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ILLIAM WYCHERLEY was, before Congreve arose to surpass him, the most eminent master of- that arti- ficial school of Comedy which com- menced with the restoration of Charles II., and which may be said to have perished, in a blaze as of a funeral pyre, with Sheridan. Abandoning the beaten paths of English drama, the writers of this school found, in the various intrigue of the Spanish theatre, in the verbal vivacity and piquant satire of the French, a new basis for their productions. Their works, as a class, have been designated the Comedy of Manners, a title which aptly distinguishes them from the Comedy of Human Life, set forth by Shakespeare. It is a title, nevertheless, of limited applicability. The manners portrayed in these comedies, if drawn from the life, illustrate but one side of human character, and that side the most superficial. To divert by wit and ingenuity being the writer's aim, all allusion to the deeper motives of humanity was rejected as impertinent,
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or admitted only as an occasional contrast to the prevailing tone. Thus tne artificiality of the characters is the consequence rather of incomplete- ness than of untruth ; they are, as it were, but half characteis ; the dialogue is no longer, as with Shakespeare, the means of their development, but the purpose of their creation.
Living in an age of loose manners and corrupt morals, the result, as has often been pointed out, of the unnatural state of repression which accom- panied the Puritan supremacy, Wycherley can- not be acquitted of the vices of his time, nor can it be contended that it was altogether with the object of lashing these vices that he decked them out with all the allurements of brilliant dialogue and diverting situations. Yet I venture to assert that, in spite of their licentiousness, these comedies possess claims to recognition not lightly to be ignored. Nay, more: that their very in- decency, although the most open, is certainly not the most pernicious form of immorality known to us in literature. For as the harm of licentious allusions consists in their appeal to the basest passions of human nature, so the appeal is stronger as the impression of human passion is deeper. But these simulacra^ these puppet sem- blances of humanity, which Wycherley and his con- temporaries summon upon the stage for our diversion, what human passion can we discover in these to which we should be in danger of unworthily responding ? As we read the plays
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no sense of reality disturbs us. Transfer the language they employ, the actions they perform, to the characters in a play of Shakespeare's, a novel of Richardson's, and our resentment and detestation are instantly awakened. But the dramatis personce of Wycherley or of Congreve are not, as the characters of Shakespeare and Richard- son, men and women whom we feel to be as real and living as those with whom we daily associate. They merely simulate humanity so far as is requisite for the proper enactment of their parts. And herein lies the test : a Cordelia, an lago, a Clarissa, a Lovelace, are, to our feelings, real creatures of flesh and blood, whom we love or hate, as the case may be. The characters of Wycherley and Congreve, on the contrary, we neither love nor detest ; we are interested not in what they are, but only in what they say and do. They have no further existence for us than as they act and speak on the stage before our eyes ; touch them, and, like ghosts in Elysium, they turn to empty air in our grasp.
Another counter-influence to the unwholesome- ness of these comedies is the current of mirth which runs through them, more or less, from end to end. For laughter may be reckoned in some sort an antidote to sensuality, at least to sensuality in its vilest and most insinuating mood. " There is no passion," as Sterne says, " so serious as lust ; " and we may safely conclude that when laughter is provoked, the wit of expression or the ludicrousness of
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situation is more active to our apprehension than the license of sentiment
It is sometimes urged against the comedies of this school that Virtue, in them, is brought on the stage only to be derided. But this charge is manifestly unjust. Virtue, indeed, is an unfrequent guest in this house of mirth ; she finds a refuge in the house of mourning hard by, in the tragedies of the times. Yet if she chance to cross the un- wonted threshold, it is not to be laughed out of countenance, but more often to be entertained as an honoured guest. Take, for instance, the character of Christina, in Wycherley's Love in a Wood, or even that of Alithea, in Ttie Country Wife ; the sentiments of honour and purity that are set on their lips, or expressed in their actions, are evidently intended to excite our esteem and admiration. Nay, it may even be affirmed that if, among these shadowy creatures, there be any that affect us, beyond the others, with some sense of an approach to living reality, it is precisely the virtuous characters from whom such an impression is derived. It is true, on the other hand, that the sin of adultery, so common to the dramatic plots of this period, is treated not only without severity, but as a pleasant jest. To the husbands, in general, small mercy is shown. Yet what husbands are these — these Pinchwifes, Fondlewifes, et hoc genus omne? It is less the sancity of marriage that is attacked, or held up to ridicule, in their persons, than their own vices, their jealousy, tyranny, or
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folly. And, after all, it is by no means in the crime itself, but in the ingenuity of intrigue, that we are expected to find diversion ; and the utter absence of genuine passion on the part of these stage criminals renders any appeal to passion in ourselves out of the question.
It is not with any intention of reusing the license which abounds in Wycherley's comedies that I have ventured to offer these few considera- tions in their behalf. I contend only that their laughing outrages upon decency, are infinitely less harmful, because more superficial, than the senti- mental lewdness which, arising from a deeper depravity, instils a more subtle venom ; that, condemn it as we needs must, we may yet stop short of attaching to the immorality of the dramatists of the Restoration such consequence as to debar ourselves, for its sake, from enjoying to the full the admirable wit and ingenuity which constitute the chief merit of their performances.
Wycherley produced but four comedies, which, however, contain almost all of intrinsic value that remains from his pen. Besides these, he himself published but one volume, a folio of Miscellany- Poems y which appeared in 1704, when the author was sixty-four years of age. Of these pieces nothing favourable can be affirmed even by the friendliest critic. They form a strange olla podrida of so-called philosophy and obscenity ; they are dull without weight, or lewd without wit ; or if even here and there a good thought occur, the
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ore is scarcely of such value as to be worth the pains of separating from the dross. The book suggests a curious picture of the veteran dramatist, ever and anon laying aside his favourite Rochefou- cauld or Montaigne to chuckle feebly over the reminiscence of some smutty story of his youthful days. The versification is, as Macaulay says, beneath criticism ; Wycherley had no spark of poetry in his whole composition. In fine, we may apply to this volume, without qualification, Dryden's remarks upon poor Elkanah Settle : " His style is boisterous and rough-hewn ; his rhyme incorrigibly lewd, and his numbers perpetually harsh and lU- sounding.'' Yet there is one thing which redeems the volume from utter contempt, as a testimony, not, indeed, to the author's talent, but to the constancy and disinterestedness of his temper. I refer to the brave verses addressed to his friend the Duke of Buckingham, on the occasion of that versatile nobleman's disgrace and imprisonment in the Tower. The key note is struck in the opening lines :
** Your late Disgrace is but the Court's Disgrace, As its false accusation but your Praise."
These lines, it may be remarked, are intended as a rhymed couplet, and may serve as one instance out of many of the " incorrigible lewdness " of Wycherley 's rhyme ; but, paltry as the verses may be, the feeling which prompted them was surely deserving of respect.
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The pieces in prose and verse, which, "having the misfortune to fall into the hands of a mercenary, were published in 1728, in 8vo, under the title of The Posthumous Works of William Wycherley Esq.^' are on the whole superior to the Miscellany-Poems, yet, excepting perhaps some of the prose aphorisms which constitute the first part of the collection, little or nothing is to be found, even here, worth resuscitating. Such facility or occasional elegance as the verses possess must be wholly ascribed to the corrections of Pope ; but Pope himseh failed in the impracticable attempt to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. Some fcv/ of the best pieces, as the lines on Solitude, might pos- sibly pass muster as the worst in a better volume, while the epistle to Dryden (who had invited Wycherley's collaboration in the construction of a comedy — an honour which the younger author gratefully and modestly declined) is interesting personally, and the strain of elaborate compli- ment, to which, after the fashion of the day, Wycherley treated his correspondents, is here for once, not wholly misapplied. The Maxims, however, contain better stuff than the verses, and fully justify Pope's repeated hints to the author that " the greater part *' of his pieces " would make a much better figure as single maxims and reflec- tions in prose, after the manner of your favourite Rochefoucauld, than in verse." ^ Although, for the
1 Correslxmdence between Pope and Wycherley ; Letter 26. See also Letter 15.
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most part, as trite as moral aphorisms usually are, they are not without here and there a touch of wit, of terseness, or even of wisdom. Here, for instance, is a pretty simile: — "False friends, like the shadow upon a dial, are ever present to the sunshine of our fortunes, and as spon gone when we begin to be under a cloud." Here, again, is a touch of characteristic satire : — " Old men give young men good counsel, not being able longer to give them bad examples."^ And for a specimen of his wisdom take the following : — " The silence of a wise man is more wrong* to mankind than the slanderer's speech."
I have now noticed all that has appeared in print of Wycherley's authorship beyond his letters to Pope (which possess at least the merit of occasioning Pope's letters to Wycherley), and a few letters of earlier date, published by Dennis,^ which contain, however, nothing of more conse- quence than a string of extravagant and affected encomiums upon his correspondent. Something remains to be said on the subject of our author's personal character, which I shall endeavour to set in a juster light than that in which it is presented by Macaulay, whose vivid scrutiny, like a strong torch-light, brings out the worse parts into sharp relief, while it leaves the better in dense obscurity.
' I ought to have remembered that this maxim is Rochefoucauld's. It may stand, however, as an instance of the untrustworthiness of Wycherley's memory. See p. xxxvi.
^ Letters on several Occasions : published by John Dennis : London, 1696.
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It IS not to be doubted that Wycherley participated in the fashionable follies and vices of the age in which he lived. His early intrigue with the Duchess of Cleveland was notorious. The license of his own writings is a standing witness against him, and the indecency of some of the verses which he published in his old age proves that his mind reverted to the scenes of his youth with feelings other than those of a repentant sinner. Yet in accepting the evidence of Wycherley's writings we should beware of over-rating its importance. Dryden's character is well known as that of a modest and excellent man ; yet Dryden occasionally produced passages abundantly obscene. Libertinism was the fashion of the age, and although the fashion had somewhat changed when Wycherley published his Miscellany-Poems^ we can feel little surprise that the productions of an aged and infirm man should be redolent rather of the days when he was crowned with honours and sated with success, than of those later years of ill-health and obscurity. In this man's composition the clay was assuredly mingled with pure metal. Nothing in the testimony of his contemporaries is so striking as the tone of affection and esteem which they continually assume in speaking of him. Dryden writes to John Dennis that he has laid aside his intention of commenting upon some friend's purpose of marriage ; " for, having had the Honour to see my Dear Friend Wycherley's Letter to him on that occasion, I find nothing to be added or amended. But as well as
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I love Mr. Wycherley, I confess I love myself so well, that I will not shew how much I am inferiour to him in Wit and Judgment, by undertaking any- thing after him."^ And Dryden's regard was gratefully and cordially reciprocated. In his first letter to Wycherley Pope refers to the high satis- faction which he experienced in hearing the old dramatist, at their very first meeting, "doing justice to his dead friend, Mr. Dryden." Wycherley 's own epistle, in verse, to the great poet I have already mentioned ; it is filled with expressions, sincere if exaggerated, of regard and admiration ; and long after Dryden's death, in an essay ^ which appeared not until its author had, himself, been years in his grave, Wycherley writes of " my once good friend, Mr. Dryden, whose Memory will be honour'd when I have no Remembrance."
His attachment to his friends, indeed, appears to have been a prominent characteristic of his dispo- sition. Major Pack, in a short memoir prefixed to the Posthumous Works, declares that **he was as impatient to hear his Friend calumniated, as some other people would be to find themselves defamed. I have more than once,'' he adds, " been a witness of that honourable Tenderness in his Temper."
His friendship with Pope is one of the best known incidents in his life. It commenced in 1704, when Wycherley was sixty-four and Pope but sixteen years of age, and, although at times inter-
* Letters on severed Occasions : p. 57.
2 An Essay against Pride and Ambition^ in the Posthumous Works.
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rupted, terminated only with the death of the former in 1715. Their correspondence displays on both sides the marks of sincere regard. Wycherley's generous appreciation the young genius repaid with gratitude and affection, which, however, in the moments even of its warmest ardour, never degene- rated into servility. The last published letter between them is dated May 2, 17 10. It was succeeded by a period of prolonged estrangement. During the preceding year a silence of unusual duration on the part of Wycherley had aroused the anxiety of Pope, who alludes to it, in his corre- spondence with their common friend Cromwell, in terms of heart-felt concern. Wycherley had been dangerously ill, and Cromwell had acquainted Pope with the news of his recovery.
**You have delivered me," he replies, under date of Oct. 19, 1709, "from more anxiety than he imagines me capable of on his account, as I am convinced by his long silence. However the love of some things rewards itself, as of Virtue, and of Mr. Wycherley. I am surprised at the danger you tell me he has been in, and must agree with you that our nation would have lost in him as much wit and probity, as would have remained (for aught I know) in the rest of it. My concern for his friendship will excuse me (since I know you honour him so much, and since you know I love him above all men) if I vent a part of ipy uneasiness to you, and tell you that there has not been wanting one to insinuate malicious untruths
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of nie to Mr. Wycherley, which, I fear, may have had some effect upon him."
The correspondence was renewed, with all the old kindness, in the following spring, but was soon again to be interrupted. Pope had, for some years, been engaged upon the occasional correction and emendation of Wycherley 's worse than mediocre verses, and the unsparing honesty with which he discharged this delicate office, however creditable to his character, could not but be at times unpalatable to the author now seventy years of age, and rendered peevish by ill -health and loss of memory. His last published letter to Pope betrays some natural indignation at the wholesale slaughter which the young poet was making of his halting lines, although, with the politeness of an old courtier, he thanks him for his freedom, which he " shall always acknowledge with all sort of gratitude.'* It is probable, also, that some enemy of Pope had again possessed the old man's ear with slanders, to which his shattered memory would render him the more accessible, and Wycherley again broke off the correspondence, leaving his friend to wonder how he had displeased him, as knowing^himself " guilty of no offence but of doing sincerely just what he bid me."
Pope's references to Wycherley, during this new estrangement, show him to have been deeply hurt. They indicate, however, more of sorrow than of resentment, and his delight was unfeigned when, in the autumn of 171 1, his friend was once more re-
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conciled to him, and once more wrote to him and spoke of him in terms of the warmest affection. Cromwell, from whose correspondence with Pope we derive our information regarding this second reconciliation narrates the following pleasant inci- dent.
" Mr. Wycheney came to town on Sunday last, and, kindly surprised me with a visit on Monday morning. We dined and. drank together; and I saying, *To our loves,' he replied, *It is Mr. Pope's health.' " On these terms we leave them. Their correspondence of this date has not been made public, nor do we know if malice or misunder- standing again destroyed the concord thus happily re-established. Pope's letters to Cromwell, more- over, cease about this time, and those which he addressed to others contain no further mention of Wycherley, until in January 1716, he describes to Mr. Blount the closing scene of the life of " that eminent comic poet, and our friend.'*
In after years, speaking of Wycherley, Pope said : " We were pretty well together to the last ; only his memory was so totally bad, that he did not remember a kindness done to him, even from minute to minute. He was peevish, too, latterly ; so that sometimes we were out a little, and sometimes in. He never did an unjust thing to me in his whole life ; and Iwent to see him on his death-bed." ^
One more of his contemporaries I propose to bring forward as a witness to our author's character.
' Spence's Anecdotes*
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George Granville, Baron Lansdowne, to the ordinary qualifications of an accomplished gentleman added some pretensions, not altogether contemptible, to the rank of a minor poet. He was the author of a vast number of elegantly written verses (usually addressed to " Mira "), of a tragedy {Heroic Love) commended by Dryden, and of an amusing comedy {Once a Lover and always a Lover) of the school of Wycherley and Congreve. In the second volume of his collected works is to be found an epistle in which he remarks, with some minuteness, upon' the character and disposition of his friend Wycherley.
This letter is not dated, but, from internal evidence, must have been written about the year 1705 or 1706. Lansdowne sets out with declaring that his partiality to Wycherley as a friend might render what he says of him suspected, "if his Merit was not so well and so publickly established as to set him above Flattery. To do him barely Justice," he continues, " is an Under- taking beyond my Skill.** Further he writes : " As pointed and severe as he is in his Writings, in his Temper he has all the Softness of the tenderest Disposition ; gentle and inoffensive to every Man in his particular Character ; he only attacks Vice as a publipk Enemy, compassionating the Wound he is under a Necessity to probe." Yet, " in my Friend every Syllable, every Thought is mascu- line ; '' and it was, questionless, from this particu- larity that he acquired the sobriquet (alluding, at
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the same time, to The Plain Dealer) of Manly Wycherley. Of our Plain Dealer as a poet Lansdowne candidly confesses — " It is certain he is no Master of Numbers ; but a Diamond is not less a Diamond for rfot being polish'd/' And then, addressing his correspondent : " Congreve,'* he writes, " is your familiar Acquaintance, you may judge of Wycherley by him : they have the same manly way of Thinking and Writing, the same Candour, Modesty, Humanity, and Integrity of Manners : It is impossible not to love them for their own Sakes, abstracted from the Merit of their Works.** In conclusion Lansdowne invites his correspondent to his lodging, to meet Wycherley, as well as " a young Poet, newly inspired," whose " Name is Pope,'* who **is not above seventeen or eighteen years of age, and promises Miracles," and whom Wycherley and Walsh "have taken under their Wing.'*
The foregoing testimonies are, I venture to think, sufficiently explicit. Johnson, indeed, supposes Wycherley to have been " esteemed without virtue, and caressed without good-humour,'' but a state- ment so obviously self-contradictory deserves no consideration. One thing is clear: that Wycherley was both beloved and honoured by men whose temper and capacity give irrefragable authority to their judgment, and that judgment, based, as it was, upon personal and intimate acquaintance, it were presumption to dispute.
The present text is that of the first editions, whigh
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I have carefully collated with, and occasionally corrected by, the text of the edition of 17 1 3 (the last published during the author's life), and that of Leigh Hunt*s edition of 1849. I have usually fol- lowed the punctuation of Leigh Hunt, who was the first to punctuate the plays accurately.
Wm. C. Ward.
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William Wycherley was born in 1640. He was the son of a Shropshire gentleman of old family,^ and of what was then accounted a good estate. The property was estimated at ;f 600 a year, a fortune which, among the fortunes at that time, probably ranked as a fortune of ^f 2,000 a year would rank in our days.
William was an infant when the civil war broke out; and, while he was still in his rudiments, a Presbyterian hierarchy and a republican govern- ment were established on the ruins of the ancient church and throne. Old Mr. Wycherley was attached to the royal cause, and was not disposed to intrust the education of his heir to the solemli Puritans who now ruled the universities and the public schools. Accordingly, the young gentleman was sent at fifteen to France. He resided some time in the neighbourhood of the Duke of Mon- tausier, chief of one of the noblest families of Touraine. The Duke's wife, a daughter of the
* From Macaulay's Essay on The Comic Dramatists of the Restoration,
2 Daniel Wycherley, Esq., of Clive or Cleve, in Shropshire, about seven miles north of Shrewsbury. — Ed.
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house of Rambouillet, was a finished specimen of those talents and accomplishments for which her house was celebrated. The young foreigner was introduced to the splendid circle which surrounded the duchess, and there he appears to have learned some good and some evil. In. a few years he returned to this country a fine gentleman and a Papist. His conversion, it may safely be affirmed, was the effect not of any strong impression on his understanding or feelings, but partly of intercourse with an agreeable society in which the Church of Rome was the fashion, and partly of that aversion to Calvinistic austerities which was then almost universal amongst young Englishmen of parts and spirit, and which, at one time, seemed likely to make one half of them Catholics and the othei; half Atheists.
