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keep what company I think fit, and not what you Sir Phi. Aye, aye, madam; he would dissect shall direct-I will.
you. Trade. For my part, I do think all this ve Trade. Or, pore over you through a microreasonable, Mrs Lovely—Tis fit you should scope, to see how your blood circulates from the have your liberty, and for that very purpose I crown of your head to the sole of your footam come.
Ha, ha! but I have a husband for you, a man
that knows how to improve your fortune; one Enter MR PERIWINKLE and OBADIAH PRIM, that trades to the four corners of the globe. with a letter in his hand.
Mrs Love. And would send me for a venture, Per. I have bought some black stockings of perhaps. your husband, Mrs Prim; but he tells me the glo Trade. One that will dress you in all the pride ver's trade belongs to you; therefore, I pray of Europe, Asia, Africa, and America—a Dutch you, look me out five or six dozen of mourning merchant, my girl. gloves, such as are given at funerals, and send Sir Phi. A Dutchman! Ha, ha; there's a husthem to my house.
band for a fine lady. Ya frow, will you ineet Oba. Prim. My friend Periwinkle has got a myn slapen-Ha, ha! he'll learn you to talk the good wind-fall to-day-seven hundred a-year. language of the hogs, inadam, ha, ha!
Mrs Prim. I wish thee joy of it, neighbour. Trade. He'll learn you, that one merchant is of Trade. What, is sir Toby dead, then? more service to a nation than fifty coscombs.Per. He is! You'll take care, Mrs Prim? The Dutch know the trading interest to be of Mrs Prim. Yea, I will, neighbour.
more benefit to the state, than the landed. Oba. Prim. This letter recommendeth a speak Sir Phi. But what is either interest to a lady? er; 'tis froin Aininadab Holdfast, of Bristol;
Trade. 'Tis the merchant makes the belleperadventure, he will be here this night; there- | How would the ladies sparkle in the box without fure, Sarah, do thou take care for his reception, the merchant? The Indian diamond! The
(Gives her the letter. French brocade! The Italian fan! The FlanMrs Prim. I will obey thee.
ders lace! The fine Dutch holland ! How would
[Erit Mrs Prim. they vent their scandal over their tea-tables ? Oba. Prim. What art thou in the dumps for, And where would your beaux have Champagne Anne?
to toast their mistresses, were it not for the merTrade. We must marry her, Mr Prim.
chant ? Oba. Prim. Why, traly, if we could find a hus Oba. Prim. Verily, neighbour Tradelove, thou band worth having, I should be as glad to see her dost waste thy breath about nothing---All that married as thou wouldst, neighbour.
thou hast said, tendeth only to debauch youth, Per. Well said; there are but few worth ha- and fill their heads with the pride and luxury of ving.
this world-The merchant is a very great friend Trade. I can recommend you a man, now, to satan, and sendeth as many to his dominions that I think you can none of you have an objec- as the pope. tion to.
Per. Right; I say knowledge makes the man.
Oba. Prim. Yea, but not thy kind of know, Enter Sır Pøilip MODELOVE.
ledge-It is the knowledge of truth. Search
thou for the light within, and not for baubles, Per. You recommend! Nay, whenever she friend. marries, I'll recommend the husband
Mrs Love. Ah, study your country's good, Mr Sir Phi. What must it be, a whale or a rhino- Periwinkle, and not her insects. "Rid you of ceros, Mr Periwinkle? Ha, ha, ha! Mr Trade your home-bred monsters, before you fetch any lore, I have a bill upon you—[Gives him a paper] from abroad LI dare swear, you have maggots
- and have been seeking for you all over the enough in your own brain, to stock all the virtutown.
osos in Europe with butterflies. Trade. I'll accept it, sir Philip, and pay
it Sir Phi. By my soul, miss Nancy's a wit ! wben due.
