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Latest Release: Chapter 1 : The Works of Aphra Behn.by Aphra Behn.PREFACE.It is perhaps not altogether easy to appre
The Works of Aphra Behn.by Aphra Behn.PREFACE.It is perhaps not altogether easy to appreciate the multiplicity of difficulties with which the first editor of Mrs. Behn has to cope. Not only is her life strangely mysterious and obscure, but the rubbish of
- 301 _Guil_. No matter, her Love's worth a million; and, that's so great, that I'm sure she'll be content to carry my Soot basket after me._Isa_. Ah! I die, I die._Guil_. What, and I so kind?[_Goes and kisses her, and blacks her face_._Isa_
- 302 My Lord, Your Lords.h.i.+ps most Humble And most Obedient Servant A. Behn PREFACE.The little Obligation I have to some of the witty Sparks and Poets of the Town, has put me on a Vindication of this Comedy from those Censures that Malice, and ill Nature ha
- 303 _Enter_ Phillis _in the Balcony, throws 'em Money_._Rise_, Cloris, _charming Maid, arise!And baffle breaking Day, Shew the adoring World thy Eyes Are more surprizing gay; The G.o.ds of Love are smiling round, And lead the Bridegroom on, And_ Hymen _h
- 304 _Gay_. I see you're peevish, and you shall be humour'd.--You know my _Julia_ play'd me e'en such another Prank as your false one is going to play you, and married old Sir _Cautious Fulbank_ here i'th' City; at which you know
- 305 _Bel_. From the _Hague_! Now have I a curiosity to see it--I am his Servant--give it me--[_Gives it him, and Exit_.--Perhaps here may be the second part of my Tragedy, I'm full of Mischief, _Charles_--and have a mind to see this Fellow's Secrets
- 306 _Bred_. Yes, Madam; and at the door encountred the beastly thing he calls a Landlady; who lookt as if she had been of her own Husband's making, compos'd of moulded Smith's Dust. I ask'd for Mr. _Wasteall_, and she began to open--and di
- 307 Sir _Cau_. But wise Men have respect to Times and Seasons.Sir _Feeb_. Wise young Men, Sir _Cautious_; but wise old Men must nick their Inclinations; for it is not as 'twas wont to be, for it is not as 'twas wont to be-- [_Singing and Dancing_._E
- 308 Sir _Feeb_. You honour us too highly now, Madam.[_Presents his Wife, who salutes her_.L. _Ful_. Give you Joy, my dear _Leticia_! I find, Sir, you were resolved for Youth, Wit and Beauty.Sir _Feeb_. Ay, ay, Madam, to the Comfort of many a hoping c.o.xcomb:
- 309 _Gay_. Here, _Rag_, run and fetch her a Pint of Sack--there's no other way of quenching the Fire in her flabber Chops.[_Exit_ Rag.--But, my dear Landlady, have a little Patience._Land_. Patience! I scorn your Words, Sir--is this a place to trust in?t
- 310 _Gay_. Ay, the Devil, Sir, if you mean to thrive.[_Exit_ Rag.Who can this be--but see he comes to inform me--withdraw._Enter_ Bredwel _drest like a Devil_._Bred_. I come to bring you this-- [_Gives him a Letter_. Gayman _reads_._Receive what Love and Fort
- 311 _Let_. Alas, I heard, my _Bellmour_, thou wert dead._Bel_. And was it thus you mourn'd my Funeral?_Let_. I will not justify my hated Crime: But Oh! remember I was poor and helpless, And much reduc'd, and much impos'd upon.[Bellmour _weeps_.
