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Show 2 06 Sir -Martin Marr-all: Or, O thisnaugl But did >rdfhip win her foon? Lord No, IS li difficulty. Girl had tome Religion m her, all m y • : Hut vou Men are ttrange Tempters: Good, m y Lord, wl, \ct then lirft committed? it-Room upon a Trunk. _ ^ ! ,,. r I leart, what fhift Love makes ! Oh fhe does Love you dearly, t|)01 ruin! And then what place, m y Lord ? teRoom, witbadecay'd Bed in't. w. Out upon that dark Room for Deeds ot Darknefs '..And that rotten | I ] v v.ndcr irdid hold your Lordfhip':. Vigor: But you dealt gently with the Gftl Well, vou (hall fee I Love you, for I will manage this Bufinefs to both your A d es bv the affiftance ofHeav'n 1 will: Good, m y Lord, help to lead m e o u r; • [Exeunt. Enter Warner and Rofe. Reft A Mifchief upon all Fools! D o you think your Mafter has not done wifely ? Firft to miftake our Old Man's Humour, then to difpraife the Plays : And laftly, to difcover his Acquaintance with m y Miftrefs. M y Old Mafter has taken fuch a loufy of him, that he will never admit him into his fight agaip. " Worn. Thou mak'ft thy felf a greater Fool than he, by being Angry at w h >- lie cannot help I have'been angry with him too, ! Ken up the Ouarrel - [Shews Gold.'] Look you, he has lent thefe Mediators to mitigate your Wrath : Here are twenty of'em have made a long Voyage from Guinny to kits your Hands: And when the Match is made, there are an hundred more in dine'fs to be your Humble Servants. Rofe, Rather than fall out with you, I'll take 'em ; but I confefs it troubles m e to fee fo loyal a Lover have the Heart of an Emperour, and yet fcarce the Brains of a Cobler. Worn. Well, what device can w e two beget betwixt us, to fcparate Sir John Swallow and thy Miftrefs. Role. I cannot on the fudden tell; but I hate him worfe than Foul Weather with-t a Coach. Warn. Then I'll fee if m y Project will be luckier than thine. Where are the Papers concerning the Joynture I have heard you fpeak of? Rofe. They lie within in three great Bags, fome twenty Reams of Paper in each Bundle, with fix Lines in a Sheet: But there is a little Paper where all the Bufinefs lies. Worn. Where is it? Canft thou help m e to it ? Rofe. By good chance he gave it to m y Cuftody before he fet out for London. You came in good time, here it is, I was carrying it to him: Juft n o w he fent for it Worn. So, this I will fecure in m y Pocket: W h e n thou art ask'd for it, make two or three bad Faces, and fay 'twas left behind: By this means he muft of neccffity leave the Town, to fee for it in Kj nt. Enter Sir John, Sir Martin, Mrs. Millifent. Sir John. 'Tis no matter, though the Old M a n be fufpicious; I knew the ftory all before-hand ; and fince then you have fully fatisfy'd m e of your true Friendfhip to m e Where are the Writings ? [To Rofe. Rofe. Sir, I beg your Pardon; I thought I had put'em up amongft m y Ladys tilings, and,it feems, in m y hafte I quite forgot 'em, and left 'em at Canterbury. Sii This is horribly unlucky 1 Where do you think you left 'em ? Rofe. Upon the great Bpx in m y Ladys Chamber ; they are fafe enough I'm fure. Sir John. It muft be fo • I muft take Polf immediately: Madam, for fome few Days I muft be abfent; And to confirm you, Friend, how much I truft you, I leave the deareft Pledge I have on Earth, M y Miftrefs, to your care. Mill. If you Lov'd me, you would not take all Occafions to leave m e thus! Warn. [Afide.'] Do, go to Kjnt, and when vou come again, 1 lere they are read y for you. [Shows the Papers. Sir Mart. What's that you have in your Hand there, Sirrah ? Warn. [Afide.] Pox, what ill luck was this! W h a t fhall I fay ? Sir Ma>t. sometimes you've Tongue enough, what are you iilent ? "am. ''tis an Account, Sir, of what Money vou have loft fince you came to town, ' ' J Sir M The Feign'd Innocence. 