The Project Gutenberg eBook of The City Bride, by Joseph Harris.

Los Angeles
William Andrews Clark Memorial Library
University of California
1952

H. Richard Archer , Clark Memorial Library
Richard C. Boys , University of Michigan
Robert S. Kinsman , University of California, Los Angeles
John Loftis , University of California, Los Angeles

Emmett L. Avery , State College of Washington
Benjamin Boyce , Duke University
Louis Bredvold , University of Michigan
James L. Clifford , Columbia University
Arthur Friedman , University of Chicago
Edward Niles Hooker , University of California, Los Angeles
Louis A. Landa , Princeton University
Samuel H. Monk , University of Minnesota
Ernest Mossner , University of Texas
James Sutherland , University College, London
H. T. Swedenberg, Jr. , University of California, Los Angeles

INTRODUCTION

The City Bride , by Joseph Harris, is of special interest as the only adaptation from the canon of John Webster to have come upon the stage in the Restoration. Nahum Tate’s Injur’d Love: or, The Cruel Husband is an adaptation of The White Devil , but it was never acted and was not printed until 1707. The City Bride is taken from A Cure for a Cuckold , in which William Rowley and perhaps Thomas Heywood collaborated with Webster. F. L. Lucas, Webster’s most recent and most scholarly editor, remarks that A Cure for a Cuckold is one of the better specimens of Post-Elizabethan romantic comedy. In particular, the character of the bride, Annabel (Arabella in Harris’s adaptation), has a universal appeal. The City Bride , a very close copy of its original, retains its virtues, and has some additional virtues of its own.

Not much is known of its author, Joseph Harris. Genest first notices him as playing Bourcher, the companion of a French pirate, in A Common-Wealth of Women . Thomas Durfey’s alteration of The Sea Voyage from the Beaumont and Fletcher folio, which was produced about September 1685. His subsequent roles were of a similar calibre, but if he never rose to be a star he seems to have become a valued supporting player, for in 1692 he was chosen to join the royal “comedians in ordinary.” He did not at first side with Thomas Betterton in his quarrel with the patentees of the theatre in 1694-5, but he withdrew with him to Lincoln’s Inn Fields. Genest notices him for the last time as playing Sir Richard Vernon in Betterton’s adaptation of 1 Henry IV , which was produced about April 1700.

[ii] During his career on the stage Harris found time to compose a tragi-comedy, The Mistakes, or, The False Report (1691), produced in December 1690; The City Bride , produced in 1696; and a comedy and a masque, Love’s a Lottery, and a Woman the Prize. With a New Masque, call’d Love and Riches Reconcil’d (1699), produced about March 1698/9. The Mistakes is clearly apprentice work, for Harris acknowledges in a preface the considerable help of William Mountfort, who took the part of the villain, Ricardo. Mountfort, who had already written three plays himself, cut one of the scenes intended for the fifth act and inserted one of his own composition (probably the last) which not only clarified the plot but also elevated the character of the part he was to play. The company seems to have done its best by the budding dramatist, for Dryden wrote the prologue, a rather unusual one in prose and verse, and Tate supplied the epilogue. Harris professed himself satisfied with the play’s reception, but owned that it was Mountfort’s acting which really carried it off.

The City Bride , on the other hand, shows its author completely self-assured, and rightly so. No doubt some of his ease comes from the fact that he had nothing to invent, but in large part it must derive from his ten-years’ experience on the stage. Harris added nothing to the plot of The City Bride , although he commendably shifted its emphasis, as his title makes clear, from infidelity to fidelity; but he rewrote the dialogue almost completely, and the new dialogue is remarkable good. The reader will notice that it is, except for the last half of the first act, printed as prose. The quarto of A Cure for a Cuckold , from which Harris worked, is also largely printed as prose, but has correct verse lineation in the same portion of the first act. [iii] It is the more remarkable that Harris, following thus closely the apparent form of his original, could vary from it so successfully. Most notable, probably, are the passages in which he intensified the expression of his source. They may indicate no more than the eternal “ham” in our author; but I think they probably indicate as well a new style of acting, more rhetorical in one way, more natural in another. A good example, in which the new rhetoric is not oppressive, is the account of the sea fight at the end of Act III. Even when Harris followed his original most closely, we seem to hear the actor, speaking in a new tongue, in a more relaxed and colloquial rhythm. The reader will find it both amusing and instructive to compare the two versions of Act II, scene ii. The new cadences do more than merely prove that Harris had no ear for blank verse.

The City Bride does not conform to the dominant type of Restoration comedy, but it belongs to a thriving tradition. Domestic comedy, in adaptations from the Elizabethans, had been staged at intervals for twenty years before The City Bride appeared, and the type was of course destined to supplant gay comedy in the near future. Harris was not, therefore, going against the taste of the town; on the contrary he was regularly guided by contemporary taste and practice. His stage is less crowded: he amalgamated the four gallants of A Cure for a Cuckold in the person of Mr. Spruce, at the expense of a dramatic scene (I, ii, 31-125); and he ended the sub-plot with the fourth act instead of bringing its persons into the final scene, with some loss of liveliness and a concomitant gain in unity of effect. He modernized his dialogue entirely, bringing up to date the usage and allusions [iv] of his original, and restraining the richness of its metaphor by removing the figures altogether or by substituting others more familiar. He omitted a good deal of bawdry, especially in Act II, scene ii. All these changes have parallels in other Restoration adaptations. Again, the songs and dances, which are all of Harris’s composition, reflect the demand of the Restoration audience for excitement, variety, novelty, in their dramatic fare. When in Act III, scene i, Harris meets this demand by making Bonvile bare his breast to Friendly’s sword, and Friendly a little later grovel at Bonvile’s feet for pardon, we may condemn the new business as bathetic; but when in Act IV, scene i, he substitutes for Webster’s emaciated jokes the bustle of drawers, the sound of the bar bell, and healths all around, we can only applaud the change.

We must also commend Harris for supplying a consistent and relatively believable motivation for the main action. In both A Cure for a Cuckold and The City Bride , Clare (Clara) begins the action by giving her suitor, Lessingham (Friendly), a cryptic message: he is to determine who his best friend is and kill him. In A Cure for a Cuckold , it is never made clear whether the victim should have been Bonvile or Clare herself (she apparently intended to trick Lessingham into poisoning her). This uncertainty has only recently been noticed by students of the drama, who have been forced to emend the text at IV, ii, 165 (see Lucas’s note on the passage). Harris’s solution is simpler. He will have nothing to do with either murder or suicide. Clara explains to Friendly that the best friend of a lover is love itself.

This is not the place to enumerate all the differences between A Cure for a Cuckold and The City Bride ; indeed the reader may prefer making the comparisons for himself. Harris’s alterations follow the general pattern of Restoration adaptations from the earlier drama, it is true. On the other hand, a relatively small number of such plays allow us to see the professional actor feeling his way through the emotions and actions of the scenes. To compare a play like The City Bride with its source is like visiting the rehearsals of an acting company of the time. Such a play has an immediacy and liveness that strongly appeals to those who delight to image forth the past.

The City Bride has never been reprinted. The present edition reproduces, with permission, the copy in the Henry E. Huntington Library, omitting Harris’s signed dedication to Sir John Walter, Bart., on A2 ^r -A3 ^r (A1 ^v in the original is blank). The top line on page 44, which is partly cut away, reads: Cla. Who (if thou ever lov’dst me ...

THE
CITY BRIDE:
OR,
The Merry Cuckold.
A
COMEDY,

Acted at the New Theatre, in Little
Lincolns Inn-Fields.

BY

His Majesty’s Servants.
First Edition.

LONDON:
Printed for A. Roper and E. Wilkinson at the Black-Boy , and R.
Clavel at the Peacock , in Fleet-street . 1696.

PROLOGUE:
Spoke by Mr. THURMOND.

Three Ways there are, and all accounted fair,
To gain your Favour: Begging, Borrowing, Prayer.
If as a Beggar, I your Alms implore }
Methinks your Charity shou’d aid the Poor; }
Besides, I never beg’d of you before. }
If I address by Prayer, and loud Complaints
I then oblige yee, for I make you Saints;
And sure none here can think it Superstition,
To pray to Saints that are of no Religion!
If Invocation will not do my Work,
A Man may borrow of a Jew or Turk ;
Pray lend me Gentlemen your Applause and Praise,
I’ll take it for as good as Currant Bays;
And if I ne’re repay it, ’tis no more,
Than many of you Sparks have done before:
With this distinction, that you ran indebt
For want of Money, we for want of Wit.
In vain I plead! a Man as soon may get
Mill’d Silver, as one favour from the Pit.
——Hold then——now I think on’t,
I’ll e’en turn Thief, and steal your kind Affection,
And when I’ve got your Hearts, claim your protection:
You can’t convict me sure for such a crime,
Since neither Mare nor Lap-dog, I purloin:
While you Rob Ladies Bosoms every day, }
And filch their pretious Maiden-heads away; }
I’ll plead good nature for this Brat the Play: }
A Play that plagues no more the thread-bare Theme
Of powder’d Beaux, or tricks o’th’ Godly Dame,
But in your humours let’s ye all alone,
And not so much as Fools themselves runs down.
Our Author try’d his best, and Wisemen tell,
’Tis half well doing to endeavour well:
What tho’ his poor Allay runs not so fine;
Yet, let it pass as does our present Coin;
For wanting fairer Ore, and riches mould
He stamps in Brass, what others print in Gold:
Smile on him but this time, the next perhaps,
If he guess right he may deserve your Claps.

Dramatis Personæ.

Bonvile,	The Bridegroom .	Mr. Boman.
Friendly,	His Friend, in Love with Clara.	Mr. Thurmond.
Justice Merryman,	Father to Arabella.	Mr. Bright.
Summerfield,	A Gentleman, but Younger Brother, necessitated to take the High-Way .	Mr. Scudemore.
Mr. Ventre,	A Merchant.	Mr. Arnold.
Mr. Spruce,	A City Beau.	Mr. Bayly.
Compasse,	A Master of a Vessel.	Mr. Freeman.
A Councellor.		Mr. Davis.
Pettifog,	Two Attorneys.	Mr. Trefusis.
Dodge,	Two Attorneys.	Mr. Eldred.
Sailers, Neighbours, Drawers, Servants, Boys, Singers and Dancers.
Arabella,	The Bride .	Mrs. Boman.
Clara,	Friendly’s Mistriss, but secretly in Love with Bonvile.	Mrs. Boutell.
Mrs. Ventre,	The Merchant’s Wife .	Mrs. Lacy.
Peg,	Compasses Wife .	Mrs. Perin.
Nurse.		Mrs. Lawson.
Lucy,	Clara’s Maid .	Miss Prince.
Women Neighbours.

THE
CITY BRIDE:
OR, THE
Merry Cuckold.

ACT I. SCENE the I.

Many I’ve lik’d, and some Enjoy’d,
But if I said I Lov’d, I ly’d.
Inconstant as the wandring Bee,
From once touch’d Sweets I us’d to flee;
Nor all the Power of Female Skill,
Cou’d curb the freedom of my Will:
Clarinda only found the Art,
To Conquer and so keep my Heart.
[After this a Dance, and then the Scene shuts.

Friend. Why not for us my Love, we have a Noble President, and methinks shou’d Imitate (thrô Envy) this their happiness.

[2] Fri. Prithee be serious, and reform that Thought: Think of my past Service, and judge by that my future; weigh all the respect I have paid you long, and ever lov’d you beyond my self.

Fri. I am sure you will, you must be kind; And can you think an Answer of this killing Nature, a just return for all my faithful Love?

Fri. Oh speak, from whence this Coldness doth arise! Be at least so kind as to tell me that; Is it some late Disgust you have conceived of my Person; or rather your desire, (I fear) of some unworthier, happy Creature, base in the Attempt, as you unkind in thinking of a Change; if neither.

I must impute it to your Woman’s Will,
Still pleased with what it fancies, Good or Ill.

Cla. Be’t what it will, thus it is, and with this Answer pray rest satisfied; there is but one way ever to win me and draw me unto Marriage, which whosoever finds, ’tis like he may have me, if not, I am still my own.

Fri. Oh name it then! Thou dearest Treasure of my Life! my Soul! my All! I am in a maze of Extasie, to think there’s any means to gain you, and hope you’l be so kind to tell me how I may be happy.

