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The Old Bachelor
The Old Bachelor
Prologue ............................................................................................................................. 7
Dramatis Personae............................................................................................................ 9
ACT II .............................................................................................................................. 19
ACT III ............................................................................................................................ 32
ACT IV............................................................................................................................. 44
ACT V .............................................................................................................................. 63 Epilogue ........................................................................................................................... 79
Quem tulit ad scenam ventoso Gloria curru, Exanimat lentus spectator; sedulus inflat:
Sic leve, sic parvum est, animum quod laudis avarum Subruit, and reficit.
My Lord,--It is with a great deal of pleasure that I lay hold on this first occasion which the accidents of my life have given me of writing to your lordship: for since at the same time I write to all the world, it will be a means of publishing (what I would have everybody know) the respect and duty which I owe and pay to you. I have so much inclination to be yours that I need no other engagement. But the particular ties by which I am bound to your lordship and family have put it out of my power to make you any compliment, since all offers of myself will amount to no more than an honest acknowledgment, and only shew a willingness in me to be grateful.
I am very near wishing that it were not so much my interest to be your lordship's servant, that it might be more my merit; not that I would avoid being obliged to you, but I would have my own choice to run me into the debt: that I might have it to boast, I had distinguished a man to whom I would be glad to be obliged, even without the hopes of having it in my power ever to make him a return.
It is impossible for me to come near your lordship in any kind and not to receive some favour; and while in appearance I am only making an acknowledgment (with the usual underhand dealing of the world) I am at the same time insinuating my own interest. I cannot give your lordship your due, without tacking a bill of my own privileges. 'Tis true, if a man never committed a folly, he would never stand in need of a protection. But then power would have nothing to do, and good nature no occasion to show itself; and where those qualities are, 'tis pity they should want objects to shine upon. I must confess this is no reason why a man should do an idle thing, nor indeed any good excuse for it when done; yet it reconciles the uses of such authority and goodness to the necessities of our follies, and is a sort of poetical logic, which at this time I would make use of, to argue your lordship into a protection of this play. It is the first offence I have committed in this kind, or indeed, in any kind of poetry, though not the first made public, and therefore I hope will the more easily be pardoned. But had it been acted, when it was first written, more might have been said in its behalf: ignorance of the town and stage would then have been excuses in a young writer, which now almost four years' experience will scarce allow of. Yet I must declare myself sensible of the good nature of the town, in receiving this play so kindly, with all its faults, which I must own were, for the most part, very industriously covered by the care of the players; for I think scarce a character but received all the advantage it would admit of from the justness of the action.
As for the critics, my lord, I have nothing to say to, or against, any of them of any kind: from those who make just exceptions, to those who find fault in the wrong place. I will only make this general answer in behalf of my play (an answer which Epictetus advises every man to make for himself to his censurers), viz.: 'That if they who find some faults in it, were as intimate with it as I am, they would find a great many more.' This is a confession, which I needed not to have made; but however, I can draw this use from it to my own advantage: that I think there are no faults in it but what I do know; which, as I take it, is the first step to an amendment.
Thus I may live in hopes (sometime or other) of making the town amends; but you, my lord, I never can, though I am ever your lordship's most obedient and most humble servant,WILL. CONGREVE. To Mr. Congreve.
When virtue in pursuit of fame appears, And forward shoots the growth beyond the years. We timely court the rising hero's cause, And on his side the poet wisely draws,
Bespeaking him hereafter by applause.
The days will come, when we shall all receive Returning interest from what now we give, Instructed and supported by that praise
And reputation which we strive to raise. Nature so coy, so hardly to be wooed,
Flies, like a mistress, but to be pursued. O Congreve! boldly follow on the chase: She looks behind and wants thy strong embrace: She yields, she yields, surrenders all her charms, Do you but force her gently to your arms: Such nerves, such graces, in your lines appear, As you were made to be her ravisher.
Dryden has long extended his command, By right divine, quite through the muses' land, Absolute lord; and holding now from none, But great Apollo, his undoubted crown. That empire settled, and grown old in power Can wish for nothing but a successor:
Not to enlarge his limits, but maintain
Those provinces, which he alone could gain. His eldest Wycherly, in wise retreat,
Thought it not worth his quiet to be great. Loose, wand'ring Etherege, in wild pleasures tost, And foreign int'rests, to his hopes long lost: Poor Lee and Otway dead! Congreve appears, The darling, and last comfort of his years. May'st thou live long in thy great master's smiles, And growing under him, adorn these isles. But when--when part of him (be that but late) His body yielding must submit to fate,
Leaving his deathless works and thee behind (The natural successor of his mind),
Then may'st thou finish what he has begun: Heir to his merit, be in fame his son.
What thou hast done, shews all is in thy pow'r, And to write better, only must write more. 'Tis something to be willing to commend; But my best praise is, that I am your friend,
The danger's great in these censorious days, When critics are so rife to venture praise: When the infectious and ill-natured brood Behold, and damn the work, because 'tis good, And with a proud, ungenerous spirit, try To pass an ostracism on poetry.
But you, my friend, your worth does safely bear Above their spleen; you have no cause for fear; Like a well-mettled hawk, you took your flight Quite out of reach, and almost out of sight. As the strong sun, in a fair summer's day, You rise, and drive the mists and clouds away, The owls and bats, and all the birds of prey. Each line of yours, like polished steel's so hard, In beauty safe, it wants no other guard.
Nature herself's beholden to your dress, Which though still like, much fairer you express. Some vainly striving honour to obtain,
Leave to their heirs the traffic of their brain: Like China under ground, the ripening ware, In a long time, perhaps grows worth our care. But you now reap the fame, so well you've sown; The planter tastes his fruit to ripeness grown. As a fair orange-tree at once is seen
Big with what's ripe, yet springing still with green, So at one time, my worthy friend appears, With all the sap of youth, and weight of years. Accept my pious love, as forward zeal,
Which though it ruins me I can't conceal: Exposed to censure for my weak applause, I'm pleased to suffer in so just a cause;
And though my offering may unworthy prove, Take, as a friend, the wishes of my love.
Wit, like true gold, refined from all allay, Immortal is, and never can decay:
'Tis in all times and languages the same,
Nor can an ill translation quench the flame: For, though the form and fashion don't remain, The intrinsic value still it will retain.
Then let each studied scene be writ with art, And judgment sweat to form the laboured part. Each character be just, and nature seem:
Without th' ingredient, wit, 'tis all but phlegm: For that's the soul, which all the mass must move, And wake our passions into grief or love. But you, too bounteous, sow your wit so thick, We are surprised, and know not where to pick; And while with clapping we are just to you, Ourselves we injure, and lose something new. What mayn't we then, great youth, of thee presage, Whose art and wit so much transcend thy age? How wilt thou shine at thy meridian height, Who, at thy rising, giv'st so vast a light?
When Dryden dying shall the world deceive, Whom we immortal, as his works, believe, Thou shalt succeed, the glory of the stage, Adorn and entertain the coming age.
Prologue(Written by the Lord Falkland)
Most authors on the stage at first appear Like widows' bridegrooms, full of doubt and fear: They judge, from the experience of the dame, How hard a task it is to quench her flame; And who falls short of furnishing a course Up to his brawny predecessor's force,
With utmost rage from her embraces thrown, Remains convicted as an empty drone.
Thus often, to his shame, a pert beginner Proves in the end a miserable sinner.
As for our youngster, I am apt to doubt him, With all the vigour of his youth about him; But he, more sanguine, trusts in one and twenty, And impudently hopes he shall content you: For though his bachelor be worn and cold, He thinks the young may club to help the old, And what alone can be achieved by neither, Is often brought about by both together.
The briskest of you all have felt alarms,
Finding the fair one prostitute her charms With broken sighs, in her old fumbler's arms: But for our spark, he swears he'll ne'er be jealous Of any rivals, but young lusty fellows.
Faith, let him try his chance, and if the slave, After his bragging, prove a washy knave, May he be banished to some lonely den
And never more have leave to dip his pen. But if he be the champion he pretends,
Both sexes sure will join to be his friends, For all agree, where all can have their ends. And you must own him for a man of might, If he holds out to please you the third night.
How this vile world is changed! In former days Prologues were serious speeches before plays, Grave, solemn things, as graces are to feasts, Where poets begged a blessing from their guests. But now no more like suppliants we come; A play makes war, and prologue is the drum. Armed with keen satire and with pointed wit, We threaten you who do for judges sit,
To save our plays, or else we'll damn your pit. But for your comfort, it falls out to-day,
We've a young author and his first-born play; So, standing only on his good behaviour, He's very civil, and entreats your favour. Not but the man has malice, would he show it, But on my conscience he's a bashful poet; You think that strange--no matter, he'll outgrow it. Well, I'm his advocate: by me he prays you (I don't know whether I shall speak to please you), He prays--O bless me! what shall I do now? Hang me if I know what he prays, or how! And 'twas the prettiest prologue as he wrote it! Well, the deuce take me, if I han't forgot it. O Lord, for heav'n's sake excuse the play, Because, you know, if it be damned to-day, I shall be hanged for wanting what to say. For my sake then--but I'm in such confusion, I cannot stay to hear your resolution.
HEARTWELL, a surly old bachelor, pretending to slight women, secretly in love with Silvia--Mr. Betterton.
BELLMOUR, in love with Belinda--Mr. Powell
VAINLOVE, capricious in his love; in love with Araminta--Mr. Williams
SIR JOSEPH WITTOL--Mr. Bowen
CAPTAIN BLUFFE--Mr. Haines.
FONDLEWIFE, a banker--Mr. Dogget
SETTER, a pimp--Mr Underhill
SERVANT to Fondlewife.
ARAMINTA, in love with Vainlove--Mrs. Bracegirdle
BELINDA, her cousin, an affected lady, in love with Bellmour--Mrs. Mountfort
LAETITIA, wife to Fondlewife--Mrs. Barry
SYLVIA, Vainlove's forsaken mistress--Mrs. Bowman
LUCY, her maid--Mrs. Leigh
BOY and FOOTMEN.
ACT ISCENE I. SCENE: The Street. BELLMOUR and VAINLOVE meeting. BELL. Vainlove, and abroad so early! Good-morrow; I thought a contemplative lover could no more have parted with his bed in a morning than he could have slept in't.
VAIN. Bellmour, good-morrow. Why, truth on't is, these early sallies are not usual to me; but business, as you see, sir-- [Showing Letters.] And business must be followed, or be lost.
BELL . Business! And so must time, my friend, be close pursued, or lost. Business is the rub of life, perverts our aim, casts off the bias, and leaves us wide and short of the intended mark.VAIN. Pleasure, I guess you mean. BELL. Ay; what else has meaning?VAIN. Oh, the wise will tell you - BELL. More than they believe--or understand. VAIN. How, how, Ned! A wise man say more than he understands?
BELL . Ay, ay! Wisdom's nothing but a pretending to know and believe more than we really do. You read of but one wise man, and all that he knew was, that he knew nothing. Come, come, leave business to idlers and wisdom to fools; they have need of 'em. Wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation; and let Father Time shake his glass. Let low and earthly souls grovel till they have worked themselves six foot deep into a grave. Business is not my element--I roll in a higher orb, and dwell -VAIN. In castles i' th' air of thy own building. That's thy element, Ned. Well, as high a flier as you are, I have a lure may make you stoop. [Flings a Letter.]
BELL . I, marry, sir, I have a hawk's eye at a woman's hand. There's more elegancy in the false spelling of this superscription [takes up the Letter] than in all Cicero. Let me see.-How now!-- Dear PERFIDIOUS VAINLOVE. [Reads.]
VAIN . Hold, hold, 'slife, that's the wrong. BELL. Nay, let's see the name--Sylvia!--how canst thou be ungrateful to that creature? She's extremely pretty, and loves thee entirely--I have heard her breathe such raptures about thee -VAIN. Ay, or anybody that she's about - BELL. No, faith, Frank, you wrong her; she has been just to you. VAIN. That's pleasant, by my troth, from thee, who hast had her.
BELL . Never--her affections. 'Tis true, by heaven: she owned it to my face; and, blushing like the virgin morn when it disclosed the cheat which that trusty bawd of nature, night, had hid, confessed her soul was true to you; though I by treachery had stolen the bliss.VAIN. So was true as turtle--in imagination--Ned, ha? Preach this doctrine to husbands, and the married women will adore thee.
BELL . Why, faith, I think it will do well enough, if the husband be out of the way, for the wife to show her fondness and impatience of his absence by choosing a lover as like him as she can; and what is unlike, she may help out with her own fancy.VAIN. But is it not an abuse to the lover to be made a blind of?BELL. As you say, the abuse is to the lover, not the husband. For 'tis an argument of her great zeal towards him, that she will enjoy him in effigy.
VAIN . It must be a very superstitious country where such zeal passes for true devotion. I doubt it will be damned by all our Protestant husbands for flat idolatry. But, if you can make Alderman Fondlewife of your persuasion, this letter will be needless.BELL. What! The old banker with the handsome wife?VAIN. Ay. BELL. Let me see--LAETITIA! Oh, 'tis a delicious morsel. Dear Frank, thou art the truest friend in the world.
VAIN . Ay, am I not? To be continually starting of hares for you to course. We were certainly cut out for one another; for my temper quits an amour just where thine takes it up. But read that; it is an appointment for me, this evening--when Fondlewife will be gone out of town, to meet the master of a ship, about the return of a venture which he's in danger of losing. Read, read.
BELL. [reads.] Hum, Hum--Out of town this evening, and talks of sending for Mr. Spintext to keep me company; but I'll take care he shall not be at home. Good! Spintext! Oh, the fanatic one-eyed parson!
BELL . [reads.] Hum, Hum--That your conversation will be much more agreeable, if you can counterfeit his habit to blind the servants. Very good! Then I must be disguised?-With all my heart!--It adds a gusto to an amour; gives it the greater resemblance of theft; and, among us lewd mortals, the deeper the sin the sweeter. Frank, I'm amazed at thy good nature -
VAIN . Faith, I hate love when 'tis forced upon a man, as I do wine. And this business is none of my seeking; I only happened to be, once or twice, where Laetitia was the handsomest woman in company; so, consequently, applied myself to her--and it seems she has taken me at my word. Had you been there, or anybody, 't had been the same.BELL. I wish I may succeed as the same. VAIN. Never doubt it; for if the spirit of cuckoldom be once raised up in a woman, the devil can't lay it, until she has done't. BELL. Prithee, what sort of fellow is Fondlewife?
