the apprehensions of him may make the savour I'm afraid, brother, the coat is too short worse. for you. Clin. jun. It will be long enough before you get it. In short, sir, were you a ghost, or brother, or devil, I will go to the jubilee, by Jupiter Ammon. [Exit. Col. S. Go to the jubilee! go to the bear-garden. The travel of such fools as you doubly injures our country you expose our native follies, which ridicule us among strangers; and return fraught only with their vices, which you vend here for fashionable gallantry: a travelling fool is as dangerous as a home-bred villain. Get you to your native plough and cart, converse with animals like yourselves, sheep and oxen; men are creatures you don't understand. Sir H. Let them alone, Colonel, their folly will be now diverting. Come, gentlemen, we'll dispute this point some other time. A Servant enters and whispers Sir Harry Wildair. Madam, shall I beg you to entertain the company in the next room for a moment? (To Lady D.) Lady D. With all my heart. Come, gentlemen. [Exeunt all but Sir H. Sir H. A lady to inquire for me! who can this be? Enter LADY LUREWELL. Oh! madam, this favour is beyond my expectation, to come uninvited to dance at my wedding. What d'ye gaze at, madam? Lady L. A monster.! If thou'rt married, thou'rt the most perjured wretch that e'er avouched deceit. Sir H. Heyday! Why, madam, I'm sure I never swore to marry you: I made, indeed, a slight promise, upon condition of your granting me a small favour, but you would not consent, you know. Lady L. How he upbraids me with my shame! Can you deny your binding vows when this appears a witness against your falsehood? (Shews a ring.) Methinks, the motto of this sacred pledge should flash confusion in your guilty face. Read, read here the binding words of love and honour; words not unknown to your perfidious tongue, though utter strangers to your treacherous heart. Sir H. What the devil is all this! Madam, I'm not at leisure for raillery; at present, I have weighty affairs upon my hands; the business of pleasure, madam. Any other time-(Going.) Lady L. Stay, I conjure you; stay. Sir H. Faith, I can't, my bride expects me. [Exit. Lady L. Grant me some wild expressions, heavens! or I shall burst. Woman's weakness, man's falsehood, my own shame, and love's disdain, at once swell up my breast. Words, words, or I shall burst. (Going.) Enter COLONEL STANDARD. Col. S. Stay, madam! if you are a perfect woman, you have the confidence to outface a crime, and bear the charge of guilt without a blush. Lady L. The charge of guilt! What? making a fool of you? I've done't, and glory in the act. Col. S. Your falsehood can't be reached by malice, nor by satire; against mine own eyes, I still maintained your truth. I imagined Wildair's boasting of your favours to be the pure result of his own vanity: at last, he urged your taking presents of him; as a convincing proof of which, you, yesterday, from him, received that ring; which ring, that I might be sure he gave it, I lent it him for that purpose; and desire you now, madam, to restore it to the just owner. Lady L. The just owner! Answer me did not you receive this ring about twelve years ago? Col. S. I did. Lady L. And were not you, about that time, entertained two nights at the house of Sir Oliver Manly, in Oxfordshire? Col. S. I was, I was! (Runs to her and embraces her.) The blest remembrance fires my soul with transport. I know the rest-you are the charming! she, and I the happy man. Lady L. How has blind fortune stumbled on the right! But where have you wandered since? 'twas cruel to forsake me. Col. S. To tell you the particulars of my fortune, are too tedious now; my constant heart has sighed alone for thee; nor fame, nor glory, e'er shall part us more. Enter SIR HARRY WILDAIR and ANGELICA. Oh! Sir Harry, fortune has acted miracles to-day. The story's strange and tedious; but all amounts to this, that woman's mind is as charming as her person, and I am made a convert, too, to beauty. Sir H. I wanted only this to make my pleasure perfect. Enter ALDERMAN SMUGGLER. Ald. S. So, gentlemen and ladies, I'm glad to find you so merry. Is my gracious nephew among ye? Sir H. Sir, he dares not shew his face among such honourable company; for your gracious nephew is Ald. S. What, sir? have a care what you say. Ald. S. With all my heart; I'll pardon you the beating me for that very word. Oh! Sir Harry, he is as hypocritical— Lady L. As yourself, Mr. Alderman. How fares my good old nurse, pray sir? Ald. S. Oh! madam, I shall be even with you before I part with your writings and money, that I have in my hands. Lady L. A word with you, Mr. Alderman; do you know this pocket-book? Ald. S. Oh! lord, it contains an account of all my secret practices in trading. (A