Cla. I’ll retire a while; and with my self resolve what must be done, and in the end send you my Resolution.
[Exit Clara .

Fri. I’ll here expect it: What more can I desire, than now be satisfied and know my Dooom.

Suspence is the worst Torment we endure,
’Tis Knowledge make the Wound both safe and sure.

Fri. No, for I have heard some say, Men are ne’re less alone, then when alone. The reason I suppose is this, because they have Crowds of Thoughts, that still perplex the Mind; which wou’d be, like the Soul retired and free, thereby to enjoy that sweet repose, which nought but that can Grant.

Spru. Pshaw! Pox of this Morality and dull Stuff; Prithee let us be Merry, and Entertain the Bride and Bridegroom. Ods fish there a parcel of rare Creatures within ! But of all Mrs. Clara for my Money.

Mr. Ven. And truly, I am of your Opinion Mr. Spruce ; for setting aside her present Melancholly and Discontent, I think she is beyond Comparison with any other.

Spr. Why, I’ll tell ye; In all Conditions of Estates, Professions, and Degrees, in Arts or Sciences, yee know there’s a kind of Envious Emulation.

[3] Spr. So in this of Arabella ’s Marrying; for Clara being Lady of much the same Birth and Quality, Grieves I—suppose to see her Rival get the start of her.

Fri. Y’are Pleasant Gentlemen—Or else because she having had so many Courtiers——

Fri. She now perhaps does cast a more favourable Eye upon some one that does not like her.

Lucy. Sir, my Mistriss presents her humble Service to you, and has sent you this Letter; pray Heaven it be to your liking Sir.

Fri. I thank the kind Lucy : There, there’s for the Postage Girle: [ Gives her Money. ] She has kept her Promise for once I see; I’m resolved to read it, thô I were sure my Death was Comprehended in it.

’Tis as I fear’d, and what I know she most desires: Mischief, and Murder, are all her Sexes Practice, and Delight? Yet such is the Extravagancy of my Passion, I must obey the Mandate, thô to my certain Ruine: ’Tis strangely difficult, and does require Mature Deliberation.
[Exit.

Spr. A Challenge! No, no; Women don’t use to bring Challenges, I rather believe ’tis an Amour; And that Letter as you call it a Billet Deux , which is to Conduct him to the place appointed; and in some Sence you may take that for a Challenge.

Spr. Yes, yes, but see the Bride and Bridegroom, with the rest of the good Company.

Enter Justice Merry-man, Bonvile, Arabella, Mrs. Venter and others, as Guests Invited to the Wedding.

Bon. Friendly Sir, a most approv’d and worthy Gentleman, and one of my chiefest Guests.

Mer. Ay, ay, it may be so: But yet me thought he seemed somewhat displeased, thô Son, Hah, What think you?

[4] Mer. I can’t tell Boy, but I believe there’s something more than ordinary in the matter. Why should he leave the Company else? And Mrs. Clara I miss her too. Why Gentlemen, why do you suffer this?

Mer. Sick of the Maid perhaps; because she sees you Mrs. Bride her Quondam Play fellow Married before her; Heh Gentlemen, heh!

Mer. Go, go, find her out for shame Gentlemen; and do not stand idle thus, Od’s bobs, when I was a Young fellow and invited to a Wedding, I used to frisk and Jump, and so bestir my self, that I made all the Green-sickness Girles in the Room blush like Rubies. Ah, hah! I was a brisk Fellow in those Days, I’faith, and used to Cut Capers a Yard high: Nor am I yet so Old, but I can take a round or two still—Come, come Gentlemen, lets in again and firk it away, shall we not?

Mer. Why that’s well said Mr. Spruce , Ods bobs it was, and I thank you heartily.

Arab. I’ll wait on you Gentlemen; if you will give me leave Sir.
[To Bonvile .

Mer. That’s right, that’s right I’faith Gentlemen! This Day she Commands, and he for ever after. Ods bobs I have done so my self, and hope I shall do so still. Sister Venter , May I presume to ask if my Brother can say as much?
[Exit Bonvile, Arab. Spruce, and the rest of the Guests.]

Mer. Observe that Brother, she freely gives you leave: But who Gives leave the Master or the Servant?

Mr. Ven. You are Merry Brother, and truly you have reason, having but one Daughter and see her Married as you would have her.

Mer. Yes, I have one thank Heaven! You wou’d be glad Sister you cou’d say so, but your Barrenness does give your Husband leave (if he please) to look for Game elsewhere.

Mrs. Ven. Well, well Sir, thô you jeer me, and make a scorn of my Sterility—

Mer. No, no, not I Sister, I scorn not your Sterility, nor your Husbands Virility neither.

Mrs. Ven. My Husband’s Virility! Pray spare my Husband; for he has not been so idle as you imagin; He may have an—Offspring abroad for ought you know, that you never heard of.

Mer. Say’st thou so old Girle? What and has he been stragling then? Nay; nay I know he is a Ventersome Man; And a—Merchant of small Wares sometimes, especially when he can get a good Commodity: I love him the better for’t I’faith, Ods bobs I do—A notable spark with a Young Wench in a corner, Is he not? A true Chip of the old block, his Father I warrant him—But Sister, I have something to say to you in private, concerning my Daughter.

Nurse. Very well, I thank Heaven Sir! He grows bravely I assure you. ’Tis a Chopping lad I promise you, and as like your good Worship; As if he had been spit out of your Mouth.

Nurse. I protest ’tis one of the forward’st Infants in the Universe; Lord! how it will Crow, and Chirup like a Sparrow! I am afraid Sir he is about Teeth, for he Dribbles extreamly, if so, Your Worship must provide him a Silver Corral with a Whistle and Chain.

Mr. Ven. Well, well, he shall have everything Nurse, my Wife shall send them to ye; in the mean time, there, there’s a Piece, to buy thee a Pair of Gloves, and so leave us, for I am busie at present, therefore steal away behind me, and slip out at the back Door.

Nurse. Yes Sir, I am gone, Heavens bless your Worship, a Piece! Marry! and that’s a sufficient Charm to lye up any Nurses Tongue in Christendom .
[Ex. Nurse

Just. Mer. Well well, it shall be done: Come Brother we are mist I warrant you amongst the Young Fry, let’s to ’um and, Dance till our Legs ake again, come I’ll lead the way.

Fr. Heaven in its excess of Goodness, bestow’d no greater Blessing on Mankind than that of Friendship—To Murder any one is a Crime unpardonable! But a Friend!—And of all Friends the nearest to my Heart ,—’Tis such an Imposition that Hell it self ’till now cou’d never parallel; And yet this Devil of a Woman has power over me beyond all Virtue. I am distracted in my Thoughts, and know not what to do; yet something must be done without delay, or else I lose her quite: And yet I fear ’tis most Impossible, for Friendship left the World, when Justice fled, and all who now do wear that Name are the worst of Hypocrites,

Like Counterfeited Coin on which is seen,
The formal Stamp; but sordid Dross within.

Bon. My Friend alone and Thoughtful? say for what?
That you alone appear with Discontent,
When all my Friends Congratulate my Bliss?
Is it because (which I durst ne’re suspect)
Your Love to me was not intirely true?
Or else perhaps, this Crown of Happiness
You think Misplac’d, and Envy it not yours.

[6] Fri. Forbear such cruel Words—
How can you entertain a Thought so Vile
Of him whom so long you have call’d your Friend?
May all the Blesings Heaven can bestow
On us poor Mortals in this World below,
Crown all your Days, and may you nothing see
But flowing Tides of sweet Felicity;
But I, alas!—

Bon. Alas! What means my Friendly ?
Much hidden Grief that wretched Word portends,
Which thus disturbs the Quiet of my Friend?
But come disclose it to me,
And since the Burthen is too much for one,
I’ll bear a part to ease thy troubled Breast.

Fri. Oh Bonvile !
Seek not to force this Fatal secret from me—

Bon. I must know it, by my best hopes I must.

Fri. Oh no! I cannot, Nay I dare not—

Bon. How dare not trust a secret to a Friend?

Fri. Oh Bonville , Bonville ! Call me not your Friend,
That Name strikes horrour to my very Soul.

Bon. Ha! Art thou then a Stranger to that Name?

Fri. Indeed I am, and must be so for ever now.

Bon. Yet hear me Friendly ; Deny me if thou can'st,
Fixt as a Rock, I vow I’ll here remain,
Until I have forc’d this Dire secret from thee.

Fri. Pardon me Sir, I hope you soon will hear it,
But I—— [Offers to go.]

Bon. Yet stay, and since intreaty can’t prevail,
By all the Friendship which you once profess’d,
By all that’s Holy, both in Heaven and Earth,
I now Conjure thee to impart it to me,
Or by this Life——

Fri. Hold, hold, and since I can no longer hide it
Know ’tis my Honour then which lyes at Stake.

Bon. Thy Honour! How? Proceed.

Fri. By chance a Quarrel happen’d to arise
Betwixt another and my self, The Field,
Time, Place, and all appointed,
Nay Seconds must assist us in the Deed:
I have relied on many seeming Friends,
(Such as profess the bare and empty Name)
And all refuse to venture in my Cause.

Bon. Is this all?

Fri All, Is it not enough? To see my Reputation, (the Lifes Blood of my Soul)
Nay all that’s Dear, in Danger to be lost.

[7] Bon. Not while thy Bonvile lives and wears a Sword:
May all things frown that I wou’d have to smile,
May I live Poor, and Dye despised by all,
If I out live the ruine of thy Honour!
Tell me the time my Friend?

Fri. Oh, spare me that, for, if once known the time,
You’l Cancel this your promise, and recall
Your Friendly proffer.

Bon. Away with these Excuses, come the time.

Fri. At Seven this Evening.

Bon. The place?

Fri. Barn-Elms :
Oh the fatal place! Where I too well foresee,
The certain fall and Ruine of my Honour!

Bon. No, Thou shalt not stay to forfeit thy lov'd Honour,
Come I’m ready to assist my Friend; and will along with you.

Fri. Alas. What mean you?
Of all my Friends on you I ne’re Relied;
But sure I Dream, I Rave, by Heav’ns I’m Mad!
My Bonvile leave his Wife? And on his Wedding Day?
His Bride whom he perhaps may ne’re Enjoy?
And all for me? O most unhappy Man!

Bon. Pleasure before my Friend I’ll ne’re prefer,
Nor is it lost, thô for a while, delay’d.

Fri. Are you then resolv’d to go?

Bon. I am as fixt in my Resolve as is the Libertin in vice,
Which Death alone can part.

Fri. Yet stay, and think what it is you undertake,
Recall this Rash and suddain Resolution,
Least you repent, alas when it is too late.

Bon. This were enough to shake a weaker Soul,
But mine it moves not; like to a Mighty Oake,
I’m plac’d above the Storms of Fear or Doubt.

Fri. Sir, no more, the Bride,

Ara. Oh, Heavens defend me!

Bon. What ailes my Dearest Life?

Ara. I’ve lost the Key of this Chain I wear about my Neck
And of these Bracelets, Oh! Unhappy Omen!

Bon. No, no, my Love; I found it as it lay at Random in your Chamber, and fearing it might be forgot, or lost, have laid it by; ’Tis safe my Love.

Ara. Alas, I know not!
Some busie Genius Whispers to my Soul,
[8] The loss of this upon my Wedding Day
Portend’s a greater e’re the Day be past.

Bon. Banish such Fears, let’s in and see our Friends.

Ara. Indeed they all expect you; come I’ll lead the way.

Bon. I’ll go with you. Barn-Elms you say?
[Aside to Friendly .

Fri. Yes that’s the place, at Seven precisely;

Bon. I’ll meet you on the Exchange , and go together;
If you are there before me, Take a turn or two.
[Exit Bonvile , and Arabella .

Fri. Oh my Dear Bonvile ! Art thou then the Man?
The only, only Man that I can call Friend,
And only Friend that I am bound to Kill?
A Friend, that for my sake wou’d stake his Life,
Leave a Chast Bride and untouch’d Nuptial Bed
For me base Man, nay worse than Savage Beast:
The generous Lyon, never kills his kind
They say, althô provoked to utmost rage;
Yet I vile Monster, more ungrateful Man,
Thus unprovoked, must kill my Brother Creature,
And which is worse, my Dear and only Friend!
All for the pleasure of a Foolish Woman.

