The woman-captain a comedy acted by His Royal Highnesses servants / written by Tho. Shadwell.

ACT. I.

Enter Sir Humphrey Scattergood dressing, Steward and Fool, with a number of old Servants.

1 Serv.

GOod your Worship! Turn us not away. I liv'd with my old Master Thirty years and upwards.

2 Serv.

And I fifty.

Sir Hump.

Yes! he lov'd an old-fashion'd block-headed greasy Servingman, whose Cloaths were died with Drippings of March Beer, and whose Beards stunk of Beef and Brewis, and his Breath like the fume of an Alms-Tub.

3 Serv.

We are all old, and have liv'd a long time here.

Sir Humph.

Ye have the more reason to go away now, you are pursy, lazy, clumsy Rogues; The time my Father's will requir'd you to be here is out. This is my happy Day of four and twenty, till which long time my Father's Will kept me from my Estate. I now discard ye all; now I'll be Master, I have provided a set of French▪ fellows to serve me; they are fit for Service.

Stew.

They are for Slavery, They are born and bred to it: But it was never good time since English Fools were serv'd by French Rogues.

Sir Humph.

Hey! Dubois! give 'em 40 s. a piece to drink, and send 'em packing.

Servants.

Good my Lord, We beseech your Lordship.—

Dubois.

Wait without!

[Ex. all, but Steward and Fool. Sir Hum & Valet de Chambre.

Sir Humph.

How now, why stays that Fool?

•…•…ool▪

Because that Fool has more wit than to go away.

Sir Humph.

Sirrah! begon! I will not keep you.—

Fool.

Some body I see has us'd wicked Court Policy to supplant me in my employment.

Sir Humph.

I•…•…ll keep no Fool, tis out of fashion for great Men to keep Fools.

Fool.

B•…•…cause now adays they are their own Fools, and so save Charges: But for all that they delight in Fools out of Livery. When do you see any of em favour a Wit?

Sir Humph.

I•…•…ll have none, 'tis exploded ev'n upon the Stage.

Fool.

But for all that Shakespear's Fools had more Wit than any of the Wits and Criticks now adays: Well, if the History of Fools were written, the whole Kingdom would not contain the Library; yet a vast number of •…•…ools have been in Print, and written their own Histories.

Sir Humph.

You are a Satyrical Fool, and will give offence.

Fool.

Indeed this Age is not able to bear Satyr; and yet 'tis a very laughing jeeri•…•…g age: all Fools laugh at one another, and scarce any one i•…•… such a Fool, but he has a sub-Fool that he can laugh at—

Sir Humph.

Begon Sirrah! I'll have no fooling.

Fool.

Good Sir Humphrey, I will be a fashionable Fool, and learn •…•…o lisp, speak French, and be very much aff•…•…cted. I will be a well∣•…•…red Fool, a Flatterer, or a Pimp, if you please, you may turn away a K•…•…ve or a Chap•…•…in for me.

Sir Humph.

Who waits there! take away the Fool!

[They thrust.

Well, Mr. Steward, upon condition you will leave off your miserable 〈◊〉〈◊〉 and follow my Instructions, I receive you agen▪

Stew.

Since it must be▪ I'll endeavour to obey you in all.

Sir Humph.

Put some Pulv•…•…lio into my Peruke! give me some Tu∣berose. You old Fool reach some Orange•…•…Flower water for my Hand∣kerchief, how do you like this!

Stew.

I dare not tell you▪

〈◊◊〉〈◊◊〉.

I'll give you leave▪

Stew.

Methinks! it is unmanly to keep such a stir about ones Body, I'd rather be embalm'd, like an Aegyptian body, once for all, and make no more trouble of it.

Sir Humph.

Thou dost not consider what a stinking Animal man is, exceeding all Beasts in stinking, and wouldst thou not have one mol∣lifie these Natural imperfections—

Stew.

I would have you cleanly, and serve God as my old Mr. did; sure your Worship does not consider—

Sir Humph.

Yes fool—I do nothing but consider how I m•…•…y please every sense, I have. They were not given me in vain. No—all my study shall be bent to find variety of Delights, and when my own too barren fancy stops, I'll have a Council wittier than Nero's, to in∣vent new Pleasures.

Enter Bellamy and Wildman.

Bell.

Good morrow to my Lord of Land and Timber! long may'st thou live and flourish in thy pleasures. The happy day is now arriv'd that makes thee Master of thy Acres, and thy self.

