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1st Spect. But Truth is still itself?

2nd Spect. No, not at all, as Truth appears to us;

For oftentimes

That is a truth to me, that's false to you;

So 'twould not be, if it was truly true.

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Doubts first, and from one doubt doth soon proceed
A thousand more, in solving of the first!
Like 'nighted travellers we lose our way;
Then every ignis fatuus makes us stray,
By the false lights of reason led about,
Till we arrive where we at first set out:
Nor shall we e'er truth's perfect highway see
Till dawns the day-break of eternity.

Apprehension.

O Apprehension !—

So terrible the consequence appears,

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It makes my brain turn round, and night seem darker. The moon begins to drown herself in clouds,

Leaving a duskish horror everywhere.

My sickly fancy makes the garden seem

Like those benighted groves in Pluto's kingdoms.

Injured Husband.

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Wife (dying). Oh, oh, I fain would live a little If but to ask forgiveness of Gerardo! [longer, My soul will scarce reach heav'n without his pardon. Gerardo (entering). Who's that would go to heav'n, and wants my pardon?

Take it, whate'er thou art; and may'st thou be
Happy in death, whate'er thou didst design.
GERARDO; his wife murdered.

Ger. It is in vain to look 'em,* if they hide; The garden's large; besides, perhaps they 're gone. We'll to the body.

Serv. You're by it now, my Lord.
Ger.

This accident amazes me so much,

I go I know not where.

Doubt.

Doubt is the effect of fear or jealousy,

Two passions which to reason give the lie ;

*The murderers.

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For fear torments, and never does assist ;
And jealousy is love lost in a mist.

Both hood-wink truth, and go to blind-man's-buff.
Cry here, then there, seem to direct enough,
But all the while shift place; making the mind,
As it goes out of breath, despair to find;
And, if at last something it stumbles on,
Perhaps it calls it false, and then 'tis gone.
If true, what's gain'd? only just time to see
A breachless play, a game at liberty;

*

That has no other end than this, that men
Run to be tired, just to sit down again.

Owl.

hark how the owl

Summons their souls to take a flight with her,
Where they shall be eternally benighted.—

CLXX. (G.)

MAMAMOUCHI: A COMEDY.

BY EDWARD RAVENSCROFT.

Foolish Lender.

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Debtor. As to my affairs, you know I stand indebted to you.

Creditor. A few dribbling sums, Sir.

Debt. You lent 'em me very frankly, and with a great deal of generosity, and much like a gentleman. Cred. You are pleased to say so.

Debt. But I know how to receive kindnesses, and to make returns according to the merits of the person that obliges me.

Cred. No man better.

Debt. Therefore pray let's see how our accounts stand.

Cred. They are down here in my table book.

Debt. I am a man that love to acquit myself of all obligations as soon

*Breathless.

Cred. See the memorandum.

Debt. You have set it all down?

Cred. All.

Debt. Pray read

Cred. Lent, the second time I saw you, one hundred guineas.

Debt. Right.

Cred. Another time fifty.

Debt. Yes.

Cred. Lent for a certain occasion, which you did not tell me, one hundred and fifty.

Debt. Did I not? that I should conceal anything from my friend!

Cred. No matter.

Debt. It looks like mistrust, which is a wrong to friendship.

Cred. O Lord!

Debt. I am so ashamed!-for I dare trust my soul with you. I borrowed it, to lend a person of quality, whom I employed to introduce me to the King, and recommend me to his particular favour, that I might be able to do you service in your affairs.

Cred. O did you so? then that debt is as it were paid; I'll cross it out.

Debt. By no means; you shall have it, or I vow— Cred. Well, Sir, as you please.

Debt. I vow I would ne'er have borrowed of you again, as long as I had lived--but proceed—

Cred. Another time one hundred

Debt. O, that was to send into France to my wife to bring her over, but the Queen would not part with her then; and since, she is fallen sick.

Cred. Alas!

Debt. But pretty well recovered

Cred. These four sums make up four hundred guineas

Debt. Just as can be ; a very good account. Put down two hundred more, which I will borrow of you now; and then it will be just six hundred: that is, if it will be no inconvenience to you

Cred. Euh, not in the least

Debt. It is to make up a sum of two thousand pounds, which I am about to lay up in houses I have

bought; but if it incommode you, I can have it elsewhere

Cred. O, by no means

Debt. You need but tell me, if it will be any trouble.

Cred. Lord, Sir, that you will think so!

Debt. I know some will be glad of the occasion to serve me; but these are favours only to be asked of special friends. I thought you, being my most esteemed friend, would take it ill, if you should come to hear of it, that I did not ask you first. Cred. It is a great honour.

CLXXI. (G.)

THE TRIUMPHANT WIDOW: A COMEDY.

BY THE DUKE OF NEWCASTLE.

Humours of a Thief going to Execution.

Officers. Room for the prisoner there, room for the prisoner.

Footpad. Make room there; 'tis a strange thing a man cannot go to be hanged without crowding for it.

1st Fellow. Pray, Sir, were not you a kin to one Hinde ?*

Footpad. No; I had run away faster then. 2nd Fellow. Pray, prisoner, before your death clear your conscience, and tell me truly, &c.

[All ask him questions about robberies. Margery. I am sure you had my Lady's gilt caudle cup.

Footpad. Yes, and would have kept it; but she has it again, has she not?

James. And the plate out of my buttery

Footpad. Well, and had she not it again? what a plague would you have? you examine me, as if you would hang me, after I am hanged. Pray, officers, rid me of these impertinent people, and let me die in quiet.

* A noted highwayman in those days.

1st Woman. O lord! how angry he is! that shews he is a right reprobate, I warrant you.

Footpad. I believe, if all of you were to be hanged, which I hope may be in good time, you'd not be

very merry.

2nd Woman. Lord, what a down look he has ! 1st Woman. Aye, and what a cloud in his forehead, goody Twattle mark that

2nd Woman. Aye, and such frowning wrinkles, I warrant you, not so much as a smile from him. Footpad. Smile, quoth she? Tho' 'tis sport for you, 'tis none for me, I assure you.

1st Woman. Aye, but 'tis so long before you 're hanged.

Footpad. I wish it longer, good woman.

1st Fellow. Prithee, Mr Thief, let this be warning to you for ever doing the like again. Footpad. I promise you it shall.

2nd Woman. That's well: thank you with all my heart; la ! that was spoken like a precious godly

man now.

1st Woman. By my truly, methinks now he is a very proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day. Footpad. Aye, so are all that are hanged; the gallows adds a great deal of grace to one's person.

2nd Woman. I vow he is a lovely man; 'tis pity he should be taken away, as they say, in the flower of his age.

1st Officer. Come, dispatch, dispatch; what a plague shall we stay all day, and neglect our business, to hang one thief?

2nd Officer. Pray, be hanged quickly, Sir; for I am to go to a Fair hard by.

1st Officer. And I am to meet some friends to drink out a stand of ale by and by.

1st Woman. Nay, pray let him speak, and die like a Christian.

2nd Woman. O, I have heard brave speeches at this place before.

Footpad. Well, good people-if I may be bold to call you so- -this Pulpit was not of my choosing. I shall shortly preach mortality to you without speaking; therefore pray take example by me, and then I

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