But the Restoration came. The universities were again in loyal hands, and there was reason to hope that there would be again a national church fit for a gentleman. Wycherley became a member of Queen's College, Oxford, and abjured the errors of the Church of Rome. The somewhat equivocal glory of turning, for a short time, a good-for- nothing Papist into a very good-for-nothing Pro- testant is ascribed to Bishop Barlow.
Wycherley left Oxford without taking a degree, and entered at the Temple, where he lived gaily for some years, observing the humours of the town, enjoying its pleasures and picking up just as much law as was necessary to make the character of a pettifogging attorney or of a litigious client entertaining in a comedy.
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From an early age, he had been in the habit of amusing himself by writing. Some wretched lines of his on the Restoration are still extant. Had he devoted himself to the making of verses, he would have been nearly as far below Tate and Black- more as Tate and Blackmore are below Dryden. His only chance for renown would have been that he might have occupied a niche in a satire between Flecknoe and Settle. There was, however, another kind of composition in which his talents and acquirements qualified him to succeed ; and to that he judiciously betook himself.
In his old age he used to say that he wrote Love in a Wood at nineteen, The Gentleman Dancing- Master at twenty-one, the Plain Dealer at twenty- five, and The Country Wife at one or two and thirty. We are incredulous, we own, as to the truth of this story. Nothing that we know of Wycherley leads us to think . him incapable of sacrificing truth to vanity. And his memory in the decline of his life played him such strange tricks that we might question the correctness of his assertion without throwing any imputation on his veracity. It is certain that none of his plays was acted till 1672,^ when he gave Love in a Wood to the public. It seems improbable that he should resolve, on so important an occasion as that of a first appearance before the world, to run his chance with a feeble piece, written before his talents were ripe, before his style was formed, before he
* The dates assigned by Macaulay to the first representations of Wycherley*s plays are in every case incorrect. See the Introduc- tion to each play. — Ed.
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had looked abroad into the world ; and this when he had actually in his desk two highly finished plays, the fruit of his matured powers. When we look minutely at the pieces themselves, we find in every part of them reason to suspect the accuracy of Wycherley's statement. In the first scene of Love in a Wood, to go no further, we find many passages which he could not have written when he was nineteen. There is an allusion to gentlemen's periwigs, which first came into fashion in 1663 ; an allusion to guineas, which were first struck in 1663 ; an allusion to the vests which Charles ordered to be worn at court in ^6^\ an allusion to the fire of 1666 ; and several allusions to political and ecclesiastical affairs which must be assigned to times later than the year of the Restoration — to times when the government and the city were opposed to each other, and when the Presbyterian ministers had been driven from the parish churches to the conventicles. But it is needless to dwell on particular expressions. The whole air and spirit of the piece belong to a period subsequent to that mentioned by Wycherley. As to The Plain Dealer, which is said to have been written when he was twenty-five, it contains one scene unquestionably written after 1675, several which are later that 1668, and scarcely a line which can have been composed before the end of 1666.
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event produced a great change in the fortunes of the author. The Duchess of Cleveland cast her eyes upon him and was pleased with his appear- ance. This abandoned woman, not content with her complaisant husband and her royal keeper, lavished her fondness on a crowd of paramours of all ranks, from dukes to rope-dancers. In the time of the Commonwealth she commenced her career of gallantry, and terminated it under Anne, by marrying, when a great grandmother, that worth- less fop, Beau Fielding. It is not strange that she should have regarded Wycherley with favour. His figure was commanding, his countenance strikingly handsome, his look and deportment full of grace and dignity. He had, as Pope said long after, '* the true nobleman look,*' the look vvhich seems to indicate superiority, and a not unbecoming con- sciousness of superiority. His hair indeed, as he says in one of his poems, was prematurely grey. But in that age of periwigs this misfortune was of little importance.
The Duchess admired him, and proceeded to make love to him after the fashion of the coarse- minded and shameless circle to which she be- longed. In the Ring, when the crowd of beauties and fine gentlemen was thickest, she put her head out of her coach-window and bawled to him — ^* Sir, you are a rascal ; you are a villain ; " and, if she is not belied, she added another phrase of abuse which we will not quote, but of which we may say that it might most justly have been applied to her own children. Wycherley called on her Grace the next day, and with great humility
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begged to know in what way he had been so un- fortunate as to disoblige her.^ Thus began an intimacy from which the poet probably expected wealth and honours. Nor were such expectations unreasonable. A handsome young fellow about
* Macaulay*s version of the above story is derived from Spence*s Anecdotes, It differs entirely from Dennis's version, which is evidently the correct one, as the former totally misses the point, and makes the Duchess guilty merely of a piece of unmeaning rudeness. Dennis's account is as follows. — **The writing of that Play \^L4>ve in a Wood] was the Occasion of his becoming acquainted with one of King Charles's Mistresses after a very particular manner. As Mr. Wycherley was going thro' Pail Mall towards .9/. James's in his Chariot, he met the foresaid lady in hers, who, thrusting half her Body out of the Chariot, cry'd out aloud to him, * You, Wycherley, you are a Son of a Whore,* at the same time laughing aloud and heartily. . . . Mr. Wycherley was certainly very much surpriz'd at it, yet not so much but he soon apprehended it was spoke with Allusion to the latter End of a Song in the foremention'd Play—
'* Great Wits and great Braves
Have always a Punk to their Mother.'
As, during Mr. Wycherley's Surprize, the Chariots drove different ways, they were soon at a considerable Distance from each other, when Mr. Wycherley, recovering from his Surprize, ordered his Coachman to drive back, and to overtake the Lady. As soon as he got over-against her, he said to her, * Madam, you have been pleased to bestow a title on me which generally belongs to the Fortunate. Will your Ladyship be at the Play to-night ? ' * Well,' she reply'd, * what if I am there ? ' * Why, then I will be there to wait on your Ladyship, tho' I disappoint a very fine Woman who has made me an Assignation.' * So,' said she, *you are sure to dis- appoint a Woman who has favour'd you for one who has not.' *Yes,' reply'd he, *if she who has not favour'd me is the finer Woman of the two. But he who will be constant to your Ladyship, till he can find a finer Woman, is sure to die your Captive.' The Lady blush'd, and bade her Coachman drive away. ... In short, she was that Night in the first Row of the King's Box in * Drury Lane,' and Mr. Wycherley in the Pit under her, where he enter- tain'd her during the whob Play." Dennis's Familiar Letters^ London, 1 721.— Ed.
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the court, known by the name of Jack Churchill was, about the same time, so lucky as to become the object of a short-lived fancy of the Duchess. She had presented him with ;£^4,Soo, the price, in all probability, of some title or some pardon. The prudent youth had lent the money on high interest and on landed security ; and this judicious invest- ment was the beginning of the most splendid private fortune in Europe. Wycherley was not so lucky. The partiality with which the great lady regarded him was indeed the talk of the whole town ; and, sixty years later, old men who remem- bered those days told Voltaire that she often stole from the court to her lover's chambers in the Temple, disguised like a country girl, with a straw hat on her head, pattens on her feet and a basket in her hand.^
The poet was indeed too happy and proud to be discreet. He dedicated to the Duchess the play which had led to their acquaintance, and in the dedication expressed himself in terms which could not but confirm the reports which had gone abroad. But at Whitehall such an affair was regarded in no serious light. The lady was not afraid to bring Wycherley to court and to introduce him to a splendid society, with
^ This anecdote is given by Leigh Hunt on the authority of Voltaire's Letters concerning the English Nation. But Leigh Hunt's memory appears to have played him false. The only allusion, in Voltaire's Letters^ to the connection between Wycherley and the Duchess, is contained in the following words : — " Mr. Wycherley, who was a long Time known publickly to be happy in the good Graces of the most celebrated Mistress of King Charles the Second."— Ed.
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which, as far as appears, he had never before mixed. The easy king, who allowed to his mis- tresses the same liberty which he claimed for him- self, was pleased with the conversation and manners of his new rival. So high did Wycherley stand in the royal favour that once, when he was confined by a fever to his lodgings in Bow Street, Charles, who, with all his faults, was certainly a man of S3cial and affable disposition, called on him, sat by his bed, advised him to try a change of air, and gave him a handsome sum of money to defray the expenses of a journey.^ Buckingham, then Master of the Horse and one of that infamous ministry known by the name of the Cabal, had been one of the Duchess's innumerable paramours. He at first showed some symptoms of jealousy, but he soon, after, his fashion, veered round from anger to fondness, and gave Wycherley a com- mission in bis own regiment and a place in the royal household.
It would be unjust to Wycherley's memory not to mention here the only good action, as far as we know, of his whole life. He is said to have made great exertions to obtain the patronage of Bucking- ham for the illustrious author of Hudibras^ who was now sinking into an obscure grave, neglected by a nation proud of his genius and by a court
^ Wycherley accordingly journeyed into France, about the beginning of the winter of 1678, and returned, entirely restored, at the end of the following spring. The King received him with the utmost favour, and made choice of him as governor to his son. It was immediately after this that Wycherley went down to Tunbridge (in the summer of 1679), where he met the Countess of Drogheda, whom he soon afterwards married. — Ed.
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which he had served too well. His grace consented to see poor Butler ; and an appointment was made. But unhappily two pretty women passed by ; the volatile Duke ran after them ; the opportunity was lost and could never be regained.
The second Dutch war, the most disgraceful war in the whole history of England, was now raging. It was not in that age considered as by any means necessary that a naval officer should receive a pro* fessional education. Young men of rank, who were hardly able to keep their feet in a breeze, served on board the King's ships, sometimes with commissions and sometimes as volunteers. Mul- grave, Dorset, Rochester, and many others left the playhouses and the Mall for hammocks and salt pork ; and, ignorant as they were of the rudiments of naval service, showed, at least, on the day of battle, the courage which is seldom wanting in an English gentleman. All good judges of maritime affairs complained that, under this system, the ships were grossly mismanaged, and that the tarpaulins contracted the vices, without acquiring the graces, of the court. But on this subject, as on every other, the government of Charles was deaf to all remonstrances where the interests or whims of favourites were concerned. Wycherley did not choose to be out of the fashion. He embarked, was present at a battle, and celebrated it, on his return, in a copy of verses too bad for the bellman.^
* Mr. Leigh Hunt supposes that the battle at which Wycherley was present was that which the Duke cf York gained over Opdam, in 1665. We believe that it was one of the battles between Rupert and De Ruyter, in 1673.
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About the same time he brought on the stage his second piece, The Gentleman Dancing-Master, The biographers say nothing, as far as we remember, about the fate of this play. There is, however, reason to believe that, though certainly far superior to Love in a Wood, it was not equally successful. It was first tried at the west end of the town, and, as the poet confessed, "would scarce do there.' Tt was then performed in Salisbury Court, but, as it should seem, with no better event. For, in the prologue to The Country Wife, Wycherley described himself as " the late so baffled scribbler."
In 1765, T/ie Country Wife was performed with brilliant success, which, in a literary point of view, was not wholly unmerited. For, though one of the most profligate and heartless of human com- positions, it is the elaborate production of a mind, not indeed rich, original or imaginative, but in- genious, observant, quick to seize hints, and patient of the toil of polishing.
The point is of no importance ; and there cannot be said to be much evidence either way. We offer, however, to Mr. Leigh Hunt's consideration three arguments — of no great weight certainly— yet such as ought, we think, to prevail in the absence of better. First, it is not very likely that a young Templar, quite unknown in the world— and Wycherley was such in 1665 — should have quitted his chambers to go to sea. On the other hand, it would have been in the regular course of things that, when a courtier and an equerry, he should offer his services. Secondly, his verses appear to have been written after a drawn battle, like those of 1673, ^"^ "ot after a complete victory, like that of 1665. Thirdly, in the epilogue to The GetUleman Dancing- Master, written in 1673, ^« says that "all gentlemen must pack to sea ; " an expression which makes it probable that he did not himself mean to stay behind. [The epilogue to The Gentleman Dancing- Master was probably written about the end of 167 1. See the Introduction to that play. — Ed.
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The Plain Dealer, equally immoral and equally well written, appeared in 1677. At first this piece pleased the people less than the critics ; but after a time its unquestionable merits and the zealous support of Lord Dorset, whose influence in literary and fashionable society was unbounded, established it in the public favour.
The fortune of Wycherley was now in the zenith and began to decline. A long life was still before him. But it was destined to be filled with nothing but shame and wretchedness, domes- tic dissensions, literary failures and pecuniary em- barrassments.
The King, who was looking about for an accom- plished man to conduct the education of his natural son, the young Duke of Richmond, at length fixed on Wycherley. The poet, exulting in his good luck, went down to amuse himself at Tunbridge, looked into a bookseller's shop on the Pantiles, and, to his great delight, heard a handsome woman ask for The Plain Dealer ^ which had just been published. He made acquaintance with the lady, who proved to be the Countess of Drogheda, a gay young widow with an ample jointure. She was charmed with his person and his wit, and after a short flirtation, agreed to become his wife. Wycherley seems to have been apprehensive that this connection might not suit well with the King's plans respecting the Duke of Richmond. He accordingly prevailed on the lady to consent to a private marriage. All came out. Charles thought the conduct of Wycherley both disrespectful and disingenuous. Other causes probably assisted to
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alienate the sovereign from the subject who had lately been so highly favoured. Buckingham was now in opposition and had been committed to the Tower ; not, as Mr. Leigh Hunt supposes, on a charge of treason, but by an order of the House of Lords for some expressions which he had used in debate. Wycherley wrote some bad lines in praise of his imprisoned patron, which, if they came to the knowledge of the King, would certainly have made his majesty very angry. The favour of the court was completely withdrawn from the poet. An amiable woman with a large fortune might indeed have been an ample compensation for the loss. But Lady Drogheda was ill-tempered, imperious and extravagantly jealous. She had herself been a maid of honour at Whitehall. She well knew in what estimation conjugal fidelity was held among the fine gentlemen there, and watched her town husband as assiduously as Mr. Pinchwife watched his country wife. The unfortunate wit was, indeed, allowed to meet his friends at a tavern opposite to his own house. But on such occasions the windows were always open, in order that her ladyship, who was posted on the other side of the street, might be satisfied that no woman was of the party.
The death of Lady Drogheda released the poet from this distress ; but a series of disasters in rapid succession broke down his health, his spirits and his fortune. His wife meant to leave him a good property and left him only a lawsuit. His father could not or would not assist him. He was at length thrown into the Fleet, and languished there
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during seven years, utterly forgotten, as it should seem, by the gay and lively circle of which he had been a distinguished ornament. In the extremity of his distress, he implored the publisher who had been enriched by the sale of his works to lend him twenty pounds, and was refused. His comedies, however, still kept the stage and drew great audiences, which troubled themselves little about the situation of the author. At length, James the Second, who had now succeeded to the throne, happened to go to the theatre on an evening when The Plain Dealer was acted. He was pleased with the performance, and touched by the fate of the writer, whom he probably remembered as one of the gayest and handsomest of his brother's courtiers. The King determined to pay Wycher- ley's debts and to settle on the unfortunate poet a pension of ;^200 a-year. This munificence on the part of a prince who was little in the habit of rewarding literary merit, and whose whole soul was devoted to the interests of his Church, raises in us a surmise which Mr. Leigh Hunt will, we fear, pronounce very uncharitable. We cannot help suspecting that it was at this time that Wycherley returned to the communion of the Church of Rome.^ That he did return to the communion of the Church of Rome is certain. The date of his reconversion, as far as we know, has never been mentioned by any biographer. We believe that, if we place it at this time, we do no injustice to the character either of Wycherley or James.
Not long after, old Mr. Wycherley died ; and
* There are no grounds whatever for this surmise. — Ed.
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his son, now past the middle of h'fe, came to the family estate. Still, however, he was not at his ease. His embarrassments were great ; his pro- perty was strictly tied up; and he was on very bad terms with the heir-at-law. He appears to have led, during a long course of years, that most wretched life, the life of an old boy about town. Expensive tastes with little money and licentious appetites with declining vigour, were the just penance for his early irregularities. A severe illness had produced a singular effect on his in- tellect. His memory played him pranks stranger than almost any that are to be found in the history of that strange faculty.^ It seemed to be at oiice preternaturally strong and preternaturally weak. If a book was read to him before he went to bed, he would wake the next morning with his mind full of the thoughts and expressions which he had heard over night ; and he would write them down, without in the least suspecting that they were not his own. In his verses the same ideas, and even the same words, came over and over again several times in a short composition. His fine person bore the marks of age, sickness and sorrow ; and
1 " He lost his memory (forty years before he died) by a fever, and would repeat the same thought, sometimes in the compass of ten lines, and did not dream of its being inserted but just before : when you pointed it out to him, he would say, * Gads-so, so it is ! I thank you very much : pray blot it out. * " — Pope, in Spence*s Anecdotes.
Elsewhere Pope states that he was forty years of age when the illness occurred. It is possible that this illness may have been the fever before mentioned, from which he sought recovery by travel, in the winter of 1678; though Dbnnis certainly describes him as returning " entirely restored," both in body and mind. — Ed.
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he mourned for his departed beauty with an effeminate regret. He could not look without a sigh at the portrait which Lely had painted of him when he was only twenty-eight, and often mur*^ mured, Quantum tmUatus ab illo.
He was still nervously anxious about his lite- rary reputation, and, not content with the fame which he still possessed as a dramatist, was determined to be renowed as a satirist and an amatory poet. In 1704, after twenty-seven years of silence, he again appeared as an author. He put forth a large folio of miscellaneous verses, which, we believe, has never been reprinted. Some of these pieces had probably circulated through the town in manuscript. For, before the volume appeared, the critics at the coffee- houses very confidently predicted that it would be utterly worthless, and were in consequence bitterly reviled by the poet in an ill-written foolish and egotistical preface. The book amply vin- dicated the most unfavourable prophecies that had been hazarded. The style and versification are beneath criticism ; the morals are those of Rochester. For Rochester, indeed, there was some excuse. When his offences against de- corum were committed, he was a very young man, misled by a prevailing fashion. Wycherley was sixty-four. He had long outlived the times when libertinism was regarded as essential to the character of a wit and a gentleman. Most of the rising poets, Addison, for example, John Philips and Rowe, were studious of decency. We can hardly conceive anything more miserable than the
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figure which the ribald old man makes in the midst of so many sober and well-conducted youths.
In the very year in which this bulky volume of obscene doggerel was published, Wycherley formed an acquaintance of a very singular kind. A little, pale, crooked, sickly, bright-eyed urchin, just turned of sixteen, had written some copies of verses in which discerning judges could detect the promise of future eminence. There was, indeed, as yet nothing very striking or original in the conceptions of the young poet. But he was already skilled in the art of metrical composition. His diction and his music were not those of the great old masters ; but that which his ablest contemporaries were labouring to do he already did best. His style was not richly poetical ; but it was always neat, compact and pointed. His verse wanted variety of pause, of swell and of cadence, but never grated harshly on the ear or disappointed it by a feeble close. The youth was already free of the company of wits, and was greatly elated at being introduced to the author of The Plain Dealer and Tlie Coun- try Wife,
It is curious to trace the history of the inter- course which took place between Wycherley and Pope — between the representative of the age that was going out and the representative of the age that was coming in— between the friend of Rochester and Buckingham and the friend of Lyttleton and Mansfield. At first the boy was en- chanted by the kindness and condescension of his new friend, haunted his door and followed him about like a spaniel from coffee-house to coffee- Digitized by VjOOQIC
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house. Letters full of affection, humility and ful- some flattery were interchanged between the friends. But the first ardour of affection could not last. Pope, though at no time scrupulously deli- cate in his writings or fastidious as to the morals of his associates, was shocked ^ by the indecency of a rake who, at seventy, was still the representative of the monstrous profligacy of the Restoration. As the youth grew older, as his mind expanded and his fame rose, he appreciated both himself and Wycherley more correctly. He felt a well-founded contempt for the old gentleman's verses, and was at no great pains to conceal his opinion. Wycher- ley, on the other hand, though blinded by self-love to the imperfections of what he called his poetry, could not but see that there was an immense difference between his young companion's rhymes and his own. He was divided between two feel- ings. He wished to have the assistance of so skilful a hand to polish his lines; and yet he shrank from the humiliation of being beholden for literary assistance to a lad who might have been his grandson.
