De-Gard, _A Noble stay'd' Gentleman that being newly lighted from his Travels, assists his Sister_ Oriana _in her chase of_ Mirabel _the_ Wild-Goose. La-Castre, _the Indulgent Father to_ Mirabell. Mirabell, _the_ Wild-Goose, _a Travell'd Monsieur, and great defyer of all Ladies in the way of Marriage, otherwise their much loose servant, at last caught by the despis'd_ Oriana. Pinac, _his fellow Traveller, of a lively spirit, and Servant to the no less sprightly_ Lillia-Bianca. Belleur, _Companion to both, of a stout blunt humour, in love with_ Rosalura. Nantolet, _Father to_ Rosalura _and_ Lillia-Bianca. Lugier, _the rough and confident Tutor to the Ladies, and chief Engine to entrap the_ Wild-Goose. Oriana, _the fair betroth'd of_ Mirabell, _and witty follower of the_ Chase. Rosalura, } _the Airie Daughters of_ Nantolet. Lillia-Bianca, } Petella, _their Waiting-woman_. Mariana, _an English Courtezan_. _A young Factor._ _Page._ _Servants._ _Singing-Boy._ _Two Merchants._ _Priest._ _Four Women._ _The Scene_ Paris. The Actors were, _Robert Benfield._ _John Lowin._ _William Trigg._ _Richard Robinson._ _William Penn._ _Sander Gough._ _Joseph Taylor._ _Hilliard Swanston._ Mr. _Shank_. _Thomas Pollard._ _Stephen Hammerton._ _John Hony-man._ _Actus Primus. Scena Prima._ _Enter Monsieur_ De Gard, _and a Foot-Boy_. [_De Ga._] Sirrah, you know I have rid hard; stir my Horse well And let him want no Litter. _Boy._ I am sure I have run hard, Would some body would walk me, & see me Litter'd; For I think my fellow-horse, cannot in reason Desire more rest, nor take up his Chamber before me, But we are the Beasts now, and the Beasts are our Masters. _De Ga._ When you have done, step to the Ten-Crown _Ordinary_. _Boy._ With all my heart, Sir, For I have a Twenty Crown stomach. _De Ga._ And there bespeak a dinner. _Boy._ Yes Sir, presently. _De Ga._ For whom, I beseech you, Sir? _Boy._ For my self, I take it, Sir. _De Ga._ In truth ye shall not take it, 'tis not meant for you, There's for your Provender: Bespeak a Dinner For _Monsieur Mirabell_, and his Companions, They'll be in Town within this hour. When you have done, Sirrah, Make ready all things at my Lodging, for me, And wait me there. _Boy._ The Ten Crown _Ordinary_? _De Ga._ Yes Sir, if you have not forgot it. _Boy._ I'le forget my feet first; 'Tis the best part of a Foot-mans faith. [_Exit Boy._