Hau.Ah, ah, do not name a Storm to me, unless thou wilt have the Effects on’t in thy Face.[Drinks.Gload.Sha, sha, bear up, Sir, bear up.Hau.Salerimente, a Sea-phrase too! Why, ye Rascal, I tell you I can indure nothing that puts me in mind of that Element.[Drinks.Gload.The Sight ofDonna Euphemiawill—[Gloaddrinks between whiles too.Hau.Hold, hold, let me consider whether I can indure to hear her nam’d or not; for I think I am so thorowly mortify’d, I shall hardly relish Woman-kind again this—two Hours.[Drinks.Gload.You a Man of Courage, and talk thus!Hau.Courage! Why, what dost thou call Courage?—Hectorhimself would not have chang’d his ten Years Siege for our ten Days Storm at Sea—a Storm—a hundred thousand fighting Men are nothing to’t; Cities sackt by Fire nothing: ’tis a resistless Coward that attacks a Man at disadvantage; an unaccountable Magick, that first conjures down a Man’s Courage, and then plays the Devil over him. And in fine, it is a Storm—Gload.Good lack that it should be all these terrible things, and yet that we should outbrave it.Hau.No god-a-mercyto our Couragestho, I tell you that now,Gload; but like an angry Wench, when it had huft and bluster’d it self weary, it lay still again.[Drinks.Gload.Hold, hold, Sir, you know we are to make Visits to Ladies, Sir; and this replenishing of our Spirits, as you call it, Sir, may put us out of Case.Hau.Thou art a Fool, I never made love so well as when I was drunk; it improves my Parts, and makes me witty; that is, it makes me say any thing that comes next, whichpasses now-a-days for Wit: and when I am very drunk, I’ll home and dress me, and the Devil’s in’t if she resist me so qualify’d and so dress’d.Gload.Truly, Sir, those are things that do not properly belong to you.Hau.Your Reason, your Reason; we shall have thee witty too in thy Drink, hah![Laughs.Gload.Why, I say, Sir, none but a Cavalier ought to be soundly drunk, or wear a Sword and Feather; and a Cloke and Band were fitter for a Merchant.Hau.Salerimente, I’ll beat anyDoninSpainthat does but think he has more right to any sort of Debauchery, or Gallantry than I, I tell you that now,Gload.Gload.Do you remember, Sir, how you were wont to go at home? when instead of a Periwig, you wore a slink, greasy Hair of your own, thro which a pair of large thinSousesappear’d, to support a formal Hat, on end thus—[Imitates him.Hau.Ha, ha, ha, the Rogue improves upon’t.[Gives him Brandy.Gload.A Collar instead of a Cravat twelve inches high; with a blue, stiff, starcht, lawn Band, set in print like your Whiskers; a Doublet with small Skirts hookt to a pair of wide-kneed Breeches, which dangled halfwayover a Leg, all to be dash’d and dirty’d as high as the gartering.Hau.Ha, ha, ha, very well, proceed.[Drinks.Gload.Your Hands, defil’d with counting of damn’d dirty Money, never made other use of Gloves, than continually to draw them thro—thus—till they were dwindled into the scantling of a Cats-gut.Hau.Ha, ha, ha, a pleasant Rascal.[Drinks.Gload.A Cloke, half a yard shorter than the Breeches, not thorow lin’d, but fac’d as far as ’twas turn’d back, with a pair of frugalButter-hams, which was always manag’d—thus—Hau.Well, Sir, have you done, that I may show you this Merchant revers’d?Gload.Presently, Sir; only a little touch at your Debauchery, which unless it be in damn’d Brandy, you dare not go to the Expence of. Perhaps at a Wedding, or some Treat where your Purse is not concern’d, you would most insatiably tipple; otherwise your two Stivers-Club is the highest you dare go, where you will be condemn’d for a Prodigal, (even by your own Conscience) if you add two more extraordinary to the Sum, and at home sit in the Chimney-Corner, cursing the Face of Dukede Alvaupon the Jugs, for laying an Imposition on Beer: And now, Sir, I have done.Hau.And dost thou not know, when one of those thou hast described, goes but half a League out of Town, that he is so transform’d from the Merchant to the Gallant in all Points, that his own Parents, nay the Devil himself cannot know him? Not a young English Squire newly come to an Estate, above the management of his Wit, has better Horses, gayer Clothes, swears, drinks, and does every thing with a better grace than he; damns the stingy Cabal of the two Stiver-Club, and puts the young King ofSpainand his Mistress togetherina Rummer of a Pottle; and in pure Gallantry breaks the Glasses over his Head, scorning to drink twice in the same: and a thousand things full as heroick and brave I cou’d tell you of this same Holy-day Squire. But come, t’other turn, and t’other sope, and then forDonna Euphemia. For I find I begin to be reconcil’d to the Sex.Gload.But, Sir, if I might advise, let’s e’en sleep first.Hau.Away, you Fool, I hate the sober Spanish way of making Love, that’s unattended with Wine and Musick; give me a Wench that will out-drink the Dutch, out-dance the French, and out—out—kiss the English.Gload.Sir,that’s not the FashioninSpain.Hau.Hang the Fashion;I’ll manage herthat must be my Wife, as I please, or I’ll beat her into Fashion.Gload.What, beat a Woman, Sir?Hau.Sha, all’s one for that; if I am provok’d, Anger will have its Effects on whomsoe’er it light; so saidVan Trump, when he took his Mistress a Cuff o’th’ Ear for finding fault with an ill-fashion’d Leg he made her: I lik’d his Humour well, therefore come thy ways.[Exeunt.Scene III.Draws off. A Grove.DiscoversAntoniosleeping on the Ground;Hippolytasitting by, who sings.Ah falseAmyntas, can that HourSo soon forgotten be,When first I yielded up my PowerTo be betray’d by thee?God knows with how much InnocenceI did my Heart resignUnto thy faithless Eloquence,And gave thee what was mine.I had not one Reserve in store,But at thy Feet I laidThose Arms which conquer’d heretofore,Tho now thy Trophies made.Thy Eyes in silence told their TaleOf Love in such a way,That ’twas as easy to prevail,As after to betray.[She comes forth, weeps.Hip.My Grief’s too great to be diverted this way.[Pointing toAntonio.Why should this Villain sleep, this treacherous Man—Who has for ever robb’d me of my rest?Had I but kept my Innocence intire,I had out-brav’d my Fate, and broke my Chains,Which now I bear like a poor guilty Slave,Who sadly crys, If I were free from these,I am not from my Crimes; so still lives on,And drags his loathed Fetters after him.Why should I fear to die, or murder him?It is but adding one Sin more to th’ number.This—would soon do’t—but where’s the Hand to guide it?[Draws a Dagger, sighs.For ’tis an act too horrid for a Woman.[Turns away.But yet thus sleeping I might take that Soul,[Turns to him.Which waking all the Charms of Art and NatureHad not the Power t’effect.Oh were I brave, I could remember that,And this way be the Mistress of his Heart.But mine forbids it should be that way won;No, I must still love on, in spite of me,And wake him quickly, lest one Moment’s thoughtUpon my Shame should urge me to undo him.Antonio,Antonio.[He wakes, rises, and looks amazedly to see the Dagger in her Hand.Ant.Vile Woman, why that Dagger in that Hand?Hip.To’ve kill’d thee with,But that my Love o’ercame my juster Passion,And put it in thy Power to save thy self;Thank that, and not my Reason for thy Life.Ant.She’s doubly arm’d, with that and Injury,And I am wounded and defenceless.[Aside.Hippolyta, why all this Rage to me?[Kindly smiles.Hip.Antonio, thou art perjur’d, false and base.[In great Rage.Ant.What said my fairest Mistress?[Goes to her looking softly.Hip.I said that thou wert perjur’d, false and base.[Less in Rage.Ant.My dearHippolyta, speak it again,I do not understand thee,[Takes her by the Hand.Hip.I said that thou wert perjur’d, myAntonio.[Sighs.Ant.Thou wert to blame, but ’twas thy Jealousy.Which being a Fault of Love I will excuse.Give me that Mark of Anger, prithee do,It misbecomes thy Hand.Hip.I’ve nothing left but this I can command,And do not ravish this too.Ant.It is unkind thus to suspect my Love;Will you make no Allowance for my Humour?I am by Nature rough, and cannot please,With Eyes and Words all soft as others can,But I can love as truly my blunt way.Hip.You were so soft when first you conquer’d me.[Sighs.That but the Thoughts of that dear Face and Eyes,So manag’d, and so set for Conquest out,Would make me kind even to another Man;Could I but thus imbrace and hide my Eyes,And call him myAntonio.[She leans on his Bosom, he the while gets her Dagger.Ant.Stand off, false Woman, I despise thy Love,Of which to every Man I know thou deal’stAn equal share.Hip.I do not wonder that I am deceiv’d,But that I should believe thee, after all thy Treachery.But prithee tell me why thou treat’st me thus?Why didst thou with the sacred Vows of Marriage,After a long and tedious Courtship to me,Ravish me from my Parents and my Husband?For so the braveAlonzowas by promise.Ant.Why, I will tell thee; ’twas not love to thee,But hatred to thy Brother DonMarcel,Who made Addresses to the fairClarinda,And by his Quality destroy’d my Hopes.Hip.And durst you not revenge your self on him?Ant.His Life alone could not appease my Anger;And after studying what I had to do—Hip.The Devil taught thee this.Ant.Yes, and you I chose,Because you were contracted toAlonzo,That the disgrace might be more eminent.Hip.I do believe thee, for when I reflectOn all thy Usage since thou hast betray’d me,I find thou hast not paid me back one Sigh,Or Smile for all that I have given thee.Ant.Hear me out.Hip.Most calmly.Ant.From Town to Town you know I did remove you,Under pretence to shun your Brother’s Anger:But ’twas indeed to spread your Fame abroad.But being not satisfy’d till inMadrid,Here in your native Town, I had proclaim’d you;The House from whence your Brother’s Fury chas’d us,Was a Bordello, where ’twas given outThou wert aVeniceCurtezan to hire,Whilst you believ’d it was your nuptial Palace.