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Say. I have; the gown will not be indued
Enter MELLEFONT. without perplexity.
Did Maskwell tell you any thing of the Mask. Meet me in half an hour, here, in your
chaplain's chamber? own chamber. When Cynthia comes, let there be no light; and do not speak, that she may not things are all in my chamber; I want nothing
| Mel. No: iny dear, will you get ready?—The distinguish you from Mellefont. I'll urge haste | but the habit. to excuse your silence.
Care. You are betrayed, and Maskwell is the Say. You have no more commands ?
villain I always thought him. Mask. None, your text is short
Cyn. When you were gone, he said his mind Say. But pithy, and I will handle it with dis
was changed, and bid me meet him in the chapcretion.
lain's room, pretending immediately to follow Mask. It will be the first you have so served.
you, and give you notice.
[Exeunt. Care. There's Saygrace tripping by, with a SCENE II.
| bundle under his arm-He cannot be ignorant Enter Lord Touchwood and MASKWELL.
that Maskwell means to use his chamber; let's
follow and examine him. Lord Touch. Sure I was born to be controuled Mel, 'Tis loss of time I cannot think him by those I should command : my very slaves will false.
Ereunt MEL. and CARE, shortly give me rules how I shall govern them.
Enter Lord Touchwood. Mask. I am concerned to see your lordship discomposed
| Cyn. My lord musing! Lord Touch. Have you seen my wife lately,
seen my wife lately. Lord Touch. He has a quick invention, if this or disobliged her?
were suddenly designed- Yet he says he had Mask. No, my lord- What can this mean? I prepared my chaplain already.
Cyn. How is this! Now I fear, indeed. Lord Touch. Then Mellefont has urged some
Lord Touch. Cynthia here! Alone, fair cousin, body to incense her- Something she has heard and melancholy? of you, which carries her beyond the bounds of | Cyn. Your lordship was thoughtful. patience.
Lord Touch. My thoughts were on serious buMask. This I feared. Aside.] Did not your siness, not worth your hearing. lordship tell her of the honours you designed | Cyn. Mine were on treachery concerning you, me?
and may be worth your bearing Lord Touch. Yes.
Lord Touch. Treachery concerning me! Pray, Mask. 'Tis that; you know my lady has a l be plain--Hark! What noise! high spirit; she thinks I am unworthy.
Mask. (Within.) Will you not hear me? Lord Touch. Unworthy ! 'Tis an ignorant pride Lady Touch. [Within.] No, monster! Trai. in her to think so— Honesty to me is true nobi- |
tor! No! lity. However, 'tis my will it shall be so, and Cyn. My lady and Maskwell! This may be that should be convincing to her as much as rea
lucky-My lord, let me entreat you to stand beson- By Heaven, I'll not be wife-ridden !
hind this screen, and listen; perhaps this chance Were it possible, it should be done this night. may give you proof of what you never could have
Mask. By Heaven! he meets my wishes. [ Aside.? I believed from my suspicions. Few things are impossible to willing minds.
Enter Lady Touchwood, with a dagger, and Lord Touch. Instruct me how this may be
MaskwELL: Cynthia and Lord TOUCIdone ; you shall see I want no inclination. Mask. I had laid a small design for to-morrow
WOOD abscond, listening. (as love will be inventing) which I thought to
Lady Touch. You want but leisure to invent communicate to your lordship- But it may be fresh falsehood, and sooth me to a fond belief as well done to-night.
of all your fictions; but I will stab the lie, that's Lord Touch. Here is company--Come this forining in your heart, and save a sin in pity to way, and tell me.
[Ereunt. your soul.
Musk. Strike then-since you will have it so. Enter CARELESS and CYNTHIA.
Lady Touch. Ha! a steady villain to the last ! Care. Is not that he, now gone out with my
Mask. Come, why do you dally with me thus? lord ?
