The perjur'd husband, or, The adventures of Venice a tragedy : as 'twas acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane, by His Majesty's servants / written by S. Carroll.

SCENE III. The Piazza.

Enter Ludovico Singing.

Give me but Wine, that Liquor of Life, And a Girl that is wholesome and clean, Two or three Friends, but the Devil a Wife, And I'd not change state with a King.

Enter Lucy.

Luc.

What singing, Signior! Well, you're a pleasant Gentleman —

Lud.

Ah! My little female Mercury, what message bringst Thou? Ha — will thy Lady bless me with another sight — Ha — How — When? where? I am all in a Flame.

Luc.

Come along with me, Sir, I'll help you to an Extinguisher presently.

Lud.

If Thou meanest thy Lady with all my heart — But I can tell Thee, she'll rather prove Oyl, than what you speak of — But, say, where am I to see my lovely Charmer?

Lucy.

In her Chamber —

Lud.

Good! But how the Devil can that be done?

Lucy.

Nay, without the help of a Conjurer, I assure you: if you dare take me for your Pilot, I'll warrant you success in your Voyage — I'll set you safe in the Island of Love; 'tis your business to improve the Soil.

Lud.

I warrant Thee, Girl; do you but bring me there once, and if I play not my part, may I never more know the pleasure of an intrigue

Luc.

Which, if I mistake not, is the greatest curse can fall on you — Well, you must suffer a small Metamorphosis: What think you of per∣sonating me a little? That is, dressing in my Cloaths, and waiting on your Mistress in her Bed-chamber — Ha —

Lud.

Egad, I'm afraid I shall make but an awkward Chamber-maid. I'm undisciplin'd in Dressing a Lady's head —

Lucy.

Oh! Sir, your Commission won't reach so high as the head: I believe my Lady will excuse little matters: You can undress, I suppose

Lud.

Oh! The best and the quickest of any man in Venice. Buta Pox on't — Canst find no other way? — I, I, I — I like Petticoats in their proper Places, but I don't care to have my Legs in 'em.

Luc.

And so you resolve against it! Ha —

Lud.

No, not absolutely resolve, Child: But — a —

Lucy.

But what, Sir!

Lud.

Nothing — I will follow thy Directions, what ever comes on't Now lead the way: for nothing sutes better with my Humour than a Friend, a Bottle, a new Mistress, and a Convenient Place.

Ex. Lucy Ludovico.