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Dor. Jewels, sir?

Hylas. Ay, for adornment.

There's a bed up to play the game in, Dorothy: And now, come kiss me heartily!

Dor. Who are you?

Hylas. This lady shall be welcome too.
Mary. To what, sir?

Hylas. Your neighbour can resolve you.
Dor. The man's foolish!

Sir, you look soberly: Who is this fellow,
And where's his business?

Sam. By Heav'n, thou art abus'd still. Hylas. It may be so. Come, ye may speak now boldly;

There's none but friends, wench.

Dor. Came you out of Bedlam? Alas, 'tis ill, sir, that you suffer him

To walk i' th' open air thus; 'twill undo him. A pretty handsome gentleman: Great pity!

Sam. Let me not live more if thou be'st not cozen'd.

Hylas. Are not you my wife? Did not I marry you last night,

At St. Michael's Chapel ?

Dor. Did not I say he was mad?
Hylas. Are not you mistress Dorothy,
Thomas's sister?

Mary. There he speaks sense; but I'll assure you, gentleman,

[it?

I think no wife of yours. At what hour was
Hylus. 'Sprecious, you'll make me mad!
Did not the priest,
[o'clock

Sir Hugh, that you appointed, about twelve
Tie our hands fast? Did not you swear you
lov'd me?
[woman's?
Did not I court ye, coming from this gentle-
Mary. Good sir, go sleep; for, if I credit
She was in my arms then a-bed. [have,
Sum. I told you.

Hylas. Be not so confident!

Dor. By th' mass, she must, sir;

For I'll no husband here, before I know him: And so good morrow to ye! Come, let's go seek 'em.

Sam. I told you what you had done.
Hylas. Is the devil stirring?

Well, go with me; for now I will be married.
Exeunt.

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SCENE VIII.

Enter Michael, Valentine, and Alice.
Mich. I've brought him back again.
l'al. You have done a friendship,
Worthy the love you bear me.

Mich. 'Would he had so too!
Val. Oh, he's a worthy young man.
Mich. When all's tried,

I fear you'll change your faith. Bring in the gentleman.

Enter Francis and Servant, Abbess and Cellide, severally.

Val. My happy mistress too? Now, Fortune, help me!

And all you stars that govern chaste desires, Shine fair, and lovely!

Abbess. But one hour, dear daughter, To hear your guardian, what he can deliver In love's defence, and his; and then your pleasure. [me yield,

Cel. Tho' much unwilling, you have made More for his sake I see: How full of sorrow, Sweet catching sorrow, he appears! Oh, Love, That thou but knew'st to heal, as well as hurt us. [on him: Mich. Be rul'd by me: I see her eye fast And what you heard, believe; for 'tis so certain [dence:

He neither dar'd, nor must oppose my eviAnd be you wise, young lady, and believe too. This man you love, sir?

Val. As I love my soul, sir.

sion

Mich. This man you put into a free posses[der? Of what his wants could ask, or yourself renVal. And shall do still.

Mich. Nothing was barr'd his liberty But this fair maid: That friendship first was broken,

[row

And you and she abus'd; next, (to my sor-
So fair a form should hide so dark intentions)
He hath himself confess'd (my purpose being
Only to stop his journey, by that policy
Of laying felony to his charge, to fright the
sailors)

Divers abuses done, thefts often practis'd,
Monies and jewels too, and those no trifles,
Cel. Oh, where have I bestow'd my faith?
In neither

(Let's in for ever now) there is virtue 63 ! Mich. Nay, do not wonder at it; he shall Are you not guilty thus? [say it:

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We see no necessity for this alteration; though two negatives are not uncommon, they are not necessary.-Besides, Mr. Seward is wrong in his assertion, that two negatives are particularly common to our Authors.'

Fran. Yes. Oh, my fortune!

Mich. To give a proof i speak not enviously, Look here: D'you know these jewels? Cel. In, good mother!

Enter Thomas, Dorothy, and Mary; then Sebastian and Launcelot.

Val. These jewels I have known. Dor. You've made brave sport! Tho. I'll make more if I live, wench. Nay, do not look on me; I care not for you. Lann. Do you see now plain? That's mistress Dorothy,

And that's his mistress.

Seb. Peace; let my joy work easily. Ha, boy! art there, my boy? mine own boy, Tom, boy!

Home, Launce, and strike a fresh piece of wine; the town's ours!

Val. Sure, I have known these jewels.
Alice. They are they, certain.
Val. Good Heav'n, that they were!
Alice. I'll pawn my life on't;

And this is he. Come hither, mistress Doro-
thy,
[look like,

And mistress Mary: Who does that face And view my brother well?

