V's DEORGE the Second, by the Grace of God, King of SN Great-Britain, France and Ireland; Defender of the Faith, exc. To all to whom these Presents shall come, Greeting. Whereas: our Trusty, and Well-beloved 5 are graciously pleased to condescend to his Request : and Statute in that Behalf made and provided, for Us, Our Heirs, and Successors, grant unto Him, the Kidd Lewis Theobald, his Executors, Administrators, and Assigns, Our Royal Licence, for the sole Print. ing and Publishing the said Play, in such Size and Manner, as He and They shall think fit, for the Term of Fourteen Years, to be computed from the Date hereof; strictly forbidding all our Subjects within our Kingdoms and Dominions, to Reprint the same, either in the like, or in any other Size, or Manner whatsoever; or to Import, Buy, Vend, Utter or Distribute” any Copies thereof, Reprint ed beyond the Seas, during-the aforesaid Term of Fourteen Years, 3 without the Consent, or Approbation of the said Lewis Theobald, PB his Heirs, Executors, and A igns, under his, or their Hands and] Seals first had, and obtained; as they will answer the%ontrary a © their Peril: Whereof the Commissioners, and other Officers of our Customs, the Master, Warden, and Company of Stationers, are to take Notice, that the same may be entred in the Register ot pri the said Company, and that due Obedience be rendred thereunto. nt Given at Our Court at St. James's, the Fifth Day of December, 1727; in the First Year of Our Reign, . . . © - | By His Majesty's Command, Horz NEWCASTLE 1 b PT 1 9 * 1 TA. N v >» By F Tl * 8 if J Ty 9 7. 148 98 * 7 2 2 þ A es, 9 1 * . rs OO N = FT x 'T = ns 8 S * 6 * i * a n Cl Wi, _ WW 4 bs 0 i 12 ISI CA * N al 2 FC. 7 Be. i. As i is Acted at the IrHEATRE- -ROYAL DRURT-LANE. Wl Written Originally by . SHARK ESPEARE; And now Revised and Adapted to the Stage by Mr. — the Author of Shakespeare Restor' d. — Quad optanti Divam an nemo Auderet, eee Dies, en! attulit mrs; Virg. LONDON: 1 . Printed by J. WArrs, at the Printin Office i Mild. Court near Lincolns-Im. Fiel . M DCC NV III. — ths rt mae e EY S "ass > axe” 3 — nt ew” RE. IEA. I IIS — 9 222 A ones ing d EIT — Rr i —— are > . To the Right HONOURABLE George Dodinglom, E1q; strongly second Irre which crowns this OTHING can more Pleasure I feel, from the UniversalApplause phan Play, than this Other which FE take in presuming to shelter it under Your Name. I bear so dear an tection to the Writings and Memory of SHAKESPEARE, that, as it is my good Fortune to retrieve this Remnant of his Pen from Obscurity, so it is my greatest Ambition that this D EDI * A 71 0 N. this piece should be received into the Protection of such a Patron And, I hope, Future Times, when they mean to pay Shakespeare the best Compliment, will remember to say, Mr. Dop1NGToON was that Friend to his Remains, which his own MEER ALTON was to his li vin Merit. 5 5 n gem the he Discernmen of our Patrons, that we can generally best promise Ourselves the good Opinion of the Publick You are not only a distinguishd Friend of the Muses, but most intimarely allied to them: And from hence it is -I flatter Myself, that if You- shall think fit to pro nounce this Piece genuine, it wil silence the Censures of those Unbe levers, who think it impossible. DEDICATION. Manuscript of Shakespeare could so long have lain dormant; and who are blindly paying Me a greater Compliment than either They defon, or I can merit, while they cannot but confess Themselves ' pleased, yet would fain insinuate that they ire imposed upon. 1 should esteem it ome Sort of Virtue, were I able to commit so agreeable a a Ce 17Þ But pardon Me, Sir, for a Di. gression that perverts the very Rule of Dedications. Ion, I have my Reasons for it. As, SIR, your known Integrity, and Honour engages the warmest Wishes of all good Men for your Prosperity, so your known Distinction in polite Letters, and your Senerous Encouragemen t of Those who pretend to them, o- blges us us to consider your Advance- 7. * ment DE D 104 770 N. ment, as Our own personal Interest, and as a good Omen, at least, if not as the surest Means of the future flourishing Condition of those Hu. mane Arts amongst us, which We prose ess, and which You adorn. Burt neither Your Modesty, nor my Inability will suffer me to enter upon] that Subject. Permit me therefore, SIR, to convert Paneg rick 1 into 4 most ardent With, that You would look with a Tender Eye on this dear Relick, and that you would believe me, with the most unfeigned Zed and Respect, 8 wal 2 our 1 Devoted and Obedient Humble Soros, Great Ru 1 9 21 ecember, Lew, TuroB aid » =_ ak * « STENTS * * =_ - = = 2 LC. is It AR wy * ' a» 5 f \ \ n = j ; LES n * 3 Fn l 4 1 O _— Yan * 2 FI RTF oy FLAG = 33 e 8 CE = L r ISS =. „ N re Ti A it. . "FB n « © 481 „1 ST . 4 TL P Pn en 2 - I NATS 5 i 1 Ay r { eee re 2 n r » WS! LG a Sm I.) CR ES) I . 1 1 IF EN Cod a COS FO DG ATT Er ACSI NE Nt OUS LES I Re 2M [ n pg oa: 8 b 0 Poe io UOTE SET ERC I: 1 * De ARCS X = ” gn... NN 1 | r UTE CST” 5 , WY EC OT 2 <4 Deen 217 e ne > L oy þ 3 2 Trip rw n e 1 nnr P r 34 in ire F, ITS” f be 1 F Z [4 ] x f 4 % I LO 1. & * 4 j . » hy 1 o a 0 1 0 i bd . ' 4 2 f N 4 RED | y « we shaky | 4 . Thi | HE Success, which this Play has met with from the Town in the Representation, (to say nothing of the Reception it found from those Great Judges, to whom | have had the Honour of communicating it in Manuscript;) has almost made-the Purpole of a Preface unneceslary : And therefore what I have to say, is design'd rather to wipe out a flying Objection Mm To two, than to labour at proving it the Production of Shake- = Ipeare. It has been alledg'd as incredible, that such a Curiosity = should be stifled and lost-to the World for- above a Century. To This my Answer is short; that tho” it never till now made its Appearance on the Stage, yet one of the Manuscript Copies, which J have, is of above Sixty Years Standing, in the Handwriting of Mr. Downes, the famous Old Prompter; and, as I am credibly inform'd, was early in the Possession of the celebrated Mr. Bezterton, and by Him design'd to have been usher'd into the World. What Accident prevented This Purpose of his, I do not pretend to know: Or thro' what hands it had suc- OF THE cessively pass'ꝰd before that Period of Time. There is a Tra- 1 dition (which I have from the Noble Person, who supply'd me | with One of ee ee it was given by our Author, as a Present of Value, to a Natural Daughter of his, for whose Sake he wrote it, in the Time of his Retirement from the Stage. Two other Copies I have, (one of which I was glad to 1 — > 6 2 N 2 FE 4 | C 5 Z. „ . chase at a very good Rate,) which may not, perhaps, be quite so Old as the Former; but One of Them is much more perfect, and has fewer Flaws and Interruptions in the Sense. ” Another Objection has been started, (which would carry much more Weight with it, were it Fact;) that the Tale of this Play, being built upon à Novel in Don Quixot, Chronology is against Us, and Shakespeare could not be the Author. But it happens, that Don Qui xot was publish'd in the Year 1611, and Jhake- gp did not dye till April 1616, a sufficient Interval of Time or All that We want granted. Others again, to depreciate the Affair, as they thought, have been pleased to urge, that tho' the Play may have some Resemblances of Shakespeare, yet the Colouring, Diction, and Chara- Fers, come nearer to the Style and Manner of FLETCHER, This, I think, is far from deserving any Answer; I submit it o the Determination of better Judgments; tho' my Partiality or Shakespeare makes me wish, that Every Thing which is good, or pleasing, in our Tongue, had been owing to his Pen. As to the Performance of the respective Ackors concern'd in this Play, my applauding It here would be altogether superfluous. The Publick has distinguish'd and given them a Praise, much beyond Any that can slow from my Pen. But I have some particular Acknowledgments to make to the Managers of portunity. | 8 „ „„ came to Them at this JunQure as an Editor, not an Auzhor, and have met with so much Candout, and handsome Treatment from Them, that I am willing to believe, the Complaint, which has so commonly obtain'd, of their Distegard and ill Behaviour to Writers, has been more severely urg'd, than it is justly grounded. They must certainly be too good Judges of their own Interest, | not to know that a Theatre cannot always subsist on old Stock, bat that the Town requires Novelty at their Hands. On the other Hand, they must be so far Judges of their own Art and Profession, as to know that all the Compositions, which are offer'd them, would never go down with Audiences of so nice and delicate a Taste, as in this Age frequent the Fheatres. It would be very hard upon such a Community, . where so many Interests are concern'd, and so much Merit in their Business allow'd, if they had not a Priviledge of refusing some ctiide Pieces, too imperfect for the Entertainment of the Publick I would not be thought to inferr, that they have ne. ver disconrag'd what They 2 perhaps, afterwards wish they had receiv'd. They do not, I believe, set up for such a oy SF | | | an this Company, for which I am glad to embrace so fair an Op- S apy Fy wy mos Won A N F A fant Infallibility. But if We do but fairly consider out of a- | dove Four Thonufand Plays extant, how small a Number will | now stand the Test: if We do but consider too, how often a | raw Performance has been extoll'd by the Partiality of private Friendship 3 and what a Clamour of Injury has been rais'd from that Quarter, upon such Performance meeting 4 Repulse; we may pretty easily account for the Grounds upon which they proceeded in discountenancing some Plays, and the harsh Things that are throw out upon their giving a R pulse to others. But I should beg Pardon for interfering in this Question, in ! which I am properly neither, Party, nor N by am only l throwing out a private Opinion, without Interest or Prejudice, 0 ors Bog Ar n ed LMI Us 7 — P — fel : 8 C COT. AC a FA $i 1 a I 8 - r wad wht, - 1. FI Tn Aly oy > RE. mn * arty and if I am right ia the Notion, Valeat quantum valere potest. LIKE G 7 Y = * + —_—__ +. a EE 1 22 9 FEST * 1 B -2 PEN 2 „ 8 on = > 7 _ > ir Eng »# = i 3 _ SY YL 2 . r z EWING m— NAY PPV ER PRO E. 0 G UE| Written by PHILIP FROWDE, Eh 4 And Spoken by Mr. WIL Ks. 7 S in some Region, whis indulgent Skies Enrich the Soil, a thousand Plants arise Frequent and boldz a thousand. Landskips meet Our ravisht View, irregularly sweet - Fe gaze, divided, now on These, now Those ; While All one beauteous Wilderness compose. Such SHAKESPEARE's Genius Was + — Lt Bri tons boast The glorious Birth, and, eager, Gras; who most © Shall celebrate his Verse; for while we