Antonio's Boy. 1 Drury-Lane. Mr. Aickin. f Mr. Henderson. Mr. Parfons. Mr. Wright. Peter and Two fervants to Don f Mr. W. Palmer. Anthony, John and Frederick, Surgeon, { Mr. Burton. Mr. Wrighten. THE CHAN NCE S. ACT I. Enter Peter and Anthony, two Serving-men. PETER. we were remov'd from this town, WOULD thony, An That we might tafte fome quiet; for my mine own part, I'm almost melted with continual trotting After enquiries, dreams and revelations, Of who knows whom or where. Serve wenching foldiI'll serve a priest in Lent firft, and eat bell-ropes. [ers ! Ant. Thou art the frowardeft fool Pet. Why, good tame Anthony, Tell me but this; to what end came we hither? Answer me that; refolve me there, good Anthony, Pet. Shew your uses, Anthony. Ant. To be employ'd in any thing, Not any thing, I take it, nor that thing A falt itch. ferve fuch uses! in things of moment, Ant. Come, come, all will be mended: this invifible. Of infinite report for shape and beauty, A 3 [woman, That That bred all this trouble to no purpose, They are determin'd now no more to think on. Men known to run mad with report before? To find; or if found, how to enjoy ? Are men's brains That men in love are ever drunk, as drunken men Ant. Pr'ythee, be thou sober, And know that they are none of those, not guilty Pet. Would they were refolv'd To give me fome new fhoes too; for I'll be fworn [Exeunt, Enter Don John and Don Frederick. John. I would we could have seen her tho': for sure She must be fome rare creature, or report lies: All men's reports too. Fred. I could well wish I had feen Conftantia: John. Hang me from this hour, If I more think upon her; But as fhe came a strange report unto me, So the next fame shall lose her. Fred. 'Tis the next wayPo whither are you walking? John: John. My old round, After my meat, and then to bed. John. Will you not stir? Fred. I have a little bufinefs. John. I have fomething to impart. I will not mifs to meet ye. John. Where? Fred. I'th' high street: For, not to lie, I have a few devotions To do firft, then I am yours. John. Remember. [Exeunt Enter Petruchio, Antonio, and two Gentlemen. Ant. Cut his wind-pipe, I fay.. 1 Gent. Fie, Antonio. Ant. Or knock his brains out first, and then forgive If you do thrust, be sure it be to th' hilts, A furgeon may see through him. 1 Gent. You are too violent. 2 Gent. Too open, indifcreet. Pet. Am I not ruin'd? The honour of my house crack'd ? My credit and my name? 2 Gent. Be fure it be fo, Before you [him. my blood poifon'd? ufe this violence. Let not doubt And a fufpecting anger fo much fway ye, Your wifdom may be queftion'd. Ant. I fay, kill him, And then difpute the caufe; cut off what may be, 2 Gent. Hang up a true man, Becaufe 'tis poffible he may be thievish : Alas! is this good juftice? Pet. I know as certain As day must come again, as clear as truth, I That That I am bafely wrong'd, wrong'd above recompence, In name and honour, loft to all remembrance, 1 Gent. But think better. Pet. There's no other cure left; yet witness with me All that is fair in man, all that is noble ; I am not greedy for this life I feek for, Nor thirft to fhed man's blood; and would 'twere poffible, My fword fhould only kill his crimes: no, 'tis Muft do this justice. Ant. Let it once be done, And 'tis no matter, whether you or honour, 2 Gent. Do you weigh, Petruchio, The value of the perfon, power, and greatness, Pet. To perform it, So much I am tied to reputation, And credit of my house, let it raise wild-fires, Ant. Dare! Petr. Y'are friends indeed, if not! 2 Gent. Here's none flies from you; Do it in what defign you please, we'll back ye. Gent. Is the cause so mortal? nothing but his life? Pet. Believe me, A lefs offence has been the defolation Of a whole name. 1 Gent. No other way to purge it ? Pet. There is, but never to be hop'd for. And if then you find no fafer road to guide yè, Ant. Mine's up already, And hang him, for my part, goes less than life. 2 Gent |