Pope was willing to give assistance, but was by no means disposed to give assistance and flat- tery too. He took the trouble to retouch whole reams of feeble, stumbling verses, and in- serted many vigorous lines, which the least skilful reader will distinguish in an instant. But he thought that by these services he acquired a right to express himself in terms which would not, under ordinary circumstances, become one who was
* This assertion is wholly without foundation. — Ed.
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addressing a man of four times his age. In one letter, he tells Wycherley that "the worst pieces are such as, to render them very good, would require almost the entire hew writing of them/' In another, he gives the following account of his corrections : " Though the whole be as short again as at first, there is not one thought omitted but what is a repetition of something in your first volume or in this very paper ; and the versification throughout is, I believe, such as nobody can be shocked at. The repeated permission you give me of dealing freely with you, will, I hope, excuse what I have done ; for, if I have not spared you when I thought severity would do you a kindness, I have not mangled you when I thought there was no absolute need of amputation."
Wycherley continued to return thanks for all this hacking and hewing, which was, indeed, of inestimable service to his composition. But by degrees his thanks began to sound very like reproaches. In private, he is said to have described Pope as a person who could not cut out a suit, but who had some skill in turning old coats.^ In his letters to Pope, while he acknowledged that the versification of the poems had been greatly improved, he spoke of the whole art of versification with scorn, and sneered at those who preferred sound to sense. Pope revenged himself for this outbreak of spleen by return of post. He had in his hands a volume of
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Wycherley s rhymes, and he wrote to say that this volume was so full of faults that he could not correct it without completely defacing the manu- script. " I am," he said, " equally afraid of sparing you and of oflfending you by too impudent a correction." This was more than flesh and blood could bear. Wycherley reclaimed his papers in a letter in which resentment shows itself plainly through the thin disguise of civility. Pope, glad to be rid of a troublesome and inglorious task, sent back the deposit, and, by way of a parting courtesy^ advised the old man to turn his poetry into prose, and assured him that the public would like his thoughts much better without his versification. Thus ended this memorable correspondence.
Wycherley lived some years after the termination of the strange friendship which we have described.^ The last scene of his life was, perhaps, the most scandalous. Ten days before hi§ death, at seventy- five, he married a young girl, merely in order to injure his nephew, an act which proves that neither years nor adversity, nor what he called his philosophy, nor either of the religions which he had at different times professed, had taught him the rudiments of morality.^ He died in December,
* This ** strange friendship " only terminated, as has been already shown, with Wycherley*s death. — Ed.
2 Our information respecting the closing scene of Wycherley's life is too scanty for the formation of a definite judgment. We are, however, under no necessity of believing the circumstances which attended it to have been in any way scandalous Pope's letter, on this occasion, to Mr. Blount is here subjoined.
"Jan. 21, 1715— 16. " I know of nothing that will be so interesting to you at present, as some circumstances of the last act of that eminent comic
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1715, aiid lies in the vault under the church of St. Paul in Covent Garden.
His bride soon after married a Captain
poet, and our friend, Wycherley. He had often told me, as I doubt not he did all his acquaintance, that he would marry as soon as his life was despaired of. Accordingly, a few days before his death, he underwent the ceremony : and joined together those two sacraments, which, wise men say, should be the last we receive : for, if you observe, matrimony is placed after extreme unction in our catechism, as a kind of hint of the order of time in which they are to be taken. The old man then lay down, satisfied in the conscience of having by this one act paid his just debts, obliged a woman, who, he was told, had merit, and shown an heroic resent- ment of the ill-usage of his next heir. Some hundred pounds, which he had with the lady, discharged those debts : a jointure of four hundred a year made her a recompense ; and the nephew he left to comfort himself as well as he could, with the miserable remains of a mortgaged estate. I saw our friend twice after this was done, less peevish in his sickness than he used to be in his health ; neither much afraid of dying, nor (which in him had been . more likely) much ashamed of marrying. The evening before he expired, he called his young wife to the bedside, and earnestly entreated her not to deny him one request, the last he should make. Upon her assurances of consenting to it, he told her, * My dear, it is only this, that you will never marry an old man again. ' I cannot help remarking, that sickness, which often destroys both wit and wisdom, yet seldom has power to remove that talent which we call humour. Mr. Wycherley shewed his, even in this last compli- ment ; though I think his request a little hard, for why should he bar her from doubling her jointure on the same easy terms.
**So trivial as these circumstances are, I should not be displeased myself to know such trifles, when they concern or characterise any eminent person. The wisest and wittiest of men are seldom wiser or wittier than others in these sober moments. At least, our friend ended much in the character he had lived in : and Horace's rule for a play may as well be applied to him as a play-wright
* Servetur ad imum
Qualis ab incepto processerit^ et sibi constet. '
** I am, &c."
It is stated that the lady's name was Jackson, and that she brought Wycherley a fortune of ;^i,5CX). The following additional particulars are given, on the authority of Pope, in Spence's Amcdotes.
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Shrimpton, who thus became possessed of a large collection of manuscripts. These were sold to a bookseller. They were so full of erasures and interlineations that no printer could decipher them. It was necessary to call in the aid of a professed critic ; and Theobald, the editor of Shakespeare and the hero of the first Dunciad, was employed to ascertain the true reading. In this way, a volume of miscellanies in verse and prose was got up for the market. The collection derives all its value from the traces of Pope*s hand, which arc everywhere discernible.
Of the moral character of Wycherley it can hardly be necessary for us to say more. His fame as a writer rests wholly on his comedies, and chiefly on the last two. Even as a comic writer, he was neither of the best school, nor highest in his school. He was in truth a worst Congreve. His chief merit, like Congreve's, lies in the style of his dialogue. But the wit which lights up The Plain Dealer and The Country Wife is pale and flickering
** Wycherley*s nephew, on whom his estate was entailed (but with power to settle a widow's jointure) would not consent to his selling any part of it ; which he wanted much to do, to pay his debts, about a thousand pounds. He had therefore long resolved to marry, in order to make a settlement from the estate, to pay off his debts with his wife's fortune, and * to plague his damned nephew,' as he
used to express it After all, the woman he did marry
proved a cheat ; was a cast mistress of the person who recommended her to him ; and was supplied by him with money for her wedding clothes." This last assertion is hardly to be reconciled with the assumption that Wycherley paid his debts with his wife's fortune. From an allusion to his nephew's " ill-carriage " to him, in a letter to Pope, dated Aug. 1 1, 1709, we gather that the quarrel between them was of old standing ; of its origin we are completely ignorant. —Ed.
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when compared with the gorgeous blaze which dazzles us almost to blindness in Love for Love and Tlie Way of the World, Like Congreve, and, indeed, even more than Congreve, Wycherley is ready to sacrifice dramatic propriety to the liveli- ness of his dialogue. The poet speaks out of the mouths of all his dunces and coxcombs, and makes them describe themselves with a good sense and acuteness which puts them on a level with the wits and heroes. We will give two instances, the first which occur to us, from Tlu Country Wife, There are in the world fools who find the society of old friends insipid and who are always running after new companions. Such a character is a fair sub- ject for comedy. But nothing can be more absurd than to introduce a man of this sort saying to his comrade, " I can deny you nothing ; for though I have known thee a great while, never go if I do not love thee as well as a new acquaintance." That town-wits again, have always been rather a heart- less class, is true. But none of them, we will answer for it, ever said to a young lady to whom he was making love, ** We wits rail and make love often but to show our parts : as we have no aflfec- tions, so we have no malice." ^
Wycherley's plays are said to have been the produce of long and patient labour. The epithet of " slow " was early given to him by Rochester,
* It is difficult to understand in what the impropriety of these speeches is supposed to consist. They are both placed in the mouth of Sparkish, an affected fop, whose utmost ambition is to be re- corded a wit, and to whom no sacrifice would seem excessive for the sake of a smart saying. His indifference to the young lady in question occasions his loss of her in the end. — Ed.
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and was frequently repeated.^ In truth, his mind, unless we are greatly mistaken, was naturally a very meagre soil^ and was forced only by great labour and outlay to bear fruit which, after all, was not of the highest flavour. He has scarcely more claim to originality than Terence. It Is not too much to say that there is hardly anything of the least value in his plays of which the hint is not to be found elsewhere. The best scenes in The Gentleman Dancing-Master were suggested by Calderon's Maestro de Danzar^ not by any means one of the happiest comedies of the great Castilian poet. The Country Wife is borrowed from the Ecole des Maris and the Ecole des Femmes. The groundwork of The Plain Dealer is taken from the Misanthrope of Moli^re. One whole scene is almost translated from the Critique de V Ecole des Femmes?' Fidelia is Shakespeare's Viola stolen, and marred in the stealing ; and the widow Black-
1 Wycherley's ** slowness" has been denied by both Pope and Lansdowne. The former declares that ** he was far from being slow in general, and, in particular, wrote The Plain Dealer in three weeks." And Lansdowne observes, ** If it had been a trouble to him to write, I am much mistaken if he would not have spared himself that trouble. " It seems certain, however, that he revised and altered his plays before committing them to the public, and he by no means belonged to the class of so-called Easy Writers, with respect to whom a bon-mot of his is recorded in the ninth Taller. "The town has for half an age been tormented with insects called Easy Writers, whose abilities Mr. Wycherley one day described excellently well in one word : * That,' said he, * among these fellows is called Easy Writing, which anyone may easily write.'" — Ed.
^ A remarkably free translation, one would say ; and the " whole scene " is, in fact, but a small portion of a scene. But see, for Wycherley's plagiarisms, the Introductions to the plays. - Ed.
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acre, beyond comparison Wycherley's best comic character, is the Countess in Racines Plaideurs^ talking the jargon of English instead of that of French chicane.
The only thing original about Wycherley, the only thing which he could furnish from his own mind in inexhaustible abundance, was profligacy. It is curious to observe how everything that he touched, however pure and noble, took in an instant the colour of his own mind. Compare the Ecole des Femmes with The Country Wife, Agnes is a simple and amiable girl, whose heart is indeed full of love, but of love sanctioned by honour, morality and religion. Her natural talents are great They have been hidden and, as it might appear, destroyed by an education elaborately bad. But they are called forth into full energy. by a virtuous passion. Her lover, while he adores her beauty, is too honest a man to abuse the confiding tenderness of a creature so charming and inexperienced. Wycher- ley takes this plot into his hands ; and forthwith this sweet and graceful courtship becomes a licen- tious intrigue of the lowest and least sentimental kind, between an impudent London rake and the idiot wife of a country squire. We will not go into details. In truth, Wycherley's inde- cency is protected against the critics as a skunk is protected against the hunters. It is safe, because it is too filthy to handle and too noisome even to approach.
It is the same with The Plain Dealer, How careful has Shakespeare been in Tivelfth Night to preserve the dignity and delicacy of Viola under
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her disguise ! Even when wearing a page's doublet and hose, she is never mixed up with any trans- action which the most fastidious mind could regard as leaving a stain on her. She is employed by the Duke on an embassy of love to Olivia, but on an embassy of the most honourable kind. Wycherley borrows Viola — and Viola forthwith becomes a pandar of the basest sort. But the character of Manly is the best illustration of our meaning. Moh^re exhibited in his misanthrope a pure and noble mind which had been sorely vexed by the sight of perfidy and malevolence disguised under the forms of politeness. As every extreme naturally generates its contrary, Alceste adopts a standard of good and evil directly opposed to that of the society which surrounds him. Courtesy seems to him a vice ; and those stern virtues which are neglected by the fops and coquettes of Paris become too exclusively the objects of his venera- tion. He is often to blame ; he is often ridiculous : but he is always a good man ; and the feeling which he inspires is regret that a person so estim- able should be so unamiable. Wycherley borrowed Alceste, and turned him — we quote the words of so lenient a critic as Mr. Leigh Hunt — into " a ferocious sensualist, who believed himself as great a rascal as he thought everybody else." The suriiness of Moli^re's hero is copied and caricatured. But the most nauseous libertinism and the most dastardly fraud are substituted for the purity and integrity of the original. And, to make the whole complete, Wycherley does not seem to have been aware that he was not drawing the portrait of an
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eminently honest man. So depraved was his moral taste, that, while he firmly believed that he was producing a picture of virtue too exalted for the commerce of this world, he was really delineating the greatest rascal that is to be found even in his own writings.
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ST, JAMESES PARK.
Excludit sanos Helicone poetas
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YCHERLEY informed Pope that he wrote his first comedy, Love in a Wood, at the age of nineteen — i.e, in the year 1659-60. If this statement be accurate, the play must have undergone very considerable altera- tions previous to its production on the stage ; for not only do we discover in it occasional allusions to events of later years, but the whole piece displays an intimate acquaintance with life in the metropolis scarcely commensurate with the opportunities of a youth who, from the age of fifteen, when he was sent into France, to that of twenty, when he became a student at Oxford, can have passed but a few weeks, at the most, in London. From the Biographia Britannica we learn that Wycherley returned from France shortly before the Restoration ; fiom Wood's ^thencB Oxonienses that he became a fellow commoner of Queen's College, Oxford, also " a little before the Restoration of Charles II., but wore not a gown, only lived in the provost's lodgings," and " was entered in the public library (the Bodleian) under the title of philosophiae studiosus in July, 1660." In the Fasti Oxonienses, however, the following entry occurs under the year 1660 : " In the month of July this year Will. Wicherley became sojourner in Oxon for the sake of the public library." We are at liberty, therefore, to conclude that between the date of his return to England and the following July, part, at least, of our author's time may have been spent in London, where he may possibly have composed the first draught of his comedy, and where, at all events, his quick observation would furnish him with material sufficient for a first draught.
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The year 1672 has been universally determined as that of the first performance oi Love in a IVoodj I believe, never- theless, incorrectly. We are as certain as we can be, in the absence of direct evidence, that Wycherley's second play, The Gentleman Dancing-Master^ was first brought upon the stage in 167 1.* Now there is little doubt that The Gentleman Dancing-Master had been preceded by Love in a Wood^ for not only do the authorities generally concur in assigning an earlier date to the production of the latter play, but Wycherley, in dedicating it to the Duchess of Cleveland, refers pointedly to himself as a " new author." Further in the dedication we find that her Grace had honoured the poet by going to see his comedy twice together, during Lent, and had been pleased, thereupon, to command from him a copy of the play, with which he takes occasion to offer the dedicatory epistle. These were not the days of long runs, even for the most successful dramas, nor are we likely to err in assuming that the Duchess was present at an early performance of the piece which she distinguished with her favour ; or that Wycherley prefixed her title to a comedy newly brought upon the stage, rather than to one which had already been for some time the property of the public, and which had been revived, as must then have been the case, before the Duchess had seen it. Note, also, that the dedication is addressed to the Duchess of C.eveland by that title. In Lent, 1670, Barbara Palmer was Countess of Castlemaine ; she was created Duchess of Cleveland on the 3rd of August in the same year. Considering then that the piece was cettainly performed during Lent, that it cannot have been produced later than 167 1, and that the Duchess to whom it was inscribed enjoyed not that title until the autumn of 1670, we may conclude, with tolerable security, that the first per.ormance of Ijyue in a Wood took place some time during the spring of 167 1.
Genest indeed, supposes it to have been brought out by the King's Company after their removal to the theatre in Lin- coln's Inn Fields.* Their own house in Drury Lane having been destroyed by fire in January, 1672, they opened, on the 26th of February following, the Lincoln's Inn Fields
^ See the Introduction to The Gentleman Dancing- Master. * Some Account of the English Stage ^ vol i. p. 135.
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Theatre, which had been untenanted since the migration of the Duke's Company to Dorset Gardens in the preceding November, with a representation of Beaumont and Fletcher's Wit without Money, This was succeeded, in order, by Arviragus and Philicia and Dryden's Marriage d, la Mode, after which, Genest thinks. Love in a Wood was produced. But, on this supposition, the first performance of Love in a Wood must have taken place later than that of The Gentle- man Dancing-Master, and in that case it seems hardly probable that Wycherley should describe himself as a new author in the dedication lo the former play. Moreover, the prologue to Wycherley's third comedy, The Country Wife contains :i distinct allusion to the recent ill-fortune of The Gentleman Dancing- Master, which we can scarcely suppose the author would have thus referred to, had a successful play of his been produced in the interval, and that by the same company which brought forward The Country Wife, In fact, the only argument which I can conceive it possible to adduce in support of Genest must be based upoa a conjecture that not only The Gentleman Dancing-Master, but Love in a Wood also, had failed to win the favour of the public, and that it is the latter play to which allusion is intended in the prologue to The Country Wife. That The Gentleman Dancing-Master proved a failure is certain ; that Love in a Wood succeeded, we have no direct evidence, but of circumstantial sufficient, I think, to prove the point. The general assumption in its favour we may pass ; but the whole tone of the dedication, though it afford us no informa- tion, in so many words, as to the fate of the piece, forbids us to believe that it can have been indited by the "baffled scribbler" of a condemned comedy. Indeed, had the piece thus failed, it is quite inconceivable that Wycherley would have had the temerity to offer it to the Duchess ; he would rather have sent it into the world silently, and without the flourish of a dedication, as was actually the case with The Gentleman Dancing-Master. Dennis, moreover, declares expressly that Love in a Wood brought its author acquainted with the wits of the Court, and we may question whether the reputation of an unprosperous playwright would have proved the surest passport to their intimacy.
The reasons for rejecting the date of 1672 thus recounted, there remains but to notice one inconsiderable particular,
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which, could we allow it consequence, would tend to deter- mine the production of Love in a Wood at a yet earlier date than that to which I have assigned it. In a conver- sation with the Duchess, immediately after her visit to his play, Wycherley, as reported by Dennis, continually addresses her Grace by the title of "your Ladyship." I doubt not, however, that this is a mere slip on the part of Dennis, nor can we easily imagine that Wycherley deferred, until the autumn, the presentation of his play to a lady who had " commanded " it of him, with such distinguishing marks of favour, in the preceding spring.
