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ACT IV.
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ACT IV.

SCENE I.

The Mulberry-Garden.
Enter Jack Wildish.
Wild.
I was to blame no earlier to use my self
To these Women of Honour, as they call 'um;
For now like one that never practis'd swimming,
Upon the first occasion I am lost; there are men
Would have fool'd with Olivia, and fool'd her too,
Perhaps by this time, without ever ingaging

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In one serious thought: your good Fencer always
Thrusts in Guard, he's but a Novice that receives
Hit for hit: this Modish and Estridge, I know
Not what to make of their continual Visits,
Methinks Love and Jealousie come too quick
Upon a man in one day.
Enter Modish and Estridge.
Here come the men, they are open enough to
Let me know all at large; but I wou'd fain
Contrive it, that the Ladies might be witnesses
Of their Servants most invincible secrecy:
I'le steal off e're I am seen, and think o'nt.

Enter Victoria and Olivia, as he goes out he meets 'um.
Wild.
Slip into that Arbour, Ladies, and trust me
For once for a quarter of an hours diversion.

Oliv.
Pray, Sister, let us go, he has somewhat in
His head, I'm confident.

He puts them into an Arbour, and meets Modish in a Walk.
Wild
Your Servant, Modish.

Mod.
O your Servant!

Estr.
Your Servant, Mr. Wildish.

Wild.
What, is there store of Game here, Gentlemen?

Mod.
Troth little, or none, a few Citizens that
Have brought their Children out to air 'um,
And eat Cheese-cakes.

Wild.
I thought this place had been so full of
Beauties, that like a Pack of Hounds in a Hare-
Warren, you cou'd not hunt one for another:
What think you of an Arbour and a Bottle of Rhenish.

Wildish brings 'um to the next Arbour to the Ladies.
Estr.
I like the motion well.

Wild.
And how go the Ladies? will they go abroad
Alone? are they come to kissing yet?

Estr.
What Ladies?

Wild.
Why, Sir Johns Daughters, the Ladies.

Mod.
You are merry, Mr. Wildish.


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Wild.
I should be so indeed, if it were with me
As it is with you, Gentlemen, that have two
Such fine Women in love with you, and every
Night sitting up together till morning.

Mod.
I go only to entertain Victoria in meer
Friendship to Ned Estridge; 'tis he that is the
Happy man.

Estr.
'Tis a part of friendship that you discharge
Very willingly, and very effectually, for
Sometimes we see neither of you in an hour;
And then you return, exclaiming against the
Heat of the weather, and cruelty of your Mistress.

Wild.
What, that she kept him a little too hard
To't, or so?

Mod.
Fye, Wildish, they are women of honour.

Wild.
Well, here's their health, to make 'um amends.
And, faith they lose none with me, in being
Civil to an honest Gentleman, 'tis the only
Wealth is left poor women to exercise
Their good nature with: A friend at Court may
Get you a place, a General of an Army give
You an Employment, a Bishop a Church-Living,
And a fair Lady a good turn; every one in their
Way, and I hold him ungrateful that burys
An obligation of any sort in silence: besides
'Twere meer robbery to your friends, not to
Let u'm rejoice in your good fortune.

Mod.
But say I have made a vow to the contrary;
Not that there is, or ever was, any such good
Fortune; and womens favours, like the gifts
Of Fairies, if once spoke of, vanish.

Wild.
O your Servant, what say you Estridge?
Are you under a vow too, or are the favours
You have receiv'd, yet, only such as the hope
Of further obliges you to secrecy for a while?
But you are so serious, I doubt you intend
To commit matrimony.

Estr.
Not as long as I can have simple forni-

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Cation for love or money: I am not for those
Ladies that deal by whole-sail, a bit off the
Spit serves my turn as well as the whole Joint,
And methinks has a prettier relish.

Wild.
That is, metaphorically saying, you have
Sped with your Mrs.—my service
[Drinks to him.
To you, remembring the Bit off the Spit.
And how, is she buxam? does she think happiness
Consists in motion, or in rest? what Sect of
Philosophers is she of?

Estr.
A Pythagorean; I, Sir, in all these cases say
Nothing.

Wild.
Nay, you had as good speak out now, and
Make me your confident.