Oba. Prim. That is more than she can say hy Per. He shall be none of the fops at your end thee, friend-Look ye, it is in vain to talk; when of the town, with full perokes and empty skulls, I meet a man wortiiy of her, she shall have my por yet any of your trading gentry, who puzzle leave to marry hin. the heralds to find arms for their coaches.' No; Mrs Love. Provided he be of the faithfulhe shall be a man famous for travels, solidity, and was there ever such a swarm of caterpillars to curiosity; one who has searched into the profun- blast the hopes of a woman “[Aside. ) --- Inow dity of nature! When Heaven shall direct such this, that you contend in vain : I'll have no husa one, he shall have my consent, because it may band of your choosing, nor shall you lord it over turn to the benefit of mankind.
me long—I'll try the power of an English sepate Mrs Love. The benefit of mankind! What, -Orphans have been redressed, and wills set would you anatomize me?
aside----And none did ever deserve their pity Vol. II.
more---Oh, Fainwell! Where are thy promises Mrs Prim. No, alas! she's one of the unto free me from these vermin? Alas! the task godly. was more difficult than he imagined !
Oba. Prim. Pray thee, mind what this good
man will say unto thee; he will teach thee the A harder task than what the poets tell way that thou shouldest walk, Anne. Of yore, the fair Andromeda betel;
Mrs Love. I know my way without his inShe' but one monster feared, I've four to fear, struction : I hoped to have been quiet when once And see no Perseus, no deliverer near. I had put on your odious formality here.
[Exit Mrs Lovely, Col. Then thou wearest it out of compulsion,
not choice, friend? Enter Servant, and whispers to PRIM.
Mrs Love. Thou art in the right of it, friend. Ser. One Simon Pure inquireth for thee.
Mrs Prim. Art thou not ashamed to mimic Per. The woman is mad.
[Erit. the good man? Ah, thou art a stubborn girl! Sir Phil. So you are all, in my opinion. [Exit. Col. Mind her not; she hurteth not me If
Oba. Prim. Friend Tradelove, business requi- thou wilt leave her alone with me, I will; discuss reth inny presence:
some few points with her, that may, perchance, Trade. Oh, 1 shan't trouble you--Pox take him soften her stubbornness, and melt her into comfor an unmannerly duy!--flowever, I have kept pliance. my word with my Dutchman, and will introduce Oba. Prim. Content: I pray thee, put it home him too, for all you.
[Erit. to her. Come, Sarah, let us leave the good man
with her. Enter Colonel, in a quaker's habit.
Mrs Love. (Catching hold of Prim; he breaks Oba. Prim. Friend Pure, thou art welcome; loose, and exit.] What do you mean—to leave how is it with friend Holdfast, and all friends in me with this old enthusiastical canter? Don't Bristol? Timothy Littleworth, John Slenderbrain, think, because I complied with your formality, and Christopher Keepfaith?
to impose your ridiculous doctrine upon me. Col. A goodly company !--- Aside.]— They are Col. I pray thee, young woman, moderate thy all in health, I thank thee for thein.
passion. Oba. Prim. Friend Holdfast writes me word, Mrs Love. I pray thee, walk after thy leader; that thou camest lately from Pennsylvania. How you will but lose your labour upon me.—These do all friends there?
wretches will certainly make me mad! Col. What the devil shall I say? I know just Col. I am of another opinion; the spirit tellas much of Pennsylvania, as I do of Bristol. eth me I shall convert thee, Anne.
Mrs Love. 'Tis a lying spirit; don't believe it. Oba. Prim. Do they thrive?
Col. Say'st thou so? Why, then, thou shalt Col. Yea, friend; the blessing of their good convert me, my angel. (Catching her in his arms. works falls
Mrs Love. (Shrieks.] Ah! monster, hold off,
or I'll tear thy eyes out. Enter MRs Prim and MRS LOVELY.
Col. Hush! for Heaven's sake- dost thou not Oba. Prim. Sarah, know our friend Pure. know me? I am Fainwell, Mrs Prim. Thou art welcome.
