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Brass. Yet I offer peace: one word without cover so valuable a thing as my necklace, yet I passion. The case stands thus, either I'm out of must be just to all the world—this necklace is not my wits, or you are out of yours. Now ’tis plain mine. I am not out of my wits, ergo

Brass

. Huzza!—Here,copstable, do your duty; Gripe. My bill, hangdog, or I'll strangle thee. Mr Justice, I demand my necklace, and satisfac

(They struggle. tion of him. Brass. Murder, murder !

Gripe. I'll die before I part with it ; I'll keep it,

and have him hanged. Enter CLARISSA, ARAMINTA, CORINNA, FLIP- Clar. But be a little calm, my dear! do, my PANTA, and MONEY-TRAP.

bird, and then thou'lt be able to judge rightly of Flip. What's the matter? What's the matter things. here?

Gripe. O good lack, O good lack ! Gripe. I'll matter him.

Clai. No, but don't give way to fury and inClar. Who makes thee cry out thus, poor terest both; either of 'em are passions strong Brass ?

enough to lead a wise man out of the way. The Brass. Why, your husband, madam, he's in his necklacé not being really mine, give it the man altitudes here.

again, and come drink a dish of tea. Gripe. Robber!

Brass. Ay, madam says right. Brass. Here, he has cheated me of a diamond Gripe. Oons, if you with your addle head don't necklace.

know your own jewels, I with my solid one do ; Cor. Who, papa ? Ah dear me !

and if I part with it, may famine be my portion. Clar. Pr’ythee what's the meaning of this great Clar. But don't swear and curse thyself at this emotion, my dear?

fearful rate ; don't, my dove: be temperate in Gripe. The meaning is that I'm quite out of your words, and just in all your actions, 'twill breath-this son of a whore has got your neck- bring a blessing upon you and your family. lace, that's all.

Gripe. Bring thunder and lightning upon me Clar. My necklace !

and my family, if I part with my necklace. Gripe. That birdlime there- -stole it.

Clar. Why, you'll have the lightning burn your Clar. Impossible!

house about your ears, my dear, if you go on in Brass. Madam, you see master's a little these practices. touched, that's all. Twenty ounces of blood let Mon. A most excellent woman this. (Aside. loose would set all right again. Gripe. Here, call a constable presently. Neigh

Enter Mrs AMLET. bour Money-trap, you'll commit him.

Gripe. I'll keep my, necklace. Brass. D'ye hear? D’ye hear? See how wild Bruss. Will you so? Then here comes one has he looks : how his eyes roll in his head : tie him a title to it, if I ha'n't ; let Dick bring himself off down, or he'll do some mischief or other. with her as he can. Mrs Amlet, you are come Gripe. Let me come at him.

in very good time; you lost a necklace t'other Clar. Hold-pr’ythee, my dear, reduce things day, and who do you think has got it? to a little temperance, and let us coolly into the Mrs Am. Marry, that I know not, I wish I did. secret of this disagreeable rupture.

Brass. Why then here's Mr Gripe has it, and Gripe. Well then, without passion : why, you swears 'tis his wife's. must know, (but I'll have him hanged,) you must Gripe. And so I do, sirrah.—Look here, mis. know that he came to Mr Clip, to Mr Clip the tress, do you pretend this is yours? dog did—with a necklace to sell; so Mr Clip ba- Mrs Am. Not for the round world I would not ving notice before that (can you deny this, sirrah?) say it; I only kept it to do madam a small cour. that you had lost yours, brings it to me. Look at tesy, that's all. it here, do you know it again? Ah, you traitor. Člar. Ah, Flippanta, all will out now! [TO BRASS.

(Aside to Flip. Brass. He makes me mad. Here's an appear- Gripe. Courtesy! what courtesy? ance of something now to the company, and yet Mrs Am. A little money only that madam had nothing in't in the bottom.

present need of; please to pay me that, and I

demand no more. Enter Constable.

Brass. So here's fresh game; I have started a Clar. Flippanta! (Aside to FLIPPANTA, shew- new hare, I find.

(Aside. ing the necklace.

Gripe. How forsooth, is this true? [T. CLAR. Flip. 'Tis it, faith ; here's some mystery in Clar. You are in a humour at present, love, to this; we must look about us.

believe any thing, so I won't take the pains to Clar. The safest way is point blank to disown contradict it the necklace.

Brass. This damned necklace will spoil all our Flip. Right; stick to that.

affairs; this is Dick's luck again. (Aside, Gripe. Well, madam, do you know your old Gripe. Are you not ashamed of these ways ? acquaintance, ho?

