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bonny forlunes snapped up there of late years upon honour, yean brother is ass gude till by some of the meelitary blades.

Rodolpha ass another. Mel. Very true, sir; but it is an observation Sir P. I'll ainswer, madam, for your grandamong soldiers, that there are some men who mother; noow, my lord, what say you? never meet with any thing in the service but Lord L. Nay, sir Pertinax, so the agreement blows and ill fortune -1 was one of those, stands, all is right again; come, child, let us even to a proverb.

be gone. Lookye, sir Pertinax, let me have Sir P. Ah! 'tis pity, sir; a great pity, noow, no more perplexity, or trouble about writings, that ye did na get a mogul, or some sic an lawyers, duns, debts, or daughter; only let me animal intill your clutches-Ah! I should like be at my ease, and rat me if I care one pinch till ha the strangling of a nabob—the rum- of snuff if her ladyship concorporates with the maging of his gold dust, bis jewel closet, and cham of Tartary. [Erit Lord Lumbercourt. aw his inagazines of bars and ingots; ha! ha! Sir P. Ass to ye, my lady. Macsycophant, I ha! gude traith, noow, sic an aw fellow would suppose ye concluded, before ye gave your be a bonny cheel to bring over till this toown, consent till this match, that there would be an and till exhibit him riding on an elephant; end of everything betwixt ye and me: ye upon honour a mon might raise a poll tax sball ha a jointure, but not a bawbee besides, by him that would gang near till pay the debts living or dead, shall ye, or any of your issue, of the nation!

Jever see of mine; so, madam, live wi yeer

Constantia, wi yeer son, and wi that -- that Enter EGERTON, CONSTANTIA, LADY Macsy-damn'd black sheep there. [Exit Sir Pertinar. COPHANT, and SIDNEY

| Lady R. Weel, cousin Egerton, in spile Eger. Sir, I promised to satisfy your fears o'the annbeetious frenzy o'your faither, and the concerning your daughter's virtue; and my thoughtless deesipation o'mine, don Cupid has best proof to you and all the world, that I at last carried his point in favour o'his devothink her not only chaste, but the most de-tees; but I mun noow take my leave with the serving of her sex, is, that I have made her fag-end of an awd north country wish, brought the partner of my heart, and the tender guar-fra the bospitable land of fair Strathbogie: dian of my earthly happiness for life! may mutual love and gude humour ever be Sir P. Hoow, married!

the guest of your hearts, the theme of your Eger. I know, sir, at present we shall meet tongues, and the blithsome phantom of aw your anger-but time, reflection, and our du- your tricksy dreams through ihe rugged road tiful conduct, we hope, will reconcile you to of this crooked, deceitful world; and may our our happiness.

faithers be an example to oorsels, that will Sir P. Naver, naver; and could I make ye, remind us to treat oor bairns 1), should heaven her, and aw your issue beggars I would move croon our endeavours, wi more lebeerality hell, heaven, and earth till effect it.

and affection, than that with which oor fathers Lord L. Why, sir Pertinax, this is a total have treated us. [Exit Lady Rodolpha, revolution, and will entirely ruin my affairs. | Eger. You seem melancholy, sir.

Sir P. My lord, wi the consent of your lord- Mel. These precarious turns of fortune, sir, ship and lady Rodolpha, I ha an expedient till will press upon the heart: for notwithstanding offer, that wull not ainly punish that rebel-my Constantia's happiness, and mine in hers, Jious villain, but answer every end that your I own I cannot help feeling some regret, that lordship and lady Rodolpha proposed by the my misfortunes should be the cause of any intended match wee him.

disagreement between a father and the man to Lord L. I doubt it much, sir Pertinax; I whom I am under the most endearing obligations. doubt it much; but what is it, sir? what is Eger. You, sir, have no share in his disayour expedient?

