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favour to bring some of your friends along with ye.

Enter three Gentlemen. Dor. Sir, there are some of them coming; I only rid before, to beg you to give them a favour- Dor. Gentlemen, you are welcome to Pastyable reception.

hall; see that these gentlemen's horses are taken Mr Barn. Ay, why not? It is both for your

care of. honour and mine ; you shall be master.

1 Gen. A very fine dwelling this. Dor. Sir, we have now an opportunity of ma- Dor. Yes, the house is tolerable. king all the gentlemen in the country our friends. 2 Gen. And a very fine lordship belongs to it.

Mr Barn. I am glad on't with all my heart; Dor. The land is good. pray, how so?

2 Gen. The house ought to have been inine; Dor. There's an old quarrel to be made up for my grandfather sold it to his father, from between two families, and all the company are


your father purchased it. to meet at our house.

Dor. Yes, the house has gone through a great Mr Barn. Ay, with all my heart; but, pray, many hands. what is the quarrel?

1 Gen. A sign there has always been good Dor. O, sir, a very ancient quarrel; it hap-house-keeping in it. pened between their great grandfathers about a Dor. And I hope there ever will. duck.

Mr Barn. A quarrel of consequence, truly! Enter MR BARNARD, and GRIFFARD, dressed Dor. And 'twill be a great honour to us, if

like drawers. this should be accommodated at our house. Mr Barn. Without doubt.

Mr Barn. Gentlemen, do you call ? will you Dor. Dear sir, you astonish me with this please to see a ruoin, gentlemen ? some body goodness; how shall I express this obligation? I take off the gentlemens' boots there. was afraid, sir, you would not like it.

Dor. Father! Uncle! what is the meaning of Mr Burn. Why so ?

this? Dor. I thought, sir, you did not care for the Mr Barn. Here, shew a roum-or will you expence.

please to walk into the kitchen, first, gentlemen; Mr Barn. O, lord, I am the most altered man and see what you like for dinner? in the world from what I was; I am quite ano- 1 Gen. Make no preparations, sir; your own ther thing, mun; but how many are there of dinner is sufficient. them?

Mr Barn. Very well, I understand ye; let us Dor. Not above yine or ten of a side, sir. see, how many are there of ye? [Tells them.)

Mr Barn. O, we shall dispose of them easily One, two, three, four: well, gentlemen, 'tis but enough.

half a crown-piece for yourselves, and sixpence a Dor. Some of them will be here presently; head for your servants; your dinner shall be the rest I don't expect till to-inorrow morning. ready in half an hour; here, shew the gentlemen

Mr Barn. I hope they are good companions, into the Apollo. joliy fellows, that love to eat and drink well? 2 Gen. What, sir, does your father keep an

Dor. The merriest, best-natured, creatures in inn? the world, sir.

Mr Barn. The Sword Royal; at your service, Mr Burn. l'oı very glad on't, for 'tis such men sir. I want. Come, brother, you and I will go and Dor. But, father, let me speak to you; would prepare for their reception.

you disgrace me? [Ereunt Mr Barnard and his brother. Mr Burn. My wine is very good, gentleinen; Dor. Bless me, what an alteration is here!) but, to be very plain with ye, it is dear. How my father's temper is changed within these Dor. I shall run distracted. two or three days! Do you know the meaning Mr Barn. You seein not to like my house, of it?

gentleinen; you may try all the inns in the counCo!. Why the meaning of it is—ha, ha! ty, and not be better entertained: but I own my

Dor. Can you tell me the cause of this sudden bills run high. change, I say?

Dor. Gentlemen, let me beg the favour of ye ! Col. Why the cause of it is—ha, ha!

1 Gen. Ay, my young squire of the Sword-RoyDor. What do you laugh at, sirrah? do you al, you shall receive some favours from us ! know?

Dor. Dear Monsieur le Garantiere! Col. Ha! Because the old gentleman is a 1 Gen. Here, my horse there. droll, that's all.

Dor. Monsieur la Rose! Dor. Sirrah, if I take the cudgel

2 Gen. Dann ve, ye prig! Col. Nay, sir, don't be angry, for a little harm- 3 Gen. Go to the devil! less mirthBut here are your friends.

