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From dead Clarangè: You shall hear his 1 Friur. What have you done? or what testimony.

Intend you? Father! my reverend father! Look upon him; Clara. Ask not; I'll come off with honour. Such holy inen are authors of no fables.

Ereunt. Enter Clarange and Friar.

Enter Beronte, Clarinda, Malfort; a bar set Olin. They should not be; their lives and

forth, Officers. their opinions,

Ber. Be constant in your proofs: Should Like brightest purest flames, should still burn you

shrink back now, upwards.

Your life musi answer it; nor am I safe,
To sir? [Clarange delivers a letter. My honour being engag’d to make that good
Clara, If you are the fair Olinda.

Which rou attirm.
Friar. I do not like these cross points. Clari. I'm confident, so dearly
Clara. Give me leave;

I honour'd my dead lord, that no respect,
I'm nearest to myself: What I have plotted Or of my lady's bounties, (which were great
Shall be pursu'd; you must not over-rule me. ones,
Olin. D’you put the first hand to your I must confess) nor of her former life, (her)
own undoing?

(For while that she was chaste, indeed I lov'd Play to betray your game? Mark but this Shall hinder me from lending iny assistance letter!

Unto your just revenge-mine own I mean.· Lady, I'm coine to claim your noble promise:

[ Aside. [Reads. If Leon keep far off enough, all's secure: "If you be mistress of your word, you're Lisander dares not come in; modest blushes mine;

Parted with me long since, and impudence, • I'm last returu'd. Your riddle is dissolv'd 33, Arm'd with my hate unto her innocence, And I attend your faith. Your humble ser Shall be the weapon I will fight with now. vant, Clarange.'

Ber. The rack Is this the friar that saw him dead?

Being presented to you, you'll roar out Lid. 'Tis be;

What you conceal yet. Clarangè, on my life! I am defeated!

Malj. Conceal? I know nothing Such reverend habits juggle? my true sorrow But that I shall be hang’d, and that I look for: For a false friend, not worth a tear, derided? It is my destiny; I ever had Friar: You hare abus'd my trust.

A hanging look; and a wise woman told me, Olin. It is not well,

Tho' I had not the heart to do a deed Nor like a gentleman.

Worthy the halter, in my youth or age, Clara. All stratagems

I should take a turn with a wry mouth; and In love, and that the sharpest war, are lawful.

[ballad By your example, I did change my habit, 'Tis come about. I have penn'd mine own Caught you in your own toil, and triumph Before my condemnation, in fear in it;

Some rhimer should prevent me.-Here's my And what by policy's got, I will maintain


(hence, With valour! No Lisander shall come in 'Would I were in Heaven, or a thousand miles Again to fetch you off.

That I might not blush to look on her!
Lid. His honour'd name,
Pronounc'd by such a treacherous tongue, is

Enter Dorilaus, Culista, and Olinda. tainted.

Dor. You Maintain thy treason with thy sword? With Behold this preparation, and the enemies what

Who are to fight against your lite; yet if Contempt I hear it! in a wilderness

You bring no witness here, that may convince I durst encounter it, and would, but that

you In my retired hours, (not counterfeited Of breach of faith to your lord's bed, and As thy religious shape was) I have learn’d, Unspotted bands before the king, this trial When justice may determine, such a cause, You are to undergo will but retine, And of such weight, as this fair lady is, And not consume, your honour. Must not be put to Fortune. I appeal

Cal. How confirm's Unto the king; and he whose wisdom knows I am here, whatsoever fate falls on me, To do his subjects right in their estates, You shall have ample testimony. 'Till the As graciously with judgment will determine death In points of honour

dear lord (to whose sad memory Olin. I'll steer the same course with you.


pay a mourning widow's tears) I liv'd Clura. I'll stand the trial.

Too happy in my holiday trim of glory,

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35. Your riddle is dissolv'd.] This confirms, we apprehend, the conjecture offered in p. 257. But should not we read here,

your riddle is resolv'd.?