- 312 _Bea_. Very scurvily, that is to say, be always fas.h.i.+onably drunk, despise the Tyranny of your Bed, and reign absolutely--keep a Seraglio of Women, and let my b.a.s.t.a.r.d Issue inherit; be seen once a Quarter, or so, with you in the Park for Counten
- 313 L. _Ful_. 'Tis not a dying Uncle, I hope, Sir?_Gay_. Hum-- L. _Ful_. The Gentleman a dying, and to go out of Town to morrow?_Gay_. Ay--a--he goes--in a Litter--'tis his Fancy, Madam--Change of Air may recover him.L. _Ful_. So may your change of
- 314 Sir _Feeb_. So, put it into my Cabinet,--safe, _Francis_, safe._Bel_. Safe, I'll warrant you, Sir.Sir _Feeb_. My Gown, quick, quick,--t'other Sleeve, Man--so now my Night-cap; well, I'll in, throw open my Gown to fright away the Women, and
- 315 Sir _Feeb_. Why, _Francis_, where are you, Knave?[_Sir _Feeb_. within_._Bel_. I must be gone, lest he suspect us--I'll lose him, and return to thee immediately--get thy self ready.-- _Let_. I will not fail, my Love.[_Exit_ Bellmour. _Old Man forgive
- 316 Pert sings._You, before you enter here On this sacred Ring must swear_, [Puts it on his Finger, holds his Hand._By the Figure which is round, Your Pa.s.sion constant and profound; By the Adamantine Stone, To be fixt to one alone: By the l.u.s.tre, which i
- 317 Sir _Cau_. No disturbance to serve a Friend-- Sir _Feeb_. I think I am your Friend indeed, Sir _Cautious_, or I wou'd not have been here upon my Wedding-Night.Sir _Cau_. His Wedding-Night--there lies his Grief, poor Heart! Perhaps she has cuckolded h
- 318 Sir _Cau_. 'Tis that I wou'd be glad to know, Sir._Enter _d.i.c.k.Sir _Feeb_. Here, _d.i.c.k_, remember I've brought back your Master's Watch; next time he sends for me o'er Night, I'll come to him in the Morning.Sir _Cau_. H
- 319 _Bel_. Hah--see, by Heaven _Leticia_, Oh, we are ruin'd!Sir _Feeb_. Hum--what's here, two Women?-- [_Stands a little off_._Enter_ Leticia _and_ Phillis _softly, undrest, with a Box_._Let_. Where are you, my best Wishes? Lord of my Vows--and Char
- 320 L. _Ful_. I'll not consider why you play the Fool, Present me Rings and Bracelets; why pursue me; Why watch whole Nights before my senseless Door, And take such Pains to shew your self a c.o.xcomb._Gay_. Oh! why all this?By all the Powers above, by t
- 321 L. _Ful_.--Is my Lady at leisure for a Visit, Sir?_Bel_. Always to receive your Ladys.h.i.+p.[_She goes out_.Sir _Cau_. With me, Sir, wou'd you speak?_Gay_. With you, Sir, if your name be _Fulbank_. Sir _Cau_. Plain _Fulbank_! methinks you might have
- 322 Sir _Cau_. I say the Devil; Heaven bless every wise Man from the Devil._Bea_. The Devil, sha! there's no such Animal in Nature; I rather think he pads._Noi_. Oh, Sir, he has not Courage for that--but he's an admirable Fellow at your Lock.Sir _Ca
- 323 _Dia_. Are you his Advocate, Sir? [_In scorn_._Bea_. For want of a better-- [_Stands behind him, pus.h.i.+ng him on_._Bred_. An Advocate for Love I am, And bring you such a Message from a Heart-- _Bea_. Meaning mine, dear Madam._Bred_. That when you hear
- 324 Sir _Cau_. What, set it against my Wife?_Gay_. Wife, Sir! ay, your Wife-- Sir _Cau_. Hum, my Wife against three hundred Pounds! What, all my Wife, Sir?_Gay_. All your Wife! Why, Sir, some part of her wou'd serve my turn.Sir _Cau_. Hum--my Wife--why,
- 325 _Gay_. 'Tis not in my Bargain to sollicit her, Sir, you are to procure her--or three hundred pounds, Sir; chuse you whether.Sir _Cau_. Procure her! with all my soul, Sir; alas, you mistake my honest meaning, I scorn to be so unjust as not to see you
- 326 Sir _Feeb_. Ah-- _Let_. and _Phil_. [_squeak_]--Oh, Heavens!--why, is it _Bellmour_? [_Aside to_ Phil._Bel_. Go not to Bed, I guard this sacred Place, And the Adulterer dies that enters here.Sir _Feeb_. Oh--why do I shake?--sure I'm a Man, what art t
- 327 _Gay_. How, Sir! D'ye think my Devil of so little Quality, to suffer an Affront unrevenged?_Bea_. Sir, I cry his Devils.h.i.+p's Pardon: I did not know his Quality. I protest, Sir, I love and honour him, but I am now just going to be married, Si
- 328 L. _Ful_. That's your fault, Sir, not mine.Sir _Cau_. But being so, if I shou'd be good-natur'd, and give thee leave to love discreetly-- L. _Ful_. I'd do't without your leave, Sir.Sir _Cau_. Do't--what, cuckold me?L. _Ful_.
