Ignoramus a comedy as it was several times acted with extraordinary applause before the Majesty of King James : with a supplement which, out of respect to the students of the common law, was hitherto wanting / written in Latine by R. Ruggles ... ; and translated into English by R. C. ...

The sixth SCENE of the first ACT.

The Argument. Trico the crafty servant of Antonio, doth in∣struct him by what Arts he may deceive Surda, and have a Con∣ference at the same time with Rosabella, by speaking what they pleased, but in such angry and discontented Gestures that Surda observing it, should not suspect any thing of love betwixt them; In the mean time Trico himself doth pretend love to Surda, and showing her a Ring doth grow upon her credulity, that he cour∣teth her in way of Marriage.

Antonio, Trico, Rosabella, Surda.

TRic.

Sir, Ile warrant you, Take care for something else; I will not fail in this service to you.

Anto.

My Hope is all in thee Trico.

Tri.

This day with deceits I will overcome Deceit it self: But whom see I yonder? Master wipe your eyes!

Enter Rosabella.

Anto.

My dear Rosabella! How happy a man am I? And how opportunely now I encounter you, if that old bitch would give me leave but to speak unto you.

Tric.

Fear not Master; she hath no teeth, she may bark, but cannot bite.

Anto.

But she may give her Master notice of us by her barking.

Tric.

I will give her a Sop for that, by pretending love unto her; she is always puppying: In the mean time you may hold con∣ference with Rosabella, but let your gestures expresse much discon∣tent and choler, that so she believing you to be at great variance, may permit you to talk more freely.

Anto.

You say well.

Tri.

Save you Lady!

Surd.

Touch me not! what do you mean? Forbear your sawcy hands!

Tri.

So angry Lady!

Surd.

You hurt my hand! Be gone, and be hanged.

Tri.

Rosabella threatneth Antonio; I like it well.

Surd.

this Fool loves me: He shewes me a Ring too: I will

not marry, no not I.

She folds her Arms.

Tri.

O the sad Fate of Lovers!

Surd.

He sighes, poor Fool—I appear beautiful, and thats the reason I am beloved: I am not so old, as some do take me for.

Tri.

O the Fate of Lovers!

Surd.

How thick he draws his breath! poor man, I pity him.

Tri.

O lips of milk, nose of purple, eyes of a sheep, thigh of an Emmet, feet of a Calf, Hands of a Mole, Brest of a Grashopper, pap of all paps, oh neighing Mare, O gruntling sow! Harrow the Flames that me consume!

Surd.

He is now praising my Beauty; I apprehend him, I am handsome enough, I thank my stars for it.

Tri.

Oh most diminitive of all perfections, deaf and thick, and hopper-ars'd, old, and hairy, drunken, and apish. Oh my heart, my heart.

Surd.

He is struck into admiration with my Beauties; Oh that I were not deaf that I might hear my own prayses: I hope they will call me Dwarf no more.

Tri.

O the pangs of Love!

Sur.

Alas, Alas he weeps, I am compassionate; He is ready to swoon away, Revive thy self my servant, I do love thee, I doe.

Ant.

Pretend to be passionately angry with me!

Sur.

I tell thee I do love thee, take heart of grace, Oh my dear friend and servant, I will not suf••er any to die for love of me, Charity forbids it.

Tri.

You are mine then for ever; I hardly am able to forbear from laughter, Ha, ha, he: O my heart, my heart.

Surd.

Fear not, I do love thee; wo is me, I must be gone, yonder's Antonio high in discourse, of whom my Master charged me to beware: well done Rosabella, you seem to be angry, and incensed against him, Chide him, Chide him, doe!

Rosab.

But in earnest I now must chide you Antonio, Have you no remorse to leave me here in all my sorrows, and by going to London to destroy me? Do you now retract from all you have done and spoken, and leave your protestations to the winds and clouds to be dispersed in the Air and lost? Are you so forgetful of them! But Heaven and Faith will remember them, wo is me, what trust is there in Men that are composed only of Cruelty and per∣fidiousnesse. Oh.

Surd.

See how he beats his brest; I cannot blame him; monster of impudence!

Tric.

Oh my dear love!

Surd.

