Glass ■ j Book_ 5- WANTED A WIFE; OR, M ©tegue on ray asattftet, A COMEDY, IN FIVE ACTS AS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRE ROYAL, DRURY LANE, WITH UNIVERSAL APPROBATION. By W, ■ T. MONCRIEFF, Esq, LONDON : PRINTED FOR JOHN LOWNDES, 25, B6\V STREET, COVE NT GARDEN. 1819. [Price Three Shillings.] ^^^3 /& W. Shackell, Printer, Johnson's-court, Fleet-street. ADVERTISEMENT. This Comedy, produced at a period when a continued display of Tragic excellence had un- tuned the public mind for " Nods and cranks, and wreathed smiles," though it has been favoured with a greater share of the applause of those who have wit- nessed its representation, than the Author's most sanguine expectations could have hoped for, has not, perhaps, been so productive of profit as it has of praise. Some of our critics have been kind enough to assign as a reason for this want of attraction, the illiberal prejudice that at present, it is feared, exists against the Establishment at IV ADVERTISEMENT. which it was brought forward : the Author would willingly assign it to his own demerits ; but he can- not conceal from himself, that on the first night of his Comedy's production, notwithstanding the brilliant display of names included in its Dra- matis Personse, the House was only a third part filled. Therefore, with every feeling of gratitude for the great kindness and toleration aflbrded to his very feeble attempts by those who have witnessed them, he must regret that number has not hitherto been greater : he owns this with a pecuniary sensitiveness, perhaps more peculiar to Poets than any other persons, between the ebb and flow of whose spirits and pockets, a greater sympathy exists than is generally ima- gined. But notwithstanding this drawback, and it is by no means a small one, he most sincerely returns his thanks for the encouragement he has received. If his Comedy has been productive of nothing else, it has procured him the attention, and he hopes the esteem of a great body of talent, which though he came among them unknown and unpatronized , received him with a friendly inte-, rest and kind warmth that can never be effaced ADVERTISEMENT. V from his memory ; the almost brotherly interest taken in the success of this Comedy, trifling and faulty as it is, would more than have insured the success of a much worse piece. The utmost stretch of his ambition was to raise a laugh, and in this he has certainly succeeded, whether at his own expence or not, it is not for him to decide. But the Author will turn from the ungracious contemplation of his own failings, to the pleas- ing reflection of the excellencies of those by whom he has been supported. To Mr. Munden, Mr. Johnstone, Mr. Harley, Mr. Oxberry, Mr. Knight, Mrs. W. West, Mrs. Sparks, and indeed the whole of the Ladies and Gentlemen concerned in the representation of this Piece, his gratitude is due much beyond the gratitude of a Preface. Trust- ing they are fully convinced of the sincerity of his private feelings, he hopes this slight public acknowledgment of them will be thought suffi- cient. Deep grief, has been pronounced by the Poet to be dumb : and the Author hopes that deep gratitude, may in this instance be deemed the same. Hereafter it is trusted a mutual meeting will take place in a more productive season, VI ADVERTISEMENT. and on a worthier occasion with regard to him- self than the present. To Mr. S. Kemble and Mr. Carr, for a world of kindness in forwarding the production of this Comedy, a world of thanks are due — are sincerely offered, and the Author trusts will be kindly accepted. Worcester Coffee House, Holborn, May 10th, 1819. PROLOGUE. By the Author of the Comedy, "Tis sweet, though sad, when day its course has run, To mark the radiance of the setting sun, Delightful promise, to the wanderer's eyes, That it but sets, more bright again to rise ; All love the ray — though brief and faint its glow, As young Hope's sparkle on the tear of woe, And deem it like th' adieu by Lovers spoken, Of Constancy, and glad return, the token. It has been said, we own it with regret, Thalia's cheering Sun has long been set. Yet, should some rays flash on your view to-night, Awakening memories of past delight, Do not condemn, though