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THE
DAMOISELLE,
OR
THE NEW
ORDINARY.
A COMEDY.
LONDON,
Printed by T. R. for Richard Marriot, and Thomas
Dring, and are to be ſold at their Shops
in Fleet-ſtreet, 1653.
[A]
Prologue.
OUR Playmaker (for yet he won’t be calld
Author, or Poet) nor beg to be inſtalld
Sir Lawreat) has ſent me out t’invite
Your fancies to a full and cleane delight:
And bids me tell you, That though he be none
Of thoſe, whoſe towring Muſes ſcale the Throne
Of Kings, yet his familiar mirth’s as good,
When tis by you approv’d and underſtood.
As if h’ had writ ſtrong lines, and had the fate,
Of other Fools for medling with the State.
Readers and Audients make good Playes or Books,
Tis appetite makes Diſhes, tis not Cooks.
But let me tell you, though you have the power,
To kill or ſave; They’re Tyrants that devoure,
And Princes that preſerve: He does not ayme,
So much at praiſe, as pardon; nor does claime
Lawrell, but Money; Bayes will buy no Sack,
And Honour fills no belly, cloaths no back.
And therefore you may ſee his maine intent
Is his owne welfare, and your merriment.
Then often come, ’twill make us and him the wetter,
Wee’l drown the faults of this, in one that’s better.
[A2]Dramatis
Dramatis Perſonæ.
| VErmine, an old Uſurer. |
| Dryground, an old decayed Knight. |
| Sir Amphilus, a Corniſh Knight. |
| Bumpſey, an old Juſtice. |
| Brookeall, a Gentleman, undone by Vermine. |
| Valentine, Drygrounds Son. |
| Wat, Vermins Son. |
| Freindly, a Templer. |
Oliver,
Ambroſe, | } | Two Gallants. |
| Trebaſco. Sir Amphilus his Footman. |
| Attorney. |
|
| Mrs. Magdalen, Bumpſeys Wife. |
| Jane, his Daughter. |
| Alice, Vermins Daughter, |
| Frances, a young Gentlewoman. |
| Phillis, a poore Wench. |
| Elianor. |
|
| Lawyers. |
| Serjeants. |
| Servants. |
| Rabble. |
The Scene LONDON.
[A2v]THE
T H E
D A M O I S E L L E,
O R,
The New Ordinary.
ACT. I. Scene I.
Vermine, Dryground.
Ver.YOU have your Money; full a thou-
Dry.And you have my Mortgage.
Ver.All well and good; all well
Sir
Humfrey Dryground, let me counſell you.
You have already ſpent a faire Eſtate;
A goodly, great eſtate: I do not taunt,
Dry.Becauſe its pumpt into
The purſes of ſuch wretches as thy ſelfe.
Ver.But give me leave, now, fairely to admoniſh
You, to a care, how you do part with this.
A 3You
The Damoiſelle.
You ſpirited men call Money Dirt and Mud.
Ver.It is an Eele, I ſay,
In ſuch ſleek hands, as yours; from whence it glides ---
Dry.Into the Mud, oft-times, from whence it came.
Ver.I know you doe conceive me. Therefore, Sir,
(As I before was ſaying) Hold it faſt.
Dry.According to the Ballad.
[ He ſings. ]
Youth keep thy Money faſt,
For that muſt be thine onely Freind,
For better and for worſe.
Ver.So ſo, I ſee it going already.
Dry.I, to thy comfort. This is the Uſurers Scripture;
And all that they pretend Salvation by:
To give good admonition with their Money;
Though, in their hearts they wiſh the quick ſubverſion
Of all they deal with. This is all they plead
Againſt the curſes of oppreſſed ſoules:
Did not I warne you? Did not I ſay, take heed?
And ſo, and ſo forth. I muſt thank you Sir.
Ver.You ſay, youle make a venture of this Money.
Dry.Yes Mr.
Vermine, in a Project, that ---
Ver.Out upon Projects. Fy fy, out out out.
Dry.I’m confident ſhall ſet me out of debt,
With you and all the World; and reap, againe,
All, that I formerly have ſowne, with profit.
Ver.Sowne! There’s a word! Prodigall waſt is
We ſhall call Shipwrack, ſhortly, ſowing too.
Heark you Sir
Humfrey Dryground, may not I
[A3v]Be
The Damoiſelle.
Be privy to your Project? Will you tell me,
Dry.That I will in ſooth.