raise — Trophies of Fame to him, ourselves we praise > 5 Display the Talents of a British Mind, Where All is great, free, open, unconsin d. Be it our Pride, to reach his daring Flight; And relish Beauties, he alone could write. Most modern Authors, fearful to aspire, With Imitation cramp their genial Fire ; The well-schemed Plan keep strict before their E Jes, Dwell on Proportions, trifling Decencies While noble Nature all neglefed lies. Nature, that claims Precedency of P lace, Perfeftion's Basis, and essential Grace i PROLOGUE. Nature so intimately SHAKESPEARE knew, From her first Springs his Sentiments he drew Most greatly wild they slow; and, when most wild, 00 | true. While These, secure in what the Criticks teach, Of servile Laws still dread the dangerous Breach; His vast, unbounded, Soul disdain'd their Rule, Above the Precepts of the Pedant School ! Ob! could the Bard, revisiting our Light, Receive these Honours done his Shade To-night, How would he bless the Scene this Age displays, Transcending his Eliza's golden Days! When great AUuGusTUs fills the British Throne, And his Iov'd Consort makes the Muse her own, How *would he joy, to see fair. Merit's Claim Thus answer'd in his own reviving Fame! Hou cry with Pride « Oblivion I forgive; « This my last Child to latest Times thall live - « Loft to the World, well for the Birth it stay'd; To this auspicious ra well delay'd. Tk 4 <—x by bo — CORES] =; l Written by a Friend. Spoken by Mrs. O L DTI E L b. V 2 LL. Heaven defend us from these ancient Plays, These Moral Bards of good Queen Bess's Days! T; hey write from Virtue's Laws, and think no farther, But draw a Rape as dreadful as a Murther, You modern Wits, more deeply vers'd in Nature, Can tip the wink, to tell us, you know better ; As who sbou d say—*© *Tis no such killing Matter. eve heard old Stories told, and yet ne'er wonder d « Of many a Prude, that has endur d a Hundred: © & And Violante grieves, or we're mistaken, . & Not, because ravisht z, but because — forsaken.— Had this been written to the modern Stage, Her Manners had been copy'd from the Age. Then, tho" she had been once @ little wrong, She fill had had the Grace to ve held her Tongue; And after all, with downcaft Looks, been led Like any Virgin to the Bridal Bed. There, if the good Man question'd her Mi if- doing, I She'd flop him short— Pray, who made you so knowny' « hat, doubt my Virtue !— What's your base Intention: &« Sir, that's @ Point above your Comprebension. —— 4 N I 3 — % 7 * n bl 17 ky 4 *4+ *#\{ 1 1 SSNE Well, Heav'n be prais'd, the Virtue of our Times Cl all S:cures us from our Gothick Grandfires Crimes, =! Rapes, Magick, new Opinions, which before RT Have fill d our Chronicles, are now no more: | 42 PINE nd this reforming Age may justly boast, | 9 Vat dreadful Sin Polygamy is loft. 1 . So far from multiplying Hives, tis known Po Oar Husbands find, they've Work enough with one, — Then, as for Rapes, those dangerous days are pass 3 Our Dapper Sparks are seldom in such haste. In SHAKESPEARE's Age the English Touth inspir'd, Liv'd, as they fought, by him and Beauty sir'd. Tis yours to crown the Bard, whose Magick Strain loud charm the Heroes of that glorious Reign, Which humbled to the Dust the Pride of Spain. Dramatis Personæ. M E N; Duke . ET Mr. Corey. Roderick, his Elder Son. Mr. Mills. Henriquez, his Younger Son. Mr. Wilks. Don Bernard, Father to Leonora. Mr. Harper. Camillo, Father to Julio. Mr. Grisin. Julio, in Love with Leonora. Mr. Booth. Citizen. Mr. Oates. | Master of the Flocks. Mr. Bridgwatrr WM First Shepherd. 8 Mr. Norris. Second Shepherd. Mr. Ray. WOMEN. Leonora. = Mrs. Porter, Fiolante. | Mrs. Booth, SCENE, rhe Province of Andalusia iu Spit DOUBL ef TS l ** — —— 45 * / 2 T ds * IJ 9 "2 7 - | a © . . * 7 g . 4 1 8 — \\ 4 8 ö = j Y % N * | : = © Ys 4 MW — ——＋ \ VE : V2? fe Y * P e r 245564 3-57 446 8 POUBLE FALSHOOD OR, ööͤã ö 7 r aaa. wh Wy o = Es — - NO OT f 2 = lap ey 3 T7 " The DisTREsT LOVERS. AG T I. S CEN E 1 Due An gelo, Roderick, and Courtiers. f | RO DV ERIOEX. BH Seer ee Father, this unwonted = => 2 train | 1 | | Il ee Visits my Heart with Sadness. | 1 Date. — - Why, my Son? Ml Making my Death familiar to my ae — TIT. EN Tongue = \ Digs not my Grave one Jot before 0 k - N 1 % i. 3 1 2: I — — & i3 & W [ it a= 4 | 2 * . A Si 2 et 8 F — — . P p bo Sack | I've worn the Garland of my Honours long, pi And would not leave it wither'd to thy Brow, 0 But flourishing and green; worthy the Man, | F a: ws 8 'B EL Who, Dou FarisHooD; om, Who, with my Dakedoms, heirs my better Glories, Roder. This Praise, which is my Pride, spreads me Ml A — AA Ds Due. Think nor, that I can flatter thee, my Roderick; I u Or let the Scale of Love o'er-poize my Judgment. R Like a fair Glass of Retrospection, Thou By Keflect'st the Virtues of my early Youth; Making my old Blood mend its Pace with Transport: While fond Henriquez, thy irregular Brother, 8 Sets the large Credit of his Name at Stake, A Truant to my Wishes, and his Birth. His Taints of Wildness hurt our nicer Honour, And call sor swift Reclaim. . Roden..ĩ F [ trust, my Brother Will, by the Vantage of his cooler Wisdom, Eer- while redeem the hor Escapes of Vouth, And court Opinion with a golden Conduct. Date. Be Thou a Prophet in that kind N Bur I, by Fears weighing his unweigh'd Course, Interpret for the Future from the Past. And strange 'Misgiviags, why he hath of late By Importunity, and strain'd Petition, Wrested our Leave of Absence. from the Court, Awake Suspicion. Thou art inward with himz And, haply, from the bosom'd Trust can'st shape wn Some formal Cause ro iqualify my. Doubts. Rodger. Why he hath press'd this Absence, Sin, 1 know not; 19 2 But have his Letters of a modern Date, N 0 Wherein by Julio, good Camillo's Son. 5 re (Who, as he says, shall follow hard upon; = BL And whom I with the growing Hour expect:) | so He doth sollicit the Return of Gold To purchase certain Horse, that like him well. SW owns” wat This Julio he encounter'd first in France, ni And lovingly commends him to my Favour; tt Withing, I would detain him some few Days,, tt To know the Value of his well-placed Trust. ad te Dule. O, do it, Roderick; and assay to mould him An honest Spy upon thy Brother's Riots. Make us acquainted when the Vouth arrives; We'll see this Julio, and he shall from Us Receive the secret Loan his Friend requires. Bring him to Court. SCENE H. Praspect of a Village at a Distance. Enters Camillo with a Letter. Cam. How comes the Duke to take such Notice of my Son, that he must needs have him in Court, and I must send him upon the View of his Letter? Horsemanship ! What Horsemanship has Julio? I think, he can no more but gallop a Hackney, . unless he practised Riding in France. It may be, he did so; for he was there a good Continuance. But I have not heard him speak much of his Horsemanship. That's no Matter: if he be not a good Horseman, all's one in such a Case, he must bear. Princes are absolute; they may do what they will in any Thing, save what they cannot do. "FT 8 Enters ] ulio. O, come on, Sir; read this Paper: no more Ado, but read it: It must not be answer'd by my Hand, nor yours, but, in Gross, by your Person ; your sole Person, Read aloud. | 15 Jul. Please you, to let me first o' erlook it, Sir. Cam. I was this other day in a Spleen against your new Suits: I do now think, some Fate was the Taylour that hath fitted them: for, this Hour, they are for the Palace of the Duke. — Your Father's House is too dusty, | [Exeunt. ed CCS 1 N e : - «oe echt 4 it _ go. So it please You, Sir. DovBLrt FALSHOOD; , Jul. Hem !— to Court? Which is the better, to serve a Mistress, or a Duke? I am sued to be his Slave, and I sue to be Leonora's. | [ Aside, Cam. You shall find your Horsemanship much pfraised there; Are you so good a Horseman? "ag Jul. I have been, | 3 E'er now, commended for my Seat, or mock'd. Cam. Take one Commendation with another, every Third's a Mock. — Affect not therefore to be praised, Here's a deal of Command and Entreaty mixt; there's no denying; you must go, peremptorily he inforce That. 85 Jul. What Fortune soever my Going shall encounter, cannot be good Fortune; What I part withal unseasons any other Goodness. Aldi. Cam. You must needs go; he rather conjures, than :1mportunes. , | Jul. No moving of my Love-Suit to him now! Aldi. Cam, Great Fortunes have grown out of less G Jul. What may her Father think of me, who ex. pets to be sollicited this very Night? Aldi. Cam. Those scatter'd Pieces of Virtue, which are in him, the Court will folder together, varnish, and rectify. | Jul. He will surely think I deal too slightly, or unmannerly, or foolishly, indeed; nay, dishonestly; to bear him in hand with my Father's Consent, who yet hath not been touch'd with so much as a Request to Cam. Well, Sir, have you read it over? Jul. Yes, Sir. „ | | Cam. And consider'd it? Jul. As J can. | Cam. If you are courted by good Fortune, you mul The DISTREST LOVERS. 6 Cam. By any Means, and to morrow: Is it not there the Limit of his Request? | | Jul. It is, Sir. 8 | Cam. I mutt bethink me of some Necessaries, withour which you might be unfurnish'd : And my Supplies shall at all Convenience follow You. Come to my Closer by and by; I would there speak with You. [ Exit Camillo, Manet Julio solus. Jul. I do not see that Fervour in the Maid, Which Vouth and Love should kindle. She consents, As *rwere to feed without an Appetite; Tells me, She is content; and plays the Coy one, Like Those that subtly make their Words their Ward, Keeping Address at Distance. This Affection Is such a feign'd One, as will break untouch'd; Dye frosty, e'er it can be thaw'd; while mine, Like to a Clime beneath Hyperion's Eye, Burns with one constant Heat. I'll strait go to her; Pray her to regard my Honour: but She greets me.— Enter Leonora, and Maid. dee, how her Beauty doth inrich the Place! O, add the Musick of thy charming Tongue, Sweet as the Lark that wakens up the Morn, And make me think it Paradise indeed. was about to seek thee, Leonora, und chide thy Coldness, Love. Leon, — — What says your Father? Jul. T have not mov'd him yet. Leon. Then do not, Julio. Jul. Not move him? Was it not your own Command, hat his Consent should ratify our Loves? 0. Aw. it was: but now. I've chang'd my Lou purchase at too dear a Rate, that puts You Lo wooe me and your Father too: Besides, | He, perchance, may say, you shall not have me; Ti — Is gs CES LY mw — - pony — N 2 hy . . te "EP bo r — —_ = — 4 — 25 22 : — —— e ö FW < * MALL wk 3 * | pro een” 2 p err nn Rn o — oe - — — > — _ — — — — — Do. — © Ale 15 * os rp 42 + — — * AE Rs e 4 01 mu % Lt OY * 2 — — -— = — — —— ==. hrs wee guar: «I = — — oy RR. TS : - „ * 4 me * * if wy 223 — * + —— N q D r nm IRA LO cnt EN Sad = — r ix) * - = SY — a „ 4 EF a »* $-* -.