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. 3. Scaen. 5.
Captain Blade, Servant.
Bla.
Pox upon 'um, they put me into a horrible fear; but I am glad I am so hap∣pily cheated, for all that. Well, I must de∣vise some horrible lye, to justifie my fears; some trick must be thought upon to gull Truman. How now? What news from Tripoly.
Serv.
Sad news, my Lord; here's an Ar∣my at the door, to speak with you.
Bla.
Who are they? Creditors? a Mer∣chant, a Mercer, a Scrivener, a Taylor, a Butcher, Six Cookes, a dozen of Vint∣ners, and the rest? Ha? Tell 'um I am sick, taking Physick, or else abroad; hang 'um Rogues, come like quotidian Agues on a man.
Serv.
No, Sir, 'tis old Mr. Truman, the Widow, and her daughter, and Mr. Dog∣rel, and I know not who; there's a stock of 'um.
Bla.
They are those I wisht for, let 'um in.
Exit Serv.
Now, Signior Blade, If ever thou wouldst see the golden age of yore, this is the time.
