1 Enter Almahide with a Taper.

Almahide. My Light will fure discover those who talk; Who dares to interrupt my private Walk?

Almanzor. He who dares love; and for that love must dye,

And, knowing this, dares yet love on, am I.

J. DRYDEN. Conqueft of Granada, P. II. Act iv. p. 131. E. 1672.

'I will not now, if thou wouldst beg me, flay;

But I will take my Almahide away.

Idem, P. 1. Act v. p. 60. Ed. 1672.

Almanzor. Thou darft not marry her while I'm in fight;

With a bent brow thy Prieft and thee I'le fright,

And in that Scene

VVhich all thy hopes and wishes fhould content,
The thought of me shall make thee impotent.

He is led off by Guards.

Idem, P. I. Act v. p. 61. Ed. 1672.

Almanzor. Spight of my felf I'le Stay, Fight, Love,

Despair,

And I can do all this, because I dare.

Idem, P. II. Act ii. p. 99. Ed. 1672.

Enter Drawcanfir.

'K. Phys. Whit man is this that dares disturb our feast? Draw. He that dares drink, and forthat drink dares die,

And, knowing this, dares yet drink on, am I. JOHNS. That is as much as to fay, that though he would rather die than not drink, yet he would fain drink for all that too.

BAYES. Right; that's the conceipt on't.

JOHNS. 'Tis a marveilous good one; I swear.

K. Uh. Sir, if you please we should be glad to know How long you here will ftay, how foon you'l go. BAYES. Is not that now like a well-bred person, I gad? So modest, so gent!

SMI. O, very like.

"Draw. You fhall not know how long I here will stay; But you shall know I'l take my Boles away.

Snatches the Boles out of the Kings

hands, and drinks 'em off.

SMI. But, Mr. Bayes, is that (too) modest and gent? BAYES. No, I gad, Sir, but it's great.

K. Uh. Though, Brother, this grum ftranger be a Clown,

He'l leave us, fure, a little to gulp down.

'Draw. Who e'er to gulp one drop of this dares think

I'l ftare away his very pow'r to drink.

The two Kings fncak off the Stage,

with their Attendants.

[Exit.

I drink, I huff, I ftrut, look big and ftare; And all this I can do, because I dare. SMI. I fuppofe, Mr. Bayes, this is the fierce Hero you spoke of.

BAYES. Yes; but this is nothing: you fhall fee him, in the last Act, win above a dozen battels, one after another, I gad, as faft as they can poffibly be represented.

JOHNS. That will be a fight worth seeing, indeed. SмI. But pray, Mr. Bayes, why do you make the Kings let him use 'em so scurvily?

Continued from p. 100.

Franc. A ftrange fellow this.

Delpe. I, is it not? come Sir, wine we see you have: Prethee let's taft the best.

Hoft. That you shall Sir;

If you'l hear Mufick, and a Song with't,

I'm ready: you fhall want nothing here.

Sings.

Yee may Tipple, and Tipple, and Tipple all out,

Till yee baffle the Stars, and the Sun face about.

Delpe. Away with your Drunken fongs, have you nothing fitter to please the Ladies?

Hoft. Yes Sir.

Delpe. Come away with it then.

Hoft Sings.

Colig. Moft Excellent ifaith! Here's to thee honeft fellow with all my heart; nay stay a little, this is very good VVine; here's to thee again--heark you honeft fellow, let me speak with you aside. D'ye Count here by pieces or d'ye treat by the head?

Hoft. I'l treat by the head Sir, if you please; a Crown a head, and you fhall have excellent cheer, VVine as much as you can drink.

Colig. That's honestly said; you know my father friend, tis Mounfieur Cortaux.

Hoft. Yes Sir, the famous Scrivener here of Tours.
Colig. VVell, treat us very well, I'l fee thee pay'd.

Hoft. Nay Sir, I'l fee myself pay'd, I'l warrant you, before you and I part.

Colig. I do mean it fo honeft friend, but prethee speak not a word to the Gentlemen, for then you quite difgrace, Sir, your moft humble Servant.

Hoft. Mum, a word to the wife is enough.

Colig. Come, come, Friend where's the Capon of Bruges you laft spoke of?

Hoft. Here at hand Sir, Wife undo my Helmet, this, Sir, Is my Creft.

Delp. A very improper one for a marri'd man.

Colig. Yes faith and troth, he should have had horns, ha, ha, ha, Here's to yee noble Captain; a very good jeft

As I am a Gentleman:

D'elp. I thank you Sir!

Colig. Methink's you are melancholly, Sir!

La'ma. Not I Sir, I can affure you: Lady's how

Like ye the sport, an odd Collation, but well

Contriv'd.

Fran. The contrivance is all in all.

Concluded at p. 106.

BAYES. Phoo! that is to raise the character of Drawcanfir.

JOHNS. O' my word, that was well thought on. BAYES. Now, Sir, I'l fhew you a Scene indeed; or rather, indeed, the Scene of Scenes. 'Tis an Heroick

Scene.

SMI. And pray, Sir, what is your defign in this Scene? BAYES. Why, Sir, my design is Roman Cloaths, guilded Truncheons, forc'd conceipt, fmooth Verse, and a Rant: In fine, if this Scene does not take, I gad, I'l write no more. Come, come in, Mr. a nay, come in as many as you can. Gentlemen, I must defire you to remove a little, for I must fill the Stage. SMI. Why fill the Stage?

BAYES. Ó, Sir, because your Heroick Verse never founds well, but when the Stage is full.

SCENA II.

Enter Prince Pretty-man, and Prince Volfcius.

Ay, hold, hold; pray by your leave a little. Look you, Sir, the drift of this Scene is fomewhat more than ordinary: for I make 'em both fall out because they are not in love with the fame woman.

SMI. Not in love? you mean, I fuppofe, because they are in love, Mr. Bayes?

BAYES. No, Sir; I fay not in love: there's a new conceipt for you. Now, speak.

Pret. Since fate, Prince Volfcius, has found out the

way

For our fo long'd-for meeting here this day, Lend thy attention to my grand concern. Vols. I gladly would that story of thee learn; But thou to love dost, Pretty-man, incline: Yet love in thy breast is not love in mine. BAYES. Antithefis! thine and mine.

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Concluded from p. 104.

Maria. What makes my Brother kneel, look, look Sifter.
Colig. Here's a health to our noble Colonel,

Gentlemen, ye fee 'tis a good one!

D'elp. Yes, and a large one, but if both drink it

How fhall we lead your Sifters home!

Colig. No matter, Hem: here 'tis Gentlemen, super Naculum. Come, come a Tanfey Sirrah quickly.

ye

here Sir.

D'elp. Has pos'd ye there mine Hoft.
Hoft. That's as time fhall try, look
The lining of my Cap is good for something.
La'mar. Faith this was unlook'd for.

D'elp. S'fifh I think all his apparel is made of commendable

Stuff; has he not Ginger-bread-fhoes on.

Hoft. No truly Sir: 'tis feldom call'd for in a Tavern,

Colig. Nay I've no need on't, faith thou art a brave Fellow Here's mine Hoft's health Gentlemen.

:

D'elp. Could you procure these Ladies a dish of Cream Sir, this will fhew your Mafter-piece!

Hoft. 'Tis the only weapon I fight at; look ye

Gentlemen the thunder has melted my fword

In the fcabbard, But 'tis good, taste it.

D'elp. Th' aft my Verdict to be the wonder of Hofts, Shalt have a Patent for't if I have any

Power at Court.

T. PORTER. The Villain. Act iii. Sc. i. pp. 47–50. Ed. 1663.