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Show 212 Sir Martin Marr-all: Or, Refolutions, and hearten her up againft the day of Battel. [Ex. Sir John. N o w I think on't, this Letter muft needs come from Sir Martin; a Plot of his, upon m y Life, to hinder our Marriage. Warn. 1 fee, Sir, you'll ftill miftake him for a Wit; but I a m much deceiv'd, if that Letter came not from another hand. Sir John. From whom, I prithee ? Warn. Nay, for that you fhall excufe me, Sir : I do not love to make a breach betwixt Perfons that arc to be fo near related. Sir John. Thou feemft to imply, that m y Miftrefs was in the Plot. IV.trn. Can you make a doubt on't! D o you not know fhe ever lov'd him ? and can you hope the has fo foon forfaken him ? You may make your felf miferable if you pleafe, by fuch a Marriage. Sir John. W h e n fhe is once mine, her Vertue will fecure me. Warn. Her Vertue! Sir John. What, do you make a Mock on't ? Warn. Not I, I affure you, I think it no fuch jelling Matter. Sir John. W h y , is fhe not honeft ? Warn. Yes, in m y Confidence is fhe, for Sir Martin's Tongue's no flander. Sir John. But does he fay to the contrary ? Warn. If one would believe him, which, for m y part, I do not, he has in a manner, confefs'd it to me. Sir John. Hell and Damnation ! Warn. Courage, Sir, never vex your felf,I'll warrant you 'tis all a Lie. Sir John. But how fhall I be 'fur'd 'tis fo ? Warn. When you are married, you'll foon make tryal, whether fhe be a J 1 or no? Sir John. I do not love to make that Experiment at m y own coft. Warn. Then you muft never marry. Sir John. I, but they have fo many Tricks to cheat a Man, which are cntail'd from Mother to Daughter, through all Generations, there's no keeping a Lock for that Door for which every one has a K Warn. As for Example , their drawing up their breaths with O h ! You hurt me, can you be fo cruel ? Then the next day fhe fteals a Vifit to her Lover, that did you the Courtefie before hand, and in private tells him h o w fhecozen'd you; Twenty to one but fhe takes out another Leffon with him to practite the next Night. * Sir John. All this while miferable I muft be their May-game. Warn. 'Tis well if you efcape fo ; for commonly he ffrikes in with you, and becomes your Friend. Sir John. Deliver m e from fuch a Friend that ftays behind with m y Wife, when I gird on m y Sword to go abroad. Warn I, there's your Man, Sir; Befides, he will be fure to watch your Haunts, and tell her ot them, that if occafion be, fhe may have wherewithal to recriminate : at leaft fhe will feem to be iealous of you , and wdio would fufpect a jealous Wife ? Sir John. All manner of ways I a m moft miferable ™r c arf But if m e be not a Maid when you marry her, flic may make a good Wife afterwards ; 'tis but imagining you have taken fuch a Man's Widow. Sir John. If that were all; but the M a n will come and claim her again. n am. Examples have been frequent of thofe that have been wanton, and vet afterwards take up. ] Sir John. I, the fame thing they took up before. A Ka\? tmth 1S',an honcft fimPle Girl that's ignorant of all things, maketh the belt Matrimony; there is fuch a pleafure in intruding her, the belt is, there's not one Dunce in all the Sex ; fuch a one with a good Fortune-bir John. I, but where is fhe, Warner? hand r Warn Near enough, but that you are too far engag'd. ™fh»- Engag'd to one that hath given me the earneft of Cuckoldom before TW'f Whf think ,you then of Mrs' Chriftian here in the Houfe ? Uieies 5000/. and a better Penny. Sir John Ay, But is flie Fool enough ? War* She's none of the-Wife Virgins, I can affure you. that I^ fpS "'her? ** * *" MXt R°°m' *"* ™^h ^ ™ this way, Warn. The Feigrtd Innocence. 212 Warn. Remember, above all things, you keep this Wooing fecret; if it takes the leaft Wind, old Moody will be fure to hinder it. Sir John. Doft thou think I fhall get her Aunt's Content ? Warn Leave that to mc. rRx. Warn. • Well, fuch a Servant, as this Warner, is a Jewel. Enter Warner, and Mrs. Chriftian to him. Warn. There fhe is, Sir, now I'll go to prepare her Aunt. Sir John. Sweet Miftrefs, I am come to wait upon you. Chr. Truly, you are too good to wait on me. Sir John. And in the condition of a Suitor. Chr. As how, forfooth ? Sir John. T o be fo happy as to marry you. Chr. O Lord, I would not marry for any thing! Sir John. W h y ? 'tis the honeft end of Woman-kind. Chr. Twenty Years hence, forfooth: I would not lie in Bed with a M a n for a World, their Beards it will fo prickle one. Sir John. Pah, What an innocent Girl it is, and very Child ! I like a Colt that was never \ et back'd , for fo I fhall make her what I lift, and mould her as I will ; Lord ! her Innocencv makes m e laugh ; m y Cheeks all wet, Sweet Lady j- ~k Ihr. I'm but a Gentlewoman, forfooth. Sir John. Well then, fweet Miftrefs, if 1 get your Friends content, fhall I have yours ? Chr. M y old Lady may do what fhe will, forfooth, but by m y truly, I hope fhe will have more care of m e , than to marry m e yet ; Lord blefs me, What fhould I do with a Husband ? Sir John. Well, fweet Heart, then inftead of Wooing you, I muft W o o e my old Lady. Chr. Indeed, Gentleman, m y old Lady is married already : Cry you mercy, forfooth, I think you are a Knight. Sir John. Happy in that Title only to make you a Lady. Chr. Believe me, Mr. Knight, I would not be a Lady \ it makes Folks proud, and fo humorous, and fo ill Hufwifes, forfooth. Sir John. Pah,- file's a Baby , thc limplelf think that ever yet I knew, the happieft M a n I fhall be in the World ; for fhould I have m y Wifh, it fhould be to keep School , and teach the bigger Girls, and here in one m y Wifh it is ab-foiv'd. Enter Lady Dupe. La. Dupe. By your leave, Sir : I hope this noble Knight will make you happy, and you make him. Chr. What fhall I make him ? [Sighing. La. Dupe. Marry, you fhall make him happy in a good Wife. Chr. I will not Marry, Madam. La. Dupe. You Fool! Sir John. Pray, Madam, let m e fpeak with you ; on m y Soul 'tis the pretti'ft, innocent'ft Thing in the World. La. Dupe. Indeed, Sir, fhe knows little befides her W o r k , and her Prayers; but I'll talk with the Fool. Sir John. Deal gently with her, dear Madam. La. Dupe. Come, Chriftian, Will not you marry this noble Knight ? Chr. Yzs, Yes, Yes [Sobbingly. La. Dupe. Sir, it fhall be to Night. Sir John. This Innocence is a Dowry beyond all price. [Ex. Old Lady, and Mrs. Chriftian. Enter Sir Martin, and Sir John, mufwg. Sir Mart. You are very Melancholy, methinks, Sir. Sir John. You are miff aken, Sir. Sir Mart. You may diffemble as you pleafe, but Mrs. Miliifent lies at the botntootSSm ii lrroo fvMJe aoy rhohtneu.r.r ?hMS euayrre th .ye aorut ,t hIi nakf ftuor ew hyeoaud,l hea sm neo, rwooouml fdo yro fuo hpaovoer ma eTr ifmlaeg.i ne youS dior |