Wildm.

A Thousand Joys fall on you. The Slavery you did endur•…•… under your wretched Father, will make you relish the Liberty you now arrive at.

Sir Humph.

And I will use it to the full! nor Land nor Sea shall bound my pleasures—what e•…•…r the Globe affords I'll have to satisf•…•…e my Luxury.

Bell.

Virtuously resolved.

Wildm.

Joy of my heart: go on.

Sir Humph.

I Married one young fond fool, and broke her heart al∣ready; But now I keep a Whore, or Whores.

Stew.

Yes, all the Parish from fifteen to five and thirty.

Bell.

Virtuous still.

Stew.

Excellent Councellors for the speedy confounding of an Estate.

Sir Humph.

You that were my Father's good old Steward, and are my formal Coxcomb: I have taken a new course, and so must you: I'll not be serv'd so nastily as in my days of Nonage, or as my Father was; as if his Meat had been dress'd at Pye-Corner, by greasy S•…•…ul∣lions there. His boyl'd meat, a little Mutton with a sprig of Rosemary, and a vast deal of lean Oatmeal Pottage.

Wildm.

And Mutton roasted as if it were prescrib'd for the Pox, and of huge Leicestershire pease-fed Sheep, as rank as old He-Goat•…•…, and the Poultry died all of Hectick Feavers.

Bell.

And Sallets wither'd, the fruit Crab apples, Sweetings and Horse Plumbs; and for Confections, a few Carraways in a small Sawcer, as if his Worship's House had been a Lowsie Inn.

Sir Humph.

Then three or four monstrous Olives, with a spoonsul or two of damnable sharp Capers, and Suffolk Cheese.

Stew.

These things my good old Master was pleas'd with, or he had not so increas'd his Wealth.

Sir Humph.

He did well: and I will revel now with what he le•…•…t. Choak not me with your Providence with a Pox to you—

Bell.

Wou'd you feed my Lord like a Country Justice of 300 l. a year, that has no gusto?—

Wildm.

Or like a Lawyer in Ram-Alley, or Attorneys joyning their 6 d. a piece at a greasy Cooks.

Bell.

That for their Suppers score their penyworth of Tallow-cheese at a Chandlers, with every one his Jug and Pipe of Mundungus.—

Stew.

Be pleas'd to instruct me, and I shall obey.

Sir Humph.

My chief Cook has a Book drawn up by these Gentle∣men, and my self: Read and be learned.—There you shall find what is in season still—the youngest Meat always most nourishing.—The new faln Lamb. The tender Kid, and young fat Pigs. Veals fed with Milk, Whitebread, and new-laid Eggs, with young fat Beefs, and smallest Forrest Mutton, fat Bucks for Summer, Barren Does for Winter.

Wildm.

Fawns out of their Dams Bellies ript, Gelt Goats, Bruis'd Venison, Su•…•…king Rabbits, Leverets, Dousets, White Haws, Velvet Head and Ears, Shoulders of Venison in the Kell with blood.

Bell.

Turkeys, Pea•…•…Hens, Pullets, Capons, Ducks, with Geese so cramb'd as to be drown'd in fát; squab Pidgeons, Chickens in the Grease, fat Swans, and Barn-dore Hens—with cluster'd Eggs, that are provocative.—

Sir Humph.

The young plump Partridge, with the tender Powt; The Pheasant and the Quail, the Rail and Plover, roasted with the blood in 'em.

Wildm.

The mounting Lark, the Messenger of Day, the long bill'd Cock, that Winter brings in Mists-with Snipe, Duck, Teal, the Cur∣lew and the Wild•…•…goose, the Brant-goose, Solon-goose and Puffi•…•….

Bell.

Young Rooks, and new hatch't Martins, the Black-bird, Felfare, Thru•…•…h and Wheat-Ear, which far excels the Roman Beca fica.

Sir Humph.

Lincolnshire Fowl that's fatted with sweet Curds; as Pewits, Dottrils, Gulls, Knats, Ruffs and Reeves. All these I have had, and you must now provide.

Stew.

All this shall be done, and your Worship undone.—

Sir Humph.