greement; for had not you been born, from Sir P. My lord, I ha another son, my son my father's nature, some other cause of his Sandy, he is a guid lad; and provided the resentment must bave happened; but for a lady and your lordship ha na objection till time, sir, at least, and I hope for life, afflicbim, every article of that rebel's intended mar- tion and angry' vicissitudes have taken their riage shall be amply fulfilled, upon lady Ro-Ileave of us all : if affluence can procure condolpha's union with my younger son, Sandy. tent and ease, they are within our reach. My

Lord L. Why, that is an expedient, indeed, fortune is ample, and shall be dedicated to sir Pertinax; but what say you, Rodolpha? the happiness of this domestic circle.

Lady R. Nay, nay, my lord, ass I bad na My scheme, though mock'd by knave, coreason till ha ihe least affection till my cousin

quette, and fool, Egerton, and ass my intended marriage wi To thinking minds must prove this golden him was entirely an act of obedience till my

rule: grandmother, provided my cousin Sandy wull In all pursuits-but chiefly in a wife, be ass agreeable till her ladyship, ass niy cou-! Not wealth, but morals, make the happy sin Chairles, here, would ha been-I have na


[Exeunt. the least objection till the change; ay, ay,! 1) Children.


Comedy by P. Massinger, Acted at the Phænix, Drury Lane 1633. This play is very deseryedly commended in two copies of verses by Sir Henry Moody and Sir Thomas Jay: it is one of the best of the old comedies. The plat is good and well conducted, the language dramatic and nervous, and the characters, particularly that of Sir Giles Overreach, are highly and judiciously drawn. It was revived at Drury Lane Theatre in the year 1968, and several times since : but whether from any fault in the performance, or want of taste in the audience, it did not meet with that saccess which might have been expected from its mcrit, and which some of its contemporaries, not possessed of mere, have since received on a revival. We are the more inclined to believe that the want of success must have arisea from the performers, as it was acted at Covent Garden, in 1781, in a manner that showed it was deserving of the utmost applanse. Mr. Henderson's perfance of Sir Giles Over-reach, in particular, could not be too much commended. Il y revived by Mr. Cooke, who, though he may have fallen short of his predecessor just mentioned, yet has sustained the part with credit, and he who has seen Kean in this character will not easily forget him.







ACT 1.

My quondam master, was a man of worship; SCENE I. - The Outside of a Village Ale-|Bore the whole sway of the shire; kept a good house.


Reliev'd the poor, and so forth; but he dying, Enter WELLBORN, TAPWELL, and FROTH. And the twelve hundred a year coming to you, Well. No liquor! nor no credit?

|Late master Francis, but now forlorn WellTap. None, sir;

bornNot the remainder of a single can,

Well. Slave, stop! or I shall lose myself. Left by a drunken porter; all night pallid too. Froth. Very hardly. Froth. Not the dropping of the tap for your You cannot be out of your way.

morning's draugbt, sir. | Tap. You were then a lord of acres, the "Tis verity, I assure you.

prime gallant, Well. Verity, you brach!

And I your under-butler: note the change now. The devil turn'd precisian? Rogue, what am I? You had a merry time of't. Hawks and hounds, Tap. Troth! durst I trust you with a look-With choice of running horses; mistresses, ing-glass,

And other such extravagancies; To let you see your trim shape, you would Which your uncle, sir Giles Overreach, obquit me,

serving, And take the name yourself.

Resolving not to lose so fair an opportunity, Well. How! dog?

On foolish mortgages, statutes, and bonds, Tap. Even so, sir. Advance your Plymouth For awhile supplied your lavishness, and then cloak;

left you, There dwells, and within call (if it please your Well. Some curate bas penn'd this insecworship),

tive, mongrel, A potent monarch callid the constable, And you have studied it. That does command a citadel call'd the stocks; Tap. I have not done yet. Such as with great dexterily will hale Your lands gone, and your credit not worth Your poor tatter'da

a token, Well, Rascal! slave!

