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Show .Q The Wild Gallant. ^i^ffiSSft* * " ssr"u p o n m e'a n d a M a n muft not go againft his Conference. There Officers- Lov. to A W . ] Ola Man, if it were not for thy Daughtet-- & S^S^Sr^e'Taver, ^SSSXS "SSrESSS ?SSS Sir. This is twice to Day, £*£» truft a Gentlewoman, and Bail a Ragamuffin : I am fore he call d you Cuckold but Yefterday, and faid he would make you one. . . ,,, . . Lov. Look you Frances, I am a M a n of Honour, and if I faid it, 111 not break '%r ThTJe hew'as with you again, Frances: An excellent good Jeft Ifaithh Franc. I'll not endure it, that I won't, fo I won't: I'll go to the Juftice's W o r - fhip and fetch a Warrant for him. • , ... Lov. But Landlady, the word Cuckold will bear no Aftion in the L a w , except you could prove your Husband prejudie'd by it Have any of his Cufto-mers forfook him for't ? or, any Mercer refus'd to truft him the lefs, for m y calling Franc Nay, I know not for the Mercers; perhaps the Citizens may take it for no flander among one another, as they fay ; but for the Gentlemen Lov. Will, Have they forfaken thee upon it ? Bib. No, I affure you, Sir. L<w.No,I warrant 'um: A Cuckold has the figmfication of an honeft well-meaning Citizen ; one that is not given to iealoufies or fufpitions ; a juft Perfon to his Wife, &c. one that, to fpeak the worft of him, does but to her, what he would be content fhould be done to her by other Men. Franc. But that another M a n fhould be the Father of his Children, as they fay; I don't think that a Civil thing Husband. Lov. Not Civil, Landlady ! W h y all things are Civil that are made fo by Cuftom. Bib. W h y may not he get as fine Children as I, or any M a n ? Franc. But if thofe Children, diat are none of yours, fhould call you Father, William! Bib. If they call m e Father, and are none of mine; I a m the more beholding to 'um. Franc. Nay, if that be your humour, Husband, I a m glad I know it, that I may pleafe you the better another time, as they fay. [Exit Frances. Btb. Nay, but Frances, Frances; 'tis fuch another W o m a n . [Exit Bibber. Lov. 'Tis fuch another M a n : « my Coat and Sword, Boy, I muft go to Juftice Trice's; bring the W o mAe nC, aTnd comeI Vaf.ter me. [Exit Loveby. Table fet with Cards upon it. Trice Walking: Enter Servant. Serv. Ql R, fome Company is without upon Juftice bufinefs. £ 5 Trice. Sawcy Rafcal, to ditturb m y Meditations. [Exit Serv. -I, it fhall be he: Jack Loveby, Whatthink'ft thou of a G a m e of Picqnet, we two, hand to fift ! You and I will play one fingle G a m e for ten Pieces : 'tis deep ttake Jack ; but, 'tis all one between us two : You fhall Deal Jack : W h o , I, Mr. Juftice, that's a good one, you muft give m e ufe for your hand then; that's fix 1 th hundred? Come, lift, lift; mines a ten; Mr. Juftice: Mines a King, oh ho, Jack, you Deal. I have the advantage of this I'faith, if I can keep ic. He Deals 12a Piece; 2 by 2. And looks on his o w n Cards. I take feven, and look on this Now for you Jack Lovely. EnterLovtby behind. Lov. How's this? A m I the M a n he fights with? Trice. Trice. ] there' The Wild Gallant. * { ice. 111 do you right JM ; as I am an honeft Man you muft difeard this :s no other way: If you were my own Brother I could do no bet for v<£ •Zounds, the Rogue has a Quint-Ma^ and three Aces younger tnd Stay; What am I for the Point ? but bare Forty ^ K ^ ^ andFnvefor the Point 20, and , by Aces, 2?, well' l t ^ M ? % 8 *£**|> **? Box on't, now I mult play into his hand < _ n o w i oU taken W , 5. 24. 25. 26. 27. 2g. 29. *o. and the Cards Forty. ' 5 Lov. Hitherto it goes well on m y fide ; U;TT' ?°V , : I ? o w m a n y d o y°u ^ke Jack? All? Then I am TOne- What a rife is here! 14 by Aces, andaSixieme Major : lam gone, 4houtiook' mgintomyCards-_-I, I (Takes up an Ace and bites it.) T W g h t T T f w M a n Play'd wit 1 fuch curs'd Fortune,I'll be hang'd,and all for Wan!of this damn'd Rafe^puTre. *$* ** "v$ ^ * *°* ™ y°U' f°r a R°°kinS b^[Y Loveby Enters. Lov. W h a t occafion have I given you for thefe words, Sir? Rook and Rafcal' I a m no more Rafcal than your felf, Sir. Trice. How's this; how's this ! . Lov. And though for this time I put it up, becaufe I am a Winner. rr- . ,TT1 ., [Snatches the Gold Trice. What a Devil do'ft thou put up ? Not m y Gold I hope Jack ? Lov. By your favour but I do; and 'twas w o n fairly ; a Sixieme, and Fourteen by Aces by your o w n confeffion What a Pox w e don't make Clnldrens Play I hope? Trice. Well, remember this, Jack : h o m this hour I forfwear playinrAvith you when I a m alone ; What, Will you bate m e nothing on't ? Lov. Not a Farthing, Juftice: I'll be Judged by you, if I had loft you w o have taken every piece on't: What I Win, I W i n And there's an end. Enter Servant. Serv. Sir, thefe People ftay without, and will not be anfwer'd. 'I rice. Well, What's their bufinefs ? Serv. Nay, no great matter : Only a Fellow for getting a Wench with Child. Trice. N o great matter fai ft thou; 'Faith but it is: Is he a Poor Fellow, or a Gentleman? Serv. A very Poor Fellow, Sir. Trice. Hang him, Rogue, make his Mittimus immediately; muft fuch as he prefume to get Children ? Lov. Well confider'd : A Poor lowfie Rafcal, to intrench upon the Game Gentlemen! he might have pafs'd his time at Nine-Pins, or Shovel-Board, that had been fit fport for fuch as he ; Juftice, have no Mercy on him. Trice. No, by the Sword of Juftice will I not. ^ Lov. Swear'ft thou, ungracious Boy ? That's too much on t'other hand for a Gentleman. I Swear not, I Drink nor, ICurfenot, I Cheat not; they are un-neceffary Vices: I five fo much out of thofe Sins, and take it out in that oncne-ceffary Vice of Wenching. Enter Loveby'i Boy. Boy. Sir, the Parries arc without according to your order. Lov. 'Tis well; bring u'm in Boy. Enter Lady D u Lake, and two or three Whores. Juftice, I recommend this Ancient Gentlewoman, with thefe vertuous I.adics, to thy Patronage; for her part, file is a Perfon of exemplary Life and Behaviour. of fingular Conduct to breakthrough, and patience to bear the affaults of Fortu;. A general Benefactrefs of Mankind, and in fine a promoter of that great W o r k of Nature, Love. Trice. Or, as the Vulgar Tranfiation hath it, a very fufficient, and fingula: good-Bawd: Is'fhotfo Boy? L. Dulake. T o fee the ingratitude of this Generation! I that have fpent m y Youth, fet at nought m y Fortune, and what is more dear to me, m y Honour, in the fervice of Gentlemen ; fhould now in m y old Age be left to want and Beggary, as if I were the vileft, and moft unworthyCreature upon God's Earrh.fO Lov. Nay, good Mother, do not take it fo bitterly. L. Dulake. I confefs the unkindnefs of it troubles me. Lov. |