(Aside.
SirGeo.Humph! True, SirJealous, he told me such a Thing, but, but, but, but—he, he, he, he—he did not imagine that you would insist upon the very Day, for, for, for, for Money you know is dangerous returning by Sea, an, an, an, an—
Char.Zounds, say we have brought it in Commodities.
(Aside to SirGeorge.
SirGeo.And so Sir, he has sent it in Merchandize,Tobacco, Sugars, Spices, Limons, and so forth, which shall be turn'd into Money with all Expedition: In the mean time, Sir, if you please to accept of my Bond for Performance.
SirJeal.It is enough, Sir, I am so pleas'd with the Countenance ofSeignor Diego, and the Harmony of your Name, that I'll take your Word, and will fetch my Daughter this Moment. Within there(Enter Servant)desire Mr.Tackummy Neighbour's Chaplain to walk hither.
Serv.Yes, Sir.
(Exit.
SirJeal.Gentlemen, I'll return in an Instant.
(Exit.
Char.Wondrous well. Let me embrace thee.
SirGeo.Egad that 5000l.had like to have ruin'd the Plot.
Char.But that's over! And if Fortune throws no more Rubs in our way.
SirGeo.Thou'lt carry the Prize—but hist, here he comes.
Enter SirJealous, dragging inIsabinda.
SirJeal.Come along, you stubborn Baggage you, come along.
Isab.
Oh hear me, Sir! hear me but speak one Word,Do not destroy my everlasting Peace;My Soul abhors thisSpaniardyou have choseNor can I wed him without being curst.
SirJeal.How's that!
Isab.
Let this Posture move your tender Nature.(Kneels.For ever will I hang upon these Knees;Nor loose my Hands till you cut off my hold,If you refuse to hear me, Sir.
Char.Oh! that I cou'd discover my self to her.
(Aside.
SirGeo.Have a care what you do. You had better trust to his Obstinacy.
(Aside.
SirJeal.Did you ever see such a perverse Slut: Off I say Mr.Meanwellpray help me a little.
SirGeo.Rise, Madam, and do not disoblige your Father, who has provided a Husband worthy of you, one that will Love you equal with his Soul, and one that you will Love, when once you know him.
Isab.Oh! never, never. Cou'd I suspect that Falshood in my Heart, I wou'd this Moment tear it from my Breast, and streight present him with the Treacherous Part.
Char.Oh! my charming faithful Dear.
(Aside.
SirJeal.Falshood! why, who the Devil are you in Love with? Ha! Don't provoke me, for by St.JagoI shall beat you, Housewife.
Char.Heaven forbid; for I shall infallibly discover my self if he should.
(Aside.
SirGeo.Have Patience, Madam! and look at him: Why will you prepossess your self against a Man that is Master of all the Charms you would desire in a Husband?
SirJeal.Ay, look at him,Isabinda, Senior pase vind adelante.
Char.My Heart bleeds to see her grieve, whom I imagin'd would with Joy receive me.Seniora obligue me vuestra merced de sumano.
SirJeal.(Pulling up her Head.)Hold up your Head, hold up your Head, Housewife, and look at him: Is there a properer, handsomer, better shap'd Fellow inEngland, ye Jade you. Ha! see, see the obstinate Baggage shuts her Eyes; by St.Jago, I have a good Mind to beat 'em out.
(Pushes her down.
Isab.
Do then, Sir, kill me, kill me instantly.'Tis much the kinder Action of the Two,For 'twill be worse than Death to wed him.
SirGeo.SirJealous, you are too passionate. Give me leave, I'll try by gentle Words to work her to your Purpose.
SirJeal.I pray do, Mr.Meanwell, I pray do; she'll break my Heart.(weeps)There is in that, Jewels of the Value of 3000l.which were her Mother's; and a Paper wherein I have settled one half of my Estate upon her now, and the whole when I dye. But provided she marries this Gentleman, else by St.Jago, I'll turn her out of Doors to beg or starve. Tell her this, Mr.Meanwell, pray do.