Ver.Is’t not to dreine the Goodwins? To be Lord
Of all the Treaſure, buryed in the Sands there?
And have a Million yearely, from the Merchants
Dry.You have had your blow.
No Sir, my Project is in the behalfe
Of the poor Gentleman, you overthrew
By the ſtrong hand of Law, Bribes, and oppreſſion;
Brookall:Do you know him Sir? whoſe ſtate you ſuck’d;
That wrought him to a poverty that cryes
Your ſinfull Covetiſe up to the heighth;
And renders you the Monſter of our time,
Dry.You ſhould do well to add a ſum, like this
To his releife: To wave the bitter curſe
That will in time fall on you and your houſe.
Ver.O ho! I now remember, you have reaſon.
That
Brookall had a Siſter, whom you vitiated
In your wild heat of blood, and then deny’d
Her promis’d Marriage; turnd her off with Childe
A dozen yeares ſince, and ſince that, never heard of.
Ha! Is’t not ſo? Pray, did you know her Sir?
Dry.I wiſh I could redeem that ruthfull fault,
By all expiatory meanes: But thy
Inhumane cruelty is inexpiable:
Unleſſe (it comes from Heaven into my heart
To move thee to’t) thou tak’ſt a ſpeedy courſe
To give him threefold reſtitution.
Ile put thee in the way. He has a Son,
A hopefull Youth, a Student in the Law,
If his poor Fathers want of means have not
A 4Declined
The Damoiſelle.
Declined his courſe: Give him thy onely Daughter,
And make his Fathers owne Inheritance
(By thee unrighteouſly uſurpt) her Dowry;
And pray a bleſſing may go with it: And then
Thou mayſt regaine a Chriſtian reputation,
Till age ſhall lead thee to a quiet Grave.
Come, is’t a match? Will you beſtow your Daughter
On
Brookalls Son, and make your way to Heaven by’t?
Dry.And thou haſt Adders eares
Ver.If you break your day
I ſhall thinke of your counſell.
Dry.Farewell
Vermine.Exit.
Ver.And farewell
Dryground.
This parcell of thy Land, Ile keep from
The
Tis not in thee to turne an Acre of it
Into pure Liquor, for a twelvemoneths day.
And break that day thy payment, and the Sun
Sets not more ſure, then all this Land is mine.
My Daughter! ha! Can’t be in thought of man
To dreame of ſuch a Match? A wretch, a Beggar?
Within there! Where’s my Girle? What
Ally?
Ally?
Enter Alice.
Vir.My bleſſing, and good morne: Now heare me
Ali.Now for a Speech ------
Ver.The care of Children’s ſuch a ſtartle-braine,
That had I more then one, I ſhould run Wild-cat,
(Then one I mean, to care for) that’s thy ſelfe,
My ſober diſcreet Daughter. Note my care,
Pil’d up for thee in maſſy ſums of wealth;
Too weighty for thy weak conſideration
[A4v]To
The Damoiſelle.
To gueſſe from whence it came, or how together
So layd in mountainous heaps.
As ſtrange to me, as are the ſtony wonders
On
Salſbury Plaine to others. But my duty
Perſwades me twas your thrift, and that great bleſſing
That gives increaſe to honeſt Induſtry,
Drawne on it by your prayers and upright life,
That wrought theſe heaps together.
Tis well if thine with all thy Huſwifry
Can keep ’em ſo. I thanke thee for thy judgement
And charitable thoughts. But ------
Ver.I ſay, thou art the onely Childe I care for.
Thy Brother (though I loath to call him ſo)
Is, now, an utter ſtranger to my blood;
Not to be nam’d but with my curſe, a Wolfe
That teares my very bowells out.
Ver.A riotous Reprobate, that hath consum’d
His laſt, already, of my meanes and bleſſing.
Ali.But he yet may be turn’d Sir.
May he be ſo, doſt think? Could I but dream
His Creditors, that have him faſt, could be
So idly mercifull, or that his youthfull Ghing
Could ſtretch, to get him out, Ile lay, my ſelfe,
An Action on him weightier, then the ſtrength
Of all their poor abilities could lift:
His
Jacks, his
Toms, his
Nams,
Nolls,
Gills, and
Nuns,
The roaring fry of his Blade-brandiſhing mates
Should not releaſe his Carcaſſe: If they did,
I’de force him to a tryall for his life,
For the two hundred Peices that he pilfred.
BBut
The Damoiſelle.
Out of my Counting-houſe. He ſhall up.
