Chapter 4

Lady Darling'sHouse.EnterLady DarlingandAngelica.

Lady D.Daughter, since you have to deal with a man of so peculiar a temper, you must not think the general arts of love can secure him; you may therefore allow such a courtier some encouragement extraordinary, without reproach to your modesty.

Ang.I am sensible, madam, that a formal nicety makes our modesty sit awkward, and appears rather a chain to enslave, than a bracelet to adorn us; it should show, when unmolested, easy and innocent as a dove, but strong and vigorous as a falcon, when assaulted.

Lady D.I'm afraid, daughter, you mistake Sir Harry's gaiety for dishonour.

Ang.Though modesty, madam, may wink, it must not sleep, when powerful enemies are abroad. I must confess, that, of all men's, I would not see Sir Harry Wildair's faults.

Lady D.You must certainly be mistaken, Angelica; for I'm satisfied Sir Harry's designs are only to court and marry you.

Ang.His pretence, perhaps, was such. Pray, madam, by what means were you made acquainted with his designs?

Lady D.Means, child! Why, my cousin Vizard, who, I'm sure, is your sincere friend, sent him. He brought me this letter from my cousin.

[Gives her the Letter, which she opens.

Ang.Ha! Vizard!—then I'm abused in earnest—Would Sir Harry, by his instigation, fix a base affront upon me? No, I can't suspect him of so ungenteel a crime—This letter shall trace the truth. [Aside.]—My suspicions, madam, are much cleared; and I hope to satisfy your ladyship in my management, when I next see Sir Harry.

EnterServant.

Serv.Madam, here's a gentleman below, calls himself Wildair.

Lady D.Conduct him up. [ExitServant.] Daughter, I won't doubt your discretion.

[ExitLady Darling.

EnterSir Harry Wildair.

Sir H.Oh, the delights of love and Burgundy!—Madam, I have toasted your ladyship fifteen bumpers successively, and swallowed Cupids like loches to every glass.

Ang.And what then, sir?

Sir H.Why, then, madam, the wine has got into my head, and the Cupids into my heart; and unless, by quenching quick my flame, you kindly ease the smart, I'm a lost man, madam.

Ang.Drunkenness, Sir Harry, is the worst pretence a gentleman can make for rudeness; for the excuse is as scandalous as the fault. Therefore, pray consider who you are so free with, sir; a woman of condition, that can call half a dozen footmen upon occasion.

Sir H.Nay, madam, if you have a mind to toss me in a blanket, half a dozen chambermaids would do better service. Come, come, madam; though the wine makes me lisp, yet it has taught me to speak plainer. By all the dust of my ancient progenitors, I must this night rest in your arms.

Ang.Nay, then——who waits there?

EnterFootmen.

Take hold of that madman, and bind him.

Sir H.Nay, then, Burgundy's the word; slaughter will ensue. Hold—Do you know, scoundrels, that I have been drinking victorious Burgundy?[Draws.

Servants.We know you're drunk, sir.

Sir H.Then how have you the impudence, rascals, to assault a gentleman with a couple of flasks of courage in his head?

Servants.We must do as our young mistress commands us.

Sir H.Nay, then, have among ye, dogs! [Throws Money among them; they scramble and take it up: he pelting them out, shuts the Door, and returns.] Rascals, poltroons!—I have charmed the dragon, and now the fruit's my own. I have put the whole army to flight; and now I'll take the general prisoner.

[Laying hold on her.

Ang.I conjure you, sir, by the sacred name of Honour, by your dead father's name, and the fair reputation of your mother's chastity, that you offer not the least offence. Already you have wronged me past redress.

Sir H.Thou art the most unaccountable creature——

Ang.What madness, Sir Harry, what wild dream of loose desire, could prompt you to attempt this baseness?—View me well——the brightness of my mind, methinks, should lighten outwards, and let you see your mistake in my behaviour.

