THE MOCK-TEMPEST: OR THE Enchanted Castle. ACTED AT THE Theatre Royal.  
Written By T. DUFFETT.  
Hic totus volo rideat libellus. Mart.  
LONDON, Printed for William Cademan at the Popes-Head in the lower Walk of the New Exchange in the Strand. 1675.   

THE INTRODUCTION, Spoken by Mr. Hains, and Mrs. Mackarel.  Mr. Hains Enters alone. 
YOU are of late become so mutinous,  
Y'ave forced a reverend Bard to quit our House.  
Since you're so soon misled to ruin us,  
I'll call a Spirit forth that shall declare,  
What all your tricks and secret Virtues are.  
What? ho Ariel!  Enter Betty Mackarel. 
Here's Betty— Now rail if you dare:  
Speak to'em Betty— ha! ashamed, alas poor Girl,  
Whisper me!— Oh I'll tell 'em— Gentlemen! she says,  
You're grown so wild she could not stay among ye,  
And yet her tender heart is loath to wrong ye.  
Spare 'em not,  
Whom kindness cannot stir, but stripes may move.  Bet. 
O Mr. Hains! I've often felt their Love.  Ha. 
Poh, felt a Pudding that has taken vent,  
Their love cools faster, and as soon is spent.  
Think of thy high calling Betty, now th'u'rt here,  
They gaze and wish, but cannot reach thy Sphere,  
Though every one could squeeze thy Orange there.  Bet. 
Why this to me, Mr. Haines (d''ee conceive me) why to me?  Ha. 
Ay, why this to Betty?  
O Virtue, Virtue! vainly art thou sought,  
If such as Betty must be counted naught:  
Examine your Consciences Gentlemen!  
When urged with heat of love, and hotter Wine,  
How have you begged, to gain your lewd design:  
Betty, dear, dear, dear Betty,  
I'll spend five Guinnyes on thee, if thou'lst go:  
And then they shake their (d''ee concieve me) Betty is't not so, their yellow Boys.  Bet. 
Fie Mr. Hains, you're very rude (d''ee concieve me.)  Ha. 
Then speak yourself.  Bet. 
Gentlemen! you know what I know.  
If you're severe, all shall out by this light:  
But if you will be kind, I'll still be right▪  Ha 
So that's well— make thy Curtsy Betty.  
Now go in Child, I have something to say to these Gentlemen in private. Exit Betty.   

PROLOGUE. Spoken by Mr. Hains.  
SInce Hero's Ghosts, and Gods have felt your spite:  
Your She Familiars, and your dear delight;  
The Devils shall try their power, w'ee to night:  
Some do believe that Devils ne'er have been,  
Because they think, none can be worse than them:  
But Female Sprights by all are felt and seen.  
You see our Study is to please you all:  
Let's not by stiff Tom Thimbles faction fall;  
Whose censures are mere ignorance in disguise,  
The noise of envious fools, that would seem wise.  
If Bacon's Brazenhead cry— that won't pass,  
Straight all the little Fops are turned to brass,  
And Echo to the braying of that Ass:  
Although we take their shapes and senseless sounds,  
Let's not be worryd by our own dull Hounds:  
Let not their noise that got your Money there,  
Deprave your judgements, and your pleasure here.  
Ye men of Sense and Wit, resume your Reign.  
theyare honoured who by noble Foes are slain;  
Such comforts wounded Lovers have who swear,  
When their tormenting pains are most severe,  
Dam'ee!  
It does not vex me to be Clapped by her:  
Gad she was handsome, though the sport is dear.  
But who in your sight at their mercy lies,  
Much like an Eastern Malefactor dies,  
Exposed i'th' Sun to be devoured by flies.  
Let Language, Wit and Plot, this Night be safe,  
For all our business is to make you laugh.   

Persons Represented.  
Prospero 
a Duke, Head-keeper of the Enchanted Castle.  Alonzo 
a Duke, his mortal Enemy.  Quakero 
Son of Alonzo.  Gonzalo 
a Subject of Alonzo's.  Antonio 
his Friend.  Hippolito 
Infant Duke of Mantua, Innocent and ignorant  Hectorio 
a Pimp.  Miranda 
the harmless daughters of Prospero.  Dorinda 
the harmless daughters of Prospero.  Stephania 
a Baud.  Beantosser 
Wenches.  Moustrappa 
Wenches.  Drinkallup 
Wenches.  Ariel 
a Spirit waiting on Prospero.  A Plenipotentiary. 
 Wenches, Bridewell-Keepers, Spirits, Devils, Masquers, and Prisoners 
  
The Scene in LONDON.   

ERRATA.  
P. 1. for breaking r. beating Doors. P. 6. 1. 〈◊〉 for o●t. r. 〈◊〉. P. 10. l. 23. for 〈◊〉 r. b●●k. P. 12. l. ult. for it r. spit. P. 32. l. 2. for galled r. gallyed. l. 8. for Gentleman r. Gentlewoman. P. 49. l. 23. for puts r. puffs. P. 50. l. 33. after Trapstick. add Alonz. By thy stealers and Pickers. P. 53. l. 18. for Face r. Lace.   

THE New TEMPEST OR THE Enchanted Castle.  

ACT I.  

SCENE I.  A great noise heard of breaking Doors, and breaking Windows, crying a Whore, a Whore, etc. Enter Beantosser, and Moustrappa. Bean. 
WHAT a noise they make!  Mous. 
A roaring noise, we shall have foul weather.  Enter Drinkallup. Drink. 
The Dogs have us in the Wind, 'twill go hard.  [Exeunt Beant. and Mous.] Enter Stephania. Stepha. 
Hectorio! Hectorio!  All. 
Hectorio! Hectorio! Hectorio!  Enter Hectorio. Hect. 
Here here Mother, what cheer, what cheer.  Stepha. 
Never worse, never worse, bar up the Doors, bar up the Doors: Oh! Oh! [She whistles, Wenches run on and off again.]  Enter Moustrappa. All. 
Barr up the Doors, bar up the Doors.  Mous. 
Let's make all fast enough, and let'm roar the Devil's head off.  Steph. 
Beantosser, Beantosser.  All. 
Beantosser, Beantosser, Beantosser.  Steph. 
Why where is this damned deaf flunder mouthed drab?  Enter Beantosser. Bean. 
Here here, a pox o' these full mouthed Fox hounds.  Hect. 
They hunt devilish hard, I'm affraied they'll earth us.  Steph. 
Give Hectorio a dram of the Bottle, the Whey-Blooded Rogue looks as if his heart were melted into his Breeches.  [Exeunt Beantossor and Hectorio.] [Enter Wenches armed with Spits, Forks, Tongues, Chamber-Potts, etc. they pass over the stage.] Steph. 
Bear up, bear up my brave Amazons, you've born Ten times as many men in your times, beigh my Girls, stand fast my stout bona Roba's; run, fly, work nimbly, nimbly ye Queans, or all's lost. [Exeunt all]  [A great noise again.] Enter Hectorio, Alonzo, Gonzalo, Quakero. Alon. 
Good friend, stand to thy tackling, and play the Man: where's Mother Stephania.  Hect. 
Pry'thee old Goat tie up thy Clack, and move thy hands.  Quak. 
Friend, friend, look thee, bridle thy unruly member— to wit, thy tongue.  Hect. 
Work, work, my heart of Gold.  Quak. 
Ha, ha, ha, my Father to whom thou spakest so unadvisedly is Duke of that building which doth sustain my Lord Mayor's Cattle, Vidicilet, his Dogs.  Hect. 
Fill the sweating Tub with Stones, and set it against the Door, quick, quick.  
Within— The Sweating Tub, the Sweating Tub! Stones, Stones!  Quak. 
He is moreover perpetual Whiffler to the Worshipful company of Pin-makers, as I myself am.  Hect. 
Confound thy Father and thyself. [A noise within.] What care these Roarers for the worshipful Pin-makers.? Silence, and to work, or I'll ram thee into a Chamber-pot, and throw thee out at Window. [Exeunt all.]  Enter Steph. Bean. Mous. and Drink. Steph. 
Stir, Wenches, stir, bring out all the Jourdans full of Water.  All. 
The Jourdans, the Jourdans, etc.  Bean. Drink. and Mous. run off several ways crying the jourdans. [A great noise within, all crying a Whore, a Whore, a Whore, etc.] Steph. 
Send a Legion of Devils down their yelling throats to pluck their lungs out.— Out ye bawling Curs, ye ill-bred hounds, here are Whores enough for you all, All, if you would behave yourselves like civil Gentlemen, and come one after another.  She Whistles, Enter Wenches. 
Down, down, down to the Cellar Windows.—  All. 
The Cellar Windows, the Cellar Windows. [The Wenches run down the Trap Door.]  Enter Bean. Mous and Drink. hastily one after another. Bean. 
Undone, undone, not one drop of Water in the house.  Mous. 
With hard labour all their moisture turns into sweat.  Drink. 
theyare dryer than hung Beef, and almost as black too.  Bean. 
Your advice, your advice Mother.  Drink. 
Dispatch, or we're ruined.—  Steph. 
Get up in the Windows, you musty Queens, make water in their Eyes, and burn 'em out, I'm fure you're hot enough.—  Enter Hectorio. Hect. 
Turn out, turn out all hands to the Back door: is this a time to prate ye spurr-gald jades, ye over-rid Hackneys.—  Mous. 
O you huffing Son of a Whore.  Drink. 
You rotten Jack in a box.  Bean. 
You foul mouthed Nickumpoop.  Hect. 
Prate on, prate on, d''ee hear how it Thunders?— stand still and be damned, I'll shift well enough for one.  [The noise renewed.] [Exit Hectorio.] Steph 
Turn out, turn out Seditious mutineers, ye or I'll have ye all flayed— Out, out! [Exeunt Bean. Mous. and Drink.]  Enter Gonz. Alon. and Quak. Gonz. 
More noise and terror than a Tempest at Sea.  Enter Beantosser. Bean. 
The green Chamber, the green Chamber. [Stephania whistles, the Wenches come up from the Trapp-door.]  Steph. 
Aloft, aloft, to the green Chamber, all to the green Chamber— Aloft, aloft.— [Exeunt Beant. and Wenches.]  Alon. 
My Honour, my Reputation.—  Quak. 
Yea! Reputation, Reputation!— Woo man, ah! ha!  Steph. 
Reputation! ye crop-eared whelps, Reputation! is not my Reputation dearer to me then your lives, and Souls? Down with the Close stool upon their heads.  
You lousy farandinical Sots, Reputation! I have had Lords— Lords! thou whey-bearded Ananias, and then I had a blessing on my endeavours; but this is justly fallen upon me, for dealing with such zealous Whoremasters, thin-gutted 3 d. Customers— Out of my sight, and to work, or by the beards of my renowned Predceestors I'll have you hung out like Woolsacks to defend my Walls. See if thou canst preach the Rabble to Silence, thou canting Hypocritical Abednego.  Quak. 
Yea, thou babylonish Whore in grain, thou Harlot of a London die, thou shalt see the strength of the power of a 'em— Thou shalt see, I say, look ye Friends, Brethren and Sisters— Give heedful attention, and a, and I say a 'em— ['a shout within, and dirt thrown in his mouth.] [Exeunt all.]  Enter again Steph. and Bean. Bean. 
We are gone, we are gone, theyare all broke in the Closet Window,  Enter Hectorio. Hect. 
Hell, and Devils, theyare untiling of the House.  Enter Wenches. Steph. 
Let off the Bottles of Stepony, they may think theyare Guns.  Bean. 
Clap up the middle hatch with the Iron spikes.  Hect. 
Take down the false Stairs.  Enter Moustrappa. Mous. 
Open the Trap-door, that falls into the Common-shore.  Enter Drinkallup. Drink. 
Hang up the tenter Hooks.—  Steph. 
Set the great Chest against the stair Door. [Stephania Whistles, Enter Wenches.]  All. 
To the great Chest, the great Chest  [Exeunt all but Stephania.] Hect. 
within Heave all together, heave Cats, heave.  
Heave Cats, heave— cheerily, cheerily.  Enter Alonzo. Gonz and Quak. Alon. Gonz. Quak. 
— Murder, murder, murder.  Steph. 
Oh, you obstreperous Woolves, a Rot consume your Windpipes, you're louder than the rabble.  Alon. 
O, this base, this cursed business!  Steph. 
Cursed business, thou invincible Fop, thou Brazen headed Ignoramus— Hast thou a mind to be limbed? one word more, and all the Doors shall fly open: Cursed business, with a pox to ye.  [She whistles.] Enter Wenches— And go off again. 
Come tag-rag-and long-tail, Old Satin, Taffeta, and Velvet, rouse about, charge 'em briskly, shower the Coals on their pates.— He calls Wenching, base cursed business— Oh you rake Hells, sons of unknown Fathers.  Enter Beantosser. Bean. 
Hell take 'em, they climb the Walls like Cats.  Steph. 
Down with the Tables and Stools upon 'em.  [Exit Bean.] [The noise renewed] Enter Hectorio. Hect. 
Sound a Parle, sound a Parle, or they'll break in upon us— There's no hope left.  Steph. 
A Parle, thou impudent miscreant! false hearted caitiff I'll rather like a noble Roman Virago, make my House my Funeral pile.  Hect. 
All are resolved not to fight a stroke more, sound a Parley but to gain time.  Steph. 
To delude the Foe I consent, but never to yield.  [She whistles.] Enter Drink. Bean. and Mous. Sound a Parle, and hang out the White Flag. [A Horn sounds within, and one passes over the Stage with a Flannel Petticoat on a Stick: another Horn sounded on the other side.] Hect. 
Hark, they answer us.  Steph. 
Go you Drinkallup, and see what they will demand.  [Exit Drink. and returns immediately] Drink. 
Here's a Plenipotentiary desires admittance.  Steph. 
Let him be blinded, and introduced by the Postern— Casement— Come fellow Soldiers, le's sit in State, and receive him with undaunted Countenances, as blustering Warriors do, though we are like to die for fear.  A Guard of Wenches Enter. 
Master of our Ceremonies, introduce the Plenepotentiary.  [A dirty fellow led in between two Wenches.] Steph. 
Fellow Soldiers 'tis a Maxim in War to treat with our Arms in our hands— (Guard, deliver us your Weapons)— and while we talk of peace to prepare for a Battle; therefore Guard go you and mend the backs of the Chairs. [Exeunt Guard.]  
Plenipotentiary, be not dismayed with the glittering Splendour of our Court, but boldly deliver what thou hast in Charge.—  Plen. 
My Master, the many-headed-monster-Multitude, to save the great effusion of Christian Chamber-lye, will grant you peace on these terms.  Steph. 
Say on.  Plen. 
First, they demand the Dominion of the straits mouth, and all the Mediterranean Sea— That every Frigate, Fireship, you have, shall strike, furl up their sail, and lie by to the least of their Cock-boats, wherever they meet, and receive a man aboard to search for prohibited Goods, and permit him to rummage fore and oft without resistance.—  Stepha 
Umph.— My friends, this is very hard.  Plen. 
Secondly, That all their Vessels shall have and enjoy a free-trade into and out of all your Ports without paying any Custom.—  Steph. 
The duties of Importation are my greatest Revenue, and must not be parted with.  Bean. 
But though your People pay for import, we will engage to pay them at going off.  Mous. 
As we have always done heretofore.  Plen. 
Lastly, That you re-imburse the charge of the War, pay for the Cure of the wounded, and the recovery of those that have surfeited on your rotten Ling and Poisonous Oil, and allow Pensions for those that are dismembered— What say ye, Peace, or War?  Steph. 
War.  All. 
War, War, War.  Steph. 
Return for answer, that we will rather die at their Feet, then submit to such dishonourable Conditions:— begone:— And so she prayed me to tell ye.  Plen. 
Though you refuse peace, I scorn to carry back my present,— there. [Throws out a bunch of Carrots.]  Drink. 
We scorn their Courtesies, and their dry toys.  Plen. 
Are ye so fierce? if the Siege continue, you'll Petition for 'em: look for Fire and Sword— And so she prayed me to tell you.  [Exit Plen.] Steph. 
Arm, Arm, give the word, Arm, Arm.  All. 
Arm, Arm.  Within. 
Arm, Arm, Arm, [Exeunt All.]  [The noise of the assault renewed.] Enter Steph. Bean. and Mous. Steph. 
Many a brush have I gone through in my time, but never was any so sharp.  Enter Hectorio. Hect. 
'Sdeath, our Ammunition's spent, the dear dear dyet-drink's gone.  Steph. 
And yet these Cannibals, more insatiate than the Sea, are not satisfied with our best goods; pull up the Harths, and down with the Chimneys.  Exeunt Bean. and Mous. Hect. 
'Tis in vain to strive.  Steph. 
Thou Cow-hearted cormorant, shall we be all lost for thee?  Hect. 
No, 'tis for thy obstinacy, thou insatiable shee-Woolf.  Steph. 
Rot your Sheep's blood.  Hect. 
Confound your brutish heart and bacon, face.  Steph. 
Nounz, stir about, or I'll beat thy brains out with my Bottle.  Hect. 
One word more, and by the Lord, Harry.  Steph. 
Thou dar'st not for thy Blood, thou dar'st not.  [She Whistles,] Enter all the Wenches. Steph. 
For shame let not the Army see our difference, or thy Cowardice.—  Hect. 
Pull down the House, and bury them in the Ruins: come along boldly, my dear hearts, follow me, I shall find a time.—  [Exeunt Wenches.] [Exit Hectorio.] Steph. 
To be hanged— I don't doubt it.  Enter Beantosser. Bean. 
O save the Syringe and the Pot of Turpentine-pills for my sake.— [Exit Bean.]  Steph. 
Save nothing, cut off your Legs and throw at 'em. Out with the Exchange Woman's Trunk of Perfumed Linen which the Old Knight used to play hay Gammer Cook in— Out, out; save nothing. [Exit Steph.]  Enter Hectorio, and Moustrappa Hect. 
Fill the old Justices greasy Nightcap with the Rosary of Beads the Friar pawned here but last Night, and down with 'em.  Mous. 
I wish they were all Cannon-bullets for their sakes.  [Exit Hectorio] Enter Stephania, hastily. Steph. 
Hold, hold, if you throw out the Beads, they'll take us for Papishes, and then there's no Mercy; otherwise we may still hope for pity because we are all of one Religion.  Enter Hectorio. Hect. 
Set the Led Cistern against the Door; all hands to the Cistern, to the Cistern. [Steph. whistles]  Enter all the Wenches. Steph. 
My Girls, my Daughters.  Hect. 
Fellow Soldiers, dear hearts now for the last push.  Steph. 
All hands to the Cistern, away▪— [Exeunt all.]  Enter all pulling at a Rope. Hect. 
Hoa up; hoa up; cheerily, cheerily, pluck all together.—  All. 
Hoa up! hoa up! hoa up!  Enter Steph. whistling. Steph. 
Down, down, all hands down, theyare going to spring a Mine. [All run down]  Enter Beantosser, and Moustrappa. Bean. 
There's a fresh Brigade of sturdy Bloodhounds come from the Butcher-row.  Mous. 
The Bar of the Door's broke.—  [Exeunt Bean. and Mous.] Steph. 
Barr it with the Constable's staff that lay here last Night.  Enter Drinkallup. Drink. 
O Mother, save yourself, save yourself.  Steph. 
Must our mouths be cold then? [She whistles.]  Enter Hectorio. Hect. 
All's lost, all's lost.— [Exit Drink.]  [Enter Bean. and Mous. Bean. 
They break in like a full Sea upon us.  Mous. 
O Mother, Mother, shift for yourself.  Steph: 
Name not me: the Justices, and Jailers, are my very good Friends, and Customers.  All. 
Ah, there's no trust to Friends now.  Steph. 
If I die, I die, but I pity your tender backs, and grieve for the present want all these young Gallants will have of so many excellent Beauties. [Exeunt Hect. Bean. Mous. and Drink. and return presently.]  Hect. 
Yet, yet, you may 'scape perhaps.  Bean. 
The poor hearts fight as if they were all Scanderbegs.]  Mous. 
Yet, shift Mother in two minutes, 'twill be too late.  Steph. 
No, here will I stay, and like a Phoenix, perish in my Nest, the Fates so Decree.  Bean. 
Then let's among 'em, and die all together, or break through.—  All. 
Agreed, agreed. [Exeunt all.]  A great noise of fighting, crying Fire, Murder, etc. The Rabble, and Wenches enter fighting. It Rains Fire, Apples, Nuts.— A Constable and Watch enter, and drive all off.  

