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ACT 4.
SCENE I.
The new Scene of the HALL.Enter Clairmont, Charlot, Beaupres, Bellmont, Brisac, D'orvile, D'elpeche, Mariane, La'march, Francibel, Boutefeu, Attendants.
D'or.
Gallants and Ladies take your seats
Begin the brows a little.
Begin Musick.
Clair.
Madam, methinks this is too grave,
We are amongst our selves,
And are not ti'd to this same Ceremony.
Char.
I am glad you are of that opinion Sir.
I much more like some lighter Dances.
Bris.
I, I, Beaupres can lead you many.
Clair.
But why will not you dance, Colonel?
Bris.
Truly I seldom do, Pray excuse me, Sir,
I'l sit and entertain the Governour.
Chair.
What you please,
Come, Monsieur Beaupres, please you begin.
Beau.
Most willingly, Sir.
The Dance.
D'or.
Most excellent I'faith, come, come, give not over so,
Some single Dance, any thing to be doing.
Char.
Nay Sir, pray let them begin for I am out of wind.
Clair.
Madam, you here are Mistress!
Boutefeu takes Bellm. out of Beaup. hand. Strikes him, and leaps to his sword and draws.
Bout.
Come Madam! I think you are
Weary Sir.
Beau.
Uncivil Villain, take that
Bout.
S'death unhand me, Gentlemen, O the Dog—
Bris.
Away Churle! such insolence before my face
D'or.
Fie Gentlemen! thus to disturb our mirth!
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Fly Gentlemen, fly! O, if you had seen
That tall Fellow how he thwacks Fidlers, you would
Fly with expedition; have ye a mind to have your Fidles
Broke about your Pates?
Fidler.
Not we! we thank ye
Colig.
Hang lag, hang lag:
[Exeunt Coligni and Fidlers.
Clair.
Colonel, secure your friend:
Come Sir, do you not stir from me,
Have I your Paroll you will not.
Bout.
'Tis hard! but since I shall be worse confin'd,
Yes, Sir, I give it you.
Clair.
Come! lets in, the Ladies all are fled in fear!
D'or.
Nay, Sir, here's one still.
Bris.
Sister! what made you stay! you might have gain'd
Some mischief!
Bell.
I was afraid to see you 'mongst their swords
But durst not leave you:
I hope you are not hurt, Sir:
[to Beaupres.
Beau.
With nothing but his most uncivil usage.
[Exeunt omnes.
Enter Malignii, as in the Garden.
Malig.
So, so, this does begin to work:
And I have watch'd the issue with such heed,
As wealthy Fathers that expect an heir
From their lov'd Wives to own their fair possession.
I'm sorry they were hindred from the mischief
That this might have produc'd.
But time will ripen all; and quickly too,
For Boutefeu will ne're sleep unreveng'd,
And t'ther hates him too beyond the common.
So that, they'l find out ways to act my wishes:
Now, Love, if ever thou didst Rhetorick teach,
Learn me a language of that moving force
That I may touch the fairest Bellmonts heart:
I wonder she appears not, for that Wench
I know will work her to this evening walk,
Minutes do seem Gyants as they run;
But will seem skipping Dwarfs when she is come.
[Exit.
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Bellm.
Why dost thou shake so, Wench?
Thanks to heaven, there is no hurt done.
Luii.
I but, Madam, I was so frighted.
I cannot hold one joynt still,
Pray, Madam, give me leave to go to my Chamber.
Bellm.
I prethee do, I dare be here alone:
[Exit.
I know, if he can get from my Brother, he will come!
Enter Malignii to her.
Malig.
O, there she is,
Bell.
Who's there? Speak!
Malig.
The humblest of your servants, Madam!
Bell.
Malignii, what makes you here so late?
Is my brother in the Garden?
Malig.
Not that I know of, Madam,
But I came to talk with you.
Bell.
With me? 'bout what?
I'l but call my woman: Luiison:
Malig.
You need not, Madam, strait I'l do't for you.
Bell.
Pray good Major, what's your business with me?
Malig.
Cannot you guess? or have you quite forgot
The humble offers I have long since made you
Of the most pure and faithfullest affection,
That man e're bore to woman?
The suit is still the same, and I am still
The miserable same Petitioner,
'Tis bootless now, I think, for to repeat
Things I have sworn so often to your ears
(For there they stopt) and never could get further:
I need not swear how much I am in love.