VAIN . A kind of mongrel zealot, sometimes very precise and peevish. But I have seen him pleasant enough in his way; much addicted to jealousy, but more to fondness; so that as he is often jealous without a cause, he's as often satisfied without reason.BELL. A very even temper, and fit for my purpose. I must get your man Setter to provide my disguise. VAIN. Ay; you may take him for good and all, if you will, for you have made him fit for nobody else. Well - BELL. You're going to visit in return of Sylvia's letter. Poor rogue! Any hour of the day or night will serve her. But do you know nothing of a new rival there?
VAIN . Yes; Heartwell--that surly, old, pretended woman-hater-- thinks her virtuous; that's one reason why I fail her. I would have her fret herself out of conceit with me, that she may entertain some thoughts of him. I know he visits her every day.
BELL . Yet rails on still, and thinks his love unknown to us. A little time will swell him so, he must be forced to give it birth; and the discovery must needs be very pleasant from himself, to see what pains he will take, and how he will strain to be delivered of a secret, when he has miscarried of it already.
VAIN. Well, good-morrow. Let's dine together; I'll meet at the old place.
BELL . With all my heart. It lies convenient for us to pay our afternoon services to our mistresses. I find I am damnably in love, I'm so uneasy for not having seen Belinda yesterday.VAIN. But I saw my Araminta, yet am as impatient. SCENE II. BELLMOUR alone.
BELL . Why, what a cormorant in love am I! Who, not contented with the slavery of honourable love in one place, and the pleasure of enjoying some half a score mistresses of my own acquiring, must yet take Vainlove's business upon my hands, because it lay too heavy upon his; so am not only forced to lie with other men's wives for 'em, but must also undertake the harder task of obliging their mistresses. I must take up, or I shall never hold out. Flesh and blood cannot bear it always.SCENE III. [To him] SHARPER. SHARP. I'm sorry to see this, Ned. Once a man comes to his soliloquies, I give him for gone. BELL. Sharper, I'm glad to see thee. SHARP. What! is Belinda cruel, that you are so thoughtful?BELL. No, faith, not for that. But there's a business of consequence fallen out to-day that requires some consideration. SHARP. Prithee, what mighty business of consequence canst thou have?
BELL . Why, you must know, 'tis a piece of work toward the finishing of an alderman. It seems I must put the last hand to it, and dub him cuckold, that he may be of equal dignity with the rest of his brethren: so I must beg Belinda's pardon.
SHARP . Faith, e'en give her over for good and all; you can have no hopes of getting her for a mistress; and she is too proud, too inconstant, too affected and too witty, and too handsome for a wife.
BELL . But she can't have too much money. There's twelve thousand pound, Tom. 'Tis true she is excessively foppish and affected; but in my conscience I believe the baggage loves me: for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers anybody else to rail at me. Then, as I told you, there's twelve thousand pound. Hum! Why, faith, upon second thoughts, she does not appear to be so very affected neither.--Give her her due, I think the woman's a woman, and that's all. As such, I'm sure I shall like her; for the devil take me if I don't love all the sex.SHARP. And here comes one who swears as heartily he hates all the sex. SCENE IV. [To them] HEARTWELL.
BELL . Who? Heartwell? Ay, but he knows better things. How now, George, where hast thou been snarling odious truths, and entertaining company, like a physician, with discourse of their diseases and infirmities? What fine lady hast thou been putting out of conceit with herself, and persuading that the face she had been making all the morning was none of her own? For I know thou art as unmannerly and as unwelcome to a woman as a looking-glass after the smallpox.
HEART . I confess I have not been sneering fulsome lies and nauseous flattery; fawning upon a little tawdry whore, that will fawn upon me again, and entertain any puppy that comes, like a tumbler, with the same tricks over and over. For such, I guess, may have been your late employment.BELL. Would thou hadst come a little sooner. Vainlove would have wrought thy conversion, and been a champion for the cause. HEART. What! has he been here? That's one of love's April fools; is always upon some errand that's to no purpose; ever embarking in adventures, yet never comes to harbour. SHARP. That's because he always sets out in foul weather, loves to buffet with the winds, meet the tide, and sail in the teeth of opposition. HEART. What! Has he not dropt anchor at Araminta?BELL. Truth on't is she fits his temper best, is a kind of floating island; sometimes seems in reach, then vanishes and keeps him busied in the search. SHARP. She had need have a good share of sense to manage so capricious a lover.
BELL . Faith I don't know, he's of a temper the most easy to himself in the world; he takes as much always of an amour as he cares for, and quits it when it grows stale or unpleasant.SHARP. An argument of very little passion, very good understanding, and very ill nature. HEART. And proves that Vainlove plays the fool with discretion.
SHARP . You, Bellmour, are bound in gratitude to stickle for him; you with pleasure reap that fruit, which he takes pains to sow: he does the drudgery in the mine, and you stamp your image on the gold.
BELL . He's of another opinion, and says I do the drudgery in the mine. Well, we have each our share of sport, and each that which he likes best; 'tis his diversion to set, 'tis mine to cover the partridge.HEART. And it should be mine to let 'em go again. SHARP. Not till you had mouthed a little, George. I think that's all thou art fit for now.
HEART . Good Mr. Young-Fellow, you're mistaken; as able as yourself, and as nimble, too, though I mayn't have so much mercury in my limbs; 'tis true, indeed, I don't force appetite, but wait the natural call of my lust, and think it time enough to be lewd after I have had the temptation.BELL. Time enough, ay, too soon, I should rather have expected, from a person of your gravity.
HEART . Yet it is oftentimes too late with some of you young, termagant, flashy sinners
-you have all the guilt of the intention, and none of the pleasure of the practice--'tis true you are so eager in pursuit of the temptation, that you save the devil the trouble of leading you into it. Nor is it out of discretion that you don't swallow that very hook yourselves have baited, but you are cloyed with the preparative, and what you mean for a whet, turns the edge of your puny stomachs. Your love is like your courage, which you show for the first year or two upon all occasions; till in a little time, being disabled or disarmed, you abate of your vigour; and that daring blade which was so often drawn, is bound to the peace for ever after.
HEART . I am for having everybody be what they pretend to be: a whoremaster be a whoremaster, and not like Vainlove, kiss a lap-dog with passion, when it would disgust him from the lady's own lips.
BELL . That only happens sometimes, where the dog has the sweeter breath, for the more cleanly conveyance. But, George, you must not quarrel with little gallantries of this nature: women are often won by 'em. Who would refuse to kiss a lap-dog, if it were preliminary to the lips of his lady?
SHARP . Or omit playing with her fan, and cooling her if she were hot, when it might entitle him to the office of warming her when she should be cold?
BELL. What is it to read a play in a rainy day? Though you should be now and then interrupted in a witty scene, and she perhaps preserve her laughter, till the jest were over; even that may be borne with, considering the reward in prospect.
HEART . I confess you that are women's asses bear greater burdens: are forced to undergo dressing, dancing, singing, sighing, whining, rhyming, flattering, lying, grinning, cringing, and the drudgery of loving to boot.BELL. O brute, the drudgery of loving!
HEART . Ay! Why, to come to love through all these incumbrances is like coming to an estate overcharged with debts, which, by the time you have paid, yields no further profit than what the bare tillage and manuring of the land will produce at the expense of your own sweat.BELL. Prithee, how dost thou love?SHARP. He! He hates the sex. HEART. So I hate physic too--yet I may love to take it for my health. BELL. Well come off, George, if at any time you should be taken straying. SHARP. He has need of such an excuse, considering the present state of his body. HEART. How d'ye mean?SHARP. Why, if whoring be purging, as you call it, then, I may say, marriage is entering into a course of physic. BELL. How, George! Does the wind blow there?
HEART . It will as soon blow north and by south--marry, quotha! I hope in heaven I have a greater portion of grace, and I think I have baited too many of those traps to be caught in one myself.
BELL . Who the devil would have thee? unless 'twere an oysterwoman to propagate young fry for Billingsgate--thy talent will never recommend thee to anything of better quality.
HEART . My talent is chiefly that of speaking truth, which I don't expect should ever recommend me to people of quality. I thank heaven I have very honestly purchased the hatred of all the great families in town.
SHARP . And you in return of spleen hate them. But could you hope to be received into the alliance of a noble family -
HEART. No; I hope I shall never merit that affliction, to be punished with a wife of birth, be a stag of the first head and bear my horns aloft, like one of the supporters of my wife's coat. S'death I would not be a Cuckold to e'er an illustrious whore in England.
HEART . Ay, there you've nicked it. There's the devil upon devil. Oh, the pride and joy of heart 'twould be to me to have my son and heir resemble such a duke; to have a fleering coxcomb scoff and cry, 'Mr. your son's mighty like his Grace, has just his smile and air of's face.' Then replies another, 'Methinks he has more of the Marquess of such a place about his nose and eyes, though he has my Lord what-d'ye-call's mouth to a tittle.' Then I, to put it off as unconcerned, come chuck the infant under the chin, force a smile, and cry, 'Ay, the boy takes after his mother's relations,' when the devil and she knows 'tis a little compound of the whole body of nobility.BELL & SHARP. Ha, ha, ha! BELL. Well, but, George, I have one question to ask you - HEART. Pshaw, I have prattled away my time. I hope you are in no haste for an answer, for I shan't stay now. [Looking on his watch.] BELL. Nay, prithee, George - HEART. No; besides my business, I see a fool coming this way. Adieu. SCENE V. SHARPER, BELLMOUR. BELL. What does he mean? Oh, 'tis Sir Joseph Wittoll with his friend; but I see he has turned the corner and goes another way. SHARP. What in the name of wonder is it?BELL. Why, a fool. SHARP. 'Tis a tawdry outside. BELL. And a very beggarly lining--yet he may be worth your acquaintance; a little of thy chymistry, Tom, may extract gold from that dirt.
SHARP . Say you so? 'Faith I am as poor as a chymist, and would be as industrious. But what was he that followed him? Is not he a dragon that watches those golden pippins? BELL. Hang him, no, he a dragon! If he be, 'tis a very peaceful one. I can ensure his anger dormant; or should he seem to rouse, 'tis but well lashing him, and he will sleep like a top.SHARP. Ay, is he of that kidney?
BELL . Yet is adored by that bigot, Sir Joseph Wittoll, as the image of valour. He calls him his back, and indeed they are never asunder--yet, last night, I know not by what mischance, the knight was alone, and had fallen into the hands of some night-walkers, who, I suppose, would have pillaged him. But I chanced to come by and rescued him, though I believe he was heartily frightened; for as soon as ever he was loose, he ran away without staying to see who had helped him.SHARP. Is that bully of his in the army?
BELL . No; but is a pretender, and wears the habit of a soldier, which nowadays as often cloaks cowardice, as a black gown does atheism. You must know he has been abroad-went purely to run away from a campaign; enriched himself with the plunder of a few oaths, and here vents them against the general, who, slighting men of merit, and preferring only those of interest, has made him quit the service.SHARP. Wherein no doubt he magnifies his own performance. BELL. Speaks miracles, is the drum to his own praise--the only implement of a soldier he resembles, like that, being full of blustering noise and emptiness - SHARP. And like that, of no use but to be beaten. BELL. Right; but then the comparison breaks, for he will take a drubbing with as little noise as a pulpit cushion. SHARP. His name, and I have done? BELL. Why, that, to pass it current too, he has gilded with a title: he is called Capt. Bluffe. SHARP. Well, I'll endeavour his acquaintance--you steer another course, are bound - For love's island: I, for the golden coast. May each succeed in what he wishes most.
ACT IISCENE I. SIR JOSEPH WITTOLL, SHARPER following. SHARP. Sure that's he, and alone.
SIR JO. Um--Ay, this, this is the very damned place; the inhuman cannibals, the bloodyminded villains, would have butchered me last night. No doubt they would have flayed me alive, have sold my skin, and devoured, etc.SHARP. How's this! SIR JO. An it hadn't been for a civil gentleman as came by and frighted 'em away--but, agad, I durst not stay to give him thanks. SHARP. This must be Bellmour he means. Ha! I have a thought - SIR JO. Zooks, would the captain would come; the very remembrance makes me quake; agad, I shall never be reconciled to this place heartily. SHARP. 'Tis but trying, and being where I am at worst, now luck!-- cursed fortune! this must be the place, this damned unlucky place - SIR JO. Agad, and so 'tis. Why, here has been more mischief done, I perceive.
SHARP . No, 'tis gone, 'tis lost--ten thousand devils on that chance which drew me hither; ay, here, just here, this spot to me is hell; nothing to be found, but the despair of what I've lost. [Looking about as in search.]SIR JO. Poor gentleman! By the Lord Harry I'll stay no longer, for I have found too - SHARP. Ha! who's that has found? What have you found? Restore it quickly, or by - SIR JO. Not I, sir, not I; as I've a soul to be saved, I have found nothing but what has been to my loss, as I may say, and as you were saying, sir.
SHARP . Oh, your servant, sir; you are safe, then, it seems. 'Tis an ill wind that blows nobody good. Well, you may rejoice over my ill fortune, since it paid the price of your ransom.SIR JO. I rejoice! agad, not I, sir: I'm very sorry for your loss, with all my heart, blood and guts, sir; and if you did but know me, you'd ne'er say I were so ill-natured. SHARP. Know you! Why, can you be so ungrateful to forget me?SIR JO. O Lord, forget him! No, no, sir, I don't forget you-- because I never saw your face before, agad. Ha, ha, ha! SHARP. How! [Angrily.]
SIR JO . Stay, stay, sir, let me recollect--he's a damned angry fellow--I believe I had better remember him, until I can get out of his sight; but out of sight out of mind, agad. [Aside.]SHARP. Methought the service I did you last night, sir, in preserving you from those ruffians, might have taken better root in your shallow memory.
SIR JO . Gads-daggers-belts-blades and scabbards, this is the very gentleman! How shall I make him a return suitable to the greatness of his merit? I had a pretty thing to that purpose, if he ha'n't frighted it out of my memory. Hem! hem! sir, I most submissively implore your pardon for my transgression of ingratitude and omission; having my entire dependence, sir, upon the superfluity of your goodness, which, like an inundation, will, I hope, totally immerge the recollection of my error, and leave me floating, in your sight, upon the full-blown bladders of repentance--by the help of which, I shall once more hope to swim into your favour. [Bows.]SHARP. So-h, oh, sir, I am easily pacified, the acknowledgment of a gentleman -
SIR JO . Acknowledgment! Sir, I am all over acknowledgment, and will not stick to show it in the greatest extremity by night or by day, in sickness or in health, winter or summer; all seasons and occasions shall testify the reality and gratitude of your superabundant humble servant, Sir Joseph Wittoll, knight. Hem! hem!SHARP. Sir Joseph Wittoll? SIR JO. The same, sir, of Wittoll Hall in COMITATU Bucks. SHARP. Is it possible! Then I am happy to have obliged the mirror of knighthood and pink of courtesie in the age. Let me embrace you.SIR JO. O Lord, sir! SHARP. My loss I esteem as a trifle repaid with interest, since it has purchased me the friendship and acquaintance of the person in the world whose character I admire.
