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Show - 220 Sir Martin Marr-all: Or, Sir? „-;fl,in two Years , and this Anthony has liv'd T if /'•'Coi ntrv he t'l of by' his Father till this night, up and down in the Mogul, Countrv, u n h e a r o c j fof and is expeded with.n thefe thu • ,n £ ^ , ^ KllfifM,fs heVore the nothing. , t. Rofe. Bouaventure dy d at itfraf, 0th^"Bu?hoir^, ^^ one ecnfiderab.e Point omitted; what was his "^TtacWrf I had forgot; her Name was DM*, Daughter .0 one Vfmvwater, a Vintner at the R ^ . ? , ^ ^ born in NtaL Come,. Sir are you gkf^JZ^uh Country at feven years S ^ B S ™ a° M ^ i t who died within two 4rs ; your Mo- 3b-Thow^ B U H V I What Country ? Pox, he has forgot already SS^lftfthe ^Country! what the Devil, any ten may miftake I K , ; now T have it oerfect • but what have I been doing all this while in S J ^ ^ ^ W S ^ * * * I am afraid I fliall never lut upon ^IW Why you have been P^^mc there no ma^r ho^ Tr Wel^now play your part exaSly , and I'll forgive all your for- ^SifZr Hang 'em, they were only flips of Youth-- how peremptory and dom net• ng t^is Rogue is! now he fees I have need of his Service: would I were ouTofhpower again, I would make him lie at m y Feet like any Spaniel Enter Moody, Str John, Lord, Lady Dupe Millifent, Chriftian, Rofe. Moody. Is he here already, fay'ft thou ? which is lie . Rofe. That Sun-burn'd Gentleman. . Air„i™™ Moody. M y dear Boy Anthony, do I fee thee again before I die? Welcome, ^ZSlr Mart. My dear Father, I know it is you by inftinct, for methinks I am as like you as if I were fpit out of your Mouth. Ro/e- Keep it up, I befeech your Lordfhip. C^M " '* Loid- Lord. He's wond'rous like indeed. La. Dupe. The very Image of him. , Moody. Anthony you muft falute all this Company : this is m y Lord Dartmouth, this is m y Lady D«/*, this her Niece Mrs. Chriftian. [He,folutes them. Sir Mart. And that's m y Sifter, methinks I have a good refemblance ot her too: honeft Sifter, I muft needs kits you, Sifter. L. * . Warn. This Fool will difcover himfelf; I forefee it already, by his Carriage to her. Moody. And now, Anthony, pray tell's a little of your Travels. Sir Mart. Time, enough for that, forfooth Father, but I have fuch a natural Affeaion for m y Sifter, that methinks I could live and die with her : give m e thy hand, fweet Sifter. Sir John. She's beholding to you, Sir. Sir Mart. W h a t if file be, Sir? What's that to you, Sir? Sir John. I hope, Sir, I have not offended you. Sir Mart. It may be you have, and it may be you have not, Sir; you fee I have no mind to fatisfie you, Sir : what a Devil! a M a n cannot talk a little to his o w n Flefh and Blood, but you muft be interpofing, with a murrain to you. Moody. Enough of this, good Anthony; this Gentleman is to marry your Sifter. Sir Mart. H e marry m y Sifter! ods foot, Sir, there are fome Baftards, that fhall be namelefs, that are as well worthy to marry her, as any Man, and have as good Blood in their Veins. Sir John. I do not queftion it in the leaft, Sir. Sir * The FeignW Innocence. 221 Sir Mar.- 'Tis not your beft courfe, Sir; you may marry m y Sifter; what have you feen of the World, Sir; I have feen your Hurricano's, and your Calentures, and your Eclipticks, and your Tropick Lines, Sir, an' you go to that, Sir. Warn. You muft excufe m y Mafter, the Sea's a little working in his Brain, Sir. Sir Mart. And your Preftor Johns o' th' Eaft-Indies, and your Great Turk of Rome and Perfta. Moody. Lord, what a thing it is to be Learned, and a Traveller! Bodikins, it makes m e weep for joy ; but, Anthony, you muft not bear your felf too mi: upon your Learning, Child. Mill. Pray, Brother, be civil to this Gentleman, for m y fake. Sir Mart. For your fake, Sifter Millifent, much may be done, and here I kifs your hand on't. Warn. Yet again, ftupidity ? MiH. Nay, pray, Brother, hands oft, now you are too rude Sir Mart. Dear Sifter, as I a m a true Eaft-lndia Gentleman Moody. But pray, Son Anthony, let's talk of other Matters, and tell m e truly, had you not quite forgot m e ? and yet I made woundy much of you when you were young. Sir Mart. I remember you as well as if I faw you but yefterday : a fine greyheaded- grey-bearded old Gentleman, as ever I faw in all m y Life. Warn, afide.] Grey-bearded old Gentleman ! when he was a Scholar at Cambrige. Moody. But do you remember where you were bred up ? Sir Mart. O yes, Sir, moft perfectly ; in the Ifle-ftay-let m e fee ; oh now I have it in the Ifle of Silly. Moody. In the Ifle of Ely, fure you mean ? Warn. Without doubt he did, Sir ; but this damn'd Ifle o? Silly runs in's head ever fince his Sea Voyage. Moody. And your Mother's name was come, pray let m e examine y o u - - for that I'm fure you cannot forget. Sir Mart. Warner ! What was it, Warner f Warn. Poor Mrs. Dorotlry Draw-water, if fhe were now alive, what a joyful I would this be to her ? Moody. W h o the Devil bid you fpeak, Sirrah? Sir Mart. Her name, Sir, was Mrs. Dorothy Draw-water. Sir John. I'll be hang'd if this be not fome Cheat. Mill. H e makes fo many ftumbles, he muft needs tall at laft. Moody. But you remember, I hope, where you were born? Warn. Well, they may talk what they will of Oxford for an Univerfity , but Cambrige for m y Money. Moody. Hold your tongue, you Scanderbag Rogue you, this is the fecond time you have been talking when you fhould not. Sir Mart. I was born at Cambrige , I remember it as perfectly as if it were but yefterday. Warn. H o w I fweat for him ! lie's remembering ever fince he was born. Moody. And who did you go over with to the Eaft-Indies? SitMart. Warner! u , Warn. 'Twas a happy thing , Sir, you lighted upon fo honeft a Merchant, as Mr. Bonaventure, to take care of him. Mqody. Sawcy Rafcal! This is paft all fufferance. Rofe. W e are undone, Warner, if this Difcourfe go on any farther Lord. Pray, Sir, take pity o' th' poor Gentleman, he has more need ot a good Supper, than to be ask'd fo many Queftions. Sir John. Thefe are Rogues, Sir, I plainly perceive it; pray let m e ask him one Queftion which way did you come home, & f ? Sir Mart. W e came home by Land, Sir. v L *n r „ Warn. That is, from India to Perfta, from Perfta to Turky, from lurky to Ger-many, from Germany to France. Sir John. And from thence over the narrow Seas on Horfeback Moody. 'Tis fo, I difcern it n o w ; but fome fhall ftnoke for t. Stay a little, Anthony, I'll be with you prefently. jL u i°^£* Warn. That wicked old M a n is gone for no good, I a m afraid, would I weic htfalinMrkdli yfalf olqtm.eulraiy ftt i hhoidefse .hrb]airt moe.Tu; eg lhb!tu thm iefmo r ho oft hfmi!so rWea ronfe rS,ir IMa rtin,, .Ro f,e; he wants *, C»K*J: ' ™ ^ am ftrangely taken with him, how Entit |