Since all that see you die of the same passion,
Nor need I tell how faithful I will prove,
Since those fair Charms where my soul is fetter'd
Can ne're be broke by any rebel heart.
What should I tell you then? nothing,
'Tis not my Que to tell you what I am:
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If not for mine, at least for pity's sake:
Sure mercy dwels in you: for 'tis in heaven.
Bell.
How often have I told you, Malignii,
That it was much unfit for me to hear
Discourses of this Nature?
Why d'ye trouble me and your self too?
A reasonable man would have been answer'd.
Malig.
But reason never yet with Love did cope.
Bell.
Because you want it, d'ye think that I
Must bar my self the use on't?
'Tis late, and I blame-worthy, here to hold discourse
With men alone, Good night, Major:
Malig.
Stay, Madam, for I've much to say,
Bell.
To morrow will be fitter for to hear it.
Malig.
No time so fit as now:
Nay, Madam, you must not go as yet!
[Holds her.
Bell.
What rudeness d'ye practise?
Do you know who I am, and where?
Malig.
Yes Madam, very well:
But I am now resolv'd I will be answer'd
In somethings, then trouble you no more.
Bell.
What means he? Heave'n!
[Aside.
What is it, Sir, you would be answer'd in?
Malig.
Is it impossible you e're can love me,
If I should work my honour and my name
To such a pitch, as they might make you greater,
Give me at least that hope;
For Lovers think that all is possible,
Pray Answer, Could you love me then?
Bellm.
Yes, very much:
For I extreamly Love a growing Vertue
That shoots men up to Honour and Renown,
But yet my Love will never tend that way
That leads to the uniting you and I.
Malig.
Why, is my person then so odious?
Bell.
I ner'e examin'd that;
But may be 'tis impossible
There be some other reasons.
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And is this all the hope you'l ever give me?
Bell.
All that you ever must expect from me.
Malig.
Then Love direct me:
For I will not dye for want of what I now can take.
Bell.
Help, help—Murther
[Takes hold of her.]
Malig.
Nay, you'r out of hearing,
This way, or Ile drag ye.
Luys.
within.
Madam, Madam, Madam.
Malig.
Hell and the Furies stop thy throat:
The House will rise
[Exit running.
Enter Luyson.
Bell.
O Wench, I have been frighted out of my wits,
That Villain, that damn'd Villain.
Luys.
What Villain, Madam? who was here?
Bell.
—Maligni. The Monster of all Villany.
He would have ravish'd me.
Luys.
The Gods forbid:
When your Brother hears on't.
He'll surely kill him.
Bell.
'Tis true, therefore be sure you never speak on't more,
I too much mischief fear from what to night
Has hapen'd, come away.
I ne're again will walk so late alone
[Exeunt.
Enter Maligni.
Malig.
I'me glad of that yet
[Having ore-heard e'm.]
For 'twas all my fear:
O this damn'd foolish Wench to cry so loud.
The house is up, I heare e'm.
[Draw's his Sword.]
Enter two or three Servants, with lights and Swords.
Malig.
Stand! who goes there? what are ye?
Serv.
O Major, here was such a noyse just now
Malig.
I heard it too: come let's seek about.
[Exeunt.
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Bris.
What is the matter?
Serv.
I know not, Sir, I heard your Sisters voyce!
Enter Maligni.
Bris.
What is the business, Major?
Saw you my Sister?
Malig.
Not I, Sir, where is Beaupres?
Bris.
I left him in my Chamber:
Malig.
Are you sure on't?
Bris.
I, I, why dost ask?
Malig.
Nay, for nothing if you left him there,
You may to bed again, I have been round the Garden.
Bris.
Ile first to my sisters Chamber
[Exit.
Malig.
And ile not stay—
Her mind may alter,
To morrow I shall learn all from Luyson:
Plague had he been parted from Beaupres,
I could at worst have put it all on him
And swore her down, That I had parted them,
And she for a pretext had then cry'd out
Exit.
Enter Brisac, Beaup: Belm: Luyson.
Bris.
Nothing Sister, why did you cry out?
Bell.
Why, I was walking, Sir, to take the ayre,
And saw a man, that somewhat frighted me,
Bris.
You did ill to cause this stir for that.
Beau.
Women are frightful, Sir, by night;
Bris.
To bed, dear Sister, all the House will rise
[Ex. Bell: Luyson.
