BORNWELL

How how? Whats the matter? Angry sweet heart? In what Aretina? Dost thou accuse me? have I not obeyed All thy desires, against mine own opinion, Quit the country, and removed the hope Of our return, by sale of that fair Lordship We lived in, changed a calm and retire life For this wild town, composed of noise and charge. I am not ignorant, how much Nobility Flows in your blood, your kinsmen great and powerful, It h State, but with this loose not your memory Of being my wife, I shall be studious Madam to give the dignity of your birth All the best ornaments which become my fortune But would not flatter it, to ruin both, And be the fable of the town, to teach Other men lose of wit by mine, employed To serve your vast expenses. I could accuse the gaiety of your wardrobe, And prodigal embroideries under which Rich Sattens, Plushes, cloth of Silver, dare Not show their own complexions, your jewels Able to burn out the Spectators eyes, And show Like Bonfires on you by the tapers, Something might here be spared, which safely of Your birth and honour, since the truest wealth, Shines from the soul, and draws up just admirers, I could urge something more: But are not come to that repentance yet, Should teach you skill enough to raise your profit, You look not through the subtlety of Cards, And mysteries of Dice, nor can you save Charge with the box, buy petticoats and purles, And keep your family by the precious income, Nor do I wish you should, my poorest servant Shall not upbraid my tables, nor his hire Purchased beneath my honour, you make play Not a Pastime but a tyranny, and vex Your self and my estate by't. Another game you have, which consumes more Your fame than purse, you revels in the night, Your meetings called the Ball, to which appear, As to the Court of Pleasure, all your gallants, And Ladies thither bound by a Subpena Of Venus, and small Cupid's high displeasure, 'Tis but the family of love translated Into more costly sin, there was a play on't, And had the Poet not been bribed to a modest Expression of your Antic gambols, in't, Some darks had been discovered, and the deeds too, In time he may repent and make some blush. To see the second partly danced on the Stage; My thoughts acquit you for dishonouring me By any foul act, but the virtuous know, 'Tis not enough to clear our selves, but the Suspicions of our shame. I would done, and howsoever My language my appear to you, it carries No other than my fair and just intent To your delights without curb to their modest, And noble freedom. I have No great ambition to buy preferment At so deer rate. I know not Madam, But you pursue these ways. In the strict sense of honesty I dare Make oath, they are Innocent. How was that? But carries some unkind sense. What cheating gallants this? Did they ask for me? It matters not, they must be welcome. Wait on em: my Lady will return again, I have to such a height fulfil worser her humour, All applications dangerous, these gallants Must be received or she will fallen into A tempest, and the house be shook with names Of all her kindred, 'tis a servitude, I may in time shake off. Save you gentlemen. What day is it abroad? Leaving this subject, what games now on foot What exercise carries the general vote? Oath town now nothing moves without your knowledge, When shall we have More Booths and Bagpipes upon Banstead downs, No mighty raze is expected, but my Lady returns. What do's the Goldsmith think the Pearl is worth. You borrowed of my Lady? She has many other toys whose fashion you, Will Like extremely, you have no intention To buy any of her Jewels. You had rather fell perhaps, but leaving this, I hope you'll dine with us. You borrowed it to copy out the Posy. Now my Lady Is troubled as she feared to be eclipsd, This news will cost me somewhat. Take me to your embraces gentlemen And tutor me. And sing and dance, I long to see this beauty, I wood feign loose a hundred pounds at dice now, Thou shalt have another gown and petticoat, To morrow will you fell my running horses? We have no Greek wine in the house I think, Pray send one of our footmen to the Merchant, And throw the hogsheads of March-bear into The kennel, to make room for Sacks and Clarret, What think you to be drunk yet before dinner? We will have constant music and maintain Them and their Fiddles in fantastic liveries, I'll tune my voice to catches, I must have My dining room enlarged to invite Ambassadors, Weel feast the parish in the fields, and teach The Military men new discipline, Who shall charge all their new Artillery With Oringes and Lemonds, boy to play All dinner upon our capons. I will do any thing to please my Lady, Let that suffice and kiss oath same condition, I am converted, do not you dispute But patiently allow the miracle. Enter Servant. Do, while I give new directions to my Steward. 