John Harrington Smith, Dougald MacMillan, and Vinton A. Dearing (eds), The Works of John Dryden, Vol. 8: Plays; The Wild Gallant; The Rival Ladies; The Indian Queen

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Editor’s NoteCritical ApparatusSCENE I.

Constance, Isabelle.

Const. 'Twas ill luck to have the meeting broke last night, 2just as Setstone was coming towards him.


Isa. But in part of recompence you'll have the pleasure of 4putting him on farther streights: O, these little mischiefs are 5meat and drink to me.


Const. He shall tell me from whence he has his Money: I am 7resolv'd now to try him to the utmost.


Isa. I would devise something for him to do, which he could 9not possibly perform.

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Const. As I live, yonder he comes with the Jewel in his hand 11he promis'd me; prithee leave me alone with him.

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Isa. Speed the Plough; if I can make no sport I'll hinder 13none: I'll to my Knight, Sir Timorous; shortly you shall hear Editor’s Note14newes from Damætas.

[Exit Isabelle. Enter Loveby.
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Lov. Look you Madam, here's the Jewel; do me the favour to 16accept it, and suppose a very good Complement deliver'd with 17it.


Const. Believe me a very fair Jewel: but, Why will you be at 19this needless charge? What acknowledgment do you expect 20you know I will not Marry you.


Lov. How the Devil do I know that? I do not conceive my Critical Apparatus22self, under correction, so inconsiderable a person.


Const. You'll alter your partial opinion, when I tell you 'tis 24not a flash of wit fires me; nor is it a gay out-side can seduce me 25to Matrimony.


Lov. I am neither Fool, nor deform'd so much as to be despi-Critical Apparatus27cable. What do I want?


Const. A good Estate, that makes every thing handsome; 29nothing can look well without it.


Lov. Does this Jewel express poverty?


Const. I conjure you by your love to me, tell me one truth 32not minc'd by your invention: How came you by this Jewel?


Lov. 'Tis well I have a Voucher; pray ask your own Jeweller 34Setstone, if I did not buy it of him.


Const. How glad you are now, you can tell a truth so near a 36lie: but, Where had you the Money that purchas'd it? come, 37—————without circumstances and preambles—————

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Lov. Umh,—————perhaps that may be a secret.


Const. Say it be one; yet he that lov'd indeed, could not keep 40it from his Mistriss.


Lov. Why should you be thus importunate?


Const. Because I cannot think you love me, if you will not 43trust that to my knowledge, which you conceal from all the 44World beside.


Lov. You urge me deeply—————


Const. Come, sweet Servant, you shall tell me; I am resolv'd 47to take no denial: Why do you sigh?

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Lov. If I be blasted it must out.


Const. Either tell me, or resolve to take your leave for ever.


Love. Then know I have my means; I know not how.

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Const. This is a fine secret.


Lov. Why then if you will needs know, 'tis from the Devil; 53I have Money from him, what, and when I please.


Const. Have you seal'd a Covenant, and given away your 55Soul for Money?


Lov. No such thing intended on my part.


Const. How then?


Lov. I know not yet what conditions he'll propose: I should Editor’s Note59have spoke with him last night, but that a cross chance hinder'd 60it.


Const. Well, my opinion is, some great Lady that is in love 62with you, supplies you still; and you tell me an incredible Tale 63of the Devil, meerly to shadow your infidelity.


Lov. Devise some meanes to try me.


Const. I take you at your word; you shall swear freely to be-66stow on me, what ever you shall gain this unknown way; and 67for a proofe, because you tell me you can have Money, what and Critical Apparatus68when you please; bring me an hundred pounds e'r night.————— 69If I do marry him for a Wit, I'll see what he can do; he shall 70have none from me.


Lov. You overjoy me, Madam; you shall have it, and 'twere 72twice as much.

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Const. How's this!

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Lov. The Devil a cross I have; or know where to get; but I 75must promise well to save my credit: now Devil, if thou do'st 76forsake me!


Const. I mistrust you; and therefore if you faile, I'll have 78your hand to show against you; here's inke and paper.

Critical ApparatusLoveby Writes. Enter Burr and Timorous.

Bur. What makes Loveby yonder? he's Writing somewhat.


