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MAMAMOUCHI, A COMEDY:
BY EDWARD RAVENSCROFT, 1675.

Foolish lender.

Debtor. As to my affairs, you know I stand indebted to you.

Creditor. A few dribbling sums, sir.

Debt. You lent them me very frankly, and with a great deal of generosity, and much like a gentleman.

Cred. You are pleased to say so.

Debt. But I know how to receive kindnesses, and to make returns according to the merits of the person that obliges me.

Cred. No man better.

Debt. Therefore pray let's see how our accounts stand.
Cred. They are down here in my table-book.
Debt. I am a man that love to acquit myself of all
obligations as soon-

Cred. See the memorandum.

Debt. You have set it all down.

Cred. All.

Debt. Pray read—

Cred. Lent, the second time I saw you, one hundred guineas.

Debt. Right.

Cred. Another time fifty.

Debt. Yes.

Cred. Lent for a certain occasion, which you did not tell me, one hundred and fifty.

Debt. Did I not? that I should conceal any thing from my friend!

Cred. No matter.

Debt. It looks like mistrust, which is a wrong to

friendship

Cred. O Lord!

Debt. I am so asham'd-for I dare trust my soul with you. I borrowed it, to lend a person of quality, whom I employed to introduce me to the king, and recommend to his particular favour, that I might be able to do you service in your affairs.

Cred. O, was it so? then that debt is as it were paid; I 'll cross it out.

Debt. By no means; you shall have it, or I vow— Cred. Well, sir, as you please.

Debt. I vow I would ne'er have borrowed of you again, as long as I had lived-but proceed

Cred. Another time, one hundred—

Debt. O, that was to send into France to my

wife to

bring her over, but the queen would not part with her then; and since, she is fallen sick.

Cred. Alas!

Debt. But pretty well recovered-
Cred. These four sums

guineas.

make up four hundred

Debt. Just as can be; a very good account. Put down two hundred more, which I will borrow of you now, and then it will be just six hundred; that is, if it will be no inconvenience to you.

Cred. Euh, not in the least.

Debt. It is to make up a sum of two thousand pounds, which I am about to lay up in houses I have

bought; but if it incommode you, I can have it elsewhere.

Cred. O, by no means.

Debt. You need but tell me, if it will be
Cred. Lord, sir, that you will think so!

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Debt. I know some will be glad of the occasion to serve me; but these are favours only to be asked of special friends, and I thought you,

being my most esteemed friend, would take it ill, if you should come to hear of it, that I did not ask you first.

Cred. It is a great honour.

THE TRIUMPHANT WIDOW,
A COMEDY:

BY THE DUKE OF NEWCASTLE, 1677.

Humours of a thief going to execution.

Officers. Room for the prisoner there! room for the prisoner !

Footpad. Make room there! 'tis a strange thing a man cannot go to be hanged without crowding for it.

1st Fellow. Pray, sir, were you not akin to one Hinde? i

Footpad. No; I had run faster away then.

2nd Fellow. Pray, prisoner, before your death clear your conscience, and tell me truly, &c.

[All ask him questions about robberies. Margery. I am sure you had my lady's gilt caudle

cup.

Footpad. Yes, and would have kept it; but she has it again, has she not?

James. And the plate out of my buttery— Footpad. Well, and had she not it again? what a plague would you have? you examine me, as if you would hang me, after I am hanged. Pray, officers, rid me of these impertinent people, and let me die in quiet.

1st Woman. O lord! how angry he is! that shows he is a right reprobate, I warrant you.

1 A noted highwayman in those days.

Footpad. I believe, if all of you were to be hanged, which I hope may be in good time, you would not be very merry.

2nd Woman. Lord, what a down look he has! Ist Woman. Ay, and what a cloud in his forehead, goody Twattle, mark that.

2nd Woman. Ay, and such frowning wrinkles, I warrant you; not so much as a smile from him. Footpad. Smile, quoth she! though 'tis sport for you, 'tis none for me, I assure you.

Ist Woman. Ay, but 'tis so long before you are hanged.

Footpad. I wish it longer, good woman.

Ist Fellow. Prithee, Mr Thief, let this be a warning to you for ever doing the like again.

Footpad. I promise you it shall.

2nd Woman. That is well! thank

you

with all my

heart, la! that was spoken like a precious godly_man now.

Ist Woman. By my truly, methinks now he is a very proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day. Footpad. Ay, so are all that are hanged; the gallows adds a great deal of grace to one's person. 2nd Woman. I vow he is a lovely man; 'tis pity he should be taken away, as they say, in the flower of his age.

1st Officer. Come, despatch, despatch; what a plague shall we stay all day, and neglect our business, to hang one thief?

2nd Officer. Pray, be hanged quickly, sir; for I am to go to a fair hard by.

Ist Officer. And I am to meet some friends to drink out a stand of ale by and by.

1st Woman. Nay, pray let him speak, and die like a Christian.

2nd Woman. O, I have heard brave speeches at this

place before.

Footpad. Well, good people—if I may be bold to call you so this pulpit was not of my choosing. I shall shortly preach mortality to you without speaking, therefore pray take example by me, and then I know what will become of you. I will be, I say, your memento mori, hoping you will all follow me.

1st Fellow. O, he speaks rarely ! 2nd Fellow. Ay, does Latin it.

Footpad. I have been too covetous, and at last taken for it, and am very sorry for it. I have been a great sinner, and condemned for it, which grieves me not a little, that I made not my escape, and so I heartily repent it, and so I die with this true confession.

1st Woman (weeping). Mercy on him, for a better man was never hanged.

2nd Woman. So true and hearty repentance, and so pious!

2nd Fellow. Help him up higher on the ladder. Now you are above us all.

Footpad. Truly I desire you were all equal with me; I have no pride in this world.

1st Fellow. Will you not sing, sir, before you are hanged?

Footpad. No, I thank you; I am not so merrily disposed.

Hangman. Come, are you ready?

Footpad. Yes, I have been preparing for you these

many years.

1st Woman. Mercy on him, and save his better part. 2nd Woman. You see what we must all come to.

[Horn blows a reprieve.

Officer. A reprieve! how came that?

Post. My lady Haughty procured it.

Footpad. I will always say, while I live, that her ladyship is a civil person.

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