Love in a Wood^ then, was produced by the King's com- pany, during the spring of 1671, at the Theatre Royal, in Drury Lane. Some of the first actors of the day took part in the performances. Hart, who in tragedy yielded the palm to Betterton alone, appeared as Ranger, Mohun as Dapperwit ; Lacy the comedian, soon afterwards " creator " of Bayes, as Alderman Gripe ; and Kinaston, who in his youch, before women trod the boards, had been famous in female parts, now, changing sides, enacted the jealous lover, Valentine. The role of Lady Flippant was taken by an actress well known to us from the pages of Pepys— his favourite Mrs. Knipp, " a merry jade ! "
Upon the whole this play must be owned inferior to Wycherley's other dramas. It is excelled in unity of action by The Gentleman Dancing-Master^ in richness of humour by The Country Wi/e^ in strength of satire by The Plain Dealer, Nevertheless, it is a highly diverting, witty comedy, and strikingly superior to most of the new plays which, since the Restoration, had preceded it upon the stage. Some critics would have us believe that Wycherley derived the suggestion of this play from Sir Charles Sedley's comedy of The Mulberry Garden. It is difficult to understand upon what grounds this assertion is based. In the first place, although The Mulberry Garden was produced on the stage in 1668, nearly three years earlier than Love in a Woody it is exceedingly doubtful if it were earlier written. Indeed, if Wycherley may be credited as to the year in which his own play was composed, the question of priority is easily settled, for The Mulberry Garden cannot have been written until after the Restoration, as its denouement turns upon the proclamation of the King by General Monk. Moreover, it
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is hardly possible that Wycherley should have known any- thing of Sedley's play before its public representation, as he seems not to have been acquainted with Sedley himself until after the production of his own drama, so that our accept- ance of the theory that he borrowed from Sedley the hint of Love in a IVoodv/ould involve the unwarrantable conclusion that he also, in conversation with Pope, antedated its com- position by at least eight years. But further, the only considerable point of resemblance between the two plays appears to be that while in Wycherley's part of the action takes place in St. James's Park, in Sedley's one of the scenes is laid in the Mulberry Garden, which was certainly very near to St. James's Park, being, in fact, situated at its western extremity. If the reader choose to consider this remarkable coincidence sufficient to justify a charge of plagiarism against Wycherley, I have nothing more to urge in his defence.
Love in a Wood was registered at Stationers' Hall on the 6th of October, 1671, and was published in the following year.
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TO HER GRACE
THE DUCHESS OF CLEVELAND. Madam,
LL authors whatever in their dedication are poets ; but I am now to write to a lady who stands as little in need of flattery, as her beauty of art ; otherwise I should prove as ill a poet to her in my dedication, as to my reader in my play. I can do your Grace no honour, nor make you more admirers than you have already ; yet I can do myself the honour to let the world know I am the greatest you have. You will pardon me, Madam, for you know it is very hard for a new author, and poet too, to govern his ambition : for poets, let them pass in the world ever so much for modest, honest men, but begin praise to others which concludes in them- selves ; and are like rooks, who lend people money but to win it back again, and so leave them in debt to 'em for nothing ; they offer laurel and incense to their heroes, but wear it themselves, and perfume themselves. This is true. Madam, upon the honest word of an author who never yet writ dedication. Yet though I cannot lie like them, I am as vain as they ; and cannot but publicly give your Grace my humble acknowledgments for the favours I have received^ from you : — this, I say, is the poet's gratitude, which, in plain English, is only pride and ambition ; and that the ^ world might know your Grace did me the honour to see my ^ play twice together. Yet, perhaps, my enviers of your favour will suggest 'twas in Lent, and therefore for your mortifi- cation. Then, as a jealous author, I am concerned not to have your Grace's favours lessened, or rather ray reputation ;
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and to let them know, you were pleased, after that, to com- mand a copy from me of this play ; — the only way, without beauty and wit, to win a poor poet's heart.
Tis a sign your Grace understands nothing better than obliging all the world after the best and most proper manner. But, Madam, to be obliging to that excess as you are (pardon me, if I tell you, out of my extreme concern and service for your Grace) is a dangerous quality, and may be very incom- mode to you ; for civility makes poets as troublesome, as charity makes beggars ; and your Grace will be hereafter as much pestered with such scurvy offerings as this, poems, panegyrics, and the like, as you are now with petitions : and, Madam, take it from me, no man with papers in 's hand is more dreadful than a poet ; no, not a lawyer with his declara- tions. Your Grace sure did not well consider what ye did, in sending for my play : you little thought I would have had the confidence to send you a dedication too. But, Madam, you find I am as unreasonable, and have as little conscience, as if I had driven the poetic trade longer than I have, and ne'er consider you had enough of the play. .But (having suffered now so severely) I beseech your Grace, have a cafe for the future ; take my counsel, and be (if you can possible) as proud and ill-natured as other people of quality, since your quiet is so much concerned, and since you have more reason than any to value yourself : — for you have that per- fection of beauty (without thinking it so) which others of your sex but think they have ; that generosity in your actions which others of your quality have only in their promises ; that spirit, wit and judgment, and all other qualifications which fit heroes to command, and would make any but your Grace proud. I begin now, elevated by my subject, to write with the emotion and fury of a poet, yet the integrity of an historian ; and I could never be weary— nay, sure this were my only way to make my readers never weary too, though they were a more impatient generation of people than they are. In fine, speaking thus of your Grace, I should please all the world but you ; therefore I must once observe and obey you against my will, and sa> no more, than that I am, Madam, Your Grace's most obliged, and most humble servant, William Wycherley.
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Custom, which bids the thief from cart harangue All those that come to make and see him hang, Wills the damned poet (though he knows he's gone) To greet you ere his execution. Not having fear of critic 'fore his eyes, But still rejecting wholesome, good advice, He e'en is come to suffer here to-day For counterfeiting (as you judge) a play. Which is against dread Phoebus highest treason ; Damn, damning judges, therefore, you have reason : — You he does mean who, for the selfsame fault. That damning privilege of yours have bought. So the huge bankers, when they needs must fail. Send the small brothers of their trade to jail ; Whilst they, by breaking, gentlemen are ntade. Then, more than any, scorn poor men o' the trade. You hardened renegado poets, who Treat rhyming poets worse than Turk would do, But vent your heathenish rage, — hang, draw, and quarter^ His Muse will die to-day a fleering martyr ; Since for bald jest, dull libel, or lampoon. There are who suffer persecution With the undaunted briskness of buffoon, And strict professors live of raillery. Defying porter's- lodge, or pillory. For those who yet write on our poet's fate. Should as co-sufferers commiserate ; But he in vain their pity now would crave, Who for themselves, alas ! no pity have. And iheir own gasping credit will not save ; And those, much less, our criminal would spare. Who ne'er in rhyme transgress ; — if such there are. Well then, who nothing hopes, needs nothing fear ; And he, before your cruel votes shall do it. By his despair declares himself no poet. — fl#H* —
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DRAMATIS PERSON JS.
Mr. Ranger, 1
Mr. Vincent, > Young Gentlemen of the town.
Mr. Valentine, )
Alderman Gripe, seemingly precise, but a covetous,
lecherous, old Usurer of the city. Sir Simon Addleplot, a Coxcomb, always in pursuit of
women of great fortunes. Mr. Dapperwit, a brisk, conceited, half-witted fellow of
the town. Mrs. Crossbite'S Landlord, and his Prentices, Servants,
Waiters, and other Attendants.
Christina, Valentine's Mistress.
Lydia, Ranger's Mistress.
Lady Flippant, Gripe's Sister, an affected Widow in
distress for a husband, though still declaiming
against marriage. Mrs. Martha, Gripe's Daughter. Mrs. Joyner, a Match-maker, or precise city bawd. Mrs. Crossbite, an old cheating jill, and bawd to her
Daughter. Miss Lucy, Mrs. Crossbite'S Daughter. Isabel, Christina's Woman. Leonore, Servant to Lydia.
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ST. JAMESS PARK
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SCENE I. — Gripe's House ^ in the evening.
Enter Lady Flippant and Mrs. Joyner.
ADY FLIP. Not a husband to be had for money ! — Come, come, I might have been a better housewife for my- self, as the world goes now, if I had dealt for an heir with his guardian, uncle, or mother-in-law; and you are
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Mrs, Joyn, I a cheat, madam !
Z. Flip, I am out of my money, and patience too.
Mrs, Joyn, Do not run out of your patience, whatever you do : — 'tis a necessary virtue for a widow without a jointure, in truly.
Z. Flip, Vile woman ! though my fortune be some- thing wasted, my person's in good repair. If I had not depended on you, I had had a husband before this time. When I gave you the last five pounds, did you not pro- mise I should be married by Christmas ?
Mrs, Joyn, And I had kept my promise if you had co- operated.
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Z. Flip. Co-operated ! what should I have done ? Tis well known no woman breathing could use more industry to get her a husband than I have. Has not my husband's 'scutcheon walked as much ground as the citizens' signs since the Fire?— that no quarter of the town might be ignorant of the widow Flippant.
Mrs, Joyn, 'Tis well known, madam, indeed.
Z. Flip. Have I not owned myself (against my stomach) the reUct of a citizen, to credit my fortune ?
Mrs. Joyn. 'Tis confessed, madam.
Z. Flip. Have I not constantly kept Covent-Garden church, St. Martin's, the playhouses, Hyde Park, Mul- berry garden,' and all the other public marts where vidows and maids are exposed ?
Mrs. Joyn, Far be it from me to think you have an aversion to a husband. But why, madam, have you refused so many good offers ?
Z. Flip. Good offers, Mrs. Joyner ! I'll be sworn I never had an offer since my late husband's. — If 1 had an offer, Mrs. Joyner ! — there's the thing, Mrs. Joyner.
Mrs. Joyn. Then your frequent and public detestation of marriage is thought real; and if you have had no offer, there's the thing, madam.
Z. Flip. I cannot deny but I always rail against marriage ; — ^which is the widow's way to it certainly.
^ The Mulberry Garden was situated at the further extremity ot the Mall in St. James's Park, upon the site now occupied by Buckingham J'alace and its grounds. Its name was derived from a plantation of mulberry trees which James I. caused to be made there. Later, the spot was converted into a public garden, with shrubberies, walks, arbours, and a house of refreshment, and was much frequented by persons of fashion as well as citizens. Pepys found it "a very silly place, worse than Spring-garden," but **a wilderness here that is somewhat pretty." The following extract from Sedley's Mulberry Garden gives an idea of the doings at this place. The scene is laid in the Garden : —
** Wildish. What, is there store of game here, gentlemen?
Modish. Troth, little or none ; a few citizens that have brought their children out to air 'em, and eat cheesecakes.
Wildish. I thought this place had been so full of beauties, that like a pack of hounds in a hare warren, you could hunt one for another : what think you of an arbor and a botUe of Rhenish ? "
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Mrs.Joyn, 'Tis the desperate way of the desperate widows, in truly.
Z. Flip, Would you have us as tractable as the wenches thai eat oatmeal, and fooled like them too ?
Mrs. foyn. If nobody were wiser than I, I should think, since the widow wants the natural allurement which the virgin has, you ought to give men all other encourage- ments, in truly.
Z. Flip. Therefore, on the contrary, because the widow's fortune (whether supposed or real) is herchiefest bait, the more chary she seems of it, and the more she withdraws it, the more eagerly the busy gaping fry will bite. With us widows, husbands are got like bishoprics, by saying " No : " and I tell you, a young heir is as shy of a widow as of a rook, to my knowledge.
Mrs. foyn. I can allege nothing against your practice — ^but your ill success ; and indeed you must use another method with Sir Simon Addleplot
Z. Flip. Will he be at your house at the Tiour ?
Mrs. foyn. He'll be there by ten : — ^'tis now nine. I'll warrant you he will not fail.
Z. Flip. I'll warrant you then I will not fail : — for 'tis more than lime I were sped.
Mrs. foyn. Mr. Dapperwit has not been too busy with you, I hope ? — Your experience has taught you to prevent a mischance.
Z. Flip. No, no, my mischance (as you call it) is greater than that. I have but three months to reckon, ere I lie down with my port and equipage, and must be delivered of a woman, a footman, and a coachman : — for my coach must down, unless I can get Sir Simon to draw with me.
Mrs. Joyn. He will pair with you exactly if you knew all. {Aside.
Z. Flip. Ah, Mrs. Joyner, nothing grieves me Hke the putting down my coach ! For the fine clothes, the fine lodgings, — let 'em go \ for a lodging is as unnecessary a
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thing to a widow that has a coach, as a hat to a man that has a good peruke. For, as you see about town, she is most properly at home in her coach : — she eats, and drinks, and sleeps in her coach ; and for her visits, she receives them in the playhouse.
Mrs, Joyn, Ay, ay, let the men keep lodgings, as you say, madam, if they will.
Enter behind^ at one door^ Gripe and Sir Simon Addle- plot, the latter in the dress of a Clerk ; at the other, Mrs. Martha.
Z. Flip, Do you think if things had been with me as they have been, I would ever have housed with this counter-fashion brother of mine, (who hates a vest as much as a surplice,) to have my patches assaulted every day at dinner, my freedom censured, and my visitants shut out of doors ? — Poor Mr. Dapperwit cannot be admitted.
Mrs,/oyn. He knows him too well to keep his ac- quaintance.
Z. Flip, He is a censorious rigid fop, and knows nothing.
Gripe, So, so ! [Behind,
Mrs,Joyn, [Aside,] Is he here ?^[To Lady Flippant.] Nay, with your pardon, madam, I must contradict you there. He is a prying commonwealth's-man, an im- placable magistrate, a sturdy pillar of his cause, and — [To Gripe] But, oh me, is your worship so near then? if I had thought you heard me —
Gripe, Why, why, Mrs. Joyner, I have said as much of myself ere now ; and without vanity, I profess.
Mrs, Joyn, I know your virtue is proof against vain- glory ; but the truth to your face looks like flattery in your worship's servant.
Gripe, No, no ; say what you will of me in that kind, far be it from me to suspect you of flattery.
Mrs, Joyn, In truly, your worship knows yourself, and knows me, for I am none of those —
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L. Flip, [Aside.] Now they are in — Mrs. Joyner, I'll go before to )our house, you'll be sure to come after me.
Mrs, Joyn, Immediately. — \Exit Lady Flippant.] But as I was saying, I am none of those —
Gripe, No, Mrs. Joyner, you cannot sew pillows under folks' elbows ; you cannot hold a candle to the devil ; you cannot tickle a trout to take him ; you —
Mrs, Joyn, Lord, how well you do know me indeed ! — ^and you shall see I know your worship as well. You cannot backslide from your principles ; you cannot be terrified by the laws; nor bribed to allegiance by office or preferment; you —
Gripe, Hold, hold, my praise must not interrupt yours.
Mrs, Joyn, With your worship's pardon, in truly, I must on.
Gripe, I am full of your praise, and it will run over.
Mrs, Joyn, Nay, sweet sir, you are —
Gripe. Nay, sweet Mrs. Joyner, you are —
Mrs, Joyn, Nay, good your worship, you are —
\Stops her mouth with his handkerchief.
Gripe. I say you are —
Mrs. Joyn, I must not be rude with your worship.
Gripe, You are a nursing mother to the saints; through you they gather together; through you they fructify and increase ; and through you the child cries from out of the hand-basket
Mrs, Joyn, Through you virgins are married, or pro- vided for as well; through you the reprobate's wife is made a saint ; and through you the widow is not discon- solate, nor misses her husband.
Gripe, Through you —
Mrs, Joyn, Indeed you will put me to the blush.
Gripe, Blushes are badges of imperfection : — saints have no shame. You are — are the flower of matrons, Mrs. Joyner.
Mrs, Joyn, You are the pink of courteous aldermen.
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Gripe, You are the muffler of secrecy.
Mrs^Joyn, You are the head-band of justice.
Gripe, Thank you, sweet Mrs. Joyner : do you think so indeed ? You are — ^you are the bonfire of devotion.
Mrs. Joyn, You are the bellows of zeal.
Gripe, You are the cupboard of charity.
Mrs, Joyn, You are the fob of liberality.
Gripe, You are the rivet of sanctified love or wed- lock.
Mrs, Joyn, You are the picklock and dark-lantern of policy ; and, in a word, a conventicle of virtues.
Gripe, Your servant, your servant, sweet Mrs. Joyner! you have stopped my mouth.
Mrs,' Joyn, Your servant, your servant, sweet 'alder- man ! I have nothing to say.
Sir Sim, The half pullet will be cold, sir.
Gripe, Mrs. Joyner, you shall sup with me.
Mrs, Joyn, Indeed I am engaged to supper with some of your man's fiiends ; and I came on purpose to get leave for him too.
Gripe, I cannot deny you anything. But I have for- got to tell you what a kind of fellow my sister's Dapperwit is : before a full table of the coffee-house sages, he had the impudence to hold an argument against me in the defence of vests and protections ; and therefore I forbid, him my house ; besides, when he came I was forced to lock up my daughter for fear of him, nay, I think the poor child herself was afraid of him. — Come hither, child, were you not afraid of Dapperwit ?
Mrs, Mar, Yes indeed, sir, he is a terrible man. — Yet I durst meet with him in a piazza at midnight. [^Aside.
Gripe, He shall never come into my doors again.
Mrs, Mar, Shall Mr. Dapperwit never come hither again then ?
Gripe, No, child.
Mrs, Mar, I am afraid he will.
Gripe, I warrant thee.
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Mrs. Mar. [Aside.'] I warrant you then I'll go to him. — I am glad of that, for I hate him as much as a bishop.
Gripe. Thou art no child of mine, if thou dost not hate bishops and wits. — Well, Mrs. Joyner, V\\ keep you no longer. [To Addleplot.] Jonas, wait on Mrs. Joyner.
Mrs, Joy n. Good night to your worship.
Gripe, But stay, stay, Mrs. Joyner : have you spoken with the widow Crossbite about her little daughter, as I desired ?
Mrs, Joyn, I will to-morrow early \ it shall be the first thing I'll do after my prayers.
Gripe. If Dapperwit should contaminate her ! — I can- not rest till I have redeemed her from the jaws of that lion. — Good night.
Mrs. Joyn. Good gentleman,
{^Exeunt Gripe and Mrs. Martha
Sir Sim, Ha ! ha ! ha ! Mrs. Joyner.
Mrs, Joyn. What's the matter, Sir Simon ?
Sir Sim, Ha ! ha ! ha ! — ^let us make haste to your house, or I shall burst, faith and troth, to see what fools you and I make of these people.
Mrs. Joyn. I will not rob you of any of the credit ,. I am but a feeble instrument, you are an engineer.
Sir Sim, Remember what you say now when things succeed, and do not tell me then, — I must thank your wit for all.
Mrs. Joyn. No, in truly, Sir Simon.
Sir Sim. Nay, I am sure Dapperwit and I have been partners in many an intrigue, and he uses to serve me so.
Mrs, Joyn. He is an ill man to intrigue with, as you call it.
Sir Sim, Ay, so are all your wits ; a pox ! if a man's understanding be not so public as theirs, he cannot do a wise action but they go away with the honour of it, if he be of their acquaintance.
Wycherley. ^
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Mrs, Joyn. Why do you keep such acquaintance then ?
Sir Sim, There is a proverb, Mrs. Joyner, " You may know him by his company."
Mrs, Joy n. No, no, to be thought a man of parts, you must always keep company with a man of less wit than yourself.
Sir Sim, That's the hardest thing in tKe world for me to do, faith and troth.
Mrs, Joyn, What, to find a man of less wit than your- self? Pardon my raillery, Sir Simon.
Sir Sim, No, no, I cannot keep company with a fool : — I wonder how men of parts can do't, there's some- thing in't.
Mrs, Joyn, If you could, all your wise actions would be your own, and your money would be your own too.
Sir Sim, Nay, faith and troth, that's true ; for your wits are plaguily given to borrow. They'll borrow ot their wench, coachman, or linkboy, their hire, Mrs. Joyner \ Dapperwit has that trick with a vengeance.
Mrs. Joyn, Why will you keep company with him then, I say ? for, to be plain with you, you have followed him so long, that you are thought but his cully ; ^ for every wit has his cully, as every squire his led captain.
