_The Marriage Night. Written by the Lord Viscount Fawkland._ _Scientia non habet Inimicum Præter Ignorantiam._ _London. Printed by W. G. for R. Crofts at the Crown in Chancery-Lane under Sergeants-Inne._ 1664. 4º. The "Marriage Night" was excluded from the second and third editions of Dodsley's collection. The punctuation of the old copy, and of the reprint of 1744, is very corrupt; but the text itself seems to be unusually free from errors. DODSLEY'S PREFACE. +Henry Cary+, +Viscount Falkland+, was the son of him who is commonly called the Great Lord Falkland. He was a person very eminent for his extraordinary parts and heroic spirit. When he was first elected to serve in Parliament, some of the members opposed his admission, urging that he had not sowed his wild oats. "Then it will be the best way," replied he, "to sow them in the House, where there are geese enough to pick them up." He died in 1643, being cut off in the prime of his years, as much missed when dead, says Langbaine, as beloved when living. I am informed from very good hands, that it was he who wrote the epilogue to Lord Rochester's "Valentinian." And I believe the same person wrote the copy of verses, which is prefixed to Sandys' tragedy, entitled, "Christ's Passion," translated, or rather imitated, from the Latin of Hugo Grotius. _DRAMATIS PERSONÆ._ +The King.+ +De Bereo+, _a duke, brother to the king._ +De Castro+, } +Dessandro+, } _counts, brothers._ +De Flame+, _a count._ +Pirez+, } +Sampayo+, } _two lords._ +De Loome+, } +La Gitterne+, } _attendants to the duke._ +Silliman+, _steward to the duchess._ Two Judges. +Claudilla+, _a duchess._ +Cleara+, _sister to De Flame._ +Torguina+, } +De Prate+, } _ladies to the duchess._ Attendants. _Scene, Castile._ THE MARRIAGE NIGHT. ACTUS PRIMUS, SCENA PRIMA. _Enter +Pirez+ and +Sampayo+._ +Pir.+ Is't possible? Dessandro quit from his command o' th' citadel? So sharply too? Brushing times, my lord! Pray, by virtue of what offence? +Samp.+ It may be treason to ask their wisdoms that; But the huge mountebank, the vulgar rout, Quarrel'd with's religion; 'cause 'tis not in the Smallest print: and the king----was to say nothing. +Pir.+ Good King! I could wish something; And heartily, if I durst: Well, from grave hypocrisy And beardless wisdom, good heaven deliver us! Nothing in his great father's memory to hold him Worthy of his place. +Samp.+ That makes him taste it To the extremity of sense and anger.