SIR JO . You are only pleased to say so, sir. But, pray, if I may be so bold, what is that loss you mention?
SHARP. Oh, term it no longer so, sir. In the scuffle last night I only dropt a bill of a hundred pound, which, I confess, I came half despairing to recover; but, thanks to my better fortune -
SHARP . Sir, your humble servant. I don't question but you are, that you have so cheap an opportunity of expressing your gratitude and generosity, since the paying so trivial a sum will wholly acquit you and doubly engage me.SIR JO. What a dickens does he mean by a trivial sum? [Aside.] But ha'n't you found it, sir! SHARP. No otherwise, I vow to Gad, but in my hopes in you, sir. SIR JO. Humh. SHARP. But that's sufficient. 'Twere injustice to doubt the honour of Sir Joseph Wittoll. SIR JO. O Lord, sir.
SHARP . You are above, I'm sure, a thought so low, to suffer me to lose what was ventured in your service; nay, 'twas in a manner paid down for your deliverance; 'twas so much lent you. And you scorn, I'll say that for you -SIR JO. Nay, I'll say that for myself, with your leave, sir, I do scorn a dirty thing. But, agad, I'm a little out of pocket at present.
SHARP . Pshaw, you can't want a hundred pound. Your word is sufficient anywhere. 'Tis but borrowing so much dirt. You have large acres, and can soon repay it. Money is but dirt, Sir Joseph- -mere dirt.SIR JO. But, I profess, 'tis a dirt I have washed my hands of at present; I have laid it all out upon my Back. SHARP. Are you so extravagant in clothes, Sir Joseph?
SIR JO . Ha, ha, ha, a very good jest, I profess, ha, ha, ha, a very good jest, and I did not know that I had said it, and that's a better jest than t'other. 'Tis a sign you and I ha'n't been long acquainted; you have lost a good jest for want of knowing me--I only mean a friend of mine whom I call my Back; he sticks as close to me, and follows me through all dangers--he is indeed back, breast, and head-piece, as it were, to me. Agad, he's a brave fellow. Pauh, I am quite another thing when I am with him: I don't fear the devil (bless us) almost if he be by. Ah! had he been with me last night -
SHARP. If he had, sir, what then? he could have done no more, nor perhaps have suffered so much. Had he a hundred pound to lose? [Angrily]
SIR JO . O Lord, sir, by no means, but I might have saved a hundred pound: I meant innocently, as I hope to be saved, sir (a damned hot fellow), only, as I was saying, I let him have all my ready money to redeem his great sword from limbo. But, sir, I have a letter of credit to Alderman Fondlewife, as far as two hundred pound, and this afternoon you shall see I am a person, such a one as you would wish to have met with -SHARP. That you are, I'll be sworn. [Aside.] Why, that's great and like yourself. SCENE II. [To them] CAPTAIN BLUFFE. SIR JO. Oh, here a' comes--Ay, my Hector of Troy, welcome, my bully, my Back; agad, my heart has gone a pit pat for thee. BLUFF. How now, my young knight? Not for fear, I hope; he that knows me must be a stranger to fear. SIR JO. Nay, agad, I hate fear ever since I had like to have died of a fright. But -
BLUFF . But? Look you here, boy, here's your antidote, here's your Jesuits' powder for a shaking fit. But who hast thou got with thee? is he of mettle? [Laying his hand upon his sword.]SIR JO. Ay, bully, a devilish smart fellow: 'a will fight like a cock. BLUFF. Say you so? Then I honour him. But has he been abroad? for every cock will fight upon his own dunghill. SIR JO. I don't know, but I'll present you - BLUFF. I'll recommend myself. Sir, I honour you; I understand you love fighting, I reverence a man that loves fighting. Sir, I kiss your hilts.
SHARP . Sir, your servant, but you are misinformed, for, unless it be to serve my particular friend, as Sir Joseph here, my country, or my religion, or in some very justifiable cause, I'm not for it.
BLUFF . O Lord, I beg your pardon, sir, I find you are not of my palate: you can't relish a dish of fighting without sweet sauce. Now, I think fighting for fighting sake's sufficient cause; fighting to me's religion and the laws.
SIR JO. Ah, well said, my Hero; was not that great, sir? by the Lord Harry he says true; fighting is meat, drink, and cloth to him. But, Back, this gentleman is one of the best friends I have in the world, and saved my life last night--you know I told you.
BLUFF . Undoubtedly he did, sir; faith, Hannibal was a very pretty fellow--but, Sir Joseph, comparisons are odious--Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days, it must be granted--but alas, sir! were he alive now, he would be nothing, nothing in the earth.SHARP. How, sir! I make a doubt if there be at this day a greater general breathing. BLUFF. Oh, excuse me, sir! Have you served abroad, sir?SHARP. Not I, really, sir. BLUFF. Oh, I thought so. Why, then, you can know nothing, sir: I am afraid you scarce know the history of the late war in Flanders, with all its particulars. SHARP. Not I, sir, no more than public letters or gazettes tell us.
BLUFF . Gazette! Why there again now. Why, sir, there are not three words of truth the year round put into the Gazette. I'll tell you a strange thing now as to that. You must know, sir, I was resident in Flanders the last campaign, had a small post there, but no matter for that. Perhaps, sir, there was scarce anything of moment done but an humble servant of yours, that shall be nameless, was an eye-witness of. I won't say had the greatest share in't, though I might say that too, since I name nobody you know. Well, Mr. Sharper, would you think it? In all this time, as I hope for a truncheon, this rascally gazette-writer never so much as once mentioned me--not once, by the wars--took no more notice than as if Nol. Bluffe had not been in the land of the living.SHARP. Strange! SIR JO. Yet, by the Lord Harry, 'tis true, Mr. Sharper, for I went every day to coffeehouses to read the gazette myself. BLUFF. Ay, ay, no matter. You see, Mr. Sharper, after all I am content to retire; live a private person. Scipio and others have done it. SHARP. Impudent rogue. [Aside.] SIR JO. Ay, this damned modesty of yours. Agad, if he would put in for't he might be made general himself yet. BLUFF. Oh, fie! no, Sir Joseph; you know I hate this. SIR JO. Let me but tell Mr. Sharper a little, how you ate fire once out of the mouth of a cannon. Agad, he did; those impenetrable whiskers of his have confronted flames - BLUFF. Death, what do you mean, Sir Joseph?SIR JO. Look you now. I tell you he's so modest he'll own nothing. BLUFF. Pish, you have put me out, I have forgot what I was about. Pray hold your tongue, and give me leave. [Angrily.] SIR JO. I am dumb.
BLUFF . This sword I think I was telling you of, Mr. Sharper. This sword I'll maintain to be the best divine, anatomist, lawyer, or casuist in Europe; it shall decide a controversy or split a cause -SIR JO. Nay, now I must speak; it will split a hair, by the Lord Harry, I have seen it.BLUFF. Zounds, sir, it's a lie; you have not seen it, nor sha'n't see it; sir, I say you can't see; what d'ye say to that now?SIR JO. I am blind. BLUFF. Death, had any other man interrupted me - SIR JO. Good Mr. Sharper, speak to him; I dare not look that way. SHARP. Captain, Sir Joseph's penitent. BLUFF. Oh, I am calm, sir, calm as a discharged culverin. But 'twas indiscreet, when you know what will provoke me. Nay, come, Sir Joseph, you know my heat's soon over. SIR JO. Well, I am a fool sometimes, but I'm sorry. BLUFF. Enough. SIR JO. Come, we'll go take a glass to drown animosities. Mr. Sharper, will you partake?SHARP. I wait on you, sir. Nay, pray, Captain; you are Sir Joseph's back. SCENE III. ARAMINTA, BELINDA, BETTY waiting, in Araminta's apartment. BELIN. Ah! nay, dear; prithee, good, dear, sweet cousin, no more. O Gad! I swear you'd make one sick to hear you. ARAM. Bless me! what have I said to move you thus?
BELIN . Oh, you have raved, talked idly, and all in commendation of that filthy, awkward, two-legged creature man. You don't know what you've said; your fever has transported you.ARAM. If love be the fever which you mean, kind heaven avert the cure. Let me have oil to feed that flame, and never let it be extinct till I myself am ashes.
BELIN. There was a whine! O Gad, I hate your horrid fancy. This love is the devil, and, sure, to be in love is to be possessed. 'Tis in the head, the heart, the blood, the--all over. O Gad, you are quite spoiled. I shall loathe the sight of mankind for your sake.ARAM. Fie! this is gross affectation. A little of Bellmour's company would change the scene. BELIN. Filthy fellow! I wonder, cousin - ARAM. I wonder, cousin, you should imagine I don't perceive you love him. BELIN. Oh, I love your hideous fancy! Ha, ha, ha, love a man! ARAM. Love a man! yes, you would not love a beast.
BELIN . Of all beasts not an ass--which is so like your Vainlove. Lard, I have seen an ass look so chagrin, ha, ha, ha (you must pardon me, I can't help laughing), that an absolute lover would have concluded the poor creature to have had darts, and flames, and altars, and all that in his breast. Araminta, come, I'll talk seriously to you now; could you but see with my eyes the buffoonery of one scene of address, a lover, set out with all his equipage and appurtenances; O Gad I sure you would--But you play the game, and consequently can't see the miscarriages obvious to every stander by.ARAM. Yes, yes; I can see something near it when you and Bellmour meet. You don't know that you dreamt of Bellmour last night, and called him aloud in your sleep.
BELIN . Pish, I can't help dreaming of the devil sometimes; would you from thence infer I love him?
ARAM. But that's not all; you caught me in your arms when you named him, and pressed me to your bosom. Sure, if I had not pinched you until you waked, you had stifled me with kisses.
BELIN . Hold off your fists, and see that he gets a chair with a high roof, or a very low seat. Stay, come back here, you Mrs. Fidget--you are so ready to go to the footman. Here, take 'em all again, my mind's changed; I won't go.SCENE VI. ARAMINTA, BELINDA. ARAM. So, this I expected. You won't oblige me, then, cousin, and let me have all the company to myself?
BELIN . No; upon deliberation, I have too much charity to trust you to yourself. The devil watches all opportunities; and in this favourable disposition of your mind, heaven knows how far you may be tempted: I am tender of your reputation.
ARAM. I am obliged to you. But who's malicious now, Belinda?
BELL . How never like! marry, Hymen forbid. But this it is to run so extravagantly in debt; I have laid out such a world of love in your service, that you think you can never be able to pay me all. So shun me for the same reason that you would a dun.
BELIN . Ay, on my conscience, and the most impertinent and troublesome of duns--a dun for money will be quiet, when he sees his debtor has not wherewithal. But a dun for love is an eternal torment that never rests
BELL . Until he has created love where there was none, and then gets it for his pains. For importunity in love, like importunity at Court, first creates its own interest and then pursues it for the favour.
ARAM . Favours that are got by impudence and importunity, are like discoveries from the rack, when the afflicted person, for his ease, sometimes confesses secrets his heart knows nothing of.VAIN. I should rather think favours, so gained, to be due rewards to indefatigable devotion. For as love is a deity, he must be served by prayer. BELIN. O Gad, would you would all pray to love, then, and let us alone. VAIN. You are the temples of love, and 'tis through you, our devotion must be conveyed.
ARAM . Rather poor silly idols of your own making, which upon the least displeasure you forsake and set up new. Every man now changes his mistress and his religion as his humour varies, or his interest.
VAIN. O madam -
ARAM . Nay, come, I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull. If my music-master be not gone, I'll entertain you with a new song, which comes pretty near my own opinion of love and your sex. Who's there? Is Mr. Gavot gone? [Calls.]FOOT. Only to the next door, madam. I'll call him. SCENE VIII. ARAMINTA, BELINDA, VAINLOVE, and BELLMOUR. BELL. Why, you won't hear me with patience. ARAM. What's the matter, cousin? BELL. Nothing, madam, only - BELIN. Prithee hold thy tongue. Lard, he has so pestered me with flames and stuff, I think I sha'n't endure the sight of a fire this twelvemonth. BELL. Yet all can't melt that cruel frozen heart.
BELIN . O Gad, I hate your hideous fancy--you said that once before--if you must talk impertinently, for Heaven's sake let it be with variety; don't come always, like the devil, wrapt in flames. I'll not hear a sentence more, that begins with an 'I burn'--or an 'I beseech you, madam.'BELL. But tell me how you would be adored. I am very tractable. BELIN. Then know, I would be adored in silence. BELL. Humph, I thought so, that you might have all the talk to yourself. You had better let me speak; for if my thoughts fly to any pitch, I shall make villainous signs. BELIN. What will you get by that; to make such signs as I won't understand?
BELL . Ay, but if I'm tongue-tied, I must have all my actions free to--quicken your apprehension--and I-gad let me tell you, my most prevailing argument is expressed in dumb show.SCENE IX.
[To them] MUSIC-MASTER. ARAM. Oh, I am glad we shall have a song to divert the discourse. Pray oblige us with the last new song.SONG. I.
Thus to a ripe, consenting maid, Poor, old, repenting Delia said, Would you long preserve your lover? Would you still his goddess reign? Never let him all discover,
Never let him much obtain.
Men will admire, adore and die, While wishing at your feet they lie: But admitting their embraces, Wakes 'em from the golden dream; Nothing's new besides our faces, Every woman is the same.ARAM. So, how de'e like the song, gentlemen?BELL. Oh, very well performed; but I don't much admire the words.
ARAM . I expected it; there's too much truth in 'em. If Mr. Gavot will walk with us in the garden, we'll have it once again; you may like it better at second hearing. You'll bring my cousin.BELL. Faith, madam, I dare not speak to her, but I'll make signs. [Addresses Belinda in dumb show.] BELIN. Oh, foh, your dumb rhetoric is more ridiculous than your talking impertinence, as an ape is a much more troublesome animal than a parrot.
ARAM . Ay, cousin, and 'tis a sign the creatures mimic nature well; for there are few men but do more silly things than they say.
BELL. Well, I find my apishness has paid the ransom for my speech, and set it at liberty
-though, I confess, I could be well enough pleased to drive on a love-bargain in that silent manner--'twould save a man a world of lying and swearing at the year's end. Besides, I have had a little experience, that brings to mind -
When wit and reason both have failed to move; Kind looks and actions (from success) do prove, Ev'n silence may be eloquent in love.