(Walks off.
SirGeo.Ha! this is beyond Expectation— Trust to me, Sir, I'll lay the dangerous Consequence of disobeying you at this Juncture before her, I warrant you.
Char.A sudden Joy runs thro' my Heart like a propitious Omen.
(Aside.
SirGeo.Come, Madam, do not blindly cast your Life away just in the Moment you would wish to have it.
Isab.Pray cease your Trouble, Sir, I have no Wish but sudden Death to free me from this hatedSpaniard. If you are his Friend inform him what I say; my Heart is given to another Youth, whom I love with the same strength of Passion that I hate thisDiego; with whom, if I am forc'd to wed, my own Hand shall cut the Gordian Knot.
SirGeo.Suppose thisSpaniardwhich you strive to shun should be the very Man to whom you'd flye?
Isab.Ha!
SirGeo.Would you not blame your rash Result, and curse those Eyes that would not look onCharles.
Isab.OnCharles!Oh you have inspir'd new Life, and collected every wandring Sense. Where is he? Oh! let me flye into his Arms.
(Rises.
SirGeo.Hold, hold, hold, 'Zdeath, Madam, you'll ruin all, your Father believes him to beSeignor Barbinetto. Compose your self a little, pray Madam.
(He runs to SirJealous.
Char.Her Eyes declare she knows me.
(Aside.
SirGeo.She begins to hear Reason, Sir, the fear of being turn'd out of Doors has done it.
(Runs back toIsabinda.
Isab.'Tis he, oh! my ravish'd Soul.
SirGeo.Take heed, Madam, you don't betray your self. Seem with Reluctance to consent, or you are undone,(runs to SirJealous,)speak gently to her, Sir, I'm sure she'll yield, I see it in her Face.
SirJeal.Well,Isabinda, can you refuse to bless a Father, whose only Care is to make you happy, as Mr.Meanwellhas inform'd you. Come, wipe thy Eyes; nay, prithee do, or thou wilt break thy Father's Heart; see thou bring'st theTears in mine to think of thy undutiful Carriage to me.
(Weeps.
Isab.Oh! do not weep, Sir, your Tears are like a Ponyard to my Soul; do with me what you please, I am all Obedience.
SirJeal.Ha! then thou art my Child agen.
SirGeo.'Tis done, and now Friend the Day's thy own.
Char.The happiest of my Life, if nothing Intervene.
SirJeal.And wilt thou love him?
Isab.I will endeavour it, Sir.
Enter Servant.
Serv.Sir, Here is Mr.Tackum.
SirJeal.Show him into the Parlour—Senior tome vind sueipora; cete Momenta les Junta les Manos.
(Gives her toCharles.
Char.Oh! transport—Senior yo la recibo Como se deve un Tesoro tan Grande.Oh! my Joy, my Life, my Soul.
(Embrace.
Isab.My Faithful everlasting Comfort.
SirJeal.Now, Mr.Meanwelllet's to the Parson,
Who, by his Art will join this Pair for Life,Make me the happiest Father, her the happiest Wife.
(Exit.
SCENEChanges to the Street before SirJealous's Door.
EnterMarplot, Solus.
Marpl.I have hunted all over the Town forCharles, but can't find him; and byWhisper's scouting at the End of the Street, I suspect he must be in this House again. I'm inform'd too that he has borrow'd aSpanishHabit out of thePlay-house. What can it mean?
Enter a Servant of SirJealous's to him, out of the House.
Hark'e, Sir, do you belong to this House?
Serv.Yes, Sir.
Marpl.Pray can you tell if there be a Gentleman in it inSpanishHabit?
Serv.There is aSpanishGentleman within, that is just a going to marry my young Lady, Sir.
Marpl.Are you sure he is aSpanishGentleman?
Serv.I'm sure he speaks noEnglish, that I hear of.
