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Show a o o 'Sir Martin Marr-aU: Or, In fhott, Hind vou two cheated each other, Boil, to be true to me. ^ , thc K n i gi,t 0vcrreach'd. m. *-*£*£)fiffiU'4Ufi».»c«*r Ro/,. How now! What would ^^Xmtf; but keep your Coun- W»». This is our Landlord , « torn 1 tola y , r a ^ ^ ^ "'KTTwas looking hcre-away for one Sir Jtf. WW? they told me I might hear News of him in this Houfe. - ? But I have a Letter for you in my Pouch : There's plaguy News in't, I can tell you that. Sir John. From whom is your Letter f L W / . From your old Uncle Anthony Sir Tohn Give m e your Letter quickly. t i S Nay, foft and fair goes far-Hold you, hold you. It is not in this Pocket. TWn« Sir 7^«. Search in the other then I ftand on Thorns. Landl. I think I feel it now ; this fhou'd be hoo t Sir John. Pluck it out then. _^ f- . L W / . I'll pluck out m y Speaacles, and fee firft. IA"". To Mr. PaulGrimbald Apprentice t o - - T>rnther of the Neohew No, that's not for you, Sir that's for the Son of the Brother ot the Nephew ofthe Coufin of m y Goffip Dobfon. rwn* nn'r ? Sir <toA*. Prithee difpatch ; doft thou not know the Contents on t. Landl. Yes, as well as I do m y Pater Noftcr. Sir Tohn. Well, what's the Bufinefs on t i , i l l Nay, no great Bufinefs; 'tis but only that your Worflup's Father's dead. Sir John. M y Lots is beyond expreffion! how dy'd he ? L4«//. H e went to Bed as well to fee to as any M a n in England, And when he awaken'd the next Morning • Sir John. What then? Landl. H e found himfelf ftark dead. > - . , Sir John. Well, I muft of neceffity take Orders for m y Father s Funeral, and my Eftate ; Heaven knows with what Regret I leave you, Madam Mill But are you in fuch hafte, Sir, I fee you take an Occafions to be from me. Sir John. Dear Madam, fay not fo, a few days will, I hope, return m e to you. To them Sir Martin. Noble Sir Martin, the welcomeft M a n alive ! Let me embrace m y Friend. Rofe. H o w untowardly he returns the Salute ? Warner will be found out. [Afide. Sir John. Well, Friend, you have oblig'd m e to you eternally. Sir Mart. H o w have I oblig'd you, Sir ? I would have you to know I fcom your words; and I would I were hang'd if it be not the fartheft of m y Thoughts. Mill. O cunning Youth, he acts the Fool moft naturally. Were we alone, how would we laugh together ? [Afide. Sir John. This is a double Generality, To do m e Favours and conceal 'em from m e; But honeft Warner here has told m e all. Sir Mart. What has the Rafcal told you ? Sir John. Your Plot to try m y Miftrefs for m e you underftand me, concerning your Appointment. Warn. Sir, I defire to fpeak in private with you. Sir Man. This impertinent Rafcal, when I am moft bufie, I a m ever troubled with him. Warn. But it concerns you I fhould fpeak with you, good Sir. Sir Mart. That's a good one i'faith, thou knoweft Breeding well, that I fhould whifper with a Serving-man before Company. Warn. Remember, Sir, laft time it had been better Sir Mart. Peace, or I'll make you feel m y double Fifts; If I don't fright him, the fawcy Rogue will call me Fool before the Company. Mill. That was acted moft naturally again. [Afide. Sir John to him. But what needs this diifembling, fince you are refolv'd to quit my Miftrefs to m e ? Sir The Feign'd Innocence. 201 Sir Mart. I quit m y Miftrefs ! that's a good one i'faith. MM. Tell him you have forfaken me. Sir Mart. I underftand you, Madam, you would fave A Quarrel; but i'faith I am not fo bafe : I'll fee him hang'd firft. Warn. Madam, m y Mafter is convinced in Prude H e fhould fay fo; but Love o^mafters him : When you are gone perhaps he may. Mill. I'll go then : Gentlemen, your Servant; I fee m y prefence brings conftraint to theCompam Sir John. I'm glad fine's gone, now We may talk i For if you have not quitted her, you muft. more fix. [Ex. Mill. Rofe, ;i ai yuu navv uwi. IJUIH-VU "v., J\J\., IUUIII Warn. Pray, Sir, remember your felf; did not you fend m e of a Meffage Sir John, that for his Friendfhip'you had left Mrs. Millifent ? Sir Mart. W h y , what an impudent lying Rogue art thou 1 Sir John. How's this '. Has Warner cheated me ? Warn. D o not fufpect it in the leaft : You know, Sir, It was not generous before a Lady, T o fay he quitted her. Sir John. O ! was that it ? Warn. That was all: fay, Yes,' good Sir John or I'll twinge you. ' [Afide. Sir Mart. Yes, good Sir John. Warn. That's well; once in his Life he has heard good Counfel. [Afide. Sir Mart. Heigh, Heigh , what makes m y Landlord here ? he has put on a Fool's Coat, I think, to make us laugh. Warn. The Devil's in him ; he's at it again; his Folly's like a Sore jn,!a furfeited Horfe, Cure it in one place, and it breaks out in another. [Afide. Sir Mart. Honeft Landlord, i'faith, and what makes you here ? Sir John. Are you acquainted with this honeft M a n ? Landl. Take heed what you fay, Sir. [To Sir Martin foftly. Sir Mart. Take heed what I fay, Sir, why ? who fhould I be afraid of ? of you, Sir? I fay, Sir, I know him, Sir; and I have reafon to know him, Sir, for I a m fure I lodge in his Houfe, Sir - - • nay, never think to terrific me, Sir ; 'tis m y Landlord here in Charles-ftreet, Sir. Landl. N o w I expect to be paid for the Xcws I brought him. Sir John. Sirrah ! Did not you tell me that m y Father Landl. Is in very good health, for ought I know, Sir ; I befeech you to trouble your felf no farther concerning him. Sir John. W h o fet you on to tell this lie ? Sir Mart. I, w h o fet you on, Sirrah ? this was a Rogue that would cozen us both; he thought I did not know him: down on your Marrowbones, and confefs the Truth: Have you no Tongue, you Rafcal ? • " Sir John. Sure'tis fome filene'd Minifter : he's grown fo fat, he cannot fpeak. Landl. W h y , Sir, if you would know, 'twas for your fake I did it. Warn. For m y Matter's fake 1 why , you impudent Varlet, do-you think to 'fcape us with a Lie ? Sir John. H o w ! was it for his fake ? , Warn. 'Twas for his o w n , Sir; lie heard you were th' Occafion the Lady lodg'd not at his Houfe, and fo he invented this Lie; partly to revenge himfelf of you; and partly, I believe, in hope to get her once again, when you were gone. . Sir John. Fetch m e a Cudgel, prithee. ; Landl. O good Sir! if you beat me, I fhall run into Oil ^mediatelv. Warn. Hang him, Rogue, he's below your Anger: I'll maul him fj^~ the Rogue's fo°big, I think 'twill ask two daysto beat h.m all over. [ft ats him, Landl. O Rogue, O Villain, Warner, bid him hold, ^TetlouV without replying! muft W. as *?£$&£ Enter Rofe. Sir, Dinner waits you on the. Table. ^ Sir John. Friend, will you go along, and take pa. tot Refldi Sir Mart. Thank you; but I am juft rifen from lablc Warn. N o w he might fit with his Miftrefs, and has not the Vr it to find jtmrt. Sir John. You fhall be very welcome^ |