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Bis. Suppose I take through Germany, and drink harder than you ?
Dur. Suppose I go to a bawdy house? Bis. Suppose I shew you the way? Dur. 'Sdeath, woman! will you go to the guard with me, and smoke a pipe ?
Bis. Allons donc!
Dur. The devil's in the woman !-Suppose I hang myself? Bis. There I'll leave
you. Dur. And a happy riddance: the gallows is wel
Bis. Hold, hold, sir, Catches him by the Arm, going. ] one word before we part.
Dur. Let me go, madamor I shall think that you're a man, and, perhaps, may examine you.
Bis. Stir if you dare; I have still spirits to attend me, and can raise such a muster of fairies, as shall punish you to death.--Come, sir, stand there now, and ogle me: [He frowns upon her.] Now a languishing sigh: (He groans.] Now run, and take my fan, -faster. (He runs, and takes it up.] Now play with it handsomely.
[He tears it all in pieces. Bis. Hold, hold, dear, humorous coxcomb ! Captain, spare my fan, and I'll_Why, you rude, inhuman monster! don't you expect to pay for this?
Dur. Yes, madam, there's twelve pence; for that is the price on't.
Bis. Sir, it cost a guinea.
(Throws then to her, and exit. Bis. Ha ! ha! ha! ridiculous, below my concern! I must follow him, however, to know if he can give me any news of Oriana.
Dur. Ay, ay.
Enter Young MIRABEL.
Y. Mir. Bloody hell-hounds! I overheard
you:Was nut I, two hours ago, the happy, gay, rejoicing Mirabel? How did I plume my hopes in a fair, coming prospect, of a long scene of years ! Life courted me with all the charms of vigour, youth, and fortune; and to be torn away from all my promised joys, is more than death ;-the manner too, by villains !_0, my Oriana, this very moment might have blessed me in thy arms and my poor boy! the innocent boy! Confusion !-But hush, they come-I must dissemble still. No news of my wine, gentlemen ?
Enter the Four BRAVOES. 1 Bra. No, sir; I believe your country booby has lost himself, and we can wait no longer for't:
True, sir, you're a pleasant gentleman, but, I suppose you understand our business?
Y. Mir. Sir, I may go near to guess at your employments; you, sir, are a lawyer, I presume--you a physician--you a scrivener, and you a stock jobber. All cut-throats, egad !
[Aside. 4 Bra. Sir, I am a broken officer; I was cashiered at the head of the army for a coward, so I took up the trade of murder, to retrieve the reputation of my courage.
3 Bra. I am a soldier too, and would serve my king; but I don't like the quarrel, and I have more honour than to fight in a bad cause.
2 Brų. I was bred a gentleman, and have no estate ; but I must have
ny whore and my bottle, through the prejudice of education.
i Bra. I am a ruffian too; by the prejudice of edu.
cation, I was bred a butcher. In short, sir, if your wine had come, we might have trifled a little longer. -Come, sir, which sword will you fall by ? mine, sir? 2 Bra. Or mine?
Drarus. 3 Bra. Or mine?
(Draws. 4 Bra, Or mine?
Draws. Y. Mir. I scorn to beg my life; but to be butchered thus !_0, there's the wine !this moment for [Knocking.) my life or death.
Enter ORIANA. Lost! for ever lost !_Where's the wine, child? [Faintly. Oriana. Coming up, sir,
Stamps. Enter DURETETE with his Sword drarun, and six of the
GRAND MUSQUETEERS, with their Pieces presented ; the Ruffians drop their Swords.-Oriana goes off.
Y. Mir. The wine, the wine, the wine! Youth, pleasure, fortune, days and years, are now my own again! Ah, my dear friends ! did not I tell
you, this wine would make me merry ?- Dear captain, these gentlemen are the best natured, facetious, witty creatures, that ever you knew.
Y. Mir. O yes, madam, the wine is comethere! (Pointing to the Soldiers.) Your ladyship has got a very fine ring upon your finger.
Lam. Sir, 'tis at your service.
Y. Mir. O ho! is it so ? Thou dear seven hundred pound, thou’rt welcome home again, with all my heart !-Ad's my life, madam, you have got the finest built watch there! Tompion's, I presume?
Lum. Sir, you may wear it.
Y. Mir. O madain, by no means, 'tis too muchRob you of all !--[Taking it from her.] Good, dear time, thou’rt a precious thing, I'm glad I have retrie
ved thee. [Pulting it up.) What, my friends neglected all this wbile! Gentlemen, you'll pardon my complaisance to the lady.--How now! is it civil to be so out of humour at my entertainment, and I so pleased with yours ?-Captain, you're surprised at all this but we're in our frolics, you must know. Some wine here!
Enter SERVANT, with Wine.
(Tweaks the First Bravoe by the Nose; he roars. But now, where-where's niy
dear deliverer, my boy, my charming boy?
1 Bra. I hope some of our crew below stairs have dispatched him.
Y. Mir. Villain, what say'st thou ? dispatched ! I'll have ye all tortured, racked, torn to pieces alive, if you have touched my boy.--Here, page! page! page!
[Runs out. Dur. Here, gentlemen, be sure you secure those fellows.
i Bru. Yes, sir, we know you, and your guard will be very
civil to us. Dur. Take them to justice. [The GUARDS carry off the Bravots.] Now for you, madam; -He! he! he! I'm so pleased to think that I shall be revenged of one woman, before I die. Well, Mrs Snap Dragon, which of these honourable gentlemen is so happy to call you wife?
1 Bra. Sir, she should have been mine to-night, 'cause Sampre, here, had her last night.-Sir, she's very true to us all four.
Enter Old MIRABEL, DUGARD, and BISARRE. Old Mir. Robin! Robin !_Where's Bob? where's my boy ?-What, is this the lady ? a pretty creature, 'faith !-Harkye, child, because my son was so civil as to oblige you with a coach, I'll treat you with cart, indeed I will.
Dug. Ay, madam, and you shall have a swinging equipage; three or four thousand footmen at your heels, at least.
Dur. No less becomes her quality.
Dur. Monster! ay, you're all a little monstrous, let me tell you.
Enter Young MIRABEL.
Y. Mir. No, no, sir, I am ruined: the saver of my life is lost !
Old Mir. No, he came and brought us the news.
Enter ORIANA. Ha! [Runs and embraces her.] My dear preserver! what shall I do to recompense your trust? --Father, friends, gentlemen, behold the youth that has relies ved me from the most ignominious death!~Command me, child; before you all before my late so kind, indulgent stars, I swear to grant whate’er
ask. Oriana. To the same stars, indulgent now to me, I will appeal, as to the justice of my claim : I shall demand' but what was mine before the just perform
your contract to Oriana. [Discovering herself. Omnes. Oriana !
Oriana. In this disguise I resolved to follow you abroad, counterfeited that letter, taat brought me into your service; and so, by this strange turn of fate, I became the instrument of your preservation : few common servants would have had such cunning; my love inspired me with the meaning of your message, because my concern for your safety made me suspect your company.
Dur. Mirabel, you're caught,
Y. Mir. Caught! I scorn the thought of imposition-Caught ! No, 'tis my voluntary act; this was