they but feebly gleam With the warm splendour of its mid-day beam. But, as you'd hail your favorite's sway again, Spare the attempt, e'en though it's made in vain! The Bard, whose frolic pen to-night would cheer Your hearts with Comedy's gay fancies here, Has been of old— (They were his proudest gains) Blest by your fostering smiles at humbler Fanes ; And urg'd by Gratitude to venture more, Asks here, that kindness, he's received before. Child of your Bounty ! Creature of your will ! The hopes you first gave birth to, can you kill ? Young, humble, ardent, should you doom to-night, Hereafter he with worthier pen may write. In his light sketches should there nought offend, Say will you be your lowly votary's friend? Owning himself Thalia's humblest son If what he has attempted — he has won. Though no high effort in his Play appear, Oh pardon the fond pride that led him here. Pilgrims who rove to seek some mighty Fane, Kneel at humbler shrines new strength to gain : Thus he who long has play'd a Trifler's part, Comes to this crowning shrine to yield his heart. DRAMATIS PERSONS MEN, Sir Wilful Wildfire, Sir Gabriel Peeper, General Malabar, Arthur Wildfire, Frank Cleverly, Jonathan Curry, Barney M'Shift, Jolt, - Pikestaff, Boozle, Servant, WOMEN. Miss Catherine Arragon, Miss Arragon, Lillian Eden, - Mr. Watkinson, - Mr. Munden. - Mr. Gattie. - Mr. Russell. - Mr. Harley. - Mr. Oxberry. - Mr. Johnstone. - Mr. Knight. - Mr. Carr. - Mr. Coveney. - Mr. Ebsworth. - Mrs. W. West - Mrs. Sparks. - Miss Smithson. Scene — Barney M c Shift's Echo Office, Castleton Hall, and Inn in a Country Village. Time— One Day. WANTED A WIFE, Sfc. ACT I. Scene — M'Shift's Echo and Address Office, Adver* Using Lists, and Statute Rooms. Enter M'Shift. M^Shift. By the powers now but ray setting up this Address Office, show'd no small address in me. I hadn't a place in all the world, when I undertook to supply all the world with places ; but it was high time to begin advertising when I'd lost every thing. Oh, fait, not a word should I have had to say for myself, if it hadn't been for my Echo Office here. But where the divil is Jolt, that he doesn't bring the papers this morning ? — Does'nt he know I want to compose my lists ? Och, I'm a great author ; I write all my books with a pair of scis- sars. (Jolt sings without) Eh, here he comes : well, Jolt ! Enter Jolt. Jolt. Here bees I, Measter Makeshift. M'Shift. Makeshift ! M'Shift, bad manners to you : you little Yorkshire gossoon ; e'nt I descended from the O* Mac's of Trotterbogslough ? Would you go then to insi- nuate any thing about making shift to a person of my navings? 2 WANTED A WIFE ; OH, Jolt. Your havings ! why what have you ? .M' Shift What have I, dolt? Hav'nt I my own beau- tiful brains ; and hav'nt I this elegant Address Office here; and then haven't I you ? e'nt you my amanuensis ? Jolt. Why yes ; I am your man of senses, certainly. M'Shift But where are the papers that I may go to work? Jolt. Here they be. M< Shift. Let me see them : what have we here? the Herald, Chronicle, Traveller, and British Press! Why here are not half of them : where's the Statesman ? Jolt. Oh, newsman do say, the Statesmen be all sold. M l Shift Och, murder! but where's the Post? I doift see the Post. Jolt. Na, nor I did'nt see the post, or else I'd never ha' gotten this big thump of the head that I have. M* Shift. Och, you bog-trotter — but come, give me the Day. Jolt. You'll have the Day to-morrow. M 6 Shift. And are these all you've brought ? Jolt. Yes. I should ha' brought some more; but the Barber had the Whig ; and they told I at the office Pilot had'nt arrived, Star were not out, and that there were no News. M'Shift Well, let me give a small ogle at the contents of these tell-tales. Wheugh ! here's five hundred " wanted to borrow," to one " money to lend." " Matrimony !" why, that's the young jontleman's advertisement that was here yesterday, and is to be here again this morning : he wants a young wife — has any one applied ? Jolt Yeas, ould Lady Totterdo wn. ( Wild, seen without) M'Shift. Och ! here he is : upon my word he seems to have been a mighty high fellow in his time, though he looks a little low in the world at present.