Vinton A. Dearing and Alan Roper (eds), The Works of John Dryden, Vol. 14: Plays; The Kind Keeper; The Spanish Fryar; The Duke of Guise; and The Vindication of the Duke of Guise

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Editor’s NoteACT I.

Alphonso, Pedro meet, with Souldiers on each side, Drums, &c.
Critical Apparatus1

Alph. Stand: give the Word.

Pedro. The Queen of Arragon.


Alph. Pedro?———how goes the night?

Pedr. She wears apace.


Alph. Then welcom day-light: We shall have warm work on't:

4The Moore will 'gage

5His utmost Forces on this next Assault,

6To win a Queen and Kingdom.


Pedro. Pox o' this Lyon-way of wooing though:

8Is the Queen stirring yet?


Alph. She has not been abed: but in her Chapel

10All night devoutly watch'd: and brib'd the Saints

11With Vows for her Deliverance.

Pedro. O, Alphonso,

12I fear they come too late! her Father's crimes

13Sit heavy on her; and weigh down her prayers:

14A Crown usurp'd; a lawfull King depos'd;

15In bondage held; debarr'd the common light;

16His Children murther'd, and his Friends destroy'd: pg 10917What can we less expect then what we feel,

18And what we fear will follow?

Alph. Heav'n avert it!


Pedro. Then Heav'n must not be Heav'n: Judge the event

20By what has pass'd: Th' Usurper joy'd not long

21His ill-got Crown! 'Tis true, he dy'd in peace:

22Unriddle that ye Pow'rs: But left his Daughter,

23Our present Queen, ingag'd, upon his death-bed,

24To marry with young Bertran, whose curs'd Father

25Had help'd to make him great.

26Hence, you well know, this fatal War arose;

Editor’s Note27Because the Moore, Abdalla, with whose Troops

28Th' Usurper gain'd the Kingdom, was refus'd;

29And, as an Infidel, his Love despis'd.


Alph. Well; we are Souldiers, Pedro: and, like Lawyers,

31Plead for our Pay.

Pedro. A good Cause wou'd doe well though:

32It gives my Sword an Edge: You see this Bertran

33Has now three times been beaten by the Moores:

34What hope we have, is in young Torrismond,

35Your brother's Son.

Alph. He's a successfull Warriour,

36And has the Souldiers hearts: Upon the skirts

Editor’s Note37Of Arragon, our squander'd Troops he rallies:

38Our Watchmen, from the Tow'rs, with longing Eyes

39Expect his swift Arrival.


Pedro. It must be swift, or it will come too late.


Alph. No more:———Duke Bertran.

Critical ApparatusEnter Bertran, attended.

Bertr. Relieve the Cent'rys that have watch'd all night.

Critical Apparatus43To Ped. Now, Collonel, have you dispos'd your men,

pg 11044That you stand idle here?

Pedro. Mine are drawn off,

45To take a short repose.

Bertr. Short let it be:

46For, from the Moorish Camp, this hour and more,

47There has been heard a distant humming noise,

48Like Bees disturb'd, and arming in their hives.

49What Courage in our Souldiers? Speak! What hope?


Pedro. As much as when Physicians shake their heads,

51And bid their dying Patient think of Heav'n.

52Our Walls are thinly mann'd: our best Men slain:

53The rest, an heartless number, spent with Watching,

54And harass'd out with Duty.

Bertran. Good-night all then.


Pedro. Nay, for my part, 'tis but a single life

56I have to lose: I'll plant my Colours down

57In the mid-breach, and by 'em fix my foot:

58Say a short Souldier's Pray'r, to spare the trouble

59Of my few Friends above: and then expect

60The next fair Bullet.


Alph. Never was known a night of such distraction:

62Noise so confus'd and dreadfull: Justling Crowds,

63That run, and know not whither: Torches gliding,

64Like Meteors, by each other in the streets.


Pedro. I met a reverend, fat, old, gouty Fryar;

66With a Paunch swoln so high, his double Chin

67Might rest upon't: A true Son of the Church;

Editor’s Note68Fresh colour'd, and well thriven on his Trade,

Editor’s Note69Come puffing with his greazy bald-pate Quire,

70And fumbling o'er his Beads, in such an Agony,

71He told 'em false for fear: About his Neck

Editor’s Note72There hung a Wench; the Labell of his Function;

73Whom he shook off, i'faith, methought, unkindly.

74It seems the holy Stallion durst not score

75Another Sin before he left the world.

Enter a Captain.
pg 111 76

Capt. To Arms, My Lord, to Arms.

77From the Moors Camp the noise grows louder still:

Editor’s Note78Rattling of Armour, Trumpets, Drums, and Ataballes;

79And sometimes Peals of Shouts that rend the Heav'ns,

80Like Victory: Then Groans again, and Howlings,

81Like those of vanquish'd men: But every Echo

82Goes fainter off; and dyes in distant Sounds.


Bertran. Some false Attaque: expect on t'other side:

Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus84One to the Gunners on St. Jago's Tow'r;

85Bid 'em, for shame,

86Level their Cannon lower: On my Soul,

Editor’s Note87They're all corrupted with the Gold of Barbary

88To carry over, and not hurt the Moor.

Enter second Captain.

2. Capt. My Lord, here's fresh Intellience arriv'd:

90Our Army, led by Valiant Torrismond,

91Is now in hot Engagement with the Moors;

92'Tis said, within their Trenches.