Sir Sim, I his cully, I his cully, Mrs. Joyner ! Lord, that I should be thought a cully to any wit breathing !
Mrs, Joyn, Nay, do not take it so to heart, for the best wits of the town are but cullies themselves.
Sir Sim, To whom, to whom, to whom, Mrs. Joyner ?
Mrs, Joyn, To sempstresses and bawds.
Sir Sim, To your knowledge, Mrs. Joyner. — [Aside,] There I was with her.
Mrs, Joyn, To tailors and vintners, but especially to the French houses.
Sir Sim, But Dapperwit is a cully to none of them ; for he ticks.
* A gull ; a courtesan's dupe; **one who maybe easily led by the nose or put upon. " — Bailees Diet,
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Mrs, Joyn, I care not, but I wish you were a cully to none but me ; that's all the hurt I wish you.
Sir Sim, Thank you, Mrs. Joyner. Well, I will throw off Dapperwit's acquaintance when I am married, and will only be a cully to my wife ; and that's no more than the wisest husband of 'em all is.
Mrs, Joyn, Then you think you shall carry Mrs. Martha?
Sir Sim, Your hundred guineas are as good as in your lap.
Mrs, Joyn, But I am afraid this double plot of yours should fail : you would sooner succeed if you only designed upon Mrs. Martha, or only upon my Lady Flippant.
Sir Sim. Nay, then, you are no woman of intrigue, faith and troth : 'tis good to have two strings to one's bow. If Mrs. Martha be coy, I tell the widow I put on my disguise for her; but if Mrs. Martha be kind to Jonas, Sir Simon Addleplot will be false to the widow : which is no more than widows are used to ; for a promise to a widow is as seldom kept as a vow made at sea, as Dapperwit says.
Mrs. Joyn, I am afraid they should discover you.
Sir Sim, You have nothing to fear ; you have your twenty guineas in your pocket for helping me into my service, and if I get into Mrs. Martha's quarters, you have a hundred more ; if into the widow's, fifty : — happy go lucky ! Will her ladyship be at your house at the hour?
Mrs. Joyn. Yes.
Sir Sim, Then you shall see when I am Sir Simon Addleplot and myself I'll look like myself; now I am Jonas, I look like an ass. You never thought Sir Simon Addleplot could have looked so like an ass by his ingenuity.
Mrs. Joyn. Pardon me, Sir Simon.
Sir Sim, Nay, do not flatter, faith and troth.
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Mrs, /oyn. Come let us go, 'tis time. Sir Sim, I will carry the widow to the French house. Mrs, Joyn, If she will go.
Sir Sim, If she will go ! why, did you ever know a willow refuse a treat ? no more than a lawyer a fee, faith and troth : yet I know too —
No treat, sweet words, good mien, but sly intrigue That must at length the jilting widow fegue.*
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SCENE II. — The French House. A table ^ wine and candles.
Enter Vincent, Ranger, and Dapperwit.
.Dap, Pray, Mr. Ranger, let's have no drinking to night.
Vin, Pray, Mr. Ranger, let's have no Dapperwit to-night
Ran, Nay, nay, Vincent.
Vin, A pox ! I hate his impertinent chat more than he does the honest Burgundy.
Dap, But why should you force wine upon us ? we are not all of your gusto.
Vin, But why should you force your chawed jests, your damned ends of your mouldy lampoons, and last year's sonnets, upon us ? we are not all of your gusto.
Dap, The wine makes me sick, let me perish !
Vin. Thy rhymes make me spew.
Ra7i. At repartee already ! Come, Vincent. I know you would rather have him pledge you : here, Dapperwit — \Gives him the glass?[ — But why are you so eager to have him drink always ?
^ Fegue or feague. "To beat, to whip, to drive." — Wright Diet, ^obsolete and provincial English. Hence our ytot^fag.
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Vin. Because he is so eager to talk always, and there is no other way to silence him.
Enter Waiter.
Wait. Here is a gentleman desires to speak with Mr. Vincent
Vtn. I come. [Exit Vincent with Waiter.
Dap. He may drink, because he is obliged to the bottle for all the wit and courage he has ; 'tis not free and natural like yours.
Ran. He has more courage than wit, but wants neither.
Dap. Asa pump gone dry, if you pour no water down you will get none out, so —
Ran. Nay, I bar similes too, to-night
Dap. Why, is not the thought new ? don't you apprehend it ?
Ran. Yes, yes, but —
Dap. Well, well, will you comply with his sottishness too, and hate brisk things in complaisance to the ignorant dull age ? I believe shortly 'twill be as hard to find a patient friend to communicate one's wit to, as a faithful friend to communicate one's secret to. Wit has as itw true judges as painting, I see.
Ran. All people pretend to be judges of both.
Dap. Ay, they pretend ; but set you aside, and one or two more —
Ran. But why, has Vincent neither courage nor wit ?
Dap. He has no courage, because he beat his wench for giving me les doux yeux once ; and no wit, because he does not comprehend my thoughts ; and he is a son of a whore for his ignorance. I take ignorance worse from any man than the lie, because 'tis as much as to say I am no wit
Re-enter Vincent.
You need not take any notice, though, to him what I say.
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Yin, Ranger, there is a woman below in a coach would speak with you.
Ran, With me ? \Exit Ranger.
Dap, This Ranger, Mr. Vincent, is as false to his friend as his wench.
Vin. You have no reason to say so, but because he is absent
Dap. 'Tis disobliging to tell a man of his faults to his face. If he had but your grave parts and manly wit, I should adore him ; but, a pox ! he is a mere buffoon, a jack-pudding, let me perish !
Vin. You are an ungrateful fellow. I have heard him maintain you had wit, which was more than e'er you could do for yourself. — I thought you had owned him your Maecenas.
Dap, A pox! he cannot but esteem me, *tis for his honour ; but I cannot but be just for all that — without favour or affection. Yet I confess I love him so well, that I wish he had but the hundredth part of your courage.
Vin. He has had courage to save you from many a beating, to my knowledge.
Dap, Come, come, I wish the man well, and, next to you, better than any man ! and, I am sorry to say it, he has not courage to snufF a candle with his fingers. When he is drunk, indeed, he dares get a clap, or so — and swear at a constable.
Vin, Detracting fop ! when did you see him desert his friend?
Dap, You have a rough kind of a raillery, Mr. Vincent ; but since you will have it, (though I love the man heartily, I say,) he deserted me once in breaking of windows, for fear of the constables —
Re-enter Ranger.
But you need not take notice to him of what I tell you ; I hate to put a man to the blush.
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Ran, I have had just now a visit from my mistress, who is as jealous of me as a wife of her husband when she lies in : — my cousin Lydia,— -you have heard me speak of her.
Vin, But she is more troublesome than a wife that lies in, because she follows you to your haunts. Why do you allow her that privilege before her time ?
Ran, Faith, I may allow her any privilege, and be too hard for her yet. How do you think I have cheated her to-night? — Women are poor credulous creatures, easily deceived.
Vin, We are poor credulous creatures, when we think *em so.
Ran. Intending a ramble to St. James's Park to-night, upon some probable hopes of some fresh game I have in chase, I appointed her to stay at home; with a promise to come to her within this hour, that she might not spoil the scent and prevent my sport.
Vin, She'll be even with you when you are married, I warrant you. In the meantime here's her health, Dapperwit.
Ran, Now had he rather be at the window, writing her anagram in the glass with his diamond, or biting his nails in the comer for a fine thought to come and divert us with at the table.
Dap, No, a pox ! I have no wit to-night. I am as barren and hide-bound as one of your damned scribbling poets, who are sots in company for all their wit ; as a miser is poor for all his money How do you like the thought ?
Vin, Drink, drink !
Dap, Well, I can drink this, because I shall be reprieved presently.
Vin, Who will be so civil to us ?
Dap, Sir Simon Addleplot :■— I have bespoke him a supper here, for he treats to-night a new rich mistress.
Ran, That spark, who has his fruitless designs upon
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the bed-ridden rich widow, down to the suckling heiress in her pissing-clout. He was once the sport, but now the public grievance, of all the fortunes in town ; for he vatches them like a younger brother that is afraid to be mumped of his snip,* and they cannot steal a marriage, no.* stay their stomachs, but he must know it
Dap. He has now pitched his nets for Gripe's dr.ughter, the rich scrivener, and serves him as a clerk to get admission to her ; which the watchful fop her father denies to all others.
Ran. I thought you had been nibbling at her once, under pretence of love to her aunt.
Dap, I confess I have the same design yet, and Addleplot is but my agent, whilst he thinks me his. He brings me letters constantly from her, and carries mine back.
Vtn. Still betraying your best friends !
Dap. I cannot in honour but betray him. Let me perish! the poor young wench is taken with my per- son, and would scratch through four walls to come to me.
Vtn. Tis a sign she is kept up close indeed.
Dap. Betray him ! 1*11 not be traitor to love for any man.
Enfer Sir Simon Addleplot with the Waiter.
Sir Sim. Know 'em ! you are a saucy Jack-straw to question me, faith and troth ; I know everybody, and everybody knows me.
AIL Sir Simon ! Sir Simon ! Sir Simon !
Ran. And you are a welcome man to everybody.
Sir Sim. Now, son of a whore, do I know the gentle- men ? — A dog ! would have had a shilling of me before ho would let me come to you !
Ran. The rogue has been bred at Court, sure.— Get you out, sirrah. [Exit Waiter.
* Cheated of his portion.
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Sir Sim, He has been bred at a French-house, where they are more unreasonable.
Vin, Here's to you, Sir Simon.
Sir Sim, I cannot drink, for I have a mistress within ; though I would not have the people of the house to know it
Ran, You need not be ashamed of your mistresses, for they are commonly rich.
Sir Sim, And because she is rich, I would corxeal her; for I never had a rich mistress yet, bttt one or other got her from me presently, faith and troth.
Ran, But this is an ill place to conceal a mistress in ; every waiter is an intelligencer to your rivals.
Sir Sim, I have a trick for that : — Fll let no waiters come into the room ; I'll lay the cloth myself rather.
Ran, But who is your mistress ?
Sir Sim, Your servant, — your servant, Mr. Ranger.
Vin, Come, will you pledge me?
Sir Sim, No, I'll spare your wine, if you will spare me Dapperwit's company ; I came for that.
Vin, You do us a double favour, to take him and leave the wine.
Sir Sim, Come, come, Dapperwit
Ran, Do not go, unless he will suffer us to see his mistress too. [Aside to Dapperwit.
Sir Sim, Come, come, man.
Dap, Would you have me so uncivil as to leave my company ?— they'll take it ill.
Sir Sim, I cannot find her talk without thee. — Pray, gentlemen, persuade Mr. Dapperwit to go with me.
Ran, We will not hinder him of better company.
Dap, Yours is too good to be left rudely.
Sir Sim. Nay, gentlemen, I would desire your com- pany too, if you knew the lady.
Dap, They know her as well as I ; you say I know her not.
Sir Sim, You are not everybody.
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Ran. Perhaps we do know the lady, Sir Simon.
Sir Sim, You do not, you do not : none of you ever saw her in your lives ; — but if you could be secret, and civil —
Ran, We have drunk yet but our bottle a-piece
Sir Sim, But will you be civil, Mr. Vincent ?
Ran, He dares not look a woman in the face under three bottles.
Sir Sim, Come along then. But can you be civil, gentlemen ? will you be civil, gentlemen ? pray be civil if you can, and you shall see her.
\Exitf and returns with Lady Flippant and
Mrs. JOYNER.
Dap, How, has he got his jilt here ! [Aside,
Ran, The widow Flippant ! [Aside,
Vin, Is this the woman that we never saw ! \^Aside,
L, Flip, Does he bring us into company ! — and Dapperwit one ! Though I had married the fool, I thought to have reserved the wit as well as other ladies. [Aside.
Sir Sim, Nay, look as long as you will, madam, you will find them civil gentlemen, and good company.
L. Nip, I am not in doubt of their civility, but yours.
Mrs, Joyn, You'll never leave snubbing your servants ! Did you not promise to use him kindly ?
[Aside to Lady Flippant.
L, Flip, [Aside to Mrs. Joynrr.] 'Tis \mt,^[Aloud,\ We wanted no good company, Sir Simon, as long as we had yours.
Sir Sim, But they wanted good company, therefore I forced 'em to accept of yours.
Z. Mip, They will not think the company good they were forced into, certainly.
Sir Sim, A pox ! I must be using the words in fashion, though I never have any luck with 'em. Mrs. Joyner, help me off.
Mrs, Joyn, I suppose, madam, he means the gentle- men wanted not inclination to your company, but con-
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fidence to desire so great an honour; therefore he forced 'em.
Dap, What makes this bawd here ? Sure, mistress, you bawds should be like the small cards, though at first you make up a pack, yet, when the play begins, you should be put out as useless.
Mrs, Joyn, Well, well, gibing companion : you would have the pimps kept in only ? you would so ?
Vin, What, they are quarrelling!
Ran, Pimp and bawd agree now-a-days like doctor and apothecary.
Sir Sim, Try, madam, if they are not civil gentlemen ; talk with *em, while I go lay the cloth — no waiter comes here. — \Aside,'\ My mother used to tell me, I should avoid all occasions of talking before my mistress, because silence is a sign of love as well as prudence.
[Lays the doth,
L, Flip, Methinks you look a little yellow on't, Mr. Dapperwit. I hope you do not censure me because you find me passing away a night with this fool : — he is not a man to be jealous of, sure.
Dap, You are not a lady to be jealous of, sure.
L, Flip, No, certainly. — But why do you look as if you were jealous then ?
Dap, If I had met you in Whetstone's park,* with a drunken foot-soldier, I should not have been jealous of you.
Z. Flip, Fy, fy ! now you are jealous, certainly ; for people always, when they grow jealous, grow rude : — but I can pardon it since it proceeds from love certainly.
* Whetstone's Park was the name of the district lying between Lincoln's Inn Fields and Holborn. The character of its inhabitants had given it at this tirae an ill reputation. In Crowne's comedy of the Country lVtt(i6ys) occurs the following allusion to Whetstone's Park: "After I had gone a little way in a great broad street, I turned into a Tavern hard by a place they call a Park ; and just as our Park is all Trees, that Park is all Houses. I asked if they had any Deer in it, and they told me, not half so many as they used to have ; but that if I had a mind to a Doe, they would put a Doe tome."
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Dap, I am out of all hopes to be rid of this eternal old acquaintance : when I jeer her, she thinks herself praised ; now I call her whore in plain English she thinks I am jealous. [Aside.
Z. Flip. Sweet Mr. Dapperwit, be not so censorious, (I speak for your sake, not my own,) for jealousy is a great torment, but my. honour cannot suffer certainly.
Dap. No, certainly ; but the greatest torment I have is— your love.
Z. Flip, Alas ! sweet Mr. Dapperwit, indeed love is a torment : but *tis a sweet torment ; but jealousy is a bitter torment — I do not go about to cure you of the torment of my love.
Dap. Tis a sign so.
Z. Flip. Come, come, look up, man ; is that a rival to contest with you ?
Dap. I will contest with no rival, not with my old rival your coachman ; but they have heartily my resignation ; and, to do you a favour, but myself a greater, I will help to tie the knot you are fumbling for now, betwixt your cully here and you.
Z. Flip. Go, go, I take that kind of jealousy worst of all, to suspect I would be debauched to beastly matri- mony.— But who are those gentlemen, pray ? are they men of fortunes, Mrs. Joyner?
Mrs. Joyn. I believe so.
Z. Flip. Do you believe so, indeed ? — Gentlemen — \Advandng ton ards Ranger and Vincent.
Ran. If the civility we owe to ladies had not con trolled our envy to Mr. Dapperwit, we had interrupted ere this your private conversation.
Z. Flip. Your interruption, sir, had been most civil and obliging ;— for our discourse was of marriage.
Ran. That is a subject, madam, as grateful as com- mon.
Z. Flip. O fy, fy ! are you of that opinion too? I can- not suffer any to talk of it in my company.
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Ran, Are you married then, madam ?
Z. Flip. No, certainly.
Ran, I am sure so much beauty cannot despair of it.
Z. Flip. Despair of it !—
Ran, Only those that are marriec^ or cannot be married, hate to hear of marriage.
Z. Flip, Yet you must know, sir, my aversion to marriage is such, that you, nor no man breathing, shall ever persuade me to it.
Ran, Cursed be the man should do so rude a thing as to persuade you to anything against your inclination ! I would not do it for the world, madaoL
Z. Flip, Come, come, though you seem to be a civil gentieman, I think you no better than your neighbours. I do not know a man of you all that will not thrust a woman up into a corner, and then talk an hour to her impertinently of marriage.
Ran, You would find me another man in a comer, I assure you, madam ; for you should not have a word of marriage from me, whatsoever you might find in my actions of it ; I hate talking as much as you.
Z. Fli(>, I hate it extremely.
Ran, I am your man then, madam ; for I find just the same fault with your sex as you do with ours : — I ne'er could have to do with woman in my life, but still she would be impertinently talking of marriage to me.
Z. Flip, Observe that, Mrs. Joyner.
Dap, Pray, Mr. Ranger, let's go ; I had rather drink with Mr. Vincent, than stay here with you ; besides 'tis Park-time.
Ran, [To DAPPtRWiT.] I come.— [To Lady Flip- pant.] Since you are a lady that hate marriage, I'll do you the service to withdraw the company ; for those that hate marriage hate loss of time.
Z. Flip, Will you go then, sir ? but before you go, sir pray tell me is your aversion to marriage real?
Ran, As real as yours.
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Z. Nip. If it were no more real than mine — [Aside,
Ran, Your servant, madam. [Turns to go.
L. Flip. But do you hate marriage certainly ?
\^Plucks him back.
Ran. Certainly.
Z, Flip. Come, I cannot believe it : you dissemble it only because I pretend it.
Ran. Do you but pretend it then, madam ?
Z. Flip. [Aside] I shall discover myself— [-4/^?^ I mean, because I hold against it, you do the same in complaisance : — for I have heard say, cunning men think to bring the coy and untractable women to tameness as they do some mad people— by humouring their frenzies.
Ran. I am none of those cunning men, yet have too much wit to entertain the presumption of designing upon you.
Z. Flip. 'Twere no such presumption neither.
Dap. Come away ; 'sdeath ! don't you see your danger ?
Ran. Those aims are for Sir Simon.— Gk>od night, madam.
Z. Flip. Will you needs go, then? — [71? Sir Simon] The gentlemen are a going, Sir Simon ; will you let 'em ?
Sir Sim. Nay, madam, if you cannot keep 'em, how should I?
Z. Flip. Stay, sir 3 because you hate marriage, I'll sing you a new song against it. . [Sings.
A spouse I do hate. For either she's false or she's jealous ;
But give us a mate Who nothing will ask us or tell us.
She stands on no terms. Nor chaffers, by way of indenture.
Her love for your farms ; But takes her kind man at a venture.
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If all prove not right, Without an act, process, or warning,
From wife for a night You may be divorced in the morning.
When parents are slaves, Their brats cannot be any other \
Great wits and great braves Have always a punk ' to their mother.
Though it be the fashion for women of quality to sing any song whatever, because the words are not dis- tinguished, yet I should have blushed to have done it now, but for you, sir.
Ran. The song is edifying, the voice admirable — and., once more, I am your servant, madam.
Z. Flip. What, will you go too, Mr. Dapperwit ?
Sir Sim. Pray, Mr. Dapperwit, do not you go too.
