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Show +4 The Wild Gallant. Enter Trice, Burr, Timorous, undrefs'd. Alt: Where! W here ! Fail. One was here juft n ow ; and it fhould be Loveby by his Voice, but I have no Witnefs. Trice. It cannot be he ; he wants no Money. Burr. Come, Sirrah ; 111 take pitty on you to Night; you fhall lie in the Truckle-Bed. Trice. Pox o'this Noife, it has difturb'd m e from-fuch a Dream of Eating ! [Exeunt Omnes. A C T III. Conftance, Ifabelle. Con. " I ^Was ill luck to have the meeting broken laft Night, juft as Setftone was coming towards him. Ifa. But in part of recompence you'll have the pleafure of putting him on farther ftreights : O, thefe little mifchiefs are Meat and Drink to me. Con. H e fhall tell me from whence he has his Money: I a m refolv'd now. to try him to the utmoft. Ifa. I would devife fomething for to do, which he could not poffibly perform. Con. As I live yonder he comes with the Jewel in his hand he promifs'd m e; prithee leave m e alone with him. Ifa. Speed the Plough; if I can make no fport I'll hinder none: ; I'll .to mv Knight, Sir Timorous ; fhortly you fhall hear news from Damatas. [Exit Ifabelle. Enter Loveby. Lov. Look you, Madam, here's the Jewel; do m e the favour to accept it, and fuppofe a very good Complement deliver'd with it. Con. Believe m e a very fair Jewel: But,Why will you be at this needlefs charge ? What acknowledgment do you expect ? You know I will not Marry you. Lov. H o w the Devil do I know that ? I do not conceive m y felf, underCorrecti-on, fo inconfiderable a Perfon. Con. You'll alter your partial Opinion, when I tell, you 'tis not a flafh of Wit fires me ; nor is it a gay out-fide can feduce m e to Matrimony. Lov. I a m neither Fool, nor deform'd fo much as to be defpicable. What do I want. Con. A good Eftate, that makes every thing handlome ; nothing can look weU without it. Lov. Does this Jewel exprefs Poverty ? Con. I conjure you- by your love tome,, tell m e one truth not mine'dby your invention : H o w came you by this Jewel ? Lov. 'Tis well I haVe a Voucher; pray ask your o w n Jeweller Setftone, if I did not buy it of him. Con. H o w glad you are now, you can tell a truth fo near a lie : but, Where had you the Money that p\ichas'd itr'Corhe, -Withoutcircumitanccs and preambles Lov. U m h , :Perhaps that may be a fecret. . Say it be one ; yet he that lov'd indeed, could not keep it from his Miitrifs W h y fhould you be thus importunate ? Coh. Becaufe I cannot think you love me,, if you will not truft that to m y Knowledge, which vou conceal from all the World befide. '. You urge m e deeply- '. Come, tweet Servant,, yio u fhall tell m e ; I a m refolv'd to take no denial: uydoyoufigh? • •• If I be Wafted it muft out. . Either tell me, or refolve to take your leave for ever. Then know I have m y means ; I know not how. Con. This is a fine fecret. Love. W h y then if you will needs know, 'tis from the Devil; I have Money from him, what, and when I pleafe. Con. Have you feal'd a Covenant, and given away your Soul for Money ? Lov. N o fuch thing intended on m y part. Con. The Wild Gallant. 4.5 Con. H o w then? Lov. I know not. yet what conditions he'll propofe: I fhould havefpoke with him laft Night, but that a crofs chance hindcr'd it. Con. Well, m y Opinion is,fome great Lady that is in love with you,fupplies you ftill; and you tell m e an incredible Tale of the Devil, meerly to fhadow your infidelity. Lov. Devife fome m^eans to try me. Con. I take you at your word ; you fhall fwcar freely to beftow on me, what ever you fhall gain this unknown way ; and for a Proof, becaufe you tell m e you . can have Money, what and when you pleafe ; bring m e an hundred Pounds e'er Night: [If I do marry him for a Wit, I'll fee what he can do; he fhall have none from me. m [Afide. Lov. You overjoy me, Madam ; you fhall have it, and 'twere twice as much. Con. How's this ! Lov. The Devil a crofs that I have; or know where to get; but I muft promifc well to fave m y credit: N o w Devil, if thou do'tt forfake m e ! [Afide. Con. I miftruft you ; and therefore if you fail, I'll have your hand to fhow a-gainft you ; Here's Ink and Paper. [Loveby writes. Enter Burr and Timorous. Burr. W h a t makes Loveby yonder? He's Writing fomewhat. Tim. I'll go fee [Looks over him. Lov. Have you no more Manners than to overlook a M a n when he's a Waiting? -Oh, Iss'\t yyoouu SSiirr TTiimmoorroouuss ?? YYoouu mmaayy f tand ftill; now I think on't you can-not read written hand. Burr. You are very familiar with Sir Timorous. Lov. Sol am with his Companions, Sir. Burr. Then there's hope you and I may be better acquainted: I a m one of his Companions. Lov. By what title, as you are an Afs, Sir. Con. N o more Loveby .,'„•• I Fov I need not, Madam; alas this Fellow is only the Solhcitor of a quarrel, till he has brought it to an Head; and will leave the fighting part to the Curteous Pledger Do not I know thefe Fellows ? You fhall as foon perfuadc a Maftift to M e n on a Lion, as one of thefe to ingage with a Courage above their own : They know well enough w h o they can beat, and w h o can beat them. Enter Failer at a diflance. Fail. Yonder they are; now would I compound for a reafonable fumm that I were Friends with Burr: If I a m not, I fhall lofe Sir Timorous. Con. O, Servant, havelfpy'd you! let m e run into your Arms. Fail. I renounce m y Lady Conftance ! I vow to gad I renounce her. Tim. T o your Task, Burr. Enter Nonfuch and Ifabelle. Con. Hold, Gentlemen; no fign of quarrel I . ^J Non. O Friends! I think I fhall go mad with Grief: I have loft more Money. Lov. Would I had it: That's all the harm I wifh m y felf: Your Servant, Madam; t go about the bufinefs. [** Lov&bY-Non. What! Does he take no pity on me ? Con. Prithee moan him Ifabelle. ' . Ifa. Alas, alas Poor Nuncle ! could they find in their Hearts to rob him Non. Five hundred Pounds out of Poor fix thoufand Pounds a Years! I and mine are undone for ever. Fail. Your o w n Houfe you think is clear, m y Lord f Con. I dare anfwer for all there, as much as for m y felf. Burr. O h that he would but think that Loveby had it! Fail. If you'll be Friends with me, I'll try what I can perfuade him to. Burr. Here's m y hand, I will Dear Heart. . . Fail. Your own Houfe being clear, m y Lord; I am apt to fuipeft this Loveby foi foeh a Perfon : Did you marVhow abruptly he went out: Non. Hedid indeed, Mr. Failer: but, W h y fhould Ifufpeft him 'Hi.carriage is fair, and his means great: H e could never live after this ^ " J ™ ™ > > „ Fail. This ftill renders him the more fufpicious : H e has no Land to m y Know ledge. [A fide- Burr. Well faid mifchief-; L £#JW |