Do you see how you are exposed before your best Clar. Why, truly, my dear, though (as you friends here? Don't you blush at it? may all imagine) I should be very glad to re- Clar. I do blush, my dear, but 'tis for you, that

here it should appear to the world, you keep me I have so often told you of, with tears trickling so bare of money, I'm forced to pawn my jewels. down my old cheeks. Gripe. Impudent housewife!

Aram. The woman's mad, it can never be. (Raising his hand to strike her. Mrs Am. Speak, rogue, am I not thy mother, Clar. Softly, chicken; you might have prevent- ha ? Did I not bring thee forth? say then. ed all this, by giving me the two hundred and fifty Dick. What will you have me say? You had pounds you sent to Araminta e'en now.

a mind to ruin me, and you have done it; would Brass. You see, sir, I delivered your note- you do any more? How I have been abused to-day!

Clar. Then, sir, you are a son to good Mrs Gripe. I'm betrayed - Jades on both sides, I Amlet ? see that.

[Aside. Aran. And have had the assurance to put Mon. But, madam, madam, is this true that I upon us all this while? hear? Have you taken a present of two hundred Flip. And the confidence to think of marrying and fifty pounds ? Pray what were you to return Corinna? for these pounds, madam, ha?

Brass. And the impudence to hire me for your Aram. Nothing, my dear; I only took 'em to servant, who am as well born as yourself? reimburse you of about the same sum you sent to Clar. Indeed I think he should be corrected. Clarissa.

Aram. Indeed I think he deserves to be cudo Mon. Hum, hum, bum.

gelled. Gripe. How, gentlewoman, did you receive Flip. Indeed I think he might be pumpt. money from him

Brass. Indeed I think he will be banged. Clar. O, my dear, it was only in jest, I knew Mrs Am. Good lack-a-day, good lack-a-day! you'd give it again to his wife.

there's no need to be so smart upon him neither

; Mrs Am. But, amongst all this bustle, I don't if he is not a gentleman, he's a gentleman's felhear a word of my hundred pounds. Is it madam low. Come hicher, Dick, they sha’n't run thee will pay me, or master?

down neither : cock up thy hat, Dick, and tell Gripe. I pay ? the devil shall pay.

them, though Mrs Amlet is thy mother, she can Clar. Look you, my dear, malice apart, pay make thee amends, with ten thousand good Mrs Amlet her money, and I'll forgive you the pounds to buy thee some lands, and build thee a wrong you intended my bed with Araminta : am house in the midst on't. not I a good wife now?

Omnes. How ! Gripe. I burst with rage, and will get rid of Clur. Ten thousand pounds, Mrs Amlet? this noose, though I tuck myself up in another. Mrs Am. Yes forsooth, though I should lose Mon. Nay, pray, e'en tuck me up with you. the hundred you pawned your necklace for. Tell

(Exeunt Mon. and GRIPE. 'em of that, Dick. Clar, and Aram. B’y, dearies !

Cor. Look you, Flippanta, I can hold no longer, Enter Dick.

and I hate to see the young man abused. And

so, sir, if you please, I'm your friend and servant, Cor. Look, look, Flippanta, here's the colonel and what's mine is yours : and when our estates come at last.

are put together, I don't doubt but we shall do Dick. Ladies, I ask your pardon I have stayed as well as the best of 'em. so long, but

Dick. Sayest thou so, my little queen ? Why Mrs Am. Ah, rogue's face, have I got thee, old then, if dear mother will give us her blessing, the good-for-nought? Širrah, sirrah, do you think to parson shall give us a tack. We'll get her a score amuse me with your marriages and your great of grand-children, and a merry house we'll make fortunes ? Thou hast played me a rare prank, by her.

(They kneel to Mrs AMLET. my conscience: why, you ungracious rascal, Mrs Am. Ah-ha, ha, ha, ha, the pretty pair

, what do you think will be the end of all this? the pretty pair! Rise, my chickens, rise ; rise and Now heaven forgive me, but I have a great mind face the proudest of them. And if madam does to hang thee for't.

not deign to give her consent, a fig for her, Dick. Cor. She talks to him very familiarly, Flippanta. Why how now? Flip. So methinks, by my faith.

Clar. Pray, Mrs Amlet, don't be in a passion, Brass. Now the rogue's star is making an end the girl is my husband's girl, and if you can have of him.

