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’ll lend him none, and the Rogue knows not how to put on a borrowing Face, and ask first. I’ll let him see how good ’tis to play our parts whilst I play his—Prithee, _Fred._ do go home and keep him in that posture till we come. [Exeunt.

Enter _Florinda_ from the farther end of the Scene, looking behind her.

Flor. I am follow’d still—hah—my Brother too advancing this way, good Heavens defend me from being seen by him. [She goes off.

Enter _Willmore_, and after him _Valeria_, at a little distance.

Will. Ah! There she sails, she looks back as she were willing to be boarded, I’ll warrant her Prize. [He goes out, _Valeria_ following.

Enter _Hellena_, just as he goes out, with a Page.

Hell. Hah, is not that my Captain that has a Woman in chase?—’tis not _Angelica._ Boy, follow those People at a distance, and bring me an Account where they go in.—I’ll find his Haunts, and plague him every where.—ha—my Brother! [Exit Page.

[_Bel._ _Wil._ _Ped._ cross the Stage: _Hell._ runs off.

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## Scene changes to another Street. Enter _Florinda_.

Flor. What shall I do, my Brother now pursues me. Will no kind Power protect me from his Tyranny?

—Hah, here’s a Door open, I’ll venture in, since nothing can be worse than to fall into his Hands, my Life and Honour are at stake, and my Necessity has no choice. [She goes in.

Enter _Valeria_, and _Hellena’s_ Page peeping after _Florinda_.

Pag. Here she went in, I shall remember this House. [Exit Boy.

Val. This is _Belvile’s_ Lodgings; she’s gone in as readily as if she knew it—hah—here’s that mad Fellow again, I dare not venture in—I’ll watch my Opportunity. [Goes aside.

Enter _Willmore_, gazing about him.

Will. I have lost her hereabouts—Pox on’t she must not scape me so. [Goes out.

## Scene changes to _Blunt’s_ Chamber, discovers him sitting on a Couch in

his Shirt and Drawers, reading.

Blunt. So, now my Mind’s a little at Peace, since I have resolv’d Revenge—A Pox on this Taylor tho, for not bringing home the Clothes I bespoke; and a Pox of all poor Cavaliers, a Man can never keep a spare Suit for ’em; and I shall have these Rogues come in and find me naked; and then I’m undone; but I’m resolv’d to arm my self—the Rascals shall not insult over me too much. [Puts on an old rusty Sword and Buff-Belt. —Now, how like a Morrice-Dancer I am equipt—a fine Lady-like Whore to cheat me thus, without affording me a Kindness for my Money, a Pox light on her, I shall never be reconciled to the Sex more, she has made me as faithless as a Physician, as uncharitable as a Churchman, and as ill-natur’d as a Poet. O how I’ll use all Women-kind hereafter! what wou’d I give to have one of ’em 82 within my reach now! any Mortal thing in Petticoats, kind Fortune, send me; and I’ll forgive thy last Night’s Malice—Here’s a cursed Book too, (a Warning to all young Travellers) that can instruct me how to prevent such Mischiefs now ’tis too late. Well ’tis a rare convenient thing to read a little now and then, as well as hawk and hunt. [Sits down again and reads.

Enter to him _Florinda_.

Flor. This House is haunted sure,’tis well furnisht and no living thing inhabits it—hah—a Man! Heavens how he’s attir’d! sure ’tis some Rope-dancer, or Fencing-Master; I tremble now for fear, and yet I must venture now to speak to him—Sir, if I may not interrupt your Meditations— [He starts up and gazes.

Blunt. Hah—what’s here? Are my wishes granted? and is not that a she Creature? Adsheartlikins ’tis! what wretched thing art thou—hah!

Flor. Charitable Sir, you’ve told your self already what I am; a very wretched Maid, forc’d by a strange unlucky Accident, to seek a safety here, and must be ruin’d, if you do not grant it.

Blunt. Ruin’d! Is there any Ruin so inevitable as that which now threatens thee? Dost thou know, miserable Woman, into what Den of Mischiefs thou art fall’n? what a Bliss of Confusion?—hah—dost not see something in my looks that frights thy guilty Soul, and makes thee wish to change that Shape of Woman for any humble Animal, or Devil? for those were safer for thee, and less mischievous.

Flor. Alas, what mean you, Sir? I must confess your Looks have something in ’em makes me fear; but I beseech you, as you seem a Gentleman, pity a harmless Virgin, that takes your House for Sanctuary.

Blunt. Talk on, talk on, and weep too, till my faith return. Do, flatter me out of my Senses again—a harmless 83 Virgin with a Pox, as much one as t’other, adsheartlikins. Why, what the Devil can I not be safe in my House for you? not in my Chamber? nay, even being naked too cannot secure me. This is an Impudence greater than has invaded me yet.—Come, no Resistance. [Pulls her rudely.

Flor. Dare you be so cruel?

Blunt. Cruel, adsheartlikins as a Gally-slave, or a _Spanish_ Whore: Cruel, yes, I will kiss and beat thee all over; kiss, and see thee all over; thou shalt lie with me too, not that I care for the Injoyment, but to let you see I have ta’en deliberated Malice to thee, and will be revenged on one Whore for the Sins of another; I will smile and deceive thee, flatter thee, and beat thee, kiss and swear, and lye to thee, imbrace thee and rob thee, as she did me, fawn on thee, and strip thee stark naked, then hang thee out at my Window by the Heels, with a Paper of scurvey Verses fasten’d to thy Breast, in praise of damnable Women—Come, come along.

Flor. Alas, Sir, must I be sacrific’d for the Crimes of the most infamous of my Sex? I never understood the Sins you name.

Blunt. Do, persuade the Fool you love him, or that one of you can be just or honest; tell me I was not an easy Coxcomb, or any strange impossible Tale: it will be believ’d sooner than thy false Showers or Protestations. A Generation of damn’d Hypocrites, to flatter my very Clothes from my back! dissembling Witches! are these the Returns you make an honest Gentleman that trusts, believes, and loves you?—But if I be not even with you—Come along, or I shall— [Pulls her again.

Enter _Frederick_.

Fred. Hah, what’s here to do?

Blunt. Adsheartlikins, _Fred_. I am glad thou art come, to be a Witness of my dire Revenge.

Fred. What’s this, a Person of Quality too, who is upon 84 the Ramble to supply the Defects of some grave impotent Husband?

Blunt. No, this has another Pretence, some very unfortunate Accident brought her hither, to save a Life pursued by I know not who, or why, and forc’d to take Sanctuary here at Fools Haven. Adsheartlikins to me of all Mankind for Protection? Is the Ass to be cajol’d again, think ye? No, young one, no Prayers or Tears shall mitigate my Rage; therefore prepare for both my Pleasure of Enjoyment and Revenge, for I am resolved to make up my Loss here on thy Body, I’ll take it out in kindness and in beating.

Fred. Now, Mistress of mine, what do you think of this?

Flor. I think he will not—dares not be so barbarous.