Come friend, to night you needs must lye with me,
Beau.
I shall be too much troublesom, I fear.
Bris.
I know your meaning,
Nay, ile not hinder you;
But take my Counsel in the place and time,
What Devil made him offer it to you?
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Had you two ever any words before?
Beau.
Not I the least.
Nor can I guess the meaning?
Bris.
He was put on, I lay my life;
Me-thoughts Clairmont did take much care of him.
Beau.
I did not mind any thing of that.
Bris.
I know something more then you think,
Which I will have account for;
Besides he is my Rival.
Beau.
You also know I love you, Sir,
Therefore be rul'd by one that is your friend;
Seek not a quarrel on a groundless score:
'Twill be thought ill: however you do fare in't
If he has wrong'd you ever; Ile not speak
One word to hinder what your honour calls for.
Bris.
H'as affronted one thats very neer me,
And I will reason have for what is done.
Beau.
I had an Item given me too of that:
But those that did it were mistaken, Sir,
For too my knowledge, he could never wrong her.
Bris.
H' durst not that—
Beau.
I do believe so too—
Bris.
How comes Boutefu so sawcy grown
Before him, and me too? There's something in't:
Beau.
There is so:—
But I would not willingly Mistake!
Bris.
Nor I; The morning shall declare the doubt,
Or I wear that can find the riddle out.
[Exeunt.
Enter D'elpeche, La' March.
D'elp.
I knew the Fool had something in his head,
H'was so sullen grown o'th sudden.
La. Mar.
But why he pitch upon Beaupres?
H'as seen him often on occasion too,
Where he hath behav'd himself with honour.
D'elp.
P'heu! That's not it:
Though he be young, he's known a man of worth,
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H' serv'd me almost the same trick.
D'elp.
But I think there's scarce that freedom
T'wixt to' her and him!
La'Mar.
'Twas ill and foolish in him—
[Enter Malignii.
O Major, how is't w'y?
You have hardly been seen of late.
Malig.
You'r happy men! nothing to do,
Court Ladies, and be fine.
D'elp.
Indeed your business now is great,
In Winter Quarters there's much stirring always.
Malig.
They are not yet well settl'd, Sir,
When they are, you shall see me
Frisk and dance, none so merry?
But what was the Matter last night, Gentlemen?
D'elph.
'Tis true, you were not there!
Why, Boutefeu affronted the Colonels friend Beaupres,
And had a knock for't.
Malig.
Is that all! rest them merry blades,
Those that seek work will find some always ready.
D'elp.
But I am sorry, 't lighted mongst our selves.
Malig.
So am I too, but who can help it?
Ile be hang'd if Boutefeu did not hate him
For wearing starch in's Boot-hose Tops,
La'Mar.
Like enough:
The gentleman is wondrous moody.
D'elph.
No, no, he would have forborn there
There was something stuck closer then that.
Malig.
If you knew him aswell as I,
You would hardly attribute so much design to him.
La'Mar.
I dare say he never had any in's life!
Malig.
Come, Gentlemen, 'tis early, where shall we walk?
D'elp.
Any where: Let's ride about the works.
Malig.
'Tis done; The air will do us good,
Come, La'March, you had rather go visit
Your Suttlers Wife, I know.—
[Exeunt.
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Clair.
I cannot hinder any Gentleman,
But, if I might perswade you, Sir,
You should not quit Employment for such trifles.
Bout.
'Tis done! nor will I serve
Under the man that broods him so.
Clair.
You know, Sir, Beaupres is a man of courage
He needs not that: Besides ile tell you freely,
The injury was great that you did offer.
Bout.
I had some reason for't (my Lord)
You may believe! I am not else so Brutal.
Clair.
Good Captain, tell it me—
Enter Brisac, Beaupres.
Bris.
Good morning to your Lordship.
Clair.
Good morrow, Colonel.
Bout.
Did you receive the paper that I sent you.
Bris.
I did, Sir, and you are most free!
Bout.
I thank you, Sir; my Lord I kiss your hand.
Clair.
Stay; nay I can here confine you for some time;
Though of Command you have discharg'd your self!
Bout.
If it be'nt long I shall be most obedient.
Beau.
You need not take such care, Boutefeu:
aside.
I shall find time to answer you.
Bout.
I take your word.
Clair.
Mounsieur Brisac! I would fain speak with you.