Sir H.[Mimicking.] Tal tidum, tidum, tal ti didi didum. A million to one, now, but this girl is just come flush from reading the Rival Queens——'Egad, I'll at her in her own cant—Oh, my Statira! Oh, my angry dear! turn thy eyes on me—behold thy beau in buskins.

Ang.Behold me, sir; view me with a sober thought, free from those fumes of wine that throw a mist before your sight, and you shall find that every glance from my reproaching eyes is armed with sharp resentment, and with a virtuous pride that looks dishonour dead.

Sir H.This is the first whore in heroics that I have met with. [Aside.] Lookye, madam, as to that slender particular of your virtue, we sha'n't quarrel about it; you may be as virtuous as any woman in England, if you please. But, pray, madam, be pleased to consider, what is this same virtue that you make such a mighty noise about—Can your virtue keep you a coach and six? No, no; your virtuous women walk on foot.—Can your virtue stake for you at picquet? No. Then what business has a woman with virtue? Come, come, madam, I offered you fifty guineas; there's a hundred——The devil!—virtuous still!—Why, it is a hundred, five score, a hundred guineas.

Ang.Oh, indignation! Were I a man, you durst not use me thus. But the mean, poor abuse you throw on me, reflects upon yourself: our sex still strikes an awe upon the brave, and only cowards dare affront a woman.

Sir H.Affront! 'Sdeath, madam, a hundred guineas will set you up a bank at basset; a hundred guineas will furnish out your closet with china; a hundred guineas will give you an air of quality; a hundred guineas will buy you a rich cabinet for your billet-doux, or a fine Common Prayer Book for your virtue; a hundred guineas will buy a hundred fine things, and fine things are for fine ladies, and fine ladies are for fine gentlemen, and fine gentlemen are——'Egad, this Burgundy makes a man speak like an angel——Come, come, madam, take it, and put it to what use you please.

Ang.I'll use it as I would the base unworthy giver, thus——

[Throws down the Purse, and stamps upon it.

Sir H.I have no mind to meddle in state affairs; but these women will make me a parliament-man in spite of my teeth, on purpose to bring in a bill against their extortion. She tramples under foot that deity which all the world adores—Oh, the blooming pride of beautiful eighteen!—Pshaw!—I'll talk to her no longer; I'll make my market with the old gentlewoman; she knows business better——[Goes to the Door.]—Here, you, friend: pray, desire the old lady to walk in——Harkye, 'egad, madam, I'll tell your mother.

EnterLady Darling.

Lady D.Well, Sir Harry, and how d'ye like my daughter, pray?

Sir H.Like her, madam!—Harkye, will you take it?—Why, 'faith, madam—Take the money, I say, or, 'egad, all's out.

Ang.All shall out—Sir, you are a scandal to the name of gentleman.

Sir H.With all my heart, madam—In short, madam, your daughter has used me somewhat too familiarly, though I have treated her like a woman of quality.

Lady D.How, sir?

Sir H.Why, madam, I have offered her a hundred guineas.

Lady D.A hundred guineas! Upon what score?

Sir H.Upon what score! Lord, lord, how these old women love to hear bawdy!—Why, 'faith, madam, I have never adouble entendreready at present; but I suppose you know upon what score.

Ang.Hold, sir, stop your abusive tongue, too loose for modest ears to hear——Madam, I did before suspect, that his designs were base, now they're too plain; this knight, this mighty man of wit and humour, is made a tool to a knave—Vizard has sent him on a bully's errand, to affront a woman; but I scorn the abuse, and him that offered it.

Lady D.How, sir, come to affront us! D'ye know who we are, sir?

Sir H.Know who you are! Why, your daughter there, is Mr. Vizard's—cousin, I suppose. And for you, madam—I suppose your ladyship to be one of those civil, obliging, discreet old gentlewomen, who keep their visiting days for the entertainment of their presenting friends, whom they treat with imperial tea, a private room, and a pack of cards. Now I suppose you do understand me.

