The guardian, a comedie acted before Prince Charls, His Highness at Trinity-Colledg in Cambridge, upon the twelfth of March, 1641
Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.

Act. 2. Scaen. 7.

Blade, Widow, Tabytha, Aurelia, Cutter, Dogrel.
Aur.

Stand to 't now.

Dog.

I'll warrant you I'll stand like a knight o'the post: I'll forswear with the de∣vil. As for Cutter, he has don't fourty times before a Judge already.

Aur.
My dearest father, though we cannot call
The sentence of fate back that's past upon you,
Yet heav'n has mixt some mercy with its anger,
And shewn us the curst plotters of your ruine.
Bla.

How now, varles? ye see I'm go∣ing to heaven, and ye must follow; but the Captain must be sav'd before the Colonel. Who art thou? a godly Weaver?

Cut.

I am not he that I was of old: what hath passed, is gone and vanisheth; but what is now, remaineth.

Wid.

No I'll besworn is he not; never was Christian creature so alter'd, as they say.

Tab.

He said a prayer last night so zea∣lously, that all the house heard him, did they not? Brother M. Cutter.

Cut.

Sister, I did pour out my self last night. Captain, y'are abus'd.

Bla.

A small abuse; nothing but onely poiso••d.

Dog.

Yes 'faith, we saw the Physitian, Mi••ress Lucia and Truman consulting all together: the Physitian pluck'd a box out, shew'd it them; they seem'd to approve: an oath of secresie we heard them take, but suspected nothing, by this hand. We honest men do seldom suspect others.

Bla.

Is this true, Colonel?

Cut.

Should I say it is not true, I should not tell the truth if I should say so.

Bla.

You swear 'tis true?

Cut.

Before an Elder I shall swear.

Bla.

Aurelia, send for 'um immediately, as if I meant to see 'um contracted; and bid the servants be ready to carry um away. I'll see 'um clapt up close before I die.

Aur.

I go, Sir.

Exit.