Lady Touch. Thy stubborn temper shocks me, Cyn. Yes.
and you knew it would— This is cunning all, Care. By Heaven! there's treachery:--The and not courage; no, I know thee well- But confusion that I saw your father in, my lady thou shalt miss thy aim. Touchwood's passion, with what imperfectly Il Mask. Ha, ha, ha! overheard between my lord and her, confirm me Lady Touch. Ha! Do you mock my rage ? in my fears. Where's Mellefont?
Then this shall punish your fond, rash attempt ! Cyn. Here he comes.
[Goes to strike.
And such a smile as speaks in ambiguity! | your desires. His case is desperate, and, I beTen thousand meanings lurk in each corner of lieve, he will yield to any condition— If not, that various face.
here, take this; you may employ it better than 0! that they were written in thy heart,
in the heart of one who is nothing, when not That I, with this, might lay thee open to my sight! | yours.
(Gives the dagger. But then 'twill be too late to know
Lady Touch. Thou canst deceive every body--Thou hast, thou hast found the only way to turn Nay, thou hast deceived me; but it is as I would my rage; too well thou knowest my jealous soul wish- Trusty villain ! I could worship thee. could never bear uncertainty. Speak, then, and Mask. No more- It wants but a few mitell me- Yet are you silent? Oh, I am wilder-nutes of the time; and Mellefont's love will cared in all passions ! But thus iny anger melts- | ry him there before his hour. Weeps. Here, take this poniard, for my very Lady Touch. I go, I fly, incomparable Maskspirits faint, and I want strength to hold it; thou well!
Erit. hast disarmed my soul. [Gives the dagger. Mask. So! this was a pinch indeed; my inven
Lord Touch. Amazement shakes me--Where tion was upon the rack, and made discovery of will this end?
ber last plot : I hope Cynthia and my chaplain Mask. So, 'tis well — let your wild fury have will be ready. I will prepare for the expedition. a vent, and when you have temper, tell me.
[Erit. Lady Touch. Now, now, now I am calm, and can hear you.
Cynthia and Lord TOUCHWOOD come forward. Mask. (Aside] Thanks, my invention : and | Cyn. Now, my lord ! now I have it for you--First tell me, what Lord Touch. Astonishment binds up my rage! urged you to this violence? For your passion Villainy upon villainy! Heavens, what a long broke out in such imperfect terms, that yet I am track of dark deceit has this discovered! I am to learn the cause.
confounded when I look back, and want a clue to Lady Touch. My lord himself surprised me guide me through the various mazes of unbeard-of with the news, you were to marry Cynthia—That treachery. My wife! Damnation! My hell! you had owned your love to him, and his indul Cyn. My lord, have patience, and be sensible gence would assist you to attain your ends. how great our happiness is, that this discovery Cyn. How, my lord !
was not made too late. Lord Touch. Pray forbear all resentments for Lord Touch. I thank you, yet it may be still awhile, and let us hear the rest.
too late, it' we don't presently prevent the execuMask. I grant you, in appearance all is true; tion of their plots- Ha! I'll do it. Where is I seemned consenting to my lord; nay, transport- Mellefont, my poor injured nephew? How shall ed with the blessing - But could you think that I make him ample satisfaction 1, who had been happy in your loved embraces, | Cyn. I dare answer for him. could e'er be fond of inferior slavery?
Lord Touch. I do him fresh wrong to question Cyn. Nay, good my lord, forbear resentment, his forgiveness, for I know him to be all goodlet us hear it out.
ness— Yet my wife! Damn her !-She'll think Lord Touch. Yes, I will contain, though I could to meet him in that dressing-room—Was it not burst.
[ Aside. so? And Maskwell will expect you in the chap Mask. I, that had wantoned in the rich circle lain's chamber-For once I'll add my plot tooof your world of love, could be confined within let us hasten to find out, and inform my nephew; the puny province of a girl? No-Yet, though and do you, quickly as you can, bring all the comI dote on each last favour more than all the rest, pany into this gallery. I'll expose the strumpet though I would give a limb for every look you and the villain.