'Tis the bounty Of your sweet disposition Madam, make me Your servant Lady by her fair example, To favour me — I never knew one turn Her cheek to a gentleman that came to kiss her But sha'd a stinking breath; your servant gentlemen, Will Sent love how is't? Madam, I have business With you. I hear you have and excellent wit Madam, I see your fair Y'ave and excellent voice; They say you catch it from a dying Swan, Which joined to the sweet harmony of your lute, You ravish all mankind. Go to, I see you are a wag. I can love you in my wedlock, As well as that young gallant, oath first hair, Or the knight Bachelor, and can return As amorous delight to thy soft bosom. My Surgeon Madam I know not how you valve my abilities, But I dare undertake, as much, to express My service to your Ladyship, and with As fierce ambition, fly to your commands, As the most valiant of these, 'lay siege to you. How Madam? I have a wife indeed, Yare in the right I must confess y'ave hit, And bled me in a master vein. I dare, By this fair hand, I dare, and ask a pardon If my rude words offend thy innocence, Which in a form so beautiful, would shine To force a blush in them suspected it, And from the rest draw wonder. You much honour me, Nay all must join to make a harmony. I have nothing now, Madam, but to beseech After a pardon for my boldness, you Would give occasion to pay my gratitude, I have a house will be much honoured If you vouchsafe your presence, and a wife Desires to present her self your servant, I Came with the ambition to invite you, Deny me not, your person you shall trust On fair security. You grace me Sir William Sentlove — Ladies you will vouchsafe Your company. 'Tis time to rise. You return welcome Madam, you are better Read in your art I hope then to be frighted With any shape of anger, when you bring Such news to gentlemen, Madam you shall Soon understand how I accept the office. Coze you must be patient, My Lady meant you no dishonour, and You must remember she's a woman. How's this? A conspiracy. Why, how now Aretina? What alone? The mystery of this solitude? my house Turn desert o'the sudden, all the gamesters Blown up? Why is the music put to silence? Or would their instruments caught a cold, since we Gave e'm the last heat? I must know thy ground Of Melancholy. I Feel her yet warm upon my lip, she is Most excellent company, I did not think There was that sweetness in her sex, I must Acknowledge it thy cure to disenchant me From a dull husband to and active lover, With such a Lady, I could spend more years, Than since my birth my glass hath run minutes, And yet be young, her presence has a spell To keep off age, she has and eye would strike Fire through and adamant. Do you speak Aretina, This with a pure sense to commend, or I The mockery of my praise What should this mean? this is no jealousy, Or she believes I counterfeit, I feel Something within me, Like a heat, to give Her cause, would Celestina but consent, What a frail thing is man, it is not worth Our glory to be chaste, while we deny Mirth and converse with women, he is good That dares the tempter, you corrects his blood. Exit. Ye Tortoises, why make you no more haste, Go pay to'th master of the house that money, And tell the noble gamesters, I have another Superf vous thousand pound, at night isle visit em. Dee hear? What should a gentleman be sad? A transitory sum, as good that way As another. I had rather loose a thousand more, than one Sad thought come near my heart fort, vex for trash, Although it go from othermen Like drops. Of their life blood, we loose with the alacrity, We drink a cup of sack, or kiss a Mistress, No money is considerable with a gamester, They have souls more spacious than Kings, did two Gamesters divide the Empire of the world They worser make one throw for't all, and he that lost Be no more melancholy, then to have played for A morning draught, vex a rich soul for dirt, The quiet of whose every thought is worth A Province: Hang pawning, fell outright, and the fears over. I forgotten To bid the fellow ask my Jeweller, Whither the chain of Diamonds be made up, I will present it to my Lady Bellamour, Fair Celestina. I have invited A covey of Ladies, and as many gentlemen To morrow to the Italian Ordinary, I shall have rarities, and regalli as To pay for Madam, music, wanton songs, And tunes of silken petticoats to dance to. By that time Your play inclines to the Epilogue, shall we quit our Italian host, and whirl in coaches, To the Douch Magazine of sauce, the Stillyard, Where deal, and backragge, and what strange wine else, They dare but give a name too in the reckoning Shall flow into our room, and drown Westphalias, Tongues, and Anchoavis, Like some little town Endangered by a sluice, through whose fierce ebb We wade and wash our selves into a boat, And bid our Coachmen drive their leather tenements By land, while we sail home with a fresh tide To some new rendezvous. Have