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Show 36 The Wild Gallant. Con ft. W h o could fee him want fhe Loves ? Enter Setftone. I fa. Oh here's Mr. Setftone come, your Jeweller, Madam. Conft. WelcomeSetftone; Haft thou perform'd thy vifit Happily, and without difcovery ? Set. As you would with it, M a d a m : I went up to his Chamber without interruption; and there found him Drowning his cares, and pacifying his hunger with fleep; Which advantage I took, and undifcovered by him left The Gold divided in his Pockets. Conft. Well, this Money will furnifh him I hope, that w e may have his Company again. Set. T w o hundred and fifty good Pounds, M a d a m ! Has your Father mifs'd it yet ? Const. N o ; if he had, w e fhould have all heard on't before n o w : But, pray God Monfieur Loveby has no other haunts to divert him now he's Ranfom'd : What a kind of a W o m a n is his Landlady ? Set. Well enough to ferve a Taylor ; or to kifs when he comes home drunk or wants Money; but, far unlikely to create jealoufie in your Ladi/hip. Enter Servant. Serv. Madam, Juftice 7V/V* defircs your Ladifhip'sexcufe, that he has not yet perform'd the Civilities of his hour to you: he is dtfpatching a little bufinefs,about. which he is earneftly employed. Conft. He's Matter of nis o w n occafions. [Exit Servant ^ If*. WTe fhall fee him anon with his Face as red, as if it had been boif'd in Pump- Water: But, when comes this Mirror of Knighthood that is to be prefented you for your Servant? Conf. Oh, 'r:s well thought on ; 'Faith thou know'ft m y affections are other-wifedifpos'd; he's rich, and thou want'ft a Fortune ; achieve him if thou can'ft • 't:s but trying, and thou haft as much Wit as any Wench in England. Tfa. On condition you'll take it for a Courtefie to be rid of an Afs, I care not if I Marry him: The old Fool, your Father, would be fo importunate to match you with a i oung Fool, that partly for quietnefs fake I a m content to take him. Conft. T o take him ! Then you make fine on't. Ifa. As lure, as if the Sack Po'tfet were already Eaten. Conft. Bur, What means wilt thou ufe to get him ? Ifa. I'll bribe Failer, he's the Man. Conft. W h y this Knight is his inheritance; he lives upon him: Do'ft thou think he Hever admit thee to govern him? No, hefears thy Wit too much: Befides ho has already received an hundred Pound to make die Match between Sir Timorous and me, Ifa. 'Tis all one for that; I warrant you he fells m e Fee-fimple of him Set. Your Father, M a d am Enter Nonfuch. lja. Lie Tempeftisrifen; I fee it in his Face ; he puffs and blows yonder, as \ x v 0 ™ ™ e W n d s were fighting upwards and downwards in his Belly. Set. \v ill he not find your fane Keys, M a d a m ? Ifa. I hope he will have more Humanity than to fearch us. Conft. You. are come after us betimes, Sir. ^'\ °}Ckl\V l am Ulld0ne'l am robbM>I am robb'd 5 l have utterly foft all btomach to m y Dinner. 3 Conft. Robb'd! Good m y Lord how, or of what? Non. T w o hundred and fifty Pounds in fair Gold out of m y Study: an hundred of it I was to have paid a Courtier this Afternoon for a Bribe Y l4m^uf ' mY ***** 1 had aS mUch a d° t0 §ct that Parcel of G°W ^ your at C^^X.SS^ mUCh m°re ^^ t0 ^"^ J ^thCn my Fdend t o f l y f ^ t t U d l t thcrC'Sn0fuchhaft: TheCourtiersarenotfo/orward Conft. Has not the Monkey been in the Study ? H e may have carried it a « L r The Wild Gallant. 37 ' . 1 1 11 1 . 1 Hi 1 Enter Failer, Burr, Timorous. Fail. This is the Gentleman, m y Lord. Non. He's welcome Eail. And this the particular of his Eftate. Non. That's welcome too. Fail. But, befides the Land here mentioned, he has wealth in fpecic. Non. A very fine ¥oung Gentleman. Tim. N o w , m y Lord, I hope there's no great need of Wooing: I fuppofe my Eftate will fpeak for m e ; yet, if you pleafe to put in a word. Non. That will I inftantly. Tim. I hope I fhall have your good word too, Madam, to your Coufin for m e ? [To Ifabelle. Ifa. Any thing within m y Power, Sir Timorous. Non. Daughter, here's a Perfon of Quality, and one that Loves and Honours you exceedingly • Tim. Nay, good m y Lord ! You difcover all at firft dafh. Non. Let m e alone, Sir; Have not I the dominion over m y own Daughter ? Cohftance, here's a Knight in Love with you, Child. Conft. In Love with m e , m y Lord, it is not poffible. Non. Hereheftands that will make it good, Child. Tim. W h o I, m y Lord ? I hope her Ladilhip has a better Opinion of m e than fb. Non. What, Are not you in Love with m y Daughter ? I'll be Sworn you told m e fo but ev'n n o w i I'll eat Words for no Man. Tim.lf your Ladifhip will believe all reports that are raifed onMen ofQuality Non. H e told it m e with his o w n mouth, Child: I'll eat Words for no M a n ; that's more than ever I told him yet. Fail. You told him fo but juft now; Fie,Sir Timorous. Non. He fhall have no Daughter of mine and he were a thoufand Knights J he told me, he hop'd I would fpeak for him: I'll eat no Man's Words ; .that's more than ever I told him yet. Ifa. You need not keep fuch a pudder about eating his Words ; you fee he has eaten u'm already for you. Non. I'll make him ftand to his Words, and he fhall not Marry m y Daughter neither: By this good day, I will [£oc/> Nonfuch. Conft. 'Tis an ill day to him; he has loft 2 50 /. in't. [To Ifab. Burr. H e fwears at the rate of two thoufand Pounds a Year, if the Rump Act were ftill in being. Fail. He's in Paffion M a n ; and befides, he has been a great Fanatick formerly, and n o w has got a habit of Swearing, that he may be thought a Cavalier. Burr. What noife is that ? I think I hear your Coufin Trice's Voice. Fail. I'll go fee \-Extt Fai1- Ifa. Come, Sir Timorous, be not difcourag'd: 'tis but an old Man's frowardnefs; he's always thus againft Rain. Enter Failer. Fail. O M a d a m follow m e quickly ; and if you do not fee fport, Melancholy be upon m y Head [Exeunt Omnes. The Scene changes, andTnet is difcoveredplaying at Tables by himfelf, with Spectacles on, a Bottle, and Parmesan by him ; they return and fee him, undifcovered by him. Trice. Cinque and Cater: My Cinque I play here, Sir, my Cater here, Sir: Now for you, Sir: But firft I'll drink to you, Sir; upon m y faith I'll do you reafon, Sir: Mine was thus full, Sir: Pray mind your Play, Sir: Size Ace I have thrown: I'll Play'em at length, Sir: Will you Sir? Then you have made a blot, Sir; I'll try if I can enter : I have hit you, Sir. -I think you can cog a Dye, Sir. - I cog a Dye, Sir ? I Play as fair as you, or any Man. _ You lye, Sir: how! lye, Sir; I'll teach you what 'tis to give a Gentleman the Ive, Sir [Throws down the Tables. *^ [They all laugh and difcover themfelves, Ifa. Is this your ferious bufinefs? , r Trice. O you Rogue are you there? You are welcome Hufwife, and fo are you Conftance, fa tofde re tol de re la. £<•**' tbm backs. Ifa. Prithee "be not fo rude Trice. _ |