Oh my love, I am undone, I am fallen in love just like a wasp into a pot of Honey.

Anto.

I gave you my faith Rosabella, and striking thus your hand, I now again confirm it.

Surd.

How inhumanely he struck that young Lady! were I a man, I would fly in the very eyes of him: But in true Love there is no Danger; we are more happy, we —

Tric.

She sighes just like a Sow that hath lost her first litter of Pigs; Oh my dear heart—!

Surd.

My sweet Love—!

Anto.

Pardon me my life, My Father commandeth me to be gone, neither prayers, nor tears can prevail upon him, I take Faith her self to witnesse, I go unwilling from you.

Rosa.

Unwilling! Love cannot be compelled; but by degrees it may languish into nothing. You do not love me.

Anto.

If I love you not most—

Rosa.

No more! I do believe you.

Surd.

Woe is me; Love like a hot pot doth boil and bubble in my Brest.

Tric.

She is mine.

Surd.

He noddeth and winketh, How prettily he noddeth and winketh; I will nod and wink on him also.

Rosa.

But why do you not take me, from this impure place; Fie upon't.

Surd.

Spit on him.

Rosa.

I live here under the Command of a wicked Uncle who hath lost his honesty with his estate. O beast! why shall I call him a man, who hath nothing of Humanity in him? O my Fa∣thers Manes to whom did you intrust me: but though you would be gone Antonio, I will tread in your steps, and follow after you: If I may not live chastly, I will die chastly.

Anto.

O virtuous manners and resolutions; my heart with grief doth cleave asunder.

Surd.

She hath touched him home, he beats his brest, and tears his hair, O shamelesse Man!

Tric.

O the Fire and smart of Love!

Surd.

Do not sigh so! Dear sweet heart; Just like an Italian Lover, in glancing eyes he showes his wounded heart: It showes handsome in him, I will return the like unto him.

Rosa.

Had you but satisfied my Fathers avarice with six hun∣dred Crown••, I had not now been miserable.

Anto.

I protest most solemnly unto you, I could no where pro∣vide it; my Friends would not trust me, my Father was inexora∣ble; what should I doe?

Rosa.

I know not; but this I am certain of, that my Uncle by writings hath contracted with Ignoramus for me, who hath pro∣mised this day either to bring the Mony himself, or to send it by his servant with a secret token which they have agreed upon be∣twixt themselves.

Tric.

What is this I hear! Do you know what the token is?

Rosa.

That is concealed from me, but here are his dainty Verses.

Tric.

I shall peradventure extract something out of them.

Surd.

She hath rejected his Letters: That is well; His eyes are red with choler, he stamps on the ground, he is mad I think —O my dear Love Trico I mark you for all that.

Ant.

Who can see this? who is able to endure it?

Tric.

Be of good Courage, I will so far prevail, that you shall not go to sea to day, nor lose your Love Rosabella.

Ant.

O that it so may come to passe.

Tric.

Trust to this head, this day it will doe wonders.

Surd.

Strike not your head so hard! I do love you, indeed I love you, I was afraid, lest he would have gone neer to have swound away again.

Tri.

My little tender piece of old, and tough mortality, I am not able to forbear laughing at you outright.

He Laugheth.

Surd.

Ha, ha, he: And I cannot chuse but laugh too.

Tric.

She neigheth I think: But you! it is now high Time. Be gone both of you. This Creature is my own—

Anto.

You say well, Let us go.

Rosa.

But she will cry out—

Tric.

Fool not your selves, but put that to the triall.

Sur.

What do you give me a Ring too? marry I thank you for it:

Now I am yours; do you wear this handkercher for me.

Tri.

What do you mean that you are not gone?—will you marry me presently?

Surda.

Give me your right hand, and good luck with it.

Tri.

To be well ridd of you.

Sur.

Let us seal it with a kisse.

Tri.

O sweet kisse! it makes my mouth to water.

Sur.

Eh, Eh, I have got a sluttish Cough of late, Eh, Eh.

O Rottennesse—why do you stay there still? be gone I pray— you will loose the opportunity.

Anto.

Come! let us go! O joy incomparable.

Trico.

Snailes as you are, you have your selves undone.