you no Ladies i'th next room, to advance A present mirth? What a dull house you govern? Farewell, a wife's no company— Aretina, J've summed up my estate, and find we may have A month good yet I'll over Sea, And trail a pike, with watching, marching, lying In trenches, with enduring cold, and hunger, And taking here and there a musketshot, I can earn every week four shillings Madam, And if the bullets favour me to snatch Any superfluous limb, when I return With good friends, I despair not to be entold Poor Knight of Windsor; for your course Madam, No doubt you may do well, your friends are great, Or if your poverty, and their pride cannot Agree, you need not trouble much invention, To find a trade to live by, there are customers, Farewell, be frolic Madam, if I live I will feast all my senses, and not fallen Less than a Phaeton from my throne of Pleasure, Though my estate flame Like the world about me. Your Lordship Does me and honour. Why whats the matter Ma dam? Your eyes are tuning Lachrimae. I'll wait upon your Lordship presently. Dearer now Than ever to my bosom, thou shat please Me best to live at thy own choice, I did But fright thee with a noise of my expenses, The sums are safe, and we have wealth enough, If yet we use it nobly? My Lord— Madam, Pray honour to night. I know not how my Aretina May be disposed to morrow for the country. You grace us Madam. Your offence requires Humility. Our pleasures cool, music, and when our Ladies Are tired with active motion, to give Them rest in some new rapture to advance Full mirth, our souls shall leap into a dance. Though you weigh Me in a partial scale my heart is honest, And must take liberty to think you have Obeyed no modest counsel to effect, Nay study ways of pride and costly ceremony, Your change of gaudy furniture and pictures Of this Italian Master, and that Dutchmnas, Your mighty looking-glasses Like Artillery; Brought whom on Engines, the superfluous plate, Antic and novel, vanities of tires, Fourscore pound suppers for my Lord your kinsman, Banquets for tother Lady, aunt, and cozens, And perfumes that exceed all train of servants, To stifle us at home and show abroad More motley than the French, or the Venetian About your Coach whose rude Postillion Must pester every narrow lane, till passengers And tradesmen curse your choking up their stalls; And common cries pursue your Ladyship, For hindering o'their market. I could wish Madam You would not game so much. Sheele instantly appear, To the discredit of your compliment, But you express your wit thus. I pray do sir. I long to see her too, Madam I have Thought upon't and corrected my opinion, Pursue what ways of pleasure your desires Incline you too, not only with my state, But with my person I will follow you, I see the folly of my thrift, and will Repent in Sack and prodigality To your own hearts content. What of him? By whose directions? Let me speak with him Before he see his Aunt, I do not Like it. Mr. Frederick welcome I expected not So soon your presence, what's the hasty cause? Your Tutor gives you a handsome character Frederick, and is sorry your Ants pleasure Commands you from your studies, but I hope You have no quarrel to the liberal arts, Learning is and addition beyond Nobility of birth, honour of blood Without the ornament of knowledge is A glorious ignorance. 'Tis pity a rash indulgence should corrupt So fair a Genius, she's here, isle observe. Into what mischief will this humour ebb? She will undo the boy, I see him ruined, My patience is not manly, but I must Use stratagem to reduce her, open ways Give me no hope. Exit. Your pardon noble Lady, that I have Presumed a stranger to your knowledge. With their consent. Why you are bitter Madam. You shall if please you Madam. Fine! certificate? But may be more familiar, I have those That dare make affidavit for my body. I have other business Madam, you keep music, I came to try how you can dance. I have no more patience, lets be merry again In our own language, Madam our mirth cools, Our Nephew! Enter Frederick. 'Tis pity Madam such a syen should Be lost, but you are clouded. I could play with a feather, your fan Lady, Gentlemen, Aretina, ta ra ra ra, come Madam. Come Nephew, You will excuse a minutes absence Madam. Wait you on us. Brave soul, you brace of horseleeches, I have herd Their barbarous language Madam, yare too merciful, They shall be silent to your tongue, pray punish e'm. What then? And J do rather Be Lord one month of pleasures, to the height And rapture of our senses, than be years, Consuming what we have in foolish temperance, Live in the dark, and no fame wait upon us, I will live so, posterity shall stand At gaze when I am mentioned. I follow. It must become me to attend you home. Doo't you drudges, Ta ra ra— Aretina. Wonderful! I wonot hear you above that proportion, She talks of heaven, come, where must we to counsel?