O cruel Woman thus to Command
A Task so hard, Yet what I can't withstand!
Oh! thou rare Copy of the Original,
By which free Man at first received his fall;
For she not only wou’d her self undo,
And all her Sex, but Damn all Mankind too. [Exit.

ACT the Second.

Scene the First.
The Fields.

Sum. A Younger Brother! ’Tis a poor Title, and very hard to bear with: The Elder Fool inherits all the Land, whilst we are forc’d to follow Legacies of Wit, and get ’um when we can . Why shou’d the Law, by which we are deprived of equal Portion with the First-begotten, not bind our Fathers to cease from Procreation, and so as well deprive us of a wretched Being, as of the Thing we cannot be without: No, no, our Mothers ne’re will consent to that, they love to groan and squall, tho at the same time the Gallows eccho’s to their Groans, and both together labour for us. From the first we travel forth—to’thers our Journey’s End. All this I know, yet I must forward : To beg, my Birth will ne’re consent to; and borrowing is quite out of date —Yet starve I cannot, nor murder I wou’d not : It must be the Highway then, the old Trade we poor honest Rogues are forc’d too—This Place will serve for a Beginner well enough—A Beginner did I say? Yes; for this is the very first day I open Shop—Fortune, they say, uses to help the Bold, I hope she will be kind to me. Ha! who have we here? A Gentlewoman well rigg’d, and only a Servant with her, She may be a Prize worth the boarding, and faith I’ll venture hard but I’ll carry her.
[He retires to a corner of the Stage.

Arab. Alas! I’m tired and cannot travel further; my Heart is full of Fear, and yet I know not why, nor can I tell why he should use me thus,—It is not common sure for Men to leave their Brides upon the Wedding-day: And yet I cannot tell but it may be so! O wretched State of Marriage, and of Love, if this be Love! Here will I lie me down, and rest a while [ Lies down. ] my wearied Limbs, unused to these sad Frights and Fears—But prethee do thou run after him, and if it be possible o’retake him too: Tell him the strange Disorder thou dost leave me in; and let him know my Father’s Anger, his Friends Concern, and what is more, his Arabella ’s sad Complaint; tell him, I grieve, I faint, I die; tell him any thing that may stay him.

[10] Arab. Intreat him to return; nay, urge him all thou canst to make him come again: Nay haste, good Symon , fly if thou canst, for I can stir no further.

I she whom once so many did admire,
Whose Wit and Charms the coldest Hearts cou’d fire!
Now wretched Maid, and most unhappy Wife,
In Sighs and in Complaints must end my Life.
Abandoned by my Husband, e’re enjoyed,
With thoughts of Pleasure, yet untasted, cloy’d.
He leaves me now to my sad Frights a Prey;
O, my dear Bonvile ! whither dost thou stray?
Unheard, alas! I make my amarous Moans;
The Winds and Waves refuse to bear my Groans:
Eccho her self can’t suffer my Complaint,
But with repeated Sighs grows tir’d and faint.
Where to find him, good Heaven direct me!
For losing him, I more than lose my self.
[Rises, and Exit .

Sum. I must after her, she’s worth my Acquaintance, and has good Moveables about her I perceive, what e’re the Ready is. The next Turning has a most convenient Hollow for the Purpose, and there I’ll make her sure. Now Luck, or never.
[Exit after Arabella .

Sum. Yes faith in some Respects, I’m very honest, but not altogether so; I were not fit to live in the World if I were too honest, Child.

Ara. How, honest, and yet a Thief? I never heard they were of Kin before; Pray, Heaven, I find it now.

Ara. Well, Sir, since that’s your Title, pray use me kindly: Nay, I’m sure you will, there’s something in your Looks which speaks you mild and noble.

Sum. Yes, I am a Gentleman, and you shall find me so; for I’ll not offer you the least shew of Violence, or offer to corrupt your Chastity; thô indeed you are tempting Fair, and might inflame a colder Heart than mine: Yet Ravishing’s no part of my Profession as yet; or if it were, you look so charming Innocent, you wou’d disarm my wildest Thoughts.

Sum. Then this it seems is your Wedding-day, and these the Hours of Interim that keep you in that double State?

Sum. Come then, I’ll be brief, and hinder not your desired Hymen . You have some superfluous Toys I see about you, which you must deliver; I mean, that Chain of Gold and Pearl about your Neck, and those pretty Bracelets about your Arms, (pray, Heaven, they prove not Emblems of the combined Hemp which is to halter mine); come, Madam, pray deliver ’em.

Ara. Nay, I intreat you, Sir, to take ’em, for I cannot give ’em, they are lock’d you see, and truly I have not the Key about me; it may be you are furnish’d with Instruments that may unloose ’em, I pray do.

Sum. No faith, Madam, I’m but a Beginner in this same Business, and am wholly unprovided of any Pick-lock Tools besides this Sword.
[Draws his Sword.

Ara. O, good Sir, do not shew me that, ’tis too frightful; pray hurt me not, for I do yield them freely: Use your Hands, perhaps their strength will serve to tear ’em from me without more ado. Some Pain I’ll quietly endure, provide you do not hurt me much.

Sum. Alas, dear Lady, I’ll use you as gently as I can upon my Word; but ’tis devilish strong.—If I hurt you, pray speak.
[He endeavours to break the Chain about her Neck.]

Sum. I am glad on’t,—S’death, I can’t do it.
[She draws his Sword, and stands upon her Guard.

Ara. No Sir, nor shall not now: You a Highway-man and guard your self no better: Come, Sir, what Money have you? Deliver quickly.

Ara. How, no Money, ’twere pity then to take this from thee; Here, take it again, I know you’l use me ne’re the worse for what I have done.
[Gives him his Sword again.]

Ara. I do believe you; and now pray hear me—Here on my Knees, in sight of Heaven, I make this solemn Protestation, That if you’l but forbear the Rifling of this Chain and Bracelets, and go but with me Home, by all the Vows which I this Day have plighted to my dearest Husband, I will deliver you in Money the full Value of these I wear, and cannot for my Life get off.

Sum. Ha! Ready-money is the Prize I look for; it passes without suspicion every where, when Chains and Jewels are often stop’d and call’d for before the Magistrate: But——

Ara. Nay never doubt! You saw I gave you my Advantage up, and questioned not my safety at your hands, pray fear not yours in mine.

[12] Sum. I think I may, for they were fewer than the Articles of my Faith, therefore I have room for you, and will believe you—Yet stay, you say you’l ransom your jewels with Ready-money when you come Home; so you may, and then discover me.

Sum. No, for I’ll trust you; and if you do betray me, then Mercy upon me, and Farewel. I knew a Gentleman that had been a Courtier at Whitehall fifteen Years, and he was buried e’re he took a Bride: ’Tis very strange you’l say; and may be my Case in another way.

Sum. Give me your Hand, I’ll wait on you; and if you are (as I believe you) True and Just, you are the World’s Wonder! Come, Madam.
[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

2 Boy. O Jeminy ! I’ll be hang’d if it ben’t Goodman Compass , that they said was dead three Years ago.

Comp. O London ! sweet London ! Do I live to see thee once again? My Eyes are full of Brine for Joy. And if my dear Peggy be but living still, I shall cry ’em out.

Comp. Thank you, good Lad: Honest Jack here too? Why, thou art grown a little Man since I saw thee last: What, is that thy own, heh?

2 Boy. I am fain to keep it, you see, whoever got it; it may be other Mens Cases as well as mine.

2 Boy. Nay, nay, I can’t tell that neither: My Master loves it as well as if it were his own, and for ought I see better than my Dame.

2 Boy. But, Goodman Compass , I can tell you News, Your Wife has a brave Boy too of her own, not above a Quarter old, as big as two of this.

Comp. Ha! say’st thou so, Jack ? Ha, ha, ha, by my Troth I am heartily glad to hear it: I’ll give thee a dozen of Ale, and thy News be true, Boy.

1 Boy. I assure you ’tis very true: All your Neighbours can tell you the same.

Comp. Ha, ha, ha! But a Quarter old, and so lusty, say you? What plaguy thundering Boys are got now-a-days: I Gad, I shall split my Sides with Laughing; Ha, ha, ha.—But Jack , I have been loth to ask thee all this while, for fear of ill News, how does my Wife?

2 Boy. O never better, nor ever so lusty and handsome—And truly she wears better Clothes than she was wont, especially on Holy-days: she has Silk-Gowns, and Lac’d-Petticoats, and fine Holland -Smocks too, they say, that have seen ’em: And some of our Neighbours say, they were taken up in Cheap .

[13] Comp. Like enough, Jack ; and there they must be paid for—Well, good Lads, go and tell my Wife the joyful Tidings of my Return.

Comp. Well, Peggy , if I am one of the Livery, I thank thee for it: The Cuckolds are the greatest Company in all the City: And we have more Aldermen among us, than all the other put them together.

Peg. O my dear sweet Honey-suckle! Art thou alive? I am glad to see thee with all my Heart and Soul, so I am.
[Runs and kisses him.

Comp. O, ho! good Spouse, give me leave to shed a few pearly Tears; the Fountain of Love will have its Course: And thô I cannot Sing at first sight, yet I can Cry you see. I am as it were new come into the World; and Children Cry before they Laugh, a long time you know.

Peg. Yes; and so thou art new born indeed to me, my Numpy ; for I was told you were dead long since, and never thought to see this dear sweet Face of thine again: I heard thou wert div’d to the bottom of the Sea, and that you never did intend to see poor Peggy more.

Comp. He, he, he, I was going down, as you say Peg , but I thought better on’t, and turn’d back: I heard an ill Report of my Neighbours there; the devouring Sharks, and other Sea-Monsters, whose Company, to tell you the Truth, I did not like; and therefore resolv’d to come home and bide with thee my Girl—Come kiss thy poor Hubby, kiss me I say, for Sorrow begins to ebb apace.

Comp. An Ocean of Thanks, kind Peggy : Well, and how goes all at Home? What Lank still, poor Peg ? Wil’t ne’re be full Sea at our Wharf?

Comp. A Lass, is it, or a Lad, Wench? I shou’d be glad of both; I look’d for a pair of Compasses long afore now.

Comp. I from home? Why thô I was from home, and other of our Neighbours from home, does that follow that every body else is from home?

Comp. Merry, nay I’ll be merrier yet; why shou’d I be sorry? I hope my Boy’s well, is he not? Od’s fish, I look for another by this Time.

Comp. What Boy! why the Boy I got when I came home in the Cock-boat one Night, about a Year ago; You have not forgotten it, I hope, I think I left behind me for a Boy, and a Boy I look for.

Peg. I find he knows all—What shall I do? [Aside.]
O dear Husband, pray pardon me. [Kneels.]

Comp. Pardon thee; why I hope thou hast not made away with my Boy, hast thou? Od’s death I’ll hang thee, if there were never a Whore more in London , if thou hast.

[14] Peg. O no; but your long Absence, and the Rumour of your Death, [ Cries. ] made me think I might venture.

Comp. Venture, quoth a, I can’t blame thee, Peg ; for Wapping , if it were twice Wapping , can’t hold out always, no more than Redriff , Limehouse or Shadwel , nay or the strongest Suburbs about London ; and when it comes to that, wo be to the City too, Girl.

Peg. Consider, Husband, I’m but a Woman, neither the first or last that have done the same, and truly I won’t deny but I have a Child.

Peg. If you’l forgive me this Time, it shall be so no more, indeed and indeed, now.

Comp. Well, well. I will forgive thee, Peg , upon this Condition, that you tell me who it was that fell foul aboard thee, and sprung this Leak in thee.

Comp. I am beholding to him, and wou’d requite his Civility, if his Wife were but as willing, thô he be one of our Merchants at Sea, he shall give me leave to be Owner at home; and where is my Boy? what, shan’t I see him?

Peg. Yes if you please, good Husband: He’s nurs’d at Bednal green ; ’tis now too late, to Morrow will be better.

Let other Fools repine at Scoffs and Scorns,
I’ll teach the Cuckold how to hide his Horns.
[Exeunt.

Mer. Was the like ever known, that a Bridegroom shou’d absent himself on his Wedding-Day?

Mer. And the Bride too my Daughter, she’s out of the way: Why what shou’d be the meaning of all this, Od’s bobs I can’t tell?

