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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
- 401 _Wit._ Madam, should I follow my inclinations, I should pay my Vows no where but there,--but I am inform'd Sir _Patient_ is a Man so positively resolv'd.-- L. _Fan._ That you should love his Wife. [Aside._Wit._ And I'll comply with that Resolve of his,
- 402 L. _Fan._ My Lady _Knowell_?Sir _Pat._ Yes, that Lady of eternal Noise and hard Words.L. _Fan._ Indeed 'tis with pain I am oblig'd to be civil to her, but I consider her Quality, her Husband was too an Alderman, your Friend, and a great Ay and No Man i
- 403 _Lod._ Any thing, so it be to little purpose.Sir _Cred._ Nay, Sir, let me alone for that matter--but who are they, prithee?_Lod._ Why, that's my Lady _Fancy_, and that's her Daughter-in-Law, salute 'em, Man.-- Sir _Cred._ Fair Lady,--I do protest and v
- 404 Sir _Pat._ To any Fool, except a Fool of your Race, of your Generation.-- L. _Kno._ How! a Fool of my Race, my Generation! I know thou meanest my Son, thou contumelious Knight, who, let me tell thee, shall marry thy Daughter _invito te_, that is, (to info
- 405 _Maun._ Lord, how he's swoln! see how his Stomach struts.Sir _Pat._ Ah, 'tis true, though I perceive it not._Maun._ Not perceive it, Sir! put on your Clothes and be convinc'd,--try 'em, Sir.[She pulls off his Gown, and puts on his Doublet and Coat, wh
- 406 _Maun._ Madam, I understand Lovers are best by dark, and shall be diligent: the Doctor has secur'd Sir _Patient_ by a sleeping Pill, and you are only to expect your approaching Happiness.[Exeunt.SCENE II. Lady _Knowell's_ Chamber.Enter Lady _Knowell_ an
- 407 _Lod._ Where are you, my dearest Creature?L. _Fan._ Here--give me your Hand, I'll lead you to those Joys we both so long have sigh'd for._Lod._ Hah! to Joys; sure she doth but dally with me. [Aside.L. _Fan._ Why come you not on, my dear?_Lod._ And yet,
- 408 SCENE VII. _Changes to Lady _Fancy's_ Bed-chamber, discovers her as before; _Lodwick_ as just risen in Disorder from the Bed, b.u.t.toning himself, and setting himself in order; and Noise at the Door of unlatching it._ Enter _Isabella_ groping, Sir _Pati
- 409 _Isab._ Oh Traytor! wou'd thou hadst been that Ravisher I took thee for, rather than such a Villain--false! and with my Mother too!L. _Fan._ And just then, Sir, you came to the Door, and lest you shou'd see him, intreated me to hide him from your Anger,
- 410 Sir _Cred._ Ay, ay, that, we'll have that,--_Ill-wedded Joys, how quickly do you fade_,-- [Sings.] That's excellent! Oh, now the Windows open, now, now shew your capering Tricks. [Vaulting.[They all play again.Enter _Roger_ and a Company of Fellows as o
- 411 Sir _Cred._ Worse! Zoz, Man, what the Devil can be worse?_Lod._ Why, he has vow'd to kill you himself wherever he meets you, and now waits below to that purpose.Sir _Cred._ Sha, sha, if that be all, I'll to him immediately, and make Affidavit I never ha
- 412 [Aside._Lod._ You must know, Gentlemen, I have a sort of a matrimonial Kindness for a very pretty Woman, she whom I tell you I disturb'd in the Garden, and last night she made me an a.s.signation in her Chamber: when I came to the Garden-door by which I
- 413 _Lod._ Let me alone to dispatch this Fool, I long to have him out of the way, he begins to grow troublesome:--but now my Mother expects you._Lean._ Prithee be careful of me.-- [Exit _Lean._ Sir _Cred._ What was this long Whisper, something about me?_Lod._
- 414 Enter Sir _Patient_, looking over her Shoulder a tip-toe._Maun._ Heaven! here's Sir _Patient_, Madam.L. _Fan._ Hah,--and 'tis too late to hide the Paper; I was just going to subscribe my Name.Sir _Pat._ Good morrow, my Lady _Fancy_, your Ladys.h.i.+p is