Bris.
And I did hither come to the same purpose.
Clair.
Pray answer clearly to what I shall ask.
Bris.
Your Lordship need not question that.
Clair.
Do you pretend to the fair Charlot?
Bris.
I love her, Sir! if you call that pretending.
Clair.
And do you know she is my Mistress, Sir?
Bris.
That lies in her disposal—
But I do know that you make Love to her.
Clair.
'Tis well.
Bris.
But come, my Lord, I must examine too,
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Clair.
May be I did?
I am not bound to satisfie demands.
Bris.
And do you think to raise that Siege,
And lay it to my Mistress?
Clair.
Colonel, let's use few words!
I find we are agreed in what we mean!
Bris.
How shall we get to be alone!
If these two leave us, still the thing's the same!
I know they will be doing.
Clair.
The place is here most fit, for none can see us,
And I am pleas'd with my friend,
If you are so, there needs no farther Ceremony.
Bris.
Yes, pray my Lord, 'tis for a Mistress that we fight,
We'll do it decently,
Not like the rage that choler works men to.
[strips.
Beau.
What mean you, Sir?
Clair.
I know by this you understand.
[strips too.
Beau.
Be careful friend of what I love, your self!
[embraces Bris.
And where we'r both, the world can never win us!
Monsieur Boutefeu! see Sir, occasion's offer'd.
Bout.
And you may see, Sir, I was busie ere you spake.
Clair.
Blind Passion is the mad-mans fate,
Who strives to conquer Love, by shewing hate,
Come, Sir.
[They fight.
Bris.
How he drils me—
So cunning at your Weapon, Sir?
There 'tis I'm sure.
[Clairmont falls.
Beau.
They will have done before me,
[Closes with Bout. and disarms him.
Stir not, or I will nail thee to the earth,
How is it, Sir?
[to Bris.
Bris.
Well: prethee, look to him
I fear he's worse.
Clair.
This care is noble in thee, brave Brisac,
But comes too late;
Heav'n forgive me, I do freely thee, farewell.
[dies.
Bout.
What damn'd luck have I?
[Exit.
Bris.
Prethee, lend me thy arm;
Thou art not hurt, I hope?
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Indeed I am.
Bris.
Where dear Beaupres.
Beau.
In every drop that falls from you
My soul does drop a Tear.
Bris.
Away with grief, 'tis womanish,
Lead me to the house, but say you found me so;
Relate not you were with me in the bus'ness,
There is much danger now that he is dead.
Beau.
And would you have me leave you single
In any danger?
Bris.
What will your ill avail me?
You being free you will be abler far
To do me good.
Beau.
Out of that hope I will obey you, Sir.
[Exeunt.
Host and Coligni having stood behind and seen all that past.
Host.
Here's fine work,
This is your fault, I would have rais'd the people.
Colig.
Why, I did think they had been in drink,
To 'ther day I'm sure I was drawn upon
By men in drink, but they did no hurt,
Only kick'd some Fidlers, and so forth.
Host.
You told me
You knew they were in jest;
Here's fine jesting marry,
[Lifts Clair. head.
Nay he's gone, cold as earth.
Colig.
Why, let him go, 'twas none of our faults,
H'might ha' look'd better to himself,
Host.
Alack poor Glentleman,
Who were the other three that went away?
Colig.
I saw no body; I,
Are you mad? will you say you saw any body,
And make your self a party?
Host.
Why will that make me a party,
Ha' you Law for what you say?
Colig.
Yes, marry have I!
Host.
Why, I'l say I have seen no body this two days then.
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I, I, do!
So, so, then he can never recover the reckoning of me:
[aside.
Host.
But who shall we say hurt him?
Colig.
Why, say he hurt himself upon Chance Medley.
Host.
Well, do you look to't; I'l say what you bid me.
Colig.
Then be sure you say, you see him hurt himself!
Host.
We had better be gone and say nothing!
Enter two or three Servants.
Serv.
Who are ye?
Colig.
We? why, we are men as you are!
Serv.
How long have you been here?
Host.
Not very long.
Colig.
Yes, but we have! what then?
Serv.
Were you by when this Lord fell?
Host.
We were by when he hurt himself
With Chance-medly!
Colig.
Honest friends, this fellow lies:
We came just when he had hurt himself!
Serv.
How's this? how's this?