(Aside. his consent," upon my word you shall have mine, Dick. What shall I do with her ? (Aside for any thing that belongs to him.

Mrs Am. Do but look at him, my dames, he Flip. Then all is peace again, but we have has the countenance of a cherubim, but he's a been more lucky than wise. rogue in his heart.

Aram. And I suppose for us, Clarissa, we are Clar. What is the meaning of all this, Mrs to go on with our dears as we used to do. Amlet?

Clur. Just in the same tract, for this late treaty Mrs Am. The meaning, good lack ! Why this of agreement with 'em was so unnatural

, you see all-to-be-powdered rascal' here is my son, an't it could not hold. But 'tis just as well with us please you; ha, graceless ? Now PII make you as if it had. Well

, 'tis a strange fate, good folks. own your mother, vermin.

But while you live, every thing gets well out of a Clar. What, the colonel your son ?

broil but a husband. Mrs Am. 'Tis Dick, madam, that rogue Dick

[Exeunt omnes. EPILOGUE.

SPOKEN BY MRS BARRY.

I've heard wise men in politics lay down Try each your man, you'll quickly find your slave What feats by little England might be done, I know they'll make campaigns, risk blood and Were all agreed, and all would act as one.

life, Ye wives a useful hint from this might take, But this is a more terrifying strife; The heavy, old, despotic kingdom shake, They'll stand a shot who'll tremble at a wife. And make your matrimonial monsieurs quake. Beat then your drums, and your shrill trumpets Our heads are feeble, and we're cramped by laws,

sound, Our hands are weak, and not too strong our Let all your visits of your feats resound, cause ;

And deeds of war in cups of tea go round. Yet would those heads and hands, such as they The stars are with you, fate is in your hand, are,

In twelve months time you've vanquished half In firm confederacy resolve on war,

the land ; You'd find your tyrants—what I've found my Be wise, and keep 'em under good command. dear.

This year will to your glory long be known, What only two united can produce,

And deathless ballads hand your triumphs down; You've seen to-night, a sample for your use : Your late achievements ever will remain, Single, we found we nothing could obtain ; For though you cannot boast of many slain, We joined our force and we subdued our men. Your prisoners shew, you've made a brave camBelieve me, my dear sex, they are not brave;

paign.

THE

MISTAKE.

BY

VANBURGH.

PROLOGUE.

WRITTEN BY MR STEELE.

SPOKEN BY MR BOOTH.

OUR author's wit and raillery to-night

Some hopes of your indulgence and applause. Perhaps might please, but that your stage delight for that great end, this edifice he made, No more is in your minds, but ears and sight. Where humble swain at lady's feet is laid; With audiences composed of belles and beaux, Where the pleased nymph her conquer'd lover The first dramatic rule is, have good clothes,

spies, To charm the gay spectator's gentle breast; Then to glass pillars turns her conscious eyes, In lace and feather, tragedy's express'd,

And points a-new each charm, for which he dies. And heroes die unpity'd, if ill-dress’d.

The muse, before nor terrible nor great, The other style you full as well advance; Enjoys by bim this awful gilded seat : If 'tis a comedy, you ask- -Who dance? By him, theatric angels mount more high, For, oh! what dire convulsions have of late And mimic thunders shake a broader sky. Torn and distracted each dramatic state,

Thus all must own, our author has done more On this great question, which house first should for your delight, than ever bard before. sell

His thoughts are still to raise your pleasures fill'd; The new French steps, imported by Ruelle ! To write, translate, to blazon, or to build. Desbarques cann't rise so high, we must agree, Then take him in the lump, nor nicely pry They've half a foot in height more wit than we. Into small faults, that 'scape a busy eye; But though the genius of our learned age But kindly, sirs, consider, he to-day Thinks fit to dance and sing, quite off the stage, Finds you the house, the actors, and the play: True action, comic mirth, and tragic rage; So, though we stage-mechanic rules omit, Yet, as your taste now stands, our author draws You must allow it in a wholesale wit.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

A Bravo.

MEN.
Don ALVAREZ, Father to Leonora.
Don FELIX, Father to Lorenzo.
Don CARLOS,
Don LORENZO,

in Lode with Leonora.
METAPHRASTUS, Tutor to Camillo.
SANCHO, Servant to Carlos.
LOPEZ, Seroant to Lorenzo.

}

WOMEN.
LEONORA, Daughter to Alvarez.
CAMILLO, supposed Son to Alvarez.
ISABELLA, her Friend.
JACINTA, Serdant to Leonora.