Fred. Have a care, _Blunt_, she fetch’d a deep Sigh, she is inamour’d with thy Shirt and Drawers, she’ll strip thee even of that. There are of her Calling such unconscionable Baggages, and such dexterous Thieves, they’ll flea a Man, and he shall ne’er miss his Skin, till he feels the Cold. There was a Country-man of ours robb’d of a Row of Teeth whilst he was sleeping, which the Jilt made him buy again when he wak’d—You see, Lady, how little Reason we have to trust you.

Blunt. ’Dsheartlikins, why, this is most abominable.

Flor. Some such Devils there may be, but by all that’s holy I am none such, I entered here to save a Life in danger.

Blunt. For no goodness I’ll warrant her.

Fred. Faith, Damsel, you had e’en confess the plain Truth, for we are Fellows not to be caught twice in the same Trap: Look on that Wreck, a tight Vessel when he set out of Haven, well trim’d and laden, and see how a Female Piccaroon of this Island of Rogues has shatter’d him, and canst thou hope for any Mercy?

Blunt. No, no, Gentlewoman, come along, adsheartlikins we must be better acquainted—we’ll both lie with her, and then let me alone to bang her.

85 Fred. I am ready to serve you in matters of Revenge, that has a double Pleasure in’t.

Blunt. Well said. You hear, little one, how you are condemn’d by publick Vote to the Bed within, there’s no resisting your Destiny, Sweetheart. [Pulls her.

Flor. Stay, Sir, I have seen you with _Belvile_, an _English_ Cavalier, for his sake use me kindly; you know how, Sir.

Blunt. _Belvile!_ why, yes, Sweeting, we do know _Belvile_, and wish he were with us now, he’s a Cormorant at Whore and Bacon, he’d have a Limb or two of thee, my Virgin Pullet: but ’tis no matter, we’ll leave him the Bones to pick.

Flor. Sir, if you have any Esteem for that _Belvile_, I conjure you to treat me with more Gentleness; he’ll thank you for the Justice.

Fred. Hark ye, _Blunt_, I doubt we are mistaken in this matter.

Flor. Sir, If you find me not worth _Belvile’s_ Care, use me as you please; and that you may think I merit better treatment than you threaten—pray take this Present— [Gives him a Ring: He looks on it.

Blunt. Hum—A Diamond! why, ’tis a wonderful Virtue now that lies in this Ring, a mollifying Virtue; adsheartlikins there’s more persuasive Rhetorick in’t, than all her Sex can utter.

Fred. I begin to suspect something; and ’twou’d anger us vilely to be truss’d up for a Rape upon a Maid of Quality, when we only believe we ruffle a Harlot.

Blunt. Thou art a credulous Fellow, but adsheartlikins I have no Faith yet; why, my Saint prattled as parlously as this does, she gave me a Bracelet too, a Devil on her: but I sent my Man to sell it to day for Necessaries, and it prov’d as counterfeit as her Vows of Love.

Fred. However let it reprieve her till we see _Belvile_.

Blunt. That’s hard, yet I will grant it.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. Oh, Sir, the Colonel is just come with his new 86 Friend and a _Spaniard_ of Quality, and talks of having you to Dinner with ’em.

Blunt. ’Dsheartlikins, I’m undon—I would not see ’em for the World: Harkye, _Fred_, lock up the Wench in your Chamber.

Fred. Fear nothing, Madam, whate’er he threatens, you’re safe whilst in my Hands. [Ex. _Fred._ and _Flor._

Blunt. And, Sirrah—upon your Life, say—I am not at home—or that I am asleep—or—or any thing—away—I’ll, prevent them coming this way. [Locks the Door and Exeunt.

## ACT V.

## Scene I. Blunt’s Chamber.

After a great knocking as at his Chamber-door, enter _Blunt_ softly, crossing the Stage in his Shirt and Drawers, as before.

_Ned, Ned Blunt, Ned Blunt._ [Call within.

Blunt. The Rogues are up in Arms, ’dsheartlikins, this villainous _Frederick_ has betray’d me, they have heard of my blessed Fortune.

_Ned Blunt, Ned, Ned_— [and knocking within.

Belv. Why, he’s dead, Sir, without dispute dead, he has not been seen to day; let’s break open the Door—here—Boy—

Blunt. Ha, break open the Door! ’dsheartlikins that mad Fellow will be as good as his word.

Belv. Boy, bring something to force the Door. [A great noise within at the Door again.

Blunt. So, now must I speak in my own Defence, I’ll try what Rhetorick will do—hold—hold, what do you mean, Gentlemen, what do you mean?

Belv. Oh Rogue, art alive? prithee open the Door, and convince us.

Blunt. Yes, I am alive, Gentlemen—but at present a little busy.

87 Belv. How! _Blunt_ grown a man of Business! come, come, open, and let’s see this Miracle. [within.

Blunt. No, no, no, no, Gentlemen, ’tis no great Business—but—I am—at—my Devotion,—’dsheartlikins, will you not allow a man time to pray?

Belv. Turn’d religious! a greater Wonder than the first, therefore open quickly, or we shall unhinge, we shall. [within.

Blunt. This won’t do—Why, hark ye, Colonel; to tell you the plain Truth, I am about a necessary Affair of Life.—I have a Wench with me—you apprehend me? the Devil’s in’t if they be so uncivil as to disturb me now.

Will. How, a Wench! Nay, then we must enter and partake; no Resistance,—unless it be your Lady of Quality, and then we’ll keep our distance.

Blunt. So, the Business is out.

Will. Come, come, lend more hands to the Door,—now heave altogether—so, well done, my Boys— [Breaks open the Door.

Enter _Belvile_, _Willmore_, _Fred._ _Pedro_ and _Belvile’s_ Page: _Blunt_ looks simply, they all laugh at him, he lays his hand on his Sword, and conies up to _Willmore_.

Blunt. Hark ye, Sir, laugh out your laugh quickly, d’ye hear, and be gone, I shall spoil your sport else; ’dsheartlikins, Sir, I shall—the Jest has been carried on too long,—a Plague upon my Taylor— [Aside.

Will. ’Sdeath, how the Whore has drest him! Faith, Sir, I’m sorry.

Blunt. Are you so, Sir? keep’t to your self then, Sir, I advise you, d’ye hear? for I can as little endure your Pity as his Mirth. [Lays his Hand on’s Sword.

Belv. Indeed, _Willmore_, thou wert a little too rough with _Ned Blunt’s_ Mistress; call a Person of Quality Whore, and one so young, so handsome, and so eloquent!—ha, ha, ha.

88 Blunt. Hark ye, Sir, you know me, and know I can be angry; have a care—for ’dsheartlikins I can fight too—I can, Sir,—do you mark me—no more.

Belv. Why so peevish, good _Ned?_ some Disappointments, I’ll warrant—What! did the jealous Count her Husband return just in the nick?

Blunt. Or the Devil, Sir,—d’ye laugh? [They laugh.] Look ye, settle me a good sober Countenance, and that quickly too, or you shall know _Ned Blunt_ is not—

Belv. Not every Body, we know that.

