The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 03Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 03
Dryden, John
English drama -- 17th century
_Mill._ Where are they laid?
_Sir John._ In the portmanteau in the drawing-room.
[_Is going to the door._
_Mill._ Pray stay a little, sir.
_Warn._ [_At the door_.] He must pass just by me; and, if he sees me, I
am but a dead man.
_Sir John._ Why are you thus concerned? why do you hold me?
_Mill._ Only a word or two I have to tell you. 'Tis of importance to
you.
_Sir John._ Give me leave--
_Mill._ I must not, before I discover the plot to you.
_Sir John._ What plot?
_Mill._ Sir Martin's servant, like a rogue, comes hither to tempt me
from his master, to have met him.
_Warn._ [_At the door_.] Now, would I had a good bag of gunpowder at my
breech, to ram me into some hole!
_Mill._ For my part, I was so startled at the message, that I shall
scarcely be myself these two days.
_Sir John._ Oh that I had the rascal! I would teach him to come upon
such errands.
_Warn._ Oh for a gentle composition, now! An arm or leg I would give
willingly.
_Sir John._ What answer did you make the villain?
_Mill._ I over-reached him clearly, by a promise of an appointment of a
place I named, where I never meant to come: But would have had the
pleasure, first, to tell you how I served him.
_Sir John._ And then to chide your mean suspicion of me; indeed I
wondered you should love a fool. But where did you appoint to meet him?
_Mill._ In Grays-Inn walks.
_Warn._ By this light, she has put the change upon him! O sweet
womankind, how I love thee for that heavenly gift of lying!
_Sir John._ For this evening I will be his mistress; he shall meet
another Penelope than he suspects.
_Mill._ But stay not long away.
_Sir John._ You overjoy me, madam.
[_Exit._
_Warn._ [_Entering_.] Is he gone, madam?
_Mill._ As far as Grays-Inn walks: Now I have time to walk the other
way, and see thy master.
_Warn._ Rather let him come hither: I have laid a plot, shall send his
rival far enough from watching him, ere long.
_Mill._ Art thou in earnest?
_Warn._ 'Tis so designed, fate cannot hinder it. Our landlord, where we
lie, vexed that his lodgings should be so left by Sir John, is resolved
to be revenged, and I have found the way. You'll see the effects on't
presently.
_Rose._ O heavens! the door opens again, and Sir John is returned once
more.
_Enter Sir_ JOHN.
_Sir John._ Half my business was forgot; you did not tell me when you
were to meet him. Ho! what makes this rascal here?
_Warn._ 'Tis well you're come, sir, else I must have left untold a
message I have for you.
_Sir John._ Well, what's your business, sirrah?
_Warn._ We must be private first; 'tis only for your ear.
_Rose._ I shall admire his wit, if in this plunge he can get off.
_Warn._ I came hither, sir, by my master's order,----
_Sir John._ I'll reward you for it, sirrah, immediately.
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