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Show <50 The Wild Gallant. • Burr. The fame. r .-, J/i. Sir T/»wrw« takes me for m y Coufin. W*'- 4rr. M y Lady Conftance miitakes m e for the Knight. [>g«. Ifa. Here, Sir ; through the dark Walk ; 'tis but a little way about : Hes my own beyond Redemption .... . ,.;,:'.. . rJ-JJld{' Burr. The Indies are mine; And a handfome Lady into the Bargain-[E-x^/tf. Enter Failer, dogging them as they go off. Fail. H e fhall be hang'd e'er he fhall get her. Thus far I have doggd 'em,and this way I a m fure they muft pafs e'er they come to the houfe: The Rogue had got die old Dog-trick of a Statefman; to fifh things out of wifer Heads than his own, and never fo much as take notice of him that gave the Counfel Enter Ifabelle and Burr again. N o w if I can but give her the hint without his knowledge! - - - M a d a m M y Lady Constance Ifa. Whofe Voice is that ? „ n r. Fail. A word in private, or you are undone : Pray ftep afide. Burr. Where are you, M a d a m ? Ifa. Immediately, Sir Timorous _ , , , Fail. You are miftaken,Madam : 'tis not Sir Timorous; but Burr in his Cloaths. H e has ftript the Knight; gag'd him, and lock'd him up. Ifa. Failer ? . . ' Fail. The fame: I could not but prevent your Unhappinefs, though I hazard m y Perfon in the difcovery I v o w to gad, Madam. Burr. Whofe that talks to you m y Lady Conftance. Ifa. A Maid of m y Acquaintance that's come to take her leave of m e before I Marry ; the Poor Soul does fo pity me. Burr. H o w will that Maid lie thinking of you and m e to Night! Ifa. Has he the Key about him ? (To Failer. Fail. I think fo, Madam. Ifa. Could not you poffibly pick his Pocket, and give m e the Key; then let m e alone to releafe Sir Timorous; and you fhall be Witnefs of the Wedding. Fail. Igad you want your Coufin Ifabelle's W i t to bring that to pafs, M a d a m. Ifa. I warrant you m y o w n Wit will ferve to Fool Burr And you too, or I a m much deceiv'd [Afide. Fail. I a m a little apprehenfive of the Rafeal's Fingers fince I felt 'em laft; and yet m y fear has not Power to refill the fweet temptation of revenge ; I v o w to gad I'll try, M a d a m • Ifa. Never fear ; let m e alone to keep him bufie Burr. Come, Madam, and let m e take off thofe taftlefs Kiffes the Maid gave you; May w e not join Lips before w e are Married ? Ifa. No, fie, Sir Timorous. [They ftruggle a little, and in that time VdWtt picks his Pocket of the ](fy. Fail. I have it Here 'tis-'-Now fhift for your felf as I'll do: I'll wait you in the Alley. [Exit Fail. Ifa. Sir Timorous, pray go into m y Chamber ; and make no noife till I return: I'll but fetch the little M a n of God, and follow you in atwinckling. Burr. There's no light I hope. • Ifa. Not a fpark Burr. For to light m e to the Mark [Exit Burr. Ifa. What a feowring have I fcapt to Night / Fortune, 'tis thou haft been ingenious for m e ! Allons Ifabelle I Courage / N o w to deliver m y Knight from the Enchanted Cattle. [Exit Ifabelle, Enter Loveby led by Setftone antickly Habited; with a Torch in one hand, and a Wand in the other. Lov. What art thou that haft led m e this long hour Through Lanes and Alleys, and blind Paffages? Set, I a m thy Genius; and Conduct thee to Wealth, Fame, and Honour; what thoucom'ft to do Do boldly : Fear not; with this rod I Charm thee ; And neither Elf nor Goblin now can H a r m thee. Lov. Well, march on; if thou art m y Genius, thou art bound to be Anfwerable forS emte.: F eIa'lrl n hoatv me yt hSeoen h.a ng'd if I mifearry. Lov, The Wild Gallant. 6r Lov. Fear not quoth a ! 