EnterEuphroniaandDoris.
Euph.Heavens!what is't you make me do,Doris? Apply myself to the Man I loath; beg Favours from him I hate; seek a Reprieve from him I abhor; 'tis low, 'tis mean, 'tis base in me.
Dor.Why, you hate the Devil as much as you doEsop, or within a small Matter, and should you think it a Scandal to pray him to let you alone a Day or two, if he were going to run away with you; ha?
Euph.I don't know what I think, nor what I say, nor what I do: But sure thou'rt not my Friend thus to advise me.
Dor.I advise! I advise nothing; e'en follow your own way; marry him, and make much of him. I have a mind to see some of his Breed; if you like it, I like it: He shan't breed out of me only; that's all I have to take Care of.
Euph.Pr'ythee don't distract me.
Dor.Why, to-morrow's the Day, fix'd and firm, you know it; much Meat, little Order, great many Relations, few Friends, Horse-play, Noise, and bawdy Stories; all's ready for a complete Wedding.
Euph.Oh! what shall I do?
Dor.Nay, I know this makes you tremble; and yet your tender Conscience scruples to drop one hypocritical Curtsy, and say, Pray, Mr.Esop, be so kind to defer it a few Days longer.
Euph.Thou know'st I cannot dissemble.
Dor.I know you can dissemble well enough, when you shou'd not do't. Do you remember how you us'd to plague your poorOronces; make him believe you loath'd him, when you cou'd have kiss'd the Ground hewent on; affront him in all publick Places; ridicule him in all Company; abuse him wherever you went And when you had reduc'd him within an Ace of hanging or drowning, then come home with Tears in your Eyes, and cry, Now,Doris, let's go lock ourselves up, and talk of my dearOronces: Is not this true?
Euph.Yes, yes, yes. But, pr'ythee, have some Compassion of me. Come, I'll do any thing thou bid'st me——What shall I say to this Monster? Tell me, and I'll obey thee.
Dor.Nay, then there's some hopes of you. Why, you must tell him——'Tis natural to you to dislike Folks at first sight: That since you have consider'd him better, you find your Aversion abated: That tho' perhaps it may be a hard Matter for you ever to think him a Beau, you don't despair, in Time, of finding out hisJe-ne-sçai-quoy. And that on t'other side, tho' you have hitherto thought (as most young Women do) that nothing cou'd remove your first Affection, yet you have very great Hopes in the natural Inconstancy of your Sex. Tell him, 'tis not impossible, a Change may happen, provided he gives you Time: But that if he goes to force you, there's another Piece of Nature peculiar to Women, which may chance to spoil all, and that's Contradiction. Ring that Argument well in his Ears: He's a Philosopher; he knows it has Weight in it. In short, wheedle, whine, flatter, lye, weep, spare nothing; 'tis a moist Age, Women have Tears enow; and when you have melted him down, and gain'd more Time, we'll employ it in Closet-debates, how to cheat him to the end of the Chapter.
Euph.But you don't consider,Doris, that by this Means I engage myself to him; and can't afterwards with Honour retreat.
Dor.Madam, I know the World—Honour's a Jest, when Jilting's useful. Besides, he that wou'd have you break your Oath withOronces, can never have the Impudence to blame you, for cracking your Word with himself. But who knows what may happen between the Cup and the Lip? Let either of the old Gentlemendie, and we ride triumphant. Wou'd I could but see the Statesman sick a little, I'd recommend a Doctor to him, a Cousin of mine, a Man of Conscience, a wise Physician; tip but the Wink, he understands you.
Euph.Thou wicked Wench, wou'd'st poison him?
Dor.I don't know what I wou'd do; I think, I study, I invent, and somehow I will get rid of him. I do more for you, I'm sure, than you and your Knight-Errant do together for yourselves.
Euph.Alas, both he and I do all we can; thou know'st we do.
Dor.Nay, I know y' are willing enough to get together; but y' are a couple of helpless Things, Heaven knows.
Euph.Our Stars, thou see'st, are bent to Opposition.
Dor.Stars!—I'd fain see the Stars hinder me from running away with a Man I lik'd.
Euph.Ay, but thou know'st, should I disoblige my Father, he'd give my Portion to my younger Sister.
