A new way to pay old debts.: TEI edition

A new way to pay old debts.A play in five acts.by Philip Massinger graphic Thomas Hailes Lacy, 89 Strand, (Opposite Southampton Street, Covent Garden Market), London.

Copy of the Bill on Kean's first appearance as Sir Giles, at the Theatre Royal Drury Lane, on Friday January 12, 1816, in Massinger's Comedy of A NEW WAY TO PAY OLD DEBTS

Lord Lovell, Mr. Holland, Sir Giles Overreach, Mr. Kean. Wellborn, Mr. Harley. Allworth, Mr. S. Penley. Welldo, Mr. Carr. Justice Greedy, Mr. Oxberry. Marrall, Mr. Munden. Tapwell, Mr. Wewitzer Order, Mr. Hughes. Furnace, Mr. Penley. Amble, Mr. Minton. Watchall, Mr. Maddocks. Taylor, Mr. Coveney. Vintner, Mr. Cooke. Creditors, Mr. Buxton, Mr. Evans. Servants, Messrs. Goodman, Vials, G. Wells, Appleby, Brown, Cooper. Lady Allworth, Mrs. Glover. Margaret, Mrs. Horn. Froth, Miss Tidswell. Tabitha, Mrs. Chatterley. Abigail, Mrs. Scott. A New Way to Pay Old Debts

ACT I.

Scene First−A Village−An Alehouse, L. 2 E. Enter Wellborn with a large rough stick, in tattered apparel, from house, L. 2 E.−Tapwell and Froth following. Wellborn. (goes to R.) No credit, nor no liquor? Tap. (C.) Not a suck, sir; Nor the remainder of a single can Left by a drunken porter. Froth. Not the dropping of a tap for your morning's draught, sir: 'Tis verity, I assure you. Well. "Verity", you brache! A female dog.(crosses to R.) The devil turned precisian!Puritan. Rogue, what am I? Tap. (R.) Troth, durst I trust you with a looking-glass, To let you see your trim shape, you would quit me, And take the name yourself, Well. (C.) How, dog! (raising his cudgel) graphic Tap. Advance your Plymouth cloak, There dwells, and within call, if it please your worship, A potent monarch call'd the constable, That does command a citadel called the stocks; Such as with great dexterity will hale Your threadbare, tatter'd− Well. Rascal! slave! Froth. No rage, sir. Tap. At his own peril: − do not put yourself In too much heat, there being no water near To quench your thirst; and other drink, I take it You must no more remember; not in a dream, sir. Well. Why, thou unthankful villain, dar'st thou talk thus! Is not thy house, and all thou hast, my gift? Tap. I find it not in chalk; and Timothy Tapwell Does keep no other register. Well. Am not I he Whose riots fed and clothed thee? wert thou not Born on my father's land, and proud to be A drudge in his house? Tap. What I was, sir, it skills not; What you are, is apparent: now, for a farewell, Since you talk of father, in my hope it will torment you, I'll briefly tell your story. Your dead father, Old Sir John Wellborn, My quondam master, was a man of worship; Bore the whole sway of the shire, kept a great house, Reliev'd the poor, and so forth; but he dying, And his estate coming to you, Late Master Francis, but now forlorn Wellborn − Well. Slave, stop! or I shall lose myself. Froth. Very hardly; You cannot out of your way. Tap. You were then a lord of acres, the prime gallant, And I your under-butler. Oh! you'd a merry time of’t; hawks and hounds, With choice of running horses; mistresses And other such extravagances, which Your uncle, Sir Giles Overreach, observing, Resolving not to lose the opportunity, On statutes, mortgages, statutes, and binding bonds, A while supplied your folly, and, having got Your land, then left you. Well. Some curate hath penn'd this invective, mongrel, And you have studied it. Tap. I've not done yet. Your land gone, and your credit not worth a token, You grew the common borrower; no man 'scap'd you; Where poor Tim Tapwell, with a little stock, Some forty pounds or so, bought a small cottage; Humbled myself to marriage with my Froth here, Well. Hear me, ungrateful hell-hound! did not I Make purses for you? then you licked my boots, And thought your holiday cloak too coarse to clean 'em. 'Twas I that, when I heard thee swear if ever Thou couldst arrive at forty pounds thou wouldst Live like an emperor, twas I that gave it In ready gold. Deny this, wretch! Tap. I must, sir; For, from the tavern to the taphouse, all, On forfeiture of their licenses, stand bound Ne'er to remember who their best guests were, If they grew poor like you. Well. They're well rewarded That beggar themselves to make such rascals rich. Thou viper, thankless viper! But since you're grown forgetful, I will help Your memory, and beat you into remembrance; Not leave one bone unbroken. (beats him) Tap. Oh! oh! oh! Froth. Help! Help! Enter Allworth, R. All. Hold, for my sake, hold; − Deny me, Frank? they're not worth your anger. Well. For once thou hast redeemed them from this sceptre; (shaking his cudgel) But let 'em vanish− Nay, if you grumble, I revoke my pardon. (Wellborn and Allworth talk apart) Froth. This comes of your prating, husband. Tap. Patience, Froth; there's law to cure our bruises. Exeunt Tapwell and Froth, into the alehouse, L. Well. Sent to your mother? All. My lady, Frank, my patroness, my all! She's such a mourner for my father's death, And, in her love to him, so favours me, I cannot pay too much observance to her. There are few such stepdames. Well. 'Tis a noble widow, And keeps her reputation pure, and clear But 'pr'ythee, tell me, has she no suitors? All. E'en the best of the shire, Frank, My lord excepted; such as sue and send, And send and sue again, but to no purpose: Their frequent visits have not gained her presence. Yet she's so far from sullenness and pride, That I dare undertake you shall meet from her A liberal entertainment. Well. I doubt it not. Now, Allworth, listen to me, And mark my counsel: I am bound to give it. Thy father was my friend; and that affection I bore to him, in right descends to thee; I will not have the least affront stick on thee, If I with any danger can prevent it. All. I thank your noble care; but, pray you, in what Do I run the hazard? Well. Art thou not in love? Put it not off with wonder. All. In love? Well. You think you walk in clouds, but are transparent. I have heard all, and the choice that you have made, And, with my finger, can point out the north star By which the loadstone of your folly's guided; And, to confirm this true, what think you of Fair Margaret, the only child and heir Of cormorant Overreach? Dost blush and start, To hear her only named? blush at your want Of wit and reason. All. Howe'er you have discovered my intents, You know my aims are lawful; and if ever The queen of flowers, the boast of spring, the rose, Sprang from an envious briar, I may infer There's such disparity in their conditions Between the goddess of my soul, the daughter, And the base churl her father. Well. Grant this true, As I believe it, canst thou ever hope To enjoy a quiet bed with her, whose father Ruined thy state? All. And your's too. Well. I confess it, Allworth. Or canst thou think, if self-love blind thee not, That Sir Giles Overreach, who, to make her great In swelling titles, without touch of conscience, Will cut his neighbour's throat, and, I hope, his own too, Will e'er consent to make her thine? Give o'er, And think of some course suitable to thy rank, And prosper in it. All. You have well advised me. But in the mean time, you, that are so studious Of my affairs, wholly neglect your own. Remember yourself, and in what plight you are. Well. No matter, no matter. (cross to R.) All. Yes, 'tis much material: You know my fortune and my means; yet something I can spare from myself to help your wants. (offers him money) Well. How's this? All. Nay, be not angry. Well. Money from thee ? From a boy! a stipendiary! one that lives At the devotion of a stepmother And the uncertain favour of a lord! I'll eat my arms first. Howsoe'er blind Fortune Hath spent the utmost of her malice on me − Though I am rudely thrust out of an alehouse, And thus accoutred, − know not where to eat, Or drink, or sleep, but underneath this canopy − Although I thank thee, I disdain thy offer: No−as I, in my madness, broke my state Without th'assistance of another's brain, In my right wits I'll piece it; at the worst, Die thus and be forgotten. All. Fare thee well. Exit Allworth, L, Wellborn, R.