And courted with felicity 36; that drew on me, For many years her servant; she bath taken
With other helps of nature, as of fortune, Her oath in court. Come forward !
The envy, not the love, of most that knew king. By my crown,

A lying face!
This made me to presume too much, perhaps Člari. I swore, sir, for the King;
Too proud; but I am humbled: And if now And if you are the party, as I do
I do make it apparent, I can bear

Believe you are, (for you have a good face, Adversity with such a constant patience However mine appears) swearing for you, sir, As will set off my innocence, I hope, sir,

I ought to have my oath pass.
In your declining age, when I should live King. Impudent too?
A comfort to you, you shall have no cause, Well, what have you sworn?
Howe'er I stand accus'd, to hold your honour

Clari. That this lady was
Shipwreck'd in such a daughter.

A goodly tempting lady, as she is : vant, Olin. Oh, best friend!

How thinks your majesty? And I her serMy honour's at the stake too; for

Her officer, as one would say, and trusted Dor. Be silent:

With her closest chamber-service; that LiThe king!


Was a line-timber'd gentleman, and active ; Enter King, Lemure, and Attendants. That he could do tinc gainbols

Lein. Sir, if you please to look upon To make a lady merry; that this pair,
The prisoner, and the many services A very loving couple, mutually
Her father bath dove for you-

Affected one another : So much for them, sir!
King. We must look on (holding, That I, a simple waiting-woman, having
The cause, and not the persons. Yet be taken
With an impartial eye, th'excelling beauties My bodily oath, the first night of admittance
Of this fair lady, (which we did believe Into her ladyship's service, on her slippers,
Upon report, but till now never saw 'em) (That was the book) to serve her will in all
It moves a strange kind of compassion in me. things,
Let us survey you nearer! She's a book And to know no religion but her pleasure,
To be with care perus’d; and 'tis my wouder, ('Tis not yet oct of fashion with some ladies)
If such mishapen guests as Lust and Murder, That I, as the premises shew, being com-
At any price, should ever find a lodging

manded In such a beauteous inn! Mistake us not; To do my function, in conveyance of Tho' we admire the outward structure, if Lisander to her chamber, (my lord absent, The rooms be foul within, expect no favour. On a pretended sickness) did the feat, I were no man, if I could look on beauty (It cannot be denied) and at dead midnight Distress’d, without some pity; but no king, Left 'em together: What they did, some here If any superficial gloss of feature (tice. Cav easily imagine. I have said, sir. Could work me t decline the course of jus Dor. The devil's oratrix ! But to the cause, Cleander's death! what King. Then you confess proofs

You were her bawd? Can you produce against her?

Clari. That's coarse; her agent, sir. Baw. Royal sir,


King. So, goody Agent! And you think Touching that point, my brother's death, we there is On suppositions

No punishment due for your agentship? King. Suppositions? how?

Clari. Let her sutier first, Is such a lady, sir, to be condemu'd

Being my better, for adultery, On suppositions?

Aud I'll endure the mulct impos'd on bawds, Ber. They're well-grounded, sir;

Call it by the worst name. And if we make it evident she's guilty (tery, Cal, Live I to hear this? Of the first crime we charge her with, Adul King. Take her aside. Your answer to That being the parent, it may tiud belief

this, lady. That murder was the issue.

Cal. Heav'n grant me patience! To be King. We allow

thus confronted It may be so; but that it may be, must not (Oh, pardon, royal sir, a woman's passion!) Infer a vecessary consequence

By one (and this the worst of my mistortunes) To cast away a lady's lite. What witnesses That was iny slave, but never to such ends, To make this good?

sir, Ber. The principal, this woman,

Would give a statue motion into fury. Courted with felicity. ] The whole sense of the passage calls manifestly for a change of,

Courteil with felicity.' Into Sported with felicity.' Sympson.

* Courted with felicity' is here used (rather licentiously) for courted by felicity,' gires very good sense, and calls for no chanye.