— The top of the morning to your honor. A CHEC^UE ON MY BANKER. «5 Enter Wildfire. Wild. Good morning to you, my honest fellow. Has there been any one enquiring after me yet ? M ( Shift, Not a soul, man or beast. Wild. Then Frank has'nt arrived. Well, my game's up. I've gone through every act of a first-rate fashion- able but the last — M< Shift. And what's that, if I may be so bold? Wild. The Insolvent Act. I've only to take the benefit of that to be completely cursed. Yes, it's all over now. They no sooner found I run short at Long's, than the Greeks used me like a Trojan. Jolt. What be your name, sir ? Wild. Arthur Wildfire. Jolt. Because, you see, master wishes me to put your name in our books. Wild. Yes, yes ; I know, it's customary — all my trades- men have my name down in their books, and egad, are likely to have (aside) ; but where the deuce can Frank be ? That fellow is the only one of my fashionable in- cumbrances, except my tradesmen's bills, that I haven't long since got rid of : I must discharge him : that's easily done — but how to discharge his wages ! there is but one way — I must give him a checque on my banker ; that I can do with perfect safety ; for I'm very certain, let me draw for what I will " no effects " will follow. M'Shift. How melancholy he looks ! Och, what a pity it is, he has'nt a little whiskey to cheer him. Fait, but I'll go and take a drop in private Jolt, jump about, you divil, and get every thing ready, before you see the turn of my back again. [Exit, Wild. Let me consider for a moment, the situation in which I am placed : my father, Sir Wilful Wildfire, con- sidering matrimony literally a matter of money, coolly commands me to marry a certain Miss Arragon. a lady I have never seen, though half my ancestors have. I in- 4 WANTED A WIFE ; OR, dignantly refuse ; he obstinately insists : and Ave part mutually enraged — I am eut off with a shilling-, and find too late that the very couese I took to avoid matrimony brings me to it, I have stuck up an invitation in the shape of an advertisement here, which I think will prove effective — but egad, I'll take this fellow's opinion on it. — What's your name, friend? Jolt. John Jolter, sir. Wild. Read that advertisement, and tell me candidly what you think of it. Jolt. 1 wool, Sir. " Matrimony. — To the fair Sex.— by my being her servant. Cath. You hesitate, and Catherine Arragon of Cas- tleton <■ Wild. Catherine Arragon : then you are really the woman I was to marry ; and my obstinate old father was right ; but where could his eyes be, when he swore you were old and ugly. Cath. The woman you were to marry? " My pro- mise ?" A CHECQUE ON MY BANKER. 63 Wild. Yes, my lovely mistress! Did you not expressly bring me here to marry me, and depute me to speak about the settlement to Sir Gabriel ? Cath. Never. I brought you here as a servant — the settlement I alluded to, was the amount of your wages. Wild. Wages ; ha ! ha ! ha ! Arthur Wildfire, a foot- man — was ever any thing so ridiculous — that cursed Irishman has made a bull, and I've made a blunder. This then accounts for Sir Gabriel's conduct, and all the mysteries I've observ'd here. Cath. Arthur Wildfire ! Is it possible ? Why, Sir Wil- ful intends you to marry my aunt : he is another of my guardians, and without his consent, I never can marry you, unless I give up all my fortune. Wild. Make yourself perfectly easy about that, my love. Here is Sir Wilfull's consent in black and white. I have pledged myself to him to marry you in the next half-hour. Cath. Impossible ! Wild. Not at all. The parson is all ready. Cath. Nay, but Arthur, I shall lose Wild. No, no, my love, it's I shall lose twenty thousand pounds, if we lose many more minutes in debate ; so not a word 'till the parson says, ' will you take him V Cath. Well, on this condition, I'll consent : but posi- tively I would'nt have yielded so soon on any other ; but sooner than you should lose twenty thousand pounds Wild. You'll consent to find a husband in Arthur Wildfire. It's very plain here's some mistake in this busi- ness ; but it's a very lucky mistake for us : so come along, my charming Kate, and let us settle every thing directly. [Exeunt. 