Scene second−A Hall in Lady Allworth's House Enter Amble, Order, Furnace, and Watchall, R. Ord. (C.) Set all things right; or, as my name is Order, And by this staff of office that commands you, This chain and double ruff, symbols of power, Whoever misses in his functiön, For one whole week makes forfeiture of his breakfast, And privilege in the wine-cellar. Watch. You are merry, good master Steward. Furn. Let him−I'll be angry. Amb. Why, fellow Furnace, 'tis not twelve o'clock yet, Nor dinner taking up; then, 'tis allowed, Cooks, by their places, may be choleric. Furn. You think you've spoken wisely, goodman Amble, My lady's go-before. Her usher Ord. Nay, nay, no wrangling. Furn. Twit me with the authority of the kitchen! At all hours, and all places, I'll be angry; And thus provoked, when I am at my prayers I will be angry. Amb. There was no hurt meant. Furn. I'm friends with thee; and yet I will be angry. Ord. With whom? Furn. No matter whom: yet, now I think on it, I'm angry with my lady. Watch. Heaven forbid, man! Ord. What cause has she given thee? Furn. Cause enough, master Steward. I was entertain'd by her to please her palate, And, till she forswore eating, I performed it. Now, since our master, noble Allworth, died, Though I crack my brains to find out tempting sauces, When I am three parts roasted And the fourth part parboiled, to prepare her viands, She keeps her chamber, dines with a panada Or water-gruel, my skill ne'er thought on. Ord. But your art is seen in the dining-room. Furn. By whom? By such as pretend love to her, but come To feed upon her. Yet, of all the harpies That do devour her, I am out of charity With none so much as the thin-gutted squire That's stolen into commission. Ord. Justice Greedy? Furn. The same, the same. Meat's cast away upon him; It never thrives. He holds this paradox; Who eats not well, can ne'er do justice well: His stomach's as insatiate as the grave. (a knocking without, L.) Watch. One knocks. Exit Watchall, L..] Ord. Our late young master! Enter Allworth and Watchall, L. Amb. Welcome, sir. Furn. You're welcome, If you have a stomach, a cold bake-meat's ready. Ord. His father's picture in little. Furn. We are all your servants. All. At once, my thanks to all; This is yet some comfort. Is my lady stirring? Ord. Her presence answers for us. Enter Lady Allworth, Abigail, and Tabitha, R.1 E. Lady A. Sort those silks well. I'll take the air alone. Exeunt Abigail and Tabitha, R. 1 E. And, as I gave directions, if this morning I am visited by any, entertain 'em As heretofore; but say, in my excuse, I am indispos'd. Ord. I shall, madam. Lady A. Do, and leave them. Exeunt Order, Furnace, and Amble, L. (to Allworth, who is retiring, L.) Nay, stay you, Allworth. Tell me, how is it with your noble master? All. Ever like himself, No scruple lessen'd in the full weight of honour. He did command me (pardon my presumption), As his unworthy deputy, to kiss Your ladyship's fair hands. L. All. I'm honour'd in His favour to me. Does he hold his purpose For the Low Countries? All. Constantly, good madam; But will in person first present his services. L. All. And how approve you of his course? you are yet Like virgin parchment, capable of any Inscription, vicious or honourable. I will not force your will, but leave you free To your own election. All. Any form you please, I will put on; but, might I make my choice, With humble emulation I would follow The path my lord marks to me. L. All. 'Tis well answer'd, And I commend your spirit. Your father, Allworth, My ever-honour'd husband, some few hours Before the will of Heaven took him from me, Did commend you, e'en by the dearest ties Of perfect love between us, to my charge; And, therefore, what I speak, you are bound to hear With such respect as if he lived in me. All. I have found you, Most honoured madam, more than a mother to me; And, with my utmost strengths of care and service, Will labour that you never may repent Your bounties showered upon me. L. All. I much hope it. These were your father's words: "If e'er my son Follow the war, tell him it is a school Where all the principles tending to honour Are taught, if truly followed: but for such As repair thither as a place in which They do presume they may with license practise Their lusts and riots, they shall never merit The noble name of soldiers. To obey their leaders, and shun mutinies; To bear with patiënce the winter's cold And summer's scorching heat To dare boldly In a fair cause, and for the country's safety To run upon the cannon's mouth undaunted; These are the essential parts make up a soldier, Not swearing, dice, or drinking." All. There's no syllable You speak, but is to me an oracle. L. All. To conclude: Beware ill company, for often men Are like to those with whom they do converse; And, from one man I warn you, and that's Wellborn: Not 'cause he's poor−that rather claims your pity; But that he's in his manners so deprav'd, And hath to vicious courses lost himself. 'Tis true, your father loved him, while he was Worthy the loving; but if he had liv'd To have known him as he is, he had cast him off, As you must do. (noise without, L.) All. I shall obey in all things. L. All. Follow me to my chamber, you shall have gold To furnish you like my son, and still supply'd, As I hear from you. All. I am still bound to you. Exeunt, R. Enter Order, Watchall, Sir Giles Overreach, Marrall, Greedy, Furnace, and Amble, L.−Marrall goes behind to R. Greedy. (L.) Not to be seen! Sir G. Still cloister'd up! Her reason, I hope, assures her, though she make herself Close prisoner ever for her husband's loss, 'Twill not recover him. Ord. (R.C.) Sir, 'tis her will. Which we, that are her servants, ought to serve, And not dispute: howe'er, you're nobly welcome; And, if you please to stay, that you may think so, There came, not six days since, from Hull, a pipe Of rich Canary, which shall spend itself For my lady's honour. (Sir Giles and Marrall converse apart up Stage) Greedy. (C.) Is it of the right race? Ord. Yes, Master Greedy. Amb. (R.) How his mouth runs o'er! Furn. (crosses, C.) I'll make it run, and run. Save your good worship! Greedy. Honest Master Cook, thy hand; again: how I love thee! Are the good dishes still in being? speak, boy. Furn. If you've a mind to feed, there is a chine Of beef, well season'd. Greedy. Good. Furn. A pheasant, larded. Greedy. That I might now give thanks for't! Furn. Besides, there came last night, from the forest of Sherwood, The fattest stag I ever cook'd. Greedy. A stag, man? Furn. A stag, sir; part of it prepared for dinner, And baked in puff-paste. Greedy. Puff-paste too! Sir Giles, A ponderous chine of beef! a pheasant larded! And red deer too, Sir Giles, and bak'd in puff-paste! All business set aside, let us give thanks here. Sir G. (advancing, C.) You know, we cannot. Mar. (L.) Your worships are to sit on a commission, And if you fail to come, you lose the cause. Greedy. (L.C.) Cause me no causes. I'll prove't, for such dinner, We may put off a commission: you shall find it Henrici decimo quarto. Sir G. Fie, Master Greedy? Will you lose me a thousand pounds for a dinner? No more, for shame! we must forget the belly When we think of profit. (crosses to Marrall) Greedy. (R.C., mournfully) Well, you shall o'er-rule me; I could e'en cry now. − Do you hear, master Cook, Send but a corner of that immortal pasty, And I, in thankfulness, will, by your boy, Send you − a brace of three-pences. Furn. (R.) Will you be so prodigal? Sir G. (to Order) Remember me to your lady. Enter Wellborn, L. Whom have we here? Well. You know me. Sir G. I did once, but now I will not; Thou art no blood of mine. (crosses to L.)Avaunt, thou beggar! If ever thou presume to cross me more, I'll have thee cag'd and whipp'd. Exit Sir Giles, L. Greedy. Think of pye-corner, Furnace! (whispers to Furnace) Exeunt Greedy and Marrall, L. Marrall eyeing Wellborn contemptuously−Wellborn takes a chair and sits down in the centre of the stage. Watch. Will you out, sir? I wonder how you durst creep in. Ord. This is rudeness, And saucy impudence. Amb. Cannot you stay To be served, among your fellows, from the basket, The broken and spare victuals was formerly collected in a basket, and given to the destitute But you must press into the hall? Furn. Pr'y'thee, vanish Into some outhouse, though it be the pig-stye; My scullion shall come to thee. Well. This is rare: Enter Allworth, R. Oh, here's Tom Allworth. Tom! All. We must be strangers: (crosses to L.) Nor would I have you seen here for a million. Exit, L. Well. Better and better. He contemns me too! Enter Abigail and Tabitha, R. cross to L.> Abigail. (seeing Wellborn) Mercy preserve my sight! What thing is this? Tabitha. Let's hence, for heaven's sake, or I shall swoon. (they cross, L.) Abigail. I begin to faint already. Exeunt Abigail and Tabitha, L. Furnace. Will you know your wayfra? Amb. Or shall we teach it you, By the head and shoulders? Well. No; I will not stir: Do you mark? I will not. (starts up) let me see the wretch That dares attempt to force me. Why, you slaves, Created only to make legs, and cringe; To carry in a dish, and shift a trencher; That have not souls only to hope a blessing Beyond your master's leaving − who advances? Who shews me the way? (threatening them) All the Servants. (R.) Help, fellows, help! Within there! Ord. (R.C.) Here comes my lady. Enter Lady Allworth, R. Lady A. (R.C.) How now? What noise is this? Well. (advancing to her) Madam, my designs Bear me to you. L. All. To me? Well. And though I've met with But ragged entertainment from your grooms here, I hope from you to receive that noble usage As may become the true friend of your husband, And then I shall forget these. L. All. I am amazed To see and hear this rudeness. Dar'st thou think, Though sworn, that it can ever find belief, That I, who to the best men of this country Denied my presence since my husband's death, Can fall so low, as to exchange words with thee? Well. Scorn me not, good lady; But, as in form you are angelical, Imitate the heavenly natures, and vouchsafe At the least awhile to hear me. You will grant The blood that runs in this arm is as noble As that which fills your veins; your swelling titles, Your ample fortune, with your men's observance, And women's flattery, are in you no virtues; Nor these rags, with my poverty, in me vices. You have a fair fame, and, I know, deserve it; Yet, lady, I must say, in nothing more Than in the pious sorrow you have shewn For your late noble husband. Ord. (R., aside) There he touch'd her. Well. That husband, madam, was once in his fortune Almost as low as I; want, debts, and quarrels Lay heavy on him: let it not be thought A boast in me, though I say I relieved him. 'Twas I that gave him fashion; mine the sword, That did on all occasions second his; I brought him on and off with honour, lady; And when in all men's judgments he was sunk, And, in his own hopes, not to be buoyed up, I stepped unto him, took him by the hand, And set him upright. Furn. Are not we base rogues, That could forget this? (aside to Servants) Well. I confess you made him Master of your estate; nor could your friends, Though he brought no wealth with him, blame you for't; For he had a shape, and to that shape a mind Made up of all parts, either great or noble; So winning a behaviour, not to be Resisted, madam. L. All. Tis most true, he had. Well. For his sake, then, in that I was his friend, Do not contemn me. Lady A. For what's past excuse me: I will redeem it. (offers him her purse) Well. Madam, on no terms: I will not beg nor borrow sixpence of you; But be supplied elsewhere, or want thus ever. Only one suit I make; pray give me leave. (Lady Allworth signs to the Servants, who retire to the top of stage) I will not tire your patience with relation Of the bad arts my uncle Overreach Still forg'd, to strip me of my fair possessions; Not how he now shuts door upon my want. And my low hopeless state. Hopeless indeed, But that in your kind courtesy I spy A hope to raise it:−would you but vouchsafe To your dear husband's friend−as well you may, Your honour still let free−but such feign'd grace, As might beget opinion in Sir Giles Of a true passion tow'rds me, you would see, In the mere thought to prey on me again, When all that's yours were mine, he'd turn my friend; And, that no rub might stay my course to you, Quit all my owings, set me rimly forth, And furbishg;d well with goild :−which I should use, I trust, to your no shame, lady; but live Ever a grateful debtor to your gentleness. L. All. What! nothing else? (offers her purse again) Well. Nothing, unless you please to charge your servants To throw away a little respect upon me. L. All. All you demand is yours. (she beckons the Servants, who advance a little, L.) Respect this gentleman, As 'twere myself. Adieu, dear Master Wellborn− Pray let me see you with your oftenest means: I am ever bound to you. (going, R.) Well. (waiting on her) Your honour's servant. (kisses her hand) Exit Lady Allworth, R. All the Servants. (coming up to Wellborn with bows and cringes) Ah, sweet sir−- Well. [To the Servants] Nay, all's forgiven, all forgotten, friends: And, for a lucky omen to my project, Shake hands, and end all quarrels in the cellar. All the Servants. Agreed, agreed. Still merry Master Wellborn. Exeunt all the Servants, L. Well. Faith, a right worthy and a liberal lady, Who can at once so kindly meet my purposes, And brave the flouts of censure, to redeem Her husband’s friend !—When, by this honest plot The world believes she means to heal my wants With her extensive wealth, each noisy creditor Will be struck mute; and I, thus left at large To practise on my uncle Overreach, May work, perhaps, the measure to redeem My mortgag’d fortune; which he stripp’d me of, When headlong dissipation quell’d my reason. The fancy pleases : if the plot succeed, Tis a New Way to Pay Old Debts, indeed. Exit, L.

ACT II.

SCENE I. The Skirts of Lady Allworth's Park. Enter Sir Giles and Marrall, R. Sir G. (L.) He's gone, I warrant thee; this commission crush'd him. Mar. Your worships has the way on'ty and ne'er miss To squeeze these unthrifts into air: and yet, The chap-fall'n justice did his part, returning, For your advantage, the certificate, Against his conscience, and his knowledge too, With your good favour, to the utter ruin Of the poor farmer. Sir G. 'Twas for these good ends I made him a justice: he that bribes his belly, Is certain to command his soul. Mar. I wonder why, your worship having The power to put this thin-gut in commission, You are not in't yourself? Sir G. Thou art a fool; In being out of office I am out of danger; Where, if I were a justice, besides the trouble, I might or out of wilfulness or error Run myself finely into a praemunire, And so become a prey to the informer. No, I'll have none of’t; 'tis enough I keep Greedy at my devotion: so he serve My purposes, let him hang or damn, I care not; Friendship is but a word. (crosses to R.) Mar. You are all wisdom. Sir G. I would be worldly-wise; for the other wisdom, That does prescribe us a well-govern'd life, And to do right to others as ourselves, I value not an atom. Mar. What course take you, With your good patience, to hedge in the manor Of your neighbour, Master Frugal? as 'tis said, He will nor sell, nor borrow, nor exchange; And his land, lying in the midst of your many lordships, Is a foul blemish. Sir G. I have thought on't, Marrall, And it shall take. (placing his hand on Marrall's shoulder) I must have all men, sellers, And I the only purchaser. Mar. 'Tis most fit, sir. Sir G. I'll therefore buy some cottage near his manor, Which done, I'll make my men break ope his fences, Ride o'er his standing corn, and in the night Set fire to his barns, or break his cattle's legs: These trespasses draw on suits, and suits expences, Which I can spare, but will soon beggar him. When I have harried him thus two or three year, Though he sue in forma pauperis, in spite Of all his thrift and care, he'll grow behind-hand. Mar. The best I ever heard! I could adore you. Sir G. Then, with the favour of my man of law, I will pretend some title: want will force him To put it to arbitrement; then, if he sell For half the value, he shall have ready money, And I possess his land. Mar. Wellborn was apt to sell, and needed not These fine arts, sir, to hook him in. Sir G. Well thought on. This varlet, Welborn, lives too long, to upbraid me With my close cheat put upon him. Will nor cold Nor hunger kill him? Mar. I know not what to think on't. I have used all means; and the last night I caused His host, the tapster, turn him out of doors; And have been since with all your friends and tenants, And, on the forfeit of your favour, charged them, Though a crust of mouldy bread would keep him from starving, Yet they should not relieve him. Sir G. That was something, Marrall, but thou must go further, And suddenly, Marrall. Mar. Where, and when you please, sir. Sir G. I'd have thee seek him out, and, if thou canst, Persuade him that 'tis better steal than beg; Then, if I prove he has but robb'd a hen-roost, Not all the world shall save him from the gallows. Do anything to work him to despair; And 'tis thy master-piece. Mar. I'll do my best, sir. Sir G. I am now on my main work, with the Lord Lovell, The gallant-minded, popular Lord Lovell, The minion of the people's love. I hear He's come into the country, and my aims are To insinuate myself into his knowledge, And then invite him to my house. Mar. I have you; This points at my young mistress. Sir G. She must part with That humble title, and be honourable, Right honourable, Marrall, my right honourable daughter, If all I have, or e'er shall get, will do it. I'll have her well-attended; there are ladies Of errant knights decay'd and brought so low, That, for cast clothes and meat will gladly serve her. And 'tis my glory, though I come from the city, To have their issue, whom I have undone, To kneel to mine as bond-slaves. Mar. 'Tis fit state, sir. Sir G. And therefore, I'll not have a chambermaid That ties her shoes, or any meaner office, But such whose fathers were right worshipful. 'Tis a rich man's pride! there having ever been More than a feud, a strange antipathy, Between us and true gentry. (crosses, L.) Enter Wellborn, R.> Mar. See, who's here, sir. Sir G. Hence, monster! prodigy! Well. (R.) Call me what you will;− I am your nephew, sir, your sister's son. Sir G. Avoid my sight! thy breath's infectious, rogue! I shun thee as a leprosy, or the plague. Come hither, Marrall – aside this is the time to work him. Mar. I warrant you, sir. Exit Sir Giles, L. Well. (R.C.) By this light I think he's mad. Mar. Mad! had you ta'en compassion on yourself, You long since had been mad. Well. You've ta'en a course, Between you and my venerable uncle, To make me so. Mar. The more pale-spirited you, That would not be instructed. I swear deeply − Well. By what? Mar. By my religion. Well. Thy religion! The devil's creed: − but what would you have done? Mar. Had there been but one tree in the whole shire, Or any hope to compass a single halter, Before, like you, I had outliv'd my fortunes, A withe had served my turn to hang myself. I am zealous in your cause; pray hang yourself And presently, as you love your credit. Well. I thank you. Mar. Will you stay till you die in a ditch? − Or, if you dare not do the feat yourself, But that you'll put the state to charge and trouble, Is there no purse to be cut, house to be broken, Or market-woman with eggs, that you may murder, And so dispatch the business? Well. Here's variety, I must confess; but I'll accept of none Of all your gentle offers, I assure you. Mar. If you like not hanging, drown yourself! take some course For your reputation. Well. 'Twill not do, dear tempter, With all the rhetoric the fiend hath taught you. I am as far as thou art from despair; Nay, I have confidence, which is more than hope, To live, and suddenly, better than ever. Mar. Ha! ha! these castles you build in the air Will not persuade me or to give or lend A token to you. Well. I'll be more kind to thee: Come, thou shalt dine with me. Mar. With you! Well. Nay more, dine gratis. Mar. Under what hedge, I pray you? or at whose cost? Are they padders or gipsies, that are your consorts? Well. Thou art incredulous; but thou shalt dine Not alone at her house, but with a gallant lady; With me, and with a lady. Mar. Lady! what lady? With the lady of the lake, or queen of fairies? For, I know, it must be an enchanted dinner. Well. With the Lady Allworth, knave. Mar. Nay, now there's hope Thy brain is cracked. Well. Mark there, with what respect I am entertained. Mar. With choice, no doubt, of dog-whips. Why, dost thou ever hope to pass her porter? Well. 'Tis not far off, go with me; trust thine own eyes. Mar. Troth, in my hope, or my assurance rather, To see thee curvet, and mount like a dog in a blanket, If ever thou presume to pass her threshold, I will endure thy company. Well. Come along then. Exeunt, R.

