As I fhall fcorn the Conqueft to outlive,
This fhall a Period to his Triumph give.

[Shews a Dugger] Exeunt. SCENE changes to another Apartment. Enter Serjeant Eitherfide and Maria; he pulling ber in.

Serj. Come in, you Baggage, you run away Thief It is well I met you: I would not have had you gone home for 5000 1.Gads my Life, I had been unjudg'd before my Taylor had finished my Robes-Ifhould not have had the fatisfaction of feeing how Scarlet becomes me, and your Aunt wou'd have turn'd you out of Doors.

Mar. Why wou'd you leave me then alone with him?

Serj. To have pleafed your felf, come, come, no more Words (Pulling out a Handkerchief,drops aPaper, which he takes up) away with your buts, your ifs, and your yets, and join Iffue immediately, or you're nonfuited. Muft I be forced to ufe my Authority? don't provoke me, leaft you fink under the Weight of a Judge's Difpleafure. We are dreadfl Fellows in Power! therefore have a Care.

Maria. This new Honour has certainly craz'd my Uncle! Oh, my Confcience, rather than be degraded he wou'd ftand by this Devil of Mortimer himself, till he perform'd the deed of Darkness. Pray Sir, let me go Home.

Serj. If you will

go to the Place from whence you came, you fhall thence to the Place of Execution, where you fhall be Hang'd till you're half Dead, and, then be cut into four Quarters, and your Bowels burnt for high, Swinging-high-Treafon in Rebelling against the Sovereign Authority of my unfpotted Ermin.

Maria. This Crime will make it foul:

Black as Hell's Practice, or the Trade of Perjury. What to do I know not: If I refufe, I loofe his Favour, and that's my Bread: If I comply, then farewell Reputation and peace of Mind.

Serj. What again at a ftand? Why, you perplex

the

the Caufe worse than an Evidence that's Deaf and Dumb, and is only to be understood by Signs. Go to, and know your Duty, for I expect an Obedience as if I were your Father. You're my adopted Child, and bound to fubmit to my Commands, if the ancient Measures of divine and humane Laws are of any Force, and if they are not, I'll make new Ones on this Occafion.

Maria. Command my Life, and I'll freely give it; but this is fuch a Task, I cannot think upon't, but Horror feizes me.

Serj. Whence comes thefe Fits in the Devil's Name? they're not of the Mother I'm fure: She wou'd have Swallow'd fuch an Offer, and have made no Bones on't.

Maria. Difpofe of me any ways but this; tho' it be to my Death I'll thank you for't, but to give my felf up to the lewd Embraces of a Perfon I mortally Hate is far more terrible, and I had rather ftarve than gain a Fortune on fuch bafe Conditions.

Serj. Conditions! Why, thou perverfe Chit of a wanton Generation, how cam'ft thou thus baftardiz'd? hufwife, hufwife, if you won't lye with him, you will with fome Body you like better, and I'll make you accept of my choice, or turn you out of Doors with your load of Virtue inftead of a Portion, and fee how the ftarving your Spirit will agree with the Pride of your Flesh.

Maria. What shall I do? what Course fhall Ifteer? Serj. That which tends to the making you rich and happy.

Maria. I fhall be ruin'd.

Serj. You fhall be made,
Maria. A Whore.

Serj. Why, you peremptory Carrion, who thrives that are otherwife? He's a wife Man, and will be careful of your Honour in regard of his own; and to my knowledge 'tis fafer trufting your Virtue in his Hands, than Money in a Bankers- True, he isa little Waggish or fo; alas! Child, that's nothing

learned Men are of Opinion, that warmingthe

Blood

Blood by being now and then Facetious, is very conducing to Health -Gads, my Life, he's here Niece if you have any respect for yourfelf and me, play the Part of an understanding Woman, and make ule of the Time,--have a Care,-I fhall watch you, [Going.

Enter Mortimer.

Mort. Ho! Brother Lord-a word before you go. Serj. What Commands has my moft illuftrious Prop of Preferment! Any thing new, my Lord.

Mort. Happy News for you, I always thought you would be a great Man; why the Queen by me puts an opportunity into your Hands of being greater ftill.

Serj. How does her Majefty think upon the loweft of her Subjects? I fhall never be able to repay fuch Goodnefs,-can I ferve her my Lord?

Mort. Why,Nobody elfe; fhe has try'd the Judges already, and they are wrefty like fo many tired

Horses.