Marpl.Then that can't be him I want; for 'tis anEnglishGentleman, tho' I suppose he may be dress'd like aSpaniard, that I enquire after.
Serv.Ha! who knows but this may be an Impostor? I'll inform my Master; for if he shou'd be impos'd upon, he'll beat us all round.(Aside.)Pray, come in, Sir, and see if this be the Person you enquire for.
SCENEChanges tothe Inside the House.
EnterMarplot.
Marpl.So, this was a good Contrivance: If this beCharles, now will he wonder how I found him out.
Enter Servant andJealous.
SirJeal.What is your earnest Business, Blockhead, that you must speak with me before the Ceremony's past? Ha! who's this?
Serv.Why this Gentleman, Sir, wants another Gentleman inSpanishHabit, he says.
SirJeal.InSpanishHabit! 'tis some Friend of SeigniorDon Diego's, I warrant. Sir, I suppose you wou'd speak with SeigniorBarbinetto—
Marpl.Hy-day! what the Devil does he say now!— Sir, I don't understand you.
SirJeal.Don't you understandSpanish, Sir?
Marpl.Not I indeed, Sir.
SirJeal.I thought you had known SeigniorBarbinetto.
Marpl.Not I, upon my word, Sir.
SirJeal.What then you'd speak with his Friend, theEnglishMerchant, Mr.Meanwell.
Marpl.Neither, Sir; not I.
SirJeal.Why who are you then, Sir? and what do you want?
(In an angry Tone.
Marpl.Nay, nothing at all, not I, Sir. Pox on him! I wish I were out, he begins to exalt his Voice, I shall be beaten agen.
SirJeal.Nothing at all, Sir! Why then what Business have you in my House? ha?
Serv.You said you wanted a Gentleman inSpanishHabit.
Marpl.Why ay, but his Name is neitherBarbinettonorMeanwell.
SirJeal.What is his Name then, Sirrah, ha? Now I look at you agen, I believe you are the Rogue threaten'd me with half a DozenMirmidons— Speak, Sir, who is it you look for? or, or—
Marpl.A terrible old Dog!— Why, Sir, only an honest young Fellow of my Acquaintance— I thought that here might be a Ball, and that he might have been here in a Masquerade; 'tisCharles, SirFrancis Gripe's Son, because I know he us'd to come hither sometimes.
SirJeal.Did he so?— Not that I know of, I'm sure. Pray Heaven that this be DonDiego— If I shou'd be trick'd now— Ha! my Heart misgives me plaguily—within there! stop the Marriage— Run, Sirrah, call all my Servants! I'll be satisfy'd that this is SeigniorPedro's Son e're he has my Daughter.
Marpl.Ha, SirGeorge, what have I done now ?
Enter SirGeorgewith a drawn Sword between the Scenes.
SirGeo.Ha!Marplot, here— Oh the unlucky Dog—what's the matter, SirJealous?
SirJeal.Nay, I don't know the matter, Mr.Meanwell.
Marpl.Upon my Soul, SirGeorge—
(Going up to SirGeo.
SirJeal.Nay then, I'm betray'd, ruin'd, undone: Thieves, Traytors, Rogues!(Offers to go in.)Stop the Marriage, I say—
SirGeo.I say, go on Mr.Tackum— Nay, no Ent'ring here, I guard this Passage, old Gentleman; the Act and Deed were both your own, and I'll see 'em sign'd, or die for't.
Enter Servants.
SirJeal.A pox on the Act and Deed!— Fall on, knock him down.
SirGeo.Ay, come on, Scoundrils! I'll prick your Jackets for you.
SirJeal.Z'ounds, Sirrah, I'll be Reveng'd on you.
(BeatsMarplot.
SirGeo.Ay, there your Vengeance is due; Ha, ha.
Marpl.Why, what do you beat me for? I ha'nt marry'd your Daughter.
SirJeal.Rascals! why don't you knock him down?
Serv.We are afraid of his Sword, Sir; if you'll take that from him, we'll knock him down presently.