Bertr. I think all Fortune is reserv'd for him.

94He might have sent us word though;

95And then we cou'd have favour'd his Attempt

96With Sallies from the Town.———

Alph. It cou'd not be:

97We were so close block'd up that none cou'd peepe

98Upon the Walls and live: But yet 'tis time:———


Bertr. No, 'tis too late; I will not hazard it:

100On pain of Death, let no man dare to sally.

Critical Apparatus101

Pedr. (Aside.) Oh Envy, Envy, how it works within him!

102How now! What means this Show?

Alph. 'Tis a Procession:

103The Queen is going to the great Cathedral

104To pray for our Success against the Moores.

Editor’s Note105

Pedro. Very good: She usurps the Throne; keeps the old King

pg 112106in Prison; and, at the same time, is praying for a Blessing: Oh

107Religion and Roguery, how they go together!

A Procession of Priests and Choristers in white, with Tapers, Critical Apparatusfollow'd by the Queen and Ladies, goes over the Stage: the Choristers singing.
  • 108Look down, ye bless'd above, look down,
  • Critical Apparatus109   Behold our weeping Matrons Tears,
  • 110   Behold our tender Virgins Fears,
  • 111And with success our Armies crown.
  • 112Look down, ye bless'd above, look down:
  • 113   Oh! save us, save us, and our State restore;
  • 114   For Pitty, Pitty, Pitty, we implore;
  • 115For Pitty, Pitty, Pitty, we implore.
[The Procession goes off; and shout within. Then enter Lorenzo, who kneels to Alphonso.
Critical Apparatus116

Bertr. to Alph. A joyfull Cry: and see your Son Lorenzo:

117Good news kind Heav'n!


Alph. to Lorenzo. O, welcome, welcome! Is the General safe?

119How near our Army? When shall we be succour'd?

Critical Apparatus120Or, are we succour'd? Are the Moores remov'd?

121Answer these Questions first; and then, a Thousand more:

122Answer 'em all together.


Lorenzo. Yes, when I have a thousand Tongues, I will.

124The General's well: His Army too is safe

125As Victory can make 'em: The Moores King

126Is safe enough, I warrant him, for one.

127At dawn of day our General cleft his Pate,

Editor’s Note128Spight of his woollen Night-cap: A slight wound:

129Perhaps he may recover.

pg 113

Alphonso. Thou reviv'st me.


Pedro. By my computation now, the Victory was gain'd before

131the Procession was made for it; and yet it will go hard, but the

132Priests will make a Miracle on't.


Lorenzo. Yes, Faith; we came like bold intruding Guests;

134And took 'em unprepar'd to give us welcome:

135Their Scouts we kill'd; then found their Body sleeping:

136And as they lay confus'd, we stumbl'd o'er 'em;

137And took what Joint came next; Arms, Heads, or Leggs;

138Somewhat undecently: But when men want light

139They make but bungling work.

Bertr. I'll to the Queen,

140And bear the News.

Pedro. That's young Lorenzo's duty.


Bertr. I'll spare his trouble.———

142This Torrismond begins to grow too fast;

Critical Apparatus143He must be mine, or ruin'd. (Aside.)

Lorenzo. Pedro, a word:———(Whisper.)

[Exit Bertran.

Alph. How swift he shot away! I find it stung him,

145In spight of his dissembling. To Lorenzo. Critical Apparatus146How many of the Enemy are slain?


Lorenzo. Troth, Sir, we were in hast; and cou'd not stay

148To score the men we kill'd: But there they lye.

149Best send our Women out to take the tale;

Editor’s Note150There's Circumcision in abundance for 'em.

[Turns to Pedro again.

Alph. How far did you pursue 'em?

Lorenzo. Some few miles.———

To Pedro. Editor’s Note152Good store of Harlots, say you, and dog-cheap?

153Pedro, They must be had; and speedily:

154I've kept a tedious Fast. (Whisper again.)


Alph. When will he make his Entry? He deserves

156Such Triumphs as were giv'n by Ancient Rome:

157Ha, Boy, What saiest thou?


Lorenzo. As you say, Sir, That Rome was very ancient———

pg 114 To Pedro. Critical Apparatus159I leave the choice to you; Fair, Black, Tall, Low:

Editor’s Note160Let her but have a Nose:———and you may tell her

161I'm rich in Jewels, Rings, and bobbing Pearls

162Pluck'd from Moores ears.———

Alph. Lorenzo?

Lorenzo. Somewhat busie

Editor’s Note163About Affairs relating to the publick.———

Editor’s Note164———A seasonable Girl, just in the nick now:———

Critical Apparatus[To Pedro. [Trumpets within.

Pedro. I hear the General's Trumpets: Stand, and mark

166How he will be receiv'd; I fear, but coldly:

167There hung a Cloud, methought, on Bertran's brow.


Lorenzo. Then look to see a Storm on Torrismond's:

169Looks fright not men: The General has seen Moores,

170With as bad Faces; no dispraise to Bertran's.


Pedro. 'Twas rumour'd in the Camp, he loves the Queen.


Lorenzo. He drinks her Health devoutly.


Alph. That may breed bad bloud 'twixt him and Bertran.


Pedro. Yes, in private:

175But Bertran has been taught the Arts of Court,

176To guild a Face with Smiles; and leer a man to ruin.

177O here they come.———

Enter Torrismond and Officers on one side: Bertran attended on the other: they embrace; Bertran bowing low.