Dor.Ay, there the Shoe pinches, there's the Love of the Age! Ah!—--to what an Ebb of Passion are Lovers sunk in these Days! Give me a Woman that runs away with a Man, when his whole Estate's pack'd up in his Knap-sack: That tucks up her Coats to her Knees; and thro' thick and thro' thin, from Quarters to Camp, trudges heartily on; with a Child at her Back, another in her Arms, and a Brace in her Belly: There's Flame with a Witness, where this is the Effects on't. But we must have Love in a Feather-bed: Forsooth, a Coach and six Horses, clean Linen, and Cawdle! Fie for shame. O ho! here comes our Man. Now shew yourself a Woman, if you are one.
EnterEsop.
Esop.I'm told, fair Virgin, you desire to speak with me. Lovers are apt to flatter themselves; I take your Message for a Favour. I hope 'twas meant so.
Euph.Favours from Women are so cheap of late, Men may expect 'em truly, without Vanity.
Esop.If the Women are so liberal, I think the Men are generous too, on their Side: 'Tis a well-bred Age;thank Heaven; and a deal of Civility there passes between the two Sexes. What Service is't that I can do you, Lady?
Euph.Sir, I have a small Favour to intreat you.
Esop.What is't? I don't believe I shall refuse you.
Euph.What if you shou'd promise me you won't?
Esop.Why then I shou'd make a Divorce between my Good-breeding and my Sense, which ought to be as sacred a Knot as that of Wedlock.
Euph.Dare you not trust then, Sir, the Thing you love?
Esop.Not when the Thing I love don't love me: Never.
Dor.Trust is sometimes the Way to be belov'd.
Esop.Ay, but 'tis oftener the way to be cheated.
Euph.Pray promise me you'll grant my Suit.
Dor.'Tis a reasonable one, I'll give you my word for't.
Esop.If it be so, I do promise to grant it.
Dor.That's still leaving yourself Judge.
Esop.Why, who's more concern'd in the Trial?
Dor.But no Body ought to be Judge in their own Cause.
Esop.Yet he that is so, is sure to have no wrong done him.
Dor.But if he does wrong to others, that's worse.
Esop.Worse for them, but not for him.
Dor.True Politician, by my troth!
Esop.Men must be so, when they have to do with Sharpers.
Euph.If I shou'd tell you then there were a Possibility I might be brought to love you, you'd scarce believe me.
Esop.I shou'd hope as a Lover, and suspect as a Statesman.
Dor.[Aside.] Love and Wisdom! There's the Passion of the Age again.
Euph.You have liv'd long, Sir, and observ'd much: Did you never see Time produce strange Changes?
Esop.Amongst Women, I must confess I have.
Euph.Why, I'm a Woman, Sir.
Esop.Why, truly, that gives me some Hopes.
Euph.I'll encrease 'em, Sir; I have already been in Love two Years.
Dor.And Time, you know, wears all things to tatters.
Esop.Well observ'd.
Euph.What, if you shou'd allow me some, to try what I can do?
Esop.Why, truly, I would have Patience a Day or two, if there was as much Probability of my being your new Gallant, as perhaps there may be of changing your old one.
Dor.She shall give you fair Play for't, Sir; Opportunity and Leave to prattle, and that's what carries most Women in our Days. Nay, she shall do more for you: You shall play with her Fan; squeeze her little Finger; buckle her Shoe; read a Romance to her in the Arbour; and saunter in the Woods on a Moonshiny Night. If this don't melt her, she's no Woman, or you're no Man——
Esop.I'm not a Man to melt a Woman that Way: I know myself, and know what they require. 'Tis thro' a Woman's Eye you pierce her Heart; and I've no Darts can make their Entrance there.
Dor.You are a great Statesman, Sir; but I find you know little of our Matters. A Woman's Heart is to be enter'd forty Ways. Every Sense she has about her keeps a Door to it. With a Smock-face, and a Feather, you get in at her Eyes. With powerful Nonsense, in soft Words, you creep in at her Ears. An essenc'd Peruke, and a sweet Handkerchief, lets you in at her Nose. With a Treat, and a Box full of Sweetmeats, you slip in at her Mouth: And if you wou'd enter by her Sense of Feeling, 'tis as beaten a Road as the rest. What think you now, Sir?There are more Ways to the Wood than one, you see.
Esop.Why, you're an admirable Pilot; I don't doubt but you have steer'd many a Ship safe to Harbour: But I'm an old stubborn Seaman; I must sail by my own Compass still.
