His father Ramires (supposed dead) appears above, with
Fer. Ha, my father and Felisarda :
Are they both dead!-I did not think To find thee in this pale society Of ghosts so soon
Fel. I am alive, Fernando:
And don Ramires still thy living father.
Fran. You may believe it, sir, I was of the council. Car. Men thought you dead.
The knowledge of Francisco, and some few, By this device to advance my younger son To a marriage with Jacinta, sir, and try Fernando's piety, and his mistress' virtue : Which I have found worth him, and my acceptance. With her I give thee what thy birth did challenge : Receive thy Felisarda.
So flowing, it drowns all my faculties.
My soul will not contain, I fear, but loose, And leave me in this extacy.
THE LADY OF PLEASURE. A COMEDY. BY JAMES SHIRLEY.
Sir Thomas Bornewell expostulates with his lady on her extravagance and love of pleasure.
BORNEWELL. ARETINA, his lady.
Are. I am angry with myself;
To be so miserably restrain'd in things, Wherein it doth concern your love and honour To see me satisfied.
Dost thou accuse me? have I not obey'd All thy desires, against mine own opinion; Quitted the country, and remov'd the hope Of our return, by sale of that fair lordship We liv'd in chang'd a calm and retire life For this wild town, compos'd of noise and charge? Are. What charge, more than is necessary
For a lady of my birth and education?
Born. I am not ignorant how much nobility Flows in your blood, your kinsmen great and powerful In the state; but with this lose not your memory Of being my wife: I shall be studious,
Madam, to give the dignity of your birth
All the best ornaments which become my fortune; But would not flatter it, to ruin both, And be the fable of the town, to teach Other men wit by loss of mine, employ'd To serve your vast expences.
Brought in the balance? so, sir.
Bor. Though you weigh
Me in a partial scale, my heart is honest: And must take liberty to think, you have Obey'd no modest counsel to effect,
Nay, study ways of pride and costly ceremony; Your change of gaudy furniture, and pictures, Of this Italian master, and that Dutchman's; Your mighty looking-glasses, like artillery Brought home on engines; the superfluous plate Antick and novel; vanities of tires,
Four score pound suppers for my lord your Banquets for t'other lady, aunt, and cousins; And perfumes, that exceed all; train of servants, To stifle us at home, and shew abroad
More motly than the French, or the Venetian, About your coach, whose rude postilion
Must pester every narrow lane, till passengers
And tradesmen curse your choaking up their stalls, And common cries pursue your ladyship
For hind'ring of their market.
Are. Have you done, sir?
Bor. I could accuse the gaity of your wardrobe, And prodigal embroideries, under which, Rich satins, plushes, cloth of silver, dare Not shew their own complexions; your jewels, Able to burn out the spectators' eyes,
And shew like bonfires on you by the tapers: Something might here be spared, with safety of Your birth and honour, since the truest wealth Shines from the soul, and draws up just admirers. I could urge something more.
Are. Pray, do. I like
Your homily of thrift.
Bor. I could wish, madam,
You would not game so much. -Are. A gamester, too!-
Bor. But are not come to that repentance yet, Should teach you skill enough to raise your profit;
You look not through the subtilty of cards, And mysteries of dice, nor can you save Charge with the box, buy petticoats and pearls, And keep your family by the precious income; Nor do I wish you should: my poorest servant Shall not upbraid my tables, nor his hire Purchas'd beneath my honour: you make play Not a pastime but a tyranny, and vex Yourself and my estate by 't.
Bor. Another game you have, which consumes more Your fame than purse, your revels in the night, Your meetings, call'd the ball, to which appear, As to the court of pleasure, all your gallants And ladies, thither bound by a subpoena Of Venus and small Cupid's high displeasure: 'Tis but the Family of Love, translated Into more costly sin; there was a play on't; And had the poet not been brib'd to a modest Expression of your antic gambols in't,
Some darks had been discover'd; and the deeds too; In time he may repent, and make some blush, To see the second part danc'd on the stage. My thoughts acquit you for dishonouring me By any foul act; but the virtuous know, 'Tis not enough to clear ourselves, but the Suspicions of our shame.
Are. Have you concluded
Your lecture?
Bor. I have done; and howsoever
My language may appear to you, it carries No other than my fair and just intent
To your delights, without curb to their modest And noble freedom.
Are. I'll not be so tedious
In my reply, but, without art or elegance, Assure you I keep still my first opinion; And though you veil your avaricious meaning
With handsome names of modesty and thrift, I find you would intrench and wound the liberty I was born with. Were my desires unprivileged By example; while my judgment thought 'em fit, You ought not to oppose: but when the practice And tract of every honourable lady Authorize me, I take it great injustice
To have my pleasures circumscrib'd and taught me.117
117 This dialogue is in the very spirit of the recriminating scenes between Lord and Lady Townley in the Provoked Husband. It is difficult to believe, but it must have been Vanbrugh's prototype.
J. M'CREERY, Printer, Black-Horse-Court, Fleet-street.
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