- 329 _Gay_. Be gone, I say, Sir-- [_He runs out_.I am convinc'd last night I was with _Julia_.Oh Sot, insensible and dull!_Enter softly Sir_ Cautious.Sir _Cau_. So, the Candle's out--give me your hand. [_Leads him softly in_.SCENE V. _Changes to a Be
- 330 L. _Ful_. Hah--my Husband do this?_Gay_. He, by Love, he was the kind Procurer, Contriv'd the means, and brought me to thy Bed.L. _Ful_. My Husband! My wise Husband!What fondness in my Conduct had he seen, To take so shameful and so base Revenge?_Gay
- 331 Sir _Feeb_. Oh, wou'd I could, so I gave half my Estate-- L. _Ful_. That Penitence atones with him and Heaven.--Come forth, _Leticia_, and your injur'd Ghost._Enter_ Leticia, Bellmour, _and_ Phillis.Sir _Feeb_. Hah, Ghost--another Sight would ma
- 332 Oft has the soft, insipid Sonneteer In_ Nice _and_ Flutter, _seen his Fop-face here.Well was the ignorant lampooning Pack Of shatterhead Rhymers whip'd on_ Craffey's _back; But such a trouble Weed is Poetaster, The lower 'tis cut down, it g
- 333 MEN.King, Mr. _Westwood_._Philander_, his Son, betrothed to _Erminia_, Mr. _Smith_._Alcippus_, Favourite, in love with _Erminia_, Mr. _Betterton_._Orgulius_, late General, Father to _Erminia_, Mr. _Norris_. _Alcander_, Friend to the Prince, in love with _
- 334 _Phi_. I'm ruin'd.-- [_Aside_._King_. _Alcippus_, with her Father's leave, she's thine._Org_. Sir, 'tis my Aim and Honour._Phi. Alcippus_, is't a time to think of Weddings, When the disorder'd Troops require your Presenc
- 335 _Fal_. Now am I in a very fine condition, A comfortable one, as I take it: I have ventur'd my Life to some purpose now; What confounded luck was this, that he of all men Living, should happen to be my Rival?Well, I'll go visit _Aminta_, and see
- 336 _Gal_. Methinks thou now should'st blush to bid me live._Am_. Madam, 'tis the best counsel I can give._Gal_. Thy Counsel! Prithee, what dost counsel now?_Am_. What I would take my self I counsel you._Gal_. You must my Wounds and my Misfortunes b
- 337 _Er_. No, Sir, it is no crime, or if it be, Let Prince _Philander_ make the Peace for me; He 'twas that taught the Sin (if Love be such.) _Org. Erminia_, peace, he taught you then too much._Er_. Nay, Sir, you promis'd me you wou'd not blame
- 338 SCENE I. _The Palace_._Enter_ Philander _and_ Galatea _inrag'd_._Phi_. 'Tis done, 'tis done, the fatal knot is ty'd, _Erminia_ to _Alcippus_ is a Bride; Methinks I see the Motions of her Eyes, And how her Virgin b.r.e.a.s.t.s do fall a
- 339 _Oli_. Faith, Madam, that's his way of making love._Am_. It will not take with me, I love a Man Can kneel, and swear, and cry, and look submiss, As if he meant indeed to die my Slave: Thy Brother looks--but too much like a Conqueror. [_Sighs_._Oli_.