Euph.And by your Obstinacy lose your Vessel.
Esop.No: I'm just ent'ring into Port; we'll be married to-morrow.
Euph.For Heaven's sake defer it some Days longer; I cannot love you yet; indeed, I cannot.
Esop.Nor never will, I dare swear.
Euph.Why then will you marry me?
Esop.Because I love you.
Euph.If you lov'd me, you wou'd never make me miserable.
Esop.Not if I lov'd you for your sake; but I love you for my own.
Dor.[Aside.] There's an old Rogue for you.
Euph.[Weeping.] Is there no way left? must I be wretched?
Esop.'Tis but resolving to be pleas'd. You can't imagine the Strength of Resolution. I have seen a Woman resolve to be in the Wrong all the Days of her Life; and by the help of her Resolution, she has kept her Word to a Tittle.
Euph.Methinks the Subject we're upon shou'd be of Weight enough to make you serious.
Esop.Right: To-morrow Morning pray be ready; you'll find me so: I'm serious. Now I hope you are pleas'd.
[Turning away from her.
Euph.[Going off weeping, and leaning uponDoris.] Break, Heart! for if than hold'st, I'm miserable.
Dor.[ToEsop.] Now may the Extravagance of a lewd Wife, with the Insolence of a virtuous one, join hand in hand to bring thy grey Hairs to the Grave.
[ExeuntEuphroniaandDoris.
Esop.My old Friend wishes me well to the last, I see.
EnterLearchushastily, follow'd byOronces.
Oron.Pray hear me, Sir.
Lear.'Tis in vain; I'm resolv'd, I tell you. Most nobleEsop, since you are pleas'd to accept of my poor Offspring for your Consort, be so charitable to my old Age, to deliver me from the Impertinence of Youth, by making her your Wife this Instant; for there's a Plot against my Life; they have resolv'd to teaze me to Death to-night, that they may break the Match to-morrow Morning. Marry her this instant, I intreat you.
Esop.This instant, say you!
Lear.This instant; this very instant.
Esop.'Tis enough; get all things ready; I'll be with you in a Moment.
[ExitEsop.
Lear.Now, what say you, Mr.Flame-fire? I shall have the Whip-hand of you presently.
Oron.Defer it till to-morrow, Sir.
Lear.That you may run away with her to-night; ha?——Sir, your most obedient humble Servant. Hey, who waits there? Call my Daughter to me: Quick. I'll give her her Dispatches presently.
EnterEuphronia.
Euph.D'ye call, Sir.
Lear.Yes, I do, Minx. Go shift yourself, and put on your best Clothes. You are to be marry'd.
Euph.Marry'd, Sir!
Lear.Yes, marry'd, Madam; and that this Instant too.
Euph.Dear Sir——
Lear.Not a Word: Obedience and a clean Smock; dispatch.
[ExitEuphroniaweeping.
Learchusgoing off, turns toOronces.] Sir, your most obedient humble Servant.
Oron.Yet hear what I've to say.
Lear.And what have you to say, Sir?
Oron.Alas! I know not what I have to say!
Lear.Very like so. That's a sure Sign he's in love now.
Oron.Have you no Bowels?
Lear.Ha, ha! Bowels in a Parent! Here's a young Fellow for you. Hark thee, Stripling; being in a very merry Humour, I don't care if I discover some paternal Secrets to thee. Know then, that how humoursome, how whimsical soever we may appear, there's one fixt Principle that runs thro' almost the whole Race of us; and that's to please ourselves. Why do'st think I got my Daughter? Why, there was something in't that pleased me. Why dost think I marry my Daughter? Why to please myself still. And what is't that pleases me? Why, my Interest; what do'st think it shou'd be? IfEsop's my Son-in-Law, he'll make me a Lord: If thou art my Son-in-Law——thou'lt make me a Grandfather. Now I having more Mind to be a Lord thana Grandfather, give my Daughter to him, and not to thee.
Oron.Then shall her Happiness weigh nothing with you?
Lear.Not this.—If it did, I'd give her to thee, and not to him.
Oron.Do you think forc'd Marriage the Way to keep Women virtuous?
Lear.No; nor I don't Care whether Women are virtuous or not.
Oron.You know your Daughter loves me?
Lear.I do so.
Oron.What, if the Children thatEsopmay happen to father, shou'd chance to be begot by me?