Tim. I'll go see.—————

(Lookes over him.)

Lov. Have you no more manners then to overlook a man

pg 4082when he's a Writing?—————Oh, Is't you Sir Timorous? you

83may stand still; now I think on't you cannot read Written hand.


Bur. You are very familiar with Sir Timorous.


Lov. So I am with his Companions Sir.


Burr. Then there's hope you and I may be better acquainted:

87I am one of his Companions.

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Lov. By what title, as you are an Ass Sir?


Const. No more Loveby.—————


Lov. I need not Madam; alass this fellow is onely the Sollici-91tor of a quarrel, til he has brought it to an head; and will leave 92the fighting part to the Curteous pledger. Do not I know these 93fellowes? you shall as soon perswade a Mastiff to fasten on a Critical Apparatus94Lyon, as one of these to ingage with a courage above their own: 95they know well enough who they can beat, and who can beat 96them.

Enter Failer at a distance.

Fail. Yonder they are; now would I compound for a reason-98able summ that I were Friends with Burr: if I am not, I shall 99lose Sir Timorous.


Const. O, Servant, have I spy'd you! let me run into your 101Armes.


Fail. I renounce my Lady Constance: I Vow to Gad I re-103nounce her.


Tim. To your Task, Burr.

Enter Nonsuch and Isabelle.

Const. Hold, Gentlemen; no sign of quarrel!


Non. O Friends! I think I shall go mad with Griefe: I have 107lost more Money.

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Lov. Would I had it: that's all the harme I wish my self. (Aside.) 109———Your Servant, Madam; I go about the business.———

(Exit Loveby.
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Non. What! Does he take no pity on me?


Const. Prithee moane him Isabelle.


Isa. Alass, alass poor Nuncle! could they find in their hearts 113to rob him!


Non. Five hundred pounds out of poor six thousand pounds 115a year! I and mine are undone for ever.


Fail. Your own House you think is clear, my Lord?


Const. I dare answer for all there, as much as for my self.


Burr. Oh that he would but think that Loveby had it!


Fail. If you'll be friends with me, I'll try what I can perswade 120him to.


Burr. Here's my hand, I will Dear Heart.


Fail. Your own House being clear, my Lord; I am apt to 123suspect this Loveby for such a person: Did you mark how 124abruptly he went out?


Non. He did indeed, Mr. Failer: but, Why should I suspect 126him? his carriage is fair, and his meanes great: he could never 127live after this rate if it were not.


Fail. This still renders him the more suspicious: he has no 129land to my knowledge.

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Bur. Well said, mischief—————


Const. My Father's credulous, and this Rogue has found the Critical Apparatus132blind-side of him; would Loveby heard him!—————

(To Isab.)

Fail. He has no Meanes, and he loses at Play: so that for my 134part, I protest to Gad, I am resolv'd he picks Locks for his 135Living.


Bur. Nay, to my Knowledge, he picks Locks.


Tim. And to mine.


Fail. No longer ago than last night he met me in the dark, 139and offer'd to dive into my Pockets.


Non. That's a main argument for suspition.


Fail. I remember once when the Keyes of the Exchequer 142were lost in the Rump-time, he was sent for upon an extremity, 143and I gad he opens me all the Locks with the Blade-bone of a 144Breast of Mutton.


Non. Who, this Loveby?

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Fail. This very Loveby: Another time, when we had sate up Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus147very late at Ombre in the Country, and were hungry towards 148morning, he plucks me out, I Vow to Gad I tell you no lie, four 149ten-penny-Nailes from the Dairy-Lock with his teeth, fetches 150me out a Mess of Milk; and knocks me u'm in again with his 151Head, upon Reputation.


Isa. Thou Boy!


Non. What shall I do in this case? my comfort is, my Gold's 154all mark'd.


Const. Will you suspect a Gentleman of Loveby's worth, 156upon the bare report of such a Rascal as this Failer?


Non. Hold thy tongue, I charge thee; upon my blessing hold 158thy tongue, I'll have him apprehended before he sleeps; come 159along with me, Mr. Failer.

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Fail. Burr, look well to Sir Timorous; I'll be with you in-161stantly.


Const. I'll watch you, by your favour.


Exeunt Nonsuch, Failer, Constance following them.