Serj. What is it, my Lord? what is it? -- How does your Lordship like my Niece? is the Courteous ? Mort. Charmingly, Charmingly, but to our Bufinefs, there are a parcel of froward Perfons, that ftand upon their Privileges because they are Peers, and you must know are very unmannerly both to the Queen and myfelf. Now they were ordered to be profecuted with Mountacute, and the Knaves in Scarlet refused, pretending they were above their Cognizance.

Serj. How! above their Cognizance! who are they? let me know 'em, and their Crimes, and ifI do not Cafe 'em up, uncafe me-But what will become of me if a Parliament thou'd be fummon'd?

Mort. Oh! fear it not; the Queen will never call a Parliament, leaft they might Queftion her, as well as you; therefore be ftauch.

Serj. Twift a Whip, I'll go thro' ftitch, my Lord -I'll wade thro' thick and thin, till I'm made Chief Juftice, or Chancellor. [Exit. Mort. 'Tis well, my little wandring Jew, you

came

came back as you did, else you had loft a Lover. Say then, can't thou love me? Speak, and make me happy, and thyfelf illuftrious.

Maria. Good, Sir, fpare the trouble, and let my Blushes ípeak my Heart.

Mort. What! Muft I then be forc'd to bribe my Judges e'er she will give her Opinion-here, theres Gold for thee-nay, nay, take it-she has nick'd me 'faith: my own Way exactly: the Method I follow to a tittle-but my

Sentence

Maria. I am not as I was, yet cannot tell my ailing. Since I have feen you, Sir, my Heart doth throb and beat as if 'twou'd have liberty.

Mort. Caught by my Honour' fhe's in, and at this rate; there will be no occafion for Violence. [Afide. Maria. And when you fpeak of Love, your Words pierce me- I find a pleafing fhivering feize on me, and I grow giddy with the unufual Joy.

Mort. In Love, the Experience of thirty could not have demonftrated better-Come, Child, I'll repay it with double Intereft-I have a thousand fine Curiofities within my Clofet, which thou fhalt be Lady of immediately.

Maria. Oh, Heavens! What have I done? I've fool'd myself into a Snare But bleffed Deliverance! my Uncle. Re-enter Serjeant Eitherfide, confus'd, and looking round the Room for the Paper he dropp'd.

Mort. Poh on this Rafcally Serjeant! The Fellof has forgot all Manners fince I made him a Judge how now, my Lord! what brings you fo foon back?

Serj. My Lord! (Looking round.) Mort. Have you loft any thing?

Serj. Loft any thing! odds fo, I must not fay I've loft the Paper he gave for the World

'tis as much as my Judgfhip is worth. (Afide.) No, my Lord yes I have loft, I may say, all

patience

patience with this untowardly Girl, here.

Mort. Come, come, Brother, don't chide her let me tell you fhe mends apace- fhe is not half fo fqueamish as the was.

Serj. Verily, I rejoice to find the Wench has Grace at laft-Many a Leffon have I read her, and many an aching Heart have I had for fear fhe fhould rebel against my paternal tenderness and become graceless.

Mort. But now, Child, tell your Uncle there's no fear on't.

Maria. I hope, my Lord, there is not.

Serj. I tell you, my Lord, your shy Cocks for the moft part fight the beft Battle.

Enter Gentleman.

Gent. My Lord, here's a faucy, impertinent, infolent fort of a Man below, fays, he must and will fpeak to your Lordship-He's not to be faid nay.

Mort. Muft fpeak with us! what wants he f

what is he? do'ft know?

Gent. His Bufinefs, he faid, was with the Mafter, and not with his Man; and looks one of the meaner Citizens.

Mort. No Citizen of rank durft ufe any of my Dependents in that rough Manner, however, fend him up, let's fee this abrupt Rafcal, if his Intelligence be not pleasing, he fhall pay dear for this Interruption. [Exit Gent.

Serj. I find, my Lord, you are unealy at your being fo open to Bufinefs; nor can you be private here indeed as Love requires.. -What thinks your Lordship of my Houfe? there you may be fecure.

Mort. You advise, and as becomes your Robe Nothing better-Affoon as I've dispatched this Wretch, I'll attend you.

Enter Felt.

Felt. A hard Cafe truly

Pack of Scoundrels here.

because I have not

fine Cloaths on, forfooth, I must be abused by a

Mort.