55 Will be a worke of time; she may be old Before her (as wee fay) her Gentleman-usher: Rut. You lay well, Ladies Gossip; if my Lady Lad. For that, I must consult mine owne Ambition, To them. O blessed man! the bravery prick't out, Act II. Scene IIII. Diaphanous. Palate. Dia. I tell thee Parlon, if I get her, reckon For any Church preferment thou haft a mind too. 5 Pal. I thanke your worship: I will so work for you, As you shall study all the wayes to thanke me: Ile worke my Lady, and my Ladies friends; 70 certaine :] Enter behind sir Diaphanous Silkworm and Palate, in discourse. G Act... Palate.] om. G 4 too.] to 1692, f The very Fly fhee moves by: Hee is one That went to Sea with her husband, Sir Iohn Loadstone, Is left her; for which service she respects him : A dainty Scholler in the Mathematicks; ΤΟ And one shee wholly imployes. Now Dominus Practise 15 But there's a trick to fet his cap awry: If I know any thing; hee hath confest To me in private, that hee loves another, Dia. Yes, here's a Diamont of some threescore pound, I pray you give her that. Pal. If shee will take it. Pal. Here Mr. Compa/le comes: Doe you see my Lady? I will walke by; and hearken how the Chimes goe. 20 25 30 35 Com. Nay Parson, stand not off; you may approach : This is no fuch hid point of State, wee handle, To them. But you may heare it for wee are all of Counsell. 5 And nobly with you, Madam. Lad. Ha'you talk'd with him? And made the overture? Com. Yes, first I mov'd The busines trusted to me, by your Ladiship, I' your owne words, almost your very Sillabes: Save where my Memory trespass'd 'gainst their elegance : 10 For which I hope your pardon. Then I inlarg'd In my owne homely stile, the speciall goodnesse, And greatnesse, of your bounty, in your choice, And free conferring of a benefit, So without ends, conditions, any tye 15 But his meere vertue, and the value of it, With fuch a portion; which when hee had heard, 2o And most maturely acknowledg'd (as his calling Tends all unto maturity) he return'd A thankes, as ample as the Curtesie, (In my opinion) said it was a Grace, Too great to be rejected, or accepted 25 By him! But as the termes stood with his fortune, 30 He might with the same love, that it was offer'd Pal. The fame he said to me. Com. And name the party. Pal. He did, and he did not. Com. Come, leave your Schemes, And fine Amphibolies, Parfon. Pal. You'll heare more. 31 name] nam'd, W named, G party.] party? 1692, f Pol. Why, now your Ladiship is free to choose, The Courtier Sir Diaphanous: he shall doe it, Ile move it to him my felfe. Lad. What will you move to him? Pol. The making you a Counteffe. Lad. Stint, fond woman. Know you the partie Mr. Practise meanes? Com. No, but your Parfon layes he knowes, Madam. Lad. I feare he fables; Parson doe you know Where Mr. Practile is ingag'd? Pal. Ile tell you! But under feale, her Mother must not know: 'Tis with your Ladiships woman, Mrs. Pleasance. Com. How! Lad. Hee is not mad. Pal. O hide the hideous secret From her, shee'l trouble all elfe. You doe hold 35 To Compaffe. 40 45 A Cricket by the wing. Com. Lad. Did he name Pleasance? I find where your shooe wrings you, Mr. Compalle: Moath, Your brother, with his Bias, and the Partie 50 Deepe in discourse: 'twill be a bargaine, and sale; I fee by their close working of their heads, And running them together so in Councell. Lad. Will Mr. Practise be of Councell against us? His brothers, or his fifters: no exception It may be he will be for us. Doe not you Offer to meddle, let them take their course: 53 Enter at a distance, in discourse, sir Moth Interest, Practice, and Bias. G 44 mad.] mad? 1716, f 60 he will] 60 Dispatch, and marry her off to any husband; He shall at last accompt, for the utmost farthing, Pol. Sir, doe but make her worshipfull Aunt a Countesse, 70 And she is yours: her Aunt has worlds to leave you! Her Husband, Sir John Load/tone, was the Governour Six Fleets in seven yeares? Pol. I cannot tell, 75 I must attend my Gossip, her good Ladiship. Pla. And will you make me a Vi-countesse too? For How doe they make a Countesse ? in a Chaire? Or 'pon a bed? Dia. Both wayes, sweet bird, Ile shew you. Act II. Scene VI. Intereft. Practife. To them. Bias. Compalle. Palate. Rnt. Int. The truth is, Mr. Practile, now we are sure I doe confesse it, as a just man should. 5 And call here Mr. Compalle, with these Gentlemen, 68 [Exit Lady L. G 76 For,] sir? G 69 Pol. [to Diaphanous.] G 75 [Exit. G 78 [Exeunt sir Diaphanous and Placentia. G Act. . . Ironfide.] om. G I Int.] Sir Moth. [coming forward.] G Rnt.] Rut. 1692—W |