_Prince._ You pain me when you compliment my Friendship. [Embracing.
_Geo._ Perhaps you will not think me worth this Honour, when you shall hear my Story.
_Prince._ Thou canst say nothing I can value less.
_Geo._ Perhaps too my way of Living has deceiv"d you, being still receiv"d by Princes, as Companions in all their Riots, Loves, and Divertis.e.m.e.nts; where ev"n you did me the Honour to esteem, and call me Friend.
_Prince._ Whate"er thou art, I"m sure thy Mind"s ill.u.s.trious.
_Geo._ My Family, I must confess, is honourable; but, Sir, my Father was the younger House, of which my unhappy self was destin"d to be last: I"m a _Cadet_, that Out-cast of my Family, and born to that curse of our old _English_ Custom. Whereas in other Countries, younger Brothers are train"d up to the Exercise of Arms, where Honour and Renown attend the Brave; we basely bind our youngest out to Slavery, to lazy Trades, idly confin"d to Shops or Merchants Books, debasing of the Spirit to the mean Cunning, how to cheat and chaffer.
_Prince._ A Custom insupportable!--
_Geo._ To this, to this low wretchedness of Life, your Servant, Sir--was destin"d by his Parents, and am yet this bound indentur"d Slave.
_Prince._ Thou hast no cause to quarrel with thy Stars, since Virtue is most valu"d when opprest--Are all your Merchants Apprentices thus gay?
_Geo._ Not all--but, Sir, I could not bow my Mind to this so necessary Drudgery; and yet however, I a.s.sum"d my native Temper, when out o"th"
Trading City; in it, I forc"d my Nature to a dull slovenly Gravity, which well enough deceiv"d the busy Block-heads; my Clothes and Equipage I lodg"d at this End of the Town, where I still pa.s.s"d for something better than I was, whene"er I pleas"d to change the Trader for the Gentleman.
_Prince._ And liv"d thus undiscover"d--
_Geo._ With Ease, still lov"d and courted by the Great, ever play"d high with those durst venture most; and durst make Love where"er my Fancy lik"d: but sometimes running out my Master"s Cash, (which was supply"d still by my Father) they sent me, to reform my expensive Life, a Factor, into _France_--still I essay"d to be a plodding Thriver, but found my Parts not form"d for dirty Business.
_Prince._ There"s not a Thought, an Action of thy Soul, that does not tend to something far more glorious.
_Geo._ If yet you think me worthy of your Favour, command that Life you have so oft preserv"d.
_Prince._ No more;--Thou hast increas"d my Value for thee.--Oh! take my Heart, and see how"t has been us"d by a fair Charmer, since I saw thee last--That sullen day we parted, you for _England_, you may remember I design"d for _Flanders_.
_Geo._ I do, with Melancholy, Sir, remember it.
_Prince._ Arriv"d at _Ghent_, I went to see an _English_ Nun initiated, where I beheld the pretty Innocent, deliver"d up a Victim to foolish Chast.i.ty; but among the Relations, then attending the Sacrifice, was a fair Sister of the young Votress, but so surpa.s.sing all I"ad seen before, that I neglecting the dull holy Business, paid my Devotion to that kneeling Saint.
_Geo._ That was the nearest way to Heaven, my Lord.
_Prince._ Her Face, that had a thousand Charms of Youth, was heighten"d with an Air of Languishment; a lovely Sorrow dwelt upon her Eyes, that taught my new-born-Pa.s.sion Awe and Reverence.
_Geo._ This Description of her fires me.-- [Aside.
_Prince._ Her dimpl"d Mouth, her Neck, her Hand, her Hair, a Majesty and Grace in every Motion, compleated my Undoing; I rav"d, I burnt, I languish"d with Desire, the holy Place cou"d scarce contain my Madness: with Pain, with Torture, I restrain"d my Pa.s.sion when she retir"d, led sadly from the Altar. I, mixing with the Croud, enquir"d her Name and Country; her Servant told me, that she was of Quality, and liv"d in _England_, nay, in this very Town: this gave me Anguish not to be conceiv"d, till I resolv"d to follow her, which is the cause you find me here so soon. Thy Aid, thy Aid, _Lejere_, or I am lost.