Modish takes Estridge aside.
Mod.
Jack Wildish is an honest fellow, 'tis not a
Pins matter what we say to him; and they are
Two of the prettiest women in Town: it sounds
Handsomly, to boast some familiarity, you
Understand me: he knows 'um not, and will
Never find us out; I'le begin with him—
I wonder, Wildish, we could never get you along
With us; the Ladies have not vow'd virginity,
They are no such Bugbears as you take 'um for.

Wild.
I take 'um for honest women, or which is
E'ne as bad, pretenders to it.

Estr.
There is no harm in pretending to it, that
Like a high price, only serves to keep off
Ill Company.

Wild.
Yes, yes, I know what kind of cattel they are,
Well enough, there's no having a simple Kiss
Amongst 'um without a journey into the
Country; nor getting 'um abroad without a Sister,
Or a Cousin at least, and then they must beat
Home too by ten a Clock, have the Syllabubs, and
Tarts, brought into the Coach to 'um; drink more

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Sugar than wine, and so foul all the Glasses, put
You to four or five pound charge, and let you
See nothing but themselves, that's man's meat
For't; I have been once or twice plagu'd
With such Animals as these.

Mod.
Can'st thou imagine, Wildish, we wou'd fool
Away our time with such shadows of women
As thou describ'st? we have solid and substantial
Pleasures.

Wild.
What? a Riband, or a lock of hair, I warrant.

Mod.
No, two young juicy Girls, that stick as
Close to us, as the Bark to the tree, and part as
Unwillingly from us, as green fruit does from the
Stone; and all this through the reputation of sober
And discreet Servants to their pleasure: If such
A scandalous fellow as thou come into the House
Without our introduction, the Ladies wou'd cry out,
O my Honour! as far as they cou'd see thee.

Wild.
Methinks, Sir John Everyoung (an old smell-
Smock as he is) shou'd take the alarm, and so
Remove these so juicy Girls.

Estr.
I hope you don't think we mean his Daughters
All this while? (that were a trick indeed)
We speak of two Ladies that shall be nameless.

Wild.
Faith, Gentlemen, I can speak of none such,
For all my acquaintance have two or three
Names apiece, I assure you.

Mod.
Well Jack, to return your civility in
The last health you began, here's to all those
Incomparable Ladies, that like Roman
Conquerors have two or three names
Apiece: But if thou wou'dst leave this
Rambling, thou wou'dst lose nothing by it;
There's as hard drinking in Gentlemens Houses
Now adays, as at Taverns, and as hot service
In many a Ladys Chamber, as at Giffords.

Wild.
But how shou'd a man do to get into.
Reputation? there are your men of fashion,

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As well as Stuffs, and they go out again no body
Knows how.

Mod.
'Tis true, in the first place you must shake
Hands with your old friends, Hoquemore and
Burgundy for a while; leave your Chaste Ling,
And La-Fronds, dine with my Lord such a
One one day, my Lady what d'you call 'um another;
And be sure to talk on't in the next Company
You come into, drink Wine and Water at Table,
A Dish of Tea after Dinner, like nothing but
What is French, before the Ladies; lose your money
Very much like a Gentleman to 'um in the Afternoon,
And the work's done.

Wild.
This is a hard Chapter.

Estr.
If thou knew'st once the pleasure of such a
Sprightly Girl as Olivia, the kind quarrels,
The fondness, the pretty sullenness after a
Little absence, which must be charm'd out
Of it with Kisses, and those thousand other
Devises that make a Lovers happiness; thou
Wou'dst think all this as easie, as lying a bed in
The Country in a wet morning.

Mod.
Or, if he cou'd but see Victoria's reserv'dness
A little mollifi'd, and brought to hand with a good
Supper and the Fidles.

Estr.
Or Olivia in her morning dress, with her Guittar,
Singing to it most enticingly, and then as kind in
Her discourse, her little breasts swelling and pouting
Out, as if they came half way to be Kist.

Mod.
Or the others haughty look melted into smiles,
The pretty combat of pride and pleasure in her
Face, at some certain times.

Estr.
My Mistress is in the very spring of beauty.

Mod.
And mine in the Midsommer of perfection.

Estr.
Mine is—

Wild.
Nay Gentlemen, one at once, and no quarrelling
I beseech you; you are happy men both, and have
Reason to be in love with your sweet lives, but I

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Thought Victoria had so obstinately doted on
Her old Servant Horatio, that there had been
More hope of winning a Widow at her Husbands
Funeral, then of any favour for her now.

Mod.
People will be talking, but on my word she'l
N'er break her heart for Horatio; I and my
Fellow-labourer, Time, have done his business.