EnterCharlesandIsabinda.
SirJeal.Seize her then.
Char.Rascals, retire; she's my Wife, touch her if you dare, I'll make Dogs meat of you.
SirJeal.Ah! downrightEnglish:— Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Enter SirFrancis Gripe,Mirand,Patch,Scentwell, andWhisper.
SirFran.Into the House of Joy we Enter without knocking: Ha! I think 'tis the House of Sorrow, SirJealous.
SirJeal.Oh SirFrancis!are you come? What was this your Contrivance, to abuse, trick, and chouse me of my Child!
SirFran.My Contrivance! what do you mean?
SirJeal.No, you don't know your Son there inSpanishHabit.
SirFran.How! my Son inSpanishHabit. Sirrah, you'll come to be hang'd; get out of my sight, ye Dog! get out of my sight.
SirJeal.Get out of your sight, Sir! Get out with your Bags; let's see what you'll give him now to maintain my Daughter on.
SirFran.Give him! He shall be never the better for a Penny of mine—and you might have look'd after your Daughter better, SirJealous. Trick'd, quotha! Egad, I think you design'd to trick me: But look ye, Gentlemen, I believe I shall trick you both. This Lady is my Wife, do you see? And my Estate shall descend only to the Heirs of her Body.
SirGeo.Lawfully begotten by me— I shall be extremely oblig'd to you, SirFrancis.
SirFran.Ha, ha, ha, ha, poor SirGeorge!You see your Project was of no use. Does not your Hundred Pound stick in your Stomach? Ha, ha, ha.
SirGeo.No faith, SirFrancis, this Lady has given me a Cordial for that.
(Takes her by the Hand.
SirFran.Hold, Sir, you have nothing to say to this Lady.
SirGeo.Nor you nothing to do with my Wife, Sir.
SirFran.Wife, Sir!
Miran.Ay really,Guardian, 'tis even so. I hope you'll forgive my first Offence.
SirFran.What have you chous'd me out of my Consent, and your Writings then, Mistress, ha?
Miran.Out of nothing but my own,Guardian.
SirJeal.Ha, ha, ha, 'tis some Comfort at least to see you are over-reach'd as well as my self. Will you settle your Estate upon your Son now?
SirFran.He shall starve first.
Miran.That I have taken care to prevent. There, Sir, is the Writings of your Uncle'sEstate, which has been your due these three Years.
(GivesChar.Papers.
Char.I shall study to deserve this Favour.
SirFran.What have you robb'd me too, Mistress! Egad I'll make you restore 'em.— Huswife, I will so.
SirJeal.Take care I don't make you pay the Arrears, Sir. 'Tis well it's no worse, since 'tis no better. Come, young Man, seeing thou hast out-witted me, take her, and Bless you both.
Char.I hope, Sir, you'll bestow your Blessing too, 'tis all I'll ask.
(Kneels.
SirFran.Confound you all!
(Exit.
Marpl.Mercy upon us! how he looks!
SirGeo.Ha, ha, ne'er mind his Curses,Charles; thou'lt thrive not one jot the worse for 'em. Since this Gentleman is reconcil'd, we are all made happy.
SirJeal.I always lov'd Precaution, and took care to avoid Dangers. But when a thing was past, I ever had Philosophy to be easie.
Char.Which is the true sign of a great Soul: I lov'd your Daughter, and she me, and you shall have no reason to repent her Choice.
Isab.You will not blame me, Sir, for loving my own Country best.
Marpl.So here's every Body happy, I find, but poorPilgarlick. I wonder what Satisfaction I shall have, for being cuff'd, kick'd, and beaten in your Service.
SirJeal.I have been a little too familiar with you, as things are fallen out; but since there's no help for't, you must forgive me.
Marpl.Egad I think so— But provided that you be not so familiar for the future.
SirGeo.Thou hast been an unlucky Rogue.
Marpl.But very honest.