Act. I. Scene II.  [The Scene changed to Bridewell.] Enter Prospero, and Miranda. Pros. 
MIranda, where's your Sister?  Mir. 
I left her on the Dust-Cart-top, gaping after the huge noise that went by.—  Pros. 
It was a dreadful show.  Mir. 
Oh woe, and alas, ho, ho, ho! I'm glad I did not see it though.  Pros. 
Hold in thy breath, and tell thy Virtuous Body, there's no harm down, theyare all reserved for thine, and thy Sister Dorinda's private use.  Mir. 
And shall we have 'em all, a-ha! that will be fine i'fads; but if you done't keep'em close, pray Father, we shall never have 'em long to ourselves pray; for now every Gentlewoman runs huckstring to Market, the youth are bought up so fast; that poor Publicans are almost starved, so they are so.  Pros. 
Leave that to my Fatherly Care.  Mir. 
And shall we have 'em all, ha, ha, he! O good dear have, how the citizens' Wives will curse us.—  Pros. 
Miranda, you must now leave this Tom-rigging, and learn to behave yourself with a grandeur and state, befitting your illustrious Birth and Quality.— Thy Father, Miranda, was 50 years ago a man of great power, Duke of my Lord Mayor's Doggkennel.—  Mir. 
O lo, why Father, Father, are not I Miranda Whiff, sooth, and arned you Prospero Whiff, sooth, Keeper of Bridewell, my Father?  Pros. 
Thy Mother was all Mettle.— As true as Steel, as right's my Leg, and she said thou wert my Daughter; canst thou remember when thou wert Born, sure thou canst not, for than thou wert but three days old.  Mir. 
I'fads, I do remember it Father, as well as 'twere but yesterday.  Pros. 
Then scratch thy tenacious Poll, and tell me what thou findest backward in the misty black and bottomless Pit of time.  Mir. 
Pray Father had I not Four, or Five Women waiting upon top of me, at my Mother's groaning, pray?  Pros. 
Thou hadst, and more Miranda, for than I had a Tub of humming stuff would make a Cat speak.  Mir. 
O Gemine! Father how came we hither?  Pros. 
While I despising mean, and worldly business, as mis-becoming my grave Place, Quality, did for the bett'ring of my mind, apply myself, to the secret and laudable study of Ninepins, Shovel-board and Pigeon-holes— dost thou give eat Infant▪  Mir. 
I do, most Prudent Sir.  Pros. 
My Brother, to whom I left the manage of my weighty state, having learned the mysterious Craft of coupling Dogs, and of untying them; and by strict Observation of their jilting carriage, found the time when Venus, Countess, Lady, Beauty, and the rest of my she subjects, were to be obliged, by full allowance of their sports, soon grew too Popular, stole the hearts of my currish Vassals, and so became the Ivy-leaf, which covered my Princely Issue, and sucked out all my Juice. Dost observe me Child?  Mir. 
Yes, forsooth Father, this story would cure Kib'd-heels.  Pros. 
This Miscreant, so dry he was for sway, betrayed me to Alonzo, Duke of Newgate; and in a stormy and dreadful Night opened my kenel Gates, and forced me thence with thy young Sister, and thy howling self.  Mir. 
Father! did they kill us then, pray Father?  Pros. 
Near the kenel they dared not for the love my dogged Subject bore me.— In short to Newgate we were carried,— And thence all in a Cart, without a covering, or a Pad of Straw, to Hide Park-corner, we were hurried there on the stubbed Carcase of a Leafeless Tree, they hoisted us aloft to pipe to winds, whose murmuring pity whistling back again, did seem to show us cursed kindness.  Mir. 
O poor Father!— But whereof, how did we 'scape Father?  Pros. 
Some Friends we had, and some Money, which gained the assistance of a great man called Gregoria Dunn ', appointed master of that black design: now luck begins to turn.— But ask no more; I see thou growest pinck-eyed, go in, and let the Nurse lay thee to sleep.  Mir. 
And shall she give me some Bread and Butter, Father.  Pros. 
Ay, my Child,— Go in.— [Exit Miranda.] So she's fast.— Ariel, what ho my Ariel?  Enter Ariel flying down. Ari. 
Hail most potent Master, I come to serve thy pleasure Be it to lie, swear, steal, pick pocket's, or cerep in at Windows—  Pros. 
How didst thou perform the last task I set the?  Ari. 
I gathered the Rabble together, showed them the Bawdy House, told 'em they used to kill Prentices, and make mutton pies of 'em— I led them to the Windows, Doors, backward, forward, now to the Cellar, now to the House top— Then I ran and called the Constable, who came just as the Rabble broke in, and the defendants were leaping from the Balcony, like Sailors from a sinking Ship. The Duke and his Train I clapped into a Coach.  Pros. 
Are they all taken and safe?  Ari. 
All safe in several parts of this thy enchanted Castle of Bridewell, and not a hair of 'em lost.  Pros. 
'twas bravely done my Ariel! What's a Clock?  Ari. 
Great Tom already has struck ten:  
Now blessed are Women that have men,  
To tell fine tale, and warm cold feet,  
While lonely lass lies gnawing sheet.  Pros. 
We have much to do ere morning come: follow me, I'll instruct thee within.  
Before the gorgeous Sun upon▪ House top doth Sneer,  
The Laud knows what is to be done, the Laud knows where.  Exeunt.  
The End of the First Act.   