* Tai 1D eee I Fay, 3 - r 1 an HE Rr x AS „ Don Farso0D; n, You, who are so obedient, must discharge me Out of your Fancy Then, you know, *twill prove My Shame and Sorrow, meeting such Repulse, To wear the Willow in my Prime of Youth. Jul. Oh! do not rack me with thele ill-placed \ Doubts; 3 5 Nor think; tho' Age has in my Father's Breast Put out Love's Flame, he therefore has not Eyes, LETS 1 AY; CORES SY —— * . ᷣͤ I EIN — Or is in Judgment blind. You wrong your Beauties Venus will frown if you difprize her Gifts, N That have a Face would make a frozen Hermit \ Leap from his Cell, and barn his Beads to Kiss it; F Eyes, that are nothing but continaal Births __ v Of new Desires in Those that view their Beams. N You cannot have a Cause ro doubt. ( 1 Leon. — Why, Julio? R When you that dare not chufe without your Father, 8 N And, where you love, you dare not vouch it; must nor, N T Though you have Eyes, see wirh 'em; — can I, chink WM I I, Somewhat, perhaps, infected with your Suit, F 1 Sit down content to say, You would, but dare not? 4 Jul. Urge not Suspicions of what cannot be; r Lou deal unkindly ; mis-becomingly, | I'm loth to say: For All that waits on you, Is graced, and graces. No Impediment Shall bar my W ithes, but such grave Delays gt. 1 As Reason presses Patience witch; which blunt not, 7. i| Bur rather whet our Loves. Be patient, Sweet. O! # Leon Patient! What else? My Flames are in the Fim L. iN Haply, to lose a Husband I may weepz _ | 80 {i ever, to get One: When I cry for Bondage, St # INS Gene... oo. off w 5 Jul. — From what a Spirit comes This N [i T now ;perceive. too plain, you cate not for me. W > Duke, I obey thy Summons, be its Tenour _ M. | 1 | Whate'er it will: If War, I.come thy Souldicr: | MW Th ll Or if to waste my filken Hours at Court, * The Slave of Fashion, I with willing Soul Embrace the lazy Banishment for Life; Since Leonora has pronounc'd my Doom. | Leon. What do you mean? Why talk you of the Dake? Wherefore of War, or Court, or Banishment? Jul. How this new Note is grown of me, I know But the Duke writes for Me. Coming ro move My Father in our Bus'ness, I did find him Reading this Letter; whose Contents require My instant Service, and Repair to Court. Leon. Now I perceive the Birth of these Delays; Why Leonora was not worth your Suit. Repair to Court? Ay, there'you-shali, perhaps, (Rather, past Doubt ;) behold some choicer Beauty, Rich in her Charms, train'd to the Arts of Soothing, Shall prompt you to a Spirit of Hardiness, To say, So please you, Father, I have chosen This Mistress for my own. ch Jul. — - Still you mistake me: Ever your Servant I profess my self; And will not blot me with a Change, for all That Sea and Land inherit. Leon. But when go you? Jul. kt, morrow, Love; so runs the Duke's Command z | ; Stinting our Farewell-kisses, cutting off The Forms of Parting, and the Interchange Of thousand precious Vows, with Haste too rude. Lovers have Things of Moment to debate, More than a Prince, or dreaming Statesman, know: ouch Ceremonies wait on Cupid's Throne. Why heav'd that Sigh ? | , Leon. O Julio, let me whisper What, but for Parting, I should blush to tell thee: My Heart beats thick with Fears, lest the gay Scene, The Splendors of a Court, should from thy Breast | a 1 Banish 8 * q ** F — 4 of AS . l * rr r ar — — _ — — rn r o te n . 11 WEIL . r 1 ——- — == > w_— Ow —— — - A bo - l 8 . — — IT. n — CORY of — * » E e rape * 4 — : -” TE "I uf — RING % Bk te. 2 Bas Boos, 1x7: Bm + TEE * J 'F Ji Way PT ea nn — — nc, 4 Py 88 1 4 nl, * * 0 — IR a — n 3 8 earner Uma ers 8 Sr. rr 2 ey” WF. — — A „ n 2 (ar aote gown —— — — K — PP BEE DovBLrE FALSHOOD; or, Banish my Image, kill my Int'rest in thee, And TI be left, the Scoff of Maids, to drop A Widow's Tear for thy departed Faith. _ Ful. O let Assurance, strong as Words can bind, Tell thy pleas'd Soul, I will be wond'rous faithful; True, as the Sun is to his Race of Light, As Shade to Darkness, as Desire to Beauty: And when I swerve, ler Wretchedness o'ertake me, Great as cer Falshood met, or Change can merit. Leon. Enough; I'm satisfied: and will remain Yours, with a firm and untir'd Constancy. Make not your Absence long: Old Men are wav'ring; And sway'd by Int'rest more than Promise giv'n. Should tome fresh Offer start, when you're away, I may be prest to Something, which must put My Faith, or my Obedience, to the Rack. Jul. Fear not, but I with swiftest Wing of Time Will labour my Return. And in my Ablence, My noble Friend, and now our honour'd Guest, The Lord Henriquez, will in my behalf | Hang at your Father's Ear, and with kind Hints, Pour'd from a friendly Tongue, secure my Claim; And play the Lover for thy absent Julio. Leon. Is there no Instance of a Friend turn'd salle? Take Heed of That : No Love by Proxy, Julio. My Father — _ : OR Enters Don Bernard. D. Bern. What, Julio, in publick? This Wooeing is too urgent. Is your Father yet moved in the Suit, who must be the prime Unfolder of this Business? Jul. J have not yet, indeed, at full possess'd My Father, whom it is my Service follows; But only that I have a Wife in Chase. D. Bern. Chase! Let Chase alone: No Matter for That. You may halt after her, whom you profess to pursue, and catch her too; Marry, 10 FS. | unk The Dis TREsT LOVERS 59 unless your Father let you flip. —— Briefly, I desire you, (for she tells me, my Instructions shall be both Eyes and Feet to her;) no farther to insist in your Requiring, rill, as I have formerly said, Camillo make known to Me, that his good Liking goes along with Us; which but once breath'd, all is done; 'till when, the Business has no Life, and cannot find a Beginning. a 2 Sir, I will know his Mind, e'er I taste Sleep: At Morn, you shall be learn'd in his Desire. | I take my Leave.- O virtuous Leonora, Repose, sweet as thy Beauties, seal thy Eyes; Once more, adieu. I have thy Promise, Love; | Remember, and be faithful. | [ Ex. Julio. D. Bern. His Father is as unsettled, as he is wayward, in his Disposition. If I thought young Julio's Tcmper were not mended by the Mettal of his Mother, I should be something crazy in giving my Consent to this Match: And, to tell you true, if my Eyes might be the Directors to your Mind, I could in this Town look upon Twenty Men of more delicate Choice. I speak not This altogether to unbend your àAffections to him: But the Meaning of what I say is, that you fer such Price upon yourself to him, as Many, and much his Betters, would buy you at; (and reckon those. Virtues in you at the rate of their Scarcity;) to which if he come not up, you remain for a berter Marr. Leon. My Obedience, Sir, is chain'd to your Ad- Vice. D. Bern. Tis well said, and wisely. I fear, your Lover is a little Folly-tainted z which, shortly after it proves so, you will repent. | Leon. Sir, J confess, I approve him of all the Men I know ; but that Approbation is nothing, till season'd by your Consent. © | D. Bern. We' shall hear soon what his Father will do, and so proceed accordingly. I have no great Heart to the Business, neither will I with any Violence g, pose xe it: Bur leave it to that Power which rules in these Conjunctions, and these” s an End. * haste We 1 ee Girl. CEveamt, 8 C EN E II. Enter Henriques, and Servants with Lights. 7” "Wy Bear the Lights close : W here is the Musick, . Sirs ? ; Serv. Coming, my Lord. _ Henr. Let = not come too near. This Maid, For whom my 151 ride on the Night's chill Vabou, Is born 6g font! , tho' she be as fair As Nature's richest Mould and Skill can make her, Mended with strong {magination. But what of That? Th' Obscureness of her Birth Cannot eclipse the Lustre of her Eyes, Which make her all One iel. Masters; But touch the Strings with a — Softness; Teach Sound to languish thro' the Night's dull Ear, Till Melancholy start from her lazy Couch, And Carclessneis grow Convert to Attention. LMusicl plays, She drives me into Wonder, when I somerimes Strike up, my Hear her discourse; The Courr, whereof Report, And Guess alone inform her, she will rave at, As if she there sev'n Reigns had slinder'd Time. Then, when she reasons on her Country State, Health, Virtue, Plainness, and Simplicity, On ie true in Title, scorning Art, Freedom as well to do, as think, what's good; My Heart grows sick of Birth and empty ak And become a Villager in Wish. Op on; —.— She ilceps too sound : oe still and vanish ; tom" EY = 7 <2 1 LT 84 ESL 8 Rails e The DfSTAEE T LOVER'S. By A Gleam of Day breaks sudden from her Window: O Taper, graced by thar midnight Hand! Volante appears above at her Window: - Viol. Who is't, that wooes at this late Hour? What are you? | Bi Henr. One, who for your dear Saxe Viol. Warches the starless Night! My Lord Henuriquex, or my Ear deceives me. You've had my Answer, and 'tis more than strange You'll combar these Repulfes. Good my Lord, Be Friend to your own Health; and give me Leave, Securing my poor Fame, nothing to piry 25 What Pangs you swear you suffer. Tis impossible To plant your choice Affections in my Shade, | At least, for them ro grow there. Benr. - =—— Why, YVidlame? Viol. Alas! Sir, there ate Reasons numbertess © To bar your Aims. Be warn'd to Hours more wholesom; For, These you watch in vain. I have read Stories, (I fear, too true ones;) how young Lords, like you, Have thus besung mean Windows, rhymed their Sus ferings | | 1 - « 5 on III DIO CIC CEC — 1 * An 4 ra * 60 — a * e n = IU IS SARS OT HR ATA 7 — — — —4ä enna— 2 * hat fr pr ne C3 ITO. ARR. COON w sn CRC — —— yp: Sr et > foes — P * 2 Pc — PP ˙ ey Og A Ev'n to th*Abuse of Things Divine, fer up Plain Girls, like me, the Idols of their Worship, Then left them so bewail their easie Faith, And stand the World's Comempt. Henr. — -———— Your Memory, Too faithful to the Wrongs of few lost Maids, Makes Fear too general. 