Ali.I will not forfeit my obedience Sir,
To urge againſt your Juſtice, onely I crave
Your leave to grieve, that I have ſuch a Brother.
Ver.Thou ſhalt defie the name of Brother in him,
My onely, onely Childe; and but in one command
Obey me further, all my eſtate is thine,
Tis that I cald thee for.
More, then your daily bleſſing; but deſire
To know what youle impoſe upon my duty.
Ver.Thou ſhalt, and ſtile thy ſelfe a Lady by’t.
Ali.Now Love defend me from the man I feare.
Ver.This day Ile match thee to a matchleſſe Knight.
Ali.The Weſterne Knight Sir, that was here laſt Term?
Ver.Even he, this day he comes to Towne.
Were out on’t firſt. A matchleſſe Knight
[Aſide. ]
Indeed, and ſhall be matchleſſe ſtill for me.
Ver.I like thoſe bluſhes well: I read his welcome
Ali.Sir, I have heard, he has
Ver.But he has Money Girle
Enough to buy the beſt Knights Land, that is
A ſelling Knight, in the Weſt part of
England.
Ver.A luſty Batchelor of two and fifty,
With, O, the huſbandry thats in him.
Ali.How came he by his Knighthood? Coſt it no-
Ver.No: He was one oth’ Cobbe-Knights in the
When they were dubd in Cluſters.
Enter Ser-
[B1v]That
The Damoiſelle.
That you expect this day, is come to Towne.
His man has brought’s Portmantue.
The welcomſt man alive is come to Towne.
Ally, my Girle, my Daughter, Lady Bride!
What title ſhall I give thee? Now beſtirr you,
I know his thrift, he has rid hard to day
To ſave his Dinner
Enter Wat diſguiſed like
Welcome honeſt freind.
a Countrey Servingman.
And how does the right worſhipfull Sir
Amphilus?
Wat.My Maſter is in health Sir, prayſ’d be Go -----
A little weary, or ſo, as I am of my carriage,
Which I muſt not lay down, but in the hands
Ver.Tis of weight and lock’d: I gueſſe the worth;
And warrant him the ſafety under theſe Keyes.
Wat.At his Inne in
Holborne
Telling a little with the Hoſt, till I
Ver.No, I will run to him
My ſelfe: you ſhall ſtay here, his Chamber
Fitted againſt he comes,
Ally, beſtirr you,
And thinke no paines your trouble on this day,
To morrows Sun ſhall light your Wedding way.
Exit.
Ali.Unleſſe ſome unexpected Fate releive me,
I ſhall be hurried to my endleſſe ruine.
Wat.You are ſad, me thinks, young Miſtreſſe, I can
My Maſter, when he comes, will make you merry.
Ali.How? As he is a Foole?
The ſoule of mirth and Muſick at command;
Money, the all-rejoycing ſpirit; that
Hee’l make you merry with: Nor that alone,
B 2But
The Damoiſelle.
But Dignity, which Women priſe ’bove money,
You are a Lady by’t: Mark that. And if
He has a weakneſſe, which you reckon folly;
It laies you open way to Soveraignty;
The thing which is of moſt eſteem. You’ll be
His Lady
Regent; rule all his, and him.
Ali.This Fellow talkes not like a Serving-man:
A forty ſhilling wages Creature, but
Some diſguis’d ſpokeſ-man. What may be the trick o’nt?
Wat.You cannot, in th’ eſtate you are, imagine
What tis to be a Wife to ſuch a man.
Ali.No more then you perceive the paines you looſe
In fooling for him thus. But ſpare your breath,
And take this briefe taſt of his Entertainment.
Firſt know, that J do know the man you ſpeak of,
To be a covetous Miſer; old and fooliſh.
Not worth in my eſtimation the worſt Meale
That ever he himſelfe paid three pence for.
Wat.Who do you mean? Sir
Amphilus my Knight.
Ali.Yes Squire, I know him and his qualities;
The waies he got his Wealth by, caſuall Matches;
Of forty, fifty, and ſometimes a hundred
For one. When bounteous Fortune (ſeldome failing
Men of his Brain) caſt all into his mouth,
The Gudgeon gap’d for. And how ſlight a thing
It is, for ſuch baſe Worldlings to be rich?
That ſtudy nothing but to ſcrape and ſave.
That have no Faith, but in their ready money,
Nor love to Worldly pleaſures above thoſe
Wit.Cheap Whores, and Duck-hunting:
There’s his delight indeed.