Mrs. Ven. Perhaps they’r busy Brother, privately conferring Notes together: You can’t tell but that the young Man may have a stomach to his Supper, and fall too unawares, and we ne’re the wiser.

Spr. Od’s nigs, very true; what wou’d you say then Sir, if they shou’d be stol’n away, and a-bed together seriously?

Mer. What wou’d I say? marry I wou’d say, Speed ’em well: And if no worse News ever comes to me, I’ll be hang’d if e’re I cry’d for’t.

Nurse. Well then let me alone—Besides, Sir, he intends to come to morrow morning with his Wife and see him.

Mr. Ven. I’ll meet him there; and if he chance to be there before me, be sure to keep the Child safe, and not let him touch it.

Mer. So, so, Heaven be praised, they are not both lost I see, here’s the Bride, my Daughter, come again.

Ara. Father, and Gentlemen, I desire ye to treat this Stranger here with all Respect and Generosity; He’s a loving Kinsman of my Bonvile ’s who kindly came to congratulate our Wedding.

Mer. But where’s the Bridegroom, Girl? Od’s bobs we’re all at a Nonplus here, at a stand, quite out; the Musicks ceas’d, and we all look as thô there were neither a light Heart or Heel among us; nay, my Cousin Clara too as cloudy as on a washing Day.

Ara. ’Tis I alone have cause to be sad, if this Day’s Happiness cou’d admit of any; But I’ve long reason’d with my pressing Thoughts, and from them drawn some Symptoms of Relief. Suppose this Day hath long since appointed by my dear Bonvile , to meet some Foe, and right his injur’d Reputation: Nay, say he fights, alas! Why shou’d I fear, when all the Powers above, that guard true Love and Innocence, will never see him fall.

Mer. Prethee peace, good Girl hold thy tongue; Od’s bobs thou’lt make us all Cowards, to hear a Woman preach up Valour thus.

Ara. Well, Sir, I have done: But pray entertain this Gentleman kindly for my sake. Indeed I was afraid when I saw him first.

Ara. Being in search of my dear Bonvile , I had quite lost my Way when he most opportunely came unto my Aid, and gave me many marks of his Esteem in my distress of Fears; nay more than this, which I’ll declare at large.

[16] Ara. Well, Gentlemen, since the Bridegroom’s absent, I must supply his Place: Come, when I have waited on you to your Pleasure, I will return [ To Summerfield.] to you, Sir, we must discourse more of my Bonvile yet.
[Exeunt all but Summerfield .]

Sum. What a trembling Trade’s this, when Conscience, that shou’d be our only Guide, flies and leaves us to our accusing Guilt. A Thief! the very Name and Thought chills my Blood, and makes me tremble like an Ague-fit. A Dog, nay every Bough that moves, puts us in fear of present Apprehension. Sure I shall never thrive on this Trade: Perhaps I need take no further Care, I may be now near to my Journey’s End, or at least in a fair way to Newgate , and from thence to Tyburn , the only Place that we poor Rogues can claim for an Inheritance. Trust a Woman, and with a Matter of such Importance, what a simple Dog am I? I cou’d find in my Heart to run away: And that were base to run from a woman; I can lay claim to nothing but her Vows, and those the Women seldom or never mind.

Ara. So, Sir, now you shall find a Woman as good as her Promise; Here are 20 Pieces, the full Value, on my Life, of what they cost.

Sum. Pray, Madam, do not thus suspend my doubtful Soul; but if you do design to insnare my Life, speak, speak freely: Or if the Constable be at the Door, let him shew his Staff of Authority, perhaps I may corrupt him with a Bribe.

Ara. How! base ungrateful Man, do you suspect my Faith? Nay then, Father, Uncle, and Gentlemen, where are you?

Ara. For shame, will you not entertain your Kinsman here a little better: you leave him here alone, as thô you despised his Company.

Mer. Is that all? I thought the Bridegroom had been return’d: Sir, pray pardon this Rudeness; But indeed I had quite forgot you, quite forgot you, as I hope to be sav’d: But what makes you tremble, Sir, are you ill dispos’d.

Ara. Think you he hath not reason to be ill-disposed at this cold [Aside to Justice Merryman .]
Entertainment? for my part I blush for shame.

Spr. Come pray, Sir, shake off this Dulness, and participate of our Mirth, Od’s nigs do.

Sum. I am very well, Sir, I thank you, only the Gentleman is a little under a Mistake.

Mer. It may be so, Ay, ay, it may be so; I vow I thought you had trembled, but I believe it might be my own Hand; you must pardon me, I was stiffer once.

[17] Mer. Why, to the East-Indies ? I have a Vessel, Gentlemen, called the Sea-Horse , bound thither, and to morrow I do expect her to sail. Now, Gentlemen, if you’l venture, ye shall have fair Dealing, that I’ll promise you. And for the French, you need not fear them, for she is a smart new Vessel: Nay, she hath a Letter of Mart too, and twenty brave roaring Boys on both Sides her, Starboard and Larboard: And I intend to go as far as Marget down with her, ’twill be as good as Physick to me.

Sum. And, Sir, if a proffer’d Love may be accepted, be pleased to take my ten Pieces with you.

Ara. That’s kindly said, Sir, and I thank you: Now pray venture Ten more for my sake.

Ara. At my Request, Sir, venture the other Ten; if you want, I’ll supply you with as many more.

Sum. With all my Heart then: Come, Sir, if you please, I’ll double mine: So now she’s got her Gold again, and I am now no Thief, ( aside ) Sir, I have a Suit to you,
[To Merryman .

Mer. You may command it, for I am always at your Service: But pray your Pleasure?

Sum. My Request, Sir, is, to have the Honour of keeping you Company to Sea, for I have a great desire to see Marget .

Ara. I hope you will be both better acquainted e’re you return; and by that time your Kinsman may be here to make you more welcome.

And for the Gold at my Request you lent,
I’ll double it to give you more content.

Sum. Why shou’d I fear, since she is prov’d so just?
I’ll quit my Trade: Now Jack Catch do thy worst.

ACT the Third.
A Wood

Bon. Come my brave Friendly , I think we are here the first: Your Enemy is not yet i’th Field; let’s walk a Turn or two, perhaps by that time he may arrive.

Bon. Thy Looks, me-thinks, speak Conquest sure thy own; an ardent Rage has kindled both thy Cheeks.

Fri. Like a red Morning, Friend; which still foretels a stormy Day to follow—And now I well observe your Face, me-thinks it waxes pale, there’s Death in it already.

Bon. How, Friendly , do you then take me for a Coward? My Face look pale, and Death in it already? By Heav’n, shou’d any but my Friendly dare to tell me what thou hast said, my Sword shou’d ram the base Affront down the curst Villain’s Throat. But you are my Friend, and I must only chide your Error. But prethee tell me who is it you are to fight with, for as yet I am ignorant both of the Cause and Person.

Bon. How, afraid to tell his Name? Then I begin to doubt the Justice of your Quarrel.

Fri. Too well you may, for by yon’ setting Sun, that Globe of heavenly Light I swear, I come to kill the only Man that strives to save my Life—Man did I say? Nay more than common Man, for those the World abound with; but such a Man besides, all this vast Land affords not.

Bon. By this your large Encomium of your Friend, I’m afraid ’twas Wine first made your Quarrel, and thereupon this Challenge did ensue.

Fri. O no! I call the Powers above to witness, that in all the Course of our unhappy Friendship, I to my knowledg never did receive the least Affront or Injury from him.

Fri. O dear Friend, the noblest that Man cou’d ever boast of: [ embraces him ] When first my rigid Fate threw on me this Command to fight, I had recourse to many whom I always thought my Friends; but when the Touchstone of my Danger try’d ’em, I found ’em like the cursed Fruit of Sodom , fair without, but rotten at [19] the Heart: But then I found out Bonvile , my only dearest Friend. Bonvile no sooner heard of my Engagement, but flew unto my Succour with as much Bravery, as a great General hastned by Alarms, marches to meet the Foe: You left your Nuptial Bed perhaps to meet your Death. O unheard-of Friendship! My Father gave me Life, ’tis true; but you, my Friend, support my Honour. All this for me, while I, ungrateful Man, thus seek your Life: For to my eternal Horror be it spoke, you are the Man whom I come here to kill.

Fri. Too true alas! there read the Warrant for your Death.
[Gives him the Letter.]

Bon. How! kill me? Sure, I dream, and this is all Delusion, or else thou dost it only to try thy Friend.

Fri. O, from my Soul, I wish it were no more. But read, read on, see how I’m fetter’d in a Circe’s Charms—I love beyond Imagination, love even to Madness, and must as madly do a Deed will damn me to the hottest Flames of Hell.

Fri. Alas! I must, you see I am commanded, commanded too by Love; Love more powerful than all the Sacred Ties of Friendship, therefore draw, and guard thy self.
[Draws.

Fri. There thou stab’st my Soul. O where, where is now my Resolution fled? A fatal Blast has struck me; a sudden Horror shot me thrô the Heart; a Trembling seiz’d my Knees, that I can hardly stand, and all my Vital Powers methinks seem dead; yet Love’s the Fire must kindle all again, therefore I charge thee draw, or naked as thou art, I will assail thee.

Bon. I am defended against all that thou canst do, in having Justice on my Side, and Friendship too to back it.

But since Humanity now bears so sway,
To this unguarded Breast come make your way.

Bon. How can the Effect prove different from the Cause? Or how can any thing but damn’d Barbarity ensue a Woman’s much more damn’d Design? Who wou’d expect Reason from one that raves, or hope for Mercy in a Tyger’s Den? Believe me, Friendly , all this may sooner be; Mercy may sooner dwell among the Savage Wolves and Bears, than in a Woman’s Breast.

Fri. O, my too rigid Fate, to place me thus on such a dangerous Precipice, that wheresoe’re I turn my self for help, I see my Ruin still before mine Eyes.
[Seems to weep.

Bon. [ Pausing. ] Stay—The Command which thy Medea sent thee, was to kill thy only dearest Friend, was it not?

Bon. Then here, all Friendship dies between us; thus hast thou kill’d thy Friend, and satisfied that infernal Hag, thy cursed Mistress, who thus commanded thee: Away, I say, begon, and never see me more.

[20] Bon. Yes, base ungrateful Wretch, farewel, ( Offers to go ) —Yet stay, and since that Sacred Tie of Friendship’s broke, know thou, most vile of Men, that Bonvile ’s now thy Enemy; therefore do thou draw and guard thy spotted Life.

Bon. Friend didst thou call me? On forfeit of thy Life that word no more; the very Name of Friend from thee, shall be a Quarrel: How can I tell but that thou lovest my Wife, and therefore feign’d this damn’d Design to draw me from her Arms?

Fri. How! wrong thy Wife? O no, I never had a Thought so vile! Yet you must forgive me, indeed you must, by all that once was dear to me; and what I dare not mention more, by Love and Honour, I implore thy Pardon—Still art thou deaf to my Complaints?—Nay, then upon my Knee, I will enforce thy Pity. Behold me, Bonvile , prostrate at thy Feet, crawling for Mercy, swimming in Tears, and almost drown’d with Shame; extend thy Arm to help me, as thou’rt a Man, be God-like in thy Nature, and raise me from the Grave; turn thy Eyes on me, and sink me not with Frowns; O save me, save me, or I fall for ever.

Bon. As soon shall Heav’n reverse the Fate of Hell, as I recal what I have said, or plant thee in my Breast again.

Bon. Thou are indeed for ever lost to me; see what a miserable Wretch thy Folly now has made thee: A Creature so far below my Pity, that I despise and scorn thy base Submission, and will never hear thee more, more.

Bon. More barbarous Friendly : Hold off, or I will use thee like a Dog, tread thee to Earth, and spurn thee like a Slave, base as thou art.

Bon. Not for the World; I’de rather venture my self with Crocodiles, catch the last dying Gasps of some poor Wretch infested with the Plague, than trust my self with thee.

Farewel, I leave thee with the greatest Curse,
Condemn’d to Woman, Hell affords no worse.

Fri. Death and Destruction, am I thus despised! Condemned to Woman’s Lust, and scorn’d by Man. By Bonvile too, after imploring, like a School-Boy, at his Feet—My Blood boils high, and scalds my very Heart! My inward Grief calls on me for Revenge, and I am all on fire! O that I had the proud Bonvile here now at my Feet, I’de use him worse than he did me before.