[Laughs.Hip.Dost think I did not understand the Plot?Yes, and was mad till some young Lovers came.But you had set a Price too high upon me,No brisk young Man durst venture,I had expos’d my self at cheaper Rates.Ant.Your Price, I pray, young Sinner?[Pulls off his Hat in scorn.Hip.Thy Life; he that durst sayAntoniolives no more,Should have possest megratis.Ant.I would have taken care none should have don’t;To show, and offer you to Sale, was equally as shameful.Hip.Well, what hast thou more to do? this is noPlace to inhabit in, nor shall thou force me further;And back into the Town thou dar’st not go.Ant.Perhaps I had been kinder to you,Had you continu’d still to give me that—Might have begot a Passion in me.Hip.I have too much Repentance for that Sin,To increase it, at the Price of being belov’d by thee.Ant.Consider what you do, this Place is silent,And far from any thing that may assist you.Come lead me to the Covert of this Grove.[Takes her rudely.EnterHaunceandGloaddrunk;Haunceseeing them, offers to go out again.Glo.Hold, hold, Sir, why do you run away?Hau.Thou Fool, dost not see the Reason?Glo.I see a Man and a Lady, Sir.Hau.Why, you Coxcomb, they are Lovers;Or some that are going to do the deed of Love.Ant.How! Men here? Your Business.Hau.Prithee, Friend, do not trouble your self with ours, but follow your own; my Man is a little saucy in his Drink indeed, but I am sober enough to understand how things go.Ant.Leave us then.Hau.Leave us then—good Words, good Words, Friend; for look ye, I am in a notable Humour at present, and will be intreated.Glo.Yes, Sir, we will be intreated.Ant.Pray leave us then.Hau.That’s something—but hark ye, Friend, say a Man had a mind to put in for a share with you.Ant.Rude Slaves, leave us.Hau.Ha, Slaves!Glo.Slaves said you, Sir? hah—Hip.Oh, as you’re a Gentleman, assist me.[ToHaunce.Hau.Assist thee? this Fellow looks as he would not have his Abilities call’d in question; otherwise I am amorous enough to do thee a kindness.[Offers still to go, she holds him.Hip.Sir, you mistake me; this is a Ravisher—Hau.A Ravisher! ha, ha, ha, dost like him the worse for that? No, no, I beg your Pardon, Madam.Hip.Have you no Manhood, Sir?Glo.She is in earnest; now if I durst stay, how I would domineer over my Master; I never try’d perhaps, I may be valiant thus inspir’d. Lady, I am your Champion, who dares ravish you, or me either?Ant.Rascal, unhand her.[He comes up to them,Gloadputs the Lady before him.Hau.How now,Gloadingag’d! nay, I scorn to be out-done by my Man. Sirrah, march off with the Baggage, whilst I secure the Enemy.Ant.Rash Man, what mean you?Hau.I say, stand off, and let him go quietly away with the Wench, or look you—Ant.Unmanner’d Fool, I will chastise thy Boldness.[Goes up to him with his Dagger.Hau.How, how, hast thou no other Weapon?Ant.No, if I had, thou durst not have encounter’d me.Hau.I scorn thy Words, and therefore there lies my Sword; and since you dare me at my own Weapon, I tell you I am good atSnick-a-Sneas the bestDonof you all—[Draws a great Dutch Knife.Ant.Can I endure this Affront?Glo.The best way to make a Coward fight, is to leave him in Danger—Come, Lady—[Goes out.Ant.Thou base unmanner’d Fool,how darst thouoffer at a Gentleman, with so despis’d a thing as that?Hau.Despis’d a thing? talk not so contemptibly of this Weapon, I say, do not, but come on if you dare.Ant.I can endure no longer—[Flies at him,Hauncecuts his Face, and takes away, after a-while, his Dagger.Injustice! can such a Dog, and such a Weapon vanquish me?Hau.Beg your Life; for I scorn to stain my Victory in Blood—that I learnt out ofPharamond.[Aside.Ant.He does not merit Life,that could not defendit against so poor and base a thing as thou: Had butMarcelleft me my Sword—Hau.O then I perceive you are us’d to be vanquish’d, and therefore I scorn to kill thee; live, live.Ant.How the Rascal triumphs over me!Hau.And now, like a generous Enemy, I will conduct thee to my Tent, and have thy Wounds drest—That too I had out ofPharamond.[Aside.Ant.What if I take the offer of this Sot? so I may seeHippolyta again.But I forget—[Aside.Hau.Will you accept my Offer?Ant.For some Reasons I dare not venture into the Town.Hau.My Lodging is at St. Peter’s Gate, hard by; and on the Parole of a Man of Prowess you shall be safe and free—Pharamondagain.[Aside.Ant.I’ll trust him, for worse I cannot be.[Aside.Lead on, I’ll follow, Sir—Hau.Not so, for tho the Captive ought to follow the Victor, yet I’ll not trust my Enemy at my backside. Politicks too.—[Aside.Ant.You must command—[Go out.Scene IV.The Garden.EnterSilvioandFrancisca.Silv.Well, dearFrancisca, willCleontecome, And all alone into the Garden?Fran.My Lord, she will; I have at last prevail’d, to what intent she knows not; this is an Hour wherein you’ll scarce be interrupted: The amorous Entertainment you have prepar’d for her, will advance your Design; such Objects heighten the Desire. Is all ready on your part?Silv.It is, and I am prepared for all the Resistance she can make, and am resolv’d to satisfy my insupportable Flame, since there’s no other hope left me.Fran.She’s coming, Sir, retire.[ExitSilviointo the Garden.Oh, how he kills me! Well, at least this pleasure I havewhilst I am dying, that when he possesses the fairCleonte, he for ever ruins his Interest in her Heart, and must find nothing but her mortal Hate and Scorn.EnterCleonte.Cleo.Francisca, why art thou so earnest for my coming into the Garden so early?Fran.Because, Madam, here without Interruption you may learn what the LadyClarindahas to tell you.Cleo.Is that all? go wait upon her hither then.Fran.Yes, when your more pleasant Affair is dispatch’d, I will—[Aside.[ExitFrancisca.Cleo.Can this be Love I feel?This strange unusual something in my Soul,That pleads so movingly forSilviothere;And makes me wish him not allied to me?[A noise of rural Musick is heard within the Trees, as Pipes, Flutes, and Voices.Hah! what pleasant Noise is this? sure ’tis i’ the Air— Bless me, what strange things be these!Enter Swains playing upon Pipes, after them four Shepherds with Garlands and Flowers, and four Nymphs dancing an amorous Dance to that Musick; wherein the Shepherds make Love to the Nymphs, and put the Garlands on their Heads, and go out; the Nymphs come and lay them atCleonte’sFeet, and sing.1 Nymph.Here at your Feet, we tribute pay,Of all the Glories of the May.2 Nymph.Such Trophies can be only dueTo Victors so divine as you,Both.Come, follow, follow, where Love leads the way,To Pleasures that admit of no Delay.1 Nymph.Come follow to the amorous Shade,Covered with Roses, and with Jessamine.2 Nymph.Where the Love-sick Boy is laid,Panting for Love’s charming Queen.Both.Come follow, follow, where we lead the way,To Pleasures that admit of no delay.[Lead her out.The Scene changesto a fine Arbour, they leave her and vanish.Cleo.I am all Wonder.EnterSilvioin rapture, not yet seeingCleonte.Silv.I’m all on Fire, till I enjoy my Sister;Not all the Laws of Birth and NatureCan hinder me from loving—Nor is’t just:Why should the charm of fairCleonte’sEyes,Me less than Aliens to her Blood surprize?And why (since I love Beauty every where,And thatCleontehas the greatest share)Should not I be allowed to worship her?The empty Words of Nature and of Blood,Are such as Lovers never understood.Prudence in love ’twere Nonsense to approve,And he loves most that gives a Loose to Love.Cleo.Silviohere!Silv.Hah—yonder she’s![Sees her.And now my Passion knows no Bounds, nor Laws.Cleonte, come, come satisfy my Flame.[Runs to her, and takes her passionately by the hand.These private Shades are ours, no jealous EyeCan interrupt our Heaven of Joy.Cleo.What mean you? do you know I am your Sister?Silv.Oh that accursed Name!—why should it check me?[He pauses.Wouldst thou had rather been some mis-begotten Monster,That might have startled Nature at thy Birth:Or if the Powers above would have thee fair,Why wert thou born my Sister?Oh, if thou shouldst preserve thy Soul, and mine,Fly from this Place and me; make haste away,A strange wild Monster is broke in upon thee;A thing that was a Man, but now as madAs raging Love can make him.Fly me, or thou art lost for ever.Cleo.Remember,Silvio, that you are my Brother,And can you hurt your Sister?[Weeps.Silv.Shouldst thou repeat those Ties a thousand times,’Twill not redeem thee from the Fate that threatens thee.Be gone, whilst so much Virtue does remain about me,To wish thee out of Danger.Cleo.Sure,Silvio, this is but to try my Virtue.[Weeps still.Silv.No, look on my Eyes,Cleonte, and thou shalt see them flame with a strange wicked Fire.[Looks wildly on her.Yet do not look, thy Eyes increase it.—Alas![Turns away, and hides his Eyes.And I shall still forget I am thy Brother:Go, go, whilst I have power to take my Eyes away,For if they turn again, it will be fatal.Cleo.Pray hear me, Sir.Silv.Oh, do not speak; thy Voice has CharmsAs tempting as thy Face; but whilst thou art silent and unseen,Perhaps my Madness may be moderate;For as it is, the best Effects of itWill prompt me on to kill thee.Cleo.To kill me!Silv.Yes; for shouldst thou live, adorn’d with so much Beauty,So much my Passion is above my Reason,In some such fit as does possess me nowI should commit a Rape, a Rape upon thee:Therefore be gone, and do not tempt Despair,That merciless rude thing, but save thy Honour,And thy Life.Cleo.I will obey you, Sir.