Ali.I hate to think of ſuch a Dunghill Scarab.
Wat.But Wedlock, to his age, will bring him home
[B2v]To
The Damoiſelle.
To choicer pleaſures, and abandon ſuch.
Ali.His Age is fit for nothing, but to rock
Anothers Child; and to rejoyce through Spectacles,
At the ſtrong Gueſſe he has, it is his owne.
Wat.You ſlight him ſtrangely yet: but when you ſee
Him, and his weighty reaſons to confute you. ----
Ali.J will nor weigh, nor ſee him, or his reaſons.
And if thou ow’ſt him ſo much Service, tell him;
Go back and tell him ſtrait: ſave him the end
Of his intended Journey. For to come
Hither, will be to drive me hence. And tell
My Father, ere he ſhall enforce me, take him;
Ile flye into the Armes of one he hates.
Ali.Yes, by all my hopes.
Wat.Theſe are the armes that muſt receive thee then.
Nay, be not frighted Siſter; look, tis J.
Off his
Ali.Beſhrew me but J am. How got
Beard, &c
Could not the Compter hold you?
My Virtue was not to be ſo obſcur’d.
Noble
Sir Humphrey Dryground, Siſter, was
My franck Infranchiſer. O, J have wonders
To tell thee Siſter. Thou muſt go with me.
But firſt, lend me ſome money. Borrow ſome;
(And let it be a good Summe) of my Father,
Now in his abſence. Come, ſupply, ſupply
My Pockets and thine owne. For we muſt hence.
Th’art made for ever, Siſter. Quick, diſpatch.
Ali.What’s the meaning of all this?
Wat.Twill be too long to tell it here.
The Raſcall foole, to whom my Father gives thee,
Is come to Towne: And ſhould he now ſurpriſe thee,
Here in my Fathers power, thy ſtrength might faile thee.
B 3Be
The Damoiſelle.
Be therefore at a ſure Guard. O, Sir
Humphrey,
How are my Siſter and my ſelfe bound to thee,
That plotteſt this eſcape. Diſpatch good
Ally,
And heare thee reſt by th’ way.
Ali.Why? Wither? What’s the matter?
Wat.Say thou will have that Coxcomb, Ile but kill
And leave the here: And all my care is over.
(thee,
Ali.Ile ſooner dye then have him.
Wat.Why do you not ſhun him then? O, ſweet Sir
Is thy care ſlighted thus, in my delivery?
(Humphrey,
In my diſguiſe? In ſending out my Father
On Tom-fooles Errant? While a Coach is ſent
To the back-doore here; All to ſave my Siſter,
My thankleſſe Siſter here, from worſe then Rape.
Ali.Why, whither would you have me?
But till the Wilde-fire of my Fathers Paſſion
Shall be run out. Slid, J had eene forgot.
Beare money with us, Siſter; pretty ſtore.
Who knowes occaſions? Let him keep in pawne
My rich Portmantue for’t.
Ali.There’s ſome good ſtuff in’t.
Wat.More then hee’ll thank me for. Wee’ll talke i’th’
In, in, and furniſh; and ſo through the Garden,
(Coach
And, whirre, we are gone. If we ſhould be prevented;
By this good ſteele, if J but heare one knock,
Jle make ſure work o’thee. J can but truſſe for’t.
There’s a faire end on’s both. And what will he
Do with his money then? Look how thou ſtandſt.
Jf you reſpect your Father, or the Dog-Maſter,
To be your Husband, better then me, then take
(ſions.
You your owne courſe: Mine ſhall be known next Seſ-
Ali.Better then you, don’t you reſpect your Father
Wat.No, if J do, let me be hang’d for nothiug:
[B3v]And
The Damoiſelle.
And that would anger any man I think.
’Slid, thou and I had one Mother, (which
We both take after) ſo had not he and we.
And he takes after no body, that J know.
He loves a ſtranger better then’s owne Childe:
And that mans money. better then that man,
The Devill ’bove all J think. Thou doſt not know
Ali.Who ſhall look toth’ houſe?
Wat.Wilt looſe thy ſelfe with keeping that? Is that
Ali.Y’are a precious Brother.––––––
Exeunt.
ACT. I. Scene II.
Bumpſey, Dryground, Valentine, Magdalen,
Jane.
Bum.ALL this needs not Sir
Humphrey.
Dry.Do but heare patiently, and do your
J go not about to ſtop your courſe, Mr.
Bumpſey.