Wild.
You are the great Masters of your Art, these
Are the two Beauties, that the whole Town runs
Mad after.

Estr.
We know it, we know it, and it is no small part
Of our felicity, to have that Lord send his
Coach and six to carry 'um to the Park; this
Gentleman offering to play at Angel-beast with 'um,
Though he scarce know the Cards, and has no more
Visible Estate then what he may lose at a sitting:
A third begging to give 'um the four and twenty
Violins, which his Father in the County hears
Of and disinherits for, whilst the Ladies put 'um
Off with some slight Excuses, and send the whole
Town over after us.

Wild.
You have 'um it seems in most excellent order.

Mod.
O there's no true pleasure but in your person
Of quality, the others love all men so well,
They can love none best: they are indeed
(Like your more generous Creatures) somewhat
Hard to tame, but I have seen a Lyon as
Gentle as an Ox: time and industry will do
Any thing.

Estr.
Come, drink a Glass round.

Mod.
I can't get down a drop of this Wine more
Without a Frolick.

Wild.
Every man name the woman that has
Oblig'd him last, and drink all their
Healths in a Brimmer.

Mod.
Content, begin Estridge.

Estr.
Olivia: now, Modish, name yours.

Mod.
Victoria, Victoria: we must have

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Your person too, Wildish.

Wild.
Mrs. Betty.

Mod.
Betty what?

Wild.
Nay faith, I can go no further, and may
Very well be mistaken in that too.

Estr.
Here's a Lock of Hair, shall I dip it for one
Glass more?

Wild.
Whose is it first?

Estr.
Olivia's, whose shou'd it be? black as Jet,
And shining as her Eyes: here's her Picture
Too in little.

(Wildish steps a little aside, and looks upon it.)
Wild.
O Impudence! his Sisters Picture, he forgot
He show'd me a month ago; this lock of
Hair, produc't so confidently, frighted me
A little, till I saw the colour.

Enter to them Snappum.
Snap.
Gentlemen, I beg your pardon for pressing
Thus rudely into your Company; but the business
Concerns no less then all my Fortunes: I
Have been long a Suitor to a rich Widow, and have
At last prevail'd with her to marry me suddenly.

Estr.
What is that to us, Sir?

Snap.
Wildish, you'l I hope make my Excuse to
Your friends: coming into the Garden about
Half an hour ago, I lost a Bracelet of her
Hair, wrought with her own hands, so that
There is no deceiving her with a counterfeit:
A Waiter here tells me, he saw one of you
Take up such a thing.

Wild.
Is this it?

Estr.
That's mine, and compos'd of hair so dear
To me, that I would fight with Hector, the top
Of your order for least of 'um.

Snap.
And I with Hercules for mine: but
Pray Mr. Wildish, let me see it; if it be that I look
For, no body will quarrel for't, for 'tis full
Of gray hairs, I assure you.


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Wild.
Shall he see it?

Estr.
No.

Wild.
I'le make bold for once though.

Snap.
'Tis my old Woman's.

[Shows it him.
Wild.
By the mark I'le swear, for 'tis as grizl'd
As a Silver-hair'd Rabbet; I may venture to
Let him have it, Estridge, I suppose, mayn't I?

Estr.
Yes, yes, now I remember me, I sent mine
To have a new string put to it.

Snappum goes off, Wildish follows him a little way.
Wild.
Adieu, Snappum.

Snap.
Are any of these Gentlemen good Bubbles,
Mr. Wildish?

Wild.
What do I know, you had best ask 'um.

Snap.
No, I thank you, Sir, I can be satisfied
On easier terms; but you were always a Lover
Of ingenuity, pray tell me.

Wild.
Away, away.
[Exit Snap. Wild. returns.
I'm sorry your Mistress has gray hairs so young,
I doubt you are not kind to her, Estridge.

Mod.
Nay, Wildish, don't insult upon a mistake.

Estridge is out of Countenance, and looking up and down, sees the women in the next Arbour.
Estr.
I think we have neighbours in the next
Arbour, and fine women they seem to
Be in their Masks.

Mod.
Let's entertain 'um—what Ladies, come a
Padding for Hearts here in your Vizards?
A pretty device to make a man in Love
With he can't tell who.

Estr.
What, rob us of our Liberties without one
Word? not so much as stand and deliver?

Oliv.
If we shou'd rob you of your Hearts,
Gentlemen, 'twere but petty Larceny; Victoria
And Olivia wou'd never send Hue and Cry after us.