(Ereunt Gentlemen:


Dor. O, I am disgraced for ever!

Mrs Barn. You are nearer being so than you Mr Barn. Now, son, this will teach you how imagine; for there are some persons within, who to live.

have it in their power to punish you for your riDor. Your son? I deny the kindred; I'm the diculous folly. son of a whore, and I'll burn your house about your ears.


Enter Erastus, leading in MARIANNE. Mr Barn. Ha, ha

Mr Barn. How, sir, what means this? who Grif. The young gentleman is in a passion. sent you here? Mr Barn. They're all gone for all that, and Era. It was the luckiest star in


firmathe Sword-Royal's the best general in Christen- ment, that sent me here. dom.

Mr Barn. Then I doubt, at my birth, the pla

nets were but in a scurvy disposition. Enter Erastus's Servant talking with LISETTA.

Era. Killing one of the king's stags, that run Lis. What, that tall gentleman I saw in the hither for refuge, is enough to overturn a fortune garden with ye?

much better established than yours—However, Ser. The same; he's my master's uncle, and sir, if you will consent to give me your daughter, ranger of the king's forests—He intends to for her sake I will bear you harmless. leave my master all he has.

Mr Barn. No, sir; no man shall have my Mr Barn. Don't I know this scoundrel? What, daughter, that won't take my house, too. is his master here? What do you do here, ras

Era. Sir, I will take your house; pay you the cal?

full value of it, and you shall remain as much Ser. I was asking which must be my master's master of it as ever. chamber.

Mr Barn. No, sir; that won't do neither; Mr Barn, Where is your master?

you must be master yourself, and from this miSer. Above stairs with your wife and daugh- nute begin to do the honours of it in your own ter; and I want to know where he is to lie, that person. I may put up his things.

Era. Sir, I readily consent. Mr Barn. Do you so, rascal?

Mr Barn. Upon that condition, and in order Ser. A very handsome inn this ! -Here, to get rid of my house, here take my daughterdrawer, fetch me a pint of wine.

And, now, sir, if you think you've a hard bargain, Mr Barn. Take that, rascal, do you banter I don't care if I toss you in my wife, to make us?

(Kicks him out. you amends. Enter Mrs BARNARD.

Well, then, since all things thus are fairly sped, Mrs Barn. What is the meaning of this, hus- My son in anger, and my daughter wed; band? Are not you ashamed to turn your house My house disposed of, the sole cause of into an inn? And is this a dress for my spouse, strife, and a inan of your character?

I now may hope to lead a happy life, Mr Barn. I would rather wear this dress than If I can part with my engaging wife. be ruined.

(Exeunt omnes

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SCENE I.-Rovewell's lodgings. come, a man of your gaiety and courage should

never take a disappointment so much to heart. ROBIN solus.

Rov. 'Sdeath! to be prevented, when I had

brought my design so near perfection! Rob. Well, though pimping is the most ho- Hear. Were you less open and daring in your nourable and profitable of all professions, it is attempts, you might hope to succeed—The old certainly the most dangerous and fatiguing; but gentleman, you know, is cautious to a degree; his of all fatigues, there's none like following a vir- daughter under a strict confinement: would you tuous mistress--There's not one letter I carry, use more of the fox than the lion, Fortune, perbut I run the risk of kicking, caneing, or pumping haps, night throw an opportunity in your waynay, often hanging_Let me see; I have com- But you must have patience. mitted three burglaries to get one letter to her- Rov. Who can have patience when danger is Now, if my master should not get the gipsey at so near? Read this letter, and then tell me what last, I have ventured my sweet person to a fair room there is for patience. purpose-But, Basta! here comes my master (HEARTY reads.] • Tomorrow will prevent all and his friend Mr Hearty“I must hasten and our vain struggles to get to each other-I am get our disguises.

then to be married to my eternal aversion! y you And if dame Fortune fails us now to win her, know the fop; 'tis Cuckoo, who, having a large Oh, all ye gods above! the devil's in her. [Erit. estate, is forced upon me—but my heart can be

none but Rovewell's. Immediately after the Enter ROVEWELL and HEARTY.

receipt of this, meet Betty at the old place ; Hear. Why so melancholy, captain? Come, there is yet one invention left; if you pursue it VOL. II.