Lear.Why, thenEsopwou'd be the Cuckold, not I.
Oron.Is that all your Care?
Lear.Yes: I speak as a Father.
Oron.What think you of your Child's Concern in t'other World?
Lear.Why, I think it my Child's Concern, not mine. I speak as a Father.
Oron.Do you remember you once gave me your Consent to wed your Daughter?
Lear.I did.
Oron.Why did you so?
Lear.Because you were the best Match that offer'd at that Time. I did like a Father.
Oron.Why then, Sir, I'll do like a Lover. I'll make you keep your Word, or cut your Throat.
Lear.Who waits there, ha?
Enter Servants.
Lear.Seize me that Bully there. Carry him to Prison, and keep him safe.
[They seize him.
Oron.Why, you won't use me thus?
Lear.Yes, but I will tho': Away with him. Sir, your most humble Servant: I wish you a good Night's Rest; and as far as a merry Dream goes, my Daughter's at your Service.
Oron.Death and Furies!
[Exeunt Serv. withOron.
Lear. [singing.]Dol, de tol dol, dol, de tol dol, Lilly Burleighre's lodg'd in a Bough.
Enter a Troop of Musicians, Dancers,&c.
Lear.How now! What have we got here?
Mus.Sir, we are a Troop of trifling Fellows, Fiddlers and Dancers, come to celebrate the Wedding of your fair Daughter, if your Honour pleases to give us Leave.
Lear.With all my Heart: But who do you take me for, Sir; ha?
1 Mus.I take your Honour for our noble Governor ofSysicus.
Lear.Governor ofSysicus! Governor of a Cheese-Cake! I'm Father-in-Law to the greatEsop, Sirrah. [All bow to him.] [Aside.]——I shall be a great Man. Come, tune your Fiddles; shake your Legs; get all things ready. My Son-in-Law will be here presently——I shall be a great Man!
[Exit.
1 Mus.A great Marriage, Brother! What do'st think will be the End on't?
2 Mus.Why, I believe we shall see three Turns upon't. This old Fellow here will turn Fool; his Daughter will turn Strumpet; and his Son-in-Law will turn 'em both out of Doors. But that's nothing to thee nor me, so long as we are paid for our Fiddling. So tune away, Gentlemen.
1 Mus.D'ye hear, Trumpets? When the Bride appears, salute her with a melancholy Waft. 'Twill suit her Humour; for I guess she mayn't be over-well pleas'd.
EnterLearchuswith several Friends, and a Priest.
Lear.Gentlemen and Friends, y'are all welcome. I have sent to as many of you as our short Time wou'd give me Leave, to desire you wou'd be Witnesses of the Honour the greatEsopdesigns ourself and Family. Hey; who attends there? Go let my Daughter know I wait for her. [Exit Servant.] 'Tis a vast Honour that is done me, Gentlemen!
2 Gent.It is, indeed, my Lord.
Lear.[Aside.] Look you there; if they don't call me my Lord already——I shall be a great Man!
EnterEuphroniaweeping, and leaning uponDoris, both in deep Mourning.
Lear.How now! What's here! All in deep Mourning! Here's a provoking Baggage for you!
[The Trumpets sound a melancholy Air tillEsopappears; and then the Violins and Hautboys strike up aLancashireHornpipe.
EnterEsopin a gay foppish Dress, Long Peruke, &c. a gaudy Equipage of Pages and Footmen, all enter in an airy brisk Manner.
Esop.in an affected Tone toEuphronia.] Gad take my Soul, Ma'am, I hope I shall please you now——Gentlemen all, I'm your humble Servant. I'm going to be a very happy Man, you see. [ToEuph.] When the Heat of the Ceremony's over, if your Ladyship pleases, Ma'am, I'll wait upon you to take the Air in the Park. Hey, Page; let there be a Coach and six Horses ready instantly. [Observing her Dress.]——I vow to Gad, Ma'am, I was so taken up with my good Fortune, I did not observe the extreme Fancy of your Ladyship's Wedding-Clothes——Infinitely pretty! as I hope to be sav'd; a World of Variety, and not at all gaudy.——[ToLear.] My dear Father-in-Law, embrace me.
Lear.Your Lordship does me too much Honour. [Aside.]——I shall be a great Man!
Esop.Come, Gentlemen, are all things ready? Where's the Priest?
Priest.Here, my noble Lord.