Just as I prophesy'd.———


Lorenzo. Death and Hell, he laughs at him:———in's Face too.


Pedro. O, you mistake him: 'Twas an humble Grin;

180The fawning Joy of Courtiers and of Dogs.

Critical Apparatus181

Lorenzo. (Aside.) Here are nothing but Lyes to be expected: 182I'll e'en go lose my self in some blind Alley; and try if any cour-183teous Damsel will think me worth the finding.

[Exit Lorenzo.
Editor’s Note184

Alph. Now he begins to open.


Bertran. Your Country rescu'd, and your Queen reliev'd!

186A glorious Conquest; Noble Torrismond! pg 115187The People rend the Skyes with loud Applause;

188And Heav'n can hear no other Name but yours.

189The thronging Crowds press on you as you pass;

190And, with their eager Joy, make Triumph slow.

Editor’s Note191

Torr. My Lord, I have no taste

192Of popular Applause; the noisie Praise

193Of giddy Crowds, as changeable as Winds;

194Still vehement, and still without a cause:

195Servants to Chance; and blowing in the tyde

196Of swoln Success; but, veering with its ebbe,

197It leaves the channel dry.

Bertran. So young a Stoick!


Torr. You wrong me, if you think I'll sell one drop

199Within these Veins for Pageants: But let Honour

200Call for my Bloud; and sluce it into streams;

201Turn Fortune loose again to my pursuit;

202And let me hunt her through embattell'd Foes,

203In dusty Plains, amidst the Cannons roar,

Critical Apparatus204There will I be the first.

Bert. I'll try him farther———(Aside.)

Editor’s Note205Suppose th' assembled States of Arragon

206Decree a Statue to you thus inscrib'd,

Critical Apparatus207To Torrismond, who freed his native Land.


Alph. to Pedro. Mark how he sounds and fathoms him, to find

Editor’s Note209The shallows of his Soul!

Bertr. The just Applause

210Of God-like Senates, is the Stamp of Vertue,

211Which makes it pass unquestion'd through the World:

212These Honours you deserve; nor shall my suffrage

213Be last to fix 'em on you: If refus'd,

214You brand us all with black Ingratitude;

215For times to come shall say, Our Spain, like Rome,

216Neglects her Champions, after Noble Acts,

217And lets their Laurels wither on their heads.


Torrismond. A Statue, for a Battel blindly fought,

219Where Darkness and Surprise made Conquest cheap! pg 116Critical Apparatus220Where Virtue borrow'd but the Arms of Chance,

221And struck a random blow! 'Twas Fortune's work;

222And Fortune take the praise.

Bertr. Yet Happiness

Editor’s Note223Is the first Fame: Vertue without Success

224Is a fair Picture shown by an ill light:

225But lucky men are Favorites of Heaven:

226And whom should Kings esteem above Heaven's Darlings?

227The Praises of a young and beauteous Queen

228Shall crown your glorious Acts.

Pedro to Alphonso. There sprung the Mine.


Torr. The Queen! That were a happiness too great!

230Nam'd you the Queen, My Lord?


Bertr. Yes: You have seen her, and you must confess

232A Praise, a Smile, a Look from her is worth

233The shouts of thousand Amphitheaters:

234She, she shall praise you; for I can oblige her:

235To morrow will deliver all her Charms

236Into my Arms; and make her mine for ever.

237Why stand you mute?

Torr. Alas! I cannot speak.


Bertr. Not speak, My Lord! How were your thoughts employ'd?


Torr. Nor can I think; or I am lost in thought.


Bertr. Thought of the Queen, perhaps?

Torr. Why, if it were,

241Heav'n may be thought on, though too high to climbe.


Bertr. O, now I find where your Ambition drives:

243You ought not think of her.

Torr. So I say too;

244I ought not: Madmen ought not to be mad:

Editor’s Note245But who can help his frenzy?


Bertr. Fond young Man!

247The Wings of your Ambition must be dipt:

248Your shamefac'd Vertue shunn'd the Peoples Praise,

249And Senates Honours: But 'tis well we know

250What price you hold your self at: you have fought

pg 117250With some Success, and that has seal'd your Pardon.

Critical Apparatus251

Torr. Pardon from thee! O, give me patience Heav'n!

252Thrice vanquish'd Bertran; if thou darst, look out

253Upon yon slaughter'd Host, that Field of bloud:

254There seal my Pardon, where thy Fame was lost.


Ped. He's ruin'd, past redemption!

to Torr.

Alph. Learn respect

256To the first Prince o'th' bloud.

Bert. O, let him rave!

257I'll not contend with Madmen.

Torr. I have done:

258I know 'twas Madness to declare this Truth:

259And yet 'twere Baseness to deny my Love.

260'Tis true, my hopes are vanishing as clouds;

261Lighter then childrens bubbles blown by winds:

262My merit's but the rash results of chance:

263My birth unequal: all the stars against me:

264Pow'r, promise, choice; the living and the dead:

265Mankind my foes; and onely love to friend:

266But such a love, kept at such awfull distance,

267As, what it loudly dares to tell, a Rival

268Shall fear to whisper there: Queens may be lov'd,

269And so may Gods; else, why are Altars rais'd?

270Why shines the Sun, but that he may be view'd?

271But, Oh! when he's too bright, if then we gaze,

272'Tis but to weep; and close our eyes in darkness.

[Exit Torrismond.

Bert. 'Tis well: the Goddess shall be told, she shall,

274Of her new Worshipper.