- 415 _Wit._ Egad, I am i'th wrong, I see by _Lucia's_ Looks.Sir _Pat._ That you have, Sir, you wou'd say, made a Sport and May-game of the Ingagement of your Word; I take it, Mr. _Fainlove_, 'tis not like the Stock you come from._Wit._ Yes, I was like to h
- 416 _Rog._ Truly nay, Sir, for Mr. _Gogle_ has taken too much of the Creature this Morning, and is not in case, Sir.Sir _Pat._ How mean you, Sirrah, that Mr. _Gogle_ is overtaken with Drink?_Rog._ Nay, Sir, he hath over-eaten himself at Breakfast only.Sir _Pa
- 417 L. _Fan._ Good Heavens, Sir, is she dead?Sir _Pat._ I wou'd she were, her Portion and her Honour would then be sav'd. But oh, I'm sick at Heart, _Maundy_, fetch me the Bottle of _Mirabilis_ in the Closet,--she's wanton, unchaste.Enter _Maundy_ with th
- 418 L. _Fan._ 'Tis that, 'tis that, my Dear, that makes me weep. Alas, I never hear this fatal Noise, but some dear Friend dies.Sir _Pat._ Hah, dies! Oh, that must be I, ay, ay, Oh.L. _Fan._ I've heard it, Sir, this two Days, but wou'd not tell you of it.
- 419 _Wit._ Why, sure you do not carry Death in your Embraces, I find no Terror in that lovely Shape, no Daggers in that pretty scornful Look; that Breath that utters so much Anger now, last night was sweet as new-blown Roses are,--and spoke such Words, so ten
- 420 L. _Kno._ Sure _Lucretia_ merits a Husband of as much worth as your Nephew, Sir.Sir _Pat._ A better, Madam, for he's the leudest Hector in the Town; he has all the Vices of Youth, Whoring, Swearing, Drinking, d.a.m.ning, Fighting,--and a thousand more, n
- 421 L. _Kno._ He'll ruin all;--why, Sir,--he means-- Sir _Pat._ Nay, let him alone, let him alone, (with your Ladys.h.i.+p's pardon)--Come, Sir,--Fancy and Conceit, I take it, was the Question in debate.-- _Lean._ I cannot prove this to you, Sir, by force o
- 422 L. _Fan._ This was lucky; Oh Madam, wou'd you have my Dear venture out, when a malignant Star reigns! not for the World.Sir _Pat._ No, I'll not stir; had it been any Star but a malignant Star, I had waited on your Ladys.h.i.+p: but these malignant Stars
- 423 Sir _Pat._ And between Meals, good Wine, Sweet-meats, Caudles,--Cordials and Mirabilises, to keep up my fainting Spirits.Sir _Cred._ A Pox of his Aldermans.h.i.+p: an the whole Bench were such notable Swingers, 'twould famish the City sooner than a Siege
- 424 _Leyd._ And I at _Leyden_, almost as long since._Fat_ D. And I at _Barcelona_ thirty.Sir _Cred._ And I at _Padua_, Sir._Fat_ D. You at _Padua?_ Sir _Cred._ Yes, Sir, I at _Padua_; why, what a pox, do ye think I never was beyond Sea? _Brun._ However, Sir,
- 425 That's a top of my Bill, sweet Sir.[Exeunt Doctors._Fan._ Lord, Sir Father, why do you give 'em Money?_Lean._ For talking Nonsense this Hour or two upon his Distemper._Fan._ Oh lemini, Sir, they did not talk one word of you, but of Dogs and Horses, and
- 426 _Lean._ Hah, _Wittmore_ there! he must not see my Uncle yet.[Puts Sir _Pat._ back.[Exit _Wit._ Sir _Pat._ Nay, Sir, never detain me, I'll to my Lady, is this your Demonstration?--Was ever so virtuous a Lady--Well, I'll to her, and console her poor Heart
- 427 [_Lod._ and _Isab._ kneel.Sir _Pat._ Why, G.o.d-a-mercy--some comfort that,--G.o.d bless ye.--I shall love Disobedience while I live for't._Lod._ I am glad on't, Sir, for then I hope you will forgive _Leander_, who has married my Sister, and not my Moth
- 428 p. 16, l. 30 _Cuffet's._ 1724 'Cusset's'.p. 22, l. 22 _not._ Erroneously omitted by 4to 1678.p. 23, l. 2 _a Dog._ 4to 1678 'the Dog.'p. 23, l. 16 _with Page._ I have added the Page's exit.p. 25, l. 20 _Ex. severally._ 4to 1678 adds 'The End of the
- 429 A Table and Six Chairs.'p. 89, l. 28 _come._ 4to 1678 'came'.p. 95, l. 20 _fatum._ 4to 1678 'fac.u.m.'p. 96, l. 2 _and will._ 1724, very erroneously, 'and I will'.p. 98, l. 13 _and Bartholomew._ I have added this entrance, unmarked in former editio