5 Viol. Let us be homely, And let us too be chast, doing you Lords no Wrong; But crediting your Oaths with such a Spirit, | As you profels them: so no Party trusted Shall make a losing Bargain. Home, my Lord, What you can say, is most unseasonable; what sing, a Most absonant and harsh : Nay, your Perfume, | 1 Which I smell hither, cheers not my Sense | Like our Field-violet's Breath, N Or by Of singular Henr. — DovBLz FAL$SHOOD; or, Does more invite my Staying. ———— Why, this Dismission Men of your Temper Make ev'ry Thivg their Bramble. Bur 1 wrong That which I am preserving, my Maid's Name, To hold so long Discourse. Your Virtues guide you T'effect some nobler Purpose ! [Ex. Violante. Hur. Stay, bright Maid! 1 5 then? The Digni And laugh'd at by the Wise, as meer Out side. Come back, and leave me with a fairer Hope. | She's gone: Who am IJ, that am thus contemn'd? Theisecond Son to a Prince? — Yes; well; What Why, your great Birth forbids you to descend To a low Alliance: Her's is the self-same Stuff, Whereof we Dukes are made; but Clay more pure! And take away my Title, which is acquir'd Not by my self, but thrown by Fortune on Me, the Merit of some Ancestour Quality, She doth inherit Deserts routweigh me, — I must stoop to gain her; Throw all my gay Comparisons aside, And turn my proud Additions out of Service, Rather than keep them to become my Masters. ties we wear, are Gifts of Pride [E xil. h a. a I en boo . End of the First All ACT H. scENE I. SCENE, The Prospect of a Village. Enter Fabian and Lopez; Henriquez on the Opposite Side. Lop. 88 soft you, Neighbour; who comes here? Pray you, flink aside. Henr. Ha! Is it come to this? Oh the Devil, the Devil, the Devil! = 1 Fab. Lo you now! for Want of the discreet Ladle of a cool Baer danding, will this Fellow's Brains boil over. | Henr. To have enjoy'd her, I would have given — What? All that at present I could boast my own, And the Reversion of the World to boot, Had the Inheritance been mine: — And now, (Just Doom of guilty Joys !) I grieve as much Thar I have rifled all the Stores of Beauty, Those Charms of Innocence and artless Love, As just before I was devour'd with Sorrow, That she refus'd my Vows, and shut the Door Upon my ardent Longings. FD Lop. Love! Love! Downright Love! I see by the Foolishness of it. Henr. Now then to Recollection —— Was't not so? A Promise first of Marriage Not a Promise only, for *rwas bound with Surety of a thousand Oaths z — and those not lighr ones neither. — Yet I remember too, those Oaths could not prevail; th' unprafis'd Maid trembled to meet my Love: By Force alone I | . 9 {narch'd = 14 Dovre FalsH00D; , snarch'd th imperfect Joy, which now torments my lemory. Not Love, but brutal Violence prevai'd; to which the Time, and Place, and Opportunity, were Acceffaries most dfhonourable. Shame, Shame Pag, Y hat a Heap of Stuff's this — I fancy, this Fellow's Head would make a good Pedlar's Pack, Neighbour. e Sos | Hear. Hold, let me be severe to my Self, but not unjust. Was it a Rape then? No. Her Shricks, ber Exclamations then had drove me from her. True, she did not consent; as true, she did resist; but still in Silence all. —— 1 Was but the Coyness of a Mo- | deft Bride, not the Resentment of a ravisht Maid. Aud is the Man yet born, who would not risque- the Guilt, to meet the Joy? The Guilt! that's true but then the Dangers the Tears, the Clamours of the ruin'd Maid, pursuing me ro Court. That, that, 6 T fear will (as it already does my Conscience) some- 1 thing shatter my Honour. What's to be done? But now I have no Choice. Fair Leonora reigns. confest the Y Tyrant Queen of my revolted Heart, and /zolewt seems a short Usurper there. Julio's already by my Arts remov'd. —— O Friendship, how wilt thou abswer That? Ob, chat a Man could reason down this Feaver of the Blood, or sooth with Words the Tomult in his Heart! Then, Julio, 1 might be, indeed, thy Friend. They, they only should condemn me, who born devoid of Passion ne'cr have prov'd the fietet Bi I « Disputes *twixt Virtue and Desire. While they, vo Di ere Bu The loose Escapes of youthful Nature known. ( Maust wink at mine, indulgent to their own. mai "© 5 . F | [Ext Henrigqut. | the Top. This Man is certainly mad, and may be ml | chievous. - Priythee, Neighbour, let's follow bim: } but at some Distance, for fear of TY work, . Fl F . LExeunt, ae Hen, me Drs TREST LOVERS. 15 a» E N E I, An Apartment. © Enters Violante alone. : Viol. Whom shall I look upon without a'Blush? There's not a Maid, whose Eye with Virgin Gaze Pierces not to my Guilt. What will't avail me, To say 4 was not willing Nothing; but that I publish my Dishonour, And wound my Fame anew. — O Misery, To seem to all one's Neighbours rich, yet know One's Self necessitous and wretched. Enter Maid, and afterwards Gerald with a Letter. Maid. Madam, here's Gerald, Lord Henrigueꝝ Servant; He brings a Letter to you. Viol. A Letter to me! How I tremble now! Your Lord's for Court, good Gerald, is he not? Ger. Not so, Lady. | 3 Viol. O my presaging Heart! When goes he then? Ger. His Business now steers him some other Course. Viol. Whither, I pray you? — How my Fears torment me · ( | [ Ger. Some two Months Progress. Viol. —— —— W hither, whither, Sir, I do beseech you? Good Heav*ns, I lose all Patience. bDid he deliberate this? or was the Business Bur then conceiv'd, when ir was born? ; Ger, Lady, I know not That; nor is it in the Command I have to wait your Answer. For the perusing the Letter I commend you to your Leisure. „ [ Exit Gerald. Viol. To Hearts like mine Suspence is Misery. Wax, render up thy Trust: Be the Contents tolp'rous, or fatal, they are all my Due. Reads. ] 1 DoyBLE FALSHO OD; of, Reads.] Our Prudence should now teach us to forgy what our Indiscretion has. committed. 7 bade alrtady made ons Step towards this Wisdom, by prevailing on Myself to bid you Farewell. O, Wretched and betray d! Lost. Volante? Heatr-wounded with a thousand perjur'd Vows, Poison'd with studied Language, and bequeath'd To Desperation. I am now become 5 The Tomb of my own Honour: a dark Mansion, For Death alone to dwell in. I invite thee, Consuming Desolation, to this Temple, Now fit to be thy Spoil: the ruin'd F abrick, Which cannot be repair'd, at once o' er- throw. What must I do? Thought: 115 I will commend to Hazard all the Tine That I shall spend hereafter: Farewel, my Father, Whom T'il no more offend: and Men, adieu, W hom I'll no more believe: and Maids, adieu, Whom I'll no longer shame. The Way I go, As yet I know not. — Sorrow be my Guide. SCENE Ill. Prosped? of a Village, befir Don Bernard's House, Enters Henriquez. © Henr. Where were the Eyes, the Voice, the vr „ _--rious Charms, 3 . Each beauteous Particle, each nameless Grace, Parents of glowing Love? All These in Her, It seems, were not: but a Disease in Me, That fancied Graces in her. Who ne'er beheld More than a Hawthorne, shall have Cause to say The Cedar's a tall Tree; and scorn the Shade, But That's not worth my Exit Violante, To Volante first, and now ro Julio, : gry Bur cold as Dews that dwell on Morning Flow'rs! The Dres Nor- Leyps 8.5 | 17 / The 1ov'd Ba o1ce'bad laat him: "Soft! mine Honour Begins to sicken in this black Reflection, How can it be, that with my Honour safe I should pursue Leonor for my Wife? That were accumulating Injuries, To her a perjur'd Wretch, to him peridious;z _ And to myself in strongest Terms ul Of murth'ring Honour wilfally, without which. My Dog's the Creature of the nobler Kind, —— - But Pleasure is too strong for Reason's Curb; And Conscience sinks 0 er- power d with Beauty; s Sweets. Come, Leonora, Alxbrecz of my Crime, Appear, and vindicate thy Empire here; Aid me to drive this ling ring Honour henee, Aud Tam wholly rhine. | Enter 10 bim, Don Bernard aud Leonora. D. Bern. Boe: my good Lord; z why would you wait without? If you suspect your Welcome, 1 have brought My Leonora to assure you of it. ¶ Henr.salutes Leon. Henr. O Kiss, sweet as the Odours of the Spring, Say, Leonora, has your Father conquer d? Shall Duty then ar last obtain the N | Which you refus'd to Love? And shall Heriguez Owe all his Happiness to good Bernardo: Ah! no; I read my Ruin in your Eyes: That Sorrow, louder than a thousand Tongues, Pronounces my Despair. ern. Come, | WR You are not now to learn, this noble Lord, (Whom but to name, restores my failing Age,) Has with a: Lover' s Eye ad your Beauty; ua 1 28 1 dd * — — ” EY „ eee — RE be N D — — "7 my HRS Us - ' 70 VS „ LIED ern, . Pra) 4 NF) 1 — 4 5 n Wy EA LES S e „ F 2 1 8 x N ws ' LEP" na CY mu 7 Nee e =D! FRET 7 ET 7 on m_ 4 9 8 oe >= SY re 8 I e | n * 9 P 7 = 1x F , =. N 11 1 7 Lo * 1 1 4 4 « xp nd Ss Z STS 1% [1 N n ie Thro' which his Heart speaks: more than Language Of this high Honour: Once there was a Time, back again. Thou, like a simple Wench, hast giventhy Time enough to marry, when I'm turn'd out of it. It offers Joy and Happiness to You, And Honour to our House. Imagine then The Birth and Qualities of him that loves you; Which when you know, you cannot rate too dear. Leon. My Father, on my Knees I do beseech you To pause one Moment on your Daughter's Ruin. I vow, my Heart ev'n bleeds, that I must thank you For your past Tenderness; and yer distrust That which is yet behind. Consider, Sir, Whoe'er's th' Occasion of another's Fault, Cannot himself be innocent. O, give not The censuring World Occasion to reproach Your harsh Commands; or to my Charge lay That Which most J fear, the Fault of Disobedience. D. Bern. Pr'ythee, fear neither the One, nor the O-. ther: I rell thee, Girl, there's more Fear than Danger. For my own part, as soon as Thou art married to this noble Lord, my Fears will be over. Leon. Sir, I should be the vainest of my Sex, Not to esteem myself unworthy far When to have heard my Lord Henrique Vows, Might have subdued my unexperienc'd Heart, And made me wholly. his. — But That's now past: And my firm-plighted Faith by your Consent - | Was long since given to the injur'd Julio. D. Bern. Why then, by my. Consent e'en take it Affections to a Fellow, that does not care a Farthing for them. One, that has left thee for a Jaunt to Court; as who should say, I'll get a Place now; ti Henr. So, surely, it should seem, most lovely Maid; Tae; alas, feels nothing of my Passion: { is Loye is but th* Amusement of an Hour, A short Relief from Business, or Ambition, The DisTREsT LOVERS. 19 The Sport of Youth, and Fashion of the ge. O! had he known the Hopes, the Doubts, the Ardours, FE Or half the fond Varieties of Passion, That play the Tyrant with my tortur'd Soul; He had not left Thee to pursue his Fortune: To practise Cringes in a slavisn Circle, And barter real Bliss for unsure Honour. Leon. Oh, the opposing Wind, lf Should'ring the Tide, makes here a fearful Billow : I needs must perish in it—— Oh, my Lord, Is it then possible, you can forget | : What's due to your great Name, and princely Birth, To Friendship's holy Law, to Faith repos'd, | To Truth, to Honour, and poor injur'd Julio? O think, my Lord, how much this Julio loves you; Recall his Services, his well-try'd Faith; Think too, this very Hour, where-e'er he be, Your Favour is the Envy of the Court, And secret Triumph of his grateful Heart. Poor Julio, how securely thou depend'st Upon the Faith and Honour of thy Master Mistaken Youth ! this very Hour he robs thee Of all thy Heart holds dear.— Tis so Heuriqueꝝ Repays the Merits of unhappy Julio. [ HYPeeps. Henr. My flumb'ring Honour catches the Alarm. I was to blame to parley with her thus: 3 Sh'as shown me to myself. It troubles me. [ 4/de.