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Enter a Servant.

SCENE III.-Changes to the inside of the

house. Ser. Sir, here is Mr Tackum. Sir Jeal. Shew him into the parlour. Senhor

Enter Marplot and servant. tome vind sueipora ; cette momento les junta les Ser. Sir, please to stay here; I'll send my masmanos.

ter to you. [Gives her to CHARLES. Mar. So, this was a good contrivance. If this Cha. Oh, transport! Senhor, yo la recibo como be Charles now, he will wonder how I found him se deve un tesoro tan grande. Oh! my joy, my out. life, my soul !

[Embrace.

I Enter seroant and Sir JEALOUS. Isa. My faithful, everlasting comfort! . | Sir Jeal. What is your earnest business, block

Sir Jeal. Now, Mr Meanwell, let's to the par- head, that you must speak with me before the son,

ceremony's past? Ha! who's this?

Ser, Why, this gentleman, sir, wants another Who, by his art, will join this pair for life, gentleman in a Spanish habit, he says. Make me the happiest father, her the happiest Sir Jeal. In a Spanish babit ! 'tis some friend wife.

[Ereunt. of signior Don Diego's, I warrant, Sir, your ser

vant.

Mar. Your servant, sir. SCENE II.-Changes to the street before Sir Sir Jeal. I suppose you would speak with sagJEALOUS's door,

nior Babinetto.

Mar. Sir!
Enter MARPLOT.

Sir Jeal. I say, I suppose you would speak

with signior Babinetto. Mar. I have hunted all over the town for Mar. Hey day! What the devil does he say Charles, but cannot find him; and, by Whisper's now? Sir, I don't understand you. scouting at the end of the street, I suspect he | Sir Jeal. Don't you understand Spanish, sir? must be in the house again. I am informed, too, Mar. Not I, indeed, sir. that he has borrowed a Spanish' habit out of the Sir Jeal. I thought you had known signior Baplay-house : what can it mean?

binetto.

Mar, Not I, upon my word, sir. Enter a servant of Sir Jealous's to him, out of Sir Jeal. What then, you'd speak with his the house.

friend, the English merchant, Mr Meanwell?

Mar. Neither, sir, not I; I don't mean any Hark'e, sir, do you belong to this house? such thing. Ser. Yes, sir.

Sir Jeal. Why, who are you, then, sir? And Mar. Isn't your name Richard !

what do you want?

[In an angry tone. Ser. No, sir, Thomas.

Mar. Nay, nothing at all ; not I, sir. Pox on Mar. Oh, aye, Thomas- Well, Thomas, him! I wish I were out; he begins to exalt his there's a shilling for you.

voice; I shall be beaten again. Ser. Thank you, sir.

Sir Jeal. Nothing at all, sir! Why, then, what Mar. Pray, Thomas, can you tell if there be a business have you in my house? ha! gentleman in it in a Spanish habit?

| Ser. You said you wanted a gentleman in a Ser. There's a Spanish gentleman within, that | Spanish habit. is just a-going to marry my young lady, sir. Mar. Why, aye; but his name is neither Babi

Mar. Are you sure he is a Spanish gentle- netto nor Meanwell. man?

Sir Jeal. What is his name, then, sirrah? Ha! Ser. I'm sure he speaks no English that I hear Now I look at you again, I believe you are the of.

rogue that threatened me with half-a-dozen myrMar. Then that cannot be him I want; for midons 'tis an English gentleman that I inquire after; Mar. Me, sir! I never saw your face in all he may be dressed like a Spaniard, for aught I my life, before. know.

1 "Sir Jeal. Spcak, sir, who is it you look for? Ser. Ha! Who knows but this may be an im- or, or postor? I'll inform my master; for, if he should | Mar. A terrible old dog! Why, sir, only an be imposed upon, he'll beat us all round.- Aside.] honest young fellow of my acquaintance- I

-Pray, come in, sir, and see if this be the per- thought that here might be a ball, and that he son you inquire for.

might have been here in masquerade. Tis Mar, Aye, I'll follow you— Now for't. Charles, sir Francis Gripe's son, because I knew

[Exeunt. he used to come hither sometimes.