Isa. A word, Sir Timorous.

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Bur. She shall have a course at the Knight, and come up to Editor’s Note165him; but when she is just ready to pinch he shall give such a 166loose from her, shall break her heart.

[Gets behind.

Isa. Burr there still, and watching us? there's certainly some 168Plot in this, but I'll turne it to my own advantage.


Tim. Did you marke Burrs retirement, Madam?


Isa. I; his guilt it seems makes him shun your company.


Tim. In what can he be guilty?


Isa. You must needs know it; he Courts your Mistriss.


Tim. Is he too, in Love with my Lady Constance?


Isa. No, no; but which is worse, he Courts me.


Tim. Why, What have I to do with you? you know I care not 176this for you.


Isa. Perhaps so; but he thought you did: and good reason he 178had for it.


Tim. What reason, Madam?

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Isa. The most convincing in the World: he knew my Cousin 181Constance never lov'd you: he has heard her say, you were as Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus182invincibly ignorant as a Town-sop judging a new Play: as 183shame-fac'd as a great over-grown School-boy: in fine, good for Editor’s Note184nothing but to be worm'd out of your estate, and Sacrifis'd to 185the god of Laughter.


Tim. Was your Cousin so barbarous to say this?


Isab. In his hearing.


Tim. And would he let me proceed in my suit to her?


Isa. For that I must excuse him: he never thought you could 190love one of my Cousin's humour: but took your Court to her, 191only as a blind to your affection for me: and being possessed 192with that opinion, he thought himself as worthy as you to 193marry me.


Tim. He is not halfe so worthy; and so I'll tell him, in a fair 195way.

Critical Apparatus196Burr to a Boy entring. Sirrah Boy, deliver this Note to 197Madam Isabelle; but be not known I am so near.


Boy. I warrant you, Sir.


Bur. Now Fortune, all I desire of thee, is, that Sir Timorous 200may see it; if he once be brought to believe there is a kindness 201between her and me, it will ruine all her Projects.

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Isa. to the Boy. From whom?


Boy. From Mr. Burr, Madam. Critical Apparatus204Isabelle reads. These for Madam Isabelle. Critical Apparatus205Dear rogue,


Sir Timerous knows nothing of our kindness, nor shall for 207me; seem still to have designs upon him; it will hide thy affec- 208tion the better to thy Servant Burr.

Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus209Alas poor Woodcock, dost thou go a birding? thou hast ee'n Critical Apparatus210set a Sprindge to catch thy own neck. (Aside.) —————Look you pg 44211here Sir Timerous; here's something to confirm what I have 212told you.

Gives him the Letter.
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Tim. D, e, a, r, dear, r, o, g, u, e, ro-gue. Pray Madam read it: Editor’s Note214this written hand is such a damn'd pedantique thing I could 215never away with it.


Isa. He would fain have robb'd you of me: Lord, Lord! to 217see the malice of a man.


Tim. She has perswaded me so damnably, that I begin to 219think she's my Mistress indeed.


Isab. Your Mistress? why I hope you are not to doubt that at 221this time of day. I was your Mistress from the first day you ever 222saw me.


Tim. Nay, like enough you were so; but I vow to gad now, 224I was wholly ignorant of my own affection.


Isa. And this Rogue pretends he has an interest in me meerly 226to defeat you: look you, look you where he stands in ambush, Editor’s Note227like a Jesuite behind a Quaker, to see how his design will take.


Tim. I see the Rogue: now could I find in my heart to marry 229you in spight to him; what think you on't in a fair way?


Isab. I have brought him about as I would wish; and now Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus231I'll make my own conditions. (Aside.) —————Sir Timerous, I 232wish you well; but he I marry must promise me to live at 233London: I cannot abide to be in the Countrie, like a wild beast 234in the wilderness, with no Christian Soul about me.


Tim. Why I'll bear you company.


Isa. I cannot endure your early hunting matches there; to 237have my sleep disturb'd by break of day, with heigh Jowler, 238Jowler, there Venus, ah Beauty! and then a serenade of deep 239mouth'd curres, to answer the salutation of the Huntsman, as 240if hell were broke loose about me: and all this to meet a pack of 241gentlemen Salvages to ride all day like mad men, for the im-Editor’s Note242mortal fame of being first in at the Hares death: to come upon 243the spur after a trayl at four in the afternoon to destruction 244of cold meat and cheese, with your leud companie in boots; Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus245fall a drinking till Supper time, be carried to bed, top'd out pg 45246of your Seller, and be good for nothing all the night after.