- 430 p. 100 _Medicinae Professores._ This is from the _Troisieme Intermede_ of _Le Malade Imaginaire_ which commences:-- Savantissimi doctores, Medicinae professores, Qui hic a.s.semblati estis; Et vos, altri messiores, Sententiarum facultatis.p. 101 _Vanderbe
- 431 THE AMOROUS PRINCE.[Transcriber's Note: Entrances and bracketed stage directions were printed in _italics_, with proper names in roman type. The overall _italic_ markup has been omitted for readability.]ARGUMENT.Frederick, 'the Amorous Prince,' a mercu
- 432 Enter _Cloris_ drest in her Night Attire, with _Frederick_ dressing himself._Clo._ And will you leave me now to Fears, Which Love it self can hardly satisfy?But those, and that together sure will kill me, If you stay long away._Fred._ My Dear, 'tis almos
- 433 I hear some coming, and hope 'tis he-- _Pietro_, are the Horses ready? [Exit _Pietro_.Enter _Frederick_._Cur._ Sir, you are welcome from _Cloris's_ Arms._Fred._ With much ado, I am got loose from those fair Fetters, but not from those of her Beauty; By
- 434 _Lor._ Stay, good _Isabella_, stay, And thou shalt hear not one word of that more, Though I am soundly urg'd to't._Isab._ Yes, yes, pray count them, do; I know you long to be at it, And I am sure you will find you are in Arrears to us._Lor._ Say you so,
- 435 _Isab._ Madam, you are the same to a hair; Wou'd I might never stir If I can do any thing but wonder._Clar._ But hark, _Isabella_, if thou shou'dst have Heard amiss, and that thy information should not be good, Thou hast defeated us of a design, Wherein
- 436 _Ism._ So we have heard enough.[Ex. _Clar._ and _Ism._ _Ant._ Oh, were _Clarina_ chaste, as on my Soul I cannot doubt, more than that I believe All Womankind may be seduc'd from Virtue; I were the Man of all the World most bless'd In such a Wife, and su
- 437 _Alb._ Sure thou hast a design to make her hate me._Ant._ Do you think so in earnest, why, was she angry?_Alb._ Oh! hadst thou seen her pretty blus.h.i.+ng Scorn, Which she would fain have hid, Thou wouldst have pitied what I made her suffer._Ant._ Is't
- 438 _Lor._ The Girl is well, and if she were not my Sister, I would give you a more certain Proof of my Opinion of her; She has excellent good Hair, fine Teeth, And good Hands, and the best natur'd Fool-- Come, come, Sir, I'll bring you to her, And then I'
- 439 _Ism._ Love you, and what would be the end of that?_Alb._ I cannot tell, but wish you were inclin'd To make a tryal, Madam; I have no thought or wish beyond that Blessing, And that once gain'd, sure I should ask no more._Ism._ Were I inclin'd to this,
- 440 _Alb._ What's this, and at _Clarina's_ Lodgings too?Sure 'tis _Antonio_, impatient of delay, Gives her a Serenade for me.Enter _Isabella_._Isab._ 'Tis the Fool himself-- My Lord, where are you?_Alb._ How! a Woman's Voice! 'tis dark, I'll advance. _
- 441 _Clar._ 'Twill be too late._Ism._ Sister, what think you if I go myself?_Clar._ You should not be so daring; Besides, I blush to think what strange opinion He'll entertain of me the while._Ism._ Do not let that afflict you.Fetch my Veil, and if
- 442 _Ism._ Yes, _Alberto_; And you shall see what Love will make a Woman do.[He leads her out._Alb._ Now am I caught again, inconstant Nature.--Would she had less of Beauty or of Wit, Or that _Antonio_ did but less deserve her; Or that she were not married, O
- 443 _Cur._ Hold, Sir, and do not make me guilty of a Sin, Greater than that of yours.Enter _Salvator_._Salv._ G.o.ds pity me; here's fine doings!--Why, how Came this roistring Youngster into my House? Sir, Who sent for you, hah?_Cur._ Love._Salv._ Love,
- 444 Oh Impertinency, thou art justly rewarded!_Cur._ _Lorenzo_, may I believe you love me?_Lor._ Now what shall I say, Ay or no? [Aside.The Devil take me if I know._Cur._ Will you do me a favour? _Lor._ There 'tis again. [Aside._Cur._ I know I may trust