[Goes into the Garden.Silv.She’s gone—and now[Walks, and talks in stopping.]my hot Fit abates—she is my Sister—that is, my Father’sDaughter—but—what if his Wife deceiv’d him—or perhaps—(which is the likelier thing) my Mother play’d the false one—for ’twas her Trade to do so—and I’m not Son toAmbrosio—Oh, that she were in being to confess this Truth, for sure ’tis Truth; then I might love, and might enjoyCleonte—enjoyCleonte![In transport.]Oh that Thought! what Fire it kindles in my Veins, and now my cold Fit’s gone—[Offers to go, but starts and returns.—No, let me pause a while—For in this Ague of my Love and Fear,Both the Extremes are mortal—[Goes into the Garden.EnterAmbrosioandMarcel.Amb.I’m reconcil’d to you, since your BrotherSilviowould have it so.Mar.My Blood flows to my Face, to hear him named.Amb.Let there be no more Differences between you: ButSilviohas of late been discontented, keeps home, and shuns the Conversation which Youth delights in; goes not to Court as he was wont. Prithee,Marcel, learn thou the cause of it.Mar.I do believe I shall, my Lord—too soon.[Aside.Amb.I’m now going to myVilla, and shall not return till Night; by the way I mean to visit your Wife, that was design’d to be, the richFlavia, and see if I can again reconcile her to you; for your Neglect has been great, and her Anger is just.Mar.I rather wish it should continue, Sir, for I have yet no Inclinations to marry.Amb.No more, I’ll have it so, if I can.Mar.I’m silent, Sir.[Ex.AmbrosioandMarcel.Enter as from out of the Garden,Cleonte,Clarinda,Francisca,Dormida, from amongst the Trees, sadly;Silviowho starts at sight of them.Cleo.I am satisfiedyou knew not of my Brother’sbeing in the Garden.[ToFranc.Silv.Clarindawith my Sister! and in our House! she’s very fair—and yet how dull and blasted all her Beauties seems, when they approach the fairCleonte’s—I cannot shun a tedious Compliment;to see the fairClarinda[Goes toClarinda.]here, is a Happiness beyond my Hope; I’m glad to see her kind to the Sister, who always treated the Brother with so much Scorn and Rigour.Clar.Silvio!sure I’m betray’d.[Aside.[He talks to her.EnterMarcel, and is amaz’d.Mar.Hah!SilviowithClarindain our House! Oh, daring Villain! to make this place a Sanctuary To all thy Lusts and Treachery! Now I’m convinc’d, ’twas he that wounded me, And he that fled last Night with that false Woman.[Cleontegoes toMarcel.Silv.You need not fear me now, fair Maid, I’m disarm’d of all my dangerous Love.Mar.It was by his contrivance that she came,[ToCleonte.]do not excuse him, but send her quickly from you, lest you become as infamous as she.—Cleo.Oh, how I hate her now; I know my BrotherSilvioloves her.Mar.How every Gesture shows his Passion, whilst she seems pleas’d to hear him. I can endure no more—Cleo.What will you do?[She goes to them.Mar.Nothing, dear Sister,But if I can be wise and angry too:For ’tis not safe t’attack him in the Garden.How now,Silvio—under the Name of Brother,I see you dare too much.[Snatches away his Sister andClarinda.Silv.What mean you by this rude Address,Marcel?Mar.I’ll tell ye, Sir, anon. Go get you in.[To the Women, who go in.Silv.Well, Sir, your Business now?Mar.It is not safe to tell you here, tho I have hardly Patience to stay till thou meet me in St.Peter’sGrove.Silv.I will not fail you, Sir, an Hour hence.[Goes in after them.Mar.I dare not in this Rage return to upbraidClarinda, lest I do things that mis-become a Man.[Goes out.ACT IV.Scene I.Carlo’sHouse.After a Noise of Musick without, enterHauncedrest asAlonzowas, follow’d byGload, in Masquerade.Hau.Hold, hold, I do not like the Salutations I receive from all I meet in this House.Glo.Why, Sir, methinks they are very familiar Scabs all.Hau.Salerimente, they all salute me as they were my old Acquaintance. Your servant,Myn heer Haunce, crys one; your servant, MonsieurHaunce, crys another.EnterServant.Serv.Your servant, Sir, you come indeed like a Bridegroom all beset with Dance and Fiddle.Hau.Bridegroom! ha, ha, ha, dost hear,Gload?’tis true faith. But how the Devil came he to know it, man, hah?Serv.My Master, Sir, was just asking for you, he longs to speak with you.Hau.Ha, ha, with me, Sir? why, ha, ha, who the pox am I?Serv.You, Sir, why, who should you be?Hau.Who should I be? why, who should I be?Serv.Myn heer Haunce van Ezel, Sir.Hau.Ha, ha, ha, well guest, i’faith now.Glo.Why how should they guess otherwise, coming so attended with Musick, as prepar’d for a Wedding?Hau.Ha, ha, ha, say’st thou so? faith, ’tis a good Device to save the Charges of the first Compliments, hah: buthark ye, hark ye, Friend, are you sure this is the House of DonCarlo?Serv.Why, Sir, have you forgot it?Hau.Forgot it! ha, ha, ha, dost hear,Gload?forgot it! why how the Devil should I remember it?Glo.Sir, I believe this is some new-fashion’d Civility in Spain, to know every Man before he sees him.Hau.No, no, you fool, they never change their Fashion in Spain, Man.Glo.I mean their manner of Address, Sir.Hau.It may be so, I’ll see farther. Friend, is DonCarlowithin?Serv.He has not been out since, Sir.Hau.Since, ha, ha, ha, since when? hah.Serv.Since you saw him, Sir.Hau.Salerimente, will you make me mad? why you damnable Rascal, when did I see him? hah.Serv.Here comes my Master himself, Sir,[EnterCarlo.]let him inform you, if you grow so hot upon the Question.Car.How now, Son, what, angry? You have e’en tir’d your self with walking, and are out of Humour.Hau.Look there again—the old Man’s mad too; why how the pox should he know I have been walking? Indeed, Sir, I have, as you say, been walking[Playing with his Hat.]—and am—as you say, out of Humour—But under favour, Sir, who are you? Sure ’tis the old Conjurer, and those were his little Imps I met.[Surlily to him.Car.Sure, Son, you should be a Wit, by the shortness of your Memory.Hau.By the Goodness of yours, you should be none, ha, ha, ha. Did I not meet with him there,Gload, hah? But pray refresh my Memory, and let me know you; I come to seek a Father amongst you here, one DonCarlo.Car.Am I not the Man, Sir?Hau.How the Devil should I know that now, unless by instinct?Glo.The old Man is mad, and must be humour’d.Hau.Cry you Mercy, Sir, I vow I had quite forgot you. Sir, I hope DonnaEuphemia—Car.Oh, Sir, she’s in a much better Humour than when you saw her last, complies with our Desires more than I cou’d hope or wish.Hau.Why look you here again—I ask’d after her Health, not her Humour.Car.I know not what Arts you made use of, but she’s strangely taken with your Conversation and Person.Glo.Truly, Sir, you are mightily beholden to her, that she should have all this good Will to your Person and Conversation before she sees you.Hau.Ay, so I am; therefore, Sir, I desire to see your Daughter, for I shall hardly be so generous as she has been, and be quits with her before I see her.Car.Why, Sir, I hop’d you lik’d her when you saw her last.Hau.Stark mad—I saw her last! why, what the Devil do you mean? I never saw her in all my Life, man. Stark mad, as I am true Dutch—[Aside.Car.A Lover always thinks the time tedious: But here’s my Daughter.EnterEuphemiaandOlinda.Hau.Ay, one of these must be she: but ’tis a Wonder I should not know which she isby instinct.[Aside.[Stands looking very simplyon both.Euph.This is notAlonzo—has he betray’d me?[Aside.Car.Go, Sir, she expects you.Hau.Your pardon, Sir; let her come to me, if she will, I’m sure she knows me better than I do her.Glo.How should she know you, Sir?Hau.How? by instinct, you Fool, as all the rest of the House does: don’t you, fair Mistress?Euph.I know you—Hau.Yes, you know me; you need not be so coy mun, the old Man has told me all.Euph.What has he told you?—I am ruin’d.[Aside.Hau.Faith, much more than I believ’d, for he was very full of hisnew-fashion’d Spanish Civility, as they call it; But ha, ha, I hope, fair Mistress, you do not take after him?Euph.What if I do, Sir?Hau.Why then I had as lieve marry a Steeple with a perpetual Ring of Bells.Glo.Let me advise you, Sir; methinks you might make a handsomer Speech for the first, to so pretty a Lady—Fakes, and were I to do’t—Hau.I had a rare Speech for her thou knowest, and an Entertainment besides, that was, tho I say it, unordinary: But a pox of this new way of Civility, as thou call’st it, it has put me quite beside my part.Glo.Tho you are out of your complimenting Part, I am not out of my dancing one, and therefore that part of your Entertainment I’ll undertake for. ’Slife, Sir, would you disappoint all our Ship’s Company?