Totenham Court A pleasant comedie: acted in the yeare MDCXXXIII. At the private house in Salisbury-Court. The author Thomas Nabbes.

The sixth Scoene.

To them VNCLE and TENANTS.

Cice.

And here are witnesses.

Sam.

My Vncle! what makes he here? new doubts arise.

Vnc.

See, see; my thoughts were prophesie: both here.

Sam.

You are welcome to Totenham Court Uncle.

Vnc.

But you'r ill come Cosen. I had thought. Your judgement had beene stronger than to aid A foolish Sister with your fond indulgence In her undoing. She may hide her face My rage distracts me, and I know not how To frame th'induction.

1. Neigh.

Why sir, this is not Mistris Bellamie but ano∣ther in her clothes.

Vnc.

How's that knave? hay day wife how came you by these? wher••

Cice.

I am your Neece.

Vnc.

You my Neece?

Sam.

Shee's my Wife, Vncle.

Vnc.

Yet more plots I sure the Parson of 〈◊〉〈◊〉 has beene here.

1. Ten.

Indeed I have heard he is a notable joyner.

2. Ten.

And Totenham-Court Ale pays him store of tythe. It causeth questionlesse much unlawfull coupling.

Vnc.

Pray where's your Sister? I'le not fright her With many threats, but mildly worke her reason To understand her errors; and prevent Her ruine with disswasions. Coss shee's lost: My love and care made uselesse.

Sam.

Is shee married Sir?

Vnc.

Yea; that's my greatest feare, shee's past recov'ry, Woman, what ere you are, you have some hand in't: These were her clothes.

To them WORTHGOOD, BELLAMIE K••EPER.

Cice.

Let h•• s••lf•• satisfie, ••f passion hath not made you too uncapable.

Bella.

Alas mine Vncle.

Vnc.

Killing spectacle. Come from his armes: if any force restraine thee But thine owne freenesse (which I most doe feare) I will reveng't with lawes extremitie. Come from his armes I say.

Bella.

Vncle I owe You many duties. One from natures precepts; And morrall gratitude for your great love I••structs me in another: but necessitie 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••his compels a vertuous disobedience.

V••c.

Girle hee's a begger. He had a prodigall father That spent all ere he dyed: his whole estate Depends but on the love of a rich Vncle; And that's incertaine.

••ort.

Pray upb••aid me not With a dead mans misfortune. I have beene A soldier, and perhaps am apt to anger.

Vnc.

Threaten your fill Sir, so my Neece forsake you.

Sam.

Kinde Vncle, call not poverty a sin. Wealth's but the glosse and outside of desert. And for my Sister, since she loves this Gentleman, Shee hath some portion left her; your estate Would be a faire addition: but the loves Of Vncles are uncertaine. The truth is, I love this maid: shee's but this Keepers daughter; Yet I would marry her, please her good Father To be consenting.

Keep.

Blessings unexpected.

If she be willing. Shee's a poore girle Sir.

Sam.

Shee's richer then the Indies.

Vnc.

Shall mine age Be curs'd to this misfortune. Ile build hospitals: Where wooden legs and lazy hypocrites Shall be mine heyres.

2 Ten.

And the Divell your Executor.

Vnc.

They scorne my easinesse. I should have rag'd, and from a furious an Sent threats, not calme intreaties.

Keep.

That would likewise Have beene as uselesse. I conceive such joy At these events, they almost have confounded My preparations to begin the Story Reserv'd to crowne all. First doe you imbrace A naturall Sister.

Wort.

Mine owne Sister, sir, Suppos'd to have dy'd an infant!

Cice.

I still thought it By an instinct.

Keep.

This is Cicilia Worthgood, Whom my Wife nurst when both your Parents dy'd. I have beene carefull of her education Well as her person; though my love conceal'd The knowledge of her selfe still from her self. Least I should lose her: being th'onely comfort I wisht from providence: Such was the du••y With which I honour'd your dead Auncestors That brought me up.

Vnc.

Sir, this concernes not me.

Keep.

It doth your Nephew, to whose loves imbrace I next commend her, and a portion too. She shall inherit somthing that hath beene Stor'd from my care; nor hath her industry Wanted a share.

Cice.

Still let me call you Father;

Whose love deserves it for my preservation, And after being.

Wort.

What a knot of fortunes Is here unty'd. Oh let me weare you ever Vpon my heart with these.

Enter Servant hastily.

Mine Vncles servant! What new accident?

Ser.

Oh Sir, never was endeavour so tir'd. But I am glad I have found you. Your Vncle's dead, and hath made you his heyre.

Vnc.

Ha, ha! is't come about! nay then; are you mar∣ried neece? if not, about it presently whilst 'tis morning. Thou shalt be mine heire likewise: love him; lye with him; Getboyes, and any thing now; you have my consent.

To them FRANKE.

Bella.

And now I owe you duty.

Frank.

With what impudence Shall I apparell my prepar'd excuse, To make it passe? What meane so many people? I am return'd to chide your cruell practice, That mock't my vertue into wicked frailty, And an abus'd beliefe. I am your convert; And come with more then sorrow, satisfaction. Let not the memory of my past errors Pervert your thoughts into a worse opinion Of my reclaiming, then if ill intents Had nere exprest themselves.

Wort.

What meanes that Gentleman?

Bella.

Hee's one of those that—

whisper.

Cice.

If you'l have my Maidenhead, A Husbands leave is light.

Sam.

As your Commodity: How did you like it Sir?

Enter Host.

Fran.

They will abuse me Into a madnesse. Farewell vertuous Maid, And blesse his bed deserves thee. Here I banish All after-thoughts of Women; but t'admire

The goodnesse makes them perfect; since such were Added to be mans onely comfort here.

Exit.

Keep.

Most opportunely Widdow. I have sollicited long; and if you will now consent, let's beare these company.

Host.

With all my heart.

Kee.

Why then to Pancras: each with his lov'd consort And make it Holiday at Totenham-Court.