- 340 But why, _Erminia_, must I grant it thee?_Er_. The Princess, Sir, questions my Power, and says, I cannot gain so much upon your Goodness._Alcip_. I could have wish'd some other had oblig'd thee to't._Er_. You would not blame her if you knew
- 341 Dost know where my _Erminia_ lies to night?_Alcan_. I guess, Sir._Phi_. Where? Nay, prithee speak, Indeed I shall not be offended at it._Alcan_. I know not why you should, Sir; She's where she ought, abed with young _Alcippus_._Phi_. Thou speak'st thy r
- 342 _Enter_ Pisaro _alone_._Pis_. Ha! who's that? a Lover, on my life, This amorous malady reigns every where; Nor can my Sister be an ignorant Of what I saw this night in _Galatea_: I'll question her--Sister, _Aminta_, Sister.[_Calls as at her Lodgings_._E
- 343 _Page_. My Lord, is't you are fallen?Help, Murder! Murder!_Pis_. Hold, bawling Dog._Enter_ Alcippus _in a Night-gown, with a Sword in his hand, a_ Page _with Lights_._Alcip_. 'Twas hereabouts--who's this, _Pisaro_ wounded? [_He looks up_.How cam'st th
- 344 _Er_. Upon my knees I beg to be obey'd, [_She kneels_.--But if I must not, here discharge your Anger._Phi_. You are too great a Tyrant where you may.[_Exeunt_ Erminia _and_ Alcippus._Phi_. Stay, shall I let her go? shall her Commands, Though they have po
- 345 Set _Galatea's_ Charms before your Eyes, Think of the Glory to divide a Kingdom; And do not waste your n.o.ble Youth and Time Upon a peevish Heart you cannot gain.This day you must to th'Camp, and in your absence I'll take upon me what I scorn'd last
- 346 _Fal_. He was a little too familiar with me._Cle_. Madam, my Sister _Isillia_-- _Fal_. A curse, he will out with it-- [_Aside, pulls him by the Arm_._Cle_. Confess she is your Mistress. [_Aside_._Fal_. I call my Mistress, Madam. _Am_. My Cousin _Isillia_
- 347 _Fal_. Your pardon, sweet _Alcander_, I protest I am Not in so gay an humour._Alcan_. Farewell, I had forgot my self.[_Exit_._Fal_. Stark mad, by _Jove_--yet it may be not, for _Alcander_ has many unaccountable humours.Well, if this be agreeable to _Amint
- 348 SCENE III. Galatea's _Apartments_._Enter_ Galatea _and_ Erminia._Er_. And 'tis an act below my Quality, Which, Madam, will not suffer me to fly._Gal. Erminia_, e'er you boast of what you are, Since you're so high I'll tell you what you were: Your Fat
- 349 _Alcip_. Ah, do not weep, a tear or two's enough For the Completion of your Cruelty, That when it fail'd to exercise your will, Sent those more powerful Weapons from your Eyes, And what by your severity you mist of, These (but a more obliging way) perfo
- 350 _Enter_ Alcippus _and_ Pisaro._Pis_. You seem'd then to be pleas'd with what she said._Alcip_. And then methought I was so, But yet even then I fear'd she did dissemble.--G.o.ds, what's a Man possest with Jealousy?_Pis_. A strange wild thing, a Lover
- 351 _Phi_. Here, _Isillia_._Isil_. Give me your hand, my Lord, and follow me._Phi_. To such a Heaven as thou conduct'st me to, Though thou should'st traverse h.e.l.l, I'd follow thee._Alcan_. You'll come back in charity, _Isillia_?_Isil_. Yes, if I dare t
- 352 _Phi_. Not for the world, _Erminia_, My Innocence shall be my guard and thine._Er_. Upon my knees I'll beg you'll be conceal'd, [_A noise_.He comes; _Philander_, for my safety go._Phi_. I never did obey with more regret.[_He hides himself behind the Be
- 353 --I will not speak with him._Page_. My Lord, he's here.[Page _goes out_._Enter_ Pisaro._Pis_. Not speak with me! nay then I fear the worst. _Alcip_. Not for the world, _Pisaro_-- [_Hides his face with his hand_, Pis. _sees_ Erminia._Pis_. Thy guilt is he
- 354 _Org_. Remember, Sir, _Erminia_ was my Daughter._Gal_. And, Sir, remember that I am your Daughter._Org_. And shall the Traitor live that murder'd her?_Gal_. And will you by his Death, Sir, murder me?In dear _Erminia's_ Death too much is done; If you rev
- 355 _Phi_. What Voice is that? [_Turns, sees her, and is frighted_._Er_. 'Tis I, my Prince, 'tis I._Phi_. Thou--G.o.ds--what art thou--in that lovely shape?_Er_. A Soul that from Elysium made escape, [_As she comes towards him, he goes back in great amaze_.