Lady D.This is beyond sufferance! But say, thou abusive man, what injury have you ever received from me, or mine, thus to engage you in this scandalous aspersion.

Ang.Yes, sir, what cause, what motives could induce you thus to debase yourself below your rank?

Sir H.Heyday! Now, dear Roxana, and you, my fair Statira, be not so very heroic in your style: Vizard's letter may resolve you, and answer all the impertinent questions you have made me.

Lady D. and Ang.We appeal to that.

Sir H.And I'll stand to't; he read it to me, and the contents were pretty plain, I thought.

Ang.Here, sir, peruse it, and see how much we are injured, and you deceived.

Sir H.[Opening the Letter.] But hold, madam, [ToLady Darling.] before I read I'll make some condition:—Mr. Vizard says here, that I won't scruple thirty or forty pieces. Now, madam, if you have clapped in another cypher to the account, and made it three or four hundred, 'egad I'll not stand to't.

Lady D.The letter, sir, shall answer you.

Sir H.Well then—[Reads.]Out of my earnest inclination to serve your ladyship, and my cousin Angelica—Ay, ay, the very words, I can say it by heart—I have sent Sir Harry Wildair to—What the devil's this?—Sent Sir Harry Wildair to court my cousin—He read to me quite a different thing—He's a gentleman of great parts and fortune—He's a son of a whore, and a rascal—And would make your daughter very happy[Whistles.]in a husband.——[Looks foolish, and hums a Song.]—Oh! poor Sir Harry, what have thy angry stars designed?

Ang.Now, sir, I hope you need no instigation to redress our wrongs, since even the injury points the way.

Lady D.Think, sir, that our blood for many generations has run in the purest channel of unsullied honour.

Sir H.Ay, madam.[Bows to her.

Ang.Consider what a tender flower is woman's reputation, which the least air of foul detraction blasts.

Sir H.Yes, madam.[Bows to the other.

Lady D.Call then to mind your rude and scandalous behaviour.

Sir H.Right, madam.[Bows again.

Ang.Remember the base price you offered me.[Exit.

Sir H.Very true, madam. Was ever man so catechized?

Lady D.And think that Vizard,—villain Vizard,—caused all this, yet lives: that's all: farewell.

Sir H.Stay, madam, [ToLady Darling.] one word; is there no other way to redress your wrongs, but by fighting?

Lady D.Only one, sir; which, if you can think of, you may do: you know the business I entertained you for.

Sir H.I understand you, madam. [ExitLady Darling.] Here am I brought to a very pretty dilemma. I must commit murder, or commit matrimony; which is the best now? a license from Doctors' Commons, or a sentence from the Old Bailey?—If I kill my man, the law hangs me; if I marry my woman, I shall hang myself.——But, damn it—cowards dare fight:—I'll marry, that's the most daring action of the two.Exit.

Newgate.Clincher Senior,solus.

Clinch. sen.How severe and melancholy are Newgate reflections! Last week my father died; yesterday I turned beau; to-day I am laid by the heels, and to-morrow shall be hung by the neck.——I was agreeing with a bookseller about printing an account of my journey through France and Italy; but now the history of my travels must be through Holborn, to Tyburn.—"The last dying speech of Beau Clincher, that was going to the Jubilee—Come, a halfpenny a-piece."—A sad sound, a sad sound, 'faith! 'Tis one way to make a man's death make a great noise in the world.

EnterTom Errand.

A reprieve! a reprieve! thou dear, dear—damned rogue. Where have you been? Thou art the most welcome—son of a whore; where's my clothes?

Tom.Sir, I see where mine are. Come, sir, strip, sir, strip.

Clinch. sen.Sir, you cannot master me, for I am twenty thousand strong.

[Exeunt, struggling.

Lady Darling'sHouse.EnterSir H. Wildair,with Cards;Servantsfollowing.