Dap. I am engaged
Sir Sim. Well, if we cannot have their company, we will not have their room : ours is a private backroom ; they have paid their reckoning, let's go thither again,
Z. Flip. But pray, sweet Mr. Dapperwit, do not go. Keep him, Sir Simon.
-Sir Sim. I cannot keep him.
[^Exeunt Vincent, Ranger, and Dapperwit. It is impossible ; (the world is so ;) One cannot keep one's friend, and mistress too. \_Exeunt.
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SCENE \,— St James's Park at night.
Enter Ranger, Vincent, and Dapperwit.
|VN. Hang me, if I ana not pleased extremely with this new-fashioned cater- wauling, this mid-night coursing in the park.
Vin. A man may come after supper with his three bottles in his head, reel himself sober, without reproof from his mother, aunt, or grave relation.
jRan. May bring his bashful wench, and not have her put out of countenance by the impudent honest women of the town.
Dap, And a man of wit may have the better of the dumb show of well-trimmed vest or fair peruke : — no man's now is whitest.
I^an, And now no woman's modest or proud; for her blushes are hid, and the rubies on her lips are dyed, and all sleepy and glimmering eyes have lost their attrac- tion.
Vin. And now a man may carry a bottle under his arm instead of his hat ; — and no observing spruce fop will miss the cravat that Hes on one's shoulder, or count the pimples on one's face.
JDa/. And now the brisk repartee ruins the com- plaisant cringe, or wise grimace. — Something 'twas, we men of virtue always loved the night.
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Ran, O blessed season !
Vin. For good-fellows.
Ran, For lovers.
Dap, And for the Muses.
Ran, When I was a boy I loved the night so well, I had a strong vocation to be a bellman's apprentice.
Vin. I, a drawer.
Dap. And I, to attend the waits of Westminster, let me perish !
Ran, But why do we not do the duty of this and such other places ;— walk, censure, and speak ill of all we meet?
Dap, 'Tis no fault of mine, let me perish !
Vm. Fy, fy ! satirical gentlemen, this is not your time ; you cannot distinguish a friend from a fop.
Dap. No matter, no matter ; they will deserve amongst 'em the worst we can say.
Ran. Who comes here, Dapperwit ?
\^People walk slmvly over the stage.
Dap. By the toss of his head, training of his feet, and his elbows playing at bo-peep behind his back, it should be my Lord Easy.
Ran. And who the woman ?
Dap. My Lord what-d'ye-calFs daughter, that had a child by —
Vin. Dapperwit, hold your tongue.
Ran. How ! are you concerned ? Vin. Her brother's an honest fellow, and will drink his glass.
Ran. Prithee, Vincent, Dapperwit did not hinder drinking to-night, though he spake against it ; why, then, should you interrupt his sport ? — Now, let him talk ot anybody.
Vin. So he will, — till you cut his throat.
Ran. Why should you on all occasions thwart him, contemn him, and maliciously look grave at his jests only?
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Vtn. Why does he always rail against my friends, then, and my best friend — a beer-glass ?
Jian, Dapperwit, be your own advocate : my game, 1 think, is before me there. [^ExU,
Dap, This Ranger, I think, has all the ill qualities of all your town fops ; — ^leaving his company for a spruce lord or a wench.
Vin, Nay, if you must rail at your own best friends, I may forgive you railing at mine.
-ff;^/<?r LvD I A «;/// Lady Flippant. — They walk over the stage.
Lyd, False Ranger, shall I find thee here ? \_Aside,
Vin, Those are women, are they not? [71? Dapper.
Dap, The least seems to be my Lucy, sure. \_AsUe.
Vin, Faith, I think I dare speak to a woman in the dark ! — let's try.
Dap, They are persons of quality of my acquaintance ; -hold!
Vin. Nay, if they are persons of quality of your acquaintance, I may be the bolder with 'em.
\^The Ladies go offy they follow them.
Re-enter Lydia and Lady Flippant.
Lyd. I come hither to make a discovery to-night.
L. Flip. Of my love to you, certainly ; for nobody but you could have debauched me to the Park, certainly. I would not return another night, if it were to redeem my dear husband from his grave.
Lyd, I believe you : — but to get another, widow.
L, Flip, Another husband, another husband, foh !
Lyd. There does not pass a night here but many a match is made.
Z. Flip. That a woman of honour should have the word match in her mouth ! — but I hope, madam, the fellows do not make honourable love here, do they? I abominate honourable love, upon my honour.
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Lyd, If they should make honourable love here, I know you would prevent 'em.
Re-enter Vincent and Dapperwit. — They walk slowly tmuards the Ladies.
But here come two men will inform you what to do.
Z. Flip, Do they come ? — are they men certainly ?
Lyd, Prepare for an assault, they'll put you to't.
Z. Flip, Will they put us to't certainly ? I was never put to't yet. If they should put us to't, I should drop down, down, certainly.
Lyd, I believe, truly, you would not have power to run away.
Z. Flip, Therefore I will not stay the push. — They come ! they come ! oh, the fellows come !
[Lady Flippant runs away, hYDi a follows, and Vincent and Dapperwit afier them.
Re-enter Lady Flippant at the other side, alone,
Z. Flip. So ! I am got off clear ! I did not run from the men, but my companion. For all their brags, men have hardly courage to set upon us when our number is equal ; now they shall see I defy 'em :— for we women have always most courage when we are alone. But, a pox ! the lazy rogues come not ! or they are drunk and cannot run. Oh drink ! abominable drink ! instead of inflaming love, it quenches it ; and for one lover it encourages, it makes a thousand impotent. Curse on all wine ! even Rhenish wine and sugar —
Enter Sir Simon Addleplot, muffled in a cloak.
But fortune will not see me want ; here comes a single
bully, — I wish he may stand ; —
For now a-nights the jostling nymph is bolder Than modem satyr with his cloak o'er shoulder.
Well met, sir. \She puts on her mash.
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Sir Sim. How shall I know that, forsooth ? Who are you ? do you know me ?
Z. F/ip. Who are you ? don't you know me ?
Sir Sim. Not I, faith and troth !
L. Flip. I am glad on't; for no man e'er liked a woman the better for having known her before.
Sir Sim. Ay, but then one can't be so free with a new acquaintance as with an old one ; she may deny one the civility.
L. Flip. Not till you ask her.
Sir Sim. But I am afraid to be denied.
L. Flip. Let me (ell you, sir, you cannot disoblige us women more than in distrusting us.
Sir Sim. Pish ! what should one ask for, when you know one's meaning ? — ^but shall I deal freely with you ?
L. Flip. I love, of my life, men should deal freely with me ; there are so few men will deal freely with one —
Sir Sim. Are you not a fireship,^ a punk, madam ?
Z. Flip. Well, sir, I love raillery.
Sir Sim. Faith and troth, I do not rally, I deal freely.
L. Flip. This is the time and place for freedom, sir.
Sir Sim. Are you handsome ?
L. Flip. Joan's as good as my lady in the dark, certainly : but men that deal freely never ask questions, certainly.
Sir Sim. How then ! I thought to deal freely, and put a woman to the question, had been all one.
L. Flip. But, let me tell you, those that deal freely in- deed, take a woman by —
Sir Sim. What, what, what, what ?
L. Flip. By the hand — ^and lead her aside.
Sir Sim. Now I understand you ; come along then.
Enter behind Musicians with torches. L. Flip, What unmannerly rascals are those that bring * A prostitute.
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light into the Park ? 'twill not be taken well from 'em by the women, certainly. — [Aside.] Still disappointed !
Sir Sim. Oh, the fiddles, the fiddles ! I sent for them hither to oblige the women, not to offend 'em; for I intend to serenade the whole Park to-night But my frolic is not without an intrigue, faith and troth : for I know the fiddles will call the whole herd of vizard masks together ; and then shall I discover if a strayed mistress of mine be not amongst 'em, whom I treated to-night at the French-house ; but as soon as the jilt had eat up my meat and drunk her two bottles, she ran away from me, and left me alone.
Z. F/ip. How ! is it he ? Addleplot !— that I could not know him by his faith and troth ! [Aside.
Sir Sim. Now I would understand her tricks ; because I intend to marry her, and should be glad to know what I mu^^t trust to.
Z. I^/i/. So thou shalt ; — but not yet. [Aside.
Sir Sim. Though I can give a great guess already ; for if I have any intrigue or sense in me, she is as arrant a jilt as ever pulled pillow from under husband's head, faith and troth. Moreover she is bow-legged, hopper- hipped, and, betwixt pomatum and Spanish red, has a complexion like a Holland cheese, and no more teeth left than such as give a /laut gofit to her breath ; but she is rich, faith and troth.
Z. Flip. [Aside.] Oh rascal ! he has heard somebody else say all this of me. But I must not discover myself, lest I should be disappointed of my revenge ; for I will marry him. [The Musicians approaching^ exit Flippant.
Sir Sim. What, gone !— come then, strike up, my lads.
Enter Men and Women in vizards — a Dance, during which Sir Simon Addleplot, for the most part, stands still in a cloak and vizard ; but sometimes goes about peeping, and examining the Women's clothes — the Dance ended, all exeunt.
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£e enter Lady Flippant and Lydia, after them Vincent and Dapperwit.
L. Flip. {To Lydia.] Nay, if you stay any longer, I must leave you again. [Going off.
Vin. W6 have overtaken them at last again. These are they : they separate too ; and that's but a challenge to us.
Dap. Let me perish ! ladies —
Lyd. Nay, good madam, let's unite, now here's the common enemy upon us.
Vin. Damn me ! ladies —
Dap. Hold, a pox! you are too rou^h. — Let me perish ! ladies —
Lyd. Not for want of breath, gentlemen : — we'll stay rather.
Dap. For want of your favour rather, sweet ladies.
L. Flip. [Aside.] That's Dapperwit, false villain ! but he must not know I am here. If he should, I should lose his thrice agreeable company, and he would run from me as fast as from the biiliffs. [To Lydia.] What ! you will not talk with *em, I hope ?
Lyd. Yes, but I will.
L. Flip. Then you are a Park-woman certainly, and you will take it kindly if I leave you.
Lyd. No, you must not leave me.
L. Flip. Then you must leave them.
Lyd. I'll see if they are worse company than you, first.
L. Flip. Monstrous impudence ! — will you not come ?
[Pulls Lydia.
Vin. Nay, madam, I never suffer any violence to be used to a woman but what I do myself: she must stay, and you must not go.
Z. Flip. Unhand me, you rude fellow !
Vin. Nay, now I am sure you will stay and be kind ; for coyness in a woman is as little sign of true modesty, as huffing in a man is of true courage.
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Dap. Use her gently, and speak soft things to her.
Lyd. lAstde.] Now do I guess I know my coxcomb. — [To Dapperwit.] Sir, I am extremely glad I am fallen into the hands of a gentleman that can speak soft things; and this is so fine a night to hear soft things in ; — morn- ing, I should have said.
JDap. It will not be morning, dear madam, till you pull off your mask. — [Asi^le.] That I think was brisk.
Lyd. Indeed, dear sir, my face would frighten back the sun.
Z>a/>. With glories more radiant than his own. — [Aside.'] I keep up with her, I think.
Lyd. But why would you put me to the trouble of lighting the world, when I thought to have gone to sleep ?
Dap. You only can do it, dear madam, let me perish !
Lyd. But why would you (of all men) practise treason against your friend Phoebus, and depose him for a mere stranger ?
Dap. I think she knows me. \_Aside.
Lyd. But he does not do you justice, I believe ; and you are so positively cock-sure of your wit, you would refer to a mere stranger your plea to the bay-tree.
Dap. She jeers me, let me perish ! [Aside.
Vin. Dapperwit, a little of your aid ; for my lady's in- vincibly dumb.
Dap. Would mine had been so too ! [Aside.
Vin. I have used as many arguments to make her speak, as are requisite to make other women hold their tongues.
Dap. Well, I am ready to change sides. — ^Yet before I go, madam, since the moon consents now I should see your face, let me desire you to pull off your mask ; which to a handsome lady is a favour, I'm sure.
Lyd. Truly, sir, I must not be long in debt to you for the obligation ; pray let me hear you recite some of your verses ; which to a wit is a favour, Vm sure,
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Dap, Madam, it belongs to your sex to be obliged first ; pull off your mask, and I'll pull out my paper. — [Aside.] Brisk again, of my side.
Zyd. 'Twould be in vain, for you would want a candle now.
Z>ap. [Aside.] I dare not make use again of the lustre of her face. — [To Lydia.] I'll wait upon you home then, madam.
Zyd. Faith, no ; I believe it will not be much to our advantages to bring my face or your poetry to light : for I hope you have yet a pretty good opinion of my face, and so have I of your wit. But if you are for proving your wit, why do not you write a play ?
£>ap. Because 'tis now no more reputation to write a play, than it is honour to be a. knight. Your true wit despises the title of poet, as much as your true gentleman the title of knight ; for as a man may be a knight and no gentleman, so a man may be a poet and no wit, let me perish !
Zyd. Pray, sir, how are you dignified or distinguished amongst the rates of wits? and how many rates are there ?
Dap. There are as many degrees of wits as of lawyers : as there is first your solicitor, then your attorney, then your pleading-counsel, then your chamber-counsel, and then your judge ; so there is first your court-wit, your coffee-wit, your poll-wit, or politic-wit, your chamber-wit, or scribble-wit, and last of all, your judge-wit, or critic.
Zyd. But are there as many wits as lawyers? Lord, what will become of us ! — ^What employment can they have ? how are they known ?
Dap. First, your court-wit is a fashionable, insinuating, flattering, cringing, grimacing fellow — and has wit enough to solicit a suit of love ; and if he fail, he has malice enough to ruin the woman with a dull lampoon : — but he rails still at the man that is absent, for you must know all wits rail ^ and his wit, properly lies in combing perukes,
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matching ribbons, and being severe, as they call it, upon other people's clothes.
Lyd, Now, what is the coffee-wit ?
Dap, He is a lying, censorious, gossiping, quibbling wretch, and sets people together by the ears over that sober drink, coffee : he .is a wit, as he is a commentator, upon the Gazette ; and he rails at the pirates of Algier, the Grand Signior of Constantinople, and the Christian Grand Signior.
Lyd, What kind of man is your poll-wit ?
Dap, He is a fidgetting, busy, dogmatical, hot-headed fop, that speaks always in sentences and proverbs, (as other in similitudes,) and he rails perpetually against the present government. His wit lies in projects and mono- polies, and penning speeches for young parliament men.
Lyd. But what is your chamber-wit, or scribble-wit ?
Dap, He is a poring, melancholy, modest sot, ashamed of the world : he searches all the records of wit, to com- pile a breviate of them for the use of players, printers, booksellers, and sometimes cooks, tobacco-men ; he em- ploys his railing against the ignorance of the age, and all that have more money than he.
Lyd. Now your last .
Dap. Your judge-wit, or critic, is all these together, and yet has the wit to be none of them : he can think, speak, write, as well as the rest, but scorns (himself a judge) to be judged by posterity : he rails at all the other classes of wits, and his wit lies in damning all but him- self: — he is your true wit.
Lyd. Then, I suspect you are of his form.
Dap, I cannot deny it, madam.
Vin, Dapperwit, you have been all this time on the wrong side ; for you love to talk all, and here's a lady would not have hindered you.
Dap. A pox ! I have been talking too long indeed here ; for wit is lost upon a silly weak woman, as well as courage \Aside,
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Vin, I have used all common means to move a woman's tongue and mask ; I called her ugly, old, and old acquaintance, and yet she would not disprove me : — but here comes Ranger, let him try what he can do ; for, since my mistress is dogged. Til go sleep alone. [^Exit
Reenter Ranger.
Lyd, [Aside,] Ranger ! 'tis he indeed : I am sorry he is here, but glad I discovered him before I went Yet he must not discover nie, lest I should be prevented hereafter in finding him out. False Ranger ! — [To Lady Flippant.] Nay, if they bring fresh force upon us,, madam, 'tis time to quit the field.
[Exeunt Lydia and Lady Flippant.
Ran. What, play with your quarry till it fly from you !
Da/f. You frighten it away.
Ran. Ha ! is not one of those ladies in mourning ?
I?ap. All women are so by this light.
Ran. But you might easily discern. Don't you know her?
Dap. No.
Ran. Did you talk with her ?
Da/f, Yes, she is one of your brisk silly baggages.
Ran. 'Tis she, 'tis she ! — I was afraid I saw her before ; let us follow 'em : prithee make haste. — [Aside.] 'Tis Lydia. [Exeunt.
Re-enter, on the other side, Lydia and Lady Flippant — Dapper WIT and ^k^^^'e.^ following them at a distance.
Lyd. They follow us yet, I fear.
Z. Flip. You do not fear it certainly ; otherwise you would not have encouraged them.
Lyd. For Heaven's sake, madam, waive your quarrel a little, and let us pass by your coach, and so on foot to your acquaintance in the old Pall-mall * : for I would not be dis- covered by the man that came up last to us. [Exeunt.
- The present Pall Mall, so called from the game of P^Il MalJ
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SCENE II.— Christina's Lodging, Enter Christina and Isabel.
Isa. For Heaven's sake, undress yourself, madam ! They'll not return to-night : all people have left the Park an hour ago.
Chris. What is't o'clock ?
/xdf.'Tis past one.
Chris. It cannot be !
Isa. I thought that time had only stolen from happy lovers :— the disconsolate have nothing to do but to tell the clock.
Chris. I can only keep account with my misfortunes.
Isa. I am glad they are not innumerable.
Chris. And, truly, my undergoing so often your im- pertinency is not the least of them.
Isa. I am then more glad, madam, for then they can- not be great ; and it is in my power, it seems, to make you in part happy, if I could but hold this villainous tongue of mine : but then let the people of the town hold their tongues if they will, for I cannot but tell you what they say.
Chris, What do they say ?
Isa. Faith, madam, I am afraid to tell you, now I think on't.
Chris. Is it so ill ?
Isa. O, such base, unworthy things !
Chris. Do they say I was really Clerimont's wench, as he boasted ; and that the ground of the quarrel betwixt Valentine and him was not Valentine's vindication of my honour, but Clerimont's jealousy of him ?
Isa. Worse, worse a thousand times !— such villainous things to the utter ruin of your reputation !
formerly played there with ball and mallet. In Wycherley's time Pall Mall vfras already a street of houses, and the game was then played at the Mall in St. James's Park, also called Pall Mall^
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Chris. What are they ?
Isa-, Faith, madam, you'll be angry : 'tis the old trick of lovers to hate their informers, after they have made 'em such.
Chris, I will not be angry.
Isa, They say then, since Mr. Valentine's flying into France you are grown mad, have put yourself into mourning, live in a dark room, where you'll see nobody, nor take any rest day or night, but rave and talk to your- self perpetually.
Chris, Now, what else ?
Isa. But the surest sign of your madness is, they say, because you are desperately resolved (in case my Lord Clerimont should die of his wounds) to transport yourself and fortune into France to Mr. Valentine, a man that has not a groat to return you in exchange.
Chris. All this, hitherto, is true ; now to the rest
Isa. Indeed, madam, I have no more to tell you. I was sorry, I'm sure, to hear so much of any lady of mine.
Chris. Insupportable insolence !
Isa. [Aside.] This is some revenge for my want of sleep to-night. — \_Knockin^ at the door.] So, I hope my old second is come ; 'tis seasonable relief. [Exit,
Chris. Unhappy Valentine ! couldst thou but see how soon thy absence and misfortunes have disbanded all thy friends, and turned thy slaves all renegadoes, thou sure wouldst prize my only faithful heart !