You grew the common borrower; no man'scap' Froth. No rage, sir.

Your paper pellets, from the gentleman to the Tap. At his own peril! Do not put yourself

groom; In too much heat, there being no 'water near While I, honest 'Tim Tapwell, with a little To quench your thirst; and sure for other liquor,

slock, As mighty ale, or beer, they are things, I take it, Some forty pounds or so, bought a small cottage, You must no more remember; not in a dream, sir. And humbled myself to marriage with my Well. Why, thou untbankful villain, dar'st

Froth here. thou talk thus ?

Well. Hear me, ungrateful hell-hound! did Is not thy house, and all thou hast, my gift?

not I Tup. I find it not in chalk; and Timothy Make purses for you? then you lick'd my boots, . Tapwell

| And thought your holiday cloak too coarse to Does keep no other register.

clean 'em. Well. Am I not he

|'Twas I, that when I heard thee swear, if ever Whose riots fed and cloth'd thee? Wert Thou couldst arrive at forty pounds, thou thou not

wouldst Born on my father's land, and proud to be Live like an emperor: 'twas I that gave il, A drudge in his house?

In ready gold. Deny this, wretch! Tap. What I was, sir, it skills not;

Tap. I must, sir. What you are is apparent. Now for a farewell: For from the tavern to the tap-house, all,, Since you talk of father, in my hope it will On forfeiture of their license, stand bound, torment you,

Never to remember who their best guests were, I'll briefly tell your story. Your dead father, If they grow poor like you. old sir John,

Well. They are well rewarded

hat beggar themselves to make such rascals rich. There's such disparity in their conditions 'hou viper, thankless viper!

Between the goddess of my soul, the daughter, ut since you are grown forgetful I will help And the base churl her father. our memory, and beat thee into remembrance;

Well. Grant this true, lor leave one bone unbroken. [Beats him. As I believe it; canst thou ever bope Tap. Oh, oh, oh!

To enjoy a quiet bed with her, whose father Froth. Help! help!

Ruin'd thy state?

Allw. And yours too.

Well. I confess it, Allworth.
Allw. Hold, for my sake, hold!

I must tell you as a friend, and freely,
Jeny me, Frank? they are not worth your anger. That, where impossibilities are apparent,
Well. For once thou hast redeem'd them 'Tis indiscretion to nourish hopes.
from this sceptre:

Or canst thou think (if self-love blind thee not) [Shaking his Cudgel. That sir Giles Overreach (that to make her great fut let 'em vanish;

In swelling titles, without touch of conscience, or if they grumble, Prevoke my pardon. Will cut his neighbour's throat, and I hope Froth. "This comes of your prating, hus

bis own too). band; you presum'd

Will e'er consent to make her thine? Give o'er, In your ambling, wit, and must use your And think of some course suitable to thy rank, glib tongue,

And prosper in it. "hough yo'ı are beaten lame for't.

Allw, You have well advised me. Tap. Patience, Froth,

But, in the mean time, you that are so studious 'here's law to cure our bruises.

of my affairs, wholly neglect your own. [Tapwell and Froth go into the House. Remember yourself

, and in what plight you are. Well. Sent for to your mother?

Well. No matter, no matter. Allw. My lady, Frank, my patroness! my all! Allw. Yes, 'tis much material: be's such a mourner for iny father's death, You know my fortune and my means; yet ind, in her love to him, so favours me,

something "hat I cannot pay too much observance to her. I can spare from myself, to help your wants. bere are few such stepdames.

Well. How's this? Well. 'Tis a noble widow,

Allw. Nay, be not angry. ind keeps her reputation pure, and clear Well. Money from thee? from the least taint of infamy; her life, From a boy, a stipendiary? one that lives Vith the splendour of her actions, leaves no At the devotion of a stepmother, tongue

And the uncertain favour of a lord? to envy or detraction. Pr’ythee tell me, I'll eat my arms first. Howsoe'er blind fortune Ias she no suitors?

