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Show 208 Sir Martin Marr-all: Or, Sir Mart. But why fo foon, and in private ? Warn. So foon, t lefigns upon her ; and in private, to fave the fufionofC Sir I r If likes to my Heart already; in fine, I am a Dead Man Wat . Well, go your ways, I'll try what may be done. Look, if he will ftir now; your Rival and the Old Man will ice us together, w e are luff below the Window. Sir Mart. Thou can'ft not do't. Warn. On the peri! of m y Twenty Pieces be it. Sir Mart. But I have found a way to help thee out, truft to m y Wit but once. Warn. Name your Wit, or think you have the leaft grain of Wit once more, and ril Jay it-down for ever. Sir Mart. You wcy maftcrly Companion, and fo I leave you, [Exit. Worn. Help, help, good People, Murther, Murthcr! Enter Sir John and Moody. Sir John. Mood. H o w now, what's the matter ? Warn. I am abus'd, I am beaten, I am lam'd for ever. Moo I W h o has us'd thee Co ? Worn. The Rogue m y Mafter. Sir John. What was the Offence ? Warn. A trifle, juft nothing. Sir John. That's very ft range. M 'am. It was for telling him he loft too much at Play ; I meant him nothing but well, Heav'n knows, and he in a curfed damn'd Humour would needs revenue his l.offes upon m e : Hekick'dtne, took away m y Money, and turn'd me off; but it I take it at his Hands •d. By Coxnowns it was an ill natur'd part; nay, I thought no better could come on't, when I heard him at his V o w to Gads, and in fines. Warn. But ifl live, I'll cry quittance with him: H e had engag'd m e to get Mrs. Millifent, your Daughter, for him ; but if I do not all that ever I can to make her Hate him, a great Booby, an over-grown Oaf, a cone mew . Sir John. Prithee leave off thy Choler, and hear me a little : I have had a great mind to thee a long time, if thou think'ft m y Service better than his, from this minute I entertain thee. Warn. With all m y Heart, Sir, andfo much the rather, that I may fpieht Bim with it This was the moft Propitious Fate - ' D Mood. Propitious/ And Fate/ What a damn'd Seander-pa ueartrhobto talk at this rate ? Hearkyou, Sirrah, one Word more of this Gibbenih, and I'll tec you packing from your new Service: I'll have neither Propitious, nor Fate come within m y Doors ' Sir John. x\Tay, pray Father. Warn. Good Old Sir be pacify'd : I was pouring out a little of the dregs that I had tett in me of m y former Service, and now they are gone, m y Stomach's clear Sir John. This Fellow is come in a happy Hour ; for now, Sir, you and I may D a ? lP'e Pal'C Llccnce> and m thc m e a n timc he may have an • your War*. If you pleafe, I'll wait upon her till fhe's ready, and then bring her to what Church you fhall appoint. 6 Uood. But, Friend, you'll find fhe'll hang an Arte, and be very loath to come along with you; and therefore I had beft ftay behind and bring her mv felf M am. I warrant you, I have a Trick for that, Sir: She knows nothing of m v being turn'd away: So I'll come to her as from Sir Martm, a*d u'nderTefenS carrying her to him, conduft her to you. P 0t ^fjohn. M y better Angel b u r W w L ' ll m e f ! ^ a s w e « thought on; well Son, go you before, I'll fpeak S n W ° i t01' " E l ih or t W 0 atDmner' «** folk>w ySu I the Licence-Ofc - till, m y return. . '[Ex. Str fohn and Moody Warn r w T u V , ««/«r'y ittuin. - icx. ttr olin and Moody Opm on'o mv WitU ^ H * t * W R o ^ as X ' I had always a good <r i f] I nrvf ' •but COLlld never thlnk