William Wycherley - The Country Wife Act 2 (Complete Version) lyrics

ACT 2. SCENE 1. Mrs. Margery Pinchwife, and Alithea: Mr. Pinchwife peeping behind at the door. Mrs. Pinchwife Pray, Sister, where are the best Fields and Woods, to walk in in London? Alithea A pretty Question; why, Sister! Mulberry Garden, and St. James's Park; and for close walks the New Exchange. Mrs. Pinchwife Pray, Sister, tell me why my Husband looks so grum here in Town? and keeps me up so close, and will not let me go a walking, nor let me wear my best Gown yesterday? Alithea O he's jealous, Sister. Mrs. Pinchwife Jealous, what's that? Alithea He's afraid you shou'd love another Man. Mrs. Pinchwife How shou'd he be afraid of my loving another man, when he will not let me see any but himself. Alithea Did he not carry you yesterday to a Play? Mrs. Pinchwife Ay, but we sate amongst ugly People, he wou'd not let me come near the Gentry, who sate under us, so that I cou'd not see'em: He told me, none but naughty Women sate there, whom they tous'd and mous'd; but I wou'd have ventur'd for all that. Alithea But how did you like the Play? Mrs. Pinchwife Indeed I was aweary of the Play, but I lik'd hugeously the Actors; they are the goodlyest proper'st Men, Sister. Page 16 Alithea O but you must not like the Actors, Sister. Mrs. Pinchwife Ay, how shou'd I help it, Sister? Pray, Sister, when my Husband comes in, will you ask leave for me to go a walking? Alithea Aside. A walking, hah, ha; Lord, a Country Gentlewomans leasure is the drudgery of a foot-post; and she requires as much airing as her Husbands Horses. Enter Mr. Pinchwife to them. But here comes your Husband; I'll ask, though I'm sure he'l not grant it. Mrs. Pinchwife He says he won't let me go abroad, for fear of catching the Pox. Alithea Fye, the small Pox you shou'd say. Mrs. Pinchwife Oh my dear, dear Bud, welcome home; why dost thou look so fropish, who has nanger'd thee? Mr. Pinchwife Your a Fool. Mrs. Pinch. goes aside, & cryes. Alithea Faith so she is, for crying for no fault, poor tender Creature! Mr. Pinchwife What you wou'd have her as impudent as your self, as errant a Jilflirt, a gadder, a Magpy, and to say all a meer notorious Town-Woman? Alithea Brother, you are my only Censurer; and the honour of your Family shall sooner suffer in your Wife there, than in me, though I take the innocent liberty of the Town. Mr. Pinchwife Hark you Mistriss, do not talk so before my Wife, the innocent liberty of the Town! Alithea Why, pray, who boasts of any intrigue with me? what Lampoon has made my name notorious? what ill Women frequent my Lodgings? I keep no Company with any Women of scandalous reputations. Mr. Pinchwife No, you keep the Men of scandalous reputations Company. Alithea Where? wou'd you not have me civil? answer'em in a Box at the Plays? in the drawing room at Whitehal? in St. James's Park? Mulberry-garden? or--- Mr. Pinchwife Hold, hold, do not teach my Wife, where the Men are to be found; I believe she's the worse for your Town Page 17 documents already; I bid you keep her in ignorance as I do. Mrs. Pinchwife Indeed be not angry with her Bud, she will tell me nothing of the Town, though I ask her a thousand times a day. Mr. Pinchwife Then you are very inquisitive to know, I find? Mrs. Pinchwife Not I indeed, Dear, I hate London; our Place-house in the Country is worth a thousand of't, wou'd I were there again. Mr. Pinchwife So you shall I warrant; but were you not talking of Plays, and Players, when I came in? you are her encourager in such discourses. Mrs. Pinchwife No indeed, Dear, she chid me just now for liking the Player Men. Mr. Pinchwife Aside. Nay, if she be so innocent as to own to me her lieking them, there is no hurt in't--- Aloud. Come my poor Rogue, but