\ D. Bern. Mad; Mad. Stark mad, by this Light. Leon. I but begin to be so. — I conjure you, By all the tender Interests of Nature, By the chaste Love 'twixt you, and my dear Mother, (0 boly Heav'n, that she were living now!) orgive and pity me.— Oh, Sir, remember, | I've heard my Mother say a thousand Times, Her Father would have forced her Virgin Choice; But when the Conflict was *twixt Love and Duty, Which should be first * my Mother om. 4 i * a — 5 & — : C 4 — — , — _ In e pn N oY 1 C 5 0 4 — n W . r . A — , 11 — 2 8 — Y 24 toi as 7 2 : 7 WE — bn *. 4 a I ES a ——— < - - ** T — 1 hit —— — alone — * po 3 —— — — — — 2 = o tae - — 0 —ͤ— — - - — — — PR 7 — - ” — an —— ALE c — — - & „ — EI - = —— B , 4 * * . : > — = 7 - 8 — — — — N - a — — — Ae — > RY 4 . Lak 55 e r 7 05 l 2 — — — — — 2 — — 4 — A — — — ts — — GE Ms I G — — 2 . 2 8 = . —_ 4 _ 9 8 —— PRES. 9 2 1 oy - 2 8 wh 4 bÞ 7 2 2.— rr IC — — = as — * * * — — — on * LO Ie Lows.” Way £2. 2 —— ones — P ——— — ——— — —— —— ls. —. — — mY 20 DovuBLz FALSHO0D;- 0, Paid up her Vows to. Love, and married You. - You, thought this well, and he was praised for This, For this her Name was honour'd, Disobedience Was ne'er imputed to her, ber firm Love Conquer'd whate er oppos d it, and snhe prosper d Long Time your Wife. My Case is now the same; You are the Father, which You then condemn'd; IJ, what my Mother was; bur not so happy— D. Bern. Go to, you're à Fool. No doubt, You have old Stories enough to undo you. — What, you can't throw yourself away but by Precedent, ha !— You will needs be married to One, that will None of You?. You will be happy no Body's way but your own, forsooth. Bur, d'ye mark me, spare your Tongue for the future; (and That's using you hardly too,. to bid you spare what you have a great deal too much of:) Go, go your ways, and d'ye. hear, get ready within these Two days to be married to a Hub band you don't deserve; — Do it, or, by my dead Father's Soul, you are no Acquaintance of mine. Henr. She weeps: Be gentler to her, good Bernard. Leon. Then Woe the Day. — I'm circled round No Way for my Escape, but thro' the Flames. Oh, can I c'er resolve ro live without A Father's Blessing, or abandon Julio? With other Maids, the Choice were not so hard; Int'rest, chat rules the World, has made at last A Merchandize of Hearts: and Virgins now Chase as they're bid, and wed without Esteem. By nobler Springs. thall my Affections move Nor own a Master, but the Man I love. D. Bern. Go thy ways, Contradi&ion. — Follov her, my Lord; follow her, in the very Heat. Thi Obstinacy must be combated by Importunity as obsli nate. [Exit Henriquez after Th The Dos TREST LOVERS. ar The Girl ays right; her Mother was just such A- nother. I remember, Two of Us courted her at the same Time. She odd neither of Us, but She chose me purely to spight that surly Old Blockhead my Father- in- Law. Who comes here, Camillo? Now the refusing Part will 1 lie on my Side. Enters Cami! lo. bb My vonly Neighbour, I am much in Fortunes Fayour to find You thus alone. I have a Suit to Lou. ; H. Bern. Please to name it, Sir. Cam. Sir, I have long held You in fi ogular Esteem; - and what 1 shall now say, will be a Proof of it. 1 Tuo, Sir, I have but one 8on. 1 D. Bern. Ay, Sir. 4 Cam. And the Fortune I am blest wrehill, You bre ty well know what it is. D. Bern. Tis a fair One, Sir. Cam. Such as it is, the whole Reversion is my Son's; He is now engaged in his Attendance on our Master, the Duke, But e'er he went, he left with me the Secret of his Heart, his Love for your fair Daughter. For your Consent, he said, t was ready: I took a Night, indeed, to think upon it, and now have brought you mine; and am come to bind the Contract 7 SS CTY _ ww Tu T' © Se vr @©® 3 — . — _— — * n a — n 4 % 4 0 w@ > — HOES x” ie ri PT nt oe ** << 4 — 1 — vo — = — INE Ss — — — nn Vang a, 22 Doug ILE FALSsHOOD; of, Cam. What, am I mock' Bernard? D. Benn. Not mo d in this Business, Don ck'd, good Camillo, not mock d: Bur in Love - matters, you know, there are Abundance of Changes in half an Hour. Time, Time, Neighbour, plays Tricks with all of us. Cam. Time, -Sir ! Come, 1 fce how this What tell you me of Time? goes. Can a little Time take a Man by the Shoulder, and shake off his Honour? Let me tell you, Neighbour, it must either be a strong y mellow Honesty that drops so cafily, Wind, .or a ver Time, quoth'a? D. Bern. Look'ee, Camillo; wi Indignation in your Pocket for half a Moment, while J tell you the whole Truth of the Matter. My Daughter, you must know, is such a tender Soul, she. cannot possibly see a Duke's younger Son without falling desperately l you please to put your in Love with him, Now, you know, Neighbour, when Greatness rides Post. after a Man of my Years, tis both Prudence, and good Breeding, to ler one's self be overtaken: by it. And who can help all This? I Cam. I profess, it was not my seeking, Neigbprofess, a Fox might earth in the Hollowness of your Heart, Neighbour, and there's. an End. If were to give a bad Conscience its true Likeness, it should be drawn after a very near Neighbour. to a certain poor Nei with a Pox. Cam. Sir, if I must D. Bern. N ay, will hear Nothing. ghbour of yours, 3 Neighbour ! you are so. nimble with me, you speak Nothing, I will hear Nothing, As for what you have to say, if it comes from your Heart, tis a Lye before you speak it. — I'll to Leonora; and if find her in the {ame Story, why, I shall believe your Wite was true to You, and your Daughter i own. Fare you well. [ Exit, as into D.Bernard's 5 your Hole Bern, The DisTREST LOVERS, 23 D. Bern. Ay, but two Words must go to that Bargain. It happens, that I am at present of Opinion my Daughter shall receive no more Company to day at least, no such Visits as yours. Exit D. Bernard, following him SCENE IV. Changes to another Prospett of Don Bernard's House. | Leonora, above. Leon. How tediously I've waited dt the Window, Vet know not One that passes.— Should I trust My Letter to a Stranger, whom I think : To bear an honest Face, (in which sometimes We fancy we are wond'rous skilful;) then | I might be much deceiv'd. This late Example Of base Henriquez, bleeding in me now, __ From each good Aspect takes away my Trust: * For his Face seem'd ro promise Truth and Honour. Since Nature's Gifts in noblest Forms deceive, Be happy You, that want em! — Here comes One; I've seen him, tho' I know him not; He has An honest Face too— that's no Matter, —— Sir. Enters Citizen. Citiz, To me? | Lech. As You were of a virtuous Matron born, (There is no Doubt, you are:) I do conjure you Grant me one Boon: Say, do you know me, Sir? Citix. Ay, Leonora, and your worthy Father. Leon. IJ have not Time to press the Suit I've to you With many Words; nay, I should want the Words, Tho' I had Leisure: but for Love of Justice, And as you pity Miser But I wander Wide from my Subject. Know you Julio, Sir? Citi. 24 Dounus: FALSHPOD; of; Citiz, Yes, very well; and love him too, as well. Leon. Ob, there an * spake! Then 1 Ow 5 Gorey e this paper to bim: — believe me, e You do Heaw'n Service in't, and shall have Cause Not to repent your Pains. I know not what Your Fortune is; Pardon me, gentle Sir, That Jam bold to offer This. | [ Throws down's Purse with Money. D. Bern. within.) Leonora. Teon. I trust to you; Heav'n put it in your Heart To work me some Relief. 3 Citiz. Doubt it not, Lady. You have moy'd me so, That tho' a chousand Dangers barr'd my way, I'd dare em all to serve you. [Exit Citizen, Leon. | from a richer Hand than mine a D. Bern. within.) Why, Daug zhter — Leon. I come: — Oh, Julio, Tet but half my Grief, And Thou walk outfly Time to bring Relief. [Exit RO Re the 722 End of the Ms AF.. S * q : 2 Fs 4 2 1 — Wo — e, Br - * ; IR - A —— 4 Iv} Wi 1 i! IJ N — = — — IC 522 2 - 2 CR U 8 "1 74 77 4 ”- &/ * * 9 \ n YE — * oy a. : 7 * . . «T; > — ö a a / a — Dy N / ＋ 29 7 , — * - FL ty 4 4 2 * 1 Ps — N — . 4 6 4 Po X Thee DISTREST LoveRsa 25 8 EN E, The Profett of a Village. Enter Julio with a Letter, aud Citizen. . Citiz. HEN from the Window she did bow Her Passions shook her Voice; and from her Eyes Mistemper and Distraction, with strange Wildnels WH Belpoke Concern above a common Sorrow. Wt, Jul. Poor Leonora! Treacherous, damn'd Elenriquez / She bids me fill my Memory with her Danger; Ido, my Leonora; yes, I fill! % The Region of my Thought with nothing elle 3 Lower, she tells me here, that this Affair Shall yield a Testimony of her Love: And prays, her Letter may come safe and sudden. This Pray'r the Heav'ns have heard, and I beseech em, To hear all Pray'rs she makes. Ca... x⁊ä· Have Patience, Sir. Jul. O my good Friend, mcthinks, I am too patient. Is there a Treachery, like This in Baseness, Recorded any where? It is the deepest: None bur Itself can be its Parallel? i And from a Friend, profcss'd! ————- Friendship? Why, tis © ic ; 2 A Word for ever maitn'd ; in human Nature It was a Thing the noblest; and mong Beasts, It stood not in mean Place: Things of fierce Nature 1 Hold hl Ft * ——ä——ĩ—ä— . — — anther — — — 26 The DouBLE FALs HOOD; or, Hold Amity and Concordance. — Such a Villany A Writer could not put down in his Scene, Without Taxation of his Auditory For Fiction most enormous. ; 733 Citt2. i —— — These Upbraidings * be Cool Time, while they are vented. Fur — ——— lam counsel'd. For you, evermore, Thanks. You've done much for Us; So gently prets'd ro'r, that I may * me You'll do a little 1 3 Citi. Pur me Employment 1 8 That's honest, tho' not safe, with my 355 Spirits I'll give t Accomplisnment. Jul. No more but This; For I must see Leonora: And to appear Like Julio, as I am, might haply Fol. Some good Event ensuing. Let me crave | Th' Exchange of Habit with you: some Disguise, ay bear Me to my Love, unmark'd, and secret. Citiz. Vou shall not want. Yonder's the House before u:? Make Haste to reach it. | | ul. ill b you, Sir. O Leonora. / stand bur this rude Shock 3 Hold out thy Faith against the dread Assault Of this base Lord, the Service of my Life Shall bo devoted to * thy Constancy. . SCENE I. Don Bernard s House.” Enters Leonora. Leon. I've hoped to th' latest Minute Hope can give: He will nor come: Has not receiv'd my Letter: May be, some other View has from our Home Repeal'd his chang'd Eye: for what Business can Excuse a Tardiness thus willfull ? None. Well rs it is not * Ne that Let ter, EY J say, is not deliver'd; or He's ficks fa bc. A fat De DisTREST LOVERS. 27 Or, O Suggestion, Wherefore wilt Thou fright me? Julio does to Henriquez on meer Purpose. On plotted Purpose, yield me up; and He 7 Hath chose another Mistress. All Presumptions Make pow'rful to this Point: His own Protraction, Henriquez left behind; —— That Strain lack'd Jealousie, | Therefore lack'd Love. —— 80 sure as Life shall empty | Wo It self in Death, this new Surmise of mine Is a bold Certainty. *Tis plain, and obvious, Henriquez would not, durst nor, thus infringe The Law. of Friendship; thus provoke a Man, That bears a Sword, and wears his-Flag of Youth As fresh as He: He durst not: Tis Contrivance, Gross-dawbing *cwixt them Both. But I'm o' erheard, .. 