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Show I C)2 Sir Martin Marr-all: Or, U . O^r. Go thy w a y ? for amoft c o ^ e d F o o l - ^ But to our «ufind , Cou m . yon ar y o u n g . ^ I • ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ we cannot work upon that &S1#«MS are advantages enough for you, if yomvill bewufc, and f0lS Madam'; mv Friends left me to your Care, therefore I willwholly follow y°£C£f jffikMlSb* for you another day : well then tcrmincs againft his Works to blow him up. UD%%$t", he^ll make fierce Love to you, but vou muft not fuffer him to rSffle you or fte'al a Kits s but you muft weep add figh, and fay you'll telTme on" and V you will not be us'd fo; and play the Innocent juft like a Child, and feem ignorant of all. _ Chr I warrant you I'll be very ignorant, Madam. hi Dupe. And be fure when he has tows'd you, not to appear at Suppw that Night, that you may fright him. Chr. No, Madam. la. Dupe. That he may think you have told me. Chr. I, Madam. . La. Dupe. And keep your Chamber, and fay your Head akes. Chr. 0 moft extremely, Madam. , La.D*/*. And lock the Door, and admitof noNight-Vifits: at Simper 111 ask, Where's m y Coufin; and being told you are not well, H I fl 'f to vifit you, defining his Lordfhip not to incommode ! , tori wn, Ely wait on" him again. Chr. But how, when vou are return'd, Madam? , , . , _ _ , _ M La. Dupe. Then fomewhat difcompos'd, I'll fay, I doubt the Meazles or Small- Pox will feize on you, and then the Girl is fpoil'd ; fay m r thing, her Portion is her Beauty and her Vertue : and often fend to fee how you do, by wluf-pers in m y Servants Ears, and have thofe whifpers of your health return'd to mine : if his Lordfhip thereupon asks how you do, I will pretend it was ionic other thing. Chr. Right, Madam, for that will bring.him farther in fufpence. La. Dupe. A hopeful Girl! then will I eat nothing that Night, feigning m y Grief for you : but keep his Lordfhip Company at Meals, and feem to ftnve to put my Paffion off, yet fhew it ftill by fmall miftakes. Chr. And broken Sentences. La. Dupe. A dainty Girl! and after Supper vifit you again , with promife to return ftraight to his Lordfhip : but after I am gone, fend an Excufe, that I have given you a Cordial, and mean to watch that Night in Perfon with you. Chr. His Lordfhip then will find the Prologue of his trouble, doubting I have told vou of his ruffling. La. Dupe. And more than that, fearing his Father fhould know of it, and his Wife, who is a Termagant Lady: but when he finds the Coaft is clear, and his late ruffling known to none but you, he will be drunk with Joy. Chr. Finding m y fimple Innocence, which will inflame him more. La. Dupe. Then what the Lyon's Skin has fail'd him in, the Foxes Subtilty muft next fupply, and that is juft, Sweet-heart, as I would have it ; for crafty Folks Treaties are their Advantage : efpecially when his Paffion muft be fatisfied at any Rate, and you keep Shop to fet the Price of Love : fo now you fee the Market is your own. Chr. Truly, Madam, this is very rational; and by the bleffing of Heav'n upon my poor Endeavours, I do not doubt to play m y part. La. Dupe. M y Bleffing and m y Prayers go along with thee. Enter Sir John Swallow, Mrs. Millifent, and Rote her Maid. Chr. I believe, Madam, here is the young Heirefsyou expect, and with her he who is to marry her. \ja.Dupe. Howe'er I am Sir Martin'-, Friend, I muft not feem his Enemy. Sir - The Feigrfd Innocence. i 93 Sir John. Madam, this fair young Lady begs the honour to be known to you. Mil. M y Father made me hope it, Madam. La, Dupe. Sweet Lady , I believe you have brought all the Frefhnefs of the H^'T U P t0 T ° W w T i t h y0U* IThey falute> MtU. l came up, Madam , as we Country-Gentlewomen ufe , at an Eafter- Term, to thedeftruction of Tarts and Cheefe-cakes, to fee a N e w Play, buy a new Gown, take a Turn in the Park, and fo down again to fleep with my Fore-fathers. Sir John. Rather, Madam, you are come up to the breaking of many a poor Heart, that like mine, will languifh for you. Chr. I doubt, Madam, you are indifpos'd with your Voyage ; will you pleafe to fee the Lodgings your Father has provided for you ? Mill. T o wait upon you, Madam. La. Dupe. This is the door, there is a Gentleman will wait on you immediately in your Lodging, if he migtn prefume on your Commands. [Whifpers. Mill. You mean Sir Martin Marr-ai: I am glad he has entrufted his Paffion with fo difcreet a Perfon. [Whifpers. La. Dupe. Sir John, let me intreat you to ftay here, that m y Father may have Intelligence where to find us. Sir John. I fhall obey you, Madam. [Exeunt Women, Enter Sir Martin. Sir John. Sir Martin Marr-all! moft happily encounter'd / how long have you been come to T o w n ? Sir Mart. Some three da,ys fince, or thereabouts : but I thank God I am very weary on't already. SirJohn. W h y what's the matter, Man? Sir Mart. M y villainous old Luck ftill follows me in Gaming, I never throw the Dice out of m y hand, but m y Gold goes after 'em: if I go to Picquet, though it be but with a Novice in't, he will picquc and repicque , and Capot mc twenty-times together: and, which moft mads me, I lofe all m y Sets, when I want but one up. Sir John. The pleafure of Play is loft, when one lofes at that unreafonable rate. Sir Mart. But I have fworn not to touch either Cards or Dice this half year. Sir John. The Oaths of loiing Gamefters are moft minded ; they forfwear Play as an angry Servant does his Miftrefs, becaufe he loves her but too well. Sir Mart. But I am now taken up with Thoughts of another nature : I am in Love, Sir. Sir John. That's the worft Game you could have play'd ar, fcarce one W o m an in an hundred will play with you upon the Square : you venture at more uncertainty than at a Lottery: for you fet your heart to a whole Sex of Blanks. But is your Miftrefs Widow, Wife, or Maid? Sir Mart. I can affure you, Sir, mine is a Maid; The Heirefs of a wealthy Family, Fair to a Miracle. Sir John. Does fhe accept your Service ? Sir Mart. I am the only Perfon in her Favour. [Enter Warner. Sir John. Is fhe of T o w n or Country ? Warn, afide. How's this ? Sir Mart. She is of Kjnt, near Canterbury. Warn. What does he mean ? this is his Rival [Afide. Sir John. Near Canterbury, fay you? I have a fmall Eftate lies thereabouts, and more Concernments than one befides. Sir Mart. Ill tell you then; being at Canterbury, It was m y Fortune, once in the Cathedral Church--• Warn. What do you mean, Sir, to intruft this Man with your Affairs thus ? Sir Mart. Truft him? why he's a Friend of mine. Warn. N o matter for that; hark you, a word, S i r- Sir Mart. Prithee leave fooling: and, as I was faying Church when I firft faw this Fair one. S.< John. Her Name, Sir, I befeech you. Warn. For Heaven's fake, Sir, have a care ! Sir Mart. Thou art fuch a Coxcomb- Her Name's Millifent. 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