Blunt. Not an Ass, to be laught at, Sir.

Will. Unconscionable Sinner, to bring a Lover so near his Happiness, a vigorous passionate Lover, and then not only cheat him of his Moveables, but his Desires too.

Belv. Ah, Sir, a Mistress is a Trifle with _Blunt_, he’ll have a dozen the next time he looks abroad; his Eyes have Charms not to be resisted: There needs no more than to expose that taking Person to the view of the Fair, and he leads ’em all in Triumph.

Ped. Sir, tho I’m a stranger to you, I’m ashamed at the rudeness of my Nation; and could you learn who did it, would assist you to make an Example of ’em.

Blunt. Why, ay, there’s one speaks sense now, and handsomly; and let me tell you Gentlemen, I should not have shew’d my self like a Jack-Pudding, thus to have made you Mirth, but that I have revenge within my power; for know, I have got into my possession a Female, who had better have fallen under any Curse, than the Ruin I design her: ’dsheartlikins, she assaulted me here in my own Lodgings, and had doubtless committed a Rape upon me, had not this Sword defended me.

Fred. I knew not that, but o’ my Conscience thou hadst ravisht her, had she not redeem’d her self with a Ring—let’s see’t, _Blunt_. [_Blunt_ shews the Ring.

Belv. Hah!—the Ring I gave _Florinda_ when we exchang’d our Vows!—hark ye, _Blunt_— [Goes to whisper to him.

89 Will. No whispering, good Colonel, there’s a Woman in the case, no whispering.

Belv. Hark ye, Fool, be advis’d, and conceal both the Ring and the Story, for your Reputation’s sake; don’t let People know what despis’d Cullies we _English_ are: to be cheated and abus’d by one Whore, and another rather bribe thee than be kind to thee, is an Infamy to our Nation.

Will. Come, come, where’s the Wench? we’ll see her, let her be what she will, we’ll see her.

Ped. Ay, ay, let us see her, I can soon discover whether she be of Quality, or for your Diversion.

Blunt. She’s in _Fred’s_ Custody.

Will. Come, come, the Key. [To _Fred._ who gives him the Key, they are going.

Belv. Death! what shall I do?—stay, Gentlemen—yet if I hinder ’em, I shall discover all—hold, let’s go one at once—give me the Key.

Will. Nay, hold there, Colonel, I’ll go first.

Fred. Nay, no Dispute, _Ned_ and I have the property of her.

Will. Damn Property—then we’ll draw Cuts. [_Belv._ goes to whisper _Will._] Nay, no Corruption, good Colonel: come, the longest Sword carries her.— [They all draw, forgetting Don _Pedro_, being a Spaniard, had the longest.

Blunt. I yield up my Interest to you Gentlemen, and that will be Revenge sufficient.

Will. The Wench is yours— (To _Ped._) Pox of his _Toledo_, I had forgot that.

Fred. Come, Sir, I’ll conduct you to the Lady. [Ex. _Fred._ and _Ped._

Belv. To hinder him will certainly discover— [Aside.] Dost know, dull Beast, what Mischief thou hast done? [_Will._ walking up and down out of Humour.

Will. Ay, ay, to trust our Fortune to Lots, a Devil on’t, ’twas madness, that’s the Truth on’t.

90 Belv. Oh intolerable Sot!

Enter _Florinda_, running masqu’d, _Pedro_ after her, _Will._ gazing round her.

Flor. Good Heaven, defend me from discovery. [Aside.

Pedro. ’Tis but in vain to fly me, you are fallen to my Lot.

Belv. Sure she is undiscover’d yet, but now I fear there is no way to bring her off.

Will. Why, what a Pox is not this my Woman, the same I follow’d but now?

[_Ped._ talking to _Florinda_, who walks up and down.

Ped. As if I did not know ye, and your Business here.

Flor. Good Heaven! I fear he does indeed— [Aside.

Ped. Come, pray be kind, I know you meant to be so when you enter’d here, for these are proper Gentlemen.

Will. But, Sir—perhaps the Lady will not be impos’d upon, she’ll chuse her Man.

Ped. I am better bred, than not to leave her Choice free.

Enter _Valeria_, and is surprized at the Sight of Don _Pedro_.

Val. Don _Pedro_ here! there’s no avoiding him. [Aside.

Flor. _Valeria!_ then I’m undone— [Aside.

Val. Oh! have I found you, Sir— [To _Pedro_, running to him.] —The strangest Accident—if I had breath—to tell it.

Ped. Speak—is _Florinda_ safe? _Hellena_ well?

Val. Ay, ay, Sir—_Florinda_—is safe—from any fears of you.

Ped. Why, where’s _Florinda?_—speak.

Val. Ay, where indeed, Sir? I wish I could inform you,—But to hold you no longer in doubt—

Flor. Oh, what will she say! [Aside.

Val. She’s fled away in the Habit of one of her Pages, Sir—but _Callis_ thinks you may retrieve her yet, if you make haste away; she’ll tell you, Sir, the rest—if you can find her out. [Aside.

91 Ped. Dishonourable Girl, she has undone my Aim—Sir—you see my necessity of leaving you, and I hope you’ll pardon it: my Sister, I know, will make her flight to you; and if she do, I shall expect she should be render’d back.

Belv. I shall consult my Love and Honour, Sir. [Ex. _Ped._

Flor. My dear Preserver, let me imbrace thee. [To _Val._

Will. What the Devil’s all this?

Blunt. Mystery by this Light.

Val. Come, come, make haste and get your selves married quickly, for your Brother will return again.

Belv. I am so surpriz’d with Fears and Joys, so amaz’d to find you here in safety, I can scarce persuade my Heart into a Faith of what I see—

Will. Harkye, Colonel, is this that Mistress who has cost you so many Sighs, and me so many Quarrels with you?

Belv. It is—Pray give him the Honour of your Hand. [To _Flor._

Will. Thus it must be receiv’d then. [Kneels and kisses her Hand.] And with it give your Pardon too.

Flor. The Friend to _Belvile_ may command me anything.

Will. Death, wou’d I might, ’tis a surprizing Beauty. [Aside.

Belv. Boy, run and fetch a Father instantly. [Ex. _Boy_.

Fred. So, now do I stand like a Dog, and have not a Syllable to plead my own Cause with: by this Hand, Madam, I was never thorowly confounded before, nor shall I ever more dare look up with Confidence, till you are pleased to pardon me.

Flor. Sir, I’ll be reconcil’d to you on one Condition, that you’ll follow the Example of your Friend, in marrying a Maid that does not hate you, and whose Fortune (I believe) will not be unwelcome to you.

Fred. Madam, had I no Inclinations that way, I shou’d obey your kind Commands.

92 Belv. Who, _Fred._ marry; he has so few Inclinations for Womankind, that had he been possest of Paradise, he might have continu’d there to this Day, if no Crime but Love cou’d have disinherited him.

Fred. Oh, I do not use to boast of my Intrigues.

