I Man. Dear madam, I desired you to bring me out of confusion, and you have given me more. know not what to speak to you, or how to look upon you; the sense of my rough, hard, and ill usage of you, (though chiefly your own fault,) gives me more pain now 'tis over, than you had when you suffered it: and if my heart, the refusal of such a woman-[Pointing to OLIVIA]- -were not a sacrifice to profane your love, and a greater wrong to you than ever yet I did you; I would beg of you to receive it, though you used it as she had done; for though it deserved not from her the treatment she gave it, it does from you. Fid. Then it has had punishment sufficient from her already, and needs no more from me; and, I must confess, I would not be the only cause of making you break your last night's oath to me, of never parting with me; if you do not forget or repent it. Man. Then take for ever my heart, and this with it ;-(gives her the cabinet) for 'twas given to you before, and my heart was before your due: I only beg leave to dispose of these few. Here, madam, I never yet left my wench unpaid. [Takes some of the jewels, and offers them to OLIVIA; she strikes them down: PLAUSIBLE and NOVEL take them up. Olir. So it seems, by giving her the cabinet. Plaus. These pendants appertain to your most faithful humble servant. Nov. And this locket is mine; my earnest for love, which she never paid: therefore my own again. Wid. By what law, sir, pray ?--Cousin Olivia, a word. What, do they make a seizure on your goods and chattels, vi et armis ? Make your de mand, I say, and bring your trover, bring your trover. I'll follow the law for you. Oliv. And I my revenge. [Exit. Man. [To VERNISH.] But 'tis, my friend, in your consideration most, that I would have returned part of your wife's portion; for 'twere hard to take all from thee, since thou hast paid so dear for't, in being such a rascal. Yet thy wife is a fortune without a portion; and thou art a man of that extraordinary merit in villany, the world and fortune can never desert thee, though I do; therefore be not melancholy. Fare you well, sir.-[Exit VERNISH doggedly.] Now, madam, I beg your pardon [turning to FIDELIA] for lessening the present I made you; but my heart can never be lessened. This, I confess, was too small for you before; for you deserve the Indian world; and I would now go thither, out of covetousness for your sake only. Fid. Your heart, sir, is a present of that value, MANLY from the company.] But I can give you I can never make, any return to't. -[Pulling back such a present as this, which I got by the loss of my father, a gentleman of the north, of no mean extraction, whose only child I was, therefore left me in the present possession of two thousand pounds a-year; which I left, with multitudes of pretenders, to follow you, sir; having in several public places seen you, and observed your actions thoroughly, with admiration, when you were too much in love to take notice of mine, which yet was but too visible. The name of my family is Grey, my other Fidelia. The rest of my story you shall know when I have fewer auditors. Man. Nay, now, madam, you have taken from part; for I was going to tell you, that for your me all power of making you any compliment on my sake only I would quit the unknown pleasure of a retirement; and rather stay in this ill world of ours still, though odious to me, than give you more frights again at sea, and make again too great a venture there, in you alone. But if I should tell than I thought any was in the world) had now reyou now all this, and that your virtue (since greater conciled me to't, my friend here would say, 'tis your estate that has made me friends with the world. Free. I must confess I should; for I think most of our quarrels to the world are just such as we have to a handsome woman; only because we cannot enjoy her as we would do. Man. Nay, if thou art a plain dealer too, give me thy hand; for now I'll say, I am thy friend indeed; and for your two sakes, though I have been so lately deceived in friends of both sexes, I will believe there are now in the world SPOKEN BY THE WIDOW BLACKA To you the judges learned in stage-lay Our poet now, by me, submits his cau For with young judges, such as most The men by women best their busines And, truth on't is, if you did not sit h To keep for us a term throughout the We could not live by'r tongues; nay, Our chamber-practice would be little And 'tis not only the stage-practiser Who by your meeting gets her living For as in Hall of Westminster Sleek sempstress vents amidst the cou So, while we bawl, and you in judgmen The visor-mask sells linen too i' th' pi O, many of your friends, besides us he Do live by putting off their several wa Here's daily done the great affairs o' t Let love and us then ne'er have long But hold; like other pleaders I have Not my poor client's business, but my Spare me a word then now for him. Squires of the long robe, he does hum He has a just right in abusing you, Because he is a Brother-Templar too For at the bar you rally one another; Nay, fool and knave, is swallow'd from If not the poet here, the Templar spar And maul him when you catch him at From you, our common modish censu Your favour, not your judgment, 'tis h Of all love begs you then to rail, find For plays, like women, by the world a When you speak kindly of 'em, very n COMMENDATORY VERSES. To Mr. CONGREVE. On "The Old Bachelor." WHEN virtue in pursuit of fame appears, THO. SOUTHERNE. To Mr. CONGREVE. THE danger's great in these censorious days, But Big with what's ripe, yet springing still with green, To Mr. CONGreve. J. MARSH. On his Play called "The Old Bachelor." WIT, like true gold refined from all allay, Immortal is, and never can decay; 'Tis in all times and languages the same, Nor can an ill translation quench the flame : For though the form and fashion don't remain, The intrinsic value still it will retain. Then let each studied scene be writ with art; And judgment sweat to form the labour'd part; Each character be just, and Nature seem; Without the ingredient, wit, 'tis all but phlegm : For that's the soul which all the mass must move, And wake our passions into grief, or love. But you, too bounteous, sow your wit so thick, We are surprised, and know not where to pick: And while with clapping we are just to you, Ourselves we injure, and lose something new. What mayn't we then, great youth, of thee presage, Whose art and wit so much transcend thy age? How wilt thou shine at thy meridian height, Who, at thy rising, givest so vast a light! When Dryden dying shall the world deceive, Whom we immortal, as his works, believe; Thou shalt succeed, the glory of the stage, Adorn and entertain the coming age. L BEVIL HIGGONS. |