Renouncing all that has pretence to witty, T’oblige the Reverend_ Brumighams _o’th’ City: No smutty Scenes, no Jests to move your Laughter, Nor Love that so debauches all your Daughters. But shou’d the Torys now,--who will desert me, Because they find no dry bobs on your Party, Resolve to hiss, as late did Popish Crew, | By Yea and Nay, she’ll throw her self on you, | The grand Inquest of Whigs, to whom she’s true. | Then let ‘em rail and hiss, and damn their fill, Your Verdict will be_ Ignoramus _still_. DRAMATIS PERSONAE. MEN. Don _Carlos_, Governour of _Cadiz_, young and rich, in love with _Julia_, Mr. _Smith_ _Antonio_, a Merchant, young and rich. Friend to _Carlos_, in love with _Clara_, but promis’d to _Isabella_, Mr. _Wiltshire_ _Francisco_, old and rich, Husband to _Julia_, and Father to _Isabella_, Mr. _Nokes_. _Baltazer_, Father to _Julia_ and _Clara_, Mr. _Bright_. _Sebastian_, Father to _Antonio_, Mr. _Freeman_. _Guzman_, Gentlemen to _Carlos_, Mr. _Underhill_. _Guiliom_, a Chimney-Sweeper; the False Count, Mr. _Lee_. Two overgrown Pages to the False Count, A little Page to the False Count. _Petro_, Cashier to _Antonio_. Page to Don _Carlos_. Captain of a Gally. Two Seamen. _Lopez_, Servant to _Baltazer_. Several disguis’d like _Turks_. WOMEN. _Julia_, Wife to _Francisco_, young and handsom, in love with _Carlos_, Mrs. _Davis_. _Clara_, Sister to _Julia_, in love with _Antonio_, Mrs. _Petty_. _Isabella_, Daughter to _Francisco_; proud, vain and foolish, despising all Men under the degree of Quality, and falls in love with _Guiliom_, Mrs. _Corror_. _Jacinta_, Woman to _Julia_, Mrs. _Osborne_. Wife to _Petro_. Dancers, Singers, &c. ACT I. SCENE I. _The Street_. _Enter_ Carlos, Antonio _and_ Guzman. _Car_. By all that’s good, I’m mad, stark raving mad, To have a Woman young, rich, beautiful, Just on the point of yielding to my Love, Snatcht from my Arms by such a Beast as this; An old ridiculous Buffoon, past Pleasure, Past Love, or any thing that tends that way; Ill-favour’d, ill-bred, and ill-qualify’d, With more Diseases than a Horse past Service; And only blest with Fortune and my _Julia_; For him, I say, this Miser, to obtain her, After my tedious nights and days of Love, My midnight Watchings, Quarrels, Wounds and Dangers; --My Person not unhandsom too, By Heav’n, ‘twas wondrous strange! _Ant_. And old _Francisco_, without the expence of an hour’s Courtship, a _Billet-Doux_, or scarce a sight of her, could gain her in a day; and yet ‘tis wonder, your Fortune and your Quality, should be refus’d by Don _Baltazer_ her Father.