Mar. Was it not a rare trick,

(An't please your worship) to make the deed nothing? Wellb. I pray thee discover, what cunning Means you us'd to raze out the

Mar. Certain minerals I us'd,

Incorporated in the ink and wax.

conveyance.

Besides, he gave me nothing, but still fed me
With hopes and blows: and that was the inducement
To this conundrum.

If it please your worship

To call to memory, this mad beast once caus'd me To urge you to drown or hang yourself;

I'll do the like to him if you command me.

Wellb. You are a rascal. He that dares be false
To a master, though unjust, will ne'er be true
To any other. Look not for reward,

Or favour from me; I will shun thy sight,
As I would do a basilisk's.

Greedy. I'll commit him,

If you'll have me, sir.

Wellb. Not a word,

But instantly be gone.

[Exit MARALL.

Lov. Here is a precedent to teach wicked men; That when they leave religion, and turn atheists, Their own abilities leave them. Pray you take com

fort,

I will endeavour you shall be his guardians

In his distraction: and for your land, Mr. Wellborn, Be it good or ill in law, I'll be an umpire

Between you, and this the undoubted heir

Of Sir Giles Overreach: for me, here's the anchor That I must fix on.

[Takes LADY ALLWORTH'S Hand. Allw. What you shall determine,

My lord, I will allow of.

Wellb. It is a time of action; if your lordship
Will please to confer a company upon me
In your command, I doubt not, in my service,

To my king and country, but I shall do something
That may make me right again.

Lov. Your suit is granted,
And you lov'd for the motion.
Wellb. Nothing wants then

[To the Audience.

But your allowance-and, in that, our all

Is comprehended; it being known, nor we,
Nor even the comedy itself is free,
Without your manumission. That
Obtain'd,

Our utmost wish we hold, and from the store
Of ancient wit, produce one genius more;
While honest Massinger himself, to night
Shall teach our modern witlings how to write.

THE END.

THE

RIVAL QUEENS;

OR, THE DEATH OF

ALEXANDER THE GREAT;

A TRAGEDY,

IN FIVE ACTS;

BY NATHANIEL LEE.

AS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRES ROYAL,

DRURY LANE AND COVENT GARDEN.

PRINTED UNDER THE AUTHORITY OF THE MANAGERS

FROM THE PROMPT BOOK.

WITH REMARKS

BY MRS. INCHBALD.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES AND ORME,

PATERNOSTER ROW.