Bum.Nor J yours, Sir
Humphrey; Nor your Sonnes
here; Nor his Wifes there: Onely this Gen-
tlewoman, in mine owne right J may be bold
withall, while you depart my houſe, if you may
be intreated, ſo. Is not this right? Is not this
Mag.Yet heare his Worſhip ſpeak, good
Bump.
Bum.Good
Whirly, what can his Worſhip ſpeak? Or
your wiſdome twatle for him, in this Cauſe; that
J do not underſtand already? Has not his Sonne
wedded our Daughter? How directly, or indi-
B 4rectly
The Damoiſelle.
rectly, who meddles with his match? Nay more,
has he not bedded her? How, directly or indirect-
ly, who meddles with that either? Let him have
and hold, poſſeſſe (
Hmh.) and enjoy; do
his worſt, and make his beſt of her, though ſhe
be an Heire, I will not ſue him out of her: No, J
proteſt; were it
Ante Copulam, as it is
poſt, J
would not croſſe ’em. Is not this right and plaine
Dry.But good Mr.
Bumpſey, Brother
Bumpſey, I
Bum.Keep your Brothers and your Goods to your
ſelfe, Sir, J have no need of ’em.
You are a Knight, and a man ot Worſhip ---
Val.He will ſpeake all himſelfe.
Bum.J am a plaine Fellow, and out of debt.
Bum.J ſought none of your Allyance, J ---
Val.Has he the ſpeed to run beyond himſelfe?
Ja.Yes, and bring himſelfe about, I warrant you.
Bum.Nor to be joyned with houſes of great ſound,
Whoſe noiſe growes from their hollow emptineſſe.
J could have matcht my Daughter here, that was,
But now a Barronetteſſe in Reverſion,
To a ſubſtantiall Heire of two faire Lordſhips.
Dry.Perhaps no Gentleman.
Bum.Yet honourable, Land-Lordſhip’s reall honour,
Though in a Tradeſ-man Son: when your faire Titles
Are but the ſhadowes of your Anceſtry;
And you walk in ’em, when your Land is gone:
Like the pale Ghoſts of dead Nobilitie.
Ha! Iſt not ſo? Is not this right and plaine?
Dry.Yes like the priviledge you uſe in your owne
Bum.Nay I come up to you now
Sir Humfry Dry-
[B4v]Up
The Damoiſelle.
Up in a point of Chivalry. You are a Knight,
A Baronet to boot: Your ſon is like
T’inherit that deare paid-for title, but
(Youle give me leave to uſe my plainneſſe)
Bum.Your ſon (I ſay) is Heire to your bought
Which may hereafter Ladifie my Daughter:
But where’s the Land you once were Lord of? Ha!
The goodly Cornfields, Medows, Woods, and Paſtures,
That muſt maintain the Houſe, the Gownes, the Coach,
With all by complements of Horſes, Hawks, and Hounds.
Bum.Where be the Parks, the Warrens, Herds, and
Beſides the Gardens, Orchards, Walks, and Fiſh-ponds?
Bum.Ods pitty, give me leave,
You, that had all theſe once, in three faire Lordſhips,
To be wrought on, and tonyed out of all,
But a ſmall pittance of
Trois Cents per Annum,
By Providence intayld upon the Heire,
(Or thad had waſted too) which now maintaines you,
In a proportion of Smoak, and Sack,
To waſh your mouth with after, where you live
Confin’d in
Milford Lane, or
Fullers Rents,
Or who knows where, it ſkills not ------
Dry.Muſt I heare this too.
Mag.Now he has almoſt done.
Bum.Can you (I ſay) think your good husbandry
A lawfull Precedent for your Gameſome ſon
To make my Daughter happy in a Marriage,
Though he had twice my Fortunes?
Beare but with this; and if he offer not
[B5]More
The Damoiſelle.
More then you would requeſt, Ile loſe your love.
Bum.But here’s the ſubſtance of’t, you have my
Your Son, ſir, has my Daughter, that muſt have,
And ſhall, my whole Eſtate at my Deceaſe;
(No Law exacts it ſooner) This Eſtate
You ſafely may ſuppoſe ten thouſand pounds,
Which J have got by thrifty Induſtry.
Onely one thouſand, J confeſſe, my Wife
Improv’d my Fortune with, Here’s the juſt ſumme.
J give her leave to give it to her Daughter:
She may endow her Huſband with it. So,
Is not this plaine? Now note me further, ſir;
What J have left is my owne; and you, ſir, may
Which what is theirs take hence your Son & Daughter,
Till you ſhall heare old
Bumpſey is deceaſt.