Act. II.  

Scene. I.  Enter Miranda and Dorinda. Dor. 
OH Sister sister, what have I seen pray?  Mir. 
Some rare sight I warrant.  Dor. 
From yonder dust-cart-top, as I stared upon the noise, I thought it had been fighting, but at last I saw a huge Creature, for aught I know.  Mir. 
O whereof you mean the Coach.  Dor. 
Coach! i'fads, I thought it had been a Fish, I'm sure it was alive, and it ran roaring along, and all the People ran away from it for fear it should eat 'em.  Mir. 
O lo, O lo Sister, O lo!— ha ha he—  Dor. 
Why d''ee laugh at one Sister, indeed it had eaten men, for just by our gate it stood still and opened a great Mouth in the belly of it, and it 'em out all whole:  Mir. 
Oh but Sister, whereof I can tell you news pray, my Father told me in that Creature was that thing called Husband, and we should see it shortly and have it pray, in a Civil way.  Dor. 
Husband, what's that?  Mir. 
Why that's a thing like a man (for aught I know) with a great pair of Horns upon his head, and my father said 'twas made for Women, look ye.  Dor. 
What must we ride to water upon't, sister?  Mir. 
No, no, it must be our slave, and give us Golden clothes Pray, that other men may lie with us in a Civil way, and then it must Father our Children and keep them.  Dor. 
And when we are so Old and Ugly, that no body else will lie with us, must it lie with us itself?  Mir. 
Ay that it must Sister.  Dor. 
You see my Father gets men to lie with us, is not he a Husband then?  Mir. 
No, you see he has no Horns.  Dor. 
May be he sheds 'em like a Buck, or puts 'em in his pocket like a rich Citizen, because he won't lie with us himself when he can get no body else.  Mir. 
Fie Sister; no! Fathers and Mothers are kinder and wiser now than they were heretofore look ye; for when they see their Daughters will be modish and kind, they provide 'em Gallants themselves to lie with them.  Dor. 
But if we must take those our careful Parents get, only for profit, 'tis as bad as marrying.  Mir. 
They do it only till they get us Husbands to ease them of the trouble.  Dor. 
O whereof Sister, my Father may spare himself of that trouble, for I am old enough to shift for myself in a civil way, for I was 13. last quarter Sessions, ay and wise enough too.  Mir. 
So we all think i'vads, but they can get us Coaches and Settlements, whereof if we were left to ourselves, we should creep into holes, and yet nothing but Bastards.  Dor. 
If our fathers don't get us Husbands quickly, we'll make him lie with us himself, shall we sister?  Mir. 
Ay ay, that we will, but le's go in now, He's about something I long to see the end of, come le's not despair, the flesh is strong.  Dor. 
O for a Husband sister how I long.  Exeunt Miranda and Dorinda.  

Act. II. Scene. II.  Enter Alonzo, and Gonzalo affrighted. Alon. 
GOnzalo Oh— my lodging is enchanted.  Gon. 
Mine with a Devil and like your Grace is haunted,  
Which plays more tricks then ere the witch my Aunt did.  Alon. 
First doleful groans at both my ears were lugging.  
Then whistling voice like wind in empty muggin.  Gon. 
Shrieks as of switcheld lass I heard, and anon  
Sighs of enchanted ghost like roaring Canon.  Alon. 
With Princely hoof I knocked, and noise did follow,  
By which I find O, Heavens! the House is hollow,  
My bed of state—  Gon. 
Of straw you mean— now good my Lord do not lie.  Alon. 
Millions of devils moved, black, white, and motley,  
Six legs a piece, sharp claws.  Gon. 
Ay mine were so Sir,  
Each tooth a needle, and each eye a saucer.  
They stole my shoes, and in a hole I found 'em.  
The white possessed, black Armies did surround 'em,  
Fiercely the black attaqued, and white defended,  
Horror and death in every Seam attended.  
The nimble black like hopping Devils ventured,  
Mounted the works, and on the half moon entered.  
But here the white sertyed as thick as sawdust,  
And beat them off.  
Then marched up the red listed Reformadoes,  
But what they did I dare not tell for fear.  Alon. 
Sage matrons say, where such kind Foes appear,  
The Lord o'th' pasture shall not die that year.  Gon. 
Unless he's eaten out—  Alon. 
On large deal board by prudent vermin chosen,  
Two Armies more were fighting for my hoses.  
If I but offer composition for my sock,  
All leave the field, and to my Carcase flock.  
No Fairy pinches half so close, nor no Witch.  Gon. 
'Tis worse than nettle, sting of Wasp, or Cowitch.  Alonzo pulls a Louse out of his neck Alon. 
Treason treason, O here's one of the white devils, treason treason, my guard my guard, Oh ho hoe.  
Fortune has cheated me of all, pize on her,  
I am no Duke now, but a poor Prisoner.  A noise of horrid Instruments. Gon. 
Oh what horrid noise is this assaults our ears.  Devils rise and Sing. 1 De. 
Where be those boys,  
That make such a noise,  
And won't eat their bread and butter?  2 De. 
Without all doubt.  
Th' are hereabout,  
we'll teach 'em to make such a Clutter.  3 De. 
Who are the ringleaders, who rules the Boast?  4 De. 
Alonzo the Duke, and another old Toast.  1 De. 
we'll put water in their porridge,  
And straw in their beds,  2 De. 
Shoes on their feet, and a Comb in their heads.  Chorus. 
we'll put etc.  
And straw etc.  
Shoes etc.  Alon. 
O save me, save me, Gonzalo  Gon. 
I would give him the best member I have, to save myself.  Alon. 
These great He Devils will harken to no such Composition.  The Devils Sing again. 1 De. 
Rogues that from their liquour shrink,  
Shall scorch to death for want of drink.  2 Deu. 
And who with false glass good fellows betray,  3 Deu. 
And tipple small beer in stead of their wine,  4 Deu. 
Then bubble their poor weak brothers at play,  
To the whip and the stocks we'll confine.  1 Deu. 
So poor, so poor, they still shall remain;  
Mirth, or good Wine, they shall ne'er have again,  
Nor never, oh never, be eased of their pain.  Chorus. 
So poor, etc.—  
Mirth—  
Nor never—  Gonz. 
Never, oh never, eat Custard again!  
Oh murdering Sentence— Oh, ho, ho!  Alonz. 
Never, never— O Inhuman Correction!  
Oh, they begin again— Oh.—  The Devils Sing. 1 Deu. 
Who are the pillars of the wenching Trade?  2 Deu. 
The zealous professor, and brisk City blade.  3 Deu. 
The Gallants, and Bullies,  
Do often grow poor, and bare, and bare.  4 Deu. 
But these Canters, and close City Cullios'  
Are ne'er without Money, or Ware.  1 Deu. 
What Slave permits  
Such Hypocrites  
In peace to taste of all our sweets?  2 Deu. 
In the midst of their joys, they discoveries fear,  3 Deu. 
And their Wives, if th'ave any, shall make the score clear.  4 Deu. 
With Claps, and with Duns, we torment them all day,  
And at night we take them and their Doxies away.  Chorus. 
With Claps etc.—  
And at night etc.—  Alon. 
Pox o'the Devil, 'tis too true, they did take our Doxies away.  Gon. 
Ay, and I would procure 'em a whole Regiment, for my Ransom.  Alon. 
Alas, they were but Oysters before their meal; besides they were so rotten, they would melt in their mouths, all their bones were turned to gristle: We are keeped for the standing Dish.  Gon. 
Nay, than I am safe enough, for I have no more standing Dish, than a post, my hearts no bigger than a Pins-head.  Alon. 
My poor Boy Quakero's, gone too, Oh, ho, ho!  The Devils Sing. 1 Deu. 
Say, say,  
Shall we take up these Rogues, and Carry them away,  
With a tory, rory, Tory, rory, rory, Red-Coats?  2 Deu. 
Ay, ay.  3 Deu. 
Ay, ay.  4 Deu. 
Ay, ay.  1 Deu. 
Ay, ay.  Chorus. 
With a Tory, rory, Tory, rory, rory, rory.  2 Deu. 
No, No,  
Till we show them their Crimes, let 'em stay.  
With a Tory, rory, Tory, rory, rantum, scantum.  3 Deu. 
Let 'em stay.  4 Deu. 
Let 'em stay.  1 Deu. 
Let 'em stay.  2 Deu. 
Let 'em stay.  Chorus. 
With a Tory, rory, Tory, rory, rory, rory.  1 Deu. 
Cabbage is windy, and Mustard is strong,  
But a Lass with a wide Mouth, and a liquorish Tongue.  
Will give thee the Palsy, though never so young.  
Then first let their Pride, let their Pride come along.  Chorus. 
Cabbage.—  
But a Lass—  
Will give—  
Than first—  Enter Pride, represented by a Painted, gaudy Woman, with a Glass in her hand. She Sings. Pride. 
Lo here, here is Pride, that first lest them aside,  
An honest true Trojan, and then she died.  Enter Fraud, a female Quaker Sings. Fraud. 
With upright look, and speech sincere,  
In public, I a Saint appear.  
But in private I put out the light,  
And I serve for a Whore, or a Baud.  
I have taught them to cheat, Swear, and Fight,  
For by Yea, and by Nay, I am Fraud.  Enter Rapine, dressed like a Padder, with a Pistol in his hand. Sings. Rapine. 
Send out a Scout  
To yonder Hill.  
Stand, and deliver.  
You dog, must I wait.  
I'm thy fate:  
Dispatch, or I'll send thee to Hell.  
From Fraud, they thus proceed to force.  
And then I Rapine, guide their Course.  Enter Murder. A man dressed all in Red, with two Bloody Daggers in his hands, and his Face and Hands stained with blood. Sings. Murder. 
Wake Duncan! would thou couldst.  
Disguised with blood, I lead them on,  
Until to Murder they arrive.  
Then to the Gallows they run.  
Needs must they go, whom the Devils drive.  1 Devil Sings. 
Alas poor Mortals.  
They gape like the Earth, in the Dogg-dayes.  
What a rare life the Frogg has?  
Drawer, Drawer.  Deu. 
Anon, Anon.  1 Deu. 
Give 'em drink, or they're gone,  
E'er their torment's begun.  
Pour, pour, pour, pour.  
Hark, hark, how it hisses,  
See, see, how it smokes:  
Who refuses such liquour as this is,  
May he pine, may he pine, may he pine  
Till he chokes.  Chorus. 
Hearks, etc.  The Devils sing, and Dance round Alonzo, and Gonzalo. Chorus. 
Around, around.  
Around, around, around.  
Let's sing, and tear the ground,  
There's no such sport below,  
Where sinful mortals go.  [Exeunt all the Devils.] Gonz. 
Oh, oh, are you alive my Lord Duke.  Alon. 
I cannot tell, Ah, ha,— Feel me, feel me, what a drench they gave us, sure 'twas Spirit of Brimstone.— I am all in a flame.  Gonz. 
Their design, is to roast us as some do Geese, by putting a hot Iron in their bellies, I begin to drip, they may make a Sop in the Pan already.  Alon. 
Anon they'll cut off slivers from us, as they did from the whole Ox, in St. James' Fair.  Gonz. 
Oh, 'tis intolerable: methinks I hear a great she Devil, call for Groats worth of the crisp of my Countenance.— They are all for Gristle.  Alon. 
Another cries Six pennyworth of the brown, with Gravy, Shalot, and Pepper, Oh there's a Collop gone!  Gon. 
Shalot, and Pepper, was well though of, for if I am not well seasoned, there's no eating of me.  Alon. 
Indeed old Lord, you have a kind of Ven'zon haugou.  Gon. 
How can it be otherwise, my Lord, when I'm roasted with the guts in my belly?  Alon. 
If Shat'lin, or Locket had us, what Olios, Raggous, and Pottages, would they make?  Gon. 
So new a Dish never came from France, they would get the Devil and all by us.  Alon. 
We should out-stink French Cheese.  Gon. 
O help help, here's Rawhead and Bloody bones, the Master Cook of Hell. [A noise of horrid Music; a Devil arises with a Crown of Fire.] Sings. 
Arise, arise, ye Subterranean Fiends,  
Come claw the backs, of guilty hinds:  
And all ye filthy Drabs, and Harlots rise,  
Which use t' infect the Earth with Puddings, and hot Pies;  
Rise ye who can devouring glasses frame,  
By which Wines pass to th' hollow Womb, and Brain;  
Engender Head-akes, make bold elbows shake;  
Estates to Pimples, and to deserts turn.  
And you whose greedy flames man's very entrails burn,  
Ye ramping queans, who rattling Coaches take,  
Though you've been fluxed till Head and Body shake.  
Come Clap these Wretches till their parts do swell:  
Let Nature never make them well.  
Cause Legs, and Arms to pine, cause loss of hair,  
Then make them howl with Anguish, and sad groans.  
Rise and obey, rise and obey, Raw head and bloody bones.  [Exit Devils] Devils arise with Bellows, and blow Alonzo, and Gonzalo, off the Stage.  A Dance.  
The End of the Second Act.   