thou lik'st none better then me? Mrs. Pinchwife Yes indeed, but I do, the Player Men are finer Folks. Mr. Pinchwife But you love none better then me? Mrs. Pinchwife You are mine own Dear Bud, and I know you, I hate a Stranger. Mr. Pinchwife Ay, my Dear, you must love me only, and not be like the naughty Town Women, who only hate their Husbands, and love every Man else, love Plays, Visits, fine Coaches, fine Cloaths, Fidles, Balls, Treates, and so lead a wicked Town-life. Mrs. Pinchwife Nay, if to enjoy all these things be a Town-life, London is not so bad a place, Dear. Mr. Pinchwife How! if you love me, you must hate London. Alithea The Fool has forbid me discovering to her the pleasures of the Town, and he is now setting her a gog upon them himself. Mrs. Pinchwife But, Husband, do the Town-women love the Player Men too? Mr. Pinchwife Yes, I warrant you. Mrs. Pinchwife Ay, I warrant you. Mr. Pinchwife Why, you do not, I hope? Page 18 Mrs. Pinchwife No, no Bud; but why have we no Player-men in the Country? Mr. Pinchwife Ha---Mrs. Minx, ask me no more to go to a Play. Mrs. Pinchwife Nay, why, Love? I did not care for going; but when you forbid me, you make me as't were desire it. Alithea Aside. So 'twill be in other things, I warrant. Mrs. Pinchwife Pray, let me go to a Play, Dear. Mr. Pinchwife Hold your Peace, I wo'not. Mrs. Pinchwife Why, Love? Mr. Pinchwife Why, I'll tell you. Alithea Aside. Nay, if he tell her, she'l give him more cause to forbid her that place. Mrs. Pinchwife Pray, why, Dear? Mr. Pinchwife First, you like the Actors, and the Gallants may like you. Mrs. Pinchwife What, a homely Country Girl? no Bud, no body will like me. Mr. Pinchwife I tell you, yes, they may. Mrs. Pinchwife No, no, you jest---I won't believe you, I will go. Mr. Pinchwife I tell you then, that one of the lewdest Fellows in Town, who saw you there, told me he was in love with you. Mrs. Pinchwife Indeed! who, who, pray who wast? Mr. Pinchwife Aside. I've gone too far, and slipt before I was aware; how overjoy'd she is! Mrs. Pinchwife Was it any Hampshire Gallant, any of our Neighbours? I promise you, I am beholding to him. Mr. Pinchwife I promise you, you lye; for he wou'd but ruin you, as he has done hundreds: he has no other love for Women, but that, such as he, look upon Women like Basilicks, but to destroy'em. Mrs. Pinchwife Ay, but if he loves me, why shou'd he ruin me? answer me to that: methinks he shou'd not, I wou'd do him no harm. Alithea Hah, ha, ha. Mr. Pinchwife 'Tis very well; but I'll keep him from doing you any harm, or me either. Page 19 Enter Sparkish and Harcourt. But here comes Company, get you in, get you in. Mrs. Pinchwife But pray, Husband, is he a pretty Gentleman, that loves me? Mr. Pinchwife In baggage, in. Thrusts her in: shuts the door. What all the lewd Libertines of the Town brought to my Lodging, by this easie Coxcomb! S'd**h I'll not suffer it. Sparkish Here Harcourt, do you approve my choice? Dear, little Rogue, I told you, I'd bring you acquainted with all my Friends, the wits, and--- Harcourt salutes her. Mr. Pinchwife Ay, they shall know her, as well as you your self will, I warrant you. Sparkish This is one of those, my pretty Rogue, that are to dance at your Wedding to morrow; and him you must bid welcom ever, to what you and I have. Mr. Pinchwife Aside. Monstrous!