Let my past life, my actions, nay intentions, The foulness of it, (for which I know jostly
Be by mny grand accuser justly censur'd, I am to suffer) and with my last breath
(For her I scorn to answer) and if they To free these innocents, I do confess all,
Yield any probability of truth

This wicked woman only guilty with ine. In that she urges, then I will confess

Cluri. Is't come to this? Thou puling rogue ! A guilty cause. The people's voice, which is die thou

laws The voice of truth, my husband's tenderness With prayers in thy mouth ; I'll curse the In his affection to me, (that, no dotaye, By which I suffer! All I grieve for is, But a reward of humbleness) the friendship That I die avreveng'u. Echo'd thro' France between him a. Li Leon. But one word more, sir, sander,

[sence, And I have done: I was by accident where All make against her. For him in his ab Lisander met with Cloridon and Chrysanthes, (Whatever impntation it draw on me) {me, Was an ear-witness when he sought for peace, I must take leave to speak: 'Tis true, he lov'd Nay, begg'd it upon colder terms than can But not in such a wanton way; his reason Almost tind credit, his past deeds consider'd; Master'd his passions: I grant I had

But they. deaf to bis reasons, sev'rally
At midnight couf'rence with hin; but if he Assaulted bim; but such was his good fortune,
Ever receiv'd a further favour from me That both fell under it. Upon my death
Than what a sister might give to a brother, I take it uncompellid, that they were guilty
May I sink quick! And thus much, (did he Of their owij violent ends; and he, against

His will, the instrument.
The shame I suffer for him, with the loss Ale. This I will swear too;
Of his life for appearing) on my soul,

For I was not far off.
He would maintain.

Dor. They have alledg'd

As much to wake your sleeping inercy, sir, Enter Lisander and Alcidon.

As all the advocates of France can plead Lis. And will, thou clear example

Io his defence. Of women's pureness !

King. The criminal judye shall sentence King. Tho' we hold her such,

These tu their merits. With mine own hand, Thou hast express'd thyself a desp'rate fool, lady, To thrust thy head into the lion's jaws, I take you from the bar, and do myself The justice of thy king.

Pronounce you innocent. Lis. I came prepar'd fort,

[Leon und Clurinda taken away guarded. And offer up a gnilty life to clear sto; All. Long live the King! Her innocence : The oath she took, I swear King. And, to contirm you stand high in And for Cleander's death, to purge myself our favour, From any colour malice can paint on me, And as some recompence for what you have Or that she had a hand in't, I can prove With too much rigour in your trial suíferd, That fatal night when he in's own house fell, Ask what you please, becoming me to grant, And many days before, I was distant from it And be possess'd or 't. A long day's journey.

Cal. Sir, I dare not doubt Clari. I am caught.

[Aside. Your royal promise; in a king it is Ber. If so,

A strong assurance; that emboldens me How came your sword into this steward's Upou my humble knees to make


boon Stand forth,

[hands? | Lisander's pardon! Malf I have heard nothing that you spake: Dor. My good genius I know I must die; and what kind of death Did prompt her to it. 'Pray you resolve me; I shall go away else Lem. At your feet thus prostrate, In a qualm; I'm very faint.

I second her petition.

Ale. Never king
Enter Leon, Scroants, and Guard.

Pour'd forth his mercy on a worthier subject. King. Carry him off;

Ber. To witness my repentance, for the His fear will kill him, [Dalf. carried off.

wrong Dor. Sir, 'twas my ambition,

In my unjust suspicion I did both, My daughter's reputation being wounded I join in the same suit. l'ih' general opinion, to have it

Lis. The life you give, Cur’d by a public trial; I had else

Still ready to lay down for your service, Forborne your majesty's trouble. I'll bring Shall be against your enemies employ'd, forth

Not hazarded in brawls. Cleander's murderer; in a wood I heard him, All. Mercy, dread sir!

[reasons As I rode sadly by, unto himself, (none, King. So many pressing me, and with such With some compunction, tho' this devil had Moving compassion, I hope it will not Lament what he had done, cursing ber lust Be censurd levity in me, tho'l borrow That drew him in that bloody tact.

In this froin justice, to relieve my mercy: Leon. To lessen

I grant his pardon at your intercession,



But still on this condition : You, Lisander, King. Clarange!
In expiation of your guilt, shall build [thes; Dor. With a shaven crown?
A monument for my Cloridon and Chrysan Olin. Most strange!
And never henceforth draw a sword, but when Cluru. Look on thy rival-your late ser-
By us you are commanded, in defence of

vant, inadam,
The Flower-de-Luce; and, after one year's But now devoted to a better mistress,

[tate, The Church, whose orders I have took upon For your dear friend Cleander's wretched Marry Calista.