Tim. Well, Madam, what is it you would be at? you shall 248find me reasonable to all your propositions.


Isa. I have but one condition more to add; for I will be as Critical Apparatus250reasonable as you; and that is a very poor request, to have all 251the money in my disposing.

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Tim. How, all the money?


Isa. I, for I am sure I can huswife it better for your honour; 254not but that I shall be willing to encourage you with pocket 255money, or so sometimes.


Tim. This is somewhat hard.


Isa. Nay, if a woman cannot do that, I shall think you have 258an ill opinion of my virtue: not trust your own flesh and blood, Critical Apparatus259Sir Timerous!


Tim. Well, is there any thing more behind?


Isa. Nothing more only the choise of my own companie, my 262own hours, and my own actions: these trifles granted me, in all Critical Apparatus263things of moment I am your most obedient Wife and Servant 264Isabelle.


Tim. Is't a match then?


Isa. For once I am content it shall; but 'tis to redeem you Critical Apparatus267from those Rascals Burr and Failer—————that way Sir Timer- 268ous, for fear of Spies; I'll meet you at the Garden dore.—————

Exit Timerous.

Sola. I have led all women the way, if they dare but follow 270me;

Critical Apparatus271And now march off, if I can scape but spying, 272With my Drums beating, and my Colours flying.

Exit Isabelle.

Burr. So their wooing's at an end; thanks to my wit.

Enter Failer.

Fail. Oh Burr! whither is it Sir Timerous and Madam ha- 275belle are gone together?

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Bur. Adore my wit, boy; they are parted never to meet again.


Fail. I saw u'm meet just now at the Garden dore: so ho, ho, 278ho, who's within there: help here, quickly, quickly.

Critical ApparatusEnter Nonsuch and two Servants.

Nons. What's the matter?


Fail. Your Neice Isabelle has stollen away Sir Timerous.


Nons. Which way took they?


Fail. Follow me, I'll shew you.


Nons. Break your necks after him, you idle Varlets.

Exeunt Omnes.