(Ereunt. cheaply throw away on any other object of your love; yet so far I prize your pleasures over my
SCENE II. own, that all this seeming plot that I have laid, has been to gratify your taste, and cheat the
Enter Lord Froth and Sir Paul. world, to prove a faithful rogue to you.
Lady Touch. If this were true- But how can Lord Froth. By Heavens! I have slept an age it be?
-Sir Paul, what o'clock is it? Past eight ! On Mask. I have so contrived, that Mellefont will my conscience, my lady's is the most inviting presently, in the chaplain's habit, wait for Cynthia couch, and a slumber there is the prettiest amusein your dressing-room: but I have put the changement ! But where is all the company? upon her, that she may be otherwhere employed. Sir Paul, The company! Gad's-bud, I don't Do you procure her night-gown, and, with your know, my lord; but here's the strangest revoluhood tied over your face, meet him in her stead; tion, all turned topsy-turvy, as I hope for Proviyou may go privately by the back-stairs, and, un-dence. perceived, there you may propose to reinstate Lord Froth. O Heavens! What's the matter? him in his uncle's favour, if he will comply with | Where is my wife?
Sir Paul. All turned topsy-turvy, as sure as a | Care. You need not fear, madam; you have
charins to fix inconstancy itself. Lord Froth. How do you mean? My wife ! Lady Ply. O dear, you make me blush. Sir Paul. The strangest posture of affairs ! Lord Froth. Come, my dear, shall we take Lord Froth. What ! my wife?
| leave of my lord and lady? Sir Paul. No, no, I mean the family. Your Cyn. They will wait upon your lordship prelady's affairs may be in a very good posture; I sently. saw her go into the garden with Mr Brisk.
Lady Froth. Mr Brisk, my coach shall set you Lord Froth. How? Where, when, what to do? | down.
Sir Paul. I suppose they have been laying their All. What's the matter? heads together.
[A great shriek from the corner of the stage. Lord Froth. How?
nos | Enter Lady TouchWood, and runs out affrightSir Paul. Nay, only about poetry, I suppose, En my lord; making couplets.
ed, my LORD after her, like a parson. Lord Froth. Couplets!
Lady Touch. Oh! I'm betrayed— Save me, Sir Paul. Oh, here they come.
| help me!
Lord Touch. Now, what evasion, strumpet? Enter Lady Froti and Brisk.
Lady Touch. Stand off, let me go Brisk. My lord, your humble servant; sir Lord Touch. Go, and thy own infamy pursue Paul, yours The finest night!
thee! You stare as you were all amazed—I Lady Froth. My dear, Mr Brisk and I have do not wonder at it- But too soon you'll know been star-gazing I don't know how long. mine, and that woman's shame. Sir Paul. Does it not tire your ladyship? Are
Enter MELLEFONT, disguised in a parson's habit, not you weary with looking up? Lady Froth. Oh, no! I love it violently
and pulling in MASKWELL. My dear, you are melancholy.
Mel. Nay, by Heaven ! you shall be seenLord Froth. No, my dear, I am but awake. Careless, your hand--Do you hold down your
Lady Froth. Snuff some of my spirit of harts head? Yes, I am your chaplain; look in the face horn.
of your injured friend, thou wonder of all falseLord Froth. I have some of my own, thank | hood. you, my dear.
Lord Touch. Are you silent, monster? Lady Froth. Well, I swear, Mr Brisk, you un Mel. Good Heavens! How I believed and loderstand astronomy like an old Egyptian
ved this man ! Take him hence, for he is a disBrisk. Not comparably to your ladyship; you ease to my sight. are the very Cynthia of the skies, and queen of Lord Touch, Secure that manifold villain. stars.
[Servants seize him. Lady Froth. That's because I have no light, Care: Miracle of ingratitude ! but what's by reflection from you, who are the
Brisk. This is all very surprising, let me perish. sun.