SCENE SECOND.−The Hall in Lady Allworth's House Enter Watchall, Furnace, Order, Amble, and Allworth, R. All. Your courtesies overwhelm me: I much grieve To part from such true friends, and yet find comfort, My attendance on my honourable lord, Whose resolution holds to visit my lady, Will speedily bring me back. Knocking without, L. Exit Watchall,L. Mar. (without, L.) Dar'st thou venture further? Well. (ditto)Yes, yes, and knock again. Ord. (C.)'Tis he; disperse! Amb. (R.C.)Perform it bravely. Furn. (L.C.)I know my cue, ne'er doubt me. Exeunt Furnace, L.U.E Order and Amble, R. Enter Watchall, Wellborn and Marrall. Watch. Beast that I was, to make you stay! most welcome; You were long since expected. Well. (L.C.) Say so much To my friend, I pray you. Watch. (C.) For your sake, I so, sir. Mar. (L.) For his sake! Well. Mum; this is nothing. Mar. More than ever I'd have believed, though I had found it in my primer. All. (R.) When I have given you reasons for my late harshness, You'll pardon and excuse me; for, believe me, Though now I part abruptly, in my service I will deserve it. Mar. Service! with a vengeance! Well. I'm satisfied: farewell, Tom. (shaking hands) All. All joy stay with you! Crosses, and exit, L. Enter Amble, R. Amb. You're happily encounter'd; I ne'er yet Presented one so welcome as I know You will be to my lady. Mar. This is some vision, Or, sure, these men are mad, to worship a dunghill; It cannot be a truth. Well. Be still a pagan, An unbelieving infidel; be so, miscreant, And meditate on blankets, and on dog-whips! Enter Furnace, L.U.E.−comes between Wellborn and Marrall, L.C. Furn. I am glad you are come: until I know your pleasure I knew not how to serve up my lady's dinner. Mar. His pleasure! is it possible? Well. What's thy will? Furn. Marry, sir, I have some grouse, and turkey chicken, Some rails and quails, and my lady willed me ask you, What kind of sauces best affect your palate, That I may use my utmost skill to please it. (Wellborn whispers Furnace up the Stage) Mar. (amazed) The devil's enter'd this cook: sauce for his palate, That, on my knowledge, for almost this twelvemonth, Durst wish but cheese-parings and brown bread on Sundays! Well. (advancing) That way I like them best. Furn. It shall be done, sir. Exit Furnace, L.U.E. Well. What think you of the hedge we shall dine under? Shall we feed gratis? Mar. I know not what to think; Pray you make me not mad. Enter Order, R. Ord. This place becomes you not; Pray you walk, sir, to the dining room. Well. I am well here, 'Till her ladyship quits her chamber. Mar. (aside)Well here, say you? 'Tis a rare change! but yesterday you thought Yourself well in a barn, wrapped up in pease-straw. Enter Tabitha and Abigail, R. Tabitha. O! you're much wished for, sir. Abigail. Last night,my lady Dreamt of you; and her first command this morning, Was to have notice, sir, of your arrival. Watch. See, my lady. graphic Enter Lady Allworth, R.−Order bows and exit, C. L. All. I come to meet you, and languish'd till I saw you− This first kiss is for form; I allow a second To such a friend. Mar. (aside)To such a friend! heaven bless me! Well. I am wholly yours; yet, madam, if you please To grace this gentleman with a salute − (puts Marrall over to Lady Allworth, C.) Mar. Salute me at his bidding! (Marrall retreats towards the door, L.) Well. I shall receive it as a most high favour. L. All. Your friends are ever welcome to me. Well. (brings Marrall back) Run backward from a lady! and such a lady! Mar. To kiss her foot is, to poor me, a favour I am unworthy of. kneels and offers to kiss her foot L. All. (C.) Nay, pray you, rise; And since you are so humble, I'll exalt you: You shall dine with me to-day, at mine own table. Mar. Your ladyship's table! I am not good enough To sit at your steward's board. L. All. You are too modest: I will not be denied. Enter Order, C.−throws the doors wide open. Order. Dinner is ready for your ladyship. L. All. Come, Master Wellborn: −(to Marrall who is retreating again) Nay, keep us company. Mar. I was ne'er so graced. Lady Allworth and Wellborn take Marrall by the hand−he bowing with the greatest servility−they retire through C.D. followed by Abigail, Tabitha, and Amble−the doors are closed. Enter Furnace, L.U.E. Ord. So! we've play'd our parts, and are come off well; But if I know the mystery, why my lady Consented to it, may I perish! Furn. Would I had The roasting of his heart that cheated him, And forces the poor gentleman to these shifts! By fire! for cooks are Persians, and swear by it, Of all the griping and extorting tyrants I ever heard or read of, I ne'er met A match to Sir Giles Overreach. Watch. What will you take To tell him so, fellow Furnace? Furn. Just as much As my throat is worth, for that would be the price on't. To have a usurer that starves himself, To grow rich, and then purchase, is too common: But this Sir Giles feeds high; keeps many servants; Rich in his habit, vast in his expenses; Yet he, to admiration, still increases In wealth and lordships. Ord. He frights men out of their estates, And breaks through all law-nets, made to curb ill men, As they were cobwebs. No man dares reprove him. Such a spirit to dare, and power to do, were never Lodg'd so unluckily. Enter Amble, C.D. Amb. Ha! ha! I shall burst. Ord. Contain thyself, man. Furn. Or make us partakers Of your sudden mirth. Amb. Ha! ha! my lady has got Such a guest at her table! − this term-driver, Marrall, This snip of an attorney − Furn. What of him, man? Amb. The knave feeds so slovenly! Furn. Is this all? Amb. My lady drank to him for fashion's sake, Or to please Master Wellborn; As I live, he rises, and takes up a dish In which there were some remnants of a boil'd capon, And pledges her in white broth! Furn. Nay, 'tis like The rest of his tribe. Amb. And when I brought him wine, He leaves his stool, and, after a leg or two, Most humbly thanks my worship−my worship! All the Servants. Ha ! ha! ha! Ord. (who has looked off at C. door to R.) Risen already! Furn. My lady frowns. Amb. I shall be chid. Exit Furnace, L.U.E.−Servants all run to L. Enter Lady Allworth, Wellborn, and Marrall, C.D. L. All. (C.) You attend us well! To Amble, L. Let me have no more of this; I observ'd your leering: Sir, I will have you know, whom I think worthy To sit at my table, When I am present, is not your companion. Ord. Nay, she'll preserve what's due to her. L. All. To Wellborn You are master Of your own will. I know so much of manners, As not to inquire your purposes; in a word, To me you are ever welcome, as to a house That is your own. (crosses to R.) Well. Mark that. to Marrall, L. Mar. (L.) With reverence, sir, and it like your worship. Well. Trouble yourself no further, Dear madam; my heart's full of zeal and service, However in my language I am sparing. Come, Master Marrall. (crosses to L.) Mar. I attend your worship. Exeunt Watchall, Wellborn, and Marrall, L. L. All. (to the Servants) I see in your looks you are sorry, and you know me An easy mistress: be merry; I have forgot all. − Order and Amble, come with me; I must give you Further directions. Exeunt, R.