Dor. In truth, like him.

Mary. Upon my troth, exceeding like.
Mich. Beshrew me,

But much, and main resemblance, both of face

[it!

And lineaments of body: Now Heav'n grant Alice. My brother's full of passion.

speak to him.

Now, as you are a gentleman, resolve me, Where did you get these jewels?

Fran. Now I'll tell you,

I'll

[happy.

Because blind Fortune yet may make me Of whom I had 'em I have never heard yet, But from my infancy upon this arin

I ever wore 'em.

Alice. Tis Francisco, brother;

By Heav'n, I tied 'em on! A little more, sir, A little, little more: What parents have you? Fran. None,

[tune;

That I know yet, the more my stubborn for-
But, as I heard a merchant say that bred me,
Who, to my more affliction, died a poor man,
When I reach'd eighteen years-

Alice. What said that merchant?
Fran. He said, an infant in the Genoa
gallies,

(But from what place he never could direct, me)

I was ta'en in a sea-fight, and from a mariner,
Out of his manly pity, he redeem'd me.
He told me of a nurse that waited on me,
But she, poor soul, he said, was kill'd:
A letter too I had enclos'd within me,
To one Castruccio, a Venetian merchant,
To bring me up; The man, when years al-
low'd me,
[found him
And want of friends compell'd, I sought; but
Long dead before, and all my hopes gone
with him.

The wars was my retreat then, and my travel,
In which I found this gentleman's free bounty,
For which Heav'n recompence him 4! Now
ye've all.
[can send me,
Val. And all the worldly bliss that Heav'n
And all my prayers and thanks!

Alice. Down o' your knees, sir! [ther For now you've found a father, and that faThat will not venture you again in gallies. Mich. 'Tis true, believe her, sir; and we all joy with you.

Val. My best friend still, my dearest!
Now Heav'n bless thee,

And make me worthy of this benefit!
Now, my best mistress.

Cel. Now, sir, I come to you-
Abbess. No, no; let's in, wench.
Cel. Not for the world, now, mother.—
And thus, sir, all my service I pay to you,
And all my love to him.

Val. And may it prosper!

[Callidon 5, Take her, Francisco, now no more young And love her dearly; for thy father does so. Fran. May all hate seek ine else! and thus I seal it.

Val. Nothing but mirth now, friends.

Enter Hylas and Sum. Hylas. Nay, I will find him. Sam. What do all these here? Tho. You're a trusty husband, And a hot lover too.

!

Hylas. Nay then, good morrow
Now I perceive the knavery.
Sum. I still told you! [hither, sister.
Tho. Stay, or I'll make you stay. Come
Val. Why, how now, mistress Thomas?
Tho. Peace a little!

Thou wouldst fain have a wife.
Hylas. Not I; by no means.

For which Hear'n recompenc'd him.] Former edit.

Seward.

65. Take her, Francisco, now no more young Callidon.] There is an inaccuracy in this play Frank had been never called Callidon before, but by his own name. Thus, in the second act, Thomas says,

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What, young Frank?

The only temper'd spirit, &c.'

But it is very probable that this was the actor's or printer's mistake, who seeing him called Frank in the Persons of the Drama, might call him so here without attending to the sequel, without which the name Callidon in that place would not have been intelligible. Seward, We see no way of clearing the Authors of this inaccuracy; probably the effect of hasty composition.

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Hylas, thou hast seven hundred pounds a

year, [jointure. And thou shalt make her three hundred Hylas. No.

Tho. Thou shalt, boy, and shalt bestow Two hundred pounds in cloaths. Look on her;

[dred, A delicate lusty wench; she has fifteen hunAnd feasible: Strike hands, or I'll strike first. Dor. You'll let me like?

Mary. He's a good handsome fellow;
Play not the fool.

Tho. Strike, brother Hylas, quickly.
Hylas. If you can love me, well.
Dor. If you can please me.

Tho. Try that out soon: I say, my brother
Hylas.
[brave gentlewoman.

Sum. Take her, and use her well; she's a Hylas. You must allow me another mistress. Dor. Then you must allow me another

servant.

Hylas. Well, let's together then. A lusty kindred!

66 A notable brave boy.

Seb. I'll give thec five hundred pounds more for that word. [feast full. Mary. Now, sir, for you and I to make the Tho. No, not a bit; you are a virtuous lady, And love to live in contemplation.

Mary. Come, fool; I'm friends now. Tho. The fool shall not ride you. There lie, my woman! now my man again! And now for travel once more!

Seb. I'll bar that first.

Mary. And I next.