ACT 1.

SCENE I.-The Street.

dearly, I have good thoughts enough of my per

son never to doubt the truth on't. See here the Enter Carlos and SANCHO.

baggage comes. Car. I tell thee, I am satisfied; I'm in love enough to be suspicious of every body.

Enler JACINTA with a letter. Sun. And yet methinks, sir, you should leave Hist! Jacinta! my dear. me out.

Jac. Who's that, Blunderbuss ? Where's your Cur. It may be so; I cann't tell : But I'm not master ? at ease. If they don't make a knave, at least they San. Hard by.

[Shewing him. will make a fool of thee.

Jac. O, sir, I'm glad I have found you at last; Sun. I don't believe a word on’t: But good I believe I have travelled five miles after you, and faith, master, your love makes somewhat of you: could neither find you at home, nor in the walks, I don't know what 'tis; but methinks when you nor at church, or at the opera, norsuspect me, you don't seem a man of half those San. Nor any where else, where he was not to parts I used to take you for. Look in my face, be found : If you had looked for him where he 'tis round and comely, not one hollow line of a was, 'twas ten to one but you had met with him. villain in it: men of my fabric don't use to be Juc. I had, Jack-a-dandy! suspected for knaves ; and when you take us for Car. But, pr’ythee, what's the matter? Who fools, we never take you for wise men. For my sent you after me? part, in this present case, I take myself to be Jac. One who's never well but when she sees mighty deep. A stander-by, sir, sees more than you, I think ; 'twas my lady. a gamester. You are pleased to be jealous of Car. Dear Jacinta, I fain would flatter myself, your poor mistress without a cause; she uses you but am not able; the blessing's too great to be my but too well, in my humble opinion; she sees you, lot ; yet 'tis not well to trifle with me; how short and talks with you, till I'm quite tired on't some soe'er I am in other merit, the tenderness I have times; and your rival, that you are so scared about, for Leonora claims something from her generoforces a visit upon her, about once in a fortnight. sity. I should not be deluded.

Car. Alas! thou art ignorant in these affairs; Jac. And why do you think you are? Methinks he that's the civilest received, is often the least she's pretty well above board with you : What cared for : women appear warm to one, to hide a must be done more to satisfy you ? flame for another. Lorenzo, in short, appears too San. Why Lorenzo must hang himself, and composed of late to be a rejected lover, and the then we are content. indifference he shews upon the favours I seem to Juc. How ! Lorenzo ? receive from her, poisons the pleasure I else San. If less will do, he'll tell you. should taste in them, and keeps me upon a per- Juc. Why, you are not mad, sir, are you? Jeapetual rack. No-I would fain see some of his lous of him! Pray which way may this have got jealous transports, have him fire at the sight of into your head? I took you for a man of sense me, contradict me whenever I speak, affront me before. Is this your doings, log? [TO SANCHO. wherever he meets me, challenge me, fight me- San. No, forsooth, Pert, I'm not much given to San. -Run you through the guts.

suspicion, as you can tell, Mrs Forward If I Car. But he's too calm, his heart's too much at were, I might find more cause, I guess, than your ease, to leave me mine at rest.

mistress has given our master here. But I have San. But, sir, you forget that there are two so many pretty thoughts of my own person, husways for our hearts to get at ease; when our mis- sy, more than I have of yours, that I stand in tresses come to be very fond of us, or we—not to dread of no man. care a fig for them. Now, suppose, upon the re- Jac. That's the way to prosper, however ; so bukes you know he has had, it should chance to far I'll confess the truth to thee ; at least, if that be the latter.

don't do, nothing else will. Men are mighty simCar. Again thy ignorance appears ; alas! a lo- ple in love-matters, sir; when you suspect a wover who has broke his chain, will shun the tyrant man's falling off, you fall a-plaguing her to bring that enslaved him. Indifference never is his lot; her on again, attack her with reason and a sour he loves or hates for ever; and if his mistress face : ’udslife, sir, attack her with a fiddle, douproves another's prize, he cannot calmly see her ble your good-humour-give her a ball-- powder in his arms.

your periwig at her-let her cheat you at cards a San. For my part, master, I'm not so great a little, and I'll warrant all’s right again. But to philosopher as you be, nor (thank my stars) so come upon a poor woman with the gloomy face bitter a lover, but what I see that I generally of jealousy, before she gives the least occasion believe; and when Jacinta tells me she loves me for't, is to set a complaisant rival in too favour.

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