side.) How cams you by it? Lady L. Sir Harry here dusted it out of your pocket, at my house yesterday: it contains an ac count of some secret practices in your merchan dizing. First return all my writings, then I shall consider whether I shall have your proceedings laid before the parliament or not, whose justice will never suffer your smuggling to go unpunished. Ald. S. Oh! my poor ship and cargo. Clin. sen. Harkye! master, you had as good come along with me to the jubilee now. Angel. Come, Mr. Alderman, for once let woman advise: would you be thought an honest man, banish covetousness, that worst goût of age avarice is a poor pilfering quality of the soul, and Would you be thought a reformer of the times, be will as certainly cheat, as a thief would steal.less severe in your censures, less rigid in your precepts, and more strict in your example. Sir H. Right; virtue flows freer from imitation than compulsion. In vain are musty morals taught in schools, Charming women can true converts make, [Exeunt. A TRAGEDY, IN FIVE ACTS.-BY PHILIP MASSINGER. Act V-Scene 2. Ring out of tune, as if the streets were burning, And he cry, ""Tis rare music!" bid him sleep; 'Tis a sa sign he has ta'en his liquor and if you meet An officer preaching of sobriety, Unless he read it in Geneva spirit, Lay him by the heels. Julio. But think you 'tis a fault To be found sober? Grac. It is capital treason; Or, if you mitigate it, let such pay Forty crowns to the poor; but give a pension To all the magistrates you find singing catches, Or their wives dancing; for the courtiers reeling, And the duke himself, I dare not say distemper'd, But kind, and in his tottering chair carousing, They do the country service. And so, dear friends, co-partners in my travails, Drink hard; and let the health run through the city, Until it reel again, and with me cry, "Long live the dutchess!" Enter TIBERIO and STEPHANO. Julio. Here are two lords; what think you? Shall we give the oath to them? Grac. Fie! no; I know them: You need not swear them: your lord, by his patent, Stands bound to take his rouse. Long live the dutchess! [Exeunt Graccho, Julio, and Giovanni. Steph. The cause of this? But yesterday, the court Wore the sad livery of distrust and fear; Tib. Stephano, I know, as you are noble, you are honest, Affrights, and horrors, which his fortune, guided Steph. I know no such hazard: His guards are strong and sure; and, though war rages In most parts of our western world, there is No enemy near us. Tib. Dangers that we see To threaten ruin, are with ease prevented; The emperor Charles and Francis, the French king, Have interested, in either's cause, the most Steph. 'Tis true; And 'twas a doubtful choice. Tib. But he, well knowing And hating, too, it seems, the Spanish pride, Tib. But should it change, The duke's undone. They have drawn to the field Who hath the better cause; for the success Steph. But why, then, In such a time, when every knee should bend For the success and safety of his person, Are these loud triumphs? in my weak opinion, They are unseasonable. Tib. I judge so, too; But only in the cause to be excus'd. It is the dutchess' birth-day, once a-year Steph. She knows it, Tib. She bears herself with such a majesty, That Sforza's mother, that would lose no part Of what was once her own, nor his fair sister, Will brook it well. Come, let us to the court; We there shall see all bravery and cost Steph. I'll bear you company. [Exeunt. And, as a sister, you may challenge from him Not use her like herself? Mari. Others are as fair; Fran. I detract from none In giving her what's due. Were she deform'd, Yet, being the dutchess, I stand bound to serve her; But as she is, to admire her. Never wife Mari. I shall do What may become the sister of a prince; But will not stoop beneath it. Fran. Yet, be wise; Soar not too high, to fall; but stoop, to rise. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-A state Room in the same. A magnificent banquet. Flourish. Enter TIBERIO, STEPHANO, FRANCISCO, LUDOVICO SFORZA, MARCELIA, ISABELLA, MARIANA, and Attendants. Sfor. You are the mistress of the feast; sit here. Oh! my soul's comfort, My happiness, and mighty kings look pale Fran. Your excellency, Though I confess you give her but her own, Sfor. It need not, my Marcelia; When most I strive to praise thee, I appear That, but to speak the least part to the height, Isa. You still court her As if she were a mistress, not your wife. My pride, my glory, in a word, my all! Sfor. 