Notes Settings


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ACT III. SCENE I.] D; Act III. Scene III. Q1 (uncorrected form); Act III. Q1 (corrected form), Q2–4, F (Act. Q1 catchword, Q2–3).
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III, i (After dinner the next afternoon) Lord Nonsuch's house; draw groove 1 to groove 2, its area, and properties. At end, close groove 1 long enough to place Loveby's hat on the table, then open to III, ii.
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10 live,] Q4; ⁓‸ Q1–3, F, D.
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12 Speed the Plough. A very old expression: God speed the plough— assist, prosper.
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14 Damaetas. A "loutish clowne" in Sidney's Arcadia.
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22 self,] F, D; ⁓‸ Q1–4.
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27 want?] Q2–4, D; ⁓. Q1, F.
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38 Umh] Umph Q1 (uncorrected form).
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48 out. (Aside.] out. Q1–4, F, D.
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59 a cross chance. Adverse, unfavorable. Cf. Aureng-Zebe (1676, p. 33; S-S, V, 241): "We're both Love's Captives, but with Fate so cross, / One must be happy by the others loss."
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68–70 night.—————If … Wit, … me. ] D; ⁓: [If … Wit, … me. Q1, F; ⁓: [If … Wit,] … me. Q2–3; ⁓: [If … Wit, … me.] Q4.
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73 this! (Aside.] this! Q1–4, F, D.
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74 cross] cross that Q1–4, F, D.
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78+ s.d. Writes.] Writes. (Exit. Q1 (uncorrected form).
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88 Sir?] Q3–4, D; ⁓. Q1–2, F.
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94 with a] with Q1 (uncorrected form).
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108–109 self. (Aside.)—————Your] sell: your Q1–4, F. D (Your F, D).
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130 said,] D; ⁓‸ Q1–4. F.
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130 mischief. Burr speaks of Failer as mischief personified, as in the OED citation of Jonson's Every Man out of His Humour, V, v, where Carlo hails Macilente: "O, my good Mischiefe! art thou come?"
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132 To] Q4, F, D; to Q1–3.
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147 Ombre] Ombre Q1–4, F, D.
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147 at Ombre. A new game in England in 1663. OED quotes a letter of 26 January 1661 which describes it as "the new game at cards now in fashion at court."
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160 Burr, look] D; Bur. Look Q1–2; Burr, Look Q3–4; Burr. Look F.
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164 a course at the Knight. A pursuit, as of a hare by hounds. Cf. Annus Mirabilis, st. 131: "So have I seen some fearful Hare maintain / A Course…
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165–166 ready to pinch. To snap with the teeth (carrying on the hunting metaphor).
give such a loose from her. OED defines the phrase to give a loose, "to allow unrestrained freedom or laxity, to free from restraint," illustrating from Dryden's Horace, Odes, III, xxix, 21, but this is not the sense here. Here the phrase seems the equivalent of make a loose from, as in I, ii, 36.
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182 invincibly] invinsibly Q1 (uncorrected form).
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182 Town-sop] ⁓, Q1 (uncorrected form).
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182 Town-sop. This is a surprising reading, but the evidence for it in the early copies is overwhelming. It could be a humorous coinage on the model of what one would expect in this context: "Town-fop."
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184–185 to be worm'd out of your estate. Cf. Dictionary of the Canting Crew: "Worm'd out of, Rookt, Cheated, Trickt."
Sacrifis'd to the god of Laughter. Summers (I, 428) traces the phrase to Burton. The passage in The Anatomy of Melancholy warns the reader that for any spleenful behavior Democritus Junior "deo risui te sacrificabit" (will sacrifice you to the god Mirth).
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196 Burr to a Boy entring] D; Burr to a Boy entring Q1-3, F; Burr to a Boy, entring Q4.
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202 to the] D; to the Q1–4, F.
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202 whom?] Q3–4, D; ⁓! Q1–2, F.
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204 These for Madam Isabelle] These for Madam Isabelle Q1–4, F, D.
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205 Dear rogue] D; Dear rogue Q1–4, F.
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209 Alas] Isa. Alas Q1–4, F, D.
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209 birding?] D; ⁓: Q1–4, F.
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209–210 poor Woodcock … set a Sprindge to catch thy own neck. The woodcock is proverbially stupid; "A springe to catch a woodcock" (Tilley, S788). Cf. Twelfth Night, II, v, 92: "Now is the woodcock near the gin."
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210 neck. (Aside.)—————Look] neck: look Q1–4, F, D (Look F, D).
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213 a, r] F; a, re Q1–4, D.
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214–215 I could never away with it. Tolerate, endure it.
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227 like a Jesuite behind a Quaker. In the first years of the Restoration
the Quakers were looked upon as a turbulent group, a threat to the public peace. That the sect had been founded by papist agents was a charge brought by William Prynne in a number of works, e.g., A New Discovery of Some Romish Emissaries, Quakers (1656).
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231 conditions.] ⁓‸ Q1–4, F, D.
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231 (Aside.)———] (⁓‸)‸ Q1–2; (⁓.) ‸ Q3–4, F, D.
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231 make my own conditions. Kathleen Lynch, in "D'Urfé's L'Astrée and the 'Proviso' Scenes in Dryden's Comedy" (PQ, IV [1925], 302–308), lists the following between Isabelle and Timorous, but associates it with previous scenes in Massinger, Shirley, Fletcher, and Brome. Dryden's gay couple in Secret Love, she says, are from D'Urfé.
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242–243 to come upon the spur. At full speed; with great haste.
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245 top'd] F; rop'd Q1–4, D.
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245–246 top'd out of your Seller. Your cellar depleted by the inroads made by your thirsty companions.
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250 you;] D; ⁓, Q1–4, F.
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252 I can huswife it. I can economize it.
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259 Timerous!] Q3–4; ⁓. Q1–2, F; ⁓? D.
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263 moment] ⁓, Q1–4, F, D.
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267 Failer—————] Q3–4, F, D; ⁓.————— Q1–2.
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271–272 As in D; set as prose in Q1–4, F ( and … with ).
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277+ s.d. Servants] Servants Q1–4, F, D.
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