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Show 62 The Wild dalldnt. , d »^^»^™JOTS2tf^5fe * Fran, t A t & T ^ ' ^ ^ r W y Coftonce, Setllone, 1'arloi, ^«Ci7 <-«'• Oh the Devil! The Devil: The Devil mi, inrdBlefsus Where are you trances. J K H K B - ! This is a Judgments they &,,upon Y™ **» | * miftinrWif Ami eallincGentlemen to the Tavern, l-f'ta. . t V o 'twsal'idlnentnponynujo.^ £ call up the Let Watch, and Jullicc Tr.ce to have the Houfe lea,ch d. [Exeunt. Franc. I, IJ there's more Devils there I warrant you. Enter Loveby, Conftance, Setftone, again.- Lov It was certainly Will. Bibber and his Wife with Mufick: For now I remem-b e ^ f & r j S d & t h i s h t B M l your Father's Houfe: But w e frighted them worfe than they frighted us. rw;i' Cw. Our Parfon run away too : - W h e n they cry'd out the Devil L w . He was the wifer: For if the Devil had come indeed, he has Preach d fo long againft him it would have gone hard with him. TWWIV,* & Indeed I have always obferv'd Parfons to be more fearful of the Devil than ^L^Oh'the Devil's the Spirit, and the Parfon's the Flefh: And betwixt thofe two there muft be W a r : Yet to do 'em both right, I think in m y Confeience they quarrel only like Lawyers, for their Fees; and meet good Friends in private to laugh at their Clients. „,„,_, , x^ w u -a^ Com Ifaw him turn in at m y Coufin Ifabelle's Chamber Door, which was wide open; I believe fhe's return'd i We'll fetch a light from the Gallery, and give her joy- Lov. W h y is fhe Married, Madam? Com I'll tell you as w e go [Exeunt, The S C E N E Changes; Burr*»<* the Parfon Enter, meeting in the Dark. Burr. My Lady Conftance are you come again? That's well: I have waited fuf-ficientlyfor you in the Dark. Par. Help, help, help good Chriftian People ! T he Devil, the Devil s here. Bur. 'TisI, Madam; What do you mean ? Par. Avoid Sathan ! Avoid, avoid. Bur. What have I here, the hairy W o m a n ? Enter Loveby, Conftance with the Light. Bur. H a ! lender's m y Lady Conftance I W h o have I got, a Stone-Prieft by this good Light. How's this, Loveby too / Lov. Burr, a beating m y Reverend Clergy: What make you here at this un-fcafonabfehour/ I'll know your bufinefs [Draws. Bur. Will you, Sir ? [They Fight. Com Set. Parfon. Help, Murder, Murder. Enter at one Dcor, Trice Drunk : With the Watch: Bibber and Frances following. At the other Nonfuch, and Servants, and Failer. Norn-Murder, Murder ! Beat down their Weapons: Will you Murder Sir Ti-, morons, Mr. Loveby [They difarmboth. Sir Timorous! Ha, Burr! Thieves; Thieves/ Sit down good Mr. Juftice, and take their Examination: N o w I fhall know how m y Money went. Trice. They fhall have Juftice I warrant'em. [Goes to fit and rniffes the Chair. Bib. The Juftice is almoft dead Drunk, m y Lord. Franc. But and't pleafe your Worfliip, m y Lord, this is not the worft fight that we havefecn here to Night in your Worfhip's-Houfe, w e met three or four hugeous ugly Devils, with Eyes like Sawcers, that threw down m y Husband, that threw down me, that made m y Heart fo panck ever fince, as diey fey. Non. The Devil again in m y Houfe / Lov. Nay, here he was, that's certain; he brought m e hither, I know not how my felf, and Married m e ; Mr. Setftone there can juftifie it: But the beft is, I have aCharm about m e that will lay him yet e'er Midnight. Fail. And I vow to gad,my Lord,I know as little ho> Bur. Nor I. ; h o w I came hither as any Man. Trice. The Wild Gallant. 