Esop.Most Reverend——will you please to say Grace that I may fall to, for I am very hungry, and here's very good Meat. But where's my Rival all this while? The least we can do, is to invite him to the Wedding.
Lear.My Lord, he's in Prison.
Esop.In Prison! How so?
Lear.He wou'd have murder'd me.
Esop.A bloody Fellow! But let's see him, however. Send for him quickly. Ha! Governor——that handsome Daughter of yours, I will so mumble her——
Lear.I shall be a great Man!
EnterOroncespinion'd and guarded.
Esop.O ho, here's my Rival! Then we have all we want. Advance, Sir, if you please. I desire you'll do me the Favour to be a Witness to my Marriage, lest one of these Days you shou'd take a fancy to dispute my Wife with me.
Oron.Do you then send for me to insult me? 'Tis base in you.
Esop.I have no Time now to throw away upon Points of Generosity; I have hotter Work upon my Hands. Come, Priest, advance.
Lear.Pray, hold him fast there; he has the Devil and all of Mischief in's Eye.
Esop.[ToEuph.] Will your Ladyship please, Ma'am, to give me your fair Hand——Hey-dey!
[She refuses her Hand.
Lear.I'll give it you, my noble Lord, if she won't. [Aside.] A stubborn, self-will'd, stiff-neck'd Strumpet.
[Learchusholds out her Hand toEsop, who takes it;Oroncesstands onEsop's left Hand, and the Priest before 'em.
Esop.Let my Rival stand next me: Of all Men, I'd have him be satisfy'd.
Oron.Barbarous, inhuman Monster!
Esop.Now, Priest, do thy Office.
[Flourish with the Trumpets.
Priest.Since the eternal Laws of Fate decreed,That he thy Husband, she thy Wife shou'd be,May Heaven take you to its Care,MayJupiterlook kindly down,}Place on your Heads Contentment's Crown!}And may his Godhead never frown}Upon this happy Pair.
Priest.Since the eternal Laws of Fate decreed,That he thy Husband, she thy Wife shou'd be,May Heaven take you to its Care,MayJupiterlook kindly down,}Place on your Heads Contentment's Crown!}And may his Godhead never frown}Upon this happy Pair.
[Flourish again of Trumpets.
[As the Priest pronounces the last Line,EsopjoinsOroncesandEuphronia's Hands.
Oron.O happy Change! Blessings on Blessings wait on the generousEsop!
Esop.Happy, thrice happy, may you ever be,}And if you think there's something due to me,}Pay it in mutual Love and Constancy.}
Esop.Happy, thrice happy, may you ever be,}And if you think there's something due to me,}Pay it in mutual Love and Constancy.}
Euph.toEsop.] You'll pardon me, most generous Man,If in the present Transports of my Soul,Which you yourself have by your Bounty caus'd,My willing Tongue is ty'd from utteringThe Thoughts that flow from a most grateful Heart.Esop.For what I've done, I merit little Thanks,Since what I've done, my Duty bound me to.I wou'd your Father had acquitted his:But he who's such a Tyrant o'er his Children,To sacrifice their Peace to his Ambition,Is fit to govern nothing but himself.
Euph.toEsop.] You'll pardon me, most generous Man,If in the present Transports of my Soul,Which you yourself have by your Bounty caus'd,My willing Tongue is ty'd from utteringThe Thoughts that flow from a most grateful Heart.
Esop.For what I've done, I merit little Thanks,Since what I've done, my Duty bound me to.I wou'd your Father had acquitted his:But he who's such a Tyrant o'er his Children,To sacrifice their Peace to his Ambition,Is fit to govern nothing but himself.
ToLear.] And, therefore, Sir, at my return to Court,I shall take care this City may be sway'dBy more Humanity than dwells in you.Lear. aside.] I shall be a great man!Euph. ToEsop.] Had I not Reason, from your constant Goodness,To judge your Bounty, Sir, is infinite,I shou'd not dare to sue for farther Favours:But pardon me, if imitating Heaven and you,I easily forgive my aged Father,And beg thatEsopwould forgive him too.
ToLear.] And, therefore, Sir, at my return to Court,I shall take care this City may be sway'dBy more Humanity than dwells in you.
Lear. aside.] I shall be a great man!