64 WANTED A WIFE ; OR, SCENE THE LAST. The great Hall as before. Enter General Malabar, Lillian, Pikestaff, and Servant. Servant. Who do you say, sir? Gen. M. General Malabar, blockhead. I wish to see either Sir Gabriel, or Miss Arragon, directly. Go and let them know I'm here. Servant. Very well, sir ! [Exit. Gen. M. Gad I'm so happy. To think now that warm- hearted Irishman should have blundered on a discovery, the wisest of us might have searched ages for in vain, and that in my little companion, Lillian, I should find my long lost daughter. Could we but find this Frank Cle- verly — this run-away cousin to confirm it, (not that I have any doubt) my felicity would be complete. Ah, my old friend, Sir Gabriel. Enter Sir Gabriel. Sir Gab. They are married — the old woman has got a husband at last. Ah, General Malabar. I rejoice to see you : I haven't time at present to tell you why I desired your presence here. I'm over my ears in marriages, sur- prises, and good fortune. Where is Sir Wilful ? Enter Sir Wilful. Sir Wil. Here I am now, my dear friend — Ah, General Malabar, your most obedient. Gen. M. I am happy to see you, Sir Wilful. Sir G. My dear friends, we have no time for salutation now ; I've completed the business, Sir Wilful ; the nup- tial knot is tied ; Parson Drawltext has gone through the ceremony, and I left the old lady twittering away like a young canary. Sir Wil. My dear friend, how shall I ever repay you ? Sir Gab. Don't mention that, the happy couple are at the door, I'll bring them in. Stand aside, my dear A CHECQUE ON MY BANKEK. 65 ^General, for a few moments, and then we shall be your very humble servants. [Exit. Sir Wil. A father's feelings, General, will take prece- dence of those of friendship — You must excuse me. Gen. M. What the devil does all this mean? Re-enter Sir Gabriel, leading in Miss Arragon. Sir Gab. Sir Wilful, allow me to introduce to you a daughter, and now [Exit. Miss A. (To Sir Wilful.) Your blessing, sir. (kneels.) JSirWil. Rise, madam, I request. Re-enter Sir Gabriel, with Frank. Sir Gab. And now, Sir Wilful, allow me to introduce to you your son. Sir Wil. My son ! Why, zounds, who is this ? No son of mine, Sir Gabriel. Enter Wildfire, and Miss Catherine Arragon. Wild. No, sir — your son is here. Sir Wil. Here, sir, why 'ent you with your wife ? Wild. I am with my wife: allow me to present her to you, and request your blessing. [Kneels with Miss Catherine Arragon. Frank. And I, sir — kneel, my love, (kneels with MissAr. Sir Wil. How is this, sir? Why have you not mar- ried as I ordered you ? Wild. I have done so, sir. You desired me to marry Miss Catherine Arragon : behold her ; and now, sir, I'll thank you for twenty thousand pounds. Sir Wil Twenty thousand devils— but you, Miss ( to Catherine) you have not married with my consent, and *re a beggar. Wild. Not so, sir; I have here your consent in writing. Sir Wil. I am over-reached, duped, tricked ; I shall not have the grounds, nor he the seat: but I'm glad he didn't submit. Wild. You shall have both, sir : the acres can be bought, ■and so too can the seat by that surest currency, merit and independence. Sir Gab. What the deuce have I been doing ? Another mistake. Pray, sir, who the devil are you? (To Frank.) K 66 WANTED A WIFE ; «&C Frank. I was that gentleman's obedient servant, sir - ' but now I'm this lady's husband, and your most obedient servant. Allow me to introduce her — Mrs. Cleverly. Sir Gab. You shall be taken up as an impostor, rascal. Miss A. No, sir, he shall not — he cannot, for before our marriage he disclosed himself to me. k Frank. Yes, through a mistake, I entered her service ; and that I might not be deceived, she determined to keep me in it for life. Wild. The same with me : you were my servant, 'tis true ; but I, it appears, have been a servant since then ; so now we are equals, and though we are masters, will still prove men to our mistresses. Sir Wil. I am not to be foiled in this way ; you have not yet gained the consent of all your guardians, Miss Arragon. There is General Malabar : he is luckily pre- sent : stand forward, General. Cath. My other guardian here ? this is indeed perplexing. Sir Wil. Now, General, what do you say ? Gen M. Why, zounds, I hardly know what to say ; I must ask this rogue a question before I say any