Belv. Boast! why thou do’st nothing but boast; and I dare swear, wer’t thou as innocent from the Sin of the Grape, as thou art from the Apple, thou might’st yet claim that right in _Eden_ which our first Parents lost by too much loving.

Fred. I wish this Lady would think me so modest a Man.

Val. She shou’d be sorry then, and not like you half so well, and I shou’d be loth to break my Word with you; which was, That if your Friend and mine are agreed, it shou’d be a Match between you and I. [She gives him her Hand.

Fred. Bear witness, Colonel, ’tis a Bargain. [Kisses her Hand.

Blunt. I have a Pardon to beg too; but adsheartlikins I am so out of Countenance, that I am a Dog if I can say any thing to purpose. [To _Florinda_.

Flor. Sir, I heartily forgive you all.

Blunt. That’s nobly said, sweet Lady—_Belvile_, prithee present her her Ring again, for I find I have not Courage to approach her my self. [Gives him the Ring, he gives it to _Florinda_.

Enter _Boy_.

Boy. Sir, I have brought the Father that you sent for.

Belv. ’Tis well, and now my dear _Florinda_, let’s fly to compleat that mighty Joy we have so long wish’d and sigh’d for.—Come, _Fred._ you’ll follow?

Fred. Your Example, Sir,’twas ever my Ambition in War, and must be so in Love.

Will. And must not I see this juggling Knot ty’d?

Belv. No, thou shalt do us better Service, and be our 93 Guard, lest Don _Pedro’s_ sudden Return interrupt the Ceremony.

Will. Content; I’ll secure this Pass. [Ex. _Bel._ _Flor._ _Fred._ and _Val._

Enter _Boy_.

Boy. Sir, there’s a Lady without wou’d speak to you. [To _Will._

Will. Conduct her in, I dare not quit my Post.

Boy. And, Sir, your Taylor waits you in your Chamber.

Blunt. Some comfort yet, I shall not dance naked at the Wedding. [Ex. _Blunt_ and _Boy_.

Enter again the Boy, conducting in _Angelica_ in a masquing Habit and a Vizard, _Will._ runs to her.

Will. This can be none but my pretty Gipsy—Oh, I see you can follow as well as fly—Come, confess thy self the most malicious Devil in Nature, you think you have done my Bus’ness with _Angelica_—

Ang. Stand off, base Villain— [She draws a Pistol and holds to his Breast.

Will. Hah, ’tis not she: who art thou? and what’s thy Business?

Ang. One thou hast injur’d, and who comes to kill thee for’t.

Will. What the Devil canst thou mean?

Ang. By all my Hopes to kill thee— [Holds still the Pistol to his Breast, he going back, she following still.

Will. Prithee on what Acquaintance? for I know thee not.

Ang. Behold this Face!—so lost to thy Remembrance! And then call all thy Sins about thy Soul, And let them die with thee. [Pulls off her Vizard.

Will. _Angelica!_

Ang. Yes, Traitor. Does not thy guilty Blood run shivering thro thy Veins? 94 Hast thou no Horrour at this Sight, that tells thee, Thou hast not long to boast thy shameful Conquest?

Will. Faith, no Child, my Blood keeps its old Ebbs and Flows still, and that usual Heat too, that cou’d oblige thee with a Kindness, had I but opportunity.

Ang. Devil! dost wanton with my Pain—have at thy Heart.

Will. Hold, dear Virago! hold thy Hand a little, I am not now at leisure to be kill’d—hold and hear me—Death, I think she’s in earnest. [Aside.

Ang. Oh if I take not heed, My coward Heart will leave me to his Mercy. [Aside, turning from him. —What have you, Sir, to say?—but should I hear thee, Thoud’st talk away all that is brave about me: [Follows him with the Pistol to his Breast. And I have vow’d thy Death, by all that’s sacred.

Will. Why, then there’s an end of a proper handsom Fellow, that might have liv’d to have done good Service yet:—That’s all I can say to’t.

Ang. Yet—I wou’d give thee—time for Penitence. [Pausingly.

Will. Faith, Child, I thank God, I have ever took care to lead a good, sober, hopeful Life, and am of a Religion that teaches me to believe, I shall depart in Peace.

Ang. So will the Devil: tell me How many poor believing Fools thou hast undone; How many Hearts thou hast betray’d to ruin! — Yet these are little Mischiefs to the Ills Thou’st taught mine to commit: thou’st taught it Love.

Will. Egad, ’twas shreudly hurt the while.

Ang. —Love, that has robb’d it of its Unconcern, Of all that Pride that taught me how to value it, And in its room a mean submissive Passion was convey’d, That made me humbly bow, which I ne’er did To any thing but Heaven. 95 —Thou, perjur’d Man, didst this, and with thy Oaths, Which on thy Knees thou didst devoutly make, Soften’d my yielding Heart—And then, I was a Slave— Yet still had been content to’ve worn my Chains, Worn ’em with Vanity and Joy for ever, Hadst thou not broke those Vows that put them on. —’Twas then I was undone. [All this while follows him with a Pistol to his Breast.

Will. Broke my Vows! why, where hast thou lived? Amongst the Gods! For I never heard of mortal Man, That has not broke a thousand Vows.

Ang. Oh, Impudence!

Will. _Angelica!_ that Beauty has been too long tempting, Not to have made a thousand Lovers languish, Who in the amorous Favour, no doubt have sworn Like me; did they all die in that Faith? still adoring? I do not think they did.

Ang. No, faithless Man: had I repaid their Vows, as I did thine, I wou’d have kill’d the ungrateful that had abandon’d me.

Will. This old General has quite spoil’d thee, nothing makes a Woman so vain, as being flatter’d; your old Lover ever supplies the Defects of Age, with intolerable Dotage, vast Charge, and that which you call Constancy; and attributing all this to your own Merits, you domineer, and throw your Favours in’s Teeth, upbraiding him still with the Defects of Age, and cuckold him as often as he deceives your Expectations. But the gay, young, brisk Lover, that brings his equal Fires, and can give you Dart for Dart, he’ll be as nice as you sometimes.

Ang. All this thou’st made me know, for which I hate thee. Had I remain’d in innocent Security, I shou’d have thought all Men were born my Slaves; And worn my Pow’r like Lightning in my Eyes, To have destroy’d at Pleasure when offended. 96 —But when Love held the Mirror, the undeceiving Glass Reflected all the Weakness of my Soul, and made me know, My richest Treasure being lost, my Honour, All the remaining Spoil cou’d not be worth The Conqueror’s Care or Value. —Oh how I fell like a long worship’d Idol, Discovering all the Cheat! Wou’d not the Incense and rich Sacrifice, Which blind Devotion offer’d at my Altars, Have fall’n to thee? Why woud’st thou then destroy my fancy’d Power?

Will. By Heaven thou art brave, and I admire thee strangely. I wish I were that dull, that constant thing, Which thou woud’st have, and Nature never meant me: I must, like chearful Birds, sing in all Groves, And perch on every Bough, Billing the next kind She that flies to meet me; Yet after all cou’d build my Nest with thee, Thither repairing when I’d lov’d my round, And still reserve a tributary Flame. —To gain your Credit, I’ll pay you back your Charity, And be oblig’d for nothing but for Love. [Offers her a Purse of Gold.