ACT IIISCENE I. SCENE: The Street. SILVIA and LUCY. SILV. Will he not come, then? LUCY. Yes, yes; come, I warrant him, if you will go in and be ready to receive him.SILV. Why did you not tell me? Whom mean you?LUCY. Whom you should mean, Heartwell. SILV. Senseless creature, I meant my Vainlove.
LUCY . You may as soon hope to recover your own maiden-head as his love. Therefore, e'en set your heart at rest, and in the name of opportunity mind your own business. Strike Heartwell home before the bait's worn off the hook. Age will come. He nibbled fairly yesterday, and no doubt will be eager enough to-day to swallow the temptation.
SILV . Well, since there's no remedy--yet tell me--for I would know, though to the anguish of my soul, how did he refuse? Tell me, how did he receive my letter--in anger or in scorn?
LUCY . Neither; but what was ten times worse, with damned senseless indifference. By this light I could have spit in his face. Receive it! Why, he received it as I would one of your lovers that should come empty-handed; as a court lord does his mercer's bill or a begging dedication--he received it as if 't had been a letter from his wife.SILV. What! did he not read it?LUCY. Hummed it over, gave you his respects, and said he would take time to peruse it-but then he was in haste.
SILV . Respects, and peruse it! He's gone, and Araminta has bewitched him from me. Oh, how the name of rival fires my blood. I could curse 'em both; eternal jealousy attend her love, and disappointment meet his. Oh that I could revenge the torment he has caused; methinks I feel the woman strong within me, and vengeance kindles in the room of love.LUCY. I have that in my head may make mischief. SILV. How, dear Lucy?LUCY. You know Araminta's dissembled coyness has won, and keeps him hers - SILV. Could we persuade him that she loves another - LUCY. No, you're out; could we persuade him that she dotes on him, himself. Contrive a kind letter as from her, 'twould disgust his nicety, and take away his stomach. SILV. Impossible; 'twill never take.
LUCY . Trouble not your head. Let me alone--I will inform myself of what passed between 'em to-day, and about it straight. Hold, I'm mistaken, or that's Heartwell, who stands talking at the corner--'tis he--go get you in, madam, receive him pleasantly, dress up your face in innocence and smiles, and dissemble the very want of dissimulation. You know what will take him.SILV. 'Tis as hard to counterfeit love as it is to conceal it: but I'll do my weak endeavour, though I fear I have not art. LUCY. Hang art, madam, and trust to nature for dissembling. Man was by nature woman's cully made: We never are but by ourselves betrayed. SCENE II. HEARTWELL, VAINLOVE and BELLMOUR following. BELL. Hist, hist, is not that Heartwell going to Silvia? VAIN. He's talking to himself, I think; prithee let's try if we can hear him.
HEART . Why, whither in the devil's name am I agoing now? Hum--let me think--is not this Silvia's house, the cave of that enchantress, and which consequently I ought to shun as I would infection? To enter here is to put on the envenomed shirt, to run into the embraces of a fever, and in some raving fit, be led to plunge myself into that more consuming fire, a woman's arms. Ha! well recollected, I will recover my reason, and be gone.BELL. Now Venus forbid! VAIN. Hush -
HEART . Well, why do you not move? Feet, do your office--not one inch; no, fore Gad I'm caught. There stands my north, and thither my needle points. Now could I curse myself, yet cannot repent. O thou delicious, damned, dear, destructive woman! S'death, how the young fellows will hoot me! I shall be the jest of the town: nay, in two days I expect to be chronicled in ditty, and sung in woful ballad, to the tune of the Superannuated Maiden's Comfort, or the Bachelor's Fall; and upon the third, I shall be hanged in effigy, pasted up for the exemplary ornament of necessary houses and cobblers' stalls. Death, I can't think on't--I'll run into the danger to lose the apprehension.SCENE III. BELLMOUR, VAINLOVE.
BELL . A very certain remedy, probatum est. Ha, ha, ha, poor George, thou art i' th' right, thou hast sold thyself to laughter; the ill-natured town will find the jest just where thou hast lost it. Ha, ha, how a' struggled, like an old lawyer between two fees.VAIN. Or a young wench between pleasure and reputation. BELL. Or as you did to-day, when half afraid you snatched a kiss from Araminta. VAIN. She has made a quarrel on't. BELL. Pauh, women are only angry at such offences to have the pleasure of forgiving them. VAIN. And I love to have the pleasure of making my peace. I should not esteem a pardon if too easily won. BELL. Thou dost not know what thou wouldst be at; whether thou wouldst have her angry or pleased. Couldst thou be content to marry Araminta?VAIN. Could you be content to go to heaven?BELL. Hum, not immediately, in my conscience not heartily. I'd do a little more good in my generation first, in order to deserve it. VAIN. Nor I to marry Araminta till I merit her. BELL. But how the devil dost thou expect to get her if she never yield?VAIN. That's true; but I would - BELL. Marry her without her consent; thou 'rt a riddle beyond woman - SCENE IV. [To them] SETTER. Trusty Setter, what tidings? How goes the project?SETTER. As all lewd projects do, sir, where the devil prevents our endeavours with success. BELL. A good hearing, Setter. VAIN. Well, I'll leave you with your engineer. BELL. And hast thou provided necessaries?
SETTER . All, all, sir; the large sanctified hat, and the little precise band, with a swinging long spiritual cloak, to cover carnal knavery--not forgetting the black patch, which Tribulation Spintext wears, as I'm informed, upon one eye, as a penal mourning for the ogling offences of his youth; and some say, with that eye he first discovered the frailty of his wife.BELL. Well, in this fanatic father's habit will I confess Laetitia. SETTER. Rather prepare her for confession, sir, by helping her to sin. BELL. Be at your master's lodging in the evening; I shall use the robes. SCENE V. SETTER alone.
SETTER . I shall, sir. I wonder to which of these two gentlemen I do most properly appertain: the one uses me as his attendant; the other (being the better acquainted with my parts) employs me as a pimp; why, that's much the more honourable employment--by all means. I follow one as my master, the other follows me as his conductor.SCENE VI. [To him] Lucy.
LUCY . There's the hang-dog, his man--I had a power over him in the reign of my mistress; but he is too true a VALET DE CHAMBRE not to affect his master's faults, and consequently is revolted from his allegiance.
SETTER . Undoubtedly 'tis impossible to be a pimp and not a man of parts. That is without being politic, diligent, secret, wary, and so forth--and to all this valiant as Hercules--that is, passively valiant and actively obedient. Ah, Setter, what a treasure is here lost for want of being known.
LUCY. Here's some villainy afoot; he's so thoughtful. May be I may discover something in my mask. Worthy sir, a word with you. [Puts on her mask.]
LUCY . You could know my office by instinct, and be hanged, which you have slandered most abominably. It vexes me not what you said of my person; but that my innocent calling should be exposed and scandalised--I cannot bear it.SETTER. Nay, faith, Lucy, I'm sorry, I'll own myself to blame, though we were both in fault as to our offices--come, I'll make you any reparation. LUCY. Swear. SETTER. I do swear to the utmost of my power. LUCY. To be brief, then; what is the reason your master did not appear to-day according to the summons I brought him?SETTER. To answer you as briefly--he has a cause to be tried in another court. LUCY. Come, tell me in plain terms, how forward he is with Araminta. SETTER. Too forward to be turned back--though he's a little in disgrace at present about a kiss which he forced. You and I can kiss, Lucy, without all that. LUCY. Stand off--he's a precious jewel. SETTER. And therefore you'd have him to set in your lady's locket. LUCY. Where is he now?SETTER. He'll be in the Piazza presently. LUCY. Remember to-day's behaviour. Let me see you with a penitent face. SETTER. What, no token of amity, Lucy? You and I don't use to part with dry lips. LUCY. No, no, avaunt--I'll not be slabbered and kissed now--I'm not i' th' humour. SETTER. I'll not quit you so. I'll follow and put you into the humour. SCENE VII. SIR JOSEPH WITTOLL, BLUFFE.BLUFF. And so, out of your unwonted generosity - SIR JO. And good-nature, Back; I am good-natured and I can't help it. BLUFF. You have given him a note upon Fondlewife for a hundred pound. SIR JO. Ay, ay, poor fellow; he ventured fair for't.
BLUFF . You have disobliged me in it--for I have occasion for the money, and if you would look me in the face again and live, go, and force him to redeliver you the note. Go, and bring it me hither. I'll stay here for you.
SIR JO . You may stay until the day of judgment, then, by the Lord Harry. I know better things than to be run through the guts for a hundred pounds. Why, I gave that hundred pound for being saved, and de'e think, an there were no danger, I'll be so ungrateful to take it from the gentleman again?
BLUFF . Well, go to him from me--tell him, I say, he must refund-- or Bilbo's the world, and slaughter will ensue. If he refuse, tell him--but whisper that--tell him--I'll pink his soul. But whisper that softly to him.
SIR JO . So softly that he shall never hear on't, I warrant you. Why, what a devil's the matter, Bully; are you mad? or de'e think I'm mad? Agad, for my part, I don't love to be the messenger of ill news; 'tis an ungrateful office--so tell him yourself.BLUFF. By these hilts I believe he frightened you into this composition: I believe you gave it him out of fear, pure, paltry fear--confess.
SIR JO . No, no, hang't; I was not afraid neither--though I confess he did in a manner snap me up--yet I can't say that it was altogether out of fear, but partly to prevent mischief--for he was a devilish choleric fellow. And if my choler had been up too, agad, there would have been mischief done, that's flat. And yet I believe if you had been by, I would as soon have let him a' had a hundred of my teeth. Adsheart, if he should come just now when I'm angry, I'd tell him--Mum.SCENE VIII. [To them] BELLMOUR, SHARPER.
BELL . Thou 'rt a lucky rogue; there's your benefactor; you ought to return him thanks now you have received the favour.
SHARP. Sir Joseph! Your note was accepted, and the money paid at sight. I'm come to return my thanks -
SHARP . Harkee, Sir Joseph, a word with ye. In consideration of some favours lately received, I would not have you draw yourself into a PREMUNIRE, by trusting to that sign of a man there--that pot-gun charged with wind.SIR JO. O Lord, O Lord, Captain, come justify yourself--I'll give him the lie if you'll stand to it. SHARP. Nay, then, I'll be beforehand with you, take that, oaf. [Cuffs him.] SIR JO. Captain, will you see this? Won't you pink his soul? BLUFF. Husht, 'tis not so convenient now--I shall find a time. SHARP. What do you mutter about a time, rascal? You were the incendiary. There's to put you in mind of your time.--A memorandum. [Kicks him.] BLUFF. Oh, this is your time, sir; you had best make use on't. SHARP. I--Gad and so I will: there's again for you. [Kicks him.]BLUFF. You are obliging, sir, but this is too public a place to thank you in. But in your ear, you are to be seen again?
SHARP . Ay, thou inimitable coward, and to be felt--as for example. [Kicks him.] BELL. Ha, ha, ha, prithee come away; 'tis scandalous to kick this puppy unless a man were cold and had no other way to get himself aheat.SCENE IX. SIR JOSEPH, BLUFFE. BLUFF. Very well--very fine--but 'tis no matter. Is not this fine, Sir Joseph?SIR JO. Indifferent, agad, in my opinion, very indifferent. I'd rather go plain all my life than wear such finery. BLUFF. Death and hell to be affronted thus! I'll die before I'll suffer it. [Draws]
SIR JO . O Lord, his anger was not raised before. Nay, dear Captain, don't be in passion now he's gone. Put up, put up, dear Back, 'tis your Sir Joseph begs, come let me kiss thee; so, so, put up, put up.BLUFF. By heaven, 'tis not to be put up. SIR JO. What, Bully?BLUFF. The affront. SIR JO. No, aged, no more 'tis, for that's put up all already; thy sword, I mean. BLUFF. Well, Sir Joseph, at your entreaty--But were not you, my friend, abused, and cuffed, and kicked? [Putting up his sword.] SIR JO. Ay, ay, so were you too; no matter, 'tis past. BLUFF. By the immortal thunder of great guns, 'tis false--he sucks not vital air who dares affirm it to this face. [Looks big.]
SIR JO . To that face I grant you, Captain. No, no, I grant you-- not to that face, by the Lord Harry. If you had put on your fighting face before, you had done his business--he durst as soon have kissed you, as kicked you to your face. But a man can no more help what's done behind his back than what's said--Come, we'll think no more of what's past.BLUFF. I'll call a council of war within to consider of my revenge to come. SCENE X. HEARTWELL, SILVIA. Silvia's apartment.
SONG. As Amoret and Thyrsis lay
Melting the hours in gentle play, Joining faces, mingling kisses, And exchanging harmless blisses: He trembling cried, with eager haste, O let me feed as well as taste, I die, if I'm not wholly blest.
[After the song a dance of antics.]
HEART . Why, 'twas I sung and danced; I gave music to the voice, and life to their measures. Look you here, Silvia, [pulling out a purse and chinking it] here are songs and dances, poetry and music- -hark! how sweetly one guinea rhymes to another--and how they dance to the music of their own chink. This buys all t'other--and this thou shalt have; this, and all that I am worth, for the purchase of thy love. Say, is it mine then, ha? Speak, Syren--Oons, why do I look on her! Yet I must. Speak, dear angel, devil, saint, witch; do not rack me with suspense.SILV. Nay, don't stare at me so. You make me blush--I cannot look.
HEART . O manhood, where art thou? What am I come to? A woman's toy, at these years! Death, a bearded baby for a girl to dandle. O dotage, dotage! That ever that noble passion, lust, should ebb to this degree. No reflux of vigorous blood: but milky love supplies the empty channels; and prompts me to the softness of a child--a mere infant and would suck. Can you love me, Silvia? Speak.SILV. I dare not speak until I believe you, and indeed I'm afraid to believe you yet.
HEART . Death, how her innocence torments and pleases me! Lying, child, is indeed the art of love, and men are generally masters in it: but I'm so newly entered, you cannot distrust me of any skill in the treacherous mystery. Now, by my soul, I cannot lie, though it were to serve a friend or gain a mistress.SILV. Must you lie, then, if you say you love me?HEART. No, no, dear ignorance, thou beauteous changeling--I tell thee I do love thee, and tell it for a truth, a naked truth, which I'm ashamed to discover.
SILV . But love, they say, is a tender thing, that will smooth frowns, and make calm an angry face; will soften a rugged temper, and make ill-humoured people good. You look ready to fright one, and talk as if your passion were not love, but anger. HEART. 'Tis both; for I am angry with myself when I am pleased with you. And a pox upon me for loving thee so well--yet I must on. 'Tis a bearded arrow, and will more easily be thrust forward than drawn back.SILV. Indeed, if I were well assured you loved; but how can I be well assured?
