it as 'twere a Recantation Play;
Renouncing all that has pretence to witty,
T'oblige the Reverend_ Brumighams _o'th' City:
No smutty Scenes, no Jests to move your Laughter,
Nor Love that so debauches all your Daughters.
But shou'd the Torys now,--who will desert me,
Because they find no dry bobs on your Party,
Resolve to hiss, as late did Popish Crew, |
By Yea and Nay, she'll throw her self on you, |
The grand Inquest of Whigs, to whom she's true. |
Then let 'em rail and hiss, and damn their fill,
Your Verdict will be_ Ignoramus _still_.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
MEN.
Don _Carlos_, Governour of _Cadiz_, young and rich,
in love with _Julia_, Mr. _Smith_
_Antonio_, a Merchant, young and rich. Friend to _Carlos_,
in love with _Clara_, but promis'd to _Isabella_, Mr. _Wiltshire_
_Francisco_, old and rich, Husband to _Julia_, and
Father to _Isabella_, Mr. _Nokes_.
_Baltazer_, Father to _Julia_ and _Clara_, Mr. _Bright_.
_Sebastian_, Father to _Antonio_, Mr. _Freeman_.
_Guzman_, Gentlemen to _Carlos_, Mr. _Underhill_.
_Guiliom_, a Chimney-Sweeper; the False Count, Mr. _Lee_.
Two overgrown Pages to the False Count,
A little Page to the False Count.
_Petro_, Cashier to _Antonio_.
Page to Don _Carlos_.
Captain of a Gally.
Two Seamen.
_Lopez_, Servant to _Baltazer_.
Several disguis'd like _Turks_.
WOMEN.
_Julia_, Wife to _Francisco_, young and handsom,
in love with _Carlos_, Mrs. _Davis_.
_Clara_, Sister to _Julia_, in love with _Antonio_, Mrs. _Petty_.
_Isabella_, Daughter to _Francisco_; proud, vain and
foolish, despising all Men under the degree of Quality,
and falls in love with _Guiliom_, Mrs. _Corror_.
_Jacinta_, Woman to _Julia_, Mrs. _Osborne_.
Wife to _Petro_.
Dancers, Singers, &c.
ACT I.
SCENE I. _The Street_.
_Enter_ Carlos, Antonio _and_ Guzman.
_Car_. By all that's good, I'm mad, stark raving mad,
To have a Woman young, rich, beautiful,
Just on the point of yielding to my Love,
Snatcht from my Arms by such a Beast as this;
An old ridiculous Buffoon, past Pleasure,
Past Love, or any thing that tends that way;
Ill-favour'd, ill-bred, and ill-qualify'd,
With more Diseases than a Horse past Service;
And only blest with Fortune and m
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