--- Sparkish Harcourt how dost thou like her, Faith? Nay, Dear, do not look down; I should hate to have a Wife of mine out of countenance at any thing. Mr. Pinchwife Wonderful! Sparkish Tell me, I say, Harcourt, how dost thou like her? thou hast star'd upon her enough, to resolve me. Harcourt So infinitely well, that I cou'd wish I had a Mistriss too, that might differ from her in nothing, but her love and engagement to you. Alithea Sir, Master Sparkish has often told me, that his Acquaintance were all Wits and Raillieurs, and now I find it. Sparkish No, by the Universe, Madam, he does not railly now; you may believe him: I do a**ure you, he is the honestest, worthyest, true hearted Gentleman---A man of such perfect honour, he wou'd say nothing to a Lady, he does not mean. Mr. Pinchwife Praising another Man to his Mistriss! Harcourt Sir, you are so beyond expectation obliging, that--- Sparkish Nay, I gad, I am sure you do admire her extreamly, I see't in your eyes.---He does admire you Madam.---By the World, don't you? Page 20 Harcourt Yes, above the World, or, the most glorious part of it, her whole Sex; and till now I never thought I shou'd have envy'd you, or any Man about to marry, but you have the best excuse for Marriage I ever knew. Alithea Nay, now, Sir, I'm satisfied you are of the Society of the Wits, and Raillieurs, since you cannot spare your Friend, even when he is but too civil to you; but the surest sign is, since you are an Enemy to Marriage, for that I hear you hate as much as business or bad Wine. Harcourt Truly, Madam, I never was an Enemy to Marriage, till now, because Marriage was never an Enemy to me before. Alithea But why, Sir, is Marriage an Enemy to you now? Because it robs you of your Friend here; for you look upon a Friend married, as one gone into a Monastery, that is dead to the World. Harcourt 'Tis indeed, because you marry him; I see Madam, you can guess my meaning: I do confess heartily and openly, I wish it were in my power to break the Match, by Heavens I wou'd. Sparkish Poor Franck! Alithea Wou'd you be so unkind to me? Harcourt No, no, 'tis not because I wou'd be unkind to you. Sparkish Poor Franck, no gad, 'tis only his kindness to me. Mr. Pinchwife Aside. Great kindness to you indeed; insensible Fop, let a Man make love to his Wife to his face. Sparkish Come dear Franck, for all my Wife there that shall be, thou shalt enjoy me sometimes dear Rogue; by my honour, we Men of wit condole for our deceased Brother in Marriage, as much as for one dead in earnest: I think that was prettily said of me, ha Harcourt?---But come Franck, he not not melancholy for me. Harcourt No, I a**ure you I am not melancholy for you. Sparkish Prethee, Frank, dost think my Wife that shall be there a fine Person? Harcourt I cou'd gaze upon her, till I became as blind as you are. Sparkish How, as I am! how! Page 21 Harcourt Because you are a Lover, and true Lovers are blind, stockblind. Sparkish True, true; but by the World, she has wit too, as well as beauty: go, go with her into a corner, and trye if she has wit, talk to her any thing, she's bashful before me. Harcourt Indeed if a Woman wants wit in a corner, she has it no where. Alithea Sir, you dispose of me a little before your time.--- Aside to Sparkish. Sparkish Nay, nay, Madam let me have an earnest of your obedience, or---go, go, Madam--- Harcourt courts Alithea aside. Mr. Pinchwife How, Sir, if you are not concern'd for the honour of a Wife, I am for that of a Sister; he shall not debauch her: be a Pander to your own Wife, bring Men to her, let'em make love before your face, thrust'em into a corner together, then leav'em in private! is this your Town wit and conduct? Sparkish Hah, ha, ha, a silly wise Rogue, wou'd make one laugh more then a stark Fool, hah, ha: I shall burst. Nay, you shall not disturb'em; I'll vex thee, by the World. Struggles with Pinchwife, to keep him from Harcourt and Alithea Alithea The writings are drawn, Sir, settlements made; 'tis too late, Sir, and past all revocation. Harcourt Then so is my d**h. Alithea I wou'd not be unjust to him. Harcourt Then why to me so? Alithea I have no obligation to you. Harcourt My love. Alithea I had