Bis. Suppose I take through Germany, and drink harder than you?

Dur. Suppose I go to a bawdy house?

Bis. Suppose I shew you the way ?

Dur. 'Sdeath, woman! will you go to the guard with me, and smoke a pipe?

Bis. Allons donc!

Dur. The devil's in the woman!-Suppose I hang myself?

Bis. There I'll leave you,

Dur. And a happy riddance: the gallows is wel

come.

Bis. Hold, hold, şir, [Catches him by the Arm, going.] one word before we part.

Dur. Let me go, madam,-or I shall think that you're a man, and, perhaps, may examine you.

Bis. Stir if you dare; I have still spirits to attend me, and can raise such a muster of fairies, as shall punish you to death.--Come, sir, stand there now, and ogle me: [He frowns upon her.] Now a languishing sigh: [He groans.] Now run, and take my fan,-fast[He runs, and takes it up.] Now play with it handsomely.

er.

Dur. Ay, ay. [He tears it all in pieces. Bis. Hold, hold, dear, humorous coxcomb! Captain, spare my fan, and I'll-Why, you rude, inhuman monster! don't you expect to pay for this? Dur. Yes, madam, there's twelve pence; for that is the price on't.

Bis. Sir, it cost a guinea,

Dur. Well, madam, you shall have the sticks again. [Throws them to her, and exit. Bis. Ha! ha! ha! ridiculous, below my concern! I must follow him, however, to know if he can give

me any news of Oriana.

[Exit

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SCENE IV.

LAMORCE'S Lodgings.

Enter YOUNG MIRABEL.

Y. Mir. Bloody hell-hounds! I overheard you: Was not I, two hours ago, the happy, gay, rejoicing Mirabel? How did I plume my hopes in a fair, coming prospect, of a long scene of years! Life courted me with all the charms of vigour, youth, and fortune; and to be torn away from all my promised joys, is more than death; the manner too, by villains!-0, my Oriana, this very moment might have blessed me in thy arms and my poor boy! the innocent boy! Confusion!-But hush, they come-I must dissemble still. No news of my wine, gentlemen ?

Enter the Four BRAVOES.

A Bra. No, sir; I believe your country booby has lost himself, and we can wait no longer for't:-True, sir, you're a pleasant gentleman, but, I suppose you understand our business?

Y. Mir. Sir, I may go near to guess at your employments; you, sir, are a lawyer, I presume-you a physician-you a scrivener, and you a stock jobber.All cut-throats, egad!

[Aside.

4 Bra. Sir, I am a broken officer; I was cashiered at the head of the army for a coward, so I took up the trade of murder, to retrieve the reputation of my

courage.

3 Bra. I am a soldier too, and would serve my king; but I don't like the quarrel, and I have more honour than to fight in a bad cause.

2 Bra. I was bred a gentleman, and have no estate; but I must have my whore and my bottle, through the prejudice of education.

1 Bra. I am a ruffian too; by the prejudice of edu

cation, I was bred a butcher.-In short, sir, if your wine had come, we might have trifled a little longer. -Come, sir, which sword will you fall by ? mine, sir? 2 Bra. Or mine? 3 Bra. Or mine?

4 Bra. Or mine?

[Draws,

[Draws.

[Draws.

Y. Mir. I scorn to beg my life; but to be butchered thus!-O, there's the wine!-this moment for [Knocking.] my life or death.

Enter ORIANA.

Lost! for ever lost!--Where's the wine, child? [Faintly. Oriana. Coming up, sir, Stamps.

Enter DURETETE with his Sword drawn, and six of the GRAND MUSQUETEERS, with their Pieces presented; the RUFFIANS drop their Swords.-ORIANA goes off. Y. Mir. The wine, the wine, the wine! Youth, pleasure, fortune, days and years, are now my own again! Ah, my dear friends! did not I tell you, this wine would make me merry?-Dear captain, these gentlemen are the best natured, facetious, witty creatures, that ever you knew.

Enter LAMORce.

Lam. Is the wine come, sir?

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Y. Mir. O yes, madam, the wine is comethere! [Pointing to the SOLDIERS.] Your ladyship has got a very fine ring upon your finger.

Lam. Sir, 'tis at your service.

Y. Mir. O ho! is it so? Thou dear seven hundred pound, thou'rt welcome home again, with all my heart!-Ad's my life, madam, you have got the finest built watch there! Tompion's, I presume?

Lam. Sir, you may wear it.

Y. Mir. O madam, by no means, 'tis too muchRob you of all!-[Taking it from her.] Good, dear time, thou'rt a precious thing, I'm glad I have retrie

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ved thee. [Putting it up.] What, my friends neglected all this while! Gentlemen, you'll pardon my complaisance to the lady. How now! is it civil to be so out of humour at my entertainment, and I so pleased with yours?-Captain, you're surprised at all thisbut we're in our frolics, you must know.-Some wine here!

Enter SERVANT, with Wine.

Come, captain, this worthy gentleman's health.
[Tweaks the First BRAVOE by the Nose; he roars.
But now, where-where's my dear deliverer, my boy,
my charming boy?

1 Bra. I hope some of our crew below stairs have dispatched him.

Y. Mir. Villain, what say'st thou ? dispatched! I'll have ye all tortured, racked, torn to pieces alive, if you have touched my boy.-Here, page! page! page! [Runs out.

Dur. Here, gentlemen, be sure you secure those fellows.

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1 Bra. Yes, sir, we know you, and your guard will very civil to us.

Dur. Take them to justice. [The GUARDS carry off the BRAVOES.] Now for you, madam ;- -He! he! he! I'm so pleased to think that I shall be revenged of one woman, before I die.-Well, Mrs Snap Dragon, which of these honourable gentlemen is so happy to call you wife?

1 Bra. Sir, she should have been mine to-night, cause Sampre, here, had her last night.-Sir, she's very true to us all four.

Enter OLD MIRABEL, DUGARD, and Bisarre.

Old Mir. Robin! Robin!-Where's Bob? where's my boy-What, is this the lady? a pretty creature, 'faith!-Harkye, child, because my son was so civil as to oblige you with a coach, I'll treat you with a cart, indeed I will.

Dug. Ay, madam, and you shall have a swinging equipage; three or four thousand footmen at your heels, at least.

Dur. No less becomes her quality.

Bis. Faugh! the monster!

Dur. Monster! ay, you're all a little monstrous, let me tell you.

Enter YOUNG MIRABEL.

Old Mir. Ah, my dear Bob! art thou safe, man? Y. Mir. No, no, sir, I am ruined: the saver of my life is lost!

Old Mir. No, he came and brought us the news.
Y. Mir. But where is he?

Enter ORIANA.

Ha! [Runs and embraces her.] My dear preserver! what shall I do to recompense your trust?-Father, friends, gentlemen, behold the youth that has relieved me from the most ignominious death!-Command me, child; before you all-before my late so kind, indulgent stars, I swear to grant whate'er you ask.

Oriana. To the same stars, indulgent now to me, I will appeal, as to the justice of my claim: I shall demand but what was mine before-the just performance of your contract to Oriana. [Discovering herself. Omnes. Oriana!

Oriana. In this disguise I resolved to follow you abroad, counterfeited that letter, that brought me into your service; and so, by this strange turn of fate, I became the instrument of your preservation: few common servants would have had such cunning; my love inspired me with the meaning of your message, because my concern for your safety made me suspect your company.

Dur. Mirabel, you're caught,

Y. Mir. Caught! I scorn the thought of imposition-Caught! No, 'tis my voluntary act; this was