- 445 _Guil._ Pray let me begin and practise a little now, An't please you, for fear I should not be saucy enough, When we arrive at Court._Clo._ I'll warrant you you'll soon learn there._Guil._ Oh Lord, _Philibert!_ _Philibert!_ I see a Man a co
- 446 _Guil._ Look ye, Sir, there, don't you see them?_Gal._ How does your Highness? This Fellow told me Of a quarrel here, which made me haste._Fred._ Be silent, and carry me to my own apartment._Gal._ Alas, Sir, is it you that fought?_Fred._ No more Ques
- 447 SCENE I. _Antonio's_ House.Enter _Ismena_ and _Isabella_._Isab._ Madam, turn your back to that side, For there _Antonio_ is hid; he must not see your Face: now raise your Voice, that he may hear what 'tis you say._Ism._ I'll warrant you, _I
- 448 _Alb._ Madam, I go, surpriz'd with Love and Wonder. [Ex. _Alb._ _Ism._ You'll be more surpriz'd, when you know [Aside.That you are cheated too as well as _Antonio_.[Exeunt.SCENE II. A Street. Enter _Curtius_ disguis'd in a black Peruke
- 449 _Cur._ Yes, Friend, thou hadst one._Guil._ Yes, Friend, thou hadst one._Cur._ Dog, do'st eccho me? do'st thou repeat?I say again, what is thy Name? [Shakes him._Guil._ Oh horrible!--why, Sir, it was _Guilliam_ When I was a silly Swain. _Cur._ _G
- 450 _Clo._ Oh G.o.d forbid, I should be so inconstant!No, Sir, though she be false, she has my Heart, And I can die, but not redeem the Victim._Fred._ Away, you little Fool, you make me sad By this resolve: but I'll instruct you better._Clo._ I would not
- 451 _Isab._ Are you in earnest?_Lor._ Yes, that I am, and that _Clarina_ shall find, If I once come to her._Isab._ Come, leave your frippery Jests, and come in._Lor._ _Guilliam_, be sure you attend me here, And whoever you see, say nothing; the best on't
- 452 _Ism._ I'm glad on't, Sir; then I have pleasant News for you, I know a Lady, and a Virgin too, That loves you with such Pa.s.sion, As has oblig'd me to become her Advocate._Alb._ I am very much oblig'd to her, If there be any such._Ism
- 453 _Lor._ And here's for you too; a Letter from _Curtius_, And therefore I would not open it: I took it up At the Post-house. [She reads, and seems pleas'd.Now if this should prove some surly Gallant of hers, And give me a slash o'er the Face
- 454 _Ant._ Name it no more, it was an idle Fault, Which I do so repent me, That if you find I should relapse again, Kill me, and let me perish with my Weakness: And were that true you tell me of your Pa.s.sion, Sure I should wish to die, to make you happy._Al
- 455 _Behold a Prince, who never yet Was vanquished in the Field; Awhile his Glories must forget, And lay his Laurels at the feet Of some fair Female Power, to whom he'll yield._ _Fred._ What's this the Preparation?_Lor._ Yes, so it should seem; but
- 456 --Here thou mayst finish now the Life thou threaten'st._Cur._ Now, Sir, you know my Justice and my Power; Yet since my Prince can shed a Tear for _Cloris_, I can forgive him; here, Sir,--send me to _Cloris_, [Kneels, and offers his Sword.That Mercy p
- 457 _Ant._ With perfect Joy, _Ismena_, I resign thee, [_Ant._ gives him _Ism._ _Alb._ By double Ties you now unite our Souls; Though I can hardly credit what I see, The Happiness so newly is arriv'd. [To _Ant._ Enter _Prince_, _Lorenzo_, and _Guilliam_,
- 458 Spoken by _Cloris_.Ladies, the Prince was kind at last, But all the Danger is not past; I cannot happy be till you approve My hasty condescension to his Love.'Twas want of Art, not Virtue, was my Crime; And that's, I vow, the Author's Fault
- 459 p. 158, l. 17 _you will believe._ 1724 omits will. +ACT III: Scene i+ p. 160, l. 7 _A Room._ I have supplied the locale. p. 161, l. 23 _youre._ 1671 your. +ACT III: Scene ii+ p. 163, l. 19 _A Street._ I have supplied this locale. +ACT III: Scene iii+ p.