Hath spent the utmost of ber malice on me; Allw. Even the best of the sbire, Frank, Though I am vomited out of an alehouse, ly lord excepted: such as sue and send, And ibus accoutred; know not where to eat, Ind send and sue again; but to no purpose. Or drink, or sleep, but underneath this canopy; let she's so far from sullenness and pride, Although I thank thee, I despise thy offer. That I dare undertake you shall meet from her And as I, in my madness, broke my state liberal entertainment.

Without th' assistance of another's brain, Well. doubt it not.

In my right wits I'll piece it; at the worst, Sow, Allworth, better come and mark my Die thus, and be forgotten.

counsel. I am bound to give it; Allw. Á strange humour! [Exeunt severally. Chy father was my friend; and that alfection bore to him, in right descends to thee:

SCENE II.-- A Chamber in LADY Allworth's Chou art a bandsome and a hopeful youth;

House, Nor will I have the least affront stick on thee, Enter ORDER, AMBLE, and FURNACE. f I with any danger can prevent it.

Order. Set all things right, or, as my name Allw. I thank your noble care; but, pray

is Order,

Whoever misses in his function, Do I run the hazard?

For one whole week makes forfeiture of his Well. Art thou not in love?

breakfast, Put it not off with wonder.

And privilege in the wine-cellar. Allw. In love, at my years?

Amble. You are merry, Well. You think you walk in clouds, but Good master steward. are transparent.

Fur. Let him; I'll be angry. bave heard all, and the choice that you Amble. Why, fellow Furnace, 'tis not twelve

have made; Ind, with my finger, can point out the north star, Nor diner taking up; then 'tis allow'd, ly which the loadstone of your folly's guided. Cooks, by their places, may be choleric. Ind to confirm this true, what think you of

Fur. You think you have spoke wisely, good 'air Margaret, the only child and heir

man Amble, Df cormorant Overreach? Dost blush and start, My lady's go-before. To bear her only nam'd ? Blush at your want Order. Nay, nay, no wrangling. f wit and reason.

Fur. Twii me with the authority of the Allw. Howe'er you have discover'd my intents,

kitchen? lou know my aims are lawful; and if ever At all hours, and at all places, I'll be angry; "he queen of flowers, the glory of the spring, And, thus provok’d, when I am at my prayers prung from an envious briar, 'I may infer," I will be angry.

you, in what

o'clock yet,

Amble. There was no hurt meant. Inscription, vicious or honourable. Fur. I am friends with thee, and yet I will I will not force your will, but leave you free be angry.

To your own election. Order. With whom

Allw. Any form you please Fur. No matter whom: yel, now I think on't, I will put on: but, might I make my choice, I'm angry with my lady.

With humble emulation, I would follow Amble. Heaven forbid, map.

The path my lord marks to me. Order. What cause bas sbe given thee? Lady A. 'Tis well answer'd,

Fur. Cause enough, master s'eward : And I commend your spirit. You had a father I was entertain'd by her to please her palate, (Bless'd be his memory), that some few hours Ard, till she forswore eating, I perform'd it. Before the will of heaven took him from me, Now since our master, noble Allworth, died, Did commend you, by the dearest ties Though I crack my brains to find out tempt- of perfect love between us, to my charge: ing sauces,

And therefore what I speak you are bound When I am three parts roasted,

to hear, And the fourth pari parboild, to prepare her with such respect, as if he liv’d in me. viands,

Allw. I have found you, She keeps her chamber, dines with a panada, Most honour'd madam, the best mother to me; Or water gruel; iny skill ne'er thoughi on. And with my utmost strength of care and service, Order. But your art is seen in the dining- Will labour that you never may repent room.

Your bounties shower'd upon me. Fur. By whom?