Mod.
You know us, Madam.

Oliv.
Yes, Gentlemen, somewhat better then

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We did this morning, though I always
Suppos'd no less.

Estr.
Then what?

Oliv.
Then that you were the vainest Coxcombs
In the whole Town, Fellows that wou'd hate
A woman that were kind to you, because she
Takes from you the pleasure of belying her.

Estr.
Olivia?

Oliv.
The very same, Sir, whose Picture you have
In your Pocket, and about whose Hair you
Had like to have quarrell'd so manfully but now;
Who sends all the Town after you, and puts
Others off with slight Excuses; the obliging
Lady, whose health you drank by that name.

Estr.
'Twas another Olivia I meant, one
I knew abroad.

Vict.
And another Victoria that you meant, Modish?

Mod.
Right, right, my Landladies Daughter
At the Cheval d'Or, since gone into a Monastery.

Oliv.
The Daughters of a French Everyoung,
I warrant too.

Estr.
La Jeunesse was their Father, which is
All one with Everyoung in English.

Mod.
On our Honours, Ladies, we were ever most
Tender of your dear Credits, and are heartily
Sorry our Mistresses light to be of your names.

Oliv.
Pray will you do me favour to let
Me see my Picture, I'm confident 'tis very
Like me.

Estr.
Your French Name-sakes you mean, Madam;
That mal adroit Wildish let it fall and broke
The Crystal, and I sent it just now away
To have a new one put to it, as I hope to be
Sav'd, Madam.

Mod.
But, Madam, cou'd you think me so
Senseless, as discourse of you at that rate?
Here's Jack Wildish has heard us speak of
These Wenches a hundred times.


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Wild.
'Slight, these fellows
[Wildish apart.
Will lye themselves into credit again, if
I han't a care of 'um instantly: Gentlemen
I understand no winks, the few lyes I'le
Venture upon I am resolv'd to keep for my
Own use.

Estr.
Prithee Wildish help us but this once.

Wild.
No, no, go on, methinks you are in a
Very fair way; I am a stranger, the Ladies
Won't mind what I say.

Oliv.
Yes, yes, we'll take your word.

Wild.
Why then, Ladys, I assure you upon the Honour
Of a Gentleman, and by my friendship to those
Worthy persons I dare answer, they are too
Much Servants, to discourse so long of any
Thing but your selves: and for the French women
You know as much of 'um as I, having never
Heard tittle of 'um till this minute.

Vict.
You have brought a very sufficient
Witness with you Gentlemen, we do
Believe him.

Mod.
Ours is not the first good cause has been lost
By ill Witnesses: but I perceive, Ladys, you
Don't know Jack Wildish, he is the verryest
Droll in the whole Town; has a hundred
Of these fetches.

[To Wildish apart.
Estr.
Pox on't, thou mayst bring all off yet.

Wild.
Faith my conscience won't give me leave
To deceive a Lady in a friends behalf,
[aloud.
To do it now, and in my own is all I can
Obtain of it.

[Estridge comes up to Wildish.
Estr.
'S death, Sir—

Wild.
Nay Estridge, no huffing, you know I
Mind it not, and 'tis uncivil to fright your
Mistresses.

Mod.
But that we are two to one, and scorn
Advantages, you shou'd not carry it off thus.

Wild.
I shou'd be more afraid if you were

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Three to one: but some other time for
These matters.

Oliv.
Never blame Wildish, we were all the
While in the next Arbour, so that if he had
Taken your Cue never so readily, 't had done
You little service.

Vict.
Gentlemen this matter will bear no more
Raillery; we are sensible of our Honours, and
The injury your extravagant discourse might
Have done us, with any but so worthy a
Person as Mr. Wildish; but he we are
Confident understands himself too well
To have any ill thought of us from your
Vanity: we can do no less than forbid
You our House, and pray forbear it without
Further Ceremony.

Wildish takes Victoria; Estridge offers to take Olivia, she refuses.
Oliv.
No, Sir, you'le say I come to pick you up
In the Garden one time or other.

[Exeunt omnes.
Enter Eugenio like an Officer, and three more.
Sir Samuel Forecast above.
Enter a Servant.
Serv.
Sir, there are some Souldiers below, say
They must search your House for some
Suspitious person.