Enter Lady Flippant, Lydia, and Isabel.
L. Flip. Hail, faithful shepherdess ! but, truly, I had not kept my word with you, in coming back to-night, if it had not been for this lady, who has her intrigues too with the fellows as well as you.
Lyd, Madam, under my Lady Flippant's protection, I am confident to beg yours ; being just now pursued out of the Park by a relation of mine, by whom it imports me
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extremely not to be discovered : — {^Knocking at the dcwr,] but I fear he is now at the door.— [7^ Isabel, wJw gdes out?^ Let me desire you to deny me to him courageously ; — for he will hardly believe he can be mistaken in me.
Chris. In such an occasion, where impudence is requisite, she will serve you as faithfully as you can wish, madam.
L. Flip. Come, come, madam, do not upbraid her with her assurance, a qualification that only fits her for a lady's service. A fine woman of the town can be no more with- out a woman that can make an excuse with assurance, than she can be without a glass, certainly.
Chris. She needs no advocate.
L. Flip. How can any one alone manage an amorous intrigue ? though the birds are tame, somebody must help draw the net. If 'twere not for a woman that could make an excuse with assurance, how should we wheedle, jilt, trace, discover, countermine, undermine, and blow up the stinking fellows ? which is all the pleasure I receive, or design by them ; for I never admitted a man to my con- versation, but for his punishment, certainly.
Chris. Nobody will doubt that, certainly.
Re-enter Isabel.
Isa. Madam, the gentleman will not be mistaken : he says you are here, he saw you come in ; he is your rela- tion, his names Ranger, and is come to wait upon you home. I had much ado to keep him from coming up.
Lyd. [To Christina.] Madam, for Heaven's sake, help me ! 'tis yet in your power ; if but, while I retire into your dining-room, you will please to personate me, and own yourself for her he pursued out of the Park : you are in mourning too, and your stature so much mine it will not contradict you.
Chris. I am sorry, madam, I must dispute any com- mand of yours. I have made a resolution to see the face
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of no man, till an unfortunate friend of mine, now out of the kingdom, return.
Lyd, By that friend, and by the hopes you have to see him, let me conjure you to keep me from the sight of mine now. Dear inadam, let your charity prevail over your superstition.
Isa, He comes, he comes, madam !
[Lydia withdraws^ and stands unseen at the door.
Enter Ranger.
Ran, Ha ! this is no Lydia, [Aside,
Chris. What, unworthy defamer, has encouraged you to offer this insolence ?
Ran, She is Hker Lydia 'in her style than her face. I see I am mistaken ; but to tell her I followed her for another, were an affront rather than an excuse. She's a glorious creature 1 [Aside,
Chris, Tell me, sir, whence had you reason for this your rude pursuit of me, into my lodgings, my chamber? why should you follow me ?
Ran. Faith, madam, because you ran away from me.
Chris, That was no sign of an acquaintance.
Ran, You'll pardon me, madam.
Chris, Then, it seems, you mistook me for another, and the night is your excuse, which blots out all distinctions. But now you are satisfied in your mis- take, I hope you will seek out your woman in another place.
Ran. Madam, I allow not the excuse you make for me. If I have offended, I will rather be condemned for my love, than pardoned for my insensibility.
Lyd. How's that ? [Aside.
Chris. What do you say ?
Ran. Though the night had been darker, my heart would not have suffered me to follow any one but you : — he has been too long acquainted with you to mistake you.
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Lyd. What means this tenderness ? he mistook me for her sure. \^Aside.
Chris. What says the gentleman? did you know me then, sir?
Jian, [Aside,'] Not I, the devil take me ! but I must on now. — [Aloud.'] Could you imagine, madam, by the innu- merable crowd of your admirers, you had left any man free in the town, or ignorant of the power of your beauty ?
Chrts, I never saw your face before, that I remember.
Ran. Ah, madam ! you would never regard your humblest slave ; I was till now a modest lover.
Lyd. Falsest of men ! [Aside.
Chris. My woman said, you came to seek a relation here, not a mistress.
Ran. I must confess, madam, I thought you would sooner disprove my dissembled error, than admit my visit, and was resolved to see you.
Lyd. Tis clear ! [Aside.
Ran. Indeed, when I followed you first out of the Park, I was afraid you might have been a certain relation of mine, for your statures and habits are the same ; but when you entered here, I was with joy convinced. Besides, I would not for the world have given her troublesome love so much encouragement, to have disturbed my future addresses to you; for the foolish woman does perpetually torment me to make our relation nearer ; but never more in vain than since I have seen you, madam.
Lyd. How ! shall I suffer this ? 'tis clear he dis- appointed me to-night for her, and made me stay at home that I might not disappoint him of her company in the Park. [Aside.
Chris. I am amazed ! but let me tell you, sir, if the lady were here, I would satisfy her the sight of me should never frustrate her ambitious designs upon her cruel kinsman.
L.yd. I wish you could satisfy me. [Aside.
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Ran, If she were here, she would satisfy you she were not capable of the honour to be taken for you : — though in the dark. Faith, my cousin is but a tolerable woman to a man that had not seen you.
Chris. Sure, to my plague, this is the first time you ever saw me !
Ran. Sure, to the plague of my poor heart, 'tis not the hundredth time I have seen you ! For, since the time I saw you first, you have not been at the Park, playhouse, Exchange,* or other public place, but I saw you ; for it was my business to watch and follow.
Chris. Pray, when did you see me last at the Park, playhouse, or Exchange ?
Ran. Some two, three days, or a week ago.
Chris. I have not been this month out of this chamber.
Lyd. That is to delude me. [Aside.
Chris. I knew you were mistaken.
Ran. You'll pardon a lover's memory, madam. — [Aside.'] A pox ! I have hanged myself in my own line. One would ihink my perpetual ill-luck in lying should break me of the quality ; but, like a losing gamester, I am still for pushing on, till none will trust me.
Chris. Comcy sir, you run out of one error into a greater : you would excuse the rudeness of your mistake, and intrusion at this hour into my lodgings, with your gallantry to me, — more unseasonable and offensive.
Ran. Nay, I am in love I see, for I blush and have not a word to say for myself.
Chris. But, sir, if you will needs play the gallant, pray leave my house before morning, lest you should be seen
* i.e. The New Exchange, a long building, erected upon the site of the stables of Durham House, on the south side of the Strand, and nearly opposite Bedford Street. Opened in 1609, it became a fashionable lounge after the Restoration, and was pulled down in 1737. *' It was erected partly on the plan of the Royal Exchange, with vaults beneath, over which was an open paved arcade ; and above were walks of shops, occupied by perfumers and publishers, milliners and sempstresses." — Timhs' CuHosities oj London,
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go hence, to the scandal of my honour. Rather than that should be, I'll call up the house and neighbours to bear witness I bid you begone.
Ran. Since you take a night visit so ill, madam, I wil' never wait upon you again but by day. I go, that I may hope to retiun ; and, for once, I wish you a good night without me.
Chris. Good night, for as long as I live.
[Exit Ranger.
Lyd, And good night to my love, Tm sure. [Aside.
Chris. Though I have done you an inconsiderable service, I assure you, madam, you are not a little obliged to me. — [Aside.'] Pardon me, dear Valentine !
Lyd. I know not yet whether I am more obliged than injured : when I do, I assure you, madam, I shall not be insensible of either.
Chris. I fear, madam, you are as liable to mistakes as your kinsman.
Lyd. I fear I am more subject to 'em : it may be for want of sleep, therefore 1*11 go home.
Chris. My Lady Flippant, good night.
L. Flip. Good night, or rather good morrow, faithful shepherdess.
Chris. I'll wait on you down.
Lyd. Your coach stays yet, I hope.
Z. Flip. Certainly. [Exeunt.
SCENE ni.—The Street before Christina^s Lodging.
Enter Ranger and Dapperwit.
Dap, I was a faithful sentinel : nobody came out, let me perish !
Ran. No, no, I hunted upon a wrong scent ; I thought I had followed a woman, but found her an angel.
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Dap, What is her name ?
Ran, That you must tell me. What very fine woman is there lives hereabouts ?
Dap. Faith, I know not any. She is, I warrant you, some fine woman of a term's standing or so in the town ; such as seldom appear in public, but in their balconies, where they stand so constantly, one would think they had hired no other part of the house.
Ran. And look like the pictures which painters expose to draw in customers ; — but I must know who she is. Vincent's lodging is hard by, Til go and inquire of him, and lie with him to-night : but if he will not let me. Til lie with you, for my lodging is too far off.
Dap, Then I will go before, and expect you at mine.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.— Vincent's Lodging.
Enter Vincent and Valentine in a riding habit^ as neivly from a journey,
Vin. Your mistress, dear Valentine, will not be more glad to see you ! but my wonder is no less than my joy, that you would return ere you were informed Cleri- mont were out of danger. His surgeons themselves have not been assured of his recovery till within these two days.
Val. I feared my mistress, not my life. My life I could trust again with my old enemy Fortune ; but no longer my mistress in the hands of my greater enemies, her relations.
Vin, Your fear was in the wrong place, then : for though my Lord Clerimont live, he and his relations may put you in more danger of your life than your mistress's relations can of losing her.
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Val. Would any could secure me her ! I would myself secure my life, for I should value it then.
Vin. Come, come ; her relations can do you no hurt. I dare swear, if her mother should but say, " Your hat did not cock handsomely,'' she would never ask her blessing again.
Val. Prithee leave thy fooling, and tell me if, since my departure, she has given evidences of her love, to clear those doubts I went away with : — for as absence is the bane of common and bastard love, 'tis the vindica- tion of that which is true and generous.
Vin. Nay, if you could ever doubt her love, you deserve to doubt on ; for there is no punishment great enough for jealousy — but jealousy.
Val. You may remember, I told you before my flight I had quarrelled with the defamer of my mistress, but I thought I had killed my rival.
Vin. But pray give me now the answer which the suddenness of your flight denied me ; — how could Cleri- mont hope to subdue her heart by the assault of her honour?
Val. Pish ! it might be the stratagem of a rival to make me desist.
Vin. For shame ! if 'twere not rather to vindicate her, than satisfy you, I would not tell you how like a Pene- lope she has behaved herself in your absence.
Val, Let me know.
Vin. Then know, the next day you went she put her- self in mourning, and —
Val. That might be for Clerimont, thinking him dead, as all the world besides thought.
Vin. Still turning the dagger's point on yourself! hear me out. I say she put herself into mourning for you — locked herself in her chamber this month for you — shut out her barking relations for you — ^has not seen the sun or the face of man since she saw you — thinks and talks of nothing but you^ — sends to me daily to hear of you —
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and, in short, (I think,) is mad for you. All this I can swear ; for I am to her so near a neighbour, and so in- quisitive a friend for you —
Enter Servant.
Serv, Mr. Ranger, sir, is coming up.
Vin, What brings him now ? he comes to lie with me.
Val, Who, Ranger?
Vin, Yes. Pray retire a little, till I send him off : — unless you have a mind to have your arrival published to- morrow in the coffee-houses.
[Valentine retires to the door behind.
Enter Ranger.
Ran, What ! not yet a-bed ? your man is laying you to sleep with usquebaugh or brandy ; is he not so ?
Vin, What punk * will not be troubled with you to- night, therefore I am ? — is it not so ?
Ran, I have been turned out of doors, indeed, just now, by a woman, — but such a woman, Vincent !
Vin, Yes, yes, yoiu: women are always such women 1
Ran. A neighbour of yours, and I'm sure the finest you have.
Vin. Prithee do not asperse my neighbourhood with your acquaintance; 'twould bring a scandal upon an alley.
Ran, Nay, I do not know her ; therefore I come to you.
Vin. Twas no wonder she turned you out of doors, then ; and if she had known you, 'twould have been a wonder she had let you stay. But where does she live ?
Ran, Five doors off, on the right hand.
Vin, Pish ! pish !—
Ran, What's the matter ?
Vin, Does she live there, do you say ?
* Strumpet.
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Ran. Yes ; I observed them exactly, that my account from you might be exact. Do you know who lives there ?
Vtn. Yes, so well, that I know you are mistaken.
Ran. Is she not a young lady scarce eighteen, of extraordinary beauty, her stature next to low, and in mourning ?
Val. What is this? lAside.
Vin. She is ; but if you saw her, you broke in at window.
Ran. I chased her home from the Park, indeed, taking her for another lady who had some claim to my heart, till she showed a better title to't
Vin. Hah ! hah ! hah !
Val. Was she at the Park, then ? and have I a new rival ? [Aside.
Vin. From the Park did you follow her, do you say ? — I knew you were mistaken.
Ran. I tell you I am not.
Vin. If you are sure it was that house, it might be perhaps her woman stolen to the Park, unknown to her lady.
Ran. My acquaintance does usually begin with the maid first, but now 'twas with the mistress, I assure you.
Vin. The mistress ! — I tell you she has not been .out of her doors since Valentine's flight. She is his mistress, — the great heiress, Christina.
Ran. I tell you then again, I followed that Christina from the Park home, where I talked with her half an hour, and intend to see her to-morrow again.
Val. Would she talk with him too ! \^Asidc.
Vin. It cannot be.
Ran. Christina do you call her ? Faith I am sorry she is an heiress, lest it should bring the scandal o^ interest, and the design of lucre, upon my love.
Vin. No, no, her face and virtues will free you from that censure. But, however, 'tis not fairly done to rival your friend Valentine in his absence ; and when he is
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present you know 'twill be dangerous, by my Lord Cleri- mont's example. Faith, if you have seen her, I would not advise you to attempt it again.
Ran. You may be merry, sir, you are not in love ; your advice I come not for, nor will I for your assistance. — Good night. [Exit.
Val Here's your Penelope ! the woman that had not seen the sun, nor face of man, since my departure ! for it seems she goes out in the night, when the sun is absent, an^ faces are not distinguished.
Vin. Why ! do you believe him ?
Val. Should I believe you ?
Vin. 'Twere more for your interest, and you would be less deceived. If you believe him, you must doubt the chastity of all the fine women in town, and five miles about.
Val. His reports of them will little invalidate his testimony with me.
Vin. He spares not the innocents in bibs and aprons. I'll secure you, he has made (at best) some gross mistake concerning Christina, which to-morrow will discover ; in the meantime let us go to sleep.
VaL I will not hinder yqu, because I cannot enjoy it myself : —
Hunger, Revenge, to sleep are petty foes,
But only Death the jealous eyes can close.
{^Exeunt.
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ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I.— A Room in Mrs. Crossbite's House,
Enter Mrs. Joyner and Mrs. Crossbite.
RS. )OYN. Good morrow, gossip.
Mrs, Cros. Good morrow ; — but why up so early, good gossip ?
Mrs, Joy n. My care and passionate concern for you and yours would not let me rest, in truly. Mrs. Cros, For me and mine ?
Mrs. Joyn, You know we have known one another long ; I think it be some nine-and-thirty years since you were married.
Mrs. Cros. Nine-and-thirty years old, mistress ! I'd have you to know, I am no far-born child ; and if the register had not been burned in the last great fire, alas ! — but my face needs no register sure : nine-and-thirty years old, said you ?
Mrs, Joyn. I said you had been so long married ; but, indeed, you bear your years as well as any she in Pepper- alley.
Mrs, Cros. Nine-and-thirty, mistress ! Mrs. Joyn. This it is ; a woman, now-a-days, had rather you should find her faulty with a man, I warrant you, than discover her age, I warrant you.
Mrs, Cros. Marry, and 'tis the greatest secret far. Tell a miser he is rich, and a woman she is old, — ^>'0U
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will get no money of him, nor kindness of her. To tell me I was nine-and-thirty — (I say no more) 'twas un- neighbourly done of you, mistress.
Mrs. Joy n. My memory confesses my age, it seems, as much as my face ; for I thought —
Mrs. Cros. Pray talk nor think no more of any one's age ; but say what brought you hither so early.
Mrs./oyn. How does my sweet god-daughter, poor wretch ?
Mrs. Cros. Well, very well.
Mrs. foyn. Ah, sweet creature ! Alas ! alas ! — I am sorry for her.
Mrs. Cros. Why, what has she done to deserve your sorrow, or my reprehension ?
Enter Lucy, ani stands unseen at the door.
Lucy. What, are they talking of me ? \Aside.
Mrs. Joyn. In short, she was seen going into the meet- inghouse of the wicked, otherwise called the playhouse, hand in hand with that vile fellow Dapperwit.
Mrs. Cros. Mr. Dapperwit ! let me tell you, if 'twere not for Master Dapperwit, we might have lived all this vacation upon green cheese, tripe, and ox cheek. If he had it, we should not want it ; but, poor gentleman ! it often goes hard with him, — for he's a wit.
Mrs. Joyn, So, then, you are the dog to be fed, while the house is broken up ! I say, beware ! The sweet bits you swallow will make your daughter's belly swell, mistress ; and, after all your junkets, there will be a bone for you to pick, mistress.
Mrs. Cros. Sure, Master Dapperwit is no such manner of man !
Mrs. Joyn. He is a wit, you say ; and what are wits, but contemners of matrons, seducers, or defamers of married women, and deflowerers of helpless virgins, even in the streets, upon the very bulks ; * affronters of
1 Bulk. " A sUll before a shop. "—Baik^.
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midnight magistracy, and breakers of windows? in a word —
Mrs, Cros. But he is a little wit, a modest wit, and they do no such outrageous things as your great wits do.
Mrs, Joyn, Nay, I dare say, he will not say himself he is a little wit if you ask him.
Lucy. Nay, I cannot hear this with patience. — \Comes forward^ With your pardon, mother, you are as much mistaken as my godmother in Mr. Dapperwit ; for he is as great a wit as any, and in what he speaks or writes as happy as any. I can assure you, he contemns all your tearing wits, in comparison of himself.
Mrs. Joyn. Alas, poor young wretch 1 I cannot blame thee so much as thy mother, for thou art not thyself. His bewitching madrigals have charmed thee into some heathenish imp with a hard name.
Lucy. Nymph, you mean, godmother.
Mrs. Joyn. But you, gossip, know whaf s what. Yes- terday, as I told you, a fine old alderman of the city, see- ing your daughter in so ill hands as Dapperwit's, was zealously, and in pure charity, bent upon her redemption; and has sent me to tell you, he will take her into his care and relieve your necessities, if you think good.
Mrs. Cros. Will he relieve all our necessities ?
Mrs. Joyn. All.
Mrs. Cros. Mine, as well as my daughter's ?
Mrs. Joyn. Yes.
Mrs. Cros. Well fare his heart ! — D'ye hear, daughter, Mrs. Joyner has satisfied me clearly ; Dapperwit is a vile fellow, and, in short, you must put an end to that scan- dalous familiarity between you.
Lucy. Leave sweet Mr. Dapperwit ! — oh furious in- gratitude ! Was he not the man that gave me my first Farrendon* gown, put me but of Worsted stockings and plain handkerchiefs, taught me to dress, talk, and move well?
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Mrs, Cros. He has taught you to talk indeed ; but, huswife, I will not have my pleasure disputed.
Mrs, Joy n. Nay, indeed, you are too tart with her, poor sweet soul.
Lucy. He taught me to rehearse, too, — would .have brought me into the playhouse, where I might have had as good luck as others : I might have had good clothes, plate, jewels, and things so well about me, that my neigh- bours, the little gentlemen's wives of fifteen hundred or two thousand pounds a year, should have retired into the country, sick with envy of my prosperity and greatness.