'Tis believ'd Believ'd, my blest one. Mari. How she winds herself Into his soul! (Aside.) Fran. How his hand shakes, As he receives it! Mari. This is some allay To his hot passion. [Exit. (Aside.) (Aside.) Sfor. Though it bring death, I'll read it. (Reads.) May it please your excellency to understand, that the very hour I wrote this, I heard a bold de-fiance delivered by a herald from the emperor, which was cheerfully received by the king of France. The battles being ready to join, and the van guard committed to my charge, enforces me to end abruptly. Your highness's humble servant, GASPERO.' Ready to join! By this, then, I am nothing, Or my estate secure. 迎 ter Marc. My lord! Sfor. To doubt, Is worse than to have lost; and to despair, Is but to antedate those miseries That must fall on us. The cause consider'd, (Åside.) Why should I fear? The French are bold and strong, Their numbers full, and in their councils wise; In his attempts, married to victory. Ay, there it is that shakes me. Marc. Speak to him, Francisco. Fran. Excellent lady, One gale of your sweet breath will easily (Aside.) (Apart.) Disperse these clouds; and, but yourself, there's Sfor. Ha! pardon me, Marcelia, I am troubled; And stand uncertain, whether I am master Of aught that's worth the owning. Marc. I am your's, sir; And I have heard you swear, I being safe, There were no loss could move you. This day, sir, Sfor. Out of my sight! (Throws away the letter.) And all thoughts that may strangle mirth, forsake me. Fall what can fall, I dare the worst of fate : Though the foundation of the earth should shrink, The glorious eye of heaven lose his splendour, Supported thus, I'll stand upon the ruins, And seek for new life here. Why are you sad? Come, make me happy once again. I am rapt- Another post! hang him I will not interrupt my present pleasures, Who knows but he brings news we wish to hear, Sfor. As wise as fair! I cannot be so greedy of a sorrow, I will sustain my part. Why look you pale? May flow from me, not danger. It is for thee I fear; for thee, thy Sforza soner To so proud enemies. Marc. Then you have just cause To shew you are a man. Sfor. All this were nothing; Though I add to it, that I am assured, For giving aid to this unfortunate king, The emperor, incens'd, lays his command On his victorious army, flesh'd with spoil, And bold of conquest, to march up against me, And seize on my estates: suppose that done, too, The city ta'en, the kennels running blood, Myself bound fast in chains, to grace their triumph, I would be Sforza still. But when I think That my Marcelia, (to whom all these Are but as atoms to the greatest hill,) Must suffer in my cause, and for me suffer! All earthly torments, nay, even those the damn'd Howl for in hell, are gentle strokes, compar'd To what I feel, Marcelia. Marc. Good sir, have patience: I can as well partake your adverse fortune, Sfor. But should that will To be so-forced, Marcelia; and I live press Upon your privacies. Your constant friend, Hath business that concerns your life and fortunes, Sfor. Wait on him hither. [Exit Francisco. And, dearest, to thy closet. Let thy prayers Assist my councils. Marc. To spare imprecations Against myself, witnout you I am nothing. [Exit. "Sfor. The marquis of Pescara! a great soldier; And though he serv'd upon the adverse party, Ever my constant friend. Re-enter FRANCISCO, with PESCARA. Fran. Yonder he walks, Full of sad thoughts. (Apart.) Pes. Blame him not, good Francisco, He hath much cause to grieve; would I might end so, And not add this to fear! Sfor. My dear Pescara ; (Apart.) A miracle in these times! a friend, and happy, Cleaves to a fallen fortune! Pes. If it were As well in my weak power, in act, to raise it, Of those you favour'd. But my haste forbids Sfor. You are all goodness; And I give up myself to be dispos'd of, Pes. Thus, then, sir; To hope you can hold out against the emperor, Sfor. I understand you; And I will put your counsel into act, And speedily. I only will take order For some domestical affairs, that do Concern me nearly, and with the next sun Ride with you in the meantime, my best friend, : Pray take your rest. Pes. Indeed, I have travell'd hard; And will embrace your counsel. [ACT I. Sfor. With all care And if the loss of my poor life could be Sfor. I think so; For I have ever found you true and thankful, And in my dukedom made you next myself: Fran. Sir, I am your creature; Sfor. Thus, then, Francisco : I now am to deliver to your trust Fran. These preparations, sir, to work Or to one unacquainted with your bounties, Sfor. But you must swear it; To fall upon't like thunder. Fran. Minister The oath in any way or form you please, I stand resolv'd to take it. Sfor. Thou must do, then, "Strike What no malevolent star will dare to look on, come near us. Art thou not shaken yet? Fran. I grant you move me : Sfor. I'll try your temper: To whose fair name and memory I pay gladly Sfor. Is she not the abstract Of all that's rare, or to be wish'd in woman? [Exit. But to the purpose, sir. |