But since that open Force yields no Relief,
Private Revenge shall ease my swelling Grief.
[21] With Thoughts of Jealousy I’ll fill his Soul,
Which shall its Powers of all their Rest controul.
Thus for a Woman I’ve begun a War,
And for her sake must damn my Soul like her.
[Exit.

SCENE the Second.

Nurse. Indeed you must pardon me, I can’t let ye see the Child; to tell you the Truth, I am commanded to the contrary.

Comp. The Civil Law found it otherwise! Why then the Uncivil Law shall make it mine again, I’ll be as dreadful as a Shrove-Tuesday to thee; for I’ll besiege thy squalling catterwauling Castle, with my Friends the Mob, and gut thy stinking Nursery, but I’ll both see and have my Child.

Nurse. Harkee, Goodman Swabber, say but half so much again, and I’ll call the Constable, and lay Burglary to your Charge. You wou’d not be so hot if the Enemy were in View, nor if you had to do with any body but a poor innocent Woman, so you wou’d’nt.

Peg. Good Husband be patient, and let me alone with her: Come, come, good Nurse, let him see the Boy.

Nurse. Indeed I dare not Goody Compass : The Father first you know delivered me the Child, and order’d me to let no body see it. He pays me well and weekly for my Pains, and therefore I’ll do as be bad me, so I will.

Comp. Do you so? Well, and I grant it too; And is not the Child then my own by the Wives Copy-hold?

Comp. The Law! What then you think I’ll be but its Father-in-Law? I tell thee, all the Wit and Law twixt Cuckolds-Point and Westminster-Hall , shan’t keep my own dear Flesh and Blood from me, I warrant you that. No an’t does, I’ll be hanged at the Main-yard: Why, who, dost think, uses to get my Children but my self?

Nurse. Nay, I can’t tell; you must look to that, for my part I ne’re knew you get any.

Comp. Say’st thou so? Why, look you, do but put on a clean Smock, and try me, if thou darst, I’ll hold thee three to one I get thee with Child before I leave thee: Heh! what say’st thou?
[Offers to lay hold on her.

Nurse. I’ll see you hang’d first—Nay, pray be quiet, and don’t offer to spoil my Milk. Lord, you are as boisterous as my Husband was the first Night we were married: Pray, Goody Compass , take off your Cur, or else he’l bite me.

Comp. I know what belongs to Calm, and a Storm too; and if you please, a cold word or two wi’ you.

Comp. Your Nag? Well your Nag then let it be: Harke, Sir, to be short, I’ll cut off your Nag’s Tail, if e’re I catch him there again.

Comp. I say, Sir, you shall maintain no Child of mine; my Wife does not bestow her Labour for that purpose.

Mr. Ven. The Deed I have done to be lawful, I have repented it, and given Satisfaction to the Law, my Purse has paid for’t; therefore I wou’d treat milder with you if you’d be pleased.

Comp. Yes, yes, I am very well pleased, and shall be better pleased if you can serve me so still: For, look you Sir, one of these Days I shall to Sea again, you know where my Wife lives; yet you’l but lose your labour, for get as many Children as you can, I assure you, you shall keep none of them.

Mr. Ven. Nay then, since you are so rough, I tell you plainly you are—a——

Comp. Yes if you can, I know you will. But pray tell me, is not my Wife the Mother? You may be as far from being the Father as I am, for my Wife’s acquainted with more Whore-masters besides your self; ay, and as crafty Merchants too, let me tell you that.

Peg. No indeed Husband, I had to do with no body else, ’twas he begot, indeed and indeed now. Yet for all that, the Child’s mine, I bred it and bore it, and I’ll have it and keep it, so I will.

Mrs. Ven. Pray hold there Mrs. Jill-flurt, the Child’s my Husband’s, and he shall have it, or I’ll tear your Eyes out, ye Whore you.

Comp. Good Words, Mistress; d’ye hear, give good Words you’d best, or I shall tell you your own.

Mr. Ven. I’ll have no more to say to ye, the Law shall determine it; in the mean time Nurse keep the Child for me, there, there’s Money for thee.
[Gives her Money.

[23] Comp. There’s Money for me too, keep it for me, Nurse; give him both thy Duggs at once, I pay thee for the right one, Girl.

Nurse. I have two Hands, you see Gentlemen; this does but show ye how the Law will hamper ye; even thus you’l be used, Gentlemen, if you go to Law.

Mr. Ven. Well, fare ye well, we shall meet in another Place—Come Winny .
[Exit Venter and his Wife.

Comp. Ay, ay, I’ll meet you when and where you dare, and do your worst, I fear you not: By the Lord Harry the World’s come to a fine Pass, that we must go to Law for our Children. No wonder the Lawyers are all so rich, yet e’re the Law shall have a Limb, a Leg, a Joint or Nail of this same Boy,

’T shall cost me more than a whole Child in getting,
Some win by play, and standers by with Betting.
[Exeunt.

SCENE the Third.

Enter Spruce, Arabella with a Letter in her Hand, Clara , Mr. Venter , and Mrs. Venter .

Mr. Ven. And pray be free; Does he tell ye the Cause of his leaving you so abruptly on his Wedding-day?

Ara. Yes; Sir, yet this had been sufficient to have let me known what he is gone about, without the formal Addition of an Epistle.

Cla. O foolish Friendly , this thy Mistake has made me the most wretched of Woman-kind! Such variety of Thoughts load my afflicted Breast, that I know not what to think: I rave, am mad, not knowing what my Folly may produce; I fear for both, for both my Heart does bleed.

Ara . Miserable Maid! nay, miserable Wife! but much more miserable Widow! O my dear Bonvile !

Spr. Duce take me, if e’re I saw a Company so Phlegmatick in all my Life: Mr. Venter , prethee let’s have a Song, to pass away the Time, and put Life into the Bride.

[24] Mr. Ven. With all my Heart, Mr. Spruce : Here, who waits?—Call in the Musick, and desire ’em to oblige the Ladies with a new Song.
[Servant Enter and Exit.]

Wom. I’le have you offer no more your Pretending,
Man. Nor will I suffer your modish Dissembling:
Wom. For Honour commands,
Man. And Freedom withstands,
Wom. What you?
Man. And you.
Wom. I know wou’d have me be, your Slave,
Man. I know wou’d have me be, your Slave.
Wom. O, no, no, no!
Man. No, no, no, no!
Wom. I never will agree,
Man. I ever will be free.

Mer. Daughter, Daughter! Where’s my Daughter? I say, Where’s my Daughter? O Girl, I have the best News to tell you——

Mer. Such a Cousin, Girl, such a dear Cousin he is, as Alexander the Great , if he were alive, might be proud and boast of.

Ara. You’re welcome here again, Sir; You’ve made but a short Voyage, pray what occasion’d your Return so speedily?

Sum. Madam, I render you ten thousand Thanks; Your Generosity and Goodness has wholly made me yours; I am the humblest of your faithful Admirers.

Ara. Forbear such lavish Gratitude; You’r too profuse in your Acknowledgment of your small Favours. But pray be brief, and let me know the happy Occasion of this your sudden Return, I long methinks to hear it.

Sum. Madam, you may command me—Not to molest the Company with the Recital of every vain and needless Circumstance; ’twas briefly thus. Scarce had we passed by Marget on our Course, when on a sudden, from the Top-mast head, a Sailer cries, All hands Aloft, three Sails ahead: With that we rumidg and clear our Deck, our Gun-room arm’d, and all things now are ready for a Fight. The Ships before descried, with warlike Stems cut the resisting Waves, whilst from their Pendants fluttering in the Air, we found they were three Dunkirk Privateers; they having made our English Cross advanced, salute us with a Broad-side, to make us strike and yield: But we, who ne’re knew as yet what ’twas so cowardly to yield, and not regarding their unequal Odds, fell boldly on, returning Fire for Fire. The Engagement then grew desperate, for they on either Side fired in amain, whilst we withstood their Force. At length they boldly grappled, and laid us close aboard, and we as bravely beat them off again.

Mer. But now, Daughter, mark what follows, for that’s worth all, I’faith it is; therefore go on, dear Cuz, go on.

Sum. Sea-room at length we got; when (as Fate wou’d have it) an unlucky Shot struck both the Captain and Lieutenant dead. Then we began to fear, and all our noble Hearts were trembling with despair.

Sum. How cou’d it be otherwise, when both our Commanders now were lost? therefore to strike was all the Talk——

Mer. Ay, ay, now Daughter, now comes the Play, the other was only the Prologue.

Sum. But Fortune favouring, and the Wind springing a fresh Gale, we got clear off and try’d to make a running Fight.

Sum. Pardon me, Sir, ’twas of so small Moment, that already it has slipt my treacherous Memory.

Mer. Oh, ho! has it so! Ha, ha, ha! But it has not mine, I thank you, no marry has it not, as you shall hear—Then he, with an undaunted Spirit, started up amongst the Sailers, and——

Mer. By the Foot of Pharaoh I’ll not be balkt; he, I say, with an Heroick Voice cried out, Courage brave boys, Charge and Discharge amain; come I’ll supply your fall’n Captain’s place. At this blest News they all fell on again, with ten thousand times more Fury than before: Victory, Victory, was all their cry, whilst he my [26] Cousin here, whom I shall ne’re forget, for by the Lord, methinks, I see him in the Fight this very Instant, now running this way, now running that way, now down to the Gun-room to encourage those that fought there; now upon the Deck again, still crying out, Fear not, brave Boys, the Day will soon be our’s.

Sum. O pray, Sir, let me intreat you to forbear, you make me ashamed, I protest, to hear you.

Mer. I will, I will—At length the proud French swallowing too many of our English Balls, two of ’em very fairly cried, Your Servants Gentlemen, farewel, and down they went. The other having lost most of her Men, resolved to leave us; but we being too nimble, overtook her, clapt some Men aboard, and brought her in a Prize: And this my brave Man of War here, was the first that boarded her with Sword in Hand.

Spruce. Sir, we are all indebted to your Valour; such Voyages as these, from small Venturers, in time may make us great Merchants.

Sum. Gentlemen, ’tis to your Valours all, that I am indebted for the Honour I have gain’d: And that I may not seem wholly ungrateful, there, there’s something in token of my Thankfulness.
[Gives ’em Money.

Ara. Come Cousin, we’l withdraw into the Parlour: And if these honest Friends will be pleased to drink what our House affords, they shall be welcome.

3 Sail. Ay Tom so he is; had it not been for him, we had all been taken on my Conscience.

1 Sail. On my Soul and so we had: O if you had but seen him when he boarded the Monsieur , ’twou’d have made you laugh ’till you had split your Sides. He came up to the Captain o’this fashion with a Slap—ha! and gave him such a back-handed wipe, that he cut off his Head as genteely, as tho he had served seven Years Apprenticeship to’t.

Serv. Gentlemen, Mr. Summerfield desires ye to be merry, and has sent you this to drink his Health.

1 Sail. O, the Lord bless him, he’s a fine Gentleman, and so pray tell him, and withal give him our hearty Thanks; Dost hear Boy?

[The first Sailer takes the Bowl of Punch, walks in state round the Stage, and sings; the others all follow.]

Here’s a Health to jolly Bacchus,
Here’s a Health to jolly Bacchus,
Hi ho, hi ho, hi ho.
For he will merry make us,
For he will merry make us,
Hi ho, hi ho, hi ho.
Then sit ye down together,
Then sit ye down together.
[They all sit down with the Bowl in the middle.

3 Sail. With all my Heart; strike up Musick.
The Sailers and their Wives dance.

1 Sail. So, well done my Lads, now let’s aboard amain,
And suck our Faces o’re and o’re again.
Brandy we’ve got enough, by this blest Chance,
We’l nothing drink but Punch, when we get France .

ACT the Fourth.
A Tavern.

Com. Canary for her; I know what relishes her Palat best. A Quart of brisk Canary, Boy.

Com. The King’s Head: Marry, it has a good Neighbour of Guild-hall . It takes many a fair Pound upon that ’n Account, I warrant you.

Draw. Sir, Here’s a Glass of the richest Canary that ever came over, the very Quintessence of the Grape I assure you.

