A COMEDY, IN FIVE ACTS.-BY PHILIP MASS INGER. WELLBORN discovered, in tattered apparel, knocking at the Alehouse-door; TAPWELL and FROTH come from the house. Well. No credit? nor no liquor? Tap. Not a suck, sir; Not the remainder of a single can, Left by a drunken porter. WATCHALL. VINTNER. TAILOR. SERVANTS. LADY ALLWORTE. MARGARET. ABIGAIL. TABITHA. FROTH. Tap. Advance your Plymouth cloak, There dwells, and within call, if it please your That does command a citadel, call'd the stocks; A potent monarch, call'd the constable, [worship, Such as with great dexterity will hale Your threadbare, tatter'd Well. Rascal! slave! Froth. No rage, sir. Tap. At his own peril. Do not put yourself In too much heat, there being no water near Froth. Not the dropping of the tap for your To quench your thirst; and other drink, I take it, morning's draught, sir: Rogue, what am I? 'Tis verity, I assure you. Well. Verity, you brach! The devil turned precisian? Tap. Troth, durst I trust you with a lookingglass, To let you see your trim shape, you would quit me, Well. How? dog! (Raising his cudgel.) K You must no more remember; not in a dream, sir. Well. Why, thou unthankful villain, dar'st thou talk thus? Is not thy house, and all thou hast, my gift? Tap. I find it not in chalk; and Timothy Tapwell Does keep no other register. Well. Am not I he, Whose riots fed and cloth'd thee? Wert thou not Born on my father's land, and proud to be A drudge in his house? Tap. What I was, sir, it skills not; My quondam master, was a man of worship; Reliev'd the poor, and so forth; but he dying, Late master Francis, but now forlorn Wellborn- You cannot out of your way. [gallant, Tap. You were then a lord of acres, the prime And I your under butler.. O you'd merry time of't; hawks and bounds, Well. Some curate hath penn'd this invective, And you have studied it. [mongrel, Tap. I have not done yet; Your land gone, and your credit not worth a token, You grew the common borrower; no man 'scap'd And keeps her reputation pure and clear. But, 'pr'ythee, tell me, Has she no suitors? Allw. E'en the best of the shire, Frank, My lord excepted; such as sue and send, And send and sue again; but to no purpose. Their frequent visits have not gain'd her presence; Yet she's so far from sullenness and pride, That, I dare undertake, you shall meet from her A liberal entertainment. Well. I doubt it not. Now, Allworth, listen to me, And mark my counsel: I am bound to give it. Allw. I thank your noble care; but pray you, in what Do I run the hazard? Well. Art thou not in love? Put it not off with wonder. Allw. In love? Well. You think you walk in clouds, but are transparent. I've heard all, and the choice that you have made; Allw. Howe'er you have discover'd my intents, Will e'er consent to make her thine? Give o'er, Allw. You have well advis'd me. You know my fortune, and my means; yet something I can spare from myself, to help your wants. Well. How's this? Aller. Nay, be not angry. From a boy? one that lives (Offers him money.) At the devotion of a stepmother, I'll eat my arms first. Howsoe'er blind Fortune |