- 460 p. 204, l. 20 _their._ 4to 1671 '_the_'.p. 206, l. 33 _Visors._ 1724 '_Vizards_'.p. 207, l. 5 _Braves._ 1724 'Bravoes'.p. 209, l. 19 _'Twas a Temptation._ 1724 quite erroneously gives this speech to Cloris.p. 212, l. 13
- 461 The Author dreads the strut and meen Of new prais'd Poets, having often seen Some of his Fellows, who have writ before, When Nel has danc'd her Jig, steal to the Door, Hear the Pit clap, and with conceit of that Swell, and believe themselves the
- 462 This play, Madam, being left in my hands by the Author to Introduce to the Publick, I thought my self oblig'd to say thus much in its defence, and that it was also a Duty upon me to choose a Patroness proper for it, and the Author having pitcht upon
- 463 _Boy._ Oh! she's woundy handsome her self, Master, and the kindest Gentlewoman--look, here she comes, Master.-- Enter _Flirt_ and _Nell_.G.o.d bless you, Mistress, I have brought you a young Gentleman here._Flirt._ That's well, honest _Jack_.--S
- 464 _Friend._ He was a _Leicesters.h.i.+re_ younger Brother, came over with a small Fortune, which his Industry has increas'd to a thousand Pounds a year; and he is now Colonel _John Surelove_, and one of the Council._Haz._ Enough._Friend._ About it then
- 465 _Dull._ No, unless he means to be paid for drinking with us,--ha, ha, ha._Haz._ No, Sir, I have money to pay for what I drink: here's my Club, my Guinea, [Flings down a Guinea.I scorn to be oblig'd to such Scoundrels._Booz._ Hum--call Men of Hon
- 466 _Whim._ Why, Brother _Whiff_, you were for making him a General but now._Whiff._ The Counsels of wise States-men, Brother _Whimsey_, must change as Causes do, d'ye see._Dun._ Your Honours are in the right; and whatever those two leading Counsellors s
- 467 _Ran._ Rather that he should love no body's Body besides my own; but my fortune is too good to trust the Rogue, my Money makes me an Infidel._Chris._ You think they all love you for that._Ran._ For that, ay, what else? if it were not for that, I migh
- 468 _Chris._ I do not think he will be forc'd, not even by _Friendly_._Friend._ And, faith, it goes against my Conscience to lift my Sword against him, for he is truly brave, and what he has done, a Service to the Country, had it but been by Authority._C
- 469 _Dun._ Treachery! now Heavens forbid, are we not Christians, Sir, all Friends and Countrymen? believe me, Sir, 'tis Honour calls you to increase your Fame, and he who would dissuade you is your Enemy._Dar._ Go cant, Sir, to the Rabble--for us, we kno
- 470 _Haz._ Rather to receive my Wounds, Madam._Sure._ Already, Sir,--whoe'er she be, she made good haste to conquer, we have few here boast that Dexterity._Haz._ What think you of _Chrisante_, Madam?_Sure._ I must confess your Love and your Despair are t
- 471 _Friend._ S'death, you lye, Sir--I do._Tim._ Gad zoors, Sir, lye to a Privy-Counsellor, a Major of Horse!Brother, this is an Affront to our Dignities: draw and I'll side with you.[They both draw on _Friendly_, the Ladies run off._Friend._ If I d
- 472 [His Men come in, they fall on, release _Bacon_ and _Fearless_, and his Man, and get Swords. _Whimsey's_ Party put _Whim._ and _Whiff_ before 'em striking 'em as they endeavour to run on this side or that, and forcing 'em to bear up, t
- 473 _Down._ What, Men of Authority dispute with Rake-h.e.l.ls! 'tis below us, Sir._Tim._ To stake our Lives and Fortunes against their nothing.Enter _Bacon_, after him the Rabble with Staves and Clubs, bringing in _Whim._ and _Whiff_ bound._Well._ What m