Act III.  

Scene I.  Enter Stephania, with a Pitcher, Beantosser, and Moustrappa, all drunk. Steph. 
THere was a noble Marquis,  
Took up his Maiden's carcase,  
Fast by the Fire side.  
A very homely Damsel,  
Her lips were soft as Lamb's wool,  
Or marrow Pasty-fried.  
This is but a kind of a doleful Tune, to beat Hemp to, but hang't le's squeeze the Pitcher, here's to thee my doughty Amazon.  Bean. 
Right reverend Trot-up-and-down, I'll do thee reason here Moustrappa.  Steph. 
Come bouse it about, and a fico for the Justice. Fortunes a Whore, and will be kind to her Sisters.  Mous. 
Of the first Five men, we met Three were johns, and Four of those were Cukolds,— Which is a good sign, and so squeeze the juice.—  Bean. 
A strong point of Consolation, let me kiss thee for that, thou pretty, pocky, well favoured Crack.  Sing. Steph. 
Fill the Dish Molly,  
And think of a Cully.  
Here's a health to the best.  
Give us more Drink, a Surgeon that's jelly.  
And a pox take the rest.  
Molly fill.  
We cry still,  
Fill again, and drink round.  
Till we empty the Pitcher, and fill up the Crown.  Bean. 
Hold, hold, our Sister is grown hollow hearted, and like a jilting Quean, forsakes us in our Tribulation.  Mous. 
'Tis even what I looked for,— The last Dish came as slow, and frothy, as the last words of a declaring Quaker.  Bean. 
When the Spirit sinks down his Throat, and rattles like the departing Water in a leaky Pump.  Steph. 
Blame her not, you here she is sound still, ha! wilt thou so? Knocks the Pitcher. Why that's very fair,— She says, she will do w'ye for a Groat a time, till you are not able to stand: I'll be hanged if the worst Jugg in Town, will do cheaper.  Bean. 
Look Moustrappa Weeps,— Hang losses, though our Dancing Schools ruined, we have saved our Instruments: And as ong as Men drink, and Women paint, we shall still jog on.  Steph. 
There are more of our Dulcimers thumped every Night in Covent-Garden, then there are Ghittars scraped in a Week, in Madrid; therefore I say, staunch thou false hearted misbeleiving Jews-trump, do not many industrious Females live well by bidding Gentlemen welcome to Town, singing at their Chamber doors?  Bean. 
And trucking their English small Wares, for French Toys.  Mous. 
O this was a dreadful bout for poor Moustrappa. In robbing me, they pillaged six Brokers: ruined my Credit and quite killed my old dealer, honest Jack the Mercer; for just as I had brought his Body to such a state, that none else would touch him so that I could set my own rates, they took me from him; the French Farendine, he gave me for a Gown is gone too.— But let the World rub, when 'tis at worst 'twill mend.  Bean. 
The devil take thee, for putting me in mind of my losses: hang me if I can forbear weeping too.  Steph. 
Then thou art in danger of drowning for the water's above thy mouth, and there's no passage by the Nose, for the bridge was down long ago; and so she prayed me to tell ye.  Bean. 
My friend is a brisk French Merchant, I knew him a Tailor's Trotter: but from 3 Ounces of Jessimy-butter, half a Pound of Powder, and 6 pair of Jessimy-Gloves, by cheating the King of his Customs, and his fellow Subjects of their Money, he's come to his beaten Farendine Suit every day: had not this befallen me, I had reduced him to his first being, and I had hazarded the saving of his Soul, by the ruin of body, and estate.— But he is but repreived,— the pox will take him, for he is a Termagant at laced Mutton.  Steph. 
Mischief light on ye both, for minding me of my losses; there was scarce a Manchild in Town, gentle, or simple, from Fifteen to Threescore, that did not pay me Tribute.— When I walked the Streets, the Shopkeepers bowed, the Prentices winked; If five, or six Gallants stood in the way, Lord what rustling and cringing was there to Madam Stephania?— Aunt, cries one, how does my little Niece?— The Aunt, and the Niece, may both be damned, for any thing you care to please: me he slips a Guinny. When shall we cut up the Giblet Pie? cries another.— Go you're a wag, cry I: there's half a Piece. Says a third, is there never a fresh Runlet tapped? yes quoth I, but you shall be hanged ere you lick your lips with it; and so she prayed me to tell ye: still something's coming, for every now and then slips in a close thriving Tradesman, look ye Mrs. quoth he, I do not use these things, but the case is thus, I'll be at a word, I want a Wench; give me good sound ware, here's your Money, ready Money: I won't build Sconees, and bilk you, as your Gentlemen Bullies do, let me have weight and measure, one words as good as a thousand. Well quoth I, put your business into my hand, I'll use a Conscience, ay, and I did too, for as I hope for freedom; sometimes I have hardly got 8 d. in the Shilling. But such were sure Customers, they never left me for fear of discovery. Oh! I could tell you such stories of Vestry-men, and Burgesses, as would make the Bells ring backwards, i'faith,— Me, and my business, was the whole talk of the Town, but all was keeped secret, not a word mentioned, unless 'twere in some Coffee-house, or the Streets.— But now they all forsake me— but 'twill rub out when 'tis dry, and so I squeeze.—  Sing. 
Tough Hemp must we beat?  
Dry Bread must we eat,  
And be bumbled, and jumbled, and grumbled at too, too, too.  
And drink nothing, but Wat, Wat, Water that's cold?  
Then Harry, and Mary, be merry and cheery, as long's we can do, do, do.  
And drive away sorrow, until we are old.  
Come bouse it about, and le's squeeze out the Pitcher.  
He's a Rogue that stands out, and shall ne'er be the Richer.  Bean. 
Here's Ten go downs upon Re. Moustrappa.  Mous. 
Put rem to't or I renounce thee.  Bean. 
Renounce me Puss, not pledge me, thou salted Suburban Hackney, not pledge me.  Mous. 
Well Mrs. Beantosser, I haunt stood three years at Livery, and been hired for 6 d. a side on Holy days▪ by Chimney-sweepers, and Cobbler's Prentices, I haunt so.—  Bean. 
Who has Mrs. Gillian flirt! Mrs. To and again, who has?  Mous. 
I name no body, but touch a galled Horse, and hell wince.  Bean. 
But I know who has been taken up in the common, and rode so many heats that they got the French, fashions that was even your own sweet Monkey face, I scorn to go behind your crooked back to tell you so.  Steph. 
Fight Dog, fight Bear, still here's the juice of life.  Mous. 
I never danced naked at the French house for Mild-Six- pences, goody Lerry-come-twang.  Steph. 
Out, out, that's old, that's old.  Bean. 
Nor I never walked the Streets at Night, stark naked in a Buckram Suit, trimmed with black Ribbons at the Codpiece, Mrs. Gincrack, Mrs. Nimble-go-through.  Steph. 
No, no, that thou didst not old Trupenie, that was the Tailor's Wife,— but 'tis old too.—  Bean. 
Who dressed herself in man's cloahes to commit with another Woman's Husband under his natural Wife's nose, not you?  Mous. 
Who goes every Night upon Water to see men swim on their backs, and show beastly triks, not Beantosser, no?  Bean. 
Who uses to be drunk at Taverns tear her friends Wigs, and then give all the Money, she has for a frisk with the Drawer, not Mrs. Betty Moustrappa?  Mous. 
Who storms the Fort in private with a Leathern Gun.  Bean. 
Go you're a mean spirited Crack, to be keeped by a Club of Prentices: and so she prayed me to tell ye.  Mous. 
'Tis better to receive small ware then give broad Gold, as how dost like a silly Trapes.  Bean. 
The foul names thy own, and I'll dash it down thy Throat.  Mous. 
Help, help, murder, she'll murder me.  Steph. 
Hold, hold, hold, keep the King's Peace, I say keep the Peace, do you not tremble to use such bug words, if any body should hear you it would bring a scandal on the house, and make 'em think us Whores, Restore her nose Moustrappa, and you Beantosser, give back her Eyebrows: I say squeeze the juice, and let acts of Hostility cease, I was governaunt at home, and I will be justice of Peace here.  Bean. 
I will have no Justice.—  Steph. 
Beantosser be orderly, and thou shalt be my Clerk.  Mous. 
No private bribery to Corrupt Justice, and to show that I desire all things may he done without favour or selfishness, let Beantosser be hanged, and give me her clothes, and so I squeeze.  Bean. 
Justice, an't please your Worship, I'll swear the peace against her.  Steph. 
Bear back, bear back, good People don't press upon the Court.— Constable stand by me, and go fetch the offender before me.  Bean. 
I command thee to come before my Lord Justice. No— good people will ye aid and assist me.— We are resolved to assist Mr. Constable Beantosser to the death.— Lafoy you there now.  Mous. 
The Justice is an Ass, the Constable a Sheepshead, and all the good People a Whore, and a Bawd: and so she prayed me to tell ye.  Bean. 
Grant me a humming Warrant to compel her to come before you volens nolens of her own accord.  Steph. 
How, how, thou art an evil Counsellor, and a Traitor; thou seekest to deprive me of my honourable Employment by force quotha, no, some wiser than some: I am a Justice of peace, and must keep the peace. But if I grant a Warrant to compel, I break the Peace. If she comes, she comes, all must be done in a peaceful way: Volens nolens quotha.  Bean. 
Right Worshipful, 'tis a common way to grant a Warrant.  Steph. 
Ay, ay, 'tis so common that we Magistrates are all the worse for't, it makes justice so cheap that no People of fashion care for using any.  Bean. 
An't please your Worship,  Steph. 
Please me, and please thyself, I say still.  Bean. 
To accept this small present?  Steph. 
Hay! more Plots, how dar'st thou corrupt Justice, thou Treacherous Strumpet! devour the bowels that gave thee Suck? Now do I know she wants Justice, because she would buy it— Clerk, take up the Bribery, and give it to the poor: since my Clerk is absent I will vouchsafe to do it myself.— But did this audacious Tatterdemalion declare with her own Corporal voice, that she would not come before us?  Mous. 
I did, and I do again send thee word by myself, that thou shalt come before me,— If thou wilt not, I command thee to stay there,— and so I squeeze.  Steph. 
Does the Rebel send word, herself being present, that she will not appear?— it stands not with our high place to put up such affronts.— Head-Constable, knock her down, and keep the Peace. Bean. and Moust. fight.  Steph. 
So now the whole Courts in an uproar, fight, till the Devil part you.— Hold, hold, fall off, and unite against the common Enemy.  Enter Hectorio, and Drinkallup, drunk and Singing. Drink. 
Francky, was his name a,  
And Francky was his name a;  
His Beard was black, and his Gills were Red,  
And his Bill was all of the same a.  
With weapon full sharp, he fought till he was dead,  
With a Heycock of the game a,  
And Francky was his name a,  
And with weapon etc.  Hect. 
Francky's dead, and gone a,  
Poor Franchy's dead, and gone a:  
Thy brows are black, and thy lips are Red,  
And thy bellies soft as the down a.  
Let me be thy Worm, and at every turn,  
I will tickle thy flesh, and bone a.  
Then prithee cease they moan a,  
Since Francky's dead, and gone a.  
Let me etc.—  Steph. 
Silence in the Court, to keep a sound Peace, I make you both my High-Constables of Westminister.  Bean. 
Agreed, agreed.  Mous. 
Agreed, agreed.  Steph. 
Then by Virtue of my Warrant, which shall be made when we are at leisure, bring those disturbers of the Peace before me.  Bean. 
Woman, leave thy babbling, and come before the Justice.  Mous. 
Hectorio, be uncovered in the Court, and obey the Officers.  Hect. 
What Court? what Officers?  Bean. 
Why Stephania is Justice of Whorum, and we are both Head-Constables.  Hect. 
Then Officers, look to your Throats, for there will be above Ten thousand up in Arms to Night. Sings.— And their bellies soft as the down a.  Steph. 
He has confessed, and shall be hanged till he's dead. Come thou Rakehell, villain, dog, where are they, what's their design, who leads 'em on, who brings 'em off, make his Mittimus, before he answers, and send him to Tyburn.  Hect. 
Old touch and go, why so hasty?— My Lord Bacchus leads 'em on: my Lady Venus brings 'em off: their design is to rise up in their Beds, at midnight, to stab all the Women, and be head all the Virgins they Catch.  Drink. 
Sings— With a Heycock of the game a.  Bean. 
O inhuman Cannibals!  Mous. 
Let 'em do their worst, the Women will be hard enough for 'em, man to man.  Steph. 
And I believe the Virgins had notice of their design, for there is not one left in my Liberties: Head-constables, dispatch this Westminster Wedding, I say, tie 'em up.  Bean. 
Won't your Worship examine the Woman?  Steph. 
I say, take her away, she's a Pickpocket I know, by her laced Shoes: besides, hark ye, she's a Witch, she carries an enchanted Ring about her which turns Rich men to beggars, and makes an Ass of a Justice of Peace.  Drink. 
Gentlemen of the Jury, this Villain is no honester than he should be, he robbed me of a dozen of precious Turpentine guilt Nutmegs, and a Pewter Squirt.  Hect. 
Which is flat felony, for that's the Iron work to her Plough, without which it must stand still, and her Familiars must starve: and so she prayed me to tell ye.  Drink. 
But because the old Rogue is a true friend to the Chuck-office, I care not much if I save him, therefore you may bring in the Felony, Manslaughter.  Hect. 
Gentlemen, I am a Witness for the King, and so le's squeeze all round.  Mous. 
Art thou her Cousin after the flesh?  Drink 
No, he is my Husband's Brother, for they tumbled both in one Belly.  Bean. 
Then thy Husband has a whole Legion of Brothers, for half the Town have tumbled in the same place: and so she prayed me to tell ye.  Steph. 
Woman, put me in good Bail, or take her away Jailor.  Hect. 
Hold, hold, what Bail dost thou demand?  Steph. 
Two substantial Citizens, Alderman's fellows, or common Council men, but no Cuckolds.  Drink. 
No Cuckolds, Jailor take me away,— hold, hark you, If you'll take a Hundred that are Cuckolds, by the help of my friends here they shall be produced presently.— Nay don't bob down your heads, I did but try him.  Steph. 
No, no! no Cuckolds.  Hect. 
This is flat Tyranny, thou mayst as well demand a Tribute of Maidenheads in the Teens: but Miracles are ceased.  Steph. 
What is this notorious talking Rogue in for?  Mous. 
For Robbing of the Vestry.  Steph. 
How Sirrah, who made you a Churchwarden?  Mous. 
'Tis but a Vestry matter, and may be agreed at the next Tavern.  Bean. 
Who will pay Scot and lot, as they say, and serve in all under Offices of trouble, if every Rascal shall usurp that very Office, where they may reward themselves?  Steph. 
Ay, without Authority, or paying a farthing for't, when 'tis well known substantial Housekeepers have given hundreds or't.  Bean. 
Yes, and thrived upon't too, with a blessing on their pious endeavours.  Steph. 
Head Constables take 'em away to Limbo.  Hect. 
We defy thee, and thy Head-Constables, to mortal battle.  Steph. 
Then blood will ensue: and so she prayed me to tell ye.— Sound a charge, and keep the Peace.  Music plays, they dance, and Exeunt.  