Scene Third.−The open Country (2nd. grooves) Enter Wellborn, and Marrall, L. 2 E. Well. I think I'm in a good way. Mar. (who has his hat in his hand) Good, sir? the best way; The certain best way. You are worshipful−and I hope you will become right-worshipful. Well. (R.C.) Is't for your ease you keep your hat off? Mar. (L.C.) Ease, and it like your worship! I hope Jack Marrall shall not live so long, To prove himself such an unmannerly beast, Though it hail hazel-nuts, as to be covered When your worship's present. Well. asideIs not this a true rogue, That, out of mere hope of a future coz'nage, Can turn thus suddenly? 'tis rank already. Mar. I know your worship's wise, and needs no counsel, Yet if, in my desire to do you service, I humbly offer my advice, (but still Under correction,) I hope I shall not Incur your high displeasure. Well. No; speak freely. Mar. Then, in my judgment, sir, my simple judgment, (Still with your worship's favour,) I could wish you A better habit, for this cannot be But much distasteful to the noble lady That loves you: I have twenty pounds here, Which, out of my true love, I'll presently Lay down at your worship's feet; 'twill serve to buy you A riding suit. Well. But where's the horse? Mar. My gelding Is at your service: nay, you shall ride me, Before your worship shall be put to the trouble To walk afoot. Alas! when you are lord Of this lady's manor, as I know you will be, You may with the lease of glebe land, called Knave's-acre, A place I would manure, requite your vassal. Well. I thank thy love, but will make no use of it; Did I want clothes, think'st thou I could not have 'em, For one word to my lady? Mar. As I know not that− Well. Come, I'll tell thee a secret, and so leave thee. I will not give her the advantage, though she be A gallant-minded lady, after we're married, To hit me in the teeth, and say, she was forc'd To buy my wedding-clothes.− No, I'll be furnished something like myself, And so farewell: for thy suit touching Knave's-acre, When it is mine, 'tis thine. Exit Wellborn Mar. I thank your worship. − How was I cozen'd in the calculation Of this man's fortune! my master cozen'd too, Whose pupil I am in the art of undoing men; For that is our profession! Well, well, Master Wellborn, You are of a sweet nature, and fit again to be cheated: Which, if the Fates please, when you are possessed Of the land and lady, you, sans question, shall be. I'll presently think of the means. (musing, R). Sir G. (without, L.) Sirrah, take my horse. I'll walk to get me an appetite; 'tis but a mile, And exercise will keep me from being pursy. (enters L.) Ha! Marrall! is he conjuring? Perhaps The knave has wrought the prodigal to do Some outrage on himself, and now he feels Compunction in his conscience for't: no matter, So it be done. − Marrall! Marrall! Mar. Sir. Sir G. How succeed we in our plot on Wellborn? Mar. Never better, sir. Sir G. Has he hang'd or drown'd himself? Mar. No, sir, he lives; Lives once more to be made a prey to you, A greater prey than ever. Sir G. Art thou in thy wits? If thou art, reveal this miracle, and briefly. Mar. A lady, sir, is fallen in love with him. Sir G. With him? what lady? Mar. The rich Lady Allworth. Sir G. Thou dolt! how dar'st thou speak this? Mar. I speak truth. And I do so but once a-year, unless It be to you, sir: we din'd with her ladyship, I thank his worship. Sir G. His worship! Mar. As I live, sir, I din'd with him, at the great lady's table, Simple as I stand here; and saw when she kissed him, And would, at his request, have kiss'd me too; Sir G. Why, thou rascal! To tell me these impossibilities. Dine at her table! and kiss him! or thee! − Impudent varlet, have not I myself, Ten times attempted, since her husband's death, In vain, to see her, though I came − a suitor? And yet your good solicitorship, and rogue Wellborn, Were brought into her presence, feasted with her! − But that I know thee a dog that cannot blush, This most incredible lie would call up one On thy buttermilk cheeks. Mar. Shall I not trust my eyes, sir, Or taste? I feel her good cheer in my belly. Sir G. You shall feel me, if you give not over, sirrah: Recover your brains again, and be no more gulled With a beggar's plot, assisted by the aids Of serving-men and chambermaids; Or I'll quit you from my employments. Mar. Will you credit this yet? On my confidence of their marriage, I offered Wellborn − (aside) I'd give a crown now I durst say his worship − My nag, and twenty pounds. Sir G. Did you so, idiot? (strikes him) Was this the way to work him to despair, Or rather to cross me? (beats him−Marrall retreats to R.) Mar. Will your worship kill me? Sir G. No, no; but drive the lying spirit out of you. Mar. He's gone. Sir G. I've done then. Now, forgetting Your late imaginary feast and lady, Know, my Lord Lovell dines with me to-morrow. Be careful nought be wanting to receive him; And bid my daughter's women trim her up, Though they paint her, so she catch the lord, I'll thank 'em: There's a piece for my late blows. (crosses to R.) Mar. aside, L. I may yet cry quittance; There may be a time − Sir G. (R.) Do you grumble? Mar. No, sir. Exeunt Sir Giles and Marrall, R. End of Act II. If Performed in three Acts the First ends here.

ACT III.

SCENE First.−The Skirts of Lady Allworth's Park. Enter Lovell and Allworth, L. Lov. (speaking as he enters) Drive the coach round the hill: something in private I must impart to Allworth. [Exeunt Servants.] All. O, my lord, What sacrifice of rev'rence, duty, watching, Although I could put off the use of sleep, And ever wait on your commands to serve 'em; What dangers, though in ne'er so horrid shapes, Nay death itself, though I should run to meet it, Can I, and with a thankful willingness suffer! But still the retribution will fall short Of your bounties shower'd upon me. Lov. (R.C.) Nay, good youth, Till what I purpose be put into act, Do not o'erprize it; since you've trusted me With your soul's nearest, nay, her dearest secret, Rest confident, 'tis in a cabinet lock'd Treachery shall never open. I have found you I will not be more true to mine own honour Than to thee, Allworth! All. Were you to encounter with a single foe, The victory were certain; but to stand The charge of two such potent enemies, At once assaulting you, as wealth and beauty, And those too seconded with power, is odds Too great for Hercules. Lov. Love hath made you poetical, Allworth. All. Grant all these beat off, (Which if it be in man to do, you'll do it,) Mammon, in Sir Giles Overreach, steps in With heaps of ill-got gold, and as much land, As would tire A falcon's wings in one day to fly over. I here release your trust; 'Tis happiness enough for me to serve you And sometimes, with chaste eyes, to look upon her. Lov. Why, shall I swear? All. O, by no means, my lord! Suspend your judgment to the trial How far is't to Overreach's house? All. At the most, some half hour's riding; You'll soon be there. Lov. And you the sooner freed From your jealous fears. All. O that I durst but hope it! Exeunt, R.

Scene Second.−The Hall in Sir Giles's House. Enter Sir Giles, Greedy, and Marrall, C. from L. Sir G. (C.) Spare for no cost; let my dressers crack with the weight Of curious viands. Greedy. (R.) Store indeed's no sore, sir. Sir G. That proverb fits your stomach, Master Greedy. Greedy.

It does indeed, Sir Giles: I do not like to see a table ill-spread, poor, meagre, just sprinkled o'er with salads, slic'd beef, giblets, and pig's pettitoes. But the substantials−O, Sir Giles, the substantials! The state of a fat turkey now! the decorum, the grandeur, he marches in with! O, I declare I do much honor a chine of beef! O, I do reverence a loin of veal!