Then let him come, and challenge all -- that’s left;
Mean time I know my courſe.
Ja.Now chop in with him, Mother, you know how
Hee is to croſſe you in theſe Moods.
Val.Deare, worthy, honour’d, ſir,
Bum.ſh’t, ſh’t, ſh’t; Woman come you with me.
Mag.J
Bump. Let us go our way, and let them take
Mag.At this time, ſir, he ſhall not.
Bum.Shall not! He ſhall ſure: Ods pity! ſhall
not: Are you pleas’d to ſpeak, ſir.
Bum.Not to a Fiddleſtick. Shall not! Can you ſpeak
Val.J married, ſir, your Daughter.
Bum.You may thank her Mother for’t, not me.
[B5v]Val. J
The Damoiſelle.
Val.J married her in a firme hope to winne
Val.Which, ſince I have not yet; and time muſt
I would make this my ſuit.
Bum.Would I could heare it once.
With re-acceptance of this thouſand pound
Your Daughter and me into your Family.
Bum.And why the thouſand pound; does’t burn your
Give us but meat and lodging for’t: My Father,
Out of his little left Eſtate will give us
A hundred yearely for other neceſſaries.
Val.And as you finde my regular life deſerve
Your future favour, ſo extend your bounty,
When Age ſhall call upon you to diſpoſe
Of all your faire Poſſeſſions.
Bum.Humh! A pretty od ſpeech this! I would I knew
Val.I mean, Sir, as I ſpeak; that till you finde
Strong probability in me to manage
A good eſtate, you truſt me not with any.
Bum.Ha! Is it ſo? Then J come to a point with you.
Mag.Marke him now, Sir
Humfrey.
Bum.You look, Sir, in my Daughters right, to have,
After my death, my whole Eſtate, by ſhewing
Me, in my life time, your good huſbandry, by huſban-
Y’ have tane off halfe my purpoſe; for J meant
To have kept it in my power, whether to leave her
Any, or nothing: And, perhaps (d’yee heare)
By an odd courſe, that J was thinking on
[B6]To
The Damoiſelle.
To ha’ made all nothing ere J dy’d: But now
Halfe of that power Ile put into your hands,
Ile try what you can do with ſomething.
Mag.Halfe? What meane you halfe?
Bum.Even halfe of all I have.
Mag.J hope you will not deal ſo.
Bum.And as he deals with that, Ile uſe the reſt.
Bum.Never by you ’gainſt this:
Ile give him inſtantly the free poſſeſſion
Of halfe I have: Now marke; if you increaſe,
Or keep that halfe, then, doubtleſſe, J ſhall do,
As well with tother for you: If you diminiſh
Or waſte it all, ile do the like with my part.
Bum.Ile do’t: Together we will live:
And Ile along with you in your owne courſe,
And, as you play your game, you win or loſe all:
Thrive and ile thrive: Spend you, and I will ſpend:
Save, and Ile ſave; ſcatter, and Ile ſcatter.
Bum.Ile do’t: Let him throw Money
Into the
Thames, make Ducks and Drakes with Peices,
Ile do the like: till he has made a match
Or no match of my Daughter: There’s the point
And the whole ſubſtance on’t.
Bum.Will I? Tis done. Ile make him a good huſband,
Or be no huſband for him: And ſo ſee
Whats mine, out of the danger of his waſte,
And have ſome ſport too for my Money: Ha!
I love to do theſe things.
Mag.Nay, but in one thing,
Bump. let me adviſe you.
Bump.In nothing ’gainſt this courſe, good whirly: no,
Tis ſo ſet downe. I know I ſhall be counted
[B6v]An
The Damoiſelle.
An odde old humorous Cockſcombe for’t by ſome:
But the truth is, I love to do theſe things:
Dry.Ile take my leave Sir.
Bum.Not ſo I hope, Sir
Humfry.
And go well ſatisfied with this agreement:
And,
Val. take briefly this my Charge: You are now
A Huſband, be a good one: Y’have my bleſſing.
But (heark you) do you remember ’gainſt the evening?
Val.All Sir, all: I have ſpread my Nets already.
Bum.At your pleaſure Sir.
Dry.Ile ſhortly viſit you.
Bum.At your own good time Sir–
Exit Drygr.
Theſe ſhall ſtay here, Ile blindfold them with Money,
And by a new way try, if they can grope
The right way into th’ World. Come your way.
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