Ang. Oh that thou wert in earnest! So mean a Thought of me, Wou’d turn my Rage to Scorn, and I shou’d pity thee, And give thee leave to live; Which for the publick Safety of our Sex, And my own private Injuries, I dare not do. Prepare— [Follows still, as before. —I will no more be tempted with Replies.

Will. Sure—

Ang. Another Word will damn thee! I’ve heard thee talk too long. [She follows him with a Pistol ready to shoot: he retires still amaz’d.

97 Enter Don _Antonio_, his Arm in a Scarf, and lays hold on the Pistol.

Ant. Hah! _Angelica!_

Ang. _Antonio!_ What Devil brought thee hither?

Ant. Love and Curiosity, seeing your Coach at Door. Let me disarm you of this unbecoming Instrument of Death.— [Takes away the Pistol.] Amongst the Number of your Slaves, was there not one worthy the Honour to have fought your Quarrel?

—Who are you, Sir, that are so very wretched To merit Death from her?

Will. One, Sir, that cou’d have made a better End of an amorous Quarrel without you, than with you.

Ant. Sure ’tis some Rival—hah—the very Man took down her Picture yesterday—the very same that set on me last night—Blest opportunity— [Offers to shoot him.

Ang. Hold, you’re mistaken, Sir.

Ant. By Heaven the very same! —Sir, what pretensions have you to this Lady?

Will. Sir, I don’t use to be examin’d, and am ill at all Disputes but this— [Draws, _Anton._ offers to shoot.

Ang. Oh, hold! you see he’s arm’d with certain Death: [To _Will._ —And you, _Antonio_, I command you hold, By all the Passion you’ve so lately vow’d me.

Enter Don _Pedro_, sees Antonio, and stays.

Ped. Hah, _Antonio!_ and _Angelica!_ [Aside.

Ant. When I refuse Obedience to your Will, May you destroy me with your mortal Hate. By all that’s Holy I adore you so, That even my Rival, who has Charms enough To make him fall a Victim to my Jealousy, Shall live, nay, and have leave to love on still.

Ped. What’s this I hear? [Aside.

Ang. Ah thus, ’twas thus he talk’d, and I believ’d. [Pointing to _Will._ 98 —_Antonio_, yesterday, I’d not have sold my Interest in his Heart, For all the Sword has won and lost in Battle. —But now to show my utmost of Contempt, I give thee Life—which if thou would’st preserve, Live where my Eyes may never see thee more, Live to undo some one, whose Soul may prove So bravely constant to revenge my Love. [Goes out, _Ant._ follows, but _Ped._ pulls him back.

Ped. _Antonio_—stay.

Ant. Don _Pedro_—

Ped. What Coward Fear was that prevented thee From meeting me this Morning on the _Molo?_

Ant. Meet thee?

Ped. Yes me; I was the Man that dar’d thee to’t.

Ant. Hast thou so often seen me fight in War, To find no better Cause to excuse my Absence? —I sent my Sword and one to do thee Right, Finding my self uncapable to use a Sword.

Ped. But ’twas _Florinda’s_ Quarrel that we fought, And you to shew how little you esteem’d her, Sent me your Rival, giving him your Interest. —But I have found the Cause of this Affront, But when I meet you fit for the Dispute, —I’ll tell you my Resentment.

Ant. I shall be ready, Sir, e’er long to do you Reason. [Exit _Ant._

Ped. If I cou’d find _Florinda_, now whilst my Anger’s high, I think I shou’d be kind, and give her to _Belvile_ in Revenge.

Will. Faith, Sir, I know not what you wou’d do, but I believe the Priest within has been so kind.

Ped. How! my Sister married?

Will. I hope by this time she is, and bedded too, or he has not my longings about him.

Ped. Dares he do thus? Does he not fear my Pow’r?

99 Will. Faith not at all. If you will go in, and thank him for the Favour he has done your Sister, so; if not, Sir, my Power’s greater in this House than yours; I have a damn’d surly Crew here, that will keep you till the next Tide, and then clap you an board my Prize; my Ship lies but a League off the _Molo_, and we shall show your Donship a damn’d _Tramontana_ Rover’s Trick.

Enter _Belvile_.

Belv. This Rogue’s in some new Mischief—hah, _Pedro_ return’d!

Ped. Colonel _Belvile_, I hear you have married my Sister.

Belv. You have heard truth then, Sir.

Ped. Have I so? then, Sir, I wish you Joy.

Belv. How!

Ped. By this Embrace I do, and I glad on’t.

Belv. Are you in earnest?

Ped. By our long Friendship and my Obligations to thee, I am. The sudden Change I’ll give you Reasons for anon. Come lead me into my Sister, that she may know I now approve her Choice. [Exit _Bel._ with _Ped._

[_Will._ goes to follow them. Enter _Hellena_ as before in Boy’s Clothes, and pulls him back.

Will. Ha! my Gipsy—Now a thousand Blessings on thee for this Kindness. Egad, Child, I was e’en in despair of ever seeing thee again; my Friends are all provided for within, each Man his kind Woman.

Hell. Hah! I thought they had serv’d me some such Trick.

Will. And I was e’en resolv’d to go aboard, condemn my self to my lone Cabin, and the Thoughts of thee.

Hell. And cou’d you have left me behind? wou’d you have been so ill-natur’d?

Will. Why, ’twou’d have broke my Heart, Child—but since we are met again, I defy foul Weather to part us.

Hell. And wou’d you be a faithful Friend now, if a Maid shou’d trust you?

100 Will. For a Friend I cannot promise, thou art of a Form so excellent, a Face and Humour too good for cold dull Friendship; I am parlously afraid of being in love, Child, and you have not forgot how severely you have us’d me.

Hell. That’s all one, such Usage you must still look for, to find out all your Haunts, to rail at you to all that love you, till I have made you love only me in your own Defence, because no body else will love.

Will. But hast thou no better Quality to recommend thy self by?

Hell. Faith none, Captain—Why, ’twill be the greater Charity to take me for thy Mistress, I am a lone Child, a kind of Orphan Lover; and why I shou’d die a Maid, and in a Captain’s Hands too, I do not understand.

Will. Egad, I was never claw’d away with Broad-Sides from any Female before, thou hast one Virtue I adore, good-Nature; I hate a coy demure Mistress, she’s as troublesome as a Colt, I’ll break none; no, give me a mad Mistress when mew’d, and in flying on[e] I dare trust upon the Wing, that whilst she’s kind will come to the Lure.

Hell. Nay, as kind as you will, good Captain, whilst it lasts, but let’s lose no time.

Will. My time’s as precious to me, as thine can be; therefore, dear Creature, since we are so well agreed, let’s retire to my Chamber, and if ever thou were treated with such savory Love—Come—My Bed’s prepar’d for such a Guest, all clean and sweet as thy fair self; I love to steal a Dish and a Bottle with a Friend, and hate long Graces—Come, let’s retire and fall to.