[Exit Bertran.

Pedro. So, here's fine work!

275He has supply'd his onely foe with arms

Editor’s Note276For his destruction. Old Penelope's tale

277Inverted: h' has unravell'd all by day

Editor’s Note278That he has done by night.———What, Planet-struck!


Alph. I wish I were; to be past sense of this!


Ped. Wou'd I had but a Lease of life so long

pg 118281As till my Flesh and Bloud rebell'd this way

282Against our Sovereign Lady: mad for a Queen?

283With a Globe in one hand, and a Sceptre in t'other?

284Avery pretty Moppet!


Alph. Then to declare his Madness to his Rival!

286His Father absent on an Embassy:

287Himself a Stranger almost; wholly friendless!

288A Torrent, rowling down a Precipice,

289Is easier to be stopt, then is his Ruin.


Ped. 'Tis fruitless to complain: haste to the Court:

291Improve your interest there, for Pardon from the Queen.

Critical Apparatus292

Alph. Weak remedies; but all must be attempted.

Critical Apparatus[Exit Alphonso. Enter Lorenzo.

Lor. Well, I am the most unlucky Rogue! I have been ranging 294over half the Town; but have sprung no Game. Our Women 295are worse Infidels then the Moores: I told 'em I was one of their 296Knight-errants, that deliver'd them from ravishment: and I think 297in my conscience that's their Quarrel to me.


Pedro. Is this a time for fooling? Your Cousin is run honour-299ably mad in love with her Majesty: He is split upon a Rock; and 300you, who are in chase of Harlots, are sinking in the main Ocean. 301I think the Devil's in the Family.

Critical Apparatus[Exit Pedro. Lorenzo solus.

Lor. My Cousin ruin'd, saies he! hum! not that I wish my 303Kinsman's ruin; that were Unchristian: but if the General's 304ruin'd, I am Heir; there's comfort for a Christian. Money I have, 305I thank the honest Moores for't; but I want a Mistress. I am will-Editor’s Note306ing to be leud; but the Tempter is wanting on his part.

Critical ApparatusEnter Elvira veil'd.
pg 119 Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus307

Elvira. Stranger! Cavalier———will you not hear me? you Editor’s Note308Moore-killer, you Matador.———


Lor. Meaning me, Madam?


Elvira. Face about, Man; you a Souldier, and afraid of the 311Enemy!


Lor. I must confess, I did not expect to have been charg'd first: 313I see Souls will not be lost for want of diligence in this Devil's Critical Apparatus314reign:———


Editor’s Note315To her. Now; Madam Cynthia behind a cloud; your will and 316pleasure with me?


Elvira. You have the appearance of a Cavalier; and if you are 318as deserving as you seem, perhaps you may not repent of your 319Adventure. If a Lady like you well enough to hold discourse with 320you at first sight; you are Gentleman enough, I hope, to help her 321out with an Apology: and to lay the blame on Stars, or Destiny; 322or what you please, to excuse the Frailty of a Woman.

Editor’s Note323

Lorenzo. O, I love an easie Woman: there's such a doe to crack 324a thick shell'd Mistress: we break our Teeth; and find no Kernel. 325'Tis generous in you, to take pity on a Stranger; and not to suffer 326him to fall into ill hands at his first arrival.


Elvira. You may have a better opinion of me then I deserve; 328you have not seen me yet; and therefore I am confident you are 329heart-whole.


Lorenzo. Not absolutely slain, I must confess; but I am draw-331ing on apace: you have a dangerous Tongue in your head, I can 332tell you that; and if your Eyes prove of as killing metal, there's 333but one way with me: Let me see you, for the safeguard of my Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus334Honour: 'tis but decent the Cannon should be drawn down upon 335me, before I yield.

Critical Apparatus336

Elvira. What a terrible Similitude have you made, Colonel, to 337shew that you are inclining to the Wars: I could answer you with Editor’s Note338another in my Profession: Suppose you were in want of Money; Editor’s Note339wou'd you not be glad to take a Sum upon content in a seal'd pg 120Editor’s Note340bagg, without peeping?———but however; I will not stand with Editor’s Note341you for a sample.

[Lifts up her Veil.

Lorenzo. What Eyes were there! how keen their Glances! you 343doe well to keep 'em veil'd: they are too sharp to be trusted out 344o'th' Scabbard.


Elvira. Perhaps now you may accuse my forwardness; but this Editor’s Note346day of Jubilee is the onely time of freedom I have had: and there 347is nothing so extravagant as a Prisoner, when he gets loose a lit-348tle, and is immediately to return into his Fetters.


Lorenzo. To confess freely to you, Madam, I was never in love 350with less then your whole Sex before: but now I have seen you, 351I am in the direct road of languishing and sighing: and, if Love 352goes on as it begins, for ought I know, by to morrow morning you 353may hear of me in Rhyme and Sonnet. I tell you truly, I do not 354like these Symptoms in my self: perhaps I may go shufflingly at Editor’s Note355first; for I was never before walk'd in Trammels; yet I shall 356drudge and moil at Constancy, till I have worn off the hitching 357in my pace.


Elvira. Oh, Sir, there are Arts to reclaim the wildest Men, as 359there are to make Spaniels fetch and carry: chide 'em often, and 360feed 'em seldom: now I know your temper, you may thank your 361self if you are kept to hard meat:———you are in for years if 362you make love to me.


