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expect you in the Chaplain's Chamber, - For once, I'll add my Plot too, lec us haste to find out, and inform my Nephew; and do you, quickly as you can, bring all the Company into this Gallery. -111 expose the Scrunpet, and the Villain.






Lord Froth and Sir Paul. Ld. Froth. By Hear'as I have flept an Age—Sir Paul, what'a Clock 'is't? Past Eight, on my Conscience, my Lady's is the most inviting Couch; and a Slumber there, is the prettiest Amusement! But where's all the Company?

Sir Paul. The Company, Gads-bud, I don't know, my Lord, but here's the strangest Revolution, all turn'd topfy turyy; as I hope for Providence.

Ld. Fro:h. O Heav'ns, what's the matter? Where's my

Sir Paul. Al turn'd topfy turvy as sure as a Gun.
Ld. Froth. How do you mean? My Wife!
Sir Paul. The stranget Pofture of Affairs!
Ld. Froth. What, my Wife?,
Sir Paul. No, no, I

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be in a very good Pofture; I saw her go into the Garden with Mr. Brisk.

Ld. Froth. How? where, when, what to do?

Sir Panl. I suppose they have been laying their Heads together.

Ld. Froth. How?

Sir Paul. Nay, only about Poetry, I suppose, my Lord; making Couplets.

Ld. Froth. Couplets.
Sir Paul. O, here they come.


[To them] Lady Froch, Brisk. Brisk. My Lord, your humble Set vant; Sir Paul yours the finett Night!

L. Froth,


L. Froth. My Dear, Mr. Brisk and I have been Stargazing, I don't know how long.

Sir Paul. Does it not tire your Ladyship? are not you wcary with looking up? L. Froth. Oh, no, I love it violently,

My Dear, you're melancholy.

Ld. Froth. No, my Dear; I'm but juft awake.-
L. Froth. Snuff some of my Spirit of Hartshorn.

Ld. Froth. I've some of my own, thank you, my

L. Froth. Well, I swear, Mr. Brisk, you understood Aftronomy like an old Egyptian.

Brisk. Not comparably to your Ladyship; you are the very Cynthia of the Skies, and Queen of Stars.

L. Eroth. That's because I have no Light, but what's by Reflexion from you, who are the Sun.

Brisk. Madam, you have Eclips'd me quite, let me perish, I can't answer that. L. Froth. No matter,

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Brisk. With all my Soul, Your Lady ship has made me the Man in't already, I'm so full of the Wouads which you have given.

L. Froth, o finely taken! swear now you are even with me, O Parnassus, you have an infinite deal of Wit.

Sir Paul. So he has, Gads-bud, and so bas your Lady, hip. .


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[To them] Lady Plyant, Careless, Cynthia. L. f. You tell me most surprizing things; bless me, who would ever trust a Man? O my Heart akes for fear they should be ail deceitful alike.

Care. You need not fear, Madam, you have Charms to fix Inconftancy it felf.

L. P. O dear, you make me blush.

Ld. Froth. Come, my Dear, shall we take leave of my
Lord and Lady?
Cyrt. They'll wait upon your Lordship prefently.

L. Froth.

L. Froth. Ms. Brisk, my Coach fhall set you down.
All. What's the matter?

[A great shriek from the Corner of the Stage

[To them] Lady Touchwood runs out affrighted, ring,

Lord after her, like a Parfon.
L.T. O I'm betray'd. Save me, help me.
L. T. Now what Evasion, Strumpet?
L.T. Stand off, let me go.

Ld. T. Go, and thy own Infamy pursue thee, You ftare as you were all amazed, I don't wonder at it,

.but too soon you'll know mine, and that Woman's Shame.

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SCENE, The Last.

Lord Touchwood, Lord Froth, Lady Froth, Lady Plyant

Sir Paul, Cynthia, Mellefont, Maskwell; Mellefont diso guiled in a Parson's Habit and pulling in Maskwell.

Mel. Nay, by Heav'n you shall be feen.- Careless, your Hand;

Do you hold down your Head? Yes I am your Chaplain, look in the face of your injur'd Friend ; thou Wonder of all Falfhood.

Ld. T. Are you filent, Monster?
Mel. Good Heav'ns! How I believ'd and lov'd this Man !

Take him hence, for he's a Disease to my Sighr.
Ld. T. Secure cbat manifold Villain.

[Servants seize him. Care. Miracle of Ingratitude? Brisk. This is all very furprizing, let me perifh.

L. Froth. You know I told you Saturn look'd a little more angry than usual.

Ld. T. We'll think of Punishment at Leisure, but lec
me hafton to do Justice, in rewarding Virtue and wrong'd
Innocence. Nephew, I hope I have your Pardon, and
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Mel. We are your Lordship's Creatures.

Ld, T.


Ld. T. And be each others Comfort; - Let me join your Hands. Unwearied Nights, and wishing Days attend you both; mutual Love, lafting Health, and cir. eling Joys, tread round each happy Year of your long Lives.

Let secret Villany from hence be warn'd;
Howe'er in private Mischiefs are conceiv'd,
Torture and Shame attend their open Birth;
Like Vipers in the Womb, baje Treachery lies,
Still gnawing that, whence forft it did arife;
No sooner born, but the vile Parent dies,

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COD) Poets bar forefee homo Plays would take,

Then they sou'd tell what Epilogues to make;
Whether to thank or blame their Audience most:
But that late Knowledge does much Hazard cost,
'Till Dice are thrown, there's nothing won, nor left.
So 'till the Thief has stol'n, he cannot know
Whether he Mall escape the Law, or no.
But Poets run much greater Hazards for,
Than they wobo ftand their Trials at the Bar;
The Law provides a Curb for its own Fury,
And suffers Fudges to direct the Fury.
But in this Court, what Diff'rence does appear!
For every one's both Judge and fury here;
Nay, and what's worse, an Executioner.
All have a Right and Title to fome Part,
Each choosing that in which he bas moft Art.
The dreadful Men of Learning all Confound,
Unless the Fable's good, and Moral found.
The Vizor-Masks that are in Pit and Gallery,
Approve, or Damn the Repartee and Rallery.
The Lady Criticks, who are better read,
Inquire if Characters are nicely bred;
If the soft things are penn'd and spoke with Grace;
They Judge of Action too, and Time, and place;


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