Com. Say’st thou so? Why then there’s a Tester for thee, and so leave us—. Come, Mr. Pettifog , [ Exit Drawer ] and ’t please you my Service to you.
[Drinks.

Pett. I thank you kindly, Sir.—Mrs. my Service to you, your Husband’s good Health.
[Drinks.

Peg. With all my Heart indeed, Here my dear black ey’d Rogue, thy n’own good Health.
[Drinks.

Comp. ’Tis true we did so,—but come to the Business in hand.
[Pettifog and Compasse talk privately .

Dodge. O we shall carry it most certainly: You have Money to go through with the Business; and ne’re fear but we’ll trounce them swingingly.

Mr. Ven. I warrant you think it very strange, Mr. Dodge , that I am at this Charge and Expence to bring a farther Charge upon me.

Dodge. Not I, I assure you, Sir, for I know you are a wise Man, and know very well what you do; besides you have Money, Money enough, Sir.

Mr. Ven. Why the short and the long of the Business is this; I made a Purchase lately, and in that I did estate the Child (about which I’m sued) Joint-Purchaser with me in all the Land I bought.

Mrs. Ven. Right Husband; and you know ’twas I that advised you to make the Purchase, and therefore I’ll never give my Consent to have the Child brought up by such a stinking Tar-barrel as now sues for him; he’d only bring him up to be a Swabber; no, no, he was born a Merchant and a Gentleman, and he shall live and die so.

Dodge. You are a worthy Gentlewoman upon my word; there are but few of such a noble Temper: But what makes the Fool of the Husband then so troublesome; does he not know when he’s well?

Dodge. A Blockhead, to proclaim his own Disgrace, and make himself laugh’d at.

Mr. Ven. That’s not it, he hopes to be the better by what is settled on the Boy.

Dodge. O, God’s so, that’s true: But never fear, I’ll be hang’d if he carry it, for you have Money, as I told you, Sir, before: but see, Sir, there they are.

Mr. Ven. Yes, Yes, I saw them before: but come, where’s our Wine?
( Within ) [the Bell rings as at the Bar.

Draw. Here Sir,—Coming, Coming, Sir: Philip , speak up in the Mermaid, and bid Jack light a Fire.
[Exit Drawer .

Pett. Why look you Sir, the Defendant you know was arrested first by a Latitat in an Action of Trespass.

Comp. Yes, and a Lawyer told me, it shou’d have been an Action of the Case, did he not, Wife?

Peg. I have no Skill in the Law you know Husband, but the Gentleman did say so.

Pett. Without all doubt, the Child he says is none of yours, What of that! I marry a Widow, and am by Consequence possess’d of a Ward. Now shall not I have the Management of that Ward? Now Sir you lie at a stronger Ward, for Partus sequitur ventrem , says the Civil Law: So that if you were within the Compass of the four Seas, as the Common Law goes, the Child must be yours, that’s certain.

[31] Comp. Say you so, Sir? Why then the Child’s my own, for I have been a Coaster these five Years and more; and so my Service to you: [Drinks]. O your Attorneys in Guild-hall have a rare time on’t, by the Lord Harry .

Comp. And O how they will laugh at their Clients when they sit in a Tavern, and call them Fools, Blockheads and Coxcombs, and then whip up their Causes as nimbly as a Barber trims his Customers on a Christmas-Eve ; a Snip, a Wipe and away.

Draw. Here’s a Gentleman, one Mr. Justice Merryman , enquires for Mr. Ventere the Merchant.

Mr. Ven. Here Boy, desire them to walk up. [ Exit Drawer.] ’Tis my Brother, and a Counsellor, to make an End of this same Business.

Merr. Your Servant, Gentlemen, your Servant: Counsellor Blunder and I have been canvasing the Business of this your Difference; and I believe, Brother, the Law will determine it as we have done; for it is point blank against you.

Mr. Ven. If it is, I must be contented: Well Sir, the Child’s your Wife’s, and you shall have it; and to endear you the more to’t, I’ll settle my part of the Estate on you and yours for ever: Give me your Hand.
[They shake Hands.

Comp. Nay I scorn to be outdone in Civility; therefore if you please I have a Gallon or two of Prize-Wine, and half a Dozen of good sound Bruges -Capons, which I’ll treat you and this good Company with at Supper; but no more Mutton, no not a bit.

Merr. Well Brother, I’m glad you’re Friends: Ods bobs I am. But come, let’s home now, and see what’s become of the Bride and Bridegroom: Farewel Friend, farewell: Come we’ll pay at the Bar.
[Exeunt Merr. Mr. Vent. and his Wife, Couns. and Dodge .

Pett. Aye, aye, you have Reason, she has earn’d you a good Fortune; and need not venture to Sea any more: Yet one thing let me advise you, ’tis Counsel worth a good Fee, for it cures Cuckoldom.

Pett. This it is, Make a flat Divorce between your selves, be you no longer her Husband, nor she your Wife: Two or three Hours after meet again, salute, woo and wed afresh, and so the base Name of Cuckold’s blotted quite. This has been experienc’d and approved by many.

[32] Comp. ’Tis excellent i’faith,—There, there’s for you; and I thank you. Peg , I renounce thee,—nay and I renounce my self too from thee; thou art now a Widow, Peg ; I’ll go hang my self two or three Hours at one o’ th’ Main Yards, and so long thou shalt go drown thy self. Then we’ll meet in White-Chappel-Fields , as it were by chance, and woo and wed again.

Comp. Farewel Widow, remember Time and Place, and d’ you hear, Put on your Sabbath-day best Clothes.

Pett. No, Sir, you have paid me for ’t, but I hope you do not intend to follow your own.

Camp. No no, I have thought better on’t, for I’ll go drink my self dead drunk, then wake again, wash my Face, and meet the Bride.

Comp. Joy, Sir, I have it Sir already, in a good Estate got by a Chopping Boy.
[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Fri. Was ever Fortune like to this of mine? Who for the Smile of a vile simple Woman, have acted thus against my very Soul, all to please a Creature, whose next Command perhaps will higher mount, it may be light on my self, as now it did on Bonvile .

Cla. Ha! Friendly here alone. Now, now, my Fears begin. [Aside.
So, Sir, you are return’d I see. [To him.

Fri. Madam, I am, and like those noble Knights in former times, after subduing all their Ladies Foes, returning with the joyful News of Conquest, receive her trembling to their longing Arms, and claim her as their own, so I——.

Fri. Madam, You are obeyed, your hard Commands fulfilled; at your Request I’ve kill’d my Friend, nay and my best of Friends.

Cla. Then thou art truly wretched: But say, say quickly, who’s this unhappy Man whom thy Mistake hath thus untimely kill’d?

Cla. Bonvile said you? My Blood with an unusual Course runs backward from my Heart! Horror has seiz’d my Soul! A thick-black Mist has overcast my Sight, and I am not the same: but speak, O speak again, Was it Bonvile ?

Fri. Why shou’d you seek to iterate my Guilt, by a Rehearsal of that dreadful [33] Name? Too sure, alas! It was: Bonvile ’s the Friend I’ve kill’d.

Cla. Curs’d be the Tongue that spoke it, but doubly curs’d the Hand that did the barbarous Fact.

Fri. Why Madam, was it not your Command to kill my Friend; nay more, my best of Friends?

Cla. Fool, our whole Sex is made of nothing else: Thou mayst sooner untie the Gordian Knot, expound the Problems of the monstrous Sphynx , and read what is decreed in the mysterious Book of Fate, than unfold a Woman’s sly malitious Meaning.

Fri. Very well; she first set me on to do this most accurs’d of Deeds, and now upbraids me; nay wou’d hang me for ’t: These are the Tricks of all her damning Sex. O Woman, Woman, Woman, dear devilish Woman, farewel.
[Offers to go.

Cla. Stay Friendly , all I have said was only to try your Constancy; and whether you’d repent of what you’ve done. But tell me truly, is Bonvile surely dead?

Cla. ’Tis bravely done, and I adore thee for ’t. By Heaven I love thee now, even unto Dotage!

Fri. Was ever Change like this? The subtlest Labyrinth Wit cou’d ere invent, affords not half so many Turnings as a Woman’s Mind.
[Aside.

Cla. O Friendly , Friendly , I am all o’re Extasy! Thou hast done a Deed that ravishes my Soul. At once thou hast kill’d my dear and only Friend, and slain the fatal’st Enemy I had.

Cla. I will; I will declare a Secret which till now I never did disclose: I lov’d that Bonvile whom thou now hast slain, not as I ought to do, but with a Woman’s Love, which he never did know: And Yesterday when I beheld the fatal Marriage ended, then like a Merchant walking on the Downes , sees a rich Vessel of his own engaged, and after took, and born away a Prize: So I, after I’d seen my Bonvile lost, (for so he was to me) resuming all the Malice of a Woman, resolved never to entertain one Thought of Love again; but lead a Life as Lapland Witches do, only on others Ruines: Then when you approached me with the hateful Sound of Love, to dash your Hopes, and put a Period to your growing Passion, I bid you kill your best and dearest Friend?

Fri. O my curs’d Stars, that wrap’d me up in such a black Mistake, What have I done?

Fri. An inward Guilt lies heavy on my Soul, and Horror with all her dreadful Forms still haunts my Sight. And did you love this Bonvile ?

Cla. The Queen of Beauty never doted more on her beloved Adonis than I on him.

Fri. And now as much you hate him: O the unheard-of Inconstancy of Women! All that they have is feign’d; their Teeth, their Hair, their Blushes, and their [34] Smiles; nay their very Conscience (if any such they have) is feign’d; all counterfeit and false: Let them wash, patch and daub themselves with all the Helps for Nature that Art cou’d e’re invent, still they are Women: And let ’em rob all India of its store to adorn themselves therewith, still are they not all that thing call’d Woman: I know not what to do, for I love and hate this Creature both at once.

Fri. But Bonvile yet must feel his Enemies Rage; shall he succeed in Love, whilst I am cross’d in mine? No, it must not, cannot, nay it shall not be.

Four Heads I have, to make a Plot not common;
Malice, Revenge, the Devil, and a Woman.
[Offers to go.

Fri. Leave thee; yes, forever: Fly thee as I wou’d a Blast from Hell: Thou art thy self a Hell; thy base detested hateful Woman’s Breath infects the purest Air:

May my Friend’s Blood, which I for thee have spilt,
Light on thy Head, and your’s be all the Guilt.
[Exeunt severally .

Comp. Gentlemen and Neighbours, as you have been Witnesses to our Divorce, so shall ye now be Evidences to our next Meeting, which I look for every Minute.

Comp. I thank you: well, I do not think but you’ll all see me come off with as smooth a Forehead, and make my Wife as honest a Woman as a Man wou’d desire sometimes, I mean of her Rank; and a teeming Woman, as you know she has been: Nay, I do not think but the Child too will be found to be as lawful a Child as any Couple of unmarried People can beget.

2d Neigh. We long to see it Neighbour Compasse , that so some of us may do the like upon the same occasion.

Comp. You’re in the right, old Stitch of the World: But soft, see where she comes with a whole Bundle of as good sound Maidens as her self.

Peg. In truth Sir you are mistaken in both, for I am neither fair, nor yet a Maid.

Comp. A Widow say you? Nay then I must make bold with you; for look you, your Case is somewhat like mine, I being a Husband without a Wife.

[35] Comp. How long have you been a Widow, good Woman? Nay pray do not weep forsooth.

Peg. Honest quoth a’, I vow and protest he was as honest a Man as e’re broke Bread. O I shall never have such another.
[Cries out.

Comp. By my Faith now Mistress you have had a great Loss indeed, for an honest Man is not to be found every where, nor in every Street.

Comp. Nay then I cannot blame thee to weep: An honest Man he was I warrant him; and you have had a mighty Loss, that’s the Truth on’t: But was he proportioned like me, so well limb’d, and of such a wholesom Complexion, heh!

Comp. Well I love, his Memory is still better and better: and how many Children did he leave behind him?

Comp. Just my own case still; my Wife (rest her Soul) left me a Boy too, a lusty chopping Boy of his Age (as they tell me, for I never saw it).

Comp. Heigh! my own Faculty too! And can you like a Man of that Profession again?

Peg. Yes surely, for his dear sake, whom I lov’d so tenderly, I shall always esteem a Sailer.