Lorenzo. I hate a formal obligation with an Anno Domini at Critical Apparatus364end on't; there may be an evil meaning in the word Years, call'd 365Matrimony.


Elvira. I can easily rid you of that Fear: I wish I could rid my 367self as easily of the bondage.


Lorenzo. Then you are married?

Editor’s Note369

Elvira. If a Covetous, and a Jealous, and an Old man be a 370husband.


Lor. Three as good qualities for my purpose as I could wish: 372now love be prais'd.

Enter Elvira's Duenna, and whispers to her.
pg 121 373

Elvira. (Aside.) If I get not home before my Husband, I shall 374be ruin'd.

Critical Apparatus375

To him. I dare not stay to tell you where———farwell——— Critical Apparatus376cou'd I once more———

[Exit Elvira, Duenna.
Critical Apparatus377

Lorenzo. This is unconscionable dealing; to be made a Slave, Critical Apparatus378and not know whose livery I wear:——— Who have we yonder?

Enter Gomez.

379By that shambling in his walk, it should be my rich old Banquer, 380Gomez, whom I knew at Barcelona: As I live 'tis he——— Critical Apparatus381To Gomez. What, Old Mammon here?


Gom. How! Young Beelzebub!


Lorenzo. What Devil has set his Claws in thy Hanches, and 384brought thee hither to Saragossa? Sure he meant a farther Jour-385ney with thee.


Gom. I alwaies remove before the Enemy: When the Moores 387are ready to besiege one Town, I shift quarters to the next: I 388keep as far from the Infidels as I can.


Lor. That's but a hair's breadth at farthest.


Gom. Well, You have got a famous Victory; all true Subjects Critical Apparatus391are overjoy'd at it: there are Bonfires decreed: and if the times 392had not been hard, my Billet should have burnt too.


Lor. I dare say for thee, thou hast such a respect for a single 394Billet, thou would'st almost have thrown on thy self to save it: 395thou art for saving every thing but thy Soul.


Gom. Well, well, You'll not believe me generous 'till I carry 397you to the Tavern, and crack half a Pint with you at my own 398charges.


Lor. No; I'll keep thee from hanging thy self for such an ex-400travagance: and, instead of it, thou shalt doe me a meer verbal 401courtesie: I have just now seen a most incomparable young Lady.

pg 122 402

Gom. Whereabouts did you see this most incomparable young Critical Apparatus403Lady?———My mind misgives me plaguily.———


Lor. Here, man; just before this Corner-house: Pray Heaven 405it prove no Bawdy-house.


Gom. (Aside.) Pray heaven he does not make it one.


Lor. What dost thou mutter to thy self? Hast thou any thing 408to say against the Honesty of that house?


Gom. Not I, Colonel, the Walls are very honest Stone, and 410the Timber very honest Wood, for ought I know. But for the 411Woman, I cannot say, till I know her better: describe her per-412son; and, if she live in this quarter, I may give you tidings of her.

Editor’s Note413

Lor. She's of a middle Stature, dark colour'd Hair, the most be-414witching Leer with her Eyes, the most roguish Cast; her Cheeks 415are dimpled when she smiles; and her Smiles would tempt an 416Hermit.


Gom. (Aside.) I am dead, I am buried, I am damn'd.——— Critical Apparatus418To him. Go on———Colonel———have you no other Marks 419of her?


Lor. Thou hast all her Marks; but that she has an Husband; 421a jealous, covetous, old Huncks: speak; canst thou tell me News 422of her?


Gom. Yes; this News, Colonel; that you have seen your last 424of her.


Lor. If thou helpst me not to the knowledge of her, thou art 426a circumcised Jew.


Gom. Circumcise me no more then I circumcise you, Colonel 428Hernando: once more you have seen your last of her.

Editor’s Note429

Lor. (Aside.) I am glad he knows me onely by that Name of 430Hernando, by which I went at Barcelona: now he can tell no 431tales of me to my Father. 432To him. Come, thou wert ever good-natur'd, when thou Editor’s Note433couldst get by't:———Look here, Rogue, 'tis of the right damn-434ing colour:———thou art not Proof against Gold, sure!——— 435do not I know thee for a covetous,———


Gomez. Jealous, old Huncks: those were the Marks of your 437Mistresse's Husband, as I remember, Colonel.

pg 123 438

Lor. Oh, the Devil! What a Rogue in understanding was I, 439not to find him out sooner!


Gom. Do, do, Look sillily, good Colonel: 'tis a decent Melan-441choly after an absolute Defeat.

Critical Apparatus442

Lor. Faith, not for that, dear Gomez;———but,———

Editor’s Note443

Gom. But———no Pumping, My dear Colonel.


Lor. Hang Pumping; I was———thinking a little upon a 445point of Gratitude: we two have been long Acquaintance; I Editor’s Note446know thy Merits, and can make some Interest: go to; thou wert Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus447born to Authority: I'll make thee Alcaide, Mayor of Sarragossa.


Gom. Satisfie your self; you shall not make me what you think, 449Colonel.


Lor. Faith but I will; thou hast the Face of a Magistrate al-451ready.

Editor’s Note452

Gom. And you would provide me with a Magistrate's Head to 453my Magistrate's Face; I thank you Colonel.

Editor’s Note454

Lor. Come, thou art so suspicious upon an idle Story——— 455that Woman I saw, I mean that little, crooked, ugly Woman; for 456t'other was a Lye;———is no more thy Wife:———As I'll go 457home with thee, and satisfie thee immediately, My dear Friend.