Lady Froth. You know I told you Saturn lookBrisk. Madam, you have eclipsed me quite, ed a little more angry than usual. let me perish I cannot answer that.,
| Lord Touch. We'll think of punishment at leiLady Froth. No matter- Harkee, shall you sure; but let me hasten to do justice, in rewardand I make an almanack together?
ing virtue and wronged innocence.- Nephew, Brisk. With all my soul_ Your ladyship has I hope I have your pardon, and Cynthia's ? made me the man in it already, I am so full of Mel. We are your lordship's creatures. the wounds which you have given.
Lord Touch. And be each other's comfort Lady Froth. O, finely taken! I swear now Let me join your hands- Mutual love, lasting you are even with me; O Parnassus, you have health, and circling joys, tread round each happy an infinite deal of wit !
year of your long lives. Sir Paul. So he has, Gads-bud; and so has your ladyship.
Let secret villainy from hence be warned,
Howe'er in private mischiefs are conceived, Enter Lady Plyant, CARELESS, and Cynthia.
Torture and shame attend their open birth : Lady Ply. You tell me most surprising things; Like vipers in the womb, base treachery lies bless me, who would ever trust a man? O, my Still gnawing that, whence first it did arise; heart aches for fear they should all be deceitful No sooner born, but the vile parent dies. alike.
Exeunt omnes THE
| Constable and Watch. CONSTANT, 1 HEARTFREE, I could gentlemen of the town.
WOMEN. Sir John Brute, a drunken debauchee.
LADY BRUTE. LORD Rake, companions to Sir John BRUTE.
BELINDA, attached to HEARTFREE. Col. Bully. companions to Sir John BRUTE.
LADY FANCYFUL. Razor, valet de chambre to Sir John BRUTE. MADEMOISELLE, a French waiting-woman, Justice of the peace.
| Cornet, servant to Lady FANCYFUL. Scene-London.
ACT I. SCENE I.—Sir John Brute's house. draw my sword, though even to get rid of my
wife! But here she comes. Enter Sir John, solus. What cloying meat is love, when matrimony's
Enter LADY BRUTE. the sauce to it! Two years marriage has de Lady Brute. Do you dine at home to-day, sir bauched my five senses ! Every thing I see, eve- John? ry thing I hear, every thing I feel, every thing I Sir John, Why, do you expect I should tell you smell, and every thing I taste-methinks has wife what I don't know myself? in it! No boy was ever so weary of his tutor, or Lady Brute. I thought there was no harm in girl of her bib, no nun of doing penance, or old asking you. maid of being chaste-as I am of being married. Sir John. If thinking wrong were an excuse for Sure there is a secret curse entailed upon the impertinence, women might be justified in most very name of wife! My lady is a young lady, a things they say or do fine lady, a witty lady, a virtuous lady—and yet Lady Brute. I am sorry I have said any thing I hate her. There is but one thing on earth I to displease you. loath beyond her—that's fighting. Would my Sir John. Sorrow for things past is of as little courage come up to a fourth part of my ill-na- importance to me, as my dining at home or ture, I would stand buff to her relations, and thrust | abroad ought to be to you. her out of doors. But marriage has sunk me Lady Brute. My enquiry was only that I might down to such an ebb of resolution, I dare not have provided what you liked.
Sir John Six to four you had been in the wrong there again; for what I liked yesterday I
Enter BELINDA. don't like to-day; and what I like to-day, 'tis odds I may not like to-morrow,
Good-morrow, dear cousin. Lady Brute. But if I had asked you what you Bel. Good-morrow, madam; you look pleased liked?
this morning. Sir John. Why, then, there would be more Lady Brute. I am so. asking about it than the thing is worth.
Bel. With what, pray? Lady Brute. I wish I did but know how I Lady Brute. With my husband. might please you.