6 be your

closely, you may perhaps release her, who would stomach, and no less a person than 'squire

• ARETHUSA.' Cuckoo. Roo. Yes, Arethusa, I will release thee, or die Are. You will not, surely, be so cruel as to in the attempt! Dear friend, excuse my rude- marry me to a man I cannot love? Bess; you know the reason.

Arg. Why, what sort of a man would you have,

Mrs Minx?

I'll face every danger
To rescue my dear,

Are. Genteel in personage,
For fear is a stranger,

Conduct, and equipage,
Where love is sincere.

Noble by heritage,
Repulses but fire us,

Generous and free:
Despair we despise,

Brave, not romàntic;
If beauty inspire us

Learned, not pedantic;
To pant for the prize.


Frolic, not frantic;

This must be he. Hear. Well, go thy way, and get her ; for

Honour maintaining, thou deserv'st her, o' my conscience-How have

Meanness disdaining, I been deceived in this boy! I find himn the very

Still entertaining, reverse of what his step-mother represented him;

Engaging and new. and am now sensible it was only her ill-usage that

Neat, but not finical; forced my child away–His not having seen me

Sage, but not cynical ; since he was five years old, renders me a perfect

Never tyrannical, stranger to him— Under that pretence I have got

But ever true. into his acquaintance, and find him all I wish If this plot of his fails, I believe my money must Arg. Why, is not Mr Cuckoo all this? Adod, buy him the girl at last.“

[Erit. he's a brisk young fellow, and a little feather-bed

doctrine will soon put the captain out of your SCENE II.- A chamber in Argus's house. head; and, to put you out of his power, you shall

be given over to the squire to-morrow. ARETIIUSA sola.

Are. Surely, sir, you will at least defer it one

day. AIR.

drg. No, nor one hour-To-morrow morning,

at eight of the clock precisely-In the mean time, Are. See! the radiant queen of night

take notice, the squire's sister is hourly expected; Sheds on all her kindly beams; so, pray do you be civil and sociable with her, and Gilds the plains with cheerful light, let me have none of your pouts and glouts, as

And sparkles in the silver streams. you tender my displeasure. [Erit ARGUS. Smiles adorn the face of Nature,

Are. To-morrow is short warning: but we may
Tasteless all things yet appear,

be too cunning for you yet, old gentleman.
Unto me a hopeless creature,
In the absence of my dear.

Enter BETTY.
Enter Argus.

O Betty! welcome a thousand times! what

news? have you seen the captain ? Arg. Pray, daughter, what lingo is that same Bet. Yes, madam; and if you were to see him you chant and sputter out at this rate?

in his new rigging, you'd split your sides with Are. English, sir.

laughing-Such a hoyden, such a piece of counArg. English, quotha! adod I took it to be try stuff, you never set your eyes on !-But the

petticoats are soon thrown off; and if good luck Are. 'Tis a hymn to the moon.

attends us, you may easily conjure Miss Malkin, Arg. A hymn to the moon! I'll have none of the squire's sister, into your own dear captain, your hymnus in my house-Give me the book, Are. But when will they come? housewife.

Bet. Instantly, madam; he only stays to settle Are. I hope, sir, there is no criine in reading a matters for our escape. He's in deep consultaharmless poem?

tion with his privy-counsellor Robin, who is to Arg. Give me the book, I say? poeins, with a attend him in the quality of a country putpox ! what are they good for, but to blow up the They'll both be here in a moment; so let's in, fire of love, and make young wenches wanton ?- and pack up the jewels, that we may be ready But I have taken care of you, mistress! for to- at once to leap into the saddle of liberty, and morrow you shall have a husband to stay your ride full speed to your desires.


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Are. Dear Betty, let's make haste; I think Rob. An' you get a word from her, 'tis more every moment an age till I'm free from this nor she has spoken to us these fourscore and se

ven long miles; but young mistress will prate AIR.

fast enough, an' you set her among your women When parents obstinate and cruel prove,

volk. And force us to a man we cannot love,

Arg. Say'st thou so, honest fellow? I'll send 'Tis fit we disappoint the sordid elves,

her to those that have tongue enough, I'll warAnd wisely get us husbands for ourselves.

rant you. Here, Betty ! Bet. There they are-in, in!