—Hau.That’s according as I find this proud Tit in Humour.Car.And why so coy? pray why all this Dissimulation? Come, come, I have told him your Mind, and do intend to make you both happy immediately.Euph.How, Sir, immediately!Car.Yes, indeed; nay, if you have deceiv’d me, and dissembled with me, when I was so kind, I’ll show you Trick for Trick i’faith—[Goes toHaunce.Euph.What shall we do,Olinda?Olin.Why marry DonAlonzo, Madam.Euph.Do not rally, this is no time for Mirth.Olin.Fie upon’t, Madam, that you should have so little Courage; your Father takes this Fellow to beAlonzo.Car.What Counsel are you giving there, hah?Olin.Only taking leave of our old Acquaintance, since you talk of marrying us so soon.Car.What Acquaintance, pray?Olin.Our Maiden-heads, Sir.Hau.Ha, ha, ha, a pleasant Wench, faith now; I believe you would be content to part with yours with less warning.Olin.On easy Terms perhaps, but this marrying I do not like; ’tis like going a long Voyage to Sea, where after a while even the Calms are distasteful, and the Storms dangerous: one seldom sees a new Object, ’tis still a deal of Sea, Sea; Husband, Husband, every day,—till one’s quite cloy’d with it.Car.A mad Girl this, Son.Hau.Ay, Sir, but I wish she had left out the simile,it made my Stomach wamble.Glo.Pray, Sir, let you the Maid alone as an Utensil belonging to my Place and Office, and meddle you with the Mistress.Hau.Faith now, thou hast the better Bargain of the two; my Mistress looks so scurvily and civil, that I don’t know what to say to her—Lady—hang’t, that look has put me quite out again.Car.To her, Son, to her—Hau.Hark ye, Lady—Well, what next now? Oh pox, quite out, quite out; tell me whether the old Man ly’d or no, when he told me you lov’d me.Euph.I love you!Hau.Look you there now, how she looks again.Car.She’s only bashful, Sir, before me; therefore if you please to take a small Collation, that has waited within for you this three Hours—Hau.That’s strange now, that any thing should wait for me, who was no more expected herethanBethlehem-Gaber: Faith now, Lady, this Father of yours is very simple.Euph.To take you for his Son.Hau.I meant to have surpriz’d you I vow, before you had dreamt of me; and when I came, you all knew me as well as if you had cast a Figure for me.Car.Well, Son, you’ll follow.Euph.You will not leave me alone, Sir, with a Man?Hau.Go your ways, go your ways—I shall know more of your Secrets before[Gloadmakes Grimaces toOlindaof Love.]night yet, you little pouting Hypocrite you.Euph.You know my Secrets! why, who are you?Hau.Ha, ha, ha, that’s a very good one faith now: who am I, quoth thou? why there’s not a Child thus high in all your Father’s House would have ask’d me so simple a Question.Olin.Madam, I find by this Man, this is your expected Lover, whom you must flatter, or you are undone, ’tisHaunce van Ezel.[ToEuphemia.Euph.The Fop himself.Hau.Oh, do you know me now?Euph.’Tis impossible.Hau.This is an extreme the other way now.[Aside.Impossible, ha, ha, ha! No, no, poor thing, do not doubt thy Happiness: for look ye, to confirm you, here are my Bills of Exchange with my own natural Name to them, if you can read written Hand—[Shews her Papers.Glo.Not love you! I’ll swear you lye now, you little Jade, I am now in Masquerade, and you cannot judge of me; but I am Book-keeper and Cashier to my Master, and my Love will turn to account, I’ll warrant you.Olin.There may be use made of him.[Aside.I shall think of it. But pray why are you thus accouter’d?Glo.Fakes, to entertainyour Lady, we have brought the whole Ship’s Company too in Masquerade.Olin.That indeed will be very proper at this time of the Day, and the first Visit too.Glo.Shaw, that’s nothing, you little think what Blades we are mun—Sir, I’ll call in the Fiddles and the Company.Hau.Well remember’d, faith, now I had e’en forgot it.Euph.What’s the meaning of this?[Fiddles strike up.Hau.To show you the difference between the damnabledull Gravity of theSpanish, and brisk Gaiety of theDutch. Come, come, begin all.EnterDutchmenand Women dancing.Nay, I’ll shew you what I can do too, come,Gload.[They two dance.There’s for you now, and yet you have not seen half my good Qualities; I can sing the newest Ballad that has been made, so I can.[Sings aDutchSong.Euph.Be these your Friends, Sir? they look as if you had ransack’da Hoyfor them.Hau.How! look on them well, they are all States or States-fellows, I tell you that now, and they can bear witness who I am too.Euph.Now I’m convinced, and am sorry I doubted my Happiness so long: I had such a Character of you.Hau.Of me! oh Lord, I vow now—as they say—I don’t know—ha, ha—Euph.I heard you were the most incorrigible Fool, the most intolerable Fop.Hau.Ha, ha, ha, do you hear,Gload—who, I a Fop? I vow they were mistaken in me, for I am counted as pretty a Merchant as any walks the Change; can write a very plain Hand, and cast Account as well—my manGload—can’t I, Sirrah?Glo.Yes indeed, forsooth, can he.Hau.Egad, a Fool, a Fop, quoth ye—[Walks angry.Olin.By all means flatter him, Madam.Euph.I’m satisfy’d, Sir.Hau.I care not whether you are or no, for I shall have you whether you will or no, mun.Euph.’Tis very likely; but there is a certain troublesome Fellow in love with me, that has made me vow whenever I marry to ask him leave.Hau.How, ask his leave? I scorn to ask any Body’s leave, I tell you that, tho ’twere my Mistress—Euph.I cannot marry you then.Hau.How, not marry me? look here now:[Ready to cry.Gload, can’t you marry, and let no living Soul know it?Euph.Oh no, Sir, I love your Life better, which would be indanger’d.Hau.Why, what a cursed Custom you have inSpain, a Man can neither marry, nor console his Neighbour’s Wife without having his Throat cut. Why, what if he will not give you leave?Euph.Why, then you must fight him.Hau.How! fight him, I fight him!Glo.Why, yes, Sir, you know you can fight, you try’d but this very Morning—Hau.Softly, you damn’d Rogue, not a Word of my Prowess aloud.Salerimente, I shall be put to fight when I am sober, shall I, for your damn’d prating, ye Rascal?Euph.I am glad you have that good Quality.[Olindaspeaking toGload, pushes him to speak.
Hau.Ah, ah, do not name a Storm to me, unless thou wilt have the Effects on’t in thy Face.[Drinks.
Gload.Sha, sha, bear up, Sir, bear up.
Hau.Salerimente, a Sea-phrase too! Why, ye Rascal, I tell you I can indure nothing that puts me in mind of that Element.[Drinks.
Gload.The Sight ofDonna Euphemiawill—[Gloaddrinks between whiles too.
Hau.Hold, hold, let me consider whether I can indure to hear her nam’d or not; for I think I am so thorowly mortify’d, I shall hardly relish Woman-kind again this—two Hours.[Drinks.
Gload.You a Man of Courage, and talk thus!
Hau.Courage! Why, what dost thou call Courage?—Hectorhimself would not have chang’d his ten Years Siege for our ten Days Storm at Sea—a Storm—a hundred thousand fighting Men are nothing to’t; Cities sackt by Fire nothing: ’tis a resistless Coward that attacks a Man at disadvantage; an unaccountable Magick, that first conjures down a Man’s Courage, and then plays the Devil over him. And in fine, it is a Storm—
Gload.Good lack that it should be all these terrible things, and yet that we should outbrave it.
Hau.No god-a-mercyto our Couragestho, I tell you that now,Gload; but like an angry Wench, when it had huft and bluster’d it self weary, it lay still again.[Drinks.
Gload.Hold, hold, Sir, you know we are to make Visits to Ladies, Sir; and this replenishing of our Spirits, as you call it, Sir, may put us out of Case.
Hau.Thou art a Fool, I never made love so well as when I was drunk; it improves my Parts, and makes me witty; that is, it makes me say any thing that comes next, whichpasses now-a-days for Wit: and when I am very drunk, I’ll home and dress me, and the Devil’s in’t if she resist me so qualify’d and so dress’d.
Gload.Truly, Sir, those are things that do not properly belong to you.
Hau.Your Reason, your Reason; we shall have thee witty too in thy Drink, hah![Laughs.
Gload.Why, I say, Sir, none but a Cavalier ought to be soundly drunk, or wear a Sword and Feather; and a Cloke and Band were fitter for a Merchant.
Hau.Salerimente, I’ll beat anyDoninSpainthat does but think he has more right to any sort of Debauchery, or Gallantry than I, I tell you that now,Gload.
Gload.Do you remember, Sir, how you were wont to go at home? when instead of a Periwig, you wore a slink, greasy Hair of your own, thro which a pair of large thinSousesappear’d, to support a formal Hat, on end thus—[Imitates him.
Hau.Ha, ha, ha, the Rogue improves upon’t.[Gives him Brandy.
Gload.A Collar instead of a Cravat twelve inches high; with a blue, stiff, starcht, lawn Band, set in print like your Whiskers; a Doublet with small Skirts hookt to a pair of wide-kneed Breeches, which dangled halfwayover a Leg, all to be dash’d and dirty’d as high as the gartering.
Hau.Ha, ha, ha, very well, proceed.[Drinks.
Gload.Your Hands, defil’d with counting of damn’d dirty Money, never made other use of Gloves, than continually to draw them thro—thus—till they were dwindled into the scantling of a Cats-gut.
Hau.Ha, ha, ha, a pleasant Rascal.[Drinks.
Gload.A Cloke, half a yard shorter than the Breeches, not thorow lin’d, but fac’d as far as ’twas turn’d back, with a pair of frugalButter-hams, which was always manag’d—thus—
Hau.Well, Sir, have you done, that I may show you this Merchant revers’d?
Gload.Presently, Sir; only a little touch at your Debauchery, which unless it be in damn’d Brandy, you dare not go to the Expence of. Perhaps at a Wedding, or some Treat where your Purse is not concern’d, you would most insatiably tipple; otherwise your two Stivers-Club is the highest you dare go, where you will be condemn’d for a Prodigal, (even by your own Conscience) if you add two more extraordinary to the Sum, and at home sit in the Chimney-Corner, cursing the Face of Dukede Alvaupon the Jugs, for laying an Imposition on Beer: And now, Sir, I have done.
Hau.And dost thou not know, when one of those thou hast described, goes but half a League out of Town, that he is so transform’d from the Merchant to the Gallant in all Points, that his own Parents, nay the Devil himself cannot know him? Not a young English Squire newly come to an Estate, above the management of his Wit, has better Horses, gayer Clothes, swears, drinks, and does every thing with a better grace than he; damns the stingy Cabal of the two Stiver-Club, and puts the young King ofSpainand his Mistress togetherina Rummer of a Pottle; and in pure Gallantry breaks the Glasses over his Head, scorning to drink twice in the same: and a thousand things full as heroick and brave I cou’d tell you of this same Holy-day Squire. But come, t’other turn, and t’other sope, and then forDonna Euphemia. For I find I begin to be reconcil’d to the Sex.