Mrs Love, Fainwell! [Enter old Prim.] Oh,
[He salutes her. I'm undone ! Prim here I wish, with all my Col. Here comes the sum of alī my wishes-- soul, I had been dumb ! Ilow charming she appears, even in that dis Oba. Prim. What is the maiter? Why did'st
(Aside. thou shriek out, Anne? Oba. Prim. Why dost thou consider the mai Mrs Love. Shriek out! I'll shriek, and shriek den so attentively, friend?
again ; cry murder, thieves, or any thing, to Col. I will tell thee: about four days ago I drown the noise of that eternal babbler, if you saw a vision---This very maiden, but in vain at leave me with him any longer. tire, standing on a precipire; and heard a voice, Oba. Prim. Was that all? Fy, fy, Anne! which called me by my name---and bid me put Col. No matter; I'll bring down her stomach, forth my hand and save her from the pit---I did I'll warrant thee-Leave us, I pray thee. so; and, methought, the damsel grew unto my Oba. Prim. Fare thee well.
Col. My charming, lovely woman! Mrs Prim. What can that portend?
[Embraces her. Oba. Prim. The damsel's conversion----I am Mrs Love. What meanest thou by this dispersuaded.
guise, Fainwell ? Mrs Love. That's false, I'm sure [Aside. Col. To set thee free, if thou wilt perform thy
Obu. Prim. Wilt thou use the means, friend promise. Pure?
Mrs Love. Make me mistress of my fortune, Col. Means! What means? Is she not thy and make thy own conditions. daughter, already one of the faithful?
Col. This night shall answer all my wishes.
See here, I have the consent of three of thy Col. Take thou heed, friend, what thou dost guardians already, and doubt not bui Prim will say ; I do atfirm that I ain Simon Pure. make the fourth.
[Prim listening Sim. Pure. Thy nanie may be Pure, friend, but Oba. Prim. I would gladly hear what argu not that Pure. ments the good man useth to bend her. [Aside. Col. Yea, that Pure, which my good friend,
Mrs Love. Thy words give me new life, me Aminadab Holdfast, wrote to my friend Prim thinks.
about; the same Simon Pure that came froin Oba. Prim. What do I hear?
Pennsylvania, and sojourned in Bristol eleven Mrs Lode. Thou best of men ! Heaven meant days-thou wouldst not take my name from to bless me, sure, when I first saw thee.
me, wouldst thou ?till I have done with it. Obe. Prim. He bath mollified her.-Oh,
[Aside. wonderful conversion !
Sim. Pure. Thy name! I'm astonished ! Col. Ha! Prim listening -No more, my love ; Col. At what? at thy own assurance? we are observed; seem to be edified, and give [Going up to him, Simon Pune starts luck. thein hopes that thou wilt turn quaker, and leave Sim. Pure. Avaunt, Satari ! approach me not; the rest to me. (Aloud.] I am glad to find that I defy thee and all thy works. thou art touched with what I said unto thee, Mrs Love. Oh, he'll outcant him-Undone, i'lAnne; another time I will explain the other ar done for ever.
[Asole. tide unto thee ; in the mean while, be thou du Col. Hark thee, friend, thy sham will not tahe uful to our friend Prim.
-Don't exert thy voice; thou art too well acMrs Love. I shall obey thee in every thing. quainted with Satan to start at him, thou wicked Enter Obadian Prim.
reprobate—What can thy design be here? Oba. Prim. Oh, what a prodigious change
Enter a Servant, and gives Prom a letter. is here ! - Thou hast wrought a miracle, friend! Oba. Prim. One of these must be a counterAnne, bow dost thou like the doctrine he hath feit; but which, I cannot say. preached?
Col. What can that letter be? Aside. Ulrs Love. So well, that could talk to him Sim. Pure. Thou must be the devil, friend, for ever, methinks—I am ashamed of my former that's certain; for no human power can stock so folls, and ask your pardon, Mr Prim.
great a falsehood. Col. Enough, enough, that thou art sorry; he Oba. Prim. This letter sayeth that thou art is no pope, Anne.
better acquainted with that prince of darkness Oba. Prim. Verily, thou dost rejoice me ex than any here.—Read that, I pray thee, Simon. ceedingly, friend; will it please thee to walk into
[Gives it to the COLONEL. the next room, and refresh thyself —Come, Col. 'Tis Freeman's hand—[Reads.). There take the maiden by the hand.