- 356 _Am_. Then there be Ghosts, _Alcander_._Phi_. _Aminta_, we'll convince him.[Phi. _leads out_ Er. _who comes smiling to the_ Princess._Gal_. But how, dear Creature, wert thou thus preserv'd?_Phi_. Another time for that, but now let's think [Aminta _embr
- 357 That very Sound tears out my hated Soul, --And to compleat my ruin, I'll still behold this face where Murder dwells.[_He looks in the gla.s.s_, Erminia _steals behind him, and looks into it over his shoulder; he is frighted_.Ha--what does this Gla.s.s pr
- 358 _Alcip_. It cannot be, and yet methinks I give A strange and sudden credit to this Spirit, It beckon'd me into another room; I'll follow it, and know its business there. [_Aside_._Pis_. Come, Sir, I am a kind of Prophet, And can interpret Dreams too.We
- 359 _Isil_. The Storm comes on, your Highness should avoid it._Phi_. Let him give place, I'll keep possession here._Isil_. It is the Prince's pleasure, Sir, you quit the Presence._Alcip_. No, this I call my Home; And since _Erminia's_ here that does ent.i.
- 360 [_He offers to embrace him, but he is shy, and keeps a little off_.Why dost receive me coldly? I'm in earnest; As I love Honour, and esteem thee generous, I mean thee nothing but a perfect Friends.h.i.+p; By all my hopes I've no more quarrels to thee, A
- 361 _We charged you boldly in our first advance, And gave the Onset_ a la mode de France, _As each had been a_ Joan of Orleance._Like them our Heat as soon abated too; Alas we could not vanquish with a Show, Much more than that goes to the conquering you.The
- 362 So Spark in an Intrigue of Quality, Grows weary of his splendid Drudgery; Hates the Fatigue, and cries a Pox upon her, What a d.a.m.n'd Bustle's here with Love and Honour?In humbler Comedy we next appear, No Fop or Cuckold, but slap-dash we had him here
- 363 _Scar_. Yes, yes. [_In heat_._Ela_. And hast thou delivered my Letter to his Nephew, Don _Cinthio_?_Scar_. Yes, yes, what should I deliver else?_Ela_. Well--and how does he?_Scar_. Lord, how should he do? Why, what a laborious thing it is to be a Pimp? [_
- 364 _Bell_. Here, take my Prayer-Book, _Oh Ma tres chere_. [_Embraces her_._Ela_. Thy Eyes are always laughing, _Bellemante_._Bell_. And so would yours, had they been so well employ'd as mine, this morning. I have been at the Chapel, and seen so many Beaus,
- 365 _Doct_. I am of that opinion, Sir; Man was not made for Woman._Char_. Most certain, Sir, Man was to have been immortaliz'd by the Love and Conversation of these charming Sylphs and Nymphs, and Women by the Gnomes and Salamanders, and to have stock'd the
- 366 _Doct. Scaramouch_, I have, for thy singular Wit and Honesty, always had a Tenderness for thee above that of a Master to a Servant._Scar_. I must confess it, Sir._Doct_. Thou hast Virtue and Merit that deserves much._Scar_. Oh Lord, Sir!_Doct_. And I may
- 367 _Enter_ Bellemante, _with a Candle in one Hand, and a Book in the other_._Bell_. I am in a _Belle_ Humor for Poetry to-night; I'll make some Boremes on Love. [_She writes and studies_._Out of a great Curiosity,--A Shepherd did demand of me_.-- No, no,--_
- 368 _Har_. The Ghost of a poor Lover, dwindled into a Heyho.[_He rises from under the Table, and falls at her Feet_.Scaramouch _enters. She runs off squeaking_._Scar_. Ha, My Rival and my Mistress!--Is this done like a Man of Honour, Monsieur _Harlequin_, to
- 369 Bring 'em to me, And I'll convert that c.o.xcomb, and that Blockhead, into Your Honour and Right-Wors.h.i.+pful._Doct_. Mad, stark mad! Why, Sirrah, Rogue--_Scaramouch_ --How got this Mad-man in?[_While the_ Doctor _turns to_ Scaramouch, Cinthio _speaks
- 370 _Cin_. You may inform your self I believe, for these close Intrigues cannot be carried on without your Knowledge._Scar_. What Intrigues, Sir? be quick, for I'm in haste._Cin_. Who was the Lover I surpriz'd i'th' Closet?_Scar. Deceptio visus_, Sir; the