Sir G. And let no plate be seen, but what's pure gold, Or such whose workmanship exceeds the matter This is made of; let my choicest linen Perfume the room, and, when we wash, the water, With precious powders mixed, so please my lord, That he may with envy wish to bathe so ever. Mar. (L.) 'Twill be very chargeable. Sir G. Avaunt, you drudge! Now all my labour'd ends are at the stake, Is't a time to think of thrift? Call in my daughter. Exit Marrall,L. And, master justice, since you love choice dishes, And plenty of 'em − Greedy. As I do, indeed, sir, Almost as much as to give thanks for 'em. Sir G. I do confer that providence, with my power Of absolute command to have abundance, To your best care. Greedy. I'll punctually discharge it, And give the best directions.−(Sir Giles retires up the stage) Now am I, In mine own conceit, a monarch; at the least, Arch-president o' the boiled, the roast, the bak'd; I'd not change my throne for the Great Mogul's; For which I will eat often, and give thanks When my belly's brac'd up like a drum; and that's pure justice. Exit Greedy, R. Sir G. It must be so: should the foolish girl prove modest, She may spoil all; she had it not from me, But from her mother; I was ever forward, As she must be, and therefore I'll prepare her. Enter Marrall, followed by Margaret, and two Female Attendants, L. Alone, Margaret− Alone − and let your women wait without. Exit Women and Marrall, L. Marg. (L.) Your pleasure, sir? Sir G. (R.) Ha! this is a neat dressing! (walks round her, and remains on her L.) These orient pearls and diamonds well plac'd too! The gown affects me not, it should have been Embroidered o'er and o'er with flowers of gold; But these rich jewels and quaint fashion help it. Invites as much as perfect white and red, How like you your new woman, The Lady Downfallen? Marg. Well, for a companion; Not as a servant. Sir G. Is she humble, Meg, And careful too, "Her Ladyship" forgotten? Marg. I pity her fortune. Sir G. Pity her! trample on her. I took her up in an old tamin gown, E'en starv'd for very want of food, to serve thee, And if I understand she but repines To do thee any duty, though ne'er so servile, I'll pack her to her knight, where I have lodg'd him, Into the counter, and there let e'em howl together. Marg. You know your own ways; but for me, I blush When I command her, that was once attended With persons not inferior to myself In birth. Sir G. In birth! why, art thou not my daughter, The blest child of my industry and wealth? Part with these humble thoughts, and apt thyself To the noble state I labour to advance thee; Or, by my hopes to see thee honourable, I will adopt a stranger to my heir, And throw thee from my care.−Do not provoke me. Marg. I will not, sir; mould me which way you please. Enter Greedy, R. with a napkin round his neck, and a dumpling in his hand. Greedy. Sir Giles, Sir Giles− Sir G. How! interrupted? (crosses to him) Greedy. (R.) 'Tis matter of importance. The cook, sir, is self-will'd, and will not learn From my experience. There's a fawn brought in, sir, And, for my life, I cannot make him roast it whole With a Norfolk dumpling in the belly of it; And, sir, we wise men know, without the dumpling 'Tis not worth three-pence. Sir G. Would it were whole in thy belly, To stuff it out! cook it any way; Pr'ythee, leave me. Greedy. Without order for the dumpling? Sir G. Let it be dumpled Which way thou wilt; or tell him, I will scald him In his own cauldron. Greedy. I had lost my stomach Had I lost my dumpling. Exit Greedy, R. Sir G. But to our business, Meg; you've heard who dines here? Marg. (L.) I have, sir. Sir G. 'Tis an honourable man; A lord, Meg, and commands a regiment Of soldiers, and, what's rare, is one himself, A bold and understanding one: and to be A lord, and a good leader, in one volume, Is granted unto few but such as rise up The kingdom's glory. Re-enter Greedy, R. with a toast and fork. Greedy. I'll resign my office, If I be not better obey'd. Sir G. (turning suddenly to him) 'Slight, art thou frantic? Greedy. Frantic! 'twould make me frantic, and stark mad, Were I not a justice of peace and quorum too, Which this rebellious cook cares not a straw for. There are a dozen of woodcocks − He has found out A new device for sauce, and will not dish 'em With toasts and butter. Sir G. (ctrosses and calls off, R.) Cook! − rogue, obey him! I've given the word: pray, now remove yourself To a collar of brawn, and trouble me no further. Greedy. I will, and meditate what to eat at dinner. Exit Greedy, R. Sir G. And as I said, Meg, when this gull disturb'd us, This honourable lord, this colonel, I would have thy husband. Marg. There's too much disparity Between his quality and mine, to hope it. Sir G. I more than hope, and doubt not to effect it; Be thou no enemy to thyself; my wealth Shall weigh his titles down, and make you equals. Now for the means to assure him thine, observe me; Remember he's a courtier, and a soldier, And not to be trifled with; and, therefore, when He comes to woo you, see you do not coy it: This mincing modesty hath spoil'd many a match By a first refusal, in vain after hop'd for. Marg. You'll have me, sir, preserve the distance that Confines a virgin? Sir G. Virgin me no virgins! I'll have you lose that name, or you lose me; I'll have you private − start not − I say, private; If thou art my true daughter, not a bastard, You'll venture alone with one man, though he came Like Jupiter to Semele, and come off, too; And therefore, when he kisses you, kiss close. Marg. I have heard this is the wanton's fashion, sir, Which I must never learn. Sir G. Learn any thing, And from any creature that may make thee great; E'en from the devil himself; stand not on form; Words are no substances. Marg. (L.) With your leave, sir−in worldly policy This is not the way to make me his wife: My maiden scruples overcome so soon, Cannot but assure him I, that am light to him, will not hold weight When tempted by others; so, in judgment, If, to obey you, I forget my honour, He must and will forsake me. Sir G. How! forsake thee! Do I wear a sword for fashion? or is this arm Shrunk up or wither'd? Does there live a man Of that large list I have encounter'd with Can truly say I e'er gave inch of ground Not purchas'd with his blood that did oppose me? Forsake thee!−he dares not. Though all his captains, echoes to his will, Stood arm'd by his side, to justify the wrong; Spite of his lordship, and his colonelship, I would make him render A bloody and a strict account, and force him, By marrying thee, to cure thy wounded honour! I have said it. (crosses to L.) Enter Marrall, hastily, C. from L.U.E. Mar. Sir, sir, the man of honour's come, Newly alighted. Sir G. In there, without reply, and wait my call: And do as I command, or thou art lost. Exit Margaret, R. What! is the loud music I gave order for Ready to receive him? Marr. (L.) 'Tis, sir. Sir G. (R.) Let 'em sound A princely welcome. Exit Marrall, C. to L.U.E. Roughness, awhile leave me; For fawning now, a stranger to my nature, Must make way for me. (music) Enter Marrall, Lovell, and Allworth, C. from L.U.E. preceded and followed by Servants. Lov. (L.C.) Sir, you meet your trouble. Sir G. (R.C.) What you are pleas'd to style so, is an honour Above my worth and fortunes. All. L., asideStrange! so humble! Re-enter Greedy, R. with a napkin under his chin. Sir G. Faugh! (points to napkin, which Greedy instantly snatches off and puts behind him) A justice of peace, my lord. presents Greedy to him. Lov. Your hand, good sir. Greedy. C.−asideThis is a lord, and some would think this a favour; But I had rather have my hand in my dumpling, Sir G. (calling, L.) Room for my lord. Lov. I miss, sir, your fair daughter, To crown my welcome. Sir G. May it please my lord To taste a glass of Greek wine first; and suddenly She shall attend my lord. Lov. You'll be obeyed, sir. Exeunt all but Overreach Sir G. 'Tis to my wish: as soon as come, ask for her! − Why, Meg! Meg Overreach. − Enter Margaret, R. How! tears in your eyes! Hah! dry 'em quickly, or I'll dig 'em out. Is this a time to whimper? meet that greatness That flies into thy bosom; think what 'tis For me to say, my honourable daughter; No moreb ut be instructed, or expect − Enter Lovell, Allworth, Greedy, and Marrall, L. A well form'd girl, my lord. Lov. (crosses to Margaret) As I live, a rare one.(salutes her) All. (aside)He's ta'en already: I am lost. Sir G. That kiss Came twanging off; I like it:−Quit the room. − Exeunt Greedy, Marrall, and Allworth, R. A little bashful, my good lord, but you, I hope, will teach her boldness. Lov. I am happy In such a scholar: but − Sir G. I am too old to learn, And therefore leave you to yourselves: − (crosses to R.) Remember! aside to Margaret and exit, R. Lov. You see, fair lady, your father is solicitous, To have you change the barren name of virgin Into a hopeful wife. Marg. His haste, my lord, Holds no power o'er my will. Lov. But o'er your duty. Marg. (R.) Which, forc'd too much, may break. Lov. (L.) Bend rather, sweetest: Think of your years. Marg. Too few to match with yours: Lov. I can advance you. Marg. To a hill of sorrow; Where every hour I may expect to fall, But never hope firm footing. You are noble, I of a low descent, however rich; O, my good lord, I could say more, but that I dare not trust these walls. Lov. Pray you, trust my ear then. (they whisper up stage) graphic Re-enter Sir Giles, listening, R. Sir G. Close at it! whispering!−this is excellent! And, by their postures, a consent on both parts. Re-enter Greedy, R. Greedy. Sir Giles, Sir Giles! Sir G. The great fiend stop that clapper! Greedy. It must ring out, sir, when my belly rings noon. The bak'd-meats are run out, the roast turn'd powder. Sir G. (R.C.) Stop your insatiate jaws, or I shall powder you. Greedy. Beat me to dust, I care not; In such a cause as this, I'll die a martyr. Sir G. Disturb my lord, When he is in discourse? Greedy. Is't a time to talk When we should be munching? Sir G. Mum, villain; vanish! shall we break a bargain Almost made up? Exit, thrusting Greedy off before him, R. Lov. Lady, I understand you, And wish you happy in your choice; believe it; I'll be a careful pilot to direct Your yet uncertain bark to a port of safety. Marg. So shall your honour save two lives, and bind us Your slaves forever. Lov. I'm in the act rewarded, Since it is good; howe'er, you must put on An amorous carriage towards me till our purpose Be brought to the wish'd end. Marg. I'm prone to that. Lov. Now break we off our conference. − Sir Giles! Where is Sir Giles? (coming forward) Enter Sir Giles, Allworth, Greedy, and Marrall, R. Allworth crosses behind to L. Sir G. My noble lord; and how Does your lordship find her? Lov. Apt, Sir Giles, and coming; And I like her the better. Sir G. (aside) So do I too. Lov. Yet should we take forts at the first assault, 'Twere poor in the defendant; I will confirm her With a love-letter or two, which I shall have Deliver'd by my page: we must, for form, give way to't. Sir G. With all my soul: − a towardly gentleman! Your hand, good Master Allworth; know my house Is ever open to you. All. (aside)] ‘Twas shut till now. Sir G. (aside to Margaret) Well done, well done, my honourable daughter! Thou'rt so already; (leading Margaret over to Allworth) know this gentle youth, And cherish him, (aside to her)my honourable daughter! Marg. (crosses to Allworth) I shall, with my best care. Servants (without, L.) Room, room−make way there for my lady. Sir G. What noise? Greedy. More stops Before we go to dinner! O my belly! Enter six Servants, Lady Allworth and Wellborn, C. Lady A. If I find welcome, You shall share in't; if not, I'll back again, For I come arm'd for all can be objected. Lov. How! the Lady Allworth? (crosses to her) Sir G. (R.C.) And thus attended! (Lovell presents Margaret to Lady Allworth) Mar. (R.) No, I am a dolt! (aside to Sir Giles) The spirit of lies hath enter'd me! Sir G. Peace, Patch! 'Tis more than wonder! an astonishment That does possess me wholly! Lov. Noble lady, This is a favour, to prevent my visit, The service of my life can never equal. Lady A. My lord, I laid wait for you, and much hoped You would have made my poor house your first inn: And therefore doubting that you might forget me, I borrowed so much from my long restraint And took the air, in person to invite you. Lov. Your bounties are so great, they rob me, madam, Of words to give you thanks. Lady A. Good Sir Giles Overreach. − (bows to him) How dost thou, Marrall? − lik'd you my meat so ill, You'll dine no more with me? Greedy. I will, when you please, An it like your ladyship. Lady A. When you please, Master Greedy; If meat can do't, you shall be satisfied. − And now, my lord, pray take into your knowledge This gentleman; howe'er his outside's coarse, (presents Wellborn, who stands L.) His inward linings are as fine and fair As any man's; And howsoe'er his humour carries him To be thus accoutred, or what taint soe'er, For his wild life, hath stuck upon his fame, He may, ere long, with boldness, rank himself With some that have contemn'd him. Sir Giles Overreach, If I am welcome, bid him so. Sir G. My nephew! (crosses to Wellborn, L.) He has been too long a stranger: faith you have, Pray let it be mended. (shakes both his hands) (all converse apart−Sir Giles meets Marrall, R) Mar. Why, sir, what do you mean? This is rogue Wellborn, monster, prodigy, That should hang or drown himself; no man of worship, Much less "your nephew." Sir G. Well, sirrah, we shall reckon For this hereafter. Mar. I'll not lose my joke, Though I be beaten dead for't. (retires up the stage) Well. (advancing) Let my silence plead In my excuse, my lord, till better leisure Offer itself to hear a full relation Of my poor fortunes. Lov. I would hear, and help 'em. (dinner bell rings, R.) Greedy. Ah! (rubs his hands) Sir G. Your dinner waits you. Lov. Pray you lead, we follow. L. All. Dear Master Wellborn, come :−You are my guest.(takes Wellborn's hand) Music.−Exeunt all but Greedy, R. Greedy. Dear Master Wellborn! So she said: Good heaven! If my belly would give me leave, I could ruminate All day on this: I've granted twenty warrants To have him committed, from all prisons in the shire, To Nottingham gaol; and now, "Dear Master Wellborn!" And, "My good nephew!" − But I play the fool To stand here prating, and forget my dinner. (going, R.) Re-enter Marrall, R. meeting Greedy. Are they set, Marrall! Mar. (R.C.) Long since. (Greedy going R. Marrall prevents him) Pray you, a word, sir. Greedy. (L.C.) No wording now. Mar. In troth, I must; my master, Knowing you are his good friend, makes bold with you. And does entreat you, more guests being come in Than he expected, especially his nephew, The table being full too, you would excuse him, And sup with him on the cold meat. Greedy. How! no dinner, After all my care? Mar. 'Tis but a penance for A meal; besides, you broke your fast. Greedy. That was But a bit to stay my stomach: a man in commission Give place to a tatterdemalion? Mar. No big words, sir; Should his worship hear you − Greedy. Lose my dumpling too, And butter'd toasts, and woodcocks? Mar. Come, have patience. If you will dispense a little with your Justiceship, And sit with the maids below there, you'll have dumpling, Woodcock, and butter'd toast too, by and by. Greedy. This revives me: I will gorge there sufficiently. Mar. There's your way, sir. Exit Marrall, R. Greedy.

I fear, we shall have but short commons below. I am no cameleon, to feed on air; nor Frenchman, to feast on a soused frog, or regale on an ounce of beef in a Mediterranean sea of soup: I love to see the board well spread, groaning under its savoury burden, smoking-hot, from spit, furnace., and cauldron. - Ods-me, Sir Giles! Exit, L.

Enter Sir Giles, R. Sir G. She's caught! O women! − What, neglect my lord, And all her compliments apply to Wellborn! The garments of her widowhood laid by, She now appears as glorious as the spring, Her eyes fix'd on him, in the wine she drinks, He being her pledge, she sends him burning kisses, And sits on thorns, till she be private with him. She leaves my meat to feed upon his looks; And if in our discourse he be but nam'd, From her a deep sigh follows. But why grieve I At this? it makes for me; if she prove his, All that is hers is mine, as I will work him. Enter Marrall, R. Mar. Sir, the whole board is troubled at your rising. Sir G. (L.C.) No matter, I'll excuse it: pr'ythee, Marrall, Watch an occasion to invite my nephew To speak with me in private. Mar. Who? the rogue The lady scorn'd to look on?" Sir G. Sirrah, sirrah! (crosses) Enter Lovell, Margaret, and Allworth, R. Sir G. My good lord, excuse my manners. Lov. There needs none, Sir Giles, I may ere long say−father, when it please My dearest mistress to give warrant to it. Sir G. She shall seal to it, my lord, and make me happy. Marr. See, sir, she comes and cannot be without him. Sir G. Grosser and grosser! (goes L.−Marrall crosses behind to R. and Margaret goes to R. of Allworth) Enter Lady Allworth, Wellborn and Servants, R. L. All. (R.) Provide my coach, Exit Servant, C. I'll instantly away; − my thanks, Sir Giles, For my entertainment. (Marrall whispers Wellborn, R.) Sir G. 'Tis your nobleness To think it such. L. All. I must do you a further wrong In taking away your honourable guest. Lov. I wait on you, madam; farewell, good Sir Giles. L. All. Nay, come, Master Wellborn, I must not leave you behind; in sooth, I must not. Sir G. (crosses to Lady Allworth) Rob me not, madam, of all joys at once; Let my nephew stay behind: he shall have my coach, And, after some small conference between us, Soon overtake your ladyship. L. All. (to Wellborn) Stay not so long, sir. Lov. (C.) Farewell, dear Margaret! You shall every day Hear from your servant, by my faithful page. Allw. 'Tis a service I am proud of. (music) Exeunt Lovell, Lady Allworth, Allworth, and Servants, C. to L.U.E. Sir G. (L.C.) Daughter, to your chamber. − Exit Margaret, L. − You may wonder, nephew, After so long an enmity between us, I should desire your friendship. Well. So I do, sir; 'Tis strange to me. Sir G. But I'll make it no wonder; And what is more, unfold my nature to you. We worldly men, when we see friends and kinsmen Past hope sunk in their fortunes, lend no hand To lift them up, but rather set our feet Upon their heads, to press them to the bottom; As, I must yield, with you I practis'd it: But, now I see you in a way to rise, I can and will assist you. This rich lady (And I am glad of 't) is enamoured of you; Well. No such thing: Compassion rather, sir. Sir G. Well, in a word, Because your stay is short, I'll have you seen No more in this base shape; nor shall she say, She married you like a beggar, or in debt. Well. (aside) He'll run into the noose, and save my labour. Sir G. You have a trunk of rich clothes, not far hence, In pawn; I will redeem them; and that no clamour May taint your credit for your petty debts, You shall have wherwithal to cut 'em off, And go a freeman to the wealthy lady. Well. This done, sir, out of love, and no ends else − Sir G. As it is, nephew. Well. Binds me still your servant. Sir G. No compliments, you're staid for: ere you've supp'd You shall hear from me. − My coach, knaves, for my nephew! To-morrow I will visit you. Well. Here's an uncle In a man's extremes! how much they do belie you, That say you are hard-hearted! Sir G. My deeds, nephew, Shall speak my love; what men report I weigh not. Exeunt Wellborn, C. Sir Giles, R. End of Act III

ACT IV.