Sir H.Here, fly all around, and bear these as directed; you to Westminster, you to St. James's, and you into the city. Tell all my friends, a bridegroom's joy invites their presence. Tell them, I am married. If any ask to whom, make no reply; but tell them, that I am married; that joy shall crown the day, and love the night. Begone, fly.

EnterColonel Standard.

A thousand welcomes, friend; my pleasure's now complete, since I can share it with my friend: brisk joy shall bound from me to you; then back again; and, like the sun, grow warmer by reflection.

Colonel S.You are always pleasant, Sir Harry; but this transcends yourself: whence proceeds it?

Sir H.Canst thou not guess, my friend? Whence flows all earthly joy? What is the life of man, and soul of pleasure? Woman.——What fires the heart with transport, and the soul with raptures?—Lovely woman——What is the master-stroke and smile of the creation, but charming, virtuous woman?—Methinks, my friend, you relish not my joy. What is the cause?

Colonel S.Canst thou not guess?—What is the bane of man, and scourge of life, but woman?—What is the heathenish idol man sets up, and is damned for worshipping? Treacherous woman.—Woman, whose composition inverts humanity; their bodies heavenly, but their souls are clay.

Sir H.Come, come, colonel, this is too much: I know your wrongs received from Lurewell may excuse your resentment against her. But it is unpardonable to charge the failings of a single woman upon the whole sex. I have found one, whose virtues——

Colonel S.So have I, Sir Harry; I have found one whose pride's above yielding to a prince. And if lying, dissembling, perjury, and falsehood, be no breaches in a woman's honour, she is as innocent as infancy.

Sir H.Well, colonel, I find your opinion grows stronger by opposition; I shall now, therefore, wave the argument, and only beg you for this day to make a show of complaisance at least.—Here comes my charming bride.

EnterLady DarlingandAngelica.

Colonel S.[SalutingAngelica.] I wish you, madam, all the joys of love and fortune.

EnterClincher Junior.

Clinch. jun.Gentlemen and ladies, I'm just upon the spur, and have only a minute to take my leave.

Sir H.Whither are you bound, sir?

Clinch. jun.Bound, sir! I'm going to the Jubilee, sir.

Lady D.Bless me, cousin! how came you by these clothes?

Clinch. jun.Clothes! ha! ha! ha! the rarest jest! ha! ha! ha! I shall burst, by Jupiter Ammon—I shall burst.

Lady D.What's the matter, cousin?

Clinch. jun.The matter! ha! ha! Why, an honest porter, ha! ha! ha! has knocked out my brother's brains—ha! ha! ha!

Sir H.A very good jest, i'faith—ha! ha! ha!

Clinch. jun.Ay, sir; but the best jest of all is, he knocked out his brains with a hammer—and so he is as dead as a door-nail! ha! ha! ha!

Lady D.And do you laugh, wretch?

Clinch. jun.Laugh! ha! ha! ha! let me see e'er a younger brother in England, that won't laugh at such a jest!

Ang.You appeared a very sober, pious gentleman, some hours ago.

Clinch. jun.Pshaw! I was a fool then; but now, madam, I'm a wit; I can rake now. As for your part, madam, you might have had me once; but now, madam, if you should fall to eating chalk, or gnawing the sheets, it is none of my fault. Now, madam, I have got an estate, and I must go to the Jubilee.

EnterClincher Senior,in a Blanket.

Clinch. sen.Must you so, rogue—must ye? You will go to the Jubilee, will you?

Clinch. jun.A ghost! a ghost! send for the Dean and Chapter presently.

Clinch. sen.A ghost! No, no, sirrah! I'm an elder brother, rogue.

Clinch. jun.I don't care a farthing for that; I'm sure you're dead in law.

Clinch. sen.Why so, sirrah—why so?

Clinch. jun.Because, sir, I can get a fellow to swear he knocked out your brains.

