FIDO

I so he must sir, but in you there's small resemblance of one. Yet you may live with more credit, at a competent rate as your land will allow you. All this sir is a grace to you, if you conceive it. But now you know the danger, you may prevent it. You may scorn my advice, but when 'tis too late— But when all's gone, where's your respect, and gentili ty then? If you can hold in this vain 'tis more lasting then a mineral. Well sir, I could willingly wait upon you in the way of honour and reputation. I see yet in his good nature a reluctancy against ill courses, he has not quite shaked off his humanity, there are Hope's to reclaim him; if not sir gallant, when all is spent, the return of this money will be grateful; and so farewell. He has no sense of his misery, a strong stupidity, a lethargy has possessed him: his disease is infectious, it has caught hold of his estate, & brought that into a consumption. I know not what to apply, when remedies are hurt full, give him good counsel, and you poison him. Fitter indeed the right Heir should have had it: you might do well to turn your compassion upon him: a poor injured Gentleman, and stands equal in your blood. Look you sir. Pray stand by, here he comes with his train. Nay sir, 'tis as I told you, you may as soon recall and ar row when 'tis flying, or a stone from precipice, as reclaim him. Hang them fellows so sordid, that no disgrace can stick upon them, they are choice company; for there's hard lie the Like of them. A man cannot discern the ground of their discourse for oaths, unless you were divorced from all reason, you would not be wedded to such acquaintance. Sir, could my power produce forth any thing Worthy your acceptation, or my service, I would with hazard of my life perform it. So much I owe your virtues, so much pity Your injuries; but this poor task so easy, Consisting more of policy, then danger, Gives not my love and equal testimony. By all curcumstance I could conjecture, I read in her looks A strange disturbance. When I gave the ring, A Letter to her, as if joy and fear, Had run on several arrants, and returned, Swift as her thoughts, and spoke her love in silence. She is a Mine, A storehouse of all beauty, all content: Her brow a bank of pleasure; her bright eyes The chief and only mover of your love, So multiplied their flames, that they appeared To me most Like a firmament of fires, Yet chaster then the Vestal; and below Clouded with sorrow, which dropped pearls for you, And do's enclose a soul richer then it, Wherein is locked the wardrobe of all virtues; Yet sure that soul had left her mansion, But that she stays to bid you welcome thither. Sir, this is Captain Whibble, the Town stale, For all cheating employments: a parasite Of a new sect: none of your foothing Varletts, But a swearing Sycophant, that frights a man Into a belief of his worth; his Dialect Is worse then the report of a Cannon, And deafs a stranger with tales of his valour, Till his conclusion be to borrow money. His company is a Cipher in the reckoning, That helps to multiply it: your deer brother Admires his discipline, and will swear to it. Sir, this is His prime associate. I'll lay a hundred pound, I guess by his physiognomy his business, He is either trudging now unto a broaker, Or to invite some new heir to a breakfast, To seal for the commodity; or else Wandering abroad to skelder for a shilling Amongst your bowling alleys; most commonly There lies his scene: or perhaps man some whore, A province that he usually adorns. His valour? it's the least Thing to be feared, he has not one spark in him To kindle a true anger. Yes very feign sir, if you durst attempt it. Then you may lie by the Lee, and mend it. How, you a Captain? I rather believe That you are one of those that upon service, Were seen to carry Tomkins in your Guns, And made a shift to discharge a league of: Was it not so? that might take up your bullet, And shoot again, and do no hurt with it. You a man of war? How slave, and stinkard, since you are so stout, I will see your Commission ere I partly. I am grappled with you, And will hang by your side, till you be calmer, And be so, or I'll lay my trident on you. Come to your tacklings. Sir this will not appease me, I must have satisfaction. This will not satisfy me. But I must have you leave your swearing first, And be temperate. No, not as you are virtuous. But if I come, and lose my labour, what follows? I'll belabour you the next time I meet you. I, and as glad he has escaped from me, As from the Syrtes. Yes did you observe him? There's nothing can discountenance him, still This is his posture, he were excellent, To venture at a Lottery. I do not think he would ever draw a blank. The jest is behind to see, In what a miserable perplexity, He will be put to entertain us. Something about the Captain. Take beed sir, There may be plots, but little policy, Fortune and love, are insolent, and ticklish. It a mad jest: but is this all your plot? You never knew a man of less experience, I do not ken one Rock, or Shelf, and Love Has many. How now what Planet struck? how do you sir? This 'tis to be in love: what alterations It breeds? it makes a man forget his friends. Come sir be merry, your project has took. She fell into her fit, soon as she read it, And tore the papers and talked idly, and showed The symptoms of the prettiest lunacy. What have you lost your speech? those folded arms, And rownes, express a sorrow, more then love. His eyes, though fixed upon their object, show The wandering sphere of his disturbed mind, Is whirled about in error. Pray look up sir. Why whats the matter? You do but jest sure Come come, these are but qualms of jealousy. I think he means to be mad himself too: Your reprehensions are too general: For by these words your own Valeria suffers. Is your Valeria false? In my conscience You wrong her, this is nothing but the abundance Of love; will you go and sup with the Captain? And driven away melancholy. Then I'll go seek Your brother out, and he shall go along with me: I'll show him with a perspective i'faith, What a brave Captain he has: he shall be In a disguise, as my Companion, Then if he will maintain a Paradox, That he is either valiant, or honest, I'll be made the scorn of their company. You have a good handsome Hostess, I perceive Captain. Captain here is a friend, that I would willingly come mend to your acquaintance. This is not the business we come about sir. Well sir, your excuse shall prevail, we are not in exorable upon extremity. Captain I have another thing to propound to you, here is a friend of mine has lately received injury from one Master Careless, and upon debatement of the matter, this Gentleman is so apprehensive of his disgrace, that he can not possible put it up with safety of his reputation, and therefore desires to have it determined in plain field. Now as he is in formed, his adversary accepts of it, and has chosen you for his patron in the quarrel. Then you disclaim to have any hand in the Actium. Do you think no better of him, Captain? if he be so unworthy, I would advice you not to meddle with him. Yet you keep him company, Captain. Save you Gentlemen. Come down on your knees sir. I'll undertake for that sir if you will yield to a motion. Then thus: you are rich, and your Nephew Aurelio here is poor, yet he was born to and inheritance; now do you but confer something presently upon him, and assure him the rest after your death, and I'll promise they shall ob serve you with as much obsequiousness, as you desire. Why Master Littlegood shall give him his Land again. Is this your Tapster Captain? How, make her mad, what do you expect from that: what can you gain by the lose of her wits? And do you prize The satisfying of a lewd desire So much, to rob your Mistress of her senses? Can you accuse her of inconstancy? Or tax her of dishonesty? Or will you Prove false to her? what miscief do you intend? What Hope's can you conceive, that may secure So great a sin from Heavens just punishment? Have you a drug or incantation, And think to make her senseless of her grief, With the privation of her understanding? If you do, you must employ Some other messenger. Let me advice you Keep her in her right mind while you have her: Love of it self is and illusive spirit, And will enough distract her without help. Then men begin to understand their good, When they have lost it, and and envious eye Seeks after virtue when it is extinct, That hated it alive. Sir you speak truth, upon my knowledge that, He is as slippery, as and Eel, in love, And wriggles in and out, sir, at his pleasure; He can as easily dispense with vows, As swear them; and can at a minutes warning, If and occasion serve, supply himself With a continual, and fresh entertainment Of a new Mistress. Nay he is a rare man, And has done many and strange Cures sir.