HEART . Take the symptoms--and ask all the tyrants of thy sex if their fools are not known by this party-coloured livery. I am melancholic when thou art absent; look like an ass when thou art present; wake for thee when I should sleep; and even dream of thee when I am awake; sigh much, drink little, eat less, court solitude, am grown very entertaining to myself, and (as I am informed) very troublesome to everybody else. If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable. Nay, yet a more certain sign than all this, I give thee my money.
SILV . Ay, but that is no sign; for they say, gentlemen will give money to any naughty woman to come to bed to them. O Gemini, I hope you don't mean so--for I won't be a whore.HEART. The more is the pity. [Aside.] SILV. Nay, if you would marry me, you should not come to bed to me--you have such a beard, and would so prickle one. But do you intend to marry me?
HEART . That a fool should ask such a malicious question! Death, I shall be drawn in before I know where I am. However, I find I am pretty sure of her consent, if I am put to it. [Aside.] Marry you? No, no, I'll love you.SILV. Nay, but if you love me, you must marry me. What, don't I know my father loved my mother and was married to her?HEART. Ay, ay, in old days people married where they loved; but that fashion is changed, child. SILV. Never tell me that; I know it is not changed by myself: for I love you, and would marry you. HEART. I'll have my beard shaved, it sha'n't hurt thee, and we'll go to bed -
SILV . No, no, I'm not such a fool neither, but I can keep myself honest. Here, I won't keep anything that's yours; I hate you now, [throws the purse] and I'll never see you again, 'cause you'd have me be naught. [Going.]
HEART . Damn her, let her go, and a good riddance. Yet so much tenderness and beauty and honesty together is a jewel. Stay, Silvia--But then to marry; why, every man plays the fool once in his life. But to marry is playing the fool all one's life long.
SILV. What did you call me for?
HEART . [Aside.] A woman, and ignorant, may be honest, when 'tis out of obstinacy and contradiction. But, s'death, it is but a may be, and upon scurvy terms. Well, farewell then
-if I can get out of sight I may get the better of myself.
HEART . Ha! Nay, come, we'll kiss at parting. [Kisses her.] By heaven, her kiss is sweeter than liberty. I will marry thee. There, thou hast done't. All my resolves melted in that kiss--one more.SILV. But when?
HEART . I'm impatient until it be done; I will not give myself liberty to think, lest I should cool. I will about a licence straight--in the evening expect me. One kiss more to confirm me mad; so.SILV. Ha, ha, ha, an old fox trapped - SCENE XI. [To her] Lucy. Bless me! you frighted me; I thought he had been come again, and had heard me. LUCY. Lord, madam, I met your lover in as much haste as if he had been going for a midwife.
SILV . He's going for a parson, girl, the forerunner of a midwife, some nine months hence. Well, I find dissembling to our sex is as natural as swimming to a negro; we may depend upon our skill to save us at a plunge, though till then, we never make the experiment. But how hast thou succeeded?
LUCY . As you would wish--since there is no reclaiming Vainlove. I have found out a pique she has taken at him, and have framed a letter that makes her sue for reconciliation first. I know that will do--walk in and I'll show it you. Come, madam, you're like to have a happy time on't; both your love and anger satisfied! All that can charm our sex conspire to please you.That woman sure enjoys a blessed night, Whom love and vengeance both at once delight.
ACT IVSCENE I. SCENE: The Street. BELLMOUR, in fanatic habit, SETTER. BELL. 'Tis pretty near the hour. [Looking on his watch.] Well, and how, Setter, hae, does my hypocrisy fit me, hae? Does it sit easy on me? SET. Oh, most religiously well, sir. BELL. I wonder why all our young fellows should glory in an opinion of atheism, when they may be so much more conveniently lewd under the coverlet of religion. SET. S'bud, sir, away quickly: there's Fondlewife just turned the corner, and 's coming this way. BELL. Gad's so, there he is: he must not see me. SCENE II. FONDLEWIFE, BARNABY. FOND. I say I will tarry at home. BAR. But, sir. FOND. Good lack! I profess the spirit of contradiction hath possessed the lad--I say I will tarry at home, varlet. BAR. I have done, sir; then farewell five hundred pound. FOND. Ha, how's that? Stay, stay, did you leave word, say you, with his wife? With Comfort herself?
BAR . I did; and Comfort will send Tribulation hither as soon as ever he comes home. I could have brought young Mr. Prig to have kept my mistress company in the meantime. But you say -
FOND . How, how, say, varlet! I say let him not come near my doors. I say, he is a wanton young Levite, and pampereth himself up with dainties, that he may look lovely in the eyes of women. Sincerely, I am afraid he hath already defiled the tabernacle of our sister Comfort; while her good husband is deluded by his godly appearance. I say that even lust doth sparkle in his eyes and glow upon his cheeks, and that I would as soon trust my wife with a lord's high-fed chaplain.BAR. Sir, the hour draws nigh, and nothing will be done here until you come. FOND. And nothing can be done here until I go; so that I'll tarry, de'e see. BAR. And run the hazard to lose your affair, sir! FOND. Good lack, good lack--I profess it is a very sufficient vexation for a man to have a handsome wife. BAR. Never, sir, but when the man is an insufficient husband. 'Tis then, indeed, like the vanity of taking a fine house, and yet be forced to let lodgings to help pay the rent. FOND. I profess a very apt comparison, varlet. Go and bid my Cocky come out to me; I will give her some instructions, I will reason with her before I go. SCENE III. FONDLEWIFE alone.
And in the meantime I will reason with myself. Tell me, Isaac, why art thee jealous? Why art thee distrustful of the wife of thy bosom? Because she is young and vigorous, and I am old and impotent. Then why didst thee marry, Isaac? Because she was beautiful and tempting, and because I was obstinate and doting; so that my inclination was (and is still) greater than my power. And will not that which tempted thee, also tempt others, who will tempt her, Isaac? I fear it much. But does not thy wife love thee, nay, dote upon thee? Yes. Why then! Ay, but to say truth, she's fonder of me than she has reason to be; and in the way of trade, we still suspect the smoothest dealers of the deepest designs. And that she has some designs deeper than thou canst reach, thou hast experimented, Isaac. But, mum.SCENE IV. FONDLEWIFE, LAETITIA. LAET. I hope my dearest jewel is not going to leave me--are you, Nykin?
FOND . Wife--have you thoroughly considered how detestable, how heinous, and how crying a sin the sin of adultery is? Have you weighed it, I say? For it is a very weighty sin; and although it may lie heavy upon thee, yet thy husband must also bear his part. For thy iniquity will fall upon his head.
LAET . Bless me, what means my dear? FOND. [Aside.] I profess she has an alluring eye; I am doubtful whether I shall trust her, even with Tribulation himself. Speak, I say, have you considered what it is to cuckold your husband?
LAET . [Aside.] I'm amazed. Sure he has discovered nothing. Who has wronged me to my dearest? I hope my jewel does not think that ever I had any such thing in my head, or ever will have.FOND. No, no, I tell you I shall have it in my head -
LAET . [Aside.] I know not what to think. But I'm resolved to find the meaning of it. Unkind dear! Was it for this you sent to call me? Is it not affliction enough that you are to leave me, but you must study to increase it by unjust suspicions? [Crying.] Well--well-you know my fondness, and you love to tyrannise--Go on, cruel man, do: triumph over my poor heart while it holds, which cannot be long, with this usage of yours. But that's what you want. Well, you will have your ends soon. You will--you will. Yes, it will break to oblige you. [Sighs.]
FOND . Verily, I fear I have carried the jest too far. Nay, look you now if she does not weep--'tis the fondest fool. Nay, Cocky, Cocky, nay, dear Cocky, don't cry, I was but in jest, I was not, ifeck.LAET. [Aside.] Oh then, all's safe. I was terribly frighted. My affliction is always your jest, barbarous man! Oh, that I should love to this degree! Yet - FOND. Nay, Cocky.
LAET . No, no, you are weary of me, that's it--that's all, you would get another wife-another fond fool, to break her heart-- Well, be as cruel as you can to me, I'll pray for you; and when I am dead with grief, may you have one that will love you as well as I have done: I shall be contented to lie at peace in my cold grave--since it will please you. [Sighs.]
FOND . Good lack, good lack, she would melt a heart of oak--I profess I can hold no longer. Nay, dear Cocky--ifeck, you'll break my heart--ifeck you will. See, you have made me weep--made poor Nykin weep. Nay, come kiss, buss poor Nykin--and I won't leave thee--I'll lose all first.LAET. [Aside.] How! Heaven forbid! that will be carrying the jest too far indeed. FOND. Won't you kiss Nykin?LAET. Go, naughty Nykin, you don't love me. FOND. Kiss, kiss, ifeck, I do. LAET. No, you don't. [She kisses him.] FOND. What, not love Cocky! LAET. No-h. [Sighs.] FOND. I profess I do love thee better than five hundred pound--and so thou shalt say, for I'll leave it to stay with thee. LAET. No you sha'n't neglect your business for me. No, indeed, you sha'n't, Nykin. If you don't go, I'll think you been dealous of me still.
FOND . He, he, he, wilt thou, poor fool? Then I will go, I won't be dealous. Poor Cocky, kiss Nykin, kiss Nykin, ee, ee, ee. Here will be the good man anon, to talk to Cocky and teach her how a wife ought to behave herself.LAET. [Aside.] I hope to have one that will show me how a husband ought to behave himself. I shall be glad to learn, to please my jewel. [Kiss.] FOND. That's my good dear. Come, kiss Nykin once more, and then get you in. So--get you in, get you in. Bye, bye. LAET. Bye, Nykin. FOND. Bye, Cocky. LAET. Bye, Nykin. FOND. Bye, Cocky, bye, bye. SCENE V. VAINLOVE, SHARPER. SHARP. How! Araminta lost! VAIN. To confirm what I have said, read this. [Gives a letter.]
SHARP . [Reads.] Hum, hum! And what then appeared a fault, upon reflection seems only an effect of a too powerful passion. I'm afraid I give too great a proof of my own at this time. I am in disorder for what I have written. But something, I know not what, forced me. I only beg a favourable censure of this and your ARAMINTA.
SHARP. Lost! Pray heaven thou hast not lost thy wits. Here, here, she's thy own, man, signed and sealed too. To her, man--a delicious melon, pure and consenting ripe, and only waits thy cutting up: she has been breeding love to thee all this while, and just now she's delivered of it.VAIN. 'Tis an untimely fruit, and she has miscarried of her love. SHARP. Never leave this damned ill-natured whimsey, Frank? Thou hast a sickly, peevish appetite; only chew love and cannot digest it.
VAIN . Yes, when I feed myself. But I hate to be crammed. By heaven, there's not a woman will give a man the pleasure of a chase: my sport is always balked or cut short. I stumble over the game I would pursue. 'Tis dull and unnatural to have a hare run full in the hounds' mouth, and would distaste the keenest hunter. I would have overtaken, not have met, my game.SHARP. However, I hope you don't mean to forsake it; that will be but a kind of mongrel cur's trick. Well, are you for the Mall? VAIN. No; she will be there this evening. Yes, I will go too, and she shall see her error in - SHARP. In her choice, I-gad. But thou canst not be so great a brute as to slight her. VAIN. I should disappoint her if I did not. By her management I should think she expects it. All naturally fly what does pursue: 'Tis fit men should be coy when women woo. SCENE VI. A Room in Fondlewife's House. A SERVANT introducing BELLMOUR, in fanatic habit, with a patch upon one eye and a book in his hand. SERV. Here's a chair, sir, if you please to repose yourself. My mistress is coming, sir.
BELL . Secure in my disguise I have out-faced suspicion and even dared discovery. This cloak my sanctity, and trusty Scarron's novels my prayer-book; methinks I am the very picture of Montufar in the Hypocrites. Oh! she comes.SCENE VII. BELLMOUR, LAETITIA.
So breaks Aurora through the veil of night, Thus fly the clouds, divided by her light, And every eye receives a new-born sight. [Throwing off his cloak, patch, etc.]LAET. Thus strewed with blushes, like--Ah! Heaven defend me! Who's this? [Discovering him, starts.] BELL. Your lover. LAET. Vainlove's friend! I know his face, and he has betrayed me to him. [Aside.] BELL. You are surprised. Did you not expect a lover, madam? Those eyes shone kindly on my first appearance, though now they are o'ercast.
LAET . I may well be surprised at your person and impudence: they are both new to me. You are not what your first appearance promised: the piety of your habit was welcome, but not the hypocrisy.BELL. Rather the hypocrisy was welcome, but not the hypocrite. LAET. Who are you, sir? You have mistaken the house sure. BELL. I have directions in my pocket which agree with everything but your unkindness. [Pulls out the letter.] LAET. My letter! Base Vainlove! Then 'tis too late to dissemble. [Aside.] 'Tis plain, then, you have mistaken the person. [Going.]
BELL . If we part so I'm mistaken. Hold, hold, madam! I confess I have run into an error. I beg your pardon a thousand times. What an eternal blockhead am I! Can you forgive me the disorder I have put you into? But it is a mistake which anybody might have made.
LAET . What can this mean? 'Tis impossible he should be mistaken after all this. A handsome fellow if he had not surprised me. Methinks, now I look on him again, I would not have him mistaken. [Aside.] We are all liable to mistakes, sir. If you own it to be so, there needs no farther apology.
BELL . Nay, faith, madam, 'tis a pleasant one, and worth your hearing. Expecting a friend last night, at his lodgings, till 'twas late, my intimacy with him gave me the freedom of his bed. He not coming home all night, a letter was delivered to me by a servant in the morning. Upon the perusal I found the contents so charming that I could think of nothing all day but putting 'em in practice, until just now, the first time I ever looked upon the superscription, I am the most surprised in the world to find it directed to Mr. Vainlove. Gad, madam, I ask you a million of pardons, and will make you any satisfaction.LAET. I am discovered. And either Vainlove is not guilty, or he has handsomely excused him. [Aside.] BELL. You appear concerned, madam. LAET. I hope you are a gentleman;--and since you are privy to a weak woman's failing, won't turn it to the prejudice of her reputation. You look as if you had more honour - BELL. And more love, or my face is a false witness and deserves to be pilloried. No, by heaven, I swear - LAET. Nay, don't swear if you'd have me believe you; but promise -
BELL . Well, I promise. A promise is so cold: give me leave to swear, by those eyes, those killing eyes, by those healing lips. Oh! press the soft charm close to mine, and seal 'em up for ever.LAET. Upon that condition. [He kisses her.] BELL. Eternity was in that moment. One more, upon any condition!LAET. Nay, now--I never saw anything so agreeably impudent. [Aside.] Won't you censure me for this, now?--but 'tis to buy your silence. [Kiss.] Oh, but what am I doing!