Gload.But, Sir, if I might advise, let’s e’en sleep first.
Hau.Away, you Fool, I hate the sober Spanish way of making Love, that’s unattended with Wine and Musick; give me a Wench that will out-drink the Dutch, out-dance the French, and out—out—kiss the English.
Gload.Sir,that’s not the FashioninSpain.
Hau.Hang the Fashion;I’ll manage herthat must be my Wife, as I please, or I’ll beat her into Fashion.
Gload.What, beat a Woman, Sir?
Hau.Sha, all’s one for that; if I am provok’d, Anger will have its Effects on whomsoe’er it light; so saidVan Trump, when he took his Mistress a Cuff o’th’ Ear for finding fault with an ill-fashion’d Leg he made her: I lik’d his Humour well, therefore come thy ways.[Exeunt.
Scene III.Draws off. A Grove.
DiscoversAntoniosleeping on the Ground;Hippolytasitting by, who sings.
Ah falseAmyntas, can that HourSo soon forgotten be,When first I yielded up my PowerTo be betray’d by thee?God knows with how much InnocenceI did my Heart resignUnto thy faithless Eloquence,And gave thee what was mine.
Ah falseAmyntas, can that Hour
So soon forgotten be,
When first I yielded up my Power
To be betray’d by thee?
God knows with how much Innocence
I did my Heart resign
Unto thy faithless Eloquence,
And gave thee what was mine.
I had not one Reserve in store,But at thy Feet I laidThose Arms which conquer’d heretofore,Tho now thy Trophies made.Thy Eyes in silence told their TaleOf Love in such a way,That ’twas as easy to prevail,As after to betray.[She comes forth, weeps.
I had not one Reserve in store,
But at thy Feet I laid
Those Arms which conquer’d heretofore,
Tho now thy Trophies made.
Thy Eyes in silence told their Tale
Of Love in such a way,
That ’twas as easy to prevail,
As after to betray.[She comes forth, weeps.
Hip.My Grief’s too great to be diverted this way.[Pointing toAntonio.Why should this Villain sleep, this treacherous Man—Who has for ever robb’d me of my rest?Had I but kept my Innocence intire,I had out-brav’d my Fate, and broke my Chains,Which now I bear like a poor guilty Slave,Who sadly crys, If I were free from these,I am not from my Crimes; so still lives on,And drags his loathed Fetters after him.Why should I fear to die, or murder him?It is but adding one Sin more to th’ number.This—would soon do’t—but where’s the Hand to guide it?[Draws a Dagger, sighs.For ’tis an act too horrid for a Woman.[Turns away.But yet thus sleeping I might take that Soul,[Turns to him.Which waking all the Charms of Art and NatureHad not the Power t’effect.Oh were I brave, I could remember that,And this way be the Mistress of his Heart.But mine forbids it should be that way won;No, I must still love on, in spite of me,And wake him quickly, lest one Moment’s thoughtUpon my Shame should urge me to undo him.Antonio,Antonio.
Hip.My Grief’s too great to be diverted this way.[Pointing toAntonio.
Why should this Villain sleep, this treacherous Man—
Who has for ever robb’d me of my rest?
Had I but kept my Innocence intire,
I had out-brav’d my Fate, and broke my Chains,
Which now I bear like a poor guilty Slave,
Who sadly crys, If I were free from these,
I am not from my Crimes; so still lives on,
And drags his loathed Fetters after him.
Why should I fear to die, or murder him?
It is but adding one Sin more to th’ number.
This—would soon do’t—but where’s the Hand to guide it?[Draws a Dagger, sighs.
For ’tis an act too horrid for a Woman.[Turns away.
But yet thus sleeping I might take that Soul,[Turns to him.
Which waking all the Charms of Art and Nature
Had not the Power t’effect.
Oh were I brave, I could remember that,
And this way be the Mistress of his Heart.
But mine forbids it should be that way won;
No, I must still love on, in spite of me,
And wake him quickly, lest one Moment’s thought
Upon my Shame should urge me to undo him.
Antonio,Antonio.
[He wakes, rises, and looks amazedly to see the Dagger in her Hand.
Ant.Vile Woman, why that Dagger in that Hand?
Hip.To’ve kill’d thee with,But that my Love o’ercame my juster Passion,And put it in thy Power to save thy self;Thank that, and not my Reason for thy Life.
Hip.To’ve kill’d thee with,
But that my Love o’ercame my juster Passion,
And put it in thy Power to save thy self;
Thank that, and not my Reason for thy Life.
Ant.She’s doubly arm’d, with that and Injury,And I am wounded and defenceless.[Aside.Hippolyta, why all this Rage to me?[Kindly smiles.
Ant.She’s doubly arm’d, with that and Injury,
And I am wounded and defenceless.[Aside.
Hippolyta, why all this Rage to me?[Kindly smiles.
Hip.Antonio, thou art perjur’d, false and base.[In great Rage.
Ant.What said my fairest Mistress?[Goes to her looking softly.
Hip.I said that thou wert perjur’d, false and base.[Less in Rage.
Ant.My dearHippolyta, speak it again,I do not understand thee,[Takes her by the Hand.
Ant.My dearHippolyta, speak it again,
I do not understand thee,[Takes her by the Hand.
Hip.I said that thou wert perjur’d, myAntonio.[Sighs.
Ant.Thou wert to blame, but ’twas thy Jealousy.Which being a Fault of Love I will excuse.Give me that Mark of Anger, prithee do,It misbecomes thy Hand.
Ant.Thou wert to blame, but ’twas thy Jealousy.
Which being a Fault of Love I will excuse.
Give me that Mark of Anger, prithee do,
It misbecomes thy Hand.
Hip.I’ve nothing left but this I can command,And do not ravish this too.
Hip.I’ve nothing left but this I can command,
And do not ravish this too.
Ant.It is unkind thus to suspect my Love;Will you make no Allowance for my Humour?I am by Nature rough, and cannot please,With Eyes and Words all soft as others can,But I can love as truly my blunt way.
Ant.It is unkind thus to suspect my Love;
Will you make no Allowance for my Humour?
I am by Nature rough, and cannot please,
With Eyes and Words all soft as others can,
But I can love as truly my blunt way.
Hip.You were so soft when first you conquer’d me.[Sighs.That but the Thoughts of that dear Face and Eyes,So manag’d, and so set for Conquest out,Would make me kind even to another Man;Could I but thus imbrace and hide my Eyes,And call him myAntonio.
Hip.You were so soft when first you conquer’d me.[Sighs.
That but the Thoughts of that dear Face and Eyes,
So manag’d, and so set for Conquest out,
Would make me kind even to another Man;
Could I but thus imbrace and hide my Eyes,
And call him myAntonio.
[She leans on his Bosom, he the while gets her Dagger.
Ant.Stand off, false Woman, I despise thy Love,Of which to every Man I know thou deal’stAn equal share.
Ant.Stand off, false Woman, I despise thy Love,
Of which to every Man I know thou deal’st
An equal share.
Hip.I do not wonder that I am deceiv’d,But that I should believe thee, after all thy Treachery.But prithee tell me why thou treat’st me thus?Why didst thou with the sacred Vows of Marriage,After a long and tedious Courtship to me,Ravish me from my Parents and my Husband?For so the braveAlonzowas by promise.
Hip.I do not wonder that I am deceiv’d,
But that I should believe thee, after all thy Treachery.
But prithee tell me why thou treat’st me thus?
Why didst thou with the sacred Vows of Marriage,
After a long and tedious Courtship to me,
Ravish me from my Parents and my Husband?
For so the braveAlonzowas by promise.
Ant.Why, I will tell thee; ’twas not love to thee,But hatred to thy Brother DonMarcel,Who made Addresses to the fairClarinda,And by his Quality destroy’d my Hopes.
Ant.Why, I will tell thee; ’twas not love to thee,
But hatred to thy Brother DonMarcel,
Who made Addresses to the fairClarinda,
And by his Quality destroy’d my Hopes.
Hip.And durst you not revenge your self on him?
Ant.His Life alone could not appease my Anger;And after studying what I had to do—
Ant.His Life alone could not appease my Anger;
And after studying what I had to do—
Hip.The Devil taught thee this.
Ant.Yes, and you I chose,Because you were contracted toAlonzo,That the disgrace might be more eminent.
Ant.Yes, and you I chose,
Because you were contracted toAlonzo,
That the disgrace might be more eminent.
Hip.I do believe thee, for when I reflectOn all thy Usage since thou hast betray’d me,I find thou hast not paid me back one Sigh,Or Smile for all that I have given thee.
Hip.I do believe thee, for when I reflect
On all thy Usage since thou hast betray’d me,
I find thou hast not paid me back one Sigh,
Or Smile for all that I have given thee.
Ant.Hear me out.
Hip.Most calmly.
Ant.From Town to Town you know I did remove you,Under pretence to shun your Brother’s Anger:But ’twas indeed to spread your Fame abroad.But being not satisfy’d till inMadrid,Here in your native Town, I had proclaim’d you;The House from whence your Brother’s Fury chas’d us,Was a Bordello, where ’twas given outThou wert aVeniceCurtezan to hire,Whilst you believ’d it was your nuptial Palace.[Laughs.
Ant.From Town to Town you know I did remove you,
Under pretence to shun your Brother’s Anger:
But ’twas indeed to spread your Fame abroad.
But being not satisfy’d till inMadrid,
Here in your native Town, I had proclaim’d you;
The House from whence your Brother’s Fury chas’d us,
Was a Bordello, where ’twas given out
Thou wert aVeniceCurtezan to hire,
Whilst you believ’d it was your nuptial Palace.[Laughs.
Hip.Dost think I did not understand the Plot?Yes, and was mad till some young Lovers came.But you had set a Price too high upon me,No brisk young Man durst venture,I had expos’d my self at cheaper Rates.