Sir H.An odd way of swearing a man out of his life!

Clinch. jun.Smell him, gentlemen, he has a deadly scent about him.

Clinch. sen.Truly, the apprehensions of death may have made me savour a little. O lord! the Colonel! The apprehension of him may make the savour worse, I'm afraid.

Clinch. jun.In short, sir, were you a ghost, or brother, or devil, I will go to the Jubilee, by Jupiter Ammon.

Colonel S.Go to the Jubilee! go to the bear-garden. Get you to your native plough and cart; converse with animals like yourself, sheep and oxen: men are creatures you don't understand.

Enter aServant,who whispersWildair.

Sir H.Let them alone, colonel, their folly will be now diverting. Come, gentlemen, we'll dispute this point some other time.—Madam, shall I beg you to entertain the company in the next room for a moment?

[ToLady Darling.

Lady D.With all my heart——Come, gentlemen.

[Exeunt all butWildair.

Sir H.A lady to inquire for me! Who can this be?

EnterLady Lurewell.

Oh, madam, this favour is beyond my expectation—to come uninvited to dance at my wedding.——What d'ye gaze at, madam?

Lady L.A monster—if thou'rt married, thou'rt the most perjured wretch that e'er avouch'd deceit.

Sir H.Heyday! Why, madam, I'm sure I never swore to marry you: I made, indeed, a slight promise, upon condition of your granting me a small favour; but you would not consent, you know.

Lady L.How he upbraids me with my shame!—Can you deny your binding vows, when this appears a witness against your falsehood! [Shows a Ring.] Methinks the motto of this sacred pledge should flash confusion in your guilty face—Read, read here the binding words of love and honour—words not unknown to your perfidious tongue, though utter strangers to your treacherous heart.

Sir H.The woman's stark staring mad, that's certain.

Lady L.Was it maliciously designed to let me find my misery when past redress? To let me know you, only to know you false? Had not cursed chance showed me the motto, I had been happy: the first knowledge I had of you was fatal to me—and this second, worse.

Sir H.What the devil is all this! Madam, I'm not at leisure for raillery at present, I have weighty affairs upon my hands: the business of pleasure, madam: any other time——[Going.

Lady L.Stay, I conjure you, stay.

Sir H.'Faith, I can't, my bride expects me; but harkye, when the honey-moon is over, about a month or two hence, I may do you a small favour.[Exit.

Lady L.Grant me some wild expressions, Heavens, or I shall burst. Woman's weakness, man's falsehood, my own shame, and love's disdain, at once swell up my breast——Words, words, or I shall burst.[Going.

EnterColonel Standard.

Colonel S.Stay, madam, you need not shun my sight; for if you are perfect woman, you have confidence to outface a crime, and bear the charge of guilt without a blush.

Lady L.The charge of guilt! what, making a fool of you? I've done it, and glory in the act: dissembling to the prejudice of men, is virtue; and every look, or sign, or smile, or tear that can deceive, is meritorious.

Colonel S.Very pretty principles, truly. If there be truth in woman, 'tis now in thee. Come, madam, you know that you're discovered, and, being sensible that you cannot escape, you would now turn to bay. That ring, madam, proclaims you guilty.

Lady L.O monster, villain, perfidious villain! Has he told you?

Colonel S.I'll tell it you, and loudly too.

Lady L.O, name it not——Yet, speak it out, 'tis so just a punishment for putting faith in man, that I will bear it all. Speak now, what his busy scandal, and your improving malice, both dare utter.

Colonel S.Your falsehood can't be reached by malice nor by satire; your actions are the justest libel on your fame; your words, your looks, your tears, I did believe in spite of common fame. Nay, 'gainst mine own eyes, I still maintained your truth. I imagined Wildair's boasting of your favours to be the pure result of his own vanity: at last he urged your taking presents of him; as a convincing proof of which, you yesterday from him received that ring, which ring, that I might be sure he gave it, I lent him for that purpose.

