lord Touchwood's House,

with Chambers adjoining.
Enter Careless, Crossing the Stage, with his Hatı

Gloves, and Sword in his Hands; as just rifen
from Table: Mellefont following him.

E D, Ned, whither fo faft? What, turn'd
Flincher! Why, you wo'not leave us ?

Care. Where are the Women? I'm weary of guzling, and begin to think them the betrer Company.

Mel. Then ihy Reason ftaggers, and thou'rt almoft Drunk,

Care. No, Faith, but your Fools grow noisy-and if a Man must endure the Noise of Words without Sense, I think the women have more Musical Voices, and become Nonsense better.

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 something to say to you in private, and I am not like to have many Opportunities this, Evening,


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Care. And here's this Coxcomb most critically come to interrupt you.


[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 spoiling Company by leaving it.

Care. And thou art always spoiling Company by coming into't.

Brisk. Poob, ha, ba, ha, I know you envy me. Spite, proud Spite, by the Gods! and burning Envy-I'll be judg'd by Mellefont bere, who gives and takes Raillerybetter, you or I. Phaw, Man, when I say 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, ba? Mellefont. Mell

. O'my Word, Brisk, that was a bome thrust, you have silenc'd him.

Brisk. Oh, my Dear Mellefont, let me perish, if thou art not it

the Soul of Conversation, the very Essence of Wit, and Spirit of Wine --The Duce take me, if there were three good Things said, or one understood, fince thy Amputation from the. Body of our Society.

He, I think that's pretry and metaphorical enough: i'gad I could not have said it out of chy Company.-Careless

, ha? Care. Hum, ay, what is't?

Brisk. O, Mon Ceur! What is't! Nay gad l'il punisa you for want of Apprehension: The Duce take me if I Mel. No, no, hang him, he has no Taste,

But, dear Brisk, excuse me, I have a little Business.

Care. Proythee get thee gone; thou fee'st we are serious.

Mell. We'll come immediately, if you'll but go in, and keep up good Humour and Sense in the Company: Pr'yo thee do, they'll fall asleep else.

Brisk. I'gad so they will --Well I will, I will, gad you fhall command me from the Zenith to the Nadır. -But the duce take me if I say a good thing 'till you come.But pr’ytbee dear Rogue, make haste, pr’ychee make haste, Thali burst else. And yonder your Uncle, my Lord



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Touchwood, swears he'll disinheric you, and Sir Paul Plyant threatens to disclaim you for a Sop-in-Law, and


Lord Froth won't dance at your Wedding to Morrow 5 nor the Duce take me, I won't write your Epithalamium-ay and see what a Condition you're like to be brought to. :? Mell

. Well, I'll speak but three Words, and follow you. Brisk. Enougb, enough, Careless, bring your Apprehension along with you.


Mellefont, Careless. Care. Pert Coxcomb.

Mel. Faith is a good-natur'd Coxcomb, and has : very entertaining Follies You must be more human to him; at this Juncture, it will do me Service. I'll tell you, I would have Mirth continued this. Day at any frate; tho Patience purchase Folly, and Attention be paid with Noise: There are Times when Sense may be unscafonable, as well as Truih. Pr'ychee do thou wear none to Day; but al. low Brisk to have Wit, that thou may ft seem a Fool.

Çare. Why, how now, why this extravagant Propofition?

Mel. O, I would have no room for serious Design for I am jealous of a Plot. I would have Noise and Imper tinence keep my Lady Touchwood's Head from working: For Hell is not more busy than her Brain, nor contains mee Devils, than that Imaginations.

Care. I thought your fear of her had been over- Ts not to Morrow appointed for your Marriage with Cynthia, and her father Sir Paul Plyant, come to settle the Writings this Day, on purpose ?

Mel. True; but you fall judge whether I have not Reason to be alarm’d. None belides you, and Maskwell; are acquainted with the Secret of my Aunt Touchwood's violent Passion for me. Since my first Refusal of her Addresses, she has endeavourd to do me all ill Offices with my Uncle; yet has managed 'em with that Subtilty, that to him they have born the Face of Kindness; while. her Malice, like a dark Lanthorn, only shone upon me, where it was directed. Still it gave me less Perplexity to prevent the Success of her Displeasure, than to avoid the


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Importunities of her Love; and of two Evils, I thought
my self favour'd in her Aversion: But whether urg'd by
her Despair, and the short Prospeet of Time she saw, to
accomplish her Deigns; whether the Hopes of Revenge,
or of her Love, ferminated in the View of this my Mar-
riage with Cynthia, I know not; but this Morning she
furpriz'd me in my Bed.-

Care. Was there ever such a Fury! 'tis well Nature has
not put it into her Sex's Power to ravish ,-

Well, bless
us ! proceed. What follow'd?

Mel. What at first amaz'd me; for I look'd to have seen:
her in all the Transports of a Nighted and revengeful Wo.
man: But when I expected Thunder from her Voice, and
Lightniog in her Eyes; I saw her melted into Tears, and
hulh'd into a Sigh. It was long before either of us spokes
Passion had tyd her Tongue, and Amazement mine.
In short, the Consequence was thus, the omitred nothing
that the most violent Love could urge, or tender Words
express; which when she faw had no effect, but still I
pleaded Honour and Nearnefs of Blood to my Uncle; then
came the Storm 1 fear'd at first: For farting from my
Bed-side like a Fury, he flew to my Sword, and with
much ado I prevented her doing me or ber self a Mischief ::
Having disarm'd her, in a Guft of Passion the left me, and
in a Refolution, confirm'd by a thoufand Curses, not to
close her Eyes, 'till they had seen my Ruin.

Care. Exquisite Woman! But what the Devil does the
think, thou hast no more Sense, cban to get an Heir upon her
Body to difinherit thy felf: for as I take it this Settlement
upon you, is with a Provifo, that your Uncle have no

Mel. It is fi. Well; the Service you are to do' me, will
be a Pleasure to your self; I must get you to engage my
Lady Plyant all this Evening, that my pious Aunt may not
work ber to her Interelt. And if you chance to secure
her to your self, you may, inc'ine' her to mine. She's
bandsom, and knows it; is very filly, and thinks Mhe. has
Sense, and has an old fond Husband. 11.

Care. I confess a very fair Foundation, for a Lover to
Mel. For my Lord Froth, he and his Wife will be fuf.


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