his before. Harcourt You never had it; he wants you see jealousie, the only infallible sign of it. Alithea Love proceeds from esteem; he cannot distrust my virtue, besides he loves me, or he wou'd not marry me. Harcourt Marrying you, is no more sign of his love, then bribing your Woman, that he may marry you, is a sign of his generosity: Marriage is rather a sign of interest, then love; and he that marries a fortune, covets a Mistress, not loves Page 22 her: But if you take Marriage for a sign of love, take it from me immediately. Alithea No, now you have put a scruple in my head; but in short, Sir, to end our dispute, I must marry him, my reputation wou'd suffer in the World else. Harcourt No, if you do marry him, with your pardon, Madam, your reputation suffers in the World, and you wou'd be thought in necessity for a cloak. Alithea Nay, now you are rude, Sir.---Mr. Sparkish, pray come hither, your Friend here is very troublesom, and very loving. Harcourt Aside to Alithea. Hold, hold--- Mr. Pinchwife D'ye hear that? Sparkish Why, d'ye think I'll seem to be jealous, like a Country Bumpkin? Mr. Pinchwife No, rather be a Cuckold, like a credulous Cit. Harcourt Madam, you wou'd not have been so little generous as to have told him. Alithea Yes, since you cou'd be so little generous, as to wrong him. Harcourt Wrong him, no Man can do't, he's beneath an injury; a Bubble, a Coward, a sensless Idiot, a Wretch so contemptible to all the World but you, that--- Alithea Hold, do not rail at him, for since he is like to be my Husband, I am resolv'd to like him: Nay, I think I am oblig'd to tell him, you are not his Friend.---Master Sparkish, Master Sparkish. Sparkish What, what; now dear Rogue, has not she wit? Harcourt Not so much as I thought, and hoped she had. Speaks surlily. Alithea Mr. Sparkish, do you bring People to rail at you? Harcourt Madam--- Spar, How! no, but if he does rail at me, 'tis but in jest I warrant; what we wits do for one another, and never take any notice of it. Alithea He spoke so scurrilously of you, I had no patience to hear him; besides he has been making love to me. Page 23 Harcourt Aside. True damn'd tell-tale-Woman. Sparkish Pshaw, to shew his parts---we wits rail and make love often, but to shew our parts; as we have no affections, so we have no malice, we--- Alithea He said, you were a Wretch, below an injury. Sparkish Pshaw. Harcourt Damn'd, sensless, impudent, virtuous Jade; well since she won't let me have her, she'l do as good, she'l make me hate her. Alithea A Common Bubble. Sparkish Pshaw. Alithea A Coward. Sparkish Pshaw, pshaw. Alithea A sensless driveling Idiot. Sparkish How, did he disparage my parts? Nay, then my honour's concern'd, I can't put up that, Sir; by the World, Brother help me to k** him; Aside. I may draw now, since we have the odds of him:---'tis a good occasion too before my Mistriss--- Offers to draw. Alithea Hold, hold. Sparkish What, what. Alithea Aside. I must not let'em k** the Gentleman neither, for his kindness to me; I am so far from hating him, that I wish my Gallant had his person and understanding:--- Aloud. Nay if my honour--- Sparkish I'll be thy d**h. Alithea Hold, hold, indeed to tell the truth, the Gentleman said after all, that what he spoke, was but out of friendship to you. Sparkish How! say, I am, I am a Fool, that is no wit, out of friendship to me. Alithea Yes, to try whether I was concern'd enough for you, and made love to me only to be satisfy'd of my virtue, for your sake. Harcourt Aside. Kind however--- Sparkish Nay, if it were so, my dear Rogue, I ask thee pardon; Page 24 but why wou'd not you tell me so, faith. Harcourt Because I did not think on't, faith. Sparkish Come, Horner does not come, Harcourt, let's be gone to the new Play.