Lady L.Ha! you lent it him for that purpose!

Colonel S.Yes, yes, madam, I lent it him for that purpose——No denying it—I know it well, for I have worn it long, and desire it now, madam, to restore it to the just owner.

Lady L.The just owner! Think, sir, think but of what importance 'tis to own it: if you have love and honour in your soul, 'tis then most justly yours; if not, you are a robber, and have stolen it basely.

Colonel S.Ha! your words, like meeting flints, have struck a light, to show me something strange ——But tell me instantly, is not your real name Manly?

Lady L.Answer me first: did not you receive this ring about twelve years ago?

Colonel S.I did.

Lady L.And were not you about that time entertained two nights at the house of Sir Oliver Manly, in Oxfordshire?

Colonel S.I was! I was! [Runs to her, and embraces her.] The blest remembrance fires my soul with transport——I know the rest——you are the charming she, and I the happy man.

Lady L.How has blind fortune stumbled on the right? But where have you wandered since?—'Twas cruel to forsake me.

Colonel S.The particulars of my fortune are too tedious now: but to discharge myself from the stain of dishonour, I must tell you, that immediately upon my return to the university, my elder brother and I quarrelled: my father, to prevent farther mischief, posts me away to travel: I wrote to you from London, but fear the letter came not to your hands.

Lady L.I never had the least account of you by letter, or otherwise.

Colonel S.Three years I lived abroad, and at my return, found you were gone out of the kingdom, though none could tell me whither: missing you thus, I went to Flanders, served my king till the peace commenced; then fortunately going on board at Amsterdam, one ship transported us both to England. At the first sight I loved, though ignorant of the hidden cause——You may remember, madam, that, talking once of marriage, I told you I was engaged—to your dear self I meant.

Lady L.Then men are still most generous and brave—and, to reward your truth, an estate of three thousand pounds a year waits your acceptance; and, if I can satisfy you in my past conduct, I shall expect the honourable performance of your promise, and that you will stay with me in England.

Colonel S.Stay—Nor fame, nor glory e'er shall part us more. My honour can be no where more concerned than here.

EnterSir H. WildairandAngelica.

Oh, Sir Harry! Fortune has acted miracles to-day: the story's strange and tedious, but all amounts to this—that woman's mind is charming as her person, and I am made a convert too to beauty.

Sir H.I wanted only this, to make my pleasure perfect.

EnterSmuggler.

Smug.So, gentlemen and ladies, I'm glad to find you so merry; is my gracious nephew among ye?

Sir H.Sir, he dares not show his face among such honourable company; for your gracious nephew is—

Smug.What, sir? Have a care what you say.

Sir H.A villain, sir.

Smug.With all my heart. I'll pardon you the beating me, for that very word. And pray, Sir Harry, when you see him next, tell him this news from me, that I have disinherited him—that I will leave him as poor as a disbanded quarter-master.—Oh, Sir Harry, he is as hypocritical——

Lady L.As yourself, Mr. Alderman. How fares my good old nurse, pray, sir?——Come, Mr. Alderman, for once let a woman advise:—Would you be thought an honest man, banish covetousness, that worst gout of age: avarice is a poor pilfering quality, of the soul, and will, as certainly cheat, as a thief would steal. Would you be thought a reformer of the times, be less severe in your censures, less rigid in your precepts, and more strict in your example.

Sir H.Right, madam, virtue flows freer from imitation than compulsion; of which, colonel, your conversion and mine, are just examples.

In vain are musty morals taught in schools,By rigid teachers, and as rigid rules,Where virtue with a frowning aspect stands,And frights the pupil from its rough commandsBut woman——Charming woman can true converts make,We love the precept for the teacher's sake.Virtue in them appears so bright, so gay,We hear with transport, and with pride obey.[Exeunt omnes.THE END.

TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE

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