5 | [Going Enters Julio, disguised. Jul. Stay, Leonora; Has this outward Veil Quite lost me to thy Knowledge? IL.eon. rr — O my Julio Thy Presence ends the stern Debate of Doubt, And cures me of a thousand heartsick Fears, Sprung from thy Absence: yet awakes a Train Of other sleeping Terrors. Do you weep? Jul. No, Leonora; when I weep, it must be | The Substance of mine Eye. Would I could weep For then mine Eye would drop upon my Heart, And swage the Fire there. Leon. — — You are full possess'd How things go here. First, welcome heartily z Welcome to th'Ending of my last good Hour: Now Summer Bliss and gawdy Days are gone, My Lease in em 's expir'd. Th Fl,. — Not so, Leonora. Leon. Yes, Julio, yes; an everlasting Storm Is come upon me, which I can't bear our. cannot stay much Talk; we have lost Leisure ; * — 3 ů ů — ů — 4s — —— — a — — — * — — — — ante —_ — —— — — — CE — ——— — en rats . rae. em —— ——— 7 — — — 9 — > — — — — — —_—— » id =_ p — ä A Fn — „ — _—_ e 1 n — . — — — od Fn ͤ—— IT AY = re = 2% The DouBLE. FALSHOOD); or And thus it. is: Your Absence hath giv'n 1 To what my Letter hath declar'd, and is This Instant on eee Hark! the Musick ge with Is now on wining which must celebrate This Bus'ness so discordant. — — — me then, What you will do: ... Jul. I know not what: Advise me: Pl kill rhe raptor. Leon. 0 take Heed: his Death Betters our Cause no whit. No killing, Julio. Jul. My Blood stands still; and all my Faculties Are by Enchantment dull'd. You gracious Pow'rs, The Guardians of sworn Faith, and suff ring Virtue, Inspire Prevention of this dreaded Mischief! This Moment is our own; Let's use it, Love, And fly o'th' Instant from this House of Woe. TANG. Alas! Impossible: My Steps are watch'd ; There's no Escape for Me. You must stay too. Jul. What! tay, and see thee ravyish'd from my Arms? Pl force thy Passage. Wear I not a Sword? _ Nc'er on Man's Thigh rode better. If I suffer The Traytor play his Part; if I not do | Manhood and Justice, Honour; let me 0 ed A tame, pale, Coward, whom the Night-Owl's Hoot | May turn to Aspen-leat : Some Man take This, Give Me a Diftaff for it. | Leon. Patience, Jule; And trust to Me: I have fore thought the Means To disappoint these N suptials.—— Hark: again; T Marek within, These are the Bells knoll for Us.- See, the Lights Move this Way, Julio. ks behind yon Arras, | And take thy secret Stand. - Dispure it not; J have my Reasons, you anon shall know them: — There you may mark the Passages of the Night. Yet, more: — I charge you by the dearest Tyes, What-c'er you see, or bear, 1 er shall hap, ES IT 0» 7 WILT n AT) I Jy * . 3 1 pl Ls 4 - yz * . i o D LE i _ - 4 ODS e n /): r N 18 1 N R . | [ q,> i The DIS$TREST; LOVERS. 2g In your. Concealment rest a silent Statue. | Nay, hide thee strait, — or, — see, I'm- arm'd, and vor [aveva Dagger. To fall a bleeding Sacrifice before Thee. | ne [QThrusts him out, to the Arras. dare not tell thee of my Purpose, Julio, Lest it should wrap thee in such Agonies, Which my Love could not look on. SCENE opens to a large Hall: An Altar prepared with Taper. Enter at one Door Servants with Lights, Henriquez, Don Bernard, and Churchman. At another, Attendants to Leonora. Henriquez runs to her, Hienr. Why, Leonora, wilt Thou with this Gloom Darken my Triumph; suff ring Discontent, And wan Displeasure, to subdue that Cheek Where Love should sit inthron'd? Behold your Slave; Nay, frown not; for each Hour of growing Time Shall task me ro thy Service, till by Merit Of dearest Love I blot the.low-born Julio From thy fair Mind. _ „ Leon. —————S0 I shall make it foul; This Younfel is corrupßt. 5 Henr. —— Come, you will change. Leon. Why would you make a Wife of such a One, That is so apt to change? This foul Proceeding Still speaks against itself, and vilifies | The Whey of your Judgment. —— For your ake | | [ will not dart my hoarded Curses. at you, Nor give my Meanings Language: For the Love Of all good Things together, yet take heed, And spurn the Tempter back. Birth's D. Bern. think,. you're mad. Peryerse, and fool h, Wretch! Leon, [SY 0 * e * pay — — 4 ö 94 {© 2 * 1 * 1 / n Y — Fa — n — ai — — K — .. une \ 1 1 5 Ld - 2 ) $7 £ L o s map td ' 4 . 4. 5 1 of 1281 . n ' NaCl >; Ss UT 1 r TY LET 2 "a 12 0 \ 4 8 Ll LLATY $5} _— . £3 F= 53 = = I Ty 2 Ln! 7 1 1 1 4, 1 SAVE 11 n T8 * 4 * 57 1 2 == Is . Tf TR 7 1 i - 8 '#- Sham, | Sr FP ii n Te C y [1 = i - 4 ll WV Le þ o 73 To Ys . WT DER i Fl n B | * 30 Des üb 6b; „ Leon. How may I be obedient, and wise too? Of my Obedience, Sir, I cannot strip me; Nor can I then be wise: Grace against Grace! Ungracious, if I not obey a Father; Mott perjur'd, if I do. Vet, Lord, consider, Or e''er too late, or c'er that Knot be ty'd, | Which may with Violence damnable be broken, No other way dissever'd: Yer consider, You wed my Body, not my Heart, my Lord; No Part of my Affection. Sounds ir well, That Julio's er is Lord Henriquez' Wife; 5 Have you an Ear for this harsh Sound? _ Henr. No Shot of Reason can come near the Place W here my Love's fortified. 'The Day shall come, Wherein you'll chide this Ba dne, and bless Our Fervour in this Course. „ No; no, Henriquez, When you hall find what Prophet you are proy'd, You'll prophesie no more. D. Bern. Have done this Talking, | If you will cleave to your Obedience, dot; If not, unbolt the Portal, and be gone; 141 My Blessing stay b behind has | TLeon. —— —— Sir, your müden: J will not santa a Hair" $ Breadth from my Duty; It shall first cost me dear. | D. Bern. —— — Well then, to th' Point: Give me your Hand. My honour'd Lord, f- ceive My Daughter of Me, —— (nay, no dragging back, Bur with my Curses) whom I frankly give you, And wish you Joy and Honour. [ 2s Don Bernard goes to give Leonora 70 Henrique, Julio advances from the send 6 and steps between. be Th Jul. _ "Hold, Don Bernard, Mine i is the elder Claim | D. Ben.. What a are you, Sir? Jul. A Wretch, that's almost lost to his on Knowledge, ä Struck thro? with Injuries _—— 1 Henr. — — Ha! Julio? — Hear you, Were you not sent on our Commands to Court? Order'd to wait your fair Dismission thence? And have you dared, knowing you are our Vassal, To steal away unpriviledg'd, and leave My Business and your Duty unaccomplish'd? Jul. Ungen'rous Lord! The Circumstance of Things Should stop the Tongue of Question. You have wrong'd me | SES I Wrong'd me so basely, in so dear a Point, . As stains the Cheek of Honour with a Blush; — Cancells the Bonds of Service; bids Allegiance - Throw to the Wind all high Respects of Birth, Title, and Eminence; and, in their Stead, Fills up the panting Heart with just Defiance. If you have Sense of Shame, or Justice, Lord, Forego this bad Intent; or with your Sword Answer me like a Man, and I shall thank you: Julio once dead, Leonora may be thine, But, living, She's a Prize too rich to part with. - Henr. Vain Man! the present Hour is fraught with Business Of richer Moment. Love shall first be serv'd: Then, if your Courage hold- to claim it of me, may have Leisure to chastise this Boldness. Jul. Nay, then I'll seize my Right. Heur. a W hat, here, a Brawl ? My Servants, -— Turn this boist'rous Sworder forth; And see he come not to disturb our Joys. 3 Jul. Hold, Dogs! Henriquez ! Julio is seiz'd, and drag'd out by the Servants. Henr. She dies upon Me; help! Leonora swoonsz as they endeavoar to recover her, a Paper drops from ber. D. Bern. The DTS TREST LOVI XSL 31 I — — — - coo — — —— ens ts Bt — 2 SY 3 Doveii Faianood; w, 5 D. Bern... Tihhong net about hers — 2 — dc we * - — — —ůͤ — ͤ © ny ca 5 do be * — 9 2 EDEN l ml "i = — < — 8 14 T = nd i — 15 5 — — ty - * 8 r —.— * 1 5 Me. — — WS a — * 2 Ne TS — ef A 0 F - mn— at, JO IRR A — = 22 — —— v z — — — — r* - — . — 2 Ot = RR... . ” — = Sa \ a — on _ — — — Md 5. — 4 Us — a. > 4 2 — 1 n N . 2 rr Fr 00s .eiwky I 8 —— — 4 om. Ae te SIONS o N by = NT — n — — * * — — 2 — — — 7 — . 1 IF . g a — nw * — ho r 928 — . — - 7 , 8 7 cb hos: 8 5 N 8 —— — * att . 1 * Ry. 2 — Fe ER, 7 n — 2 "er 5 — Pp I 2 ye — EIN Co” > edn * = - . 7 — ons a . E . — — 3 —— : 1 * rer . R — * — a s ** — . N 1 1 e guy 2 — h — * 0 = — — q - — od 8 * £ «. "AE But give her Air. Henr.— What Paper's That? lers see it. 17 is her o Hand- Writing. Bow her Head: D. Bern. FTis but her F rights she will recover soon. What learn you by that Paper, good my Lord? Henr. That she would do the —— to herself, Which Nature hath anticipated on her. FIRE Dagger means sne? Search her well, I pray you, — ic. D. Bern. Here is the Dagger 0. the stub born Sex, nir Rash ev'n to Madack,! — Henr . . 1 Fa to — Chamber: Life flows in her again. Pray, bear her hence: And tend her, as 7p would the World's best Treasure. | ; [YYomen carry Leonora of. Don Bernard, tha wild Tumult soon will cease, The Cause remov'd; and all return to Calmness. Passions in Women are as short in Working, | As strong in their Effect. Let the Priest wait: Come, go we in; My Soul is all on Fire; And burns impatient: of this forc'd Delay. LE xeunt 3 * 12 Scene hes, Pro spect of 4 V age at 2 Distance. LEE SCENE in. Euters Roderick. Rod. Julio s Dep arture thus in secret from Me, | With the long daun Absence of my Brother, (Who cannot suffer, but my Father feels it;) Have trusted me with strong Suspicions, And Dreams, that. will not set me sleep, nor eat, Nor taste those Recreation Health demands: 1 But, like a Whirlwind, hither have they snarch'd me, Perforce, to be resolv'd. I know my Brother Had Julio's Father for his Host: from him Enquity may befriend me. OI; - Apr Camillo. Old Sir, I'm glad To ve met you thus: What ails the Man! * canllu.— Cam. Ha? Rod. Ist possible, you should forget your Friends? Cam. Friends) W har are Those? Rod. ———— Why, Those that love you, Sir. Cam. You're None of Those, sure, if you be Lord Rod. Ves, I am that Lord Roderick, and I le not, If 1 protest, I love you passing well. Cam. You lov'd my Son too passing well, I take it: One, that believ'd too suddenly his C ourt- Creed. Rod. All is not well. [aft de.] Good old Man, do not rail. Cam. My Lotd, my Lord, you've dealt dishgnourably, '- - Rod. Good Sir, I am so fat from doing Why s Of that base Strain, E understand you not. Cam. Indeed! ——— You know not neither, o“ my Conscience, _ How your most virtuous Brother, noble Henriquez, (You look so like him, Lord, you are the worle for't; Rots upon such Dissemblers 5 utider colour Of buying Pee and I know not what, Bought my poor out of Possession Ev'n of his sbs Faith. Was not this Honour ? And This a constant Friend? Rod... II dare not 9 so. Cam. Now you have robb'd bim of his Love, take all; D Make The Ds T REST LOVERS. 