Euph. ToEsop.] Had I not Reason, from your constant Goodness,To judge your Bounty, Sir, is infinite,I shou'd not dare to sue for farther Favours:But pardon me, if imitating Heaven and you,I easily forgive my aged Father,And beg thatEsopwould forgive him too.
[Kneeling to him.
Esop.The Injury he wou'd have done to you was great indeed: But 'twas a Blessing he design'd for me. If, therefore, you can pardon him, I may. [ToLear.] Your injur'd Daughter, Sir, has on her Knees intreated for her cruel, barbarous Father; and by her Goodness has obtain'd her Suit. If, in the Remnant of your Days, you can find out some way to recompense her, do it, that Men and Gods may pardon you, as she and I have done. But, let me see, I have one Quarrel still to make up. Where's my old FriendDoris?
Dor.She's here, Sir, at your Service; and as much your Friend as ever; true to her Principles, and firm to her Mistress. But she has a much better Opinion of you now than she had half an Hour ago.
Esop.She has reason: For my Soul appear'd then as deform'd as my Body. But I hope now, one may so far mediate for t'other, that, provided I don't make Love,the Women won't quarrel with me; for they are worse Enemies even than they are Friends. Come, Gentlemen, I'll humour my Dress a little longer, and share with you in the Diversions these boon Companions have prepar'd us. Let's take our Places, and see how they can divert us.
Esopleads the Bride to her Place. All being seated, there's a short Concert of Hautboys, Trumpets, &c. After which a Dance between an old Man and a young Woman, who shuns him still at he comes near her. At last he stops, and begins this Dialogue, which they sing together.
Old Man.Why so cold, and why so coy?What I want in Youth and Fire,I have in Love and in Desire:To my Arms, my Love, my Joy!Why so cold, and why so coy?Woman.'Tis Sympathy, perhaps, with you;You are cold, and I'm so too..Old Man.My Years alone have froze my Blood;Youthful Heat in Female Charms,Glowing in my aged Arms,Wou'd melt it down once more into a Flood.Woman.Women, alas, like Flints, ne'er burn alone;To make a Virgin knowThere's Fire within the Stone,Some manly Steel must boldly strike the Blow.Old Man.Assist me only with your Charms,You'll find I'm Man, and still am bold;You'll find I still can strike, tho' old:I only want your Aid to raise my Arms.
Old Man.
Why so cold, and why so coy?What I want in Youth and Fire,I have in Love and in Desire:To my Arms, my Love, my Joy!Why so cold, and why so coy?
Woman.
'Tis Sympathy, perhaps, with you;You are cold, and I'm so too..
Old Man.
My Years alone have froze my Blood;Youthful Heat in Female Charms,Glowing in my aged Arms,Wou'd melt it down once more into a Flood.
Woman.
Women, alas, like Flints, ne'er burn alone;To make a Virgin knowThere's Fire within the Stone,Some manly Steel must boldly strike the Blow.
Old Man.
Assist me only with your Charms,You'll find I'm Man, and still am bold;You'll find I still can strike, tho' old:I only want your Aid to raise my Arms.
Enter a Youth, who seizes on the young Woman.
Youth.Who talks of Charms, who talks of Aid?I bring an ArmThat wants no Charm,To rouze the Fire that's in a flinty Maid.Retire, old Age:——Winter, begone:Behold the youthful Spring comes gayly on.Here, here's a Torch to light a Virgin's Fire!To my Arms, my Love, my Joy;When Women have what they desire,They're neither cold nor coy.
Youth.
Who talks of Charms, who talks of Aid?I bring an ArmThat wants no Charm,To rouze the Fire that's in a flinty Maid.Retire, old Age:——Winter, begone:Behold the youthful Spring comes gayly on.Here, here's a Torch to light a Virgin's Fire!To my Arms, my Love, my Joy;When Women have what they desire,They're neither cold nor coy.
[She takes him in her Arms.
The Song and Dances ended,EsoptakesEuphroniaandOroncesby the Hands, leading them forwards.