Enter Betty, [A knocking without.

Take this young lady to my daughter; 'tis squire ARGUS from above.

Cuckoo's sister; and, d’ye hear? make much of Arg. You're woundy hasty, methinks, to knock her, I charge you. at that rate—This is certainly some courtier come Bet. Yes, sir- -Please to follow me, mato borrow money; I know it by the saucy rap

dam. ping of the footman-Who's at the door?" Rove. Now, you rogue, for a lie an hour and a Rob. Tummos! [Without doors. { balf long, to keep the old fellow in

suspence. Arg. Tummos! Who's Tummos ? Who would

[Aside to Robin. Exit with Betty. you speak with, friend?

Rob. Well, master! don't you think


misRob. With young master's rather-in-law, that tress a dainty young woman? She's wonderfully mun be, master Hardguts.

bemired in our country for her shapes. Arg. And what's your business with master Arg. Oh, she's a fine creature, indeed! But, Hardguts ?

where's the squire, honest friend? Rob. Why, young mistress is come out of the Rob. Why, one cannot find a man out in this country to see brother's wife, that mun be, that's same Londonshire, there are so many taverns all.

and chockling housen; you may as well syek a Arg. Odso, the squire's sister! I'm sorry I needle in a hay fardel, as they say'n i' the counmade her wait so long.

(Exit hastily. try. I was at squire's lodging yonder, and there

was nobody but a prate-apace whoreson of a SCENE III.- A chamber.

foot-boy, and he told me maister was at a chock

ling house, and all the while the vixon did noArgus introducingRovewell in woman's clothes, thing but taunt and laugh at me: I'cod, I could followed by Robin as a clown.

have found in my heart to have gi’n him a good Arg. Save you, fair lady! you're welcome to whirrit in the chops. So, I went to one chocktown. [ROVEWELL curtseys.] A very modestling house, and i'other chockling-house, till I maiden, truly! How long have you been in was quite weary; and I could see nothing but a town?

many people supping hot suppings, and reading Rob. Why, an hour and a bit or so—we just your gazing papers : we had much ado to find put up horses at King's Arms yonder, and staid out your worship's house; the vixon boys set a crum to zee poor things feed, for your London us o' thick side, and that side, till we were alostlers give little enough to poor beasts; an' you most quite lost; an' it were not for an honest stond pot by 'em yourzell, and see 'em fed, as fellow that knowed your worship, and set us in soon as your back's turned, adod, they'll cheat the right way. you afore your face.

Arg. 'Tis pity they should use strangers so; Arg. Why, how now, Clodpate ? are you to but as to your young mistress, does she never speak before your mistress, and with your hat speak ? on, too? Is that your country-breeding?

Rob. Adod, sir, never to a mon; why, she Rob. Why, an' 'tis on, 'tis on, an' 'tis off, 'tis wo'not speak to her own father, she's so main off-wbat cares Tummos for your false-hearted bashful. London compliments ? An' you'd have an answer Arg. That's strange, indeed! But how does froin young mistress, you mun look to Tummos; my friend, sir Roger? he's well, I hope ? for she's so main bashful, she never speaks one Rob. Hearty still, sir-He has drunk down word but her prayers, and thos'n so softly that six fox-hunters sin last Lammas ! He holds his nobody can hear her.

old course still; twenty pipes a-day, a cup of Arg. I like her the better for that; silence is mum in the morning, a tankard of ale at noon, a heavenly virtue in a woman, but very rare to and three bottles of stingo at night. The same be found in this wicked place. Have you seen mon now he was thirty years ago; and young your brother, pretty lady, since you came to squire Yedward is just come from varsity; lawd, town? (Rovewell curtseys.] O, miraculous mo- he's mainly growd sin you saw him! he's a fine desty! would all women were thus! Can't you proper tall gentleman now; why he's near upon speak, madam? [RovEwelL curtseys again.] as tall as you or I, mun.


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