• is a design formed to rob your house this night, Col. We will follow thee.
• and cut your throat; and for that purpose there
. is a man disguised like a quaker, who is to Enter Servant.
pass for one Simon Pure; the gang, whereof I Ser. There is another Simon Pure inquireth am one, though now resolved to rob no more, for thee, master.
• has been at Bristol; one of them came in the Col. The devil there is!
Aside. coach with the quaker, whose name he hath Oba. Prim. Another Simon Pure! I do not • taken; and, from what he hath gathered from know him. Is he any relation of thine ?
• him, formed that design; and did not doubt but Col. No, friend; I know him not-Pox take he should so far impose upon you, as to make him! I wish he were in Pennsylvania again, you turn out the real Simon Pure, and keep with all my soul.
[Aside. • him with you. Make the right use of this. Mrs Love. What shall I do?
[Aside. Oba. Prim. Bring him up.
Oba. Prim. Dost thou hear this? Col. Humph! then one of us must go down;
[To Simon Pur'. that's certain. Now, impudence assist me! Sim. Pure. Yea, but it moveth me not; that,
doubtless, is the impostor. Enter Simon PURE.
[Pointing at the Colonel. Oba. Prim. What is thy will with me, friend? Col. Ah! thou wicked one--now I consider Sim. Pure. Didst thou not receive a letter thy face, I remember thou didst come up in the from Aminadab Holdfast, of Bristol, concerning leathern conveniency with me-thou hadst a one Simon Pure ?
black bob wig on, and a brown camblet coat with Oba. Prim. Yea; and Simon Pure is already brass buttons. -Can'st thou deny it, ha? here, friend.
Sim. Pure. Yea, I can; and with a safe conCol. And Simon Pure will stay here, friend, if science, too, friend. it be possible.
Aside. Oba. Prim. Verily, friend, thou art the most Sim. Pure. That's an untruth; for I am he. impudent villain I ever saw.
Mrs Love. Nay, then, I'll have a fing at him. / a change in our beloved Anne. I came to tell [Aside.)- I remember the face of this fellow at thee that supper stayeth for thee, Bath-Ay, this is he that picked my lady Raffle's Col. I am not disposed for thy food; my spirit pocket in the Grove-Don't you remember longeth for more delicious meat!-Fain would I that the mob pumped you, friend !--This is redeem this maiden from the tribe of sinners, the most notorious rogue
and break those cords asunder wherewith she is Sim. Pure. What does provoke thee to seek my bound—humlife:--Thou wilt not hang me, wilt thou, wrong Mrs Love. Something whispers in my ears, mefully?
thinks—that I must be subject to the will of this Oba. Prim. She will do thee no hurt, nor thou good man, and from him only must hope for shalt do me none; therefore, get thee about thy consolation.-hum.-It also telleth me, that I business, friend, and leave thy wicked course of am a chosen vessel to raise up seed to the faithlife, or thou mayest not conie off so favourably ful; and that thou must consent, that we iwo be every where.
one flesh, according to the word-humCol. Go, friend, I would advise thee; and Oba. Prim. What a revelation is here! This tempt thy fate no more.
is certainly part of thy vision, friend; this is the Sim. Pure. Yea, I will go ; but it shall he to maiden's growing into thy side. Ah! with what thy confusion; for I shall clear myself; I will willingness should I give thee my consent, could return with some proofs, that shall convince I give thee her fortune, too!-- but thou wilt nethee, Obadiah, that thou art highly imposed ver get the consent of the wicked oues. upon.
