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Show 48 The Wild Gallant. Enter Nonfuch and two Servants. Non. What's the matter ? Fail. Your Niece Ifabelle has ftollen away Sir Timorous. Non. Which way took they ? Fail. Follow me, I'll fbew you. Non. Break your Necks after him, you idle Varlets. [Exeunt Omnes, Enter Loveby : Loveby's Collar unbutton'd, Band carelefty on, Hat on the Table, as new rifing from fletp. Lov. Boy! H o w long have I flept Boy ? Enter Boy. Boy. T w o hours and a half, Sir. Lov. What's't a Clock, Sirrah ? Boy. Near four, Sir. Lov. W h y there's it: I have promis'd m y Lady Conftance an hundred Pounds e'r Night; I had four hours to perform it if! when Iengag'd to do it: and I have flept out more than two of them : all m y hope to get this Money lies within the compafs of that Hat there Before I lay down I made bold a little to Prick m y Finger, and Write a Note in the Blood of it,to this fame Friend of mine in to'ther World, that ufes to fupply m e : The Devil has now had above two hours to perform it in; all which time I have flept to give him the better Opportunity: Time enough for a Gentleman of his agility to fetch it from the Eaft-Indks, out of one of his Temples where they Worlhip him ; or if he were lazy, and not minded to go fo far; 'twere but ftepping over Sea, and borrowing fo much Money, out of his o w n Banck at Amflcrdam! Hang't, what's an hundred Pounds between him andme-^ Now does m y Heart go Pit a Pat, for fear I fhould not find the M o ney there: I would fain lift it up to fee, and yet I a m fo fraid of miffing : Yet a Plague, why fhould I fear he'll fail m e ; the N a m e of Friend's a Sacred thing ; fure he'llconfider that: Methinks this Hat looks as if it fhould have fome-thing under it : If one could fee the Yellow Boys peeping underneath the Brims now: Ha ! {Looks under round about) In m y Confcience I think I do : Stand out oth'way, Sirrah, and be ready to gather up the Pieces that will flufhout ofthe Hat as I take it up. Boy. What is m y Matter mad trow. [Loveby Snatches up the Hat, looks in it haftily, and fees nothing but the Paper. Lov. N o w the Devil take the Devil: A h plague! W a s ever M a n ferv'd fo as I am .< (Throws his Hat upon the Ground.) T o break the Bonds of Amity for ioo Pieces: Well, it fhall be more out of thy way than thou imagin'ft, Devil: I'll turn Parfon, and be at open defiance with thee; I'll lay the Wickednefs of all People upon thee though thou art never fo innocent; I'll convert thy Bawds and Whores; I'll Hector thy Gamefters, that they fhall not dare to fwear, curfe or bubble; Nay, I'll fet thee out fo, that thy very Ufurers and Aldermen fhall fear to have to do with thee. [A Noife within of Ifabelle and Frances Enter Frances, thru fling back Ifabelle and Timorous. Fran. H o w now what's the matter ? Ifa. Nay , fweet Miftrefs, be not fo hard-hearted: All I defire of you is but harbour for a minute: You cannot in humanity deny that fmall fuccour to a Gentlewoman. Franc. A Gentlewoman.' I thought fo, m y Houfe affords no harbour for Gentlewomen: You are a Company of proud Harlotries; I'll teach you to take place of Tradefmen's Wives with a wannion to you. Lov. How's this, M a d a m Ifabelle. Ifa. Mr. Loveby ! H o w happy am I to meet with you in m y diftrefs! Lov. What's the matter M a d a m ? Ifa. I'll tell you, if this Gentlewoman will give m e leave. franc. N o Gentlewoman, I will not give you leave; they are fuch as w e maintain your Pride, as they fay. [Ifabelle and Loveby Whifpers^ Our Husbands trultyou, and you muft go before their Wives. lam fure m y Goodman never goes to any of your Lodgings but he comes home the worfe for it, as they fay Lov. Is that all! Prethee good Landlady, for m y fake entertain m y Friends t J S S i i • ?ent r leman's W o r f h i P had ^ m e alone, it may be I might have entertain d him ; but for you Minion! J s *** ni F •/ ^ r T N ° n f u c h , Failer, Burr, and Officers : Cry within here, here terf^dwe^imtnS Tim. The Wild Gallant. \9 tdSoubfc\ ^ a ftmngC thlUg ° f y0U'S t h i s > M l d a m J '° bring a M an Fail. You are not yet Mairicd to her ; Tim. Not that I remember. Ifa. Well Failer, I fhall find a time to reward your di'f Lov. If the Knight would have own'd his action, I fhould have taught fome of you more manners, fhan to come with Officers into m y Lodging. Franc. I'm glad with all m y Heart this Minx is prevented^ her defign • The Gentleman had got a great catch of her, as they fay. His old Father in the Country would have given him but little thank for't, to fee him bring down a fine-bred W o m a n , with a Lute, and a Dreffing-Box, and a handful of Money to her Portion Ifa. Good Miftrefs What'.-clack! I know your quarrel to the Ladies, do they* take up the Gallants from the Tradefmen's Wives ? Lord, what a grievous thing it is for a She-Citizen to be forcer] to have Children by her o w n HusBand ! Franc. Come, come, you're a flanderousHufwife', and I skorn your hariottrV trick that I do, fo I do. Ifa. Steeple-Hat your Husband never gets a good look when lie comes home, except he brings a Gentleman to Dinner; whoifhecafts an amorous Eye towards' you; then , truft him good Husband, fweet Husbnnd truft him for m y fake : Verily the Gentleman's an honeft Man, I read it in his countenance : And if you fhould not be at home to receive the Money* I know he will pay the debt to me, Is't not fo Miftrefs ? Enter Bibber in Slippers, with a skein of Silk about his Nick. Franc. Will you fee m e wrong'd thus, under m y o w n roof, as they favJ'Vitliam? Ifa. Nay, 'tis very true Miftrefs: You let the M e n with old complements take up new Cloaths : I do not mean your Wives Cloaths Mr. Merchant-Taylor. Bib. Good ifaith ! a notable fmart Gentlewoman ! Ifa. Look to your V/ife. Sir, or in time fhe may undo your Trade: Forfhe'U get all your Men-Cuftomcrs to her felf. Bib. A n d I fhould be hang'd, I can forbear no longer. [He plucks out his Meafure, and runs to Ifabelle to take Meafure of her. •I/a. H o w now ! W h a t means Prince Pericles by this ? [Bibber on his t\ri Bib. I muft beg your Ladifhip ev'n to have the honour to truft you but for your Gown, for the fake of that laft Jell. Flowr'd Satten, wrought Tabby, Silver upon any grounds: I fhall run mad if I may not truft your Ladiftiip. Franc. I think you arc mad already, as they lay, William: You fhall not truft her [Plucks him back. I a m a Lion when I a m anger'd. In thefe Cloath Bib. Let m e alone Era, Ifa. Pray do not pull your Lion by the tail fo Mifi that he n o w takes meafure of m e for, will I marry Sir Timorous, mark that, and tremble, Failer. Fail. Never threaten me, M a d a m , you're a Perfon I defpife, Ifa. I v o w to gad I'll be even with you, Sir. [Exit Ifibelfe. Non. to the Bailiffs.~\ And when you have arretted him, before you fearch him for m y Gold. Bailiffs to Loveby.~\ W e arreft you, Sir, at m y Lord Nonfuch his Suit. Lov. M e you Rafcals! Non. Search him for m y Gold ; you know the marks on't. Lov. If they can find any mark'd or unmark'd Gold about m e ; they'll find more than I can, You expect I fhould refift. n o w ; no, no, I'll hamper you for this ' Bail. There's nothing to he found about him. Fail. 'Tis no matter, toPrifon with him ; there all his Debts will come upon him. Lov. What hurried to durance like a Stinkard .' Bib. N o w as I live a pleafant Gentleman ; I could find in m y Heart to Bail .him; but I'll overcome m y felf, and Ileal away. [Is gf Bail, Come, Sir, w e muft provide you of another Lodging; but I believe you'll fcarce like it. Lov. If I do not,I ask no favour; pray turn m e out of Doors. Bib. Turn him out of Door ! What a left was there ? N o w and I fhould be ang'd I cannot forbear Bailing him: Stay Officers! I Bail him Body and Soul for hang'd I cannot forbear Bailing that Jeff. Fail. Let us be gone in time, Burr G [Exeunt Burr. Failer, Timorous. Franc. |