207 • » • - ^ - ! • • • « I -' ~ • • • - - • - , ,- I - ' | | • Sir Mart. I'm very glad on't : now I'll make you ail 1 ity of m y Fortune give m e the Paper. Warn. Heaven! What does he mean to do? It is not fair writ out, Sir. Sir John. Befides, I a m in hafte, another time, Sir • Sir Mart. Pray, oblige m e , Sir 'tis but one minute: all people love to be pity'd in their Misfortunes, anjjfodo T: will you produce it, Sirrah ? Warn. Dear Mafter! Sir Mart. Dear Rafcal! A m i Mafter or you ? You Rogue! Warn. Hold yet, Sir, and let m e read it: You cannot read m v hand. Sir Mart. This is ever his way, to be difparaging m e but I'll let you fe Sirrah, that I can read your hand better than you your felf can. Warn. You'll repent it, there's a Trick in't, Sir Sir Mart. Is there fo, Sirrah ? But I'll bring you out of all your Tricks with a Vengeance to you [Read's. H o w now! What's this ? A true particular ofthe Eftate of Sir John SwaOow,Knlghv, lying, and fcituate in, &c. Sir John. This is the very Paper I had loft : [Takes the Paper. I'm very glad on't, it has fav'd m e a moft unwelcome Journey But I will not thank you for the Courtefie, which now 1 find you never did intend me this is Confederacy, I fmoke it now Come, Madam, let m e wait on you to your Father. Mill. Well, of a witty Man, this was the foolifhelt part that ever I beheld. [Ex. Sir John, Millifent, and Rofe. Sir Mart. I a m a Fool, I muft confefs, and I a m the moft miferable one without thy Help -but yet it was fuch a Miftake, as any M a n might have made. Warn. N o doubt on't. Sir Mart. Prithee chide m e ! This Indifference of thine wounds m e to the heart. Warn. \ care not. Sir Mart. Wilt thou not help m e for this once ? Warn. Sir, I kits your hands, I have other Bufinefs. Sir Mart. Dear Warner ! Warn. I a m inflexible. Sir Mart. Then I am refolv'd I'll kill m y felt. Warn. You are Mafter of your own Body. Sir Mart. Will you let m e damn m y Soul ? Warn. At your Pleafure, as the Devil and you can agree about if. Sir Mart. D' ye fee, the Point's read y ? Will you do nothing to fave m y Lite :' Warn. Not in the leaft. Sir Mart. Farewel, hard-hearted Warner. Warn. Adieu, foft-headed Sir Martin. SirM«r*. Is it poffible ? • Warn. W h y don't you difpatch, Sir? W h y all thefe Preambles i Sir Mart. I'll fee thee hang'd firft : I know thou would'ft have m e kill d, to get m y Cloaths. ... .. Warn. I knew it was but a Copy of your Countenance ; People in this Age arc not fo apt to kill themfelves. • - - __:, , Sir Mart. Here are yet Ten pieces in m y Pocket, take'em, and let s be Friends. Warn. You know the Eafinefs of m y Nature, and that makes you work upon it fo. Well, Sir for this once I caft an Eye of Pity on you but I mult nave Ten more in hand, before I can ftir a foot. Sir Mart. As I a m a true Gamefter, I have loft allbutthele, But if thou't lend m e them, I'll give 'em thee again. Warn. I'll rather truft you till to Morrow ; Once more look up, I bid you hope the belt. Why ftjould your Folly make your Love Mifcarry, ._ Since Men firft play the Fools, and then they Marry. L A C T IV. Enter Sir Martin and Warner. Sir Mart. T3UT are they to be Married this day, 1.1 private fay y u K Warn. 'Tis fo concluded, Sir, I dare affure von. M^* Dd |