thing. Your name's Frank Cleverly, you say : do you know this lady 1 Frank. Eh, can it be ! it must ! My cousin Lillian, the daughter of my aunt poor Mary Millflower. Gen. M. I am satisfied: having discovered my long lost daughter, this must be a day of general jubilee ; I give my consent to your marriage, ward. It must be so, Sir Wilful ; no one must be dissatisfied to-day. Sir Gab. Aye! aye! Let it be so. Sir Wilful, you and I have been two old fools, and the less we say the more it will be to our credit. We must forgive them — May all advertising prove as propitious as ours ; may a wife never be wanted by the brave and deserving ; and may we receive no other check to our mirth than th« cheering one of a checque on our bankers ! (Exeunt Omnes.) EPILOGUE. By the Author of the Comedy. Enter Jonathan Curry, Oh, who would have too much civility-? All who want any thing are wanting me ! And all the world's in want, egad I think, Young maids want husbands, and young men the chink : Wives children want, husbands abroad to fly — And how should Jonathan their wants supply ? Sir Gabriel, with the world of rank and fashion, All want to see the beautiful Circassian. E'en our mad poet talks at such a rate ! He cail'dmejust now— Oh, his advocate! Pale as a sprite he look'd— all hurry scurry, Crying you are so civil, Master Curry ; You can't refuse a civil word to say, And beg they'll civilly accept my play ; What do I know of speaking, moods and tenses ! Stop— here comes Mr. M'Shift's man of senses ; He'll help me out (Jolt enters.^) I hope, sir, you are well* Jolt. Why middling, sir, — I hope you're so yoursel. Jonathan. I'm glad you happened to be passing by, Our poet here wants me to speechify. Jolt. Yes, I know what he wants, and took for granted, That you would soon cry out — here, York, you're wanted! I wonder he should ever fix on you, I told him that a cockney would'nt do ; And promis'd him I'd speak — we Yorkshire lads, Are now o' days more knowing than our dads ; We be so up, you see, to all that passes, And then we are sic favourites wi' the lasses : We have sic coaxing ways — Jonathan. Stop, Mr. Jolt ! At coaxing ladies I am no such dolt; Though no great beauty, as my mother says, I've a great many little winning ways. Jolt. Ees, but for speaking — we York lads are famous, Our English is so good — you Ignoramus ! Now you, you know, have got the cockney brogue, And that will never do. — Jonathan. Well, well— you rogue— But I speak best. 68 EPILOGUE. Jolt. Then why did you call me f Jonathan. Why that's a poser— Stop, sir, now I see-- It was to help me, should I prove at fault, For when I speechify I'm apt to halt. Jolt. Well, well, Til help you— Now then for the poetf Wehav'nt said one word for him. Jonathan. I know it: But we soon will^-nOw for it— I'll begin, And should I want a word, you'll pop it in. Ladies and gentlemen, I come, you see, because oar poet wants — wants — wants— Jolt, (prompting.) Wants me. Jonathan. Wants me to speak — that's it, you're right, veil rogue, Because he wants— wants — wants — Jolt, (prompting.) An Epilogue.* Jonathan. An Epilogue — that's it—you've found the cause, To ask for what we all want, your—* Jolt, (prompting.) Applause. Jonathan. Applause — you've hit it, Jolt— upon my life, The ladies smile when wanted is — Jolt, (prompting.) A wife ! Jonathan. Support us then, you young men, who want— Jolt, (prompting.) Spouses! Jonathan. Because Old Drury here wants — Jolt, (prompting.) Crowded houses ! Jonathan. Should you allow out bark in peace to anchor, May you ne'er want- Jo^, (prompting.) A checque upon your banker ! Jonathan. A checque ! the bankers I should like to know. Jolt. You shall — The Public, Drury Lane and Co. ' Jonathan. Well said, John Jolt, you are a friend in need ? But these are what I call our friends indeed ; Our hands we'll join in this the poet's cause. Jolt. Join yours, kind Sirs, and greet him with applause ' tfINI$. W. Shfti'kell, Printer, JotmsonVooiiirt , Fleet-street , Louden. Deacidified using the Bookkeeper process Neutralizing agent: Magnesium Oxide Treatment Date: April 2009 PreservationTechnologies A WORLD LEADER IN COLLECTIONS PRESERVATIOF 111 Thomson Park Drive Cranberry Township, PA 1 6066 (724)779-2111