Scene. II. Act. III.  Enter Ariel, and Quakero. Ariel Sings. 
FOllow me, and follow me, hay jolly Robin.  
The Moon shines bright,  
And Women are light,  
And most men had rather eat than fight.  
Then leave off your Cogging.  
And follow me, a follow me hay jolly Robin.  Quak. 
Four corners on my bed,  
Four beauties therely spread.  
If any evil come to me,  
O goodness sweet deliver me.  
Blessed be thanked, it is now again departed; this Charm I learned in the days of my Paganism, before I attained to the inworking and the bowel-yernings of the outgoing of the overflowings; but now that I am mounted into the Saddle, and exalted to the House top, and lifted on the sounding Tub of reformation, I am above the Fruit-mongers of the hard Streets of stony-heartedness: and I am above thee Satan— ha it cometh again.  

Four corners on my bed.   Ariel Sings. 
Turn thy Stocking, and tie thy Shoe hard.  
Thy mouth being washed, and wiped thy beard.  
Come away, come le's be jogging.  
Bo, bo, bo, bo,  
Hark, hark, how the Bettern bellows  
Now is the time for good fellows.  
To it— to it— to it— to it.  
The Citizen's Wife.  
Leads a merry, merry life,  
While her Husband at home does grunt and groan.  
Who who oo oo oo— who ooo oo.  
Alas poor man he is sick of the yellows.  
Cuckoo, cuckoo.  
Hark, hark, what the little birds tells us.  
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo.  Quak. 
Torment me no more thou Hobgoblin, thou Robin-good-fellow, thou Will with a wisp, thou Spirit, thou Fairy, thou, thou nothing, thou something— ha, what should this be, assuredly here hath been some Crouder slain against his consent, or murdered wrongfully, or else 'tis the Soul of some profane Singing-man that rejoiceth and gibeth at the death of the Duke my father, Oh! O! O! it comes again.  

Four corners on my bed.  
Four beauties—   Ariel Sings. 
Youth, youth of mortal race, give ear,  
Thy Daddies dead, thy Daddies dead.  
To Stocks his feet, to Pillory his Ear,  
To whip of thong his flesh is ay turned;  
And tough battoon does thump his bone.  
O hone, O hone, O hone, O hone.  
Then little youth Nandy.  
Drink Ale and Brandy.  
His knell is hourly rung on his back.  
Hark now I hear it, thwick, thwick, thwack,  
Thwick etc.— thwack.  Quak. 
This doleful madrigal says my Father is in Limbo, that is Mortus est, that is, he is dead, that is, he is departed, he is gone, he is fled, he is no more; He is, he is, I say, he is, that is, he is not.  

His feet Stockfish, his ears Pilchards, his flesh  
Thornback, and Tough Battoon does thump his bone.  
O hone, O hone, O hone, O hone.   
Friend Quakero, this is no mortal business, though thou hast done Satan right noteable service in perverting many, believe him not, I say believe him not: hast thou forgot how it was resolved in a full dispute, where a friend, even Guly Penno, declared that Satan was a liar, nay thou hast not forgot, believe him not, yet I will go to find out and be satisfied in the truth of the lie.  Ariel. 
Thwick, thwick, thwick, etc. Exit Ariel.  Quak. 
Hark, it is there again, it luggeth me by the Ears, even as a Swine is lugged by a Mastiffe-dog: or as one of your wicked Idolatrous Misses is led by the rattling of a guilt Coach, or as, as I say, or as ah ha' 'em, or as ah a aa.  
So much for this time. Exit Quakero.   
The End of the Third Act.   

Act IU.  

Scene. I.  Enter Prospero, and Ariel. Prospero eating a piece of Bread and Butter. Pros. 
NOw does the charmed imposthume of my Plot  
Swell to a head, and begin to suppurate,  
If I can make Mantua's Infant Duke,  
Switchel my young giglot Dorinda.  
Sincere Quakero to my power bends,  
And shall with my discreet Miranda yoke,  
Or be tormented ever here,  
In my enchanted Castle of Bridewellow.  
Great pity 'tis— for he's a pretty fellow.  
Ariel!  Ari. 
What says my mighty and most potent Master.  Pros. 
How do these right puissant Ragamuffins bear their durance?  Ari. 
The Duke with haughty mien, for lack of food,  
Sits cracking Fleas, and sucking of their blood.  
With him is good Gonzale.  Pros. 
Is he so, Adsbud. Throws away his Bread and Butter, in passion.  Ari. 
From eyes of Glass the gummy tears that fall  
Down Ivory beard like Crystal vermin crawl.  
The rest are picking straws, and so that's all.  Pros. 
Where is Quakero, that young Princely Sprout?  Ari. 
Like Lanthorn-jack I led him all about,  
And now he's blowing of his nails without.  Pros. 
Alas poor Trout.  Ari. 
I have so galled 'em, 'twould make your Grace's hair stand on end to see how they look; though your heart more stony was than Cobbler's wax i'th' dog days, 'twould make it in your mouth dissolve like Culvers dung.  Pros. 
Dost thou think so Spirit?  Ari. 
It makes mine open and shut, open and shut, like a fat Hostesses greasy Pouch, so it does: and then the poor old Gentleman and her daughters have almost torn one another to pieces— I pity them.  Pros. 
And I will— hast thou that art so young a Spirit, so little too— had a touch a feeling of their Case, and shall not I have a relish?— Well, Ariel go let a Table be brought to them furnished with most sumptuous Cates, but when they try to eat, let two great Babboons be let down with ropes to snatch it away.  Ari. 
O Sir Punchanello did that at the Playhouse.  Pros. 
Did he so— then bend thy airy ear. whispers  Ari. 
More toil— I pry'thee now let me mind thee of thy promise then— where is my Twopenny Custard?  Pros. 
Ho now moody, dost thou murmur?  Ari. 
No my Lord!  Pros. 
Thou liest, Malignant thing, thou dost.  Ari. 
I prithee my Lord, ben't so touchy.  Pros. 
Hast thou forgot the hairy Woman I freed thee from, who sent thee every morning down her Gormandizing throat with a Candle and Lantern, to tread the Ooze of the salt deep?— At other times she made thee pass up against the strong Northern blasts, when the capacious Bay was baked with brandy till thou hadst cleared thy passage to her nose, on whose sulphurous top thou fat'st Singing like a little Chimney Sweeper, hast thou forgot her?  Ari. 
No my dread Lord.  Pros. 
If thou more murmurest, in some small dimple of her Cheek I'll peg thee, where Twelve Sommers more thou shalt lie stewing like a Maggot in a Holland Cheese.  Ari. 
O pardon great Sir this once, and I will be a good Boy, and never do so more.  Pros. 
Then do as I commanded, but make haste lest the Conjurers of tother House steal the Invention— thou know'st they snatch at all Ingenious tricks.  Ari. 
I fly most potent Sir. Exit Ariel flying.  Pros. 
Now for the infant Duke of Mantua. Hippolito my Child come forth.  Enter Hippolito playing with Nickers. Hyp. 
Anan, anon, forsooth— you Sir, don't you stir the Nickers, I'll play out my game presently.  Pros. 
Come gentle youth, exalt thy ducal chin, for thou shalt have a Wife my boy.  Hyp. 
A Wife Sir! what's that, I never saw it?  Pros. 
No my boy, but they are now so common, young men can hardly walk the streets for them.  Hyp. 
Don't go away, you Sir, I do but stay for a Wife, and then I'll play out my game— O good Sir, let me have it quickly.  Pros. 
And so thou shalt, for my daughter's sake; if he should know Wives were growing out of fashion, I fear he would not marry, for the stripling has a gentile fancy, I see by the neatness of his clothes.  Hyp. 
Will it play at Bullet with me?  Pros. 
Ay and Cat, and Trap-ball too.  Hyp. 
What is it like Sir? what is it like?  Pros. 
'Tis so inconstant I scarce know what to liken it to, 'tis still unsatisfied, restless and wriggling like an Eel.  Hyp. 
O pray let me have it then; I love Eels mightily.  Pros. 
But like an Eel 'twill slip from thee.  Hyp. 
But I'll bite it by the tail then, and shake it till it lies still.  Pros. 
A shrewd youth! well thou shalt have it, 'tis beautiful as a Colly-flower, but like that too, when 'tis keeped long, nothing is more unpleasant.  Hyp. 
O Sir! I won't keep it long.  Pros. 
A very hopeful Lad!— But it won't part from thee.  Hyp. 
Then I'll beat it, and kick it, and run away from't.  Pros. 
Modishly said y'gad, still hopeful— but she'll save thee that trouble, and leave thee as soon any other will keep her; for she's wild and skittish as an unbackt Colt.  Hyp. 
Is it like a Colt? O Lemine! then I'll ride upon't.  Pros. 
A lass poor youth! thou wilt soon be tired, and thrown off.  Hyp. 
No Sir, I shall never be weary of Riding; and I'll hold so fast by the Mane and the Tail, that I won't fall off.  Pros. 
O sie, you must not use it like a Beast.  Hyp. 
What must I do with it then?  Pros. 
Why you must eat and drink with it.  Hyp. 
What is it a Fork, and an Earthern-Pot then?  Pros. 
No, but she may make Forks, and crack too many Pots.  Hyp. 
Then she shall teach me to make Forks.  Pros. 
Hold there,— you must enjoy none but her.  Pros. 
Enjoy, ah ha! enjoy! what a word is there? enjoy! O rare!— what is enjoy Sir?  Pros. 
Why, that is to be happy.  Hyp. 
Enjoy to be happy, then I'll enjoy all the Wives in the World;— For I love to be happy Sir: enjoy!  Pros. 
I'll tell you more hereafter; go in and read your Hornbook, that Treatise of Abstruse Philosophy I gave you last.  Hyp. 
I go forsooth. Exit Hippolito.  Pros. 
Now by my best hopes, a shrewd youth, a very shrewd youth, and a notable head-peace— I'm glad he's grown so prudent. If all that Marry in this Age of liberty were so Politic, we should see better times.  Enter Hippolito crying. Hyp. 
O lo! o lo! o lo! Oh, ho, ho, ho!  Pros. 
What's the matter? what grand intrigue of Fate can reach to the disturbance of thy manly Soul?  Hyp. 
Manly Soul, quoth a, 'twould disturb any man's Soul: I'm undone Sir, while I was talking with you about a Wife, Tom Bully stole away my stones.  Pros. 
Ha thy stones, what stones?  Hyp. 
Why my bowling stones. O ho ho, now I can't teach my Wife to play Nickers.  Pros. 
I'm glad 'tis no worse; O fie, fie my Lord, you must leave off this boys Play now, and learn to play with Children; go, go in.  Hyp. 
By never, I'll pay that Rogue Tom Bully, when I catch him.  Exit Hippolito. Pros. 
Now I must instruct my Daughters.  
Long sleeps and pleasures follow every Novice:  
But plots and cares perplex grave men of Office.  
Ye Gods!  
More blessed are men of mean and low condition,  
Then Bridewell-keeper is, or sage Magician.  Exit Prospero.  

