Love without interest, or, The man too hard for the master a comedy : as it was acted at the Theatre Royal by His Majesty's servants.
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- Love without interest, or, The man too hard for the master a comedy : as it was acted at the Theatre Royal by His Majesty's servants.
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- Pinkethman, William, d. 1725.
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- London :: Printed for Arthur Bettesworth ... and Richard Ellison ...,
- 1699.
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"Love without interest, or, The man too hard for the master a comedy : as it was acted at the Theatre Royal by His Majesty's servants." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A54093.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 17, 2024.
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Oh Madam Honoria, I've been seeking you all the House over: Here's my Master has been babling for you this half hour: For my part, I believe he is running Mad, he keeps such a Quarter.
Why, what's the matter? Has he lost any Money lately?
Not that I know of, Madam; but I'm mightily mistaken, or he has got a Mistress, and that may be as bad on all sides.
A Mistress!
What disconsolate Scavingers Relict can this be?
I think so, Madam; she came with Mr. Wildman; he calls her Cou∣sin Eugenia.
Eugenia and Wildman Cousins! I thought they had been nearer related.
Lately come out of the Country, I vow, Madam: I dare lay my Maidenhead, if my Master holds on his rate, if she don't return very speedily, she's like to leave hers behind her, and follow the Example of her Prede∣cessors.
Gamester-like, would slur that off in a Bett, she's afraid won't pass currant in a Bargain.
Surely you surprize me?
Nay, Madam, that's not all; there's Mr. Wildman e'en as sweet up∣on your Sister. I must confess she keeps him somewhat more at a distance, than t'other does my Master. Alas, these Country Ladies are the kindest Creatures—
Ha, ha, ha.
Bless me, Sir, whence this Alteration!
From that which will cause, if I mistake not, the like in you. But to your Post, and take this Word of Advice: Our Fortunes may in all probability
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depend on Eugenia; therefore use her with respect, promote your Uncle's Af∣fection, and leave me alone for the rest.
My Obedience shall shew my Love: So Prosperity and my best Wishes attend you.
O Sister, I arrest you in the Name of Cupid: One moments Audience for Love's sake. I come from this same Master mine to be; you know who I mean, I see; prithee, what kind of Creature, what do'st think of him?
Mr. Wildman, I suppose, you mean.
Ay, ay; who else coud'st imagin? But once more, What kind of Crea∣ture do'st take him to be?
Why, a Man; and if by the little Acquaintance I have with him I may guess, bating some Flights which Youth may excuse, and Slaunder en∣crease, except my Trulove, inferiour to few or none.
Nay, as for that matter, I strongly suspect he's no Novice in the World. But, 'twixt you and I, I like a Journeyman ne'er the worse, for having serv'd a Prentiship to his Trade, so he but mind my Business when I take him to me, I shall ne'er fall a reaping up of old Trespasses done in Strangers Inclosures. As for your Comparison, Faith, you might have spar'd it; I think Mr. Wildman as good a Man as your Trulove, as you call him.
Prithee, why?
Prithee, why not?
Nay, no Passion, Sister; Sir Novelty says 'tis a Mortal Enemy to the Complexion. Let Reason take place; I'll give you these: First, Whether he loves you as my Trulove me, is a question—
Which is more than I can resolve. However, if a Man be to be believ'd by his Words, he's not far short; and the hindmost Dog, you know, may chance to be first in with the Hare. As for my part, I love Mr. Wildman as well as you your Trulove; so you may tell him; if it be but neatly done, you'll pleasure me. However, I'm resolv'd to have a Course or two with him 'fore he snaps me up, an't be but to shew him the difference 'twixt my self and I know who; tho' perhaps he may have no great need of a Whet. But all's one, I'm resolv'd to venture my Maidenhead with my Affection, and go Super∣cargo of my own Goods.
Your Resolution shews your Discretion, and seems to me a happy Au∣gury of our better Fortunes.
The End of the First ACT.