Five nevv playes, viz. The English moor, or the mock-marriage. The love-sick court, or the ambitious politique: Covent Garden weeded. The nevv academy, or the nevv exchange. The queen and concubine. / By Richard Brome.

ACT. 5. SCENE 2.

Dionysia as before in mans habit, sword and pistol.

What a fierce conflict twixt revenge and love, Like an unnatural civil war, now rages In my perplexed breast. There, fight it out; To it Pel-mel my thoughts. The battel's hot. Now for the day! revenge begins to stagger, And her destracted Army at an instant R••uted and put to flight. All conquering love, Thou hast got the victory; and now I sue

(Like a rent kingdom by self-opposite thoughts) Unto thy soveraignty, to be the liege-right. Take me to thy protection, kingly love, And having captivated my revenge, O, play not now the Tyrant. A firm hope Perswades me no: But when I shall Reveal my self I shall obtain Theophilus love. Which now is ten times sweeter in my thought Then my revenge was, when 'twas first begot.

Ent. The. & Lucy.

The.

What, still alone? we have been seeking thee.

Dio.

O 'tis the service that I ow you Sir.

Lu.

Indeed you are too pensive: two whole dayes And nights among us, and no more familiar?

Ent. Ar. in his false beard, ••eading in Mil. veil'd. Pages they stand a∣loofe.

Pa.

May I crave your name, Sir?

Ar.

That's to little purpose, My business is the thing—yonder's the star! What young Gentleman is that your Mistris arm Appears so courteous too?

Pa.

One she thinks well on Sir, No matter for his name, as you said, neither.

Ar.

He seems some well grac'd suitor. 'Tis my fear, If he should now—I must be just however.

Pa.

Sir, a Gentleman desires to speak with you.

The.

Dost thou not know his name?

Pa.

He will not tell it Sir.

The.

You treacherous boy, do you bring you know not whom? O 'tis the Gentleman I was so bound to, Sister: The welcom'st man alive; Thanks my good boy. What's she he brings in veil'd, and this way leads?

Ar.

Sir, though I am still a stranger in my visit, To works of gentleness, I am partly known. There (if you chance t'enquire of me hereafter (When I shall more deserve your inquisition) I may be found, if not exact in service, A least a poor pretender in my wishes: And so presenting this white gift, (more modest

Then the most secret duty of mans friendship Can ever be) I take my leave—

The.

This man Would breed, at every time ht's seen, a wonder! Sir, leave me not thus lost: let me once know you, And what this mystery means? This bears a shape I may not entertain: I have set my vow Against all woman kinde, since Heaven was married To my first love; and must not willingly Discover a temptation with mine own hand.

Ar.

How shie and nice we are to meet our happinesse! Like dying wretches, '••raid to go to rest. Because you shall be guilty of no breach I'le ope the Casket for you.

He unveils her, & slips away.

The.

Blesse me, it is— Warm, so Love cherish me and comfortable.

Dio.

O death, my hopes are blasted.

Lu.

How is it with you, sir.

The.

Might a man credit his own sences now This were my Millicent. How think you, sister?

Mil.

Indeed I am so, my Theophilus.

Dio.

She lives, and he is lost to me for ever, I shall be straight discover'd too. False Love Thou hast dealt loosely with me; And Revenge I re-invoke thy nobler spirit: Now Possesse me wholly; let it not be thought I came and went off idly.

Lu.

Sir, something troubles you. See your kinswoman My brother stands intranc'd too; Brother, brother▪ Noble Lady, speak to him.

Mil.

I was in my discovery too sudden. Strong rapture of his joy transmutes him—Sir, Be not so wonder-struck; or, if you be, Let me conjure you by the love you bore me, R••turn unto your self again. Let not A wandring thought fly from you, to examine

From whence, or how I came: If I be welcome I am your own and Millicent.

The.

And in that So blest a treasure, that the wealth and strength Of all the world shall never purchace from me. Heaven may be pleas'd again to take thee, but Ile hold so fast, that wee'll go hand in hand; Besides, I hope his mercy will not part us. But where's the man now more desir'd then ever That brought you hither?

Mil.

You ask in vain for him. I can resolve you all; but for the present He will be known to none.

The.

This is a cruel goodness: To put thankfulness Out of all action. Sirah, how went he?

Pa.

I know not, Sir, he vanish'd sodainly.

The.

Vanish'd! good Lucy help to hold her fast She may not vanish too. Spirits are subtle.

Mil.

This was my fear. Will you have patience, And fit but in this chair while I relate my story.

The.

Ile be as calm in my extreamest deeps As is the couch where a sweet conscience sleeps.

Dio.

Tis now determinate as fate; and so At the whole cluster of'em. Bless me ha!

As Dionisia presents her pistol. Enter. Rash. Mean. Win. Rafe. Arthur.

My father living! Then the cause is dead Of my revenge.

Rash.

What is he kill'd out right. Or els but hurt? Theophilus! my boy! Dead, past recovery. Stay the murdress there. Look you, Sir, to her. I suspect your son too Is not without a hand in't by the hast We met him in.

Lu.

He is not hurt at all My honour'd father, as I desire your blessing, But stricken with an extasie of joy.

Rash.

Look up my boy. How dost?here's none but friends.

The.

Sure, sure w'are all then in Elisium Where all are friends and fill'd with equal joy. Earth can have no felicity like this. If thisbe any thing.

Rash.

Thou canst not see nothing, Look well about thee man.

The.

I see, I feel, I hear and know ye all: But who knowes what he knowes, sees, feels, or hears? Tis not an age for man to know himself in.

Rash.

He is not mad I know by that.

The.

If I know any thing, you are my father—

Rash.

Thou art a wise child.

The.

And I beseech your blessing.

Rash.

Thou hast it. Millicont, I have heard your story, And Lucy, you betwixt you sooth his fancy, He will be well anon. Keep'em company Arthur, And Lucy, bid him welcome.

Lu.

More then life, Sir.

Rash.

You Dionysia would be chid a little; But, Sir, let me intreat her parden••

Mea.

Dry your eyes: you have it. Go instantly resume your sexes habit, And with the rest be ready, if we call ye To Quicsands house. The rumour of our coming Already calls us thither to be assistant To justice Testy in a pondrous difference.

Kash.

How does he now?

Ar.

He's fallen into a slumber.

Rash.

In with him all I pray.

Ar. &c.

He shall have all our cares.

Exit with The. in the chair.

Rash.

Come my friend Meanwell. Now to Quick-sands cause, To keep it out of wrangling lawyers jawes. The face of danger is almost made clean And may conclude all in a comick scene.

Exit.