Act IV. Scene. II.  Enter Miranda, and Dorinda. Dor. 
OH Sister! I have such a twittering after this Husband,  
And my mouth doth so run in a civil way.  Mir. 
Are you not breeding Teeth Sister?  Dor. 
Zooks, if I am the King, shall know't.  Mir. 
‛ Vads Sister, ever since my Father told me of it, which is at least six Hours ago, I can't rest Day, nor Night, for aught I know.  Dor. 
Its hole's hereabout, whereof looky' my Father said that it should get me with Child pray.  Mir. 
O lo! get you with Child, what's that?  Dor. 
I can't tell, but I do so shake and laugh when I think of't.  Mir. 
Heigh ho! whereof Sister you are afraid?— Let it come to me, vads Sister I won't be afraid.  Dor. 
Zooks Sister, if my Father should send a hundred to get me with Child in a civil way, I wouldned be afraid.  Mir. 
O but Sister, whereof looky', my Father said that a Husband was wild as a Cock-Sparrow or a Curl'd-Lamb, that he did now pray.  Dor. 
Then I would chirrip to't, and make it hop, and stroke it, and make it wag its tail and Cry blea, till it 'twas as tame as a little Lap-dog, but my Father says they are always gentle at home: and wild abroad.  Mir. 
Whereof Sister hark ye, now le's leave this idle talk, and play the Scotch Morris.  Dor. 
Then I'll play forward, and backward, for that's the way now.  Mir. 
No I won't play Boys play,— I'll tell you what, you should be a School Mistress, and—  Dor. 
No Sister, no I'll tell you what? You should be a Citizen's Wife pray, and so I should be a Lord looky', and I should come in a Golden-Coach and be your Husband's Customer.  Mir. 
Ay ' vads that's pretty.  Dor. 
So I should meet you at the Playhouse, and say Madam looky' 'tis a thousand pities such a glazing Di'mond of beauty should be the Slave of a dull Mechanic Cit and cry what d''ee lack? Whereof you should cry then, O Lord Sir, you are mistaken Zooks.  Mir. 
O Lord Sir, you are mistaken Zooks!  Dor. 
Then I should say Dam'ee Madam! you are a necklace for a Prince, I'll settle Three Pounds a Year upon you, and you shall have a Silver Baby, and a Silver house, and eat nothing but Golden Custards, and Silver-Stew'd-Pruines: than you should say whereof you have got a Wife of your own, my Lord?  Mir. 
Then you should say whereof you have gotten a wife of your own my Lord.  Dor. 
Then I should throw my Wig, and say, Oh Madam! if you love me, name her not. She's so dull and musty, the very thought of her will make me swoon, Damher. But you I dote upon. So than you should let me lie with you in a Civil way.  Mir. 
O ay, ay, I love that y'vads!  Dor. 
And then another should lie with you, and another, so at last you should be catched in a Bawdy-house with your Husbands under Prentice looky', and so be brought to Bridewell as Mrs. Tweedlebum was t'other day.  Mir. 
No, no, Sister, I won't play so— I'll tell y' what, le's play Truss-fayl, do pray now Sister.  Dor. 
Come then, I'll lie down first.  Mir. 
Truss.  Dor. 
Fayl.  Mir. 
Send me well upon my Grey Nag's tail. O Sister, Sister! here's the Husband thing coming.  Enter Hippolito reading gravely in a Hornbook. Dor. 
Looky, looky, O sweet Father its Legs are twice as long as ours.  Mir. 
What's that before so trimmed up with yellow Pissabeds, and green Blue Bottles.  Dor. 
See, see it pulls off half its head.  Mir. 
Run Sister, run, I'm so afraid 'twill pull your head off too.  Dor. 
Zooks! I would rather lose a hundred Heads if I had 'em, then stir a foot.  Mir. 
Oh! it looks angry, I'm so afraid for you Sister.  Dor. 
Fear not me, if I offend it, I'll lie down and paw it with my Four-feets, as our Shock does when we beat it.  Pros. (Within) 
Miranda, Miranda!  Dor. 
O Sister! my Father calls you,— whereof she says she won't come for'oth.  Mir. 
She fibs, she fibs Father,— I would come, but I am not here for'oth— you spiteful pissabed Slut.  Dor. 
But you are here for'oth.  Mir. 
I wonder you're so simple Sister, as if I could not tell where I am better than you— for aught I know.  Dor. 
I will take Husband first that I will.  Mir. 
Hussey, am not I the Elder?  Dor. 
Then you should'nt set your Wit against a Child.  Mir. 
Well then Sister, I'll tell y'what, we'll play heads or tails, who goes first, that's fair now, e'nt it?  Dor. 
Ay, and she that don't win shall lose and keep the door.  Mir. 
Well there's a good Girl, now toss up.  Dor. 
A ha! my tails turned up, you must watch.  Mir. 
Good dear Sister have done quickly, prithee do for because you know why Sister. Exit Miranda.  Hyp. 
Prospero has often told me, Nature makes nothing in vain, why then is this kip kap here— 'tis not awe nor e nor oo, nor lm n o-q-py you— it strangely puzzles me; I'll ask him when I see him next.  Dor. 
Thing, thing, fine long thing▪  Hyp. 
Bessy come bunny, come buy me some lace Sugarcandy, Cloves and Mace. Sure I am ready for a Wife now, I can read my abstruse Horn Philosophy.  Dor. 
O Rare thing, it talks just like one of us.  Hyp. 
Ha— what thing is that? Sure 'tis some Infant of the Park, dressed in her Mother's gayest beams of Impudence, and sent down here to play at Hemp and Beetle; but stay, is not this that thing called Wife? What art thou, thou fleering thing?  Dor. 
Alas I am a Woman, and my Father says I must be a Wife in a Civil way, pray thing don't be angry.  Hyp. 
Angry, no, I'll sooner break my Trapstick; must if thou art that thing called Wife, which troubles poor men so that they can't Wench in quiet— Prospero says that I must enjoy thee.  Dor. 
If thou art that thing called Husband which art always sullen and niggardly at home, but merry and expensive abroad. which feedest a Wife with tripe and Cow's heels, and treatest a Mrs. with Woodcock and Teal, and fine things, and at last turnest off a Wife with just enough to buy Bread and Cheese and worsted Farendine, but maintainst thy Miss like a Princess, my Father says thou must get me with Child for aught I know.  Hyp. 
Get thee with Child, O lo! what's that?  Dor. 
Whereof I can't tell, but I think you must dig it out of the Parsley-bed.  Hyp. 
Show me the Parsley-bed then.  Dor. 
I won't, you ha', got nothing to dig with: you said you must enjoy me, what's that prey?  Hyp. 
Why Prospero says you are like a Colt, and then you should be backed.  Dor. 
Phoe, I won't play so.  Hyp. 
Won't you, then look to't, for you are but a Colly-flower, and though you're so proud to day you'll stink to morrow.  Dor. 
Zooks this is the filli'st Husband-thing I ever saw: I'll run into the Garden, and teach him more wit in a civil way.  Hyp. 
Nay if you run from me like an Eel, I'll bite you by the tail.  Exeunt running after each ohter. Pros. 
(Within) Miranda! Dorinda! Daughters, Daughters!  Enter Miranda hastily. Mir. 
Oh I'm glad my Father comes, for when Fire and Flax are together, none knows how soon mischief may be done. Dorinda, Dorinda, my Father's coming.  Enter Dorinda and Hippolito hastily. Hippolito runs off. Dor. 
O Sister pray le's Dance our new Heroic Song that our Father mayn't know who was here.  They Sing and Dance. Enter Prospero observing them. Mir. 
Here comes a lusty Wooer, my dildin, my darling.  
Here comes a lusty Wooer Lady bright and shining.  Dor. 
I Woo for one of your fair Daughters, my dildin, my darling.  
I Woo for etc.— Lady bright etc.  Mir. 
I'm glad I have one for you my dild, etc.  
I'm glad etc.— Lady bright, etc.  Dor. 
She looks too brown upon me my dild, etc.  
She looks etc.— Lady etc.  Pros. 
Enough, enough, all this won't blind me, come, come, come stand, stand you here, and you there, nay, nay, nay, no 〈◊〉.  Mir. 
Indeed, and indeed, pray Father, I did but keep the door.  Pros. 
Didst thou keep the door for thy younger Sister?  Mir. 
Yes forsooth, pray Father, that I did.  Pros. 
Blessing on thy pretty heart, cherish that gentile Motherly humour, thou hast a generous Soul; and since I see thy mind so apt to take the light impression of a modish Love, I will unfold a secret to thee— That Creature▪ that thou sawst, is a kind of a Creature which is much like another Creature, that shall be nameless, and that's Quakero.  Mir. 
But Father, pray Father, shall that Quakero Creature be my Husband? You said I should have a Husband before she, that you did.  Pros. 
Shortly my Miranda thou shalt see the flower of this bud; this Chit, chit, chit, chit, Cock-sparrow husband may serve thy Sister well enough, thou shalt have a ho-ho-ho-ho-Husband, a Horseman, goin I'll provide for thee.  Mir. 
Let me have the ho-ho, quickly then pray Father.  Going out she returns again. 
Father, Father, I forgot to make my Curtsy; bye Father.  Exit Miranda. Pros. 
Come hither Dorinda, why saw you this Husband without my order?  Dor. 
Who I! truly I didn't sawed him 'twas he sawed me.  Pros. 
Come, come, your Sister told me all.  Dor. 
Then she fibs for aught I know, for she would ha' seen him first, if I would ha' let her.  Pros. 
Tell me what passed between you?  Dor. 
Nothing passed between us but our great dog Towzer.  Pros. 
What did he do t'ee? come confess.  Dor. 
He did nothing, but I am afraid he would if you hadn't come.  Pros. 
Why, why speak out?  Dor. 
Because he came towards me with his tail up as stiff as any thing.  Pros. 
Ha, I thought as much; wha what did he do then? the truth, I charge you.  Dor. 
Why he did nothing but walk to his Kennel.  Pros. 
Walked to his Kennel— who?  Dor. 
Why our great dog Towzer.  Pros. 
Pho, thou understandest me not, what did the Husband-thing do to thee?  Dor. 
Why nothing at all, for just as we got to the Parsley-bed, you frightened it away.  Pros. 
I charge you see it no more, 'twill Poison you, and make you swell as big as a house.  Dor. 
Not see it, I'll run thorough Nine Walls, but I'll see it, and have it to, though it make me swell till I break in pieces.  Pros. 
Go get you in, you're a naughty Girl.  Dor. 
The World's come to a very fine pass for aught I know, one can't play with a thing an hour or two alone, or be in bed with a man, but one must be naught: I won't endure it much long, that I wont so. Exit Dorinda.  Pros. 
So— my wishing Pipe  
Has swelled my hoping Cistern to a Flood.  
Dorind ' and Polito's agreed, that's good.  
Now for Miranda, and the youth Quakero;  
When they are coupled too— there ends my Care'o.  Exit Prospero.  

Act IV. Scene III.  Enter Alonzo, Gonzalo, and Antonio. Gonz. 
MY hands are so tired with stareing about for meat, that my feet can look no further— I must rest my old bones.  Alon. 
Old Lord I cannot blame thee, for I am seized with such a griping, that I cannot rest.— My Courtiers used to tell me I had no humane imperfection; But here I will put off my hose and keep it no longer for my Flatterers Music as in Air.  Gonz. 
Ha, these are a sort of doggish greedy Devils, come to devour the meat e'er 'tis dished up.  Anto. 
Do not for one repulse forgo the great design you were about to act.  Gonz. 
Oh help, help, something unseen has tied my hands behind me.  Alon. 
Mine are stolen away too, and 'tis well for 'em, for my mouth is grown so angry for want of meat, that if they should again appear empty it would devour them.  Anto. 
Sure 'tis the Devil's hock-tide, for mine are bound too.  Music. Alon. 
O hark my fiends,  
I fear we shall behold another horrid sound.  Gonz. 
The Devil takes his time when we are bound.  Alon. 
He thinks to save his Bacon, feeble fiend,  
But with bound hands our hands we will unbind.  Enter Ariel Singing. Song. 
Dry your eyes, and cease your howling:  
For your Broth is set a Cooling.  
While you're in this Castle staying,  
Eat and Drink, ne'er talk of paying.  
Wine and Women here are plenty,  
You shall taste of every dainty.  
And as soon as you are weary,  
Here are Crowds to make you merry.  Exit Ariel. Alon. 
I marry this is comfortable.  Anto. 
No Music like that which powdered Beef Sings,  
A consort of Carrots with hay ding a ding.  Gonz. 
we'll die for our meat, than our lives shall maintain.  
No butt'ring of Parsnips like long live and reign.  
O for a dainty vision of buttered Neptune's Tritons  
And Nereids.  Two Devils descend, bringing down a Table with meat and drink on it. Anto. 
See my Lord a stately Banquet, adzooks!  Gonz. 
First come, first served.  Alon. 
Happy man catch a Mackerell— But stay is not this meat and drink brought to Poison us?  Gonz. 
Here may be more Spirit of Sulphur: but hungers sharp, and I will taste in spite of the Devil.  Anto. 
And I will have a Soop.  Alon. 
If both resolve, I'll take my part; Devil do thy worst. As they try to eat, Gonzalo and Antonio are snatched up into the Air, and Alonzo sinks with the Table out of sight.   
The End of the Second Act.   