Hip.Dost think I did not understand the Plot?
Yes, and was mad till some young Lovers came.
But you had set a Price too high upon me,
No brisk young Man durst venture,
I had expos’d my self at cheaper Rates.
Ant.Your Price, I pray, young Sinner?[Pulls off his Hat in scorn.
Hip.Thy Life; he that durst sayAntoniolives no more,Should have possest megratis.
Hip.Thy Life; he that durst sayAntoniolives no more,
Should have possest megratis.
Ant.I would have taken care none should have don’t;To show, and offer you to Sale, was equally as shameful.
Ant.I would have taken care none should have don’t;
To show, and offer you to Sale, was equally as shameful.
Hip.Well, what hast thou more to do? this is noPlace to inhabit in, nor shall thou force me further;And back into the Town thou dar’st not go.
Hip.Well, what hast thou more to do? this is no
Place to inhabit in, nor shall thou force me further;
And back into the Town thou dar’st not go.
Ant.Perhaps I had been kinder to you,Had you continu’d still to give me that—Might have begot a Passion in me.
Ant.Perhaps I had been kinder to you,
Had you continu’d still to give me that—
Might have begot a Passion in me.
Hip.I have too much Repentance for that Sin,To increase it, at the Price of being belov’d by thee.
Hip.I have too much Repentance for that Sin,
To increase it, at the Price of being belov’d by thee.
Ant.Consider what you do, this Place is silent,And far from any thing that may assist you.Come lead me to the Covert of this Grove.[Takes her rudely.
Ant.Consider what you do, this Place is silent,
And far from any thing that may assist you.
Come lead me to the Covert of this Grove.[Takes her rudely.
EnterHaunceandGloaddrunk;Haunceseeing them, offers to go out again.
Glo.Hold, hold, Sir, why do you run away?
Hau.Thou Fool, dost not see the Reason?
Glo.I see a Man and a Lady, Sir.
Hau.Why, you Coxcomb, they are Lovers;Or some that are going to do the deed of Love.
Hau.Why, you Coxcomb, they are Lovers;
Or some that are going to do the deed of Love.
Ant.How! Men here? Your Business.
Hau.Prithee, Friend, do not trouble your self with ours, but follow your own; my Man is a little saucy in his Drink indeed, but I am sober enough to understand how things go.
Ant.Leave us then.
Hau.Leave us then—good Words, good Words, Friend; for look ye, I am in a notable Humour at present, and will be intreated.
Glo.Yes, Sir, we will be intreated.
Ant.Pray leave us then.
Hau.That’s something—but hark ye, Friend, say a Man had a mind to put in for a share with you.
Ant.Rude Slaves, leave us.
Hau.Ha, Slaves!
Glo.Slaves said you, Sir? hah—
Hip.Oh, as you’re a Gentleman, assist me.[ToHaunce.
Hau.Assist thee? this Fellow looks as he would not have his Abilities call’d in question; otherwise I am amorous enough to do thee a kindness.[Offers still to go, she holds him.
Hip.Sir, you mistake me; this is a Ravisher—
Hau.A Ravisher! ha, ha, ha, dost like him the worse for that? No, no, I beg your Pardon, Madam.
Hip.Have you no Manhood, Sir?
Glo.She is in earnest; now if I durst stay, how I would domineer over my Master; I never try’d perhaps, I may be valiant thus inspir’d. Lady, I am your Champion, who dares ravish you, or me either?
Ant.Rascal, unhand her.[He comes up to them,Gloadputs the Lady before him.
Hau.How now,Gloadingag’d! nay, I scorn to be out-done by my Man. Sirrah, march off with the Baggage, whilst I secure the Enemy.
Ant.Rash Man, what mean you?
Hau.I say, stand off, and let him go quietly away with the Wench, or look you—
Ant.Unmanner’d Fool, I will chastise thy Boldness.[Goes up to him with his Dagger.
Hau.How, how, hast thou no other Weapon?
Ant.No, if I had, thou durst not have encounter’d me.
Hau.I scorn thy Words, and therefore there lies my Sword; and since you dare me at my own Weapon, I tell you I am good atSnick-a-Sneas the bestDonof you all—[Draws a great Dutch Knife.
Ant.Can I endure this Affront?
Glo.The best way to make a Coward fight, is to leave him in Danger—Come, Lady—[Goes out.
Ant.Thou base unmanner’d Fool,how darst thouoffer at a Gentleman, with so despis’d a thing as that?
Hau.Despis’d a thing? talk not so contemptibly of this Weapon, I say, do not, but come on if you dare.
Ant.I can endure no longer—[Flies at him,Hauncecuts his Face, and takes away, after a-while, his Dagger.
Injustice! can such a Dog, and such a Weapon vanquish me?
Hau.Beg your Life; for I scorn to stain my Victory in Blood—that I learnt out ofPharamond.[Aside.
Ant.He does not merit Life,that could not defendit against so poor and base a thing as thou: Had butMarcelleft me my Sword—
Hau.O then I perceive you are us’d to be vanquish’d, and therefore I scorn to kill thee; live, live.
Ant.How the Rascal triumphs over me!
Hau.And now, like a generous Enemy, I will conduct thee to my Tent, and have thy Wounds drest—That too I had out ofPharamond.[Aside.
Ant.What if I take the offer of this Sot? so I may seeHippolyta again.But I forget—[Aside.
Hau.Will you accept my Offer?
Ant.For some Reasons I dare not venture into the Town.
Hau.My Lodging is at St. Peter’s Gate, hard by; and on the Parole of a Man of Prowess you shall be safe and free—Pharamondagain.[Aside.
Ant.I’ll trust him, for worse I cannot be.[Aside.
Lead on, I’ll follow, Sir—
Hau.Not so, for tho the Captive ought to follow the Victor, yet I’ll not trust my Enemy at my backside. Politicks too.—[Aside.
Ant.You must command—[Go out.
Scene IV.The Garden.
EnterSilvioandFrancisca.
Silv.Well, dearFrancisca, willCleontecome, And all alone into the Garden?
Fran.My Lord, she will; I have at last prevail’d, to what intent she knows not; this is an Hour wherein you’ll scarce be interrupted: The amorous Entertainment you have prepar’d for her, will advance your Design; such Objects heighten the Desire. Is all ready on your part?
Silv.It is, and I am prepared for all the Resistance she can make, and am resolv’d to satisfy my insupportable Flame, since there’s no other hope left me.
Fran.She’s coming, Sir, retire.[ExitSilviointo the Garden.
Oh, how he kills me! Well, at least this pleasure I havewhilst I am dying, that when he possesses the fairCleonte, he for ever ruins his Interest in her Heart, and must find nothing but her mortal Hate and Scorn.
EnterCleonte.
Cleo.Francisca, why art thou so earnest for my coming into the Garden so early?
Fran.Because, Madam, here without Interruption you may learn what the LadyClarindahas to tell you.
Cleo.Is that all? go wait upon her hither then.
Fran.Yes, when your more pleasant Affair is dispatch’d, I will—[Aside.
[ExitFrancisca.
Cleo.Can this be Love I feel?This strange unusual something in my Soul,That pleads so movingly forSilviothere;And makes me wish him not allied to me?
Cleo.Can this be Love I feel?
This strange unusual something in my Soul,
That pleads so movingly forSilviothere;
And makes me wish him not allied to me?
[A noise of rural Musick is heard within the Trees, as Pipes, Flutes, and Voices.
Hah! what pleasant Noise is this? sure ’tis i’ the Air— Bless me, what strange things be these!
Enter Swains playing upon Pipes, after them four Shepherds with Garlands and Flowers, and four Nymphs dancing an amorous Dance to that Musick; wherein the Shepherds make Love to the Nymphs, and put the Garlands on their Heads, and go out; the Nymphs come and lay them atCleonte’sFeet, and sing.
1 Nymph.Here at your Feet, we tribute pay,Of all the Glories of the May.
1 Nymph.Here at your Feet, we tribute pay,
Of all the Glories of the May.
2 Nymph.Such Trophies can be only dueTo Victors so divine as you,
2 Nymph.Such Trophies can be only due
To Victors so divine as you,
Both.Come, follow, follow, where Love leads the way,To Pleasures that admit of no Delay.
Both.Come, follow, follow, where Love leads the way,
To Pleasures that admit of no Delay.
1 Nymph.Come follow to the amorous Shade,Covered with Roses, and with Jessamine.
1 Nymph.Come follow to the amorous Shade,
Covered with Roses, and with Jessamine.
2 Nymph.Where the Love-sick Boy is laid,Panting for Love’s charming Queen.
2 Nymph.Where the Love-sick Boy is laid,
Panting for Love’s charming Queen.
Both.Come follow, follow, where we lead the way,To Pleasures that admit of no delay.[Lead her out.
Both.Come follow, follow, where we lead the way,
To Pleasures that admit of no delay.[Lead her out.
The Scene changesto a fine Arbour, they leave her and vanish.
Cleo.I am all Wonder.
EnterSilvioin rapture, not yet seeingCleonte.
Silv.I’m all on Fire, till I enjoy my Sister;Not all the Laws of Birth and NatureCan hinder me from loving—Nor is’t just:Why should the charm of fairCleonte’sEyes,Me less than Aliens to her Blood surprize?And why (since I love Beauty every where,And thatCleontehas the greatest share)Should not I be allowed to worship her?The empty Words of Nature and of Blood,Are such as Lovers never understood.Prudence in love ’twere Nonsense to approve,And he loves most that gives a Loose to Love.
Silv.I’m all on Fire, till I enjoy my Sister;
Not all the Laws of Birth and Nature
Can hinder me from loving—Nor is’t just:
Why should the charm of fairCleonte’sEyes,
Me less than Aliens to her Blood surprize?
And why (since I love Beauty every where,
And thatCleontehas the greatest share)
Should not I be allowed to worship her?
The empty Words of Nature and of Blood,
Are such as Lovers never understood.
Prudence in love ’twere Nonsense to approve,
And he loves most that gives a Loose to Love.