Hell. ’Tis but getting my Consent, and the Business is soon done; let but old Gaffer _Hymen_ and his Priest say Amen to’t, and I dare lay my Mother’s Daughter by as proper a Fellow as your Father’s Son, without fear or blushing.

Will. Hold, hold, no Bugg Words, Child, Priest and _Hymen_: prithee add Hangman to ’em to make up the Consort—No, no, we’ll have no Vows but Love, Child, 101 nor Witness but the Lover; the kind Diety injoins naught but love and enjoy. _Hymen_ and Priest wait still upon Portion, and Joynture; Love and Beauty have their own Ceremonies. Marriage is as certain a Bane to Love, as lending Money is to Friendship: I’ll neither ask nor give a Vow, tho I could be content to turn Gipsy, and become a Left-hand Bridegroom, to have the Pleasure of working that great Miracle of making a Maid a Mother, if you durst venture; ’tis upse Gipsy that, and if I miss, I’ll lose my Labour.

Hell. And if you do not lose, what shall I get? A Cradle full of Noise and Mischief, with a Pack of Repentance at my Back? Can you teach me to weave Incle to pass my time with? ’Tis upse Gipsy that too.

Will. I can teach thee to weave a true Love’s Knot better.

Hell. So can my Dog.

Will. Well, I see we are both upon our Guard, and I see there’s no way to conquer good Nature, but by yielding—here—give me thy Hand—one Kiss and I am thine—

Hell. One Kiss! How like my Page he speaks; I am resolv’d you shall have none, for asking such a sneaking Sum—He that will be satisfied with one Kiss, will never die of that Longing; good Friend single-Kiss, is all your talking come to this? A Kiss, a Caudle! farewel, Captain single-Kiss. [Going out he stays her.

Will. Nay, if we part so, let me die like a Bird upon a Bough, at the Sheriff’s Charge. By Heaven, both the _Indies_ shall not buy thee from me. I adore thy Humour and will marry thee, and we are so of one Humour, it must be a Bargain—give me thy Hand— [Kisses her hand.] And now let the blind ones (Love and Fortune) do their worst.

Hell. Why, God-a-mercy, Captain!

Will. But harkye—The Bargain is now made; but is it not fit we should know each other’s Names? That when 102 we have Reason to curse one another hereafter, and People ask me who ’tis I give to the Devil, I may at least be able to tell what Family you came of.

Hell. Good reason, Captain; and where I have cause, (as I doubt not but I shall have plentiful) that I may know at whom to throw my—Blessings—I beseech ye your Name.

Will. I am call’d _Robert the Constant_.

Hell. A very fine Name! pray was it your Faulkner or Butler that christen’d you? Do they not use to whistle when then call you?

Will. I hope you have a better, that a Man may name without crossing himself, you are so merry with mine.

Hell. I am call’d _Hellena the Inconstant_.

Enter _Pedro_, _Belvile_, _Florinda_, _Fred_. _Valeria_.

Ped. Hah! _Hellena!_

Flor. _Hellena!_

Hell. The very same—hah my Brother! now, Captain, shew your Love and Courage; stand to your Arms, and defend me bravely, or I am lost for ever.

Ped. What’s this I hear? false Girl, how came you hither, and what’s your Business? Speak. [Goes roughly to her.

Will. Hold off, Sir, you have leave to parly only. [Puts himself between.

Hell. I had e’en as good tell it, as you guess it. Faith, Brother, my Business is the same with all living Creatures of my Age, to love, and be loved, and here’s the Man.

Ped. Perfidious Maid, hast thou deceiv’d me too, deceiv’d thy self and Heaven?

Hell. ’Tis time enough to make my Peace with that: Be you but kind, let me alone with Heaven.

Ped. _Belvile_, I did not expect this false Play from you; was’t not enough you’d gain _Florinda_ (which I pardon’d) but your leud Friends too must be inrich’d with the Spoils of a noble Family?

103 Belv. Faith, Sir, I am as much surpriz’d at this as you can be: Yet, Sir, my Friends are Gentlemen, and ought to be esteem’d for their Misfortunes, since they have the Glory to suffer with the best of Men and Kings; ’tis true, he’s a Rover of Fortune, yet a Prince aboard his little wooden World.

Ped. What’s this to the maintenance of a Woman or her Birth and Quality?

Will. Faith, Sir, I can boast of nothing but a Sword which does me Right where-e’er I come, and has defended a worse Cause than a Woman’s: and since I lov’d her before I either knew her Birth or Name, I must pursue my Resolution, and marry her.

Ped. And is all your holy Intent of becoming a Nun debauch’d into a Desire of Man?

Hell. Why—I have consider’d the matter, Brother, and find the Three hundred thousand Crowns my Uncle left me (and you cannot keep from me) will be better laid out in Love than in Religion, and turn to as good an Account—let most Voices carry it, for Heaven or the Captain?

All cry, a Captain, a Captain.

Hell. Look ye, Sir,’tis a clear Case.

Ped. Oh I am mad—if I refuse, my Life’s in Danger— [Aside.] —Come—There’s one motive induces me—take her—I shall now be free from the fear of her Honour; guard it you now, if you can, I have been a Slave to’t long enough. [Gives her to him.

Will. Faith, Sir, I am of a Nation, that are of opinion a Woman’s Honour is not worth guarding when she has a mind to part with it.

Hell. Well said, Captain.

Ped. This was your Plot, Mistress, but I hope you have married one that will revenge my Quarrel to you— [To _Valeria_.

Val. There’s no altering Destiny, Sir.

104 Ped. Sooner than a Woman’s Will, therefore I forgive you all—and wish you may get my Father’s Pardon as easily; which I fear.

Enter _Blunt_ drest in a _Spanish_ Habit, looking very ridiculously; his Man adjusting his Band.

Man. ’Tis very well, Sir.

Blunt. Well, Sir, ’dsheartlikins I tell you ’tis damnable ill, Sir—a Spanish Habit, good Lord! cou’d the Devil and my Taylor devise no other Punishment for me, but the Mode of a Nation I abominate?

Belv. What’s the matter, _Ned?_

Blunt. Pray view me round, and judge— [Turns round.

Belv. I must confess thou art a kind of an odd Figure.

Blunt. In a Spanish Habit with a Vengeance! I had rather be in the Inquisition for Judaism, than in this Doublet and Breeches; a Pillory were an easy Collar to this, three Handfuls high; and these Shoes too are worse than the Stocks, with the Sole an Inch shorter than my Foot: In fine, Gentlemen, methinks I look altogether like a Bag of Bays stuff’d full of Fools Flesh.

Belv. Methinks ’tis well, and makes thee look _en Cavalier:_ Come, Sir, settle your Face, and salute our Friends, Lady—

Blunt. Hah! Say’st thou so, my little Rover? [To _Hell._] Lady—(if you be one) give me leave to kiss your Hand, and tell you, adsheartlikins, for all I look so, I am your humble Servant—A Pox of my _Spanish_ Habit.