l had lb m«ch as now I find. I have now nothing but Mifcrv Aft-c lh ° r'T* f hS P W#» ™\**t* could exped a Herof witlia LurelonmvS? T'xPlo,t X.w,» h#? ty d r™' m* ™ ^ Habit of the F^tfl^M^^h and an ^ ^ o n below it, Tins is Warner The Feign'd Innocence. ~~ ^ T Enter Meffenger. ^IwL^ur nS;? t0 he,p m e t0 <"< s < * * * °f **• * * Meff. I have a Letter to deliver him. M'TSW ? r 6 H mCS y°U mSy ddVVer '* y°UV felf t0 him. [Re-enter Moody iwyy. j>ir, a Gentleman met m e at thc Corner nf the nPvt c. .. ew^-viooay„ ve this into your own hand< HCXt Street> and bld me give this into your own hands. M W y . Stay, Friend, till I have read it. Meff..He told me, Sir, it requir'd no Anfwer. rjr w „. Moody reads 5/>, permit me, though a Stranger, to five you Counf,! • V ' ^.<*<™M!*>lk<™,th*tt^^ the rich Heirefs ; and, in fine, above Trpentyof'emh^eL%^rZ^^ngher9 her going out: therefore put it off, J you wiJliTmi^^ Moody. By the Markings, I thought there was no good^t^w^^ Jfiw there ; there are fome Panifhcs I'll warran I... v •' r "' * faw m Warn. Why, what's the matter, Sir ? ho^t If7 n° m°rC'J but fome wifer than f°me t I'll keep my Daughter *t War^thlS Q A(tern,°°n' a,nd a Fi? for a11 thefe Outalians. P Y r ^ f c ," waffor ,n°H eti T dfcr T n C k °f F ° r t u n e ' as unexpected for bad, t 3 {P** What a Murrain is the matter, Sir > C g ' *""' Where lies this Jeft that tickles vou ? Wam^J ^lmC IaU?Jl ?UC my *?& a"d PH tel1 t!iee ? CI«efe ^/« Warn. I wifh you may have caufe for all this Mirth * ^ be t h v ^ v •r ierCah^r', WTTS be U known»ntothee, I will endure no more to ,nH 7 r 7"g .""'A T h ° U niak n0 more dare t0 tel! me, I fpoil thy Projeds and difcover thy Dcfigns ; far I have plav'd fuch a Prize, without thy hefo of m v o w n Mother-Wit, ('tis true, I an! hafty fometimes, and fo So S r m X t when I have a mind to fhew my felf, there's no M a n in England, though I fay't ^fffi^JSSt1 ^^^ ^-kethefacknowlelgelK &S ?Ial' Sir' J^ep me no longer in Ignorance of this rare Invention. ribfo[eJ thar^M*1' \T\\ 't' WhCn J I left thce' J Was P0fleft with a ter-rime tear, that m y Miftrefs fhould be married : Well, thought I to m y felf and muft'nngupallthe Forces of m y Wit, I did produceVuch a Stratagem! ' Warn. But what was it ? & a^Iw*"' Ife]Sn'd a Letter, as from an unknown Friend, to Moody, wherein I inflllib^b 7 n d e r lKa nr' that * h i s D , n « h i r ^ out <»- Afternoon ftie would infallibly be fnapt, by fome young Fellows, that lay in wait for her. Warn. Very good. that^nic^rT^^ f°T0WS' 1S yet ^ ; f0r he l fent aflures me, that in mat very nick of Time m y Letter came, her Father was juft fending her abroad wiA a very foohfh Rafcally Fellow that was with him B *yjr». And did you perform all this a' God's name ? could you do this wonder-tut Miracle, without giving your Soul to the Devil for his help ? WSMort. I tell thee, Man, I did it, and it was done by the help of no Devil, but tins Familiar of m y own Brain ; how long would it'have been, e'er thou* could ft liave thought of fuch a Projeft ? Martin faid to his Man, Who's the Fool now ? Warn Who's the Fool? Why, who us'd to be the Fool? he that ever was, fince I knew him, and will ever be fo I Sir Mart. What a Pox ? I think thou art grown envious; not one word in m y Commendations ? Warn Faith, Sir, m y Skill is too little to praife you, as you deferve; but if you would have it according to m y poor Ability , You're one that had a Knock in D d 2 your |
