Well. (L.C.) Say so much To my friend, I pray you. Wat. (R. C.) For your sake, I do, sir. Well. (c.) Mum; this is nothing. Mar. More than ever I'd have believ'd, tho' I had found it in my primer. Allw. (R.) When I have given you reasons for my late harshness, You'll pardon and excuse me; for, believe me, Though now I part abruptly, [Crosses to c.] in my service I will deserve it. Mar. Service! with a vengeance! Well. I'm satisfied: farewell, Tom. Allw. All joy stay with you! [Crosses, and Exit, L. Enter AMBLE, r. Amb. You're happily encounter'd; I ne'er yet Presented one so welcome as I know, You will be to my lady. Mar. This is some vision; Or, sure, these men are mad, to worship a dunghill; Well. Be still a pagan, An unbelieving infidel; be so, miscreant, And meditate on blankets, and on dog-whips! Enter FURNACE, L. S. E.-Comes between WELL. and MAR. Fur. I'm glad you're come; until I know your plea sure, I knew not how to serve up my lady's dinner. Mar. His pleasure! is it possible? Well. What's thy will? Fur. Marry, sir, I have Some rails and quails, and my lady will'd me ask you, What kind of sauces best affect your palate, That I may use my utmost skill to please it. [WELLBORN whispers FURNACE up the Stage. Mar. Walking about, amazed.] The devil's enter'd this cook: sauce for his palate, That, on my knowledge, Durst wish but cheese-parings and brown bread on Sundays! Well. That way I like them best. Fur. It shall be done, sir. [Exit FURNACE, L. s. e. Well. What think you of the hedge we shall dine under? Shall we feed gratis? Mar. I know not what to think; 'Pray you, make me not mad. Enter ORDER, R. Ord. This place becomes you not; 'Pray you, walk, sir, to the dining-room. Well. I am well here, "Till her ladyship quits her chamber. Mar. Well here, say you? "Tis a rare change! but yesterday, you thought Yourself well in a barn, wrapp'd up in pease-straw. Enter TABITHA and ABIGAIL, R. Tab. O! you're much wish'd for, sir. Abi. Last night, my lady Dreamt of you; and her first command this morning, Wat. See my lady. Enter LADY ALLWORTH, R.-ORDER bows and exit, R. Lady A. I come to meet you, and languish'd till I saw you This first kiss is for form; I allow a second To such a friend. Mar. To such a friend! heaven bless me! Well. I'm wholly your's; yet, madam, if you please To grace this gentleman with a salute [Puts MARRALL over to LADY ALLWORTH, R. Mar. Salute me at his bidding! [MARRALL retreats towards the Door, L. Well. I shall receive it As a most high favour. Lady A. Your friends are ever welcome to me. Mar. To kiss her foot is, to poor me, a favour I am unworthy of [Offers to kiss her Foot. Lady A. (R.) Nay, 'pray you, rise; And, since you are so humble, I'll exalt you: You shall dine with me to day at mine own table. Mar. (c.) Your ladyship's table! I'm not good enough To sit at your steward's board. Lady A. You are too modest; I will not be denied. Enter ORDER, R. Ord. Dinner is ready for your ladyship. [TO MARRALL, who is retreating again. Nay, keep us company. Mar. I was ne'er so grac'd. [LADY ALLWORTH and WELLBORN take MARRALL by the hand-he bowing with the greatest servility-they retire through M. D. followed by ABIGAIL, TABITHA, AMBLE and WATCHALL. Enter FURNACE, L. S. E. Ord. (R. C.) So, we've play'd our parts, and are come off well: But if I know the mystery, why my lady Consented to it, may I perish! Fur. (c.) Would I had The roasting of his heart that cheated him, And forces the poor gentleman to these shifts! By fire-for cooks are Persians, and swear by it, I ever heard or read of, I ne'er met A match to Sir Giles Overreach. Wat. (L. C.) What will you take To tell him so, fellow Furnace? Fur. Just as much As my throat is worth; for that would be the price on't. To grow rich, and then purchase, is too common: Yet he, to admiration, still increases In wealth and lordships. Ord. He frights men out of their estates, And breaks through all law-nets, made to curb ill men, As they were cobwebs. No man dares reprove him. Such a spirit to dare, and power to do, were never Lodg'd so unluckily. Enter AMBLE, M. D. Amb. Ha! ha! I shall burst. Of your sudden mirth. Amb. Ha! ha! my lady has got Such a guest at her table!-this term driver, Marrall, This snip of an attorney! Wat. What of him, man? Amb. The knave feeds so slovenly! Fur. Is this all? Amb. My lady Drank to him for fashion's sake, or to please Master Wellborn; As I live, he rises and takes up a dish In which there were some remnants of a boil'd capon, And pledges her in white broth! Fur. Nay, 'tis like The rest of his tribe. Amb. And when I brought him wine, All the Servants. Ha! ha! ha! Ord. Risen already? Fur. My lady frowns. Amb. I shall be chid. [Exit FURNACE, L. S. E.-Servants all run to L. Enter LADY ALLWORTH, WELLBORN, and Lady A. (c.) You attend us well! Let me have no more of this: I observ'd your leering: Sir, I will have you know, whom I think worthy To sit at my table, When I am present, is not your companion. Ord. [Aside.] Nay, she'll preserve what's due to her. Lady A. [To WELLBORN.] You are master Of your own will. I know so much of manners, As not to inquire your purposes; in a word, [Crosses to R. WELLBORN following her. To me you are ever welcome, as to a house That is your own, Well. Mark that. Mar. (L.) With reverence, sir, And it like your worship. [TO MARRALL. . Well. Trouble yourself no further, Dear madam, my heart's full of zeal and service; Come, Master Marrall. Mar. I attend your worship. [Crosses to L. [Exeunt WATCH ALL, WELLBORN, and MARRALL, L. An easy mistress: be merry; I have forgot all. Further directions. Ord. What you please. Amb. We are ready. [Exeunt, R. SCENE III.-The open Country. Enter WELLBORN and MARRALL, L. S. E. Well. I think I'm in a good way. Mar. Good, sir! The best way; The certain best way. You are worshipful-and I hope you will become rightworshipful. Well. (R. c.) Is't for your ease Mar. (L. c.) Ease, and it like your worship! Well. [Aside.] Is not this a true rogue, Mar. I know your worship's wise and needs no coun sel; Yet if, in my desire to do you service, I humbly offer my advice, (but still Under correction), I hope I shall not Incur your high displeasure. Well. No; speak freely. Mar. Then, in my judgment, sir, my simple judg ment, (Still with your worship's favour), I could wish you A better habit; for this cannot be But much distasteful to the noble lady |