Char.That I'll vouch for; and freely forgive thee.
SirGeo.And I'll do you one piece of Service more,Marplot, I'll take care that SirFrancismake you Master of your Estate.
Marpl.That will make me as happy as any of you.
Patch.Your humble Servant begs leave to remind you, Madam.
Isab.Sir, I hope you'll give me leave to takePatchinto favour again.
SirJeal.Nay, let your Husband look to that, I have done with my Care.
Char.Her own Liberty shall always oblige me. Here's no Body but honestWhisperand Mrs.Scentwellto be provided for now. It shall be left to their Choice to Marry, or keep their Services.
Whisp.Nay then, I'll stick to my Master.
Scentw.Coxcomb! and I prefer my Lady before a Footman.
SirJeal.Hark, I hear Musick, the Fidlers smell a Wedding. What say you, young Fellows, will ye have a Dance?
SirGeo.Withall my Heart; call'em in.
A DANCE.
SirJeal.Now let us in and refresh our selves with a chearful Glass, in which we'll bury all Animosities: And
By my Example let all Parents move,And never strive to cross their Childrens Love;But still submit that Care to Providence above.
FINIS
are pleased to announce thatTHE WILLIAM ANDREWS CLARK MEMORIAL LIBRARYof The University of California, Los Angeles
will become the publisher of the Augustan Reprints in May, 1949. The editorial policy of the Society will continue unchanged. As in the past, the editors will strive to furnish members inexpensive reprints of rare seventeenth and eighteenth century works.
Transcriber's Note:Many of the listed titles are or will be available from Project Gutenberg. Where possible, a link to the e-text is given.
Publications for the fourth year (1949-1950)
(At least six items will be printed in the main from the following list)
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PUBLICATIONS OF THE AUGUSTAN REPRINT SOCIETY
First Year (1946-1947)
1.Richard Blackmore'sEssay upon Wit(1716), and Addison'sFreeholderNo. 45 (1716). (I, 1)
2.Samuel Cobb'sOf PoetryandDiscourse on Criticism(1707). (II, 1)
3.Letter to A.H. Esq.; concerning the Stage(1698), and Richard Willis'Occasional Paper No. IX(1698). (III, 1)
4.Essay on Wit(1748), together with Characters by Flecknoe, and Joseph Warton'sAdventurerNos. 127 and 133. (I, 2)
5. Samuel Wesley'sEpistle to a Friend Concerning Poetry(1700) andEssay on Heroic Poetry(1693). (II, 2)
6.Representation of the Impiety and Immorality of the Stage(1704) andSome Thoughts Concerning the Stage(1704). (III, 2)
Second Year (1947-1948)
7.John Gay'sThe Present State of Wit(1711); and a section on Wit fromThe English Theophrastus(1702). (I, 3)
8.Rapin'sDe Carmine Pastorali, translated by Creech (1684). (II, 3)
9.T. Hanmer's (?)Some Remarks on the Tragedy of Hamlet(1736). (III, 3)
10.Corbyn Morris'Essay towards Fixing the True Standards of Wit, etc.(1744). (I, 4)
11.Thomas Purney'sDiscourse on the Pastoral(1717). (II, 4)
12.Essays on the Stage, selected, with an Introduction by Joseph Wood Krutch. (III, 4)
Third Year (1948-1949)
13.Sir John Falstaff (pseud.),The Theatre(1720). (IV, 1)
14.Edward Moore'sThe Gamester(1753). (V, 1)
15. John Oldmixon'sReflections on Dr. Swift's Letter to Harley(1712); and Arthur Mainwaring'sThe British Academy(1712). (VI, 1)
16.Nevil Payne'sFatal Jealousy(1673). (V, 2)
17.Nicholas Rowe'sSome Account of the Life of Mr. William Shakespear(1709). (Extra Series, 1)
18.Aaron Hill's Preface toThe Creation; and Thomas Brereton's Preface toEsther. (IV, 2)