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Show 218 Sir Martin Marr-all: Or, B Rofe. Dear Madam, peace ; now for thc Song. The S O N G i Lind Love, to this hour, J Had never like me, a SU r his pw Then bleft be the Dart That he threw at my Heart, For nothing can prove A Joy jo great as to be wounded with Love. My Days and my Nights Are fill'd to the purpofe with Sorrows and Frights ; From my Heart ftill I figh, And my Eyes are ne'er dry, So that, Cupid be prais'd, I am to the Top of Love's Happinefs rais'd. My Soul's all on fire, So that I have the Pleafure to doat and defire, Such a pretty foft Pain, That it tickles each Vein, 'Tis the Dream of a Smart, Which makes me breathe fhort when it beats at my Heart. § Sometimes in a Pet, * When I am defpis'd, I my Freedom would get; But ftreight a fweet Smile Does my Anger beguile, And my Heart does recal, Then the more I do ftruggle, the lower I fall. Heaven does not impart Such a Grace, as to love, unto ev'ry one's Heart; For many may wiffj To be wounded, and mifs : Then bleft be Love's Fire, And more bleft her Eyes that firft taught me Defire. [The Song being done, Warner rings again; but Sir Martin continues fumbling, and gazing on his Miftrefs. Mill. A pretty humour'd Song but ftay, methinks he plays and fings ftill, and yet w e cannot hear him Play louderj Sir Martin , that w e m a y have the Fruits on't. Warn, peeping.] Death ! this abominable Fool will fpoil all again. D a m him he ftands making his Grimaces yonder, and he looks fo earneftly upon his Miftrefs' that he hears m e not. [Rinas again Mill. Ah, ah! have I found you out, Sir? now, as I live and breathe, this is pleafant, Rofe, his M a n play'd and fung for him, and he, it feems, did not know when he fhould give over. [Mill, and R ofe laugh Warn. They have found him out, and laugh yonder, as ifthey would fplit their fides. W h y , Mr. Fool, Oaf, Coxcomb, will you hear none of vour Names ?' MM-SnM"*'", Sir Martw, take your Man's Counfel, and keep time with your Mufick.. l Sir Mart peeping.] H a h ! what do you fay, M a d a m ? H o w docs your Ladifhip like m y Mufick ? * Mill. Omoft Heavenly! juft like the Harmony ofthe Spheres, that is to be admired, and never heard. ' L Warn. You have ruin'd all, by your not leaving off in time MU ? Lk frnce'. ftk thcre ll a Fatc upon mc' W< •*** mm L.ook, Rofe, what's the matter ? Pintr\rT?*k<rlM!rm' purfu'd ^the Ba>'H*> Madam> according to our If';^ they have d°SS'd h i m thus I a ^ to his Lodging. ° fcaifoe rTdhonnim11' **t!wU* ' ^ "0t t0 ,0Ve this F°o1 '* J? T & ^ I ! Lv. Mm. Rofo - Entei The Feigrfd Innocence. 219 Enter Sir John, purfu'd by three B ay I iffs over the St Sir Mart. N o w I'll redeem all again, m y Miftrefs fhall fee m y Valour, I'm re folv'd on't; Villains, Rogues, Poultroons! what, three upon one? in fine, I'll be with you immediately. [Ex. Warn. W h y , Sir, are you ftark mad ? have you no grains of fence Lift ? he's gone! now is he as earneft in the Quarrel, as Cokes among the Puppets; 'tis to no purpofe what ever I cU> for him. [Ex. Warner. Re-enter Sir John and Sir Martin (having driven away the Bay lit Sir Martin flourifheth his Sword. Sir Mart. Victoria! Victoria ! what heart, Sir John, you have received no harm, t hope ? Sir John. Not the leaft, I thank you, Sir, for your timely Affiftance which I will requite with any thing but the rcfigning of m y Miftrefs Dear Sir Martin^ a good Night. Sir Mart. Pray let m e wait upon you in, Sir John. Sir John. I can find m y way to Mrs. Millifent without you, Sir, I thank you. Sir Mart. But pray, what were you to be arretted for ? Sir John. I know no more than you; fome little Debts, perhaps, I left unpaid by m y negligence : once more good night, Sir. [Ex. Sir Mart. He's an ungrateful Fellow; and fo, in fine, I fhall tell him, when I fee him next Monfieur [Enter Warner. Warner, a propos! I hope you'll applaud m e now, I have defeated the Enemy, and that in fight of m y Miftrefs; Boy, I have charm'd her, i'faith, with m y Valour. Warn. I, juft as much as you did e'en n o w with your Mufick; go, you are fo beaftly a Fool, that a chiding is thrown away upon you. Sir Mart. Fool in your Face, Sir ; call a M a n of Honour, Fool, when I have iuft atchieved fuch an Enterprife Gad n o w m y Blood's up, I a m a dangerous Perfon, I can tell you that, Warner. Warn. Poor Animal, I pity thee. Sir Mart. I grant I a m no Mufician, but you muft allow m e for a Swordman, 1 have beat'em bravely; ana in fine, I a m come off unhurt, fave only a little feratch i' th' head. Warn. That's impoffiblc, thou haft a Scull fo thick, no Sword can pierce it: but much good may'td'ye, Sir, with the fruits of your Valour: You refcu'd your Rival when he was to be Arrefted , on purpofe to take him oft from your Miftrefs. Sir Mart. W h y , this is ever the Fate of Ingenious M e n ; nothing thrives they take in hand. Enter Rofe. Rofe. Sir Martin, You have done your bufinefs with m y Lady, fhe'll never look upon you more; fhe fays, fhe's fo well fatisfied of your Wit and Courage, that fhe will not put you to any farther tryal. Sir Mart. Warner, is there no hopes, Warner ? Warn. None that I know. Sir Mart. Let's have but one civil Plot more before w e part. Warn. 'Tis to no purpofe. Rofe. Yet if he had fome golden Friends that would engage for him the next time- Sir Mart. Here's a Jacobus and a Carolus will enter into Bonds for me. Rofe. I'll take their Royal words for once. [She fetches two dtjgutfes. Warn. The meaning of this, dear Rofe. Rofe. 'Tis in purluance of thy o w n Invention, M orner ; a Child which thy Wit hath begot upon m e : but let us lofe no time, help! help! drefs thy Mafter, that he may be Anthony, old Moody's Baftard, and thou his, come from the ^{n Man. Hey-tarock-it now we fhall have Rofe's Device too, I long to be at it, pray let's hear more on't. Rofe. Old Moody, you muft know, in his younger Years, when he was a Cam-bridge Scholar, maVboId with a Townfman's Daughter there, by w h o m he had a Baftard, whofe name was Anthony, w h o m you, Sir Martin, are to reprefent. Sir Mart I warrant you, let m e alone for Tony: but pray go on K ^ . RoTe This Child in his Father's time, he durft not own, but bred him privacy in the Ifie of^/", till he was fevenVearsold , and horn thence fern him with one Bonaventure, a Merchant, for the Eaft-h j}. |