Will. Hark—what’s this? [Musick is heard to Play.

Enter _Boy_.

Boy. Sir, as the Custom is, the gay People in Masquerade, who make every Man’s House their own, are coming up.

Enter several Men and Women in masquing Habits, with Musick, they put themselves in order and dance.

Blunt. Adsheartlikins, wou’d ’twere lawful to pull off their false Faces, that I might see if my Doxy were not amongst ’em.

105 Belv. Ladies and Gentlemen, since you are come so _a propos_, you must take a small Collation with us. [To the Masquers.

Will. Whilst we’ll to the Good Man within, who stays to give us a Cast of his Office. [To _Hell._ —Have you no trembling at the near approach?

Hell. No more than you have in an Engagement or a Tempest.

Will. Egad, thou’rt a brave Girl, and I admire thy Love and Courage.

Lead on, no other Dangers they can dread, Who venture in the Storms o’th’ Marriage-Bed. [Exeunt.

EPILOGUE

The banisht Cavaliers! a Roving Blade! A popish Carnival! a Masquerade! The Devil’s in’t if this will please the Nation, In these our blessed Times of Reformation, When Conventicling is so much in Fashion. And yet— That mutinous Tribe less Factions do beget, Than your continual differing in Wit; Your Judgment’s (as your Passions) a Disease: Nor Muse nor Miss your Appetite can please; You’re grown as nice as queasy Consciences, Whose each Convulsion, when the Spirit moves, Damns every thing that Maggot disapproves.

With canting Rule you wou’d the Stage refine, And to dull Method all our Sense confine. With th’ Insolence of Common-wealths you rule, Where each gay Fop, and politick brave Fool, On Monarch Wit impose without controul. As for the last who seldom sees a Play, Unless it be the old Black-Fryers way, 106 Shaking his empty Noddle o’er _Bamboo_, He crys—Good Faith, these Plays will never do. —Ah, Sir, in my young days, what lofty Wit, What high-strain’d Scenes of Fighting there were writ: These are slight airy Toys. But tell me, pray, What has the _House of Commons_ done to day? Then shews his Politicks, to let you see Of State Affairs he’ll judge as notably, As he can do of Wit and Poetry.

The younger Sparks, who hither do resort, Cry— Pox o’ your gentle things, give us more Sport; —Damn me, I’m sure ’twill never please the Court.

Such Fops are never pleas’d, unless the Play Be stuff’d with Fools, as brisk and dull as they: Such might the Half-Crown spare, and in a Glass At home behold a more accomplisht Ass, Where they may set their Cravats, Wigs and Faces, And practice all their Buffoonry Grimaces; See how this—Huff becomes—this Dammy—flare— Which they at home may act, because they dare, But—must with prudent Caution do elsewhere. Oh that our _Nokes_, or _Tony Lee_ could show A Fop but half so much to th’ Life as you.

107

POST-SCRIPT

THIS Play had been sooner in Print, but for a Report about the Town (made by some either very Malitious or very Ignorant) that ’twas _Thomaso_ altered; which made the Book-sellers fear some trouble from the Proprietor of that Admirable Play, which indeed has Wit enough to stock a Poet, and is not to be piec’t or mended by any but the Excellent Author himself; That I have stol’n some hints from it may be a proof, that I valu’d it more than to pretend to alter it: had I had the Dexterity of some Poets who are not more expert in stealing than in the Art of Concealing, and who even that way out-do the _Spartan-_Boys I might have appropriated all to myself, but I, vainly proud of my Judgment hang out the Sign of Angelica (the only Stol’n Object) to give Notice where a great part of the Wit dwelt; though if the Play of the _Novella_ were as well worth remembring as _Thomaso_, they might (bating the Name) have as well said, I took it from thence: I will only say the Plot and Bus’ness (not to boast on’t) is my own: as for the Words and Characters, I leave the Reader to judge and compare ’em with _Thomaso_, to whom I recommend the great Entertainment of reading it, tho’ had this succeeded ill, I shou’d have had no need of imploring that Justice from the Critics, who are naturally so kind to any that pretend to usurp their Dominion, they wou’d doubtless have given me the whole Honour on’t. Therefore I will only say in _English_ what the famous _Virgil_ does in Latin: _I make Verses and others have the Fame_.

429

Notes on the Text.

Rover I.

Dramatis Personæ

p. 9 _Diego, Page to Don Antonio._ Neither 4tos nor 1724 give the page’s name, but it is furnished by the stage direction Act ii. I, p. 32. I have added Hellena’s page, Belvile’s page, and Blunt’s man to the list as it appears in 4tos and 1724.

p. 9 _Angelica._ 4tos give ‘Angellica’ throughout. I have retained 1724 ‘Angelica’ as more correct.

## Act I: Scene i

p. 12, l. 5 _my things._ 1724 misprints ‘methinks’.

## Act I: Scene ii

p. 17, l. 14 _as those which ..._ 4to 1677 prints this as a separate line of blank verse. 4to 1709 italicizes it.

p. 23, l. 12 _She often passes ..._ 4to 1709 puts this stage direction before Blunt’s speech.

p. 24, l. 18 _Ex. all the Women._ I have added ‘except Lucetta’ as she is individually directed to make her exit with Blunt later and not at this point.

## Act II: Scene i

p. 32, l. 23 _Pedro. Ha!_ 1724 omits.

p. 32, l. 28 _aside._ 1724 omits.

p. 35, l. 33 _his shirt bloody._ 1724 gives ‘their shirts’ but 4tos, more correctly, ‘his shirt’. It is only Willmore who has been wounded.

## Act II: Scene ii

p. 38, l. 6 _high i’ th’ Mouth._ 1724, 1735 misprint ‘Month’.

p. 39, l. 8 _This last reserve._ 1724 omits ‘reserve’.

p. 39, l. 10 _by me._ 1724 omits the repetition of ‘by me’.

p. 39, l. 14 _cure._ 1724 misprints ‘curse’.

p. 40, l. 9 _Thou art a brave Fellow._ 1724 prints this speech as prose but the 4tos, which I have followed, divide metrically.

## Act III: Scene i

p. 44, l. 1 _Thou wou’t._ 4to 1677. 1724 wrongly reads ‘won’t’. 1735 ‘Thou’lt’.

p. 45, l. 8 _ago._ 4to 1677. 1724 misprints ‘go’.

p. 47, l. 26 _starts._ 4tos read ‘stares’ but I retain 1724 ‘starts’ as more appropriate.

p. 47, l. 31 _Expect!_ 1724 gives this speech as prose. I follow metrical division of 4tos.

p. 49, l. 16 _rally._ 1724 misprints ‘railly’.

p. 52, l. 5 _Exeunt._ 1724 omits this necessary stage direction.

## Act III: Scene ii

p. 52, l. 31 _Exit._ 1724 misprints ‘aside’.

p. 53, l. 5 _Enter Sancho._ 4tos, but misprint after Sancho’s speech. 1724 omits, but misprints an ‘exit Sancho’, and gives ‘exit’ after Blunt’s speech instead of ‘exeunt’.