BELL . Doing! No tongue can express it--not thy own, nor anything, but thy lips. I am faint with the excess of bliss. Oh, for love- sake, lead me anywhither, where I may lie down --quickly, for I'm afraid I shall have a fit.LAET. Bless me! What fit?BELL. Oh, a convulsion--I feel the symptoms. LAET. Does it hold you long? I'm afraid to carry you into my chamber. BELL. Oh, no: let me lie down upon the bed; the fit will be soon over. SCENE VIII. SCENE: St. James's Park. ARAMINTA and BELINDA meeting. BELIN. Lard, my dear, I am glad I have met you; I have been at the Exchange since, and am so tired - ARAM. Why, what's the matter?BELIN. Oh the most inhuman, barbarous hackney-coach! I am jolted to a jelly. Am I not horribly touzed? [Pulls out a pocket-glass.] ARAM. Your head's a little out of order.
BELIN . A little! O frightful! What a furious phiz I have! O most rueful! Ha, ha, ha. O Gad, I hope nobody will come this way, till I have put myself a little in repair. Ah! my dear, I have seen such unhewn creatures since. Ha, ha, ha. I can't for my soul help thinking that I look just like one of 'em. Good dear, pin this, and I'll tell you--very well-so, thank you, my dear--but as I was telling you--pish, this is the untowardest lock--so, as I was telling you--how d'ye like me now? Hideous, ha? Frightful still? Or how?ARAM. No, no; you're very well as can be. BELIN. And so--but where did I leave off, my dear? I was telling you - ARAM. You were about to tell me something, child, but you left off before you began.
BELIN . Oh; a most comical sight: a country squire, with the equipage of a wife and two daughters, came to Mrs. Snipwel's shop while I was there--but oh Gad! two such unlicked cubs!ARAM. I warrant, plump, cherry-cheeked country girls.
BELIN . Ay, o' my conscience, fat as barn-door fowl: but so bedecked, you would have taken 'em for Friesland hens, with their feathers growing the wrong way. O such outlandish creatures! Such Tramontanae, and foreigners to the fashion, or anything in practice! I had not patience to behold. I undertook the modelling of one of their fronts, the more modern structure -ARAM. Bless me, cousin; why would you affront anybody so? They might be gentlewomen of a very good family -
BELIN . Of a very ancient one, I dare swear, by their dress. Affront! pshaw, how you're mistaken! The poor creature, I warrant, was as full of curtsies, as if I had been her godmother. The truth on't is, I did endeavour to make her look like a Christian--and she was sensible of it, for she thanked me, and gave me two apples, piping hot, out of her under-petticoat pocket. Ha, ha, ha: and t'other did so stare and gape, I fancied her like the front of her father's hall; her eyes were the two jut-windows, and her mouth the great door, most hospitably kept open for the entertainment of travelling flies.ARAM. So then, you have been diverted. What did they buy?
BELIN . Why, the father bought a powder-horn, and an almanac, and a comb-case; the mother, a great fruz-towr, and a fat amber necklace; the daughters only tore two pairs of kid-leather gloves, with trying 'em on. O Gad, here comes the fool that dined at my Lady Freelove's t'other day.SCENE IX. [To them] SIR JOSEPH and BLUFFE. ARAM. May be he may not know us again. BELIN. We'll put on our masks to secure his ignorance. [They put on their masks.]
SIR JO . Nay, Gad, I'll pick up; I'm resolved to make a night on't. I'll go to Alderman Fondlewife by and by, and get fifty pieces more from him. Adslidikins, bully, we'll wallow in wine and women. Why, this same Madeira wine has made me as light as a grasshopper. Hist, hist, bully, dost thou see those tearers? [Sings.] Look you what here is
-look you what here is--toll--loll--dera--toll--loll-- agad, t'other glass of Madeira, and I durst have attacked 'em in my own proper person, without your help.
ARAM . No matter. I see Vainlove coming this way--and, to confess my failing, I am willing to give him an opportunity of making his peace with me--and to rid me of these coxcombs, when I seem opprest with 'em, will be a fair one.BLUFF. Ladies, by these hilts you are well met. ARAM. We are afraid not. BLUFF. What says my pretty little knapsack carrier. [To BELINDA.] BELIN. O monstrous filthy fellow! good slovenly Captain Huffe, Bluffe (what is your hideous name?) be gone: you stink of brandy and tobacco, most soldier-like. Foh. [Spits.] SIR JO. Now am I slap-dash down in the mouth, and have not one word to say! [Aside.] ARAM. I hope my fool has not confidence enough to be troublesome. [Aside.] SIR JO. Hem! Pray, madam, which way is the wind?ARAM. A pithy question. Have you sent your wits for a venture, sir, that you enquire?SIR JO. Nay, now I'm in, I can prattle like a magpie. [Aside.] SCENE X. [To them] SHARPER and VAINLOVE at some distance. BELIN. Dear Araminta, I'm tired.
ARAM . 'Tis but pulling off our masks, and obliging Vainlove to know us. I'll be rid of my fool by fair means.--Well, Sir Joseph, you shall see my face; but, be gone immediately. I see one that will be jealous, to find me in discourse with you. Be discreet. No reply; but away. [Unmasks.]SIR JO. The great fortune, that dined at my Lady Freelove's! Sir Joseph, thou art a made man. Agad, I'm in love up to the ears. But I'll be discreet, and hushed. [Aside.] BLUFF. Nay, by the world, I'll see your face. BELIN. You shall. [Unmasks.] SHARP. Ladies, your humble servant. We were afraid you would not have given us leave to know you.
ARAM . We thought to have been private. But we find fools have the same advantage over a face in a mask that a coward has while the sword is in the scabbard, so were forced to draw in our own defence.BLUFF. My blood rises at that fellow: I can't stay where he is; and I must not draw in the park. [To SIR JOSEPH.] SIR JO. I wish I durst stay to let her know my lodging. SCENE XI. ARAMINTA, BELINDA, VAINLOVE, SHARPER. SHARP. There is in true beauty, as in courage, somewhat which narrow souls cannot dare to admire. And see, the owls are fled, as at the break of day.
BELIN . Very courtly. I believe Mr. Vainlove has not rubbed his eyes since break of day neither, he looks as if he durst not approach. Nay, come, cousin, be friends with him. I swear he looks so very simply--ha, ha, ha. Well, a lover in the state of separation from his mistress is like a body without a soul. Mr. Vainlove, shall I be bound for your good behaviour for the future?
VAIN . Now must I pretend ignorance equal to hers, of what she knows as well as I. [Aside.] Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive. But, madam, I hope I shall prove of a temper not to abuse mercy by committing new offences.
ARAM . So cold! [Aside.] BELIN. I have broke the ice for you, Mr. Vainlove, and so I leave you. Come, Mr. Sharper, you and I will take a turn, and laugh at the vulgar--both the great vulgar and the small. O Gad! I have a great passion for Cowley. Don't you admire him?SHARP. Oh, madam! he was our English Horace. BELIN. Ah so fine! so extremely fine! So everything in the world that I like--O Lord, walk this way--I see a couple; I'll give you their history. SCENE XII. ARAMINTA, VAINLOVE.
VAIN . I find, madam, the formality of the law must be observed, though the penalty of it be dispensed with, and an offender must plead to his arraignment, though he has his pardon in his pocket.
ARAM . I'm amazed! This insolence exceeds t'other; whoever has encouraged you to this assurance, presuming upon the easiness of my temper, has much deceived you, and so you shall find.VAIN. Hey day! Which way now? Here's fine doubling. [Aside.] ARAM. Base man! Was it not enough to affront me with your saucy passion?VAIN. You have given that passion a much kinder epithet than saucy, in another place.
ARAM . Another place! Some villainous design to blast my honour. But though thou hadst all the treachery and malice of thy sex, thou canst not lay a blemish on my fame. No, I have not erred in one favourable thought of mankind. How time might have deceived me in you, I know not; my opinion was but young, and your early baseness has prevented its growing to a wrong belief. Unworthy and ungrateful! be gone, and never see me more.
VAIN . Did I dream? or do I dream? Shall I believe my eyes, or ears? The vision is here still. Your passion, madam, will admit of no farther reasoning; but here's a silent witness of your acquaintance. [Takes our the letter, and offers it: she snatches it, and throws it away.]ARAM. There's poison in everything you touch. Blisters will follow - VAIN. That tongue, which denies what the hands have done.
ARAM . Still mystically senseless and impudent; I find I must leave the place. VAIN. No, madam, I'm gone. She knows her name's to it, which she will be unwilling to expose to the censure of the first finder.ARAM. Woman's obstinacy made me blind to what woman's curiosity now tempts me to see. [Takes up the letter.] SCENE XIII. BELINDA, SHARPER. BELIN. Nay, we have spared nobody, I swear. Mr. Sharper, you're a pure man; where did you get this excellent talent of railing?SHARP. Faith, madam, the talent was born with me:--I confess I have taken care to improve it, to qualify me for the society of ladies. BELIN. Nay, sure, railing is the best qualification in a woman's man. SCENE XIV. [To them] FOOTMAN. SHARP. The second best, indeed, I think. BELIN. How now, Pace? Where's my cousin? FOOT. She's not very well, madam, and has sent to know if your ladyship would have the coach come again for you?BELIN. O Lord, no, I'll go along with her. Come, Mr. Sharper. SCENE XV. SCENE: A chamber in Fondlewife's house. LAETITIA and BELLMOUR, his cloak, hat, etc., lying loose about the chamber. BELL. Here's nobody, nor no noise--'twas nothing but your fears. LAET. I durst have sworn I had heard my monster's voice. I swear I was heartily frightened; feel how my heart beats. BELL. 'Tis an alarm to love--come in again, and let us - FOND. [Without.] Cocky, Cocky, where are you, Cocky? I'm come home. LAET. Ah! There he is. Make haste, gather up your things. FOND. Cocky, Cocky, open the door. BELL. Pox choke him, would his horns were in his throat. My patch, my patch. [Looking about, and gathering up his things.] LAET. My jewel, art thou there?--No matter for your patch.--You s'an't tum in, Nykin-run into my chamber, quickly, quickly--You s'an't tum in. FOND. Nay, prithee, dear, i'feck I'm in haste. LAET. Then I'll let you in. [Opens the door.] SCENE XVI. LAETITIA, FONDLEWIFE, SIR JOSEPH. FOND. Kiss, dear--I met the master of the ship by the way, and I must have my papers of accounts out of your cabinet. LAET. Oh, I'm undone! [Aside.] SIR JO. Pray, first let me have fifty pound, good Alderman, for I'm in haste. FOND. A hundred has already been paid by your order. Fifty? I have the sum ready in gold in my closet. SCENE XVII. LAETITIA, SIR JOSEPH. SIR JO. Agad, it's a curious, fine, pretty rogue; I'll speak to her.--Pray, Madam, what news d'ye hear?LAET. Sir, I seldom stir abroad. [Walks about in disorder.] SIR JO. I wonder at that, Madam, for 'tis most curious fine weather. LAET. Methinks 't has been very ill weather. SIR JO. As you say, madam, 'tis pretty bad weather, and has been so a great while. SCENE XVIII.
[To them] FONDLEWIFE. FOND. Here are fifty pieces in this purse, Sir Joseph; if you will tarry a moment, till I fetch my papers, I'll wait upon you down- stairs.
LAET . Ruined, past redemption! what shall I do--ha! this fool may be of use. (Aside.) [As FONDLEWIFE is going into the chamber, she runs to SIR JOSEPH, almost pushes him down, and cries out.] Stand off, rude ruffian. Help me, my dear. O bless me! Why will you leave me alone with such a Satyr?FOND. Bless us! What's the matter? What's the matter? LAET. Your back was no sooner turned, but like a lion he came open mouthed upon me, and would have ravished a kiss from me by main force. SIR JO. O Lord! Oh, terrible! Ha, ha, ha. Is your wife mad, Alderman?LAET. Oh! I'm sick with the fright; won't you take him out of my sight?FOND. O traitor! I'm astonished. O bloody-minded traitor! SIR JO. Hey-day! Traitor yourself. By the Lord Harry, I was in most danger of being ravished, if you go to that.
FOND . Oh, how the blasphemous wretch swears! Out of my house, thou son of the whore of Babylon; offspring of Bel and the Dragon.- -Bless us! ravish my wife! my Dinah! Oh, Shechemite! Begone, I say.SIR JO. Why, the devil's in the people, I think. SCENE XIX. LAETITIA, FONDLEWIFE LAET. Oh! won't you follow, and see him out of doors, my dear?
FOND . I'll shut this door to secure him from coming back--Give me the key of your cabinet, Cocky. Ravish my wife before my face? I warrant he's a Papist in his heart at least, if not a Frenchman.
LAET . What can I do now! (Aside.) Oh! my dear, I have been in such a fright, that I forgot to tell you, poor Mr. Spintext has a sad fit of the colic, and is forced to lie down upon our bed-- you'll disturb him; I can tread softlier.
FOND . Alack, poor man--no, no--you don't know the papers--I won't disturb him; give me the key. [She gives him the key, goes to the chamber door and speaks aloud.] LAET. 'Tis nobody but Mr. Fondlewife, Mr. Spintext, lie still on your stomach; lying on your stomach will ease you of the colic.FOND. Ay, ay, lie still, lie still; don't let me disturb you. SCENE XX. LAETITIA alone. LAET. Sure, when he does not see his face, he won't discover him. Dear fortune, help me but this once, and I'll never run in thy debt again. But this opportunity is the Devil. SCENE XXI. FONDLEWIFE returns with Papers.
FOND . Good lack! good lack! I profess the poor man is in great torment; he lies as flat-Dear, you should heat a trencher, or a napkin.--Where's Deborah? Let her clap some warm thing to his stomach, or chafe it with a warm hand rather than fail. What book's this? [Sees the book that BELLMOUR forgot.]LAET. Mr. Spintext's prayer-book, dear. Pray Heaven it be a prayer-book. [Aside.]
FOND . Good man! I warrant he dropped it on purpose that you might take it up and read some of the pious ejaculations. [Taking up the book.] O bless me! O monstrous! A prayer-book? Ay, this is the devil's paternoster. Hold, let me see: The Innocent Adultery.LAET. Misfortune! now all's ruined again. [Aside.] BELL. [Peeping]. Damned chance! If I had gone a-whoring with the Practice of Piety in my pocket I had never been discovered. FOND. Adultery, and innocent! O Lord! Here's doctrine! Ay, here's discipline! LAET. Dear husband, I'm amazed. Sure it is a good book, and only tends to the speculation of sin. FOND. Speculation! No no; something went farther than speculation when I was not to be let in.--Where is this apocryphal elder? I'll ferret him. LAET. I'm so distracted, I can't think of a lie. [Aside.] SCENE XXII. LAETITIA and FONDLEWIFE haling out BELLMOUR. FOND. Come out here, thou Ananias incarnate. Who, how now! Who have we here?LAET. Ha! [Shrieks as surprised.]