Come, come away with them, here's backwards and forwards;
The Governour will have the truth out on ye,
I'l warrant ye;
Come, help Sirra to lift the body.
[Exeunt:
Enter Charlot, Bellmont.
Char.
Hold, hold, Bellmont, 'tis now my part
To lay the Treasure out of all my Tears,
'Twas not your Rhetorick, but 'twas he that gain'd
The full possession of the heart you spoke for,
And I will drown this house in such a floud
Shall speak my passion, and how much I lov'd.
Bell.
O, envy not my eyes this mournful ease,
Who else would burst; Poor Brother.
Char.
O my Brisac, if thou shouldst leave me now,
How should I wander in the dark of Love?
No Ghost without a Tomb so miserable.
Bell.
Whilst there be hopes
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And throw Our selves into this sea of grief,
Before the Vessel's sunk, our hopes are stor'd in.
Charl.
Hold heart a little, for I would not be
Inconstant in my dying,
I'de live to love him, till he did leave me.
Bell.
I hope your Loves may lasting prove,
And interchang'd remain so here,
And that this il-look'd Chance is but a Scene
To represent what you at last must suffer,
He or you, leaving th'other here behind,
Char.
Heav'ns take me first, then order me to guard
Him from all ill.
Bell.
Come! dear Charlot,
Let us enquire with haste
The Oracle of our ensuing fate
Which by this time the Surgeon here can give us.
Charl.
Propitious be, O Heaven!—
Exeunt
D'lpech, La'March.
La'Mar.
So is our Colonel too,
I fear he'l follow.
D'elp.
The heavens forbid:
Yet if he scape his hurts
I doubt it may go hard with him at Court,
Knowing th'others greatness!
La'Mar.
I hope not,
His Services may something plead for him
Besides we hence can make his way
To some securer place (having more health)
Till he ha's got his pardon from the King.
D'elp.
I would do any thing to serve him,
Come lets go see how things are?—
Exeunt.
Enter Guard, Coligni, Host.
Guard.
There walk you two there, till the Governour comes,
Come Gentlemen, weel lock't—
Exit Guard.
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So now we are in a fine pickle,
This comes of your Chance-Medly,
A Medler close thy chops when thou 'rt dying,
Indeed, Squire, I mean that they call a Medler,
Is this your Law!
I could have found out a better
Trick of Law my self then this.
Colig.
Prethee! what a simple fellow this is,
What trick of the Law could you have found out?
Host.
Why, run away, when we first saw what came on't
For he that runs away, they say, ha's the Law on his side!
Colig.
Why, who the Devil would ere have suspected,
That they should take two civil men Prisoners.
Host.
You said just now that I was a simple man,
But Ile be judg'd by all this Company,
Who is the simpler fellow, you, or I.
Colig.
Ile not enter into the List of Comparisons
with any below my own rank:
Host.
I must be a rank fool then—
But pray heark ye me, what must I say?
For I shall be dash'd and bash'd at the Governours question,
For all he's an Ass, yet he has some pretty conceits
As they call it in the Law.
Colig.
Why, mark me well;
We are not suspected to have done the thing our selves.
Host.
I think not!
No, why should they?
Colig.
He that suspects wrongfully doth himself wrong,
For slander fly's back in the slanderers face.
Host.
True, like a man that pisseth against the Wind.
Colig.
Why, then all that we shall be ask'd is, who we saw there?
Host.
Very good, Sir, and you say you don't know.
Colig.
Prethee peace! I never heard such a hasty fool.
Host.
Why, I onely tell you, what I will say my self!
Colig.
Why, look ye; there you make your self a party again,
They'l think you but dissemble and wo'nt tell.
Host.
Why, what shall I say then?
Colig.
Why, name any body, and then let them clear themselves
As well as they can,
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Pray tell me who you'l name; for we must not name
The same man, you must name one and I another.
Colig.
O no, no, we must both name the same men,
Or else they'l catch us tripping.
Host.
I, the same men we must agree on,
But you shall name one (as I said) and I another.
Colig.
Why, I'le name Monsieur D'elpeche our Guest,
Because he pawn'd me for the reckoning.
Host.
Squire, 'twas your own fault.
Colig.
I, I, but he might have chose whether he would or no,
But who will you name?
Host.
Marry e'en Monsieur La Rock,
That put me out of my Tenement, I thank him.
Colig.
