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Show 5i8 1 ASSIGNATION: 0 R, Love in a Nunnery. S S C E N E ROME. A great Glafs Plac'd. Enter Benito, with a Guittar in his Hand. Benito bowing to the Glafs. AVE you, fweet Signior Benito * by my Faith I am glad to fee you look fo bonily to day: Gad, Sir, every thing becomes you to a Miracle I your Peruke, your Cloaths, your Hat, your Shoe-tyes * and, Gad, Sir, let me tell you, you become every thing * you walk with fuch a Grace, and you bow fo pliantly Aurelian within. Benito, Where are you, Sirrah ? Ben. Sirrah! That m y damn'd Mafter fhould call a M an of m y extraordinary- Endowments, Sirrah! A Man of m y Endowments > Gad, I ask m y own Pardon, I mean, a Perfon of m y Endowments 5 for a M a n of m y Parts and Talents, though he be but a Valet de Chambre, is a Perfon 3 and let me tell m y Mafter ' Gad, I frown too, as like a Perfon as any Jack-Gentleman of em all * but, Gad, when I do not frown, I am an abfolute Beauty * whatever this Glafs fays to the contrary : And, if this Glafs deny it, 'tis a bafe lying Glafs, fo 111 tell it to its Face, and kick it down into the Bargain. Aurelian within. W h y Benito, How long fhall we ftay for you ? Ben. I come, Sir. What the Devil would he have? But by his Favour, I'll firft furvey m y Dancing and m y Singing. ,*,.'' lHe Vhso» ^he Guittar, and dances and fines to the Glafs. I think that was not amifs: I think fo. Gad, I can dance, and play no longer I am in fuch a Rapture with m y felf. LLajs £jthe GJUr] What avillanous bafe Fate have I? With all thefe Excellencies, and a profound Wit, and yet to be a Serving-man > F Enter Aurelian W Camillo. Aur W by, you Slave, you Dog, you Son of twenty Fathers, am I to be ferv d at this rate eternally? A Pox o'your conceited Coxcomb. UmiUo. Nay, pry thee, Aurelian, be not an°ry Aur You do not know this Rogue, as I do°, Camillo. Now, by this Guittar Cam. You wrong him, fure. oof MeVage! b^tfe^ I -er fend him his Errand. Speak, Is this a Lye Sirrah > P * ' h ° W he "*? beCome Ben. I confefs, I have fome kindnefs for the Mirrour Aur. The Mirrour There's a TnnrV, ^f i,-„ n a Glafs. Then the RoaJ hJthAZh * P ° e t r y t 0 ° ^ he could not cal1 * and, which is a ^ ^ S S ^ 7etZ^ ^ ^ Sonnets' aS hc c;llls'e<^ Some which hedoes n o t E t IT • S • uV-°°: There's not a Street in all that Guittar tnVeX y f f i ^h^'^1™*' Serenades-' W i* Watch 3 and for hi Volb k H W 5 c \ *,, °ttern' he friShfs away the miftake, him for his S J & § E £ £ S £ i that Sir Tikrtin ^ *** Cam. Is this true Benito.* ^ar-cau. Ben. m __ Love in a Nunnery. 5 r p Ben. to Cam. afide. My Mafter, Sir, may fay his pleafure. I divert my fc'f fometimes with hearing him: Alafs, good Gentleman, 'tis not given to all Perfons to penetrate into Men's Parts and Qualities* but I look on you Sir as a M a n of Judgment, and therefore you fhall hear me play and fing. A ,A7, ...,,' [He takes up the Guittar and bceins. Aur. W 7hy, you invincible Sot you, will nothing mend you? Lay't down, Ben. to Camillo. Do ye fee, Sir, this Enemy to the Mufes ? He will not let me hold forth to you. : r- L doxv„ %u ^ O Envy, and Ignorance whither will you! But, Gad, before I'll fuffer m y Parts to be Kept in Obfcunty-____ Aur. W h a t will you do Rafcal? Ben. I'll take up the Guittar, and fuffer heroically. [He plays, Aure. Kicks Aur. What? Do you Mutiny? Ben. Ay, do, kick till your Toes ake* I'll be baffl'd in m y Mufick by ne'r a Foot in Chrifrendom. Aur. 111 put you cut of your Time, with a Vengeance to you. [As Aurelian kick? harder, Benito fings fifier, and fometimes cries out. Cam holding Aur. Nay, then 'tis time to ftickle. Hold, Aurelian, pry thee Ipare Bemto, you know we have occafion for him. Aur. I think that was well kick'd. Ben. And I think that was well fung too. Cam. Enough, Aurelian. Ben. No, Sir : let him proceed to difcourage Virtue, and fee what will come on't. Cam. N o w to our Bufinefs: but we muft firft inftrucT Benito. Aur Berul'd by me, and do not truft him3 I prophefic hell fpoil the whole Affair* he has a W o r m in's Head as long as a Conger, a Brain fo barren of all Senfe, and yet fo fruitful of foolifh Plots, that if he does not all things his o wn way, yet at leaft he'll ever be mingling his Defigns with yours, and go halves with you * fo that what with his Ignorance, what with his plotting, he'll be fure to ruine you, with an Intention to ferve you: For m y parti had turn'd him off long fince, but that m y wife Father commanded me the contrary. Cam. Still you fpeak, as if what we did were Choice, and not Neceffity : you know their Uncle is fufpicious of me, and confequently jealous of all m y Servants, but if w e employ yours, who is not fufpefted,becaufe you are a ftran-ger * I doubt not to get an Affignation with the younger Sifter. Aur. Well, ufe your o w n way, Camillo : but if it ever fucceed, with his man a g e m e n t - -- Cam. You muft underftand then, Benito, that this old Signior Mario, has two Neeces with one of which I am defperately in love, and [Ben. Afide to him'] I underftand you already, Sir, and you defire Love reciprocal : Leave your Bufinefs in m y hands, and, if it fucceed not, think me no wifer than m y Mafter. Cam. Pray take m e with you. Thefe Sifters are great Beauties, and vaft Fortunes * but, by a Claufe in the/ir Father's Will, if they Marry without their Uncle's Confent, are to forfeit all. Their Uncle, w h o is covetous, and bafe to the laft degree, takes advantage of this Claufe, and, under pretence of not finding fit Matches for them, denies his Confent to all who love 'em. Ben. Denies 'em Marriage: very good, Sir. Cam. More than this, he refufes accefs to any Suitor, and immures 'em in a mean Appartment on the Garden fide, where he barbaroufly debars 'em from all humane Society. * Ben. Ufes them moft barbaroufly : Still better and better. Cam. The younger of thefe Sifters, Violetta, I have feen often in the Garden, from the Balcony in this Chamber, which looks into it* have divers times fhot Tickets on the point of an Arrow, which fhe has taken, and by the figns fhe made me, I find they were not ill receiv'd. Ben. I'll tell you now, juft fuch an Amour as this had I once with a young Lady, that Aur. QjotQ your felf again, you Rogue, and m y Feet fhall renew their ac? quainranee with your Buttocks. Cam. Dear Benito, take care to convey this Ticket to Violetta : I faw her juft now go by to the next Cbappel * be fure to ftand ready to give her Holy-war |