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ACT II.

SCENE I.

A Garden.
Margery
sola.
Sure my Stays will burst with sobbing,
And my Heart quite crack with throbbing.
My poor Eyes are red as Ferrets,
And I ha'n't a Grain of Spirits.

[To her Moore.
Moore.
My Madge! my Honey-suckle, in the Dumps!

Marg.
Put your Hand here, and feel my Heart how't thumps.

Moore.
Good lack a day! how great a Palpitation!
Tell me, my Dear! the Cause of this Vexation.

Marg.
An ugly Dream has put me in a Fright;
I dreamt the Dragon slew my gentle Knight:
If such a thing should happen unto thee,
O miserable, miserable, Margery!

Moore.
Don't fright thy self with Dreams, my Girl, ne'er fear him,
I'll work his Buff, if ever I come near him.
I've such a Suit of spiked Armour bought,
Bears, Lions, Dragons, it will set at nought:
In which, when I'm equip'd, my Madge shall see,
I'll scare the Dragon, not the Dragon me.
But Time grows short, I must a while away.

Marg.
Make haste, my Dear!

Moore.
My Duck! I will not stay.

[Exit.
Enter Mauxalinda to Margery.
Maux.
So Madam! have I found you out at last?
You now shall pay full dear for all that's past.
Were you as fine as e'er wore Silk or Sattin,
I'd beat your Harlot's Brains out with my Pattin,
Before you shall delude a Man of mine.

Marg.
Who in the Name of Wonder made him thine?

Maux.
D'ye laugh, you Minx! I'll make you change your Note,
Or drive your grinning Grinders down your Throat.


DUETTO.

Marg.
Lauk, what a monstrous Tail our Cat has got!

Maux.
Nay, if you brave me, then you go to pot.
Come, Bodkin, come! take Mauxalinda's Part,
And stab her hated Rival to the Heart.

[Goes to kill Margery, she swoons.
Enter Moore, takes away the Bodkin.
Moore.
Why, what the Devil is the Woman doing!

Maux.
To put an End to all your Worship's Wooing.

Moore.
'Tis well I came, before the Whim went further;
Had I stay'd longer, here had sure been Murder.
This cursed Jade has thrown the Girl in Fits.
How do'st, my Dear?

[Margery Recovers.
Marg.
Frighted out of my Wits.

Moore.
But fear her not, for by her own Confession,
I'll bind her over to the Quarter-Session.

AIR.
Maux.
O give me not up to the Law,
I'd much rather beg upon Crutches;
Once in a Sollicitor's Paw,
You never get out of his Clutches.

Marg.
Come, come, forgive her.

Moore.
Here my Anger ends.

Maux.
And so does mine.

Moore.
Why then let's buss and Friends.

[Kiss round.
TRIO.
Maux.
Oh how easy is a Woman,
How deluding are you Men!
Oh how rare, to find a true Man,
Not so oft as one in ten.

Moore.
Oh how charming is a Woman,
Form'd to captivate us Men;
Yet so eager to subdue Man,
That for one she covets ten.

Marg.
Let's reward them as they treat us,
Women prove sincere as Men;
But if they deceive and cheat us,
Let us e'en cheat them again.

Omnes.
Let's reward them as they treat us, &c.

Enter Gubbins.
Gub.
Now, now, or never save us, valiant Moore!
The Dragon's coming, don't you hear him roar?

Moore.
Why let him roar his Heart out, 'tis no matter:
Stand clear, my Friends, this is no Time to chatter.

Gub.
Here take your Spear.

Moore.
—I scorn Sword, Spear, or Dart;
I'm arm'd compleatly in a valiant Heart.
But first I'll drink, to make me strong and mighty,
Six Quarts of Ale, and one of Aqua Vitæ.

CHORUS.
Fill, fill, fill a mighty Flagon,
Kill, kill, kill this monstrous Dragon.

[Exeunt.