FOND . Oh thou salacious woman! Am I then brutified? Ay, I feel it here; I sprout, I bud, I blossom, I am ripe-horn-mad. But who in the devil's name are you? Mercy on me for swearing. But -LAET. Oh! goodness keep us! Who are you? What are you?BELL. Soh! LAET. In the name of the--O! Good, my dear, don't come near it; I'm afraid 'tis the devil; indeed, it has hoofs, dear.
FOND . Indeed, and I have horns, dear. The devil, no, I am afraid 'tis the flesh, thou harlot. Dear, with the pox. Come Syren, speak, confess, who is this reverend, brawny pastor.LAET. Indeed, and indeed now, my dear Nykin, I never saw this wicked man before. FOND. Oh, it is a man then, it seems. LAET. Rather, sure it is a wolf in the clothing of a sheep. FOND. Thou art a devil in his proper clothing--woman's flesh. What, you know nothing of him, but his fleece here! You don't love mutton? you Magdalen unconverted. BELL. Well, now, I know my cue.--That is, very honourably to excuse her, and very impudently accuse myself. [Aside.] LAET. Why then, I wish I may never enter into the heaven of your embraces again, my dear, if ever I saw his face before.
FOND . O Lord! O strange! I am in admiration of your impudence. Look at him a little better; he is more modest, I warrant you, than to deny it. Come, were you two never face to face before? Speak.BELL. Since all artifice is vain. And I think myself obliged to speak the truth in justice to your wife.--No. FOND. Humph.
LAET . No, indeed, dear. FOND. Nay, I find you are both in a story; that I must confess. But, what--not to be cured of the colic? Don't you know your patient, Mrs. Quack? Oh, 'lie upon your stomach; lying upon your stomach will cure you of the colic.' Ah! answer me, Jezebel?LAET. Let the wicked man answer for himself: does he think I have nothing to do but excuse him? 'tis enough if I can clear my own innocence to my own dear. BELL. By my troth, and so 'tis. I have been a little too backward; that's the truth on't. FOND. Come, sir, who are you, in the first place? And what are you?BELL. A whore-master. FOND. Very concise. LAET. O beastly, impudent creature. FOND. Well, sir, and what came you hither for? BELL. To lie with your wife. FOND. Good again. A very civil person this, and I believe speaks truth. LAET. Oh, insupportable impudence.
FOND . Well, sir; pray be covered--and you have--Heh! You have finished the matter, heh? And I am, as I should be, a sort of civil perquisite to a whore-master, called a cuckold, heh? Is it not so? Come, I'm inclining to believe every word you say.BELL. Why, faith, I must confess, so I designed you; but you were a little unlucky in coming so soon, and hindered the making of your own fortune.
FOND . Humph. Nay, if you mince the matter once and go back of your word you are not the person I took you for. Come, come, go on boldly.--What, don't be ashamed of your profession.--Confess, confess; I shall love thee the better for't. I shall, i'feck. What, dost think I don't know how to behave myself in the employment of a cuckold, and have been three years apprentice to matrimony? Come, come; plain dealing is a jewel.BELL. Well, since I see thou art a good, honest fellow, I'll confess the whole matter to thee. FOND. Oh, I am a very honest fellow. You never lay with an honester man's wife in your life.
LAET . How my heart aches! All my comfort lies in his impudence, and heaven be praised, he has a considerable portion. [Aside.]
BELL. In short, then, I was informed of the opportunity of your absence by my spy (for faith, honest Isaac, I have a long time designed thee this favour). I knew Spintext was to come by your direction. But I laid a trap for him, and procured his habit, in which I passed upon your servants, and was conducted hither. I pretended a fit of the colic, to excuse my lying down upon your bed; hoping that when she heard of it, her good nature would bring her to administer remedies for my distemper. You know what might have followed. But, like an uncivil person, you knocked at the door before your wife was come to me.
BELL . How can'st thou be so cruel, Isaac? Thou hast the heart of a mountain-tiger. By the faith of a sincere sinner, she's innocent for me. Go to him, madam, fling your snowy arms about his stubborn neck; bathe his relentless face in your salt trickling tears. [She goes and hangs upon his neck, and kisses him. BELLMOUR kisses her hand behind FONDLEWIFE'S back.] So, a few soft words, and a kiss, and the good man melts. See how kind nature works, and boils over in him.
LAET . Indeed, my dear, I was but just come down stairs, when you knocked at the door; and the maid told me Mr. Spintext was ill of the colic upon our bed. And won't you speak to me, cruel Nykin? Indeed, I'll die, if you don't.
FOND . Ah! No, no, I cannot speak, my heart's so full--I have been a tender husband, a tender yoke-fellow; you know I have.--But thou hast been a faithless Delilah, and the Philistines--Heh! Art thou not vile and unclean, heh? Speak. [Weeping.]LAET. No-h. [Sighing.] FOND. Oh that I could believe thee! LAET. Oh, my heart will break. [Seeming to faint.] FOND. Heh, how! No, stay, stay, I will believe thee, I will. Pray bend her forward, sir. LAET. Oh! oh! Where is my dear?FOND. Here, here; I do believe thee. I won't believe my own eyes. BELL. For my part, I am so charmed with the love of your turtle to you, that I'll go and solicit matrimony with all my might and main.
FOND . Well, well, sir; as long as I believe it, 'tis well enough. No thanks to you, sir, for her virtue.--But, I'll show you the way out of my house, if you please. Come, my dear. Nay, I will believe thee, I do, i'feck.BELL. See the great blessing of an easy faith; opinion cannot err. No husband, by his wife, can be deceived; She still is virtuous, if she's so believed.
ACT VSCENE I. SCENE: The Street. BELLMOUR in fanatic habit, SETTER, HEARTWELL, LUCY. BELL. Setter! Well encountered. SET. Joy of your return, sir. Have you made a good voyage? or have you brought your own lading back?
BELL . No, I have brought nothing but ballast back--made a delicious voyage, Setter; and might have rode at anchor in the port till this time, but the enemy surprised us--I would unrig.SET. I attend you, sir. BELL. Ha! Is it not that Heartwell at Sylvia's door? Be gone quickly, I'll follow you--I would not be known. Pox take 'em, they stand just in my way. SCENE II. BELLMOUR, HEARTWELL, LUCY. HEART. I'm impatient till it be done. LUCY. That may be, without troubling yourself to go again for your brother's chaplain. Don't you see that stalking form of godliness? HEART. O ay; he's a fanatic. LUCY. An executioner qualified to do your business. He has been lawfully ordained. HEART. I'll pay him well, if you'll break the matter to him.LUCY. I warrant you.--Do you go and prepare your bride. SCENE III. BELLMOUR, LUCY. BELL. Humph, sits the wind there? What a lucky rogue am I! Oh, what sport will be here, if I can persuade this wench to secrecy! LUCY. Sir: reverend sir. BELL. Madam. [Discovers himself.] LUCY. Now, goodness have mercy upon me! Mr. Bellmour! is it you? BELL. Even I. What dost think? LUCY. Think! That I should not believe my eyes, and that you are not what you seem to be. BELL. True. But to convince thee who I am, thou knowest my old token. [Kisses her.] LUCY. Nay, Mr. Bellmour: O Lard! I believe you are a parson in good earnest, you kiss so devoutly. BELL. Well, your business with me, Lucy?LUCY. I had none, but through mistake.
BELL . Which mistake you must go through with, Lucy. Come, I know the intrigue between Heartwell and your mistress; and you mistook me for Tribulation Spintext, to marry 'em--Ha? are not matters in this posture? Confess: come, I'll be faithful; I will, i'faith. What! diffide in me, Lucy?
LUCY . Alas-a-day! You and Mr. Vainlove, between you, have ruined my poor mistress: you have made a gap in her reputation; and can you blame her if she make it up with a husband?BELL. Well, is it as I say?LUCY. Well, it is then: but you'll be secret?BELL. Phuh, secret, ay. And to be out of thy debt, I'll trust thee with another secret. Your mistress must not marry Heartwell, Lucy. LUCY. How! O Lord!
BELL . Nay, don't be in passion, Lucy:- I'll provide a fitter husband for her. Come, here's earnest of my good intentions for thee too; let this mollify. [Gives her money.] Look you, Heartwell is my friend; and though he be blind, I must not see him fall into the snare, and unwittingly marry a whore.
LUCY . Whore! I'd have you to know my mistress scorns - BELL. Nay, nay: look you, Lucy; there are whores of as good quality. But to the purpose, if you will give me leave to acquaint you with it. Do you carry on the mistake of me: I'll marry 'em. Nay, don't pause; if you do, I'll spoil all. I have some private reasons for what I do, which I'll tell you within. In the meantime, I promise--and rely upon me--to help your mistress to a husband: nay, and thee too, Lucy. Here's my hand, I will; with a fresh assurance. [Gives her more money.]
LUCY . Ah, the devil is not so cunning. You know my easy nature. Well, for once I'll venture to serve you; but if you do deceive me, the curse of all kind, tender-hearted women light upon you!BELL. That's as much as to say, the pox take me. Well, lead on. SCENE IV. VAINLOVE, SHARPER, and SETTER. SHARP. Just now, say you; gone in with Lucy?SET. I saw him, sir, and stood at the corner where you found me, and overheard all they said: Mr. Bellmour is to marry 'em.
SHARP . Ha, ha; it will be a pleasant cheat. I'll plague Heartwell when I see him. Prithee, Frank, let's tease him; make him fret till he foam at the mouth, and disgorge his matrimonial oath with interest. Come, thou'rt musty -SET. [To SHARPER.] Sir, a word with you. [Whispers him.]
VAIN . Sharper swears she has forsworn the letter--I'm sure he tells me truth;--but I'm not sure she told him truth: yet she was unaffectedly concerned, he says, and often blushed with anger and surprise: and so I remember in the park. She had reason, if I wrong her. I begin to doubt.SHARP. Say'st thou so? SET. This afternoon, sir, about an hour before my master received the letter. SHARP. In my conscience, like enough. SET. Ay, I know her, sir; at least, I'm sure I can fish it out of her: she's the very sluice to her lady's secrets: 'tis but setting her mill agoing, and I can drain her of 'em all. SHARP. Here, Frank, your bloodhound has made out the fault: this letter, that so sticks in thy maw, is counterfeit; only a trick of Sylvia in revenge, contrived by Lucy.
VAIN . Ha! It has a colour; but how do you know it, sirrah? SET. I do suspect as much; because why, sir, she was pumping me about how your worship's affairs stood towards Madam Araminta; as, when you had seen her last? when you were to see her next? and, where you were to be found at that time? and such like.VAIN. And where did you tell her?SET. In the Piazza. VAIN. There I received the letter--it must be so--and why did you not find me out, to tell me this before, sot?SET. Sir, I was pimping for Mr. Bellmour. SHARP. You were well employed: I think there is no objection to the excuse. VAIN. Pox of my saucy credulity--if I have lost her, I deserve it. But if confession and repentance be of force, I'll win her, or weary her into a forgiveness. SHARP. Methinks I long to see Bellmour come forth. SCENE V. SHARPER, BELLMOUR, SETTER.SET. Talk of the devil: see where he comes. SHARP. Hugging himself in his prosperous mischief--no real fanatic can look better pleased after a successful sermon of sedition. BELL. Sharper! Fortify thy spleen: such a jest! Speak when thou art ready.
SHARP . Now, were I ill-natured would I utterly disappoint thy mirth: hear thee tell thy mighty jest with as much gravity as a bishop hears venereal causes in the spiritual court. Not so much as wrinkle my face with one smile; but let thee look simply, and laugh by thyself.BELL. Pshaw, no; I have a better opinion of thy wit. Gad, I defy thee. SHARP. Were it not loss of time you should make the experiment. But honest Setter, here, overheard you with Lucy, and has told me all.
BELL . Nay, then, I thank thee for not putting me out of countenance. But, to tell you something you don't know. I got an opportunity after I had married 'em, of discovering the cheat to Sylvia. She took it at first, as another woman would the like disappointment; but my promise to make her amends quickly with another husband somewhat pacified her.
SHARP. But how the devil do you think to acquit yourself of your promise? Will you marry her yourself?
SIR JO . Nay, don't speak so loud. I don't jest as I did a little while ago. Look yonder! Agad, if he should hear the lion roar, he'd cudgel him into an ass, and his primitive braying. Don't you remember the story in AEsop's Fables, bully? Agad, there are good morals to be picked out of AEsop's Fables, let me tell you that, and Reynard the Fox too.BLUFF. Damn your morals. SIR JO. Prithee, don't speak so loud. BLUFF. Damn your morals; I must revenge the affront done to my honour. [In a low voice.]
SIR JO . Ay; do, do, captain, if you think fitting. You may dispose of your own flesh as you think fitting, d'ye see, but, by the Lord Harry, I'll leave you. [Stealing away upon his tip-toes.]
BLUFF . Prodigious! What, will you forsake your friend in extremity? You can't in honour refuse to carry him a challenge. [Almost whispering, and treading softly after him.]
SIR JO. Prithee, what do you see in my face that looks as if I would carry a challenge? Honour is your province, captain; take it. All the world know me to be a knight, and a man of worship.
SET . Were I a rogue now, what a noble prize could I dispose of! A goodly pinnace, richly laden, and to launch forth under my auspicious convoy. Twelve thousand pounds and all her rigging, besides what lies concealed under hatches. Ha! all this committed to my care! Avaunt, temptation! Setter, show thyself a person of worth; be true to thy trust, and be reputed honest. Reputed honest! Hum: is that all? Ay; for to be honest is nothing; the reputation of it is all. Reputation! what have such poor rogues as I to do with reputation? 'tis above us; and for men of quality, they are above it; so that reputation is even as foolish a thing as honesty. And, for my part, if I meet Sir Joseph with a purse of gold in his hand, I'll dispose of mine to the best advantage.
SIR JO. Heh, heh, heh: Here 'tis for you, i'faith, Mr. Setter. Nay, I'll take you at your word. [Chinking a purse.]