And then for Fish what the vast Seas afford, Ponds, Im∣mense Lakes and Rivers too! Brett, Mullet, Turbet, Smelt, Plaice, Seate, Cod-whiting, and the old Organ Ling with gold Flakes, with •…•…eightning Sturgeon to stir up my blood▪ provoking Oisters, and the lusty Lobster: Crabs, •…•…hrimps, Crafish Pottage, Muscles and Cookles, and dissolved Pearl and Amber in my sawce▪

Wildm.

The Luscio, Eel, the Trout, Char Tench, Per•…•…h, calverd Salmon▪ And from the Ponds, over grown Pikes, Carps, Breams, Torecells. The German Fish as fat as Bucks in August.

Sir Humph.

And when I would cocker up my self, Rams-Cods, Lambstones, Bucks, Dowsets, Sparrows, Brains, the spawn of Fish, flakes of piled butter'd Eggs with Ambergreece; and when my taste grows Wanton, I will feed on Mushroons, and on Frogs, and have a race of large Italian Snails, young Tortoises drest costly in their shells, and Squirrels flesh, which is dissolved Nuts, and the Indian Birds∣Nest mollifi'd in Broath.

Wildm.

Then Virmicelti, Potato and Tartonphily, and slatulent Roots to stir up and to enable Appetite.

Stew.

I should have taken these hard Words for conjuring, bu•…•… why must your Worship have French Cooks. Methinks my Masters old English Cookmaid, with good store of Parsley and Butter, did very well.

Sir Humph.

Away you Coxcomb: Let it be your care to keep my Cellar always full as it is now.

Stew.

I am acquainted with my old Master's Merchant, h•…•… us'd to let him have very good Langoon and Burdeaux.

Sir Humph.

Porters and Carriers shall drink that; I'll have Vin d' aye, high Country Wine, Frontiniac; all the delicious Wines of Italy and Spain; the richer Wines of Greece and Sicily.

Bell.

And Celery, Champaign and Burgundy, with Vin de Bon, Vin Celestine, and Hermitage, and all the Wines upon the fruitful Rhine.

Sir Humph.

When I debauch, the Yeoman of my Wine cellar, dre'st like God Bacchus, squeezes his twined Wreaths of Grapes upon us—And we have floods of this Poetick Juyce.: But do you hear, Steward, I must have Whores in abundance; see you provide a world of Strumpets.

Stew.

Does not your Worship mistake me? I am your Steward.

Sir Humph.

Yes, to provide me all things necessary; and are any things so necessary as Whores. I say, let me have Whores innume∣rable, and let it be your special care—That every Gentleman that comes within these Walls may h•…•…ve his Cher entirè▪

Stew.

Your Worship has a Mistress, I dare not call her Whore—

Sir Humph.

I keep one high, because it is the fashion; But for my use I'll have as many Whores as mortal man can turn him∣self to.

Wildm.

Live, live! my Noble Knigh•…•…, and be Immortal—

Bell.

Push Nature on, my Friend, and live apace.

Stew.

Hee'l soon be at his Journeys end; But the chief Material is wanting ready Money, I understand the Cash your Father left is flown, to pay in part your Debts.

Sir Humph.

Go to Gripe, my foolish Kinsman the Usurer. That is such an Ass to deny all hi•…•… Sences, to live miserably to dye rich: Take 10000 l. and let him have a Mortgage till I cut down Timber to re∣deem my dirt—begon—

Bell.

This damn'd Usurer has a pretty Wife, I have a devillish mind to her; but she's kept so close, though I have gone to b•…•…rrow Money when I have had no need on't, I cannot get access to her; the Rogue suspects every Male, from a Prince to a Kitchin▪ Boy.

Sir Humph.

She's so pretty on my Conscience, none would refuse her; I have set snares for her, she can never be seen but out of a Win∣dow, which is no bigger than the hole of a Pillory.

Wildm.

He locks her up, and always carries the Key about him.

Sir Humph.

Nay, at Night he sows his Shirt and her Smock to∣gether, that upon any violent motion the twitch may wake him: There's a Horn-preventing Design.

Bell.

Faith, that shall not do, his jealousie shall pimp for me. Let us but wait upon you in a visit to him, and let us alone.

Enter a Footman.

Footm.

An't please your Honour, yonder is a reverend fat old Gentlewoman desires to be admitted.

Sir Humph.

Bring her in: a Bawd I warrant you.

[Enter Bawd.

Oh honest Bawd! How dost thou do?

Bawd.