## Act III: Scene iia

p. 54, l. 9 _Pimps!_ 1724 ‘Imps’.

p. 55, l. 12 _sheer._ 4to 1677. 4to 1709 and 1724 read wrongly ‘share’.

## Act IV: Scene i

p. 64, l. 4 _Ant._ 4to 1677 wrongly gives this speech to Belvile. 4to 1709 and ed. 1724 assign it correctly.

430 p. 64, l. 14 _That Opinion._ 1724 prints this speech as prose. I follow metrical division of 4tos.

## Act IV: Scene ii

p. 65, l. 4 _Aside._ 4to 1677. 1724 and 1735 omit this stage direction.

p. 65, l. 11 _Masquing Habit._ 1724, 1735, ‘Masque habit’.

p. 66, l. 2 _If you strike._ 1724, 1735 omit this line.

p. 66, l. 21 _Belv. Love Florinda!_ 4tos give this speech as prose. 1724 metrically.

p. 67, l. 35 _Fred.— ’tis he— _ 1724 and 1735 mistaking ‘Fred.’ for speech-prefix give this line to Frederick.

p. 68, l. 1 _Belv. Vizard ..._ 1724, 1735, read ‘Vizard falls out on’s Hand.’

p. 68, l. 13 _Nay, an you ..._ 4tos and 1724, print as prose. This speech is obviously metrical.

p. 69, l. 17 _I am all Rage!_ 4to 1677 divides metrically. 1724 prints as prose.

p. 71, l. 26 _unconstant._ 1724, 1735 ‘inconstant’.

p. 73, l. 23 _Aside._ 4tos omit this necessary stage direction.

p. 73, l. 24 _Now I perceive._ 1724 prints this as prose. 4tos metrically.

p. 75, l. 12 _So, you have made ..._ 1724, 1735 prose. 4tos metrically.

p. 76, l. 16 _You are mistaken._ 1724, 1735 prose. 4tos metrically.

p. 76, l. 20 _continence._ 1724 misprints ‘continuance’.

p. 76, l. 23 _Will._ 1677 misprinting, omits this speech-prefix.

p. 77, l. 8 _has Wit._ 1724 misprints ‘Whas it’.

## Act IV: Scene iii

p. 79, l. 20 _A Woman!_ 1724 omits ‘A’.

p. 80, l. 16 _the Rogue._ 1724 omits ‘the’.

## Act IV: Scene iiib

p. 82, l. 14 _He starts up._ 1677 4to misprints ‘she’.

p. 84, l. 18 _dexterous._ 1724 misprints ‘dexetrous’. 1735 ‘dextrous’.

p. 86, l. 10 _Exeunt._ 1724 wrongly ‘exit’.

## Act V: Scene i

p. 86, l. 12 _Blunt’s Chamber._ 4tos ‘Chamber’. 1724, 1735, ‘Room’.

p. 86, l. 13 _as at his Chamber-door._ 1724, 1735, omit ‘as’.

p. 87, l. 20 _and Belvile’s Page._ I have added this entrance which 4tos and 1724 omit, as late in the scene an exit is marked for the page.

p. 97, l. 3 _Hah! Angelica!_ 4to 1677 mistakenly marks this speech before the stage direction.

p. 97, l. 4 _What Devil._ 1724, 1735 ‘What the Devil’, which weakens the whole passage.

p. 107 _Post-Script._ This is only given in the first 4to (1677).

438 Notes: Critical And Explanatory.

Rover I.

Prologue

p. 7 _Rabel’s Drops._ Monsieur Rabell, as he is sometimes termed, was a famous empiric of the day. A description of his medicaments may be found in ‘_Pharmacopoeia Bateana_; or, Bate’s Dispensatory. Edited by William Salmon, London, 1700.’ Rabell’s name occurs on the title-page of this book, and in Section VI of the Preface Rabell’s ‘Styptick Drops’ are alluded to as having been added to the recipes found in the original volume by G. Bate. An account of the manufacture and use of this particular remedy appears in the same volume, Lib. I, chap. x, under ‘Sal Stypticum Rabelli’. Salmon, who edited this pharmacopoeia, was himself an irregular practitioner of some notoriety. He took part in the great controversy with the doctors which raged about 1698 and earlier. He finds a sorry place in Garth’s _Dispensary_, canto III, l. 6, wherein his works are alluded to as ‘blessed opiates’.

p. 8 _Cits in May-day Coaches._ On May-day it was the custom for all sorts and conditions of persons and pleasure parties to visit Hyde Park in coaches or at least on horse-back, cf. Pepys _Diary_, 1 May, 1663: ‘We all took horse, and I ... rode, with some trouble, through the fields, and then Holborn, etc., towards Hyde Park, whither all the world, I think, are going; ... there being people of all sorts in coaches there, to some thousands.... By and by ... I rode home, coaches going in great crowds to the further end of the town almost.’

Dramatis Personæ

p. 9 _Sancho, Pimp to Lucetta. Mr. John Lee._ There were at this time two actors and two actresses of the name Lee, Leigh, who, especially in view of the eclectic spelling of seventeenth-century proper names, need to be carefully distinguished. John Lee, who appeared in the small rôle of Sancho and also took the equally unimportant part of Sebastian in _Abdelazer_ this same year, had, according to Downes, joined the Duke’s Company about 1670. He never rose above an entirely insignificant line, and we find him cast as Alexas in Pordage’s _Herod and Mariamne_, 1673; Titiro in Settle’s _Pastor Fido_, 1676; Pedro in Porter’s _The French Conjurer_, and Noddy in _The Counterfeit Bridegroom_, 1677. He was, it is almost certain, the husband of the famous Mrs. Mary Lee. Downes’ entry runs as follows: ‘_Note_, About the year 1670, Mrs. _Aldridge_, after Mrs. _Lee_, after Lady _Slingsby_, also Mrs. _Leigh_ Wife, Mr. _John Lee_, Mr. _Crosby_, Mrs. _Johnson_, were entertain’d in the Dukes House.’ There is of course some confusion here. Antony Leigh, it may be noted, is not mentioned in the _Roscius Anglicanus_ for another three years to come (1673), and there can be little doubt that the above passage should read ‘also Mrs. Leigh’s [Lee’s] husband, Mr John Lee’. If this were not so, there would be no point in Downes 439 mentioning so minor an actor at this juncture and in such a list. Crosby and Mrs. Johnson were both performers of great merit, in fact Downes, a page later, has a special warm word of praise for the lady whom we find cast as Carolina in Shadwell’s _Epsom Wells_ (1672). Crosby played such parts as Mr. Cleverwit, Lucia’s lover, in Ravenscroft’s _Mamamouchi_ (1672), Alonzo in _Abdelazer_ (1677), Leander Fancy in _Sir Patient Fancy_ (1678). John Lee disappears entirely after 1677, and his widow is first billed as Lady Slingsby in 1681. For a full account of this great tragedienne see note on _Abdelazer_, Vol. II.

Mrs. Elizabeth Leigh, Moretta in _The Rover_,