---Come Madam. Alithea I will not go, if you intend to leave me alone in the Box, and run into the pit, as you use to do. Sparkish Pshaw, I'll leave Harcourt with you in the Box, to entertain you, and that's as good; if I sate in the Box, I shou'd be thought no Judge, but of trimmings.---Come away Harcourt, lead her down. Exeunt Sparkish, Harcourt, and Alithea. Mr. Pinchwife Well, go thy wayes, for the flower of the true Town Fops, such as spend their Estates, before they come to'em, and are Cuckolds before they'r married. But let me go look to my own Free-hold---How--- Enter my Lady Fidget, Mistriss Dainty Fidget, and Mistriss Squeamish. Lady Fidget Your Servant, Sir, where is your Lady? we are come to wait upon her to the new Play. Mr. Pinchwife New Play! Lady Fidget And my Husband will wait upon you presently. Mr. Pinchwife Aside. Damn your civility--- Aloud. Madam, by no means, I will not see Sir Jaspar here, till I have waited upon him at home; nor shall my Wife see you, till she has waited upon your Ladyship at your lodgings. Lady Fidget Now we are here, Sir--- Mr. Pinchwife No, Madam. Mrs. Dainty Fidget Pray, let us see her. Mrs. Squeamish We will not stir, till we see her. Mr. Pinchwife Aside. A Pox on you all--- Goes to the door, and returns. she has lock'd the door, and is gone abroad. Lady Fidget No, you have lock'd the door, and she's within. Mrs. Dainty Fidget They told us below, she was here. Mr. Pinchwife Will nothing do?---Well it must out then, to tell you the truth, Ladies, which I was afraid to let you know before, least it might endanger your lives, my Wife has just now the Small Pox come out upon her, do not be frighten'd; Page 25 but pray, be gone Ladies, you shall not stay here in danger of your lives; pray get you gone Ladies. Lady Fidget No, no, we have all had'em. Mrs. Squeamish Alack, alack. Mrs. Dainty Fidget Come, come, we must see how it goes with her, I understand the disease. Lady Fidget Come. Mr. Pinchwife Aside. Well, there is no being too hard for Women at their own weapon, lying, therefore I'll quit the Field. Exit Pinchwife. Mrs. Squeamish Here's an example of jealousy. Lady Fidget Indeed as the World goes, I wonder there are no more jealous, since Wives are so neglected. Mrs. Dainty Fidget Pshaw, as the World goes, to what end shou'd they be jealous. Lady Fidget Foh, 'tis a nasty World. Mrs. Squeamish That Men of parts, great acquaintance, and quality shou'd take up with, and spend themselves and fortunes, in keeping little Play-house Creatures, foh. Lady Fidget Nay, that Women of understanding, great acquaintance, and good quality, shou'd fall a keeping too of little Creatures, foh. Mrs. Squeamish Why, 'tis the Men of qualities fault, they never visit Women of honour, and reputation, as they us'd to do; and have not so much as common civility, for Ladies of our rank, but use us with the same indifferency, and ill breeding, as if we were all marry'd to'em. Lady Fidget She says true, 'tis an errant shame Women of quality shou'd be so slighted; methinks, birth, birth, shou'd go for something; I have known Men admired, courted, and followed for their titles only. Mrs. Squeamish Ay, one wou'd think Men of honour shou'd not love no more, than marry out of their own rank. Mrs. Dainty Fidget Fye, fye upon'em, they are come to think cross breeding for themselves best, as well as for their Dogs, and Horses. Lady Fidget They are Dogs, and Horses for't. Squeam. One wou'd think if not for love, for vanity a little. Page 26 Mrs. Dainty Fidget Nay, they do satisfy their vanity upon us sometimes; and are kind to us in their report, tell all the World they lye with us. Lady Fidget Damn'd Rascals, that we shou'd be only wrong'd by'em; to report a Man has had a Person, when he has not had a Person, is the greatest wrong in the whole World, that can be done to a person. Mrs. Squeamish Well, 'tis an errant shame, Noble Persons shou'd be so wrong'd, and neglected. Lady Fidget But still 'tis an erranter shame for a Noble Person, to neglect her own honour, and defame her own Noble Person, with little inconsiderable Fellows, foh!