Cleo.Silviohere!
Silv.Hah—yonder she’s![Sees her.And now my Passion knows no Bounds, nor Laws.Cleonte, come, come satisfy my Flame.[Runs to her, and takes her passionately by the hand.These private Shades are ours, no jealous EyeCan interrupt our Heaven of Joy.
Silv.Hah—yonder she’s![Sees her.
And now my Passion knows no Bounds, nor Laws.
Cleonte, come, come satisfy my Flame.[Runs to her, and takes her passionately by the hand.
These private Shades are ours, no jealous Eye
Can interrupt our Heaven of Joy.
Cleo.What mean you? do you know I am your Sister?
Silv.Oh that accursed Name!—why should it check me?[He pauses.Wouldst thou had rather been some mis-begotten Monster,That might have startled Nature at thy Birth:Or if the Powers above would have thee fair,Why wert thou born my Sister?Oh, if thou shouldst preserve thy Soul, and mine,Fly from this Place and me; make haste away,A strange wild Monster is broke in upon thee;A thing that was a Man, but now as madAs raging Love can make him.Fly me, or thou art lost for ever.
Silv.Oh that accursed Name!—why should it check me?[He pauses.
Wouldst thou had rather been some mis-begotten Monster,
That might have startled Nature at thy Birth:
Or if the Powers above would have thee fair,
Why wert thou born my Sister?
Oh, if thou shouldst preserve thy Soul, and mine,
Fly from this Place and me; make haste away,
A strange wild Monster is broke in upon thee;
A thing that was a Man, but now as mad
As raging Love can make him.
Fly me, or thou art lost for ever.
Cleo.Remember,Silvio, that you are my Brother,And can you hurt your Sister?[Weeps.
Cleo.Remember,Silvio, that you are my Brother,
And can you hurt your Sister?[Weeps.
Silv.Shouldst thou repeat those Ties a thousand times,’Twill not redeem thee from the Fate that threatens thee.Be gone, whilst so much Virtue does remain about me,To wish thee out of Danger.
Silv.Shouldst thou repeat those Ties a thousand times,
’Twill not redeem thee from the Fate that threatens thee.
Be gone, whilst so much Virtue does remain about me,
To wish thee out of Danger.
Cleo.Sure,Silvio, this is but to try my Virtue.[Weeps still.
Silv.No, look on my Eyes,Cleonte, and thou shalt see them flame with a strange wicked Fire.[Looks wildly on her.
Yet do not look, thy Eyes increase it.—Alas![Turns away, and hides his Eyes.
And I shall still forget I am thy Brother:Go, go, whilst I have power to take my Eyes away,For if they turn again, it will be fatal.
And I shall still forget I am thy Brother:
Go, go, whilst I have power to take my Eyes away,
For if they turn again, it will be fatal.
Cleo.Pray hear me, Sir.
Silv.Oh, do not speak; thy Voice has CharmsAs tempting as thy Face; but whilst thou art silent and unseen,Perhaps my Madness may be moderate;For as it is, the best Effects of itWill prompt me on to kill thee.
Silv.Oh, do not speak; thy Voice has Charms
As tempting as thy Face; but whilst thou art silent and unseen,
Perhaps my Madness may be moderate;
For as it is, the best Effects of it
Will prompt me on to kill thee.
Cleo.To kill me!
Silv.Yes; for shouldst thou live, adorn’d with so much Beauty,So much my Passion is above my Reason,In some such fit as does possess me nowI should commit a Rape, a Rape upon thee:Therefore be gone, and do not tempt Despair,That merciless rude thing, but save thy Honour,And thy Life.
Silv.Yes; for shouldst thou live, adorn’d with so much Beauty,
So much my Passion is above my Reason,
In some such fit as does possess me now
I should commit a Rape, a Rape upon thee:
Therefore be gone, and do not tempt Despair,
That merciless rude thing, but save thy Honour,
And thy Life.
Cleo.I will obey you, Sir.[Goes into the Garden.
Silv.She’s gone—and now[Walks, and talks in stopping.]my hot Fit abates—she is my Sister—that is, my Father’sDaughter—but—what if his Wife deceiv’d him—or perhaps—(which is the likelier thing) my Mother play’d the false one—for ’twas her Trade to do so—and I’m not Son toAmbrosio—Oh, that she were in being to confess this Truth, for sure ’tis Truth; then I might love, and might enjoyCleonte—enjoyCleonte![In transport.]Oh that Thought! what Fire it kindles in my Veins, and now my cold Fit’s gone—[Offers to go, but starts and returns.
—No, let me pause a while—For in this Ague of my Love and Fear,Both the Extremes are mortal—[Goes into the Garden.
—No, let me pause a while—
For in this Ague of my Love and Fear,
Both the Extremes are mortal—[Goes into the Garden.
EnterAmbrosioandMarcel.
Amb.I’m reconcil’d to you, since your BrotherSilviowould have it so.
Mar.My Blood flows to my Face, to hear him named.
Amb.Let there be no more Differences between you: ButSilviohas of late been discontented, keeps home, and shuns the Conversation which Youth delights in; goes not to Court as he was wont. Prithee,Marcel, learn thou the cause of it.
Mar.I do believe I shall, my Lord—too soon.[Aside.
Amb.I’m now going to myVilla, and shall not return till Night; by the way I mean to visit your Wife, that was design’d to be, the richFlavia, and see if I can again reconcile her to you; for your Neglect has been great, and her Anger is just.
Mar.I rather wish it should continue, Sir, for I have yet no Inclinations to marry.
Amb.No more, I’ll have it so, if I can.
Mar.I’m silent, Sir.[Ex.AmbrosioandMarcel.
Enter as from out of the Garden,Cleonte,Clarinda,Francisca,Dormida, from amongst the Trees, sadly;Silviowho starts at sight of them.
Cleo.I am satisfiedyou knew not of my Brother’sbeing in the Garden.[ToFranc.
Silv.Clarindawith my Sister! and in our House! she’s very fair—and yet how dull and blasted all her Beauties seems, when they approach the fairCleonte’s—I cannot shun a tedious Compliment;to see the fairClarinda[Goes toClarinda.]here, is a Happiness beyond my Hope; I’m glad to see her kind to the Sister, who always treated the Brother with so much Scorn and Rigour.
Clar.Silvio!sure I’m betray’d.[Aside.[He talks to her.
EnterMarcel, and is amaz’d.
Mar.Hah!SilviowithClarindain our House! Oh, daring Villain! to make this place a Sanctuary To all thy Lusts and Treachery! Now I’m convinc’d, ’twas he that wounded me, And he that fled last Night with that false Woman.[Cleontegoes toMarcel.
Silv.You need not fear me now, fair Maid, I’m disarm’d of all my dangerous Love.
Mar.It was by his contrivance that she came,[ToCleonte.]do not excuse him, but send her quickly from you, lest you become as infamous as she.—
Cleo.Oh, how I hate her now; I know my BrotherSilvioloves her.
Mar.How every Gesture shows his Passion, whilst she seems pleas’d to hear him. I can endure no more—
Cleo.What will you do?[She goes to them.
Mar.Nothing, dear Sister,But if I can be wise and angry too:For ’tis not safe t’attack him in the Garden.How now,Silvio—under the Name of Brother,I see you dare too much.[Snatches away his Sister andClarinda.
Mar.Nothing, dear Sister,
But if I can be wise and angry too:
For ’tis not safe t’attack him in the Garden.
How now,Silvio—under the Name of Brother,
I see you dare too much.[Snatches away his Sister andClarinda.
Silv.What mean you by this rude Address,Marcel?
Mar.I’ll tell ye, Sir, anon. Go get you in.[To the Women, who go in.
Silv.Well, Sir, your Business now?
Mar.It is not safe to tell you here, tho I have hardly Patience to stay till thou meet me in St.Peter’sGrove.
Silv.I will not fail you, Sir, an Hour hence.[Goes in after them.
Mar.I dare not in this Rage return to upbraidClarinda, lest I do things that mis-become a Man.[Goes out.
ACT IV.
Scene I.Carlo’sHouse.
After a Noise of Musick without, enterHauncedrest asAlonzowas, follow’d byGload, in Masquerade.
Hau.Hold, hold, I do not like the Salutations I receive from all I meet in this House.
Glo.Why, Sir, methinks they are very familiar Scabs all.
Hau.Salerimente, they all salute me as they were my old Acquaintance. Your servant,Myn heer Haunce, crys one; your servant, MonsieurHaunce, crys another.
EnterServant.
Serv.Your servant, Sir, you come indeed like a Bridegroom all beset with Dance and Fiddle.
Hau.Bridegroom! ha, ha, ha, dost hear,Gload?’tis true faith. But how the Devil came he to know it, man, hah?
Serv.My Master, Sir, was just asking for you, he longs to speak with you.
Hau.Ha, ha, with me, Sir? why, ha, ha, who the pox am I?
Serv.You, Sir, why, who should you be?
Hau.Who should I be? why, who should I be?
Serv.Myn heer Haunce van Ezel, Sir.
Hau.Ha, ha, ha, well guest, i’faith now.
Glo.Why how should they guess otherwise, coming so attended with Musick, as prepar’d for a Wedding?
Hau.Ha, ha, ha, say’st thou so? faith, ’tis a good Device to save the Charges of the first Compliments, hah: buthark ye, hark ye, Friend, are you sure this is the House of DonCarlo?
Serv.Why, Sir, have you forgot it?
Hau.Forgot it! ha, ha, ha, dost hear,Gload?forgot it! why how the Devil should I remember it?
Glo.Sir, I believe this is some new-fashion’d Civility in Spain, to know every Man before he sees him.
Hau.No, no, you fool, they never change their Fashion in Spain, Man.
Glo.I mean their manner of Address, Sir.
Hau.It may be so, I’ll see farther. Friend, is DonCarlowithin?
Serv.He has not been out since, Sir.
Hau.Since, ha, ha, ha, since when? hah.
Serv.Since you saw him, Sir.
Hau.Salerimente, will you make me mad? why you damnable Rascal, when did I see him? hah.