[Erit. Col. I wish I was sure of yours. [:Aside. Col. Then there will be no stay for me, that's Oba. Prim. My soul rejoiceth; yea, rejoiceth, certain What the devil shall I do? [ Aside. I say, to find the spirit within thee; for lo, it
Oba. Prim. What monstrous works of iniquity noveth thee with natural agitation-yea, with are there in this world, Simon !
natural agitation, towards this good man-yea, Col. Yea, the aye is full of vice—'Sdeath, I am it stirreth, as one may say-yea, verily I say it so confounded, I know not what to say. [Aside. stirreth up thy inclination--yea, as one would
Oba. Prim. Thou art disordered, friend -art stir a pudding. thou not well?
Mrs Love. I see, I see the spirit guiding of Col. My spirit is greatly troubled; and some thy hand, good Obadiah Prim! and now behold thing telleth me, that though I have wrought a thou art signing thy consent;---and now I see good work in converting this maiden, this tender myself within thy arms, my friend and brother, maiden, yet my labour will be in vain: for the yea, I am become bone of thy bone, and flesh of evil spirit fighteth against her; and I see, yea I thy flesh. [Embracing him.-.-humsee with the eye of my inward man, that Satan Col. Admirably performed ! (Aside.)---And I will re-buffet her again, whenever I withdraw will take thee in all spiritual love for an help myself from her; and she will, yea, this very mate, yea, for the wife of my bosom -and damsel will, return again to that abomination from now, methinks -I feel a longing
-yea, whence I have retrieved her, as if it were, yea, a longing, I say, for the consummation of thy as if it were out of the jaws of the fiend.
love, -yea, I do long exceedingly. Oba. Prim. Good lack! thinkest thou so? Mrs Love. And verily, verily, my spirit feeleth
Mrs Love. I must second hiin. Aside.) What the same longing. meaneth this struggling within me! I feel the Alrs Prim. The spirit hath greatly moved spirit resisteth the vanities of this world, but the them both---friend Prim, thou must consent; flesh is rebellious, yea, the flesh-I greatly fear the there's no resisting of the spirit! flesh, and the weakness thereof-hum
Oba. Prim. Yea, the light within sheweth me Oba. Prim. The maid is inspired. [Aside. that I shall fight a good fight--and wrestle
Col. Behold, her light begins to shine forth, through those reprobate fiends, thy other guarExcellent woman!
-yea, 1 perceive the spirit will hedge Mrs Love. This good man hath spoken com- thee into the flock of the righteous.---Thou art a fort unto me, yea comfort, I say; because the chosen lamb-yea, a chosen lamb, and I will not words which he hath breathed into my outward push thee back--No, I will not, I say ;---no, thou ears, are gone through and fixed in mine heart; shalt leap-a, and frisk-a, and skip-a, and bound, yea, verily, in mine heart, I say; and I feel the and bound, I say,---yea, bound within the fold of spirit doth love him exceedingly---hum
the righteous -yea, even within thy fold, my Col. She acts it to the lite !
[Aside. brother. - Fetch me the pen and ink, Sarab--and Oba. Prim. Prodigious! The damsel is filled ny hand shall confess its obedience to the spirit. with the spirit---Sarah.
Col. I wish it were over.
Enter Mrs Prim, with pen and ink.
Mrs Love. I tremble lest this quaking rogue A[rs Prim. I am greatly rejoiced to see such should return and spoil all,
Oba. Prim. Here, friend, do thou write what
Enter Servant. the spirit prompteth, and I will sign it.
(Colonel sits down. Ser. Thy brother guardians inquire for thee; Mrs Prim. Verily, Anne, it greatly rejoiceth here is another man with them. me, to see thee reformed from that original
Mrs Love. Who can that other man be? wickedness wherein I found thee.
[To the COLONEL. Mrs Love. I do believe thou art, and I thank Col. 'Tis one Freeman, a friend of mine, whom thee
I ordered to bring the rest of the guardians here. Col. (Reads.] “ This is to certify all whom it
Enter Sır Puilip, TRADELOVE, PERIWINKLE, may concern, that I do freely give all my right
and FREEMAN. and title in Avne Lovely to Simon Pure, and • my full consent that she shall become his wife, Free. [To the COLONEL.] Is all safe? did my • according to the form of marriage. Witness letter do you service ? • my hand.'