Scene First.−A Room in Lady Allworth's House.−Table and two chairs, pens, ink, paper, wax, and lighted taper. Lovell discovered, seated R., sealing a letter, and Allworth waiting on him. Lov. (R.) 'Tis well.−May this succeed! I now discharge you From further service: mind your own affairs, I hope they'll prove successful. All. My lord, I want language To speak my debt; yet if a tear or two Of joy, for your much goodness, can supply My tongue's defects, I could − Lov. Nay, This ceremonial thanks to me's superfluous. Sir G. (without, L)] Is my lord stirring? Lov. 'Tis he! oh, here's your letter: (takes the letter from the table and gives it to Allworth) Let him in. (Allworth opens the door, L. and stands retired) Enter Sir Giles, Greedy, and Marrall, L. Sir G. A good day to my lord! Lov. You are an early riser, Sir Giles. Sir G. And reason to attend your lordship. Lov. And you, too, Master Greedy, up so soon! Greedy. In troth, my lord, after the sun is up, I cannot sleep, for I have a foolish stomach That croaks for breakfast. With your lordship's favour, (crosses to Lovell, R.C.) I have a serious question to demand Of my worthy friend Sir Giles. Lov. Pray you use your pleasure. (retires up the stage) Greedy. How far, Sir Giles, and pray you answer me Upon your credit, hold you it to be From your manor-house, to this of my Lady's Allworth's? Sir G. (L.C.) Why, some four mile. Greedy. How! four mile, good Sir Giles − Upon your reputation, think better; For four miles riding Could not have raised so huge an appetite As I feel gnawing on me. (Sir Giles goes up) Mar. Whether you ride, Or go afoot, you're that way still provided, An't please your worship. Sir G. (advancing, C.) How now, sirrah? Prating Before my lord! no deference! Go to my nephew, See all his debts discharged, and help his worship To fit on his rich suit. Mar. I may fit you too. Exit Marrall, L.D. Lov. I have writ this morning A few lines to my mistress, your fair daughter. Sir G. 'Twill fire her, for she's wholly your's already: − Sweet Master Allworth, take my ring; 'twill carry you To her presence, I dare warrant you; and there plead For my good lord, if you should find occasion. That done, pray ride to Nottingham, get a license, Still by this token.−(to Lovell)I will have't dispatch'd, And suddenly, my lord, that I may say, My honourable, nay, right honourable daughter. Greedy. (stopping Allworth, who is crossing towards L.D. Take my advice, young gentleman, get your breakfast; 'Tis unwholesome to ride fasting: I'll eat with you, And that abundantly Sir G. Some fury's in that gut: Hungry again! did you not devour, this morning, A shield of brawn, and a barrel of Colchester oysters? Greedy. Why, that was, sir, only to scour my stomach, A kind of a preparative. Lov. Haste your return. All. I will not fail, my lord. Exit, L. Greedy. Nor I, to line My Christmas coffer. Exit, L. Sir G. (L.C.) To my wish: (they sit);we're private. I come not to make offer with my daughter A certain portion, that were poor and trivial: In one word, I pronounce all that is mine, In lands or leases, ready coin or goods, With her, my lord, comes to you; nor shall you have One motive to induce you to believe I live too long, since every year I'll add Something unto the heap, which shall be your's too. Lov. (R.C.) You are a right kind father. Sir G. You shall have reason To think me such. How do you like this seat of Lady Allworth's?? It is well wooded, and well water'd, the acres Fertile and rich; would it not serve, for change, To entertain your friends in a summer progress? What thinks my noble lord? Lov. 'Tis a wholesome air, And well-built pile; and she that's mistress of it, Worthy the large revénue. Sir G. She the mistress! It may be so for a time: but let my lord Say only that he likes it, and would have it, I say, ere long 'tis his. Lov. Impossible! Sir G. You do conclude too fast, not knowing me, Nor the engines that I work by. ‘Tis not alone The Lady Allworth's lands, for those once Wellborn's, As by her dotage on him I know they will be, Shall soon be mine;−but point out any man's In all the shire, and say they lie convenient, And useful for your lordship, and once more I say aloud, they're yours. (they rise) Lov. I dare not own What's by unjust and cruel means extorted; My fame and credit are more dear to me, Than so to expose 'em to be censur'd by The public voice. Sir G. You run, my lord, no hazard. (leans on the back of the chair) Your reputatiön shall stand as fair, In all good men's opiniöns, as now; For, though I do contemn report myself As a mere sound, I still will be so tender Of what concerns you, in all points of honour, That the immaculate whiteness of your fame, Shall ne'er be sullied with one taint or spot. All my ambition is to have my daughter Right honourable, which my lord can make her: And might I live to dance upon my knee A young Lord Lovell, born by her unto you, I write nil ultra to my proudest hopes. (goes L.) As for possession and annual rents, Equivalent to maintain you in the port Your noble birth and present state requires, I do remove that burden from your shoulders, And take it on mine own: for, though I ruin The country to supply your riotous waste, The scourge of prodigals, want, shall never find you. Lov. Are you not mov'd with the sad imprecations And curses of whole families, made wretched By your sinister practices? Sir G. Yes, as rocks are, When foamy billows split themselves against Their flinty ribs; or as the moon is moved, When wolves, with hunger pin'd, howl at her brightness. I'm of a solid temper, and, like these, Steer on, a constant course. Nay, when my ears are pierc'd with widows' cries, And undone orphans wash with tears my threshold, I only think what 'tis to have my daughter Right honourable; and 'tis a powerful charm Makes me insensible of remorse, or pity, Or the least sting of conscience. Lov. I admire The toughness of your nature. Sir G. 'Tis for you, My lord, and for my daughter, I am marble; Nay more, if you will have my character In little, I enjoy more true delight In my arrival to my wealth these dark And crooked ways than you shall e'er take pleasure In spending what my industry hath compassed. My haste commands me hence; in one word, therefore, Is it a match, my lord? Lov. I hope, that is past doubt now. Sir G. Then rest secure; not the hate of all mankind here, Nor fear of what can fall on me hereafter, Shall make me study aught but your advancement One story higher: an earl! if gold can do it. Doubt not my honour, nor my faith to you; Though I am borne thus headlong by my will, You may make choice of what belief you please, To me 'tis equal; so, my lord, good morrow. Exit Sir Giles, L.D. Lov. He's gone − I wonder how the earth can bear him! I, that have lived a soldier, And stood the enemy's violent charge undaunted, To hear this horrid monster, am all bathed In a cold sweat: yet, like a mountain, he (Confirmed in atheistical assertions) Is no more shaken than OlympusAn error. Parnassus has a "double head," Olympus has not. is When angry Boreas loads his double head With sudden drifts of snow. Enter Lady Allworth,C.D.−advances, R. L. All. Save you, my lord! Disturb I not your privacy? Lov. (L.) No, good madam; For your own sake I am glad you came no sooner, Since this bold bad man, Sir Giles Overreach, Made such a plain discovery of himself, And read this morning such a devilish matins, That I should think it a sin next to his But to repeat it. L. All. (R.) I ne'er pressed, my lord, On others' privacies; yet, against my will, Walking, for health's sake, in the gallery here I was made (So loud and vehement he was) partaker Of his tempting offers. But, my good lord: if I may use my freedom, As to an honoured friend − Lov. You lessen else Your favour to me. L. All. I dare, then, say thus; However common men Make sordid wealth the object and sole end Of their industrious aims, 'twill not agree With those of noble blood, of fame, and honour. Lov. Madam, 'tis confessed; But what infer you from it? L. All. This, my lord; I allow the heir of Sir Giles Overreach, Margaret, A maid well qualified and the richest match Our north part can make boast of; yet she cannot, With all that she brings with her, stop their mouths, That never will forget who was her father; Or that my husband Allworth's lands, and Wellborn's, (How wrung from both needs now no repetition,) Were real motives that more worked your lordship To join your families, than her form and virtues: You may conceive the rest. Lov. I do, sweet madam, And long since have consider'd it. And 'tis my resolution ne'er to wed With the rich Margaret, Overreach's daughter. L. All. (aside) I'm glad to hear this. Why then, my lord, pretend you marriage to her? Dissimulation but ties false knots On that straight line by which you, hitherto, Have measur'd all your actions. Lov. I make answer, And aptly, with a question. Wherefore have you, That, since your husband's death, have lived a strict And chaste nun's life, on the sudden given yourself To visits and entertainments? Think you, madam, 'Tis not grown public conference; or the favours Which you so prodigally have thrown on Wellborn, Incur not censure? L. All. I am innocent here; and, on my life, I swear My ends are good. Lov. So, on my soul, are mine To Margaret; but leave both to the event: And since this friendly privacy does serve As a fair offer'd means unto ourselves, To search each other further, you having shewn Your care of me, I my respect to you− Deny me not, I dare not yet say more, An afternoon's discourse. Lady A. Affected coyness might deny your suit; But such your honour, frankness shall become me, And bid my tongue avow my honest heart: I shall attend your lordship. Lovel. My heartthanks you. Exeunt Lovel, L. Lady Allworth.

Scene Second.−A Village (same as Act I, Scene I.) Enter Froth and Tapwell, from the house, L.2.E. Tap. Undone, undone! this was your counsel, Froth. Froth. (L.) Mine! I defy thee: did not Master Marrall− He has marr'd all, I am sure−strictly command us, On pain of Sir Giles Overreach's displeasure, To turn the gentleman out of doors? Tap. (R.C.) ‘Tis true; But now, he's his uncle's darling; and has got Master Justice Greedy, since he fill'd his belly, At his commandment, to do anything. Woe, woe to us! Froth. He may prove merciful. Tap. Froth, we do not deserve it at his hands. Froth. Then, he knew all the passages of our house, As the receiving of stolen goods, and so forth. When he was rogue Wellborn, no man would believe him; And then his information could not hurt us; But now he is right worshipful again, Who dares but doubt his testimony? Tap. Undone, undone! Methinks I see thee, Froth, already in a cart, And my hand hissing, If I 'scape the halter, with the letter R Printed upon it. Froth. Would that were the worst! That were but nine days wonder: as for credit, We've none to lose; but we shall lose his custom: There's the devil on't. Tap. He has summon'd all his creditors by the drum; 'Tis said, he has found such a new way To pay his old debts, as 'tis very likely, He shall be chronicled for it! Froth. But are you sure his worship Comes this way, to my lady's?− (drum−and shout without of−"Brave Master Wellborn!" L.U.E. Tap. Hark, I hear him. Froth. Be ready with your petition, and present it To his good grace. (drum−and shouts again, L.U.E.) Enter Greedy, Wellborn in a rich habit, Marrall−Vintner, Tailor, with other creditors−Order, Furnace, and Amble, L.U.E. followed by −Tapwell and Froth, kneeling, R., deliver a petition. Well. (C.) How's this? petition'd too! But note what miracles the payment of A little trash, and a rich suit of clothes, Can work upon these rascals! I shall be, I think, Prince Wellborn. Mar. (L.C.) When your worship's married, You may be − I know ; what I hope to see you. Well. Then look thou for advancement. Mar. To be known Your worship's bailiff, is the mark I shoot at. Well. And thou shalt hit it. Mar. Pray you, sir, dispatch These needy followers: and for my admittance, (Tapwell and Froth flattering Justice Greedy, R.) Provided you'll defend me from Sir Giles, Whose service I am weary of, I'll say something You shall give thanks for. Well. Fear not Sir Giles. (Wellborn and Marrall retire up on L.C. and converse apart) Greedy. (bringing Tapwell and Froth to R.C.) Who? Tapwell?−I remember thy wife brought me, Last new-year's tide, a couple of fat turkeys. Tap. And shall do every Christmas, let your worship But stand my friend now. Greedy. How! with Master Wellborn? I can do anything with him on such terms. − (to Wellborn, who advances, L.) See you this honest couple, they're good souls As ever drew out spigot: have they not A pair of honest faces? Well. I o'erheard you, And the bribe he promis'd. You are cozen'd in 'em; For, of all the scum that grew rich by my riots, This, for a most unthankful knave, and this, For a base quean and thief, have worst deserv'd me; And therefore speak not for them. By your place You are rather to do me justice. Lend me your ear: − Forget his turkeys, and call in his license, And every season I will send you venison, To feast a mayor and corporation. (goes a little up, and converses with Marrall) Greedy. I am chang'd o' the sudden in my opinion−Mum. Come near; (to Tapwell and Froth) nearer, rascal! And, now I view him better, did you e'er see One look so like an arch knave? his very countenance, Should an understanding Judge but look upon him, Would hang him, though he were innocent. Tap. and Froth. Worshipful sir− Greedy. No, though the great Turk came, instead of turkeys, To beg my favour, I'm inexorable. Thou'st an ill name: I here do damn thy license, Forbidding thee ever to tap or draw; For instantly I will, in mine own person, Command the constable to pull down thy sign, And do't before I eat. Froth. No mercy? Greedy. Vanish!− If I shew any, may my promis'd venison choke me! Tap. Unthankful knaves are ever so rewarded. Exit with Froth into the house, L. Well. (C.) On, Master Greedy : I'll be with you at dinner. Greedy. (R.C.) For heaven's sake, don't stay long; 'Tis almost ready. Exit Greedy, R. [Exeunt Greedy, Tapwell, and Froth.] Well. (C.) Speak; what are you? Vintner. (comes down, L.) A decayed vintner, sir, That might have thrived, but that your worship broke me With trusting you with muscadine and eggs, And five pound suppers, with your after-drinkings, When you lodg'd upon the Bankside. Well. I remember. 1st Cred. I've not been hasty, nor e'er laid to arrest you; And therefore, sir − Well. Thou art an honest fellow, I'll set thee up again;(Vintner goes up centre) -- (to Marrall) See his bill paid. − (Tailor advances, L.) What are you? Tailor. A tailor once, but now mere botcher. I long time gave you credit for rich clothes: But, you failing in payment, I was remov'd from the shop-board, and confin'd Under a stall. Well. See him paid; (to Marrall) and botch no more. Tailor. I ask no interest, sir. Well. Such tailors need not; If their bills are paid in one and twenty years, They're seldom losers. See these men discharg'd. (Marrall motions to the Creditors to imply he will do so) And since old debts are clear'd by a new way, A little bounty will not misbecome me: There's something for you all. (throws a purse to the Creditors) All the Creditors Brave Master Wellborn! (drums and shouts.−Exeunt Creditors, L.U.E.) Well. Leave me, good friends: attend upon your lady. Exeunt Amble, Furnace, and Order, R. Now, Master Marrall, what's the weighty secret You promis'd to impart? Mar. Sir, time nor place Allow me to relate each circumstance, This only, in a word; I know Sir Giles Will come upon you for security For all the money which he now has lent you; This you must not consent to. As he grows in heat, as I am sure he will; Be you but rough, and say he's in your debt Ten times the sum, upon sale of your land: I had a hand in't, I speak it to my shame, When you were defeated of it. Well. That's forgiven. Mar. I shall deserve it−Then urge him to produce The deed in which you pass'd it over to him; Which, I know, he'll have about him, to deliver To the Lord Lovell. I'll instruct you further, As I wait on your worship: if I play not my prize To your full content, and your uncle's much vexation, Hang up Jack Marrall. Well. I rely upon thee. Exeunt, R.