33 Make up your Malice, and dispatch his Life wp. (For I will lie for no Man;) I'm so far Of Sin that way, that fearing * c long Absence Something to start at, bickeS| have EY To that Henriquez, and an honest Man? c dis - 1} ith THIS Nod. None of All This. 34 \DovBLz FATLSsHOO D; e, Rod. If you would hear me, Sir,. Cam. Your brave old Father Would have been torn in Pieces with wild. Hors E'er he had done this Treachery. On my Conscience, Had he bur dreamt you. Fwo durst have committed This base, unmanly Crime, « — Rod. Why, this is Madness, — — | Cam. I've done; I've eas'd wy. Heart; now you may Red. Then as I am a Gentleman, believe me, From being guilty of the least Suspicion Of Julio and my Brother migh 291 know the Truth of you. Ennert Violante behind. Viol. My Servant loiters; sure, he means me wall Camillo, and a Stranger? These may give me Some Comfort from their Talk. I'll step aside: And hear what Fame is stirring. {Violante retire; Rod. - Why this Wond'ring? Cam. Can there be one so near in Blood as you are „ as he was good, I do confels. my Near ness; But, since his Fall from Honour, he's to me As a strange Face I saw but Vesterday, | And as soon lost. Cam. Lask your Fardon, Lord; I was too rash and bold. Rod. — No Harm done, Sir. IT - Cam. Bur is it possible, you should not hear The. Passage twixt Leonora and your . Some other Tongue deliver'd. 1 hope, all shall be well yet. The D1STR E s Loy B 125 s 33 A1. Citizen. Cam. How now? -. chi. I bear you Tidings, Sir, wh I could wish Cam. W hence, I pray you? Citix. From your Son, Sir. Cam. Pr'ythee, where is he? Citia. That's more than I know now, Sir. But This 1 can assure you, he has e The City raging mad; Heav'n comfort him! He _ ro that” eurst Marriage ——— The Ficnds take it Cam. Pr'ythee, be gone, and bid the Bell wol for me: I have had one Foot in the Grave some Time. Nay, go, good Friend; thy News deserve no Thanks. How does: your Lordship? [ Exit Citizen. Nod. That's well said, Old Man: in For tis a crooked World. Farewell, poor Boy — 1 Enters Don Bernard, —_ 1 Fhis comes of forcing Women whand chey It was my own Sinz and I am rewarded. Now | am like an aged Oak, alone, Left for all Tempests, — 1 would cry, but cannot: I'm dry'd to Death almost with these Vexations. Lord! what a heavy Load I have within me! My Heart, — my Heart, my Heart Cam. Has this ill Weather Met with Thee too? D. Bern. — 0 Wench, that I were with thee! Cam. You do not come to mock at me now? — — 7 — — my — 0 > OI * — f — Wi bm I — . ed rn ooga Cot es 30 Des BE FA ESHi0:0 ©; 0, D. Bern. 8 N Cam. Do not dissemble; Thou may'st end a PIR As bad as thou art, to undo thee too: 1 hope to see that Day before I dye yet. D. Born. It needeth not, Camillo; * Kae For I deserve it. Selkcicar to my self. If thou wilt rail, Do it as bitterly as thou canst think of; Draw thy Sword, and arike me; And I will thank thee for't.— Pre lost my Daughter; She's stol'n away ; and whither gone, I know not. Cam. She has a fair OY in being from vou, Sir. T was too poor a Brother: for your Greamels; You must be grafted into noble Stocks, And have your Titles rais'd. My State was av at: And my Alliance scorn'd. I've lost a Son too; Which must not be put up so. You' ve equal Losses; urge no Arber Anger. Heav'n, pleas'd now at your Love, may bring again, And, no Doubt, will, your Children forts : : And One more will I add, my Honour'd Father; Hold; be counfeV d. © en to ; drow. ol Fur co In which Adventure my Foot shall be foremost... Who has a Son to-grieve for too, tho* tainted. Let your joint Sorrow be as Balm to heal These Wounds of adverse Fortune. D. Bern. Come, Camillo, Do not deny your Love, for Charity; Let this noble Lord | ers of Us, whom our own cross Fates Could 'neyer join. What I have been, forget; | I ask it of Make Brot Ou. What I intend to be, believe and nourish : I do confess my Wrongs; Cam. Heav'n make thee Tis done like ive me your Hand. onest; there. o0d Men. Now there rests oO bur that we party” | and TS The DTT REST LOVIRS. Take stv'ral Ways in Quest of our lost Friends: Some of my Train o'er the wild Rocks ihall ** you. mew Oar best Search ended, here we'll meet Violante comes forwark.” Virtue! vet there — a little Spark of Hope That lights me to some Comfort. 28 ctols'd z 1: T The Parties separates and I again” | f May come to see this Man that has betray'd me 3; And wound his Conscience for it: Home again I will not go, whatever Fortune guides me; Dangers as fearful and as pale as Death. No, no, Henriquez; 1 will follow thee Where thete is Day. Time may belted 2 Wonder. Enters Serontt. O, are you come? What News? 4 None, but the worst. Your Father makes mighty Offers yonder by a Cryer, to any One can bring you home again. Viol. Art Thou corrupted ? Serv. No. Viol. Wilt thou be bonestrx Serv. J hope, you do not fear ne. Viol. Indeed, I do not. Fhou haft an honest Face; And such a Face, when it deceives, take heed, Is curst of all Heav'n's Creatures. Serv. PII hang first. #79. Heav'n bless thee from that End! — I've heard A Man Tho' ey'ry Step I went, I trod upon re again, And tell the F ortunes of our separate Travels. drag Vol 1 would, y. your, Brother had but alf your The Match. is Ld =_ LY) 38 DovsLE FALSHoOO0D; of, Say more than This; ey yet e Man oy owed Thoulls nov be. so, 4 boys 1 I 10 'omog Serv. By my Life, N = ; PHiol. 4 nor; I . — ee But x rytheetho! Take Heed, thou dost not fail: I do nor doubt Thee: Vet I have trusted such a serious gage And been abused tog. Serv. If I fail your Trust.— Hiol. I do thee Wrong te hold thy Honesty At Distance thus: Thou shalt know all my Fortunes Get me a Shepheid's Habit. Serv. Well; what else? Viol. And wait me in rhe Evening, whereTtcldvher; There Thou snalt know my f rcher * TER Heed— Serv. D'ye fear me still? Viol. —̃äͤ— — No; This i 15 only Count My Life and Death I have put ly 1 1 Into thy Hand: Let not Rewa = nor Hopes Be cast into the Scale to turn thy Fairb. #4 Re honest but for Virtue's: fake, that's all þ 3-252 1 He, that has such a "FIRE Cannot fall. [ Exeunt The g Thid At. The DIST REST Lovers: 35" — » = - 4 Fo # 1 * * > ; | A. 1 a * ! * wh \ * — (Om *. N 17 p F 2 1 \ . p JW wy 144.5 R © 3 WF) 2 did 1 74> N I of; "Ix ' . NM, N. V WJ ' : * . 4 ' 4 — | AA 9 ; | 75 7 s — 8 g | * 3 4 e A * * at % , jm , = = Fa 1 : Fr g 4 | | * PR * 92 4 ' 5 CEN E, AW ide Plain, with a Prospet? of W668 5 | | yy . 1. Enter Master of the Flocts, 271 four Shepherds, and 1. - | Violante in Boy's Gloaths., þ 1 Shep. ELL, he's as sweet i Man, Heav'n com- 1 VV” forthim! as ever these Eyes look'don. 2 Shep. If he have a Mother, I believe, Neighbours, she's a Woe- woman for him at this Hour. Mast. Why should he haunt these wild unpeopled- Where nothing dwells but Hunger, and sharp Winds? 1 Shep. His Melancholy, Sir, that's the main Devil does it. Go to, I fear he has had too much foul Play offer'd him. | | | Mafi. How gets he Meat? 5 | 2 Shep. Why, now and then he takes our Victuals from us, tho“ we desire him to eat; and instead of a short Grace, beats us well and soundly, and then falls to. Mast. Where lies He? I Shep. Ev'n where the Night o'ertakes him. 2 Shep. Now will be hang'd, an' some fair-snouted skittish Woman, or other, be not at the End of this Madness. „N | I Shep. Well, if he lodg'd within the Sound of us, I knew our Musick would allure him. How attentively he stood, and how he fix'd his Eyes, when your Boy sung his Love · Ditty. Oh, here he comes again, Maß. Let him alone; he wonders strangely at us. + if 1 Hep. f 42, Doble Fals Ho. a; 1 Shep. Not Word, Sirs, to cross him, as you love your Shoulders. 1 Ven, He seems s much diturd's; 1 [ believe the nad Fi it WNpoD him. nu Julio. Jutz Horsempnship!: — Hell— Riding shall be abos Turn the barb'd Steed loose to his native Wildoos, It is a Beast roo noble to be made The Property of Man's Bafenoss.— What a Letter 9 7 he ro's Brother? What a Man was 17 y, Persaut did not khow his Seat like me 5 wo] Si ng that rides swift without the Rein, . Match'd not my Grace and Firmness. —Sdafl this Lord Dye, when Men pray for him? Think, you *tis meet? 1 Shep. I 'den't know. what to say : Neither I, nor all the Confessors in Hain, can unriddle this wild _ Jul. I must to Court! be usher'd. into Spe By a large List of Praises ready penn'd !-_ 3.019} O Devil! What a venomous World is * When Commendations are the Baits to Ruin! All these good Words were Gyves and F etrers, $i, To keep me bolted there: while the false Sender 2 out the Game of Treach'ry.—. Hold; come b. You have an Asp pect, Sir, of wond” rous Wisdom, And, as it bene, are trauell d deep in Knowledge z' Have you e' er seen the Phenix of the arte, Ne The Bird of Paradise? E wil 1 2 She Tha ——n Troth, not . * 4 bave; and known her Hayats, and where te Her. hier Nest: till, like a cnedulaus Fool, I 'shew'd the Treas to a Friend in Trust, And he hath robb'd me of her. Frust no Friend: Keep thy Heart's Counsels close. — Hast tboua Waile Give her not out in Words; nor let thy Pride Be wanton to — her Charms to View; Go towards im, The DIS REST ares Love i; Songagious; azad Breath l of Praise, Or a flight Glance, has kindled-up'irs * 785 And tuxn 'd 4 F riend 8 „ Tis i * Proofs; 101 And it has hurt my Brain. 1 Shep. Marry, now II fs some Mentis by Mad and we may e 1 4 — — 9 Mast. Sees, be 12 cool, and pensivss. oy, but do not mad that way... Vid. Alas! I tremble nm al. — 3 wy: pretty Youth! ' Come hither, Child; Did _ Are 9 A7 of Love? 1 Sbep. -h goes it ther? Now if the Bay be wit th, Fe: Mall trace something: DB . Vill. Ves, Sir, it Was the Subjed: 19111361 Rs Jul. Sit here then: Come, shake not, good prett bel Nor. do nat; fear me; FE not; do thee- INOS: > af bs Pia, Why, do vad Jook 60 on me? ö * . —— — [ haye Reasors. It puzzle e to think That ER Blast, hot Sun, and dashing Kaine: Have made no fiercer War upon thy Youth; Nar hurt the Bloom of ther Vermilion Cheek. KY Lou weep too, do you not? # Liol. Sometimes, Edog p g d ge Jul. Iweep sometimes too. You're extremely Ned Viol. Indeed, I've seen mere Sorrows far thay Years. Jul. Vet all these, have not broken your Complexion.” You bave a strong Heast, and you! are the happier. warrant, you're a very loving Woman. Vidl. A Woman, Sir 2. 