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I cannot hold; but if I shou'd forgive, and marry you, you wou'd be gadding after honour still, longing to be a she Great Turk again. Isa. Break not my heart with such suspicions of me. Gull. Isa. Guil. I am confirm'd 'Tis no respect of Honour makes her weep; Her Loves the same shou'd I cry Chimney Sweep. SCENE I. A Garden. Enter Francisco alone. Fran.
Then, Sir, when we have taken this old Fool, on whom the grossest cheat wou'd pass, much more this, which shall carry so seeming a Truth in't, he being clapt under hatches in the Dark, we'll wind round a League or two at Sea, turn in, and land at this Garden, Sir, of yours, which we'll pretend to be a Seraglio, belonging to the Grand Seignior; whither, in this hot part o'th' year, he goes to regale himself with his She-Slaves.
Whoever learnt to cut a King's Throat by seeing of Plays? But by going to Church, the People were instructed to bind the King in Chains, and his Nobles in Fetters of Iron, That the Kingdom ought to be taken away, and given to the Saints; And who wou'd not be a Saint for such an Inheritance?
Enter to him Harlequin, dress'd like a Farmer, as before. Har. Hum What have we here, a Taylor or a Tumbler? Scar. Ha Who's this? Hum What if it shou'd be the Farmer that the Doctor has promis'd Mopsophil to? Who wou'd you speak with, Friend? Har. This is, perhaps, my Rival the Apothecary. Speak with, Sir! why, what's that to you? Scar. Have you Affairs with Seignor Doctor, Sir? Har.
Who wou'd not then be for a Common-weal, To have the Villain covered with his Zeal? A Zeal, who for Convenience can dispense With Plays provided there's no Wit nor Sense. For Wit's profane, and Jesuitical, And Plotting's Popery, and the Devil and all.
I beseech you, sir, at least spare us that never pelted you: For if any of the inn shou'd find we have a poet in our company, the whole neighbourhood wou'd be rais'd, and we shou'd dye martyrs for a wrong opinion: If nothing else will make you pity us, think of the galery and bath you came from": when I had treated him after this rate, the good natur'd Gito, correcting me, said, I did very ill to rail at a man so much my elder; and that having offer'd a gentleman the curtsie of my table, I shou'd not so far forget good breeding, to affront him when he came: With many the like expressions, attended with a blush at their delivery, that extreamly became him.
If casting down Imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth it self against the knowledge of God, and bringing into Captivity every thought to the Obedience of Christ, be the Warfare of those that wou'd go by his Name; If arming themselves against the Lust of the Flesh, the Lust of the Eye, and the pride of Life, be that Task he has set them to do; If a chast Conversation coupled with fear, and letting their Light so shine before Men, that they may see 'em do all to the glory of God, be the duty of Christians; we have places enough to shew them of what importance it is, to withdraw from those that walk so very disorderly, as wou'd not have been in the times of a livelier Faith, allow'd the outward Communion of Saints.
For the fitness of allowing this Custom, or giving it any Encouragement, will not depend upon it's not being faulty alike in every Part; but 'tis enough to condemn it, if what has been said is the general Scope, tho' I doubt a Tryal wou'd shew that All offend in one thing or other.
They wou'd not serve to keep up our Souls from sinking under the pleasures of sense, but so unawares betray us into them, by loosning the strength we have to resist, and improving the Charm, that tho' we supposed the whole Concern of the Stage to set out all Virtuous at first, we cou'd not expect its continuing long in that primitive State, before it run into some foolish Excess.
Where's this perfidious Fair? this blushless Maid, That has by my Example broke her Vows? A Precedent that Fiends wou'd shame to follow. Cel. Who is't you mean, Sir? Bel. A thing that has no Name, she is so bad; One who so lately gave her self to me, And now is flown into another's Arms: One that attacks my Life, for the same Sins Which she her self commits and thinks to live too. Cel.
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