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Bis. Suppose I take through Germany, and drink harder than you ?
Dur. Suppose I go to a bawdy house
Bis. Suppose I shew you the way
JDur. 'Sdeath, woman will you go to the guard
with me, and smoke a pipe 2
Bis. Allons donc
Dur. The devil’s in the woman !—Suppose I hang myself?
Bis. There I'll leave you,
Dur. And a happy riddance: the gallows is welCOIn 62,
Bis. Hold, hold, sir, [Catches him by the Arm, going.] one word before we part.
Dur. Let me go, madam,-or I shall think that you’re a man, and, perhaps, may examine you.
Bis. Stir if you dare; I have still spirits to attend me, and can raise such a muster of fairies, as shall punish you to death.--Come, sir, stand there now, and ogle me: [He frowns upon her.] Now a languishing sigh: [He groans.] Now run, and take my fan,—faster. [He runs, and takes it up..] Now play with it handsomely.
Lur. Ay, ay. [He tears it all in pieces.
Bis. Hold, hold, dear, humorous coxcombs Cap
man monsters don’t you expect to pay for this
Dur. Yes, madam, there's twelve pence; for that
is the price on’t. Bis. Sir, it cost a guinea, - e Dur. Well, madam, you shall have the sticks again.
JEnter YouNg MIRABEL.
Y. Mir. Bloody hell-hounds ! I overheard you:— Was not I, two hours ago, the happy, gay, rejoicing Mirabel ? How did I plume my hopes in a fair, coming prospect, of a long scene of years 1 Life courted me with all the charms of vigour, youth, and fortune; and to be torn away from all my promised joys, is more than death;-the manner too, by villains!—O, my Oriana, this very moment might have blessed me in thy arms —and my poor boys the innocent boy! Confusion —But hush, they come—I must dissemble still.—No news of my wine, gentlemen?
Enter the Four BRAvoes.
1 Bra. No, sir; I believe your country booby has lost himself, and we can wait no longer for’t:—True, sir, you're a pleasant gentleman, but, I suppose you understand our business 2 Y. Mir. Sir, I may go near to guess at your employments; you, sir, are a lawyer, I presume—you a physician—you a scrivener, and you a stock jobber. All cut-throats, egad : - [Aside. 4 Bra. Sir, I am a broken officer; I was cashiered at the head of the army for a coward, so I took up the trade of murder, to retrieve the reputation of my courage. 3 Bra. I am a soldier too, and would serve my king; but I don’t like the quarrel, and I have more honour than to fight in a . CaulSee 2 Bra. I was bred a gentleman, and have no estate; but I must have my whore and my bottle, through the prejudice of education. 1 Bra. I am a ruffian too; by the prejudice of edu
cation, I was bred a butcher.—In short, sir, if your wine had come, we might have trifled a little longer. -Come, sir, which sword will you fall by 2 mine, sir?
2 Bra. Or mine? [Draws, 3 Bra. Or mine? [Draws. 4 Bra. Or mine : Draws.
Y. Mir. I scorn to beg my life; but to t butchered thus!—O, there's the wine —this moment for IKnocking.] my life or death.
*for ever lost!—Where's the wine, child, [Faintly. Oriana. Coming up, sir. [Stamps.
Enter DURETEte with his Sword drawn, and sir of the GRAND Musqueteers, with their Pieces presented; the RUFF1ANs drop their Swords.-Oriana goes off.
Y. Mir. The wine, the wine, the wine ! Youth, pleasure, fortune, days and years, are now my own again Ah, my dear friends ! did not I tell you, this wine would make me merry —Dear captain, these gentlemen are the best natured, facetious, witty creatures, that ever you knew.
ved thee. [Putting it up..] What, my friends neglected all this while ! Gentlemen, you’ll pardon my complaisance to the lady.—How now! is it civil to be so out of humour at my entertainment, and I so pleased with yours?—Captain, you’re surprised at all this— but we're in our frolics, you must know.—Some wine here !
Enter SERVANT, with Wine. ,
Come, captain, this worthy gentleman’s health. [Tweaks the First BRAvoe by the Nose; he roars. But now, where—where’s my dear deliverer, my boy, my charming boy 1 Bra. I hope some of our crew below stairs have dispatched him. Y. Mir. Villain, what say'st thou? dispatched 1 I'll have ye all tortured, racked, torn to pieces alive, if you have touched my boy—Here, page! page 1 page 1 [Runs out. Dur. Here, gentlemen, be sure you secure those fellows. 1 Bra. Yes, sir, we know you, and your guard will be very civil to us. Dur. Take them to justice. [The GUARDs carry off the BRAvoFs.] Now for you, madam; He he l he I’m so pleased to think that I shall be revenged of one woman, before I die.—Well, Mrs Snap Dragon, which of these honourable gentlemen is so happy to call you wife? 1 Bra. Sir, she should have been mine to-night, 'cause Sampre, here, had her last night.—Sir, she’s very true to us all four.
Enter OLD MIRABEL, DUGARD, and BisaRRE.
Old Mir. Robin Robin —Where's Bob where’s my boy -What, is this the lady ? a pretty creature. 'faith !—Harkye, child, because my son was so civil
as to oblige you with a coach, I'll treat you with a cart, indeed I will.
Dug. Ay, madam, and you shall have a swinging equipage; three or four thousand footmen at your heels, at least.
Dur. No less becomes her quality.
Bis. Faugh! the monster 1
Dur. Monster! ay, you're all a little monstrous, let me tell you.
Enter YouNG MIRABEL.
Old Mir. Ah, my dear Bob art thou safe, man? Y. Mir. No, no, sir, I am ruined: the saver of my life is lost Old Mir. No, he came and brought us the news. Y. Mir. But where is he
Ha! [Runs and embraces her.] My dear preservers what shall I do to recompense your trust?—Father, friends, gentlemen, behold the youth that has relieved me from the most ignominious death !—Command me, child; before you all—before my late so kind, indulgent stars, I swear to grant whate'er you ask. Oriana. To the same stars, indulgent now to me, I will appeal, as to the justice of my claim : I shall demand but what was mine before—the just performance of your contract to Oriana. [Discovering herself. Omnes. Oriana : Oriana. In this disguise I resolved to follow you abroad, counterfeited that letter, that brought me into your service; and so, by this strange turn of fate, I became the instrument of your preservation: few common servants would have had such cunning; my love inspired me with the meaning of your message, because my concern for your safety made me suspect your company. Dur. Mirabel, you're caught. Y. Mir. Caught ! I scorn the thought of imposition—Caught ! No, 'tis my voluntary act; this was