--- Mrs. Dainty Fidget I suppose the crime against our honour, is the same with a Man of quality as with another. Lady Fidget How! no sure the Man of quality is likest one's Husband, and therefore the fault shou'd be the less. Mrs. Dainty Fidget But then the pleasure shou'd be the less. Lady Fidget Fye, fye, fye, for shame Sister, whither shall we ramble? be continent in your discourse, or I shall hate you. Mrs. Dainty Fidget Besides an intrigue is so much the more notorious for the man's quality. Mrs. Squeamish 'Tis true, no body takes notice of a private Man, and therefore with him, 'tis more secret, and the crime's the less, when 'tis not known. Lady Fidget You say true; y faith I think you are in the right on't: 'tis not an injury to a Husband, till it be an injury to our honours; so that a Woman of honour looses no honour with a private Person; and to say truth--- Mrs. Dainty Fidget Apart to Squeamish. So the little Fellow is grown a private Person--- with her--- Lady Fidget But still my dear, dear Honour. Enter Sir Jaspar, Horner, Dorilant. Sir Jaspar Fidget Ay, my dear, dear of honour, thou hast still so much honour in thy mouth--- Horner Aside. That she has none elsewhere--- Lady Fidget Oh, what d'ye mean to bring in these upon us? Mrs. Dainty Fidget Foh, these are as bad as Wits. Page 27 Squeam. Foh! Lady Fidget Let us leave the Room. Sir Jaspar Fidget Stay, stay, faith to tell you the naked truth. Lady Fidget Fye, Sir Jaspar, do not use that word naked. Sir Jaspar Fidget Well, well, in short I have business at Whitehal, and cannot go to the play with you, therefore wou'd have you go--- Lady Fidget With those two to a Play? Sir Jaspar Fidget No, not with t'other, but with Mr. Horner, there can be no more scandal to go with him, than with Mr. Tatle, or Master Limberham. Lady Fidget With that nasty Fellow! no---no. Sir Jaspar Fidget Nay, prethee Dear, hear me. Whispers to Lady Fid. Horner, Dorilant drawing near Squeamish, and Dainty. Horner Ladies. Mrs. Dainty Fidget Stand off. Mrs. Squeamish Do not approach us. Mrs. Dainty Fidget You heard with the wits, you are obscenity all over. Mrs. Squeamish And I wou'd as soon look upon a Picture of Adam and Eve, without fig leaves, as any of you, if I cou'd help it, therefore keep off, and do not make us sick. Dorilant What a Divel are these? Horner Why, these are pretenders to honour, as criticks to wit, only by censuring others; and as every raw peevish, out-of-humour'd, affected, dull, Tea-drinking, Arithmetical Fop sets up for a wit, by railing at men of sence, so these for honour, by railing at the Court, and Ladies of as great honour, as quality. Sir Jaspar Fidget Come, Mr. Horner, I must desire you to go with these Ladies to the Play, Sir. Horner I! Sir. Sir Jaspar Fidget Ay, ay, come, Sir. Horner I must-beg your pardon, Sir, and theirs, I will not be seen in Womens Company in publick again for the World. Sir Jaspar Fidget Ha, ha, strange Aversion! Mrs. Squeamish No, he's for Womens company in private. Sir Jaspar Fidget He---poor Man---he! hah, ha, ha. Mrs. Dainty Fidget 'Tis a greater shame amongst lew'd fellows to be Page 28 seen in virtuous Womens company, than for the Women to be seen with them. Horner Indeed, Madam, the time was I only hated virtuous Women, but now I hate the other too; I beg your pardon Ladies. Lady Fidget You are very obliging, Sir, because we wou'd not be troubled with you. Sir Jaspar Fidget