Sir Jeal. Did he so? not that I know of, I'm | Sir Jeal. No, you don't know your son, there, sure. Pray Heaven that this be Don Diego-If in a Spanish habit? I should be tricked now—Ha! my heart misgives Sir Fran. How! my son in a Spanish habit! me plaguily-Within there! stop the marriage Sirrah, you'll come to be hanged. Get out of Run, sirrah; call all my servants ! I'll be satisfied sight, ye dog! get out of my sight! that this is signior Pedro's son, ere he has my Sir Jeal. Get out of your sight, sir! get out daughter..

with your bags. Let's see what you'll give him Mar. Ha! Sir George! What have I done, | now, to maintain my daughter on. now?

Sir Fran. Give him! he shall never be the

better for a penny of mine--and you might have Enter Sir GEORGE, with a drawn sword, be looked after your daughter better, sir Jealous. tween the scenes.

Tricked, quotha ! Egad, I think you designed to Sir Geo. Ha! Marplot here-oh, the unlucky trick me : but, look ye, gentlemen, I believe I dog !- What's the matter, sir Jealous ?

shall trick you both. This lady is my wife, du Sir Jeal. Nay, I don't know the matter, Mr you see, and my estate shall descend only to the Meanwell.

heirs of her body Mar. Upon my soul, sir George

Sir Geo. Lawfully begotten by me I shall be [Going up to Sir George, extremely obliged to you, sir Francis. Sir Jeal. Nay, then, I'm betrayed, ruined, un Sir Fran. Ha, ha, ha, ha! Poor sir George! done! Thieves, traitors, rogues !-[Offers to go You see your prospect was of no use; does not in.HStop the marriage, I say

your hundred pound stick in your stomach ? Ha, · Sir Geo. I say, go on, Mr Tackum. Nay, no ha, ha! entering here; I guard this passage, old gentle Sir Geo. No, faith, sir Francis; this lady has man : the act and deed were both your own, and given me a cordial for that. I'll see them signed, or die fort.

[Takes her by the hand.

Sir Fran, Hold, sir, you have nothing to say Enter Serpant.

to this lady. · Sir Jeal. A pox on the act and deed! Fall on, Sir Geo. Nor you nothing to do with my wife, knock him down.

sir. Sir Geo. Aye, come on, scoundrels ! I'll prick | Sir Fran. Wife, sir? your jackets for you.

Mir. Aye, really, guardian, 'tis even so. I Sir Jeal. Zounds! sirrah, I'll be revenged on hope you'll forgive my first offence. you.

[Beats MARPLOT. Sir Fran. What! Have you choused me out Sir Geo. Aye, there your vengeance is due. of my consent, and your writings, then, mistress, Ha, ha, ha!

ha? Mar. Why, what do you beat me for? I han't Mir. Out of nothing but my own, guardian. married your daughter.

Sir Jeal. Ha, ha, ha! 'tis some comfort, at Sir Jeal. Rascals! Why don't you knock him least, to see you are over-reached as well as mydown?

self. Will you settle your estate upon your son Ser. We are afraid of his sword, sir; if you'll now? take that from him, we'll knock him down pre | Sir Fran. He shall starve first. sently.

Mir. That I have taken care to prevent.

There, sir, are the writings of your uncle's estate, Enter CHARLES and ISABINDA.

which have been your due these three years. Sir Jeal. Seize her, then !

[Gives CHARLES papers. Cha, Rascals ! retire; she's my wife; touch Cha. I shall study to deserve this favour. her if you dare; I'll make dog's meat of you. Mar. Now, how the devil could she get those

Mar, Aye, I'll make dog's meat of you, ras writings, and I know nothing of it! cals!

Sir Fran. What, have you robbed me too, Sir Jeal. Ah! downright English--Oh, oh, mistress! Egad, I'll make you restore themoh, oh!

hussy, I will so.

Sir Jeal. Take care I don't make you pay the Enter SiR FRANCIS GRIPE, MIRANDA, Patch, arrears, sir. Tis well 'tis no worse, since 'tis no SCENTWELL, and Whisper.

better. Come, young man, seeing thou hast outSir Fran. Into the house of joy we enter, witted me, take her, and bless you both! without knocking- Ha! I think 'tis the house Cha. I hope, sir, you'll bestow your blessing, of sorrow, sir Jealous.

too; 'tis all I ask.

[Kneels. Sir Jeal. Oh, sir Francis, are you come? what! Mar. Do, Gardy, do was this your contrivance, to abuse, trick, and Sir Fran. Confound you all! chouse me out of my child?

