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Show 190 Sir MARTIN MARK-ALL, OR, THE Feignd Innocence. PROLOGUE. FOols, which each Man meets in hiis Difij each Are yet the great Regalio's of a PL In which to Poets you but juft appear, To prize l hat higheft which cofts them fo dear. f Fops in, the Town mere eafily ivill pafs ; One ftory makes a Statutable Afs : But fuch in Plays muft be much thicker foivn, Like yolks of Eggs, a dozen beat to one. Obferving Poets all their Walks invade, As Men watch Woodcocks gliding through a Glade: And when they have enough for Comedy, They (low their fever at Bodies in a Pye: The Poet's but the Cook to fafhion it, For, Gallants, you your felves have found the Wit. To bid you welcome would your Bounty wrong, None welcome thofe who bring their Chear along. E P I L O G U E. A5 Country Vicars, when the Sermon's done, Run hudling to the Benediction ; Well knowing, though the better fort may ftay, The Vulgar Rout will run unbleft away : So we, when once our Play is done, make hafte With a fhort Epilogue to dofe your tafte. In thus withdrawing wefeem manner fy, But when the Curtain's down we peep, and, A fury ofthe Wits who ftill ftay late, And in their Club decree the poor Plays fate; Their Verdict back is to the Boxes brought, Thence all the Town pronounces it their thouohi. Thus, Gallants, we like Lilly canforefee, . But if you ask us what our doom will be, We by to Morrow will our Fortune caft, As he tell all thiDnrgsa mwhaetn itshe TPeaerr ifso pna*ft.. L O r d Dartmouth. In l0ve with Mrs. Chriftian. Mv. Moody. The Swafh-Buckler. air Martin Marr-all. A Fool. Warner. j^is jyr*n Sir John Swallow. A Kentifh Knight. Lady Dupe. The o U ^ M r . Chrifttan. Her young Niece. Mrs. Millifent. The Swafh-Bucklers Dauglr M V / P Her Maid. h Od^X""* *. W o m a n t0 d * old Lady. Other Servants, M e n and W o m e n. A Carrier. Bayiiffs< The S C E N E Covem-Garden. ipi Sir Martin Marr-all, OR, THE FEIGND INNOCENCE w ACT I. Enter Warner Sol Warn, ^j "]|J "J^ Here the Devil is this Matter of mine ? he is ever out ofthe way when he fhould do himfelf good. This 'tis to ferve a Coxcomb, one that has no more Brains than iuft thofe I carry for him. Well! of all Fops commend m e to him for the greateft; he's fo opinion'd of his o w n Abilities, that he is ever defigning fomewhat, and yet he fows his Stratagems fo fhallow, that every D a w can pick 'em up: from a Plotting Fool the Lord deliver me. Here he comes, O ! it feems his Coufin's with him, then it is not fo bad as I imagin'd. Enter Sir Martin Marr-all, Lady D La. Dupe. I think 'twas well contriv'd for your ac'cefs to lodge her in the fame Houfe with you. Sir Mart. 'Tis pretty well, I muft confefs. Warn. Had he plotted it himfelf, it had been admirable. [Afide. La. Dupe. For when her Father Moody writ to m e to take him Lodgings, I fo order'd it, the choice feem'd his, not mine. Sir Mart. I have hit of a thing m y felf fometimes, when wifer Heads have mifs'd it. But that might be mecr luck. La. Dupe. Fortune does more than Wifdom. Sir Mart. Nay, for that you fhall excufe m e ; I will not value any Man's Fortune at a rufb, Except he have Wit and Parts to bear him out. But when do you expect 'em ? La. Dupe. This Tide will bring them from Gravefend. You had beft let your M a n go as from me, And wait them at the Stairs in Durham-Tard. Sir Mart. Lord, Coufin, what a do is here with your Counfel! As though I could not have thought of that m y felf. I could find in m y heart not to fend him now ftay a little 1 could foon find out fome other way. Warn. A Minute's ftay may lofe your bufinefs. Sir Mart. Well, go then, but you muft grant, if he had ftay'd , I could have found a better way, you grant it. La. Dupe. For once I will not ftand with you. [Exit Warner. 'Tis a fweet Gentlewoman this Mrs. Millifent, if you can get her. Sir Mart. Let m e alone for Plotting. La. Dupe. But by your favour, Sir, 'tis not fo eafie, Her Father has already promis'd her : And the young Gentleman comes up with 'em : I partly know the M a n , but the old Squire is humourfome, He's ftout, and plain in Speech and in Behaviour ; H e loves none of the fine Town-tricks of breeding, But ftands up for the old Elizabeth way in all things. This w e muft work upon. Sir Mart. Sure ! you think you have to deal with a Fool, Coufin ? Enter Mrs. Chriftian. La. Dupe. O m y dear Niece, I have fome bufinefs with you. [iVbifpn >. Sir Mart. Well, Madam, I'll take one turn here i' th' Piazza's; A thoufand things are hammering in this head ; 'Tis a fruitful Noddle, though I fay it. wr Martin. Bb La |