Lady A. I much hope it. By such as pretend to love her, but come These were your father's words: "Ife'er my son To feed upon her. Yet, of all ibe harpies Follow the war, tell him it is a school That do devour her, I am out of charity Where all the principles tending to honour With none so much as the thin-gutted squire, Are taught, if truly follow'd; but for such Tbat's stolen into commission.

As repair thither, as a place in which Order. Justice Greedy?

They do presume they may with license practise Fur. The same, the same. Meat's cast away Their lawless riots, they shall never merit upon him;

The noble name of soldiers. Il never thrives. He bolds this paradox, To obey their leaders, and shun mulinies; “Who eats not well, can ne'er do justice well." "To dare boldly His stomach's as insaliate as the grave. In a fair cause, and for the country's safety

Knocking. To run upon the cannon's mouth undaunted, Amble. One knocks.

To bear with patience the winter's cold,

And summer's scorching heat,

Are the essential parts make up a soldier; Order. Our late young masler.

Not swearing, dice, or drinking. Amble. Welcome, sir.

Allw. There's no syllable Fur. Your band.

You speak, but it is io me an oracle; If you have a stomach, a cold bake-meat's ready. Which but to doubt were impious. Order. His father's picture in little.

Lady A. To conclude: Fur. We are all your servants.

Beware ill company; for often men Alla. At once, my thanks to all:

Are like to those with whom they do corserse This is yet some comfort. Is my lady stirring? And from one man I warn you, and that's


Not 'cause he's poor-that rather claims your Order. Her presence answers for us.

pity; Lady A. Sort those silks well.

But that he's in bis manners so debauch'd, I'll take the air alone.

And hath to vicious courses sold himself

. And, as ! gave directions, if this morning 'Tis true your father lov'd him, while be wa I am visited by any, entertain 'em

Worthy ihe loving; but if he had liv'd As heretofore; but say, in my excuse, To have seen him as he is, he had cast bim of I am indispos'd.

As you must do. Order. I shall, madam.

Ållo. I shall obey in all things. Lady A. Do, and leave me.

Lady A. Follow me to my chamber; sou (Excunt Order, Amble, and Furnace.

shall have gold Nay, stay you, Allworth.

To furnish you like my son, and still supply? How is it with your noble master?

As I hear from you. Allw. Ever like himself;

Allw. I am still bound to you. [E.ceuth No scruple lessend in the fall weight of honour. He did command me (pardon my presumption), Scene III. A Hall in LADY ALLWORTA'S As his unworthy deputy, to kiss

House. Your ladysbip's fair bands.

Enter Sir Giles OVERREACH, JUSTICE GREEDT. Lady A. lam honour'd in

ORDDER, AMBLE, FURNACE, and MARRALL. His favour to me. Does be bold his purpose Just. G. Not to be seen? For the Low Countries?

Sir G. Still cloister'd up? Her reason, Allw. Constantly, good madam:

I hope, assures her, though she makes herself But be will in person first present bis service. Close pris’ner ever for ber husband's loss, Lady A. And how approve you of bis course?]'Twill not recover him, You are yet,

Order. Sir, it is her will; Like virgin parchment, capable of any Which we that are her servants ought to serve.



And not dispute. Howe'er, you are nobly Fur. Pr’ytbee vanish

Into some out-house, though it be the pig-sly;
And if you please to stay, that you may think so, My scullion shall come to thee.
There came not six days since from Hüll, a pipe
Of rich Canary; which shall spend itself

For my lady's honour.

Well. This is rare. Just. G. Is it of the right race?

Oh, here is Tom Allworth !-Tom!
Order. Yes, Mr. Greedy.

Allw. We must be strangers;
Amble. How his mouth' runs o'er! [ Apart. Nor would I have you seen here for a million.
Fur. I'll make it run and run. [Apari] Save

your good worship?

Well. Better and better. He contemns me too.
Just. G. Honest Mr. Cook, thy hand-again! Fur. Will you know your way?
: How I love thee!