_Geo._ I wish to live no longer than to serve your Highness: if she be, Sir, a Maid of Quality, I shall soon find her out, and then you"ll easily conquer. You"ve all the Youth, and Beauty, that can charm; and what gains most upon a Woman"s Heart, you"ve a powerful t.i.tle, Sir, a sort of Philter, that ne"er fails to win. But you"ve not told me yet the Lady"s Name.
_Prince._ I had forgot that;--"Tis in these Tablets written: [Gives him the Tablets.
I"m now in haste, going to receive some Bills: I lodge at _Welborn"s_, who came over with me, being sent for to be marry"d.
_Geo._ I know the House, "tis in _Southampton-Square_: I"ll wait upon your Highness-- [Exit _Prince_.
Let me see--Daughter to a deceas"d Lord; a Maid, and no Dowry, but Beauty; living in _Lincoln"s-Inn-Fields_.
[Opening the Tablets, reads.
--Ha!--her Name _Mirtilla_! _Mirtilla_! [Pauses.
Prince, thou hast paid thyself for all the Favours done me.
_Mirtilla!_ [Pauses.
Why, yes, _Mirtilla_! He takes but what she has given away already.--
Oh! d.a.m.n her, she has broke her Faith, her Vows, and is no longer mine--And thou"rt my Friend.
[Pauses again.
_Mirtilla"s_ but my Mistress, and has taken all the Repose of my poor Life away--Yes, let him take her, I"ll resign her to him; and therefore shut my Eyes against her Charms: fix her Inconstancy about my Heart, and scorn whatever she can give me.
[Exit.
SCENE II. A Chamber.
Enter Sir _Morgan Blunder_ in a Night-Gown and Cap; to him _Manage_ with a Caudle.
_Man._ Your Lady Mother has sent you a Caudle, Sir.
Sir _Morg._ Good Mrs. _Manage_, remember my kind Love to my Lady Mother, and tell her, I thank her for her Posset, but never eat in a Morning after hard drinking over night.
_Man._ Ah, Sir, but now you"re marry"d to a fine Lady, you ought to make much of your self.
Sir _Morg._ Good Madam, as little of your Matrimony as of your Caudle; my Stomach is plaguy squeamish, and a hair of the old Dog"s worth both of "em. Oh! sick! sick!
Enter Sir _Merlin_, singing a Song in praise of a Rake-h.e.l.l"s Life.
A SONG.
The _Town-Rake_; written by Mr. _Motteux_.
I.
_What Life can compare with the jolly Town-Rake"s, When in Youth his full Swing of all Pleasure he takes?
At Noon, he gets up, for a Whet, and to dine, And wings the dull Hours with Mirth, Musick and Wine; Then jogs to the _Play-house_, and chats with the Masks, And thence to the _Rose_, where he takes his three Flasks.
There, great as a _Caesar_, he revels, when drunk, And scours all he meets, as he reels to his Punk; Then finds the dear Girl in his Arms when he wakes.
What Life can compare with the Jolly Town-Rake"s?_
II.
_He, like the _Great Turk_, has his Favourite She; But the Town"s his _Seraglio_, and still he lives free.
Sometimes she"s a Lady; but as he must range, _Black-Betty_, or _Oyster-Doll_, serves for a Change.
As he varies his Sports, his whole Life is a Feast; He thinks him that"s soberest the most like a Beast.
At Houses of Pleasure breaks Windows and Doors; Kicks Bullies and Cullies, then lies with their Wh.o.r.es.
Rare work for the Surgeon, and Midwife he makes.
What Life can compare with the Jolly Town-Rake"s?_
III.