'then prithee put on a more Familiar fhape : One of Us two ftinks extremely : Prithee do not come fo near m e : I do not love to have m y Face blcach'd like a Tiffany with thy Brimftone Set. Fear not, but follow m e Lov. 'Faith I have no great mind to't: I a m fomewhat godly atprefent; but flay a Month longer and I'll be proud, and fitter for thee : In the mean time prithee ftay thy Stomach with fome Dutchman: An Hollander with Butter will fry rarely in Hell. Set. Mortal, 'tis now too late for a retreat: G o on and live; ftep back and thoh art mine. Lov. So I a m however; firft or laft, but for once I'll truft thee The Scene opens, and difcover s Conftance ; and a Far fon by her, fhe habited like Fortune; F.nter again. Set. Take here the mighty Queen of good and ill; Fortune: Firft Marry, then enjoy thy fill Of lawful Pleafures ; but depart e'er Morn : Slip from her Bed, or elfe thou fhalt be torn Piece-meal by Fiends; thy bloud carows'd in Bowls, And thy four quarters blown to th' top of Fouls. 1 ov. By your favour I'll never venture it: Is marrying the bufinefs; I'll none I thank vou [Here Conftance Whifpers Setftone. Set. Fortune will turn her back if twice deny'd. Lov. W h y flic may turn her Girdle too on t'other fide. This is the Devil; I will not venture on her. Set. Fear not; fhe fwearsthou fhalt receive no harm. Lov. I, if a Mandurft truft her ; but the Devil is got into fuch an ill name for lying. Set. W h e n e'er you are not pleas'd, it fhall be lawful to fue out your Divorce. Lov. I; but where fhall I get a Lawyer ? There you are aforehand with m e , You have retain'd moft of them already For the favoufs I have receiv'd, I am very much her Servant, but in the way of Matrimony, Mr. Parfon there can tell you 'tis an Ordinance1; and muft not be enter'd into without mature deliberation : Befides , Marriages yon know are made in Heaven ; and that I a m fure this was not. Set. She bids you then, at leaft, reftore that Gold, which fhe, too lavifhly, pour'd out on you unthankful M a n Lov. 'Faith I have it not at prefent; 'tis all gone, as I a m a Sinner; but, 'tis gone wickedly ; all fpent in the Devil her Father's Service. Set. Where is the grateful fence of all your favours ? Come, Fiends, with Flefh-hooks tear the Wretch in pieces, and bear his Soul upon your leathern Wings, below the Fountain of the dark Abyfs. Lov. What, Are you a Conjuring? If your good at that fport, I can Coniure as well as vou- [Draws his Sword. Con. Hold ; for Heaven's fake hold, I a m no Spirit: Touch but m y hand; Ghofts have no Flcfh and Blood. [Dijcovering. Lov. M y Lady Conftance! I began to fufpect it might be a trick; but never could imagine you the Author: it feems you are defirous I fhould Father tins Hans en fielder heere. . ' Con. I k n o w not h o w without a blufh to tell you it was a cheat I practis d tor your Love. . ... Set. A meer Tympany, Sir, rais'-d by a Cufhion ; you fee 'tis gone already. Con. Setftone was fent to have acquainted you ; but by the way unfortunately mifs'd you. Lov * T w a s vou then that fupplv'dmc all this while with Money; pretty Familiar, I hope to make thee amends e'er I fkep to Night: ComeParlon, prethee make haft and join us. I long to be out of her debt poor Rogue. [The Parfentfikes them to thefide ofthe Stage: They turn their backs to the Audience, while he mumbles to them. Set. I'll be the Clark ; Amen, give vou joy Mr. Bridegroom, and Mrs. Bride. Lov. Conft. Thanks hone(LSV//W ; [Bib. Franc. And Mufick without, they Play. CMoufm icHka Grok d! g iWvhe avto unro iWfoer ifsh tihpa ta ?g oIso dt heisv eMnu Mfirc.k L ootv eyboyu.r providing, SSeett.f tAolnaes., |