- 371 _Bell_. We were unreasonable to forbid you that cold Joy, nor shall you wish long in vain, if you bring Matters so about, to get us with my Uncle's Consent._Ela_. Our Fortunes depending solely on his Pleasure, which are too considerable to lose._Cin_. Al
- 372 _Scar_. Sir-- _Doct_. What was that struck me?_Scar_. Struck you, Sir! Imagination._Doct_. Can my Imagination feel, Sirrah?_Scar_. Oh, the most tenderly of any part about one, Sir! _Doct_. Hum--that may be._Scar_. Are you a great Philosopher, and know not
- 373 [_Ex_. Doct. _and_ Peter._Scar_. No, Sir, 'tis Morning now--and I'm up for all day.--This Madness is a pretty sort of pleasant Disease, when it tickles but in one Vein--Why, here's my Master now, as great a Scholar, as grave and wise a Man, in all Argu
- 374 _Scar_. But we lose precious time, since you design me a kind Hour in your Chamber._Har_. Oh Traitor!_Mop_. You'll be sure to keep it from _Harlequin_._Har_. Ah yes, he, hang him, Fool, he takes you for a Saint._Scar. Harlequin_! Hang him, shotten Herrin
- 375 _Har_. Oh yes, I serv'd a Parson's Wife?_Doct_. Is that a great Lady?_Har_. Ay, surely, Sir, what is she else? for she wore her Mantuas of _Brocade d'or_, Petticoats lac'd up to the Gathers, her Points, her Patches, Paints and Perfumes, and sat in the
- 376 _Doct_. No wonder, Sir, Oh happy great _Gonzales_!_Char_. Your Virtue, Sir, will render you as happy--but I must haste-- this Night prepare your Daughter and your Niece, and let your House be dress'd, perfum'd, and clean._Doct_. It shall be all perform
- 377 _Cler_. Stark drunk! Sirrah, if you trouble me at every Mistake of yours thus, you shall quit your Office._Off_. I beg your Pardon, Sir, I am a little in Drink I confess--a little blind and mad--Sir, --This must be the Devil, that's certain.[_The_ Clerk
- 378 _Scar_. Why, Sir, a Water impregnated to a Circulation with _prima Materia_; upon my Honour, Sir, the strongest I ever drank of._Doct_. How, Sir! did you drink of it?_Scar_. I only speak the words of _Garamanteen_, Sir.--Pox on him, I shall be trapt. [_As
- 379 _Mop_. A City Apothecary, a most genteel Calling--Which shall I chuse?--Seignior Apothecary, I'll not expostulate the circ.u.mstantial Reasons that have occasion'd me this Honour._Scar_. Incomparable Lady, the Elegancy of your Repartees most excellently
- 380 [Aside to _him_._Scar_. Let me alone._Doct_. I'll warrant you some Rogue that has some Plot on my Niece and Daughter._Scar_. No, no, Sir, he comes to impose the grossest Lye upon you, that ever was heard of._Enter_ Pedro _with others, with a Blanket. The
- 381 _Har_. What did me I, Sir (Life being sweet) but fall on my Knees, and besought his Gloriousness not to eat me, for I was no Fish, but a Man; he ask'd me of what Country, I told him of _Naples_; whereupon the Emperor overjoy'd ask'd me if I knew that m
- 382 _Bell_. Came you, most reverend Bards, from the Moon World?_Kep_. Most lovely Maid, we did._Doct_. May I presume to ask the manner how?_Kep_. By Cloud, Sir, through the Regions of the Air, down to the fam'd _Parna.s.sus_; thence by Water, along the River
- 383 _Kep_. What are you?_Scar_. Two neighbouring Princes to your vast Dominion._Har_. Knights of the Sun, our honourable t.i.tles, And fight for that fair Mortal, _Mopsophil_._Mop_. Bless us!--my two precious Lovers, I'll warrant; well, I had better take up
- 384 p. 15, l. 11 _you speak well_. 1724 omits 'well'.p. 15, l. 20 _Mrs. Celinda Dresswell_. Following 4to 1677 and 1724 I have retained the name Dresswell although it should obviously be Friendlove. In the first draft Friendlove was called Dresswell, and in
- 385 p. 72, l. 20 _Ex. severally_. 4to 1677 adds 'The End of the Fourth Act.'p. 72, l. 22 _Scene I_. I have numbered this scene.p. 76, l. 14 _Scene II. Lord Plotwell's House_. There is no scene division in 4to 1677. I have numbered this scene and added the