Peg. Dear me, I am so ashamed, and yet to speak the Truth, I do like you hugely, and wou’d like you better still, if it were not for one thing, which a little troubles me.

Peg. Why, you know sometimes we are forc’d to endure the Absence of our Husbands a long while, mehappen many Years, and then if there be any Slip in us, (as long Vacations will make Lawyers hungry) the World is apt to censure and scandalize us; and brand us with wanton Living and Incontinency; when alas! if they wou’d but consider our Condition, and the mighty Longings we often naturally have for Flesh and Blood, they wou’d not blame us, so they wou’d not.

Comp. Durst, why who do you fear? here’s none but an honest Gentleman, some few Friends and Neighbours; let them hear a God’s Name what you wou’d say, and never blush for the Matter.

[36] 1st W. Neigh. Aye, aye, speak Neighbour, pray speak your Mind, and fear not.

Peg. Well then I do love him dearly and dearly, so I do.
[Runs and kisses him.

Comp. And I thee with all my Heart and Soul.
[Comp. kisses Peg.
Now we’ll be merry, and have a Song, shall we not my Neighbours?

3d Neigh. Marry will we, Neighbour Luff and Mrs. Bride, will ye give us a Song?

Man: Faith and Troth I love thee dearly,
Tho I do but bluntly woo,
Prithy then resolve me clearly,
Whether I am beloved by you.
Long I shall not keep a pother,
Like a senseless whining Beau;
If you won’t I’ll court another
Who will never say me no.

Woman: Friend, your self, nor Humour neither
With my Fancy disagree,
Yet I must find clearer Weather
Er’e I venture out to Sea.
Court another at your Pleasure
Win her in the Honey-moon,
She may chance repent at leisure,
For believing you too soon.

Man: Leave your damn’d Fantastick Trials,
Which procure a Lover’s Pain,
Pox upon these sham-Denials,
’Tis but spending time in vain.
With Embraces happy make me,
Nature fram’d you to be kind;
Kiss me, and the Devil take me
If I ever change my Mind.

Woman: I’ll pursue the good old Fashion,
Practise still by those are wise,
Throughly try my Lover’s Passion,
E’re I let him grasp the Prize.
Spite of Oaths you wou’d forsake me,
Shou’d I let you once embrace:
If I kiss, the Devil take me,
Till the Parson has said Grace.

Chorus
Since then Nation
Has made it a Fashion,
Let’s send for a Black Coat, whilst we’re in the Mind.
But it is damn’d Slavery,
And Priestly Knavery,
That Parsons must conjure e’re Lovers be kind.

Com. So, so, here now shall we be Man and Wife again to Morrow, as good as ever. What thô we met as Strangers, we may happen to love ne’re the worse for all that—Gentlemen and Neighbours, I invite ye all to my Wedding.

Com. Did I not tell you that I would fetch it cleverly off? Let any Man call me Cuckold if he dares now.

Com. Nay it will be Petti Lacenary at least, and without Compass of the General Pardon too: And for the Child, let me hear him that dares say, I am not the Father.

Com. Or that my Wife that is to be, is not as honest a Woman as some other Mens Wives are.

1 M. Neigh. Aye but when you’re married, they’ll come to themselves again I warrant ye.

Com. My Friends, if you please, you may call me Mr. Bridegroom now, for the Guests are all bidden to the Wedding.

1 M. Neigh. We know it, Mr. Bridegroom, they are Indeed, and we’ll not fail you upon our Words.

Comp.

Come then, brisk Widow, e’re the next Ebb and Tide,
I’le be thy Bridegroom, and thou sha't be my Bride.

ACT the Fifth.

Ara. Mr. Summerfield , I now am truly happy, my Prayers at last are heard; and Heaven has restored my Husband to my Arms.

Sum. I just now heard the joyful News, and thought to have been my self the welcome Messenger of his Return, but find I’me come too late; have you seen him?

Ara. Others perhaps may judg it so, but my uncommon Joy for his Return, admits no other Thought, but those of Transport for his Safety.

Fr. [ Aside. ] The nearest way to a secure Revenge, is private Malice, which, like a Spark long lying hid amongst neglected Ashes, by the least Blast of Wind becomes it self a Flame—Ha!, who have we here? Thrice blest Occasion! which thus have offered me at once the Scope of my revengeful Wishes. ’Tis Arabella and her Darling Summerfield , one who, in the Bridegroom’s Absence, is grown thus intimate with his beloved Bride. A strong Foundation on which I’ll now erect a brave Revenge; I’ll step aside and observe them.
[Retires to one side of the Stage.

Ara. Sir, I hope he’ll soon be here, and return the Kindness you have shown me; so I take my leave, with hourly expectation of a much-long’d for Husband.

Sum. And I, with a Gratitude never to be forgotten, kiss your fair Hand, and hope that all things will answer your Expectation.
[Exit Arabella .

Fri. Ay, ’tis so, now must I counterfeit a friendly Face to make a farther Discovery. [ Aside. ]
Sir, your humble Servant: without Offence, may I be so bold as to beg the Favour of your Name?

Sum. The Question I must confess is somewhat familiar, and in my Opinion improper for a Stranger at first sight; but yet I ne’re disown’d it to a Gentleman—’tis Summerfield .

Fri. Summerfield! Sir, I kiss your Hand;, and must congratulate your good Success, but more admire your Valour. Had we many such noble Commanders on board our Fleet, we need not fear it where e’re it sails.

[39] Sum. Pray, Sir, stretch not your Love into Flattery, ’twill make me then suspect your Kindness. And the Author of this Story was too much my Friend I see, since he has given you this so very partial Account, the more to augment my Fame.

Fri. O! that’s your Modesty, Sir: But if I might be so happy as to be honour’d with your Acquaintance——

Sum. Sir, the Honour (if any) would be wholly on my Side; therefore I desire to know your Name.

Sum. I have often heard your Name indeed before; but till now Fortune never afforded me the sight of you.

Fri. You of all Men ought to bless Fortune, who still has been indulgent to you on all Occasions; and scatter’d her Favours on you, with as prodigal a Hand as thô you were her sole Care and only Minion.

Sum. What mean you, Sir? Again you exceed the Bounds of Love and Friendship; I never thought any of Bonvil’s Friends cou’d be guilty of so base and vile a thing as Flattery: But, pray, unfold your meaning.

Fri. ’Tis this; I just now saw you part with the Bride, with such courteous Actions, as spoke no small Esteem in her kind Favour; and therein I think you the happiest of Men.

Fri. Mistake me not, I only as a Friend applaud your Happiness, bless the Influence of your kinder Stars, and praise your Fortune that hath given you this sweet Occasion.

Fri. Of being serviceable to the fair Virgin Bride in her extreamest need, after her being so unkindly left, nay, on her Wedding Day, by an ungrateful Husband, in doing her those neglected Duties, her Youth and Beauty justly did demand.

Sum. On my Life some Plot against the Bride: I’ll sound him ’till I find the very Bottom—[ Aside. ]—Sir, you are merry: But suppose the Case your own, wou’d you have miss’d so tempting an Occasion?

Fri. No, Sir, they’re too precious to be omitted: But I hear you two call Cousins, comes your Kindred by the Merryman’s or the Bonvile’s ?

Sum. Neither! we were wholly Strangers ’till of late, and ’tis a word of Courtesy only interchange’d between us for some private Reasons.

Sum. I desire you not to grow too inward with me, on so short an Acquaintance: Not that I’de have you think the Lady of so base a Disposition to grant me any thing beyond the Rules of Decency and Honour. The only Favour I e’re receiv’d from her, was a Present of those Bracelets she wears about her Arms, and that Chain of Gold and Pearl she has about her Neck; all which either of us may own without a Blush.

Fri. How, the Chain and Bracelet, say you! Those were the first Tokens of her Husband’s Love.

Sum. Methinks you look concern’d at what I’ve said; yet I have said no more than what I am obliged in Honour to maintain, and will: therefore I hope, as you’r a Gentleman, you’l not turn Informer.

Sum. Tell her I’le wait on her immediately. [Exit Servant.
Sir, some Business of Importance calls me hence; therefore some other time I hope I shall have the Happiness of enjoying your Company longer.
[Exit Sum .

Fri. Sir, your humble Servant.
Tell her I’ll wait on her immediately, said he; this must be Arabella that he’s going to: Better still.

The Work’s begun, now I am made or lost;
He runs the best who holds out to the Post:
And all the Comfort in Adversity,
Is to see others as miserable as me.

Mer. O Master Friendly , you’re happily returned: But where’s my Son-in-Law?

Mer. Is, is, what is he? Heh! speak; is he living, or is he dead; or what’s become of him?

Fri. O! that I had the Marble Niobes Heart! Or that I had suck’d the Milk of Wolves and Tigers; so that I might have told, without the least remorse of Sorrow, what now I dare not, nay, I cannot speak, for fear at once I melt my self in Tears, and break your aged Heart.
[Seems to weep.

Mer. Then I suppose he’s killed; say, is he not? Hast thou inticed him from his Bride for this, thou inhumane Wretch? Yet speak, and tell me truly, for I’m prepared to hear the worst of Ills; Is he then slain?

Mer. Not mortally, I hope; but whereabouts is he so desperately wounded? In his Arms, his Legs, or Body?

Mer. Strange! sure thou art all o’re a Mystery, and form’st these Riddles to try my Wit.

Fri. No, Sir, for all I have said, you in effect will surely find I told you he was wounded, did I not?

Fri. In his Fame, Honour and Reputation, more mortal than a thousand fleshy Wounds.

For such slight Baubles, Cures are oft obtain’d;
But injur’d Honour ne’re can be regain’d.

[41] Mer. How! how! how’s this? wounded in his Honour, fay’ll thou? Tell me the Villain that has defam’d him, and this good old Sword shall slit the Rascal’s Wind-pipe.

Fri. No, no Sir, my falling Tears quite drown my feeble Voice, I cannot utter what I fain would speak—Your Daughter’s false, false to her Bonvile ! And by the help of her beloved Summerfield , has robb’d my Friend of all he cou’d call Dear, I mean his Fame.
[Seems to weep.

Mer. A Pox o’ your Crocodile’s Tears. Why, Sirrah, Sirrah, do you call my Daughter Whore? Hey, Swords and Daggers, Blunderbusses and Pistols, shall I bear this? Hark you, you my Friend, and no Friend, what a Kin do you take me to be to this Gentlewoman, Heh?

Mer. Audacious Villain, O that I had thee in some private Corner, where none you’d either see or hear us, this Sword shou’d justify my Daughter’s Honour; I’de Whore you with a Pox to you, so I wou’d.

Fri. Your Pardon, Sir, I only did inform you as a Friend, that by your fatherly Admonitions, you might refrain her from her undecent Course.

Fri. The Jewels which her Husband did present her, as the first Sign and Confirmation of the happy Contract, she to my certain Knowledg has given to——

Mer. To whom, to whom thou wicked Slanderer? tell me, Sarrah, quickly, quick, quick.

Mer. Ha, ha, ha, the Fool makes me laugh; Ha, ha, ha, why ’twas but just now that I saw e’m on her Neck and Arms.

Fri. She was no Woman, had she not the Sense to get them against her Husband’s coming.

Mer. But pray tell me, how is’t possible that she cou’d part with ’em, when they are lock’t on, and the Key with her Husband?

Fri. O, Sir, that’s no Question to be ask’d in these Times: Women have found a way to make use of other Keys besides their Husbands: And no doubt but Summerfield has got a Key will open your Daughter’s lock as well as Bonvile’s.

Mer. Sirrah you lie, you lie Sirrah; and I’le tell thee thou ly’s, again and again, so I will. Nay, and I were to pay a 100 Pounds for every Lie I give thee, as Men do Twelve-pence for every Oath they swear, I wou’d spend all the Thousands I am worth, in giving thee the Lie. ’Tis likely indeed, that such a brave Gentleman as Summerfield , that fought at Sea like a Dragon to save my Life, should shorten my Days on Land in ruining my Daughter; therefore once more I tell you you Lie.

Mer. Why then for fear you shou’d, do ye see, draw, [ Draws ] Draw, I say, I am not so old but I can make a shift to cut your Throat still; I’le spoil your Carking, I’le warrant ye.

