 | Margery ; Or, A Worse Plague than the Dragon |  |
SCENE I.
Gubbins's House.Gubbins and Moore.
Moore.
Oh, Sir! here's been a most confounded Rout—
Mauxy's in Hold, and you must bring her out.
As she and I, like Turtles of a feather,
Were cooing in the Wilderness together,
My Lady came with Possé Comitatus,
And sent poor Mauxalinda to the Gate-house.
Gub.
Why, 'tis a thing no Wife alive can bear,
To have another in her Husband share.
Moore.
Sir, with her spotless Virtue you're too free,
For Mauxalinda's still a Maid, for me:
Our Meeting was mere Accident and Chance;
What you think Courtship, was but Complaisance.
O joyful Tidings! I am still secure,
Gubbins aside.
And Mauxalinda is a Virgin pure.
[To Moore.
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I'll tear the Jail down, but I'll set her free.
[Exit.
Moore
solus.
Was ever Man so hamper'd with a Wife?
Patience, ye Gods! but I am link'd for Life:
The Knot's too fast, 'tis needless to complain;
I wish the Dragon were alive again.
AIR.
Patience, ye Gods! but I am link'd for Life:
The Knot's too fast, 'tis needless to complain;
I wish the Dragon were alive again.
The Lion in Battle engag'd,
When he fills all the Forest with Dread,
Is a Lamb to a Woman enrag'd,
If once Jealousy gets in her Head.
When he fills all the Forest with Dread,
Is a Lamb to a Woman enrag'd,
If once Jealousy gets in her Head.
Her Soul's on a Ferment of Fury,
No soothing the Tempest can still;
She values no Law, Judge or Jury,
Her darling Revenge to fulfill.
No soothing the Tempest can still;
She values no Law, Judge or Jury,
Her darling Revenge to fulfill.
[Exit.
| Margery ; Or, A Worse Plague than the Dragon | |