Gom. I shall not put you to that trouble: no not so much as 459a single Visit: not so much as an Embassy by a civil, old Woman: Editor’s Note460nor a Serenade of Twinckledum, Twinckledum, under my win-461dows: Nay, I will advise you out of my tenderness to your Person, 462that you walk not near yon Corner-house by night; for to my 463certain knowledg, there are Blunderbusses planted in every loop-464hole, that go off constantly of their own accord, at the squeaking 465of a Fiddle, and the thrumming of a Ghittar.


Lor. Art thou so obstinate? Then I denounce open War 467against thee: I'll demolish thy Citadel by force: or, at least, I'll Editor’s Note468bring my whole Regiment upon thee: my thousand Red Locusts Editor’s Note469that shall devour thee in Free-quarter.———Farwell wrought 470Night-cap.

[Exit Lorenzo.
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Gom. Farwell Buff! Free-quarter for a Regiment of Red-coat Editor’s Note472Locusts? I hope to see 'em all in the Red-sea first!———But oh, Critical Apparatus473this Jezebel of mine! I'll get a Physician that shall prescribe her pg 124Editor’s Note474an ounce of Camphire every morning for her Breakfast, to abate 475Incontinency: she shall never peep abroad, no, not to Church 476for Confession; and for never going, she shall be condemn'd for Editor’s Note477a Heretick: she shall have Stripes by Troy weight; and Suste-Editor’s Note478nance by drachms and scruples: Nay, I'll have a Fasting Alma-479nack printed on purpose for her use; in which, 480No Carnival nor Christmass shall appear; Editor’s Note481But Lents and Ember-weeks shall fill the year.

[Exit Gomez.