- 474 _Rab._ Let's barbicu this fat Rogue._Bac._ Be gone, and know your distance to the Council.[The Rabble let 'em go._Well._ I'd rather perish by the meanest Hand, than owe my safety poorly thus to _Bacon_.[In Rage. _Bac._ If you persist still
- 475 _Dull._ Mr. Clerk, come to the Tryals on the Dockett.[_Clerk_ reads._Cler._ The first is between his Wors.h.i.+p Justice _Whiff_ and one _Grubb_._Dull._ Ay, that _Grubb's_ a common Disturber, Brother, your Cause is a good Cause if well manag'd,
- 476 _Whiff._ Ay, what can you say for your self, did you not draw your Sword, Sirrah?_Haz._ I did._Tim._ 'Tis sufficient, he confesses the Fact, and we'll hear no more._Haz._ You will not hear the Provocation given._Dull._ 'Tis enough, Sir, you
- 477 [_Whiff_ sits on the Ground with a Bottle of Brandy._Whim._ A Morsel, a Morsel._Well._ I am for an attack, what say you, Gentlemen, to an attack?--What, silent all? What say you, Major?_Dull._ I say, Sir, I hope my Courage was never in dispute. But, Sir,
- 478 _Booz._ Silence--silence-- [_Dunce_ reads._Dun._ By an order of Council, dated _May_ the 10th, 1670. To all Gentlemen Soldiers, Merchants, Planters, and whom else it may concern.Whereas _Bacon_, contrary to Law and Equity, has, to satisfy his own Ambition
- 479 _Bac._ 'Tis not with Women, Sir, nor honest men like you, that I intend to combat; not their own Parents shall be more indulgent, nor better Safe-guard to their Honours, Sir: But 'tis to save the expence of Blood I seize on their most valued Pri
- 480 --_Semernia_--Words but poorly do express the Griefs of parting Lovers--'tis with dying Eyes, and a Heart trembling--thus-- [Puts her Hand on his Heart.they take a heavy leave;--one parting Kiss, and one Love pressing sigh, and then farewel:--but not
- 481 Enter _Whimsey_, pulling in _Whiff_, with a Halter about his Neck._Whim._ Nay, I'm resolved to keep thee here till his Honour the General comes.--What, to call him Traitor, and run away after he had so generously given us our freedom, and listed us C
- 482 _Jen._ But if he should kill you, Madam._Ran._ I'll take care to make it as comical a Duel as the best of 'em; as much in love as I am, I do not intend to die its Martyr.Enter _Daring_ and _Fearless_._Fear._ Have you seen _Chrisante_ since the F
- 483 _Fear._ Nay, she's generous too._Dar._ Yes, when she's drunk, and then she'll lavish all._Ran._ A pox on him, how he vexes me._Dar._ Then such a Tongue--she'll rail and smoke till she choke again; then six Gallons of Punch hardly recov
- 484 _Tim._ Me--'twas the Major's Ambition here--to make himself a great Man with the Council again._Dull._ Pox o' this Ambition, it has been the ruin of many a gallant Fellow._Whiff._ If I get home again, the height of mine shall be to top Toba
- 485 [An Alarm beats: Enter at another Pa.s.sage _Boozer_ with all the Ladies; they pa.s.s over the Stage, while _Hazard_ and _Downright_ beat back a Party of Soldiers. _Dull._ _Tim._ _Whim._ and _Whiff_, p.r.i.c.k'd on by their Party to fight, lay about
- 486 _Queen._ Alas, 'tis better we should perish here, than stay to expect the Violence of his Pa.s.sion, to which my Heart's too sensibly inclin'd._Ana._ Why do you not obey its Dictates then? why do you fly the Conqueror?_Queen._ Not fly--not