[Erit SIR FRANCIS. Sir Fran. My contrivance! What do you Mar. Mercy upon us, how he looks !

Sir Geo. Ha, ha, ha! ne'er mind his curses,

mean?'

Charles; thou'lt thrive not one jot the worse for Patch. Your humble servant begs leave to rethem. Since this gentleman is reconciled, we are mind you, madam. all made happy.

1 Isa. Sir, I hope you'll give me leave to take Sir Jeal. I always loved precaution, and took Patch into favour again. care to avoid dangers; but, when a thing was past, Sir Jeal. Nay, let your husband look to that ; I ever had philosophy to be easy.

I have done with my care. Cha. Which is the true sign of a great soul. I Cha. Her own liberty shall always oblige me loved your daughter, and she me; and you shall Here's nobody but honest Whisper and Mrs have no reason to repent her choice.

Scentwell, to be provided for, now. It shall be Isa. You will not blame me, sir, for loving my left to their choice to marry, or keep their serown country best.

vices. Mar. So, here's every body happy, I find, but | Whis. Nay, then, I'll stick to my master. poor Pilgarlick. I wonder what satisfaction Il Scent. Coxcomb! and I prefer my lady beshall have for being cuffed, kicked, and beaten in fore a footman. your service!

Sir Jeal. Hark! I hear the music; the fiddlers Sir Jeal. I have been a little too familiar with smell a wedding. What say you, young fellows you, as things are fallen out; but, since there's no will you have a dance ? help for't, you must forgive me.

Sir Geo. With all my heart; call them in. Mar. Egad, I think so—but, provided that you be not so familiar for the future.

[A Dance.] Sir Geo. Thou hast been an unlucky rogue. Sir Jeal. Now, let us in, and refresh ourselves Mar. But very honest.

with a cheerful glass, in which we'll bury all ani. Cha. That I'll vouch for, and freely forgive mosities : and, thee.

Sir Geo. And I'll do you one piece of service By my example let all parents move, more, Marplot; I'll take care that sir Francis And never strive to cross their childrens' love. make you master of your estate.

But still submit that care to Providence above. Mar. That will make me as happy as any of

(Eseunt omnes, you,

THE

WONDER;

WOMAN KEEPS A SECRET!

BY

MRS CENTLIVRE.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

MEN.

WOMEN.. Don LOPEZ, a grandee of Portugal.

Donna VIOLANTE, designed for a nun by her Dox Felix, his son, in love with VIOLANTE. father, in love with Felix. FREDERICK, a merchant.

Donna ISABELLA, sister to Felix, Don Pedro, father to VIOLANTE.

Inis, her maid.
COLONEL BRITON, a Scotsman.

FLORA, maid to Donna VIOLANTE.
GIBBY, his footman.
LISSARDO, footman to Felix.

| Alguazil, attendants, servants, fc.
Scene-Lisbon.

ACT 1.

SCENE I.-A Street.

| ting till the public news gave him an account of

Antonio's health, Letters might be intercepted, Enter Don Lopez, meeting FREDERICK.

and the place of his abode discovered. Fred. My Lord, Don Lopez!

Fred. Your caution was good, my lord. Though Lop. How d'ye, Frederick ?

I am impatient to hear from Felix, yet his safety Fred. At your Lordship's service. I am glad is my chief concern. Fortune has maliciously to sec you look so well, my lord. I hope An- struck a bar between us in the affairs of life, but tonio's out of danger?

she has done me the honour to unite our souls. Lop. Quite contrary; his fever increases, they Lop. I am not ignorant of the friendship betell me; and the surgeons are of opinion his tween my son and you: I have heard him comwound is mortal.

mend your morals, and lament your want of noFred. Your son, Don Felix, is safe, I hope? ble birth.

Lop. I hope so, too; but they offer large re Fred. That's nature's fault, my lord. It is wards to apprehend him.

| some comfort not to owe one's misfortunes to Fred. When heard your lordship from him? Tone's self; yet it is impossible not to regret the Lop. Not since he went: I forbade him wri- | want of noble birth.