Bel. Drown husbands! for yours is a provoSir John. Aye, but that sort of knowledge is king fellow : As he went out just now, I prayed not a wife's talent.
him to tell me what time of day it was; and he Lady Brute. Whatever my talent is, I am sure asked me if I took him for the church-clock, that my will has ever been to make you easy.
was obliged to tell all the parish. Sir John. If women were to have their wills, Lady Brute. He has been saying some good the world would be finely governed.
obliging things to me too. In short, Belinda, he Lady Brute. What reason have I given you to has used me so barbarously of late, that I could use me as you do of late? It once was other almost resolve to play the downright wife-and wise : You married me for love.
cuckold him. Sir John. And you me for money; So you have Bel. That would be downright indeed. your reward, and I have mine.
Lady Brute. Why, after all, there is more to Lady Brute. What is it, that disturbs you! be said for it than you would imagine, child. He Sir John. A parson.
is the first aggressor, not I. Lady Brute. Why, what has he done to you? Bel. Ah, but you know, we must return good Sir John. He has married me. [Erit Sir John. for evil.
Lady Brute. The devil's in the fellow, I think. Lady Brute. That may be a mistake in the I was told, before I married him, that thus translation, Prithee be of my opinion, Belinda; 'twould be : But I thought I had charms enough for I'm positive I'm in the right; and if you'll to govern him; and that, where there was an keep up the prerogative of a woman, you'll likeestate, a woman must needs be happy: So my wise be positive you are in the right, whenever vanity has deceived me, and my ambition has you do any thing you have a mind to. But I made me uneasy. But there's some comfort still; shall play the fool and jest on, till I make you if one would be revenged of him, these are good begin to think I'm in earnest. times; a woman may have a gallant, and a sepa-| Bel. I shall not take the liberty, madam, to rate maintenance too-+The surly puppy-yet he's think of any thing, that you desire to keep from a fool for't: For hitherto he has been no mon- | me. ster: But who knows how far he may provoke Lady Brute. Alas, my dear, I have no secrets. me? I never loved him, yet I have been ever true My heart could never vet confine my tongue. to him; and that, in spite of all the attacks of art Bel. Your eyes, you mean; for I'm sure I have and nature upon a poor weak woman's heart, in seen them gadding, when your tongue has been favour of a tempting lover. Methinks so noble locked up safe enough. a defence, as I have made, should be rewarded Lady Brute. My eyes gadding! Prithee after with a better usage-Or who can tell-Perhaps a whom, child ? : good part of what I suffer from my husband, may Bel. Why, after one, that thinks you hate him, be a judgment upon me for my cruelty to my lo- | as much as I know you love him. ver-Lord, with what pleasure could I indulge Lady Brute. Constant, you mean? that thought, were there but a possibility of find-/ Bel. I do so. ing arguments to make it good! And how do I Lady Brute. Lord, what should put such a know but there may-Let me see-What oppo- | thing into your head ? ses !—My matrimonial vow—Why, what did I Bel. That, which puts things into most people's vow? I think I promised to be true to my hus- heads; observation. band. Well; and he promised to be kind to me: Lady Brute. Why, what have you observed, in But he han't kept his word-Why, then I'm ab- the name of wonder? solved from mine. O, but that condition was Bel. I have observed you blush, when you met not expressed-No matter, it was understood. him; force yourself away from him; and then be Well, by all I see, if I argue the matter a little out of humour with every thing about you: In a longer with myself, I shall not find so many bug- word, never was a poor creature so spurred on by bears in the way, as I thought I should. Lord, desire, or so reined in with fear! what fine notions of virtue do we women take up | Lady Brute. How strong is fancy! upon the credit of old foolish philosophers ! Vir Bel. How weak is woman! tue its own reward, virtue's this, virtue's that- Lady Brute. Prithee, niece, have a better opi Virtue's an ass, and a gallant's worth forty on't, nion of your aunt's inclination;