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Show Lord. Night's come, and I expect your Promife. La. Dupe. Fail with me if you think good, Sir. Chr. I give no more time. Rofe. And if m y Miftrefs go to Bed a Maid to N i g h t - _ Warn Hey dav! You are dealing with mc, as they do with the Bankers, call in all your Debts'together ; there's no pombility of payment at this rate, but I'M coin for you all a I can, I affure you. La. Dupe. But you muff not think to pay us with falfe Money, as you have done hitherto. Rofe. Leave off your Mountebank Tricks with us, and fall to your Bufinefs. iti good earneft. Warn. Faith, and I will, Rofe', for to confefs the truth, l a m a kind of a Mountebank, I have but one Cure for all your Difeafes ; that is, That m y Mafter may marry Mrs.Mi/lifent,\or then Sir John Swallow will of himfelf return to Mrs. Chriftian. Lord. H e fays true, and therefore w e muft all be helping to that Defign. Warn. I'll put you upon fomething, give m e but a thinking-time in the firft* place, get a Warrant and Bailiffs to Arreft Sir John Swallow, upon a Promife of Marriage to Mrs. Chriftian. Lord. Very good. La. Dupe. We'll all fwear it. Warn. I never doubted your Ladifhip in the leaft, M a d a m for the reft we will confider hereafter. Lord. Leave this to us. [Ex. Lord, Lady Dupe, Chr, Warn. Rofe, Where's thy Lady ? Mill. What have you to fiiy to her ? Warn. Only to tell you, Madam, I a m going forward in the great work of Projection. Mill. I know not whether you will deferve m y thanks When the Work's done. Warn. Madam, I hope you are not become indifferent to m y Mafter. Mill. If he fhould prove a Fool after all your crying up his Wit', 1 fhall be a miferable W o m a n. Warn. A Fool! that were a good Jeft i'faith: But h o w comes your Ladifhip to fufpect it ? Rofe. lhave heard, Madam, your greateft Wits have ever a touch of Madnefs and Extravagance in them, fo perhaps has he. Warn. There's nothing more diftant than Wit and Folly , yet like Eaft and Weft, they may meet in a Point, and produce Actions that are but a Hairsbreadth from one another. Rofe. I'll undertake he has Wit enough to make one laugh at him a whole Day together; he's a moft Comical Perfon. Mill. For all this,I will not fwear he is 110F00I; he has ftill difcover'd all yourPlots. Worn. 0 Madam, that's the common Fate of your Machivilians, they draw their Defigns fo fubtle, that their very finenefs breaks them. Mill. However I'm refolv'd to be on the fure fide, I will have certain Proof of his Wit before I marry him. Warn. Madam, I'll give you one, he wears his Cloaths like a great Sloven, and that's a fure fign of Wit, he neglects his outward parts; befides, he fpeaks French, Sings, Dances, plays upon the Lute. Mill. Does he do all this, fay you ? Warn. Molt divinely, M a d am Mill. I ask no more ; then let him give m e a Serenade immediately : but let him ftand in the View ; I'll not he cheated. Warn. He fhall do't, M a d a m : But how, the Devil knows -for he fines like a Scntch Owl, and never touch'd the Lute. [Afide Mtll. You'll fee't perform'd ? l J ^•J^0™.1 think onh' M a d a m ; this will but retard our Enterprize. Mia. Either let him do't, or fee m e no more. \\rWrn' t d1' lt fhal] be d o n e« Madam ; but where's your Father ? Will not he over-hear it? wT'uWihaI Concernment can he have there ? aiiyNewsfom K^V*" **& whom hc l0Ved eXtreme^: but «<* having " i t o ^ ^ ^ ? f c , n'a 'i i y Y c a r s ' ^eluded him dead; this Son he eWxaperfnlS. m The Feign'd Innocence. 