Serv.Here comes my Master himself, Sir,[EnterCarlo.]let him inform you, if you grow so hot upon the Question.
Car.How now, Son, what, angry? You have e’en tir’d your self with walking, and are out of Humour.
Hau.Look there again—the old Man’s mad too; why how the pox should he know I have been walking? Indeed, Sir, I have, as you say, been walking[Playing with his Hat.]—and am—as you say, out of Humour—But under favour, Sir, who are you? Sure ’tis the old Conjurer, and those were his little Imps I met.[Surlily to him.
Car.Sure, Son, you should be a Wit, by the shortness of your Memory.
Hau.By the Goodness of yours, you should be none, ha, ha, ha. Did I not meet with him there,Gload, hah? But pray refresh my Memory, and let me know you; I come to seek a Father amongst you here, one DonCarlo.
Car.Am I not the Man, Sir?
Hau.How the Devil should I know that now, unless by instinct?
Glo.The old Man is mad, and must be humour’d.
Hau.Cry you Mercy, Sir, I vow I had quite forgot you. Sir, I hope DonnaEuphemia—
Car.Oh, Sir, she’s in a much better Humour than when you saw her last, complies with our Desires more than I cou’d hope or wish.
Hau.Why look you here again—I ask’d after her Health, not her Humour.
Car.I know not what Arts you made use of, but she’s strangely taken with your Conversation and Person.
Glo.Truly, Sir, you are mightily beholden to her, that she should have all this good Will to your Person and Conversation before she sees you.
Hau.Ay, so I am; therefore, Sir, I desire to see your Daughter, for I shall hardly be so generous as she has been, and be quits with her before I see her.
Car.Why, Sir, I hop’d you lik’d her when you saw her last.
Hau.Stark mad—I saw her last! why, what the Devil do you mean? I never saw her in all my Life, man. Stark mad, as I am true Dutch—[Aside.
Car.A Lover always thinks the time tedious: But here’s my Daughter.
EnterEuphemiaandOlinda.
Hau.Ay, one of these must be she: but ’tis a Wonder I should not know which she isby instinct.[Aside.
[Stands looking very simplyon both.
Euph.This is notAlonzo—has he betray’d me?[Aside.
Car.Go, Sir, she expects you.
Hau.Your pardon, Sir; let her come to me, if she will, I’m sure she knows me better than I do her.
Glo.How should she know you, Sir?
Hau.How? by instinct, you Fool, as all the rest of the House does: don’t you, fair Mistress?
Euph.I know you—
Hau.Yes, you know me; you need not be so coy mun, the old Man has told me all.
Euph.What has he told you?—I am ruin’d.[Aside.
Hau.Faith, much more than I believ’d, for he was very full of hisnew-fashion’d Spanish Civility, as they call it; But ha, ha, I hope, fair Mistress, you do not take after him?
Euph.What if I do, Sir?
Hau.Why then I had as lieve marry a Steeple with a perpetual Ring of Bells.
Glo.Let me advise you, Sir; methinks you might make a handsomer Speech for the first, to so pretty a Lady—Fakes, and were I to do’t—
Hau.I had a rare Speech for her thou knowest, and an Entertainment besides, that was, tho I say it, unordinary: But a pox of this new way of Civility, as thou call’st it, it has put me quite beside my part.
Glo.Tho you are out of your complimenting Part, I am not out of my dancing one, and therefore that part of your Entertainment I’ll undertake for. ’Slife, Sir, would you disappoint all our Ship’s Company?—
Hau.That’s according as I find this proud Tit in Humour.
Car.And why so coy? pray why all this Dissimulation? Come, come, I have told him your Mind, and do intend to make you both happy immediately.
Euph.How, Sir, immediately!
Car.Yes, indeed; nay, if you have deceiv’d me, and dissembled with me, when I was so kind, I’ll show you Trick for Trick i’faith—[Goes toHaunce.
Euph.What shall we do,Olinda?
Olin.Why marry DonAlonzo, Madam.
Euph.Do not rally, this is no time for Mirth.
Olin.Fie upon’t, Madam, that you should have so little Courage; your Father takes this Fellow to beAlonzo.
Car.What Counsel are you giving there, hah?
Olin.Only taking leave of our old Acquaintance, since you talk of marrying us so soon.
Car.What Acquaintance, pray?
Olin.Our Maiden-heads, Sir.
Hau.Ha, ha, ha, a pleasant Wench, faith now; I believe you would be content to part with yours with less warning.
Olin.On easy Terms perhaps, but this marrying I do not like; ’tis like going a long Voyage to Sea, where after a while even the Calms are distasteful, and the Storms dangerous: one seldom sees a new Object, ’tis still a deal of Sea, Sea; Husband, Husband, every day,—till one’s quite cloy’d with it.
Car.A mad Girl this, Son.
Hau.Ay, Sir, but I wish she had left out the simile,it made my Stomach wamble.
Glo.Pray, Sir, let you the Maid alone as an Utensil belonging to my Place and Office, and meddle you with the Mistress.
Hau.Faith now, thou hast the better Bargain of the two; my Mistress looks so scurvily and civil, that I don’t know what to say to her—Lady—hang’t, that look has put me quite out again.
Car.To her, Son, to her—
Hau.Hark ye, Lady—Well, what next now? Oh pox, quite out, quite out; tell me whether the old Man ly’d or no, when he told me you lov’d me.
Euph.I love you!
Hau.Look you there now, how she looks again.
Car.She’s only bashful, Sir, before me; therefore if you please to take a small Collation, that has waited within for you this three Hours—
Hau.That’s strange now, that any thing should wait for me, who was no more expected herethanBethlehem-Gaber: Faith now, Lady, this Father of yours is very simple.
Euph.To take you for his Son.
Hau.I meant to have surpriz’d you I vow, before you had dreamt of me; and when I came, you all knew me as well as if you had cast a Figure for me.
Car.Well, Son, you’ll follow.
Euph.You will not leave me alone, Sir, with a Man?
Hau.Go your ways, go your ways—I shall know more of your Secrets before[Gloadmakes Grimaces toOlindaof Love.]night yet, you little pouting Hypocrite you.
Euph.You know my Secrets! why, who are you?
Hau.Ha, ha, ha, that’s a very good one faith now: who am I, quoth thou? why there’s not a Child thus high in all your Father’s House would have ask’d me so simple a Question.
Olin.Madam, I find by this Man, this is your expected Lover, whom you must flatter, or you are undone, ’tisHaunce van Ezel.[ToEuphemia.
Euph.The Fop himself.
Hau.Oh, do you know me now?
Euph.’Tis impossible.
Hau.This is an extreme the other way now.[Aside.
Impossible, ha, ha, ha! No, no, poor thing, do not doubt thy Happiness: for look ye, to confirm you, here are my Bills of Exchange with my own natural Name to them, if you can read written Hand—[Shews her Papers.
Glo.Not love you! I’ll swear you lye now, you little Jade, I am now in Masquerade, and you cannot judge of me; but I am Book-keeper and Cashier to my Master, and my Love will turn to account, I’ll warrant you.
Olin.There may be use made of him.[Aside.
I shall think of it. But pray why are you thus accouter’d?
Glo.Fakes, to entertainyour Lady, we have brought the whole Ship’s Company too in Masquerade.
Olin.That indeed will be very proper at this time of the Day, and the first Visit too.
Glo.Shaw, that’s nothing, you little think what Blades we are mun—Sir, I’ll call in the Fiddles and the Company.
Hau.Well remember’d, faith, now I had e’en forgot it.
Euph.What’s the meaning of this?[Fiddles strike up.
Hau.To show you the difference between the damnabledull Gravity of theSpanish, and brisk Gaiety of theDutch. Come, come, begin all.
EnterDutchmenand Women dancing.
Nay, I’ll shew you what I can do too, come,Gload.[They two dance.
There’s for you now, and yet you have not seen half my good Qualities; I can sing the newest Ballad that has been made, so I can.[Sings aDutchSong.
Euph.Be these your Friends, Sir? they look as if you had ransack’da Hoyfor them.
Hau.How! look on them well, they are all States or States-fellows, I tell you that now, and they can bear witness who I am too.
Euph.Now I’m convinced, and am sorry I doubted my Happiness so long: I had such a Character of you.
Hau.Of me! oh Lord, I vow now—as they say—I don’t know—ha, ha—
Euph.I heard you were the most incorrigible Fool, the most intolerable Fop.
Hau.Ha, ha, ha, do you hear,Gload—who, I a Fop? I vow they were mistaken in me, for I am counted as pretty a Merchant as any walks the Change; can write a very plain Hand, and cast Account as well—my manGload—can’t I, Sirrah?
Glo.Yes indeed, forsooth, can he.
Hau.Egad, a Fool, a Fop, quoth ye—[Walks angry.
Olin.By all means flatter him, Madam.
Euph.I’m satisfy’d, Sir.
Hau.I care not whether you are or no, for I shall have you whether you will or no, mun.
Euph.’Tis very likely; but there is a certain troublesome Fellow in love with me, that has made me vow whenever I marry to ask him leave.
Hau.How, ask his leave? I scorn to ask any Body’s leave, I tell you that, tho ’twere my Mistress—
Euph.I cannot marry you then.
Hau.How, not marry me? look here now:[Ready to cry.
Gload, can’t you marry, and let no living Soul know it?
Euph.Oh no, Sir, I love your Life better, which would be indanger’d.
Hau.Why, what a cursed Custom you have inSpain, a Man can neither marry, nor console his Neighbour’s Wife without having his Throat cut. Why, what if he will not give you leave?
Euph.Why, then you must fight him.
Hau.How! fight him, I fight him!
Glo.Why, yes, Sir, you know you can fight, you try’d but this very Morning—
Hau.Softly, you damn’d Rogue, not a Word of my Prowess aloud.Salerimente, I shall be put to fight when I am sober, shall I, for your damn’d prating, ye Rascal?
Euph.I am glad you have that good Quality.
[Olindaspeaking toGload, pushes him to speak.