Scene Third.−A room in Sir Giles's house. Table and two chairs−pen, ink, and paper. Enter Margaret, with a letter in her hand, and Allworth, R. All. Whether to yield the first praise to my lord's Unequalled temperance, or your constant sweetness, I yet rest doubtful. Marg. Give it to Lord Lovell; For what in him was bounty, in me's duty. To me what's title, when content is wanting? Or the smooth brow, and wealth Of a pleas'd sire, that slaves me to his will; And, so his vain ambition may be feasted By my obedience, and he see me great, Leaves to my soul nor faculties nor power To make her own election? All. But the dangers That follow the repulse − Marg. To me they're nothing; Let Allworth love, I cannot be unhappy. Suppose the worst−that, in his rage, he kill me; A tear or two, by you dropt on my hearse, In sorrow for my fate, will call back life So far as but to say, that I die your's; I then shall rest in peace. All. Heaven avert Such trials of your true affection to me! Nor will it unto you, that are all mercy, Show so much rigour. But since we must run Such desperate hazards, let us do our best To steer between 'em. Marg. Lord Lovell is our friend; And, though but a young actor, second me In doing to the life what he has plotted, Enter Sir Giles, R.U.E The end may yet prove happy.−(aside) - Now, my Allworth. All. (aside) To your letter, and put on a seeming anger. Marg. (L.) I'll pay my lord all debts due to his title; And when with terms, not taking from his honour, He does solicit me, I shall gladly hear him. But in this peremptory, nay, commanding way, To fix a time and place, without my knowledge, A priest to tie the knot can ne'er be undone Till death unloose it, is a confidence In his lordship will deceive him. (crosses to R.) All. I hope better, good lady. Marg. (R.) Hope, sir, what you please: for me, I must take a safe and secure course; I have A father, and without his full consent, Though all lords of the land kneel'd for my favour, I can grant nothing. (crosses to L.) Sir G. (aside, near the centre) I like this obedience; But whatsoe'er my lord writes, must and shall be Accepted and embrac'd.−(advances to centre)−Sweet Master Allworth, You shew yourself a true and faithful servant To your good lord; he has a jewel of you. How! frowning, Meg? are these looks to receive A messenger from my lord? what's this? give me it. Marg. (L.) A piece of arrogant paper! (Sir Giles reads, C) "Fair mistress, from your servant learn all joys That we can hope for, if deferr'd, prove toys; Therefore this instant, and in private, meet A husband, that will gladly at your feet Lay down his honours, tendering them to you With all content, the church being paid her due." − Sir G. Is this the arrogant piece of paper? fool! Will you still be one? I'the name of madness, what Could his good honour write more to content you? Is there aught else to be wished, after these two, That are already offered? Marriage first, And lawful pleasure after;−what would you more? Marg. Why, sir, I would be married like your daughter; Not hurried away i'the night I know not whither, Without all ceremony; no friends invited To honour the solemnity. All. (R.C.) An't please your honour, For so before to-morrow I must style you, My lord desires this privacy, in respect His honourable kinsmen are far off, And his desires to have to done, brook not So long delay as to expect their coming; And yet he stands resolved, with all due pomp, To have his marriage at court celebrated, When he has brought your honour up to London. Sir G. He tells you true; 'tis the fashion, on my knowledge: Yet the good lord, to please your peevishness, Must put it off, forsooth! Marg. I could be contented, Were you but by, to do a father's part, And give me in the church. Sir G. So my lord have you, What do I care who gives you? Since my lord Does purpose to be private, I'll not cross him. I know not, Master Allworth, how my lord May be provided, and therefore there's a purse Of gold, 'twill serve this night's expense; to-morrow I'll furnish him with any sums. Use my ring to my chaplain; he is beneficed At my manor of Got'em, and called Parson Willdo: 'Tis no matter for a licence, I'll bear him out in't. Marg. With your favour, sir−what warrant is your ring? He may suppose I got that twenty ways, Without your knowledge; and then to be refus'd Were such a stain upon me! − if you pleas'd, sir, Your presence would do better. Sir G. Still perverse! I say again, I will not cross my lord; Yet I'll prevent you too. − Paper and ink, there! All. Sir, 'tis ready here. (goes up to a table) Sir G. I thank you, I can write then to my chaplain. (Sir Giles sits down and writes) All. Sir, sir, You may, if you please, leave out the name of my lord, In respect he would be private, and only write,− Marry her to this gentleman. Sir G. Well advised. Tis done.−Away! − (gives Allworth the paper−she kneels) My blessing? Girl, thou hast it: Nay, no reply.−Begone,good Master Allworth, This shall be the best night's work you ever made. All. I hope so, sir. Exeunt Allworth and Margaret, L. Sir G. (C.) Now all's cock-sure: Methinks I hear already knights and ladies Say, Sir Giles Overreach, how is it with Your honourable daughter?− My ends, my ends are compassed! − Then, for Wellborn And the lands; were he once married to the widow − I have him here. (touching his forehead with his finger)I can scarce contain myself, I am so full of joy; nay, joy all over. Exit, R.

End of Act IV. [If played in Three Acts, the Second ends here.]

ACT V.