Col. Ali, all's safe! ample service.
[Aside. Oba Prim. That's enough; give me the pen. Sir Phi. Miss Nancy, how dost do, child?
(Signs it. Mrs Love. Don't call me miss, friend Philip;
my name is Anne, thou knowest. Enter Betty, running to Mrs LOVELY. Sir Phi. What! is the girl metamorphosed ? Betty. Oh! madam, madam, here's the quak Mrs Love. I wish thou wert so metamorphoing man again; he has brought a coachinan, and sed.-Ah! Philip, throw off that gaudy attire, two or three more.
and wear the clothes becoming thy age, Hrs Love. Ruined past redemption !
Oba. Prim. I am ashamed to see these men. [Aside to Colonel.
(Aside. Col. No, no; one minute sooner had spoiled Sir Phi. My age! the woman is possessed. all; but now here's company coming; Col. No, thou art possessed rather, friend. friend, give me the paper.
Trude. Hark ye, Mrs Lovely, one word with (Going up to Prim hastily. you.
[Takes hold of her hand. Oba. Prim. Here it is, Şimnon; and I wish thee Col. This maiden is my wife, thanks to friend happy with the maiden.
Prim, and thou hast no business with her. Mrs Love, 'Tis done; and now, devil, do thy
[Takes her from him. worst!
Trade. His wife! hark ye, Mr Freeman.
Per. Why, you have made a very fine piece of Enter Simox Pure, and Coachman, 8c.
work of it, Mr Prim.
Sir Phi. Married to a quaker! thou art a fine S. Pure. Look thee, friend, I have brought feliow to be left guardian to an orphan, truly ! these people, to satisfy thee that I am not that there's a husband for a young lady! impostor which thou didst take me for; this is Col. When I have put on my beau clothes, sir the man that did drive the leatheru conveniency, Philip, you'll like me betterand brought me from Bristol; and this is
Sir Phi. Thou wilt make a very scurvy beauCol. Look ye, friend, to save the court the friendtrouble of examining witnesses, I plead guilty.-- Col. I believe I can prove it under your hand, Ha, ha!
that you thought me a very fine gentleinan in the Oba. Prin. How's this? Is not chy name Pure, Park’t’other day, about thirty-six minutes after then?
eleven; will you take a pinch, sir Philip? One of Col. No, really, sir; I only make bold with the finest snuff-boxes you ever saw. this gentleman's name--but I here give it up, safe
[Offers him snuff. and sound; it has done the business which I had Sir Phi. Ha, ha, ha! I am overjoyed, faith, I occasion for, and now I intend to wear my own, am, if thou be'st the gentleman-I own I did give which shall be at his service upon the same occa- my consent to the gentleman I brought here tosion at any time. Ha, ha, ha!
day—but whether this is he, I can't be positive. S. Puré. Oh! the wickedness of the age ! Oba. Prim. Can'st thou not?-Now, I think Coachman. Then you have no further need of thou art a fine dellow to be left guardian to an
[Erit. orphan! Thou shallow-brained shuttlecock! he Col. No; honest man, you may go about your may be a pick-pocket for aught thou dust know, business.
Per. You would hav en two rare fellows to Oba. Prim. I am struck dumb with thy impu- have been trusted with the sole management of dence. Anne, thou hast deceived me--and, per- her fortune--would ye not, think ye? But Me chance, undone thyself.
Tradelove and myself shall take care of her porMrs Prim. Thou art a dissembling baggage, tion.and shame will overtake thee.
Erit. Trade. Ay, ay; so we will.–Did not you tell S. Pure. I am grieved to see thy wife so much me the Dutch merchant desired me to meet him troubled: I will follow and console her. [Erit. here, Mr Freeman?