Notes Settings


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The scene is said (l. 404) to be in front of Gomez's house on a corner.
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1 Pedro.] Q4, F, D (Ped. D); ~, Q1–3 (and similarly whenever names appear in full in speech tags, or in "To Pedro," etc., at the beginning of a line, except as noted below).
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27 Abdalla. See note to Dramatis Personae, above.
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37 squander'd. Scattered (OED, citing this passage).
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41+ s.d. Enter] F; [~ (s.d. right-justified) Q1–4, D (and similarly through II, i, except that D agrees with F hereafter and Q3–4 agree with F and D starting with I, i, 292+ s.d.; long entrance directions have braces instead of brackets. Occasional exceptions to the rule are noted as they occur).
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43 To] F, D; To Q1–4.
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68 Fresh colour'd. The words may come from Le Pèlerin, whose Father André has a rosy face: "un visage frais & vermeil comme un bon Jacobin qu'il estoit" (p. 47 in a 1678[?] edition), or from Molière's Tartuffe, whose Dorine says Tartuffe has "le teint frais et la bouche vermeille" (I, v, 12).
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69 greazy bald-pate. Although the words refer strictly to the "choir" they are evidently intended to describe the friar also. Winn (p. 335) noticed them on p. 29 of "a notorious Whig pamphlet," Charles Blount's Appeal from the Country to the City (1679): "some old greasie bald-pated Abbot, Monk, or Friar." Summers notes (V, 443) that in the Essay of Dramatick Poesie Dryden had pointed out how Ben Jonson prefaced the appearance of his humors characters with descriptions put in the mouths of other characters (Works, XVII, 62). Dryden regularly does the same, as do his contemporaries.
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72 the Labell of his Function. Explained in ll. 74–75.
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78 Ataballes. "A kind of kettle-drum or tambour used by the Moors" (OED, citing 1 Conquest of Granada, I, i, 100).
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84–85 One line in Q1–4, F, D.
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84 St. Jago's Tow'r. The old fortifications of Saragossa had towers and it might be supposed that one of them would be named for St. James, the patron of Christian Spain, but the name appears to be Dryden's invention. The spelling "St. Jago" is also to be found in An Evening's Love, I, ii, 86 (Works, X, 227).
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87 Gold of Barbary. Cf. IV, i, 8–9 (p. 158 above). Here "of Barbary" means "of the Moors" or "of Morocco."
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101 Aside.] D; aside‸ Q1–2; aside‸ Q3; aside‸ Q4, F.
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105–107 This is one of the passages Queen Mary had to pretend to ignore as those in the pit turned to see what her reaction was (see headnote, p. 428above).
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107+ s.d. Queen] Queen Q1–4, F, D.
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109 Matrons] Q2–4; Matron's Q1, F, D.
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116 to] F; to Q1–4, D (and similarly throughout).
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120 are we] F, D; Are we Q1–4.
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128 woollen Night-cap. Summers (V, 443) thinks Dryden meant a turban. OED says, however, that turbans are caps wound with linen, cotton, or silk, and we see later that the attack was a surprise at night (l. 219). Dryden may then have meant a nightcap.
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143 (Aside.)] ‸~.‸ Q1–2; [~.‸ Q3–4, F, D.
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143 Whisper] F; whisper Q1–4, D.
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146, 152 To] F; To Q1–4, D.
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150 Circumcision. I.e., Moors. Circumcision is not required by the Koran but Muslims regard it as a usage of "natural religion" (New Schaff-Herzog Encyclopedia of Religious Knowledge [1908–1914], III, 118).
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152 dog-cheap. Very cheap; cf. The Wild Gallant, II, i, 127–128, "no fat overgrown virgin of forty ever offer'd her self so dog cheap" (Works, VIII, 27). As it turns out, Lorenzo has nothing to do with harlots but concentrates his attention solely upon the married Elvira. Nevertheless, in this speech he resembles slightly the wide-ranging licentiousness of Wildblood in An Evening's Love and Woodall in The Kind Keeper, whose forerunner was Mirabell in Fletcher's The Wild Goose Chase.
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159 To] F; To Q1–4, D.
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160 have a Nose. Not have syphilis, commonly referred to in the literature of the time as causing this disfigurement.
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163 publick. A pun; public women (OED).
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164 seasonable … in the nick. Perhaps synonymous, "available immediately" (OED, seasonable; nick); perhaps "seasonable" means "seasoned," i.e., ripe, or ready for copulation (OED, season; and see note to The Kind Keeper, I, i, 101 [p. 386 above]).
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164 s.d. To] D; to Q1–4; to F.
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181 Aside.] F, D; Aside‸ Q1–2; Aside‸ Q3–4.
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184 open. Bark, continuing the image begun in l. 179.
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191–197 In contrast with Creon in Oedipus, "who plays upon the ignorance and fear of the common people, Torrismond is motivated by honor and love; Dryden had been developing that contrast between popular politicians like Shaftesbury and the loyal aristocrats like Mulgrave since the dedication of Aureng-Zebe" (Winn, p. 335). For the changeableness of "popular Applause" see also prologue, ll. 6ff. (p. 105 above).
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204 Aside] Q4, D; aside Q1–3, F.
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205 States. Cortez, parliament; called senate in ll. 210, 248. The kingdom of Aragon actually had three cortezes, one in Aragon proper, one in Catalonia, and one in Valencia, which the king had to consult separately (Spain: A Companion to Spanish Studies, ed. P. E. Russell [1973], p. 84).
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207 To … Land ] F; romans and italics reversed in Q1–4, D.
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209–210 Bertran's sentiment is one that Denzil Holies, great-uncle of the play's dedicatee, guided his life by, and that brought him into opposition to the king. Presumably Charles recognized that Bertran was the villain in the play.
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220 borrow'd] Q2–4, F, D; borow'd Q1.
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223–224 Vertue … light. Contravening the proverb, "Virtue is its own reward" (Tilley V81, first citation 1596).
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245 who can help his frenzy? Cf. Tilley F672, "Frenzy, heresy, and jealousy seldom cured" (first citation c. 1527).
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251 O,] the comma failed to print in some copies of Q1.
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276–277 Penelope's tale / Inverted. Explained in the following lines. See Odyssey, II, 93–109.
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278 Planet-struck. In The Wild Gallant, II, i, 286 (Works, VIII, 32), synonymous with tongue-tied; thus OED defines it as "confounded."
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292 Printed as two lines (/ But) in Q1–4 F, D.
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292+ s.d. Enter Lorenzo.] indented like a speech in Q1–2.
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301+ s.d. Lorenzo] D; [~ Q1–4, F.
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306, 313–314 the Tempter is wanting … will not be lost for want of diligence in this Devil's reign. The latter is the usual formulation in Dryden's plays, e.g., The Duke of Guise, IV, ii, 6 (p. 262 above), and see Absalom and Achitophel, ll. 79–80, "when to Sin our byast Nature leans, / The carefull Devil is still at hand with means" (Works, II, 7).
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306+ s.d. Enter Elvira veil–d.] indented like a speech in Q1–2.
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307–323 Elvira. … Lorenzo. ] F temporarily joins Q1–3 in having comma after speech tags where names are given in full.