Do! why I am e'n worn out in your Worships Service; I have gotten a hoarseness will never leave me, with rising a Nights, to let in your Worship, and your unseasonable Company to save my Win∣dows: Well, I cannot live long.

Sir Humph.

Thou wilt dye nobly then, in the Service of thy Countrey.

Bawd.

Nay, Heaven be prais'd, I have been diligent in my Calling, very diligent to supply the Necessities of young Gentlemen.

Stew.

What a despicable thing a Bawd is! I hate 'em with my Heart, filthy Creatures.

Wildm.

They are something filthy;—But they are necessary, very necessary.

Bell.

Poor Bawds are carted, while great Mens Pimps are Com∣pany for Lords!

Bawd.

I have no less than three Maiden-heads upon my hands, I have agreed with their Mothers, who •…•…ruly are careful honest Pa∣rents, and love to provide for their Children with a Motherly affe∣ction. I shall have 'em cheap, considering the •…•…arity of Maiden-heads in this Town. I thought to give your Worship notice, if you have use for one of 'em.

Sir Humph.

For one! Ownds! I'll hav•…•… 'em all. I'll spare no Money. Let me have 'em to Morrow, or to Night; for fear they should not keep.

Bawd.

I cannot have 'em till to Morrow, I fear.

Bell.

If so—then let us have a Bevy of Whores for a rank Ball, for we intend to be luxurious to Night.

Bawd.

It shall be done: But I am almost faint with running up and down, and taking pains.—

Sir Humph.

Let her be taken in and rub'd and cawdled, as the Good Wives use the Phanatick Labourers in the Gospel; and let the Bawd have Sack enough.

Footm.

It shall be done: yonder are Milleners, Periwigg-men and Perfumers, and Tradesmen of all sorts waiting without.

Sir Humph.

Bid my Steward and Valet de Chambre dispatch 'em; I hate Business: Now let us revel, this Day I dedicate to all my Senses; I'il Feast 'em all after we have Dln'd with all the Luxury Wit•…•…an in∣vent, with choicest Musick, and the best of Women—

Bell.

Whores, you mean.

Wildm.

Ay, ay! What use can we make of honest Women?

Bell.

None: They are as bad as Drones in a Hive.

Sir Humph.

Whores I do mean: With whom after we have Danc'd and Toy'd—I'll have my Baths prepared full of most fragrant Scents. Where we will play and wanton with our Concubines; there we ll lye soaking till we be refreshed. Then we'll come out, be rub'd, and be anointed with precious Oyls and Essences; and then we'll roll our selves in Beds of Orange-Flowers.

Bell.

How I dissolve at the Description.

Wild.

I am all Extasie already.

Enter Celia, Phillis, and Cloris.

Sir Humph.

Oh, here's my Mistress.

Omn.

We come to wi•…•… you Joy, my dear Lord, of this happy Day.

Sir Humph.

Ye bring it with you! Gentlemen, salute these fair Ladies.

[They salute.

Bell.

Are these Friends of your Mistress, Whores?

Wild.

If they be, as a hundred to one they are, They are glo∣rious ones!

Sir Humph.

Fy, fy, Whores! That's a naughty word. They are Ladies; there are no Whores but such as are poor and beat Hemp, and Whipt by Rogues in Blew Coats.

Bell.

They are brave Magistrates to commit Adultery themselves, and whip poor Wenches for simple Fornication.

Wild.

There's no Law to whip but that of Vagrants, and when a poor Wench has laboured in her Calling seven years in the same Pa∣rish; These Fellows will whip her for a Vagrant.

Bell.

These old Fellows, that love it themselves, think the Wen∣ches do so too, perhaps.

Chlo.

You are the pattern of all Knights; you keep your Mistress so fine; I'll swear 'tis very commendable—

Celia.

Oh 'tis admirable! all the Town admires you: You win the Hearts of all the Ladies with it, I vow.

Sir Humph.

No! we must all yield to your Friend Sir Nicholas Peakgoose: He is the most liberal and most obsequious Keeper, and •…•…tarves his Wife and Children for you.

Celia.

I must confess he does pretty well.—

Sir Humph.

Why did you not bring him hither?

Celia.

I should be willing enough; but if I use him to't, he'll be always going abroad in my Coach with me: No! that must not be.

Chlo.

She has a rare hand over him; if I could govern my Gallant so, I were a Princess.

Phill.

I desire not to govern, my Dear; if I have but thy Love, Child, I wish for nothing else—But thy Money.