- 487 _Whiff._ Lord, does your Honour take us for Starters?_Fear._ Yes, Sirrah, and believe you are now rubbing off--confess, or I'll run you through._Whiff._ Oh, mercy, Sir, mercy, we'll confess._Whim._ What will you confess? we were only going behin
- 488 [Ex. _Dar._ _Dun._ _Dull._ and _Tim._ as _Fear._ goes out a Soldier meets him._Sold._ What does your Honour intend to do with _Whimsey_ and _Whiff_, who are condemn'd by a Council of War?Enter _Daring_, _Dullman_, _Tim._ _Fearless_, and Officers._Dar
- 489 _Well._ I know ye well--you're all rank Cowards; but once more we forgive ye; your Places in the Council shall be supplied by these Gentlemen of Sense and Honour. The Governor when he comes, shall find the Country in better hands than he expects to f
- 490 p. 235, l. 22 _give._ My own emendation: previous editions 'be'.p. 236, l. 12 _make._ 4to 1690 'have'.p. 237, l. 6 _Down. I say._ 4to 1690 wrongly gives this speech to Dunce.p. 238, l. 25 _If we wou'd._ 1724 'If he wou'd
- 491 p. 290, l. 14 _Daring, looks._ 4to 1690 'Daring, and looks'.p. 290, l. 31 _devote._ 1724 'divorce', a bad error.p. 290, l. 33 _the fittest._ 1724 'a fit'.+ACT V: Scene i+ p. 295, l. 9 _Exeunt._ 4to 1690 'Ex.' 1724 &
- 492 p. 233 _they bear the Bob._ i.e. They join in the chorus or refrain.+ACT I: Scene iii+ p. 240 _shoveing the Tumbler._ 'Thieves' cant for being whipped at the cart's tail.' --(Grose). Tumbler, perhaps = tumbril.p. 240 _lifting._ Filchin
- 493 _False Count_ text: --who will desert me, Because they find no dry bobs on your Party _False Count_ note: _dry bobs._ A bob was a sarcastic jest or jibe. cf. _Sir Giles Goosecappe_ (1606), Act V, i. 'Marry him, sweet Lady, to answere his bitter Bob,&
- 494 Here, Sir, if the Play had been my own, I should have complain'd that the Town had its favourite Fools, as well as favourite Wits, and that Comedy or Farce from any other hand wou'd no more go down with them, than their favourites will with true
- 495 _Oliv._ I think, Brother, I writ you word to Paris, of a Marriage concluded betwixt me and _Welborn_?_Geo._ That Letter I receiv'd: but from the dear _Mirtilla_, not one soft word; not one tender Line has blest my Eyes, has eas'd my panting Hear
- 496 _Prince._ You pain me when you compliment my Friends.h.i.+p. [Embracing._Geo._ Perhaps you will not think me worth this Honour, when you shall hear my Story._Prince._ Thou canst say nothing I can value less._Geo._ Perhaps too my way of Living has deceiv&#
- 497 _Thus in _Covent-Garden_ he makes his Campaign, And no Coffee-house haunts, but to settle his Brain.He laughs at dry Morals, and never does think, Unless 'tis to get the best Wenches and Drink.He dwells in a Tavern, and lies ev'ry where, And imp
- 498 L. _Blun._ What, disinherit your eldest Son, Brother?Sir _Mer._ Ay, Aunt, his very Heir apparent? Aunt, to show you how the old Gentleman has misrepresented us, give me leave to present you a Dance I provided to entertain your Son with, in which is repres
- 499 _Geo._ Which will burn like a snuff of a Candle; no body will be able to endure it.[Aside.--So Fortune, I see, provides for me: On this hand Wealth, on that young Pleasures lie; He ne'er wants these, who has that kind Supply.[Exeunt._The End of the F
- 500 I._No, _Delia_, no: What Man can range From such Seraphic Pleasure?'Tis want of Charms that make us change, To grasp the Fury, Treasure.What Man of Sense wou'd quit a certain Bliss, For Hopes and empty Possibilities?_ II. _Vain Fools! that sure