Esop.By this Time, my young eager Couple, 'tis probable you wou'd be glad to be alone; perhaps you'll have a Mind to go to Bed, even without your Supper; for Brides and Bridegrooms eat little on their Wedding-Night. But since, if Matrimony were worn as it ought to be, it wou'd, perhaps, sit easier about us than it usually does, I'll give you one Word of Counsel, and so I shall release you. When one is out of Humour, let the other be dumb. Let your Diversions be such, as both may have a Share in 'em. Never let Familiarity exclude Respect. Be clean in your Clothes, but nicely so in your Persons. Eat at one Table, lie in one Room, but sleep in two Beds: I'll tell the Ladies why:
Turning to the Boxes.In the sprightly Month of May,}When Males and Females sport and play,}And kiss and toy away the Day;}An eager Sparrow and his Mate,}Chirping on a Tree, were sat,}Full of Love——and full of Prate.}They talk'd of nothing but their Fires,Of raging Heats, and strong Desires,How true and faithful they wou'd be;Of eternal Constancy;Of this and that, and endless Joys,And a thousand more such Toys:Only Thing they apprehended,Was that their Lives wou'd be so short,They cou'd not finish half their SportBefore their Days were ended.But as from Bough to Bough they rove,They chanc'd at lastIn furious haste,On a Twig with Birdlime spread,(Want of a more downy Bed)To act a Scene of Love.Fatal it proved to both their Fires.For tho' at length they broke away,}And baulk'd the School-Boy of his Prey,}Which made him weep the live-long Day,}The Bridegroom, in the hasty strife,Was stuck so fast to his dear Wife,That tho' he us'd his utmost Art,He quickly found it was in vain,To put himself to further Pain,They never more must part.A gloomy Shade o'ercast his Brow;}He found himself——I know not how:}He look'd as Husbands often do.}Where-e'er he mov'd, he felt her still,She kiss'd him oft against his Will:Abroad, at Home, at Bed and Board,With favours she o'erwhelm'd her Lord.Oft he turn'd his Head away,}And seldom had a Word to say,}Which absolutely spoil'd her Play,}For she was better stor'd.Howe'er, at length, her stock was spent,(For Female Fires sometimes may beSubject to Mortality;)So Back to Back they sit, and sullenly repent.But the mute Scene was quickly ended,The Lady, for her share, pretendedThe Want of Love lay at his Door;}For her part, she had still in store}Enough for him and twenty more,}Which cou'd not be contended.He answer'd her in homely Words,(For Sparrows are but ill-bred Birds)That he already had enjoy'dSo much, that truly he was cloy'd.Which so provok'd her Spleen,That after some good hearty Prayers,}A Jostle, and some spiteful Tears,}They fell together by the Ears,}And ne'er were fond again.
Turning to the Boxes.
In the sprightly Month of May,}When Males and Females sport and play,}And kiss and toy away the Day;}An eager Sparrow and his Mate,}Chirping on a Tree, were sat,}Full of Love——and full of Prate.}They talk'd of nothing but their Fires,Of raging Heats, and strong Desires,How true and faithful they wou'd be;Of eternal Constancy;Of this and that, and endless Joys,And a thousand more such Toys:Only Thing they apprehended,Was that their Lives wou'd be so short,They cou'd not finish half their SportBefore their Days were ended.But as from Bough to Bough they rove,They chanc'd at lastIn furious haste,On a Twig with Birdlime spread,(Want of a more downy Bed)To act a Scene of Love.Fatal it proved to both their Fires.For tho' at length they broke away,}And baulk'd the School-Boy of his Prey,}Which made him weep the live-long Day,}The Bridegroom, in the hasty strife,Was stuck so fast to his dear Wife,That tho' he us'd his utmost Art,He quickly found it was in vain,To put himself to further Pain,They never more must part.A gloomy Shade o'ercast his Brow;}He found himself——I know not how:}He look'd as Husbands often do.}Where-e'er he mov'd, he felt her still,She kiss'd him oft against his Will:Abroad, at Home, at Bed and Board,With favours she o'erwhelm'd her Lord.Oft he turn'd his Head away,}And seldom had a Word to say,}Which absolutely spoil'd her Play,}For she was better stor'd.Howe'er, at length, her stock was spent,(For Female Fires sometimes may beSubject to Mortality;)So Back to Back they sit, and sullenly repent.But the mute Scene was quickly ended,The Lady, for her share, pretendedThe Want of Love lay at his Door;}For her part, she had still in store}Enough for him and twenty more,}Which cou'd not be contended.He answer'd her in homely Words,(For Sparrows are but ill-bred Birds)That he already had enjoy'dSo much, that truly he was cloy'd.Which so provok'd her Spleen,That after some good hearty Prayers,}A Jostle, and some spiteful Tears,}They fell together by the Ears,}And ne'er were fond again.
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