[Aside.

Sir Humph.

No more! No more! Call in my Musick, and let 'em Sing and Play—Come in.

SONG.

LOve thee till there shall be an end of matter, So long, till Courtiers leave in Courts to flatter; While empty Courtlings shall laugh, jeer, and jibe, Or till an old lean▪ Judge refuse a Bribe.

Till Young'men Women bate, I will love thee; Till greedy Lawyers shall renounce a Fee, And till Decrepit Misers Money hate, Or Statesmen leave to juggle in a State.

While Priests Ambition troubles Common-wealths, Till Whores grow chaste and Thieves forsake their Stealths; Till Tradesmen leave to Cozen and to Lye, Till there's a Worthy Flatt'rer, or Brave Spie.

Till Honest Valiant Men can be afraid, Till Kings by Favourites are not betray'd; Till all Impossibles do meet in one, I'll love thee Phillis, and love thee alone.

Sir Humph.

Now let us retire and take the Pleasure of our Gardens: Musick follow us—

[Exeunt Omnes.

Enter Gripe and Richard.

Gripe.

Come Richard, because thou art but new come, I must in∣struct thee—Thou see'st my whole Design is to be Rich.

Rich.

Yes, and to keep your Servants Poor.

Gripe.

And to that end, I deny and keep my ba•…•…e unruly Senses un∣der: for if any one sense get the better of a man; he'll ne'r be rich.

Rich.

I am sure I han't pleas'd one since I came.

Gripe.

That's well: Let me have three Ribs of Mutton boil'd in a Pipkin for our Dinners; go, buy me a lean Breast—lean meat is wholsomest.

Rich.

If I could light of a Sheep that dy'd in a Ditch.

Gripe.

Ay, that should be cheap—besides, I like a Natural Death better than Murder. To Morrow is Holy day—I will have four Ribs, and some Cabbage.

Rich.

This is feasting, b•…•…t our ordinary Diet of Oatmeal and Water—

Gripe.

'Tis very wholsom and cleansing—

Rich.

'Tis the Scotch-Diet, very good for Mangy Hounds; What Sawce will you have for your Mutton?

Gripe.

A Pox on Sawce! it spoils the Natural appetite; yet some Onion or Garlick you may get: I have some Ferkin'Butter and Suffolk Cheese, fine lean Cheese, twill go so far—

Rich.

Sir, I have a great Inclination to a 〈◊◊〉〈◊◊〉▪ May I not get one? 'tis cheap—

Gripe.

Not so cheap, yet next Holy-day I will buy one for my Fa∣mily: But Ox Livers and the Entrails o•…•… 〈◊〉〈◊〉, are very nou∣rishing.

Rich.

He cannot b•…•… content to •…•…ob and oppress men with his Extor∣tion, but he must rob the D•…•…gs of their diet; you 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Kids and Lambs of your own, if it please your Worship.

Gripe.

It does not please my Worship, sure you have liv'd with some Epicure: No, sell 'em to Luxurious fools, that will die Beggars.

Rich.

I hear Sir Humphrey Scattergood intends to send a Buck.

Gripe.

I'll sell it then; 'twill cost more the Baking than 'tis worth—we kill our selves in England with filthy pampering.

Rich.

I can go a Fowling with my Peice, and catch Wild-fowl for your Worship.

Gripe.

By my troth but your Worship shall not; you will spend more in Powder and Shot than your Bodie's worth; Besides, a water∣Spaniel with his ravenous gut will •…•…at me out of house and home: Wild-fowl? They are fit for Lucullus or Apiciu•…•….

Rich.

Sir, we can steal Coneys, if it please you—

Gripe.

No Sir! I must find you Butter. What damn'd Luxurious Fellow hast thou lived with?

Rich.

Sir, I beseech you be pleas'd to let us have some Wheat Bread, for I have gotten the Griping, and the Iliaca Pas•…•…io, with Rye and Barley Bread.

Gripe.

Peace Fool! I am not so Prodigal, thank Heav'n.

Rich.

Must we never have any Wine or Strong—Beer—

Gripe.

Why! you Impudent fellow, would you have us dye of F•…•…a∣vers? To drink Wine shall be Treason, and strong Beer Felony with∣out Clergy: I have wholsom very, very small Beer, so clear, so fine, the Mault not to be tasted in't—The Patriarchs drank nothing but Water.

Rich.