- 386 p. 204, l. 34 _this St. Martin's Trumpery_. 1724 'these'.p. 205, l. 4 _my Girl_. 1724 omits 'my'.p. 206, l. 28 _of the World_. 1724 'of the whole World'.p. 207, l. 30 _beholding_. 1724 'beholden'.p. 207, l. 36 _Aside_. 1724 omits. p. 209, l. 2 _l
- 387 p. 266, l. 20 _Scene IV_. I have numbered this scene.p. 267, l. 1 _Yet you may_. I have arranged the whole speech metrically.1687 prints to 'April Flow'rs' as prose. 1724 prints to 'gather'as prose.p. 267, l. 19 _Sir_. Omitted in 1724. p. 268, l. 11
- 388 p. 315, l. 10 _Thou would'st allow_. This is the reading of 4to 1690 and of 1724. 4to 1671 reads 'I should allow what I deny thee here.'p. 316, l. 31 _Philander's Bed-chamber_. I have added the locale.p. 317, l. 25 _marry other_. 1724 'marry any othe
- 389 p. 357, l. 29 _Fal. Wert_. I have followed the arrangement of 4to 1671 throughout in this scene, which 1724 prints as prose.p. 358, l. 7 _Tiffany_. 4to 1690 and 1724 'Taffety.'p. 358, l. 22 _Philander's Apartments_. I have supplied this locale.p. 359,
- 390 p. 424, l. 3 _Doct. Hold up_. 1724 improperly puts this speech after the stage direction.p. 424, l. 8 _Harlequin sits still_. 4tos 'He sits still.'p. 426, ll. 7, 9 _Mistriss_. 1724 'Mrs.'p. 426, l. 35 _Aside, and Exit_. 'Aside' only in 1724. I have
- 391 THE FALSE COUNT.p. 99 _Forty One_. cf. note, Vol. II (p. 207) p. 433, _The City Heiress_.p. 99 _no Plot was true_. A patent allusion to the fict.i.tious Popish Plot.p. 99 _Conventicles_. For the accentuated last syllable, _vide_ Vol. I, p. 454. A striking
- 392 p. 175 _Bantring and Shamming_. Banter = to chaff or make fun of, at this time a new slang word. It is almost certain that the verb, which came into use about 1670, was a full decade earlier than the noun. In 1688 the substantive 'Banter' was up-to-date
- 393 p. 207 _the wonderful Salamanca Doctor_. cf. Notes, Vol. II, p. 433._silken Doctor. The City Heiress_. Prologue (p. 202); and Vol. II, p.437. _Salamanca. The City Heiress_, v, V (p. 297).p. 208 _the Twire_. cf. Note, Vol. II, p. 440. _Amorous Twire. The F
- 394 p. 278 _shatterhead_. A rare word for shatter-(scatter) brained. cf.The Countess of Winchilsea, _Miscellany Poems_ (1713), 'Pri'thee shatter-headed Fop'.p. 278 _Craffey_. Craffy is the foolish son of the Podesta in Crowne's _City Politicks_ (1683). He
- 395 Que les plumets seraient aimables Si leurs feux etaient plus constants!p. 401 _Cannons_. Canons were the immense and exaggerated breeches, adorned with ribbons and richest lace, which were worn by the fops of the court of Louis XIV. There is more than one
- 396 The Works of Aphra Behn.by Aphra Behn.Volume IV.ARGUMENT.Sir Patient Fancy, a hypochondriacal old alderman, has taken a second wife, Lucia, a young and beautiful woman who, although feigning great affection and the strictest conjugal fidelity, intrigues w
- 397 L. _Kno._ Oh, how I hate the impertinence of Women, who for the generality have no other knowledge than that of dressing; I am uneasy with the unthinking Creatures._Lucr._ Indeed 'tis much better to be entertaining a young Lover alone; but I'll prevent
- 398 _Cur._ Yes, Sir._Lean._ This is the Beast _Lodwick_ spoke of; how could I laugh were he design'd for any but _Lucretia!_ [Aside.Sir _Cred._ And dost hear, ask him if he have not sold his own Dog _Diver_ with the white Ear; if I can purchase him, and my o
- 399 Sir _Cred._ A Pox of his Compliment. Why, this is worse than t'other.--What shall I do in this case?--should I speak and undeceive them, they would swear 'twere to save my Jems: and to part with 'em--Zoz, how simply should I look!--but hang't, when I
- 400 Enter _Leander_._Lod._ I hope 'twill be ridiculous enough, and then the Devil's in't if it do not do his Business with my Mother, for she hates all impertinent Noises but what she makes herself. She's now going to make a Visit to your Uncle, purposely