Fore.
I warrant they mean Eugenio and Philander,
I am utterly undone, suspected for a Traytor,
And all long of those ungracious Girls! I am
Very glad I have got my Christian Cloth
On again: go and let 'um in.

Euge.
Sir, I hope you will excuse us, we do but
Follow our Orders, and having search'd your
House for some dangerous persons will

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Leave it you again in peace: Eugenio and
Philander were your Sons, and therefore
Most probably judg'd to have made
Your House their Sanctuary.

Fore.
My House their Sanctuary! I had rather
It shou'd be their Grave: since they made
The State their Enemy, I have been so too.

Euge.
Then you have no thoughts of 'um for
Your Daughters?

Fore.
No, Sir, I assure you: and to remove all doubt,
Althea's shortly to be marry'd to Horatio
(One that will bid you welcome, Sir, if you
Please to come to the wedding) and I hope to
Dispose of Diana e're long to some honest
Gentleman of our party.

Enter Althea.
Fore.
I command you, on my blessing, to answer
All things this Gentleman questions you
About, precisely, as it were my self.

Euge.
Sir, you do well, but you must retire
A little, whilst we examine your Daughters;
A man, though never so well meaning
Himself, can't answer for others.

[Exit. Forecast.
Euge.
Lady, your Father here has shew'd
Himself a faithful Subject to the Common-
Wealth; it now remains to know what
Correspondence you entertain with Eugenio
And Philander, your former Servants.

Alth.
Upon my honour not the least, we are
Too strictly watch'd to have a correspondence
With any man, and are too careful of our
Selves to hold one with persons so obnoxious.

Euge.
Are you resolv'd you never will?

Alth.
As things are now they never shall.

Euge.
Must you then marry Horatio?

Alth.
My Father tells me so, and I have hitherto
Been Dutiful.


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Euge.
Horatio's an accomplish'd Gentleman.

Alth.
He is Sir, and worthy of more happiness
Than I can bring him to.

Euge.
By Heaven, she loves him.
[aside.
You lov'd Eugenio once, and gave vow for vow.

Alth.
I did perhaps.

Euge.
A Stranger and an Enemy as he is I pity him.

Alth.
'Tis noble in you, Sir, but we must all obey
Our Fortunes.

[Eugenio lets fall his Disguise.
Euge.
And curse 'um too, if they be all like mine,
That love where beauty, and not virtue, shine.
O that the Tyrants knew that I were here!
Death does more lovely now than life appear.
Since thou art false, 'tis she alone has charms;
Neglected love rests only in your arms:
When I am dead you may your choice avow
Without reproach, which sure you cannot now:
And I shall want the sence of all my wrongs,
My death both to my rest, and thine belongs.

Alth.
Can this Eugenio be, and so unkind,
What strange Distemper rages in thy mind?
Cou'd once my Soul of a base thought allow,
He that believes me false shou'd find me so.

Euge.
Must you not, Madam, with Horatio wed?
'Tis a belief that your own words have bred.

Alth.
Forgive my fear, if any word of mine
Unto that hateful sound seem'd to encline:
Your rude appearance, of a Souldier, made
My tender heart, and very love afraid:
I durst not speak, what most I did believe,
But us'd such words as you wou'd best receive.

Euge.
Alas, Althea! what you told me here,
Did not create, although encrease, my fear:
That you must make him happy, is not new,
Nor did I learn the killing sounds from you;
The Streets are full of it, and every where
I can of nothing but this Hymen hear.


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Alth.
'Tis true, my Father does a match design
'Twixt me and this Horatio, and does joyn
Threats to Commands, urges th'uncertain state
Of your affairs, your Party, and the Fate
Of such as do a well form'd Power invade;
How they are always conquer'd or betray'd.
My Beauty fatal to it self the while
Inflames Horatio, and discourse (like Oyl)
Foments the fire: of such a Love he tells,
As would prevail but where your Image dwells;
But still in vain the Heart I gave to you,
The one does threaten, and the other woo.

Euge.
An absent Lover ill maintains the field:
Does not my Image to his presence yield?

Alth.
I'm sure it ought; reproaches so severe,
They that deserve 'um not will never bear.
'Twere just that Faith which you so ill deserve,
For one of nobler thoughts I shou'd reserve.

Euge.
We oft are made by a too great concern
(Like too much light) unable to discern.
The leave I gave to your surprise so late,
Now for my own distraction I intreat.
Where there is much of Love, there will appear
Mixt with our boldest hope some little fear.