Act V.  

Scene I.  Enter Quakero, and Ariel. Quak. 
I Will be no longer seduced by Yea and Nay, I defy thee.  Ari. 
I defy thee.  Quak. 
Thou art a Torch of Darkness, and a Snuff of the Candle of the Socket, of the Dominion of Darkness.  Ari. 
O minion of Darkness.  Quak. 
Thou liest, I am no minion of Darkness, for look thee, a lie is a lie, but the truth is not a lie, and therefore thou art a liar because thou liest, as one of us hath he is sweetly in his Scourge-stick of Prophanishness, he is a right precious one, truly, truly.  Ari. 
You lie, truly.  Quak. 
Out thou reproacher of friends, thou Bearward of the Bull and Mouth, thou Lambskinner of Lumbard-street, thou waspish Wolf of Westminster, thou a a, I say thou 'em ah a, thou-avaunt, begone, fly, vanish, I defy thee, I abhor thee, I renounce thee, yea, I will scarecrow thee, I will top and scourge thee, and I will humguig thee, for I see by thy invisible Horns that thou art the very Devil.  Quak. 
Out Dragon, Bell and the Dragon, I knew thee long agone.  Ari. 
I knew thee long agone.  Quak. 
What dost thou know of me? Speak, say thy worst, what dost thou know of me?— I may fail, but I cannot fall, for I am a Friend— a Chosen— One of Us.  Ari. 
A Chosen one of Us.  Quak. 
None of thy Usses, Satan, none of thy Usses; therefore cease to torment me, for I will not speak one word more.  Ari. 
One word more.  Quak. 
Nay but I will not— I will Padlock my lips with Patience, and set the Porter of peaceishness at the Wicket of my Mouth, who shall knock thee down with the Silver head of saving-gableness which is on the long Cane of Conscientious Reproof: So that thou shalt no more enter into the Meetinghouse of my heart, look thee— Obadiah Cod, one of Us, who now sleep— eth did declare soundly what thou wert, and I find it all as Poo Cod said.  Quak. 
Mock on, mock on, I will try if thou wilt answer me while I sing my Sorrows to the snapping of my Thumbs: thy gibing is all but nonsense.  Ari. 
All but nonsense.  Quakero Sings. Ariel answers like an Echo. Quak. 
How dost do?  Ari. 
How dost do?  Quak. 
What's that to you?  Ari. 
What's etc.  Quak. 
Pull out thy whistle, and tune up thy Pipe.  Ari. 
Pull etc.  Quak. 
Under yonder hollow Tree, Nan lies asleep.  Ari. 
Under etc.  Quak. 
Her thing is her own, and I'll bounce it anon.  Ari. 
— and I'll bounce etc.  Quak. 
What care I for treasure, if Nanny but smile?  Ari. 
— if Nanny etc.  Quak. 
Within this shining place,  
There's not a better Face;  
Faith now she's down, there I'll get her with Child.  Ari. 
Kind Nanny smiles, and she  
Does sigh and snore for thee;  
O strange Simplicity,  
Follow me, follow me, and thou shalt see.  Quak. 
Does Nanny sigh and snore for me, O Lo! umph, I ham mollified: Nanny snore for me— think of thy Soul Quakero, I say think of thy Soul; if the flesh prevail, thy Soul is but a dead man.  Ari. 
Follow me, follow me, and thou shalt see.  Quak. 
Hark I am called again— this voice may be a Vision— go Quakero, I say go— but it may be a snare, a trick to draw me into derision, go not Quakero nay but I will not go— Nanny sigh and snore for me, O dear!  Ari. 
Follow etc.  Quak. 
Again— Well I will go and advise with Friends, but why should, thou advise, look thee, thy intention is good, though the Action may wander, it matters not, I say, it matters not.— Nanny sigh and snore for me, I will go— yea assuredly ay will.  Ari. 
Follow etc.  Quak. 
Nay but I will not, it shall not be said Quakero followeed the Devil.— But look thee, go thou before, and I will come after,— if that will do. Exeunt.   

Act V. Scene II.  Enter Prospero and Miranda at one Door. Ariel and Quakero at another. Ariel goes off immediately. Pros. 
ADvance the frizzled frouzes of thine Eyes, and glout on you fair thing.  Mir. 
O dear sweet Father, is that a ho ho ho a Horseman, Husband?  Pros. 
It is my Girl, and a yerker too; i'faith were he not tired with seeking of his Company, he would play thee such Horse-tricks, would make the sneer again.  Mir. 
'Tis a most crumptious thing; i'vads if you'll let me have it, I'll make no more dirt Pies, nor eat the Chalk you score with, nor spoil your Garden to play with the Carrots before they are ripe— pray sweet honey Father.  Pros. 
Well I'll leave ye together. But I charge you let him not touch your honour.  Mir. 
My honour O lo! pray what is that father?  Pros. 
'Tis a kind of fluttering Blood which haunts the head and hinder parts of men, some call it life-Blood, because death often ensues when those tender parts are touched: in Women its seat is on the nose, and on the—  Mir. 
Where else pray tell me, that I may defend it.  Pros. 
That's the ready way to make it be betrayed.— No Child of my bowels, thou shalt never know thy honour from me.  Mir. 
Now do I long to have this secret of my honour opened: prithee now, Father tell me where 'tis.  Pros. 
Why,— I know not what to say— On thy Elbow.  Mir. 
My Elbow, O lemine! fear it not then, for my honour is so hard with being thumped and leaned upon, that a hundred touches can't hurt it.  Pros. 
All falls out yet even as my Soul would wish, but I must Watch, I don't like this leering Quakero, such zealous youths are very Tyrants in secret. Exit Prospero.  Quak. 
Assuredly Satan thou hast told truth, for she is here; But yet thou art a liar Satan, for she is not here, that is to say, she sleepeth not, I will declare before her umph a ha h.—  
Most finest, most delicatest, and most lusciousest Creature, whose face is more delicious than a Pot of Ale with Sugar and Nutmeg, after a long Exercise.  Mir. 
Ha.  Quak. 
The savour of whose breath is more comfortable than the hot steam of a Sundays Dinner.  Mir. 
O Lo!  Quak. 
Whose Paps are whiter than two Norfolke-dumplins stuffed with Plums— and softer than Quaking-puddings.  Mir. 
Why did you ever feel my Bubbies?  Quak. 
Nay assuredly, but I hope I shall—  Quak. 
Whose soft Palms are pleasanter than a warm cloth to my Sweaty-back, or a hot Trencher to an aching Belly.  Mir. 
O rare!  Quak. 
Whose Legs are smother than my Chin, on a Saturday-night, and sleeker than thy Elbows.  Mir. 
O my honour, my honour, my Father says you must not touch my honour pray.  Quak. 
Nay Sister far, far be it from me to soil thy honour. Thy nature is more inviteing then a Christning-Bowl of warm red Wine deekt round with Lemon peel.  Mir. 
Oh my dear ho, ho, ho, I can no longer forbear.  She embraces him. Quak. 
Ah Sister mine; Now I ham even like unto that little Creature called a Cat, when his back is stroaked, he longeth to play with his tail.  Mir. 
And what are I like then, tell me what I are like?  Quak. 
Why thou are like a pretty little Mouse verily.— But then I ham twofold luck thee: first I ham like a Cat, and secondly I am not like a Cat.— First, I ham like a Cat, for when the Cat smells the pretty Mouse, he is restless and eager; Nay, he cannot stand still, but frisketh, and jumpeth, and dance— eth till he hath devoured hit;— In like sort, firstly, I ham like a Cat, look thee, for I am inflamed, and eager truly: nay, I am even ravenous after the pretty tender Mouse, as a Bear bereft of her Whelps. But secondly▪ I ham not like a Cat, look thee; for that seeketh the destruction, and the nothingness of the Mouse, but I thirsteth for the Propagation, look thee, and the somethingness, yea the fullness of hit— ha, ha, ha'.  Mir. 
And am I like a Mouse i'vads?  Quak. 
Unfeignedly.  Mir. 
Then I'll run into my hole.  Quak. 
And I will pursue even unto thy very hole, till I have overtaken thee. Exeunt.  Enter Prospero hastily. Pros. 
Ah how nimble this zealous youth is— Miranda!— Miranda! Enter Miranda, and Quakero. And you Quakero, come back, or I'll throw you over the Balcony, and try if you have as many lives as a Cat.  Mir. 
Zooks, Father you have spoiled the rarest play of Cat and Mouse.  Pros. 
Thou shalt be mouzed my Girl, but every thing in season, Rome was not built in a day, go in and trust me.  Mir. 
Shan't my Puss go with me; come Puss, come little Puss.  Exit Miranda. Pros. 
Hippolito my Child! Enter Hippolito. Come hither discourse this trusty Nicodemus, till my return, you must be acquainted with him. Exit Prospero.  Hyp. 
Pray Mr. Nichodemus, what did your Periwig cost you?  Quak. 
Ha, ha, ha, he!  Hyp. 
Ha, ha, he, how much is, ha, ha, he!  Quak. 
I will be avenged of thee Satan!  Hyp. 
Sa— tan, my name is Hippolito!  Quak. 
I will no more stir up friends to despise Government, and teach them 'tis a great point of Faith, rather to believe an ignorant upright Tailor, or a precious enlightened Weaver, than a Booklearned Tythmonger verily.  hay. 
hay brave Boys you Rogues Mr. Nichodemus, will you play at Nickers you Sir, or Spand-farthing?  Quak. 
Out thou lewd scoffer, I ham a Professor.  Hyp. 
A Professor, what's that?  Quak. 
That is a friend.  Hyp. 
And what is a friend?  Quak. 
Why a friend is one of Us.  Hyp. 
And what is one of Us.  Quak. 
Why one of Us is a— I say is a— 'em a— ha, ha, ha, he.  Hyp. 
Pray Mr. Nichodemus, let me be one of Us, ha, ha, ha, he.  Quak. 
I would thou wert, I say, I would— thou wert, but thou knowest not the Splendour of the obscurity of the revealed secret, umph— ha, thou understandest not?  Hyp. 
Yes I understand you well enough, but only I don't know your meaning.  Quak. 
What Religion art thou of?  Hyp. 
Religion, why I am a Duke.  Quak. 
What Faith dost thou profess?  Hyp. 
Why Faith and Troth, and adznigs, and by this Cheese.  Quak. 
Ah thou art a beast, and shouldst be chastised;— therefore provoke me not:— I say provoke me not.  Hyp. 
Not provoke thee— but I will provoke thee: take that.  kicks him. Quak. 
I ham not provoked.  Hyp. 
Then have at the again.  Quak. 
I ham not provoked yet.  Hyp. 
There, then there. kicks him.  Quak. 
Nay, but I ham not yet provoked.  Hyp. 
No then I'll wear out my Shoes, but I'll provoke thee; there, there, there, and there.  kicks him. Quak. 
Hold, hold, I say hold, for I ham provoked, and I will chastise thee. The Quaker throws off his Coat, and beats Hippolito till he lies as dead.  Hyp. 
O murder, murder, I'll fight no more: you pull by the hair Mr Nichodemus.  Enter Prospero. Pros. 
What dismal noise is this— ha! Hippolito dead, than all my toil's in vain:— O thou unlucky chit, I wish I'd been betwattled, when I had to do with thee.  Quak. 
Unfeignedly I was provoked, therefore I say have Patience, that is to sayo be pacified.  Pros. 
Out thou stinking, sneaking Bastard, he's quite dead: If ever thou servest me so again, I'll whip thee till the Blood drops at thy heels.  Quak. 
Dead! then by Yea, and Nay, I never saw him in my life.  Pros. 
O cruel luck! Ariel, what ho my Spirit Ariel.  Enter Ariel. Ari. 
What says my mighty, and most Potent Lord?  Pros. 
Most potent Lord! most Potent Fiddlestick! See thou lazy drone of a Spirit, what mischief here is done.  Ari. 
O lo! O lo! O Laud! Ah poor Polly, how sadly his finger's scratched; but I'll fly to Mother Damnables, and fetch some Pilgrim salve to cure it. Exit Ariel.  Pros. 
Miranda! Dorinda! Enter Miranda, and Dorinda. O my Girls, we are all undone, look there Dorinda, thy poor Polly's dead.  Mir. 
O my dear Puss cat, shall us play Cat and Mouse?  Pros. 
Touch him not you Harlotry baggage, why when I say— come away.  Dor. 
Alas! What's worse than ill luck?  Enter 
Alonzo, Gonzalo, and Antonio, as driven in by Spirits.  Alon. 
Never were Hogs so driven to Rumford, as we are hunched along.  
What my Boy Quakero, and alive, touch my Flesh.  Quak. 
My Father after the Flesh, O sorrowful joy.  Pros. 
You stare as if you had never seen me: have so short a time as 50 years made you forget Prospero?  Gonz. 
How my good old Neighbour Duke Prospero!  Alon. 
The Devil 'tis: O strange, I thought he had been hanged long ago.  Anton. 
Laud, how a little time will change folks, I had quite forgot him, and yet I remember him as well as if 'twere but yesterday.  Pros. 
Had I lived till now where you sent me, I had been dead 20 years ago— Know 'twas I trappaned you to this my enchanted Castle of Bridewello, where I yet govern, and am Lord Paramount. I meant to be friends with you all, and Marry that stripling to my eldest Girl; but see what he has done to the Infant Duke of Mantua.  Gonz. 
Never stir, if it be not honest little Duke Polly.  Anto. 
Alas poor Duke, as towardly a Child as ever broke bit of bread.  Alon. 
And what dost thou now intend? we fear thee not.  Pros. 
Quakero shall be hanged, and you shall be all tortured; ho within there, prepare the Pillory, the Whipping-post, the Stocks, and Cat of Nine tails— entreat me not, dispatch.  Mir. 
I can hold no longer, O, ho, ho-ho-ho.  Quak. 
Ah, ha-ha-ha-e.  Enter Devils. Pros. 
Away with them, See it done.  The Scene of Bridewell. Ariel flies down. Ar. 
Stay my most Potent Master, I come from the sage Vrganda of Wildo streeto, that renowned Enchantress, who has disarmed all the Knights of the White Spear and Nut-brown Shield: And that most mighty Necromancer Punchanello Alquiffe, who with one breath puts Candle out, and in Rains Fire, makes Sea of painted Clout to move, and Devils dance: by their aid I have composed a Suppositorial Ligneous puff and blow, which would recall life though Nine days lost, see here 'tis come.  Enter Devils with a great pair of Bellows. Pros. 
'Tis joyful news.  Ari. 
All must assist in the Ceremony.  Pros. 
Come then let's about it.  Ariel. 
Help, help Lordlings, and Ladies help  
To raise up great Heroic whelp.  Ariel Sings. 
Prospero, Prospero  
Looks fierce as a Hero;  If Polly should die, poor I shall be killed I fearo. Chorus. 
Then blow the Bellows, blow the Bellows, blow the Bellows, blow; blow and puff, blow and puff, puff, puff, and blow, blow, blow.  