[will travel: Tho. Hold yourself contented; for I say I And so long I will travel, 'till I find a father That I never knew, and a wife that I never look'd for,

And a state without expectation:
So rest you merry, gentlemen!

Mary. You shall not!

Upon my faith, I love you now extremely, And now I'll kiss you.

Tho. This will not do it, mistress. [more. Mary. Why, when we're married, we'll do Seb. There's all, boy,

The keys of all I have. Come, let's be merry! For now I see thou'rt right.

Tho. Shall we to church straight?

Val. Now presently; and there with nuptial The holy priest shall make ye happy all. Tho. Away then, fair, afore!

[Exeunt omnes.

Known son again.] So old quarto. The later editions leave

out the three last words; which, however, we do not doubt, were genuine, (except the orthographical mistake,) and spoken by the actor.

THE CHANCES:

A COMEDY.

This Play was originally printed in the folio edition of 1647, and the Commendatory Verses by Gardiner, as well as the Prologue, ascribe it to Fletcher alone. The celebrated George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham, made some considerable alterations to it, and in that state it used to be frequently acted; but the licentiousness of that nobleman's pen rendering the Play improper for representation at this refined period, further alterations became necessary; and these have been made, with much judgement, by the great ornament of the English Theatre, Mr. Garrick.

PROLOGUE.

APTNESS for mirth to all! This instant night
Thalia hath prepar'd, for your delight,
Her choice and curious viands, in each part
Season'd with rarities of wit and art:
Nor fear I to be tax'd for a vain boast;
My promise will find credit with the most,
When they know ingenious Fletcher made
it, he

Being in himself a perfect Comedy.

And some sit here, I doubt not, dare aver
Living he made that house a theatre [we
Which he pleas'd to frequent; and thus much
Could not but pay to his loud memory.

For ourselves, we do entreat that you would

not

Expect strange turns and windings in the plot,
Objects of state, and now and then a rhine,
To gall particular persons with the time;
Or that his tow'ring muse hath made her flight
Nearer your apprehension than your sight;
But if that sweet expressions, quick conceit,
Familiar language, fashion'd to the weight
Of such as speak it, have the power to raise
Your grace to us, with trophies to his praise;
We may profess, presuming on his skill,
If his Chances please not you, our fortune's ill.

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Made now-a-days of malt, that their affecAre never sober, but, like drunken people, Founder at every new fame? I do believe too, That men in love are ever drunk, as drunken Are ever loving.

[men Anth. Prithce be thou sober, [guilty And know, that they are none of those; not Of the least vanity of love; only a doubt Fame might too far report, or rather flatter The graces of this woman, made them curious To find the truth, which since they find so block'd [now settled

And lock'd up from their searches, they're To give the wonder over.

Peter. 'Would they were settled

To give me some new shoes too! For I'll be

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her, so guarded

[ber,

As 'twere impossible, tho' known, to reach I've rade up my belief.

John. Hang me, from this hour,

If I more think upon her, or believe her; But, as she came, a strong report unto me, So the next fame shail lose her.

Fred. Tis the next way.
But whither are you walking?
John. My old round

After my meat, and then to bed.
Fred. Tis healthful.
John. Will not you stir?'

Fred. I have a little business.
John. Upon my life, this lady still-
Fred. Then you will lose it.
John. 'Pray let us walk together.
Fred. Now I cannot.

John. I have something to impart.
Fred. An hour hence

I will not miss to meet you.
John. Where?

Fred. Ith' High Street;

For, not to lie, I have a few devotions
To do first, then I'm yours.

John. Remember.

SCENE II.

[Exeunt.

Enter Petruchio, Antonio, and two Gentlemen. Ant. Cut his windpipe, I say!

1 Gent. Fy, Antonio!

Ant. Or knock his brains out first, and
then forgive him!

If you do thrust, be sure it be to th' hilts,
A surgeon may see thro' him.

1 Gent. You are too violent.
2 Gent. Too open undiscreet.
Petr. Am I not ruin'd?
The honour of my house crack'd?
My credit, and my name?

2 Gent. Be sure it be so,

[poison'd? my blood

Before you use this violence: Let not doubt, And a suspecting anger, so much sway you Your wisdom may be question'd.

Ant. I say, kill him,

[may be,

And then dispute the cause! Cut off what And what is shall be safe.

2 Gent. Hang up a true man, Because 'tis possible he may be thievish? Alas, is this good justice?

Petr. I know, as certain

As day must come again, as clear as truth, And open as belief can lay it to me,

That I am basely wrong'd, wrong'd above

recompense,

Maliciously abus'd, blasted for ever

In name and honour, lost to all remembrance,

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