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307–308 Collier (p. 4) objected to Dryden's picture of Elvira as lustful. Milhous and Hume, however, say (p. 162) that "what she really wants is rescue," citing her words in III, ii, 65 (p. 143 above), "deliver me from this Bondage." Her words in ll. 345–346 and 366–367 of the present scene are also apposite. The note to l. 341 points out that she had to make her own opportunities. Collier went on to say: "I grant the Abuse of a Thing is no Argument against the use of it. However Young people particularly, should not entertain themselves with a Lewd Picture; especially when 'tis drawn by a Masterly Hand" (p. 5).
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308 Matador. Summers notes (V, 444) that this is the first citation in OED for the sense of the bullfighter who kills the bull. Since Dryden knew about bullfighting (see An Evening's Love, I, i, 138, and 1 Conquest of Granada, I, i, 11–12, in Works, X, 221, and XI, 23), that is probably his meaning, but a derived sense of matador, "a killing card" (OED, citing Charles Cotton's The Compleat Gamester [1676], p. 70 in the 1680 ed.), may have come more immediately to the minds of the ombre players in the audience.
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314 (Aside.)] Aside———Q1–4, F; [Aside. D.
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315 Cynthia. Diana's name as goddess of the moon.
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323 a doe. A trouble (OED, do). Emendation to "ado" is also possible.
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334 Honour:] some copies of Q1 have period preceding colon.
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334 drawn down. See ll. 85–88.
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336 Colonel,] D; ~? Q1–4, F.
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338 my Profession. Elvira speaks as the wife of a banker, her "profession" by marriage, so to speak.
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339–340 upon content … without peeping. Synonymous; see Love Triumphant, III, i, 61–62, "on content; / To save … telling [counting]" (Works, XVI).
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340 stand. Haggle (OED, sense 79a of the verb, citing this passage). The expression occurs again in Love Triumphant, III, ii, Sancho's last speech before Carlos enters (Works, XVI).
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341 Lifts up her Veil. Dryden had introduced a similar business several times in An Evening's Love: I, i, 98, 208; II, i, 232; III, i, 85 (Works, X, 220, 223, 236, 250). Two notes in Works, X, 468, are apposite to Elvira's action. The first points out that respectable Spanish women left their homes only rarely; in An Evening's Love, the opportunities come on the last night of carnival, in The Spanish Fryar on a day of rejoicing at the city's rescue (see ll. 345–346). The second reminds us that Spanish taboos prevented men from visiting women, so that they had "against the modesty and custome of [their] Sex to speak first."
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346–348. there is nothing so extravagant as a Prisoner … Fetters. A commonplace idea in Dryden's plays, but always freshly expressed (see note to The Kind Keeper, V, 1, 37, p. 418above).
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355 Trammels. I.e., fetters, continuing Elvira's metaphor in ll. 346–348.
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364 Years] Years Q1–4, F, D.
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369 Jealous. The word as normally used in the subplot of this play is defined in II, iii, 73–75 (p. 134), but Gomez is also suspicious (l. 454) and in The Kind Keeper "jealous" usually means "suspicious" (see p. 417above).
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375 To him.] [———to him. (on line above) Q1–4, F, D.
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376 Elvira, Duenna.] Elvira. Q1–4, F; omitted from D.
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377 unconscionable] Q2–4, F, D; unconcionable Q1.
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378+ s.d. Enter Gomez.] F, D; (Enter Gomez.) (not on separate line) Q1–4.
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381 To] F; To Q1–4, D.
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391 if the times] Q3–4; the times Q1, F, D; the times if Q2.
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403 ———My] my Q1–4, F; ———my D.
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413–416 Presumably Dryden is describing Mrs. Betterton, who created the role of Elvira (see headnote, p. 442above; Highfill, I, 97–98).
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418 To him. Go] Go (on line above) Q1–4, F, D.
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429–431 The same device appears in The Kind Keeper, where the hero,George Aldo, has taken the name of Woodall to escape his father's hearing of him (I, 1, 35–38 [p. 10 above]).
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433–434 damning colour. "Gold goes in at any gate except heaven's" (Tilley G282, first citation 1639).
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442 but,———] D; ~,‸ Q1–4, F.
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443 Pumping. Trying to think of something; here, pumping for excuses (OED, citation of 1633); the same usage occurs in The Vindication (p. 349:22 above) and in Secret Love, IV, i, 105, Amphitryon, III, i, 450, and Sancho's fifth speech in Love Triumphant, IV, i (Works, IX, 166; XV, 278; XVI).
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446 make some Interest. Bring some personal influence to bear (OED, interest), either at court or in the city (see IV, ii, 181–186 [pp. 172–173 above]).
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447 Alcaide,] F, D; ~‸ Q1–4.
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447 Alcaide, Mayor. Synonyms.
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452 Head. Antlers (OED). See The Kind Keeper, III, i, 86 (p. 41 above). Summers (V, 444) cites the epilogue to Ravenscroft's The London Cuckolds, produced the year after our play, "every Cuckold is a Cit."
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454 suspicious. See note to l. 369.
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460 Twinckledum, Twinckledum. Guitar music, presumably; see l. 465.
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468 Red Locusts. Devouring soldiers. The imagery is biblical, and while Lorenzo may have particular reference to the last biblical locusts (in Rev. 9:3, 7–11), we see that Gomez, just below, has reference to the first (in Exod. 10:12–15, 19). Dryden also made reference to the Exodus story in the prologue to The Kind Keeper, ll. 27–28 (p. 8 above) and in the dedication of Plutarch's Lives (Works, XVII, 234–235). For "Red" see note to l. 471 below.
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469 wrought. Embroidered (OED, citing Tatler no. 91 [1709] for the phrase "wrought nightcap").
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471 Buff … Red-coat. Realism on the English stage at this time, as is well known, did not extend to period costumes. The English army was shifting over from buffcoats, a kind of leather armor, to red coats for its infantry. The cavalry still wore buffcoats. It is possible that Lorenzo, as an officer, was supposed to be mounted and wore a buffcoat for that reason. Burr in The Wild Gallant is another wearer of a buffcoat (see Works, VIII, 8).
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471 Free-quarter. "Having to provide free board and lodging for troops" (OED).
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472 in the Red-sea. See note to l. 468.
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473 Jezebel] Jezabel Q1–4, F, D.
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474–475 Camphire … to abate Incontinency. OED cites this passage under camphor. Summers (V, 444) quotes Waitwell, disguised as Sir Rowland, in Congreve's The Way of the World, IV, i, 590–591, who says Lady Wishfort is "all camphire and frankincense, all chastity and odor."
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477–478 Troy weight … drachms and scruples. Goldsmiths' as opposed to apothecaries' weight, that is, presumably pounds (5,760 grains) and ounces (480 grains) as opposed to drachms (60 grains) and scruples (20 grains), or large amounts as opposed to small. The language is appropriate to a banker.
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478–479 Fasting Almanack. Some almanacs, such as Henry Coley's Nuncius Coelestis: or, The Starry Messenger, and Jonathan Dove's Speculum Anni, had tables with the ecclesiastical calendar in the left column. Gomez intends to alter it considerably for his wife.
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481 Ember-weeks. The four weeks, one in each season of the year, in which fasting is enjoined on Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday in the Roman Catholic and Anglican churches.
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