Let not his Soul,  
Get out of the hole  
And all shall be well I trow, trow, trow, etc.   Pros. 
We conjure thee to wake  
By a Twopenny Cake,  Alonz. 
By a Ginger-bread-role,  Mir. 
By a thing with a hole,  Dor. 
Which thou lov'st with thy Soul;  Gonz. 
By a Rattle and Drum,  Anton. 
By a great Sugar-plum,  Foran. 
As big as thy Thumb.  Chorus. 
Polly, Polly, Polly,  
O Polly, Polly, Polly!  
To die is but folly.  
For shame lie not there,  
While thy Doxy is here.  All. 
How is't.  Ariel. 
By th' Mass  
As 'twas.  All. 
Alas.  Ariel. 
Prospero, Prospero,  
Looks, etc.— As before.  Chorus. 
Then blow the Bellows, etc.— As before.  Pros. 
We conjure thee again  
By a hobby Horse fine,  Mir. 
By thy Bullets and Cat-stick,  Dor. 
By thy Rearer and Trapstick,  Gonz. 
By thy Marbles and Nickers,  Anton. 
By thy Top and thy Gigg,  Faran. 
By thy Beard, and thy Wigg.  Chorus. 
Polly, Polly, etc.— All as before. Then Hippolito rises  Ariel. 
Victoria, Victoria! He lives, he lives, he lives.  They Dance confusedly round him. Chorus. 
Then let's hug him, and log him, and tug him, and smugg him: with a hay brave Polly, and ho brave Polly and fake him, and shake him, and wake him, and never forsake him, with a hay brave Polly, and ho brave Polly.  Pros. 
So, so, so, welcome to life again, now the man shall have his Mare again, and all friends.  Alon. 
Thanks Prospero, and gentle Ariel.  Gonz. 
Thanks Ariel, and gentle Prospero.  Enter Stephania, Beantosser, Moustrappa, Drinkallup, and Hectorio. Steph. 
Ha, is it so, more Officers than head Constables, you may dismiss the Prisoners and adjourn the Court.  Bean. 
What to the old place in moorfield's.  Mous. 
Ay, ay, and make Proclamation that all good Religious People may take notice of it.  Steph. 
No, no, we'll meet here again to morrow. And so she prayed me to tell ye.  Drink. 
If any forget the place, that man in black may instruct them, for he's Chaplain to the Society.  Pros. 
Set open the Gate, you may march off, you've had punishment enough for once. [Exeunt Bawd, and Whores]  Pros. 
Now to wipe out the remembrance of all past sorrow, I'll show you the pleasures of my enchanted Castle.— Ariel, see it done, and then be free.  Ariel. 
I'll about it straight. [Exit Ariel.]  MUSIC. The Scene drawn discovers Bridewell with Prisoners in several postures of labour and punishment, than a Bawd and Pimp drawn over the Stage in a Cart followed by a Rabble; then arise Caliban, and Sycorax. Sycorax. 
My Lord great Cac-Cac-Cac-Cac-Calyban  
For my sweet sake,  
Some pity take  
On beauteous Nymph in Caravan:  
And check with seemly snout,  
The Rabble rout.  Calyban. 
Sweet Sycorax, my Mopsa dear,  
My Dove, my Duck,  
My Honey suck-  
- le which hast neither pricknor peer,  
I'll do't, take tail of Shirt,  
Cleanse Eye from Dirt.  Syc. 
Give all the rest of this fair Crew,  
A play day too;  
Let Pillory  
And Stocks agree,  
To set all free:  
Let the Beetle and Whip, be both laid to sleep,  
And Prisoners Condemned, live for want of a slip.  Cal. 
Dear Dowdy be jocund, and sleek  
The dainty fine furrows of thine Olive Cheek:  
I cannot deny  
My pretty Pigs nigh,  
With a Nose like a Rose,  
And a lip as green as a Leek.  
Be calm ye great Parents of the Punk, and the Pad,  
While each Bully and Lass sing and revel like mad.  Chorus 
Be calm, etc.—  
While each, etc.—  Pimp. 
Compel this roaring rout to fly.  Baud. 
And we'll obey you by and by.  Chorus 
Compel, etc.—  
And we'll, etc.—  Rabble. 
Give's something to drink, and we'll go hence,  
For we meant your honours no offence.  Caly. 
Here, here ye dogs, here's Eighteen-pences.  Syc. 
But ere you go, le's have a Dance.  Chorus 
Here here, etc.—  
But ere you, &c— They Dance, and Sing this Chorus. Be calm ye great Parents of the Punk, and the Pad:  
While each Bully and Lass, sing and revel like mad.  Exeunt Rabble. The Prisoners make a noise. Caly. 
Head-keeper, let Correction cease,  
Let every back and bum have peace.  Syc. 
Do not the noble Crew beguile,  
They came to sing and dance a while:  
And you of pleasure make a toil.  Caly. 
Be still, be still, ye whips, and ye backs,  
Obey, obey, my lovely Sycorax.  Chorus 
Be still, etc.—  
Obey, etc.—  The Head-keeper flies down and sings. Head-k. 
Her I'll obey whose breath's so strong, one blast  
Sent from her Lungs would lay my Castle waste;  
Come down my furies, lash no more,  
But gently pour in  
Salt and Urine,  
To cleanse their crimson Face from gore:  
Whatever they are, or whatever their transgressions,  
Free all in the Castle, free all;  
Make it as quiet, as at quarter Sessions,  
When they make visits to Westminster-Hall.  Here Four Keepers fly down. 
To the Houses you know,  
Round, round, must you go,  
And search every place where their Revels they keep:  
But no more till I call, shall ye handle the whip.  Chorus 
To the Houses, etc.—  
Round, etc.—  
And search.—  
But no more— Exeunt Keepers.  Caly. 
Now the Tyrants are gone that made ye afraid:  
Let each Daughter and Son,  
Make haste to come on;  
And be merry, be merry, be merry,  
Be merry, as a Maid.  Chorus 
Now the Tyrants, etc.—  While the Chorus is Singing the Prisoners are steed, and make ready for a Dance. The Scene shuts. A dance with Bottles in their hands. Pimp. 
Bullies my Lads, your Battle sound.  Baud. 
And let sweet Echo from each Last rebound.  Chorus. 
Bullies, etc.—  
And let, etc.—  A Dance. Chorus. 
Drink up all.  
Drink up all.  
Drink up all.  
— Up all.  
Drink up all.  The Scene opens, discovers the Sea;— The Night going down Aurora, and the Sun rising— the Music sitting in an Arch of Chariots. Caly. 
See, see black Queen of Night, is sneaking down,  
And under sable Arm, she hides pale Moon.  
And Dame Aurora, yonder with eyes grey,  
Shedding Od'rifferous dew, and breaking day.  
Behold the Skies Head-Waggoner, the Sun,  
With Fiery steed up yonder Hill does run.  
Miss Thetis would from Watery Bed pursue.  
Begone fond Minx, must none have Sun but you?  Sing. Caly. 
Now your drink, and your Drabs you shall safely enjoy.  Syc. 
No Constables or Watch, shall your quiet destroy.  Chorus. 
Now, etc.—  
No Constable, etc.—  Pimp. 
we'll closely convey you by a private back door:  
Your Ale and Stepony we'll fill on the Score.  Baud. 
we'll treat ye great lubbers, as ye sail in the Straits,  
With Trumpets and Cymbals, and loud City Waits.  Syc. 
In each room a soft Bed, or a Couch we will lay,  
To please you all Night, and delight you all day.  Chorus. 
In each room, etc.—  
To please you, etc.—  A Dance. 
Ariel appears in the Air, and Sings.  Song. 
Where good Ale is, there suck I,  
In a Cobbler's Stall I lie,  
While the Watch are passing by;  
Then about the Streets I fly,  
After Cullies merrily.  
And I merrily, merrily take up my clo'se,  
Under the Watch, and the Constable's nose.  Pros. 
Henceforth may our Enchanted Castle be,  
From Ignorant Sprights, and sullen Devils free:  
May beauteous Nymphs like little Lambkin's play,  
While Swains with amorous Pipes drive care away,  
Our harmless mirth ' shall still attend you here:  
'Tis mirth that makes you Youthful brisk and fair.  
That our Mock-Tempest, then may flourish long,  
Clapp all that would seem beautiful and young.    
FINIS.   

EPILOGUE by Miranda.  
GEntlemen look'ee now, pray, my Father says that I and my Sister  
must have ye all i fads:  
Whereof I can't tell what to do, I'll swear'o;  
If I take you, I lose my dear Quakero:  
His things are precious, and his love is true;  
But there's no trust in aught you say or do:  
Yet for aught that I know,  
Myself could serve you all as well as any;  
But my Father says, pray,  
One Dish of meat can never serve so many;  
For though you all agree in one design,  
To feed like Scholars on the tender Loin;  
In this you differ with them, pray;  
One little Chop, and one plain Dish will do.  
You must have Sauce, warm Plates, fresh hau-gou's too;  
The large Pottage of glittering show and dress,  
Must cheat you to the little bit of flesh.  
My Father says,  
Since with such charge we purchase your Contents,  
He thinks 'tis fit we should have Settlements:  
For when you have enjoyed, what that is, I cant tell i ●ads; but I believe you can,—  
Tear dronish, cold and dull as any thing;  
Just like a Bee, when he has lost his sting:  
And though with all our tempting sweets we strive,  
We ne'er shall catch you more within our Hive.  
Then must our sinking joys ne'er rise again?  
Must we be kind, and show all in vain?  
You loved the jilting Mother much and long;  
She's old, the Daughter's active brisk and young:  
If you neglect us still, pray,  
May all your stony Pride unpit I'd fall;  
And may our harmless Devils take you all.