Alth.
That fear in a true Lover soon wou'd dye,
Which to my Virtue is an Enemy.

Euge.
Hope is the passion of a calmer brest,
But high concernments are with doubt opprest.
To few, alas, is such assurance given
Not to fear Hell, although they hope for Heaven.
I not your Virtue, but my Fate accuse,
Which still does me with highest rigour use.

Alth.
Though Fate, Eugenio, for Misfortune meant,
I wou'd refuse to be the Instrument.
That dire necessity it seldom gave
Of harming them, whom we wou'd only save.

Euge.
But hark, I think I hear a noise of Swords.

Alth.
The sound, alas, no room for doubt affords.

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You might perhaps be safe in your disguise.

Spoke within by Souldiers.
Where are the rest of 'um?
Down with the doors there.

Euge.
Their sudden coming all such hope denies,
'Tis me they seek, I am betray'd; but yet
Since I can't shun, I'le try to break the net.
This Paper will inform your Sister where
She may of her unhappy Servant hear,
Make him remove, help him to shun that Fate
Which does for the unblest Eugenio wait.
My Rival in their head! by all the Gods,
Horatio, this is an unmanly odds;
Yet if on thee I can but fall reveng'd,
I life for death most happily have chang'd.

Hora.
Eugenio here! I thought of nothing less,
But my clear meaning this will best express.

He fights on Eugenio's side.
Officer.
Down with 'um both.

The Souldiers prevail, they are taken.
Euge.
Sir, let my life the cruel forfeit pay,
And bear not rashly so much worth away.
Horatio was too far by Vertue led,
And sav'd that blood he nobly should have shed:
He being my Rival fear'd the world might say,
He for my hated life this train did lay.
Honour ingag'd his Sword in my defence,
And Honour is a kind of Innocence.

Hora.
Eugenio leave to intercede for me,
I only grieve I cou'd not rescue thee,
That so thou might'st thy preservation owe
To the same Vertue thou so ill didst know:
And I some fitter time might make thee owne
The injustice of thy mean aspersion,
To think I came thus rudely to invade
The place where all that I adore is laid;
And then to take my Rival in a snare,
Where if I wou'd I knew I cou'd not spare,

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Was an affront thou with that life hadst paid,
Which I defended: but revenge shows base,
Which on our Honour more dependence has.

Euge.
Some other time for this dispute we'll take,
Revenge by threatning we the harder make.

Officer.
Come, Gentlemen, you must away, my
Orders press; you will have time enough to talk
Of these things in the Tower.

Enter two Souldiers bringing in Sir Samuel.
Officer.
Sir, you must along.

Fore.
Who I! for what?

Offic.
For harbouring Eugenio here, a known
Enemy to the State.

Fore.
You brought him with you for ought I know,
I n'er saw his face, I answer'd an Officer, and
Two Souldiers that came to search for him
Even now, and as I thought, gave 'um satisfaction.
But when I heard the clashing of Swords, because
I wou'd not be made accessory to any thing that
Might happen, I confess I retir'd into a
Corner of my Garret.

Offic.
Sir, this won't satisfie, the Receiver is as
Bad as the Thief; I have found a Traytor
In your house, and you shall answer it.

Fore.
Eugenio, you are an honest Gentleman,
Pray speak, did I know any thing of your
Being here?

Euge.
Not in the least, Sir: but my word I fear
Will do you little service.

Enter Wildish.
Wild.
What, Sir Samuel, agen under persecution?
Nay, faith, I can do you no service now, these
Are a sort of Gamesters I dare not meddle withal.

Fore.
I am undone! here's Eugenio found in my
House, and they are carrying him to the Tower.

Wild.
Come, bear up, Sir, if there come a turn,
You'l be a great man.


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Fore.
I shall be hang'd on that side, and to speak
My own Conscience, I have deserv'd it.

Wild.
No, to lye in Prison for concealing Cavaliers,
Will be great merit; and let me tell you as a friend,
There's like to be a turn suddenly, 'tis thought the
General will declare like an honest man, I say
No more; therefore carry your self moderately,
This accident may chance to do you good service,
If you have the grace to make the right use on't:
But how came Eugenio and Horatio of a side?

Fore.
I came but just now among 'um, and know
Nothing; but 'tis a strange thing a man can't be
Believ'd in his own defence: carry me to Prison?
I'le see what Justices hand they have for't.

Offic.
We shall find hands enough, ne're fear it.

[Exeunt omnes.