In sober sadness he shall go. Dorilant Nay, if he wo'not, I am ready to wait upon the Ladies; and I think I am the fitter Man. Sir Jaspar Fidget You, Sir, no I thank you for that---Master Horner is a privileg'd Man amongst the virtuous Ladies, 'twill be a great while before you are so; heh, he, he, he's my Wive's Gallant, heh, he, he; no pray withdraw, Sir, for as I take it, the virtuous Ladies have no business with you. Dorilant And I am sure, he can have none with them: 'tis strange a Man can't come amongst virtuous Women now, but upon the same terms, as Men are admitted into the great Turks Seraglio; but Heavens keep me, from being an hombre Player with'em: but where is Pinchwife--- Exit Dorilant. Sir Jaspar Fidget Come, come, Man; what avoid the sweet society of Woman-kind? that sweet, soft, gentle, tame, noble Creature Woman, made for Man's Companion--- Horner So is that soft, gentle, tame, and more noble Creature a Spaniel, and has all their tricks, can fawn, lye down, suffer beating, and fawn the more; barks at your Friends, when they come to see you; makes your bed hard, gives you Fleas, and the mange sometimes: and all the difference is, the Spaniel's the more faithful Animal, and fawns but upon one Master. Sir Jaspar Fidget Heh, he, he. Mrs. Squeamish O the rude Beast. Mrs. Dainty Fidget Insolent brute. Lady Fidget Brute! stinking mortify'd rotten French Weather, to dare--- Sir Jaspar Fidget Hold, an't please your Ladyship; for shame Master, Page 29 Horner your Mother was a Woman---Aside. Now shall I never reconcile'em Hark you, Madam, take my advice in your anger; you know you often want one to make up your droling pack of hombre Players; and you may cheat him easily, for he's an ill Gamester, and consequently loves play: Besides you know, you have but two old civil Gentlemen (with stinking breaths too) to wait upon you abroad, take in the third, into your service; the other are but crazy: and a Lady shou'd have a supernumerary Gentleman-Usher, as a supernumerary Coach-horse, least sometimes you shou'd be forc'd to stay at home. Lady Fidget But are you sure he loves play, and has money? Sir Jaspar Fidget He loves play as much as you, and has money as much as I. Lady Fidget Then I am contented to make him pay for his scurrillity; money makes up in a measure all other wants in Men.--- Those whom we cannot make hold for Gallants, we make fine. Aside. Sir Jaspar Fidget Aside. So, so; now to mollify, to wheedle him,--- Aloud. Master Horner will you never keep civil Company, methinks 'tis time now, since you are only fit for them: Come, come, Man you must e'en fall to visiting our Wives, eating at our Tables, drinking Tea with our virtuous Relations after dinner, dealing Cards to'em, reading Plays, and Gazets to'em, picking Fleas out of their shocks for'em, collecting Receipts, New Songs, Women, Pages, and Footmen for'em. Horner I hope they'l afford me better employment, Sir. Sir Jaspar Fidget Heh, he, he, 'tis fit you know your work before you come into your place; and since you are unprovided of a Lady to flatter, and a good house to eat at, pray frequent mine, and call my Wife Mistriss, and she shall call you Gallant, according to the custom. Horner Who I?