Amble. Or shall we teach it you, .
Are the good dishes still in being? speak, boy. By the head and shoulders?
Fur. If you have a mind to feed, there is Well. No, I will not stir:
a chine

| Do you mark, I will not. Let me see the wretch Of beef well season'd.

Thai dares attempt to force me. Why, you Just. G. Good.

slaves, Fur. A pheasant larded.

Created only to make legs and cringe,
Just. G. That I might now give thanks fort! To carry in a dish and shift a trencher,
Fur. Besides, there came last night, from That have not souls only to hope a blessing

the forest of Sherwood, Beyond your master's leavings – who advanThe fattest stag I ever cook'd.

ces? who Just. G. A stag, man?

Shows me the way ?
Fur. A stag, sir; part of it is prepar'd for Order. Here comes my lady.

dinner, And bak'd in puff-paste.

Enter Lady AlLWORTH.
Just G. Puff-paste too, sir Giles!

Lady A. What noise is this?
A pond'rous chine of beef! a pheasant larded!! Well. Madam, my designs bear me to you.
And red deer too, sir Giles, and bak'd in puff Lady A. To me?"

Well. And though I have met with
All business set aside, let us give thanks here. But ragged entertainment from your grooms

Sir G. You know we cannot.
Mar. Your worships are lo sit on a com- I bope from you to receive that noble usage,

As may become the true friend of your hus-
And if you fail to come, you lose the cause.

Just. G. Cause me no causes: I'll prove't, And then I shall forget these.
for such a dinner,

Lady A. I am amaz'd,
We may put off a commission; you shall find it To see and hear this rudeness. Dar'st thou
Henrici decimo quarto.

think, Sir G. Fie, Mr. Greedy,

Though sworn, that it can ever find belief, Will you lose me a thousand pounds for a That I, who to the best men of this country dinner?

Denied my presence since my husband's deaih,
No more, for shame! We must forget the belly, Can fall so low as to change words with thee?
When we think of profit.

| Well. Scorn me not, good lady;
Just. G. Well, you shall overrule me. But as in form you are angelical,
I could ev'n cry now. Do you hear, master Cook? Imitate the heavenly natures, aud vouchsafe
Send but a corner of that immortal pasty, At least awhile to hear me. You will grant
And I in thankfulness will, by your boy, The blood that runs in this arm is as noble
Send you a brace of threepencés.

As that which fills your veins. Your swelling
Fur. Will you be so prodigal ?

Sir G. Remember me to your lady. Equipage, and fortune; your men's observance,

And women's flattery, are in you no virtues;
Enter WellBORN.

Nor these rags, with my poverty, in me vices.
Who hare we here?

You have a fair fame, and I know deserve it;
Well. You know me.

Yet, lady, I must say, in nothing more
Sir G. I did once, but now I will not; Than in the pious sorrow you have shown
Thou art no blood of mine. Avaunt, thou beggar! For your late noble husband.
If erer thou presume to own me more,

Order. There he touch'd her. Aside.
I'll have thee cag'd and whipp'd.

Well. That husband, madam, was once in Just. G. I'll grant thc warrant.

his fortune Think of pie-corner, Furnace.

Almost as low as I. Want, debts, and quarrels,
Exeunt Sir Giles* Overreach, Justice Lay heavy on him: let it not be thought
Greedy, and Marrall.

A boast in me, though I say I reliev'd him.
Amble. Will you out, sir?

'Twas I that gave him fashion; mine the sword I wonder how you durst creep in.

That did on all occasions second his;

[To Wellborn. I brought him on and off with honour, lady: Order. This is rudeness,

And when in all men's judgments he was sunk, And saucy impudence.

And in his own hopes nož to be buoy'd up;
Amble. Cannot you stay

I stepp'd unto him, took bim by the hand,
To be sery'd among your fellows from the basket, And brought him to the shore.
But you must press into the hall?

i Fur. Are not we base rogues

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