SIR JO . No, no; never fear, man; the lady's business shall be done. What, come, Mr. Setter, I have overheard all, and to speak is but loss of time; but if there be occasion, let these worthy gentlemen intercede for me. [Gives him gold.]SET. O lord, sir, what d'ye mean? Corrupt my honesty? They have indeed very persuading faces. But - SIR JO. 'Tis too little, there's more, man. There, take all. Now - SET. Well, Sir Joseph, you have such a winning way with you -
SIR JO . And how, and how, good Setter, did the little rogue look when she talked of Sir Joseph? Did not her eyes twinkle and her mouth water? Did not she pull up her little bubbies? And--agad, I'm so overjoyed--And stroke down her belly? and then step aside to tie her garter when she was thinking of her love? Heh, Setter!SET. Oh, yes, sir.
SIR JO . How now, bully? What, melancholy because I'm in the lady's favour? No matter, I'll make your peace: I know they were a little smart upon you. But I warrant I'll bring you into the lady's good graces.
BLUFF . Pshaw, I have petitions to show from other-guess toys than she. Look here; these were sent me this morning. There, read. [Shows letters]. That--that's a scrawl of quality. Here, here's from a countess too. Hum--No, hold--that's from a knight's wife-- she sent it me by her husband. But here, both these are from persons of great quality.SIR JO. They are either from persons of great quality, or no quality at all, 'tis such a damned ugly hand. [While SIR JOSEPH reads, BLUFFE whispers SETTER.] SET. Captain, I would do anything to serve you; but this is so difficult. BLUFF. Not at all. Don't I know him?SET. You'll remember the conditions?BLUFF. I'll give it you under my hand. In the meantime, here's earnest. [Gives him money.] Come, knight, I'm capitulating with Mr. Setter for you. SIR JO. Ah, honest Setter; sirrah, I'll give thee anything but a night's lodging. SCENE VIII. SHARPER tugging in HEARTWELL. SHARP. Nay, prithee leave railing, and come along with me. May be she mayn't be within. 'Tis but to yond corner-house. HEART. Whither? Whither? Which corner-house. SHARP. Why, there: the two white posts. HEART. And who would you visit there, say you? (O'ons, how my heart aches.)
SHARP . Pshaw, thou'rt so troublesome and inquisitive. My, I'll tell you; 'tis a young creature that Vainlove debauched and has forsaken. Did you never hear Bellmour chide him about Sylvia?HEART. Death, and hell, and marriage! My wife! [Aside.] SHARP. Why, thou art as musty as a new-married man that had found his wife knowing the first night.
HEART . Hell, and the Devil! Does he know it? But, hold; if he should not, I were a fool to discover it. I'll dissemble, and try him. [Aside.] Ha, ha, ha. Why, Tom, is that such an occasion of melancholy? Is it such an uncommon mischief?
SHARP . No, faith; I believe not. Few women but have their year of probation before they are cloistered in the narrow joys of wedlock. But, prithee, come along with me or I'll go and have the lady to myself. B'w'y George. [Going.]HEART. O torture! How he racks and tears me! Death! Shall I own my shame or wittingly let him go and whore my wife? No, that's insupportable. O Sharper! SHARP. How now?HEART. Oh, I am married. SHARP. (Now hold, spleen.) Married! HEART. Certainly, irrecoverably married. SHARP. Heaven forbid, man! How long?HEART. Oh, an age, an age! I have been married these two hours.
SHARP . My old bachelor married! That were a jest. Ha, ha, ha. HEART. Death! D'ye mock me? Hark ye, if either you esteem my friendship, or your own safety--come not near that house--that corner-house--that hot brothel. Ask no questions.SHARP. Mad, by this light. Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure: Married in haste, we may repent at leisure. SCENE IX. SHARPER, SETTER. SET. Some by experience find these words misplaced: At leisure married, they repent in haste. As I suppose my master Heartwell. SHARP. Here again, my Mercury!
SET . Sublimate, if you please, sir: I think my achievements do deserve the epithet-Mercury was a pimp too, but, though I blush to own it, at this time, I must confess I am somewhat fallen from the dignity of my function, and do condescend to be scandalously employed in the promotion of vulgar matrimony.SHARP. As how, dear, dexterous pimp?
SET . Why, to be brief, for I have weighty affairs depending--our stratagem succeeded as you intended--Bluffe turns errant traitor; bribes me to make a private conveyance of the lady to him, and put a shame-settlement upon Sir Joseph.SHARP. O rogue! Well, but I hope - SET. No, no; never fear me, sir. I privately informed the knight of the treachery, who has agreed seemingly to be cheated, that the captain may be so in reality. SHARP. Where's the bride? SET. Shifting clothes for the purpose, at a friend's house of mine. Here's company coming; if you'll walk this way, sir, I'll tell you. SCENE X.
BELLMOUR, BELINDA, ARAMINTA, and VAINLOVE. VAIN. Oh, 'twas frenzy all: cannot you forgive it? Men in madness have a title to your pity. [To ARAMINTA.]ARAM. Which they forfeit, when they are restored to their senses. VAIN. I am not presuming beyond a pardon. ARAM. You who could reproach me with one counterfeit, how insolent would a real pardon make you! But there's no need to forgive what is not worth my anger.
BELIN . O' my conscience, I could find in my heart to marry thee, purely to be rid of thee--at least thou art so troublesome a lover, there's hopes thou'lt make a more than ordinary quiet husband. [To BELLMOUR.]BELL. Say you so? Is that a maxim among ye?BELIN. Yes: you fluttering men of the MODE have made marriage a mere French dish. BELL. I hope there's no French sauce. [Aside.]
BELIN . You are so curious in the preparation, that is, your courtship, one would think you meant a noble entertainment--but when we come to feed, 'tis all froth, and poor, but in show. Nay, often, only remains, which have been I know not how many times warmed for other company, and at last served up cold to the wife.
BELL . That were a miserable wretch indeed, who could not afford one warm dish for the wife of his bosom. But you timorous virgins form a dreadful chimaera of a husband, as of a creature contrary to that soft, humble, pliant, easy thing, a lover; so guess at plagues in matrimony, in opposition to the pleasures of courtship. Alas! courtship to marriage, is but as the music in the play-house, until the curtain's drawn; but that once up, then opens the scene of pleasure.BELIN. Oh, foh,--no: rather courtship to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play. SCENE XI. [To them] SHARPER. SHARP. Hist! Bellmour. If you'll bring the ladies, make haste to Sylvia's lodgings, before Heartwell has fretted himself out of breath. BELL. You have an opportunity now, madam, to revenge yourself upon Heartwell, for affronting your squirrel. [To BELINDA.] BELIN. Oh, the filthy rude beast. ARAM. 'Tis a lasting quarrel; I think he has never been at our house since. BELL. But give yourselves the trouble to walk to that corner- house, and I'll tell you by the way what may divert and surprise you. SCENE XII. SCENE: Sylvia's Lodgings. HEARTWELL and BOY. HEART. Gone forth, say you, with her maid?BOY. There was a man too, that fetched them out--Setter, I think they called him.
HEART . So-h--that precious pimp too--damned, damned strumpet! could she not contain herself on her wedding-day? not hold out till night? Oh, cursed state! how wide we err, when apprehensive of the load of life.
We hope to find
That help which Nature meant in womankind, To man that supplemental self-designed; But proves a burning caustic when applied, And Adam, sure, could with more ease abide The bone when broken, than when made a bride.
BELL . That they are fit for no company but their wives. BELIN. Nor for them neither, in a little time. I swear, at the month's end, you shall hardly find a married man that will do a civil thing to his wife, or say a civil thing to anybody else. How he looks already, ha, ha, ha.BELL. Ha, ha, ha! HEART. Death, am I made your laughing-stock? For you, sir, I shall find a time; but take off your wasp here, or the clown may grow boisterous; I have a fly-flap. BELIN. You have occasion for't, your wife has been blown upon. BELL. That's home. HEART. Not fiends or furies could have added to my vexation, or anything, but another woman. You've racked my patience; begone, or by - BELL. Hold, hold. What the devil--thou wilt not draw upon a woman?VAIN. What's the matter?ARAM. Bless me! what have you done to him?BELIN. Only touched a galled beast until he winced. VAIN. Bellmour, give it over; you vex him too much. 'Tis all serious to him. BELIN. Nay, I swear, I begin to pity him myself.
HEART . Damn your pity!--but let me be calm a little. How have I deserved this of you? any of ye? Sir, have I impaired the honour of your house, promised your sister marriage, and whored her? Wherein have I injured you? Did I bring a physician to your father when he lay expiring, and endeavour to prolong his life, and you one and twenty? Madam, have I had an opportunity with you and baulked it? Did you ever offer me the favour that I refused it? Or -BELIN. Oh foh! what does the filthy fellow mean? Lord, let me be gone. ARAM. Hang me, if I pity you; you are right enough served. BELL. This is a little scurrilous though. VAIN. Nay, 'tis a sore of your own scratching--well, George?
HEART . You are the principal cause of all my present ills. If Sylvia had not been your mistress, my wife might have been honest.
VAIN. And if Sylvia had not been your wife, my mistress might have been just. There, we are even. But have a good heart, I heard of your misfortune, and come to your relief.
SHARP . No, I'll deal fairly with you. 'Tis a full and free discharge to Sir Joseph Wittal and Captain Bluffe; for all injuries whatsoever, done unto you by them, until the present date hereof. How say you?VAIN. Agreed. SHARP. Then, let me beg these ladies to wear their masks, a moment. Come in, gentlemen and ladies. HEART. What the devil's all this to me? VAIN. Patience. SCENE the Last [To them] SIR JOSEPH, BLUFFE, SYLVIA, LUCY, SETTER. BLUFF. All injuries whatsoever, Mr. Sharper. SIR JO. Ay, ay, whatsoever, Captain, stick to that; whatsoever. SHARP. 'Tis done, these gentlemen are witnesses to the general release. VAIN. Ay, ay, to this instant moment. I have passed an act of oblivion. BLUFF. 'Tis very generous, sir, since I needs must own - SIR JO. No, no, Captain, you need not own, heh, heh, heh. 'Tis I must own -
BLUFF .--That you are over-reached too, ha, ha, ha, only a little art military used--only undermined, or so, as shall appear by the fair Araminta, my wife's permission. Oh, the devil, cheated at last! [Lucy unmasks.]SIR JO. Only a little art-military trick, captain, only countermined, or so. Mr. Vainlove, I suppose you know whom I have got--now, but all's forgiven. VAIN. I know whom you have not got; pray ladies convince him. [ARAM. and BELIN. unmask.] SIR JO. Ah! oh Lord, my heart aches. Ah! Setter, a rogue of all sides.
SHARP . Sir Joseph, you had better have pre-engaged this gentleman's pardon: for though Vainlove be so generous to forgive the loss of his mistress, I know not how Heartwell may take the loss of his wife. [SYLVIA unmasks.]HEART. My wife! By this light 'tis she, the very cockatrice. O Sharper! Let me embrace thee. But art thou sure she is really married to him?SET. Really and lawfully married, I am witness. SHARP. Bellmour will unriddle to you. [HEARTWELL goes to BELLMOUR.] SIR JO. Pray, madam, who are you? For I find you and I are like to be better acquainted. SYLV. The worst of me is, that I am your wife - SHARP. Come, Sir Joseph, your fortune is not so bad as you fear. A fine lady, and a lady of very good quality. SIR JO. Thanks to my knighthood, she's a lady - VAIN. That deserves a fool with a better title. Pray use her as my relation, or you shall hear on't. BLUFF. What, are you a woman of quality too, spouse?SET. And my relation; pray let her be respected accordingly. Well, honest Lucy, fare thee well. I think, you and I have been play-fellows off and on, any time this seven years.
LUCY . Hold your prating. I'm thinking what vocation I shall follow while my spouse is planting laurels in the wars.
BLUFF. No more wars, spouse, no more wars. While I plant laurels for my head abroad, I may find the branches sprout at home.
HEART . Bellmour, I approve thy mirth, and thank thee. And I cannot in gratitude (for I see which way thou art going) see thee fall into the same snare out of which thou hast delivered me.BELL. I thank thee, George, for thy good intention; but there is a fatality in marriage, for I find I'm resolute. HEART. Then good counsel will be thrown away upon you. For my part, I have once escaped; and when I wed again, may she be--ugly, as an old bawd. VAIN. Ill-natured, as an old maid - BELL. Wanton, as a young widow - SHARP. And jealous, as a barren wife. HEART. Agreed. BELL. Well; 'midst of these dreadful denunciations, and notwithstanding the warning and example before me, I commit myself to lasting durance. BELIN. Prisoner, make much of your fetters. [Giving her hand.] BELL. Frank, will you keep us in countenance? VAIN. May I presume to hope so great a blessing?ARAM. We had better take the advantage of a little of our friend's experience first.
BELL . O' my conscience she dares not consent, for fear he should recant. [Aside.] Well, we shall have your company to church in the morning. May be it may get you an appetite to see us fall to before you. Setter, did not you tell me? -SET. They're at the door: I'll call 'em in.
A DANCE. BELL. Now set we forward on a journey for life. Come take your fellow-travellers. Old George, I'm sorry to see thee still plod on alone.
HEART . With gaudy plumes and jingling bells made proud, The youthful beast sets forth, and neighs aloud.
A morning-sun his tinselled harness gilds,
And the first stage a down-hill greensward yields. But, oh -
What rugged ways attend the noon of life!
Our sun declines, and with what anxious strife,
What pain we tug that galling load, a wife.
All coursers the first heat with vigour run;
But 'tis with whip and spur the race is won.
EpilogueSpoken by MRS. BARRY.
As a rash girl, who will all hazards run,
And be enjoyed, though sure to be undone,
Soon as her curiosity is over,
Would give the world she could her toy recover, So fares it with our poet; and I'm sent
To tell you he already does repent:
Would you were all as forward to keep Lent. Now the deed's done, the giddy thing has leisure To think o' th' sting, that's in the tail of pleasure. Methinks I hear him in consideration:
What will the world say? Where's my reputation? Now that's at stake. No, fool, 'tis out o' fashion. If loss of that should follow want of wit,
How many undone men were in the pit!
Why that's some comfort to an author's fears, If he's an ass, he will be tryed by's peers.
But hold, I am exceeding my commission:
My business here was humbly to petition;
But we're so used to rail on these occasions, I could not help one trial of your patience:
For 'tis our way, you know, for fear o' th' worst, To be beforehand still, and cry Fool first.
How say you, sparks? How do you stand affected? I swear, young Bays within is so dejected,
'Twould grieve your hearts to see him; shall I call him? But then you cruel critics would so maul him! Yet may be you'll encourage a beginner;
But how? Just as the devil does a sinner.
Women and wits are used e'en much at one, You gain your end, and damn 'em when you've done.