Lop. Tis a pity, indeed, such excellent parts, 1 in the right, though it is a secret which I never as you are master of, should be eclipsed by mean had the curiosity to enquire into, nor, I believe, extraction.

ever shall. Inclination, quotha ! Parents would Fred. Such commendation would make me have a fine time on't, if they consulted their chilvain, my lord, did you not cast in the allay of dren's inclinations! I'll venture you a wager, my extraction.

that in all the garrison towns in Spain and Por: Lop. There is no condition of life without its tugal during the late war, there was not three cares; and it is the perfection of a man to wear women who have not had an inclination for every them as easy as he can: this unfortunate duel of officer in the whole army; does it, therefore, folmy son's does not pass without impression; but low, that their fathers ought to pimp for them? since it is past prevention, all my concern is now No, no, sir; it is not a father's business to follow how he may escape the punishment. If Antonio | his children's inclinations till he makes himself a dies, Felix shall for England. You have been beggar. there; what sort of people are the English?

Fred. But this is of another nature, my lord. Fred. My lord, the English are, by nature, Lop. Look ye, sir; I resolve she shall marry what the ancient Romans were by discipline, Don Guzman the moment he arrives. Though I courageous, bold, hardy, and in love with li- could not govern my son, I will my daughter, I berty. Liberty is the idol of the English, under assure you. whose banner all the nation lists: give but the | Fred. This match, my lord, is more preposteword for liberty, and straight more armed le-rous than that which you proposed to your son, gions would appear, than France and Philip keep from whence arose this fatal quarrel. Don Anin constant pay.

tonio's sister, Elvira, wanted beauty only; but Lop. I like their principles: who does not Guzman every thing but — wish for freedom in all degrees of life? though! Lop. Money— and that will purchase every common prudence sometimes makes us act a-thing; and so adieu.

[Erit. gainst it, as I am now obliged to do; for, I in- Fred. Monstrous ! these are the resolutions tend to marry my daughter to Don Guzman, which destroy the comforts of matrimony. He whom I expect from Holland every day, whither is rich and well-born; powerful arguments, inhe went to take possession of a large estate left deed! could I but add them to the friendship of him by his uncle.

Don Felix, what might I not hope? But a merFred. You will not surely sacrifice the lovely chant and a grandee of Spain are inconsistent Isabella to age, avarice, and a fool ? Pardon the names. Lissardo! from whence came you? expression, my lord; but my concern for your beauteous daughter transports me beyond that

Enter LISSARDO in a riding-habit, good manners which I ought to pay your lord- Lis. This letter will inform you, sir. ship's presence.

Fred. I hope your master's safe? Lop. I can't deny the justness of the charac- Lis. I left him so; I have another to deliver ter, Frederick ; but you are not insensible what which requires haste. Your most humble ser. I have suffered by these wars; and he has two vant, sir.

[Bowing. things which render him very agreeable to me Fred. To Violante, I suppose ? for a son-in-law-he is rich and well born : as for Liss. The same.

(Erit. his being a fool, I don't conceive how that can Fred. (Reads.] Dear Frederick! the two be any blot in a husband, who is already posses- chief blessings of this life, are a friend and a sed of a good estate. A poor fool, indeed, is a mistress; to be debarred the sight of those, is very scandalous thing, and so are your poor not to live. I hear nothing of Antonio's death, wits, in my opinion, who have nothing to be vain and therefore resolve to venture to thy house of but the inside of their sculls. Now, for Don this evening, impatient to see Violante, and einGuzman, I know I can rule him as I think fit.- 'brace my friend. Your's. This is acting the politic part, Frederick, without

Felix. which, it is impossible to keep up the port of Pray Heaven he comes undiscovered! Ha! Cothis life.

lonel Briton! Fred. But have you no consideration for your daughter's welfare, my lord ?

Enter COLONEL Briton in a riding-habit. Lop. Is a husband of twenty thousand crowns a-year no consideration ? Now, I think it a very Col. Frederick, I rejoice to see thee. good consideration.

Fred. What brought you to Lisbon, colonel ? Fred. One way, my lord. But what will the Col. La fortune de la guerre, as the French world say of such a match ?

say. I have commanded these three last years Lop. Sir, I value not the world a button. | in Spain, but my country has thought fit to strike

Fred. I cannot think your daughter can have up a peace, and give us good Protestants leave any inclination for such a husband.

to hope for christian burial; so I resolved to Lop. There, I believe, you are pretty much take Lisbon in my way home.

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