I bere deliver op my interest in her 37,

And what was got with cunning (as you Enter Lidian.

thought) Lis. On your sacred hand,

I simply thus surrender. Heretofore, I vow to do it seriously;

You dijl outstrip me in the race of friendship; Lid Great sir, stay!

I am your equal now. Leave not your seat of justice, 'till you have Dor. A suit soon ended! Giv'n sentence in a cause as much important Clura. And joining thus your hands, (I As this you have determin'd.

know both willing) King. Lidian?


may do in the church my friar's office

In marrying you.
Enter Clarange and Friar.

Lid. The victory is yours, sir.
Lid. fle, sir,

King. It is a glorious one, and well sets off Your humblest subject. I accuse Clarange Our scene of mercy. To the dead we tender Of falshood in true friendship at the beight; Our sorrow; to the living, ample wishes We both were suitors to this lady, both Of future happiness. 'Tis a King's duty Enjoin'd one pedance

To prove himself a father to his subjects; Clara. Trouble not the King

And I shall hold it, if this will succeed, With an unnecessary repetition,

A meritorious and praise-worthy deed. Of what the court's familiar with already.


37 mierest to her.] Former editions.


STILL doubtful, and perplex'd too, whether By some accustom'd sign; if from our action,
Hath done Fletcher right in this bistory, {he Or bis endeavours, you meet satisfaction,
The Poet sits within; since he must know it, With ours he bath his ends; we hope the
He, with respect, desires that you would best,
shew it

To make that certainty in you doth rest.

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The Commendatory Verses by Gardiner ascribe this play to Fletcher alone. In the year

1700, Sir John Vanbrugh altered it, at the desire of Mr. Dryden, for whose benefit it was then represented at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane. Mr. Dryden added to it a Prologue, Epilogue, Dialogue, and Masque, which were the last productions of his Muse. The Play, with Vanbrugh's alterations, hath been performed at Covent-Gardeo Theatre within a very few years past. It was acted at Drury-Lane Theatre also, while under Mr. Garrick's management. The Pilgrim was originally printed in the folio of 1647.


MASTER and KEEPERS of the mud Folks. VERDUGO, a Captain under him.

A SCHOLAR, ALPIONSO, an old angry Gentleman.


Curio, į two Gentlemen, Friends to Al An ENGLISHMAN,
SEBERTO, phonso.

JENKIN, a Welshmun,
Pedro, The Pilgrim, a noble Gentleman,
Servant to Alinda.

Courtiers, Porter, three Gentlemen, und AN OLD PILGRIM.


four Peusunts. RODERIGO, Rival to Pedro, Captain of the ALINDA, Daughter to ellphonso. Lopez,

, }
two Outlaws under Roderigo.

JULETTA, Alindu's Muid, a witty Lass.

A GENTLEMAN of the Country.

SCENE, Spain.



May wait upon this will of yours! as com

monly Enter Alpionso, Curio, and Seberto. Such forcings ever end in hates and ruins Curio. SIGNOR Alphonso, ye're too rug Alph. Is't not a man I wish ber to? a strong ged io ber,


(gentleman Believe't, too full of harshuess.

What can she have? what would she have? a Alph. Yes, it seems so !

A young man? and an able man? a rich man? Scb. A father of so sweet a child, so happy, A handsome man? a valiant man? d’you (Fy, sir!) so excelleut in all endowments,

mark me?

[gallauts, In blessedness of beauty, such a mirror, None of your piec'd companions, your pin'd Alph. She is a fool; away!

That Ay to fitters', with ev'ry Naw of weather; Seb. Can you be angry?

None of your impt bravadoes: What can she Can any wivd blow rough, upon a blossom

ask more! So fair and tender? Can a father's nature, Is't not a inettled man, fit for a woman? A noble father's too

A strong-chin'd man? I'll not be fool'd, nor Alph. All this is but prating:

flurted! Let her be rulid; let her observe my humour; Seb. Igrant you, Roderigo is all these, With my eyes let her see; with my ears list And a brave gentleman: Must it therefore

follow I am her father; I begot her, bred her, Upon necessity she must dote


him? And I will make her

Will you allow no liberty in chusing? Curio. No doubt, you may compel her; Cúrio, Alas! she's tender yet. But what a mischievous unhappy fortune Alph. Enough, enough, enough, sir;

· Fitters.] See note on The Custom of the Country,



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