That I deny, ask Lot else▪

Gripe.

Go—Unlock my Wife's Chamber, and bid h•…•…r come to me▪ This damn'd pampering Rogue would ruin me with his Gut.

Enter Mrs. Gripe.

Mrs. Gripe.

Will this Tyra•…•…nie never be at an end? must I be al∣ways thus abridg'd of Liberty? a •…•…am▪d Fowl ha•…•… a better tim•…•… on't, for that's fed well; but I am coop'd up and starv•…•…▪ •…•…ay have no Ne∣cessary of life, that's fit for a young Woman—

Gri•…•…e.

Come Love, you have very good wholsom food, 'tis fit a young Woman should mortifie and keep down her Lusts.

Rich.

Especially when she marries an old Man, hee'l fast her down to his own appetite—

Mrs. Gripe.

Nay, in the Winter I am kept without Fire or Candle. I have neither Natural or Artificial heat from—

Gripe.

'Tis to preserve thy life, my Love. Didst thou ever see Cooks or Glassmen long liv'd? Fire destroys the Natural heat, they live longest in cold Countreys.

Rich.

Yet Meat is always raw for want of fire.

Gripe.

I will save fire, and have it roasted by Burning▪ Glasses; and instead of Candles (and by the way the Grand Signior, suffers none of his Wives to have any,) I will have Glow-worms, rotten Wood and fish Bones—Fire suffocates Natural heat.

Mrs. Gripe.

I have heard your Servants in Winter wi•…•…h for the Plague or any hot Disease; and I for my part could be contented with a Feaver.

Gripe.

Can you not use Exercise to stir up your Natural heat.

Mrs. Gripe.

You let me have Exercise little enough! Heav'n knows.

Gripe.

Can you not play at Shuttlecock, or carry a Handful upon occasion?

Rich.

I will play at Stool-ball with the Maids, and that will stir up Natural heat.

Mrs. Gripe.

No—I have endured your cruel Tyranny too long; but above all, your Jealousie is most provoking.

G•…•…ipe.

'Tis nothing but my love, my great love. Dost thou think I do not love my Money—why I am Jealous of that, and lock it up as I do thee—I know what a Treasure thou ar•…•…▪

Mrs. Gripe.

Give me leave to know my own value too: And that I deserve not to be used so, I will have the liberty of a She-Subject of England.

Gripe.

What a Pox! The liberty of Cuckolding your Husband, for that it comes to, to receive Visits, and sculk about in Chairs in Vizors, to meet damn'd Roguy Whoremasters, which they call Ad∣mirers with a Pox to 'em.

Mrs. Gripe.

Thou deserv'st to be used so. When you are at home I am never out of my Prison, but in your presence, my cruel Jailor; and when you are abroad, I am fed at a Grate like the Lyons in the Tower (if I may call it feeding.) If there be any means under the Sun to get •…•…y liberty, I will attempt it.

[Enter Rich.

〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Nay then I will use my Conjugal authority.

Rich.

Sir Humphrey Sca•…•…ergood's Steward is come •…•…o •…•…peak with you.

Gripe.

Go into your Chamber! go, I say.

Mrs. Gripe.

Well Tyrant, I shall be quit with you.

Gripe.

No, you shall not; I'll take care not to be a Cuckold.

[She goes, he follows her, lock's •…•…er in, and returns.

Enter Steward.

Rich.

Your humble Servant.

Stew.

Sir, I am your Friend and Serva•…•…t to command. Mr. Gripe, Good Morrow to your Worship.

Gripe.

Mr. Steward, What brings you hither.

Stew.

My Master's Command.

Gripe.

What can his Worship honour me withal?

Stew.

It is to borrow Money on a Mortgage.

Gripe.

Looke you Richard, this is an Ass that will please all his Sen∣ses, and he must borrow▪ Oh damn'd Senses! Well, the Money's ready, 10000l. we treated for.

Stew.

E're long we shall have occasion to trouble you for more, as Sir Humph•…•…ey goes on.

Gripe.

See what becomes of foolish Sense-pleasers! Poor Puppies! Miserable▪ Fools! I pity 'em: I'll not please one, not •…•…▪ Richard: Come, let's about this Business, and get my Lord to Seal.

Rich.

Well said, old Chaucer, say I.—

'Twould make one▪scratch where it does not i•…•…ch, To see Fools live poor to dye rich.

[Exeunt.

The End of the First Act.