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Show I - II I . . . . . . . . • • %02 Sir Martin Marr-all : Or, Sir Mart. I have no Stomach, Sir. Warn. Get you in with a Vengeance: You have a better Stomach than you think you have. [Pufhes him, Sir Mart. This hungry Diego Rogue would fhame m e; He thinks a Gentleman can cat like aServingman. Sir John. If you will not, adieu, dear Sir; In any thing command me. (Exit. Sir Mart. N o w we are alone ; Han't I carry'd Matters bravely, Surah. Warn. O yes, yes, you deferve Sugar-Plumbs; Firft, For Your quarrelling with Sir John; then for difcovering your Landlord: And laftlv, For refuting to dine with your Miftrels: All this is fince the laft Reckoning was wip'd out. Sir Mart. Then why did m y Landlord difguife himfelf, to make a Fool of us? Worn. You have fo little Brains, that a penn'orth of Butter melted under'em, would fet 'em afloat: he put on that Difguife to rid you of your Rival. Sir Mart. W h y was not I worthy to keep your Counfel then ? Warn. It had been much atone: You would but have drunk the Secret down, and pifs'd it out to the next Company. Sir Mart. Well, I find l a m a miforable M a n : I have loft m y Miftrefs, and may thank m y felf for't. Warn. You'll not confefs you are a Fool, I warrant. Sir Mart. Well, I am a Fool, if that will fatisfie you : But what a m I the nearer for being one ? Warn. 0 yes much the nearer; for now Fortune's bound to provide for you; as Hofpitals are built for lame People, becaufe they cannot help themfelves. Well; I have yet a Project in m y Pate. Sir Mart. Dear Rogue, what is't? Warn. Excufe m e for that: but while 'tis fet a working, You would do well to fcrue your felf into her Father's good Opinion. Sir Mart. If you will not tell me, m y Mind gives m e I fhall difcover it again. n am. I'll lay it as far out of your reach as I can poffible. For Secrets are edg'd Tools, And muft be kept from Children, and from Fools. [Exeunt. A C T III. Enter Rofe and Warner meeting. Rofe. T^Our Worfhip's moft happily encounter'd. h.r A Worn. Your Ladifhip's moft fortunately met. Hoje. I was going to your Lodging. H arn. M y Bufinefs was to yours. Rofe. I have fomething to fay to you, that Warn. I have that to tell you Rofe. Underftand then , Warn. If you'll hear me Rofe. I believe that Warn. I a m of Opinion that Rfe. Prithee hold thy peace a little till I have done. talking!' 7 y°UmeiCy' MrS R°fe> ^ not difpute yourantient privileges of Play S-«^^ her a better him to wait upon her. y " l H run and prepare Mill Mv T/T °li ¥°°*^ Mrs' Ml»efent, and Lady Dupe F^*' Moody, - - • • • '•••-- - • . . . The Feign'd Innocence. ..-. 1., 20 3 Moody. I like him much the better for't. For I hate one of thofe you call aMano'th' Town. One of thofe empty Fellows of meer outfide : They've nothing ofthe true Old Englifh Manlinefs. Rofe. I confefs, Sir, a Woman's in a fad Condition, that has nothing to truft to, but a Perriwig above, and a well trim'd Shoe below. . To them Sir Martin. Mill. This, Sir, is Sir John's Friend; he is for your humour, Sir; he is no Mart o'th' T o w n , but bred up in the old Elizabeth way of Plainnefs. Sir Mart. I, Madam, your Ladifhip may fay your pleafure of me. To them Warner. Warn. H o w the Devil got he here before m c ! 'Tis very unlucky I could not fee him firft Sir Mart. But as for Painting, Mufick, Poetry, and the like, I'll fay this of m y felf Warn. I'll fay that for him, m y Mafter underftands none of 'em, I afTure you, Sir. Sir Mart. You impudent Rafcal, hold your tongue: I muft rid m y hands of this Fellow ; the Rogue is ever difcrediting m e before Company. Moody. Never trouble your felf about it, Sir, for I like a M a n that Sir Mart. I know you do, Sir, and therefore I hope you'll think never the worfe of m e for his prating : for, though I do not boaft of m y own good Parts Warn. H e has none to boaft of, upon m y Faith, Sir. Sir Mart. Give him not the hearing, Sir; for, if I may believe m y Friends, they have flatter'd m e with an Opinion of more • Warn. Of more than their Flattery can make good, Sir 'tis true he tells you they have flatter'd him; but, in m y Confcience, he is the moft down-right fimple natur'd Creature in the World. Sir Mart. I fhall confider you hereafter, Sirrah; but I a m fure, 111 all Companies I pafs for a Vertuofo. Moody. Virtuofo! What's that too ? Is not Vertue enough, without 0J0 7 Sir Mart. You have Reafon, Sir! *• Moody. There he is again too; The Town-phrafe, a great Compliment I wifs; You have Reafon, Sir; that is, You are no Beaft, Sir. Warn. A word in private, Sir; You miftako this old M a n ; he loves neither Painting, Mufick, nor Poetry ; yet recover your Self, if you have any Brains. Sir Mart. Say you fo ? I'll bring all about again, I warrant you- I beg your Pardon a thoufand times, Sir; 1 vow to God I a m not Mafter of any of thofe Perfections; for in fine, Sir, I a m wholly ignorant of Painting, Mufick, and Poetry; Only fome rude Efcapes but, inline, they are fuch, that, In fine, Sir r/I fide Warn. This is worfe than all the reft. k*S£l Moody. By Coxbones, one word more of all this Gibbenlti, and old Madge fhall flie about your Ears : What is this in fine, he keeps fuch a coil ™ t o too ? Mill. 'Tis a Phrtfe A-la-mode, Sir, and is us'd in Convention now, as a Whiff of Tobacco was formerly, in the midft of a Difcourfe, for a thinking while. Lz.Dupe. In plain Englifh, in fine, is, in the end, Sir Mood But, by Coxbones, there's no end on't methinks: if thou wilt have a foohfh word to lard thy lean Difcourfe with,take an Englifh one when thou fpeak-ettg7ifb; l?So Sif,Ld, Then Sir; and So forth: 'tis a more Manly kind of Non-fence : and a Pox of in fine, for I'll hear no more on t. [Afide. Warn. He's gravell'd, and I mutt help him out M a d a m there's a Coach at door to carry you to the Play. Sir Mart. Which Houfe do you mean to go to ? Mill. T h e Duke's, I think. . . Sir Mart. 'Tis a damn'd Play, and has nothing in t. Mill. Then let's to the King's. Sir Mart. That's e'en as bad. [Afide. Warn. This is paft enduring. . ff } Bills Houfes. Moody. |