A Pox on’t, here’s my Son-in-Law come to hinder me, Duce take him cou’d he not stay a little longer? D’ye hear Sir, begon, leave this Place immediately, or I’le—I’le—I’le—Gad I cou’d find in my Heart, so I cou’d, but be gone.

Fri. Bonvile here with Clara too, excellent. This goes to Arabella , and may it encrease the Storm.
[Exit Frie .

Mer. Nothing, nothing, only Mr. Friendly and I have had a Word or two, that’s all, that’s all.

Bon. About my going with him, I suppose; but that’s past, and I hope, Sir, you’l be so kind as at my Request to pardon him.

Mer. Indeed Son it was something else; By the Lord Harry I can’t forbear laughing at the Coxcomb, Ha, ha, ha; He told me, Ha, ha, ha, that one Summerfield , a very honest Fellow as ever liv’d, is grown exceeding familiar with my Daughter, your Wife.

Mer. Aye, aye, Love-Tokens I call’d ’em when I was a young Man: Nay, the Rogue was so impudent to tell me, that she had given him those Jewels which are lock’d about her Neck; Ha, ha, ha.

Mer. . Aye, what ails you Man that you change Colour so? ’Tis all a Lie Boy I warrant thee: And hadst thou not come just in the Nick of Time, I think o’ my Conscience I shou’d have cut his Throat.

Bon. As I will your Daughters if I find her false: Death, Hell, and Furies, am I made a Monster already?

Mer. Hark y’ son, hark you; suppose that this Mr. Friendly shou’d have a secret Inclination to your spouse, d’ ye see; and therefore, by reason he can’t obtain his Desire, possesses you with Jealousy to make a Breach ’twixt you and your Wife. Od’s bobs, I don’t know, I can’t tell what shou’d be the meaning of his carrying you away on your Wedding-Day, else, heh, Son, heh.

Bon. And her beloved Adulterer with her! Death and Damnation, must I stand still and see this?

Ara. Bonvile here with Clara ! Alas too true I find what before I scarce dar’d to think was so. Is Bonvile then a Traitor, and false to Arabella ?
[Aside.

[43] Cla. Madam, at last I’ve found the pretious Jewel that you so long have sought in vain.
[ To Arab.

Sum. Sir, I’m come to pay my Respects to you, and humbly beg a farther Knowledg of——.

Mer. Pray, Sir, at my Request bear with him, he’s strangely out of Order I assure you.

Bon. The Jewels are as I left ’em ; but the Jewel of her Heart is lost and thrown away.—Madam, I sent you my Will, did you receive it.

Bon. ’Tis well now as you’ve chang’d your Mind, I’ll change this too, and find another to supply your Place: There’s no harm done, the Marriage is not yet consummated, and you are free to enjoy any, so am I.

Ara. As you please for that: A Man may make a Garment for the Moon, count all the Stars which twinckle in the Skies, or empty the vast Ocean, Drop by Drop, sooner than please a Mind so light, so various as yours.

Bon. Yes, Sir, I am so resolved, and will see ’t perform’d within this Hour: My Lawyer lives hard by, and so farewel.
[Exit. Bon.

Mer. Farewel thou peevish Boy, I can alter my Will too so I can, marry can I; I had left him 20000 Pound after my Death, and he shall see I can find another Executor too. Within this Hour did he say, Gad I’ll be with one as soon as he, unless he rides Post to the Devil, and that’s the nearest way to a Lawyer.

Mer. By no means, Sir.—But now I think on’t, I’ll go with you, and find him out: But did you ever see the like, did you ever see the like? Come Sir, come follow me.
[Exit. Merr. & Summer .

Ara. O Clara, Clara , your Syrens Voice has drawn my Bonvile from these spotless Virgins Arms, and made me ever wretched!

[44] Cla. Who (if thou ever lov’dst me) tax’d me with a Crime so foul, as I abhor to hear it only named?

Cla. O Arabella , forgive and pity me, who am indeed the innocent, unhappy Cause of all those Griefs which now afflict you both; which I’ll relate in brief, if you will please to withdraw one Moment with me.

And since your Ruine I did first conspire,
I’ll all appease, thus Fire’s expell’d by Fire.
[ Exeunt.

Sum. Why d’ you ask me such a Question, Sir? ’twere base Ingratitude to entertain any other Thought.

Mer. Why then d’ ye see, Sir; as you are my Friend, you must not fight my Son Bonvile .

Mer. Aye, aye, aye; that’s all one: I understand your dumb Signs and your low Whispers, the French Mode all over, to smile and grin a Man in the Face, and at the same time privately cut his Throat. Therefore prithe be ruled by me, and don’t fight him, for shou’d you kill him, my poor Girl wou’d break her Heart, quite break her Heart. [ Sobs and cries. ] I grant that you are wrong’d, and so I dare swear is my dear Child: but he’s her Husband, and must be born with, ods bobs he must.

Mer. That’s well, that’s well, I am heartily glad on’t, ods bobs I am heartily glad.
[ Enter Friendly.
But here comes one that has made all this Mischief; and him I’ll fight my self for all I’m a Justice of the Peace. Come, come, Sir, Draw, draw; you’ll belie my Daughter again wil you? Come, draw, I say, Draw.
[Draws.

Fri. Sir, as I am a Gentleman, I scorn to deny my Words, but there’s my Author, whether good or ill.

Sum. True, Sir, I am; For, at his Return to Town from Barn-Elms , it was my Chance to meet him; and after a ceremonious Complement or two, I found him diving into my private Thoughts concerning the Bride your Daughter: I, not to be behind-hand with him, join’d Wit with Wit to sound his shallow Soul. I told him then, how her Jewels once were mine; but the manner of my obtaining them, I for my own sake did conceal from him; and now, if you’re disposed, I’ll here relate it.

[45] Enter Bonvile leading Arabella, Clara and Spruce , Mr. Venter and Mrs. Venter .

Mer. Let it be before all this Company then: What, and my Son and Daughter too so loving again? Nay then all’s well, ods bobs it is, and they shall hear it, ods bobs they shall.

Bon. I have heard the Story, Sir, already; and Friendly , you I pardon too, for Enemies in War take all Occasions to undo each other; yet tho I am your Enemy, I’ll be generous still, and make you Master of your wish’d for Mistress.
[To Clara .]
Come, Madam, receive this worthier Passion of your Friendly , whom I know you both admire and love.
[Gives her to Friendly .
Next I must obtain your Pardon for my Rashness.

Sum. Sir, ’tis what I first ought to have begg’d of you: And that the World may’nt tax this innocent Lady of a Crime to her purest Thoughts unknown, I’ll here begin my Story from my first Acquaintance to this happy Hour.

Sum. The first time that I e’re beheld her Face, I wou’d have robb’d her.

Sum. Not her Honour, I assure you, Sir, but only of those Jewels which she wears.

Sum. They being fast, I cou’d not get ’em off without some Harm and Pain to her: which for the Indies I’d not have done. And she, in answer to my Civility, brought me home, and ransom’d them with the full Price in Gold, (with which I made my Venture) and the more to hide my Shame, she honour’d me with the Title of her Kinsman.

Mer. Ay, ay, and so she might well; for she was a little cunning Thief too, to steal the Gold she gave you from her Husband; ’twas all his now, but that’s no matter, proceed.

Mer. Ay, so I do, ods bobs I do, thy Valour my brave Boy, thy Valour, for which I’ll do for thee, that thou shalt never need to rob again I warrant thee; ods bobs I will. But come, come, we lose time, for we have another Wedding yet to be perform’d, but that shall be done within.

Sum. Then farewel all ye treacherous Paths of Vice,
Which lead Men blindfold to their End,
In time like me repent you that are wise,
And by Restraint your vicious Courses end.

Ara. Were I to ask of Heaven its greatest Bliss
On Earth, it cou’d bestow not one like this.
After a Storm the Sun still shines most bright,
And from the Chaos sprung the purer Light.

[46] Bon. A Day like this sure yet has never been,
Wherein such various Changes e’re were seen.
Fortune to Day that work’d my Overthrow,
Has made me happy in a Minute now.
Bless’d with a vertuous Wife my Days I’ll spend,
And ne’re trust Man, lest I mistake my Friend.

EPILOGUE,

You met with good Intention to be witty,
And rally the Grave Cuckolds of the City;
But disappointed of your Recreation,
I in your Looks can read the Play’s Damnation.
Lord! how ye stare to find an honest Bride,
A thing you think a Monster in Cheapside .
Whither you boast that you so often come,
And leave your footmen to perform at home.
Yet ’tis no little Comfort t’ us howe’re,
You oftner bring th’ Estate than get the Heir.
Unjustly therefore you your Fortune blame,
She’s kinder to your Blood that to your Name.

After all this, I know you think it Pity,
That I shou’d break the Custom of the City:
I hear a Beau cry, ’tis some damn’d Mistaker;
A Cheap-side Vertue, City Cuckold maker.
This is a Fault no Gentleman can pardon,
It gives Cheapside the Sins of Covent-Garden :
We must refine on Vice, and take new Measures,
Since dull chain’d Cits invade our darling Pleasures.

Take my Advice, employ at home your Backs,
Or Locket’s Revels may revenge Pontack’s :
This Cuckolding to you’s a losing Trade,
That pay for making, and for being made.
The Ladies will my Character excuse,
And not condemn a Vertue which they use.

[47] If any here be guilty of Transgression,
’Tis of Necessity, not Inclination:
They’d be contented in their proper Houses,
Cou’d they reform their unperforming Spouses.
Yet if some wanton Appetites there be,
How many are there that can fast like me.
Those are enow, if I have their Applause,
The Poet has his End, and I my Cause.

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Hoo-ra	2	Hoora	3
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Man. A Woman’s Love	Woman. And Man’s is such,
Man. Still too little,	Wom. Or else too much.
Wom. Men are Extreams,	Man. And Women too,
Wom. All, all are false,	Man. All, All like you.
Wom. You’ll swear and lie,	Man. If you’l believe,
Wom. And sigh and die,	Man. Yet still deceive.
Wom. Your Vows and Oaths	Man. Your Smiles and Tears,
Wom. Are all but Baits,	Man. Are all but Snares.
Wom. To win a Heart,	Man. And then destroy,
Wom. The easy Fool,	Man. The promis’d Joy.

The Project Gutenberg eBook of The City Bride (1696)

Table of Contents

INTRODUCTION

THE
CITY BRIDE:
OR,
The Merry Cuckold.
A
COMEDY,

PROLOGUE:
Spoke by Mr. THURMOND.

Dramatis Personæ.

THE
CITY BRIDE:
OR, THE
Merry Cuckold.

ACT I. SCENE the I.

ACT the Second.

Scene the First.
The Fields.

SCENE II.

ACT the Third.
A Wood

SCENE the Second.

SCENE the Third.

ACT the Fourth.
A Tavern.

SCENE II.

ACT the Fifth.

EPILOGUE,

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Transcriber’s Notes & Errata

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H. Richard Archer		R. C. Boys
William Andrews Clark Memorial Library		University of Michigan
E. N. Hooker		John Loftis
University of California, Los Angeles		University of California, Los Angeles

The Project Gutenberg eBook of The City Bride (1696)

Table of Contents

INTRODUCTION

THE CITY BRIDE: OR, The Merry Cuckold. A COMEDY,

PROLOGUE: Spoke by Mr. THURMOND.

Dramatis Personæ.

THE CITY BRIDE: OR, THE Merry Cuckold.

ACT I. SCENE the I.

ACT the Second.

Scene the First. The Fields.

SCENE II.

ACT the Third. A Wood

SCENE the Second.

SCENE the Third.

ACT the Fourth. A Tavern.

SCENE II.

ACT the Fifth.

EPILOGUE,

PUBLICATIONS OF THE AUGUSTAN REPRINT SOCIETY

William Andrews Clark Memorial Library: University of California The Augustan Reprint Society

Transcriber’s Notes & Errata

THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE

THE
CITY BRIDE:
OR,
The Merry Cuckold.
A
COMEDY,

PROLOGUE:
Spoke by Mr. THURMOND.

THE
CITY BRIDE:
OR, THE
Merry Cuckold.

Scene the First.
The Fields.

ACT the Third.
A Wood

ACT the Fourth.
A Tavern.

William Andrews Clark Memorial Library: University of California
The Augustan Reprint Society