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You are so generous, Sir, that 'tis almost with grief I receive the Blessing of Leticia. Sir Feeb. No, no, thou deservest her; she would have made an old fond Blockhead of me, and one way or other you wou'd have had her ods bobs, you wou'd Enter Bearjest, Diana, Pert, Bredwel, and Noisey. Bea. Justice, Sir, Justice I have been cheated abused assassinated and ravisht! Sir Cau.
The longing Bridegroom hastens to his Bed; Whilst she with all the languishment of Love, And sad Despair, casts her fair Eyes on me, Which silently implore, I would deliver her. To this and bear Leticia off by force. But see she comes Enter Lady Fulbank, Sir Cautious, Sir Feeble, Leticia, Bearjest, Noisey, Gayman. Exit Bellmour. Sir Feeb. Lights there, Ralph. And my Lady's Coach there Bea.
Mr. Gayman, a Spark of the Town, Lover of Julia, Mr. Betterton. Mr. Bellmour. contracted to Leticia. disguis'd, and passes for Sir Feeble's Nephew, Mr. Kynaston. Mr. Bearjest, Nephew to Sir Cautious, a Fop, Mr. Jevon. Capt. Noisey, his Companion, Mr. Harris. Mr. Bredwel, Prentice to Sir Cautious, and Brother to Leticia, in love with Diana, Mr. Bowman. Rag, Footman to Gayman.
'Tis so, I'll go and commit the Theft, whilst you prepare to carry it, and then we'll to dinner with your Sister the Bride. SCENE III. The House of Sir Feeble. Enter Sir Feeble, Leticia, Sir Cautious, Bearjest, Diana, Noisey. Sir Feeble sings and salutes 'em. Sir Feeb. Bear. Methinks my Lady Bride is very melancholy. Sir Cau. Ay, ay, Women that are discreet, are always thus upon their Wedding-day.
But, Sir, I will for once allow your Friend the Captain to keep you company. Enter Noisey and Diana. Bea. Bred. Haste, Dear; the Parson waits, To finish what the Powers design'd above. Dia. Noi. Psho! he conjure he can flie as soon. Gay. Gentlemen, you must be sure to confine your selves to this Circle, and have a care you neither swear, nor pray. Bea. Pray, Sir!
'Twas that first drew me in The tempting Hope of Means to conquer you, Wou'd put me upon any dangerous Enterprize: Were I the Lord of all the Universe, I am so lost in Love, For one dear Night to clasp you in my Arms, I'd lavish all that World then die with Joy. L. Ful. Gay. Enter Sir Cautious, Bearjest, Noisey and Bredwel. Sir Cau.
Set down the Chest behind yon hedge of Roses and then put on those Shapes I have appointed you and be sure you well-favour'dly bang both Bearjest and Noisey, since they have a mind to see the Devil. Rag. Oh, Sir, leave 'em to us for that; and if we do not play the Devil with 'em, we deserve they shou'd beat us. But, Sir, we are in Sir Cautious his Garden, will he not sue us for a Trespass? Gay.
Ay, ay, this Grievance ought to be redrest, Sir Feeble; the grave and sober part o'th' Nation are hereby ridicul'd, Ay, and cuckolded too for ought I know. L. Ful. Wise Men knowing this, should not expose their Infirmities, by marrying us young Wenches; who, without Instruction, find how we are impos'd upon. Enter Fiddles playing, Mr. Bearjest and Diana dancing; Bredwel, Noisey, &c. L. Ful.
Since she has so firm a Contract, I pronounce it a lawful Marriage but hark, they are coming sure Dia. Enter Bearjest and Noisey disordered. Bea. Madam, I beg your Pardon I met with a most devilish Adventure; your Pardon too, Mr. Doctor, for making you wait.
Enter Gayman with his Hat and Money in't, Sir Cautious in a rage, Sir Feeble, Lady Fulbank, Leticia, Captain Noisey, Bellmour. Sir Cau. A hundred Pound lost already! Oh Coxcomb, old Coxcomb, and a wise Coxcomb to turn Prodigal at my Years, why, I was bewitcht! Sir Feeb. Shaw, 'twas a Frolick, Sir, I have lost a hundred Pound as well as you.
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