--- Sir Jaspar Fidget Faith, thou sha't for my sake, come for my sake only. Horner For your sake--- Sir Jaspar Fidget Come, come, here's a Gamester for you, let him Page 30 be a little familiar sometimes; nay, what if a little rude; Gamesters may be rude with Ladies, you know. Lady Fidget Yes, losing Gamesters have a privilege with Women. Horner I alwayes thought the contrary, that the winning Gamester had most privilege with Women, for when you have lost your money to a Man, you'l loose any thing you have, all you have, they say, and he may use you as he pleases. Sir Jaspar Fidget Heh, he, he, well, win or loose you shall have your liberty with her. Lady Fidget As he behaves himself; and for your sake I'll give him admittance and freedom. Horner All sorts of freedom, Madam? Sir Jaspar Fidget Ay, ay, ay, all forts of freedom thou can'st take, and so go to her, begin thy new employment; wheedle her, jest with her, and be better acquainted one with another. Horner I think I know her already, therefore may venter with her, my secret for hers--- Aside. Horner, and Lady Fidget whisper. Sir Jaspar Fidget Sister Cuz, I have provided an innocent Play-fellow for you there. Mrs. Dainty Fidget Who he! Mrs. Squeamish There's a Play-fellow indeed. Sir Jaspar Fidget Yes sure, what he is good enough to play at Cards, Blind-mans buff, or the fool with sometimes. Mrs. Squeamish Foh, we'l have no such Play-fellows. Mrs. Dainty Fidget No, Sir, you shan't choose Play-fellows for us, we thank you. Sir Jaspar Fidget Nay, pray hear me. Whispering to them. Lady Fidget But, poor Gentleman, cou'd you be so generous? so truly a Man of honour, as for the sakes of us Women of honour, to cause your self to be reported no Man? No Man! and to suffer your self the greatest shame that cou'd fall upon a Man, that none might fall upon us Women by your conversation; but indeed, Sir, as perfectly, perfectly, the same Man as before your going into France, Sir; as perfectly, perfectly, Sir. Page 31 Horner As perfectly, perfectly, Madam; nay, I scorn you shou'd take my word; I desire to be try'd only, Madam. Lady Fidget Well, that's spoken again like a Man of honour, all Men of honour desire to come to the test: But indeed, generally you Men report such things of your selves, one does not know how, or whom to believe; and it is come to that pa**, we dare not take your words, no more than your Taylors, without some staid Servant of yours be bound with you; but I have so strong a faith in your honour, dear, dear, noble Sir, that I'd forfeit mine for yours at any time, dear Sir. Horner No, Madam, you shou'd not need to forfeit it for me, I have given you security already to save you harmless my late reputation being so well known in the World, Madam. Lady Fidget But if upon any future falling out, or upon a suspition of my taking the trust out of your hands, to employ some other, you your self shou'd betray your trust, dear Sir; I mean, if you'l give me leave to speak obscenely, you might tell, dear Sir. Horner If I did, no body wou'd believe me; the reputation of impotency is as hardly recover'd again in the World, as that of cowardise, dear Madam. Lady Fidget Nay then, as one may say, you may do your worst, dear, dear, Sir. Sir Jaspar Fidget Come, is your Ladyship reconciled to him yet? have you agreed on matters? for I must be gone to Whitehal. Lady Fidget Why, indeed, Sir Jaspar, Master Horner is a thousand, thousand times a better Man, than I thought him: Cosen Squeamish, Sister Dainty, I can name him now, truly not long ago you know, I thought his very name obscenity, and I wou'd as soon have lain with him, as have nam'd him. Sir Jaspar Fidget Very likely, poor Madam. Mrs. Dainty Fidget I believe it. Squeam. No doubt on't. Sir Jaspar Fidget Well, well---that your Ladyship is as virtuous as any she,---I know, and him all the Town knows---heh, he, Page 32 he; therefore now you like him, get you gone to your business together; go, go, to your business, I say, pleasure, whilst I go to my pleasure, business. Lady Fidget Come then dear Gallant. Horner Come away, my dearest Mistriss. Sir Jaspar Fidget So, so, why 'tis as I'd have it. Exit Sr. Jaspar Horner And as I'd have it. Lady Fidget Who for his business, from his Wife will run; Takes the best care, to have her bus'ness done. Exeunt omnes.