217 Warn. W h e n did he fee him laft ? Mill. Not fince he was feven Years old. Warn. A fudden Thought comes into m y head, to make him appear before his time ; let m y Mafter pafs for him , and by that means he may come into thc Houfe unfufpected by your Father, or his Rival. Mill. According as he performs his Serenade , I'll talk with you • make haffre 1 muft retire a little. [Ex. Mill, from above. Rofe. I'll mftruct him moft rarely , he fhall never be found out; but in the mean time, what wilt thou do with a Serenade? Warn. Faith, I a m a little non-plufs'd on the fudden, but a warm Confolati from thy Lips, Rofe, would fet m y Wits a working again. Rofe. Adieu, Warner. Warn. Inhumane Rofe, adieu. [Ex. Rofe. Blockhead Warner, into what a Praemunire haft thou brought thy felf! this 'tis to be fo forward to promife for another--r-but to be Godfather to a Fool, to promife and vow he fhould do any thing like a Chriftian Enter Sir Martin. Sir Mart. W h y , how now. Bully, in a brown Study ? for m y good, I warrant it; there's Five Shillings for thee, what, w e muft encourage good Wits fometimes. Warn. Hang your white Pelf: fure, Sir, by your largefs you miftake m e for Martin Parker, the Ballad-Maker, your Covetoufncfs has offended m y Mufe, and quite dull'd her. Sir Mart. H o w angry the poor Devil is! in fine, thou art as Cholenck as a Cook by a fire-fide. . . Warn. I a m over-heated, like a Gun , with continual difcharging m y Wit: 'Slife, Sir, I have rarified m y Brains for you, till they are evaporated ; but come* Sir, do fomething for your felf like a Man, I have engag'd you fhall give to your Miftrefs a Serenade, in your proper Perfon : I'll borrow a Lute for you. Sir Mart. I'll warrant thee I'll do't, Man. Warn. You never learn'd ; I don't think you know one flop. Sir Mart. 'Tis no matter for that,Sir; I'll play as faft as I can,and never flop at all. Warn. Go to, you are an invincible Fool, I fee! get up into your Window, and fet two Candles by you, take m y Landlord's Lute in your hand, and fumble on't, and make Grimaces with your Mouth, as if you fung ; in the mean time, I'll play in the next R o o m in the dark, and confequently your Miftrefs, who will come to her Balcony over againft you, will think it to be you ; and at the end ot every Tune, I'll ring the Bell that hangs between your Chamber and mine, that you may know when to have done. Sir Mart. W h y , this is fair Play now, to tell a M a n before-hand what he muff do; Gramercy, i'faith, Boy, now if I fail thee- * Warn About your bufinefs then, your Miftrefs and her Maid appear already: I'll eive you the fign with the Bell, when I a m prepar'd, for m y Lute is at hand in the Barber's Shop. -. .; ., \ ^-ExM' Enter Millifent. and Rofe, with a Candle by 'em above. Rofe. W e fhall have rare Mufick. Mill. I wifh it prove fo; for I fufpect the Knight can neither play nor fing. Rofe. But if he does, you're bound to pay the Mufick, Madam. Mill. I'll not believe it, except both m y Ears and Eyes are W itneites. Rofe. But 'tis night, Madam, and you cannot fee 'em ; yet he may play admirably in the dark. Mill. Where's m y Father ? M Rofe. You need not fear him, he's ftill employ'd with that fame Seaman and I have fet Mrs. Chriftian to watch their difcourfe, that betwixt her and mc W amer may have wherewithal to inftruct his Mafter. Mill. But yet there's fear m y Father will find out the 1 lot. . Rofe. Not In the leaft, for m y old Lady has provided two rare Dilguitcs for the Mafter and the Man. M/7/. Peace, I hear them beginning to tune the Lute. . Rofe. And fee, Madam, where your true Knight, Sir A W , is plac'd yonder, like Apollo, with his Lute in his Hand, and his Rays about Jus I lead. [Sir Martin appears at the adverfe Window, a 7 une piafd; when it is done, Warner rings, and Sir Martin holds. 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