Stand. A mistress ne'er can pall! By all my wrongs he whores her, and I am made their property.— Vengeance-Vizard, you must carry a note for me to Sir Harry.

Viz. What, a challenge? I hope you don't design to fight.

Stand. What, wear the livery of my king, and pocket an affront? 'Twere an abuse to his Sacred Majesty a soldier's sword, Vizard, should start of itself to redress its master's wrong.

:

Viz. However, sir, I think it not proper for me to carry any such message between friends.

Stand. I have ne'er a servant here; what shall I do?

Viz. There's Tom Errand, the porter, that plies at the Blue Posts, one who knows Sir Harry and his haunts very well; you may send a note by him.

Stand. Here, you, friend.

Viz. I have now some business, and must take my leave; I would advise you, nevertheless, against this affair.

Stand. No whispering now, nor telling of friends, to prevent us. He that disappoints a man of an honourable revenge, may love him foolishly like a wife, but never value him as a friend.

Viz. Nay, the devil take him that parts you, say I.

Enter Porter, running.

Did your honour call porter?

[Exit.

Stand. Is your name Tom Errand ?”

Er. People call me so, an't like your worship.
Stand. D'ye know Sir Harry Wildair ?

Er. Ay, very well, sir; he's one of my best masters; many a round half-crown have I had of his worship; he's newly come home from France, sir.

Stand. Go to the next coffee-house, and wait for me. -Oh, woman, woman, how bless'd is man when favoured by your smiles, and how accurs'd when all those smiles are found but wanton baits to sooth us to destruction.

"Thus our chief joys with base allays are curs'd, "And our best things, when once corrupted, worst.

[Exeunt.

Enter WILDAIR, and CLINCHER senior following,

Clin. sen. Sir, sir, sir, having some business of importance to communicate to you, I would beg your attention to a trifling affair that I would impart to your understanding.

Wild. What is your trifling business of importance, pray, sweet sir?

Clin. sen. Pray, sir, are the roads deep between this and Paris.

Wild. Why that question, sir?

Clin. sen. Because I design to go to the Jubilee, sir. I understand that you are a traveller, sir; there is an air of travel in the tie of your cravat, sir; there is indeed, sir-I suppose, sir, you bought this lace in Flanders.

Wild. No, sir, this lace was made in Norway.

Clin. sen. Norway, sir?

Wild. Yes, sir, of the shavings of deal-boards.

Clin. sen. That's very strange now, faith-Lace made of the shavings of deal boards! 'Egad, sir, you travellers see very strange things abroad, very incredible things abroad, indeed. Well, I'll have a cravat of the very same lace before I come home.

Wild. But, sir, what preparations have you made for your journey?

Clin. sen. A case of pocket-pistols for the bravoes, and a swimming-girdle.

Wild. Why these, sir?

Clin. sen. Oh, lord, sir, I'll tell you—Suppose us in Rome, now; away goes I to some ball-for I'll be a mighty beau. Then, as I said, I go to some ball, or some bear-baiting-'tis all one, you know

then comes a fine Italian bona roba, and plucks me by the sleeve: Signior Angle, Signior AngleShe's a very fine lady, observe that-Signior Angle, says she-Signora, says I, and trips after her to the corner of a street, suppose it Russel-street, here, or any other street; then, you know, I must invite her to the tavern; I can do no less-There up comes her bravo; the Italian grows saucy, and I give him an English dowse o' the face: I can box, sir, box tightly; I was a 'prentice, sir—But then, sir, he whips out his stiletto, and I whips out my bull-dogslaps him through, trips down stairs, turns the corner of Russel-street again, and whips me into the Ambas.

sador's train, and there I'm safe as a beau behind the

scenes.

Wild. Is your pistol charg'd, sir?

Clin. sen. Only a brace of bullets, that's all, sir. Wild. 'Tis a very fine pistol, truly; pray let me see it.

Clin. sen. With all my heart, sir.

Wild. Hark'e, Mr. Jubilee, can you digest a brace of bullets?

Clin. sen. Oh, by no means in the world, sir.

Wild. I'll try the strength of your stomach, however. Sir, you're a dead man.

[Presenting the pistol to his breast. Clin. sen. Consider, dear sir, I am going to the Jubilee when I come home again, I am a dead man at your service.

Wild. Oh, very well, sir; but take heed you are not so choleric for the future.

Clin. sen. Choleric, sir! Oons, I design to shoot seven Italians in a week, sir.

Wild. Sir, you won't have provocation.

Clin. sen. Provocation, sir! Zauns, sir, I'll kill any man for treading upon my corns; and there will be a devilish throng of people there: they say that all the princes of Italy will be there.

Wild. And all the fops and fiddlers in EuropeBut the use of your swimming-girdle, pray, sir?

Clin. sen. Oh, lord, sir, that's easy. Suppose the ship cast away; now, whilst other foolish people are busy at their prayers, I whip on my swimming-gir

dle, clap a month's provision in my pocket, and sails me away, like an egg in a duck's belly-And hark'e, sir, I have a new project in my head: where d'ye think my swimming-girdle shall carry me upon this occasion? 'Tis a new project.

Wild. Where, sir?

Clin. sen. To Civita Vecchia, faith and troth, and so save the charges of my passage. Well, sir, you must pardon me now; I'm going to see my mistress.

[Exit.

Wild. This fellow's an accomplished ass before he goes abroad. Well, this Angelica has got into my heart, and I cann't get her out of my head. I must pay her t'other visit.

[Exit.

SCENE 11.

Lady DARLING's House. Enter ANGELICA.

"Ang. Unhappy state of woman! whose chief vir "tue is but ceremony, and our much boasted mo"desty but a slavish restraint. The strict confine"ment on our words, makes our thoughts ramble more; and what preserves our outward fame, destroys our inward quiet. 'Tis hard that love should "be denied the privilege of hatred; that scandal and "detraction should be so much indulged, yet sacred love and truth debarred our conversation."