6j - • • | Trice. Nor I. Lov. N o I darefwear do'ft thou not Mr. Juftice. Trie But I wonder how the Devil durft come into our Ward, when he knows I have been at the Duties of My Family This Evening. Enter one of the Watch, w>A Timorous, and Ifabelle. Watch. And pleafe your Worfliip I met this Couple in the Street late, andfo feeing them to be M a ft and W o m a n , I brought 'em along with me, upon fufpition of Felony together. Franc. This is the proud minx that fought fhelter in m y Houfe this Afternoon Mr. Juftice. Fail. Sir Timorous and M a d a m Ifabelle! I vow to gad w e are undone Burr Ifa. D o not you know me, Mr. Juftice J Lov. Juftice is blind, he knows no Body. Ifa. M y name is Ifabelle. nc. No, thy name is JezabeBe: I warrant you there's none but Rogues and Papifts would be abroad at this time of Night. Bib. Hold Frances Trice. She's drunk I warrant her asanyBeaft: I wonder W o m a n you do not conlider what a crying fm Drunkennefs is ? W h o m do you learn it from in our Parifh? I'm fure you never fee m e worfe. r and Failer ; acknowledge your felves a Couple of recreant Knights: Sir Timorous is mine: I have won him in fair Field from you. Con. Give you joy Coufin Give you joy! Lov. Married ! Ifa. And in Diana's Grove Boy. Lov. W h y 'tis fine by Heaven : 'tis wondrous fine, as the Poet goes on fweetlv. Tim. Iamfuretheyhadgag'd me, and bound me, and ftript mc almoft ftark naked,and lockt m e up as raft as aButterfly,till fhe came and made m e aMan again; and therefore I have reafon to Love her the longeft Day I have to live. Ifa. I, and the longeft Night too, or you are too blame. And you have one argument I love you, if the proverb be true, for I took you almoft in your bare Shirt. Burr. So much for us Fail r ! Con. Well m y Lord, it had as good at firft as at laft : I muft beg your Lord-fhip's Bleffing for this Gentleman and m y felf. ' [Both Kjieel. Non. W h y you are not Married to him I hope / He's Married to the Devil. Lov. 'Twas a White Devil of your Lordfhip's getting then; Mr. Setftone, and the Reverend here can Witnefs it. Set. Far. W e muft fpeak truth m y Lord. Non. Would I had another Child for your fake, you fhould ne'er fee penny of my Money. Lov. Thank you m y Lord ; but methinks'tis much better as 'tis. Ifa. Come Nuncle'tis in vain to hold out now 'tis paft remedy: 'Tis like the laft Act of a Play when People muft marry ; and if Fathers will not content then, they fhould throw Oranges at'em from the Galleries: W h y fhould you ftand off : o keep us from a Dance ? Non. But there's one thing ftill that troubles me, that's her great Belly, and own too. . Nay for mine m y Lord, 'tis vanifhed already : 'Twas but a trick to catch the old one. Lov. But I'll do m y beft, fhe fhall not be long without another. Ifa. But as for your great Belly Nuncle, I know no way to rid you on't but by rig out your Guts. Lov.''Vis fuch a pretty fmart Rafcal; 'tis well I am pleas'd with m y own choice; but I could have got fuch Hectors and Poets and Gamefters out of thee. Con. No, no ; two Wits could never have liv'd well together ; want would have fo fharpned you upon one another. Ifa. A Wit fhould naturally be loin'd to a Fortune; by the fame reafon your Vintners feed their hungry Wines. . And if Sir Timorous and I had married; we two Fortunes muft have built Hofpitals with our money, we could never havefpent itelfe. Lov. Or what think youof paying Courtiers debts with it. Ifa. Well, tofhewT am in Charity with m y Enemies, I'll make a motion: While we are in T o w n let us hire a largeHoufe,and live together: Burr zndFatler I Fail. |