Scene First .−The Hall in Lady Allworth's House−table and four chairs .−screen R. Lovell, L., and Lady Allworth, R, seated at table> L. All. By this you know how strong the motives were That did, my lord, induce me to dispense A little, with my gravity, to advance, The plots and projects of the down-trod Wellborn. Lov. What you intended, madam, For the poor gentleman hath found good success; For, as I understand, his debts are paid, And he once more furnish'd for fair employment: But all the arts that I have us'd, to raise The fortunes of your joy and mine, young Allworth, Stand yet in supposition, though I hope well: For the young lovers are in wit more pregnant Than their years can promise.(both rise) L. All. (R.C.) Though my wishes Are with yours, my lord; yet give me leave to fear The building, though well grounded. To deceive Sir Giles, that's both a lion and a fox In his proceedings, were a work beyond The strongest undertakers; not the trial Of two weak innocents. Lov. Despair not, madam: Hard things are compassed oft by easy means. The cunning statesman, that believes he fathoms The counsels of all kingdoms on the earth, Is by simplicity oft over-reached. L. All. May he be so!− The young ones have my warmest wishes with them. Lov. O, gentle lady, prove as kind to me ! You've deigned to hear, now grant my honest suit; And if you may be won to make me happy, But join your lips to mine, and that shall be A solemn contract. L. All. I were blind to my own good, Should I refuse it; yet, my lord, receive me As such a one, the study of whose whole life Shall know no other object but to please you. Lov. If I return not, with all tenderness, Equal respect to you, may I die wretched! L. All. There needs no protestatiön, my lord, To her that cannot doubt. − graphic Enter Wellborn, L. You're welcome, sir: Now you look like yourself. Well. And will continue Such, in my free acknowledgment that I am Your creature, madam−and will never hold My life mine own, when you please to command it. Lov. (R.C.) It is a thankfulness that well becomes you. L. All. For me, I am happy That my endeavours prosper'd.−Saw you of late Sir Giles, your uncle? Well. I heard of him, madam, By his minister, Marrall; he's grown into strange passions About his daughter: this last night, he look'd for Your lordship at his home; but, missing you, And Margaret not appearing, he is coming To seek hjer here at Lady Allworth's house. His wise head is much perplex'd and troubled. Lov. I hope my project took. L. All. I strongly hope it. Sir G. (without L.)Ha! find my daughter, booby, thou huge lump of nothing, I'll bore thine eyes out else. Well. May it please your lordship, For some ends of mine own, but to withdraw A little out of sight, though not of hearing, You may, perhaps, have sport. Lov. You shall direct me. Exit Lovel, R. 2 E. Sir Giles (without) Idiot! booby! booby! Marrall. (without L.) O, O, O! Sir G. (without) I shall sol fa you, rogue! Mar. (without) Sir, for what cause Do you use me thus? Enter Sir Giles, L., with distracted looks, driving in Marrall before him over to R. Sir G. (R.C.) Cause, slave? why, I am angry. And thou a subject only fit for beating, And so to cool my choler. Look to the writing; Let but the seal be broke upon the box That has slept in my cabinet these three years, I'll rack thy soul for't. Mar. (R., aside)]I may yet cry quittance: Though now I suffer, and dare not resist. Sir G. Lady, by your leave, did you see my daughter, lady? And the lord her husband? Are they in your house? If they are, discover, that I may bid 'em joy; And, as an entrance to her place of honour, See you, on her left hand, bending down low, When she nods on you; which you must receive As a special favour. L. All. (C.) When I know, Sir Giles, Her state requires such ceremony, I shall pay it; But, in the meantime, as I am myself, I give you to understand, I neither know Nor care where her honour is. Sir G. When you once see her Led and supported by the lord her husband, You'll be taught better.(crosses to Well.) Nephew− Well. (L.C.) Well? Sir G. No more! Well. 'Tis all I owe you. Sir G. Have your redeemed rags Made you thus insolent? Well. Insolent to you! Why, what are you, sir, pray, unless in years, More than myself? Sir G. His fortune swells him:− aside'Tis rank−he's married. (crossing to L.) Sir, in calm language, though I seldom use it, I am familiar with the cause that makes you Bear up thus bravely; there's a certain buzz Of a stolen marriage,−do you hear?−of a stolen marriage, In which, 'tis said, there's somebody hath been cozen'd; I name no parties. (Lady Allworth turns away up stage, R.) Well. (R.) Well, sir, and what follows? Sir G. Marry, this; since you are peremptory. Remember, Upon mere hope of your great match, I lent you Some certain monies; put me in good security, And suddenly, by mortgage or by statute, Of some of your new possessions, or I'll have you Dragged in your lavender robes to the gaol: you know me, And therefore do not trifle. Well. Can you be So cruel to your nephew, "now he's in The way to rise?" was this the courtesy You did me "in pure love, and no ends else?" Sir G. End me no ends! Engage the whole estate, And force your spouse to sign it, you shall have Three or four thousand more, to roar and swagger, And revel in drunken taverns. Well. And beg after− Mean you not so? Sir G. My thoughts are mine, and free. Shall I have security? Well. No, indeed you shall not: Nor bond, nor bill, nor bare acknowledgment; Your great looks fright not me. Sir G. But my deeds shall.−(they both draw) L. All. Help, murder! murder! Enter Amble, Watchall, Order, and two Servants with drawn swords, R., who interpose, C. Sir G. Outbrav'd! Well. Let him come on, Arm'd with his cut-throat practices to guard him; With all his wrongs and injuries about him, The right that I bring with me will defend me, And punish his extortion. Sir G. That I had thee But single in the field! L. All. You may; but make not My house your quarrelling scene. Sir G. Were't in a church, By heaven and hell, I'll do't! (Lady Allworth turns away) Mar. (R., to Wellborn)] Now put him to The shewing of the deed. Well. This rage is vain, sir; For fighting, fear not, you shall have your hands full, Upon the least incitement;−and−whereas You charge me with a debt of monies to you− If there be law, howe'er you have no conscience, Either restore my land, or I'll recover A debt, that's truly due to me from you, In value ten times more than what you challenge. Sir G. I in thy debt! O impudence! did I not purchase The land left by thy father, that rich land? That had continued in Wellborn's name, Enter two of Sir Giles's Servants with a box, L. Twenty descents, which, like a riotous fool, Thou didst make sale of?−O, you're come at last - (to Servants) Is not here, inclosed, The deed that does confirm it mine? Mar. Now, now,− Well. I do acknowledge none; I ne'er passed o'er Any such land: I grant, for a year or two You had it in trust; which if you do discharge, Surrendering the possession, you shall ease Yourself and me of chargeable suits in law; Which, if you prove not honest, as I doubt it, Must of necessity follow. L. All. (Lady Allworth advances) In my judgment, He does advise you well. Sir G. Good! good! Conspire With your new husband, lady; second him In his dishonest practices; but when This manor is extended to my use, You'll speak in an humbler key, and sue for favour. L. All. Never: do not hope it. Well. Let despair first seize me. Sir G. Yet, to shut up thy mouth, and make thee give Thyself the lie, the loud lie, I draw out The precious evidence; if thou canst forswear Thy hand and seal, and make a forfeit of Thy ears to the pillory− (two Servants place the box on the table, L., Sir Giles unlocks it, and takes out the deed) See!−here's that will make My interest clear − Ha! (is thunderstruck at seeing the parchment blank) L. All. (looking over his shoulder) A fair skin of parchment! (retreats to R.C.) Well. (C.) Indented, I confess, and labels too; But neither wax nor words.−How! thunder-struck! Is this your precious evidence? this, that makes Your interest clear! Sir G. I am overwhelm'd with wonder! What prodigy is this? what subtle devil Hath razed out the inscription? the wax Turned into dust! − Do you deal with witches, rascal? There is a statute for you, which will bring Your neck in an hempen circle; yes, there is; And now 'tis better thought for, cheater, know This juggling shall not save you. Well. To save thee, Would beggar the stock of mercy. (retires with Lady Allworth up the stage) Sir G. Marrall−Marrall−(beckoning gently) Mar. (approaching fearfully from R.) Sir? Sir G. Though the witnesses are dead, your testimony Help'd with an oath or two; and for thy master, Thy liberal master, my good honest servant, I know thou wilt swear anything, to dash This cunning sleight; The deed being drawn too By thee, my careful Marrall, and deliver'd When thou wast present, will make good my title :− Wilt thou not swear this? Mar. I!−No, I assure you: I have a conscience, not sear'd like yours; I know no deeds. Sir G. Wilt thou betray me? (drawing his sword) Mar. Keep him (Wellborn and Servants interpose, R.C.) From using of his hands, I'll use my tongue To his no little torment. Sir G. Mine own varlet Rebel against me! Mar. Yes, and uncase you too: The idiot, the patch, the slave, the booby, Your drudge, can now anatomise you, and lay open All your black plots, and level with the earth Your hill of pride; and shake, Nay pulverize, the walls you think defend you. Sir G. O that I had thee in my gripe, I'd tear thee Joint after joint! Mar. I know you are a tearer, But I'll have first your fangs par'd off, and then Come nearer to you;−(Sir Giles retreats in despair) when I have discover'd, And made it good before the judge, what ways, And devilish practices, you us'd to cozen with Well. All will come out. (to Lady A.) Sir G. But that I will live, rogue, to torture thee, And make thee wish, and kneel in vain, to die, These swords that keep thee from me, should fix here, Although they made my body but one wound, But I would reach thee. I play the fool, And make my anger but ridiculous: There will be a time and place, there will be, coward, (to Well.)When you shall feel what I dare do. Well. I think so: You dare do any ill; yet want true valour To be honest, and repent. Sir G. They're words I know not. Nor e'er will learn. Patience, the beggar's virtue, Shall find no harbour here: Enter two of Sir Giles's Servants, L. and go up a little. Lady A. Whom have we here? Sir G. After these storms At length a calm appears.−My chaplain comes.− Enter Parson Willdo, L. with a letter in his hand. Welcome, most welcome! There's comfort in thy looks; is the deed done? Is my daughter married? say but so, my chaplain, And I am tame. Willdo. (L.) Married? Yes, I assure you. Sir G. (L.C.) Then vanish all sad thoughts! My doubts and fears are in the titles drowned Of my honourable, my right honourable daughter. Now you that plot against me, And hoped to trip my heels up, that contemned me, Think on't and tremble: − Enter Lovel behind, R.U.E.−music behind, L. They come!−I hear the music.− A lane there for my lord;− Well. This sudden heat May yet be cooled, sir. Sir G. (C.) Make way there for my lady and my lord. Enter two Servants, Margaret, and Allworth, L. Marg. (kneels) Sir, first your pardon, then your blessing, with Your full allowance of the choice I've made.− Not to dwell Too long on words−this is my husband. Sir G. (C.) How! All. (L. C.) So, I assure you; all the rites of marriage, With every circumstance, are past; And, for right honourable son-in-law, you may say, Your dutiful daughter. Sir G. (advancing hastily upon Willdo, L.) −Devil!− Are they married? Willdo. Do a father's part, and say, Heaven give 'em joy! Sir G. Confusion and ruin! Speak, and speak quickly, Or thou art dead. (seizes Willdo) Willdo. They're married. Sir G. Thou hadst better Have made a contract with the king of fiends, Than these: − my brain turns! Willdo. Why this rage to me? Is not this your letter, sir, and these the words− "Marry her to this gentleman." Sir G. It cannot: Nor will I e'er believe it, 'sdeath! I will not; That I, who never left a print Where I have trod, for the most curious search To trace my footsteps, should be gulled by children! Baffled and fooled, and all my hopes and labours Defeated and made void. (crosses to L.) Well. As it appears, You are so, my grave uncle. (Willdo retires, L.) Sir G. Village nurses Revenge their wrongs with curses; I'll not waste A syllable; but thus I take the life Which, wretched, I gave to thee.(advancing to kill Margaret. Allworth and Margaret retreat to R.) Lov. (C., stopping him) Hold, for your own sake! Though charity to your daughter have quite left you, Will you do an act, though in your hopes lost here, Can leave no hope for peace or rest hereafter? Consider; at the best, you're but a man; And cannot so create your aims, but that They may be cross'd. Sir G. (L.C.) Lord! thus I spit at thee, And at thy counsel; and again desire thee, And as thou art a soldier−if thy valour Dares shew itself where multitude and example Lead not the way, let's quit the house, and change Six words in private. Lov. I am ready. L. All. Stay, sir, Contest with one distracted? Well. You'll grow like him, Should you answer his vain challenge. Sir G. Are you pale? Borrow their helps; though Hercules call it odds, I'll stand 'gainst all, as I am, hemm'd in thus – Say, there were a squadron Of pikes, lin'd through with shot, when I am mounted Upon my injuries, shall I fear to charge 'em? No: I'll through the battalia, and, that routed, I'll fall to execution. (crosses to centre, attempts to draw his sword) Ha! I'm feeble: Some undone widow sits upon mine arm, And takes away the use of't; and my sword, Glued to my scabbard with wrong'd orphans' tears, Will not be drawn.− Ha! what are these? (staggers back towards L.)sure, hangmen, That come to bind my hands, and then to drag me Before the judgment-seat.−Now they are new shapes, And do appear like Furies, with steel whips To scourge my ulcerous soul. Shall I then fall Ingloriously, and yield?−No; spite of Fate, I will be forced to hell, like to myself. Though you were legions of accursèd spirits, Thus would I fly among you. (he rushes madly towards his daughter, and falls exhausted on the stage, L.C., two Servants raise him up−he somewhat recovers, looks wildly round, then fixing his eyes with horrible reproach upon his daughter, drops his head upon his bosom, and is borne off by the two Servants, L.) Marr. Was it not a rare trick, An't please your worship, to make the deed nothing? Well. What arts didst use to raze out the conveyance? Marr. Certain minerals, Incorporated in the ink and wax. Besides he gave me nothing; but still fed me With hopes and blows. If it please your worship To call to memory, this mad beast once caused me To urge you, or to hang, or drown yourself: I'll do the like to him, if you command me. Well. You are a rascal; and he that dares be false To a master, though unjust, will very hardly Be true to any other. Begone, and look not for Reward or favour from me, till thou'st learned To mend thy wicked life. Exit Marrall, R. Marg. O my poor father! Allw. Nay, weep not dearest. Lov. Pray you take comfort;− You shall be his guardians In his distractions: − and for your land, Wellborn, I'll be an umpire Between you, and this, the undoubted heir Of Sir Giles Overreach:−for me, here's the anchor That I must fix on. (to Lady Allworth) All. What you shall determine, My lord, we shall allow of. Well. 'Tis the language That I speak too; but there is something else Beside the repossession of my land, And payment of my debts, that I must practise. I had a reputation, but 'twas lost In my loose course; and until I redeem it Some noble way, I am but half made up. It is a time of action; if your lordship Will please to confer a company upon me In your command, I doubt not in my service To my king and country but I shall do something That may make me right again. Lov. Your suit is granted, And you lov'd for the motion. Well. (to the audience) Nothing then Now wants but your allowance − and in that Our all is comprehended; which if you Grant willingly, as a fair favour due To the poet's and our labours, as you may; For we despair not, gentles, of the play, You may expect, the grace you show to-night, Will teach us how to act, our poets how to write. Lord L. Lady A. Well. Marg. Allworth. Curtain.,

COSTUMES—Period of King James the First. Sir Giles.—Puce-coloured velvet doublet, trunks, belt, and cloak, with orange silk puffs; the dress trimmed with orange- coloured silk lace and gilt buttons; puce silk hose, the same colour as the dress, with gold embroidered clocks ; square-toed drab shoes with orange satin rosettes over them; a broad Brussels lace vandyke collar with two tassels; a round-crown brown hat, with doathers of the same colour. Lord Lovell.—A scarlet cloth doublet, trunks, belt, and mantle, trimmed with orange silk lace, and yellow plated buttons— russet boots with red tops—black velvet hat and blue silk band, with feathers—a ruff, buff gloves with high tops, and white stocking pantaloons. Wellborn —A brown ragged jerkin and breeches—a pair of blue hose—russet boots, and a black hat. 2nd dress.—A blue and silver doublet and trunks, plated buttons—a buff hat, and white feathers—a ruff—russet boots—buff gloves, with high tops. Allworth.—A light mixture kerseymere doublet and trunks, trimmed with pink galloon—white silk pantaloons—russet boots with scarlet tops—hat with white feathers—lace ruff, and buff gloves with high tops. Marrall.—Black old English dreas, black shoes, black hose, black hat, and cock’s-tail feather. Justice Greedy.—A black kerseymere doublet, puffed with crimson silk—trunks and cloak ‘trimmed with crimson satin, and black glass buttons—white square-toed shoes—gloves with high tops, and a vandyke—black sugar-loaf hat with crimson band—black hose with embroidered clocks. Lady Allworth.—A green velvet train dress, bordered with white satin and gold, and point lace—long sleeves, slashed and trimmed to correspond—high ruff—stomacher of point—black velvet hat, white feathers, and tassels. 2nd dress.—White satin train dress, with long sleeves, richly embroidered with gold—robe of white and gold—high ruff—jewel stomacher and cross—white satin hat and feathers. Margaret.—White satin embroidered dress—a ruff. TIME IN PERFORMANCE—2 hours 30 minutes.