He's a cunning Fellow:
But no matter, Jacta est Alea—
Said Cæsar when he leap'd a Ditch.
I Hearse it out on a Table.
Enter D'orville, Attendants, La Barr.
D'orv.
This Object is so cruel that it calls
Tears from a Souldiers Eyes;
No Scythian but would weep
To see so fair a Worth nipp'd in the Bud.
La Barr.
H' was my noble Patron, yet my grief
Suffers encrease, because I was not with him:
I might have hindred this, or faln too.
But pray, Sir, let's learn the perfect truth.
D'orv.
We will endeavour it.
[Enter D'elpech, La March.
Monsieur D'elpech you're welcome;
And you, brave Captain; see your General's kill'd,
And your poor Colonel mortally wounded.
D'elp.
It grieves us much:
How came this Accident?
D'orv.
We cannot tell;
But Death did n'ere
Play for a faires prize and win both stakes.
Here's two can give account, they saw the business.
Bring those Fellows here.
Speak Friends, how did this business happen?
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And please you, Sir, they came unto the Field,
Pluck'd off their Doublets, and they were run through.
Host.
Yes, an' please you,
With Chance-medly, I saw it.
D'or.
How friend, Chance-medly,
I know not what thou me n'st?
Colig.
Sir, he talk's like an Ass,
Mind him not.
D'or.
But you that can talk wiser, what say you?
Colig.
That they all drew and kill'd one another;
The iron age methoughts was come again.
D'or.
Sirrah, leave off your Poetry and speak toth' matter,
Who were the others that were there?
Two Swords were found,
And yet Brisac brought his home.
Colig.
An't please you, Sir, Mounsieur D'elpech
Was there for one.
Host.
And one Monsieur la Rock for another!
D'elp.
Who, I? what a lying slave is this?
It is not half an hour since we rose.
D'or.
Sirrah, are you sure this Gentleman was there?
Colig.
Yes that I am! nay, Captain ne'r stare!
D'elp.
Why, thou art drunk still; upon my faith, Sir,
I have not been abroad before,
This is my first flight hither.
La'ma.
I can assure you, Sir, I lay with him,
And what he says is truth!
D'or.
Let their Land-lord be fetch'd, I'l ha' this examin'd,
And you, Sir, who did you say was there?
Host.
Monsieur la Rock,
D'or.
Who is that?
Host.
H'was my Land-lord lately, but he turn'd me out of
My Tenement most basely and scurvily.
D'or.
How came he hither, he's no man o'th Sword.
Host.
I know not I, but there he was,
And you please to give me my Oath, I'l swear't presently,
And then let him say what he can for himself.
D'or.
Have a care I catch you not lying,
[Enter Cortaux]
Monsieur Cortaux, welcome;
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Cort.
Yes, and please your Honour, one is my Guest;
But they both lay together this same night.
What ail'st thou man?
[Colig. winks and pulls him.
D'orv.
How say you, Sir, to this?
Colig.
Why, my Father's mad or else mistaken.
Cort.
Thou art mad I think to pinch me so.
D'orv.
Sirrah! you Rogue! I'le have you to the whipping-post,
And your Companion too,
If I do find you willfully tripping.
Host
kneels
—Hold Sir, I'le confess rather—
Colig.
What will you confess, that you are an Ass?
D'orv.
Peace Sirrah!
Host.
This silly fellow here and I combin'd
To accuse Monsieur D'elpech and Monsieur La Rock:
Colig.
O humane frailty! how weak thou art!
D'orv.
Your humane frailty shall be try'd, Sirrah.
Away with them straight,
Let them be soundly lash'd.
Cort.
O mercy, Sir! he is my Heir.
D'orv.
You might have bred him better.
Host.
Yes, so he might; nay he shall be whipp'd for Company;
That's my comfort; here's chance-medley for you.
[Ex. Colig. Host, Cortaux.
D'orv.
'Tis time Monsieur La Barr must find this out:
May be the Colonel at last may tell us:
But I dare swear that he was fairly kill'd.
La Mar.
I hope there's none will question that.
Since our brave Colonel was there engag'd.
La Barr.
There's none will question his fair honour, Sir;
Yet I would gladly know
How I have lost my Patron now, and thy.
D'elp.
It is most reasonable.
D'orv.
Come, Gentlemen, this body shall be laid
Where all our duties sirlier may be paid.
Finis Actus Quarti.
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