Mrs, Joyn, If you follow your mother's counsel, you are like to enjoy all you talk of sooner than by Dapper- wit's assistance : — a poor wretch that goes on tick for the paper he writes his lampoons on, and the very ale and coffee that inspire him, as they say.
Mrs, Cros, I am credibly informed so, indeed, Madam Joyner.
Mrs. Joyn, Well, I have discharged my conscience; good morrow to you both. \Exeunt severally.
SCENE II.— Mrs. Crossbite's Dining-room, Enter Dapperwit and Ranger.
Dap, This is the cabinet in which I hide my jewel ; a small house, in an obscure, little, retired street, too.
Ran, Vulgarly, an alley.
Dap, Nay, I hide my mistress with as much care as a spark of the town does his money from his dun after a good hand at play; and nothing but you could have wrought upon me for a sight of her, let me perish.
Ran, My obligation to you is great ; do not lessen it by delays of the favour you promised.
Dap, But do not censure my honour ; for if you had not been in a desperate condition, — for as one nail must
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beat out another, one poison expel another, one fire draw out another, one fit of drinking cure the sickness of another, — so, the surfeit you took last night of Christina's eyes shall be cured by Lucy's this morning ; or as —
Ran. Nay, I bar more similitudes.
Dap. What, in my mistress's lodging? that were as hard as to bar a young parson in the pulpit, the fifth of November, railing at the Church of Rome ; or as hard as to put you to bed to Lucy and defend you from touching her ; or as —
Ran. Or as hard as to make you hold your tongue. — I shall not see your mistress, I see.
Dap. Miss Lucy ! Miss Lucy ! — \Knocks at the door and returns.^— The devil take me, if good men (I say no more) have not been upon their knees to me, to see her, and you at last must obtain it
Ran. I do not believe you.
Dap. 'Tis such as she ; she is beautiful without affec- tation ; amorous without impertinency ; airy and brisk without impudence ; frolic without rudeness ; and, in a word, the justest creature breathing to her assignation.
Ran. You praise her as if you had a mind to part with her ; and yet you resolve, I see, to keep her to yourself.
Dap. Keep her ! poor creature, she cannot leave me ; and rather than leave her, I would leave writing lampoons or sonnets almost.
Ran. Well, I'll leave you with her then.
Dap. What, will you go without seeing her ?
Ran. Rather than stay without seeing her.
Dap. Yes, yes, you shall see her ; but let me perish if I have not been offered a hundred guineas for a sight of her ; by — I say no more.
Ran. [Aside.] I understand you now. — [A /ot/d.] -If the favour be to be purchased, then I'll bid all I have about me for't.
Dap. Fy, fy, Mr. Ranger ! you are pleasant, i'faith^ Do you think I would sell the sight of my rarity ? — like those
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gentlemen who hang out flags at Charing Cross, or like—
Ran, Nay, then I'm gone again.
Dap, What, you take it ill I refuse your money? rather than that should be, give us it ; but take notice I will borrow it. Now I think on't, Lucy wants a gown and some knacks.
Ran, Here.
Dap, But I must pay it you again : I will not take it unless you engage your honour I shall pay it you again.
Ran. You must pardon me ; I will not engage my honour for such a trifle. Go, fetch her out.
Dap, Well, she's a ravishing creature : such eyes and lips, Mr. Ranger !
Ran. Prithee go.
Dap, Such neck and breasts, Mr. Ranger !
Ran. Again, prithee go.
Dap. Such feet, legs, and thighs, Mr. Ranger !
Ran, Prithee let me see 'em.
Dap. And a mouth no bigger than your ring 1 — I need say no more.
Ran. Would thou wert never to speak again !
Dap. And then so neat, so sweet a creature in bed, that, to my knowledge, she does not change her sheets in half a year.
Ran. I Ihank you for that allay to my impatience.
Dap, Miss Lucy ! Miss Lucy ! Miss ! —
\Knocking at the door.
Ran. Will she not open ? I am afraid my pretty miss is not stirring, and therefore will not admit us. Is she not gone her walk to Lamb's Conduit ? *
Dap, Fy, fy, a quibble next your stomach in a morn-
1 In 1577, William Lamb (formerly a gentleman of the chapel to Henry VIII.) caused to be constructed, in the fields where now stands Lamb's Conduit Street, a reservoir and a conduit by which the water was conveyed to Snow Hill. These fields formed a place of resort for the inhabitants of the adjoining districts. The conduit was restored, from a design by Sir Christopher Wren, in 1667.
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ing ! What if she should hear us ? would you lose a mistress for a quibble ? that's more than I could do, let me perish !— She's within, I hear her.
Ran. But she will not hear you ; she's as deaf as if you were a dun or a constable.
Dap. Pish ! give her but leave to gape, rub her eyes, and put on her day pinner ; the long patch under the left eye; awaken the roses on her cheeks with some Spanish wool, and warrant her breath with some lemon- peel ; the doors fly off* the hinges, and she into my arms. She knows there is as much artifice to keep a victory as to gain it ; and 'tis a sign she values the conquest of my heart.
Ran. I thought her beauty had not stood in need of art
Dap. Beauty's a coward still without the help of art, and may have the fortune of a conquest but cannot keep it. Beauty and art can no more be asunder than love and honour.
Ran. Or, to speak more like yourself, wit and judgment.
Dap. Don't you hear the door wag yet ?
Ran. Not a whit
Dap, Miss ! miss ! 'tis your slave that calls. Come, all this tricking for him ! — Lend me your comb, Mr. Ranger.
Ran. No, I am to be preferred to-day, you are to set me off". You are in possession, I will not lend you arms to keep me out.
Dap. A pox ! don't let me be ungrateful ; if she has smugged herself up for me, let me prune and flounce my peruke a little for her. There's ne'er a young fellow in the town but will do as much for a mere stranger in the playhouse.
Ran. A wit's wig has the privilege of being uncombed in the very playhouse, or in the presence.
Dap. But not in the presence of his mistress ; 'tis a greater neglect of her than himself. Pray lend me your comb.
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Ran. I would not have men of wit and courage make use of every fop^s mean arts to keep or gain a mistress.
Dap. But don't you see every day, though a man have never so much wit and courage, his mistress will revolt to those fops that wear and comb perukes well. I'll break off the bargain, and will not receive you my partner.
Ran. Therefore you see I am setting up for myself.
\Combs his peruke. * Dap. She comes, she comes !— pray, your comb.
\Snatches Ranger's comb.
Enter Mrs. Crossbite.
Mrs. Cros. Bargain ! — ^what, are you offering us to sale ?
Dap. A pox ! is't she ? — Here take your comb again then. \Returns the comb.
Mrs. Cros. Would you sell us ? 'tis like you, y'fads.
Dap. Sell thee ! — where should we find a chapman ? Go, prithee, mother, call out my dear Miss Lucy.
Mrs, Cros. Your Miss Lucy ! I do not wonder you have the conscience to bargain for us behind our backs, since you have the impudence to claim a propriety in us to my face.
Ran. How's this, Dapperwit?
Dap. Come, come, this gentleman will not think the worse of a woman for my acquaintance with her. He has seen me bring your daughter to the lure with a chiney- orange, from one side of the playhouse to the other.
Mrs. Cros. I would have the gentleman and you to know my daughter is a girl of reputation, though she has been seen in your company ; but is now so sensible of her past danger, that she is resolved never more to ven- ture her pitcher to the well, as they say.
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voke another, and bring your friend here to witness your disgrace.
Dap. Hark you, widow, a little.
Mrs. Cros. What, have you mortgaged my daughter to that gentleman ; and now would offer me a snip to join in the security !
Dap, [Aside.'] She overhead me talk of a bargain ; — 'twas unlucky. — [A/oud.] Your wrath is grounded upon a mistake : Miss Lucy herself shall be judge ; call her out, pray.
Mrs. Cros. She shall not ; she will not cbme to you.
Dap. Till I hear it from her own mouth, I cannot believe it.
Mrs. Cros. You shall hear her say 't through the door.
Dap. I shall doubt it unless she say it to my face.
Mrs. Cros. Shall we be troubled with you no more then?
Dap. If she command my death, I cannot disobey her.
Mrs. Cros. Come out, child.
Enter Lucy, holding dawn her head.
Dap. Your servant, dearest miss : can you have —
Mrs. Cros. Let me ask her.
Dap. No, I'll ask her.
Ran. I'll throw up cross or pile * who shall ask her.
Dap.. Can you have the heart to say you will never more break a cheese-cake with me at New Spring Garden,^ the Neat-house, or Chelsea ? never more sit in my lap at
* ** Cross or pile " : equivalent to our ** heads or tails." A cross was usually on the reverse of old English coins ; the obverse was called the **pile," from the pile or punch with which the impression was struck.
2 The New Spring Garden, at Vauxhall ; afterwards under the name of Vauxhall, the most famous place of resort of that kind in the metropolis. It was first opened about r66i, when Evelyn de- scribes it as **a pretty-contriv'd plantation," and was closed in 1859. Pepys has an interesting entry concerning it, under date of May 28, 1667 : ** I by water to Fox-hall, and there walked in Spring-garden. A great deal of company, and the weather and garden pleasant : and it is very pleasant and cheap going thither.
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a new play? never more wear a suit of knots of my choice ? and, last of all, never more pass away an after- noon with me again in the Green Garret ? — do not forget the Green Garret.
Lucy, I wish I had never seen the Green Garret. — Damn the Green Garret !
Dap, Damn the Green Garret ! — You are strangely altered !
Lucy. Tis you are altered.
Dap, You have refused Colby's Mulberry-garden, and the French houses, for the Green Garret ; and a little something in the Green Garret pleased you more than the best treat the other places could yield ; and can you of a sudden quit the Green Garret ?
Ltuy, Since you have a design to pawn me for the rent, 'tis time to remove my goods.
Dap, Thou art extremely mistaken.
Lucy, Besides, I have heard such strange things of you this morning.
Dap, What things?
Lucy, I blush to speak 'em.
Dap, I know my innocence, therefore take my charge as a favour. What have I done ?
Lucy, Then know, vile wit, my mother has confessed just now thou wert false to me, to her too certain knowledge; and hast forced even her to be false to me too.
Dap, Faults in drink, I.ucy, when we are not our- selves, should not condemn us.
Lucy, And now to let me out to hire like a hackney ! — I tell you my own dear mother shall bargain for me no more ; there are as litde as I can bargain for themselves now-a-days, as well as properer women.
for a man may go to spend what he will, or nothing, all as one. But to hear the nightingale and other birds, and here fiddles and there a harp, and here a Jew's trump, and here laughing, and there fine people walking, is mighty divertising. " — The Neat-house was a place of entertainment at Pimlico.
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Mrs, Cros, Whispering all this while ! — Beware of his snares again : come away, child.
Dap, Sweet, dear miss—
Lucy, Bargain for me ! — you have reckoned without your hostess, as they say. Bargain for me! bargain for me ! [Exit,
Dap, I must return, then, to treat with you.
Mrs, Cros. Treat me no treatings, but take a word for all. You shall no more dishonour my daughter, nor molest my lodgings, as you have done at all hours.
Dap, Do you intend to change 'em, then, to Bride- well, or Long's powdering-tub ? *
Mrs, Cros, No, to a bailiff's house, and then you'll he so civil, I presume, as not to trouble us.
Ran, Here, will you have my comb again, Dapperwit f
Dap, A pox ! I think women take inconstancy from me worse than from any man breathing.
Mrs, Cros, tray, sir, forget me before you write your next lampoon. [Exit.
Enter Sir Simon Addleplot in the dress of a Clerk.— Ranger retires to the background.
Sir Sim, Have I found you? have I found you in your by-walks, faith and troth? I am almost out of breath in following you. Gentlemen when they get into an alley walk so fast, as if they had more earnest busi- ness there than in the broad streets.
Dap, [Aside,] — How came this sot hither ? Fortune has sent him to ease my choler. — You impudent rascal, who are you, that dare intrude thus on us ? [Strikes him.
Sir Sim, Don't you know me, Dapperwit ? sure you know me. [Softly.
* A powdering-tub means property a tub in which meat is salted, to spi inkle with salt being an occasional sense of the verb "to powder. " Hence the name of powdering-tub was applied to places where persons afflicted with a certain disease were cured. Compare Shakespeare, Measure for Measure^ iii. 2 ; " Troth, sir, she nath eaten up all her beef, and she is herself in the tub. " Also King Henry K, ii. I.
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Dap. Wilt thou dishonour rae with thy acquaintance too ? thou rascally, insolent, pen-and-ink man.
\Strtkes him again.
Sir Sim, Oh ! oh ! sure you know me ! pray know me.
[Sofily.
Dap. By thy saucy familiarity, thou shouldst be a marker at a tennis-court, a barber, or a slave that fills coffee.
Sir Sim. Oh ! oh !
Dap. What art thou ? \_Kicks him.
Sir Sim. Nay, I must not discover myself to Ranger for a kick or two. Oh, pray hold, sir : by that you -will know me. \_Delivers him a letter.
Dap. How, Sir Simon !
Sir Sim. Mum, mum, make no excuses, man \ I would not Ranger should have known me for five hundred — kicks.
Dap. Your disguise is so natural, I protest, it will excuse me.
Sir Sim. I know that, prithee make no excuses, I say. No ceremony between thee and I, man :— read the letter.
Dap. What, you have not opened it !
Sir Sim. Prithee, don't be angry, the seal is a little cracked : for I could not help kissing Mrs. Martha's letter. The word is, now or never. Her father she finds will be abroad all this day, and she longs to see your friend Sir Simon Addleplot : — faith 'tis a pretty jest ; while I am with her, and praising myself to her at no ordinary rate. Let thee and I alone at an intrigue.
Dap. Tell her I will not fail to meet her at the place and time. Have a care of your charge ; and manage your business like yourself, for yourself.
Sir Sim. I warrant you.
Dap. The gaining Gripe's daughter will make me support the loss of this young jilt here. \Ande.
Ran. [Comifig forward.'] What fellow's that ?
Diip. A servant to a friend of mine.
Ran. Methinks he something resembles our acquaint-
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ance Sir Simon ; but it is no compliment to tell him so : for that knight is the most egregious coxcomb that ever played with lady's fan.
Sir Sim. So ! thanks to my disguise, I know my enemies ! [Aside.
Ran. The most incorrigible ass, beyond the reproof of a kicking rival or a frowning mistress. But, if it be possible, thou dost use him worse than his mistress or rival can ; thou dost make such a cully of him.
Sir Sim. Does he think so too ? {Aside.
Dap. Go, friend, go about your business. — [Exit Sir Simon.] A pox ! you would spoil all, just in the critical time of projection. He brings me here a summons from his mistress, to meet her in the evening ; will you come to my wedding ?
Ran. Don't speak so loud, you'll break poor Lucy's heart. Poor creature, she cannot leave you ; and, rather than leave her, you would leave writing of lampoons or sonnets — almost
Dap. Come, let her go, ungrateful baggage ! — But now you talk of sonnets, I am no living wit if her love has not cost me two thousand couplets at least.
Ran, But what would you give, now, for a new satire against women, ready made ? — T would be as convenient to buy satires against women ready made, as it is to buy cravats ready tied.
Dap. Or as —
Ran. Hey, come away, come away, Mr, or as —
\Exeunt.
SCENE III.— ^ Room in Mrs. Crossbite's House.
Enter Mrs. Joyner and Gripe. Gripe. Peace, plenty, and pastime be within these
walls !
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Mrs,/oyn. Tis a small house, you see, and mean furniture; for no gallants are suffered to come hither. She might have had ere now as good lodgings as any in town ; her Monlake * hangings, great glasses, cabinets, china, embroidered beds, Persia carpets, gold-plate, and the like, if she would have put herself forward. But your worship may please to make 'em remove to a place fit to receive one of your worship's quality ; for this is a little scandalous, in truly.
Gripe. No, no ; I like it well enough : — I am not dainty. Besides, privacy, privacy, Mrs. Joyner ! I love privacy in opposition to the wicked, who hate it.
\Looks about
Mrs, Joyn, What do you look for, sir ?
Gripe, Walls have ears; but, besides, I look for a private place to retire to, in time of need. Oh ! here's one convenient.
\Turns up a hangings and discovers the slender provisions of the fatnily,
Mrs, Joyn, But you see, poor innocent souls, to what use they put it ; — not to hide gallants.
Gripe, Temperance is the nurse of chastity.
Mrs, Joyn, But your worship may please to mfend their fare ; and, when you come, may make them enter- tain you better than, you see, they do themselves.
Gripe. No, I am not dainty, as I told you. I abomi- nate entertainments; — no entertainments, pray, Mrs. Joyner.
Mrs, Joyn. No ! \^Aside.
Gripe. There can be no entertainment -to me more luscious and savoury than communion with that "little gentlewoman. — Will you call her out ? I fast till I see her.
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Mrs, Joyn. But, in truly, your worship, we should have brought a bottle or two of Rhenish and some Naples biscuit, to have entertained the young gentlewoman. Tis the mode for lovers to treat their mistresses.
Gripe, Modes ! I tell you, Mrs. Joyner, I hate modes and forms.
Mrs, Joyn, You must send for something to entertain her with.
Gripe, Again entertaining ! — we will be to each other a feast.
Mrs. Joyh, I shall be ashamed, in truly, your worship. — Besides, the young gentlewoman will despise you.
Gripe, I shall content her, I warrant you ; leave it to me.
Mrs, Joyn, [Aside,] I am sure you will not content me, if you will not content her; 'tis as impossible for a man to love and be a miser, as to love and be wise, as they say.
Gripe, While you talk of treats, you starve my eyes ; I long to see the fair one ; fetch her hither.
Mrs, Joyn, I am ashamed she should find me so abominable a liar ; I have so praised you to her, and, above all your virtues, your liberality ; which is so great a virtue, that it often excuses youth, beauty, courage, wit, or anything.
Gripe. Pish, pish ! 'tis the virtue of fools; every fool can have it.
Mrs. Joyn, And will your worship want it, then? I told her —
Gripe, Why would you tell her anything of me ? you know I am a modest man. But come, if you will have me as extravagant as the wicked, take that and fetch us a treat, as you call it.
Mrs. Joyn, Upon my life a groat ! what will this pur- chase ?
Gripe, Two black pots of ale and a cake, at the cellar. — Come, the wine has arsenic in't
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Mrs.Joyn, \Aside.'\ Well, I am mistaken, and my hopes are abused : I never knew any man so mortified a miser, that he would deny his lechery anything ; I must be even with thee then another way. \Exit,
Gripe, These useful old women are more exorbitant and craving in their desires than the young ones in theirs. These prodigals in white perukes spoil 'em both ; and that's the reason, when the squires come under my clutches, I make 'em pay for their folly and mine, and 'tis but conscience :— oh, here comes the fair one at last!
Re-enter Mrs. Jovner leading in Lucy, who fiangs back- wards as she enters.
Lucy, Oh Lord, there's a man, godmother !
Mrs, Joyn, Come in, child, thou art so bashful —
Lucy, My mother is from home too, I dare not
Mrs, Joyn, If she were here, she'd teach you better manners.
Lucy, I'm afraid she'd be angry.
Mrs. Joyn, To see you so much an ass.— Come along, I say.
Gripe, Nay, speak to her gently ; if you won't, I will.
Lticy. Thank you, sir.
Gripe, Pretty innocent ! there is, I see, one left of her age ; what hap have I ! Sweet little gentlewoman, come sit down by me.
Lucy, I am better bred, I hope, sir.
Gripe. You must sit down by me.