1 nary Bas found me out. 2 Shep. He takes the Boy far; A; Wers — Mad, e Jul. Lou ve met some Disappointment; some foutP! Has cross'd your Love. I read 1 it in Our Pace.” Viol. Yau. read a Truth chen. Jul. ———-——— W here can lie the Fault * Pe in the roy or same dissembling Knabe, He put in rust? Ho] have I hit the Caule?. . -- - Fig, You't re not far off. 42 — FAls HOOD; or; l. This World is full of Coz ners, full; vu Virgins must be wary in their Way, ls "Sig I've: known:a Duke's Son do as 1 a e, Will you be ruF'd by me? Fl.» "4 — ans RY Ay f | 1 Ful. — ————=—kKill Yourself. / "Twill be a Feinor ro the Villain's Colne, | The lengest Pay be lives. c e Viol. —— Wbt Commit Self- murther! — Yes; I'll have it 7 | 2 Shep. 'E fear, his Fit is returning. Take Nig of all hands. Bir, do you want any thing? —+ Jul. Thouly'st; thou can'st not hurt me: I am Gainst farther Wrongs. — Seen elose behind me, I 1 will avenge Thee. \'Piol, ———Fhank the Hleav- ns; Pm roy | Jul. : O AX reach rom base Henriquez, bave 1 caught 2 Shep. Help! help! good Neighbours ; he will kill me ell. e seizes on the Shepherd; Violante runs out. Jul. Here. Thou tale pay thy Hear blood for the Wrongs Thou'st heap'd upon this Head, Faith. breaker ! ' Vilkin FI suck thy-Life-blood, .' : 1 Shep. Good Sir, have cher; this is no He En | They rescue the Shepherd, Jul. Wells : let him flink to Courr, and hide a Co Not. all his Father's s Guards shall shield him there. Or if he prove too strong for Mortal Arm, | 1, will sollicit ev'ry Saint in Heav'n | Lo lend me Vengeance. I'll about ir trait: — he wrathful Elements shall wage this War; Furies shall haunt him; Vultures gnaw his Heart; And Nature pour forth all her Stores of Pla To join in Punishment of Trust betray'd. Put Jul 2 . Go thy Ways, and a Vengeance 80 LG be DIS TLREST LOVERS. Thee !— Pray, feel my Nose is it fast, Neighbours? 1 ep. Tis as well as may be. e. 2 Shep. He pull'd at it, as he id have . dr d 4 Bullock den by the Tail. — Att had been some Men's Nose that I know, Neighbours,” who knows where it had been now? He has given me such a de- vilish Dash o'er rhe Mouth; that I feel, I shall never whistle to my Sheep again: Thenthey'll make Holy-day. I Shep. Come, shall we go? for, I fear, if the Youth return, our second Course will be much more _ our Stomachs. Maß. Walk you afores I will but give my 75 Some short lastructions, and 1'!] follow trait. We'll crash a Cup — ar | 1 —_ Pray, do not hnger Ny I will nor, Sirs; 2.'This 8 not be 8 His eV oice, Mein, Gc sture, ev*ry Thing be _ Savour of soft and female Delicacy. 'T He bur puts on this Seeming, and his Gab Speaks him of such a Rank, as well 5 me, He plays the Swain, rather to cloak some Napa, Than forced to't by a Need: I've waited long To mark the End he has in his Disguise N Bu: am not perfect in't. The Madman's Coil Has driv'n him snak ing hence. These Fears betray him: if * ehrpits right, I'm happy. O, he's here. Enters Violante. E 3 Boy; ; where did you leave the Flock, Viol. Grazing below, Sir. — What does he mean? to stroke One o'the Cheek so? I hope, I'm not betray d. Mast. Have you learnt the Whistle "yy" and when to Fold? 7 A And how to make the Dog bring i in 151 Suren r Viol. Time, Sir, will furnish me with all these. Rutsesy My Will is able, but my Knowledge weak, Sir. Haß. That's a good Child: Why:dost thou. blush, my Boy? F ͤnu r ]ð mm 2 ——— —⅛—¾ . — = — thay - El by Ss; . = \ ' orgs 0 5 c r r eee eee nfl CTY = N n * 1 ow jv oof ng er, 518. - = OO I EY DouzI E FAL SH OD, r Tig certainly a Woman. " Afede,) Speak, my Boy, Viol. Heav'n ! how tremble. — Tis 1 to ne To find such Kindness at a Master's . That am a poor Boy, ev'ty way unable, ; Unsess it be in Pray rs, to merit it. f Besides, I've often heard old People say, Too much Indulgence makes Een rude and Ms | L Mast. Are you so cunning; — Fiol. ————- How his Eycettake Fire, And measure: ev ry Piece of Youth ahout me! ¶ 464. The Ewes want Water, Sir: Shall I go drive em Down to the Cisterns? Shall I make haste, Sir? »Would L were five Miles from e How he gripes ge! Ali. Maß. Come, come, all this i is not susßeient, Child, Wt! To take a/Fool of me. This is a fine Hand, A delicate save: Hand, — Neyer change Colour 11 You understand me, — and a Woman's Hand. = Viol. Yor re strangely out: Yet if | were a Tong 5 I know, you are so honest, and so good, 2, Thar tho' I wore Disguises for — Ends, Lou would not wrong me. 1 Mat. Come, you're made for Love; 5 Will you comply: ? I'm madder with this Talk. = There's Nothing you can say, can take my Edge off. WW Fol. Oh, do but quench these foul Affections in you, WH That, like base Thieves, have rob'd you of your _— Y And I will be a Woman; and begin _— So sad a Story, thar if there be aught Of humane in you, or a Soul that's gentle, You cannot chuse but pity my lost Youth: Maß. No Stories now. Fido. . Kill me edi, i As you have any Goodness, take my Life | 4 Rod. within. Hoa! Shepherd, will you hear, Sir? . Mast. What bawling Rogue is chat, "ol Devil's | Name? Vid. ä whatsoe' erhebe! e o) Own, I have too freely giv'n a Scope W Drs TREST Lovers. Ener Roderick. 1 RY 4, N Rad. Good Even, my Friend z 1 hong, you all E had been asleep in this Country. Mast. You bad lied then; for you were waking, 5 you thought so. 8 8 nes Rod. I thank you, Sir. Mast. I pray, be cover d; tis not so much worth, Sir F. Rod. Was that thy Boy ran crying? ee Mast. Ves; what then? „ Rod. Why dost thou beat him so? 1 1 WAR Mast. To make him grow. „% os A Rog. A pretty Med'cine! Thou can'st not tell me the Way to the next Nunnery ? Mast. How do you know That? — Yes, I can tell Hou; but the Queition i is, whether I will or no; and, Indeed, I will not. Fare you well. [Exit Master. Red. What a brute Fellow's this! Are they all thus? My Brother Henriquez tells me by his Letter, Tie Mistress of his Soul not far from hence f Bach taken Sanctuary: from which he prays Aid to bring her back.— From what Camillo hey I wear some Doubts.- — Here” tis appointed we should meet; it must be here; tis so. comes. Enters Henrique. 5 Pow, brother, what's this post haste Business Jou hurry me about? — Some wenching | Matter— Henr.. My: Letter told you, Sir. 1 ? Kod. Tis true, it tells me, chat vou ve lost, a Mistrese 2111 ow your Heart | bleeds bor, but the Means to win m her close Lie J rake its. is not mention d. ou're ever in thess Troubles. 85 Henr. — — — Noble Brodhery 4 treo corre — = PECTIN" a — — A oor Re — - py * 9 — hoy = Gy G 1 * voy we « 1; 5 3 - RY 0 a e b PIES 5 — "7 010 Fonrngg . = > Lerne T PURE Fay — — x 7 eos —— — — — "EO. ACC » — * + "9 ah "Downers FAxLs! To Youth's intemp'rate Heat, and rash Desires: But think not, that T would engage your Virtues To 7 Cause, wherein my constant Heart Attended not my Eye. Till now my Passions Reign'd in my 7 Blood; ; ne er picrc'd into my Mind; Hut I'm a Convert grown to purest Thoughts: And must in ren? spend my Days to come, If I possess not her: So much i love. Rod. The Means? —She's in a Cloystef, is she not? Within whose Walls to enter as We are, Will never be: Few Men, but Fryars, come there Which We shall never make. Henin. If That would do =. 1 1 would make Any ching. by Nod. — Are you so hot? N Fl — vis: be it but to save. his Honour. ' 4 To feign a Corpse — By th! Mass, it beds so, 2 must pretend, we do crasport a Body twere to's Funeral: and coming late by, | effe i'th' Come Crave a' Night's Leave to rest the That be our Course ; for to such Charity Siri Zeal and. Custom of the House give Way. Henr. And, © ne, 4 vacant Herse bar by Prom Rites but new perform d: This for a Price Scheme in Act. Ho! Gerall= We'll hire, t . our [Enter when Henriquez whisders ; thin Gi rald goes ont.” Kad. When we're once lodg'd, the Meam of bt Conveyance, ' By safe and secret Force, with Ease well * Q 2 SY : « . 1 4 N * 7 « 4 e = 2 p d | * 9 , Raise in my Breast! but Honour shall o' ercome. She looks as beauteous, and as innocent. As when I wrong'd her. — Virtuous Violante! Too good for me! dare you till love a Man, So faithless as I am? I know you love me. Thus, thus; and thus, I print my vow'd Repentance Let all Men read it here. — My gracious Father, Forgive, and make me rich with your Consent, Tbis is my Wife; no other would I chuse, 4 Were she a Queen Cam. Here's a new Change. Bernard looks dull upomt Hienr. And fair Leonora, from whose Virgin Arms 1 forc'd my wrong'd Friend Julio, O forgive me. Take home your holy Vows, and let him have 'em That has deserv'd tbem. O that he; were here! That I might own the Baseness of my Wrong, And purpos'd Recompence. My Volante, ou mutt again be widow'd : for I vow A ceaseless Pilgrimage, ne'er to know Joy, Till I can give it ro the injur'd Julio. | | 925 This almost melts me. But my poor ld Nad. Vil stop that Voyage, Brother. —Gentle La What think you'of this honest Man? ST ARE: 7, 707%; 57) , | My Thoughts, my Lord, were all employ'd within He has a Face makes me remember something - | I have thought, well of; how he looks upon me! Poor Man, he weeps. — Ha! stay; it cannot be — He has his Eye, his Features, Shape, and Gesture" Would, he would speak. VE, = Jul. Leonora, — ," {Throws off bis Dill Leon. —— — Yes, tis He. # O Ecttacy of Joy. "7 hey emi" Cam. Now, what's the Matter? „ Rod. Let cm alone; they're almost starvd Wi Kisses. ? 3 | Cam. Stand forty Foot off; no Man trouble A C 3 Y o ee u \ l 2 of TIE þ j 4 = 1 2 1 ec — * r 3 . 5 ny * « of 5 "It NAS | enn Ao TEES Re} Ks = 9 b 1 = 3 LIC — F L l SLE I * ee . 1 q rebel II rs, n 31 ** | 3 ©) be LS 1 1 _— 29 1 6 * 7 165 q 8 * 2 N nee 3 > d 2 wit . . 1 F TIT & 8 5 5 EP Q ne Ds RES T Lav zs 5 4 What is he? N Rod. A certain "169 of yours. Cam. ĩ v The Devil he is. Rod. If 7 be the Devil, that Devil must call you Father. | Cam. By your Leavealittle, 10 Are you my Julio: 7 Jul. My Duty tells me so, Sir, Still on my Knees/— But Love engross'd me all Cam. Nay, to't again : I will not hinder you! «Ki; Tis he Leon. The righteous Pow'rs at length have crown d Think, Julio, from the Storm char s now o terblaven, / Tho' Pur Affliction combat Hope awhile, When Lovers swear true Faith, rhe lining Angels Stand on the goiden Baitlemen!s of Heav'n, And waft their Vows to the Eternal Throne. h were our Vows, and so are they repaid. Due. E'en as you are, we Uf join your Hands together. \ Providence above our Pow'r rules all. Isk him F — Boy. [To Henriquez. -, 8 He has it, Sir: he Fault was Love's, not his. F Hour, ——— od — Brave, gcn'rous Julio. . 66 knew thy Nobleness of old, and priz'd It, hure Till Passiom made me blind . more, my Friend, bare in a Heart, that ne'er shall wrong thee more. Rod, Brother, — Red. — 'This Embrace cuts off Excuses. Dake. I must.” in part, repair my Son's Offence: t your best Leisure, Julio, know our Court. ind, Violante, (for I know you now) ave a Debt to pay: Your good old Father, ace, when I chas'd the Boar, preserv'd my Life: For that good Decd, and for your Virtuc's Sake, bh Mach Good my 'rdo your Hewes: What i is he, Lord O Leonora, do I once more hold thee? _ 15 Leaps.'